Flower Fiancé Chapter 25

Actually, the living room was filled with the pheromones of the dominant alpha that Choi Moohyuk had released. And for Ji Yeonwoo, who had no pheromones, only Choi Moohyuk’s pheromones had thoroughly soaked into him. It was to the extent that even if another alpha merely brushed past him, they would know he was an omega who already had a mate. Of course, Ji Yeonwoo would be unaware of all these facts.

Since his body had no pheromones and couldn’t even detect pheromones.

It was a preference he had only realized recently. The mere thought that his omega was filled only with his pheromones was enough to make the back of his neck flush and ache with heat.

Choi Moohyuk, binding Ji Yeonwoo’s flinching upper body, obsessively made marks on his chest. As the red and mottled kiss marks increased one by one, blood also achingly rushed to the center of Choi Moohyuk. He wanted to thrust inside Ji Yeonwoo right away, but since it was his first time, he intended to soothe and coax him as much as possible.

While Choi Moohyuk was biting and sucking Ji Yeonwoo’s chest, the hand that had been sweeping down his dry spine and heading downward grabbed Ji Yeonwoo’s buttocks below the pants. The flesh of the legs wrapped around his waist and clinging started to tremble.

“Haa, this…. This isn’t it….”

Ji Yeonwoo, unable to endure the frighteningly surging pleasure, let out a crying sound. Even hearing the pleading voice of Ji Yeonwoo, Choi Moohyuk didn’t stop. He merely thought it was a plea steeped in excitement.

When Choi Moohyuk wouldn’t comply, trembling hands hugged his head and held on. As if craving something desperate, each time he adjusted his slipping hands and held him again, more strength entered. Without looking, Choi Moohyuk took hold of Ji Yeonwoo’s hand, removed it, and interlaced their fingers as if soothing him. Then, he licked the rim of Ji Yeonwoo’s ear with his tongue and lightly bit the small, cute earlobe with his teeth.

“What isn’t it? Since it’s your first time, I’m being especially gentle.”

He knew anyway that they couldn’t go all the way today. Not only was it unplanned, but since there would be no gel or condoms here, overlapping bodies with Ji Yeonwoo, who didn’t produce pheromones, would be difficult without the help of tools. Though there was inconvenience, it was something he had fully expected and considered after deciding to meet Ji Yeonwoo. So today, he intended to just tease him moderately and then stop.

He went down again and sucked on the red, swollen chest….

“Gentle, heuk, it’s not.”

“…What?”

The voice ringing above the crown of his head jolted him awake. In Choi Moohyuk’s refocused vision, he saw Ji Yeonwoo’s chest, which had somehow become a mess of teeth marks and kiss marks.

Reflexively frowning, Choi Moohyuk snapped his head up. And the moment he saw Ji Yeonwoo’s face, Choi Moohyuk’s eyes widened greatly.

“Heuk, this, this isn’t it.”

Ji Yeonwoo shook his head, choking back tears.

“What do you mean… Mr. Ji Yeonwoo.”

“More, more… heut, more, roughly….”

It was as if cold water had been poured over the crown of his head—he was instantly jolted to full alertness. With both eyes squeezed tightly shut, Ji Yeonwoo’s pallid face was smeared with tears.

Just since when had he been making this face?

Ji Yeonwoo was barely in his right mind. The abnormal trembling of his hands, the speech pattern different from usual. Everything was unfamiliar.

This was not a face steeped in pleasure. Fear, yes. It was rather fear. To say it was because he touched without permission—he had no particular memory of doing anything coercively. Then what on earth was the reason for this? Feeling confusion, Choi Moohyuk narrowed his eyes.

“…Roughly, you say?”

At the question, Ji Yeonwoo nodded, voice thick with tears. Then, his hands groped and cupped Choi Moohyuk’s face. The lips that touched him were as cold as ice, just like the hands cupping his face.

Smack, smack.

Ji Yeonwoo kissed Choi Moohyuk’s closed lips. Unlike the sensitive figure who had ejaculated just from his chest being stimulated a few times, it was an extremely clumsy kiss. When Choi Moohyuk still wouldn’t open his lips despite the kiss, Ji Yeonwoo lowered his hands.

Ji Yeonwoo’s hand swept past Choi Moohyuk’s chest with its defined muscles beyond the half-unbuttoned shirt, and stroked the chiseled abdominal muscles. Not stopping there, his hand went further down and reached the firmly bulging center of Choi Moohyuk.

