By Zephyria 
“Here.”
As Eun-myeong pulled five crumpled packets of Omega estrus inducer from his padded jacket pocket, Jjangja looked absolutely appalled, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Hey, what the fuck, is this all?”
He immediately grabbed Eun-myeong by the collar. Choking, Eun-myeong slapped Jjangja’s palm repeatedly to get him to let go.
“The kids are waiting in huge numbers, you idiot. Do you think this is going to be enough?”
He dragged Eun-myeong inside the house just like that. Eun-myeong, surprised and struggling, had thought he could just deliver the drugs and leave. However, he was no match for Jjangja’s strength.
“Let go of me, I have to go back quickly….”
The house he was dragged into was no different from a landfill. Every single potted plant was dead, and fish were floating belly-up in the fish tank. Liquor bottles were strewn everywhere, some of them shattered. There were snack bags, haphazardly bunched-up clothes, blankets, used condoms….
“The kids are coming soon, so clean all this up.”
Spouting those words, he flopped down onto the sofa. Eun-myeong bit his lower lip at such a brazen attitude. His cheeks puffed out with dissatisfaction.
“Why should I?”
His voice was faint, and a “What?” echoed back.
“Why do I have to clean this?”
Eun-myeong attempted a small rebellion. He was no longer someone who had to pay back Jjangja’s debt, nor was he the sashimi restaurant owner’s lackey.
When he asked why he should obey, Jjangja let out a loud “Kwahaha!” and laughed so hard he arched his back. As he leaned his hand on the table, a bottle slid back and shattered with a crash.
“Hey, did you forget? That bitch Eun-joo delivered the estrus inducer, right? What do you think happens if I snitch on this to the police?”
Eun-myeong’s lips clamped shut.
“Then you would too, Hyung….”
Jjangja shook his head up and down like a madman, completely unfazed.
“Yeah, I’d probably go to a prison cell too. But my life is already fucked anyway. I wouldn’t care if I hit someone with a car right now and went to jail.”
The stench of stale cigarettes wafted off Jjangja. He scratched vigorously at the deep piercing in his eyebrow. Perhaps due to a side effect, the area around the piercing looked inflamed.
“But I wonder how that bitch Eun-joo would feel?”
He opened a bottle of liquor and poured it lavishly over his eyebrow.
“What’s there to say? She’d probably fucking resent you, blaming her ruined life on one stupid little brother, fuck.”
Who was it that said the most terrifying person in the world is the one with nothing to lose? Since he was acting so brazenly—essentially saying he was already ruined, so Eun-myeong could stab him or do whatever he liked—Eun-myeong found himself even more speechless.
At this point, he had to admit it. Further resistance was impossible.
Eventually, Eun-myeong left a text message for the Boss on his cell phone. He carefully pressed the screen, mindful of the sharp cracks in the glass, before hitting send.
[Boss I’m at the sashimi restaurant]
[Work is running late so I’ll be late]
The first thing Eun-myeong did after that was put on pink rubber gloves.
Flies were swarming around the sink. Eun-myeong filled the sink with water, added plenty of dish soap, and washed every single plate. Then, he grabbed a nearby f-killer and wiped out all the flies.
As the white smoke hissed out, the body standing behind it trembled.
He felt like he was dying of exhaustion. He had already finished his work at the sashimi restaurant, and his entire body was aching so much he felt as if he were being disassembled bone by bone; having to clean this ridiculous house was truly the worst.
After taking off the red rubber gloves, Eun-myeong huffed and puffed as he cleaned the living room. He picked up shards of broken glass and gathered all the bottles, hiding them behind the veranda. He felt a surge of self-loathing, tears welling up in his eyes, especially while cleaning up the scattered dirty underwear and condoms.
“Yeah, Hana.”
Jjangja was lying on the sofa, wiggling his toes while on the phone.
“Oppa is cleaning the whole house right now, so just bring yourself over comfortably.”
As Eun-myeong was vacuuming, Jjangja flicked cigarette ash onto the floor that had already been cleaned.
“Ah, then I’ve prepared something fucking killer, so just pick the friends with the fattest wallets and bring them along.”
Eun-myeong gritted his teeth and ran the vacuum over the spot again.
After some time, the doorbell rang. Eun-myeong’s knees, which had been bent for so long, finally straightened.
“Oppa!”
A girl with bright red lips entered and threw herself into Jjangja’s arms. Standing in the entryway, they began to kiss deeply and noisily.
Watching the sight of their lips devouring each other in horror, Eun-myeong muttered softly to himself.
‘I’ll be going now.’
He tried to slip past them. However, by some stroke of bad luck, the girl’s heel was firmly pinning down Eun-myeong’s worn-out shoe, leaving him quite flustered. He had no choice but to wait until the kissing stopped.
Eun-myeong kept his eyes cast down on the floor to avoid eye contact as much as possible, but he didn’t know what to do as erotic moans of “yes, mmm” reached his ears. His mind kept trying to drift away.
