The Outsider Omega Wants to Be Alone! Chapter 27

His lips and tongue felt parched. Even in his drunken state, Lee Yuseong’s disposition wouldn’t allow him to voice the thoughts pooling in his head. In fact, he couldn’t even figure out what would come next.

If he directly confronted him? What happens after?

Would he ask for an explanation? Demand responsibility?

Lee Yuseong wasn’t an idiot. Though things had improved a lot, he was still well aware of the implicit hierarchy between alphas and omegas that governed the world. Among them, Lee Yuseong was an introverted, passive, and cautious omega. Moreover, he had zero dating history.

His virginity mattered to someone like Lee Yuseong. To alphas who had people swarming around them, it was probably just a one-night fling.

Rather than scratching at a sore and making it worse, quietly burying it was Lee Yuseong’s style. Three weeks was by no means a short time. Sex wasn’t something you did alone, and the person who spent the night with Lee Yuseong had given no indication whatsoever.

It had to be one of the other two besides Choi Jigu.

‘Either it was a meaningless one-night stand, or the other person doesn’t remember that night either.’

For Lee Yuseong, the latter was probably preferable. He thought it was most like him to let it fade away as if nothing happened and avoid it.

Alcohol really is no good. Seeing even the thoughts he tried not to have while sober crawling up in a mess to attack him, Lee Yuseong wished he would sober up quickly. As he rolled his lips and nibbled on them, the hand that had been stroking his head came down and pressed firmly on Lee Yuseong’s lower lip.

“Don’t bite your lip. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The soft thumb gently rubbed Lee Yuseong’s lips as if soothing him. Lee Yuseong, feeling mischievous, considered biting the finger, but with a headache, he just pouted his lips.

“Want me to buy you ice cream?”

“…Do you think I’ll do anything for food?”

“Oh, caught me. Was I wrong?”

“You’re wrong…”

What do you take me for? Just because you’re handsome and pretty? No matter how good-looking you are, I might just bite your finger off.

Gradually, as if right before the film reel snapped, all reason and logic began to fly away. This wasn’t good. Lee Yuseong pushed Kim Wooju away and staggered, bracing himself on the ground to stand up.

Kim Wooju too looked at Yuseong worriedly, stood up, and tried to support him. For a moment, Kim Wooju’s face appeared in Yuseong’s vision. Lee Yuseong quickly stepped back and extended his index finger, pointing at Kim Wooju’s face.

“Hyung, it’s that face that’s the problem.”

Unfazed, Kim Wooju smiled. He kept smiling prettily. It was annoying.

“From now on, when you talk to me, wear a fox mask.”

“Why a fox specifically?”

“Because… you look like a fox…”

His stomach churned. Feeling like his insides were flipping, Lee Yuseong nearly fell over.

Kim Wooju caught and supported him as if embracing him, whispering by his ear.

“Yuseong. If you want to forget everything, you can forget it all. If you want to make it like nothing happened, make it like nothing happened.”

“…”

“Everything, you can do whatever you want.”

It was as if he’d reached into Lee Yuseong’s heart. Stirring that large, pretty hand around, touching the deepest, most central part of his heart. And if he kept at it, Lee Yuseong’s heart would slowly melt away. After soaking and melting completely, he might pour out all his true feelings to Kim Wooju.

‘Why do you talk like you know everything, hyung?’

Lee Yuseong’s lips twitched.

‘Why do you think we’re not that kind of relationship?’

Kim Wooju’s words from Saturday night came back vividly.

No. Don’t ask. Don’t think. He wanted to control himself.

But perhaps the control mechanism had already broken long ago.

“That night…”

Lee Yuseong’s lips were already moving.

“You know what happened that night, don’t you, hyung?”

The tips of his fingers felt faintly numb, so Lee Yuseong curled his hand into a fist. From somewhere, a loud thump thump thump echoed—which he realized was the sound of his own heart.

Kim Wooju, who had been quietly looking down at Lee Yuseong, swept his hair back. Beneath the disheveled strands, his face had lost all trace of a smile.

Lee Yuseong’s chest tightened.

Really?

Does this person know something?

Or perhaps, could Kim Wooju have been the one from that night….

Lee Yuseong couldn’t continue the thought. Because Kim Wooju had taken off Lee Yuseong’s glasses, turning his mind completely white.

Kim Wooju’s hands cupped Lee Yuseong’s cheeks.

“When you make a face like this, it makes me want to tell you everything.”

The touch of those large hands holding his small face, half-enclosed, was tender yet somehow dizzying. Even though he was smiling with such a beautiful face, Lee Yuseong felt a sense of pressure from him.

A dense, viscous pressure. Once you fell into it, it felt like you’d be stuck in a swamp you could never escape.

But Lee Yuseong couldn’t think, couldn’t react, and Kim Wooju was far faster than him.

Slowly, his face began to draw nearer.

With the light behind him, shadows fell across his face—now all Lee Yuseong could see was the dim light reflected in his pupils. A faint breath brushed past the tip of Lee Yuseong’s nose. Lee Yuseong squeezed his eyes shut.

“How amusing.”

But there was no contact anywhere on Lee Yuseong’s face. Instead, a rough grip had grabbed his wrist and yanked him away.

Lee Yuseong’s body lost its balance and tilted back awkwardly. Startled, he opened his eyes and saw Kim Wooju casting a sharp gaze not at him but at someone else—and in the same instant, Yuseong’s body was pressed into someone’s embrace as if caught.

The man wrapped an arm around Lee Yuseong’s shoulder, pressing him against his body, and spoke.

“Is it right to do this with a drunk guy?”

In an instant, Lee Yuseong felt as if all the blood in his body had drained away.

A low, husky voice, cracked and rough.

Lee Yuseong knew this voice.

As his senses kicked in, a familiar scent stung his nose. A powerful alpha pheromone—musky like an animal’s, heavy with smoke, mixed with a spicy kick that burned the nostrils.

This was an outright release. A clear sign of strong antipathy toward someone entering his territory.

His fingertips began to tremble. He felt like he was sobering up. No way.

“Do you know him?”

Kim Wooju asked Lee Yuseong. His face wore a smile, but a sharp chill emanated from it. He completely ignored the man standing behind Yuseong, asking only Lee Yuseong.

“We know each other well. Deeply and stickily.”

There was no need to hesitate any longer. Lee Yuseong tried with all his might to throw the other off. But the arm holding him was too strong, and his efforts came to nothing.

However, with the motion, his head turned, and the other’s face came into view.

The past flashed by.

‘Fucking faggot.’

Thick eyebrows and sharp eyes. Slightly dark skin and overall strong, thick features. A high nose bridge and defined lips. Even the small scar beneath his eye.

Jo Eunha.

He hadn’t changed at all. He was exactly as Lee Yuseong remembered him.

Only his neatly pushed-back hairstyle and the suit he was wearing for the first time gave any sense of the passage of time.

“Let go.”

Lee Yuseong twisted his body as if having a seizure. But the man only chuckled low in his throat and added more strength to his arm. Bending his head low, he brought his face close to Lee Yuseong and spoke.

“Why? You must have missed me, right?”

What a joke. If he could, Lee Yuseong wished never to see Jo Eunha’s face again for the rest of his life.

“Let go, you bastard.”