One evening after finishing training, when he discovered someone running away after seeing him, the janitor secretly sleeping in the athletic storage came to mind first. If it’s such a small and weak person, they’d probably be attacked by a stranger without even throwing a punch. Instinctively chasing and pinning down the one who was fleeing, those large eyes were trembling with fear, about to cry.
Ah, I scared him again. He felt dismayed.
Awkwardly taking the janitor to the athletic storage, he thought he shouldn’t approach anymore. If I scare him any more, rather than getting close to the janitor, we’ll just grow further apart.
But the next day, the janitor appeared with his scent all over him, as if something had changed in his mind. He hadn’t been using it, but it seems he used the sleeping bag I left. Kyungoh felt something ticklish and fluttering. And a scent covered by alpha pheromones—so he’s an omega.
After that too, the janitor seemed to use the sleeping bag well. From the sleeping bag came a mix of his own scent and a faintly sweet scent. Should I try talking to him soon? No. What if he starts being wary again? Now all day, Kyungoh only thought about how to get close to the janitor.
Then when someone pushed the janitor toward the sandbags, his body jumped out without him knowing. At the janitor who made a squeaking sound and trembled beneath him, Kyungoh desperately withstood the hundreds of kilograms of sandbags. It’s an absurd thought, but did I train so hard all this time to protect this? That thought occurred to him.
The coach flew into a rage, asking if he didn’t care about his body to get injured a month before a match, but in the end grumbled sullenly that saving a person was well done and left.
Recover your body within 2 weeks. That scrawny guy was being bullied by the center director. A young guy working as a janitor. Anyway, thanks to you, he’ll have a better life now, they say the disciplinary committee will open soon. From the coach’s meddlesome muttering, Kyungoh learned Sangho’s name and age for the first time.
“So he was a hyung. I thought he was younger.”
At the feeling of somehow becoming closer to Sangho, Kyungoh’s heart seemed to pound. Because after only worrying about how to approach him, he’d barely managed to create a connection.
The next day, when he ran into Sangho while doing rehabilitation exercises, he could see the janitor who always ran away from him hesitate and waver. This is an opportunity. Thinking that, Kyungoh pulled the absurd move of asking the janitor to help with his rehabilitation exercises.
As expected, having strong wariness, he didn’t readily accept the request for help, but at least he didn’t refuse outright. It was a meager result for having gotten a 2-week injury, but Kyungoh felt tremendous satisfaction just from having a proper conversation with the janitor. The lips fidgeting while watching his mood were cute, and the thin voice that crawled was also cute.
When Sangho finally came back and said he’d help with rehabilitation exercises, Kyungoh felt like he could really fly in the sky.
And he thought the atmosphere during rehabilitation exercises was really good too. Sangho, who had always been busy hiding his body, now exercised quite confidently in front of him, and even approached and touched his body on his own.
So when Sangho’s body brushed against him several times, Kyungoh couldn’t hold back and rubbed his face to mark him. I thought only brazen punks did this kind of lowly thing. But Sangho showed no particular rejection, only a bewildered expression. Was that the fatal mistake? Kyungoh secretly misunderstood that Sangho also liked him.
That misunderstanding was shattered the very next day.
When Sangho suddenly said he wouldn’t do rehabilitation exercises, Kyungoh felt like his heart was sinking. I thought he liked me, but maybe he actually hated being marked yesterday. Being so timid, he might have disliked it but couldn’t say anything. So he asked, but strangely Sangho said he was a beta.
Without time to think properly at the bewildered reaction, the small janitor was very angry and thrust his nape at him. Kyungoh, who didn’t know why Sangho was angry, lost his reason the moment the small body lunged at him. When the pheromones that had been churning without being contained burst out with a surge, he just grabbed the janitor.
From then on, his memory was cut off as if only fragmentary scenes remained. He absolutely didn’t want to let go of the janitor who had come into his arms, and the inside of the small, plump lips was soft and sweet. The small thing resisted with his whole body squirming, but even that only felt like cute flailing.
With a dazed head, releasing pheromones fully and piling his scent all over the janitor’s body was also satisfying. I want to fill the inside with mine. I want to put it all in my mouth. Full of only such thoughts, he also fondled the cute cock. And when he rubbed the very soft, plump, pale-colored lower part, his heart really pounded like crazy.
