FRWD Ch 12

What should I do?

This was the sentence that had been completely filling Haseong’s mind ever since he heard the words that, even if Yehan didn’t know he was an Omega, he would have no choice but to cut ties once he found out. What should I do. The firm resolve that he absolutely had to tell Yehan for Yehan’s sake had already crumbled like a sandcastle long ago.

It wasn’t like he became an Omega because he wanted to…. In front of someone who said he hated the very idea of getting involved with an Omega, he just couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth. This became even more true after seeing Yehan get annoyed, saying the other person was sloppily leaking pheromones, even though it was an unavoidable situation of being right before a heat.

Even though he knew it wasn’t that Yehan hated Omegas themselves, but rather that he disliked the variables that could be triggered by an Omega’s pheromones, his heart pounded like crazy until he parted ways with Yehan. He was terrified that Yehan might catch the scent of his pheromones on him.

While he could understand in his head why Yehan refused to get involved with Omegas, now that he himself had presented as an Omega, there was nothing he could do about being hurt by Yehan’s attitude. Haseong didn’t want to be hurt by Yehan anymore. Even though he knew Yehan was just spouting words without much thought, he felt utterly miserable every time he was the only one taking the hit.

He thought he had thrown away all his pride long ago, but it seemed one last line remained. He had fully anticipated things like Yehan looking for another partner, and feeling jealous and sad because of it, but….

The situation where Yehan would avoid him for the reason of him becoming an Omega was something he had never predicted at all.

‘It’s probably better not to say anything. For me, and… for hyung too.’

After agonizing over it for several days, Haseong’s thoughts gradually leaned in that direction. Hadn’t he decided to tell him because of the possibility of pregnancy anyway? He considered not telling him and just being extra careful with contraception, but there was no contraceptive method that could guarantee a 0 percent probability.

Condoms would be the simplest method, but they were ultimately just a stopgap measure. Yehan became like a different person, losing all reason during his ruts, and Haseong himself tended to pass out first every time they had sex, so it didn’t seem likely they could consistently use condoms.

The act of continuing the relationship without telling him also felt unsettling, as if he were deliberately deceiving Yehan. If so, there was only one way. Pregnancy wouldn’t happen if they didn’t have sex, and honestly, he liked Yehan, not necessarily the sex with Yehan….

Don’t tell him I presented, make up a plausible excuse and just quit being sex partners. This way, I don’t have to consider pregnancy, my mind will be at ease, and since it’s certain that Yehan can’t smell my usual pheromones, I won’t be avoided.

Before and after my heat, I can just take suppressants to hide my pheromones, and as for him finding another partner…. I’ll just have to endure that with an aching heart. For now, this was the best way to keep seeing Yehan.

‘If you find someone new you like, you can stop at any time.’

Just as he finished organizing his thoughts up to that point, something Yehan had once said to him popped into his head like a revelation. When he first heard it, he was stunned as if he had been hit over the head, but recalling it now, he felt rather relieved.

It felt like he had been given a pardon. Since it was a relationship he was told he could quit at any time, it seemed he could say it with less of a burden. Coincidentally, the words Yehan had said contained the perfect excuse.

It took nearly several days to solidify his resolve like this. During that time, he intentionally avoided Yehan’s calls. He needed time to think and organize his thoughts completely on his own, without the interference of the person who could sway his heart.

Then, just as he was facing his final dilemma of when would be a good time to tell Yehan he wanted to stop being partners, he received a text message.

[I’m not feeling well, can you come over to my place? I miss you.]

At the single phrase “I miss you,” he came to his senses and found himself in a taxi, having raided a convenience store and grabbed whatever he could see, from over the counter medicine to retort pouch porridge.

He was anxious about everything—whether he had properly closed up the live club, whether he had said goodbye to Hyeongseok and Miyeon, whether he had even finished his work hours in the first place—but none of it mattered.

After rushing over like a madman, he found himself hesitating for a long while when he reached the front door. It was because of the belated worry of whether it was okay to show up so suddenly when he had been blatantly avoiding contact for days. But turning back after having already come all the way to the house was also ridiculous.

‘He said he’s sick… let’s just check on his condition and go.’

Since he had come this far, it seemed only polite to show his face. Haseong hesitated before pressing the doorbell. Fortunately, Yehan opened the door looking fine for a sick person.

…He was so fine it was a problem.

Realizing he had been tricked, even Haseong felt a fire rage inside him. Someone had been agonizing for days without sleep, then threw everything away at a single text, emptying his wallet to even take a taxi, and it was a lie. In a momentary fit of anger, he glared at Yehan and tried to turn around and leave, but was caught.

“Haseong-ssi, you don’t know how easy it is to see into the heart of an 8-year-younger kid, do you?”

What’s so easy about seeing into it, you don’t know anything. Only these words rose to the back of his throat. He was angry. His pride had been torn to shreds long ago, and he felt a misery worse than when his ex-girlfriend suddenly broke up with him growing day by day, and yet he was still in love with him.

If Yehan really knew all of this, he shouldn’t have said such things to him. He wouldn’t have been able to.

People often become brave when they’re angry, but Haseong was a particularly extreme case. It was easy enough to let out the words he had already decided on. Thanks to a little added rebelliousness, the sentence was completed fluently.

“I found someone I like. So I think… I should stop this kind of relationship with you now, hyung.”

Whoo. He must have been unknowingly tense, because as soon as the words were out, a deep breath escaped him, causing his chest to heave greatly. It was as refreshing as having a troublesome tooth pulled. Haseong touched his pounding chest and glanced at Yehan. As expected, he had a smiling face with no sign of surprise.

