He forcibly swallowed down a question that would only come up between people in a relationship. It was a matter of pride. If the word “contract” came out of Seunggeon’s mouth one more time, he felt like he’d be even more pissed off, annoyed, and sad.
More than anything, Chaehun was conscious of the quiet hallway. This building was good in every other way, but the hallway soundproofing was poor. He was worried about Seo Jumyeong, who must be tensely waiting inside the door. Also, there were nearly 20 rooms on one floor, so he didn’t know when he might run into someone else.
The option of not thinking about the consequences and having a spectacular big fight with Seunggeon wasn’t nonexistent. But in the end, the one who would lose out was himself. There was a high probability he’d get dragged along as Seunggeon said.
“I’ll walk on my own. Fuck. Just let go of my hand.”
With a feeling of whatever happens, happens, Chaehun shuddered and took a step back. His chin was released, but his wrist remained caught. Chaehun moved as Seunggeon led him.
They didn’t exchange a single word of conversation until they got down the elevator. When they exited the building entrance, Shim Jeongmin was waiting next to a nice sedan. Shim Jeongmin bowed his head slightly in greeting, but Chaehun didn’t say anything.
Chaehun got in the car with his wrist still caught by Seunggeon and closed his heated eyes. An uncomfortable silence descended. The sedan with good ride quality rushed forward with smooth vibrations. And the hand Seunggeon was holding felt burning hot.
It felt like all his nerves were concentrated on his hand. He tried several times to surreptitiously pull his hand away, but each time Seunggeon tightened his grip and wouldn’t let go. In Seunggeon’s stubborn actions, he could even read a certain determination.
Chaehun kept his mouth firmly shut, feeling like speaking first in this situation would be losing somehow.
He was angry at the situation he couldn’t control. He was also upset because of that bastard who mentioned the contract at every crucial moment.
It was nothing special. They were originally meeting to do it that way.
Even trying to convince and console himself like that, he felt wronged, annoyed, and sad.
* * *
While the silent battle of wills continued, the car arrived at its destination. Chaehun looked at the surrounding scenery and had no difficulty recognizing that they’d arrived at H Hotel. And he also noticed they were heading to the bungalow where they’d previously met for the contract with Seunggeon.
As soon as the car stopped, Chaehun had to get out of the car, led by Seunggeon’s hand. A hotel employee was already waiting in front of the familiar bungalow. In the menacing atmosphere, the hotel employee opened the door without saying much.
Seunggeon headed straight to the bedroom without caring what the people left behind were doing. And Chaehun moved as if being dragged by him. No one followed them. The sound of the door closing echoed while they crossed the living room.
In the situation flowing naturally like water, Chaehun wondered if they were really going to have sex like this. However, making that wonder meaningless, as soon as they crossed the bedroom threshold, Seunggeon kissed him again.
Unlike a moment ago, this time a hot tongue dug between his lips. It was a thoroughly rude kiss that firmly held the back of his neck so he couldn’t refuse.
Fundamentally, they were in a relationship where they had sex through a contract for money. Because of their connection as high school classmates, they sometimes acted comfortably, but there were also times when they just had dry sex and parted. However, even then, it wasn’t as one-sided as now.
Precisely, his own mood hadn’t hit rock bottom like this. Seunggeon had also acted with manners. So he could fully concentrate on the act of sex that had to be dealt with as an obligation. In that sense, this definitely crossed the line.
Chaehun, engulfed in bewilderment and anger, bit down on his tongue. Because he was merciless, Seunggeon pulled away. But even in the midst of that, he didn’t let go of the hand he was holding. Chaehun growled while still caught by Seunggeon.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re not going to do it?”
Seunggeon asked just as fiercely. Chaehun didn’t back down.
“Are you going to rape me if I say I don’t want to?”
“Kang Chaehun.”
“If you’re going to do it, do it properly. I said I’d go along with what you want, but not like this.”
Chaehun, heated up to the top of his head, lowered his voice considerably. Sex was something to do and be done with, but he didn’t want it like this. If he still didn’t understand even after explaining properly, he was prepared to fight come hell or high water. He glared at Seunggeon and tensed up, clenching his free right hand into a fist. He put strength into one leg to start by punching his jaw.
They glared at each other at a distance where they could feel each other’s breath. Seunggeon, with his fierce expression, didn’t readily release the strength from the hand holding Chaehun.
It was Seunggeon who broke the silence first.
“Haa. Fuck. What is this.”
