Chapter 1: Mr. Song Rik
"Can I fuck you?"
The bartender looked up in disbelief at the absurdly pretty and red faced man. He was wearing stylish clothes but not quite appropriate for a bar.
He had a collar around his neck.
The bartender signed with annoyance and passed a couple of pills on the counter next to the pretty man’s drinks.
"Please, take some inhibitors and don’t cause problems for others."
"I’m Jang Song-rik."
The pretty man said. A faint scent of chocolate filled the air as couple of bulky looking men glanced in their direction with interest.
"Mr. Song-rik. I would have to ask you to kindly leave. You seem like you’re drunk and going into heat."
The bartender said with annoyance. He has had a pretty shitty day as it is.
"I’m stripping right here if you don’t let me fuck you." Came from the very much ’omega’ Mr. Song-rik.
"And how’s that my problem?" The bartender snapped at the man.
Song-rik looked kind of amazed and then fell forehead first on the counter. A strong chocolate smell started oozing out from underneath his collar.
The bartender pinched his nose with a slight blush and discomfort.
He looked around, a couple of alphas were already waiting for a chance to pounce at him.
"Doha, what with this guy?"
A cute looking guy came running and clung the bartender’s arm. He looked curiously at Song-rik.
"He’s drunk and probably going into heat."
Doha said.
"Hmm... Chocolate... And he’s kinda pretty too," the cute guy said, coyly. "Can I take a go at him?"
"Yohan. No." Doha said as he looked at Song-rik. "He’s a customer... and... "
"And what?" Yohan asked.
"Nothing. I know him. I’ll take him home so take care of the rest of my shift," Doha said, taking off his bartender uniform apron.
He hopped over the counter and picked up Song-rik, like a sack of potatoes.
He then quietly left the bar with the omega as others watched.
"Are you going to let me fuck you?" Song-rik asked as he gripped Doha’s butt.
Doha flinched.
Ha...
"It’s about time you accepted you’re an omega, Song-rik," Doha said.
"But I’m not!" Song-rik pleaded.
A stronger chocolate scent burned through Doha’s and made him weak on the legs.
But he was just a few feet away from his apartment. He just needed to open the door, throw the fucking omega in and lock it.
But you might ask, why Yeon Doha would do something like that?
The answer was simple.
Because this was a web novel written by his younger sister.
’The Forgotten Flower’
And it was a fucking bl tragedy.
The main character, Jang Song-rik, was a beta his entire life.
He developed a fetish of fucking alphas on the back after his fling with his high school crush - an alpha.
It was all good and nice until --
Today when he first manifested as an omega while drinking in the middle of a bar.
As per his habit, Song-rik hit on an alpha.
But instead of fucking, he got fucked.
Because he was in a heat.
And he got marked and pregnant...
By a trash alpha who basically pumped and dumped him...
And that trash alpha is Yeon Doha.
The bartender of the said bar.
Then he forgot what happened that night.
After that, he basically got cut off by his family for getting pregnant without marriage and not even knowing the dad.
Then he gave birth alone in a slum dump because he couldn’t find any job.
He was hopeful for raising the child but finding a job as an omega was difficult.
Then he got raped by a slum alpha after suddenly going into heat and not being able to afford suppressants.
He then decided to sell his body for money and become a prostitute.
He then got caught by a trafficking unit and finally met the love of his life. The mafia leader of the trafficking unit.
Oh Ryujin.
And of course they tracked down the kid’s dad and fucked him over.
Fucked Yeon Doha over, to be exact.
This novel was basically a down in the dumps breakup cope up mechanism for his sister.
And he had transmigrated into the body of the very trash alpha, Yeon Doha.
He reached the door and flung open the door. He threw the sack of potatoes... Song-rik into his apartment and closed the door shut.
He locked that shit and threw the key in from under the door which had a gap in the corner.
When the heat is over, Song-rik would come out on his own.
He collapsed in front of the door. Doha looked down at his hard on and suddenly felt the chocolate scent oozing out from under the door.
He felt his reason shake for a bit, then he remembered Yeon Doha’s fate in the novel.
Doha’s dick was chopped off by Oh Ryujin and he was sold off as a prostitute.
Basically, he was put through the same misery he caused Song-rik.
But this ’new’ Doha had no intentions of meeting that fate.
He just wanted to let Song-rik and Ryujin meet and see them hit it off.
Then maybe he could escape that wretched novel.
Not that he had any hopes now. He had been stuck inside the novel for three years now.
And the main story had just begun.
Doha could only hope for the best and wait it out without getting much involved.
Doha fell asleep outside his door which slowly opened to him snoring at the crack of the dawn.
A dazed and flushed Song-rik poked out his head and looked around.
"Damn it. My head is killing me... urgh!" He whined as his eyes met the sleeping man on the floor.
In a hazed flash, the events of the night before played out in his head.
"Hey Mr. Song-rik, you better pay me back after this entire shit is over."
He remembered the crude words this young looking alpha bartender had said to him as he hauled him over out of the taxi to his place.
He checked his clothes in a panic. He was untouched other than the back pain and a memory of being thrown in at the door.
"Did I really become an omega?"
A blush crept up Song-rik’s face as he crouched down beside Doha. He raised his hand and softly coiled a bang on his blonde head around his finger.
Burying his face into his knees, he touched Doha’s lips.
"Did you really save me, Mr. Sexy Bartender?" Song-rik said almost as a whisper.
Doha winced and whined back to sleep.
Song-rik looked at the door and the apartment number and then produced his phone out of his pocket.
"Secretary Cha, pick me up," He said, on phone. "I think I need to visit the hospital."
Song-rik looked at Doha with a slight blush once more. Then he gently brushed his finger on his eyelashes.
"Fine. I’ll pay you back."
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