By Zephyria 
Noona still hadn’t been found, not even a single strand of her hair. While her absence felt like a thorn embedded in his eye, the CEO was also missing. It was only natural that the employees were sensing something strange.
“No, so Eun-joo…”
Eun-myeong’s footsteps came to a sudden halt at the threshold. He had definitely just heard Noona’s name in the kitchen. He squeezed his clenched fists tight. In both hands, he held pots of spicy fish stew left over by customers.
“Did she run away and abandon her brother?”
Eun-myeong’s gaze dropped. His long eyelashes trembled. He locked eyes with a cold, dead fish head. The lifeless pupil looked eerie, yet somehow sorrowful.
“Don’t even get me started. That house is already over 300 million won in debt… I’d run away too if I were her.”
His cheeks, where orange-colored freckles were neatly dotted, sagged.
“They aren’t even real siblings.”
The more he heard, the more it felt like his heart was being poked by a toothpick. He didn’t want to keep listening to this. Eun-myeong set the cold pots down under the counter. Then, he stealthily slipped away into his cramped room.
“……”
It was long past lunchtime. He should have taken advantage of the lull in customers to fill his stomach, but Eun-myeong couldn’t eat a thing. It felt as if a thorn were stuck in his throat. His chest felt tight as if he had indigestion, and he felt a surge of nausea.
Gulp, gulp…
In the end, he filled his starving stomach with bottled water. Gulp, gulp, his thin belly swelled. The ribbon of the apron tied around his waist stretched taut.
“…Haa.”
He rubbed the corners of his damp mouth with the back of his hand. He felt disgusted with himself for stubbornly crawling back to the sashimi restaurant just to earn money in the midst of all this. Just thinking about it made him feel a surge of nausea, as if he were about to vomit.
The CEO might be dead, but his son, Jjangja, remained. Surely, when the end of the month came, he would come chasing after him again to pay back the debt. …Did Jjangja know? That the CEO was dead.
His daily life had long since been twisted. As he tried clumsily to keep it going, a creaking, old metallic sound emanated from the broken joints of his existence.
“Eun-myeong!”
While he was staring blankly down, Hyo-jin Noona’s voice called out from outside the door. Immediately after, the door to the cramped room swung open.
“That customer…”
From those few words, Eun-myeong immediately understood the meaning. For the several-th time, that customer who requested him every time he visited had come again. It was obvious who ‘that customer’ referred to.
He slowly peeled his backside off the floor. His steps felt heavy, as if weights had been attached to his calves. Like a snail leaving a trail of slime, Eun-myeong moved outward slowly.
“Wel…,”
Welcome, he couldn’t even bring himself to utter the rest of the words, swallowing them back down his throat. It was that man. Today, the man, whose black shirt was tightly cinched by a deep blue vest, was smiling with the corners of his mouth pulled up as usual. Behind him was the bear-like thug who followed him like a shadow.
“This way, please.”
Eun-myeong led him toward the inner area where the rooms were located. He was a customer who spent hundreds of thousands of won without blinking every time he came. To the oblivious employees, he was naturally a VIP among VIPs, so it was only right to guide him to the best spot.
Even with that man, they whispered several times a day. What on earth does he do, is he really a thug, he speaks with a Seoul accent so did he just move down here for a bit…
Eun-myeong stopped in front of the Maehwa room. Slide, he opened the door covered in traditional paper. A room with a yellow mat spread across the floor came into view.
“You can sit here….”
Thump, the man entered first. Standing at 190cm, with a body so solid that not a single breath of air could fit under his shirt, the floor echoed with a heavy sound upon his entry.
With trembling hands, Eun-myeong set out the water bottle and wet wipes.
“What would you like to order?”
His tongue moved slowly, as if it had frozen. Please, get a grip, Eun-myeong comforted himself, needlessly twisting and pulling at his apron.
A brief silence followed. However, the man still didn’t even look at the menu today. He was simply staring intensely at Eun-myeong.
Eun-myeong kept his eyes fixed on the floor, fearing that their gazes might meet. The overhead light created a halo above his densely packed eyelashes.
As he meaninglessly counted the patterns on the flooring, his lower abdomen tightened with tension. Eun-myeong clenched the fists resting on his knees.
Did I drink too much water earlier? A sudden, urgent need to urinate gathered in his lower abdomen. He wanted to go to the bathroom.
“Bring whatever the Baby is good at.”
“…Yes.”
He quickly stood up. Only after closing the door behind him did he let out the breath he had been holding. His chest, small as a toilet paper roll, surged upward and then collapsed. The man’s shoes entered his field of vision.
Suddenly, something surged up in his chest, but Eun-myeong quickly moved his feet.
“One Special Deluxe, please….”
He quickly placed the order in the kitchen. Then, passing through the narrow corridor next to it, he entered the bathroom marked with a blue sign.
Click, after pushing the door shut, Eun-myeong hurriedly lifted his red apron.
Just as he was about to unzip his jeans, the door behind him swung open.
“Ah….”
His thin, protruding elbows and kneecaps shuddered. It was as if someone had tapped his prominent bones with a hammer. He only had to relieve himself and leave, but Eun-myeong stood frozen as if someone had tied him up tightly with a rope.
