Chapter 80: Because He’s an Omega
by Gideon“I doubt they’ll even call. You saw the director’s face. He was adamant.”
Jubin casually adjusted his watch with one hand.
“I can see why Do Zion recommended you so strongly. You’re a truly talented actor. Let’s meet again.”
More than anything, Zion was pleased that he had been recommended as the opposite lead, yet he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
“If they do call, let’s think of something other than suppressants.”
“There’s no other way.”
It wasn’t as if he could ask Do Zion to add a chip to his own body in reverse.
“Don’t worry. I really don’t think they’ll call.”
“By the way, was it really that great to finally meet Andrew?”
When you’ve known someone for a long time, hiding your emotions is a losing battle. It’s only a matter of time before they figure it out.
“Was it that obvious? I tried my best to hide it.”
“Andrew Jin probably didn’t notice, though.”
CEO Moon Woo-jin looked visibly pleased, as if that were the only thing that truly mattered.
“Don’t be too heartbroken if you don’t hear back about the open casting.”
“Oh, please. Who’s talking to whom…”
Andrew Jin had said he respected Jubin’s wishes, but he hadn’t promised him a chance to audition.
That meeting was probably my first and last shot.
Jubin felt a pang of regret over his choice, but no remorse. That was enough.
“By the way, I’m worried about Do Zion.”
Jubin looked at him, confused.
“…What about Zion?”
“He’s the type who struggles to act with someone he doesn’t genuinely feel for. I’m worried he’ll get flak for his performance in Iconic Mood.”
CEO Moon Woo-jin sighed softly as he added, “CEO Park mentioned that Zion might find it hard to overcome this on his own. He even said he’s scared of filming a romance.”
Zion? The ever-confident Zion is scared?
I remembered the feeling of hitting a wall—the despair of knowing I’d never get back up, the helplessness of feeling like nothing I did mattered.
As time passed, the anxiety and anger from things not going my way had built up, until I finally turned that arrow on myself.
Jubin had agonized dozens of times, drowning in self-loathing and disappointment, wondering whether to push forward or change direction. Ultimately, he had resigned himself to giving up on acting, concluding that he simply couldn’t go any further.
What if Zion is going through the same thing I did? What if he’s on the verge of burnout?
His heart sank.
He couldn’t let Zion suffer through the same agonizing pain he had endured.
“Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have turned him down…” The regret spilled from Jubin’s lips immediately.
CEO Moon Woo-jin, startled by Jubin’s sudden remark, fumbled with the steering wheel, unsure of where to turn.
“What? What now? Should I turn the car around? Do you want to go beg Andrew on your knees with me?”
“No, it’s nothing. I was just thinking out loud…”
Regret came too late.
“Thank you for the ride.”
Jubin bowed politely to CEO Moon Woo-jin before stepping out of the car.
“Next time, I’ll just drop you off at your apartment. Why bother getting out at the office?”
“You’re busy, sir.”
“I’d rather you worry more about your own health.”
Jubin had always prided himself on his health and self-care, confident in the image of strength it projected. But after his recent string of fainting spells—even minor ones—CEO Moon Woo-jin seemed convinced it wasn’t just a temporary slump, but a symptom of a much larger problem.
“I’m really fine,” Jubin replied, his voice brighter than usual. He couldn’t afford to lose the man’s trust. “I’ll head inside now. Drive safely.”
“Alright. You worked hard today.”
As soon as I got home, I went straight into the shower.
I absentmindedly rubbed the back of my neck. Zion’s mark had vanished without a trace.
What a shame…
I’d already drained my entire day’s quota of social energy.
After a quick shower, I burrowed into my cozy blankets. After all, this was the happiest place, the only place I could truly let my guard down.
Turning my head, I saw the cigarette pack Do Zion had covered in stickers, resting on a small tray on my desk.
Beside it lay the Director Andrew Jin merchandise he’d given me long ago, and a note with SUB Entertainment’s phone number, both carefully placed.
Oh, right. My watch.
I set my watch on the tray, and all the tokens of Zion’s affection were now gathered in one place.
He was on his mind constantly—practicing his lines, eating, showering, brushing his teeth, sipping milk tea, passing by the convenience store… and a thousand other moments in between.
