I couldn’t beat Han Yeoul, and as always, I had no intention of trying to. So we went to the Maldives for our honeymoon, and ocean swimming, what ocean swimming… we were on the bed the entire trip.
“Suddenly… it feels like such a distant past, Yeoul.”
I chuckled at the memory, but soon felt melancholy. Even now, when I close my eyes, Yeoul is everywhere, but when I open them, Yeoul is nowhere. Why on earth did he leave? He said he loved me. If it’s not that he’s grown tired of me, why is he asking for a divorce? I can’t even begin to understand.
If you love someone, you should stay by their side.
What Yeoul left behind this time was a handkerchief. Every morning, I would wash and iron a handkerchief and place it next to my wallet, and Yeoul would smile brightly, pick up the handkerchief, and deeply inhale. After he caught me taking a pheromone shower, Yeoul proposed this.
He asked me to put pheromones on something he carried on his body every day. That way, it would feel like we were together anywhere, anytime, so he wouldn’t feel anxious, and he could subtly signal to people that he was “an omega with an alpha” without being unpleasant—it was killing two birds with one stone, according to Yeoul’s thinking.
I still wanted to drench Yeoul with my pheromones, but since that wasn’t what Yeoul wanted, I compromised to that extent. It wasn’t a bad method either.
But Yeoul left that handkerchief behind. Does he not need my pheromones anymore…? I’ve imprinted on you, so now I can’t even live without your pheromones.
“Yeoul…”
I brought the handkerchief and buried my face in it. I felt miserable. It felt like I was confirming that I’d been abandoned by Yeoul, like this handkerchief was me, discarded.
“Hah… Yeoul.”
But soon, my body began to heat up from Yeoul’s pheromones I felt on the handkerchief. The pheromones I naturally thought would be on the handkerchief weren’t mine. They were Yeoul’s.
The tension throughout my body released from inhaling Yeoul’s pheromones after so long. In the days when even breathing didn’t feel like breathing, I finally felt like I was breathing.
[Seonjae.]
It felt like I could hear Yeoul’s voice. It felt like Yeoul was warmly embracing me, so I inhaled the pheromones on the handkerchief even more deeply.
“Ah, Yeoul.”
My whole body became languid. Gradually, power gathered tightly below. Yeoul’s scent kept stirring me up.
I slowly lowered my hand and grasped my firmly erect cock. As I slowly rubbed it, imagining Yeoul touching it, it stood even more firmly with renewed vigor. Strength went into the hand gripping the handkerchief. I wanted to feel Yeoul’s scent more intensely.
“Haah, Yeoul.”
As I called Yeoul’s name and continued rubbing below, a gentle touch came to the hand rubbing below.
[Seonjae, why are you doing this alone?]
With pretty eyes folded beautifully in a smile, Yeoul asks. In a room completely unsuited to him, despite having left behind a handkerchief soaked with his pheromones, he asks me why I’m here alone doing this.
“Because you left.”
[Seonjae.]
The smile disappeared from Yeoul’s face. Looking down at me with a worried expression, Yeoul let out a faint sigh.
[I’m always by your side, Seonjae.]
“Liar.”
Tears burst forth.
“You left. You left me behind alone. You said you’d be by my side forever. I said I’d protect you, so how could you leave me behind, Yeoul?”
I clung to Han Yeoul and sobbed. Without saying anything, Yeoul just patted me, then slowly lowered his hand and overlapped his hand on top of mine.
“Hng!”
As the slowly moving hand intertwined with Yeoul’s hand, I let out heated moans, led by Yeoul’s hand as I stroked my cock, with tears welling in my eyes.
“Haah, Yeoul, hnngh!”
As I let out increasingly frequent moans from the hand movements growing faster, Yeoul slowly lowered his head. Those sparkling eyes remained fixed on me. Looking straight at me, Yeoul lowered his head and took my fully erect cock directly into his mouth.
“Hng!”
I met eyes with Yeoul, who looked at me while slowly moving his head. His long eyelashes fluttered each time his head moved. Looking at those blinking eyes, I couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Yeoul isn’t beside me. He abandoned me and left, yet I’m now facing Yeoul preciously sucking me.
