“Let’s go. We should have lunch, right? You promised.”
“…Wa-Wait.”
“Yigyeom. If you keep on making me angry, I will end up saying things I’m not supposed to say.”
“What are you saying…”
“I’ll end up spilling your secrets.”
“Secret?”
Kwon Taejung let go of the rabbit’s soft hands and swiped his bangs as if he was annoyed. The brightness of the clear day and the cool seemed to have settled on Taejung’s hair. Those words surprised Yigyeom, and the urge to tell him to leave edged on the inside of his lips. Kwon Taejung agonized for a while and locked those blatant words inside his throat before touching Yigyeom’s cheeks with his fingertips.
“It would be a pity to reveal it now.”
Yigyeom was still flushed from wearing the mask for so long, but his cheeks still became red upon Kwon Taejung’s touch. Yigyeom avoided his hands before covering his face with his pink paws. Kwon Taejung laughed at Yigyeom, lowering his body and bringing his lips close to Yigyeom’s ears.
“If you are curious then never break your promise to me. Whatever the circumstances are for you, nothing should be more important than the promise you made to me.”
Kwon Taejung bent his head a little closer and then dipped his nose in Yigyeom’s neck. Yigyeom curled his shoulders as the sharp and smooth nose bridge touched his skin before slowly climbing up his neck. His stomach was pounding every time he breathed.
“Yigyeom.”
Kwon Taejung came up to his ears again and pressed his lips on it, whispering inside his ears so that only Yigyeom was the only one who could hear it.
“You smell so fucking good.”
“…”
“You don’t even smell of sweat.”
Kwon Taejung’s seemingly excited and fascinated voice burrowed inside his ears, and fell through Yigyeom’s body, inciting that unfamiliar sensation again.
Something warm, no, hot touched the rim of Yigyeom’s ears slightly and ticklish sounds came and poured. Yigyeom retracted himself totally and looked up at Kwon Taejung, blushing.
“Where are you going to change your clothes?”
“…”
“Can you take it off here? Then change here.”
“…There is a storeroom inside.”
“Let’s go.”
Kwon Taejung made a gesture with his chin at the building as Yigyeom ran towards Kang Jihoon, who was as always, staring blankly at his surroundings.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Ah, the smell of paint.”
The room was freshly painted just some days so the smell of paint was concentrated inside. Kwon Taejung squeezed one eye shut, and then pressed his nose with his fingertips as he stood at one side of the wall while looking at locker number 7 before punching down the password. He didn’t mean to overhear their conversation but he just happened to find out because he could hear it all as he was standing close.
“Take yours out.”
“…”
Yigyeom stood cautiously in front of Kwon Taejung and took out the backpack, checking the clothes inside.
“Is that all?”
“…Yes.”
Kwon Taejung closed the locker door and padded towards the dark part of the store room and stared at Yigyeom who opened another locker which was at the end of the wall. There was a small shopping bag inside. He bought it because he didn’t have his bag with him.
“Should I help you change?”
“…Huh?”
“You have a zipper on your back.”
“I-I can do it by myself.”
Usually, there would be others to help unzip the costume so it wasn’t that hard but it wasn’t easy taking it off by oneself. Kwon Taejung came towards him making Yigyeom flustered, so the latter tried to unzip quickly however it was not enough.
“If I say I will help you, just take it. Stay still.”
“…”
“There’s an easy way so why do you have to make things hard for yourself?”
The voice that came from the back vibrated within his body. He couldn’t see him but his low voice left a chill on some parts of his body. Inside the quiet warehouse, at the sound of the zipper unraveling, Yigyeom caught hold of the locker out of nervousness and bit his lips. The zipper opened slowly, passing his back, and stopped at his waist.
“Should I help you with more?”
“…Ah, no. I can do it by myself.”
“Sure, then change comfortably. I won’t look.”
Kwon Taejung’s voice died away in a place where Yigyeom couldn’t see him. His palm which covered his mouth was drenched in the sweat of his breath and he turned to see Kwon Taejung standing considerably far away, looking away from him before taking out his legs from his animal costume.
