In moments of crisis, people make different choices. Some strove to resolve the situation, some got angry, while others simply ignored it. Among them, Wooyeon belonged to the category of trying to avoid the situation by any means necessary.
Until he downed his champagne in one shot, his mind was filled only with thoughts like, ‘I want to run away.’ ‘I want to disappear into thin air.’ ‘I wish I could hide in a mouse hole.’ ‘I want to go back to the past and make it all go away.’
Naturally, Wooyeon chose the most achievable option, ‘I want to run away.’ Like a lizard cutting off its tail and fleeing, he threw himself without considering the consequences. Even if it was reckless, it was better than facing a conversation with Dohyun sober-minded.
He couldn’t understand why Dohyun brought up such a topic. He didn’t want to know, and even if he did, he didn’t think anything would change. However, just before he blacked out, he felt that the last face he saw seemed somewhat disappointed.
In the dim light of dawn, Wooyeon woke up feeling a throbbing headache. The dreams he had during the night were overly violent, and even waking up didn’t make him feel more refreshed. Thinking he should sleep more, he curled up his body, but he felt a strange warmth beside him.
“….”
Wooyeon slowly lifted his eyelids. As morning set in, his stiff pupils gradually focused. Familiar room, familiar blanket, familiar ceiling, and familiar fingers interlocked with his own. No, precisely, two right hands holding each other.
Stretching, Wooyeon moved his fingers. One was his, but the other wasn’t. The neat nails at the end of the straight fingers seemed familiar. Just as Wooyeon was about to release the hand, pondering whose it could be, a soft voice came from beside him.
“Are you awake?”
Feeling like his heart would stop, Wooyeon raised his head. In his slanted gaze, he saw Dohyun’s tidy appearance. Dohyun was leaning against the headboard, casually looking at his phone, and then he lazily cast his eyes toward Wooyeon.
“Are you awake?”
“….!”
The drowsiness suddenly vanished. His pupils dilated, and his whole body stiffened. It wasn’t just because Dohyun was in front of him. It was because Dohyun was offering his hand and wasn’t wearing anything on his upper body.
The broad shoulders under the curved neckline were straight and neat. Even when he wore clothes, Wooyeon had felt it, a body that would be muscular even without exercise. Wooyeon found himself unintentionally lowering his gaze down Dohyun’s chest, discovering the well-defined abs, and quickly jerked his upper body up.
“Why…why are you…why are you like this?”
Alarm filled his round pupils. Wooyeon, who had released Dohyun’s hand without realizing it, scrambled to the end of the bed as if Dohyun would grab him. Dohyun, looking at Wooyeon’s reaction like he was watching a comedy, muttered as if it were absurd.
“Is there a problem with my appearance?”
“….”
Finally, Wooyeon realized that there was an excessive emptiness between his legs. Not only his legs but also his neck and shoulders felt the same. As he absentmindedly lowered his gaze, he saw his body with just a robe draped over it.
“W-Why am I like this?”
Hastily gathering his legs, Wooyeon fumbled with the robe’s collar. The belt was halfway loose, but he couldn’t think properly to tie it correctly. Dohyun, watching Wooyeon, raised the corner of his mouth in a bemused smile.
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‘Crazy….’
He wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sensation of the robe between his legs was definitely the raw feeling of bare skin. Why on earth was this happening? His dizzy head quickly recalled his thoughts from watching the movie.
‘What were you thinking when you watched the movie?’
Yesterday, right after hearing those words, Wooyeon promised himself he would faint. So he drank champagne, and as a result, he let his mind wander as it pleased. It was an action performed without consideration of consequences, but he never imagined he would wake up like this.
“Why… no, what, what’s going on?”
Wooyeon asked in a faltering voice. Due to the strain, it almost sounded like he was crying. Dohyun, with half-lidded eyes, brushed aside the blanket covering him.
“What does it seem like?”
Unlike Wooyeon, Dohyun was wearing trousers properly.
Turning his back and getting off the bed, he shrugged lightly. As Wooyeon watched his well-defined muscles, he momentarily lost his senses and admired Dohyun’s back.
Although not overly muscular, his body was adequately toned. Every movement highlighted the muscles on his back, making Wooyeon blush as he remembered being lifted onto those shoulders. Then, he suddenly noticed something on Dohyun’s back and squinted.
“….A tattoo?”
A tattoo stretched from his shoulders to his shoulder blades. It wasn’t a design but seemed to be some kind of text. Given that Wooyeon, who was proficient in English, couldn’t read it, it was likely in another language.
