The World of Contrasts Vol. 4 Chapter 2

Only then did Jaemin realize he had touched Pandora’s box. He must have loved him so much that he couldn’t handle the situation. Another fact also became clear: why Daeyoung hadn’t explained the situation to him clearly.

“…Fuck…”

Jaemin shook his flushed face irritably. He blew out air to calm his stinging nose, clearing his throat which felt swollen.

“…Jang Jaemin.”

“Give me some time to think.”

“Jaemin.”

Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s arm as he was about to leave the room.

“Didn’t you tell me to get lost, you bastard?”

Jaemin turned around slowly. He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked into Daeyoung’s deep, wavering eyes.

The eyes that had felt so numb and cruelly cold a moment ago were his own misconception. The emotions locked inside burst out.

It took a few seconds for Jaemin to recognize the droplets rolling down Daeyoung’s cheeks as tears.

Daeyoung was crying. Even in that situation, he was crying in a way that was so quintessentially him.

“I didn’t want to say such things to you.”

Jaemin frowned at him. It was an ironic sight, like tears flowing from a statue, yet it made his eyes sting.

“Ha, fuck…”

He wanted to escape from this melodramatic scene of hugging and crying.

When Jaemin wrapped his arms around Daeyoung’s neck and their lips met, Daeyoung hugged him tightly. Daeyoung, who usually enjoyed voracious kisses, was even more so today. His lips were swollen red from the intense sucking, and the sticky saliva mixed with the taste of tears was bitterly sweet.

“Did you really want me to leave?”

“I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

“Why.”

“Because that would be the ‘evidence’ you’ve been looking for.”

“…”

“You can’t escape from me, Jaemin.”

Daeyoung gripped Jaemin’s nape tightly as he embraced him. Jaemin whispered to him, panting.

“I won’t apologize. Ha… It’s not my fault I can’t remember.”

“Yeah. Don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

If Daeyoung expected an apology from Jaemin, he would be less than human. Jaemin’s eyes, hanging onto Daeyoung’s neck, were filled with a mix of sadness, guilt, desire, and desperation.

Daeyoung’s provocation, based on the assumption that Jaemin’s temperament hadn’t changed even with amnesia, worked. Jaemin must have been driven mad by the thought of possibly being abandoned, unable to bear it. All the blood in his veins must have boiled to the point of explosion.

Even if Jang Jaemin’s mind doesn’t remember, his body surely does. How can I dare speak of separation when you hold my heart so tightly?

But you know what, Jang Jaemin?

“There’s one more thing I haven’t told you.”

“…Is there something else I should be shocked about?”

“Should I not say it?”

“Just say it.”

Jaemin frowned with a bad-tempered look. Daeyoung kissed his high nose bridge and lips in turn, slowly releasing pheromones to the point where Jaemin couldn’t notice. At the same time, he spoke with eyes that seemed to imprison him.

“We’re married.”

“…Ha…”

“Legally, you’re my spouse.”

I’m much more of a scoundrel than you think.

✽ ✽ ✽

In the quiet space, the sound of a lighter clicking was heard.

Daeyoung, in a dark room, faced the screen emitting light, slowly smoking a cigarette. The screen swept over the red carpet and walls before stopping at a brown door. Click, the door opened, and finally, Jaemin stood up.

“Hello. I’m Jang Jaemin.”

“…I’m Shin Joohee. It’s been a while.”

Shin Joohee’s voice was calm when she met Jaemin after years, but there was an unavoidable tremble. She soon cleared her throat and walked into the room, sitting at the table by the window opposite Jaemin.

The camera on the alligator leather bag captured Jaemin’s profile, hesitating about what to say.

Jaemin chewed his lip for a moment before smiling slightly.

“…As you might have heard, I don’t remember the past.”

“Yes. I heard from Chairman Jang. I didn’t expect Jaemin to contact me directly.”

“Thank you for coming to such an uncomfortable place.”

There was a sense of distance in Jaemin’s tone. It must have been even more evident to Shin Joohee, sitting across from him. Daeyoung tried to imagine what Shin Joohee might be thinking but couldn’t quite grasp her sentiment.

