Junseong, whose face had turned pale without realizing it, clenched his jaw and scowled. Though it might take him longer to sense pheromones due to his recessive nature, Wooyeon was dominant enough to overpower everything. If he were to emit his pheromones right now, Junseong would undoubtedly vomit everything he had eaten.
“Why, do you feel confident when you’re the one giving orders? What’s the matter?”
It felt like his sight was growing darker. His head cooled down while his chest grew warmer in contrast. Even Wooyeon himself felt dizzy from the boiling pheromones, so there was no way Junseong could be fine.
“Ugh…!”
Junseong could hardly catch his breath now. His intermittent gasps seemed like he might faint at any moment. Wooyeon gradually eased his grip on Junseong’s neck, reducing the amount of pheromones he emitted.
“You asked me, remember? Why I dislike you so much.”
“……Ugh.”
Junseong’s trembling body slumped weakly to the ground. Between him and the other was a precarious standoff.
Wooyeon, looking down at him right in front of his nose, spoke in a low voice.
“After all that, how could you not recognize me?”
“……!”
For some reason, Junseong widened his eyes and looked up at Wooyeon. His rough shoulders still seemed to struggle with breathing.
Wooyeon barely suppressed his pheromones, recalling memories that were six years old.
“Middle school.”
Fourteen-year-old Wooyeon met Kang Junseong at the school he entered for the first time in his life. They became friends at first sight, but exactly a month later, he was ostracized.
“1st grade, Class 1; 2nd grade, Class 3; and 3rd grade, Class 5.”
“Ugh…….”
“You ostracized me for three years.”
Thinking back on their enduring bond was still inexplicable. Whether it was God or the school that abandoned Wooyeon, one of them clearly disliked him.
“Did you ignore me and take my name off the group project?”
Wooyeon let out a bitter laugh and pressed his palm with his fingernails. If he didn’t do something like this, all sorts of messy emotions would have mixed together.
“Frankly, that wasn’t a big deal.”
“Ugh…….”
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“Compared to what you did to me, that’s nothing, you bastard.”
Gradually intensifying emotions surged again through the pheromones. The pheromones that flowed haphazardly pressed against Junseong as if they would burst him. His trembling pupils grew cloudy as they felt Wooyeon’s pheromones.
“Ugh….”
Junseong drooled from the corner of his mouth as he lay on the ground. Just because he was grabbed by the neck once, he looked as if he had been beaten up. Amidst all this, Wooyeon saw Junseong’s bulge and grimaced with genuine disgust.
‘Those Alphas…..’
Even in such a situation, to feel aroused by pheromones. The more he knew, the more animalistic he seemed. If it were the opposite case, an Omega would probably feel the same, but Wooyeon didn’t think that far.
“Just to clear any misunderstanding, I’m not planning anything grand like revenge. After all, you were the one who started this whole mess….”
The irritation that had been simmering suddenly reached its boiling point. Getting angry at Junseong, continuing this conversation, it all seemed futile.
“Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other, okay?”
Wooyeon requested earnestly. Junseong didn’t seem to listen properly, but it didn’t matter. He had already revealed himself as “that” Seon Wooyeon and that alone meant Junseong wouldn’t try to find reasons for his actions.
As Wooyeon was about to pass by him and head down the stairs, thinking that his pheromones clinging all over his body were repulsive, a familiar voice echoed from the stairs.
“…Wooyeon?”
***
Wooyeon quickened his steps with a thoroughly awkward feeling. The person walking alongside him seemed perfectly normal, but to Wooyeon, it felt even weirder. Even insignificant details like the person’s hair or skin felt oddly distant today.
“How come we keep running into each other here?”
The person he had just met on the stairs was none other than Wooyeon’s teaching assistant, whom he occasionally bumped into. He had the same composed face as always, heavily scented with Alpha pheromones. Wooyeon, taken aback by the unexpected appearance of his TA, was also on his way to the club room.
“What’s with that building though? Is it for liberal arts?”
“Yes…, it’s for Global Premium.”
“Oh, never mind, don’t answer.”
The TA nodded approvingly and added in a hushed tone. If only there were no group projects, Wooyeon couldn’t help but laugh at that remark. Considering the mess he was in because of the group project, it was an undeniable truth.
“Why did you come here, TA?”
“It’s an errand from the professor. Don’t even think about going to grad school. And definitely don’t become a TA.”
It was sincere advice. Wooyeon suddenly recalled how Dohyun would flee even at the sight of just the “G” of the word “grad school” during the course selection period.
“…Um, what about you, TA?”
The TA turned his gaze without a reply. His somewhat chilly eyes felt different from Dohyun’s warm and affectionate ones. If Dohyun was on the softer, more affectionate side, the TA had a colder demeanor.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
The TA hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a slightly awkward tone.
“I overheard a bit.”
“….”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, it just happened.”
When the TA spoke earlier, Junseong was lying on the ground nearby. The TA ignored him as usual and urged Wooyeon to go to the club room together. He didn’t express concern for the collapsed Junseong or scold Wooyeon for his actions.
“Since it came up, I’ll mention this. Don’t spread pheromones in the hallway.”
