“I, hng, do something for me.”
“……Hyung.”
“I, ha, hah, I’m — fuck — dying. I can’t take it. Omega, fucking omega, fuck. Mujin. Hey? Mujin……”
Gu Jongyeol’s lips moved toward Yeo Mujin with an expression utterly unlike his usual self — completely undone. The sounds spilling from him, the warmth of his breath, were so sweet and unbearably endearing that Yeo Mujin wanted to press his mouth against him right then and there and devour every bit of him greedily — but he stood still.
“Mujin, hk……. Do something for me, come on…… hey? Do it for me, fuck!”
Gu Jongyeol lunged at him as if he’d tear Yeo Mujin’s throat out if he didn’t hold him. Yeo Mujin, watching him, pulled something out of his pocket. And then —
“Ow! That — hurts……”
Yeo Mujin watched Gu Jongyeol slump slowly against his chest and let out a long sigh. He pulled the syringe from Gu Jongyeol’s neck and tossed it into the trash, then looked down at him with a cool expression. Since Gu Jongyeol was leaning against him, his ear and neck came into view.
For just a brief moment, Yeo Mujin stared hard at a particular spot on Gu Jongyeol — exposed as if he were bare. Then he pulled off the jacket he was wearing and draped it over Gu Jongyeol’s head. After that, he hoisted him onto his back and walked out of the bathroom.
“Hah, ha, haah!”
Yeo Mujin was heading toward the exit with Gu Jongyeol’s face hidden against his back when it happened. Far from the VIP room, a man who had been driving himself between someone’s legs looked up and locked eyes with Yeo Mujin as he strode past.
“Huh? You — you, you, you’re Mujin? Mujin, is that you? What are you doing here, Mujin!”
Yeo Mujin startled slightly at the sight of the blonde — who seemed thrilled to see him — moving to pull himself out of his partner mid-sex.
“Did you know we were having a dinner here and come for that?”
Kang Yeonkyu — pants still around his ankles, cock standing stiff and openly on display — smiled brightly as he asked. Yeo Mujin glanced at the man who, moments ago, had been taking Kang Yeonkyu’s thrusts with breathless gasps and had now crumpled to the floor.
“I was passing by the area and thought I’d stop in.”
“Haha, sorry, sorry. We only took our department out for dinner. Though you guys work just as hard day and night too, don’t you?”
Yeo Mujin smiled without a word. Then he glanced between Kang Yeonkyu’s legs — still as brazen as ever — and asked,
“Aren’t you going to put it away?”
“Why would I. I’m going right back in.”
Right then.
Yeo Mujin watched Kang Yeonkyu grumble “Hey, fuck, you went limp over just that?” and reach to grab the man by the hair, and spoke up again.
“Yeonkyu. I’m heading out.”
“What? Already? You came all this way — why don’t you take a turn before you go?”
Kang Yeonkyu jerked his chin toward the man he’d grabbed. Yeo Mujin smiled and replied,
“Sorry. I’ve got things to take care of.”
“Things to take care of? Hey, what do you always have so much to take care of — wait, what’s that?”
Kang Yeonkyu finally noticed someone was on Yeo Mujin’s back and his eyes went wide. Then he sniffed the air.
“Oh? That smell! I know that smell!”
Kang Yeonkyu called out cheerfully.
“What, did you pick up an omega too? Where’d you find one? Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with an omega before! Mujin, want to share? The two of us?”
Kang Yeonkyu grinned and started moving toward Yeo Mujin. Yeo Mujin suddenly extended an arm.
“Yeonkyu. Stay there.”
Kang Yeonkyu stared at Yeo Mujin, who had spoken like a warning, then stuck out his lower lip.
“You fucking never want to share with me, every single time. Is this how you treat me? Even if there’s only one hole, you stuff it in together and all that — I mean, seriously, you little shit. I’m hurt.”
Yeo Mujin smiled.
“You know me. My personality.”
“I know. That obsessive cleanliness of yours — you won’t even get your cock out in front of me.”
“Haha. Sorry.”
“……”
“Well…… if you’re really that put out, think of it as a birthday present. You still haven’t given me a birthday present.”
“Hey, you little shit, you going to be that petty about it?”
Yeo Mujin simply stood there without answering, and Kang Yeonkyu shot suspicious glances between Yeo Mujin and whoever was on his back before finally scratching his head roughly.
“Go.”
Yeo Mujin looked at him with surprised eyes. Kang Yeonkyu spun around and yanked the man to his feet, grabbing his ass with both hands.
“Haah!”
“Go. Before I actually change my mind and stick it in your omega’s hole too.”
“Nngh, ha……!”
“You not going? Should I really do it?”
Yeo Mujin looked at Kang Yeonkyu, who was watching him with what looked like a threat, and nodded.
“Alright then, Yeonkyu. Take care.”
Kang Yeonkyu waved him off at that and turned back to the man braced against the wall and moaning, rolling his hips again.
47 hours before the incident.
“Wha—!”
Kim Juwon, one of the main medical staff at Hwangseo Hospital’s Omega Clinic, was humming to himself as he opened the door to his examination room and nearly fainted.
In the examination room, a man in a black suit, black coat, and black sunglasses was sitting in Kim Juwon’s personal chair. It didn’t take Kim Juwon long to recognize who the man was.
“G-Gu Jongyeol?”
Was his voice trembling? Kim Juwon couldn’t tell if he was smiling or on the verge of tears. He was fairly certain he was smiling, so why were tears coming out of his eyes.
He had no idea why he — a proud alpha, no less — could never seem to hold his own around this particular patient who had transitioned from beta to omega, but there was something off about this omega.
Kim Juwon swallowed hard when Gu Jongyeol, who had been slowly dragging a sharp, thin blade across his own face, curved his eyes into a deep, languid smile. I’m — I’m going to die, aren’t I? And I haven’t even had sex once yet? Kim Juwon wanted to scream it out loud.
“Doctor.”
Gu Jongyeol crooked a long index finger at Kim Juwon, who had been unconsciously trying to step back. Kim Juwon walked toward him without thinking. Gu Jongyeol watched Kim Juwon come to a stop in front of him and opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.
“I came to slit your throat, just like you’ve always wanted.”
“Oh! Of course, then gladly — pardon?”
Kim Juwon laughed along and was mid-sentence when he startled and looked down at Gu Jongyeol. Gu Jongyeol rose from the chair. Then he dragged the tip of his tongue slowly along the small blade he was gripping and brought his lips to the ear of Kim Juwon, who had gone rigid as a stone.
“Don’t you remember, Doctor?”
I don’t. I don’t remember anything!
“You were the one who said it. That I had no scent. That it wouldn’t come for a long time. But fuck, every Tom, Dick, and Harry could smell it just fine?”
“Hgh.”
Kim Juwon felt his legs turn to jelly at Gu Jongyeol’s words and sank straight to the floor. Gu Jongyeol looked down at him and curved his eyes into a deep smile as he whispered,
“So. Where would you like me to start cutting?”
Gu Jongyeol dusted off his hands as he walked out of Hwangseo Hospital’s lobby. The smell coming from the hospital today was particularly nauseating, sharp enough to sting his nose. Gu Jongyeol felt irritation swell up inside him and looked up at the sky.
Fuck.