Is Jang Jaemin still a painful memory for Shin Joohee, or is he the partner of her biological child, whom she must respect forever for her own preservation?

“I didn’t tell Chairman Jang as you requested. He would worry unnecessarily anyway.”

Shin Joohee was surprisingly adept at lying. Daeyoung had given her a heads-up that Jaemin might contact her. He had also precisely instructed her on what to do after meeting Jaemin.

“You were listed as my witness on the marriage certificate.”

“Yes.”

Jang Jaemin seemed to accept the fact of his marriage calmly after checking the documents, but Daeyoung, who knew his nature, anticipated that he would question it again.

“Being a witness means we were close, right?”

“I’ll give you her contact. You can ask her directly.”

“No. It would be rude since I don’t remember. But I might not have her number, so please tell me.”

Jaemin, after receiving the phone number, contacted Shin Joohee exactly two weeks later.

“Do you, by any chance, know me well?”

Shin Joohee seemed a bit flustered by Jaemin’s question. Although the camera didn’t capture her face, her smooth hand, holding the coffee cup, was trembling. Daeyoung’s jaw tensed as he bit down on his cigarette.

“No, I don’t know you well.”

“Then why is your name listed as my witness?”

“Didn’t Chairman Jang tell you who I am?”

Jaemin answered with an awkward smile.

“No.”

Since their fierce argument about the marking, Jaemin had stopped asking Daeyoung every detail. For Daeyoung, it meant his crocodile tears had worked. He had been on edge, worried Jaemin might rush out in anger.

“I’m Chairman Jang’s mother.”

“Ah…”

As expected, Jaemin narrowed his eyes sharply. Why didn’t this bastard tell me this important information beforehand? Daeyoung smirked, seeing the look of irritation cross Jaemin’s face.

“I’m sorry. I was rude.”

“Please sit, it’s okay.”

Shin Joohee made Jaemin sit back down after he had stood up to bow.

“I thought there was some resemblance in the atmosphere, but I didn’t know you were his mother.”

“…Chairman Jang and I aren’t exactly close.”

An awkwardness fell over Jaemin’s face, but Shin Joohee continued calmly, unaffected.

“Probably all families like ours are like that. Marriages between elite alphas are mostly about mutual benefit, so the children born from such unions are somewhat distant in terms of affection.”

“But…”

When Jaemin opened his mouth with difficulty, Shin Joohee paused with her teacup halfway up.

“What is it?”

“I thought you loved your son enough.”

“…Why do you think that?”

Shin Joohee’s surprise was palpable through the screen. Daeyoung watched Jaemin quietly, almost holding his breath. Jaemin gave a slight smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“Normally, if you opposed such a marriage, you wouldn’t have gone out of your way to be my witness and stamp your seal.”

“…Opposing it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.”

“Well, that’s just my thought. But you are very beautiful. Daeyoung should be grateful to have a mother like you.”

Jaemin said cheekily as he sipped his coffee. He had naturally chosen the hotel as the meeting place and picked the coffee to his taste, even the angle at which he tilted his cup was the same as before.

However, his attitude was completely different. The old Jaemin would never have given insincere flattery, and Shin Joohee, who had raised him, would know this best. She must be feeling like she’s looking at someone with only a familiar face.

“Today… hmm… why did you want to see me?”

As Shin Joohee cleared her throat to speak, Jaemin answered with a faint smile.

“Honestly, there are many things I want to ask Daeyoung, but considering his temperament, I might unintentionally hurt him. I don’t know what Daeyoung has told you, but I…”

“I heard you’ve forgotten the past. Completely. All of it.”

Shin Joohee’s voice trembled, almost imperceptibly, as she added that last part.

Daeyoung licked his dry lips, watching Jaemin nod on the screen. He had been curious since Jaemin said he wanted to meet Shin Joohee – what exactly did Jaemin want to confirm from her?

“The date on the marriage certificate… it was six years ago, which was when Daeyoung was already sentenced and in prison.”

“Yes.”

When Shin Joohee gave a short confirmation, Jaemin paused for a moment before asking,

“…In the midst of all that, was there the mental space to file for marriage?”