“…”
Yigyeom took out an extra tee from the shopping bag after he carefully removed his worn tee, wet in sweat, and looked at Kwon Taejung who was not looking at him. He quickly pushed his head into his tee which smelled of laundry soap and stretched his arms out.
“Are you done?”
“…Yes.”
Yigyeom folded the lightly colored tee he was wearing before inside his shopping bag, before folding that bag in half and stuffed it inside his bag. Kwon Taejung came close and played with his wet bangs. It was a playful gesture…however it felt like a cautious touch somehow.
“Are you scared of me?”
“…”
“It was yesterday, and today as well…you tremble everything we meet.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Really? Then it’s a relief.”
Actually, a little perhaps, no, sometimes he was very scared of Kwon Taejung. He could find out where Yigyeom was at so easily, unhesitantly blackmail him and stop him from what he was doing before taking him away with him. But Yigyeom didn’t want to look like he was afraid but it wasn’t easy.
People took advantage of someone else’s fears. Yigyeom didn’t want Kwon Taejung to perceive him as a weakling. So he hid his frightened heart and tried not to tremble at the sight of him.
“Let’s go.”
“…Yes.”
Yigyeom gently followed Kwon Taejung behind and walked out of the phone store. Yigyeom passed by the people who were still wearing their animal costumes and were inviting the bystanders.
Yigyeom could feel each and every stare on him but Kwon Taejung couldn’t care less and once Yigyeom was in the passenger’s seat, he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Fuck, it’s so hard to even grab a single meal.”
Kwon Taejung said as if he wanted Yigyeom to hear it before pulling Yigyeom’s seat belt and looking at him. Yigyeom somewhat understood his gaze, yanked the seat belt by himself, and adjusted it.
“Did you eat breakfast?”
“…No.”
“Does your workplace provide lunch?”
“…Usually, I eat at convenience stores. Sometimes, I order food using delivery…”
“What do you eat at convenience stores?”
“Curry ramyeon or triangle kimbap.”
Kwon Taejung shook his head, not liking the answer, as he changed lanes and Yigyeom noticed all the other cars slowing down. They knew it was an expensive car and tried to save themselves from further trouble. Kwon Taejung leisurely entered between the rows of cars and headed for the destination.
“Earlier, the bastard who was wearing the cat costume…was he the one who called you?”
“Yes…”
“A beta?”
“…Hm.”
Yigyeom could feel his voice trembling at the mention of traits. Kwon Taejung smiled and glanced sideways at the passenger’s seat.
“Right…it’s more comfortable to work with betas. It’s so nice because they don’t experience rut.”
“…”
“Ah, the world is more comfortable for them since they don’t have to take inhibitors.”
“…Chief…are you an Al…pha?”
“Yeah.”
At the clear and curt reply, Yigyeom lowered his gaze to his legs. There was such a pleasant scent and his body also felt weird at his presence, and he knew that he wasn’t an ordinary Alpha, when the latter got close to him. However, it felt very different from when he was just making an assumption and when that assumption was confirmed.
“Yigyeom, you…”
Yigyeom was startled at Kwon Taejung’s words and whipped his head in reflex. Kwon Taejung’s car was standing at a signal as the man met Yigyeom’s eyes as he tilted his upper body, and rested his face on the steering wheel. Yigyeom impatiently waited for the words to come out of the lips where the smile lingered.
“What do you like to eat? Is there anything particular or special?”
Yigyeom was relieved at the lack of the word Omega and sighed. It was obvious and awkward how the subject was changed suddenly, but that was much better.
“…I can eat anything. Special…Particularly liking anything…”
“…”
“…I guess you don’t have one since you can’t remember anything in particular. If you really have something you like, you will remember it immediately.”
“I am the same too. I don’t have anything in particular I like. But I have so many things I fucking hate.”
“I hate that you broke our promise, that you felt like something else was more important than me. I hate the smell of paint and I also hate the cat costume bastard who said that he would do anything when I gave him money. It’s comfortable and easy to act otherwise…but strangely I hate it too.”
Kwon Taejung shook his head and accelerated the car as he focused on the hotel in front of him. Even though there were many cars on the road, it was empty front and back around Taejung’s car. He was able to reach the destination comfortably and without delay.
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