“Someone you like? Who is it?”

“You wouldn’t know him, hyung.”

If he knew it was me, he wouldn’t be asking who it is with such a calm expression. As I thought, the claim about it being easy to see into an 8-year-younger kid’s heart is a complete lie. Haseong replied in the most insolent tone he had ever used with Yehan. At that, Yehan’s voice lowered slightly, as if he too was offended.

“Between us, can’t I ask at least this much?”

The smile disappeared from his face. At the same time, a pitiful expression that stimulated a person’s compassion replaced it like a mask. It was the same expression he used to make back when he wasn’t very close to Yehan, the one that always provoked Haseong’s guilt whenever he showed the slightest sign of being reserved, claiming to be hurt.

“I think of Haseong-ssi as a really close younger brother. You don’t, Haseong-ssi?”

If he didn’t feel guilty after being told this, he wouldn’t be human, but a psychopath or an animal, or something of that sort. His anger quickly dissipated at the words “I think of you as a close younger brother,” and Haseong clenched his fists. He wasn’t confident in lying, but now that he’d set the stage this far, he had to go through with it.

“…I happened to meet him, and we get along well. He’s interested in me too.”

“A woman, or a man?”

“A woman, of course.”

A man other than Yehan, well, would there ever be a day he liked another one? A strong conviction that this was the first and last time he would like a man filled him, so Haseong asserted it as such.

“Aha, of course. So, you were avoiding my calls all this time because you were meeting that woman?”

“That was… because I was busy.”

“I guess you just couldn’t find the time to meet me while working two jobs and dating. I should probably thank you for just rushing over when I said I was sick.”

“……”

Hearing those words somehow made him feel like trash. In reality, he couldn’t sleep or eat properly because he was thinking about Yehan 24 hours a day. He couldn’t even concentrate at work and had been scolded by Kim Jinho more than ten times.

“What is it that you get along so well about?”

“Liking music…, we have similar interests, and he’s affectionate. His smile is pretty too.”

He had to invent a fictional person he liked, but his head lacked the imagination, so he was forced to list the characteristics of the person he truly liked. Haseong desperately lowered his gaze to avoid getting caught as his eyes uncontrollably moved towards Yehan, and mumbled.

At the end of his gaze were Yehan’s legs, who was sitting on the sofa. The tip of his foot was tapping restlessly. It was a rather unfamiliar sight, as he was someone who always maintained a static posture, saying that shaking or tapping one’s leg was fidgety, though he often moved his fingers.

“Sounds similar to your ex-girlfriend, Haseong-ssi. Congratulations.”

A voice that sounded excited, unfitting for the situation, followed. It seemed he still remembered the times Haseong had consulted him about his finished relationship right after he was dumped. He really only has a good memory for times like these. And what’s so similar. The gender is different from the start. Haseong grumbled internally and replied sullenly.

“I don’t really see the similarity. They’re different people.”

“So prim. But well, I do like that one answer.”

The moment Yehan finished speaking and stood up, the back of his head was grabbed. The lips that covered his mouth were exceptionally rough today. The tongue that forced his lips apart and charged in persistently tickled his frenulum. That area, soft and thin, which made him drool uncontrollably at the slightest touch, was one of Haseong’s weak spots.

He toyed with the frenulum and the underside of the tongue to his heart’s content, and when saliva pooled, he took and swallowed it. As this act was repeated, a jolt like lightning struck inside Haseong’s stomach, sending a thrill through every internal organ and every single cell.

He wanted to push him away, but perhaps because his sexual arousal was heightened or because their bodies were pressed together, Yehan’s pheromones began to feel progressively stronger. Just smelling this scent made his body go limp. Haseong put more strength into the hands pushing him away before he went completely limp.

It was a foregone conclusion that they would end up in bed in a natural flow of events if this continued. He really couldn’t let that happen now. Above all, he couldn’t understand Yehan, who wasn’t even listening and was acting forcefully while he was trying to end their partner relationship.

“Hyung… ngh!”

As Haseong desperately resisted, a stinging pain brushed past his lips. He flinched at the unexpected pain and squeezed his eyes shut, and only then did Yehan pull his body away.

“Haha, it’s bleeding. I’m sorry. I’m having trouble controlling my strength.”

Just as he said, his lips were stinging. When he wiped them with the back of his hand, red blood indeed spread slowly across his skin. It wasn’t a large amount, but enough to be startling. Haseong blankly looked up at the man before him, who was perfectly calm even after biting his lip.

He was not smiling. It was an expressionless face that was impossible to imagine belonged to the person who had just let out a laugh. That expression formed a bizarre dissonance with the voice and laughter that sounded genuinely happy. The somewhat strange appearance of Yehan started to make Haseong anxious as well.

I have to get away. A primal instinct from deep within his heart was sounding a danger signal. He had seen Yehan’s cold expressions from time to time before, but even though it had been frightening and baffling, he had never felt such an ominous feeling. It felt as if his feet were stuck in the middle of a mudflat, and the seawater was slowly creeping in, soaking his ankles.

Haseong instinctively took a step back, glancing at the front door.

“…You definitely said last time, that if I found someone I like, I could stop at any time.”

“Did I? Then I take that back. I don’t know how much you like that person, but end that relationship.”

“Hyung, what are you…”

“I’ll help you. If she finds out that the man who claims to like her is a guy who takes it from behind for an Alpha and cums, she’ll lose all affection for you.”

The protest that was about to burst out was blocked by a hand that roughly clamped over his mouth. The distance he had painstakingly created was closed by Yehan in a single step.