It was only natural. Daeyoung intended to take everything Chairman Jang had built and give it to Jaemin. Chairman Jang had already stripped Jaemin of his son status through a custody lawsuit, all while Jaemin was in the hospital, living like a corpse.

Of course, Shin Joohee didn’t make the mistake of telling the whole truth. Instead, she gave an answer Daeyoung would approve of.

“…Jaemin wanted it.”

“Me?”

Jaemin pointed at himself with his index finger, asking in a slightly dazed tone. Daeyoung sucked on his cigarette, thinking he wanted to put his tongue in Jaemin’s slightly parted lips, which seemed out of character.

“Yes, whether Daeyoung was in prison or not didn’t matter. You said you wanted to marry him and properly support him while he was in jail.”

“Crazy, shit…”

Jaemin, surprised by his own audacious behavior, scratched his temple and let out a hollow laugh before quickly adding more.

“I’m sorry. That was just me talking to myself.”

“I can vouch that Jaemin really liked Chairman Jang. I don’t know how much you’ll believe it, but…”

Shin Joohee, seemingly choked up, clinked her coffee cup down again. Daeyoung focused on her actions, breathing heavily.

Shin Joohee was one of the few who knew about Jaemin’s cruel past. She had never been one to speak carelessly, but Daeyoung couldn’t help feeling anxious.

If things went wrong, he might have to set off the fire alarm in the room.

“From the first glance, Jaemin wasn’t the type to care for someone he didn’t like.”

“Was my personality that shitty, I mean, that bad?”

When Jaemin asked with furrowed brows, a sigh-like sound escaped from Shin Joohee. Seeing Jaemin awkwardly smile, Shin Joohee probably smiled too.

“It’s not that; you were just particular. After all, this world isn’t exactly kind to omegas. Well… I’m not in a position to say that.”

Jaemin seemed to remember that she was an alpha and opened his mouth with an “Ah.”

“…Are you uncomfortable with me, by any chance?”

Jaemin moved his chair slightly away from the table, distancing himself from Shin Joohee. She waved her hand as if she knew what he was thinking.

“If it’s because of the pheromones, don’t worry about it.”

Daeyoung thought there was no way Shin Joohee would go into heat for someone she had considered her son for over twenty years. But… seeing this unfamiliar person who looked like the shell of the old Jang Jaemin, he couldn’t help but worry about any other feelings she might have.

For Daeyoung, the fact that Shin Joohee was an elite alpha who could go into heat for an omega was more significant than the fact she was his biological mother. Just like his father had been.

Daeyoung stubbed out his finished cigarette and lit another one, taking a deep drag. He watched intently as Jaemin, with a serious expression, opened his mouth to speak to someone he had long believed to be his mother.

“You’re kind.”

“…What?”

There was surprise in Shin Joohee’s voice. Jaemin smiled at her and continued.

“It seems like you genuinely care about omegas.”

“…Because it’s sincere. Being born with such a trait can be unfortunate.”

Daeyoung’s lips twisted. For someone born an elite alpha to say such things was hypocritical. But Jaemin’s response following this annoyed him even more.

“Ah… I sometimes think that too. Haha. It feels like we have a lot in common. Was it like this before too?”

After a brief silence, Shin Joohee suddenly grabbed her bag, causing the camera angle to shift.

“…”

Daeyoung frowned at the camera now showing the empty room. Then Shin Joohee’s voice came through.

“Jaemin, if you have time, would you like to have dinner?”

“Pardon?”

“There’s a good Italian place here… I’d like to treat you to a meal. Since I’m like a parent to you…”

Hearing up to that point, Daeyoung scoffed out loud. No, that won’t do. Acting like a parent to Jang Jaemin now? You’re not qualified.

He grabbed his phone and made a call immediately, and Jaemin answered with a “Hold on.”

―Hello.

“Where are you?”

―I went out for a walk because I felt stifled.

Looking through the screen at the omega who had gone for a walk to a luxury hotel, Daeyoung spoke softly.

“Is that so? What should I get for our dinner tonight?”

He asked as if it was only natural for them to have dinner together. He had no intention of letting Jaemin have dinner with Shin Joohee.

