By Zephyria 
It felt like he was suffocating from the Pheromone scent. Surely, even during his first heat cycle, Kim Yi-eum’s Pheromone was only half of what others had. But now, the amount was quite overflowing, and the scent was also thick. Won-joon pushed his cock all the way in and brought his lips to Lee-eum’s ear.
“Tell me. Did you really try to call that bastard?”
Lee-eum closed his eyes as if to ignore him instead of answering. At the same time, he wrapped his legs around Won-joon’s waist. As he slowly started to move, Lee-eum bit his lip hard and suppressed his moans. His jaw trembled, and blood seeped out between his lips, but he never made a sound.
Won-joon put his fingers inside his lips, pried them open, and kissed him. The taste of blood should have been bitter, but it was strangely sweet. As he licked and sucked every corner, the hole tightened as if it would devour his cock.
He took his lips away and looked closely at his face, and tears welled up in his eyes. His face showed a look of displeasure, but his body kept clinging to Won-joon. Kim Yi-eum was fighting desperately between instinct and reason.
At that sight, Won-joon felt a pang in his heart and sneered.
“Are you crying because you like it?”
“…Don’t… do it….”
“What? Me putting it in your hole and shaking it?”
“Don’t say it…. To anyone….”
“……”
“That I’m an Omega…. Please….”
At that moment, it felt like someone had hit him in the back of the head. Finally, tears streamed down his temples, and his boiling insides were filled with emptiness and helplessness. In the midst of all that, Kim Yi-eum reached out his hand. Hold me. Quickly.
Annoyed, he tried to pull out his cock, but Kim Yi-eum grabbed his arm and shook his head. Don’t pull it out. Hold me. His body trembled, but he asked to be held. Did he even know what he was doing?
Why does he make that kind of face while asking to be held? It makes people feel disgusted.
Won-joon considered it a blessing that he was born an Alpha. He was an object of envy everywhere, and he could hook up with anyone he wanted if he set his mind to it. He thought that Pheromones were really good, and he felt sorry for Betas who didn’t know about them.
But now, he was holding a human being who regarded being an Omega as a curse. He could just ignore it. He could just satisfy his desires as he always did, but why was he so sensitive to every expression and action of his?
Won-joon pulled Lee-eum away and pulled out his cock. Seeing the blood smeared on it, he frowned and rubbed his face. Goddamn it. He spread the hole with his hand to check, and it was red and swollen. As if that stimulated him, Kim Yi-eum tensed his lower abdomen. The muscles became clear, and Won-joon felt another surge of thirst.
Kim Yi-eum trembled non-stop and reached out his hand to be held, and Won-joon rummaged through his discarded pants to find the key. Then, he belatedly found a small key thrown in the corner of the bathroom.
Of all places, in a place where he couldn’t even reach.
Was he that desperate? Was he scared?
Won-joon picked up the key, unlocked the handcuffs, and hugged Lee-eum. The Pheromone scent became even stronger, and the fuse in his head was about to blow. Even while carrying him, Kim Yi-eum groaned.
After laying him on the bed, he took off his wet clothes and looked for a gown to put on him, but all he could find was a towel.
“Cold…. Hold me….”
Won-joon took off all his clothes, got into the blanket, pulled Kim Yi-eum close, and held him in his arms. His breathing was still rough, and his whole body trembled like an aspen leaf, like a beaten puppy.
He had only learned that sex was the way to calm an Omega’s heat cycle, so he didn’t know what to do at all. How long had it been? The symptoms didn’t get better, but worse, and Won-joon was anxious.
“Are you still cold…?”
Kim Yi-eum didn’t respond, and his body became as hot as fire. When he touched his forehead, the heat was directly transmitted to his palm. Was it okay to hold him like this? Should he take him to the hospital? But what if Kim Yi-eum’s Omega status was revealed? Wasn’t that what he had been trying to hide all this time?
Won-joon got off the bed and looked for his cell phone. He was about to contact General manager Lee and tell him to send a doctor who could keep his mouth shut urgently, but he heard a ringtone from somewhere.
Looking around, he found a cell phone rolling on the sofa. Yoo Seol-ah was displayed as the caller, and when he pressed the call button, he heard a hurried woman’s voice from the receiver.
【Lee-eum! Are you okay? I just saw it because I had emergency surgery. Where are you? Did you take your medicine? Tell me your location. I’ll go there right away.】
When there was no answer to the endless questions, the other person called out, “Kim Yi-eum?”
“Who is this?”
【Who are you…?】
There was wariness in the other person’s voice, and Won-joon had a hunch. The reason why Kim Yi-eum didn’t have any hospital records and had been taking suppressants all this time. And the reason why there wasn’t even a trace of an examination.
“Are you, by any chance, a doctor?”
