Now that I looked closely, they were children of executives at Pine Furniture and its affiliates. The world is truly fair, you know. It faithfully helps people doing good deeds, doesn’t it?
“If you keep acting all high and mighty just because you’re alphas, you could end up on the streets.”
There’s no way a high school student like me would have such power, but in any case, the words of the owner’s son of the company their parents worked at wasn’t something to ignore.
After that day, Kim Yeonghyo’s bread shuttle life ended, and I could once again fill Han Yeoul’s morning routine entirely with ‘me.’
And yet…, why is this bastard here? Moreover, the bastard who was smaller than Han Yeoul has become an alpha several times bigger in size, so why is he looking for Han Yeoul?
“Why Yeoul?”
“Ah, you know. I think Yeoul helped me a lot in high school, right? I couldn’t even say thanks properly back then. There was something I really wanted to give to Yeoul.”
“Something you want to give?”
“Yeah.”
What could it be? What could the likes of you want to give to Han Yeoul?
“What is it?”
“Ah, it’s nothing much. It’s my heart. Just like a small gift?”
A gift. Han Yeoul probably doesn’t want anything. Whenever he wants something, I buy it all for him. Gifts are best when you give what the other person wants, right? So your gift will probably be worthless. But let’s take a look. What is it?
“Oh. Can you show me too?”
I deliberately smiled with a friendly face. Usually when I smile with this kind of face, a hundred out of a hundred times, they let their guard down. Being handsome is really great at times like this. People foolishly become generous just by looking at a handsome face. Just like you right now.
“Yeah. This is a bookmark I made while thinking of Yeoul…”
Fuck, it’s bread.
The bookmark Kim Yeonghyo held out was a bookmark made realistically like sliced bread. It even had a sweet, savory butter scent.
As expected of a bread shuttle.
“If it weren’t for Yeoul, I would have been depressed and wanted to die whenever I saw bread. But thanks to Yeoul, I came to like bread. So I really wanted to tell Yeoul thank you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t this scent match Yeoul’s pheromones too?”
Huh… You remember Han Yeoul’s pheromones? Even though you hadn’t manifested back then, you remember Han Yeoul’s pheromones that I pressed down so firmly?
My heart cooled. This guy shouldn’t be kept near Han Yeoul.
“Yeoul’s not coming to school today. I’ll give this to Yeoul for you. We live together.”
“Ah…, oh. I see. Okay. Then I’ll leave it to you, Seonjae-ya.”
“Yeah.”
I waved at him as he smiled and greeted me kindly.
After watching his retreating figure for a while, I crumpled up the ‘gift’ he gave me and shoved it into the trash. Dangerous elements should be eliminated from the start. Han Yeoul isn’t an omega that the likes of you can dare do anything about.
After that, Kim Yeonghyo came looking for the lecture hall several times, but I sent him away before he could meet Han Yeoul.
Persistent bastard. He should have caught on by now, did I smile too kindly?
Right. I definitely was too kind. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have witnessed a scene like this.
“Yeoul-ah.”
I tightly pulled in the shoulder of Han Yeoul, who was smiling and talking face-to-face with Kim Yeonghyo. So I cut him off in the middle and yet they ended up meeting. How disgusting.
I wielded my pheromones. Literally wielded them. I wrapped Han Yeoul with my pheromones and struck Kim Yeonghyo with them. Beads of sweat formed on Kim Yeonghyo’s face.
“Seonjae-ya. Do you remember? Kim Yeonghyo.”
Han Yeoul asked. Annoying.
“Yeah, I know him.”
While smiling at Han Yeoul and answering, inside I was boiling. Kim Yeonghyo, who had been continuously getting hit with pheromones, coughed dryly and opened his mouth. That bastard… He’s holding out quite a while. Is he dominant?
“Didn’t Seonjae tell you? We met a few times. I was curious about you so I asked around here and there, and I met Seonjae and asked him to give you—”
I don’t care what you’re babbling about. Seeing the goosebumps rising on Yeoul’s neck, I worried a bit that my pheromones might be too strong, but I deliberately pretended not to notice and asked.
