His hip bone struck the glass table, sending a sharp, numbing shock through him. Choi Suho gasped, panting, trying to push himself up, but the hand clamped around the back of his neck forced him down. He writhed, choking out broken sounds.
“Let go! You fucking bastard!”
“Suho, I told you to know your place while hyung was willing to go easy on you.”
“Fuck off! Hyung? Why the fuck would you be my hyung?!”
“If I’m older than you, I’m your hyung.”
Ji Haesu said it calmly, then lifted his foot and struck hard behind Choi Suho’s knee, which was locked stiff as he resisted. There was no sound—just a heavy, dull impact. Choi Suho’s body folded easily. Ji Haesu took a slow breath as he looked down at him, blood streaming from Choi Suho’s right ear. Then his gaze shifted to his own left hand, soaked red, the apron completely drenched, and he muttered something unintelligible.
Hearing that, Choi Suho panted and asked in a hoarse, sunken voice,
“…Are you Chinese?”
“Just because someone speaks Chinese, that makes them Chinese? Then are Koreans who speak Chinese Chinese too? Koreans who speak Japanese—are they Japanese? And people always mistake it for Chinese anyway—ah, I don’t feel like explaining that shit right now.”
Still restraining Choi Suho with his right hand, Ji Haesu exhaled a long, drawn-out breath.
“I’m the idiot for thinking I’d cook you miyeokguk to celebrate you becoming an Omega.”
“Fuck—since when!”
Choi Suho snarled and thrashed, twisting his head back to glare at him with bloodshot eyes.
“I’ll really fucking kill you—aaagh!”
“Yeah, kill me. Huh? Die from overfucking in bed.”
“Fuck you, you piece of shit!”
Seeing the blood still flowing steadily from Choi Suho’s right ear, Ji Haesu deliberately turned his head so only his left ear faced him and whispered,
“While you’re at it, get pregnant with my kid too. Ah, but I don’t feel like raising one, so a miscarriage’s a must.”
“You…!”
Choi Suho trembled violently, humiliation burning his reddened eyes, while Ji Haesu whispered without a care.
“Hey?”
“I’m just repeating, very directly, what you said to the client. Why? Too humiliating?”
—You say you’re pregnant? How do I know it’s even mine? It’s not like you only slept with me.
—Even if it were my kid, I hate kids. Get rid of it.
—You won’t get rid of it? I said get rid of it! I told you I hate kids!
Those words scraped relentlessly through Choi Suho’s mind, vivid and merciless. Every single one was something he had screamed at Do Si-in from the bottom of his heart.
Back then… what kind of expression had Do Si-in been wearing? He couldn’t remember. Do Si-in’s face was blurred out in every memory, like it had been mosaicked over.
“Or want to try getting hit by a car? If your uterus gets wrecked and ripped out along with it, then even if you become an Omega, you won’t ever get pregnant again, so that works out just fine, right, Suho? Even if I leave for my home country. Just in time too—I’m almost due to head back.”
—Just make it so they lose the baby, nothing more. I hear it’s going to rain that day. Use moderately worn tires and say the car skidded.
“Ah, should I use worn tires? If we say it slipped on wet roads, it’ll be ruled an accidental death, so your father won’t even find out.”
—Their father happens to be hospitalized across the street at the university hospital. Some kind of hypertension, some illness—well, it’s not like he’d die that day, right? Just cause a minor accident and get the baby removed. They keep insisting it’s my kid, but it’s not, and it’s just a hassle.
“Ah, if he hears about your accident, do you think your father with heart disease might die? But well, it’s not like it’d be that very day, right? He’s still alive and well now. Just get pregnant, get the kid scraped out, and that’s that, isn’t it?”
The past perpetrator he had been and the present him—who couldn’t even fully claim to be a victim—overlapped dozens of times. Choi Suho’s eyes lost focus, collapsing into ruin. Watching Suho crumble helplessly beneath his hands, Ji Haesu laughed with genuine delight.
This is exactly why I can’t quit this job. The small fry only pay pocket change, but I get to fuck up trash without guilt—and get pleasure out of it too.
And when I run into an Alpha exactly to my taste, like Choi Suho, it’s even better.
Choi Suho couldn’t beg him to stop. He couldn’t even ask why he was doing this. What he’d done himself had risen too clearly to the surface. Because the client—Do Si-in—had wanted exactly this, had poured all his money into asking Ji Haesu to utterly destroy Choi Suho’s life.
“Why the hell should I take responsibility for your kid when I’m leaving for my home country?”
The moment Choi Suho heard Ji Haesu mockingly imitate even his tone through his still-functioning left ear, he screamed,
“Stop! Stop it!”
But Ji Haesu didn’t stop.
“Don’t worry. I’m a skilled driver, so I won’t damage your other organs.”
