To Byul (Omegaverse)-Chapter 125: You sound just like your whore mother

’Your younger brother, who just clocked two years old, needs a bone marrow transplant, and you’re a potential donor. For all the years I raised you, you should be able to pay back with this, as well as pay the medical bills that will cover the surgery. So, get ready.’

Having read the message, Yun-tae’s hand began to tremble in anger. He gripped his phone tightly and gnashed his teeth.

His eyes shook, horrified. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. His father, who had never once shown him care or love, his father who didn’t even try to look for him after he ran away three years ago, was now asking him to donate bone marrow to a sibling he never knew existed.

He couldn’t believe the audacity of his father’s request. The anger and resentment he had been carrying for years boiled over, and he felt his face burning with rage.

"What... just what is the meaning of this?" He asked over his gnashed teeth.

He had a child and... He was asking for a bone marrow transplant?

He was asking him to pay back for being raised? In the first place, did he even raise him properly? Did he ever look at him warmly?

Yun-tae had nothing but bad memories from his time as a child with his father. There was no day he had seen him smile warmly.

There were many times when his father wouldn’t even be bothered to feed him, so he had to take care of his own meals on his own. He raised himself.

And after all of that... He was asking him to pay him back?

Then, his phone rang.

He watched his ringing phone silently with shaking eyes. The caller ID was his father.

His heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw that.

Yun-tae’s hand trembled as he hesitated to answer the call. He knew his father would only spew venom, but a part of him still held onto the hope that things might be different this time.

Maybe he could explain to him and come to a reason. They hadn’t talked to each other for three years, so maybe he had changed now that he had another child.

Maybe... He held onto that hope.

His finger moved, and he answered the call, his voice barely above a whisper. "He--"

But his father’s brisk and deep voice cut him off. "Where’s your response?" It was curt and nerve-wracking.

His father’s voice was like a blade aiming for his heart.

"I let you roam freely because I had no use for you and I certainly didn’t want to be around an Omega. Who knew what kind of scheme you would devise while you were under my roof? But now that I need you, you need to respond accordingly."

Yes, the venom was there. He... Hadn’t changed one bit.

Yun-tae bit his lip, his heart aching and his body shivering from a sudden cold.

His eyes stung as he listened to his father’s words and he clenched his fist on his thigh, biting his lip to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Why did his father’s words still have the power to hurt him so much?

"You’re not illiterate since you go to that fancy school of yours, so you should at least know proper manners. Or what do they teach you there?" his father sneered.

Yun-tae’s heart raced painfully. He wasn’t a child anymore, and he wouldn’t let his father treat him like one. He told himself this and was listening to the kind of rubbish his father usually spat at him on no end.

This was how it had been for so many years. He was used to it, and yet, it made him tremble.

Why was he trembling? He wasn’t even under his father’s control anymore. He was no longer on a leash, so... Why?

"So, you’re deciding not to answer? You plan to be an ungrateful son of a bitch, huh?"

"I don’t... owe you anything," Yun-tae said, trying to keep his voice steady even though his body was trembling.

But his father’s response was like a slap in the face.

"Tsk, look at this brat speak. You sound just like your whore mother."

Yun-tae felt like his whole world had suddenly come crashing down around him. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. How could his father say something so cruel?

The rest of the conversation was a blur as Yun-tae’s father hurled insult after insult at him.

Yun-tae’s eyes streamed with tears silently, his heart racing with pain and anger. He didn’t even know how he was still able to keep his phone on his ear with his trembling hand.

"Did you get your hands on a rich Alpha or something?" This question suddenly jotted Yun-tae out of his blur and his voice softly questioned in shock.

"What?"

"Is that why you’re sounding so arrogant and stupid? You probably spread your legs and entice powerful Alphas with that pheromones of yours. How else do you pay your tuition?"

Yun-tae was confused. So, now he was accusing him of being a whore? Just how much more was he going to say to him? How much more insult?

"I... I work!" Yun-tae said, defending himself but his father was not one to buy words. Such a stubborn mule.

"Yeah, spreading your legs should be a piece of work for the likes of you. Must be ’suuuper’ hard." His father’s sarcastic and insulting words were even more hurtful.

Yun-tae felt so much pain. What must he do?

Even if he spoke back and defended himself, his father would just twist what he said and say even more hurtful words. Why? Why was he doing this?

He cleaned his tears with his palm but they kept rolling down.

"I don’t care how many powerful people you have behind you; I’m your father; I raised you, and I have every right over you. Whatever I say is what you’ll do since I gave you the life you’re enjoying so flamboyantly while spreading your legs. So, don’t be ungrateful and get back home right away. Your brother still has a long future ahead of him so come give him your bone marrow."

"Then what about my future?" Yun-tae subconsciously yelled, attracting unwanted attention. He noticed this but it was already too late.

They were all looking at the Omega by the window, who had tears washing down his face like a waterfall.

His eyebrows narrowed and so did his eyes, his expression falling painfully as he asked, "What about my life?"

"Look at this brat, who do you think gave you your life? Did you think you naturally popped up from a cherry tree?" His father asked and Yun-tae lowered his head, his eyes streaming even more. "If you don’t want me to come find you and break your legs again, get back here before the end of the week." With that, he cut the call.

When his father finally hung up, Yun-tae collapsed forward, his hand wedging his head from falling on the table and his other hand covering his mouth.

He sobbed uncontrollably, the sounds tearing from his throat like a wounded animal but thanks to his hand covering his mouth, they were mostly muffled.

Still, he could not hide the fact that he was in pain and in tears.

The people in the shop wanted to approach but what could they even tell a crying person whose problem was unknown?

It was uncomfortable but even more so, it was painful to watch.

Yun-tae cried as the pain overwhelmed him, threatening to consume him whole. How could his father do this to him? How could he be so cruel and heartless?

As he cried, Yun-tae felt like he was reliving all the painful memories of his childhood. The loneliness, the rejection, the feeling of being unloved and unwanted.

The pain of being born.

He would’ve loathed his gender as an Omega since it had subjected him to more suffering and made him go through more than he should’ve, but there was no hate present in his heart throughout all that he had faced.

Maybe it was because he grew accustomed to it from the beginning but he never came to hate the man who made his life hell.

What he hated was that he could never break free from his chains.

He was pathetic. So pathetic.

"And here I was, thinking I had finally found happiness." He thought, his lips suddenly curling up through the tears that were streaming down so painfully.

He took out the handkerchief Woo-bin had given to him and smiled in an ironic sense. They had all been so good to him.

His school life had been so good, too, that he forgot he used to be at war with his own blood just to speak a word from his mouth.

All his efforts to be happy and forget his past, forget his pains... All of it had gone down the drain. All of it had disappeared and he was left with bitterness.

The bitter reality that he was born into.