By Zephyria 
Winter nights arrive early.
It was only nine o’clock, but it was pitch black outside the window, and the lights from buildings and cars illuminated the world in place of the sun.
I pushed myself up from the bed and put on the coat hanging in the closet. As I opened the hospital room door, dragging my slippers, men who looked like bodyguards stared at me with tense eyes.
Right, I did throw a bit of a fit not too long ago. It was understandable that they would look at me with such strange eyes. I understood them with a generous heart and walked out confidently to stand before the bodyguard.
“Lend me some money.”
When I spoke and abruptly held out my hand, the bodyguard’s eyes clouded with bewilderment. No matter how you look at it, I have no money, so I have no choice. As I urged him by shaking my outstretched hand up and down, the bodyguard hesitated for a moment and then took out his wallet with a reluctant face.
“Not much, just five thousand won.”
“May I ask why you need the money?”
“To buy some cigarettes. If you have any, you can just give me cigarettes instead of money.”
The bodyguard stared at my face and hesitated. He was clearly experiencing a serious internal conflict over whether it was okay to give me money to buy cigarettes.
“Never mind. This face looks too young. It’ll be troublesome if they check my ID since I have nothing. Just buy them for me. There are two of you, so one of you can run and get them quickly.”
“…”
“Why? You don’t want to run an errand? Then let’s just go together. You’re going to follow me wherever I go anyway. Let’s go together, buy some cigarettes, and have one. It must be suffocating for you guys to just stand here blankly. Let’s go have one together in friendship. Huh?”
“I do have cigarettes, but…”
“Really? Great. Then let’s go. Hurry.”
Ignoring the bodyguard’s wavering pupils, I strode forward. The bodyguards hurriedly followed behind me, and I pressed the elevator button.
“You’re working hard guarding the room all day. I’m sorry about last time. You heard, right? My mind was a bit scattered. I’ll be fine now.”
“…Ah, yes.”
“I said I’m fine. Relax.”
I cracked jokes with a friendly manner, but the atmosphere remained stiff. I wondered if they had specifically hired people with no social skills; they were incredibly rigid and made no effort to converse with me.
“How long are you told to guard the room? Is being a bodyguard your original profession? A private security firm? Isn’t it boring standing here all day? Say something. I’m the only one babbling. My mouth’s going to grow mold at this rate.”
Despite my efforts to start a conversation, they kept their mouths shut. They probably saw me as someone trying to lower their guard to create an opportunity to escape. There was a limit to rambling alone, so eventually, I had to fall silent as well.
I took the elevator down to the first floor and left the hospital building. The hospital, which had been bustling with patients and guardians, was quiet at night, and there were few people except near the funeral hall building.
“Want to smoke together?”
“We are fine.”
Is there a rule not to even speak or smoke with the person being protected? Thinking they were being incredibly picky, I snatched the cigarettes from the bodyguard as if robbing him and walked toward the smoking area.
“If you’re not going to smoke, stay here. Don’t stick right next to me while I’m smoking. I need some time to relax. I’m not running away, so stop obsessing over me.”
I wasn’t asking them to go a hundred meters away, just to stand a few steps back outside the smoking zone. They scanned the smoking area as if trying to identify a potential escape route, then eventually positioned themselves at the entrance like gatekeepers guarding the zone.
They’re really suffocating.
I sat on a bench and put a cigarette in my mouth. As I lit it and took a familiar drag, a violent cough erupted, just as it had when I first started smoking.
Did Cha Soo-kyung not smoke? My body violently rejected the nicotine. After coughing violently several times, almost as if gagging, I finally got somewhat used to it. After a couple of trials and errors, I inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled.
Phew, as I exhaled a long stream of smoke, I finally felt a sense of peace and leisure. As expected, cigarettes are the best when your chest feels tight.
I didn’t know if it was because I’d smoked since sixteen, but cancer grew in my chest, and by the time I found out, it was already too late to think about quitting. I figured I was going to die anyway, so I might as well smoke my fill before I went.
Now that I had a clean body, I had no desire to get cancer again, but smoking one occasionally when feeling suffocated wasn’t bad. If I got cancer from just this much, then this body was just defective.
I thought the kid was frail, but surprisingly, his lung capacity was good; the cigarette burned down to the filter in an instant. I flicked the butt to put it out and put another one in my mouth.
