By Zephyria 
Lee-eum looked around the changed hospital room and glared at Choi Won-joon, dumbfounded. He had gone to hear the test results, and suddenly his hospital room had been moved to a private room.
“What is this? Did Choi Won-joon change the room as he pleased?”
“I got hurt catching bad guys, so I should at least do this much. Thanks to Detective Kim, a good citizen like me can stretch out and sleep comfortably.”
“……”
“Stop glaring and sit down. Your pretty eyes will turn into flounders.”
“What about Detective Jung?”
“Don’t worry, he’s resting well in another room.”
Lee-eum reluctantly sat on the bed. It was a small hospital on the outskirts, so even a private room didn’t feel too bad. However, it was burdensome because Choi Won-joon sat next to him without any intention of leaving.
“Aren’t you leaving?”
“Don’t mind me. Tell me if you need anything.”
“I don’t need anything, so leave.”
“It’s late, can I sleep here?”
When he asked why he would sleep here instead of his perfectly fine house, he explained his situation.
“I told you before, I have severe insomnia, but strangely, I can sleep when I’m with Kim Yi-eum. Is it because of your pheromone?”
Lee-eum’s eyes sharpened at the mention of pheromones.
“I clearly said, I’m a Beta.”
“But why do I smell pheromones?”
Lee-eum didn’t believe Choi Won-joon. No one had ever smelled anything like that from him. It was the same during his heat cycle. The medicine quickly calmed him down, and no one noticed. But to smell pheromone scent at a time that wasn’t his heat cycle? No matter how much the other person was a dominant Alpha, it was impossible. Choi Won-joon must be playing tricks.
“Really? What kind of smell is it?”
“A smell that makes me want to lick you clean and suck you dry.”
“……”
He could have tolerated it to some extent, but hearing the words “suck you dry” made his face contort. Seeing him scowling, Choi Won-joon reached out and pressed his fingers between Lee-eum’s eyebrows.
“You’ll get wrinkles here, and you’ll look mean. You’re already bad-tempered.”
With a sharp smack, he pushed his hand away and shoved his shoulder, and Choi Won-joon grinned shamelessly. Disliking further conversation, he gestured for him to leave, turned his back to the bed, lay down, and pulled the blanket over himself. Then he heard footsteps, and the door opened and closed.
Did he leave?
Lee-eum muttered a curse.
“Fucking bastard…”
Still not relieved, he jumped up from his seat, almost screaming. Choi Won-joon was sitting on the opposite bed, staring at him intently. Did he hear him cursing just now? No, more importantly, why is he still here?
“W-what is it?”
“A fucking bastard, you say.”
“Get out of here right now. I can curse even worse!”
“I’m six years older than you, what’s with the ‘fucking bastard’? Respect your elders. Don’t you know that?”
At this point, it felt like he could attack rather than respect? Like he could really beat him up? Lee-eum clenched and unclenched his fists. Whenever he was with Choi Won-joon, he felt like he lost his reason, became petty, and childish.
Not wanting to get more stressed, he got off the bed to send him away, but his heart suddenly dropped again. Ugh. Lee-eum’s legs gave way, and he collapsed. Thump, thump, thump, his heart beat rapidly for no reason, and he felt blood rushing backward through his body. In an instant, he felt hot and his face flushed.
Why again…!
Lee-eum looked up at Choi Won-joon. The guy was strange. Sitting on the bed, he was staring at Lee-eum with a peculiar expression, tilting his head slightly. Or rather, it felt like he was admiring him. An expression that knew what was about to happen…
“What… what did you do to me?”
“Huh?”
Lee-eum mustered his strength and staggered to his feet. With every breath, heat spread below his navel. Thinking about it, these symptoms started after Choi Won-joon slept at his house.
Could it be that he was affected because he was a dominant Alpha? But there were too many suspicious things. Quickly recalling his memories, Lee-eum remembered the lunch box that Choi Won-joon had left on the table that morning for him to eat.
“Could it be…”
His eyes shook, and Choi Won-joon smiled leisurely.
“You son of a bitch, what did you feed me?”
Choi Won-joon shrugged, feigning ignorance, and Lee-eum couldn’t stand it any longer and rushed at him. You really—! Just as he was about to grab his collar and hit him, he felt an unexpected scent and a current ran through his body.
Ugh. Lee-eum collapsed, still grabbing his collar, and Won-joon naturally supported Lee-eum’s waist.
“Why? Do you smell something that turns you on? Huh?”
Lee-eum gasped for breath. Was that Choi Won-joon’s pheromone? Lee-eum was congenitally unable to smell Alpha’s pheromone scent. Instead, he reacted with nausea. Normally, he should be vomiting, but why was his body heating up?
This doesn’t make sense. This is all Choi Won-joon’s trickery.
Seeing him panting and glaring, Choi Won-joon pulled him closer by the waist and brought his lips to Lee-eum’s ear.
“What to do. You’re in heat right now.”