Haseong froze, terrified, as he met eyes that, once always gentle, now glistened like those of a reptile before its prey. A strange excitement rippled in his languidly half-lidded eyes.

“How dare you leave me first. So shameless.”

The reason he had found Yehan fascinating was actually simple. It was because he was a type of person he had never met before. He had never seen a man with such a soft-spoken and gentle way of speaking, nor eyes that were warm and elegant yet held a hint of playfulness. That’s why whenever he looked into Yehan’s eyes, it felt unfamiliar yet good.

But the moment he met his eyes now, Haseong felt a familiar sense of déja vu. A murky, glistening gaze. It was a look one often saw in people who were drunk or couldn’t control their emotions.

Something was strange. Something was definitely… wrong. The Yehan that Haseong knew was not someone who would make those eyes. The thought that he instinctively had to run away completely filled his head, even causing tinnitus, but absurdly, the strength drained from his legs instead. It was because one word that had just come out of Yehan’s mouth had struck him particularly painfully.

Shameless. Is this a shameless act…?

But his worries did not last long. With his mouth covered, he was roughly pushed and thrown onto the sofa.

As his back sank into the soft cushions, Yehan, who had pushed between his legs, pressed down on his body. Just as he thought the palm covering his mouth was gone, Yehan’s fingers roughly mashed his tongue and dug deep into his throat.

“Gack…, Keoheuk!”

With his tongue being pressed down, he couldn’t even cough properly. All he could do was writhe and struggle with the body pinned underneath.

Haseong moved his free arm and grabbed the wrist that was being shoved into his mouth. Even though he had large hands, it was a wrist he couldn’t possibly subdue with one hand, and he held it pathetically while drooling and shaking his head.

At that, Yehan paused, and as if contemplating something, he hesitated with his fingers still stuffed inside. While he was focusing on relaxing his numb tongue and suppressing the urge to vomit, the hand was pulled out at an unexpected moment.

Relieved, Haseong swallowed with a visible gulp of his throat and coughed uncontrollably.

“Are you done coughing?”

At the sound of the voice, Haseong instinctively raised his head. In Yehan’s hand was a handkerchief. It was a similar design to the one he had torn while doing laundry, but it was a new product with a glossy sheen. Yehan’s hand approached his mouth again, as if to wipe the drool on his chin.

As the tense Haseong tried to turn his head to the side, Yehan grabbed Haseong’s chin with his free hand, held it firmly in place, and wiped his messy mouth. This, again, was a gentle touch like usual, so he couldn’t get a read on him. But whatever it was, one thing was certain.

He shouldn’t be in the same space as Yehan. He had to get out of here as soon as possible. Not only was the atmosphere unsettling, but the amount and concentration of pheromones leaking from Yehan were growing stronger and stronger. It was clearly different from before, when he could only faintly sense them.

It felt like pheromones were being poured directly onto him. It was similar to what he had felt from that male idol he met last time. The difference was that Yehan’s scent, far from being nauseating, was intoxicating, making his body heat up the more he smelled it. Haseong barely held onto his reason. At this rate, all the worrying he had done over the past few days would be for nothing.

“Hyung, I should get going…”

Just as he was about to beg to be let go, his mouth was held open by fingers that squeezed his cheeks painfully. And the handkerchief that had been gently wiping his chin and lips just a moment ago was stuffed into his mouth like a gag.

“Eup!”

“It would be best to fix that bad habit of yours of adding one more word to provoke me, while we’re at it.”

The more he tried to move his tongue, the more the saliva-soaked handkerchief wrapped around his tongue and tangled inside his mouth. The cloth, which was already quite thick, swelled as it got wet, effectively serving its purpose as a gag.

It was useless even when he gagged and choked trying to spit it out. Before he could even try to pull it out with his hands, both his arms were pulled taut and his position was reversed.

“To fix a bad habit… I suppose corporal punishment is the most effective.”

A chill ran down his spine at the low-muttered soliloquy. Haseong strained all his nerves towards the voice coming from above his head, pouring all his effort into spitting out the handkerchief.

When he came to his senses, both his wrists were behind his back, held firmly by Yehan, and his face was facing the living room floor, thrown over Yehan’s thighs.

It was a familiar position. From when he would beg for a toy that all the neighborhood kids had but him, or on the day he casually muttered “I wish he wouldn’t come back” while watching his father’s back as he went out to buy more alcohol after a long drunken rampage, he had been held in this position by his mother and spanked on the butt.

It was a familiarity that could hardly be called a good memory, and he was about to quickly roll his body to the side to escape from him. Just then, his pants and underwear were forcefully pulled down, and at the same time, a smacking sound, jjak, struck Haseong’s ears.

“……!”

The mental shock preceded the pain. He had been struck with a force just slightly stronger than when he was spanked on the butt before getting a shot to offset the pain. Since it happened so suddenly, he couldn’t even let out a moan in time.

A hot, stinging pain began to spread from his suddenly bared buttocks, which had just been slapped by a large hand. Haseong twisted his body in protest, almost jumping, but Yehan easily subdued him by pressing down on his waist and on Haseong’s two wrists which were placed on top of it.

The hand smacking his buttocks continued. On his butt, which had lost weight from his poor eating, the sound of smack, smack echoed continuously. The force of the slaps itself wasn’t very strong, but as the same spot was hit repeatedly, the skin turned red and swelled, stinging every time the hand landed.

But what was harder to bear than the pain was the shame. Ever since he grew taller than his mother’s chest, he had been hit on the calves with a switch, but he had never been disciplined in such a position.

“Heuuu….”