He couldn’t stop thinking about him, even with every breath he took. Just the thought of Do Zion made his heart race all day long.
Jubin checked his phone again, even though it hadn’t buzzed.
Maybe Zion had contacted me while I wasn’t looking.
“This is serious… I’m a total goner,” he muttered.
Jubin carefully tucked the items he’d gathered on the tray into a drawer.
Maybe I’ll feel better if I can’t see them.
“Hah, what a waste…”
A bitter smile touched his lips at his own futile struggle.
He knew he was the type to fall hard and fast, his emotions igniting at the slightest spark and spreading like wildfire. And since Zion had even saved his life… how could his feelings not be this deep?
Raindrops began to drum against the windowpane. The weather had been gloomy all day, and now it was finally pouring.
The sound grew louder, shattering the silence of the room.
I hated this noise.
The sensation of sound occupying the entire space was utterly repulsive. External stimuli like this only drained my already depleted inner energy. The rain had become a trigger, dredging up Jubin’s accumulated depression, anxiety, and exhaustion.
There was a simple way to escape this feeling.
Go out right now, find a bar, grab anyone, and lose myself in a night of debauchery until the rain stopped.
The aftermath? I didn’t care anymore. I’d lost the ability to think rationally a long time ago.
Ever since Zion left—no, ever since he’d marked me—I’ve been completely overloaded.
Just as I was about to change and head out, the memory of Zion, hidden away in a drawer, stopped me in my tracks.
Sunbae.
If he’d just call my name in that sweet, low voice of his, I’d run back to him this instant.
Jubin picked up the e-cigarette and pressed the button. A faint scent, so similar to Zion’s pheromones, wafted out with a distinct vibration.
“No…”
He turned it off and set it down irritably. His body craved Do Zion.
Going out now and trying to find anyone else would only deepen his despair. The only scent that could ever make his heart race was that rich, deep fragrance of sweet osmanthus.
Just imagining him beside her made her heart flutter.
She recalled the feel of his strong, long arms holding her, his slender fingers melting her core, his broad shoulders, and the thick cock that had satisfied her every desire. The memory of it relentlessly hitting her sweet spot made her feel like she could do it now.
Jubin hurriedly slid her hand inside her underwear.
She gripped her clit lightly, picturing him. Her movements quickly became more frantic. Have I been holding back too much lately? She reached climax in no time, but the feeling was hollow. The peak of her arousal plummeted, leaving her utterly unsatisfied.
“This isn’t it…”
Until now, Jubin had rarely felt lonely in his body.
His pleasing looks made it easy to connect with anyone, and he’d always been able to satisfy his urges with a quick masturbatory session whenever the mood struck.
But today, a simple release wasn’t enough.
The answer came to him easily.
Because I’m an Omega.
Jubin swallowed hard, stepped back, and pulled his pants down to his ankles.
He perched on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, and leaned his upper body back halfway as he reached down between his thighs.
The entrance was already slick, drenched in the fluid that had leaked out.
This is it. Jubin forced his finger into the tightly puckered opening for the first time.
“Hah…”
He had rarely had a reason to acknowledge his status as an Omega, so he had never pleasured himself this way before. The sensation was stranger and more alien than he had expected.
Though his fingers weren’t as long and slender as Zion’s, preventing him from reaching the spot he craved, he skillfully tightened the folds around them, stimulating himself.
The folds that had swallowed his fingers continuously leaked a slick fluid.
To think I’ve become this pathetic just by thinking of Do Zion…
A self-deprecating laugh escaped him.
What does it matter? In this space, where no one can see, I can indulge in these lewd fantasies of Zion taking me. It’s not like I’m hurting anyone.
His cock was fully erect with arousal.
Jubin tightened his lower abdomen and slid another finger inside. His inner walls twitched, clinging to his fingers.
“…Hah,”
He wanted to reach deeper, but no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t easy. He felt a pang of resentment toward the doctor who had told him his internal canal was longer than other Omegas’.
He wished his own hand were a little thinner and longer, just like Zion’s.
“Sunbae, you like it here too, don’t you?”
At the thought of Zion’s voice, a fresh gush of slick flooded his inner walls.
“Yes, I do…”
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