OMS 1

Thwack! The butcher’s thick knife stuck into the cutting board. With his rough appearance, he glared at the two-seat sofa in front of him while wearing his apron. Some thug had been sprawled out on the old, torn leather sofa for hours now.

Ding! The door opened, and a customer entered, startled at the strange scene.

“Welcome.”

The customer kept glancing back several times while selecting meat from the display case. That’s when the thug—no, Park Dong-sik—got up, loudly unzipped his pants, and urinated in a large flower pot. The middle-aged woman who turned at the trickling sound watched with wide eyes.

“Oh my goodness!”

The customer’s face turned red as a ripe persimmon, and the butcher shop owner spoke casually.

“This bastard keeps pushing it. Showing off his dick like it’s something to be proud of.”

Dong-sik smugly shook himself and zipped up. After carelessly wiping his hands on his pants, he flashed a grin, showing his teeth. The customer whispered to the owner in disgust.

“Who is he? Someone you know?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just a bastard who’s gonna get stabbed to death soon.”

“My goodness, causing trouble in someone else’s shop. And with such a clean-cut face too.”

The customer left hurriedly, muttering about seeing something awful, and the butcher went to the back refrigerator to organize items. During this time, Dong-sik casually took the cash the customer had just paid from the register and stuffed it in his pocket.

“Hyung-nim.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine then, Mr. Jang. People should have some shame. How are you going to pay back the debt? If meat isn’t selling, maybe you should sell a kidney.”

“I told you I’d pay when the shop sells.”

“Sells my ass. Who’d buy this dump?”

The shop owner ignored him and began cutting a large piece of meat.

“Get real. Seriously, if the big boss gets involved, you think anything will be left of this place? I’m being patient because it’s you—”

The butcher shop owner whirled around, holding a gleaming knife.

“Tell Moon Ho-cheol to come himself. I’ll gut him myself.”

Dong-sik didn’t even blink.

“Ever gutted someone before?”

The shop owner remained silent, and Dong-sik irritatingly lifted his shirt. His body was rock-hard with abs, without a trace of fat, and covered in countless knife scars.

“Go ahead. Let me taste your knife work.”

The shop owner’s grip on the knife tightened, but that was all. He was once formidable, but now he was nothing more than a toothless tiger. Dong-sik, with a cigarette in his mouth, grinned like a villain, pulled down his shirt, and picked up a small piece of raw meat, putting it in his mouth.

“Today’s the last day for old time’s sake. I’ll be back in two days, so have the money ready. Otherwise, one of us will have to cross the Jordan River. You know what I mean?”

As Dong-sik left the shop, he spat out the meat he was chewing. “Damn, this beef is tougher than a tire. No wonder there’s no customers.” Ding! With the clear bell sound, he stepped outside and looked back at the sign.

‘Delicious Butcher Shop’ – the letters were so old and faded that the ‘Delicious’ character had fallen off long ago. He sighed softly as he walked away. The butcher shop owner was once his senior colleague. He was good at his work and surprisingly compassionate for someone who’d been in the business so long.

He changed when he met a woman. Said she was his first love, said he wanted a new life. As he wished, he married, left the business, and had a child – seemed to be living happily. At least until he showed up at the office on his own.

[Please lend me some money.]

He said he couldn’t get a job because of his criminal record, that he wanted to start a business but didn’t have enough capital… The business did well at first, as he had hoped. But soon several competitors opened nearby, and his dreams shattered.

The loan shark interest grew daily, and he ended up selling the shop and moving to this remote port. Worse still, he became a pathetic figure getting threatened daily by his former junior colleague.

Dong-sik tried to hide his bitterness as he walked to his car parked near the dock. Since the owner was a senior he had respected, collecting money always left a bad taste in his mouth. As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat, he got a message from a colleague saying it would take another hour. He leaned back in his seat and gazed at the horizon.

Fishing boats sparkled in the distance. Perfect weather for soju and sashimi. Maybe I should get some sashimi on the way. Growing bored, he pulled out his phone and accessed a porn site.