If Jaemin tried to make excuses to spend time with Shin Joohee, Daeyoung would ensure an ‘accidental’ meeting in the hallway the moment Jaemin left the room. That’s why he had booked the room next to where Jaemin was staying.

“Jaemin?”

Jaemin seemed to hesitate for a moment but then spoke in a nonchalant voice.

―It’s fine, I’ll buy something faster than ordering from you.

“Okay. See you at home then.”

―Yeah.

“Honey.”

As Daeyoung held onto his words, trying to leave, Jaemin fell silent for a moment. The camera Shin Joohee was holding illuminated Jaemin’s lower body as he moved away from the window. Jaemin, having moved a bit away from Shin Joohee, whispered into his phone.

―…Why.

Daeyoung was frustrated not being able to see Jaemin’s expression. As if to bite into his red, embarrassed ear, Daeyoung whispered softly.

“I feel like I’m going crazy wanting to have sex with you right now.”

Surprisingly, Jaemin, who Daeyoung thought would be flustered and end the call hastily, was calm. After a brief silence that made Daeyoung anxious, Jaemin responded.

―Me too.

A thrilling pleasure spread through Daeyoung’s bloodstream.

“I love you.”

With a satisfied smile, Daeyoung whispered gently, and Jaemin held him back with a “Wait.”

“Why?”

―Do you want to go out for dinner? I met your mother, I’ll explain in detail when we meet.

Daeyoung watched as Jaemin, holding the phone slightly away, asked Shin Joohee, “Can I eat with Daeyoung?” The omega’s determination to hide nothing from him was enough to ignite a fire in his gut.

―Ah… it won’t do. My mother has a prior engagement.

“Is that so? That’s a shame.”

Though his voice didn’t sound genuinely disappointed, he didn’t bother to hide his tone. It was natural for Shin Joohee to decline since she wouldn’t enjoy eating at the same table with him. Daeyoung smiled and continued.

“But let’s go out for dinner anyway. Is Italian okay?”

From the phone, Jaemin’s voice chuckled softly, “As if we’re not mother and son…” Daeyoung rubbed his hand over Jaemin’s face on the screen and chewed his inner lip.

They wouldn’t need to order an appetizer.

✽ ✽ ✽

The hotel restaurant recommended by Shin Joohee was worth the money. Jaemin thought his choice to bring Daeyoung here was correct.

The flavors of the main dishes, the fish, and the steak were excellent, and the appetizers were reminiscent of an Italian home-cooked meal, making them easy to enjoy.

Since the head chef at this restaurant was someone who had often taken Jaemin out during his school days under Shin Joohee’s guidance, it was natural that the food suited Jaemin’s taste. Of course, from Jaemin’s perspective, he only thought that Daeyoung’s mother had good taste.

“When were you going to tell me that Shin Joohee is your mother, such an important fact?”

As Jaemin happily ate his food, he asked, and Daeyoung smirked.

“Is it that important?”

Jaemin shook his head, thinking he could never understand what was going on in Daeyoung’s mind.

“If I had known sooner, I would have been more careful than this.”

“You’re already perfect, what more could you do?”

Worried that someone might hear, Jaemin looked around with a frown, but Daeyoung was calm. He tilted his wine glass, seemingly not very hungry.

“Are you upset because I met Shin Joohee, or rather, your mother, without telling you?”

“I wish you had told me first, but it’s not a big deal.”

Daeyoung’s expression didn’t look like he was lying.

“However, you paying attention to someone other than me does bother me for sure.”

“She’s your parent.”

“I’m an abandoned child.”

Jaemin burst into a hollow laugh. Daeyoung’s face, adding with a crooked smile, “It’s true,” looked even more impressive from the outside. If there was something Jaemin occasionally forgot when they were alone, it was this. In this place, where wealthy alphas were abundant, Daeyoung was undoubtedly the standout.

“Why are you so annoying.”

“I love you too.”

Even when speaking awkwardly to express his true feelings, his counterpart was unwavering. Jaemin shrugged his shoulders and moved his dessert spoon busily. His stomach was already full, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of the sweet dessert.

“It’s nice to go out like this for a date sometimes.”

