OMS 3

“What are you doing, Dong-sik hyung!”

Gi-tae, who suddenly squeezed in next to him, checked the video Dong-sik was watching and grimaced. Gi-tae was the only one in the office who knew that Dong-sik liked men. Of course, it wasn’t because he had revealed it himself, but because he had been caught watching a video and masturbating. Gi-tae was young, but he was quite tight-lipped, and Dong-sik knew that, so he didn’t really hide it.

“Ah, again. Watching weird stuff.”

“What do you mean weird, punk? This is food for the soul.”

“Wow, so shameless. Not even trying to hide it from me.”

“Why bother? You already know everything anyway.”

Though disgusted, Gi-tae curiously glanced at the video.

“But why is your taste so consistent?”

“What do you mean?”

“All the stuff downloaded on your computer has guys in black suits. Isn’t there a word for that? Being obsessed with one thing like a pervert.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“There is. Something like… shit. Can’t remember. Pant… something similar.”

“Talking nonsense about pants. Forget it, go buy some ramen. I’m starving.”

Dong-sik kicked Gi-tae’s ass while lying askew and continued watching the video. Sure enough, in the video, a man in a suit had his cock out, roughly fucking his subordinate’s hole. Ah shit. That’s really hot.

The actor had a smooth bridge between his eyebrows and nose, deep eyes, and upturned lips giving off a sexy vibe. Too handsome to just be a porn actor. Dying while fucking someone like that would be a dream come true. While happily lost in fantasy, suddenly there was a violent banging sound from outside.

Dong-sik half rose. The guy who went for ramen couldn’t be back this soon.

“Hyung!”

The door burst open and Gi-tae appeared, in terrible shape. He was bleeding profusely from his stomach, and his face was ashen. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs grew closer behind him. Dong-sik quickly got up, dragged the collapsed Gi-tae inside, locked the door, and checked on him.

“What is it! You bastard!”

“Ugh! R-run away! Quick!”

“Fuck! What’s going on!”

Bang! As if waiting for it, the door shook as if it would break. Dong-sik grabbed the doorknob and held on with all his might. He looked around for a useful tool in the room, but all he could see was a dull kitchen knife.

Gi-tae, who had been leaning against the wall, vomited blood and collapsed to the side, and Dong-sik shouted at him. “Gi-tae! You bastard, wake up! I said wake up!” The rattled doorknob became loose with a clank, and the door burst open instantly. Through the gap, several blue blade edges thrust in. The sound of metal scraping felt like the dance of thugs’ knives.

Open up! Come out, you bastards!

Dong-sik, who was holding the door shut, turned around.

The only escape route was a single window.

Jung Gi-tae couldn’t even open his eyes, just breathing heavily. This was the third floor. Jumping would probably break something, but the chances of surviving were high. He couldn’t take Gi-tae with him, and he had no strength left to hold out. He needed to survive first. To survive meant to run.

Dong-sik left the dying Gi-tae and ran toward the window. Simultaneously, the door burst open and gang members with knives and clubs poured in. As he used all his strength to throw himself outside, someone grabbed his nape from behind. Then a knife went into his side.

The tremendous pain choked his breath. He barely shook free and stood on the windowsill. Without hesitation he jumped, but instead of falling down, his body floated up toward the sky.

Whoa! Turning back in surprise, he saw the thugs crowding at the window, screaming and throwing knives. Dong-sik flew like a bird through the sky, mocking them.

Try and catch me, you bastards.

I can fly through the sky!

I’m Batman and Superman! Hahaha!

What’s that? Is he laughing? He is, right? Ugh, creepy. Maybe it’s not memory loss but just plain insanity? Why does he talk like that? You should do well, oppa. Don’t lecture me. Shh, both of you be quiet. Looks like he’s waking up.

The murmuring voices came through relatively clearly.

Dong-sik opened his eyes.

He’d just dreamed of flying, but reality was an unfamiliar scene.

He slowly moved his eyes left and right. He saw several faces. Only one of them was familiar. The man he had seen in the hospital, the one who called him “sister-in-law.” He slowly lowered and raised his eyelids several times.

