Chapter 108
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As soon as the hotel room door closed, Do-heon’s large body pounced on Cheong-yeon.
“Ah, hah! Wait… mmm.”
He frantically kissed every bit of skin he touched—lips, chin, neck, collarbone—as if stamping them.
With the passionate foreplay beginning before they could even turn on the lights, Cheong-yeon lost his balance and swayed back and forth as Do-heon pushed against him.
Despite the darkness making it impossible to see anything, Do-heon skillfully unfastened Cheong-yeon’s buttons while driving him toward the bed.
“Haah.”
Cheong-yeon reflexively shuddered each time Do-heon’s body pressed roughly against him. The indigestion that had persisted since the restaurant made his breathing heavier and slower than usual.
Even trying to steady his breath, he felt an overwhelming tightness in his chest, as if something was completely blocking it, making him feel like he was suffocating. When Do-heon’s Alpha pheromones were added to the mix, dizziness swept over him.
“Don’t turn on the light.”
Cheong-yeon stopped Do-heon as he naturally tried to flip the switch. He feared that if the surroundings brightened, his crumbling expression would be exposed.
Deliberately taking Do-heon’s hands and placing them on his waist, Cheong-yeon whispered in an unsteady voice.
“Just do it.”
“Huh.”
Do-heon exhaled softly as he buried his face in Cheong-yeon’s neck, grazing it with his teeth. Each time he inhaled Cheong-yeon’s pheromones deeply into his lungs, a chilling sensation ran down Cheong-yeon’s spine.
“You’re not a child anymore.”
Do-heon reproached him for the innocent pheromones emanating from Cheong-yeon, which seemed out of place in such a situation. The pheromones were even so faint that they could only be detected at very close range.
“No, wait. Are you still a child?”
Cheong-yeon’s neck contracted at the mocking tone.
While Dominant Alphas like Do-heon might not understand, Recessive Omegas are easily influenced by others’ pheromones. If they perceive someone as uncomfortable or threatening, even their pheromones become unpleasant, making it difficult to stay close.
Being swayed by others’ pheromones leads to repeated situations where they can’t properly control their own—like now.
“Ah!”
Do-heon pushed Cheong-yeon down right in front of the bed. As his body fell backward, the soft, elastic mattress enveloped him.
Do-heon quickly climbed on top of Cheong-yeon and pressed their bodies together. As his face and breath came close, Cheong-yeon turned his head to avoid the kiss.
“Mmph. No…”
Though he understood it was a rejection, Do-heon persistently sought Cheong-yeon’s lips, trying to entwine their tongues. He didn’t care even when Cheong-yeon pushed him away, turning his face from side to side several times.
Becoming stubborn at the continued refusal, Do-heon grabbed Cheong-yeon’s chin to hold it in place.
“Hm.”
But the skin he touched was damp. Belatedly realizing the moisture wetting his fingertips, Do-heon loosened his grip on Cheong-yeon’s face, which he had been holding to force a kiss.
He slowly traced the contours of Cheong-yeon’s face, hidden in darkness. But Do-heon’s hand soon stopped. The face was soaking wet.
“Yoo Cheong-yeon.”
Cheong-yeon was crying silently.
“Don’t turn on the light and just do it.”
When Do-heon tried to turn on the bedside lamp, Cheong-yeon stopped him again.
His sobbing voice pierced Do-heon’s ears. With darkness blocking his vision, he could only guess Cheong-yeon’s condition from his irregular breathing, fidgeting movements, and unusually rigid pheromones.
“Look at me.”
Do-heon grasped Cheong-yeon’s chin, which was turned to the side, and spoke.
“N-no. Just do it without looking at me.”
Cheong-yeon resisted Do-heon’s stubborn demand to make eye contact, and eventually closed his eyes.
“…”
“…”
Several seconds passed in that state without any response. There was no sound.
Cheong-yeon carefully opened his tightly closed eyes, straightened his head, and looked up at Do-heon. Only the vague outline of Do-heon’s face, right above him, was dimly visible in the darkness.
Cheong-yeon bit his lower lip and swallowed a shallow breath. Despite not being able to see clearly, somehow he felt certain they were making eye contact.
After a moment, Do-heon’s frozen hand slowly traced Cheong-yeon’s wet cheek. Unlike before, his touch was careful, and this time Cheong-yeon neither turned away nor pushed his hand away.
Only the dim city lights through the window illuminated the hotel room.
With vision impaired, heightened nerves created a feeling of being more nakedly exposed and explored.
An extreme sensitivity and tension surrounded them both, as they could only detect each other’s presence through breaths dispersing in the air and subtle tremors.
Cheong-yeon lowered his gaze, feeling a chill from his nausea. The ticklish vibration of his wet, trembling eyelashes touched Do-heon’s fingertips.
