I Can’t Get Him Out of My Head

Jaeyeol briefly looked down at Seonwoo, who was sleeping with a face as full of fatigue as his own, then got out of bed and walked to the window, throwing it open.
The beautiful, refreshing scenery of a resort, fitting for a honeymoon, came into view.
Yet strangely, his heart only felt heavier.
What bothered him most right now was the scent that had been stiflingly assaulting his nose since earlier.
Leftover from their lovemaking, Seonwoo’s body was emanating a thick pheromone.
Oh Jaeyeol had liked Ahn Seonwoo’s scent.
Enough that the first time he smelled it, he had felt momentarily hazy.
Ahn Seonwoo’s flamboyant, stimulating, intense pheromone had instantly shattered the senses of Jaeyeol, who had never smelled a lover’s pheromones in his life.
Seo Haeyoon, who couldn’t emit a scent no matter how aroused he was, became boring and tiresome.
He didn’t even want to smell the paint scent anymore.
When they were together, watching Seonwoo subtly release pheromones toward him without making a show of it, he had imagined what it would be like to have an Omega lover and felt excited.
After days like that, Jaeyeol had abandoned Seo Haeyoon and chosen Ahn Seonwoo.
So why now, at this moment of finally having the Omega he desperately wanted as his mate, was he feeling sick of his scent?
Why did he miss the subtle scent of Haeyoon’s skin that he could only detect by burying his nose deep?
He heard Seonwoo stirring behind him.
Jaeyeol instinctively tensed, worried he might wake.
They had to be together all day today anyway; he wanted even just a moment to himself.
Holding his breath until he confirmed Seonwoo had fallen back asleep, Jaeyeol let out a small sigh and looked out the window.
He told himself it was probably because the lingering emotions from yesterday’s fight hadn’t fully resolved.
That even though his feelings had cooled, coming to a honeymoon destination he had always naturally assumed he’d visit with Haeyoon made him think of him more out of habit.
Jaeyeol defined his troubled heart in that way.
He thought there couldn’t be any other reason.

* * * *

“Haa….”

