The doctor smiled as he wiped the gel off Suho’s abdomen. Was it really a smile of genuine congratulations? Or was it a mocking smile, laughing at the sight of an Omega—someone who used to be an Alpha like him—ending up pregnant?
“Is it really… I’m really pregnant?”
Choi Suho asked in a low, hoarse voice. The doctor started to reply, “Yes. Congratul—” but before Suho could even pull his shirt back down, he grabbed the doctor’s coat and burst into tears, sobbing as he cried out,
“Please—please remove it! Please take the baby out!”
“Pardon?”
The doctor was visibly flustered by Suho’s plea, which wasn’t quite a request and wasn’t quite not one either. When the doctor looked to Ji Haesu, Ji Haesu tried to soothe him, saying, “Suho, what’s wrong?” But now Suho was clutching Ji Haesu’s clothes instead, begging.
“No one wants this baby anyway! You got me pregnant to punish me, didn’t you?! You said you’d make me miscarry! Then do it now—now, take it out! I—I don’t want to give birth…!”
“I’m sorry, Doctor.”
Ji Haesu spoke while holding the sobbing Suho, who was making broken, hiccupping sounds in his arms.
“Our Suho is actually… having a hard time with the pregnancy. He’s recessive, so having a child is—”
“Fuck you, stop spouting bullshit!”
Cursing, Suho lunged at Ji Haesu. Knocking him over, Suho tore off his cap and threw it aside. In that instant, the doctor finally recognized who he was and flinched.
Wasn’t this Choi Suho—the infamous illegitimate son of Chairman Jang Yuguk?
But Jang Yuguk’s illegitimate son had been an Alpha.
Gasping for breath, Suho wiped the tears pooled at the corners of his eyes with his forearm, then glared at the doctor with bloodshot eyes and said,
“Schedule an abortion immediately. No one needs a parasite like this!”
At that moment, Ji Haesu, who had stood up behind him, grabbed Suho’s shoulder with a sharp thud. He leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Suho flinched, bit his lip hard, and began trembling all over.
The man who had been wearing such a warm, affable smile just moments ago now donned a demonic grin as Ji Haesu picked up the fallen cap and gently placed it back on Suho’s head.
“That’s how people react when they recognize you, Suho. They don’t look up to you or fear you anymore.”
“……”
Suho bowed his head deeply, his entire body shaking. Ji Haesu held him close and patted him soothingly as he continued,
“They look at you like some fascinating monkey in a zoo. With your father dead, you’re nothing now. Right, Doctor?”
“W-What? I—I didn’t—!”
“You thought it was strange, didn’t you? How an Alpha ended up becoming an Omega and getting pregnant. The Choi Suho you knew was a dominant Alpha—so how did he become a recessive Omega and get pregnant…?”
Suho clamped a hand over Ji Haesu’s mouth and hissed through clenched teeth in a low voice,
“I get it, so shut up. Fuck. I know my own position better than anyone, so just…!”
Ji Haesu grabbed Suho’s wrist as if to crush it, twisted it behind his back, and snapped a handcuff into place. Then he cuffed his own wrist to it and added,
“Don’t get it twisted. The one who should shut up and follow someone here is you following me.”
The doctor, shaking so badly he looked on the verge of tears, was completely out of his depth, unable to tell whether what he’d just witnessed was a lovers’ quarrel or a genuine act of violence.
I’m just an OB-GYN who did an exam… I didn’t do anything that threatened a life…
Ji Haesu dragged Suho over by the cuffed wrist, then pulled out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and spoke to the trembling doctor.
“This is the cancellation fee for the abortion.”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re not having an abortion. We’ll give birth to our child properly and raise them. Keep that in mind.”
In short, it was a warning to keep today’s events tightly sealed. The doctor stared blankly at the money, then nodded. He was already well-paid and didn’t want the money, but experience told him that refusing it would only provoke further trouble. Apparently satisfied, Ji Haesu and Suho left the exam room without causing any more of a scene.
Once in the car, Suho was cuffed again—this time to the handle above the seat—just like when he’d been dragged to the Pyeongchang-dong mansion. Ji Haesu walked around the hood and got into the driver’s seat. The moment he sat down, Suho’s fist flew out and slammed into his cheek.
Thud!
“You bastard! I told you not to hit my face!”
“That’s exactly why I did it, you son of a bitch!”
Ji Haesu, unable to fully suppress his anger, raised his fist. But he only feinted, sneering instead. As Suho tried to throw another punch, his wrist was caught and twisted.
“Agh!”
“Don’t push it, huh? You’ll end up shattering that wrist again.”
Ji Haesu spoke in a low, threatening voice. Even as cold sweat broke out from the pain, Suho refused to back down and spat,
“Go ahead, asshole. Works out great for me. I’ll just lose the baby too!”
