Use Me Until You Heal

‘Yoo Sowon,’ who had run away from ‘Woo Jaeyoung,’ reappeared after two months.

More precisely, Woo Jaeyoung—who had searched the entire country like combing through lice—finally dragged him back.

But not in one piece.

“To sum it up…….”

I spoke calmly while looking over the chart Doctor Jang had brought.

“Aftereffects of an ankle fracture.

A cracked rib… high inflammation levels, damaged stomach lining, contusions, a stab wound in the shoulder, cuts on the arms and thighs, drug aftereffects, nasal damage…… wow, I’m out of breath.”

Why are there so many problems?

I shook my head and flipped the page.

The chart was filled with medical terminology and numbers I couldn’t even interpret, so the more I read, the more it felt like a waste of time.

“And… miscarriage…… pheromone abnormality?”

The moment I said that, a cracking sound came from beside me.

It was the sound of Woo Jaeyoung tightening his grip on the metal bed rail.

Without even looking at him, I said,

“Don’t break it. It hasn’t even been four hours since they replaced the bed.”

“It’s just a bed, not a person.”

“Sure…….”

At my indifferent reply, Doctor Jang spoke.

“The important part is the next page.”

The results of various brain scans followed—tests that had been conducted while I was unconscious.

“There was no bleeding, but since there was trauma to the skull, we conducted thorough examinations.

There are signs of a mild concussion… are you experiencing headaches right now?”

I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’m on painkillers. I think I’d have to take the IV out to tell.”

Woo Jaeyoung cut in with a growl.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

When I had fallen earlier and the IV came out, the pain had hit me so badly I couldn’t even scream.

Seeing that, Woo Jaeyoung had completely panicked.

Thankfully, there were still painkillers I could take, and once the IV was reattached, I had to promise—three separate times—not to move recklessly again.

“As you know, Mr. Yoo Sowon’s memory condition is extremely unstable.

We believe he has completely lost interpersonal memories from the past three years… however, we’ll need to see if this is a long-term condition after his physical recovery.

We also need to examine whether there are further memory losses.”

I nodded quietly.

Telling them about possession or novels right now would only get me labeled insane.

‘There must have been some kind of accident before I possessed this body…

I’ll just say I can’t remember because of the shock and figure things out slowly.’

I hadn’t expected my condition to be this bad, but since Woo Jaeyoung had taken on the role of guardian, focusing on recovery for now didn’t seem like a bad idea.

The problem was—

The person involved in my recovery was that ‘Doctor Jang.’

Knowing that he worked for Gong Chanhyuk, and that Gong Chanhyuk was the antagonist opposing Woo Jaeyoung, made him incredibly unsettling.

After a moment of hesitation, I tugged on Woo Jaeyoung’s collar.

“I want to talk to you alone for a moment.”

Since Woo Jaeyoung was both the narrator and central figure of the story, it seemed best to maintain a good relationship with him.

Whether I liked it or not, he was also my guardian—and despite his roughness, he was clearly trying to take care of me.

At my words, Woo Jaeyoung immediately sent Doctor Jang out.

Then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.

“What is it.”

“……Is he really my doctor?”

“Doctor Jang?”

Woo Jaeyoung glanced toward the door, then leaned closer to me.

“What about him?
Did you remember something?”

I shook my head.

“No. I don’t remember anyone.”

“Then why?”

“Just…….”

If I said, ‘He betrays you in the original story,’ he’d probably have me admitted to a psychiatric ward immediately.

So instead, I decided to act uneasy.

“I don’t know… something about him feels strange.

When I look at his face, I feel… uneasy.”

“He feels unfamiliar to you?”

Woo Jaeyoung frowned and examined my face.

“Maybe because you didn’t interact with him much before…

Still, just endure it for now.

If you were fine, it’d be different, but given what happened to you, I can’t expose you to other medical staff.

Doctor Jang is the most reliable.”

I resisted the urge to grab my hair in frustration.

Reliable?!
Hyung! That guy’s a spy!

“We’ll take your memory slow.

You’ll be hospitalized for about a month anyway.

It’s not like it’ll never come back.”

It might not come back at all.

Should I tell him that the person inside had been swapped out?

I stared at him seriously for a moment.

Seeing my expression darken, Woo Jaeyoung quickly reached out and stroked my cheek.

His rough fingertips moved carefully, gently brushing over my skin.

“For now, focus on getting better.

We’ll deal with the pheromone issue first.

The miscarriage is one thing, but your pheromone gland itself seems damaged.”

I recalled Doctor Jang’s explanation.

Aside from biological s*x, there was a secondary classification based on pheromones.

People were divided into Alphas and Omegas, while those without such traits were called Betas.