Lee-eum didn’t answer, just breathed roughly. Heat spread from the area where their lower bodies were touching. His mind was hazy, and the thread of reason kept breaking. Was this what a heat cycle was like? Won-joon kept whispering dirty words in his ear.
“Why don’t you spread your legs for me once? I’ll keep my mouth shut in return.”
Lee-eum barely raised his head to look at Choi Won-joon. His eyes gleamed with desire. Choi Won-joon lowered his eyes slightly, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and his face came closer.
In an instant, Lee-eum tilted his head back as far as he could and headbutted him. With a thud, Choi Won-joon covered his face, and Lee-eum pushed him away and staggered to the bathroom.
“Shit!”
Won-joon rubbed his nose, which had been hit, and then looked at the closed bathroom and laughed as if he was dumbfounded. What a nasty temper, really. Then he walked leisurely and knocked on the door.
“Detective Kim. There’s no lock in there. Come out quickly.”
A low groan was heard from inside. Won-joon licked his lower lip stickily and listened to the sound. He must be panting, gripped by desire. Should he leave him alone a little longer and then strip him? As he was contemplating, his face contorted as soon as he opened the door.
He thought he was groaning and jerking off inside, but Kim Yi-eum was desperately trying to resist by biting his arm with his teeth. He was so desperate that sweat was beading on his forehead.
Seeing him biting his bleeding arm and struggling, a hollow laugh came out involuntarily. Won-joon sat down and cupped Kim Yi-eum’s face.
“Stop it.”
Lee-eum only looked up with dark eyes. His eyes were unfocused and watery. Seeing the red, wet eyes, he felt an urge to knock him down and shove his dick into his hole right away.
Even when he was in heat, Kim Yi-eum’s pheromones were only half or less of the level of other Omegas. It meant that it couldn’t affect him enough to make him lose his mind. But why was he so restless and why wasn’t his thirst quenched?
Since he didn’t listen, he gently rubbed his cheeks and coaxed him to remove his arm. It hurts when you do this. Huh? The bite marks on his white skin were red and clear. He bit down hard. Tsk, he clicked his tongue and touched Kim Yi-eum’s lips with his thumb.
As he rubbed his lips with his thumb, they parted on their own. A red tongue emitted a sweet scent, tempting Won-joon. He pressed his body against him and kissed him, and for some reason, he accepted it willingly. The fierce, cat-like appearance was nowhere to be found, and he desperately hugged Choi Won-joon’s neck.
As his lower body was pressed and rubbed, a smile spread across Won-joon’s lips.
“President Choi…”
Won-joon’s heart burned at the sticky voice, which was different from usual. How long has it been since he felt like this? No, had he ever felt it in the first place? Won-joon put his hand inside Kim Yi-eum’s patient gown, which had become docile. Unlike other soft Omegas, his skin was smooth and firm. Oh, he has muscles too? Even though it wasn’t his taste, he was strangely excited.
Ha, he rubbed his lips on his neck and moved his hand further up, but the patient gown was lifted and something fell to the floor with a thud. Won-joon’s face hardened as he followed it with his eyes as it rolled away.
Shit… that…
“Choi Won-joon…”
It was the moment he raised his head at the sound of him calling him desperately. Kim Yi-eum sprang up in an instant and moved behind him. Before he could even realize what he was doing, Lee-eum clung to Won-joon’s back and put him in a rear naked choke.
“Kuh!”
He was suddenly attacked and tried to escape with another technique, but he was a step too late. If he had been standing, he would have had a chance, but he was sitting and Kim Yi-eum was strangling him with his legs, so no matter how much it was Choi Won-joon, he couldn’t move.
Kim Yi-eum, who was clinging to him like a leech, was determined to see it through, and Won-joon had the amazing experience of being strangled for the first time in his life. As his vision gradually blurred, Won-joon laughed in pain as if he was dumbfounded.
Wow, Kim Yi-eum, you really.
That was his last memory. When he came to his senses and opened his eyes, Director Lee was looking at him with a worried expression. He couldn’t tell if it was day or night, and when he tried to speak, his voice was hoarse.
“Are you alright?”
As Won-joon tried to get up, he turned to the left at the sound of a click. His wrist was handcuffed to the bed, and an IV needle was inserted.
“What happened?”
“We received a call from Detective Kim Yi-eum.”
“What did he say?”
Director Lee looked troubled, and Won-joon urged him.
“Tell me. Don’t leave out a single word.”
“He said that if he sees you again… he will put a hole in your head with a gun.”
Ha, haha. Won-joon burst out laughing, and Director Lee was worried that Choi Won-joon had gone crazy from the shock.
“Anything else?”
“He also added that he was serious, so don’t laugh after hearing it…”
Now he was lying down completely and his chest was heaving. Director Lee wondered if his brain had been affected by the strangulation and briefly considered calling a doctor.
On the other hand, he was curious about Choi Won-joon’s inner thoughts. He had never been hit by anyone before, but last time his face was bruised and this time he fainted. But he just kept laughing, wondering what was so good. He was seriously wondering if his boss had a different sexual preference that he didn’t know about. That was Director Lee’s serious concern.