By Zephyria 
No onе bеlieved thоse words. Оnlу Wоо-уеon, with a flushеd fасe, cаutiously reаd the rоom. Gа-ram muttеred, “Whаt а disgusting brаt,” but her small vоicе didn’t reach Wоo-yeоn’s ears.
Thе news оf thе two of them dating sent mаssive ripplеs thrоugh thе ‘Еnglish Сlassics Rеading’ сlub. Тhe club mеmbеrs quickly snapрed оut оf it and unleаshеd а bаrrаge оf quеstions аs if they had been waiting fоr this moment. Dо-hyun answеred the questiоns nonсhalantlу, аnd upon hеaring somеonе sаy, “I didn’t think уоu werе thаt shamеlеss,” hе interlaсеd his fingers with Wоо-уеon’s.
Consequently, Woo-yeon had to remain seated on the sofa, held by his hand, until all the attention died down. The warmth of their joined hands drew out pheromones, but he endured it, unable to move an inch. Every time Woo-yeon squirmed to escape, their fingers only entwined more deeply.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the club members became preoccupied with festival preparations. As it grew late, they began packing their things, promising a later after-party. Woo-yeon tried to stand up as well, but the other members were faster.
“We’ll be preparing outside!”
“Take your time coming out, take your time.”
“See you in a bit, Woo-yeon!”
They vacated the club room swiftly before Woo-yeon could even stop them. From hoisting the Cotton Candy machine to packing the sugar and various supplies, it was a level of efficiency he had never seen before.
Ga-ram, who was about to pack the headbands and t-shirts, set the box down and winked.
“You two bring these.”
She left the club room without looking back. The solitary box was all that remained between Woo-yeon and Do-hyun.
As soon as everyone left, Do-hyun let go of Woo-yeon’s hand and rummaged through the box.
“Why did you come so early today?”
“Huh? Ah, I couldn’t sleep…”
Woo-yeon answered, fidgeting with the hand that still held the lingering warmth. It was the first time they had properly held hands, and it felt smeared with pheromones. Just as Woo-yeon was thinking that he shouldn’t wash his hands, Do-hyun suddenly held something out.
“Want to try this?”
What he held out was the rabbit-ear headband Woo-yeon had worn a moment ago. Woo-yeon grimaced and shook his head. He couldn’t understand why Do-hyun was insisting on putting it on him again after he had taken it off with such a serious face.
Instead of withdrawing the headband, Do-hyun lightly tilted his chin.
“Come here.”
As always, his body reacted to the Teacher’s words.
As soon as Woo-yeon turned, Do-hyun carefully placed the headband on him. Woo-yeon only flinched when the hand touched his ear; otherwise, he watched Do-hyun’s actions without any resistance.
“Good boy.”
Do-hyun nodded with satisfaction, seeing Woo-yeon become so obedient and quiet.
Eyes, nose, mouth, and eyes again. After meticulously examining Woo-yeon’s face, he covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes into a smile. The gentle curve of his eyes was bright, as if he had never been in a bad mood.
With an embarrassed face, Woo-yeon touched the back of his ear where the headband pressed.
“Can I take it off now?”
“No, keep it on.”
“…Why?”
“Because you’re cute.”
For a moment, Woo-yeon was lost for words. It was because the voice saying those words was far too sweet. As if he weren’t embarrassed by such words, Do-hyun continued in a teasing tone.
“You’re cute even without it.”
“…”
With his neck turning bright red, Woo-yeon pulled off the headband. When he tossed it back into the box, Do-hyun clicked his tongue in disappointment. Before Woo-yeon could mutter his complaints, Do-hyun smiled softly and rummaged through the box again.
“I wasn’t teasing you.”
“What do you mean you weren’t?”
“I really wasn’t.”
“But you looked at me weirdly earlier.”
“I did?”
Do-hyun tilted his head as if wondering what he was talking about. Thinking that speaking further would only make him more embarrassed, Woo-yeon shook his head, saying it was nothing. Do-hyun nonchalantly held out a new headband.
“Let’s try this one this time.”
It was a headband with cat ears. Like the rabbit ears, it was made of a soft material, white on the outside and pink on the inside. It was so adorable it gave him goosebumps.
“…Seonbae, are you Ga-ram Noona?”
“Yeah, she’s Noona and I’m Seonbae.”
Though Woo-yeon protested, Do-hyun insisted on putting the headband on him. Since they were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, there was nowhere to run. After meticulously tidying Woo-yeon’s hair, he let out a chuckle.
“Cute.”
With a full smile, he seemed to truly think so. Do-hyun asked if he wanted to try a ribbon as well, but Woo-yeon firmly refused.
“Alright, now tell me.”
Do-hyun, resting his arm on the backrest, stroked the back of Woo-yeon’s head with his other hand. The touch, softly tickling the back of his head, was incredibly cautious. Trapped between Do-hyun’s arms, Woo-yeon slowly averted his gaze.
“…Tell you what?”
Looking at him kept bringing back the events of that day. The sensation of his genitals being gripped, the voice whispering in his ear, and even the curses Do-hyun had muttered before the act began.
‘Ha… fuck, I don’t know.’
He was a Teacher who seemed like he would never curse, but the sight of him spitting out those words had been so sexy. The husky, cracking voice also sounded erotic enough to make his lower abdomen heat up.
