Pink Flavor Omega

#135

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Eunhong changed his phone number. Jaeha, who had actually established a management company despite Eunhong thinking it was a joke, presented him with a lifetime contract and even assigned him a dedicated manager. He said this person would manage all future communications coming to Eunhong. Thus, it was recommended that he change his phone number since it had been widely exposed.

When Eunhong complained about why he was concretely pursuing such an outlandish venture, Jaeha put forward an ambitious vision of helping and sponsoring artists in challenging environments. Eunhong had no choice but to take a step back, having nothing more to say.

Whether Jaeha knew and intended it or not, because of this, Eunhong didn’t know that Woohyun had been trying to contact him countless times. He only discovered this when he accidentally checked his email’s trash folder and found Woohyun’s messages.

Woohyun, almost unrecognizable as the same person, recited his circumstances in detail and asked Eunhong for leniency. He tried to evoke Eunhong’s sympathy by saying that not only was his employment path completely blocked, but he had also put up his family home in Busan to cover legal fees. However, even if the tender-hearted Eunhong forgave what Woohyun had done to him, there was nothing he could do about the lawsuit involving Han Jung.

In fact, Eunhong had completely stopped caring about what happened to Woohyun. Even Woohyun’s tearful emails failed to move him. Despite Eunhong’s typically stubborn sentimentality, the relationship had completely burned out, having given it his all.

Moreover, the world quickly forgets about insignificant criminals. After some time passed, it would be accurate to say that Woohyun’s information could no longer be found even if one tried. Perhaps struggling with the legal response, the last news Eunhong heard was that Woohyun’s mother had tried to grab his own mother’s hair.

His mother boasted that she hadn’t just stood there and taken it, but Eunhong and Jaeha only felt relieved after going down to Busan to verify with their own eyes that she wasn’t injured. In the process, Jaeha made his mother move again—to a higher, more spacious place. Using Eunhong’s newfound fame as a justification that left no room for refusal, his mother squeezed her eyes shut and accepted.

It briefly became a topic of discussion when someone persistently investigated Woohyun’s background and exposed it online. Posts compiling messages written from the same email addresses or IPs circulated across various communities. As it turned out, Woohyun had a history of stalking Eunhong for a long time and leaving malicious comments. However, even this couldn’t hold people’s attention for long, and Woohyun was completely forgotten.

Only Eunhong, as the person involved, remained curious, wondering if Jaeha might have been the one who uncovered it all. When he asked again, Jaeha merely deflected by saying “justice is alive.”

Those who had seized the opportunity to speak out in opposition to Han Jung had all disappeared, and as media interest waned, the season was already at the tail end of spring. The cool morning and evening breezes had completely disappeared, giving way to full warmth, with light sweat beginning to form on skin during midday. Truly, warm days had arrived.

“Wow, what’s all this? Insane!”

This was Eunhong’s first reaction upon returning to the house where he had first started living with Jaeha. His voice rose involuntarily.

“This hasn’t even been released yet! Crazy! Lee Jaeha, you’re crazy!”

Eunhong screamed upon seeing N company’s new console gaming system, not yet officially launched, all set up in the room. Even the peripherals and accessories were perfectly arranged.

Additionally, the software for all the gaming consoles Eunhong had enjoyed playing with filled an entire bookshelf on one wall, as if Jaeha had swept up everything with his eyes closed. He had created a room that Eunhong wouldn’t want to leave for a month if he had food. It was literally a heaven that a dedicated fan would want to go to after death.

“Bunhong should use prettier words.”

After Eunhong cursed multiple times, Jaeha muttered, “baby,” and approached to embrace him. He kissed the back of Eunhong’s ear with a smacking sound, while his hands gently caressed Eunhong’s stomach.

“Ah, I told you nothing has formed yet.”

“Still, just in case.”

His face easily flushed, and the atmosphere quickly turned strange. They needed to unpack, but with hands slipping under his clothes, Eunhong could barely keep his senses. The hands that had been fiddling with his waist under his lifted T-shirt moved to the front and slipped into his pants.

Eunhong, startled, slapped the back of Jaeha’s hand. He was so surprised that he couldn’t control his strength, making a slapping sound. There were still household staff organizing the house outside the room.

“Cra-zy, please control yourself.”

“But your pheromones are the embodiment of desire, Bunhong?”

Though he no longer wore a watch that would make a sound, it felt like there was a beeping noise coming from his ear canal. Eunhong glared as he pushed Jaeha’s back and stepped out of the room.

