And then I opened the contacts list. I diligently moved my finger up and down, checking the numbers, but quickly gave up. There were so many saved numbers that I couldn’t even see the end of the list.
I decided to just ask Do Jihoon.
“Doji. What happened with that guy? That shitty omega who marked you.”
“Ha Min-young?”
“Yeah. Him. If you still have his number saved in your phone, you’re dead.”
“…I do.”
“…What did you just say?”
“I still have the number. We’re in the same department, so we run into each other sometimes.”
The satisfied feeling I’d had just moments ago suddenly plummeted. I stuck out my lips and glared at him.
“…You’re suspicious.”
“What is?”
“You’ve got something going on with Ha Min-young, don’t you? Be honest. Even when you said he marked you before, you acted so indifferent. Did you already switch to another omega…?”
My voice gradually rose in a crescendo. Do Jihoon looked at me with a face twisted up like someone who had just discovered two praying mantises mating.
“Let’s stop talking nonsense.”
“Ah, fine. But I don’t like you being around Ha Min-young.”
“First, let me make this clear.”
“What?”
“I don’t have any feelings for Ha Min-young whatsoever.”
Do Jihoon stiffened his face and declared it to me firmly.
“Really?”
“Really. And the reason I didn’t say much about the marking is because it was already something that had passed.”
“What does that—”
“Anger is an emotion that only comes when you have expectations of someone. I don’t have that level of expectation for Ha Min-young.”
Damn, he was eloquent. Looking straight at me, Do Jihoon continued.
“And the one I like is you, Yuri. Turning my eyes toward another omega? Don’t say things like that carelessly. It hurts and makes me angry.”
His pheromones were actually flickering rather unstably. I felt sorry. It felt like I’d just picked a fight with him because I’d been thinking about the original novel.
“Okay. I’m sorry for talking carelessly.”
But I had definitely been annoyed back then! So it wasn’t completely picking a fight for no reason. I snorted through my nose.
“So, Doji. How did you save Ha Min-young’s name?”
“21 Ha Min-young.”
“Good. I like how formal that is.”
“I’m glad.”
Talking about contacts suddenly made me curious about how my own name was saved.
“Doji, what about me?”
Do Jihoon looked at me in confusion.
“How did you save my name?”
He answered calmly.
“Yeon Yuri.”
“…What did you say?”
“I said I saved it as Yeon Yuri.”
“You’re not telling me you saved me with that stiff, completely affectionless last-name-plus-first-name, are you?”
“……”
Do Jihoon avoided my gaze. He moistened his lips with his tongue. Maybe his throat was dry.
This bastard was serious.
I aggressively searched for “Yeon Yuri” in his contacts. And damn it—there it was. Yeon Yuri. A wave of disappointment crashed over me.
“I saved our Doji as heart My Doji heart.”
I showed Do Jihoon my contact list. The screen was filled with ♡My Doji♡. Do Jihoon stayed silent.
“Alright. I’ll give you one last chance for redemption. Think of a name to save.”
“……”
“How about heart My Boyfriend heart?”
Do Jihoon’s expression rotted instantly. That clearly meant no. I could’ve forced it and pushed for heart My Boyfriend heart, but I didn’t want to save him under a name he hated. I decided to give Do Jihoon a little more time.
“…Let’s go with Our Yuri.”
“Hmm. That’s a little weak. How about My Yuri?”
“…Fine. Let’s go with that.”
And so, the final name saved in Do Jihoon’s phone became My Yuri. It still felt a little weak, but considering it was Do Jihoon, he’d tried pretty hard. I decided to cut him some slack.
“I’m hungry… Let’s order tteokbokki!”
“Instead of ordering delivery, how about we make it at home? We still have pasta sauce left, and there are rice cakes too.”
“Oh damn. That’s pure love. Make it for me.”
Do Jihoon said okay and headed into the kitchen. I trotted right after him and sat down at the dining table beside it. If I sat here, I could watch Do Jihoon cooking in real time.
Our Doji even looked sexy while cooking. The muscles beneath his black T-shirt flexed. Every time he moved his arms, the muscles shifted and wriggled…
It was seriously cute and sexy at the same time.
I really want to touch them.
I was a slave to my desires. My baby was right in front of me—was there any reason to restrain myself? My answer was no.
