PM Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The white body was mottled red and purple in places from the congestion he had left behind. Not just the limbs sticking out from the blanket, but the hidden places too. And yet, he found that sight deeply pleasing. A strange sense of satisfaction welled up, making Daesik feel absurd even to himself.

Letting out a short, self mocking breath, he gently lifted Heeseong’s wrist. His brows drew together slightly. Heeseong’s wrist was so thin that it still had room even when wrapped in one hand.

Tsk. Too skinny. I’ll have to fatten him up first.

Ironically, even though he found his own behavior ridiculous, he did not like how scrawny Heeseong was. It was true that Heeseong was extremely thin, thin enough that his ribs and spine nearly showed. No wonder his stomach was small too. Daesik clicked his tongue softly and narrowed his eyes.

First, I should move him to another room. It’ll be easier to keep an eye on him that way.

Having made up his mind, he contacted Kyunghoon while pulling Heeseong’s waist closer. Heeseong was drawn snugly into Daesik’s broad chest.

“Yes, Boss.”

“Move everything from room 307 into my room.”

As Daesik stared at Heeseong, his gaze drifted to the clothes lying under the bed. He had stripped them off roughly, leaving them a mess, but he could tell it was a white T shirt and jeans. Daesik’s brow lifted slightly.

The thick glasses and those worn out clothes were really not to his liking. I should get him some clothes too.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. Now.”

“Understood.”

“Mmm….”

At the sound of the call, Heeseong shifted slightly. He trembled faintly, as if he were a little cold. As Daesik reached to pull the blanket back up,

“Mm….”

Lying on his side with his head propped up, Daesik froze. Heeseong had moved in search of warmth and pressed himself against Daesik’s chest.

With his face resting there, Heeseong’s lips brushed against Daesik’s chest, and each time he exhaled, a sickeningly sweet pheromone spread faintly.

Fuck. Shameless.

Daesik muttered a curse under his breath, his face hardening as he looked down at Heeseong with dark eyes. Asleep and unaware, Heeseong rubbed his face against Daesik’s chest.

Daesik’s gaze wandered over tear stained eyes, a small nose, soft cheeks, and a smooth forehead, before finally stopping at Heeseong’s lips. His face, white like glutinous rice cake, was pressed against Daesik’s chest, making his already plump red lips puff up like cherries.

Daesik’s brow lifted slightly.

“…Ha.”

Biting down hard, he drew in and let out deep breaths over and over. His solid chest rose and fell roughly.

“Yoon Heeseong.”

Without hiding the dangerous edge in his demeanor, Daesik reached out to the Heeseong clinging to his chest. His large, firm hand moved toward the cotton puff like ear peeking out from his hair.

Fuck, what kind of ears are even like this?

Daesik let out a hollow laugh, eyes narrowing, and flicked the small white earlobe with his thumb as he whispered,

“Are you testing me. Hm?”

At the touch on his sensitive ear, Heeseong flinched, his shoulder twitching.

“Mm….”

At the faint moan slipping from his lips, Daesik’s gaze sank even deeper. If Heeseong had seen it, he might have been frightened.

“This won’t do.”

If I leave him like this, some other bastard will start sniffing around. I’m not watching that happen.

Staring intently at Heeseong with darkened eyes, Daesik slowly released his pheromones. The deep scent of coastal greenery wrapped around Heeseong’s body, spreading everywhere. Sweet cherry mixed with seaside forest, filling the room.

Only after his own scent thoroughly clung to Heeseong’s body did Daesik finally look satisfied.

* * *

Heeseong came to his senses several hours later. He was so exhausted that even opening his eyes took a long struggle. Battling his heavy eyelids, he finally managed to open them and let out a slow sigh.

His whole body throbbed and ached as if he had been beaten. And yet, there was also a strange sense of refreshment, which felt odd.

Opening his mouth weakly, he blinked his blurry eyes again and again. Only then did the thought occur to him. Where am I?

What happened? Heeseong rolled his eyes, trying to recall his memories.

He remembered feeling strange while working, then his heat cycle suddenly hitting. Panting in instinctive fear, he must have hidden himself in a corner without thinking.

And after that… along with a feeling of relief, a cool, refreshing woody scent had tickled his nose. When he brushed against someone, the pain that had felt like his skin was boiling eased instantly. So he had desperately clung to that person. And that person was…

The boss.

“…Gasp….”

What do I do…?

He was sure he had clung on first. He vividly remembered desperately trying to touch the boss as much as possible.

The feel of the skin he had touched and the deep body scent were still painfully vivid. His heart pounded wildly.

W why did I do that.

Heeseong’s eyes flew open in shock. And at that moment, he realized he was still naked.

Panicking, he looked around. He was alone on the wide bed.

Just then, faint sounds came from beyond the door. Without realizing it, Heeseong shrank back and clutched the blanket. He swallowed hard and strained his ears, but the room was large and the walls thick, making it hard to tell whose voices they were.

Lowering his brows, Heeseong wrapped the blanket around his naked body and looked around for his glasses. But they were nowhere to be seen.

With no other choice, he let out a sigh and slowly got up, heading toward the door. His steps were full of hesitation. As he moved, the blanket dragged along the floor.

Meanwhile, Daesik was frowning at the belongings and refrigerator Kyunghoon had brought.

“That’s all his stuff?”

“Yes. That’s everything.”

Looking at the old bag Kyunghoon had set down next to the refrigerator he had bought, Daesik let out a hollow laugh in disbelief. Inside the bag were a few cup noodles, two wrinkled white T shirts, one pair of underwear, and two pairs of socks. That was it.

It was ridiculous.

Where the hell did that carp crawl out from?

Apparently Daesik was not the only one thinking that, as Kyunghoon looked awkward as well. Daesik set the bag down with a thud and gestured with his chin.

“Throw all that away and buy him some clothes and shoes.”

“Understood.”

Kyunghoon answered promptly and turned to leave. Daesik was about to head back to the room when something Heeseong had said before suddenly came to mind.

“We ate ice cream together…!”

Daesik narrowed his eyes and looked at Kyunghoon. Displeasure was obvious in his gaze.

“Oh, and.”

“…Yes.”

Quick witted, Kyunghoon immediately sensed the shift in mood. He tensed slightly, swallowing in preparation.

“You said you ate together.”

“…Yes.”

Damn it. Realizing immediately what Daesik meant, Kyunghoon let out a quiet sigh. I’m screwed. No wonder I didn’t feel like eating that day. There was a reason. He deeply regretted not trusting his instincts.

“Just do what I told you.”

“Understood.”

Kyunghoon swallowed and nodded. And at that moment,

Creeeak

The door suddenly opened, and Heeseong slipped and fell flat onto the floor.

“Ah…!”

Unable to hear what was being said even after coming close, Heeseong had opened the door just a crack. Through the narrow gap, he could only see blurred shapes. When he spotted something that looked like a person and leaned out to see better, he slipped against the door.

His face felt like it was bursting into flames.

“Uh, uh….”

Panicking, Heeseong tried to scramble up, but stepped on the edge of the blanket wrapped around him and fell again.

Daesik, who had been watching silently, waved a hand.

“Go.”

“Yes. Please rest.”

Deliberately keeping his eyes away from Heeseong, Kyunghoon bowed deeply, grabbed the bag Daesik had ordered him to throw out, and quickly left.

Naturally, Heeseong, still without his glasses, did not see him go.