“…What?”
A shrill voice burst out from one side. It was Lee Ijun. The guy emerged from the bushes, pushing through with his thin forearms.
“Managing Director, what the hell do you mean by that!”
His silk robe shook. A smooth sheen flowed bewitchingly.
“How can you cast that vermin bastard in the movie? It’ll lower the class!”
As if dying of injustice, he clung on and firmly grabbed Managing Director Gi’s shoulder. Instantly, Managing Director Gi’s eyes whipped around. His temple twitched.
“Lee Ijun.”
At that ominous voice, Lee Ijun startled in shock and quickly stepped back.
“S-sorry…”
As if he’d broken some taboo, Lee Ijun squeezed his shoulders tightly and trembled his thin eyelids. Like someone who knew the man’s fastidiousness.
“Wasn’t Daehyung’s dick enough?”
“I’m really sorry, I, I didn’t realize…”
The man roughly wiped his shoulder with a handkerchief. After rubbing it obsessively, he shook out wrinkles that no one else would even notice. He didn’t even hide his discomfort. Lee Ijun, who was arrogant with no sense of hierarchy and no sense at all, clutched his robe tightly and fidgeted restlessly.
“B-but you were really just joking, right?”
Even in the midst of all this, he was asking such things in a crawling voice. Woonghee felt suffocated as if something was weighing on him. Lee Ijun trembled his elbows as if dying of anxiety.
“How can you put a bastard like that in front of the camera when he doesn’t even match the class? It really doesn’t make sense, Managing Director.”
Between the guy’s thin thighs, sticky liquid was trickling down. It looked exactly like the slime a snake would spit out.
“…If only he’d at least worked his body around? Rumors spread so fast these days, it’s over if his past gets dug up! School violence, past photos, or something like that!”
This was Lee Ijun who, even if Woonghee’s face appeared just a little in the corner of the screen—no, what face? Even if just one eyelash appeared, he’d throw a fit saying they had to reshoot, had to reshoot, and lie down in protest.
Well, they say people see what they want to see. That guy, who’s more filthy trash than anyone, tears him down like that.
“Hey.”
Lee Ijun whipped his head around. Why the hell everyone goes crazy saying such a thing is pretty, he had no idea. Everyone’s eyes must be crooked.
“Am I crazy? To appear in that idiotic movie.”
He really didn’t know what these people thought of him. Even if they shoved hundreds of millions into his pocket, he wouldn’t want it, so why would he appear in some movie?
It was like the heavens were playing a prank on him.
Driving all these terrible people onto this island, testing how much he could come to hate humans. Now even Woonghee felt his once-solid mentality gradually cracking. Once a crack formed, it would split in two soon enough. What if it collapsed completely?
And in the next moment, the man raised his thick eyebrows. As if to look here. He moved his angular jaw and mouthed the words.
‘Should I get rid of him?’
He was clearly saying that. Lee Ijun, should I get rid of Lee Ijun from in front of you, the one who clings to you like a leech trying to tear and devour your blood and living flesh?
…Is that as easy as you say?
No matter how much you are, can you get rid of Lee Ijun from before my eyes on this cramped island?
He’s the guy who clung to me relentlessly even in that huge Philippine landmass, tearing at my skin like a jellyfish?
Don’t make me laugh, you’re too arrogant. My life doesn’t flow so smoothly.
Just to get one measly omega shot, I ran around like a dog for six months. My nose bled from both nostrils, my skull cracked, the blood didn’t stop properly and my cheap short-sleeved shirt became completely soaked in blood.
But look at me now. Even after enduring such times, the result isn’t much different. No, now my life is even being threatened.
…Most of all, Managing Director Gi, there’s no way you’d help me.
‘Just how much is that amount that you’re acting so cheap?’
How could I forget that? The look in your eyes as you handed me money like charity, testing me.
Even without begging for my life before a bastard like you, I’m fine. I’ll never kneel before you. Woonghee’s lips twitched.
“…Third.”
The man, not understanding, raised his eyebrows. A “Hm?” sound was heard, but Woonghee hurriedly turned his body.
‘I’ll keep the third rule.’
He felt an ominous gaze stabbing into his back, but he threw his body forward like a rabbit trying to shove its head into a burrow somehow.
Woonghee ran away. I have to get away, I absolutely can’t get close. He’s a man who uses even people like tools. At the base of that gloomy and pitch-black inner thoughts, only stinking interest must be lurking.
Whirring, whirring. Once again, red warning lights like blood vessels rang out from his brain packed full inside his head. Using that red path created by the siren as a red carpet, Woonghee fled frantically.
***
He couldn’t sleep all night. His two eyes turned bright red like rabbit eyes and cracked with fine lines. It was because Managing Director Gi, that man, appeared in his dreams like a nightmare.
“Ugh…!”
