“But what if I’m not attracted to Jang Wonha?”
“Huh?”
“Yesterday was my first time.”
“…!”
No way. Sangho looked Kyungoh up and down with a shocked expression. Kyungoh, with his hair cut short, was a breathtakingly handsome man with thick, dark features beneath dark eyebrows. Though he still had a youthful feeling of being in his early twenties, it was certain that with just a little more time, the scent of a mature male would waft from him. Plus, his overwhelming physique. The muscles extending from his nape were filled without a single bit of excess, radiating a massive sense of intimidation. People around him would leave a man like that alone?
Even at Sangho’s disbelieving gaze, Kyungoh stood calmly in silence. It didn’t particularly seem like he was lying. Sangho thought for a moment, rolling his eyes left and right, then asked again.
“R-really?”
“…”
At Kyungoh, who now subtly averted his gaze as if embarrassed, Sangho’s guilt doubled and he covered his mouth with both hands. S-so. Right now, I, while telling him to meet Wonha, forcibly took his first time…?
“I must be crazy.”
“That bast— I mean. What will you do if I meet Jang Wonha but feel nothing?”
“Huh? Huh?”
“You told me to meet that person. But I’m more attracted to hyung. What will you do?”
“Th-th-th-that is—”
“Will you… pretend you don’t know and… abandon me?”
Kyungoh lowered his gaze with slightly sad eyes. At the appearance somehow like an injured beast, Sangho stammered with an even more troubled expression.
“N-no, that’s. It’s not like that… I, I’m a beta.”
“Since that gym storage room.”
Slowly, Kyungoh approached and knelt down in front of the bed. Kyungoh, who lowered his body below Sangho’s line of sight, placed his chin lightly on the mattress and drooped his shoulders as if dejected. Though he had a massive body, Kyungoh kneeling below him looked somehow pitiful and pathetic.
“…Whenever I see hyung, my body gets strange.”
“…!”
“If hyung leaves like this… I don’t think I can bear it. I’ll probably ruin the match too.”
“Uh, uh… Uh, that’s—”
“Still, if you must leave… I can’t stop you. They say heat cycles are irregular after the first relationship. Even if rut comes, I’ll have to endure it alone…”
“N-no!”
“…”
“I’ll, I’ll take responsibility!”
Sangho unknowingly placed his hand on Kyungoh’s drooping shoulders and spoke urgently. Then Kyungoh, who had lowered his head, stopped and said.
“Really?”
“Y-yeah. If, if you meet Wonha and don’t feel anything special. Th-then I’ll take responsibility.”
“Will you help me even when I’m struggling?”
Before he knew it, Kyungoh had risen smoothly, placed his hand on Sangho’s cheek, and stroked his earlobe. Sangho didn’t realize that Kyungoh’s fingers were slowly fumbling down from his earlobe to his nape, to his collarbone, and nodded his head eagerly.
“Y-yeah. I’ll help you.”
“Thank you. I want to kiss you right now. Please help me.”
“Huh? What? Wha— Mmph!”
Kyungoh, who grabbed the back of Sangho’s head just like that, crashed his lips against his in one go. After sucking up Sangho’s upper lip, a firm and thick tongue invaded through the slightly parted teeth. The tongue that had been gently tickling the roof of his mouth wrapped around Sangho’s soft tongue, making Sangho stick out his tongue at the ticklish feeling. Not missing the opportunity, Kyungoh sucked on Sangho’s tongue and stuck to him stickily.
Sangho seemed quite flustered by the sudden kiss, but unlike before, he didn’t push Kyungoh away or refuse. Rather, when the kiss deepened to some extent, he timidly responded with a slightly flushed face. Each time, Kyungoh didn’t miss it and turned his head, mixing tongues with Sangho even more persistently in his mouth.
“Haah…”
After continuing the sticky kiss for a while, Kyungoh separated refreshingly, lightly pressed a chu on Sangho’s lips, and stood up. With an expression as if he had feasted enormously, an attractive smile appeared on Kyungoh’s expression that had rarely changed. It was the first time seeing him smile broadly.
“I look forward to working with you.”
Ding-dong.
A message appeared on Sangho’s phone. It was from ‘Jjang Wonha.’
[Hyung. I’ve thought about it a lot. Can we meet and talk?]
