By Zephyria To react to Kwon Tae-hee’s Pheromone even while unconscious, just how big is his heart for him?
Can this be simply brushed aside with the words, ‘It’s okay if you don’t love him’?
“You’re not with it, Seo Jeong-won.”
“…Yes, yes?”
“Can’t you hear me?”
“What…”
Kwon Tae-hee scowled at the foolish question. As his head tilted slightly, Seo Jeong-won looked ahead and saw the door was open.
“I told you to get out, can’t you hear me?”
Seo Jeong-won shook his head slightly at Kwon Tae-hee’s cold tone and moved his feet. He couldn’t even bring himself to mumble an apology.
The trembling that started in his hands wouldn’t subside. Was he cold? As he walked through the small lobby and short hallway, he crossed his arms and hugged himself, feeling the chill spread throughout his body.
Kwon Tae-hee, who had stopped in front of the hospital room, looked at Seo Jeong-won, who was slowly following behind, with annoyance.
He was taking time out of his busy schedule to cooperate with unnecessary things, but his attitude was not pleasing at all.
“Seo Jeong-won.”
“…Yes?”
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
His round, black eyes instantly became clear. His pupils, widened in surprise, trembled. He didn’t even properly understand what he was saying, but he shook his head, muttering that it wasn’t true.
“It seems like you’re doing me a favor by doing what I asked. It’s not like you don’t want to, Seo Jeong-won.”
“…”
“Should we stop?”
Seo Jeong-won felt disgusted with himself for hesitating at those words. Seo Gyu-won’s life was at stake, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, he had done it countless times…
He wavered. Receiving a Pheromone shower from Kwon Tae-hee with his unconscious Hyung next to him.
“You’re hesitating. Didn’t I tell you before? Hesitation means you’ve made the wrong choice.”
Seo Jeong-won’s shoulders flinched at the words ‘wrong choice’. He shook his head vehemently, then in that short moment, he weighed which would bring him more guilt.
To keep him alive with just life support, as he had done until now, or to have sex with Kwon Tae-hee, hoping for the miracle that he might wake up.
It was a miracle, he said. It would be a hope, but even after hearing that…
“I guess you don’t want Hyung to wake up that badly either, Jeong-won. I misunderstood. I thought you desperately wanted him to.”
With those curt words, Kwon Tae-hee turned around. He tugged at his tie as if he was about to go back the way he came, his touch filled with annoyance.
Seo Jeong-won, not fully understanding the situation, stood there blankly before hurriedly moving his legs. He grabbed Kwon Tae-hee as he entered the elevator, which opened as if waiting for him.
“That’s not it, really… really. I’m always grateful.”
“You don’t look like it right now, Jeong-won.”
He didn’t even know what he was saying. He spat out words as they came to him, shaking his head as if to shake off the thoughts that were intruding like static.
“I feel sorry to Hyung, so… I hesitated.”
“Why do you feel sorry? It’s not like I loved Seo Gyu-won, or that I love Seo Jeong-won.”
Kwon Tae-hee’s voice even contained a hint of frustration, as if he really didn’t understand the reason.
Seo Jeong-won, who had been staring up at him blankly, nodded. He didn’t know if what he said was true, but he agreed and grabbed Kwon Tae-hee’s hand.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m…”
“Don’t be pathetic. If you hadn’t done this, would you even have had time to worry about such things while being normal?”
His voice trembled as he agreed with the cold rebuke. He nodded and held on a little longer, and Kwon Tae-hee turned around. He headed back to the hospital room. At the door, Seo Jeong-won no longer hesitated.
When the door opened, the caregiver, who had been knitting by Seo Gyu-won’s bed, jumped up.
She moved, happy to see Seo Jeong-won, but stopped when she saw Kwon Tae-hee following behind. The seemingly precious man exuded a fierce energy, unlike his appearance, which frightened her.
“Jeong-won, without even calling… what’s going on?”
“The doctor said that Pheromones would help Hyung… That’s why I came. Just for a moment…”
As Seo Jeong-won hesitated, unsure of what to say, Kwon Tae-hee interjected.
“Go and rest. I’ll contact you.”
“Yes? What suddenly…”
The caregiver, looking troubled by Kwon Tae-hee’s instructions, glanced at Seo Jeong-won. His awkward face was even more embarrassed than her own.
As soon as their eyes met, his head went up and down. He was different from usual. It didn’t seem like a situation where she could ask why he was telling her to leave.
“Yes, I understand. Please contact me.”