As I flicked the lighter to light the cigarette, I saw a dark silhouette a few steps away. A large mass was standing there silently, and for a moment, I was so startled I almost dropped my cigarette.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
Once I realized someone was there, my vision, adjusted to the darkness, gradually captured the figure clearly. It was a man with a large build. A black suit, a black coat, black shoes. He was dressed entirely in black; if it weren’t for the lighter’s flame, I wouldn’t have noticed him.
“Give me a sign that you’re there. I almost had a heart attack.”
“…”
It wasn’t a provocation, just acknowledging someone else in the same space, but the man simply ignored me.
Everyone who comes in and out of this hospital lacks humanity. The fact that the only person who responds properly to me is the psychiatrist made me sad.
“Want one?”
I didn’t give up and spoke to the man again. I’m not the type to be nosy or particularly sociable, but I suddenly wanted to talk to a man I’d never met in my life.
I suddenly realized that I wanted a conversation with a complete stranger who didn’t know Cha Soo-kyung. Because everyone I met after the fall accident thought of me as Cha Soo-kyung.
Even while thinking I had to live as Cha Soo-kyung, I was inwardly afraid that the existence called Min Jae-hee would disappear. I needed someone to talk to as just me, not as Cha Soo-kyung.
“I’m fine.”
The low, resonating voice was a smooth mid-to-low tone. It was like a perfect melody, without any jagged or grating notes.
If he made and sold tapes of lullabies or fairy tales with a voice like that, he’d make a fortune. Even if he got fired from a company or his business went bankrupt, he’d never have to worry about starving.
I was gradually getting used to it, but Cha Soo-kyung’s thin, high-pitched voice was still not to my liking. Because of that, I envied the man’s voice even more.
“Don’t be modest, have one. It’s not my cigarette anyway.”
I approached him, tucked a cigarette between his fingers, and held the lighter flame in front of him. In the circular space illuminated by the lighter, the man’s face was revealed.
My first thought was that he was handsome. His face had perfect proportions and perfect symmetry, without a single jagged or twisted part.
The double-lidded eyes beneath thick eyebrows gave a strong impression but weren’t excessive, and the nostrils at the end of the straight bridge of his nose were identical on both sides, as if stamped by a machine. The corners of his firmly closed mouth curled up slightly, making him look as if he were wearing a smile even when expressionless, and the slightly sunken cheeks below the cheekbones and the sharp line of his jaw spoke of his stubborn personality.
He was a man who said a lot with his face. Well, with looks like that, he had the right to speak with his face instead of his voice. If it had been a choice, I would have taken this man’s body instead of Cha Soo-kyung’s.
“Then I will not decline.”
The man put the cigarette in his mouth and slightly tilted his head, wrapping his hand around mine as I held the lighter. Shadows flickered under his downturned eyelashes. I found myself staring blankly at the grotesque yet beautiful dance of shadows.
“Are you hospitalized here?”
The man, after taking a drag and exhaling, asked me in a slow tone.
“Yeah, well. I had an accident a few days ago.”
“Accidents are always the problem.”
“Before the accident, I came because of an illness.”
Of course, it wasn’t this hospital back then, and the terminal illness had disappeared along with my dead body.
“What about you? Did you come for the funeral hall?”
As I asked, scanning the man from head to toe in his black attire, the man took a deep drag and shook his head.
“Do you know what’s on the upper floors?”
With the cigarette still between his index and middle fingers, the man raised his hand and pointed toward the upper part of the hospital.
“…The roof? Is there an outdoor party area or something?”
“I wouldn’t know that far. There are VIP rooms on the floor below the roof. They are controlled with strict security. My mother is there.”
If his mother is in a VIP room… that means he’s from an incredible family. Either he has a lot of money, a great profession, or both. Seriously, the world is so unfair. Did he really need the voice, the handsome face, and the background all to himself?
“She must be very ill. I hope she recovers quickly.”
“I don’t know how ill she is. I’ve never met her. …If she abandoned her husband and children, she should have lived a good life. It seems she didn’t.”
The man spoke in a sharp voice, flicking the half-smoked cigarette toward the ashtray.
In an instant, I felt as if an invisible force had struck me. It felt as if a giant hand had gripped my body tight so I couldn’t move, and a huge hammer had smashed my head, leaving me unable to regain my senses.
