“Why?”
Why did you have to do that?
I remember the look in your eyes when you didn’t love me. It’s clearly embedded in my mind, in my retinas. It was the look you’d give a bug dying from being stepped on. The look you’re giving them now is exactly the same. Aren’t you watching them like they’re pig bastards wearing human skin?
“There was absolutely no need for you to do that.”
White spider webs were tangled on the cruise’s ceiling, walls, even the table legs. Beneath them, the island people were gasping, breathing roughly. As if their stomachs would burst from being so full, they pulled at their pants’ elastic bands. Pulling them down all the way to their lower abdomens, enough to show their belly buttons.
“He ate earlier too, and he’s eating again, that pig bastard….”
It was Director Hwang. As someone else picked up a large shrimp, he quickly stole it and frantically shoved it into his mouth.
Then, the man’s palm widely gripped Woonghee’s shoulder. He whispered. It was a damp and gloomy voice, as if he would lick his ear at any moment. A chill ran down his spine.
“Woonghee-ssi thought those people were horrible.”
The man’s two pupils were entirely embedded in him.
“Do you want to hear my answer?”
Woonghee bit down hard as if gripping the soft flesh inside his cheek. …Somehow, looking at those eyes, he felt like he knew the answer.
Then, with a huge lurch, the ship swayed. It felt as if this place was a prison in the deep sea. With no exit, no ray of light.
“Don’t you know?”
Woonghee’s eyelashes trembled.
No, he seemed to know.
For a moment, feeling dizzy, Woonghee closed his eyes tightly.
Just looking at this swaying cruise was proof. Even though it seemed like it would be swept away by the waves into the vast ocean at any moment, wasn’t it firmly held by the island like this?
So those people were like Woonghee’s anchors.
Right, these people being trapped aside, why the hell are they so obsessed with food? When there’s plenty to eat like this, clean clothes are provided, and there’s a warm place to lie down, why the hell?
“Hey.”
Woonghee clenched his fist tightly. Trembling, bright blue veins rose on his white skin. Woonghee’s fist sharply sliced through the air and struck Tula’s cheek hard with a thud.
“Get out right now.”
Unlike before, the guy staggered even from just one punch. He grabbed the guy’s collar. Grabbing the collar that was way above him because he was taller, he dragged him to the window. The curtain was tightly closed. White nets were haphazardly hung there.
Those stupid bastards hadn’t even thought to pull back this curtain. When he yanked it open, the dark blue sea appeared beyond. As if even the moonlight had been swallowed by the waves, not even ripples were visible.
“Get out, you fucking idiot.”
When he opened the window with a bang, he felt everyone’s attention turn this way.
“We’re anchored at the island, can’t you see this! What the hell are you doing here like an idiot! You son of a bitch, what did you say to me when we escaped the island, didn’t you say you were worried about Jjokko?”
Through the open window, whoosh, rainwater poured in. That rainwater also rushed into Tula’s gaping mouth.
[I can’t go back in front of that child like a beggar, I, I need money.]
Because of the word ‘money’ spit out at the end of his words, Woonghee’s frustration nearly burst.
“Who the fuck did I…!”
Because of who…….
“Everyone go, go back home, fuck!”
You were all so desperate to go home, why are you stuck here acting crazy, you all ate well and lived well originally!
Actually, he could have just ignored it. But weren’t they different from me, who lived as an Omega with nowhere to cling to?
So why are they holed up here with all their humanity erased and castrated? Doesn’t this make it seem like the Omega zoo that blond bastard talked about?
“You all…, that man.”
Woonghee was about to continue speaking, but then bit his lips shut. He wanted to ask what the hell they believed in that man for, but.
He and I had to pretend to be lovers in love right now.
“……”
Their eyes met. He just shrugged his shoulders and put a cigarette in his mouth. He merely lit it with the lighter he’d given him. He just smiled languidly while raising his eyebrows. Like a villain whose scheme had been exposed.
Why the hell did you bring me here? Did you want to show me just this scene? Why, why are you confusing me this much? When his whim ends, were you trying to plant the anxiety that I might be treated like this too?
The only person I can trust is that man, the only thing is the fact that he loves me. But that… that can’t last forever.
“And you.”
At that moment, Director Hwang threw the lobster shell he was holding in his hand, sucked his fingers, and stood up from his seat.
“Why are you stuck here?”
“…What?”
“You bastard, you ran away saying you’d live alone.”
The pupils that had been fixed on Director Hwang snapped toward Woonghee. In an instant, like a spark catching fire, they blazed up like wildfire. Those dozens of pupils seemed to be shouting loudly. As if they were blaming him….
“That’s not what I…!”
That wasn’t it. The man, the man just chased after him. The man groomed everything from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Like a cat living in a noble’s house, he smoothed each strand of hair.
And now looking at his appearance, he sparkled incomparably more than them. The man chased after him, pounced on him from behind, coaxed and threatened him to kneel by his side, but….
Compared to them, he was glossy as if he hadn’t even plucked a single petal.
“You bastard, you’re trying to take the good stuff for yourself and run, right?”
Everyone’s pupils clung to Woonghee. They were pupils with resentment, wariness, jealousy, various emotions crushed together like filth.
Each and every pupil emitted thick disgust. They truly hated him.
“That fucking greedy bastard, he’s only ever cared about himself….”
It was Lee Ijun. He had changed in appearance beyond recognition. He seemed to have gained over 20kg, and his hair was matted. His fingers, swollen like boiled sausages, were covered with food seasoning under the nails.
“The Managing Director said he’d give you a leading role too, right? You son of a bitch, you’re coveting my position!”
That’s not, that’s not it. I wasn’t doing this to eat well and live well alone.
Didn’t you long for freedom so much? Why the hell are you all like this, why does that kind of thing matter?
“You crazy bastard, you should go get the role with your own ability!”
“Fuck, look at this state, where the hell do I even start managing myself!”
Fuck, I’ve gained so much fucking weight and I’ve aged too….
Lee Ijun burst into tears, saying that he didn’t do Ulzzera so his face was ruined, that the cycle was very important but his face was ruined.
Was it because of the memory of being trapped in a small place? Lee Ijun seemed to fear even going outside at all.
“He even fucking sold his body….”
It was comfortable, wasn’t it, you son of a bitch! Throwing everyone on that island, and trying to live alone, so fucking despicably, just like you’d expect from an Omega bastard….
The buzzing sounds from around him were closer to the sound of swarming insects.
“That, that’s right! I can’t fucking die just supporting a celebrity forever either…!”
This was the sound from Paeng Hana’s manager. After that, Assistant Director hyung matched the rhythm saying “Right, that’s right!”
Woonghee sharply turned his head. Then lastly, Tula’s face slammed into his field of vision.
[Woong, why did you only come find me now? I, I waited for you…. Were you with that man?]
Even Tula, who he thought would always be on his side, was resenting him, wasn’t he? The strength slowly drained from the hand that had been gripping the collar. As he was slowly backing away like that, there was someone who caught him with both hands.
“Woonghee-ssi.”
Because he clung to Woonghee’s back, a damp energy seeped in. As if pitying him, as if cherishing him, a gaze like looking at a dearly valued lover focused on Woonghee’s face.
“Don’t listen to those words.”
“……”
“They’re all trash bastards.”
He kissed Woonghee’s temple with a smack. As if telling him not to have idle thoughts, as if telling him to clearly confirm who was in front of him. As if stamping a seal.
