Flower Fiancé Chapter 129

This Christmas, coincidentally, was expected to overlap closely with Ji Yeonwoo’s heat cycle period. They estimated roughly around the day before or after Christmas.

Having fully recovered his pheromones as a superior Omega, Ji Yeonwoo’s heat cycle had now returned to a regular rhythm. There was about a one-day margin of error, but that was considered stable enough.

So they had already discussed that they would probably have to spend this Christmas at home. The biggest issue was taking care of Geon-i—since Ji Yeonwoo’s heat cycle now lasted longer than before, about 2 to 3 days, they needed someone to look after him.

They felt it was too much to ask the housekeeper, and they were considering whether to mention it to the main family when—

“How about the two of you go on a trip together for Christmas this year?”

As if reading their minds, Chairman Choi delivered an unexpected suggestion while the whole family was gathered together after dinner.

Choi Moohyuk and Ji Yeonwoo, seated next to each other, widened their eyes in surprise and looked at each other. Chairman Choi, not letting Geon-i out of his arms, continued.

“Don’t worry about Geon-i. Your mother and I will take good care of him, so don’t think about us and go wherever you like.”

“But still, Chairman…”

Just as Ji Yeonwoo, glancing at Choi Moohyuk for cues, was about to speak, Chairman Choi stood up holding Geon-i and cut him off.

“Let us spend some time with Geon-i too. When else would we get this chance if not now? Don’t you agree?”

Speaking in a deliberately hurt tone, Ji Yeonwoo couldn’t add anything more. Turning his head, Ji Yeonwoo glanced at Choi Moohyuk, who simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Geon-a, shall we go see what’s in Grandpa’s study?”

Chairman Choi chuckled heartily and carried Geon-i into the study. Watching this in silence, his new wife shook her head as if she couldn’t help it.

“The Chairman has changed since Geon-i was born. One grandson and the man completely transformed. I used to wonder if that man could ever love his descendants—but here we are.”

Ending with a laugh, she followed Chairman Choi into the study.

A long while later, Geon-i emerged from the study holding a golden toad with diamond eyes in his hands.

Seeing that, Ji Yeonwoo was horrified and told him to quickly return it to Grandpa, but Geon-i whined and wouldn’t let go. Chairman Choi, who had his precious diamond-eyed golden toad taken away, just laughed heartily and told them not to take it from the child, allowing him to keep it.

At that sight, the whole family couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are your family plans? You should have at least two children, I think.”

On the way home, Choi Moohyuk, holding Geon-i who had fallen asleep exhausted from playing with Chairman Choi, spoke up. Choi Minhyeok, who had come out to see them off, chuckled and responded.

“Think carefully before you speak, hyung. If we have a baby, Geon-i might end up being treated like leftovers.”

“This brat is running his mouth again. Yeonwoo, from now on, if Choi Minhyeok comes, don’t open the door for him.”

“Huh? That’s cheap. Where’s the rule for that?”

“Right here. I clearly said it.”

Watching the brothers facing each other grumble again, Ji Yeonwoo laughed and shook his head as if he couldn’t help it.

“Please go in quickly. It’s cold.”

After exchanging a look with Ji Yeonwoo, Choi Minhyeok gently rubbed the soft cheek of the sleeping Geon-i with the back of his hand.

“Then, when is Geon-i coming?”

“We’ll probably bring him on Christmas Eve. Could be earlier.”

Choi Minhyeok lightly held Geon-i’s chubby hand and said goodbye.

“Geon-a, see you at Christmas. Uncle will cancel all his schedules and wait for you.”

At that rather affectionate and mature farewell, a gentle smile spread across Choi Moohyuk’s face as well.

Time flew by quickly. Choi Moohyuk was busy with company work, Ji Yeonwoo was busy with <Flower Fiancé>, and before they knew it, Christmas was right around the corner.

Christmas might have been a peak season for a flower shop, but since he couldn’t operate during his heat cycle, he designated a four-day temporary closure. He could have hired part-timers to run it, but he couldn’t leave the shop to strangers, so that was the decision he made.