My body became so heavy and lethargic that I couldn’t even move a finger, and cold sweat poured down my back, soaking my patient gown. My vision repeatedly darkened and flashed, as if a black hole and an aurora were chaotically mixed, and my lower abdomen felt crushed, making my groin tingle as if I were about to wet myself.
Did Cha Soo-kyung have some chronic illness I didn’t know about? Feeling a sensation I’d never experienced in my life, I bent my waist, curled my body, and let out a low groan. I’d come out to smoke right in front of the hospital only to end up being carried to the emergency room.
As my fingertips trembled like a convulsion, the man beside me stood up.
The energy that had been painfully pressing down on me vanished as if it were a lie. I straightened my hunched shoulders and reflexively looked around, unable to understand what was happening.
Two hypotheses came to mind: first, that Cha Soo-kyung had a disease, and second, that I had opened my eyes and was experiencing sleep paralysis.
I’m having all sorts of strange experiences.
Completely drained, I slumped my body and caught my breath, while the man took a step closer and formed a beaming smile on his face.
“Your emotions have become intense. Were you very surprised?”
11
Is he talking about my current situation?
The man’s emotions becoming intense and my body suddenly deteriorating should have had nothing to do with each other, but the man spoke as if they were very much related.
Is he saying he intended this? Did he grab and hit me with something invisible? Was he a psychic?
Unable to close my parted lips in surprise, I could only roll my eyes, when the man reached out and gently brushed aside the hair falling over my forehead.
“So, if you knew how fucking miserable it feels, stop leaking pheromones like a typical Omega and manage yourself well. Don’t regret it after something bad happens to you.”
It felt as if he were mixing warnings and threats in a calculated manner, but I couldn’t make head or tail of what the man meant.
It was clear the man had done something to me for reasons I didn’t know, but since I didn’t know what he had done, I couldn’t exactly demand answers.
The man strode away, leaving the smoking area, and I could only stare at his retreating back with a stunned expression.
“Are you alright?”
As I finally composed myself and stumbled out of the smoking area, the security guards standing near the entrance approached and asked. It seemed my condition didn’t look great to them either.
“I’m… not feeling very well. Here, your cigarettes.”
I replied in a trembling voice, returning the remaining cigarettes to their owner.
“Smoking is not good for a patient. And the night breeze is getting stronger.”
“Yes, yes.”
That wasn’t exactly the reason, but since the phenomenon was something even I couldn’t understand, I just nodded vaguely.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Today’s session will focus on the patient getting to know himself. Please do not get agitated, and the guardian must not get angry about things the patient cannot remember. You must keep in mind that the patient’s memory is currently incomplete.”
The consultation began with the man, the doctor, and me sitting in a triangle. The man still looked displeased and dissatisfied with the situation, but he seemed to be suppressing his irritation in accordance with the doctor’s request.
“First, please have the patient tell the guardian what he knows and remembers about himself. Then, the patient may ask the guardian anything he is curious about. The guardian must answer the patient’s questions as kindly and detailedly as possible.”
Kindly and detailedly. Very favorable conditions. I nodded with satisfaction, and the man’s face crumpled even further.
“Hmm, first, my name is Cha Soo-kyung, and my blood type is A. My emotions swung back and forth like a crazy person. My personality was fucking timid. My family tried to arrange a marriage, and I was terrified and hated the idea. But I had such a fucking stifling personality that I couldn’t even say I hated it. I tried to commit suicide, but it was an attempt. I have two Hyungs; there’s an age gap and we don’t seem to get along, and both of them have shitty personalities. Something like that?”
“So you’re saying you put on a suicide show just because you didn’t want to get married?”
“Look here. A person died, and you call it a ‘show’? Is that any way to talk?”
“Now, please calm down. Still, the patient remembers more than expected. This is a very good start.”
The doctor was positive and hopeful today as well. It’s good to live life with that kind of attitude. Though it’s infuriating for the people around them.
“Before we continue the conversation, there is something we must do first. We need to establish a respectful attitude and organize the forms of address. The guardian must call the patient by his name when speaking, and the patient must use the appropriate title for the guardian. It wouldn’t be right for family members to address each other like strangers.”
The man frowned and gave a slight nod, while I pondered for a moment about what I should call him.
“You said you gave birth to me, right? This is driving me crazy. Fine, if you’re an Omega, I guess that’s possible. Though I can’t wrap my head around it. So, what am I supposed to call you? What did I originally call you? Mom? Mother?”
