DHG Ch 89

“Heuep… Heut, ah, it feels good….”

“Ah… feels good?”

“Yes. Eup-.”

Heewoo felt all his sadness melt away at once with the kiss that began to devour him deeply. He liked seeing Jang Seungyung happy. He didn’t want him to worry or be troubled because of him.

He didn’t know how many days he would have with this man, but he hoped every single moment would be filled with only good memories.

How can I make this person happy? How can I make him smile with joy? As he mulled over this, even the faint traces of his tears completely subsided. His heart felt perfectly at ease.

As had often been the case recently, all his attention was focused solely on Jang Seungyung’s joy, happiness, and well-being. His own anxiety, fear, and helplessness were not even a consideration.

“Haah, Heewoo.”

Jang Seungyung kissed the face that was smiling as brightly as an angel’s, as if bewitched. He rubbed his lips against the faint dimple and, caressing the bare, naked legs, became filled with a sense of euphoria.

Heewoo, with all his nerves focused solely on the man, immediately noticed what Jang Seungyung wanted. The man’s thing, now twitching and erect, was pressing against his bare thigh. The hesitation was brief. He hesitantly parted his knees.

Jang Seungyung was lost in a daze at Heewoo’s action of docilely spreading his legs in his arms. The moistness of the cunt-hole he had vaguely felt upon waking a short while ago seemed to be returning.

I’m going crazy. He wanted to pound into him right away. His alpha pheromones, pleading for the incredibly lovely omega, were about to pour out reflexively. It was just when he had barely managed to suppress the pheromones that knew no moderation, especially with his rut looming so close.

“Do it to me.”

As if he had read his mind, Heewoo uttered the words he had been longing to hear.

A faint blush spread even to his delicate earlobes, and his transparently black eyes captured his gaze, trembling and precarious like a water droplet about to fall. With a look that stole his heart completely, Heewoo whispered again.

“I… I want to do it.”

Until then, Jang Seungyung remained motionless, only taking deep breaths. Heewoo bit his lip slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he spread his knees wide on his own.

Heewoo positioned himself so that his red, swollen underside was slightly revealed, and then dropped his head, which was just as flushed as the parts below, to the side. At the sight of him slightly wiggling his round buttocks as if to implore him, Jang Seungyung felt his reason evaporate in an instant, as if he had been hit by a concentrated barrage.

“I want to do it. Hurry and do it to me, eut!”

Heewoo hugged the huge upper body that lunged down on him as if to cover him completely, feeling a sense of relief. It was as he was moving his aching hips in sync with the movement that was forcefully piercing his swollen underside.

The furiously angry phallus hadn’t even fully entered yet. Heewoo realized something was wrong.

The body heat that had risen while watching the person he loved desire him quickly cooled down. Before he could remedy the situation in any way, a sharp pain shot through his lower back. His body stiffened in an instant. A reflexive scream burst from his tensed throat at the same time.

“Ah, it hur, it hurts…! Euk!”

Jang Seungyung, who had been so excited he couldn’t see straight, abruptly stopped moving.

His eyes, clearly colored with bewilderment, fell upon Heewoo, who was trembling faintly in his arms. Belying his earlier smile, the small, white face was now filled with pain and fear. The gentle blush that had spread to his earlobes, enchanting enough to make one’s heart flutter, was also gone without a trace. Jang Seungyung couldn’t even bring himself to lay a single finger on that pale, cowering figure before he opened his mouth.

“…Heewoo.”

He even called his name cautiously. As if he might break if he spoke any louder.

Only then did Heewoo, who hadn’t even been breathing, begin to take gasping breaths. Jang Seungyung, who had been holding his breath in tandem, let out a sigh of relief and slowly patted his rising and falling shoulders.

“…Ah.”

As the pain subsided, Heewoo finally grasped the situation. Noticing the man’s unusually firm gaze, which seemed to be slowly assessing him, he hurried to smile, but strangely, the corners of his mouth wouldn’t move at all.

“……”

He quickly covered his own mouth with the back of his hand, but the water had already been spilled. A cold silence remained, unable to be erased.

The man, who had been as hard as a rock mountain, held him in his arms without a word. Heewoo suddenly realized that even a smile couldn’t turn the situation around. He was helpless.

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I’m okay. Heewoo kept saying it like a habit, but the frozen atmosphere didn’t lift. It was actually a short time, but after a silence that felt endlessly long to Heewoo, Jang Seungyung broke it.

“Let’s go to the hospital.”