Jeongha doused his body with cold water from the shower and let out a deep sigh.
It wasn’t because it was cold.
Quite the opposite.
Wanting to cool the persistent heat in his body, he had even resorted to a cold shower in early winter, but the effect was minimal.
“Is this a rut coming on?”
Even as he said it, he knew best that it wasn’t.
He disliked losing control and acting like an animal, so he regularly took suppressants, and this sensation was distinctly different from rut symptoms.
To be honest, Jeongha knew very precisely the cause of the heat he was feeling right now.
Seo Haeyoon.
He didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other reason.
After Jeongha had barely managed to stop himself, Haeyoon had fallen back asleep, unaware of what had almost happened to him.
He had wanted to leave that house immediately, but unable to abandon a sick person, Jeongha had stayed, pretending not to notice his own self-disgust.
Haeyoon hadn’t woken until late afternoon.
His fever had gone down a bit, but he was still dazed.
Jeongha had acted as if nothing had happened, made sure he ate his porridge and took his medicine, then gone home.
It was the first time in Baek Jeongha’s life he had tried so desperately to appear composed.
Baek Jeongha tried to sort out his thoughts.
It had just been getting caught up in the moment.
He hadn’t been with an Omega for a while, so it was natural for desires to build up.
Of course, Jeongha knew he wasn’t someone who acted on lust with just anyone, especially someone who was sick.
But what could he do?
It made even less sense that he had genuinely lost his composure over Seo Haeyoon, who wasn’t even an Omega.
Jeongha decided to define what happened today as just an incident of that magnitude.
The problem was.
It didn’t work.
He wanted to wrap it up and move on like that, but he couldn’t sort it out.
Even when alone, Seo Haeyoon kept appearing in his mind.
Haeyoon, lying there defenseless with his flawlessly handsome face.
The way he had so readily leaned on him, saying he was sick.
The heat of his mouth, his small, soft tongue, his warm breath, his thin body squirming beneath him.
All of it gripped Jeongha’s every nerve and wouldn’t let go.
What would he be like in bed?
How much would he fall apart?
How did he endure the inevitable physical pain that came with being held by an Alpha for a Beta?
What would his voice, which usually had little inflection, sound like when moaning?
If pushed to his limit, would he cry out?
Seo Haeyoon, frowning, biting his lips, legs spread, trembling underneath him—what, what would he…
“Hoo….”
A hot breath dissipated in the shower stall, which had been full of cold air.
The muscles on one of Jeongha’s arms, braced against the wall, stood out sharply.
His other hand was wrapped around his swollen erection, moving rapidly.
Even the cold water pouring over his body couldn’t quell Jeongha’s arousal.
“Haeyoon… Ha….”
The moment he spoke the name aloud, the pleasure intensified.
Seo Haeyoon’s voice, desperately calling his name between sobbing moans, was vivid as if real.
In the fantasy playing out behind his closed lids, Baek Jeongha roughly held Seo Haeyoon.
This was all imagination, not reality, so there was no need to be concerned about his Beta body.
He pressed his greedy cock against the unprepared hole and forced his way in.
Haeyoon’s body trembled, and he opened his mouth, unable to even moan.
Jeongha, with no intention of going easy on him, filled that open mouth with his tongue and thrust his cock deep inside in one stroke.
The hole, unable to produce its own slick, would accept Jeongha’s cock, glistening with Haeyoon’s own semen and lube.
It would be terribly painful, but the pain would be brief, so it didn’t matter.
Soon, Seo Haeyoon would tremble and feel pleasure with the thrusts of Baek Jeongha’s hips.
“f*ck… f*ck, Seo Haeyoon….”
As the fantasy continued, Jeongha’s hand moved faster.
What would Seo Haeyoon’s face look like when he finally tasted pleasure?
It would be fine even if it was a mess of tears and saliva.
His cold, sharp face would surely be beautiful even in ruin.
As his excitement mounted, his muscles swelled as if truly feeling the pleasure.
At the same time, Jeongha felt a thirst.
Imagination wasn’t enough.
Everything before him now was an illusion.
He didn’t know what the real Seo Haeyoon was like, how Seo Haeyoon truly fell apart in bed.
“Ngh…!”
Soon, Jeongha’s cock spilled its seed.
The semen coating his hand dripped down with the pouring water.
Jeongha let out a ragged breath.
Every time the cold water hit his overheated body, a shiver ran down his spine.
He couldn’t believe he had gotten so aroused by mere imagination.
His desire now felt almost overwhelming.
“Ha… haha….”
As his excitement subsided slightly, a sense of emptiness filled its place.
There had been no special sexual connection between them, yet here he was, unable to shake off his lust for someone who was sick, ending up in this state.
It was absurd.
“f*cking hell.”
But what dirtied Jeongha’s mood even more was the fact that the only Alpha Haeyoon actually knew was Oh Jaeyeol.
That pathetic, despicable man shouldn’t be Haeyoon’s only one.
He couldn’t just let that be.
Without realizing that his body and mind, always completely under his own control, were now entirely fixated on one person, Jeongha couldn’t escape Seo Haeyoon, who filled his mind for the rest of that day.
It wasn’t anything new at this point.

* * * *

“Shouldn’t I be over it by now….”

Haeyoon, who had finally come to his senses late at night, checked his neglected call log and let out a hollow laugh.
He had found Ahn Seonwoo’s name among several missed calls.
He was supposed to be on his honeymoon, yet he’d bothered to call.
His appearance with Baek Jeongha must have been quite a shock.
Even though causing that shock had been the point, he hadn’t expected the impact to be this significant.
Seonwoo had even left a voice message.
Curiosity flickered for a moment about what nonsense he might have spewed, but Haeyoon promptly deleted the message.
It would just be malicious talk meant to insult and hurt him, so there was no need to listen.
Right now, he had more important things to deal with.
[Is your body feeling any better? Call me when you see this.]

Even among messages from friends worried about him, Baek Jeongha’s caught his eye first.
Haeyoon’s fingertip carefully traced the screen.
The image of Jeongha, who had rushed over for him when he was sick, came to mind.
The longer they spent time together, the more he felt like he understood Baek Jeongha less.
The Baek Jeongha in Haeyoon’s memories had been arrogant, cold, and someone who looked down on others’ feelings.
When they met again after years, he seemed more playful, boyish, and an inscrutable person.
But now, Haeyoon wasn’t sure how to define Baek Jeongha.
He was still cold toward Ahn Seonwoo.
He was playful when it came to Haeyoon’s revenge.
Yet at the same time, he was sensitive enough to know Haeyoon was sick just from hearing his voice, and kind enough to come straight to his house with porridge and nurse him.
Were there more hidden sides to him?
If he spent more time with him, if he got to know him more deeply, would he see other sides only visible then?
Haeyoon found himself curious about Baek Jeongha, little by little.
It was an unfamiliar feeling.