“Hh, hhuung, I, I was wrong!”
When Sangho finally burst into tears, Kyungoh felt his dazed mind return slightly. The large black eyes were completely clouded and distorted with fear, and the small nose twitched and sniffled. As tears dripped from around his eyes, the scent from Sangho’s body became richer.
Ah, the scent gets richer when he cries. But why is he crying?
I wish he’d laugh more pleasantly. Don’t be scared.
Kyungoh soothed Sangho while licking up along the tear tracks on his skin. Instead of a salty taste, there was a subtle sweetness just like syrup. I’ll make you feel better. I’ll treat you well. Muttering that inwardly while persistently licking Sangho, at some point Kyungoh realized the soft cheek touching his tongue was trembling. The janitor was desperately trying to avoid him. Only then did he come to his senses.
Even after Sangho ran out of the athletic storage crying, Kyungoh sat frozen for a long time with a dazed face. Setting aside the emptiness like a tower he’d worked so hard on had collapsed in an instant, a question arose.
What? My pheromones went out of control… and it ends like this?
His pheromones had quite a high concentration, so even a small amount could trigger an omega’s heat cycle. He’d lost his reason momentarily and released quite a lot of pheromones, but Sangho didn’t seem particularly affected.
No, that’s not what’s important. I almost raped him.
Kyungoh clutched his throbbing head and bowed deeply. While feeling relieved that nothing worse happened, he also thought his relationship with the small janitor was completely over. Though they hadn’t even dated, he felt miserable as if he’d suffered a deep heartbreak.
If he sees me again, he might quit his job entirely.
Kyungoh, who hated the idea of never seeing the janitor again, resolved not to go near the gym for the time being. Having lunged at him like a beast, he’ll never approach me again. When he was completely wrapped in regret and self-loathing like that, the janitor suddenly appeared in front of him again. With a face saying he was dying of apology, it seemed he thought his rut cycle was disrupted because of him.
Of course, he hadn’t been feeling well and lost his reason because his cycle was disrupted. But actually, from when you started crying, I’d somewhat regained my senses—I couldn’t say that.
Anyway, when Sangho rambled and said he’d help with rehabilitation exercises again, Kyungoh seriously agonized over it.
Can I approach him without pouncing on Sangho who’s frolicking right in front of my eyes, without being scary? He wanted those black eyes that couldn’t look at him properly and wandered to look at him completely. How good would the scent be if he shed pleasant tears when I fill him completely down below? His head was already full of such sinister thoughts.
What kind of behavior is this toward someone offering to help?
He felt a bit self-loathing, but still, this was a second chance. If he refused this, there would be no more justification to get close to the janitor. Kyungoh was someone who didn’t miss opportunities that came.
***
Looking at Sangho who was nestled in his arms rubbing his nose, Kyungoh smiled faintly. Just a few days ago I thought I’d never see him again, but despite having high wariness, the janitor has a surprisingly naive side.
When his cousin recently gifted him a tight compression t-shirt saying ‘try seducing all the omegas,’ he didn’t think he’d actually wear it for seduction. Surprisingly, Sangho seemed interested in his well-trained body, so he wore it despite the embarrassment. Though he was a bit embarrassed when his awkwardness was obvious, every time they exercised, Sangho’s sneaking glances of interest were plainly visible. From now on, I’ll definitely wear this when I meet Sangho. He resolved that.
And when he took Sangho, who had overeaten and gotten indigestion, home, Kyungoh felt like his blood ran cold at the thick alpha pheromones all over the studio apartment. Looking at his expression, Sangho didn’t seem to have noticed. For now, it seemed he couldn’t leave Sangho in this place. But if he talked about pheromones again, Sangho would become extremely anxious like last time, so he couldn’t bring it up.
I’ll keep him with me now. I won’t give him to anyone.
Now in Kyungoh’s heart, wariness toward the unknown alpha grew larger than his careful concern about Sangho getting scared. Through several meetings, Kyungoh had already grasped Sangho to some extent. Being so timid, if I push a bit he can’t refuse, and if I loosen up a bit he clings without knowing it’s scary. Plus, he seems to like my body quite a bit.
Lee Sangho. Lucky he’s naive.
Ignoring his somewhat pricked conscience, Kyungoh embraced Sangho again, fiddling with him.