Dohyun absentmindedly rubbed his shoulder before trailing off vaguely.
“Oh, this….”
His thick-boned fingers vaguely traced the tattoo. It was obviously an insignificant gesture, but he was embarrassed to see it. Wooyeon subtly averted his gaze, then hesitated, realizing it wasn’t the time to be surprised by a tattoo, and nervously licked his lips.
“Um…I-I asked because…I don’t know what’s going on….”
His head was spinning. Why he was in a robe, why Dohyun was like that, and why the two of them were lying in the same bed. No matter how he racked his brain, there weren’t many reasons that came to mind.
So Wooyeon decided to ask about the most worrying part first.
“Why am I… not wearing anything again?”
“Again?”
Dohyun stared at Wooyeon as he replied. His pupils had a mysterious glint. Dohyun, who had briefly furrowed his brows, soon let out a faint chuckle.
“Again, you think something like that?”
“….”
After going around in circles, it was the same question again. Wooyeon realized there wasn’t even champagne this time and despondently hung his head.
How was it that every time he drank, he seemed to produce a new past he wanted to forget? The next time he drank, he felt like he should be “Sunwoo Yeon” rather than “Seon Wooyeon.”
“I… I just wanted to hear it from you…”
Wooyeon mumbled with a deeply flushed face. Now, not only was he embarrassed, but he also felt a hint of resentment. He knew perfectly well what to say, so why had he pretended not to know until now?
But Dohyun replied firmly.
“You should say it.”
Although his face still wore a smile, his gaze darkened slightly. Dohyun, who seemed tired, looked down at Wooyeon, who was perched uneasily. The veins on the hands that must have been holding him all night were clearly visible.
“There might be a reason you’re not saying it, but if you don’t say it, you won’t know anything.”
“….”
“As if you don’t know what we did last night.”
Wooyeon felt a prickling sensation in his chest at those words. While his own unspoken secrets surfaced, he also remembered things Dohyun hadn’t told him. Had he misunderstood Dohyun for the past four years because Dohyun hadn’t revealed that he was an Alpha?
Wooyeon let out a sigh. It was more like a resolute determination than a lament. With each breath, he calmed himself down, then looked at Dohyun seriously.
“….Did we… sleep together?”
Even though he thought it unlikely, he couldn’t be sure it didn’t happen. Dohyun was an Alpha, and he was an Omega, and they had already done something similar once. Especially waking up in bed naked, things might have turned out like this.
“….”
Dohyun squinted slightly and tilted his head. Wooyeon lowered his head deeply under Dohyun’s piercing gaze and fidgeted with his earlobes. Although he had tried to cover up with a blanket while the other side was semi-naked, he felt even more embarrassed.
“I thought you wouldn’t remember, but….”
The faint murmuring somehow felt like a positive sign. His head cooled down, but his heart sank. Could it be that something really had happened? Had he made a mistake under the influence of alcohol, something he couldn’t remember?
“Judging by the state of your body….”
Dohyun lightly coughed and covered his mouth. The sigh that followed seemed like he had realized something. He briefly turned his gaze away before looking back at Wooyeon with uncertainty.
“You know by the state of your body, right?”
It was a rather unexpected question. Wooyeon responded with a blank face, ‘Huh?’. It was also the moment Dohyun lifted the corner of his mouth.
“I mean muscle soreness.”
“….Muscle soreness?”
It took Wooyeon quite a while to understand. He gasped in realization, his face turning even paler.
“….”
Now that he heard the explanation, his whole body felt sore, especially in areas like his waist and pelvis that weren’t usually painful. It wasn’t severe enough to disrupt his daily life, but it was definitely muscle soreness.
“Really….”
Wooyeon couldn’t bring himself to say anything further and fell silent. It was evident they had slept together, but hearing it from himself made it undeniable.
While he struggled to find the right words, Dohyun picked something up from the floor with a wry smile.
“You probably shouldn’t hear this from me.”
A white T-shirt was in Dohyun’s hand. If Wooyeon’s memory served him right, it was the t-shirt Dohyun had worn last night. Wooyeon felt like he might faint this time and widened his eyes.
“I’ll go. Rest well today.”
With that, Dohyun left Wooyeon’s room. There was no clear answer as to whether they had slept together or not.
He had asked, ‘You know by the state of your body, right?’ Unfortunately, Wooyeon had nothing to compare it to.
Was he in heat and had to take off his clothes because it was too hot??? But then why is Dohyun not wearing his shirt??? Did they do it? AHHHH
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