Every muscle in his body screamed. But he couldn’t just crush his ass sitting around. He had to get food.
He brushed the tough leather pants with the machete. He cut the length off around the thigh area.
“Ugh… damn.”
He reluctantly patched up the pants and put them on, then went out to the beach. His pure white thighs, as if kneaded thickly with flour, were completely exposed.
Even in this scorching sun, this skin only turned red and didn’t know how to tan. At this point, melanin pigment probably didn’t exist in his body.
“Damn it.”
His lush eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Lee Ijun had sneered, asking if he’d put on mascara, saying what’s a mere replacement acting all crazy.
‘You’re being pretentious. You want your face ground into cement again?’
That crazy bastard had “accidentally” flicked cigarette ash into his eyes. Thanks to that, half of Woonghee’s eyelashes had burned off completely. The eyelashes that had melted down into ash grew back even longer. Flutter, flutter, they gently covered his eyes, making his pupils look deeper and more innocent.
…Fuck, Woonghee cursed. Anyway, he hated this pretty face to death. His luck was really fucking terrible.
Every time they filmed, he slathered on shit-colored foundation. Trying somehow to kill the sheen that glided smoothly over his face. He’d even considered breaking up some coal briquettes to apply. Lee Ijun threw such fits.
This shitty blood, this dog-like omega. Didn’t it seem like he was born unable to function as anything except being purely pretty like a doll?
Woonghee approached a pile of rocks. He carefully lifted one rock. He pushed a plastic bottle in there. It was something he’d luckily picked up on the sandy beach.
‘…Shrimp, come in, come in, come in.’
Carefully like that, holding his breath tightly shut.
“Wow, really fuck.”
Suddenly, curses came from right beside him. Woonghee whipped his head around. There, Lee Ijun was standing, though he didn’t know when he’d arrived. He’d been concentrating so hard he hadn’t even sensed his presence.
That guy’s a beta so it’s not like he has pheromones either…
“What, you’re not even a cockroach but you keep surviving stubbornly, you.”
Here we go again. It was exactly like this on set too. The makeup’s off, why is the Philippines so hot I’m dying, the air conditioning is so cold I’m freezing to death.
So sensitive that he really bit onto and harped on anything that bothered his eyes to death. That’s why the staff called him ‘Sensiticopath’… a portmanteau of sensitive and psychopath.
Woonghee whipped his head away. He just had to pretend he didn’t hear anything, didn’t see anything. He just diligently moved his hands.
“Oh…”
Carefully looking into the bottle. Three shrimp were already caught.
“Got them.”
Woonghee smiled slightly. His blood-red, reddish lips curled up, and his pure white front teeth peeked out. On his transparently white skin, the hot Southeast Asian heat pooled and sparkled. He quickly grabbed the plastic container and dashed into the cave.
“Huff, huff.”
He knelt down in front of the fire. Huff, huff, he blew air into it. He was seized by a slight sense of excitement and intoxication. Woonghee’s cheeks tinged red. As he was pondering how to grill them, that uninvited guest’s voice popped out again abruptly.
“Really, what kind of caveman…”
Fucking hell, they say even dogs don’t get bothered when eating.
Why did he deliberately follow him all the way into the cave? Lee Ijun looked around the inside with his eyes for no reason. With the back of his hand, he poked and rummaged around at this and that for no reason. As if touching something dirty, letting out “Ugh” groans.
Whether he did or not, Woonghee stuck to ignoring him. He was just splitting the shrimp’s belly with the machete and removing the guts.
“Hey. …Hey, hey.”
Tap, tap, he kicked Woonghee’s thigh with the top of his foot. Even though his knee jolted up, Woonghee stuck to playing dumb. The shrimp, the shrimp flesh looked terribly plump. Only the thought of quickly shoving it into his mouth filled his head.
“You don’t actually believe what the Managing Director said about casting you in Season 2, do you?”
Yeah, this was all he came here to say. Now he was beginning to reveal his true intentions.
“He’s just bullshitting to try to have sex with you.”
In displeasure, Woonghee frowned. A crack appeared on his smooth forehead. He slowly turned his head.
“The Managing Director was fucking staring at you, you know? Is that how it is between alphas and omegas, makes me want to puke…”
Lee Ijun obsessively bit his nails. His index finger was almost half cut away. He usually had a coordinator follow him around and kept getting nail art or whatever. The guy really, literally seemed anxious and nervous. As if Woonghee might steal his position.
“Even if he gives it to you, he’ll just fuck you and throw you away anyway. Is the Managing Director crazy? To give that kind of position to someone like you. Before fucking you, what wouldn’t a guy say to try to sleep with you once? So fucking uneducated, naive, and pathetic bi…”
“Hey.”
Woonghee’s face had already hardened. When his youthful features froze coldly, he looked strangely unbalanced.
“Can’t you understand when I tell you to fuck off?”
