OMS 15

Kim Jun-han played the video on his tablet. In it was Lee Hee-soo, who had disappeared without a word ten days earlier. He threw himself into the ocean, and a short time later, a strange man got out of a car parked nearby and jumped into the water without hesitation.

The next day, Lee Hee-soo was found dead in the water, while the unidentified man’s body washed up the next day. Kim Jun-han wondered why a man with no contacts would jump in to save Lee Hee-soo, but it turned out he was a loan shark.

At the funeral home, Kim Jun-han saw Park Dong-shik in the obituary photo: a young boy in a school uniform, with a handsome face and tired, hurt eyes. He wondered what he had been through at that age. It wasn’t hard to find the answer. When he saw Park Dong-shik’s father lying in a drunken stupor, unaware of the mourners, he got a picture of the life he must’ve lived in his head.

“You postponed the funeral?”

Secretary Choi, sitting in the driver’s seat, glanced back.

“Yes, as it turns out, Ms. Kim Yoon-ah was involved.”

The screen flipped to show Lee Hee-soo’s car on the funeral home’s CCTV. Lee Hee-soo, his face covered by a hat and mask, entered the funeral home. It was around the same time as Kim Jun-han’s visit. What the hell?

He clutched a tablet in one hand and hung his other hand on the armrest, tapping his fingers. Was there a relationship between them that I didn’t know about? There’s no way Secretary Choi could have missed it.

In truth, it didn’t matter if Lee Hee-soo was having an affair or not.

Even if he never came back from the sea, I wouldn’t be heartbroken.

Oh, I would have mourned, of course.

After the accident, Lee Hee-soo’s personality changed unrecognizably. Funnily enough, the more he looked at him, the more interested he became. As time passed, his attention naturally shifted to the man named Park Dong-sik. He wondered what was going on between them. There were many mysterious corners to their affair.

As his suspicions grew, the car pulled up to a house. Kim Jun-han got out of the car, opened the door, and entered the outbuilding. His brow creased as he kicked off his shoes and headed for the study. His gaze automatically traveled upstairs.

He chewed and spat out a small curse as he calculated the date in his head. The scent of incense grew stronger as he neared the second floor, making him feel dizzy. As he rounded the pillar with a ferocious glare, he saw Lee Hee-soo naked in the living room, panting like a dog. He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes, one hand on his penis and the other on the hole behind it.

“Hmph!”

Kim Jun-han hurriedly retrieved a syringe from the back bedroom drawer, unscrewed the cap of the vial, poked the needle in, and filled it with the drug. When he approached Lee Hee-soo with the syringe, he jumped up and lunged at him like an animal. Unexpectedly, the syringe fell to the floor, and Lee Hee-soo sat down on Kim Jun-han’s cock, rubbing his ass and panting for lips.

“Please put it in. Please….”

His patience was about to be snapped by the thick pheromone scent and pleading voice. He covered his lips with his hand, and saw the other man’s eyes beg, “Please let me in.”

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Despite the eerie warning, Lee Hee-soo had no intention of stopping. He even tried to take off his shirt, so Kim Jun-han grabbed a syringe and stuck it into his arm. His eyelids fluttered open as if to show the other man he was responding to the drug, and he fell limply to the side.

Kim Jun-han loosened his messy tie and let out the breath he’d been holding. The scent of pheromones faded, but it didn’t dull his arousal. Better take a pill. Standing up, he realized his cock was painfully erect, and his face crumpled like a sheet of paper.

“Ha, fuck.”

***

“No, we’ll take responsibility for that. Yes, I’ll contact you separately through the secretariat.” A low, pleasant voice. Even in his addled state, imagining that voice whispering obscenities in his ear made him feel like he could climax.

Usually, he would desperately wish to return to normal upon waking, but knowing he was wealthy made him change his mind shamelessly. When he opened his eyes, for better or worse, Kim Jun-han was there, his usually neat appearance disheveled.

Why am I lying in bed…?

As he tried to get up, the other man pressed his shoulder down, making him lie back.

“Don’t move.”

“Why…am I lying down?”

