But when the police said, “So it really was a lover? The one who studied in Hong Kong for a long time?” Choi Suho had no choice but to twitch his brows, cover his face, and answer, “…Yes,” letting it slide.
“No. That’s not what I mean, Suho.”
The police tapped away at the report and continued questioning.
—You loved him, right? That’s why you decided to become an Omega so you could have a child together? That’s why you willingly became an Omega?
—……
It was a good thing his face was covered. Otherwise, his fist would’ve flown straight into the cop’s face.
Omega.There was no doubt—he had become an Omega.
Even now, these anxious, maddening emotions slowly settled the moment he was held in Ji Haesu’s arms, making his head spin.
My father died.He died after seeing me having sex with Ji Haesu.And I’m calming down in the arms of the bastard who ruined my life?
If this isn’t a fucked-up Omega, then what is?
“So what—you want me to do exactly what the client wants? Get pregnant, miscarry, get pregnant again, miscarry again, repeat it over and over, then die in a traffic accident? Is that it? Is it enough as long as I stay alive until then? That’s what you and the client both want anyway, right? You just want me to suffer endlessly until I die for you!”
As soon as his broken right wrist healed, his ankle was shattered this time—and even his eardrum had ruptured. The eardrum would heal naturally, sure, but wasn’t the problem the fact that someone had beaten him hard enough to rupture it in the first place?
At this point, wasn’t it basically the same as telling him to die?
Feeling as though everyone around him wanted him dead, Choi Suho glared at Ji Haesu with reddened eyes, tears clinging to his lashes.
But Ji Haesu smiled shyly, his face lit up with joy. As uncontrollable pheromones poured out, Suho’s body and mind grew sluggish, and panic set in. It felt like a soft, pleased sound was about to slip from his mouth—like a puppy curling up somewhere warm—so he covered his mouth and turned his head.
That was when he stepped down on his broken foot.
“Agh!”
A scream burst out as his body buckled. Ji Haesu rushed over and caught him in his arms.
Ah… it feels good.Smelling Ji Haesu’s pheromones made—
The moment that Omega-like, primal thought surfaced, Choi Suho’s face went stark white, his body trembling violently. He struggled to shove Ji Haesu away as if the man were some kind of ghost.
At that moment, Ji Haesu pulled him close into his arms and said with a boyish grin,
“I won’t let Jang Jihyeok or any other bastard lay a hand on you from now on.”
“Fuck—then you don’t touch me either! I’m going to Si-in—!”
The instant the name Si-in slipped out unconsciously, rough lips crashed down on his.
With one ankle broken and no way to move properly, Ji Haesu clutched Suho’s wrists and kissed him hungrily. He turned Suho’s head left, sucked at his tongue, then bit down hard enough to draw blood—without caring in the slightest. He turned Suho’s head to the right and sucked again, and when Suho protested, “Don’t— ngh!” he wrapped an arm around his neck, dragged him back to the bed, pinned both wrists above his head, and sucked noisily.
“Mm— nngh. No…!”
As the natural prelude to mating unfolded, tears pooled at the corners of Suho’s eyes.
“I said no! I don’t want this!”
Suho screamed that he didn’t want it, using his broken ankle, his uninjured leg, and his barely healed hand to block his body. For once, even Ji Haesu had no easy way around it. Looming over him with both arms braced around his body, Ji Haesu watched as Suho curled in on himself like a beaten child, clutching his body and crying silently.
He’s not crying because of me.
That realization enraged Ji Haesu. An unfamiliar emotion—like a boy experiencing his first love—set his whole body ablaze.
Then all he had to do was make him unable not to cry. If Suho cried because of him, that was fine. But crying for something else? That was unbearable.
“Suho. Don’t cry.”
“Hhng…”
With clumsy hands, Ji Haesu wiped away the tears clinging to Suho’s lashes. His thumb, rough with calluses from all the fucked-up things he’d done, scraped against Suho’s skin—yet it felt strangely gentle.
He was clearly insane. A bastard who’d come to ruin him.
And yet the reality—that the only person he could cling to right now was Ji Haesu—was unbearably bitter. Even so, Suho clung to the warmth of his body and sobbed.