“By the way, who is that? He was staring at me while I was kissing.”
What? Startled, Eun-myeong snapped his head up.
“I wasn’t.”
He had deliberately kept his eyes glued to the floor to avoid looking. If she had just given back his shoe, he would have slipped away like a ghost without disturbing them.
“That thing?”
Jjangja wiped his lips with the back of his hand and smirked.
“That thing with a cock probably can’t even perform.”
“Omg, why?”
The girl blinked her eyes, which were adorned with long false lashes.
“You don’t remember him? We went to middle school together. That’s the kid who was an Omega.”
Only then did the girl called Hana clap her hands, saying she remembered.
“Right, I remember! When he went to pee, all the boys in our class would swarm over. Oppa, did you eat him?”
“No, Hana, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Jjangja frowned deeply in disgust, scratching at his piercing.
“That fucker isn’t even an Omega.”
“Really?”
The girl’s eyes glistened with interest as she asked why. Jjangja played along, rattling off past stories. The two of them had a grand time making a spectacle of Eun-myeong.
“Then I want to play with him too.”
Him? Eun-myeong’s head snapped around. The girl’s long fingernail was clearly pointing at him.
“N-no, I have someone waiting for me, so I have to go.”
“Hey, get inside. Don’t make this long, before I cut your tongue out.”
Jjangja, pulling Hana into his arms, raised a fist toward Eun-myeong. Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. Overwhelmed by an unspeakable sense of misery, he felt like slamming his head against something and just dying.
In the end, Eun-myeong ended up as a tagged-along guest at this absurd thing called a party, like a misplaced sack of barley.
Everyone played boisterously, with a liquor bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Eun-myeong sat as close to the entryway as possible, so he could bolt at any moment.
“But Hyung, can we taste that today?”
A guy with a pretty-looking boy tucked under his arm asked. His hair was dyed so brilliantly that it was actually blue. It was a color reminiscent of an ion drink.
“Ah, that.”
Jjangja intentionally dragged out his words, glancing toward Eun-myeong.
“I only prepared five for a tasting today.”
“What, only five?”
“You called us all here for just that?”
Complaints began to leak out one by one. Jjangja stood up to calm the crowd, telling them to listen to him first.
“First, just listen to what I have to say.”
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he held up his palms to signal them to settle down.
“It’s because it’s so hard to get. I heard people across the ocean are going crazy for this. They say once you get a taste, you can’t stop. Your cock catches fire.”
Jjangja pretended to press the cigarette against his own groin and let out a shout of “Ow, hot!” A burst of loose laughter erupted, and the tense atmosphere softened.
“I’ve already secured the entire stock, so now it’s just a matter of bringing it in.”
Jjangja asked Eun-myeong, “Right?” In an instant, all eyes snapped toward Eun-myeong. Suffering from a fear of attention, Eun-myeong curled himself up like a slug. If he said no here, he’d probably be beaten senseless.
“Yes….”
Eun-myeong nodded reluctantly.
“That’s the guy who brings in the drugs. He might look like a retard, but his hands are fucking fast.”
“Oooh, is that your thing, Hyung?”
The Blue Hair guy, who still had the pretty boy under his arm, asked. His eyes were gleaming with interest. He was already so drunk he could barely keep his balance, and seeing him stare at him with a flushed face was terrifying.
“This bastard has been my lackey since he was a kid.”
Calling him a retard puppet who listens well, Jjangja grabbed both of Eun-myeong’s arms and shook him violently.
“Now, I’m thinking of starting these off at one million won each.”
One million won? Eun-myeong was shocked internally. He wondered who on earth would pay that much for such a thing. Surprisingly, everyone seemed to be considering it with a thoughtful “Hmm.”
“Me.”
When the guy with the brilliant blue hair raised his hand, the atmosphere became excited.
“But I want to try feeding it to him.”
The man pointed at Eun-myeong. Eun-myeong was so surprised he stammered, “M-me?” The spark that had suddenly jumped to him was too large to handle.
“Ah, sorry about that.”
Jjangja bowed his head with his hands pressed together.
“He’s not an Omega, so the estrus inducer won’t work on him.”
“Huh, really? He looks exactly like an Omega. To think there are Betas who look like that, what a fucking waste,” the comments flowed into his ears like swarming maggots.
“I don’t mind, though.”
Blue Hair stood up abruptly. Pushing the pretty boy aside, he strode over and pressed his body close to Eun-myeong, hands in his pockets.
“I mean, frankly, if you can make a Beta leak, doesn’t that just prove the drug is fucking amazing?”
He leaned in, staring into Eun-myeong’s eyes as if inspecting his commercial value. His eyes were unfocused, as if he had lost his mind.
“I’ll pay a million for this.”
At the words that followed, Eun-myeong’s eyelids drooped involuntarily. Soon, the house was filled with the sound of cheering.
As the party reached its peak, Eun-myeong was instead withering away like an old piece of pickled kimchi.