He really is telling me to die. Sincerely.
Tears slid soundlessly down the corners of Choi Suho’s unfocused eyes. Holding his crying son in his arms, Choi Juho gently stroked his head and spoke in a tender, soft voice.
—My family did it too. My friends. My girlfriend. They all said I should die instead of embarrassing them. I tried to live, I really did, but……
—……
Slowly easing Suho out of his arms, Choi Juho gave a regretful smile and continued.
—Once I had you, I really started wanting to die. You’ll understand someday too, Suho. What I’m talking about. So die before you have a child.
—Really……
Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut, let out a hollow laugh, then broke into sobs.
Is this my fault too? Is that why you finally show up in my dream just to shove me toward death?
The moment he was about to scream that, his eyes flew open.
“Huff—! Hah—!”
Ragged breaths tore out of him. The dream had been so painful that he was clutching his chest, crying.
Blinking rapidly, a familiar ceiling came into view. Pyeongchang-dong. His mansion bedroom.
He didn’t even have time to wonder how he’d ended up here.
“Ugh!”
The instant he tried to sit up, a metallic clank rang out, making his eyes widen in shock. What prevented his body from moving wasn’t anything else—
It was a dog collar fastened tightly around his neck.
Eyes blown wide, Choi Suho stared at the dog collar identical to the one from his dream, then at the ceiling it was connected to, and muttered,
“Fuck… what is this.”
His voice trembled, hoarse and subdued after being tormented beyond endurance by Ji Haesu.
Is this still a dream? Did I fail to wake up completely?
He looked down at his legs. His left leg was carefully wrapped in a cast up to below the knee. In the dream, he’d been standing perfectly fine on both legs.
Then this is reality.
So then, who—
“Ji Haesu, you fucking bastard!”
Grabbing the dog collar around his neck, Choi Suho screamed.
“AAAH! I’ll kill you!”
“Yeah. Try killing me.”
The door rattled open, and the one responsible for this walked in.
Ji Haesu—no, that human whose name ended with some word like Yong-in or Ryong-in—appeared, and Choi Suho ground his lips together as he glared at him.
“What the hell is this? Huh?”
“The client’s request.”
Ji Haesu answered calmly, shrugging his shoulders.
“They said they were like that too when they were hospitalized in a psychiatric ward.”
“Fuck, they wouldn’t have at least used a dog collar!”
“A dog collar, or wrists and ankles chained while getting gang-raped.”
At the word gang-raped, Choi Suho’s eyes shook violently, like a flag battered by a typhoon.
Unable to speak, he swallowed dryly. Ji Haesu snickered.
Though unconscious, Choi Suho was kneeling rather demurely, wearing nothing but Ji Haesu’s short-sleeved shirt—and it looked pretty. At 185 centimeters tall and over 80 kilograms, Ji Haesu had wondered whether that kind of look would suit him, so he’d tried it……
“You’ve gotten pretty, haven’t you?”
The moment he said that, Choi Suho ignored the chain entirely and tried to lunge off the bed, crashing noisily forward.
“Fuuuuck! You bastard! I’ll kill you!!!”
“Hahahaha! This is what I mean by pretty, Suho!”
Even with a cast on, even with the chain secured to an absolutely unbreakable hook in the ceiling, watching Choi Suho charge at him with genuine intent to kill was so adorable that Ji Haesu clapped and beamed.
Still refusing to crush his own temperament, Choi Suho grabbed a plastic water bottle from the bedside table and hurled it.
Thud!
It struck Ji Haesu squarely on the eyebrow. He staggered and fell backward. Unluckily, it hit right above his eye, momentarily blurring his vision.
“Ugh!”
Covering the injured eye, Ji Haesu frowned and looked ahead—to see Choi Suho scrambling desperately toward him, neck strangled, trying to beat him.
“You son of a bitch……! Me……! Me……!”
Ji Haesu’s eyes reddened as the whites burst with blood, and he grinned grotesquely.
“You’re not leaving here until you get pregnant, you know?”
“Fuck, what?”
Enduring the throbbing pain in his eye, Ji Haesu stood up. In one swift motion, he lunged at Choi Suho, grabbed his throat, and slammed him onto the bed with a loud bang.
“Ghk—!”
“You think this is a joke?”
With the dog collar tightening and his neck being crushed, Choi Suho couldn’t breathe. He raised both hands, desperately trying to pry Ji Haesu’s grip away.
Ji Haesu blinked his pale, pristine eyes—starkly contrasting his bloodshot gaze—and spoke.
“You’ll be locked in here like the client. Days, weeks, months, years—until you get pregnant, you’ll be trapped and raped. Gang rape comes after that.”
