How much did Jang Yuguk love Choi Suho? For Suho’s sake, he purchased land near Gyeonggi Province, the closest area to Seoul, and built the greatest amusement park in all of South Korea. And whenever he had time on weekends, he would take his son there and play with him. As Jang Yuguk’s son, Suho never had to wait in line to ride anything. Day trips or overnight trips to nearby places like Hong Kong, Japan, China, and Taiwan were a given, and whenever he went on overseas business trips or vacations, he always took Choi Suho with him.
The son born from the Omega he had loved, who died giving birth. His youngest son, gained at the age of fifty.
“Not just the staff—if your dad finds out about this……”
“N-No! Don’t!”
Choi Suho shouted desperately. It was horrifying enough to think of the employees knowing, but imagining his father finding out felt like his entire world was collapsing. Choi Suho clung to Ji Haesu, blurting out words he hadn’t even said when he was being raped.
“P-Please. Don’t. D-Don’t do this, Haesu hyung……”
The incomparable Choi Suho shed tears, clinging to someone while calling them “hyung” for the first time in his life. Ji Haesu had taken revenge on countless rapists at clients’ requests, but this kind of pleasure was new.
Ha. He shouldn’t be feeling this way about a client.
But true to his nature of keeping work and personal matters separate, Ji Haesu firmly grabbed Choi Suho by the neck and pinned him down on the bed. From last night, Suho’s neck had already been repeatedly crushed under Ji Haesu’s hands, leaving bluish fingerprints behind, and now it looked like fresh marks would be clearly engraved again.
“Yeah. From now on, you’ll address me properly as Haesu hyung every single time. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you in front of your dad.”
“Khk.”
Fuck, if I ever get out of Ji Haesu’s grip, I’ll find out who he really is and kill him.
Seeing Choi Suho’s eyes gleam fiercely as he ground his teeth, Ji Haesu smiled faintly under the indirect lighting and spoke.
“Of course, even if it’s not in front of your dad, I’m still going to fuck you. That’s what the client asked for.”
“Fuck! I’ll seriously kill you!”
“You know something? Every piece of trash, including you, has said that to me. But guess how it turned out.”
Ji Haesu shook his shoulders as he laughed. Choi Suho glared at him, biting down so hard his teeth felt like they might shatter, then finally opened his mouth.
“You should probably drop the prejudice that all results are the same—… khk!”
“Call me hyung.”
This fucking boomer bastard. As Choi Suho let out a choked groan, Ji Haesu realized something and released the hand that had been choking him. Finally freed from Ji Haesu’s grip, Choi Suho clutched his neck, coughing and crying, his body twisting to the side as he trembled violently.
Watching Choi Suho’s back quiver in agony, Ji Haesu picked up the tonic he had placed on the side table when he first came in and said,
“Come on. You need to take your medicine, right, Suho?”
The bitter smell of the herbal decoction made cold sweat bead on Choi Suho’s skin. He didn’t have the strength to drink it right now, but it was medicine his father had prepared just for him. He couldn’t refuse it. Barely supporting himself with his left hand, Choi Suho forced himself upright. Ji Haesu, smirking to himself, brought the now-cold medicine to his lips.
At times like this, Ji Haesu was disgustingly kind, letting it trickle little by little so Suho could sip it. Even drinking in small mouthfuls was painful—his throat burned, and dry coughs escaped him. Still, suppressing the pain, Choi Suho managed to finish the entire bowl of medicine, and then a sweet peanut caramel candy was placed into his mouth.
—There you go, our Suho. You took your medicine well, so have some caramel.
The caramel his father had always given him every weekend after he took his medicine. Without thinking, Choi Suho accepted the caramel that entered his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue—and that’s when he felt Ji Haesu’s heated gaze on him.
“The fuck are you staring at?”
“Suho.”
“What.”
He licked his lips with his tongue, not wanting to waste even the medicine residue there, slowly melting the caramel in his mouth. Ji Haesu moved his heavy body closer. Something felt off, and Suho tried to back away little by little, but searing pain tore through the ripped hole below. His entire body was already wrecked.
If it weren’t for this state, he could’ve knocked a guy like Ji Haesu flat with a single blow.
“With you like this, do you really think you could run from the staff?”
“Why would I run? This is my hotel!”
Ji Haesu snorted.
“In that condition?”
As Choi Suho tried to retort, Ji Haesu lifted the mirror from the side table and held it up to his face. Seeing his own reflection—one side of his face bruised black and blue as if he’d been punched—Suho was left speechless.
Looking closer, it was even more horrifying. His right eye—whether from being hit or something else, he didn’t know—had ruptured blood vessels, the whites completely gone. It was probably from being punched. And his left cheek hadn’t escaped unscathed either. How brutally had he been grabbed for such a clear thumbprint to be left behind……
“But Suho, why are you still pretty even after getting beaten?”
Ji Haesu whispered into his ear, breathing hot, ragged breaths. Goosebumps erupted across Suho’s skin. He threw the mirror away, and it shattered against the marble floor with a loud crash.