‘Among them, dominant types are stronger and easier to control, while recessive types are unstable and harder to manage.’

Even if biologically male, an Omega could become pregnant.

And even if biologically female, an Alpha could impregnate others.

Apparently, Woo Jaeyoung was a dominant Alpha, and I was a recessive Omega.

That was how, despite both being male, I could have been pregnant with his child.

At that thought, I blinked.

“If I live without pheromones… doesn’t that just make me a Beta?”

Woo Jaeyoung let out a dry laugh.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Really?”

“What’s broken isn’t the same as something that was never there.

Pheromones are like hormones.

If they’re damaged, it puts strain on your body.

It doesn’t just end with a miscarriage.”

“Mm.”

“Your cycle could get messed up, or the pheromones stuck inside your body could damage your other senses.

If you can’t control what’s inside you, it becomes poison—and there’s no fixing that.”

I didn’t feel particularly attached to a child I didn’t even remember,

But the idea of my senses being damaged?

That wasn’t great.

Getting sick for no reason just feels unfair.

Woo Jaeyoung held out his wrist.

Not understanding, I stared blankly—until he told me to smell it.

I carefully brought my nose close.

There was no scent.

Just a faint trace of cigarette smoke lingering from his body heat.

“When you recover, you’ll be able to smell it someday.”

His face twisted suddenly.

The veins on his clenched fist stood out sharply, like he wanted to explode—but when he looked at me, his gaze softened.

“Yeah. We’ll fix it.”

It sounded less like reassurance for me, and more like a promise to himself.

I looked at his hand gripping the bent bed rail and spoke carefully.

“Woo Jaeyoung… hyung?
I have a question.”

“What is it.”

“Were we married?”

His sharp, sculpted face went blank for a moment.

Like he had been caught off guard.

“……No.”

What?

So it was a shotgun situation?

“Then… were we dating?”

His expression became even more blank.

Still handsome—but now just… confused.

“Dating……?”

Is that word hard to understand?

I tilted my head.

“If we weren’t, then why would we do… that?”

“That?”

Seriously?

You call me a kid, but now you’re pretending not to understand?

I frowned and demonstrated with my hands.

Only then did Woo Jaeyoung’s mouth fall open.

“You… crazy.

Where did you learn such vulgar gestures?”

“So it wasn’t a one-night mistake……?”

“Hey!”

“If it’s not, then just say so.

Why are you getting mad?

I’m the patient.”

I paused, then asked again.

“So we were dating, right?”

He didn’t answer.

“Hyung? Why are you suddenly quiet? Mr. Woo Jaeyoung?”

“…….”

…Seriously?

“You acted all serious as the father, so I thought there was something more.

But you weren’t even married or dating, and you got that angry just because I ran away with the baby?”

“No, it’s just…….”

“What’s the point of being the father?

Not a boyfriend, not a husband.

Even if the baby had been born, you wouldn’t have raised it anyway.”

Even though these were Yoo Sowon’s circumstances before I possessed him, saying it out loud like this left a bitter taste.

Woo Jaeyoung grabbed his head, flustered, and spoke haltingly.

“No, I mean… it was like dating, right?

Anyway, you loved me, and I loved you… that’s how it happened.”

“If you were dating, then you were dating. What do you mean ‘like’?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re confusing physical attachment with emotional attachment?”

“Yoo Sowon!”

“Good thing the baby’s gone…….”

Forget wishes or whatever—

With someone this vague, who couldn’t even properly say we were together,

It was probably better there wasn’t a child.

Even for me—being told to give birth right after possessing this body would’ve broken my mind.

“I can’t raise a child. And you can’t either.”

Woo Jaeyoung snapped.

“Yeah, because a kid would grow up so well in a gangster den!”

“Exactly. So it worked out.”

But he couldn’t agree with me.

His face twisted as he bit down on his lip, pulling out the positive pregnancy test again from his jacket.

Like a habit, curses slipped from his mouth.

“……Better.”

“What?”

“It’s better than you coming back beaten to a pulp like this, damn it.”

It wasn’t wrong—

But hearing that as the one who had been beaten to a pulp felt a bit harsh.

As I stared silently, he dragged a hand down his face and spoke sharply.

“Two months.”

“…….”

“Even if you hate it, just put up with me for two months.

I’ll fix everything in that time.

Your broken body, the bastards who did this, the hospital bills—whatever it takes.”

He enunciated each word slowly, like he was biting them out.

“Until then, I’ll take responsibility for you.”

“…….”

“As the father, as a husband, as a boyfriend—

Or if none of that… then at least as your guardian.”

For some reason, it sounded like a plea.

“Use me, Yoo Sowon.”