“Before that—huff—I’ll run away……!”
“Run?”
Ji Haesu dipped his head slightly.
“You don’t run away. I let you go.”
He bared his teeth in a grin.
“Try running. If you get caught, it won’t just be me—you’ll get fucked by fourteen people.”
“……!”
With his throat still restrained, a hand slid between his ass. As the sex began again, Choi Suho twisted his head and screamed,
“Ah—ah—no! I said no!”
Ji Haesu showed no mercy and yanked the end of the chain.
“Here, take a look.”
In that instant, Choi Suho’s body was hoisted upward like a pulley. Before he could even scream, he was dragged higher and higher, until only his toes barely brushed the bed.
The dog collar tightened around his neck, cutting off his breath. His mouth gaped uselessly as he desperately clawed at the air, trying to scrape together floating oxygen.
The chain that had been short before Ji Haesu grabbed it now had slack—just as the chain around Choi Suho’s neck shortened, hauling his body upward until his head nearly hit the ceiling.
Was the bed always this low?
No. The bed had been brought from the hotel and was fairly tall. Did Ji Haesu replace it?
Before he could finish that thought, the rope was yanked again, and his vision went white.
“Huff—! Hah—! Hngh……!”
“How is it? Feel like you’re going to die?”
Clutching the dog collar with both hands, Choi Suho curled his toes.
Ji Haesu’s voice sounded playful, almost gentle—but his grip on the chain was deadly serious.
It felt like being a death-row inmate being hanged.
“Cough!”
The moment Ji Haesu let go of the rope, Choi Suho’s body crashed back onto the bed.
Before he could curl up or retaliate, Ji Haesu muttered,
“Still haven’t come to your senses, huh.”
Clatter—
“Ghk!”
The chain was yanked upward again. His tall, solid body was dragged up by his neck alone.
The suffocation was obvious, but the agony of his entire body being suspended by his throat was even worse. His eyelids rolled back, lips trembling violently.
He could’ve begged to be spared—but the shred of pride barely clinging to him wouldn’t allow it.
“Beg me to save you.”
Holding the chain, Ji Haesu commanded.
Panting harshly, Choi Suho clutched the dog collar, then released it with shaking fingers and raised his middle finger.
“Fuck… you……”
Even if I say that, it should be to Do Si-in—not to you, who takes commissions and makes me pay for sins in someone else’s place. Because you’re the same as me—
Thud!
“Agh!”
“Maybe I should make you kneel to knock some sense into you.”
Ji Haesu loosened the chain slightly, then mercilessly struck behind Choi Suho’s knee.
The pain shot through him like it was about to shatter his leg. Stars burst across his vision, his head bowed involuntarily, and saliva dripped in a long string.
Tears poured from his wide-open eyes, purely from bodily reflex.
“Kh—hngh!”
Ji Haesu grabbed his hair and yanked his head up.
Seeing Choi Suho’s face—distorted, crying, yet never begging for mercy or apologizing—Ji Haesu laughed in delight at that stubborn pride.
“Suho, I realized something.”
“Huff—hah……!”
With one hand still gripping the chain and the other fisting his hair, Ji Haesu continued.
“You were never meant to meet a client in the first place.”
“Fuck, what kind of bullshit are you spewing now?!”
Choi Suho thrashed, screaming,
“AAAH! Let go! Stop it! I’ll go apologize to Si-in myself—!”
Ji Haesu punched him square in the face.
Releasing the chain and striking simultaneously, Choi Suho’s body collapsed onto the bed with a heavy thud.
It wasn’t his cheek—it was his jawbone that took the hit, a dull crack echoing as he collapsed, clutching his jaw and groaning.
Ji Haesu tilted his head lightly from side to side, grabbed the hem of his shirt, crossed his arms, and pulled it off. He stripped off his pants just as quickly, climbed onto the bed, and plastered himself against Choi Suho’s back.
As Ji Haesu’s hand slipped inside his shirt—a familiar motion—Choi Suho turned his eyes away, then froze in shock when he saw Ji Haesu smiling with his chin resting on his shoulder.
Fuck. What the hell is that fucking expression now?
Do you like me or something?
For a split second, he almost asked.
That expression was so fluttering it made him sick to his stomach.
But then the hand inside his shirt cupped and kneaded his plump, ripe nipple, and a moan slipped from Choi Suho’s lips.
“Mm—uh!”
“Haha, cute.”
“Fuck—shut—up……!”
Face burning red, Choi Suho grabbed Ji Haesu’s wrist and lowered his head.
“Mmh—ah—don’t……!”
“Haah… when do you think your heat will come?”