“Why are you crying?”
He asked, wiping away the tears flowing down Cheong-yeon’s temples.
Cheong-yeon kept his mouth shut. Though he knew crying wouldn’t solve anything, the tears wouldn’t stop. He both wanted and didn’t want to let Do-heon know how devastated he felt inside.
Moon Do-heon would never understand such emotions. The horror of knowing you’ll inevitably be entangled, swayed by another’s wishes until exhaustion, regardless of your own state.
The misery of being forcibly tied to a relationship you want to sever. Someone as selfish as him would never understand.
“I hate you.”
“You hate me?”
Do-heon asked as if genuinely curious. His large hand gently caressed Cheong-yeon’s face, as if erasing the trails of tears.
“I despise you.”
Cheong-yeon murmured faintly in a voice locked with tears.
“I’m sick of it all.”
At that, Do-heon urgently grasped Cheong-yeon’s hands while still mounted on top of him.
“What? What exactly is so unbearable?”
“…Let go. You’re heavy.”
Cheong-yeon shifted his body, saying the position beneath him was uncomfortable.
“Tell me. We agreed to be honest.”
Do-heon pressed, referring to the contract clause about not lying.
While doing so, he loosened the pressure on their interlocked fingers, which had been so tight they seemed immovable. Simultaneously, the weight of his body on Cheong-yeon became somewhat lighter.
But it wasn’t loose enough to escape. The feeling of being restrained remained.
“I’ll let go if you tell me.”
Do-heon added, like someone whose patience was wearing thin.
Cheong-yeon closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm the churning nausea that kept stirring inside him. Do-heon’s threatening pheromones and hot breath felt so raw that waves of dizziness washed over him.
“…I hate how you always say things that hurt my pride.”
Cheong-yeon finally spoke after a long time.
“I hate how you try to control me at your whim. I hate everything—even the gifts you give as if I asked for them…”
As he spoke, Cheong-yeon became more sorrowful and swallowed his sobs.
“I hate how you make offers I can’t refuse, and I hate your threats about trying to get me pregnant by force. I hate it all. It’s all terrible and creepy.”
“…”
“Every moment with you is torturous and not enjoyable at all. I don’t even know anymore what I saw in you that made me love you.”
Cheong-yeon spoke painfully, as if forcibly pulling out words stuck in his throat.
“…Right. It must be awful.”
After a moment of silence, Do-heon quietly replied.
“But what can I do, Cheong-yeon? Even though seeing you cry makes me feel sorry for you, I still don’t feel like letting you go.”
Do-heon tightened their interlocked hands again. Cheong-yeon frowned at the pressure applied to each finger joint.
“Ugh.”
Do-heon’s dark eyes, already accustomed to the darkness, stared intently at Cheong-yeon’s white face as it distorted in a way that was pitifully desolate.
“I feel like I need to hold onto you even more tightly.”
“You bastard.”
“I just keep thinking I should bring you back to my house.”
Following the hand grip, his lower body pressed down more strongly on Cheong-yeon, constricting him. The already dizzy head throbbed under the burdensome weight.
“Urgh, you crazy bastard.”
“Even though I know you’ll hate it…”
Do-heon murmured, barely audible.
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His body felt refreshingly good, to an ominous degree. Usually on such days, the moment of waking was full of energy, but the refreshed feeling didn’t last long.
Why do I feel so refreshed?
This question would follow, and as he started to trace his memories to answer it, he would arrive at an uncomfortable conclusion.
‘Ugh… blech!’
Cheong-yeon finally recalled that he had started vomiting even before they could begin having sex yesterday.
Fortunately, he had gotten up from the bed, pushed Do-heon away, and rushed to the bathroom before retching into the toilet, but some of the regurgitated vomit had gotten on Do-heon’s clothes as he followed.
With dinner sitting heavily on his stomach and the discomfort he’d felt throughout his time with Do-heon, he collapsed on the floor after emptying his stomach. It was almost like a state of exhaustion.
His last memory was of barely brushing his teeth and changing clothes before falling asleep as if passing out.
“…”
And somehow he had remained deeply asleep until now.
Cheong-yeon cautiously opened his eyes, all his nerves on edge. The intense morning sun had already wedged through the curtains, brightening the hotel room.
With various issues already complicating the situation, he’d gone and vomited in front of Do-heon of all things. He felt uneasy, as if the debt he owed to Do-heon had increased.
At the same time, a wave of needless sorrow washed over him. How could things go so wrong, no matter what?
On top of that, he worried that Do-heon might misunderstand and think he was feigning illness.
“Are you awake?”
Just then, Do-heon’s voice was heard from outside the bed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