I got up from my seat and walked over to Do Jihoon. He was focused only on the frying pan. Seriously, once he starts concentrating, he doesn’t notice anything around him.
I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Do Jihoon’s body flinched in surprise.
“…Yuri. You startled me.”
“You were startled? Sorry, sorry.”
I rubbed my face all over the back of his neck. If I were as tall as Lee Daeju, I could’ve fit perfectly into Do Jihoon’s arms. That thought made me feel just a little regretful.
“It’s dangerous if you mess with me while I’m cooking. What if I’d been holding a knife?”
“I checked that you weren’t holding one before hugging you. If you had been, I wouldn’t have done it. This is all because you look too pretty when you cook. So it’s your fault.”
A breathy sound escaped Do Jihoon. When he laughed, his shoulders trembled slightly.
“Yeah. My fault.”
“Your quick admission is very satisfying.”
Chuckling together, we made the tteokbokki. The scent of rosé cream filled the air. My appetite kicked in immediately.
“Yuri. I need to transfer it to a bowl now. Can you let go of my arms?”
“Okay. Then I’ll take out the water and utensils!”
“Alright.”
We finished preparing our parts and sat across from each other at the table. Holding my spoon, I said “Thanks for the meal” and popped a piece of tteokbokki straight into my mouth.
“Like I said, it’s delicious. Our Doji can do anything.”
“That’s obvious.”
“…Except for having a slightly lacking personality. Otherwise, you’re perfect.”
I stuffed the rosé tteokbokki into my mouth in big bites. As usual, Do Jihoon watched me with amazement.
“The fact that all this food fits inside your stomach surprises me every single time.”
“Same here.”
But in reality, I couldn’t eat that much flour-based food. I got full quickly. Once, I ate three servings of pasta and then drank water afterward—only to experience the miracle of the noodles swelling up and nearly bursting in my stomach. After that, I vowed to never eat more than two servings of flour-based food again.
Seriously felt like my stomach was going to explode.
The food disappeared in no time. Carrying my empty bowl, I headed to the sink.
Dishwashing was my responsibility. I put on rubber gloves and squeezed dish soap onto the sponge. I wanted to buy a dishwasher, but there wasn’t really any space to put one. And since we didn’t cook at home that often anyway, we’d just agreed to wash the dishes ourselves.
“Jinjinjara jirijirija~ Jinjinjara jirijirija~.”
I swayed my body like a tadpole while singing a trot song. It was such a perfect song choice that it could probably revive the faint spirit of the nation itself. After all, the golden rule when washing dishes was trot music.
I’d been humming and washing dishes for a while when I suddenly wondered where Do Jihoon had gone. Usually, after we finished eating, he would head to his room to do his own thing.
But the faint pheromone scent tickling my nose—
It was unmistakably Do Jihoon’s.
My head trembled slightly as I turned it in embarrassment to check where he was. Do Jihoon was still sitting at the dining table, resting his chin on his hand while watching me.
Frozen stiff, I asked him,
“…You didn’t leave?”
“Yeah.”
“……”
It was embarrassing. Maybe because I’d been caught acting ridiculous by myself. My face burned hot with shame. I quickly turned my head back and started moving my hands faster.
But then, suddenly, he strode toward me. Do Jihoon’s pheromones grew closer and closer. Just as I was about to turn my head in confusion—
Do Jihoon wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“…? What’s this?”
“I get it now. So this is how it felt.”
“What are you talking about?”
A solid weight pressed against my back. Doji rubbed his face against the back of my head. Damn. What if my scalp smelled? I did wash this morning, but still. Isn’t that weird scalp smell basically a lifelong companion?
“Doji. My hair doesn’t smell, right?”
“I only smell your pheromones and your shampoo.”
“Thank god.”
I finished the dishes while swaying my body again. Do Jihoon matched my rhythm and swayed with me. The two of us rocked gently together, pressed close.
His arms felt warm and nice. The faintly tightening hold was reassuring and satisfying. The warm pheromones surrounding my body felt good too.
When I finished washing the dishes, I turned around.
Then I lifted onto my toes and pressed my lips against his.
Smack.
Our lips separated with a soft sound. Do Jihoon stared at me blankly, looking completely stunned.
Whats with the dog food!! This dopey couple making me jealous haa😩