Despite being away for only about three months, the house felt unfamiliar and new. Perhaps it was because the furniture had been completely changed. The people employed by Jaeha were efficiently placing clothes and items from the Hannam-dong house in their appropriate spots.

A newly ordered display cabinet was filled with Eunhong’s project mementos. The 100 million won prize check from the competition was also framed and displayed. Photos of the two of them were placed in frames, and family photos were set up here and there. As belongings that had been separated into individual rooms were now mixed and decorated throughout the house, it truly felt like a home they shared.

Around the time all the household staff had left and the house became quiet, Jaeha brought a large frame that had been standing against one wall. When he tore off the kraft paper covering, Eunhong’s eyes widened. It was his picture that had won the competition.

“Didn’t you say it would be put up for auction?”

Despite Han Jung clearing up all suspicions related to the competition, they had decided to hold a new competition in consideration of public opinion. Eunhong had heard through Secretary Kim that his winning piece would be auctioned off, with all proceeds donated to students studying art.

He had been told that the auction price had soared quite high because the corporate heir’s love story was attached to the picture. The identity of the person who had won the fierce competition to purchase it was said to be confidential.

“Yes, it was sold. Quite expensively.”

“Ah, so you’re delivering it?”

Jaeha exhaled empty air and laughed heartily. Your obliviousness and cluelessness are part of your charm. Jaeha, winking one eye, measured the living room wall and hung Eunhong’s picture in the most visible spot.

“I bought it.”

Eunhong’s face immediately turned red.

“Stop wasting money. Seriously.”

“I told you to use pretty words. Baby.”

Jaeha firmly embraced Eunhong, whose face had turned tomato-red up to the top of his forehead. He showered him with kisses and even bared his teeth against the round forehead, but it wasn’t enough. He held Eunhong’s waist to prevent him from escaping and looked down at him.

What should I do, you’re really so beautiful.

Jaeha spun around the living room with Eunhong in his arms, as if dancing a waltz. Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, he said:

“Maybe we should have bought a new house somewhere else?”

Eunhong frowned. He wondered what Jaeha was going to say this time. Still, asking about it was their long-standing rule.

“Why?”

“Well…”

Uncharacteristically, Jaeha hummed and delayed his answer, his face turning subtly red. Slightly avoiding Eunhong’s gaze, he said sheepishly:

“Because it’s our newlywed home?”

Ugh, Eunhong’s face contorted. He really never developed immunity to such remarks, no matter how often he experienced them. He tried to push Jaeha away in disgust, but failed when their lips collided. As their tongues intertwined and the sensitive membranes were stimulated, his breath immediately quickened, and strength drained from his limbs.

After receiving Jaeha’s tongue, which came to him until his waist was fully arched back, they looked at each other with the same gaze when they slightly separated. Eunhong caressed Jaeha’s cheeks with both hands. He examined Jaeha’s face thoroughly, rolling his eyes. From his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, his eyes, cheeks, lips… not a single part was missing.

“Why, what are you curious about now, Bunhong, do you have something to say?”

Eunhong slightly frowned and then blurted out what spontaneously came to mind.

“When is your rut?”

“What?”

“I said I’m curious about your rut.”

Jaeha suddenly released his hands from Eunhong’s waist, causing him to fall on his bottom with a thud.

“Ouch… Hey, my spine is going to break.”

He raised his eyes to make a harsh protest, but seeing Jaeha’s reddened skin, he couldn’t say anything. Jaeha gradually turned red from his neck to his ears, and eventually his forehead was tinged red. As if embarrassed by his own reaction, he wrinkled his nose and asked in a disgruntled tone:

“Why are you curious about that…?”

“You don’t have to suffer through rut anymore, right?”

Eunhong bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter. Jaeha’s expression, scrunching his face and narrowing his eyes, was cute. Though he was someone who easily said embarrassing things, there were strangely a few points he found difficult to endure. Eunhong quickly got up when he saw Jaeha moving toward the kitchen as if escaping.

“No, whyyy— Tell me.”

I need to take leave in advance. Jaeha? Hmm? We’ve done everything else, so why are you being shy— why— I know about my heat, so why won’t you tell me about your rut, whyyy— Eunhong continued to follow Jaeha with small steps, grinning.

The spring sunlight brightened the living room and followed the two of them at length. As if only bright and happy things remained ahead.

The End.

“Pink Flavor Omega” Complete.