“Juho…”
Right now, the only thing holding Lee Tae-rim together was Seon Juho—his Alpha. Without Juho’s pheromones, he couldn’t sleep. And day by day, that dependency was only growing worse.
It had reached a point where waiting for Seon Juho all day had become second nature to him. Even when he tried to focus on something else, Juho kept surfacing in his mind. Just like Juho told him every day, “I missed you,” Tae-rim had started missing him just as much.
That lingering scent of pheromones clinging faintly to his nose—so sweet it made his head spin. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be completely enveloped in that scent. He wanted to be with him all day. Tae-rim genuinely felt like he might be the first to lose control. So he tried, desperately, to stay grounded.
But it wasn’t just the pheromones. In this cold, sterile space where he spent every waking moment alone, the only relief Tae-rim had—the one and only escape from the crushing loneliness—was the time Seon Juho appeared. That brief window was his only comfort, and so, inevitably, Tae-rim clung to Juho even more. In a way, that fixation felt almost natural.
He couldn’t help but feel that he’d grown especially weak to loneliness. He’d only lived with Juho for a few short months, and already, being alone was unbearable.
Maybe it was because of these abnormal circumstances, being confined like this. Still, between his fraying sanity, the aching solitude, and all the unspoken emotions twisting inside him, Tae-rim was falling apart. Making rational decisions was growing more and more difficult by the day.
At first, he’d tried to act normal—conscious of the woman observing him and Juho. But now? That felt like a distant concern. As his own desperation intensified, the rest of the world faded into a blur.
Besides, they wouldn’t understand anyway. Betas couldn’t smell pheromones. They’d never grasp why Seon Juho and Lee Tae-rim craved each other so desperately. Not in this lifetime.
“Hyung…”
Tae-rim had been sitting there in a daze when Juho arrived—and the moment he saw him, he shot to his feet.
“You’re here, Juho.”
“Hyung.”
Though Juho’s lips curved into a smile, the look in his eyes as he gazed down at Tae-rim was filled with raw, unsettling desire. But Tae-rim welcomed that intensity. He opened his arms and pulled Juho into a hug. Juho leaned in, whispering into his ear:
“I missed you. I thought I was going to lose it.”
Tae-rim wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. With their difference in height, it looked more like Tae-rim was being embraced, but he didn’t care. He buried his face into Juho’s shoulder and inhaled deeply. The pheromones were thick—almost intoxicating. His head began to swim.
Wet, teasing sounds brushed his ear. Juho was already starting to explore him again. Tae-rim slowly backed up, step by step, pressed by Juho’s weight—until he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hyung, I like you. I like you so much.”
That low, husky voice wasn’t the Juho Tae-rim knew. It was the voice of an Alpha dazed—intoxicated by his Omega. And Tae-rim… he felt like he was about to be swept away by everything—by Juho, by the scent, by the overwhelming heat. Without even realizing, he tilted his head and kissed Juho’s jaw.
Juho startled, recoiling like he’d been burned.
“Juho…”
“Hyung…”
Neither of them moved first—it just happened. Juho crushed their lips together, and Tae-rim opened up for him without hesitation. Their hot, sweet breath mingled as it poured between them, seeping deep into their bodies.
Tae-rim clung to Juho, breathing him in like he couldn’t get enough. They were utterly consumed, devouring each other without a shred of control. The kiss was wild, chaotic—but Tae-rim’s body was burning with arousal.
“Haa… ah…”
Juho licked his teeth, sucked on the tip of his tongue, even nipped at his lips. A chill ran down Tae-rim’s spine. In response, he deepened the kiss, pulling Juho closer by the neck.
“Mm…”
A moan escaped him before he could stop it. All they were doing was kissing, but it felt so good. The pheromones mingling in his breath hit him like a drug—making his mind hazy, lifting him out of his own body. Tae-rim tightened his grip around Juho, holding on like he’d fall apart if he let go. They were completely lost in each other.
And then—
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
A loud, jarring noise rang through the room. Both of them flinched, eyes flying open.
“Stop right there! Guiding session is over!”
Somehow, Tae-rim had ended up straddling Juho’s lap. And the moment he realized what was pressing hot and hard beneath him, his face turned crimson. Juho wasn’t wearing underwear, and the only thing separating them was two thin layers of fabric.