“…Date?”

Daeyoung repeated the word in his mouth. His lips stretched out slowly, showing his satisfaction.

“Why, is there a law that says married couples can’t go on dates?”

Jaemin playfully teased him. After meeting Daeyoung’s mother today, everything felt more certain. He thought being alone with Daeyoung’s mother would be awkward.

“Your mother was kind to me.”

“So?”

“I can imagine how much trouble you must have caused in between.”

For an elite alpha like Jang Daeyoung, there must have been an elite alpha chosen by his family. Jaemin guessed that the process of Daeyoung taking an omega like him as a spouse wasn’t smooth.

“Jaemin.”

“Just saying. Don’t add unnecessary details.”

Swallowing the embarrassment, Jaemin was met with Daeyoung’s heavy gaze.

“I don’t need anyone else in my life. Just you.”

“Yes, yes.”

As Jaemin responded half-heartedly, Daeyoung gripped his hand and spoke softly.

“Let’s go back. Unless you want to have sex with me here.”

“…Don’t you have any sense of social decorum?”

Jaemin shook his head and signaled to the waiter to cool his heated forehead from imagining Daeyoung’s madness.

“Sorry, could you take a photo of us?”

After handing his phone to the waiter, Jaemin faced forward. Deciding impulsively to take this opportunity since they didn’t have a single photo together… he tried to force a smile, thinking how awkward it was.

He felt Daeyoung’s warm hand wrap around his nape. With the sound of the shutter clicking, his lips were engulfed.

“…!”

Crazy bastard… Jaemin, with his eyes lowered, accepted Daeyoung’s tongue invading his mouth. What he felt for this spouse, who proved in such a way that he cared for nothing else in life but him, was more than embarrassment; it was love.

✽ ✽ ✽

Click.

As soon as the heavy room door closed, Daeyoung hugged him from behind. Jaemin let out a hoarse breath as Daeyoung’s hot lips dug into his nape.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Then match my pace.”

Daeyoung’s hand reached for Jaemin’s crotch, gripping his member. The soft flesh hardened as blood rushed in with one touch of his hand. Feeling Daeyoung’s amused breath, Jaemin frowned, his forehead heating up.

“Let me just wash up a bit…”

Just as he thought Daeyoung might pull away, he thrust his hips against him from behind with a thud. Jaemin, who was standing defenselessly, almost fell forward, shouting “Hey!” Daeyoung tightened his grip on Jaemin’s cock and rubbed his hard-on against Jaemin’s buttocks.

Feeling the bat-like erection through his thin suit pants, Jaemin glared at him across the room.

“I told you not to.”

“Isn’t that why you booked the hotel restaurant?”

Daeyoung, who only seemed to say such things, nibbled on his ear. Jaemin felt his body hair stand on end with the obscene movement of his hips.

“So you didn’t eat much because you planned this… Ha…”

“Seeing those bastards eyeing you in the restaurant killed my appetite.”

Despite Jaemin’s will, his hole started to get wet from the track of Daeyoung’s erection pressing against his flesh. Daeyoung inhaled the scent from Jaemin’s body deeply, murmuring in a split voice.

“Are you thinking of cheating while you’re getting wet like this?”

In the end, Jaemin elbowed Daeyoung. With an “Ahh,” which could be either a moan or a laugh, Daeyoung finally pulled away. Jaemin, trying to control his flushed face, spoke to Daeyoung, who was now taking off his jacket and hanging it over the sofa.

“Shower quickly. You smell.”

Even with such a casual remark, Daeyoung didn’t let it slide. He unfastened his belt with a flick, releasing his pheromones strongly as if he couldn’t wait to do this.

“Wash me. The part that smells the most.”

“…”

“Your favorite part.”

“…Is your face always this thick?”

Jaemin was always taken aback by how casually he could say such embarrassing things. He thought he had gotten used to the lewd banter of the patrons in Mama’s bar, but Daeyoung’s shameless dirty talk always made his ears burn.

“It’s not just my face that’s thick.”

Daeyoung, now completely naked after taking off his pants and underwear, smiled at him. Wow, I really want to hit him. His physique was one that would make anyone of the same gender feel inferior. Approaching with an overwhelmingly large penis for an alpha, he grabbed Jaemin’s hand and led him to the bathroom.