A sob-like moan finally burst from his mouth. Tears dripped onto the floor, and his chest, pressed against Yehan’s leg, heaved greatly due to his shortness of breath. Only then did Yehan stop hitting his butt and instead patted it gently, soothing Haseong.

“Does it hurt? I didn’t hit you that hard…. It’s my first time hitting someone too. But you should have been prepared for this much punishment when you spouted that nonsense. If you were going to say something like that.”

“Oowoop, eu, heuk….”

“Haha, I can’t understand a thing you’re saying. How cute.”

“Heuah… oot!”

He tried to say “stop,” but the handkerchief gagging his mouth mangled the pronunciation pitifully. At the same time, his buttocks were spread apart, and the nozzle of a gel tube pushed into his clenched hole. As the cold gel burst into the unprepared inner walls, Haseong’s entire body flinched.

“Stop what? If you don’t have sex with me, what about this place?”

“Heup! Eu-eung…!”

Soon, Yehan’s fingers began to roughly root around inside, forcefully widening the hole. His pheromones were also being emitted with an intensity that threatened to suffocate Haseong. Naturally, his insides clenched and pulsed, and the excitement, like a fire being lit, gradually spread to his inner walls, just like last time.

The sensation of familiar fingers pressing firmly against various spots on his inner walls, spreading the gel, was vivid. Especially when the longest middle finger bent slightly at a knuckle and pressed a certain point deep inside his stomach, a dizzying pleasure consumed Haseong.

Seeing the thigh that dangled limply below his butt twitch with strength, Yehan pushed another finger into Haseong’s hole. At the same time, he released the hand that had been restraining Haseong’s wrists and slapped his left buttock. The hole, biting on the fingers, trembled and clenched on its own. Watching the scene from above, Yehan couldn’t hide his sneer.

“How are you going to have sex with a woman with a body that clenches its hole while getting spanked, huh? Are you going to ask her to fuck you with a dildo?”

Again, with a smack sound, a strange moan dripped from Haseong’s mouth. Both his arms were free, but every time he tried to lower his hands to his mouth or push Yehan’s thigh away, he was immediately stopped, so the situation of being unable to escape remained the same.

Moreover, every time he did so, he was punished with a harder slap on the butt, so Haseong’s resistance ended futilely after a few struggles.

“Did you tell her you’re in a relationship where you periodically have sex with an Alpha male? And that you’re taking it from behind? You have to tell her. That’s a type of fraud too.”

“Oowoo…, heuu, eung, oop!”

“You have to think from the other person’s perspective too. Imagine finding out your handsome boyfriend is actually a guy who’s been tamed by an Alpha’s cock, getting fucked and coming. Wouldn’t anyone be shocked?”

“Heut, eu, a-eugh!”

“Why. Is your hole itchy again? It’s amazing. How could you even think of seeing a woman again with a body like this?”

Having finally taken all his fingers except the thumb in his rear, Haseong could only close his eyes and sob. It was because he was now desperately confirming with his own body that nothing Yehan said was wrong.

How could he… even while enduring this…. Even as his pheromone-drenched brain was melting into a puddle of excitement, the feeling of self-loathing never left his mind.

“Or maybe, the woman was a lie? Aah… is it a man? If that’s the case, you’re better off just staying with me. It won’t be easy finding a guy with a bigger dick than mine.”

With that declaration, Yehan wrapped his arm under Haseong’s stomach and pulled his limp body up into a sitting position. Then, he pressed Haseong’s arms to his sides and hugged him tightly, preventing him from raising them.

Even though he was being held up from behind and his back straightened, Haseong couldn’t even hold his own head up properly and just tried to fall to the side, leaning the back of his head on Yehan’s shoulder.

Forced to sit on Yehan’s thighs, the bare skin of his buttocks scraped against Yehan’s pants, causing another stinging pain. Still, thanks to that pain, Haseong escaped the maddening pleasure and blearily opened his eyes.

His vision, which had been fixed on the floor, opened up, and the view of the spacious living room, along with the figures on the sofa, was reflected in the glass window. The moment his eyes met a stupid face with its mouth gagged by a handkerchief, its eyes red and raw… and its penis rigidly erect, the arm wrapped around his waist pulled his body back sharply, and at the same time, a huge cock tore through his insides.

“…Heuek! Eu-wooo, eu-eung!”

“Who else would fuck you this deep, huh?”

Yehan’s cock plunged in without any resistance, burying itself to the root in one go. The rounded head pushed past his navel, past his winding colon, and the moment it rammed its head deep inside, precum gushed from Haseong’s cock.

The loosened inner walls, beyond just clenching happily, spasmed with enough force to sever the cock it had received, pressing down on the head buried deepest. The more it squeezed the fist-sized thing, the more it felt like his insides were being crushed. It felt as if the bulging head would pierce right through his stomach.

Yehan also let out a pained groan, as if he was struggling, and wrapped both arms around Haseong’s waist, moving up and down relentlessly.

“Here, here too.”

“Hoo-euu! Heu-eung! Eu, eu-oop! Heuah!”

Every time the cock inside him changed direction and thrust as if to pierce through his stomach lining, a shrill scream erupted from Haseong’s mouth. His eyelids fluttered, and tears streamed down his raw eye rims. Beyond his blurry vision, the shaking figures were still reflected in the glass window.

Now he couldn’t see Yehan’s expression clearly, but he could vividly see the space between his lean abs bulge out in a round shape every time his waist was lifted high and then set back down. It was the same for the dark red penis that repeatedly appeared and disappeared between the crack of his own buttocks, and the light pink cock that quivered along with it every time he was held in Yehan’s arms and deeply penetrated.