As Tae-rim tried to awkwardly lift his hips, Juho’s lips curled into a quiet grin. He tightened his hold and pulled Tae-rim back down into place. Tae-rim’s mouth fell open in shock.
What the hell… what is this kid hiding between his legs?!
“I’ll come again soon, Hyung. I’ll miss you.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Juho gave him a quick, smacking kiss on the lips, then gently lifted Tae-rim and laid him down on the bed.
As he stepped away, Tae-rim’s eyes instinctively flicked downward—to that. Oh. My. God. Juho wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his erection was practically punching through the front of his hospital gown. Tae-rim’s vision spun, and he covered his face with both hands in a panic.
Lee Tae-rim stayed seated, hands covering his face, until the world fell completely silent around him. His body was burning just as badly as Seon Juho’s. The heat radiating from between his legs was impossible to ignore. Desperate for distraction, he started reciting the national anthem in his head—again and again, like a lifeline.
While Tae-rim was stuck in that internal spiral, mumbling verses in his mind, Seon Juho was sighing in his own restless daze. He hadn’t expected Tae-rim to make the first move. That kiss—Tae-rim had initiated it. There was no mistaking it now. That enticing hyung had clearly decided to seduce him.
Dr. Kwak had said she’d return in thirty minutes, then left Juho inside the room alone. As Juho paced around, still lightheaded from the kiss, the way his cock swayed with every step drew a look of utter revulsion from her. She disappeared without another word.
Now sitting on the bed, Juho replayed that moment in his head. That kiss—God, it had been perfect. Sweeter than he ever imagined. He felt completely drunk on Tae-rim’s scent, like everything in his mind had vanished the moment their lips touched. How could someone taste that good? It was beyond belief.
“Hyung…”
Precum had already begun to leak from the tip, soaking through the thin hospital gown. Juho lifted the fabric and exposed himself. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head flushed red and glistening. It had been straining against the tight cloth, and now, released, it stood upright—pulsing, heavy with need, as if searching for where it was supposed to go.
Despite its intimidating girth, Juho’s cock was untouched—pristine, unmarred by anyone else. The glossy head was wet with fluid, gleaming in the low light.
He wrapped a hand around himself and shut his eyes, imagining that the hand stroking him belonged to Tae-rim.
He didn’t care if they were watching through the surveillance cameras. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Tae-rim’s pheromones today had been absolutely devastating. The more intense Juho’s scent became, the sweeter Tae-rim’s got—like it was drawing him in, teasing him, seducing him. That syrupy scent had soaked into Juho’s skin and set him ablaze.
And it wasn’t just Juho. Tae-rim’s body had been just as hot, just as desperate. Their shared heat had blurred the line between them—it was impossible to tell whose body was burning more. They were both lost in each other, completely undone.
Juho wanted nothing more than to take Tae-rim away. Right now. Somewhere—anywhere—just the two of them.
His cock had been on edge since that kiss, and it didn’t take long for him to reach climax. He groaned, breathing hard, gritting his teeth through it. Even after he came, it wasn’t enough. He was still aching. Still hungry.
He started moving again, hand wrapped around his still-rigid shaft.
Tae-rim. Tae-rim. Tae-rim.
That was all that existed in his mind now. He wanted to run to him, tear his clothes off, and see that bare, flawless body. He wanted to cover it with marks—his marks. He wanted to taste the place where Tae-rim’s pheromones were strongest. He wanted to lick the spot that would take him in, feel the heat inside.
He wanted all of him. Right now.
Juho ran his thumb over the head, imagining the tip pressed against Tae-rim’s entrance. The thought alone made his lower stomach clench. Just picturing how hot it would be inside him—it was enough to drive him mad.
“Ngh…”
With a groan, thick, cloudy fluid spilled from the tip. Juho came hard, squeezing every last drop out of himself. And still, it wasn’t enough. His cock hadn’t softened at all. Veins bulged along the shaft as it throbbed angrily, still straining for release.
Panting, Juho started stroking himself again. Tae-rim’s scent clung to his body, fueling the fire inside him. He needed him—desperately.
It wasn’t until the third orgasm that the heat finally began to fade. Thirty minutes had long since passed, and no one had come. They were probably watching through the monitors like sick voyeurs.
Juho peeled off his now-ruined gown and stepped into the shower.
He wasn’t washing because he wanted to. The only reason was that Tae-rim’s pheromones had sunk so deep into his skin that he couldn’t scrub them off otherwise. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have bothered at all.