The man, who had been lost in thought, said as he gently pulled Heewoo’s wrist. Heewoo flinched and pulled his arm away.

“I’m really okay. I was just… a little surprised, that’s all.”

He couldn’t understand why the conclusion was a hospital.

This time, a silence that was actually long pressed down on Heewoo’s shoulders. Heewoo silently endured the man’s gaze falling on the top of his head. Since he was keeping his eyes fixed on the bed as if to avoid blame, he couldn’t know what kind of expression Jang Seungyung was making. And he was scared to check.

Heewoo remained on guard even as the man meticulously dressed him in his pajamas again and brought him warm water to drink. By the time they turned off the lights and lay down side by side again, Jang Seungyung’s face, when he finally looked at it, had softened gently. As if nothing had happened.

The hand that pulled him into his embrace was also no different than usual. However, Heewoo felt a deep sense of anxiety. Because since earlier, the man had only been taking care of him and caressing him, but hadn’t said a single word.

A big mistake.

Jang Seungyung had said that he himself had made a big mistake, but Heewoo felt as though it was not him, but he who had made a huge mistake. A warm hand was slowly patting his back, but he kept feeling a chill. Thinking it would be better for the man if he just fell asleep quickly, Heewoo forced his eyes shut.

Even when the next morning came, the awkward atmosphere showed little sign of disappearing.

Jang Seungyung greeted him and kissed him kindly as usual, and Heewoo returned the kiss in the same way, but something was different from usual. That sense of incongruity originated from Heewoo himself.

Even though it was a weekday, the man seemed to be getting ready for work late. At times, he would stare at one spot with a rather expressionless face, as if lost in thought. Heewoo felt an inexplicable sense of hopelessness, and after only pretending to eat breakfast, he quietly hid in the study.

“……”

As soon as he closed the door, he let out a self-reproachful sigh. He hadn’t been able to control his expression since a while ago.

This isn’t the time for this. He should be smiling right now to ease Jang Seungyung’s worries and make him happy, but since early yesterday morning, he couldn’t bring himself to smile.

He had no excuse for his own immaturity last night. He wanted to do well, and he wanted to do it well for him. But the action he took ended up being the wrong choice….

I don’t know what to do.

He forced open a thin workbook. After repeatedly trying to study the unsolvable problems, Heewoo suddenly realized that he couldn’t hear any signs of Jang Seungyung getting ready for work. Even though it was already almost 10 AM. It was strange.

Could it be his day off? Of all days.

I can’t show him a smiling face today. I feel like I’m going to keep doing stupid things. Far from making the man happy, I might just make him worry again.

The pride and fulfillment he had felt just half a day ago had vanished without a trace, like a futile mirage. Now, he might not be able to give the man anything at all. Why did I make such a mistake….

Suddenly, Heewoo looked around his surroundings, which were made up entirely of things Jang Seungyung had given him. He had received so much, yet he had nothing more to give him. A sense of powerlessness gradually welled up. Abruptly, as if he wanted to escape from the things the man had so generously bestowed upon him, Heewoo shot to his feet.

He put on his coat and went out to the living room. His thought was that if the man wasn’t going to work, then he should be the one to go out. Even for just a little while.

“I’m just going to step out for a bit.”

Jang Seungyung, who was leaning back on the sofa in comfortable clothes and looking at a large laptop, raised his gaze.

His eyes swept over Heewoo from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. It was a gaze that seemed to pierce right through him. Heewoo almost took a step back. Even though it was a gaze he had met countless times while their bodies were entangled just last night, it felt completely unfamiliar. Though bright, warm light was streaming in from beyond the terrace, his shoulders felt chilly.

“Why?”

“…Just to get some fresh air. Only within the building here. You don’t have to worry.”

It felt like a cold fog had settled in his head. Perhaps it was a symptom of accumulated sleep deprivation. In any case, he wanted to go out right now. He vaguely recognized it as an irrational thought, but the idea arose that if he was away from the man even for a moment, he might be able to find himself again.

“……”

Jang Seungyung closed the laptop, which was displaying a file he had received from the subordinate he had spoken to on the phone last night, and looked at Heewoo without a word. The guy who was usually so cautious that he wouldn’t even cross the threshold of the front door by himself was acting differently. He wasn’t making eye contact, and his downcast gaze seemed unstable at a glance.

Jang Seungyung, who had been watching Heewoo silently while lost in thought, grabbed his coat.

“I’ll go with you.”

He nodded his head toward the front door.