“I guess… Dad didn’t really love me.”
“You’re only realizing that now?”
His voice held no pity at all—like a fork stabbing straight into Suho’s chest, stealing his breath away. Yet the hand patting his back carried a different kind of tenderness, leaving him confused.
It wasn’t the gentle affection his father had shown. This was rough, unrefined, soaking straight into his skin without restraint.
Ji Haesu wasn’t pretending—he genuinely wanted to comfort him. Not knowing how, he patted his back, stroked his hair, as though mimicking something he’d seen somewhere before. When Suho stared at him blankly through tear-filled eyes, Ji Haesu lay down beside him, slipped an arm under his head like a lover, and smiled.
“Your dad loved the part of you that resembled Choi Juho—not you.”
“Fuck… you’re really saying some fucked-up shit…”
Every word hurt so badly that tears streamed down his face.
“Then why cling to love from someone like that?”
“He’s my dad.”
Suho sniffled.
“He’s all I have.”
“Then what about me? I don’t have a dad—or a mom.”
Ji Haesu said it lightly, like a joke—but the weight behind it was anything but light. Suho couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“I never had them to begin with, so don’t worry.”
“……”
“And you—your client’s father too—”
“I’ll meet Si-in and—!”
“Ah. Yeah. That part really pisses me off.”
Gently stroking Suho’s tear-soaked cheek, Ji Haesu asked in a soft yet chilling tone,
“Why do you keep calling the client ‘Si-in’? You’re already over, aren’t you?”
“It’s nothing. We lived together for three years—it just became a habit…”
“Really?”
Watching Suho lower his gaze, Ji Haesu deliberately tossed out the words,
“You know, the client never once called you ‘Suho.’”
That was when Suho collapsed.
“M-Maybe I should say sorry… I should apologize…”
He reached for Ji Haesu instinctively—but at the most crucial moment, Ji Haesu coldly pushed him away.
“But the client? He’s living happily right now.”
“…What?”
Suho collapsed for the second time. He staggered up, disbelief written all over his face, grabbed Ji Haesu by the collar, and asked in a cracked voice,
“He’s happy? Without me?”
Ji Haesu shook his wrist free and replied coolly,
“Yes. He’s living very happily. So don’t go looking for him. Just your presence in his life would be poison to him.”
“……”
What had he dreamed of with Si-in? At one point, he even imagined becoming his spouse. Living together had been joyful—he’d felt emotions that made me wonder if happiness could really be this real.
But it never went beyond that. In the future where he succeeded, Si-in wasn’t there.
Si-in was a recessive Omega, and Suho knew the child he carried would become an obstacle to him. He thought it was just a tiny stone on the road—something he could dig out with a hoe.
Instead, Suho tripped over it, smashed his forehead open, lost teeth, shattered his shoulder and knees, wrecked hisankle—ending in total catastrophe.
“You’re not part of the client’s life anymore, Suho.”
Ji Haesu caressed Suho’s damp cheek—completely fallen into his grasp—and smiled happily.
“Even if you might still be part of mine.”
Suho blinked slowly.
Is this what Do Si-in felt?
I feel like… I should just disappear from this world. Like no one needs me.
Why was I even born?
At that moment, Ji Haesu stroked his hair and whispered,
“Don’t drown in self-pity, Suho.”
Suho flinched.
“You still have more punishment to receive. And you don’t need to wallow in self-pity—you’re not worth it. I keep telling you: you don’t have that kind of value. Got it? Get a grip.”
Ji Haesu tapped Suho’s forehead—tap, tap—cutting him off. Suho looked completely disconnected, his head lolling back as if his mind had snapped.
Ji Haesu was satisfied with all of it.
With just a few words, Suho forgot all about Do Si-in. Thought only about him. Suffered over the emotions he gave him. Cried over the pain he inflicted.
And that sight pleased him.
“Still, Suho.”
Ji Haesu opened his arms and embraced him. Suho blinked slowly with vacant eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility for fucking you up.”
Ji Haesu’s excited voice sounded almost like I love you, and Suho’s mind grew confused.
If this was love—Then it should never have become love.
Just like how he had loved Do Si-in.
