Know Him to Use Him

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

More precisely, Woo Jaeyoung—who had scoured the entire country—finally brought him back.

But not whole.

“To sum it up…….”

I calmly looked over the new chart Doctor Jang had brought.

“Aftereffects of an ankle fracture.

Cracked ribs… high inflammation levels, stomach lining damage, 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 this many issues?

I shook my head and flipped the page.

Most of it was medical jargon and numbers I couldn’t even interpret, so the more I read, the more pointless it felt.

“And… miscarriage…… pheromone abnormality?”

At that moment—

Crack.

I heard the sound of something tightening.

Woo Jaeyoung’s grip on the bed rail.

Without even looking at him, I said,

“Don’t break it. They just replaced it four hours ago.”

“It’s just a bed.”

“Sure…….”

Doctor Jang spoke again.

“The important part is the next page.”

The results of brain scans followed.

“There’s no bleeding, but due to trauma to the skull, we conducted thorough testing.

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

I shrugged.

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

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Woo Jaeyoung cut in immediately.

I remembered—

When the IV had come out earlier, the pain hit so hard I couldn’t even scream.

Seeing that, Woo Jaeyoung had completely panicked.

After that, I had to promise three times not to move recklessly again.

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

We believe he has lost interpersonal memories from the past three years…

We’ll confirm later whether it’s long-term, and if there’s further loss.”

I nodded quietly.

Talking about possession or novels right now?

Yeah, I’d get labeled insane instantly.

‘Let’s just say it’s memory loss from shock and figure things out slowly.’

Given how bad my condition was, and since Woo Jaeyoung had stepped in as my guardian—

Focusing on recovery for now made sense.

The problem was—

Doctor Jang.

I knew he was on Gong Chanhyuk’s side.

And Gong Chanhyuk was the villain.

Which meant this guy was dangerous.

After hesitating, I tugged Woo Jaeyoung’s collar.

“I want to talk to you alone.”

Since he was the story’s central figure, staying on good terms with him was important.

Also…

He was clearly trying to take care of me.

At my request, he immediately sent Doctor Jang out and sat closer.

“What is it.”

“……Is he really my doctor?”

“Doctor Jang?”

He glanced toward the door.

“What about him? Remember something?”

I shook my head.

“No. I don’t remember anyone.”

“Then why?”

“Just…….”

I couldn’t exactly say, ‘He betrays you in the original story.’

So instead—

“I feel uneasy around him.”

“Unfamiliar?”

Woo Jaeyoung frowned slightly.

“You didn’t interact with him much before…Just endure it for now.

Given your condition, I can’t expose you to other medical staff. He’s the most reliable.”

Reliable my ass. He’s a spy.

But I swallowed it.

“We’ll take your memory slow. You’ll be here for about a month anyway.”

…What if it never comes back?

For a second, I seriously considered telling him the truth.

But before I could—

His hand reached out and gently brushed my cheek.

“Focus on getting better first. We’ll fix the pheromone issue.”

Right.

Pheromones.

Alpha. Omega. Beta.

He was a dominant Alpha. I was a recessive Omega.

Which meant—

Yeah.

Male pregnancy.

Wild.

“If I lose pheromones… I just become a Beta, right?”

“It’s not that simple.”

He explained.

Broken pheromones = broken body.

Hormonal mess.

Sensory damage.

Potentially permanent.

Great.

Love that for me.

Then he held out his wrist.

“Smell.”

I did.

Nothing.

Just faint cigarette smoke.

“When you recover, you’ll smell it.”

He said it like a promise.

Not to me—

To himself.

I looked at his clenched hand gripping the bent rail.

Then asked—

“Were we married?”

“……No.”

Oh.

“So… dating?”

Silence.

…Bro.

“You acted all intense as the father, so I assumed something serious.”

He struggled to answer.

“We were… close.”

“Close?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t tell me you confused physical and emotional attachment.”

“Yoo Sowon!”

“Good thing the baby’s gone.”

Yeah, I said it.

Because honestly?

With this man?

A kid would’ve been chaos.

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

He snapped back—

“Yeah, because a kid would thrive in a gangster den!”

