Every night before sleeping, he made sure to take one suppressant pill.
In fact, since Taeon was a recessive alpha, it would be fine to take it every other day, but now he consciously took it daily.
Taking suppressants that weren’t covered by insurance continuously, his bank account balance decreased day by day. It wasn’t a damaging enough blow to be unbearable, but it was a cost that was sufficiently burdensome for someone in Taeon’s position.
To avoid this cost, he slept with many omegas. The omegas could also save much more on living expenses with just one night with Taeon, so they mutually helped each other. Now Taeon couldn’t even remember their faces well, but even the time spent with them didn’t disappear from Taeon’s memory.
And Taeon vividly remembered everything about how Sunjeong was when Taeon was with them.
“Yoon Taeon.”
Sometimes he called Taeon in this cold voice.
“Can’t it be me? Why on earth not?”
Usually, he would look up at Taeon like this with teary eyes.
What was Taeon like every time Sunjeong was like that? How did Taeon look at Sunjeong?
No, in fact, there were many times when he didn’t even look. Because the Sunjeong who always tried to stick by his side was annoying.
When he grabbed Taeon’s arm and appealed, Taeon did make full eye contact with Sunjeong. And then he firmly told Sunjeong this.
“I told you it’s not your business. Stop being annoying.”
Then Sunjeong would try to return to normal while desperately swallowing the rising tears.
Because Sunjeong knew better than anyone that even if he burst into tears, Taeon wouldn’t comfort him.
At that time, Taeon really, truly, didn’t understand Sunjeong. He wondered if Sunjeong knew what it meant for Taeon and Sunjeong to spend a rut together.
Even Taeon couldn’t fully know what would happen if their bodies touched while mixed with emotions, but it was an area he could imagine sufficiently. If Taeon and Sunjeong mixed bodies, the relationship would definitely become more persistent and they would become more entangled with each other.
That was what Taeon wanted least. Sunjeong had a life Sunjeong had to live, and Taeon had a life Taeon had to live.
Sunjeong could intervene in Taeon’s life, but Taeon could never do so.
Because he had nothing, Taeon’s two hands were free, but that’s why he couldn’t grab hold of Sunjeong.
Could this pathetic pride that couldn’t properly explain this feeling be called a possession if it was a possession at all?
Not knowing that that pitiful pride was hurting the most precious person to Taeon. No, this too might be hypocrisy. Taeon really didn’t not know that Sunjeong was being hurt. He knew and still did it. Because he knew, he did it even more.
Because he wanted Sunjeong to quickly detach his feelings from him and live the life Sunjeong should live.
But now that Sunjeong’s heart had really left Taeon, now that all there was friendship not much different from what he shared with other friends, how was Taeon?
Today’s situation was clearly the future that Taeon from not long ago had wanted, and he was living in that future, but he couldn’t understand why Taeon’s mood was always gloomy.
It was much later when Taeon, who couldn’t fall asleep for a long time after taking the suppressant, fell into a deep sleep without dreams.
It was truly amazing that he could recognize the fact that it was a dream even in the dream.
Taeon realized very clearly that he was dreaming when he saw Sunjeong in front of his eyes.
Otherwise, there was no way Sunjeong would be lying on the bed of a shabby motel in the neighborhood where Taeon lived. Just as he was back then.
“This isn’t a dream.”
Why am I having such a dream? To Taeon who stiffened for a moment, Sunjeong whispered in an affectionate voice. That this wasn’t a dream.
“If it’s not a dream, you wouldn’t be like this.”
At least the current Sunjeong wouldn’t be like this to Taeon.
But Sunjeong laughed like someone who heard something funny. It was the kind of laugh Taeon liked.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Just keep doing what you were doing.”
What I was doing?
Sunjeong, who had been staring at the pondering Taeon, soon half-raised his upper body. And brought his lips to the lips of Taeon, who was looking down at Sunjeong in an awkward position.
When the soft lips that had touched just once came to touch his lips, Taeon’s body stiffened rigidly with tension. But as the feeling like spring breeze tickling his body continued, Taeon’s body also soon relaxed.
Whether it’s a dream or not, I don’t care.
Eventually, Taeon’s mouth opened.
Then he could feel Sunjeong hesitate. When Taeon’s kiss, completely different from Sunjeong’s clumsy kiss and familiar, began, naturally Sunjeong had no choice but to be swept up in it.
“Hng…”
What am I doing with a kid who doesn’t even know how to breathe properly while kissing?
