By Zephyria 
Rising from his seat, Lee-eum dragged his weary body into the bathroom. He took a shower to clear his head, then came out and rummaged through the sink drawers. Was there anything to cure a hangover? But cup noodles were a bit much for a guest.
He turned on a delivery app to order hangover soup, but suddenly the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this hour? He wasn’t expecting anyone. Lee-eum tossed the towel he was using to dry his hair aside and checked the intercom to see who it was.
“Ah…”
The doorbell rang again, and the person pressed their face close to the camera. Even knowing they couldn’t see him, Lee-eum flinched back.
He thought they’d leave if he stayed quiet, but they didn’t seem to be giving up easily. Did they plan to wake up the whole apartment building from the morning? Lee-eum sighed and reluctantly walked to the front door.
He turned the lock and opened the door, and Choi Won-joon appeared in the gap.
“Good morning.”
As soon as he saw his face, he tried to come in without permission, so Lee-eum raised his hand to stop him.
“What brings you here?”
“I stopped by to give you a lunchbox on my way to work.”
“You’re going to work on the weekend…?”
“I’ve been slacking off in front of someone’s house, so I have a lot of work to catch up on.”
So he’d been coming here all along. He didn’t ask any more questions and, remembering the bag he’d received as a gift yesterday, told him to wait outside and tried to close the door. But without a word, he pulled the door open and strode inside.
“What is this? Why are you coming in without permission?”
Won-joon offered the lunchbox instead of answering. Lee-eum didn’t take it. It was ridiculous that he was repeating this after playing a trick with the rice before. But if he didn’t take it, he’d probably keep insisting. He could just throw it away anyway.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
He gave a perfunctory greeting and tried to send him away, but he heard someone behind him. He turned to see Jeong Dae-han standing in the doorway. He looked bewildered by the unexpected visitor.
“Dae-han, go back inside for a moment.”
Lee-eum looked at Choi Won-joon. The smile vanished from Choi Won-joon’s face as if it had never been there. His dark eyes, which had been on Jeong Dae-han, shifted to Lee-eum.
“You had a guest?”
“Wait outside. I have something to give you.”
“Is that why you didn’t want me to come in?”
Lee-eum frowned at the irrelevant remark. What was he talking about?
“Darling, if you don’t like me anymore, just say so. This isn’t polite.”
As he opened his mouth in shock, Choi Won-joon drove the nail in.
“I’m leaving. Don’t contact me for a while.”
What? What’s wrong with this bastard? Then he opened the door and left. Lee-eum was quite taken aback by the sudden situation. He’d seen similar scenes on TV, but they were always on dating shows. Reenacting situations of couples breaking up due to misunderstandings.
“Who is it?”
It was only when Dae-han approached that Lee-eum came to his senses. He grabbed the shopping bag containing the gift from the room, quickly put on his shoes, and rushed out. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to warn Dae-han never to eat the lunchbox.
Then he took the elevator down to the basement and looked around, spotting a tall man walking away in the distance. It was obviously Choi Won-joon. He hurriedly chased after him, calling out.
“President Choi!”
Won-joon turned around, his hands still in his pockets. The cold look in his eyes sent a chill down his spine. Not wanting to show his emotions, Lee-eum abruptly thrust the shopping bag forward.
“Take this.”
Choi Won-joon looked down at the bag indifferently.
“It’s a gift for your mother.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Then throw it away.”
Lee-eum was taken aback and retorted.
“Does that make sense? Just take it. Give it to someone else, or…”
Choi Won-joon snatched the bag from his hand and casually tossed it into a nearby trash can. “Is that enough?” He headed straight for his car, and Lee-eum, stunned, watched him before chasing after him and grabbing his arm.
“Why are you doing this to me? Coming here in the morning and saying strange things.”
“What did I say?”
Lee-eum couldn’t bring himself to say the embarrassing words, so he just gaped like a fish. Taking the opportunity, Choi Won-joon grabbed the collar of Lee-eum’s shirt and buried his nose in his collarbone, sniffing. When he recoiled in horror, his eyes softened slightly.
