Min-jun raised his upper body and looked at Do-hwa. Do-hwa, who had been lying on his side, was now lying on his front, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“He’s not even a baby.”
Min-jun as he tidied up Do-hwa’s mouth with his hand. His touch was full of affection.
“Cha Min-jun… ugh.”
Do-hwa was murmuring drowsily as he wriggled his hand, roaming the sheet as if searching diligently. Min-jun grabbed Do-hwa’s hand as if he had found a small prey. At that, Do-hwa’s mouth opened like a switch, revealing tiny rabbit-like front teeth.
“You… You naughty, crazy bastard.”
Do-hwa spat out his true feelings in his sleep without reservation. It took real courage to do so, knowing he wasn’t really in his right mind.
“Ha.”
Min-jun made a sound like air was escaping, but his lips curled up slightly. It was as if he found Do-hwa’s curses amusing. He leaned in slightly and pressed his lips against Do-hwa’s, as if welcoming his curses. Do-hwa eagerly sucked on Min-jun’s lips as if he had been waiting for them, but Min-jun pulled away after feeling satisfied with just enough lip action.
“I’ll make sure to raise you nicely in front of Seonbae.”
Min-jun smiled, but behind that smile, there was a shadow filled with desire.
ꕥꕥꕥ
“It’s troublesome.”
Luke, who had thrown his crutch onto the ground, was sitting on top of a drum. His gaze fell on the spot where Do-hwa had been hiding earlier. He ran his hand through his hair as if troubled, then sighed and lifted his head to look at the sky. The moon appeared coolly through the clouds.
“Wisp falling in love… Goodness gracious…”
Luke muttered to himself as he was shaking his head as if in disbelief.
“Was he planning to deceive us and enter Korea from the start?”
After having suspected something, he stood up and headed towards where a black sedan was parked in abundance.
ꕥꕥꕥ
“You ate well.”
After finishing his meal, Do-hwa sat down on the living room sofa. He glanced at the wall clock, and he realized it was past 3 p.m.
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“Oh… Did I sleep too deeply…?”
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Min-jun seemed to have waited for Do-hwa to wake up, as he promptly helped him wash up and prepare a meal. Though Do-hwa still had no appetite, he couldn’t ignore Min-jun’s efforts as a guest, so he reluctantly started eating. As he ate, the food became surprisingly more and more delicious, and he ended up finishing two bowls of rice. Do-hwa felt embarrassed as he was wondering if he had always been this greedy.
As Do-hwa fumbled around the sofa looking for the TV remote, he caught sight of Min-jun’s back. His shiny black hair and broad shoulders stood out. The rough veins on his slightly lifted arms and hands were visible. Memories of Min-jun’s touch from last night flooded back—the way his hands had roamed his body and his teasing tongue that had kissed him and licked down to his neck. It had excited Do-hwa’s body, but eventually, Min-jun had drawn the line.
He felt relieved that he had stopped at that moment, but somehow, there was a lingering sense of regret in his heart.
He didn’t know why he felt this way. But one thing was clear…
“You bastard.”
Cha Min-jun was definitely the son of a bitch.
Do-hwa turned his gaze towards the balcony while touching his flushed cheek. The winter sunlight felt dazzling. Just as he was thinking that it seemed like spring was repenting, he felt a vibration from his pants pocket. It was his phone, which he had grabbed after washing up and changing into casual clothes. Do-hwa took it out. The caller was his mother.
He remembered her face from yesterday, when he had readily accepted Koo Jong-pil’s proposal at the factory without hesitation. The betrayal he had momentarily forgotten because of Cha Min-jun resurfaced, and he tossed his phone onto the sofa as if discarding it.
“Why aren’t you answering the phone?”
Min-jun, who had finished tidying up, sat down on the sofa and picked up the phone. He glanced at the caller and clenched his lips tightly.
“I’m not going to answer it. Just leave it.”
“Okay. Don’t pick up.”
Min-jun, perhaps sharing Do-hwa’s thoughts, placed the phone back in its original position. At the same time, the vibrations stopped. Min-jun cautiously glanced at Do-hwa.
“Seonbae’s family. Should I let them know how you’re doing?”
At Min-jun’s question, Do-hwa blinked his eyes a few times. He reluctantly opened his mouth, as he was struggling within the constraints of conflict.
“…Go ahead.”
Though he wanted to avoid it, he couldn’t shake off his worries, and his curiosity grew stronger.
“All three of them are currently hospitalized. Seonbae’s parents will probably be discharged soon, but Na Jio, that person, might take a few more weeks to recover. But they say they’re recovering smoothly.”
“…”
“That’s all I’ll do for now.”
Do-hwa responded with silence. It was enough, as long as they were safe. He didn’t want to contact them anymore or know about their well-being. Now, Do-hwa was completely alone. A painful feeling, like a hole in his chest, overwhelmed him. When his eyes reddened with sadness, the phone started ringing again.