“I can guarantee it, whether it’s a dildo or, hoo… another guy’s cock, whatever you take, Haseong-ssi’s back hole won’t be satisfied. It’s already been trained to fit my cock.”

Yehan murmured lowly as he bit the nape of his neck. Haseong desperately gasped for breath through his nose, shaking uncontrollably.

His reason had already flown away due to the extreme pleasure derived from Yehan’s pheromones and the satisfying feeling of his itchy insides being roughly churned. The last sliver of reason he had left was desperately trying not to shake his own hips and beg to be fucked deeper.

And even without him pestering, Yehan knew just which spots Haseong liked and thrust into them deeply. When he wanted to be fucked so deep it was nauseating, Yehan would push his cock in all the way to the root, as if to shove his balls in too, and when the inner wall near the entrance of his hole felt itchy, he would pull his cock out until only the head remained and thrust shallowly upwards.

Then again, just when he started craving a sadistic stimulation that would make him clench his jaw, Yehan would forcefully part the muscles of the inner wall that were clenching and tightening around the cock, and scrape the space between the wet folds with the veins raised on the surface of his cock, pressing down on the prostate in one go.

As Haseong’s neck snapped back, a whitish-gray liquid shot out, pak, which was explicitly reflected through the transparent window.

“Hick! Heut, heu-euu….”

“Haha, look at this. You’re going to use your front in this state? There’s a limit to how shameless one can be.”

Even after ejaculating, his vision flashed repeatedly, and an unknown light flickered on and off. The drool flowing from his mouth, which held the handkerchief, had long since trailed down his chin, making a mess of his face. Haseong’s cock, too, trembled as if wanting to spit out something more, revealing its craving even after having emptied its scrotum.

Yehan playfully flicked the tip of the quivering cock and pushed Haseong’s head down, sinking his teeth in again.

“What are you going to do? Haseong-ssi is acting more like an Omega than an Omega, so, haah… even I went into rut. It’s a bit earlier than my cycle.”

Gadeuk, as he clenched his jaw, the bitter taste of blood seeped from his teeth embedded in bare skin. How dare he find someone? How dare he say let’s stop? As he recalled what he had heard from Haseong earlier, the blood rushed to his head again, and a dry laugh escaped him.

It was the first time in his life he had been so angry he momentarily couldn’t see. As a price, he had made him lie over his lap and punished him, and yet, even while fucking him like a madman like this, his anger wasn’t appeased at all.

Stop. Let’s stop. He found someone he likes, and it’s not me. Thinking that the reason he had been avoiding his calls was because he was preoccupied with that pathetic romance made him want to chew up all his flesh right then and there. Then he wouldn’t be able to take off his clothes in front of others for at least a few weeks.

No, if he had his way, he wanted to lock him up somewhere and never let him be seen by others for the rest of his life.

Yehan sank his teeth into the skin, persistently sucked on the wound to leave a bruise, and then repeatedly left clear teeth marks on that bruise. Before long, neatly arranged teeth marks, from which tiny droplets of blood began to well up, densely covered Haseong’s pale nape and shoulder blades. It wasn’t like he was grinding his teeth, but no matter how much he bit and tasted, it wasn’t enough.

The same went for his pheromones. He poured them out and poured them out again, but it was never enough. A little more. If he just soaked him in his pheromones a little more, wouldn’t a sweet scent bloom from Haseong’s neck in response to him?

He knew it was absurd to wish for such a thing from someone who wasn’t even an Omega, but he couldn’t help but wish for it. Then, not only would Haseong’s body vibrate with his pheromone scent, but his own body would also be heavily scented with Haseong’s pheromones.

Despite starting the relationship because Haseong was not an Omega, his desires grew increasingly contradictory, even to himself. He had never even had sex with an Omega, so he didn’t even know how they actually reacted to an Alpha’s marking, or what an Omega in heat looked like when they went into estrus, yet he still felt this way.

It was likely a meaningless wish since he was a Beta, but he wished Haseong had a heat cycle like him. Even now, he took him so lewdly and deliciously well, and just imagining what it would be like if he also had a heat cycle was enough to make the base of his cock swell.

While he was flustered by the early rut that came without warning, he also got goosebumps from the satisfaction of perfectly filling Haseong’s insides. The more he poured out his uncontrollable, overflowing pheromones onto Haseong, the more an ecstatic pleasure ran through his entire body.

Yehan deliberately pressed down on the area around Haseong’s protruding navel and bit and sucked on Haseong’s ear. Perhaps the tears he had shed when he was laid over his lap for punishment had wet his ear, as there was a salty taste. He stopped pressing on his stomach and slyly raised his hand to twist his nipple. A sound like a hiccup, hieuk, escaped, and finally, tears once again welled up in Haseong’s eyes.

“Why are you crying. Does the knotting hurt? Your cock is getting bigger, you should be happy.”

Ever since the cock inside him began to swell, Haseong’s body had been tense and trembling.

On the day he first had sex with Yehan, that is, during the first rut period he had helped him through, he had been knotted about twice. Fortunately, thanks to his rut coming in a 3-month cycle, he had not experienced knotting again since then. In other words, in terms of frequency, this was the second rut he was spending with Yehan. Just the second.

In just the second time…. Apart from the pain that felt like his bottom !was about to tear, a pleasure that felt like his spine was being hammered with a chisel abnormally overturned all of Haseong’s nerves. As if perfectly filling his already itchy insides wasn’t enough, the swollen base of the cock perfectly scratched his hole, which had been gaping helplessly on its own as if begging for something.