“Father!”
“If you’re Father, is the other parent—the hospital director—Mother? If you’re an Omega, the director must be the Alpha.”
“The director is also Father. And I’m begging you, can’t you stop with that casual speech? You need to fix that low-class way of talking first.”
“I’ll fix my way of talking in due time, so mind your own business. If you’re both Father, how am I supposed to tell you apart?”
“We are both parents, so what is there to distinguish? That is an incomprehensible question.”
“This is hard. So hard. Fine, Father. Then tell me about my beloved family. Who lives with us? I need to know who I’ll be facing if I go home right now.”
“Go where? You’re staying in the hospital until you’ve returned to your right mind.”
“What are you talking about? Are you saying I’m… crazy? I lost my memories. How do you fix that in a hospital? Right, Doctor? You say something to this stifling man who calls himself Father.”
The doctor, caught in the middle of the verbal war between the man and me, could only groan, unable to find a gap to intervene. Finally catching a timing at my prompt, the doctor cleared his throat.
“Looking at the chart, the patient has no external or internal injuries. If the only problem is unstable memory, as the patient says, returning home after discharge would be more helpful for the patient’s current state to improve.”
“I can’t take him home in such a wild, undisciplined state. What would the director say if he saw him? Just thinking about what the employees would whisper about gives me a headache.”
At the doctor’s words, the man let out a shout like a scream. The employees weren’t the problem; the man’s voice was currently giving me a headache.
“What a loving family. He’s not worried about his son who lost his memory, but he’s worried about the eyes of the employees? Since the father who birthed me is like this, I can imagine what the other family members are like. Yes, I can imagine it very clearly.”
“Please, can’t you do something about that way of speaking!”
“Stop, stop. Such an emotional attitude is not helpful to the situation at all. What did I say? I said to call the patient by his name first. And the patient should also show a more respectful attitude when speaking to the guardian.”
In this situation, attitude isn’t the problem at all. The doctor seemed to ignore the fact that an outward appearance different from one’s inner thoughts isn’t important. Just because I show a respectful attitude on the outside while swearing like a sailor in my head doesn’t mean we actually have a respectful relationship.
“Soo-kyung. You need to stay at the hospital.”
“Father, I think I should be discharged.”
See? Calling by name and saying ‘Father’ doesn’t mean a conversation is happening. We’re making completely different claims and the gap isn’t closing at all, so why does the title matter? The titles were of no help.
“Father, hurry up and tell me about the family relations. Unless you really want to see me act like a wild animal when I get home.”
At the threatening tone, the man clutched his head with a groan.
“The father who birthed me seems to be unemployed, and the other father is a great hospital director. What are my Hyungs doing? Do they work at a company? Are they married?”
“Do I have to answer these questions right now?”
“Of course. Now, please speak as kindly and detailedly as possible to the patient.”
The man turned toward the doctor as if he didn’t want to talk to me, and the doctor nodded with a quiet smile. The doctor seemed satisfied that the situation appeared, at least superficially, to have calmed down.
“This is a private matter. I do not wish to discuss my family affairs in the presence of a third party.”
“But I am the doctor in charge of the patient. I dare guarantee that whatever you say here will not leak out.”
Since the doctor went that far, the man seemed to have run out of excuses. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly spoke.
“…Before other things, I must tell you that your Grandfather is still with us. You don’t live together, but you will visit and have a meal together once a month. He is the chairman of Hosan Hospital, and he is a strict man, so if you show the same attitude as now, a thunderous scolding will follow. Your father is the director of Hosan Hospital, and I… I am not unemployed as you think, but I run an art gallery. I don’t know if you’ve seen the works exhibited in the hospital lobby, but our gallery rotates those exhibitions.”
“Wow, Grandfather is still alive. Rich old folks really do have long lifespans. Since he runs a hospital, he probably won’t die of disease. He’ll probably live until he’s shitting himself.”
“Cha Soo-kyung!”
At my mutter, the man’s face turned pale and he shouted.
“So what? It’s not like I’m insulting someone here. Fine, fine. Then, excluding Grandfather, are the two parents the only ones living at home?”
“Your two Hyungs also live there. The eldest is a surgeon; he’s married but has no children yet. The second is an internist and is not yet married. I don’t know if you remember, but those two are children from a previous marriage. I was told the previous wife died when the second child was ten because of poor health.”