An older woman spoke to him.

“Are you alright?”

The woman’s expression was cold as she asked.
And the younger woman beside her had curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Did you really lose your memory, sister-in law? You’re not lying?”

Dong-sik was dazed and blinked slowly, trying to remember. He had definitely jumped in to save someone who was drowning, and when he opened his eyes, he was in the hospital. He had someone else’s face… and then…

Ah, right. He had caused a scene. Saying he wasn’t Lee Hee-soo but Park Dong-sik, demanding to know where his body was, accusing them of conspiring to deceive him, threatening to forgive them if they told the truth. Eventually, strong young men had held down his limbs, and a needle was inserted with drugs. That was his last memory.

He had hoped everything would be back to normal when he opened his eyes, but that hope quickly turned to despair. His hands were still tied to the bed, and when he squirmed to move, the middle-aged woman looked behind her. A man in a black suit appeared and undid the restraints on his wrists.

Next, a doctor came in and asked various questions.

“Do you remember your name?”

Dong-sik kept his mouth shut. By now, he was certain. That he wasn’t Park Dong-sik. No, that his body had changed.

“Can you tell me today’s date?”

When there was no answer, the doctor wrote something on the chart.

“Do you recognize anyone here?”

How could he? Seeing his blank expression, the doctor scratched between his eyebrows with his pen-holding hand, looking troubled, and began explaining to the people in the room. He was rambling about “daughter-in-law” having amnesia, but even that title felt strange and creepy.

There’s only one case where a man becomes a daughter-in-law. Omega. So, am I inside an Omega’s body? While they conversed, Dong-sik looked around the room. It was too large and luxurious to believe it was a regular home.

The gathered people also reeked of wealth, like they were drenched in it.
[God, Buddha. Please let me be reborn as a rich family’s son and live comfortably in my next life.]

Hey, God, Buddha. If you’re going to grant wishes, do it properly. I asked to be a rich family’s son, not their daughter-in-law. Dong-sik cursed quietly and examined the gathered people one by one.

“There’s nothing abnormal. However, it will take time for memories to return.”

“How long?”

“Well, I can’t make any promises. It could be days or months.”

The middle-aged woman touched her forehead with a troubled expression. Oh my, what’s all this. Right before such an important event too. Dong-sik remained silent. So it wasn’t a hallucination. Did my body really change? Then where did my original body go?

Fearing another sedative injection if he acted up, he kept quiet and listened to their conversation. Then voices were heard from outside, and the woman’s face brightened. Jun-han must have arrived.

Who was Jun-han again?

The young woman hovering nearby grinned as if finding an interesting spectacle.

“Sister-in law, do you remember Kim Jun-han? Your husband.”

Ah. So there’s a husband too. Dong-sik’s gaze naturally turned to the man from the hospital. He definitely called him sister-in-law. It’s strange enough that he’s here shamelessly after fooling around with his brother’s wife, but he’s not even trying to hide his affectionate gaze.

By now, Dong-sik was curious about this husband’s character. How stupid must he be to not know his brother is sleeping with his wife? Or does he know and just endure it? Why? Is Lee Hee-soo that beautiful? Surely he can’t be that pathetic.

While imagining this unseen husband, he naturally pictured a pot-bellied, half-bald man wearing glasses. Just then, the door opened with a screech, and well-polished shoes entered first.

Well, let’s see what kind of idiot he is.

“Ah…”

Dong-sik was left speechless, mouth agape.

The man strode over and slowly looked Dong-sik up and down. Seeing how respectfully the doctor treated him, the man must be either difficult or high-ranking in the family. Dong-sik’s gaze couldn’t leave the man’s face.

“I’m here.”

A consistently, terribly low voice. He remained expressionless throughout the doctor’s explanation. Despite hearing that his spouse had lost his memories in an accident, he showed no sign of sadness, as if merely receiving a schedule report from a secretary.

Regardless, Dong-sik stared at him in a daze. A black suit revealing a firm physique, sculptured features. A flawless bearing and cold gaze.

Haa, this is…

The husband is exactly my type?