Every time Yehan gently pressed down on his stomach with his palm, he could feel his cock filling him even more clearly, and at the same time, he could distinctly sense where and how the head was churning inside, which felt frighteningly good. Just looking at the window in front of him made it obvious how much he was feeling.

Finding this self of his loathsome and unfamiliar, Haseong shed endless tears before finally choosing to look away. But this too did not last long. It was because Yehan, having confirmed that he had closed his eyes completely, resumed thrusting while still knotted.

The hideously swollen base of the cock forced its way out of the narrow hole, then charged back into the inner walls, stretching the hole tautly again. At the sensation that literally felt like his insides were being turned over, Haseong was driven into a frenzy.

“Heu-euu-eung! Eu-eut, ooh-euup! Keuheuk! Hoo, ha-euh, ooh-eu-eung!”

“You like big cocks, don’t you. Even now, hoo…, you’re clenching like crazy. It must be really delicious.”

Yehan smiled with satisfaction as he caressed the gap of the hole, which was sealed without a single opening.

“It’s a talent to be able to take a knot even though you’re a Beta. Here, should I take a picture of you with this dog-like cock in you and show it off to the person you like?”

The moment Yehan started rooting around in his hole while knotted, Haseong’s mind completely shattered to the point he couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying. All he could do was sob and let out moans that were like the screams of a hunted animal.

Whether he took that as a sign of refusal, Yehan once again chewed on the nape of his neck and muttered.

“You don’t want to? Your ass has pretty red handprints on it too.”

“Hoo-euh, eut….”

“Ah, keuk…!”

Haseong’s whole body trembled greatly, and then clear fluid spurted out from his pathetically twitching cock. At the same time, his quivering hole and inner walls squeezed what they held inside, inducing an ejaculation.

Yehan buried his nose in Haseong’s shoulder and shot his load freely, his semen thick from having held it back for so long. Not wanting to spill even a single drop anywhere but inside Haseong’s stomach, he thrust his hips deeper and bound Haseong tightly in his arms. The more he thrust his cock while coming, the more the splashing sound of water, chalbak chalbak, echoed from between Haseong’s legs. That sound was proof that he had filled his stomach completely with his semen.

Even after the long ejaculation ended and the knot loosened, easing the pain to some extent, Yehan remained inside Haseong for a long while. He hated that if he pulled out his cock, the semen he had filled him with would obviously come out with it. Even though this wasn’t nearly enough to calm his excitement, and the rut was just beginning so he could shoot as much semen as he wanted inside Haseong, he still felt that way.

When he thought Haseong was about to collapse from exhaustion, he slowly pulled his hips back. Just as he had guessed, a whitish liquid slowly trickled out of the hole, and the moment he pulled out the head, it came out in gushing clumps. Perhaps because he was in a sitting position, the amount that came out was particularly large.

Yehan clicked his tongue, laid Haseong down on the sofa, and then gathered the leaked semen and pushed it back into the hole. Due to the rough insertion, the hole, which couldn’t close back to its original state and was still gaping, missing the cock that had been churning inside, readily sucked up and swallowed the sticky semen as it was slathered on.

Looking at him like this, he was truly, horribly, a mess. His buttocks were red and swollen, his ruined hole was drooling white semen, and his coolly handsome face was all raw from crying so sorrowfully. In particular, the corners of his eyes, which neither went up nor down but were drawn out long, adding to his characteristic stoic atmosphere, were a similar color to his punished buttocks.

“Stop crying. What are you going to do if you get hyperventilation and collapse.”

As fingers with a slightly low temperature gently swept over his eye area, the stinging sensation gradually subsided. Liking that feeling, Haseong unconsciously rubbed his face against Yehan’s fingers as if seeking affection.

His vision, swollen and blurred from tears, had long since lost its function and become hazy. He was even unsure of who the person in front of him was, or who the owner of the fingers pleasantly stroking his face was. He just focused on the voice he was hearing.

“You were the one who said you’d help with my rut first, Haseong-ssi, so you have to take responsibility for this. Hm? Good boy.”

Good boy…. Right, be good. I promised… to be good, right. With that personal vow following the murmur that sounded like a spell, Haseong’s consciousness completely faded out.

At the sound of water dripping somewhere, drip, drip, his fragmented consciousness slowly gathered and found its place. The process was slow, as if piecing together a shattered mirror.

The entire lower half of his body felt as if it had disappeared, with all sensation gone, and his eyelids felt as if they were glued shut, making it impossible to secure his vision no matter how hard he tried.

Having no choice, Haseong lay still, relying only on his hearing, and waited for his body to recover. The sense that recovered after hearing was the sense of pain. Different kinds of pain began to be felt simultaneously from his lower back and between his legs, and from his stomach and buttocks.

“…Euk!”

He wanted to cry out from the pain, but his throat was so hoarse that not even a proper moan would come out. Haseong unconsciously brought his hand to his throat, which felt heavy as if a stone were pressing down on it. The rough texture of his nape, covered in bite and suck marks, immediately met his fingers.

After touching the wounds directly, he gradually began to feel a stinging pain on his nape, shoulders, and back as well. Since it was a relatively smaller pain compared to other areas, he hadn’t noticed it, but after realizing the wounds were there, it seemed a signal was sent to his brain that this area hurt quite a bit too.

His entire body ached as if it had been beaten. He wanted to check with his own two eyes what on earth had happened to his body, but his eyelids were still as heavy as a thousand pounds.

“Heuu….”

He tried to move his lips to say something, but even his jaw muscles, which had been forced open for so long, wouldn’t move properly. His stomach felt like it had been minced from the inside, with a dull, throbbing pain that unpleasantly heated him up.

