Her voice and the sharp click of her heels drew closer, but never reached him. Ji Haesu pulled the panicking Choi Suho into his arms, hijacked an elevator someone else had already pressed, and stepped inside. He hit the close button, blocking her from getting on, then tucked Choi Suho into his leather jacket and soothed him.
“Choi Suho, it’s okay—”
Choi Suho’s face had gone completely white. He buried his face against Ji Haesu’s chest, taking deep, ragged breaths. Like someone who had just barely clawed his way out of deep water, he gasped for air. As if proving he’d become an Omega, he clung to the arms of Ji Haesu—a dominant Alpha—seeking stability. Feeling a strange, indescribable sensation coil beneath his chest, Ji Haesu lowered his head and lightly brushed Choi Suho’s cheek.
Normally, Choi Suho would’ve exploded in anger—but now he stayed still. He let Ji Haesu touch his ear, stroke his bruised cheek, even lift his chin, remaining dazed through it all.
“Choi Suho.”
“Ah.”
Only then did Choi Suho realize that the one who had rescued him from that crowd was Ji Haesu. He weakly pushed him away with sluggish hands, but his wrist was caught instantly. Having lost his crutches and barely supporting himself on his casted leg, he was helplessly dragged along wherever Ji Haesu pulled him.
“Choi Suho, snap out of it. Whatever bullshit Jang Jihyeok said—”
“Is Jang Jihyeok my dad?”
At that question, Ji Haesu cut him off flatly. “Bullshit.”
When Choi Suho still couldn’t believe it, Ji Haesu spoke as they exited through the open elevator doors into the ground-level parking lot.
“Your dad is Jang Yuguk. We ran the genetic test three times—99% match. Jang Yuguk.”
“……Three times?”
Choi Suho let out a hollow laugh.
“So that family really was completely insane.”
“How about you focus on your situation now instead of the past?”
Ji Haesu rubbed his thumb and forefinger together sharply, drawing Choi Suho’s attention. When Choi Suho turned to look, Ji Haesu frowned.
“That expression. That tone. That look in your eyes. I hate all of it.”
A gust of icy winter wind swept past. The mourning clothes and necktie he’d never managed to bow in at his father’s funeral fluttered like willow leaves. Leaning on Ji Haesu’s arm to keep himself upright, Choi Suho lowered his head and let out a short laugh.
“Fuck… my life really went to shit.”
His voice sounded dry, but there was faint moisture clinging to it. Ji Haesu didn’t bother hiding his displeasure as he asked bluntly,
“Are you crying?”
At that, Choi Suho snapped his head up, scowling.
“You think I’d cry over something like this? I’m the son of Jang Yuguk and Choi Juho.”
That had been the driving force that carried him through life—and even now, it was his pride and self-respect.
—No matter what anyone says, you’re Jang Yuguk’s son.
Even without being on the family registry, it proved how deeply his father had loved him.
“Father never treated any of his children—”
Mid-sentence, as he looked at Ji Haesu with a proud expression, Choi Suho’s face suddenly froze. Ji Haesu was biting back laughter, his shoulders trembling.
With people still passing through the funeral hall, Choi Suho shouted shamelessly,
“Do you know how much my dad loved me—!”
Ji Haesu caught the punch flying at him in an instant, twisted Choi Suho’s arm, and slammed him against the wall. Leaning in, he whispered in a fast, low voice,
“Yeah. That’s why you never even knew you were excluded from the will—right up until the day you die.”
Choi Suho’s face turned whiter than a virgin ghost clawing her way back from the underworld.
Is that true? Really? Because Dad had recessive Omegas, and because he said he wouldn’t leave inheritance to those Omegas, I was excluded too?
“Well, since I already told you about Jang Jihyeok, want me to tell you about the will too?”
“T-Tell me……”
Ji Haesu dipped his head, smiling crookedly.
“But we’re not exactly on terms where you can just ask and I’ll answer, are we?”
Fucking bastard, Choi Suho cursed inwardly. Then something clicked.
Now that he thought about it, he was nothing more than a guy left with a hotel and a shitty amusement park. Ji Haesu, on the other hand, was someone who could get information easily if he wanted.
Did he really not know about the will? He knew that Jang Yuguk had recessive Omegas. He knew Jang Yuguk didn’t want to pass down his assets to them—so much so that he’d even added a clause excluding recessive Omegas from the will……
“You… you seriously didn’t know Jang Jihyeok messed with the will?”
He asked, testing him.
Ji Haesu smirked.
“Me?”
That single word contained countless answers.
Choi Suho stared at him as if he’d been slapped harder than when his eardrums had nearly burst. Ji Haesu clicked his tongue.
“Hey, Choi Suho.”