Thinking it might be his mom again, he frowned and glanced at the screen. But to his surprise, it was a different name. It was his classmate, Lee Jihoon. He found it unusual because he rarely communicated with Jihoon except through texts. As he prepared to answer the call, he met eyes with Min-jun. His gaze was icy cold. Do-hwa felt pressured, as if he shouldn’t answer the call. In the meantime, the call ended again.
“Why aren’t you answering the phone?”
“I just… didn’t want to pick up…”
Since it seemed like Min-jun didn’t like it, it seemed like the right answer. Sometimes, when Do-hwa was with Jihoon, Min-jun would show signs of displeasure. From now on, it seemed best not to do anything that would bother Min-jun, if possible.
As if proving Do-hwa’s judgment was correct, Min-jun’s face softened as usual. He eventually glanced at Do-hwa’s phone.
“Seonbae, your phone seems quite old, right? How long have you been using it?”
“About 5 years?”
He had changed phones as soon as he became an adult. At that time, it was the latest model, but afterwards, due to financial difficulties at home, he couldn’t afford to change it. The battery drained quickly, and some apps didn’t work properly, but it was still usable.
Min-jun scrutinized Do-hwa’s phone for a moment before abruptly standing up from his seat.
“Seonbae, I have something to do, so I’ll be heading out.”
“Huh? Okay.”
Do-hwa was a bit taken aback by the sudden departure after Min-jun had seemed settled, but he didn’t show it. Min-jun seemed to head towards the dressing room, but then he looked back at Do-hwa and approached, touching his ear. His fingertips felt unusually warm.
“Seonbae, you shouldn’t go out without my permission, like you did yesterday. Understand?”
At first, it sounded like an affectionate whisper, but why did it evoke images of shackles? Do-hwa was feeling subdued as he nodded his head obediently, like a dog obeying its master’s command. With a charming smile, Min-jun went into the dressing room as he prepared quickly and then left in no time.
Do-hwa felt a chill as he looked at the entrance, where it seemed like Min-jun’s shadow lingered. Despite his affectionate demeanor and apparent acceptance, there was a hint of underlying violence that made him feel uneasy. Do-hwa decided to try to accommodate his preferences, as he wanted to understand Min-jun’s abnormal behavior patterns, but he was worried about what lay ahead.
“I can do this… right?”
He clenched his fist as he was reassuring himself. At that moment, the phone started ringing again. It was Jihoon once more. Why does this guy keep calling? It would probably become bothersome if he didn’t answer. With Min-jun gone now, Do-hwa figured it would be okay to pick it up, so he pressed the phone to his ear.
[Na Do-hwa!]
“Why do you keep calling?”
[Stop being noisy and don’t hang up, check your messages.]
“A message?”
Do-hwa wondered as he opened the app. Jihoon had sent two photos. Do-hwa felt his heart sink as he absentmindedly opened the message and saw the photos. It was a picture from last night’s riverside fireworks festival, showing Min-jun hugging him from behind.
“Whoa? What’s this photo?”
Do-hwa switched the call to speaker mode.
[Yesterday, Ji Han-wool went to see the fireworks with his girlfriend and took some photos. But you were apparently there too.]
The photo seemed to have been enlarged and edited, judging from its lack of clarity.
“That… yeah…”
Do-hwa replied hesitantly.
He couldn’t deny it because Min-jun’s distinctive facial features and broad shoulders stood out, making it undeniable. And Do-hwa came to a sobering realization. He knew he was smaller and thinner than Min-jun, but seeing them together like this made him feel insignificant and frail. It seemed like he really needed to start exercising.
[Why is Cha Min-jun hugging you like that?]
“Um… well…”
Even though he had felt uncomfortable at the time, from the perspective of an outsider, they looked like a perfect couple.
[This is really strange. Are you two dating by any chance?]
“No way! It’s not like that.”
While Min-jun took advantage of Do-hwa’s memory loss to spin another lie about being lovers, even if they were really dating, it had to be kept hidden.
Min-jun was originally an extremely dominant Alpha but pretended to be a Beta at school, while Do-hwa was a Beta but had become a recessive Omega.
Last time, Min-jun had hoped to conceal the fact that Do-hwa had presented as an Omega when he mentioned that the serial killer targeting women and Omegas was lurking around the university area. Now, Do-hwa didn’t need to go to the factory anymore, but he still didn’t want to reveal the fact that his secondary gender had manifested. It would change people’s perceptions of them, and explaining and dealing with reactions would be tiresome. So, Min-jun and he were outwardly seen as Betas.
It was ethically and biologically taboo for Betas to involve themselves with the second gender. Naturally, societal perceptions weren’t favorable.
[Then why were you two acting like that?]
“It was cold out, so it just happened.”
Do-hwa wanted to come up with a more plausible explanation, but it wasn’t easy.
Nice excuse man.
Thankssssss yooooooooooou for the chapteeeeeeeer🥰💛
Just don’t let Min-jun misunderstand 😭