“Exactly.”

But he didn’t agree.

Instead, he pulled out the old pregnancy test.

Two lines.

Positive.

“……Better.”

“What?”

“Better than you coming back half-dead like this.”

…Fair.
But rude.

Then—

“Two months.”

He looked straight at me.

“Put up with me for two months. I’ll fix everything.

Your body. The people who did this. Everything.”

Slow.

Deliberate.

Heavy.

“I’ll take responsibility for you.”

And then—

“Use me, Yoo Sowon.”

Being happy is hard.

Even more so when your memories are a mess—and your body is wrecked.

But giving up?

That wasn’t an option.

A life without the will to be happy has no meaning.

I knew that much.

“What do you want to do from now on?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“But… I think I should be happy.”

When I said that, Woo Jaeyoung looked at me like I’d said something unexpected.

After a long silence, he ruffled my hair.

“Good answer.”

Like it was something he had never heard from ‘Yoo Sowon’ before.

But that couldn’t be true.

Of course Sowon wanted to be happy.

Otherwise—

Why love him?

Why name the child ‘Wish’?

“……He’s asleep.”

Voices drifted in.

“He’s been out for a while. Fever dropped about two hours ago.”

“About time he wakes up.”

They were close.

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

Didn’t even have to try—

My body felt like wet cotton anyway.

Woo Jaeyoung sighed.

“First time in three days he looks like a human while sleeping. Why is he always sick?”

Doctor Jang chuckled lightly.

“I’m Doctor Jang, you know. You should question something else.”

Inside the blanket, my fists clenched.

‘You fraud.’

I know you’re a spy. And I can’t even say it.

“So why does he keep getting fevers?”

Woo Jaeyoung snapped.

Doctor Jang explained calmly.

Pheromone imbalance. Immune system chaos.

“Give it a few more days.”

Silence.

Then—

A chair scraped closer.

The faint smell of cigarettes.

He sat by my head.

His hand brushed my forehead.

Then my cheek.

Then my neck.

Cooling me down.

Gentle.

If I so much as stirred, he’d pull back immediately.

So I stayed still.

Let him take care of me.

This had been my routine for a week.

He’d leave sometimes.

But I was always stuck in bed.

Honestly?

Annoying.

“Yoo Sowon.”

I opened my eyes slowly.

There he was.

Sharp features. Dark eyes. Scar across his jaw.

Dangerous.

Like a trained attack dog.

And yet—

“Why does such a small thing keep getting sick?”

His hand brushed my face again.

Soft.

Way too soft.

“Don’t get sick when I’m not around.”

…As if I control that.

I pouted slightly.

Too tired to speak.

He rubbed my forehead.

“Sleep. I won’t be here for a few days.”

I think I nodded.

Then blacked out again.

A few days later—

I was better.

Less dizzy. Bruises fading. Stitches healing.

I could move again.

Barely.

Still—I made a decision.

“Let’s go out.”

Because if I stayed here any longer—

I’d become a ghost haunting a hospital room.

After washing up, I opened the door—

“……Huh?”

“Eh?”

Two massive men stood outside.

Like straight out of a gangster movie.

One in a leopard-print shirt with a gold chain.

‘…Yup. Definitely gangsters.’

I stepped back slightly.

They leaned in.

“Yoo Sowon. Where you going?”

I turned to the less intimidating one.

“I want some fresh air…….”

“Fresh air?”

“Yeah—outside.”

He frowned.

“With that body?”

Rude.

“I can walk.”

“If something happens, we’re dead.”

“I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

After whispering to each other, they checked my temperature—

Then brought a wheelchair.

Fair.

I sat down quietly.

Soon, I was outside—

On the rooftop garden.

Fresh air.

Open sky.

Peace.

Finally.

“Sit here too.”

Gamja sat beside me.

“So… what do you want to know?”

I looked at him.

Bright-eyed.

“Hyung.”

“…….”

“Can you help me?”

“…Oh.”

Hooked.

Completely hooked.

“Of course. Ask anything.”

I smiled.

“Tell me about Woo Jaeyoung.”

Two months.

If I was going to use him—

I needed to understand him first.