Reasonable Loss - 39

There was also a message from Dokwon. Come to think of it, the message saying he came to the hotel to eat with Seongheon was stopped before sending. If he left now, he could arrive earlier than that. He should go back quickly.

“Shall we wrap up?”

Eunsu hinted at ending the meeting.

“Already? I was going to buy dessert too.”

Seongheon smacked his lips as if regretting.

“Next time.”

Eunsu smiled brightly and picked up his jacket. Then Seongheon jumped up from his seat.

“I’ll go to the bathroom for a bit. Let’s go out together.”

“Ah……, yes.”

Eunsu, threading his arm into the jacket, nodded. Then he pulled out his arm and sat obediently in the chair. Seongheon circled the table and lightly tapped Eunsu’s shoulder, making eye contact. After that, he left the room.

Left alone, Eunsu was looking at the broken macaron. The bright red macaron was presumed to be strawberry flavor. Should he eat it or not. Since it was strawberry flavor, not something else, it probably would not make him nauseous.

Hmm, as Eunsu pondered while moving his Adam’s apple, and picked up the macaron, it was then.

“Ugh……”

Suddenly his heart shrank tightly. It felt exactly like someone grabbing it with both hands and wringing it like laundry.

Under the tremendous pressure, Eunsu’s upper body bent forward sharply. The macaron he held fell to the floor with a thud.

He could not breathe. His chest hurt, and a suppressed groan flowed from his throat. He wanted to scream, but from his open teeth came only the sound of twisted breathing, heave heave. Eunsu clutched his chest to somehow open up his breath. At that moment, red-hot heat ignited from his heart.

“Huhk……”

It was a very hot and intense heat. The heat was not content with warming his entire chest but spread to the ends of his limbs at a ferocious speed. It felt like his bl00d vessels were boiling sizzle sizzle. No, boiling over and about to burst out through the vessels.

The breaths he panted out were hot like fire. His heated uvula seemed about to reflux out of his mouth.

In an instant, Eunsu’s eyes, bloodshot red, scattered wildly left and right. Hot breath. Heat so stinging hot. Body temperature completely different from a cold or flu. Pheromones bursting from sweat pores. Tingling below and itching behind.

It was a familiar sensation.

Heat cycle. It was heat cycle.

“Why……, why suddenly……”

There were still three days left. This could not be.

As Eunsu panted in confusion, his body suddenly tilted diagonally. Ee……, he let out only stupid sounds, and in the meantime fell straight down. No strength entered his limbs. As if all muscles had melted away, he could not control any part of his body.

Eunsu rubbed his cheek on the floor and groaned. It was an unconscious action because the cold floor felt like salvation.

His wriggling on the floor resembled a snake. It also looked like a newborn foal, or a fish without scales. Anyway, it was not human.

Eunsu felt something was off. Over nearly 30 years of living, he had experienced heat cycles countless times. But this piercing sensation was the first.

The air brushing his body hurt like a knife blade. The various smells seeping into his flaring nostrils were extremely disgusting and at the same time ecstatic. Because he faintly sensed the pheromones of some unknown alpha somewhere.

Because of the heat, his brain seemed to melt drip drip, and his eyeballs burned as if on fire.

Was it because he was pregnant. So was it fiercer and more savage than the first heat cycle he experienced at birth.

“Hahuk……”

As Eunsu wriggled his body, he looked up at his jacket draped over the chair. There were portioned suppressants in the inner pocket. He did not know if they would work on heat cycle, but there was nothing he could do right now.

First, take the medicine, and contact Dokwon with the phone on the table.

Eunsu gripped the hem of his jacket with trembling hands. And gritting his teeth, he pulled the jacket down. Then the jacket and chair toppled over. The heavy chair unique to restaurants struck Eunsu’s shoulder.

“Ugh……”

Eunsu swallowed even his scream and ate his groan. It hurt. His bones felt as if cracked and shattered like cookies. However, Eunsu pulled himself together. He groped for the jacket fallen close by and found the pill container.

He wanted to open the lid, but his stupid fingers kept missing tick tick. Then finally when his fingernail caught on the lid’s seam and with a hollow clunk, the pill was revealed.

Bang, the door opened.

At the same time, a familiar pheromone began pouring down on Eunsu like a shower.

It was Dokwon’s pheromone.

“Dokwon…… Dokwon?”

Eunsu lifted his head and tried to look at the door. But Dokwon who opened the door and entered was faster. He strode over with his long legs and squatted in front of Eunsu. Then he brought something to Eunsu’s face. It was a milky spray canister.

As Eunsu half-opened his eyes to confirm what it was, psst. Cold liquid sprayed from the spray.

“Ah……?”

It did not hurt or sting. It just felt cool like mint. Eunsu blinked his eyes quickly. Then his vision began to blur milky white. His already hazy vision completely distorted.

The boundaries of objects disappeared, and he could only distinguish light, floor, ceiling. The person in front became a shadow blur.

Eunsu squeezed his eyes shut hard and then opened them, trying to clear the milky white before his eyes like spilled milk. But it did not improve at all.

“Dokwon… Hoo… Dokwon, right?”

“……”

Dokwon said nothing. Eunsu waved his hand anxiously. And that made sense, because Dokwon’s pheromones felt strangely different from usual.