Seunggeon roughly cursed and roughly ran his free hand through his hair. Then he pulled Chaehun into an embrace just like that. Chaehun, who had missed the chance to punch Seunggeon in the unexpected turn of events, was soon surprised by the crushing embrace and burning heat.
“This is really a mess.”
Seunggeon’s rough voice echoed in Chaehun’s ear. Chaehun couldn’t see Seunggeon’s face, but he could tell he was frowning hard.
“What is? Wait, are you sick? You’re burning up.”
Chaehun, who had been bewildered by Seunggeon’s sudden change in attitude, felt that the heat radiating from Seunggeon’s body was unusual. Despite them both wearing layers of clothes while facing each other in an embrace, Seunggeon’s body was hot. Instead of answering, Seunggeon rubbed against him, then buried his face in Chaehun’s nape and took a long breath in.
Chaehun was at a loss. The large hand stroking his back and the breath touching his cheek and nape were tantamount to caresses. On top of that, because he was embraced without any gaps, he could clearly feel Seunggeon’s excited member. He’d been cursing and angry just moments ago, but now that became stimulation. Still, he was worried about Seunggeon’s fever.
“Choi Seunggeon. Are you sick?”
“It’s a rut.”
“……?!”
“It’s the heat of a rut.”
Seunggeon’s sunken voice rang along Chaehun’s cheek.
An alpha’s rut was one of the most basic pieces of knowledge. An omega’s heat and an alpha’s rut were commonly called the conception period or mating season, a period of pheromone explosion. Heats and ruts that came periodically could be calmed by taking medicine or through sex. In the case of sex, the partner didn’t matter whether they were a trait holder or a regular person, but it was generally known that the compatibility between alphas and omegas was good.
Seunggeon was an alpha, and it wasn’t strange for him to have a rut. Thinking that far, Chaehun fumbled to speak about a way to lower his fever.
“If it’s a rut, medicine—”
Chaehun couldn’t finish his words. Seunggeon’s lips touched for the second time. After licking only his lips like the first time and pulling away, when they touched again, it became a real kiss. At the sensation of a hot tongue slowly digging in, Chaehun trembled.
As a beta, Chaehun didn’t know the desperation of an alpha in rut. But he did know that Seunggeon wanted sex right now.
This is…
Chaehun couldn’t refuse Seunggeon. Far from it, he responded to the kiss and pulled Seunggeon’s neck into an embrace. It was the moment when the kiss deepened and they were gasping for breath. Suddenly Seunggeon pulled his lips away and pushed Chaehun away.
“Go.”
“What?”
“I said go. Go and call Director Shim.”
Seunggeon spat out as if squeezing out all his patience. At Seunggeon’s appearance with his hackles all raised, Chaehun felt momentarily hurt. But if he himself didn’t want to, there was nothing Chaehun could do.
“I’ll go get the Director.”
As Chaehun stepped back and tried to turn around, his arm was grabbed. Seunggeon had approached and grabbed him before he knew it.
Chaehun looked at Seunggeon with wavering eyes. In the unexpected situation, Seunggeon seemed just as confused as himself and had a complicated expression on his face.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“……?”
“I need to do it with you.”
Seunggeon’s voice rang out arrogantly yet desperately. In contrast to his flushed cheeks, his eyes shone brilliantly.
“Shouldn’t you do it with an omega? I’m a beta.”
“I don’t care if you’re a beta. No, I want you.”
Even in this situation, Chaehun was seized by the urge to hit Seunggeon.
This was a foul.
If he told him to go and then held onto him saying he wanted him, he couldn’t help but be shaken. It didn’t matter if it was the whim of an alpha in rut. He pushed far away the thought that it would have been the same if there was someone else in front of Seunggeon instead of himself.
“Do I have a choice?”
“……If you don’t want to, shake me off.”
Seunggeon, who paused for a moment, released the strength from the hand holding Chaehun’s arm. Chaehun looked at Seunggeon, who was trying to pull him into an embrace but holding back, and smiled faintly. Instead of telling him to shake off the arm he was holding, he just needed to let go. But his heart fluttered pointlessly at the sight of him not letting go, not pulling into an embrace, and not knowing what to do.
This is really a foul.
Because he liked Seunggeon, he ended up attaching meaning to even small actions. He wavered, was drawn in, felt happy, and his heart fluttered.
Chaehun covered Seunggeon’s hand that was holding his arm with his own hand. He didn’t forget to squeeze tightly with a bit of spite.
Seunggeon’s hand was still hot, and it felt like that heat was transferring over.
“You should let go before I shake you off.”