He tapped Choi Suho’s cheek lightly.
“You seem to be mistaken about something. We’re not on the same side, helping each other out.”
“Then why earlier—!”
Choi Suho demanded, trembling with betrayal. Ji Haesu planted a hand against the wall, caging him in—
“I told you I can’t stand other bastards laying a hand on you.”
He said it cheerfully, smiling.
Placing his other arm beside Choi Suho’s head, Ji Haesu leaned in as if to kiss his cheek and murmured in a honeyed voice,
“If I’m going to fuck you up properly, like my client asked, I need to bring you back in one piece—”
In that instant, Ji Haesu’s eyes flew open as his body lurched backward. His left hand moved on reflex, grabbing the blade that had sunk halfway into his abdomen with his bare hand. In the dim, shadow-soaked space of the funeral hall, it wasn’t obvious that Choi Suho had seized an opening and stabbed him. On top of that, Ji Haesu always wore a leather jacket to guard his upper body against ambushes—ironically helping hide the dark red blood now seeping through.
“Ha… you little shit……”
Still gripping both Choi Suho’s hand and the knife buried in his stomach, Ji Haesu grinned.
“See? This is exactly why I like you.”
With that, Ji Haesu swung his free hand and smashed Choi Suho in the abdomen again and again. Silent, heavy blows landed on his side and stomach. Choi Suho’s vision blurred, his upper body folding forward. When the pain finally forced him to drop the kitchen knife he’d secretly taken from the hospital room, Ji Haesu didn’t pull the blade out of himself. Instead, he dragged the collapsing Choi Suho to the car, almost as if embracing him.
“Ugh……”
He tossed Choi Suho into the passenger seat. Choi Suho slumped sideways, twitching. Ji Haesu let out rough, heaving breaths, then frowned as he looked down at the blood spreading across his abdomen.
“Fuck, that hurts.”
He hurriedly opened the glove compartment and pulled out cable ties and sleeping pills. Then he bound Choi Suho’s wrists separately, securing them tightly to the handle.
Regaining consciousness, Choi Suho stared at his bound hands in horror.
“What the fuck is this?! Untie me—!”
Thud!
Another punch snapped Choi Suho’s face to the side.
“Ghk—hng!”
As Choi Suho let out a choked sob, Ji Haesu leaned over him, clutching his wounded abdomen.
“At this rate, you’re not leaving the house until you get pregnant.”
Bang!
The car door slammed shut. Inside, Choi Suho thrashed, screaming, “Untie me! Untie me!” as he shook his cable-tied hands. Ji Haesu returned to the driver’s seat, gripping his bleeding abdomen, and poured the sleeping pills from the glove compartment into his mouth. He didn’t swallow—just held them on his tongue as he opened the driver’s door and climbed in.
“Untie me, Ji Haesu!”
In that short span of time, Choi Suho had struggled so hard his wrists were red and swollen against the ties. Shrugging as if to say that’s just like you, Ji Haesu stuck out his tongue to show the pills and smiled.
Choi Suho’s face went rigid.
“W-What are you trying to do—! Don’t!”
Resistance was pointless. His hands were bound. One leg had been broken by Ji Haesu himself. The man who’d once protected him—Jang Yuguk—was dead. And the psychological shock of possibly having Jang Jihyeok as his biological father crushed him even further, leaving his body barely responsive.
“Don’t— mmph!”
Using that, Ji Haesu subdued him with ease and kissed him. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, he forced his mouth open, shoved his tongue inside, and pushed the pills in. Each time Choi Suho tried to spit them out, Ji Haesu blocked him with his tongue, sealing his mouth with his own so he couldn’t escape.
While sucking on his lips, Ji Haesu’s hand slid down and fondled his cock. Choi Suho’s hips twisted, a sweet moan slipping through his lips.
“Hng… ngh……”
He was being kissed roughly—yet he was reacting. Ji Haesu smirked, pulled his tongue back, and kissed Choi Suho’s cheek as he coughed.
“You’re already getting off on just this?”
“……!”
The flush from the stimulation drained from Choi Suho’s face, turning it deathly pale. Ji Haesu laughed deliberately, then let go of his hair and reclined the seat all the way back—kindly, as if doing him a favor. His wrists were pulled taut now, making resistance impossible.
“A-ah—!”
“Get some good sleep.”
Ji Haesu rested his head against the seat and smiled down at Choi Suho, who glared at him like he wanted to kill him.
“That’s how you’ll get pregnant properly. Especially since you’re recessive—it won’t be easy. So let’s work hard at it, yeah?”
“You fucking bastard!”
“You seem to be forgetting something.”
Clutching his abdomen as the pain worsened, Ji Haesu pressed the ignition button and spoke in a damp, hoarse voice.
