I grabbed his cheeks with both hands and pulled them as I spoke.
“Aww. You’re so cute.”
“…You’re probably the only person in the world who calls me cute.”
“Really? I like that it’s only me… but that’s weird. You’re this cute—how does nobody else know?”
“……”
Do Jihoon’s face seemed to turn slightly red. That only made him look even cuter, so I kept piling it on and teasing him mercilessly.
“Being this cute and gentle. Your hyung is seriously worried someone might snatch our Doji away outside.”
“…Is that so?”
Do Jihoon bit down on his lip. For some reason, it felt like a spark suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Just as I wondered what the hell that was—whether I was imagining things—
Do Jihoon suddenly grabbed my cheek.
And then he crashed his lips against mine.
My eyes widened instantly. Do Jihoon’s eyes were open too. He parted his lips and gently licked mine. He caught my lower lip between his teeth and sucked softly, then slipped his tongue through the slight opening between my lips.
His long, thick tongue stirred through my mouth. It lightly traced along my teeth, brushed beneath my tongue. Pressing our lips closer together, he finally swept across the soft roof of my mouth.
“Mm…!”
A moan slipped out without me realizing it. Do Jihoon was staring at me like he was about to devour me. It made my calling him cute feel ridiculous—right now he looked like a savage beast.
His tongue brushed the roof of my mouth lightly, barely touching. That made it feel even better. My body jerked and trembled.
I wanted to push into Do Jihoon’s mouth too. But he was kissing me so aggressively that all I could do was respond to him. The wet sounds of our mouths moving together filled my ears.
And just like that, we stayed with our lips pressed together for a long time.
Eventually, Do Jihoon slowly pulled away.
He was smiling with satisfaction, like a lion that had just finished a feast. His full red lips glistened with saliva.
“So. Still think I’m cute, Yuri?”
“……”
It was meant as a compliment, damn it. But apparently this bastard hadn’t taken it that way. He smiled obscenely. My face burned hot. I fumbled my lips but couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Do Jihoon gently stroked my hair.
“It’s nice when you’re quiet.”
“……”
He stayed like that for quite a while. After stroking my hair to his satisfaction, Do Jihoon finally returned to the study.
Only I remained in the kitchen, standing there like a tomato that had ripened bright red.
The scene from a moment ago kept replaying in my head. His warm red lips. His long, beautiful fingers. Even the pheromones of Do Jihoon that had wrapped around my whole body.
I wanted to share this feeling with someone—anyone.
I quickly opened my phone and, with solemn sincerity, typed a KakaoTalk message.
[Somehow our Doji seems ridiculously adorable]
[Kim Bo-jin: vomiting squid emoji]
[Kim Bo-jin: damn it why are you dumping this shit on me]
It felt like I could practically hear Kim Bo-jin’s curses ringing in my ears. Of course, I didn’t care even a little.
***
Time passed quickly.
“…electrons…”
“…corruption… tens of billions…”
A nameplate reading Yeon Yuri sat on the table in front of me. I sat there quietly, letting people’s conversations pass in one ear and out the other.
Yeah. I have no idea what they’re saying.
It just felt like flashy lights were wrapping around me. It was unnecessarily luxurious. No matter where I looked, everything sparkled so much it hurt my eyes.
I looked around.
Some people were sitting and chatting at their tables, while others wandered around talking to different groups.
Who am I, and why am I sitting here?
Seriously, it was a mystery. I didn’t know anything anyway, so I couldn’t even join the conversations. It felt like sitting on a bed of thorns. Awkward as hell.
Crowded gatherings like this were uncomfortable in many ways. The mixed, messy scents of pheromones pierced through my skin. It made me feel nauseous.
Eventually I stood up and walked toward the area with the fewest people.
After settling into a corner of the hall, I sent KakaoTalk messages to Kim Bo-jin and Do Jihoon.
[Baby where are you?]
[♡My Doji♡: I’ll arrive in about 10 minutes]
Do Jihoon replied first.
[Okay I’m dying here hurry up]
And soon after, Kim Bo-jin replied too.
[Hey. Where r u?]