She gathered her knitting and needles and left the hospital room. Swish, click. Seo Jeong-won moved only after hearing the sound of the door opening and closing.
He locked the hospital room door and held his breath for a moment. ‘It’s nothing, just… do it the same as always,’ he told himself, turning around to face Kwon Tae-hee, who was standing right in front of him, and let out a small scream.
“Let’s go in. It’s around here.”
“…Yes.”
He pressed down on his pounding heart and followed Kwon Tae-hee, who was passing him. He checked the unused guardian’s bed and pulled Seo Jeong-won closer.
“Should I leave the door wide open?”
“It’s better to close… close it. If someone comes in… Ugh.”
“I locked the door. I think it’s better to leave it open because of the Pheromones.”
Unlike his dry voice, the hand lifting his T-shirt was hot. Soon, it was stripped off along with the outer garment he was wearing.
Seo Jeong-won felt the chill of the hospital room air and trembled, then pushed Kwon Tae-hee away, feeling the strange smell that had been pulling at his nerves.
“Ha.”
“That’s… not that, I couldn’t wash.”
“That’s a poor excuse. Take it off, we don’t have time.”
Seo Jeong-won’s eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck at those words, looking down at his wrist. He was about to ask if he could quickly wash up, but it didn’t seem like Kwon Tae-hee would allow it.
It was when Kwon Tae-hee, who had loosened his tie and pulled it off, sighed. Seo Jeong-won overcame his shame and barely pulled down his pants and underwear.
Kwon Tae-hee’s gaze lingered on his pale, white body, which showed no signs of arousal. He didn’t know why he kept talking about sweat when his whole body was just pale.
When he got closer, only the scent from Seo Jeong-won’s house and the scent of the shampoo he used faintly wafted. Even the artificial, cheap fruit scent had changed into a crazy fragrance that he wanted to bury his nose in and smell.
“Come here.”
Seo Jeong-won, his shoulders flushed, neatly took off his shoes. His feet, hidden in old sneakers, were revealed.
His naked body, with only white socks covering his ankles, was extremely stimulating. He had no shyness, but all his actions were provocative.
In just a few steps, he reached the front and wrapped his arms around Seo Jeong-won’s neck, making him lift his head, and he closed his eyes as he had been trained to do. It was the most pleasing sight from the moment he met Seo Jeong-won today until now.
Kwon Tae-hee kissed his softly parted lips and inserted his tongue. Seo Jeong-won’s eyelashes fluttered in surprise.
As he released Pheromones and moved little by little, his delicate trembling body clung to him as if clinging. Seo Jeong-won reacted to the rougher kiss than usual and awkwardly backed away. He laid his dry body down.
Kwon Tae-hee’s tongue moved around, licking the hot mucous membrane. The walls of his cheeks were bumpy, as if he had bitten and injured them. He poked and rubbed that part for quite a while.
As he sucked in the squishy flesh that was awkwardly rubbing against him, Seo Jeong-won groaned. He supported his slender neck and deepened the connection.
“Ugh…”
As he passed saliva and Pheromones together, he swallowed them down, then opened his eyes in surprise.
“Why.”
“…Nothing.”
It was obvious what he was worried about. He glanced at the door, as if he was bothered by the moans.
Seo Gyu-won’s bed wasn’t even visible, but he was still checking so much. Kwon Tae-hee clicked his tongue and spread his thighs.
He rubbed and dug into the soft inner flesh, then remembered that he didn’t have anything to use as lubricant and reached out his hand. He tapped his narrow, small mouth, and Seo Jeong-won opened his lips.
“Wet it.”
He pushed his middle finger into the gap, which was tight even for one finger, and moved it as if thrusting.
Each time the fingertip that scratched the roof of his mouth brushed against his soft uvula, his chest heaved with nausea. Tears welled up in his eyes, which had turned red in an instant, and sparkled.
Listening to him sob, he stirred under his tongue. He looked down at Seo Jeong-won, who was awkwardly sucking on his finger, and tormented his mouth even more.
As soon as he pulled out his wet finger, he immediately groped for the wrinkles. Ignoring his flinching body, he licked the corners of his eyes, which were shedding tears like glass beads, and Seo Jeong-won trembled.
When he inserted his finger, Seo Jeong-won released the breath he had been holding. He couldn’t say no, but he panted and suppressed his voice. Not knowing that it sounded even more lewd.
“Relax.”
Seo Jeong-won muttered that it was difficult. Looking at his closing thighs, he pulled his toes and spread them himself, then blushed again in shame.