“My, he really took in all the children. Maybe because there’s so much to inherit, none of them became independent. So you’re saying those humans are all swarming together in one house? No wonder I lived without any spirit, crushed by those two. They must have plenty of money, so why keep grown children around? Just thinking about it gives me a headache.”
“If you continue to show this attitude at home, the director will be displeased. Then it will be difficult for me to defend you. So if you want to go home, you must fix your attitude now.”
“No, why are you only pointing out my attitude? The family is already messed up. You say I wasn’t seriously injured, but a person still died in that accident—why haven’t I seen a single one of you visit? Is this what family is? I really can’t understand. Even the father who birthed me leaves his child to a caregiver and only shows his face occasionally, and even then, he only comes to get angry.”
“Everyone is busy with their work, so it can’t be helped. They can’t just abandon their duties and be tied only to you.”
“Even so, not coming for a single hospital visit seems wrong, doesn’t it? At this rate, I won’t even recognize my family’s faces when I go home.”
“That… I’ll bring some photos next time I come. Seeing them might bring back your memories.”
“What a great method. Learning my family’s faces through photos.”
“Then what is it you want? You’re doing nothing but complaining about everything. Do you not think that if you hadn’t done something strange like trying to commit suicide in the first place, none of this would have happened?”
“Then have you thought about why I tried to commit suicide? How stifled must a child have been to think of dying alone? If I were the parent, that’s the first thing I would have wondered. Why do you put all the blame on the child? You really are impossible to talk to. How could a child have grown up properly with this?”
“Now, the atmosphere seems to be overheating again. Let’s stop talking for a moment and all take a deep breath.”
The doctor intervened as if to mediate. At this rate, it felt like the doctor wasn’t needed at all. In fact, his constant interruptions were starting to feel annoying.
“I’m in a very calm state right now, so let’s keep talking. Cha Soo-kyung—so, I’ve learned there’s nothing wrong with my body. Are there any other illnesses? Like, cancer, or tumors, or some congenital chronic disease?”
“There are no physical illnesses, but you have depression. There is medication you were originally taking, but we’ve temporarily stopped the prescription as we don’t know how it might affect your memory. You’ll have to take the medication again once you go home.”
“Well, let’s decide on that after seeing how it goes. Since my memories flew away, it feels like the depression disappeared with them.”
“Doctor. Could you give my son some advice to take the current situation a bit more seriously? To me, it seems my son is completely thoughtless.”
“Let’s decide on that part through future consultations. Since the patient’s state has changed, we may change or discontinue the medication accordingly. Even if it doesn’t put a burden on the body, medication is not necessarily a good thing regardless. If it’s truly not needed for the patient, there may be no need to take it.”
Exactly. This time, the doctor said something helpful. I nodded deeply with a highly satisfied expression.
Honestly, even if Cha Soo-kyung suffered from depression and took medication for it, it was a medicine I had no need for now. I wasn’t depressed; on the contrary, I was in a very hopeful state, facing a new life.
“Ah, and this is a personal question. I feel like something is missing from my body. Is this congenital?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That thing. The thing I mentioned last time. …I don’t have balls. It’s not something you walk around showing off, but this is precious for a man. You’re a man too, so you’d know. How important a problem this is.”
My head already hurt just from swapping bodies with Cha Soo-kyung, and on top of that, this was one of the problems that had been making me anxious. I didn’t know if Cha Soo-kyung was born without balls or if they had to be removed due to some past accident. Regardless, for the current me, knowing the whereabouts of the missing balls was very important.
At my question, the man’s face flushed. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed, ashamed, or angry about discussing secret parts, so I stared at him intently while waiting for an answer.
“They’re not there.”
“What? They were never there? Isn’t that a huge problem? Why did people with so much money who run a hospital leave their child like this? With gender reassignment surgery being possible, couldn’t they easily make some balls?”
“They’re not there. I said they were never there! Omegas don’t have them!”
The man snapped at my rebuke about neglecting a child’s incomplete part. Not understanding the man’s answer immediately, I wore a blank expression.
“…Omegas… don’t have them?”
“Yes, they don’t. It’s normal to be born without them. So I hope we don’t talk about that part anymore.”
“Omegas don’t have balls? All of them? You don’t have them either? It’s normal not to have them?”
“Please stop… Just how much more do you intend to humiliate me?”