“…”
Kyungoh raised his eyebrows at the preview that appeared on Sangho’s phone. Sangho, who had just had a deep kiss, was stumbling up to wash in the bathroom. Kyungoh felt the urge to immediately delete the message from Jang Wonha, but he had to settle things with Wonha at least once. Moreover, Sangho seemed to rely on Wonha quite a bit emotionally. If he carelessly separated them, Sangho might be even more shocked.
Watching Sangho desperately pining for Wonha was quite annoying, but Kyungoh decided to think of it as no big deal.
‘Well, Sangho quite likes my body. That’s enough.’
It was true that it was his first experience with Sangho. That mere first time, he usually thought it had no particular meaning. But the moment he read the guilt and sense of responsibility that appeared on Sangho’s innocent face, Kyungoh truly felt proud of his past self who had been devoted to exercise and pushed away people who approached him.
If it weren’t for the justification of it being his first time, that timid and even overly cautious janitor wouldn’t have even looked at him. Even if Sangho only regarded him as a partner, Kyungoh thought he didn’t care. As long as he could keep that small, white, trembling thing by his side. Well, what does the heart matter?
“Hearts can change anytime.”
Kyungoh, who grinned, stretched and headed to the kitchen. I need to supplement him well with protein if we’re going to do it with Sangho every day from now on. He was thinking such thoughts.
***
Sitting in a quiet cafe, Sangho felt his palms getting soaked with sweat and rubbed both hands on his pants. Fortunately, Wonha had set the meeting place at a hotel cafe on the first floor in the outskirts of the city, not at his studio or Sangho’s apartment. Even though he left with a deeply disappointed expression, it seems he set the appointment avoiding the places where Sangho was uncomfortable.
“Hyung.”
“Ah… Have you been well?”
Wonha appeared in front of Sangho, who was sitting blankly in the cafe. Wonha, wearing a shirt over a short-sleeved t-shirt, was still pretty and radiant. The jeans he had carefully selected and worn didn’t seem to suit him at all, with his out-of-fashion strange fit. Somehow feeling ashamed of himself, Sangho bowed his head.
After sighing lightly, Wonha asked in his usual gentle voice.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry for leaving you like that and going. I was… really worried about you. I didn’t think the things I did to you would be burdensome.”
“N-no. It’s not burdensome.”
At Wonha’s self-reproaching words, Sangho quickly raised his head. Burdensome? Absolutely not. Rather, everything you did for me was warm and sparkling, so I was really grateful.
“I thought you felt the same way about me.”
“Huh…?”
“I really didn’t know you were dating Han Kyungoh, so—”
“W-wait a minute. What are you talking about?”
When Sangho was flustered, Wonha paused and hardened his expression.
“Aren’t you dating Han Kyungoh?”
“I, I told you we’re nothing to each other!”
“Then why are you living with an alpha? Were you… threatened?”
“No!”
Sangho jumped up and quickly pulled out the trait re-examination paper from his pocket. Wonha looked at the examination paper with an incomprehensible expression, then looked at Sangho again.
“What’s this?”
“I told you I’m a beta. Han Kyungoh is… I’m just helping with his rehabilitation exercises. I’ll be helping for a while longer.”
“Your trait changed?”
“…Yeah.”
“No, no. I don’t understand. That time, we definitely had sex—”
“What?”
At the word that popped out of Wonha’s mouth, Sangho jumped up from his seat and shouted. Then people in the cafe began looking over here one by one.
“Isn’t that Jang Wonha? That actor.”
“Oh, I think it is?”
As people began murmuring, Wonha pulled out sunglasses from his pocket with a flustered face and put them on. Sangho also realized he had unknowingly raised his voice and panicked.
“Hyung. Let’s go up to my room and talk. Is that okay?”
“Y-yeah.”
With his face bright red, Sangho quickly followed behind Wonha toward the hotel elevator. What did I just hear? Trying hard to organize his jumbled mind, he quickly entered the hotel room where Wonha was staying.
“Haah…”
“Wh-what are you saying? We, we. Se-se-se… Anyway, what?”
As soon as the door closed, Sangho stammered and asked. Wonha smiled bitterly with a slightly hurt expression.
“You really don’t remember.”
“Th-that’s…”
“Hyung, I’ve been watching you write blog posts every time I do a project. You always attended events, so I thought you liked me.”
“Y-yeah. I was a f-fan.”
“So I just started meeting you comfortably. And… we drank at the GV. You… suddenly went into heat.”
“Huh? Heat?”