“That’s what I want to know. Did you not take your medication?”

“What medication?”

“The suppressants. Didn’t Manager Kim Yoon-ah tell you?”

“…”

I remembered what an alpha acquaintance once told me. Omegas and alphas had a monthly heat cycle, like animals. During that time, you couldn’t see anything clearly, couldn’t control yourself, and your body moved purely on instinct. The pain was so intense, like your body was burning up, that you needed medication to endure it.

“Are you talking about heat?”

“If that’s what you want to call it. You did pounce on me.”

“Ah…so that’s why your clothes…”

“I gave you an injection, and it subsided right away, so don’t worry.”

At the mention of an injection, I looked at my arm. This guy’s not even a doctor, yet he had no problem sticking a needle in someone else’s arm. He had heard that when heat cycles come, even alphas could barely resist and end up mating. How did he manage to control himself?

His expression was cold, far from concerned. I see. This man truly dislikes Lee Hee-soo. Enough to overcome even desire. Though I can’t remember, the thought of panting like a dog in front of him makes me bitter.

“I heard you went to Chungju with Mother this afternoon.”

Kim Jun-han apparently knew his mother went to meet some sort of spiritual expert or whatever.

“What did you do there that made Mother fall ill?”

He couldn’t tell if the other man was genuinely curious or what he was thinking. What expression would he make if he told him about what happened earlier? No, more importantly, did he know that spiritual expert was a fraud?

“Want to know what happened there?”

Kim Jun-han didn’t answer, and Park Dong-sik held out his hand. “Five hundred won if you’re curious.”

“…”

“I’m joking, why so serious? You’re making me feel awkward.”

Even after he cleared my throat with a “hem,” Kim Jun-han remained expressionless. He had been like this since we first met. He had never seen him angry or laughing. Does he make that same mechanical expression during sex? Imagining it…damn, it’s kind of arousing. Different, but not bad?

“Guess you’re not curious.”

Park Dong-sik adjusted his position and lay back down. His body was stiff but bearable.

“I smashed that spiritual expert-whatever’s head in.”

Kim Jun-han’s eyebrow twitched slightly.

“When I stripped him, there was a huge snake on his back. That’s probably why your mother fell ill.”

Still no reaction, and Park Dong-sik pouted.

“Be honest. You knew, didn’t you? That he was a fraud.”

Kim Jun-han didn’t deny it. Usually, wouldn’t you stop your mother if she was giving money to and sleeping with some weird guy? He’s impossible to understand. Since there was still no reaction despite continued provocation, Park Dong-sik snorted and lay back down, staring at the ceiling.

“Fine. Whatever. This is frustrating. You’re worse than a stone Buddha. No reaction to anything I say, no fun at all. I wonder if you know how unlovable your personality is. Well, that’s why I slept with Kim Tae-han.”

After rattling all that off, he closed my eyes, but there was no sound. Too late, I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t have brought up Kim Tae-han no matter what. His pride must be hurt? Is he going to cut off my living expenses?

Damn. My mouth always gets me in trouble.

He slightly opened his eyes and glanced to the side to see Kim Jun-han sitting with his legs crossed, doing something on his phone. Wow, this guy really didn’t even hear what I said. As he stared at the other man in disbelief, Kim Jun-han looked up.

Their eyes met, and Park Dong-sik awkwardly turned away.

At that moment…

[Well, that’s why I slept with Kim Tae-han.]

Park Dong-sik looked at Kim Jun-han in surprise.

His own words played from Kim Jun-han’s phone.

“What? What are you doing?”

Kim Jun-han twisted one corner of his mouth as he waved his phone.

“Collecting evidence. We need to be clear about who the guilty spouse is.”

What? As he stared at the other man in shock, he got up and gestured toward the medicine on the table.

“Take your medicine properly. Don’t go around shamelessly leaking and jumping on people like a dog in heat. You’re my partner until the divorce, so maintain some dignity in the meantime.”

Then he immediately opened the door and walked out. Park Dong-sik laughed in disbelief. He had felt grateful for a moment, but that completely disappeared. That’s quite a talent, if you can call it that.