The man spoke as if sobbing, and after pushing the person who was my parent to the brink of tears, I turned my gaze to the doctor, still unable to comprehend the situation.
“Doctor. Is this true? Really… Omegas don’t have balls? Even if they’re Omegas, they’re still men? You’re lying, right?”
“Uh, um. …It is a fact that Omegas do not have that part. If they were born with them, that would actually be the abnormality.”
This is for real. The fact that the Omega Cha Soo-kyung has no balls, and the fact that I, who has come to live in Cha Soo-kyung’s body, must live without balls from now on, is all reality. Feeling as though something precious had been stolen, I felt an indescribable sense of loss.
“Patient, you know that you are an Omega, right? It’s not clear what you remember and what you don’t, so it seems both you and those around you are confused… Do you perhaps have no general knowledge about Omegas remaining?”
“I don’t know what ‘general knowledge’ means. For starters, the fact that I don’t have balls is shocking enough…”
“It seems you need to receive sex education again.”
Sex education at this age. Even when I lived as Min Jae-hee, I’d never had formal sex education. Isn’t that something you just pick up naturally? Having lived as a Beta for twenty years, the situation of suddenly becoming an Omega made my head ache.
This wasn’t a problem to be thought of simply.
Anxiety surged that not only the balls, but perhaps something else might be missing. I realized that I shouldn’t have just been relieved about getting rich parents and a body that wasn’t about to die.
“Come to think of it, some guy I saw yesterday seemed to tell me not to let my pheromones leak.”
“You… you’ve been walking around without any pheromone masking at all?”
“How can I mask something when I don’t even know what it is?”
“My god, then who was that Alpha you met? Where on earth did you wander to for an unknown Alpha to say such a thing to you?”
“How should I know? I just thought some guy standing next to me while I was smoking was talking nonsense.”
“What? Cigarettes? You smoked?”
“I’m an adult now, so let’s not make a fuss over smoking. If your chest feels tight, you can have a drag.”
At my nonchalant reply, the man let out a pained groan.
“How could you smoke? Do you not even think about what others would say? Don’t you think it’ll cause health problems and be bad when you have children later? Do you have no awareness that you are an Omega?”
What is this? Omegas can’t even smoke? I used to think the guys who spouted “How can a woman smoke?” were just practicing various forms of discrimination, but this is even more ridiculous. I’ve heard that discrimination against women is serious, but discrimination against Omegas is a serious problem too.
Moreover, the thought of me giving birth had obviously never crossed my mind. My god, me? Giving birth? I hadn’t even thought about making a baby, let alone having one. And in my own belly? What a ridiculous joke.
“It is true that smoking is bad for your health, but that is not what is important right now. Omegas and Alphas have pheromones that they can sense from one another, and masking them properly is a very important matter. Since this is something the guardian must pay special attention to and ensure the patient understands, please make sure not to forget to provide the patient with sex education.”
The doctor finally gave some advice that actually sounded like a doctor’s. Though to me, it was advice that felt completely devoid of reality.
“Ugh, being an Omega is really a thankless job. There are so many things they lack, and so many things they have to know. And how on earth do I mask pheromones? Do I just carry them around in my pocket?”
I said it as a joke, but the listeners didn’t find it funny at all; their stiff expressions didn’t soften. Rather, the looks they gave me were mixed with complexity, as if this were an incredibly serious situation.
“Why is everyone so serious? I can just learn that stuff as I go.”
“To be honest, this is a very serious situation. In truth, pheromones are not something you learn, but something you feel instinctively… so I am not sure if this can be taught with words. Even with sex education, there will be limits since it’s learned through text, but as you listen to the explanations, the concepts should settle, and sensing and masking pheromones won’t be difficult. Yes, it should be.”
The doctor’s voice lacked conviction. Is it really that important? I’ve lived as a Beta until now, so I’ve never thought about or tried to understand the ecology of Alphas and Omegas, but it seems like something I might have to pay a little attention to.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Everything will be fine.”
The more I expressed confidence, the stronger the distrust became on the faces of the doctor and the man. Was Cha Soo-kyung’s face really that untrustworthy?
“I told you it’s fine. I think I’ve grasped the gist of everything I need to know. Today’s consultation was great. The doctor was great, and Father was wonderful. Shall we wrap this up with a round of applause?”
Thinking I had figured out the basics, I tried to hurry things along before any more headache-inducing nagging flew my way, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, as cold stares returned to me.