FHO 82

Haon failed to keep his promise to In-ho.

“Ah, nnng….”

A wet sound echoed throughout the room every time their flesh collided. Haon spread his legs wide, not even knowing who was holding him. He had forgotten the promise that he would never forget In-ho.

“Ugh, ah, it hurts…!”

Haon, who had been moaning softly, burst into tears. His legs, splayed wide to the left and right, felt stiff, and the stabbing pain in his inner walls was agonizing. The excessive pleasure felt almost like pain.

Even as Haon sobbed that it hurt, the Alpha did not stop. Instead, he thrust his hips even harder, stealing the very soul out of Haon.

“Sa-save… me….”

Gasping for air, Haon began to beg for his life. That was how miserable his body felt.

At this rate, he felt like he might actually die. He felt as though he would either burst from the heat filling his abdomen or be split in half by the Alpha pushing in that massive member. In his current state, it felt like a perfectly plausible imagination.

With trembling hands, Haon pressed down firmly on the Alpha’s hard stomach as if trying to push him away.

“Ngh!”

In response, the Alpha dug even deeper into his inner walls and grabbed Haon’s hand. It wasn’t a powerful grip, but Haon couldn’t shake it off.

“I am the one saving you.”

It was because the man muttered words Haon couldn’t understand.

The Alpha swallowed the lips of the sobbing Haon, who was begging to be saved. He relentlessly probed the inside of his mouth, caressing every corner with the tip of his tongue, and touched Haon’s sweat-soaked hair. With a tender touch.

Of course, Haon failed to recognize the emotion behind the touch and the expression. The surroundings were dark, and his body was boiling with terrible hunger and arousal, leaving him no room to fathom the other’s heart.

“Haon-ssi.”

He was simply bewildered. He couldn’t understand the Alpha who called his name so tenderly, yet refused to let go of his body no matter how much he pleaded. He didn’t even know what the man was saying.

“Just say that’s the case.”

The Alpha whispered incomprehensible words and licked Haon’s cheek. He used his tongue to wipe away the endless stream of tears and rubbed the tip of his nose.

“Hmm? Haon-ah.”

The man hugged Haon’s thin body and slowly continued the insertion. When Haon twisted his waist to try and escape, the man’s voice, sounding like a plea, became even more sorrowful.

As expected, Haon did not notice.

* * *

By the time Haon regained consciousness, the cluttered furniture had been tidied and the wet bedding had been replaced with new sheets. All traces of the sexual encounter had vanished cleanly.

“Cough….”

As Haon tried to push himself up, he inhaled and burst into a cough. The air hitting his stinging throat intensified the pain.

Not just his throat, but every part of his body was aching and sore. It was a pain that wasn’t unfamiliar to Haon.

Swallowing a sigh beneath the covers, Haon tentatively touched his backside. As expected, the hole that had been tormented throughout the heat was so swollen that the folds were stretched tight. He wasn’t surprised.

Relying on the bright light filtering through the slightly parted curtains, he looked around. Lacking even the strength to turn his head, he only rolled his eyes to check where In-ho was.

The moment he first opened his eyes, what reassured Haon was the fact that this was In-ho’s bedroom. He couldn’t describe how relieved he was that it wasn’t a strange bed. He felt so at peace that the pain, which felt as if his bottom were falling out, didn’t even matter.

Though he couldn’t remember, he felt a sudden certainty that he had spent this heat with In-ho. It was just a feeling.

Suddenly feeling a chill, he pulled up the blanket and touched his face. His cheeks and forehead were hot. He must have caught a cold.

“Cough.”

Coughing softly, he checked the IV line inserted into the back of his hand. Only then did he notice a tall IV pole by the head of the bed. Liquid from a transparent fluid pack was flowing into his body.

Why is something like that in the house?

With questioning eyes, Haon checked his surroundings once more. This was definitely In-ho’s bedroom. Although there was an IV pole that looked like it belonged in a hospital, and the owner of the room was missing.

“In-ho… ssi….”

Feeling anxious, he called for In-ho and lay on his side toward the door. The door was open, but perhaps because Haon’s voice was too small, there was no sign of a response.

Fearing he might pull the IV line, Haon slid his arm out of the bed and looked at his palm. A hydrocolloid bandage was attached to his hand. His other hand, the one without the IV, was wrapped entirely in white gauze.

Having no memory of injuring his hand, he checked his body with a bewildered expression. But it wasn’t just his hand that was hurt. His foot was also wrapped in white gauze. He wasn’t in a cast, but it was a sight surprising enough to startle him.

Haon’s last memory was inside a taxi. He remembered giving his card to the taxi driver and completing the payment.

What on earth happened after he got out of the taxi? Then again, since he hadn’t lost his memory immediately upon arriving home, there were more than enough situations where he could have been injured.