It didn’t matter. Whether it was a dream or reality.
If it was a dream, it was so good I didn’t want to wake up. At least right now, Yeoul was by my side.
“Heu, uh, Yeoul, mmh, Yeoul…”
I placed my hand on Yeoul’s head and, with my fingers tangled in his soft hair, clenched my fingers each time he moved his head. I bit down hard on my teeth, worried I might unconsciously thrust my hips into Yeoul’s throat.
I didn’t want to do anything that would make Yeoul suffer. He didn’t refuse fellatio, but he wasn’t skilled at it, so every time he did it, he suffered afterward. Knowing that, I didn’t want to see my Yeoul get hurt even a little.
“Yeoul, hoo—if it’s hard, you don’t, hng, you don’t have to suck.”
I said, stroking Yeoul’s head. But Yeoul paid no heed to my words and did his best to suck me. The sensation of the tongue touching my cock was ecstatic. The heat felt inside his narrow mouth was hotter than anything else, and his throat squeezing my cock with maximum force was comfortable.
“Haah, heu—Yeoul, Yeoul.”
As I continued calling his name, Yeoul responded by putting strength in his throat. Each time he tightened his throat like that, I felt like I was going crazy. The narrow throat like a lower hole stretching to its limit trying to accept me was so beautiful.
I wanted to release my pheromones fully and mark him excessively as mine. So this pretty omega wouldn’t catch other alphas’ eyes, so only I could see him—I wanted to cover him with my pheromones like that to make him fragrant only to me.
But I mustn’t do that now. If I did, the little remaining of Yeoul’s scent would disappear.
“Huk… Yeoul.”
I know. Han Yeoul isn’t here right now. No matter how much the imaginary Han Yeoul I created while intoxicated by Han Yeoul’s pheromones touches my body, sucks me, and smiles at me, I already know that Han Yeoul isn’t here.
The strength gradually drained from the hand shaking my cock. As I came, I clutched Yeoul’s handkerchief in my hand and sobbed once more.
“I miss you, Yeoul.”
I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve been wandering for so long without seeing Han Yeoul, who I felt I couldn’t live a day without seeing.
I feel like I’m going crazy like this, but what if Yeoul, what if Han Yeoul is fine? What if he’s flying around freely as if he’s put down a heavy burden—what should I do then, really?
“Hueuk… Yeoul, Yeoul.”
The reality that all I could do was cry while thinking of Han Yeoul was so miserable. I buried my face in the handkerchief stained with Han Yeoul’s pheromones and sniffled all night.
“Are you okay?”
Uncle Irang spoke cautiously. He said he deliberately left me alone last night because my condition seemed poor, and I was grateful for his consideration.
“I’m okay. Even if I’m not okay, I have to be okay.”
“Seonjae.”
Though I couldn’t confirm for certain where Yeoul had gone, I decided to chase after the destination I finally found by asking around among the village people. But unlike before, there was a change in Yeoul’s movements.
Yeoul, who had been moving alone all along, seemed to have received someone’s help when leaving this island this time.
“A truck?”
“Yeah. There’s a truck that comes to the island once every two weeks, and apparently he left on it. I’m not sure if they know each other, but anyway, if we check the vehicle registration, won’t we find some clue?”
“I suppose so.”
It was unexpected. Until now, Yeoul had moved without leaving traces. Even when taking boats, he didn’t use passenger ferries that required registering personal information, but used private vessels driven by island residents, leaving no traces. He also didn’t use transportation like intercity buses or trains that leave records of destinations. But this time, he deliberately took a truck that could be easily traced with a search.
Had there been a change of heart? Or was this finally a signal to me to come find him?
Whatever it was, I hoped it was a positive signal. Since I learned that I’d imprinted on Yeoul, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that Yeoul had also imprinted on me. If that were the case, just imagining the pain Yeoul might be experiencing felt like my heart was being torn out.
So for now, I need to pull myself together. I need to find him quickly, my Yeoul.
“Want to see this?”
I held the handkerchief in front of Uncle’s eyes.
“What’s that? A handkerchief?”
“Yeah. Cute, right? It’s my Yeoul’s.”
“A handkerchief this time.”
“It’s not just a handkerchief.”