Curses really depend on who is saying them. He felt anew that if it were Do-hyun, any sound would be fine.
“Yeon-ah.”
Of course, the voice calling him by that name was the best.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Woo-yeon felt his heart soften and his eyes drooped. He had managed to pretend nothing was wrong for a week, but it seemed he had reached his limit. He was glad that the perceptive Do-hyun hadn’t realized what he was thinking.
“It’s nothing like that.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
Do-hyun was now touching Woo-yeon’s cheek. Every time his thumb traced the skin slowly, Woo-yeon’s face flushed pink. The pheromones leaking out openly also played a part in changing his complexion.
“I just had some things to…”
Lying that he hadn’t been avoiding him was useless. Nor could he say with his own mouth, ‘Teacher appeared in my dream.’ If he kept mixing in lies, he felt he would end up confessing everything at some point.
“What kind of things could those be…”
Do-hyun lowered his voice, as if he wouldn’t be easily fooled. Gently tracing the area under Woo-yeon’s eyes, Do-hyun tilted his head.
“Did you hate that we kissed?”
“No!”
Woo-yeon answered quickly, startled. Hate it? He had loved it so much he’d had a wet dream about a non-existent Do-hyun. In fact, Do-hyun’s lips were still flickering before his eyes.
“That… was good. Really.”
Answering hesitantly, Woo-yeon swallowed hard. His lips were so dry that he stuck out his tongue to moisten his lower lip. Do-hyun was staring into Woo-yeon’s eyes with narrowed lids.
“I mean it.”
His voice became desperate. He was worried that if Do-hyun misunderstood, he might never kiss him again.
Watching the restless Woo-yeon, Do-hyun spoke kindly.
“Like this, stick out your tongue.”
“…?”
Woo-yeon slightly stuck out his tongue as told. Just as he was about to ask, ‘Why my tongue?’, Do-hyun firmly fixed the back of Woo-yeon’s head. Then, he immediately bit the red tongue with his lips.
“…Ah!”
Straight front teeth nipped the tip of his tongue. Rather than pain, it was a tingling sensation. Before the surprised Woo-yeon could push him away, Do-hyun softly rubbed tongue against tongue.
It felt as if the inside of his head were melting. The pheromones that came with the breath seemed to leave traces in every corner of Woo-yeon’s being. After sucking on Woo-yeon’s tongue as if quenching a dry throat, Do-hyun tilted his head slightly and adjusted his posture. Woo-yeon squeezed his eyes shut so hard they wrinkled, barely following the shortage of breath.
“Ngh…”
Pheromones seeped deep into his lungs. His throat vibrated, and a moan escaped involuntarily. Do-hyun seemed to find Woo-yeon’s whimpering cute, as he could feel the vibration of his laughter. As Woo-yeon repeatedly clenched and unclenched his lost hands, Do-hyun grabbed those hands and wrapped them around his own neck.
‘Ah, it feels so good…’
Saliva was swallowed. The second kiss was thicker than the first. There was no room to breathe, only Do-hyun’s pheromones and a desire he was feeling for the first time. Every time the hot, soft tongue raided the inside of his mouth, Woo-yeon unconsciously released a flood of Omega pheromones.
How could he ask if he hated something this good? Unlike the last time, which was filled entirely with fluttering excitement, this time was accompanied by a heat that filled his entire body. It went so far that even the touch of Do-hyun’s hand on his earlobe felt sensitive.
So, Woo-yeon clung to Do-hyun frantically, his shoulders trembling. Since it was still an unfamiliar act, all he could do was barely accept whatever Do-hyun did to him.
The earlobe, under the chin, and then the nape of the neck. After stroking them in turn, Do-hyun tilted his head and rubbed the roof of the mouth with his tongue.
“…!”
In an instant, his lower abdomen tightened sharply. Woo-yeon snapped his eyes open and pushed Do-hyun’s shoulder away. Pushed back awkwardly, Do-hyun looked at Woo-yeon blankly.
“…Why?”
Heat-laden pheromones floated in the air. Because they had just kissed, his lips were glossy and smooth. Covering his mouth with one hand and gripping Do-hyun’s shoulder with the other, Woo-yeon spoke haltingly.
“I, uh, that…”
His deep brown pupils shook aimlessly. His round eyes were moist, as if he were about to cry at any moment. His half-risen body and the overflowing pheromones were by no means natural behaviors.
At that blatant reaction, Do-hyun’s gaze slowly drifted downward.
“…”
“…”
There was no room for conversation. It didn’t matter if he parted his lips or if the atmosphere was broken. The only thought filling his head was that he had to leave this place immediately.
Without looking back, Woo-yeon bolted out of the club room.
Whether it was luck or not, the restroom at the end of the hallway was silent without a soul in sight. As he slammed the door shut, a wave of self-loathing washed over him.
“…He must have seen.”
Why did his body react to just one kiss? No matter how unlucky he was, he felt this was a bit too much. The fact that he had tucked his shirt into his pants, the fact that the front of his pants was bulging, and the fact that Do-hyun had seen it exactly.
Woo-yeon pulled off the cat-ear headband he was still wearing and stumbled toward the sink. With disheveled hair and a flushed face, he looked quite pathetic. He washed his face with cold water, but his already aroused lower half showed no sign of calming down.
“I want to die…”
What did the Teacher think while looking at him like this? The thought of how perverted he must have looked made his vision go dark.