“Stooop! If Dad finds out—!”
Choi Suho lay trembling on the glass table, tears spilling from his eyes. Even now, worrying that his father might find out and strain his heart—seeing such a devoted son, Ji Haesu’s face went blank.
Do you really feel no remorse toward the client at all, Choi Suho? Truly…
“I’ll apologize to Si-in! You fucking bastard!”
“Ah, seriously. I hate hearing the name Si-in.”
He could just call him Do Si-in, but the way he said “Si-in, Si-in,” with affection, like they’d lived together for three years, irritated him to no end. If he’d loved him so desperately, shouldn’t he have treated him better in the first place?
“The client doesn’t want you to go apologize!”
In a fit of anger, Ji Haesu told Choi Suho something that wasn’t true. Everything after that was something he’d made up. When he discussed jobs with clients, he only talked about the job—never the aftermath. Ji Haesu, alias Ji Haesu, real name Yoo XX, wasn’t a counselor. He was someone who handled trash so he could enjoy pleasure without guilt as a side job.
“What if Si-in wants an apology? As a matter of basic human decency—!”
Thud!
“Aaagh!”
The moment he heard the name Si-in, Ji Haesu’s mind went rigid. He slammed Choi Suho’s head down hard and spoke in a murderous voice.
“The client wants your life to be fucked.”
“Khk…!”
“And you know what they want after that?”
With Choi Suho’s head pressed against the glass table, his pants were being pulled down. Now accustomed to the approaching rape, Choi Suho squeezed his eyes shut and endured it.
It’s okay. Just wait for time to pass. It’ll be okay. Once time passes, I’ll curse Ji Haesu again, and—
“They want trash like you to disappear from this world.”
“……”
It’s okay.
Ji Haesu’s laughter-laced words crawled into his ears like maggots, gnawing away at his mind. Countless insects invaded his head, eating through his brain, planting explosives—until finally, a button labeled “suicide” was pressed.
Time began to move.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8……
“But you say you’ll go apologize to the client? The client bet everything asking me to ruin your life—what would change for them if you apologized? Isn’t your very existence the embodiment of all evil to them?”
9, 10, 11…… tick-tock, tick-tock. Time flowed endlessly, without a limit.
But Choi Suho himself reached out and touched the button.
No. Unless I see it with my own eyes, this can’t be the truth!
I have to meet Si-in. I have to apologize. And then—then……
That I loved you……
At that moment, the button marked “suicide” stopped, and time froze. His mind, once filled with the sound of a sweeping second hand, became so silent it needed white noise instead. Only now was rational thought possible again.
“How am I supposed to believe that? Your very existence is a lie!”
Ji Haesu smirked as he half-pulled down the pants of the struggling Choi Suho and looked at the exposed hole.
[Just how many times are you going to make me say the same thing?]
Muttering in his home country’s language, Ji Haesu pressed his cock between Suho’s cheeks and rubbed. The sensation of his smooth, thick glans grinding against the tender, swollen perineum made Choi Suho scream.
“Fuck, do you want to fuck even where people eat?”
“I’ll keep going until you call me hyung.”
At Ji Haesu’s calm reply, Choi Suho’s battered face drained white. This bastard—he really had no intention of ever calling him hyung. Most pieces of trash, once beaten this badly, would bow and say, “I’ll never do it again, hyung!” Of course, Ji Haesu never believed that either, which was why he’d crippled them sexually—and whenever he came back to Korea, he followed up to make sure they weren’t pulling the same trash again.
If you were going to deal with trash, you had to do it with a clear mind. Anything half-hearted turned into releasing it back into the wild instead of proper disposal.
“Of course, looking at you… whew, doesn’t seem like that’ll ever happen anyway.”
“Hrk—ah…!”
It was a place where people ate, but still a place where something was consumed, so Ji Haesu decided it didn’t matter if he fucked Choi Suho here. He forced his cock inside inch by inch. Twisting his lips into a grin, Ji Haesu grabbed the back of Suho’s neck and yanked him down hard.
“Agh! Aaah!”
Slurp.
It had only been a day since he’d become an Omega, so he couldn’t tell exactly what was different, but it did feel softer than before. Lowering his head, Ji Haesu snickered and whispered into Choi Suho’s left ear.
“Congratulations on becoming an Omega, Suho.”
“F-fuck…! Aaaagh!”
Crash!
Unable to withstand Ji Haesu’s brutal thrusting, the dining table rocked violently up and down. Blood streamed from Ji Haesu’s left hand as he tightly gripped Suho’s wrist, but he couldn’t even think about treating it as he slammed his cock into the inner walls clenched around him.
“No, ah—no, no!”
Choi Suho shook his head wildly, denying it.
Him, an Omega? Becoming an Omega—impossible.
He was a dominant Alpha, just like his father.