It was because he felt a gaze from behind. No, more than that, the problem was the violently strong scent wafting from behind his back. This, which pushed in aggressively as if poking his nose with a chopstick, was definitely a pheromone.
“……”
“……”
Inside the bathroom, which was barely a span wide. A strangely sticky silence flowed. Step, step, the sound of shoe heels scratched his highly sensitized ears. The large man entered his peripheral vision. It was a figure whose large ribcage was tightly constricted by a suit vest.
Unable to do anything, Eun-myeong just stood there staring at the tiled wall.
Swoosh, the sound of water came from the sink.
Did he come to wash his hands? I just have to wait a little until he leaves… The problem was that sound of water. Hearing the refreshing swoosh of the flowing water made the urge to urinate pull even harder at his lower abdomen.
Eun-myeong squeezed his inner thighs tightly. His soft flesh stiffened slightly, like tofu fried in a pan.
Just wait until he finishes washing his hands, just until then…
But the man remained standing in front of the mirror for a long time. He tightened the buttons of his vest once more and folded up his sleeves to reveal his watch.
Terrified, Eun-myeong looked up at him.
“What is it, Baby.”
Feeling the gaze, the man turned around. He smiled like a madman.
“Why aren’t you pissing and peeking at Mister instead?”
He swept back his hair with a large hand. A single strand of hair curled down over his rugged eyebrows.
Eun-myeong couldn’t urinate in front of others. To be precise, he couldn’t lower his pants. Despite not being an Omega, he was born with an appearance more Omega-like than anyone else, and as a result, he had been relentlessly teased since childhood.
Whenever he entered the bathroom, the classmates would always flock together to watch him. Then the urge to pee would vanish, and Eun-myeong would groan in pain from his stomach aching.
“N-no, it’s nothing….”
Eun-myeong’s face grew paler and paler. He felt as if his thighs were twisting like a boiled chicken. He took a small step. Rubbing his legs together, he stepped into the bathroom stall.
He hurriedly lifted his apron again. At this rate, he felt he would actually wet his pants. His mind was becoming bleached white, as if someone had poured white paint in front of his eyes.
But it was then. The sound of the flowing water suddenly stopped.
“……”
“……”
A chilling silence, like death, flowed through the bathroom. Eun-myeong froze completely. His neck flushed red with shame. He hoped to hear the footsteps of the man leaving, but that didn’t happen. The bathroom became so quiet that one could hear the sound of an ant passing by.
Why is he doing this? It’s as if he’s trying to hear me pee. Eun-myeong wanted to bolt out of the bathroom, but he had no choice but to urinate in the silence.
…Soon, the sound of trickle, trickle echoed.
His head throbbed and hurt as if he had a severe fever. He was so embarrassed and ashamed that his face flushed bright red.
He flushed the toilet lever and stepped out, his entire body crimson. The man was standing by the mirror. He watched Eun-myeong with his index finger pressed to his lips. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
“Since he’s an Omega brat, he sits.”
He ripped a paper towel as if grabbing someone’s hair and wiped his large hand, which was practically a weapon. His back bulged as if angry, and his arm muscles pushed fiercely against the shirt.
“I guess he pisses while tucking his dick between his thighs.”
Eun-myeong stared blankly at the man, shocked by the words. What did I just hear…? Then, he slowly shook his head. His fine hair framed his softly reddened face.
“I didn’t… sit to pee. And I’m n-not an Omega.”
He was more terrified than death to contradict the man, but it would be a disaster if the man continued to misunderstand him as an Omega. What if he tried to sell him off…
“You stood up, but the stream was that pathetic?”
While Eun-myeong’s shoulders were trembling, the man let out a smirk. Step, step, he gradually approached. Eun-myeong bit his lower lip as the shadow over him grew larger.
Standing right in front of him, the man’s chest heaved. His massive ribcage, like an overturned drum, expanded menacingly. It seemed he was smelling Eun-myeong’s pheromones.
“You reek of milk this much and you say you’re not an Omega?”
The fishy smile was utterly vile. There wasn’t a shred of laughter in his eyes, and the gap between that and the corners of his mouth only made Eun-myeong’s spine chill.
“Really….”
Eun-myeong shook his head. He had pheromones emanating from him and he could smell others’ pheromones himself, but regardless of what anyone said, Eun-myeong’s secondary gender was Beta. He tried to speak again, but the man’s low voice cut him off.
“Baby.”
The shadow of the approaching man cast over Eun-myeong’s face. A dark shade pooled in Eun-myeong’s small, concave philtrum.
“Did you find Noona?”
His eyes stung. Like someone possessed, Eun-myeong blankly shook his head.
“No….”
“If you can’t find Lee Eun-joo, you’re the one who pays the price.”
The back of the man’s hand brushed Eun-myeong’s cheek. Under the light, the standing peach fuzz shimmered one by one.
“Once your hole is stretched out as much as it can be, you’ll have to live in a diaper later….”
By then, you won’t even be able to aim and you’ll just leak piss and shit everywhere. The man’s hand, trailing off, tapped Eun-myeong’s cheek.
“What are you going to do when perverts go crazy wanting to piss on Baby’s face, huh?”
The tip of Eun-myeong’s nose turned red. His stomach, having let go of the water he had forced into it, became thin as a sheet of paper again, panting.