Haseong only let out moans and buried his face in what he presumed to be a pillow. How long had he been like that? The sound of water stopped with a ddok, and then finally, the sound of a person walking, teobeok teobeok, could be heard.

“Are you awake?”

The bed tilted towards the direction the voice came from. A pleasant scent suddenly wafted over. But Haseong did not lift his head, which was buried in the pillow.

“You have no idea how worried I was, you just kept gasping and passing out. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.”

His voice was indescribably calm. It was a starkly different way of speaking from the past few days when he had acted like a beast.

“It’s Monday today. And the time… it’s a little past 8 PM. I’ve contacted Hyeongseok and Jinho, so don’t worry.”

The passage of time, heard from someone else’s mouth, was simply astonishing. His lower back had been particularly sore, and while it was partly Yehan’s fault for relentlessly pushing him throughout the act, it also seemed to be significantly due to him just lying in bed continuously. But that, too, was ultimately Yehan’s fault.

His memories of their lovemaking after the knotting he suffered on the first day were sporadic, but only Yehan’s glaring eyes came to mind vividly, so Haseong couldn’t lift his head and hesitated. Then, a hand that slipped between his face and the pillow suddenly grabbed his chin and turned it.

“Eut!”

“When you’re having a conversation, you should look the other person in the eye.”

As Yehan pressed firmly on his eye area, his eyes opened as if by magic. Haseong, with his eyes blearily squinted, met Yehan’s gaze. Unlike his own appearance, which he knew must be a mess without even looking, Yehan was neat and perfectly fine.

“Well then. Shall we continue our conversation? Me first.”

At the word “conversation,” his body tensed up unconsciously. Conversation. It was only natural to shudder at the thought of what he had gone through for several days straight just trying to have that damn conversation.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it, but I think I was in rut. My rut cycle is usually regular, but that day was definitely a bit….”

Haseong kept his mouth firmly shut and just listened. He had just woken up and was disoriented, his body ached, and he was scared of Yehan…. Listening to his tone, it seemed he had returned to his usual self, but his actions still had a rough edge, so he couldn’t let his guard down.

Caressing Haseong’s cheek, who remained silent, Yehan continued speaking leisurely.

“I was already angry because you suddenly said something strange, Haseong-ssi, and with the rut overlapping, I unintentionally acted a bit harshly. I’m sorry once again.”

“Wha, t… heu.”

He couldn’t understand at all, and opened his mouth to question him, but the pain that felt like his throat was tearing immediately stopped his words. It was difficult to utter even a single syllable, and as he choked, Yehan brought him water. Only after drinking the cold water could Haseong speak.

“What on earth… was there to get so angry about…. You were the one who first said I could stop whenever I—.”

“Haseong-ssi, I’m a bit.”

Yehan raised his hand, cutting him off. The hand caressing his bruised nape was gentler than ever, but his eyes were again glistening like a half-crazed person. He felt like he could snap at any moment, so Haseong instinctively shut his mouth and lowered his gaze.

“Not now. Right, since a few days ago. I’m on edge. Is it because of the rut.”

It wasn’t just “on edge,” he seemed completely insane. During the first rut they spent together, he was definitely not that extreme. But Haseong chose to hold his breath quietly instead of talking back.

“I want to show you only my most rational side, Haseong-ssi. So… stop babbling about quitting.”

The hand gripping his neck seemed to tighten slightly before the fingers slowly loosened. Following that, a weak voice was heard.

“Or do you want to cut ties with me completely, Haseong-ssi?”

“……”

Haseong’s head, which had been lowered and examining the texture of the bedsheet, involuntarily lifted. Even in his half-conscious state, the moment he heard talk of cutting ties, his expression unknowingly crumpled.

“Don’t you feel any regret? If that’s the case, I think I’d be really hurt.”

“Of course not… that’s not it. I just said I might have a hard time helping you during your rut from now on, so why….”

“See? You don’t, right? It’s the same for me.”

As he flinched at the outstretched arm, Yehan let out a sigh and slowly patted Haseong’s back.

“…I understand that you’re scared because I had sex like a madman. It hurt a lot, didn’t it? I sincerely apologize for this.”

A fierce battle raged within him between the sorrowful thought of “what good is an apology for something that’s already happened” and the thought of just accepting the apology and ending it here, considering he too was swept up in his rut and not in his right mind. In the meantime, Yehan continued to speak.

“As a token of my apology, I won’t ask to do it until you forgive me, Haseong-ssi. In return, during that time, you break things off with that person you like. That should work.”

“Isn’t that ultimately the same as stopping being partners…, and not having sex.”

“Are you never going to forgive me for the rest of my life?”

For the rest of my life? I hadn’t thought that far…. Isn’t it stranger to set a deadline for when to forgive someone? Besides, although the person doesn’t even exist in the first place, it was also strange that a condition for me to break up with someone was attached to something Yehan did wrong.

But when he tried to form each of his doubts into sentences, his brain went blank as if it were on strike.

“Because of someone you’ve only known for a short while? Was I only this much to you, Haseong-ssi?”

“It’s not like that….”

“Can’t you think from my perspective too?”

“What, …I don’t really understand. You were the one who lied about being sick to call me over, and you were the one who forced it.”

A sense of dissonance grew stronger. He wasn’t the one who did wrong, so why did he feel like he was being blamed? But as Yehan said, when he thought about it from his perspective, he might have been hurt, which made it even stranger.

As a situation was created where it seemed like he was abandoning the hyung who had been devoted to him, blinded by puppy love, the fact that he had been tormented for days was completely forgotten, and a sense of guilt slowly crept up.