[Kim Bo-jin: On the way]
[I still don’t understand why I have to be here,,,]
[Kim Bo-jin: 2222222]
Looks like Kim Bo-jin was just as confused.
Inside the first-floor lounge hall, people who were probably chaebol heirs from some corporation were gathered in small groups. On the second floor sat the actual company owners.
I could still vividly remember my sister and parents’ worried expressions as they went upstairs.
Doji would arrive in ten minutes.
I let out a sigh and leaned quietly against the wall in the corner.
Then—
“…Yuri hyung?”
A voice called out to me.
I lifted my head from where I’d been looking down to see who it was.
Someone I’d never seen before.
My brows furrowed. He seemed like someone who knew the original Yeon Yuri…
Because Yeon Yuri’s destructive personality had been famous, there were practically no people at Gye-myeong High School who approached him first. Occasionally one or two would greet him, but if he ignored them once, they never tried again.
Honestly, it had been convenient—even if I felt a little bad about it.
I looked at the guy standing in front of me.
He had called me hyung. Which meant he was a minor. But he was unnecessarily well-built. I had to tilt my head up just to see his face.
Gentle eyes. Thin, slightly long hair. Overall, he had a very puppy-like look.
Like a retriever.
He stared at me, waiting for a response.
But unfortunately, I had nothing to say.
So I stayed silent.
“…Why didn’t you answer my messages?”
The high schooler’s eyes reddened.
Fuck. He’s not about to cry, is he?
I glanced around nervously. In a place this crowded? Cold sweat started prickling down my back.
Still, it felt like I should say something. If it were the original Yeon Yuri, maybe he would’ve said this.
So I opened my mouth.
“Do I know you?”
The high schooler’s face turned deathly pale.
At the same time, the color drained from my own face too. That had apparently been a terrible choice. His gloomy emotions poured out clearly through the peach-scented pheromones.
“…You could’ve contacted me at least once. The moment the college entrance exam ended, you disappeared like you didn’t exist…”
My mouth fell open slightly.
This bastard was filming his own drama all by himself.
It was awkward whether I responded or not.
Judging from the pheromone scent, he was an alpha. I guessed he was probably one of the alphas entangled with Yeon Yuri.
Maybe it was because he was the original novel’s supporting sub-character. Or maybe because he was a dominant omega.
But alphas stuck to Yeon Yuri endlessly.
At this point, I was genuinely curious what kind of life that damn Ha Min-young was living.
I hadn’t even thought about the original novel’s protagonist for months.
But because of this alpha, the original story suddenly popped back into my head again.
“What’s your name?”
“Hyung. Don’t do this.”
“If you don’t want to say it, then don’t.”
“…Seo Hee-gyeom.”
The high schooler answered while chewing on his lower lip.
“So why did you call me? You called me because you had something to say, right?”
“Why are you speaking formally… Don’t draw a line between us, hyung.”
His voice sounded painfully earnest.
How the hell was I supposed to know whether I’d spoken formally or casually to you before?
The conversation was going in circles. A sigh escaped me.
“Fine. Then just tell me the reason. Why did you call me?”
“…Because I wanted to talk to you.”
“What?”
“Because I wanted to talk to you…”
Poor guy.
For a moment, the image of an abandoned puppy overlapped with his face. Seo Hee-gyeom’s voice was becoming increasingly choked.
It didn’t even seem like he was trying to control his pheromones at all—he kept releasing that peach scent freely.
I forced myself to speak harshly.
If I wanted to send this high schooler away, I didn’t really have a choice.
I decided to base my tone on Do Jihoon.
“Don’t cry. It’s annoying.”
Even to my own ears, it sounded unbelievably rude.
“Yes… I’m sorry.”
“I already said what I had to say. Now go. I want to be alone.”
“……”
Despite my clear dismissal, Seo Hee-gyeom remained standing there in front of me like a stone statue.
Checking the time, it was almost when Do Jihoon would arrive.
Just great—perfect timing.
If Do Jihoon saw this situation, the 35th Asura battlefield would definitely begin.
Well, I didn’t have a choice. If he wouldn’t move, I’d have to.
So I started walking toward another corner.
But then—
“Yuri hyung.”
A rough hand suddenly reached out from behind.
“…!”
This novel is so interesting i love it