“You fucking piece of shit……! You turn someone into a half-cripple and—ugh!”
“Yeah, haha! But you’d better get used to it.”
When Choi Suho went berserk like a stray dog and tried to lunge at him, Ji Haesu immediately pressed him down by crushing his neck with his forearm. Watching Suho writhe and wheeze in pain, Ji Haesu laughed cheerfully and pulled ointment for Suho’s torn asshole out of his pants pocket. Realizing what it was, Choi Suho’s face flushed red with humiliation.
“Fuck, this disgusting shit…… stop…….”
“You’re supposed to run away—what, are you going to crawl away on all fours?”
Choi Suho slowly closed his eyes, thinking, This is the worst. Then he snapped them open, glaring at Ji Haesu, and enunciated each syllable with force.
“Just try stepping outside. I’ll seriously kill you.”
“Go ahead and try. But before that, you’ll go through everything the client asked for.”
Everything the client asked for? At those words, Choi Suho’s face stiffened—but the doubt evaporated the moment he felt the thick, sticky sensation of the ointment touching his torn hole.
“Hngh! I-It hurts……!”
“Endure it. It’s torn pretty badly, you know?”
“Y-You fucking bastard! You’re the one who did this—!”
“You did the same thing to Do Si-in, didn’t you? Think of it as getting everything returned to you.”
Returned my ass! Clutching the bedsheet with his left hand, Choi Suho finally broke down crying. Pinning Suho down by pressing on his neck with his left forearm, Ji Haesu easily squeezed a generous amount of ointment into the gaping hole forced open by Suho’s drawn-up legs. Then, with minimal effort, he shoved two fingers in and spread it—squelch, squelch—coating the entire inner wall. Each time, Choi Suho’s body trembled in spasms, muffled moans leaking from between his clenched teeth.
“Hngh, ngh…….”
Since it wasn’t his own problem, Ji Haesu worked all the more silently, carefully applying ointment as deep as his fingers could reach. When he finally spread the ointment over the entrance, torn and crusted with dried blood, Suho’s body went rigid. The entrance, where nerve endings were densely packed, was always the most painful part.
“Hah—huff, ngh……! Ah……!”
The pain must have been unbearable—Choi Suho’s pupils dilated, and his face drained white. His sweat-soaked face looked, if only slightly, pitiful.
But Ji Haesu felt no sympathy. He recalled the minimum down payment he’d received—400 million won—and the additional compensation to follow, and with a sense of responsibility, gazed steadily at Choi Suho.
“What, did you pass out from just this?”
Unable to endure the pain of the ointment being applied to his torn entrance, Choi Suho lost consciousness.
How bad did it have to be for this kind of mess? At the client’s request, even the guy who’d been gang-raped by Haesu and his subordinates had walked out just fine.
Thinking Suho was exaggerating, Ji Haesu lifted his long legs to check inside while he was unconscious. The moment he turned on his phone’s flashlight, Ji Haesu fell silent.
“Hm. It really was bad.”
Semen that hadn’t been fully drained the night before was mixed with blood, clumped together with the ointment, and leaked out through the torn, ragged entrance—it looked genuinely severe. He still had to rape him more in the future; should he take him to a hospital? The thought crossed his mind, but a man who had driven someone to an abortion, destroyed their organs, and indirectly caused someone else’s father to die didn’t deserve that kind of mercy.
Mercy, forgiveness, consideration—those were things meant only for people who lived decent lives according to their conscience.
They were things absolutely unnecessary for people like Choi Suho, who believed in the power of money and lived like trash.
***
Chirp, chirp.
Why do I hear birds? Ever since ending my cohabitation and moving into the hotel suite my father left me, I hadn’t heard birds at all……
—When I’m in this house, I always hear birds, and it makes me feel good. There’s so much sunlight pouring into the room that it lifts my mood.
Ah. When you said that, you were standing with the sunlight behind you, watching me. With the window open and the curtains pulled back, you looked at me like an angel descending from the sky to wake me up. It made me feel inexplicably happy. Every morning, I thought it was a good decision to live with you.
—Suho, wake up. It’s morning.
No, I won’t open my eyes. Because if I do, you won’t be there anymore. Because of my mistake, you……
I let go of your hand.
Tears pooled at the corners of Choi Suho’s eyes.
Why does it feel like I’m falling endlessly?
What’s even scarier is knowing that I’m going to fall even further.
Because that’s what you want.
“Your father called.”
At the word father, his eyes slid open. In that instant, the sharp sunlight felt like it would pierce straight through his pupils, and Choi Suho raised his hand to shield his eyes, crying out, “Ah! My eyes!” as he turned away. Then—his left hand was fine, but a sharp, direct pain shot through his right hand, forcing a groan from his lips. Though bathed in the same light, the pain in his right eye was different. It throbbed, tears spilling out. Clutching his injured right eye—its blood vessels ruptured, no longer functioning properly—Choi Suho writhed in pain, while Ji Haesu watched him and finally opened his mouth.