“…”

As Jaemin entered the bathroom, he blinked several times at a sudden thought. He had been dating Daeyoung since he was eighteen. But… how could he compare sizes with other alphas? It was a question he asked himself.

“Will you undress me?”

“Forget it.”

Jaemin shook his head at Daeyoung, who was sitting in the bathtub, turning on the water. He continued his thoughts as he slowly took off his clothes.

“You’re the best at trampling on me.”

He remembered Daeyoung muttering with an indescribable expression. If there was a reason for Daeyoung’s abnormal obsession… Could it be that I met someone else besides Daeyoung?

But Daeyoung said that Jaemin truly loved him. Even his mother, whom he met today, seemed to confirm that there was no doubt about Jaemin’s feelings. That made the issue even more problematic.

It meant that Jaemin either pretended to love him while thoroughly deceiving him, or he loved him while also occasionally looking at others. Maybe even comparing other alphas’ sizes.

…Fuck, was I really that bad?

A murky feeling, one he hadn’t felt before, grew heavier in Jaemin’s heart.

Not knowing that Daeyoung chose guilt to seize his heart, Jaemin felt the urge to interrogate his past self, whom he couldn’t even remember. How could he have looked at anyone else when there was such an overwhelming alpha in front of him? How badly had he been hit in the head?

In the room, the roses Daeyoung had brought for their meeting today were in full bloom, exuding an enticing scent. Daeyoung had said Jaemin had a similar scent. He also said he liked him because the sharp thorns reminded him of Jaemin.

“Are you pretending to be a bride on your wedding night in there?”

The sound of the water stopped, and Daeyoung’s voice broke Jaemin’s reverie. Having dropped his clothes at the threshold, Jaemin cleared his throat and stepped into the bathroom. Daeyoung’s scent filled the room, like bath salts had been poured in.

“Talking about a wedding night.”

Splash, as Jaemin stepped in, the warm water enveloped his skin. At the same time, pheromones clung to him, pulling him in.

Sitting face-to-face with Daeyoung in the slightly cramped bathtub for two adult men, water overflowed, splashing onto the floor.

“Why are you blushing?”

Daeyoung looked at him with deep-set eyes, his voice husky. Jaemin’s face grew even hotter, and the concentration of pheromones in his blood increased.

“Because this is embarrassing…?”

“But why do it then?”

“…I said it’s embarrassing, not that I don’t like it.”

Seeing Daeyoung slick back his wet hair and smirk, Jaemin’s heart rate increased. A small certainty formed in his heart.

I couldn’t have looked elsewhere with this person by my side.

When those sharp eyes under the exposed forehead looked at him intently, when those eyes smiled and softened, when he licked his lips as if they were dry, when he had sex with him like a madman, marking him – the mental satisfaction spreading in Jaemin’s mind was beyond the vague ‘love’ he had groped for.

“Daeyoung.”

Daeyoung looked up at him. His eyes, hiding heat, scrutinized him thoroughly, yet it felt nothing like a stranger’s gaze. Daeyoung must have looked at him with this kind of gaze for a very long time.

“I’ll do better.”

“…Haha.”

“I’ll try harder from now on.”

Instead of doubting his past self, he would do his best for the lover in front of him now.

“Was meeting my mother stressful today?”

Daeyoung asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. He seemed to find Jaemin’s compliant behavior strange.

“No.”

Jaemin shook his head without hesitation.

The mother he met today was appropriately kind to him. She invited him to dine with Daeyoung but declined, probably to not burden him. Given Jaemin’s personality, which disliked excessive kindness, she was someone he had no reason to dislike since she kept her distance.

“I think I’m lucky.”

Daeyoung’s gaze deepened as he looked at Jaemin. Jaemin smiled back at Daeyoung, who was looking at him with a calm gaze, and repeated.

“Almost dying in a guest house but meeting good people and living safely until now, and finally meeting you like this.”

“…”

“Should I pick up trash from the street as a sign of gratitude?”

“Come here.”