“So you didn’t do anything stupid?”
“What are you talking about?”
“If I smelled even a hint of that bastard’s pheromone, I really would have lost it.”
So he was suspecting him of something with Jeong Dae-han? Did this crazy bastard think everyone was like him? He was so dumbfounded that he was speechless. Choi Won-joon took a step closer and looked down at Lee-eum.
“Take good care of your body. Don’t go spreading your legs for other bastards.”
He was smiling, but his eyes flashed with murderous intent. Just before their chests touched, Lee-eum shoved him away and threw the shopping bag he’d retrieved from the trash can at him.
“Don’t get the wrong idea just because we did it once!”
“Get the wrong idea? You were leaking your juices in front of me, and you think it’s a misunderstanding?”
“Shut up! That was because of you—”
Thud. Before he could finish his sentence, he heard something fall behind him. Lee-eum’s face turned pale as he turned around in shock. Jeong Dae-han was standing there, his phone lying on the ground.
His heart sank. How much had he heard? Had he realized he was an Omega? He was wondering what excuse to make when Jeong Dae-han picked up his phone and stammered.
“S-sorry. I’ll go up first!”
Lee-eum watched Jeong Dae-han run away, then turned back to see Choi Won-joon smiling with satisfaction. This bastard… He’d deliberately brought up that day after seeing Jeong Dae-han coming. Lee-eum strode up to Choi Won-joon and grabbed his collar.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Knowing everything…!”
Choi Won-joon didn’t resist, just stared down at Lee-eum. More precisely, at Lee-eum’s lips. Lee-eum gritted his teeth in anger.
“This is my last warning. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again. Or I’ll throw you in jail. Got it?”
“……”
“Answer me, you bastard!”
“……”
“Damn it, answer me!”
“Can I kiss you?”
Taken aback by the unexpected words, his lips were suddenly attacked. Ugh, he bit his lip and pushed him away, then grabbed Choi Won-joon’s collar and slammed him to the ground. Thud! Choi Won-joon rolled on the floor, and Lee-eum scrubbed his lips with the back of his hand.
“You son of a bitch!”
“Ah, it hurts.” Choi Won-joon groaned, then chuckled and laughed so hard his chest shook. He laughed for a long time, even with blood dripping from his torn lip, then got to his feet. He licked the blood from his lip and swept back his disheveled hair.
“Don’t block my number.”
“Shut up! Don’t even open that mouth.”
“If you keep avoiding me, I’ll kiss you in front of the police station.”
“……”
“If you don’t believe me, try me.”
What was this? Seeing Choi Won-joon so shamelessly confident, Lee-eum realized that getting angry or throwing punches wouldn’t faze him at all, and all the strength drained from his body.
“You’re really… a crazy person who can’t be reasoned with…?”
“I’m leaving. Go inside quickly. It’s embarrassing.”
Before he could argue that he was talking nonsense, he waved goodbye affectionately and disappeared, his car fading into the distance. Left alone, Lee-eum laughed in disbelief and scrubbed his face.
Crazy bastard. He’d picked the wrong fight. That guy was completely insane. He shouldn’t have picked him up off the street that day. Embarrassing? Who was he to say that to whom? As he was getting angry, he suddenly sensed something strange and looked down. A sigh escaped Lee-eum’s lips.
What the…
Did this bastard secretly spray pheromones on him? Why else would he suddenly be like this? Just because of a kiss? No. It couldn’t be. He repeatedly denied it, unable to take his eyes off the area between his legs.
Was he finally going crazy? Getting hard from just a kiss?
With a dazed expression, he walked towards the entrance, noticing the shopping bag lying on the ground. He considered throwing it away, but reluctantly picked it up and went upstairs. He opened the door and entered the empty house. A note from Jeong Dae-han was left on the table.
【I forgot I had an appointment. Sorry. Let’s eat later. I had a great time yesterday.】