No, what puppy love, it’s about a person who doesn’t even exist…. Then was lying the bad thing from the start? But wasn’t it an unavoidable situation? The relationship was started for Yehan in the first place, and apart from the worry about pregnancy, he said he didn’t even want an Omega as an acquaintance by his side….

But if you think about it, this too was something that could have been resolved by just honestly saying he had presented, but his desire to keep seeing Yehan led him to make up a non-existent person and lie….

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The worry about pregnancy also kept lingering, but he wondered what good it would do to say it now that things had come to this. It had already happened, and it was too late to turn back. Amidst all the thoughts that flashed and disappeared like a broken streetlight, this was the only clear thought he had.

“I had no choice but to lie to call you over. I had everything prepared to give to you, Haseong-ssi, but the main character wasn’t even looking at me, let alone answering my calls.”

Yehan’s expression faintly contorted, and he abruptly stood up and went towards the chest of drawers. Haseong watched his back and asked.

“What preparations?”

“It’s your birthday soon, Haseong-ssi.”

“Ah….”

Now that he mentioned it, there was a shopping bag with a mobile phone manufacturer’s logo on it on top of the chest of drawers. He hadn’t had the chance to pay attention to his surroundings, so he hadn’t noticed. Yehan picked up the shopping bag, returned to the bed, and dropped it in front of Haseong with a thud.

“From the moment I saw you carrying around a phone with a shattered screen, I thought I should get you this for your birthday.”

Why did the light-as-air shopping bag feel like a lead weight? Haseong couldn’t even dare to touch it and just stared blankly at the bag.

“The moment I saw the new model came out, I thought of you first, Haseong-ssi. But then you suddenly started avoiding me, and you wouldn’t tell me why.”

“……”

“And when we finally met, the first thing you said was that you wanted to stop….”

Every time Yehan added a word with a pained expression, the weight of the gift placed before him also steadily increased. And his final words drove a nail into the guilt that was pressing down on Haseong’s chest like a lead weight.

“I was even planning a trip with you, Haseong-ssi, after my current drama ends.”

“That, I… I didn’t know. I’ve been living without even remembering my own birthday….”

Haseong, who barely managed to make the excuse that he didn’t know, nervously bit his nails out of anxiety. It was an action he wasn’t even aware he was doing. Seeing this, Yehan immediately grabbed the hand he was biting and placed it on his own cheek. Then, with his eyes gently lowered, he gave a small smile.

“I was the first one to congratulate you, right? That person probably isn’t even thinking of celebrating it, right.”

Haseong could only nod. Birthday, when was my birthday. It was probably in about 2 or 3 weeks…. So, even though it was natural that Yehan’s congratulations were the first, a sense of guilt welled up first.

“You see. I think of you so preciously, Haseong-ssi, but you just told me you wanted to end things as if you were giving me a notice, so I was very hurt.”

“I’m, I’m sorr….”

Is this right? Yehan seemed so hurt that an apology suddenly burst out, but the start of the problem in the first place…. Was it my fault? Listening to Yehan, it seems I did act in a way that could cause misunderstanding, so then who was at fault first…. No, what’s the use of determining who’s right or wrong now?

At least Yehan is clearly asking for forgiveness for his fault, isn’t he? On the other hand, I…. A sense of hopelessness, like wandering through a foggy forest, gradually consumed Haseong.

“You’re apologizing again. Just hurry up and break things off with that person. Then everything will be over.”

After asserting that, Yehan perfectly returned to his usual expression, as if nothing had happened.

“Let’s wash up and eat first. And let’s open the new phone together. The most exciting part is taking it out of the box, isn’t it.”

“Ah….”

He didn’t want to accept the phone. But if he said he wouldn’t accept it, that in itself might be seen as ignoring Yehan’s sincerity. Then Yehan would be hurt again, and seeing Yehan like that would again pile up as guilt for him. The atmosphere wasn’t one where refusal was permitted either.

And right now, there were more important things he had to say, things he wanted to say, than refusing a gift. There were many… but no matter how he racked his brain, he couldn’t refine them into sentences.

Whatever he tried to say, it ultimately came back to one thought. What’s the use of saying it now? Saying it wouldn’t change what had already happened, and it would only serve to confirm his conviction that it was ultimately his fault for not saying it sooner before things got this way.

The words he wanted to say and the words he couldn’t say, along with skepticism and guilt, merged together and crushed Haseong. Haseong unconsciously called out, “Hyung,” and then paused.

“Hm? Is there anything else you want to say?”

Yehan turned back with a smiling face, but his voice, which feigned affection, was tinged with a degree of fatigue. He wanted to end the conversation on a good note here, and the thought that he was shamelessly holding on made him feel self-loathing again.

“…It’s nothing.”

In the end, Haseong quietly buried the words he couldn’t even form into a proper sentence.

“The possibility that you’re not pregnant is much higher. You haven’t been presented for long, and your body itself is not suitable for pregnancy. If you’re anxious, I can prescribe the morning-after pill, but….”

The explanation that it would be very bad for a body that had just started presenting didn’t enter his ears at all. He took the pill right at the pharmacy and checked the time after coming out; a full hour had passed since he left the studio.

Haseong forced his trembling legs to move and quickened his pace. He had snuck out while Kim Jinho was at a meeting, so he absolutely had to get back before he returned to the studio.

When he was sneaking out of the studio, he had been so nervous that he didn’t really feel the pain in his body, but as soon as he had achieved his purpose and was relieved, his body started acting up again. His back felt like it was going to break.