Daeyoung finally broke the silence with a low voice, reaching out his arm. Splash. Once again, water overflowed, making a loud splash as it hit the floor below the bathtub.

Jaemin, sitting on Daeyoung’s lap, breathed heavily. The feeling of wanting to lick the droplets falling from Daeyoung’s temple was evidence of how excited he was.

“Why are you reacting like that?”

Daeyoung asked softly, wrapping his arms around Jaemin’s back.

“Why am I reacting?”

“…You look like… you’re feeling guilty about something.”

“More like I look damn aroused.”

As Daeyoung whispered lowly and invaded his lips, their tongues entwined eagerly. Daeyoung was relieved that despite Jaemin meeting Shin Joohee, he felt no sense of discomfort.

Breathing heavily, Daeyoung held Jaemin’s head back, sucking on his saliva and twirling his tongue. The bathroom air was now completely filled with the pheromones they were releasing.

“…Huh…”

As Daeyoung’s hand slipped into Jaemin’s hole, he felt the copious amount of slick inside. Daeyoung poked inside with his thick middle finger, letting go of Jaemin’s tongue.

“Ha… Ha…”

Jaemin panted, his lower body moving instinctively. Holding Daeyoung’s cheek with his wet hand, he whispered,

“But you… Ha, from this angle, your face looks even better.”

Daeyoung bit his lip, smiling faintly. Others might scoff at such a compliment, but for someone who knew Jaemin’s character, it was something to admire. Daeyoung’s eyes, trapping Jaemin, grew deeper without end.

“Because you chose this alpha.”

Daeyoung whispered, kissing Jaemin. The vibration of Jaemin’s heartbeat could be felt from his neck, where Daeyoung’s large hand was wrapped, to behind his ear. The deeper their tongues mingled, the thicker the pheromones became. This was something Jaemin from the past, who was always eager to mask his scent, would never have done.

“…Put it in.”

Jaemin, holding onto Daeyoung’s shoulder, opened his eyes slightly with desire.

Daeyoung decided to delve even deeper. There was no more distrust in Jaemin’s eyes looking at him. No fear either. Only pure desire shone like a gem. And Daeyoung was becoming deeply addicted to this situation.

“Now you’re matching my pace a bit, Jang Jaemin.”

Chup, chup, the sound of Jaemin kissing Daeyoung’s strong jaw echoed sensually. After the splashing of the water, Jaemin’s body arched back in the bathtub. Jaemin, holding onto the handle above the tub, half-submerged, panted heavily.

“Ha… Ha…”

Daeyoung, gripping his cock underwater, spread Jaemin’s legs apart and entered.

Since their reunion, not a single day had passed without Daeyoung leaving marks all over Jaemin’s body. Even near his nipples, there were blue bruises that could be described as pitiful. But Jaemin had never pushed away Daeyoung, who was like a beast in his movements.

“Do you love me?”

“…I love you.”

Jaemin’s husky voice trembled with his answer, making it seem even more like a lie that he wasn’t lying.

As Daeyoung thrust deeply, Jaemin’s legs, lifted above the water, shook. The flexible inner walls gripped Daeyoung’s cock tightly as he started to move back and forth.

“Huh… Ah, huh…”

The waves of water, a beat behind Daeyoung’s thrusts, hit Jaemin. Jaemin’s hands, clutching the handle to keep his face from going under water, trembled. Would it feel like this to have sex while hanging from a pull-up bar?

“Ahh, huh…”

Jaemin’s rapid blinking and moans echoed through the bathroom with resonance. Watching Jaemin bite his lip, Daeyoung tried to suppress his rough breathing but couldn’t control his increasingly wild hip movements.

“Sniff…”

Finally, Jaemin’s hand slipped, and his face went under the water. Even then, the sound of Daeyoung’s thrusts continued, creating splashing noises. Jaemin’s body grew hotter as he was subjected to the pleasure Daeyoung was pouring into him without breathing.

“Ha…!”

Daeyoung’s large hand grabbed Jaemin’s back, pulling him above the water. The water, thick with pheromones and feeling like jelly, flowed down Jaemin’s peach-colored skin.

“Do you love me?”