Even with hands that trembled abnormally, he moved as if manipulated by invisible strings.

In the brief moment his attention wavered, a clinking sound was heard. Pausing, Choi Moohyuk refocused his eyes, and upon seeing the belt that fastened the pants being undone, he deeply furrowed his brow.

“What are you doing right now… Mr. Ji Yeonwoo.”

Choi Moohyuk scowled and twisted Ji Yeonwoo’s wrist to stop him.

“Heup, heuk, heu….”

With his wrist caught, Ji Yeonwoo couldn’t even meet his eyes and bowed his head, sobbing. Only then did Choi Moohyuk notice that something was strange.

“Mr. Ji Yeonwoo.”

“….”

“Yeonwoo.”

Even at the call, Ji Yeonwoo couldn’t stop crying.

“I’ll… do well. I’ll do well. So the suppressants, I don’t want to take them.”

Ji Yeonwoo, speaking while sobbing, lifted his head and looked at Choi Moohyuk. His completely vacant pupils had no focus.

“Please, the suppressants… ha, haa….”

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, the strength gradually drained from Ji Yeonwoo’s body.

“…!”

Reflexively, strength entered the arm wrapped around his waist. The moment he saw the figure growing increasingly limp in his arms, his heart sank with a thud.

It seemed he couldn’t leave things like this. Choi Moohyuk adjusted the hand that had been gripping the wrist. To share body heat, he held the hands together and blew warm breath onto them. Even so, the lost warmth didn’t easily return.

Thinking this couldn’t go on any longer, he looked around. He saw a blanket hanging on the sofa. Urgently stretching out his arm to pull the blanket over, Choi Moohyuk wrapped it around Ji Yeonwoo’s body and held him, blanket and all, in his arms.

Wrapped up tightly like a silkworm cocoon in the blanket, Ji Yeonwoo leaned his face against Choi Moohyuk’s chest. The trembling gradually subsided, but the tears didn’t stop easily.

“Do you want me to treat you carelessly?”

Ji Yeonwoo, sobbing softly, nodded his head hastily as if agreeing to those words.

“Do you like being hurt?”

Fine moisture clung to the tightly closed eyelids. Though he seemed completely out of it, the way he nodded and answered Choi Moohyuk’s questions as if under hypnosis was both fascinating and strange.

“You shouldn’t like things like that.”

“…!”

“It’s not my taste either.”

Over the blanket, he stroked the bony spine where the bones could be felt bumpily.

“Why would you like something like that.”

His words and actions were so completely different that it was all the more puzzling. When he murmured low, Ji Yeonwoo hesitated before leaning his head against his chest. The sound of softly breaking breaths could be heard near the chest. It was the sound of him opening and closing his mouth, trying to force an answer.

In the end, no answer could be heard from Ji Yeonwoo that day. The trembling in his arms gradually subsided, and his breath, full of anxiety, regained stability as time passed. Ji Yeonwoo fell asleep just like that, held in Choi Moohyuk’s arms.

Between the completely lowered lashes, tears still lingered. Holding Ji Yeonwoo in his arms, Choi Moohyuk sank into thought.

The answer seemed within reach yet wouldn’t come, making his heart frustrated. Combining the thoughts swirling chaotically in his head one by one, Choi Moohyuk eventually hit a dead-end wall and let out a small, empty “huh.”

The relationship that had started merely from simple attraction was transforming into a relentless swamp, sucking Choi Moohyuk in.

∞ ∞ ∞

The noise of a phone vibrating came from beside his head. As soon as he opened his eyes narrowly, bright light seeped in. Closing his eyes deeply again, he turned his head away. The air touching his bare skin, with no shirt on—he didn’t know when he had taken it off—felt chilly.

Seeing that day had broken, morning had apparently come already. He knew he had to get up, but his condition wasn’t good enough to just get up all at once.

There would be multiple reasons. The shock that had felt like ice water being poured over the crown of his head was the first reason, and the second reason was that the many complicated thoughts that followed that shock were dominating his head. Whatever it was, Ji Yeonwoo was in every reason.

As he lightly tossed his body, he felt a heavy weight on one arm. Reflexively opening his eyes, he turned his head. Ji Yeonwoo, lying on Choi Moohyuk’s arm like a pillow, was asleep in a position turned toward him. Both hands were neatly gathered in front of his chest.