The dismissive tone was overly indifferent. It didn’t seem like he was holding back from asking anything; rather, there didn’t seem to be any genuine curiosity. When Seongyu said, “The TA doesn’t seem to know my name,” he denied it, but now he thought it might be a possibility.
“I’ll be careful.”
Wooyeon ended the conversation without pressing further. The TA also concluded with, “You should be cautious,” and the silence resumed, but this time it didn’t feel as awkward as before.
In the club room, Garam and Seongyu looked anxious. Dohyun wasn’t visible, but Seongyu said he went out to smoke, unable to bear the sight of them being so nervous. Wooyeon felt a tinge of disappointment at not seeing the face he wanted to see the most, but when Garam approached threateningly, he unconsciously stepped back.
“Your pheromones….”
The sparkling eyes were shimmering brightly. As his gaze swept up and down Wooyeon, he fixed his face sternly. Instead of meeting his gaze with a perplexed expression, Wooyeon averted his eyes, but the TA stepped inside and spoke.
“They said we can’t have a pub for the festival.”
“…What?”
“Selling alcohol is completely prohibited.”
Garam’s dumbfounded face quickly turned into one of shock. With her mouth agape, she looked at the TA and let out a strangled cry.
“That’s absurd! Then what are we supposed to do for the festival?”
Seizing the opportunity, Wooyeon quietly slipped out of Garam’s line of sight. Seongyu glanced at Wooyeon, but when he gestured that he’d be back in a moment, Seongyu played along, pretending not to notice.
After cautiously closing the club room door, Wooyeon sighed and leaned against the wall, squatting down.
“Ah… I’m tired.”
Perhaps due to the relief, fatigue washed over him suddenly. He knew he had to talk about the group project’s results, but right now, he didn’t want to do anything. Plus, since Garam had sensed his pheromones, he didn’t even know if he should mention the incident with Junseong grabbing his collar.
‘I miss you, teacher.’
Wooyeon thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes. Leaning his head against the wall, he felt a sharp pain almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. When he touched the back of his head, he could feel a swollen lump, just as expected.
“Ugh….”
An involuntary groan escaped him. Even a slight touch was excruciating, and he felt like he would die if he tried to move his head. He should’ve just punched Junseong in the first place. Now it was too late for any regrets.
“Oh, it hurts so much.”
Wooyeon buried his face in his knees and gently massaged the back of his head. Despite being able to touch it, I feel like it’s not something that can be easily dealt with visually. Should he ask Seongyu to take a picture or something? If he just vaguely mentioned bumping into something…
“Stay still.”
Suddenly, pheromones wafted over. They weren’t Wooyeon’s, nor were they Junseong’s. They had a refreshing and invigorating scent reminiscent of autumn, gently swirling around Wooyeon. Wooyeon stiffened his neck and his fingers trembled slightly.
“Let me see…”
The owner of the pheromones gently stroked Wooyeon’s head. Softly, he ruffled his hair and cautiously explored the area near the lump. When Wooyeon flinched and hunched over, he even tenderly inquired.
“Does it hurt?”
“…A little.”
Wooyeon pressed his lips against his kneecaps, exerting force on his neck. Feeling a bit dazed, as if he had suddenly become tired, he felt a tingling sensation in the roof of his mouth. After approximately gauging the size of the lump, the other person slowly withdrew his hand.
“Should I ask, or should I not?”
With the caring question, Wooyeon slowly lifted his head. Shifting his gaze past his outstretched legs, he saw Dohyun, whom he had longed to see. With his waist still bent, Dohyun, squatting down, spoke to Wooyeon.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
It was a facial expression that said he would willingly comply if asked not to inquire further. Although his eyes contained some worry, if Wooyeon wanted it, he was willing to endure. Feeling overwhelmed by his concern and kindness, Wooyeon grabbed onto his clothes like a child.
“Then, please hug me.”
Dohyun wordlessly lowered his gaze. His trembling eyes contained a hint of hesitation. Wooyeon tugged his clothes a little harder, almost as if to prompt him to speak.
“You said I could do whatever I want, right?”
“….”
As if a spell was cast on him, Dohyun moved slowly. He reached out his arms to lift Wooyeon and carefully wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Feeling the thick pheromones swirling around, Wooyeon relaxed his tense body into Dohyun’s embrace.
“You’re acting childish.”
Wooyeon didn’t respond but buried his face in Dohyun’s chest. He wanted to reach out and hug him back, but he couldn’t muster the courage. Thump, thump, the sound of his heartbeat in his ears somehow felt similar to his own.
I never felt so single until I found this novel.. now i want a warm hug too.. Wooyeon is so strong and dependent. I love himmm, and Dohyun? Oh god, he’s the whole Amazon fr
Go Wooyeon!!!! Finally Wooyeon stood up. Dohyun always shows up at the right time only for his baby Wooyeon. Just like Dohyun, I want to treat Wooyeon well so bad, both of them💖
Gyyayayayattt kicking my feet and all😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧
Thanks for the chapter
Dohyun must have fallen for Wooyeon.. or so it seems..