After scrolling through several videos, he came across a scene with two men panting together. Both were muscular, one completely naked, the other in a sharp black suit. The suited man spread the other’s buttocks and suddenly thrust in his pole-like cock without warning.

As he watched the men coupling like beasts, his lower body began to respond.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Damn, so tight.”

Dong-sik licked his lower lip and looked around. It was dark, and the car had dark tinting, so no one could see inside. Might as well release some tension here, he thought. There was something thrilling about doing it outdoors.

He quietly unzipped his pants and slipped his hand into his underwear. Stroking himself, he thought of his favorite porn actor – a Spaniard who looked incredible in suits.

Just imagining embracing and rolling around together nearly made him climax. Biting his lower lip and rocking his hips, he felt a tingling below his navel. He raised his toes, wrinkled his nose bridge tightly, and moved his hand faster.

“Mmm…”

As his muscles rapidly contracted and relaxed, preparing for release, someone knocked on the window. Startled, Dong-sik threw his phone and instinctively pulled up his pants. He opened his eyes fiercely to glare outside, and there stood someone he’d never seen before right in front of him.

He hurriedly buckled his pants and casually lowered the window slightly, staying alert in case this sudden intruder turned out to be an assassin—he had many enemies. The man bent down. In the streetlight, his face was hauntingly beautiful.

Snapping out of his daze, Dong-sik frowned.

“What, what do you want!”

“Um… I was wondering if I could borrow a light…”

The man’s voice trembled slightly as he pulled his coat tighter against the cold. Dong-sik dug out a lighter and handed it over. The man bowed his head, lit his cigarette, and immediately returned it.

“Thank you…”

After thanking him, the man walked away in the opposite direction. His overcoated figure looked fragile, as if he might collapse at any moment. Damn, that man is pretty as hell. Is this what they mean by ‘a single flower’? TV actors are supposed to be good-looking, but he’d never seen anyone quite this handsome.

As he watched the man disappear, he tried to get back to his previous activity, but the mood was already gone.

“Ah, shit.”

Leaving it unfinished would feel unsatisfying, but the excitement had long passed. Damn it. Might as well smoke. He searched his pockets, but of course, he was out of cigarettes. After checking the console and glove box without finding any hidden packs, he looked outside. The man who had borrowed his light was standing in the distance, gazing at the horizon.

Even in the darkness, the man seemed to glow with dignity.

“If you borrow something, you should return it.”

Dong-sik got out of the car and walked toward the man.

Just as he called out “Hey,” the man extended one foot toward the sea.

“Huh?”

Before he could think further, the man jumped down. Like taking a step, without a moment’s hesitation. With a splash, the man vanished before his eyes.

Shit! What the hell!

He frantically looked around, but there wasn’t even an ant in sight, let alone someone who could help. Instinctively, he ran toward the spot, throwing off his jacket and shoes. He dove precisely where the man had jumped in, but finding someone in the dark sea proved difficult.

When he couldn’t see anything, fear suddenly gripped him. Just as he was about to surface with a bad feeling, someone grabbed his ankle. Startled, he looked down but saw only darkness. He panicked and lost his breath, choking as water filled his lungs.

Cough, cough, Dong-sik struggled desperately to survive. His mind went blank. What’s happening? Is it a water ghost? Is this heaven’s punishment for a lifetime of sins? Despite using all his strength to survive, his body wouldn’t rise, and his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

Damn it. If I had known this would happen, I should have just finished jerking off earlier. No, I should’ve ignored others and fooled around with that guy. If I’d known I’d die so meaninglessly…

As his consciousness faded, his life flashed before his eyes. The day he ran away from the orphanage after being beaten, his first theft, the day he cried with joy finding his father, the short-lived happiness before his father ran away with all the money, the day he got stabbed in the left side while collecting debt…

Haahaa…! Park Dong-sik, what a dramatic life you’ve lived…

God, Buddha. I admit I’ve sinned a lot, but I was trying to save someone—doesn’t that count for something? I’ll be honest. Please save me. It’s too unfair to die like this. Or at least let me be reborn as a rich kid and live comfortably next time.