“Yeoul-ah, why are you dressed so lightly? You must be cold. You have goosebumps on your neck?”
I left a bite mark on Han Yeoul’s neck. If I could, I’d want to devour that entire neck right here and now, but I can’t scare Han Yeoul in front of people.
Perhaps because we’re the same trait, Kim Yeonghyo, who fully felt my mood, flinched. Sharp-eyed bastard. Did you finally catch on? If you caught on, hurry up and get lost.
“So, what did you have to say to our Yeoul? Yeonghyo-ya?”
“Ne-next time let’s talk. It was good to see you, guys.”
Kim Yeonghyo, hurriedly moving his feet and leaving, was still a loser. As I contentedly watched Kim Yeonghyo’s disappearing back of the head, Han Yeoul worried about Kim Yeonghyo.
Han Yeoul. You should be looking at me, not Kim Yeonghyo. Your alpha is desperately wanting your gaze like this.
The prettiest Han Yeoul in the world.
I’m having a hard time because of you.
Han Yeoul’s body was as fragile as his appearance. He doesn’t think so himself, but there are a few things I learned after we started living together.
First, he doesn’t eat well.
If I don’t take care of him beside him, he doesn’t seem to think about the act of ‘eating’ at all.
Once, I deliberately didn’t say anything about eating and watched him all day. At that time, seeing Han Yeoul truly not eat anything except a few sips of water, I thought while making white porridge before bed.
I’ll have to take care of Han Yeoul’s meals from the side for the rest of his life.
Food bought outside has lots of seasoning, and no matter how healthy it claims to be, dust will settle on dishes that many people have used, so it’s best to make food at home.
So I got a cooking certificate.
Rather than leaving it to someone else’s hands, I’d feel more at ease making it myself.
Since I’m getting it anyway, wouldn’t it be good to get all the types? So I learned everything I could. But I didn’t want to reduce the time I spent with Han Yeoul, so I mainly prepared for exams during times when I wasn’t with Han Yeoul.
In other words, I reduced my sleep and created spare time.
My second older brother called me a ‘crazy bastard’ when he saw me like this. I didn’t quite understand that second brother. Knowing better than anyone that Han Yeoul’s body is weak, yet not appreciating the effort I’m making to feed Han Yeoul.
And honestly, the crazy one isn’t me but second brother.
I thought he would inherit Father’s work together with eldest brother, but out of nowhere he went to medical school. Emergency medicine at that. I don’t know why he’s buying hardship, but that’s his choice, so whatever. In any case, it wasn’t bad to have a doctor in the family.
Since I could use him anytime when Han Yeoul is sick, in a way, second brother made quite a decent career choice. For me and Han Yeoul.
Even though I ask Han Yeoul every day “What should we eat?”, I don’t expect an answer. Since the answer that comes back is obviously going to be “whatever Seonjae wants to eat.” Though I always want to eat Han Yeoul.
If I could, I wanted to eat Han Yeoul all night long, no, all day long. But Han Yeoul’s stamina was far, far from enough for that.
So I have to feed him well. To live together healthily for a long, long time from now on.
“Ah…, I’m so tired.”
“What? Yeoul-ah, you’re tired? Are you sick somewhere?”
See. The moment I relax even a little, he gets a fever right away.
I picked up Han Yeoul and ran. Fortunately, the university hospital is close to the school building. As I ran while carrying him, he seemed quite exhausted burrowing into my arms. Even after going to the emergency room, going through the procedures, and leaving Han Yeoul with second brother, my heart remained anxious.
Is it because I released too many pheromones? Did being wary of Kim Yeonghyo become something that made Han Yeoul suffer?
…I should have done it in moderation.
When I went to the trait medicine department to get suppressants and returned to the emergency room while Han Yeoul was receiving treatment, Han Yeoul was asleep. Looking at the IV line, it seemed it would take quite a while, so I briefly stroked Han Yeoul’s face and then went to find second brother.
“Hyung.”
Second brother, who was looking at a chart, answered “what” without even turning his head. It’s largely my fault that second brother and I became such a distant relationship.