They were somehow murky, a bit stuffy, and light too. Like old pheromones, maybe. Was it because he was pregnant, in heat cycle, making him sense Dokwon’s pheromones more sharply?

No. It wasn’t like he’d only smelled Dokwon’s pheromones once or twice.

But the person right in front of him couldn’t possibly not be Dokwon. No one else could emit pheromones like these.

Just then, Eunsu’s fingertips brushed Dokwon’s pant hem. Eunsu quickly grabbed it and clutched it tight. His pale hand trembled faintly.

“Dokwon, please… hold me… Dokwon…”

Eunsu called out to Dokwon in a voice thick with distress. Why he was here, how he knew to come, when Seongheon would arrive—none of that mattered. He just needed someone, no, Dokwon, to ease this heat and quench his thirst.

Eunsu twisted his body and pulled Dokwon closer.

“Dokwon, please…”

The gnawing lust made him want to retch. He wanted to strip off his clothes right then and take Dokwon’s thing inside him. He wanted to soak his whole body in Dokwon’s pheromones, shake until his back was slick with sweat. If he didn’t, it felt like he’d just die.

His breath kept catching. His nostrils, true to instinct, kept sucking in Dokwon’s pheromones nonstop, but his tightly clenched mouth wouldn’t let any air out, making his head spin.

But Dokwon showed no reaction, no movement at all, which was oddly strange. He just looked down at Eunsu quietly.

Unable to wait any longer, Eunsu pressed his shaking arms against the floor. He forced his upper body up and locked eyes with Dokwon, who was crouched right in front of him. Well, not really locked—his hazy gaze just stared at where Dokwon’s eyes should be.

“Dokwon…”

Eunsu pleaded as he looked at him. A red tongue lolled weakly from between his plump lips. His heavy eyelids covered half his pupils, and his cheeks flushed a pretty deep pink. His ragged breaths came out in soft pants, fragile yet dripping with raw sensuality.

Omega. The picture of an omega.

“……”

Dokwon gazed down at Eunsu steadily. But he still didn’t do anything.

“Ah…”

Unable to bear the thick silence dragging on, Eunsu started to collapse to the floor with a thud. At that moment, a large hand grabbed his elbow. The grip was rough and unyielding.

Eunsu’s slender body lifted helplessly. Dokwon supported him with one arm around his waist.

Eunsu melted into Dokwon’s arms like he’d been waiting for it. He even buried his nose in Dokwon’s nape out of habit. Because that’s where Dokwon’s pheromones were strongest.

But today… somehow, he couldn’t really sense any pheromones from the nape. Eunsu lifted up on his tiptoes and burrowed even deeper into Dokwon’s embrace. He needed Dokwon’s pheromones, his scent, his warmth. But they weren’t coming on as strong as usual, and it frustrated him.

And the fabric touching his body felt off too. Not a suit or dress shirt, but something like vinyl. What was it? Yeah, like a sports track jacket for working out, or maybe a raincoat.

While Eunsu tilted his head in confusion, Dokwon adjusted his hold on Eunsu’s waist. Now Eunsu clung to Dokwon like a cicada on a tree trunk. His limp legs just dangled between floor and air, useless.

Dokwon carried Eunsu out of the restaurant. Then he took the elevator down to the 20th floor.

The 20th floor was quiet. Dokwon supported Eunsu as he headed to the room at the very end of the hall.

As they passed the long corridor with its red carpet, Eunsu rubbed against Dokwon, pressed his lips to Dokwon’s jaw, and ran his hands over Dokwon’s thick forearms or slim waist.

His body had long since reached its limit, so he wasn’t in his right mind. No matter where they were or who might see, all he wanted was to strip naked and throw himself at Dokwon.

He even forgot his shame and loosened his tie right there in the hallway.

And finally. Eunsu entered the spacious room, cradled in Dokwon’s arms.

Like a drunk, Eunsu leaned against the wall and undid the buttons of his dress shirt. Then he looked at the blurry Dokwon in front of him and staggered toward him.

“Dokwon. I want… I want a kiss.”

Eunsu begged as he clung to Dokwon. Now they weren’t outside anymore, no one else around. Just the two of them. Any lewd thing would be fine.

But for some reason, Dokwon still did nothing. He didn’t kiss Eunsu fiercely until his lips stung, didn’t mount him like a beast. It was weird.

His own pheromones were making even him drunk. So why was Dokwon so composed today?

Eunsu looked up at Dokwon with his foggy mind. But he couldn’t tell what expression the hazy Dokwon wore, what kind of look he had, or even if he was looking at him at all.

He wished Dokwon would touch him. Hold him. Rub against his naked body.

Frustrated, Eunsu reached out and cupped Dokwon’s cheek. He meant to bring their lips together somehow.

But. The face filling his palm, the skin, the warmth—it all felt strangely unfamiliar.

Normally, he wouldn’t have noticed. But now he was in heat cycle, his whole body hypersensitive, even the floating air felt sharp.

Eunsu gathered his sagging body and pressed closer into Dokwon’s arms. And he inhaled deeply, with a soft “hng.”

It smelled like Dokwon. Undeniably Dokwon’s scent.

But it wasn’t the smell coming from Dokwon. It was like someone had doused themselves in Dokwon’s pheromones to impersonate him. The pheromones weren’t seeping from the skin—they were clinging from the vinyl clothes.