“……”
At that, Ji Haesu released his grip and said calmly,
“Yeah? Then that works even better for me.”
He bared his teeth in a grin.
“Every time you miscarry, I’ll just get you pregnant again.”
Suho’s face froze, turning icy cold.
Truly, this was a situation that would never end unless one of them ran.
On the way to the orthopedics clinic to have the full cast on his left leg removed, Suho seriously thought about escaping.
How could he get away as quickly as possible?
Surprisingly, the answer came easily.
After the cast was removed, Suho fell asleep with Ji Haesu as usual. There wasn’t a single guard in the Pyeongchang-dong mansion. Songyu was only around during the day—at night, it looked like an entirely ordinary house, completely empty.
And Ji Haesu, unexpectedly, had a habit of falling into a deep sleep after sex with him. Tonight, perhaps because they’d had especially rough sex, he slept soundly, making soft, childlike breathing noises.
Leaving Ji Haesu like that, Suho crept into his walk-in closet, got dressed properly, pulled his cap low, stuffed some cash into his pocket, and boldly pressed the door lock before stepping outside. A wide-open garden stretched out before him, and just as he’d expected, there was no one guarding it. His confidence swelled.
This is my house—why am I sneaking out like a thief? The very fact that he was tiptoeing out of the house his father had given him was absurd.
With every step along the stone path in the garden, his confidence grew, until at some point he stopped being conscious of it at all.
He didn’t notice the window opening.
He didn’t notice the massive silhouette watching him from between the curtains.
It was only natural. It was his first time going out alone in nearly six weeks.
Escape felt strangely easy. No one was watching. Just in case, he glanced back—but as expected, Ji Haesu was still sleeping soundly. Unlucky as it was, just as Suho had grown accustomed to Ji Haesu’s pheromones, Ji Haesu had likely grown accustomed to his as well.
“Fuck.”
Muttering the curse under his breath, Suho opened the mansion door and slipped out. Pulling his cap down low, he did his best not to limp as he carefully made his way down the long downhill road of Pyeongchang-dong.
Leaving behind the blazing dawn—and a pair of eyes fixed squarely on him.
To anyone else, it would’ve looked like a simple escape back into everyday life. A tall man, neatly dressed, cap pulled low, mask on, walking steadily down the long slope of Pyeongchang-dong.
And one man was watching that scene while sipping his coffee.
“Hm.”
It was an ordinary morning, enjoyed just a little differently today. Ji Haesu took a sip of the coffee he’d brewed himself, a light smile on his lips.
“Seriously. He’s scared of everything—always running away. Pathological avoidance.”
Muttering that dating—or anything at all—with an avoidant type was a pain, Ji Haesu leaned against the window.
“Shall I go catch him?”
Songyu, wearing an apron as he handled the cooking and housework, spoke up casually.
“Now? Already? You’re thinking about being the first one to rape him again, aren’t you?”
Ji Haesu asked in a flat voice, resting both arms on the window frame. When Songyu replied, “That’s not exactly wrong,” Ji Haesu finished his coffee and said,
“Should I really do it this time?”
“Weren’t you already planning to?”
With a peculiar smile, Ji Haesu watched closely as Suho, pregnant and pretending to be perfectly fine, blended calmly into the crowd.
“Well. If I do, I do. If I don’t, I don’t.”
Saying that, Ji Haesu leaned against the window frame as if Suho’s mansion were his own home and drank the rest of his coffee.
***
What pushed Choi Suho to finally run wasn’t anything dramatic. He’d always had the thought, I’ll definitely escape from this bastard someday—but he never imagined he’d do it so abruptly, so casually, the very next morning, fully dressed and without hesitation.
The cause was Ji Haesu’s sincere confession of love the day before.
—I’m thinking of dropping the request.
—I want you to give birth to my child.
The moment he heard Ji Haesu’s heartfelt confession, Do Si-in’s long-forgotten confession resurfaced in his mind. It felt like his chest dropped straight through the Earth’s mantle.
—We can be good parents, Suho.
Si-in had said that. That even though he’d grown up with only an Alpha father and no Omega parents, he’d never really felt their absence. That all you had to do was give a child unconditional love, cherish them, and if they did something wrong, scold them firmly so they’d never repeat it. It wasn’t that hard, he’d said, gently coaxing Suho.
Perhaps it was back then that Si-in first realized it—that Choi Suho was afraid of giving birth to a child.
More precisely, that he couldn’t endure the crushing weight of reality that came with becoming a parent responsible for a life. Si-in had comforted him countless times, telling him he’d be there, that there was nothing to worry about.
And yet, the choice Suho ultimately made was to cruelly abandon Do Si-in.