Taeon felt helpless, but his cock acted oppositely.
He couldn’t help but know that precum was dripping from his erect cock even without checking with his eyes.
“You can breathe through your nose.”
When Taeon, who deliberately pulled his mouth away to give him time to breathe, spoke, he could clearly see Sunjeong’s brow gain just a bit of strength. His pride might be hurt. But seeing there was no response, it seemed okay. Taeon tilted his head toward Sunjeong again.
When he caressed Sunjeong’s nape as if to say it was okay, he felt Sunjeong flinch. Yet the way he soon became docile was quite cute.
Taeon’s hand went down very slowly.
When Taeon’s hand touched his shoulder, Sunjeong flinched once more, and when he gripped his waist without hurting him, now even his slightly exhaled breath was rough.
He couldn’t bring himself to lower his hand further. Instead, Taeon buried his face in Sunjeong’s nape. Inhaling Sunjeong’s body scent mixed with his pheromone scent, now Taeon felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer either.
When even Taeon lay on the bed, their bodies pressed close together. Naturally, when their cocks bumped against each other, the heat of their bodies surged even more.
Unlike Sunjeong, who just squirmed not knowing what to do with his body, Taeon knew exactly which direction to go.
How they could both feel best and be happy right now.
Besides, Sunjeong was a dominant omega, so even with small stimulation, he would lead the alpha in front of him to greater pleasure.
Above all, Sunjeong was Sunjeong. When he pulled away his lips, Taeon rather burst into a hollow laugh before the small, pale face that came into view. The sight of that face stained with arousal was both an area he didn’t want to know and at the same time the face he wanted to look into most closely.
“Y-Yoon Taeon…”
When Taeon’s hand touched Sunjeong’s thigh, Sunjeong called Taeon in surprise. Not stopping him beyond this was probably because Sunjeong also wanted what came next.
But Taeon’s touch couldn’t dare go further.
I could be happiest right now, but… is this really right?
After doing this, what would be left between the two of them? Taeon couldn’t show greed now that he’d never been able to show before.
While Taeon’s actions slowed down because he was slightly worried, Sunjeong suddenly nestled into Taeon’s embrace. Taeon quietly felt the small breaths leaking from Sunjeong’s face pressed against his chest.
“Just do it.”
A small but firm voice.
It would be better if at least a rut burst out at a time like this.
No, even when a rut burst, in fact, he couldn’t go further. Taeon’s reason somehow endured the pheromones.
When Taeon didn’t move, Sunjeong grabbed Taeon’s large shaft with his own hand. At the intense stimulation felt in that moment, Taeon flinched. The feeling of ejaculation swept over him fiercely, but of course he didn’t ejaculate from this. Instead, he just spilled precum like semen in streams.
Taeon felt with his whole body Sunjeong’s hand shaking up and down very slightly. He’d received countless stimulations from others until now, but there was no massive stimulus like a tidal wave like this clumsy hand movement.
Eventually, when Sunjeong’s hand hadn’t moved for long, Taeon ejaculated.
Taeon, who woke from the dream, gasped in surprise. As expected, it was a dream.
A dream that was disappointing because it was a dream and fortunate because it was a dream.
The problem was the blatantly soaked underwear. No way. It can’t be. Thinking this, Taeon checked his underwear and let out a helpless sigh. It was his first wet dream since puberty.
“Crazy.”
Gripped by despair for a moment, Taeon ruffled his hair for no reason and sighed.
Having such a pathetic dream and even cumming.
“Yoon Taeon, you crazy bastard.”
Condemning himself like this didn’t change anything.
Still, he even thought it was rather fortunate that his conscience at least didn’t go all the way even in the dream. Even if he rushed in saying it was a dream, his mood would have been more depressed. Taeon didn’t want to do that to Sunjeong. No, he couldn’t.
Looking at the clock, there was still a long time until work.
After hand-washing his underwear with the strange afterglow following ejaculation, Taeon went outside his house.
After having such a strange dream, he couldn’t stand wanting to endlessly smoke cigarettes he’d quit recently. After finishing one cigarette in front of his house, Taeon walked toward the convenience store still with an empty feeling.
“Hey, Yoon Taeon?”
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice. There were too many people familiar yet unfamiliar to Taeon in this neighborhood.
When he raised his head, the face of a person fairly familiar to Taeon appeared. It was Yuhyeon.
“Finally seeing your face, you crazy bastard.”