Chairman Choi had told them to go on a trip somewhere, but after discussing it, Choi Moohyuk and Ji Yeonwoo decided to just stay home. Since they wouldn’t be able to go out once the heat cycle hit anyway, staying home was actually more comfortable.

And so Christmas Eve arrived.

After dropping Geon-i off at the main house, Ji Yeonwoo had a somewhat worried expression, but Choi Moohyuk was full of anticipation.

“Geon-i will be fine, right? I hope he doesn’t cry because he misses his dads.”

Even as he took off his coat, Ji Yeonwoo couldn’t shake his worry. Choi Moohyuk came over and embraced him from behind.

“Why are you worrying so much? He might even be happier than when he’s at home. If he gets sick, Dr. Kim will take care of him, so what’s there to worry about?”

“Still…”

Seeing his sullen face with the corners of his eyes turned down, Choi Moohyuk grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it down, pressing a kiss to his straight, extended neckline.

“Stop worrying about nothing. Wouldn’t it be better to worry about how you’re going to spend this heat cycle with me?”

The hand that stroked his tender neckline slipped under his shirt, rubbing his flat stomach and chest. At the same time, he deliberately made sounds as he bit and sucked the soft flesh, pressing kisses there.

“Come to think of it, it’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us.”

“Hmm.”

Ji Yeonwoo let out a languid breath and leaned his head back. The moment the back of his head touched his shoulder, Choi Moohyuk bent down to find Ji Yeonwoo’s lips and bit them. After kissing him wetly, Choi Moohyuk grabbed Ji Yeonwoo’s shoulders and turned him around.

“Want to shower together?”

Ji Yeonwoo, his face flushed red, rubbed his face against Choi Moohyuk’s shoulder and nodded.

Every time they moved in the bathtub, the water sloshed and overflowed. No matter how large the tub, it was a bit cramped for two adult men to sit in it together.

Choi Moohyuk took a sip of red wine and reached out to set the wine glass down on the shelf. Then he grabbed Ji Yeonwoo’s chin, turned it toward him, and kissed him. The red wine that flowed between their pressed lips trickled down his jawline. Ji Yeonwoo, swallowing the red wine audibly, looked up at Choi Moohyuk with languid eyes.

When their eyes met, without any need for one to start first, they embraced and kissed. He licked up the red wine that had dripped down to his chin with his tongue, and pressed kisses thoroughly on the corners of his mouth and his languidly opening and closing eyelids as well.

He could intuitively tell that Ji Yeonwoo’s heat cycle was approaching. From Ji Yeonwoo, who had been running the flower shop and had a faint floral scent lingering on his body, his unique pheromone—the sweet peach scent—flowed even more strongly. Though invisible to the eye, the bathroom filled with steam was also saturated with the peach-scented pheromones that Ji Yeonwoo unconsciously released.

Choi Moohyuk surrendered willingly to his beloved’s pheromones. His body burned to the point of aching in his lower abdomen, but there was no need to rush. Since it was their first intimate time in a while, he planned to take it slow and long, spending the heat cycle together.

“…Are you suffering?”

He pulled Ji Yeonwoo, still wet with moisture, into his arms from behind and pressed kisses on his nape and shoulders.

“Not yet, haa, I can still bear it.”

As his hand touched the soft skin, Ji Yeonwoo let out a languid breath and trembled. Instinctively, his hand traced down his body, stroking his flat chest until it reached the taut, raised nubs. His hand didn’t pass over the erogenous points but moved quickly over the protruding flesh.

“Ng, uut…”

Ji Yeonwoo flinched and curled his body. As he wobbled and leaned forward, Choi Moohyuk caught his waist with his other hand, pulled him back, and held him close. With a sloshing sound, water overflowed once more.

Choi Moohyuk turned Ji Yeonwoo, who was squirming in his arms, around to face him. As the aroused center, which had been brushing against him and growing larger, made contact, Ji Yeonwoo’s lean body flinched and collapsed onto his chest. Watching him tremble at even small stimuli, not knowing what to do, Choi Moohyuk stroked his back, kneaded the soft flesh at his waist, and soothed his heat.

“Don’t hold back—if it’s too much, tell me. Okay?”

“…Yes.”

“Would you like some wine?”