The other person noticed something strange and remained silent, and Won-joon looked back at Lee-eum and sighed quietly.
“Kim Yi-eum’s symptoms are strange. He has a high fever, and he says he’s cold, anyway, I’ll send you the address, so come here. As soon as possible.”
After hanging up, Won-joon sent the address and informed General manager Lee of the situation. Then, he soaked a towel in lukewarm water and wiped his face. He said he was cold, but his body was curled up, and when he touched his forehead, it was burning hot. Won-joon tilted his head to see Lee-eum’s face, which was curled up like a caterpillar.
“Kim Yi-eum?”
Should he just have sex with him? But what if it gets worse? He repeatedly got up and sat down with a troubled mind and paced around the bed when he heard a knock on the door.
He hurriedly opened the door, and a woman was standing there with a bag. Was her name Yoo Seol-ah? Her face was flushed red as if she had run in a hurry. The woman frowned and couldn’t come in from the entrance.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but can you control your Pheromones a little…?”
Ah, I’m sorry. Won-joon controlled his Pheromones, and Yoo Seol-ah came inside.
“Where is Kim Yi-eum?”
When he pointed with his eyes, Yoo Seol-ah quickly went and checked Kim Yi-eum’s condition. Lee-eum. Wake up. She skillfully gave him an injection in his arm, and then she sat on the bed and brushed Lee-eum’s wet hair with a pitiful look.
Won-joon watched the two of them silently.
“His heat cycle is unstable, so it’s like this. I gave him a sedative and a suppressant, so it will calm down.”
“Has he been like this before?”
Yoo Seol-ah looked back at Won-joon.
“You’re Choi Won-joon from Sehwa Construction, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Thank you for your help. Just in case, I’ll be here today. I think you can go now…. I’ll tell you to contact you when his symptoms improve.”
“If it’s okay, I’d like to stay.”
“Aren’t you busy?”
“I can’t leave my Darling when he’s sick.”
Yoo Seol-ah’s mouth opened halfway at the word “Darling.”
“Oh…. I’m embarrassed. I haven’t heard anything like that from Lee-eum.”
“It’s a secret, so please pretend you don’t know. He must have been embarrassed.”
Won-joon went to Lee-eum’s side and held his hand and patted it as if to show off. Darling, wake up quickly. I’m so upset. Yoo Seol-ah flinched and looked back and forth between the two, and Choi Won-joon even rubbed his cheek. Yoo Seol-ah, who was watching, opened her mouth after much deliberation.
“Okay, well, I understand…. If anything happens, please contact me right away.”
She handed over her business card, made one more request, and took her bag and left. When they were alone, Won-joon crumpled Yoo Seol-ah’s business card and threw it in the trash can and went to sit next to Kim Yi-eum.
Perhaps because of the injection, his breathing gradually stabilized. When he touched Lee-eum’s wet hair as the woman had done, he frowned immediately. Won-joon’s lips were firmly closed in a straight line.
He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Kim Yi-eum. The Pheromone scent that had been confusing his mind was gradually disappearing, but his desire for Kim Yi-eum did not subside easily.
He looked at each of his long eyelashes, sharp nose, and moderately thick lips one by one, then quietly closed his eyes.
He couldn’t fall asleep, his head was complicated, and he felt like shit. But I like you so much. Am I crazy…. Wasn’t it just a means to sleep? Do I really like you? With all sorts of thoughts tangled up, Won-joon spent a sleepless night next to Kim Yi-eum for the first time.
He fell asleep briefly around dawn and had a dream. The day he cut off the hand of the guy who kidnapped him with a chainsaw. Blood splattered everywhere, and he ran and ran barefoot through the dark forest to survive. It was just a dream, but he was scared.
Then, when he opened his eyes, a colorful ceiling came into view.
Ah….
Won-joon tried to move his body, but when he felt his hand clanging, he looked up. He witnessed an unbelievable sight, and his thoughts stopped for a moment. His left hand was handcuffed and connected to the metal head of the bed.
Am I still dreaming? He looked to the side, but Kim Yi-eum was gone. As if by a lie, he had disappeared without a trace, and he was left alone in the damp and dingy cheap motel room.
Won-joon frowned.
Detective Kim! Lee-eum!
It’s quiet.
“Darling, don’t do this. I’ll apologize for what happened yesterday.”
It was quiet as expected. Won-joon knew that Lee-eum had left and called General manager Lee. But General manager Lee also didn’t answer, and later he threw away his pride and asked the artificial intelligence on his cell phone.
“Call General manager Lee!”
Only silence returned, and Won-joon was so dumbfounded that he could only laugh. Did he even take his cell phone? Come to think of it, someone had unplugged the landline in the room and thrown it far away. In short, it was complete confinement.