Sighing, Haon scolded himself internally for feeling relieved just by waking up in In-ho’s house. He might have been moved here after spending his heat with someone else. Or perhaps In-ho-ssi found him while he was wandering the rainy streets like a madman.

Whatever it was, it was terrible. Leaning against the pillow, Haon’s face filled with worry. His heart grew heavier at the thought that he had caused In-ho more trouble.

‘Is it a heat?’

Just then, an unfamiliar voice flashed through Haon’s mind. It was a voice he had no memory of.

As Haon struggled to sit up in bed, coughing, his upper body swayed. When the unfamiliar voice, tinged with amusement, came to mind, his body moved reflexively.

“I-In-ho ssi….”

Ultimately, Haon went out to find In-ho. He felt that he could only be at peace once he saw him. Even if In-ho were angry with him. He just wanted him to be within sight.

Dragging the IV pole, he painstakingly descended the stairs one step at a time. It took twice as long because he slowed down to avoid falling. He called out to In-ho while checking the lower floor every now and then, but there was no response.

Where did he go?

Looking around the empty living room, Haon’s shoulders slumped. With a crestfallen face, he glanced down the long hallway of the entrance. Thinking that In-ho wasn’t home, he suddenly wanted to go out after him. Even though he didn’t know where he had gone.

Out of habit, he fumbled through his pants pocket and gasped. He had intended to send a text to In-ho. Come to think of it, he had lost his phone. Actually, rather than losing it, it had been taken.

“…….”

Poking his drooping lips, Haon gripped the handle of the IV pole more tightly. He remembered the scuffle he had with that man at the mart.

“Bad… jerk….”

Haon frowned, his eyes narrowing, and muttered words he didn’t usually use. The indignation flared up again at the thought that the man had stolen his phone. Moreover, it wasn’t just any phone; it was a gift from In-ho. That fact made Haon even angrier.

As he stood alone in the living room muttering, Haon suddenly stopped and looked toward the kitchen.

On the kitchen table, a cutting board, a knife, onions, and potatoes were laid out. It was even more puzzling because this was a space where items were never left out except when cooking.

Wondering if he had stepped out while in the middle of cooking, he tilted his head and approached the kitchen.

The sound of the IV pole’s wheels rolling echoed between the silent living room and the kitchen. Faint sounds of Haon’s coughing were mixed in from time to time.

“Oh….”

Stopping in front of the kitchen table, Haon gasped.

“I-In-ho ssi?”

In-ho came into view of his wide eyes. In-ho was leaning against the kitchen shelf. On the floor.

Startled and speechless, Haon sank to the floor beside In-ho. In-ho, who had his knees bent with his arms and face resting on them, didn’t budge even after hearing Haon’s presence. He looked exactly like someone who had fainted.

“In-ho, ssi…!”

Haon swallowed hard against his stinging throat and called out loudly, grabbing In-ho’s slumped shoulder and shaking him.

“A-Are you okay?!”

The moment Haon grabbed his shoulder, In-ho flinched and lifted his head. Fortunately, it seemed he hadn’t fainted. He simply had the face of someone who had just woken up.

“Why are you sleeping here….”

Flustered, Haon plopped his backside down on the floor. He felt relieved when In-ho firmly grasped his hand.

In-ho was smiling. At least, his mouth was.

“I just fell asleep for a moment.”

Pulling the corners of his lips upward, In-ho pulled Haon toward him. Instead of the cold floor, he made Haon sit on his lap.

“I thought Haon-ssi would wake up today. I was going to make some rice porridge.”

His voice trailed slowly, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet. He must have really been sleeping.

“How is your body feeling?”

In-ho buried his face in Haon’s shoulder and took a deep breath. Worried that he might smell of sweat, Haon answered ambiguously.

“It doesn’t… hurt much….”

He intentionally swallowed his saliva to avoid coughing as he spoke. The anxiety began to fade under In-ho’s touch as he felt Haon’s nape and forehead, as if checking for a fever.

“Did you come down because I wasn’t here?”

In-ho continued the conversation while keeping his face leaned against Haon’s shoulder. Haon wanted to see his face, but he endured it. He only thought it was a relief that In-ho was treating him as he usually did.

“Yes….”

When Haon answered in a faint voice, a shallow breath touched his shoulder. It was a breath that could have been either a laugh or a sigh. Of course, Haon wanted to believe it was a laugh.

“What if you had fallen?”

“I came down… carefully….”

Muttering as if making an excuse, he leaned his weight slightly into In-ho. In-ho’s embrace felt even cozier than usual today.

And so, the two shared each other’s warmth on the floor for a while. Haon’s hot body was warming In-ho’s chilled body.

Burying himself in In-ho’s embrace, Haon secretly let out a sigh of relief. Because he was only focused on the In-ho before his eyes, he failed to notice the potato that had fallen at his feet.

Even if he had seen it, he probably would have dismissed it as unimportant.