Daeyoung asked Jaemin again. Jaemin, hugging Daeyoung’s neck, managed to exhale. His flushed, wet face nodded up and down.

“Ha… I love you.”

There must be a reason for Daeyoung’s relentless, almost obsessive actions.

Holding onto the handle Jaemin had let go of, Daeyoung started thrusting with incredible force. With each thrust, waves rose in the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

“Ah…! Ha! Ugh…!”

Jaemin’s moans grew louder, gaining color. His hole was soaked, but every thrust of Daeyoung’s slick-covered cock felt tight because the water washed away the slick.

Jaemin’s cock, swaying in the water, released pre-cum filled with pheromones, eventually spurting out milky semen.

“Hu, ugh, huuuh!”

As Jaemin’s arms, drained of strength, slid down Daeyoung’s neck, Daeyoung lifted him up and stood. Carried through the bathroom door to the room, Jaemin breathed heavily, unable to control his breath.

“You can’t sleep.”

Daeyoung’s hand came down sharply on Jaemin’s heated skin, still warm from the bath and the sex. The slap on his buttocks was loud enough to echo in the spacious room, but even with his hole still filled, it only twitched in response to the stimulation.

“You confessed your love… Ha… and this is what I get back…?”

Daeyoung’s eyes, as he gently laid Jaemin on the mattress, were sweet like honey.

“You used that word as a safe word before.”

Could it be…

“Were we that kinky back then…?”

If Daeyoung said they had done SM play, Jaemin would really not be able to like his past self. Jaemin raised his weak voice towards Daeyoung, who was laughing softly.

“Fuck, did I hit you? Please tell me I did.”

Daeyoung answered lowly as he spread Jaemin’s legs with one arm and started thrusting again.

“You’ve hurt me plenty.”

Jaemin squirmed at Daeyoung’s words, looking deep into his eyes. After mustering the strength in his limp body to flip Daeyoung over, Jaemin asked again from atop him.

“Have I ever hurt you? Like, when lovers fight or… anything like that.”

“Sometimes.”

“There, by any chance…”

Jaemin had to clear his throat to continue his question.

“…were other guys involved?”

“…”

Daeyoung didn’t answer, but Jaemin read the truth in his silence.

Fuck. Jang Daeyoung had clearly said that his cock had only been in Jang Jaemin’s back and mouth. But he…

“It’s okay. Your heart was always mine.”

“…”

“I can’t even imagine you saying ‘I love you’ to someone else.”

Is this bastard an idiot…?

Jaemin couldn’t control the surge of emotion that made his nose red. The marking at such a young age, the rushed marriage while Daeyoung was in prison, even Daeyoung’s obsessive behavior that bordered on dangerous – it all made sense now.

I was a bastard with a body and heart not in sync.

“Why that look on your face?”

Daeyoung asked, thrusting up deeply from below. Jaemin gasped, his body trembling. Daeyoung’s cock, pressing against his sensitive spot, made Jaemin’s flaccid cock rise again instantly.

Jaemin knew his face must look idiotic, even without looking in a mirror, from the embarrassment and guilt. Instead of answering, Jaemin slowly changed his position on top of Daeyoung. From sitting facing him to sitting facing his feet, Jaemin felt temporary relief from not meeting Daeyoung’s intense gaze, but it was short-lived.

Fuck.

Jaemin bit his lip hard, not realizing there was a mirror at the foot of the bed. His reflection, panting with red and blue marks from Daeyoung’s lips all over his body, looked like an actor in a low-quality adult film.

“…What are you doing?”

Daeyoung’s voice came from behind. Jaemin took that soft, gentle voice as a cue to begin moving slowly. Contrary to Jaemin’s expectation that Daeyoung would start thrusting from behind, there was no movement from him.

Only his breathing became rough and low.

“Ha…”

Jaemin tried to look back but couldn’t because Daeyoung’s warm hand pressed his back down.

“Move.”

Jaemin’s hands, gripping the sheets, were slick with sweat. There was no hesitation in his movements that followed. Imagining what Daeyoung could see in his field of vision, which was not visible in the mirror, Jaemin immediately knew what he wanted. Jaemin was not an idiot.