What, must be in heat. I’m smelling heat pheromones for the first time. Do you have to leak that much to seduce guys like that? Wow, the smell is crazy for real.
Jaeha dragged the man outside the club. Then he took out the phone sticking out of his back pocket and pressed the man’s fingerprint to it. Perhaps the heat fever was slowly rising, the man started panting and rubbing his body against Jaeha. It was maddening.
He caught a taxi that was just dropping off a customer and pushed the man into the back seat. Excuse me for a moment—he pretended to hand over a 50,000 won bill while checking the driver’s face. The old driver showed no particular reaction to the vibrating pheromones. To a beta, it would be perceived as just a strong perfume scent.
Jaeha held onto the back door while swiping through the phone contacts and pressed a number saved with a heart. He thought it might be a lover, but an older woman’s voice came through.
“I found the phone’s owner collapsed drunk on the street. What’s your relationship? Ah, his mother. If you tell me the address, I’ll send him there by taxi.”
He gave her the taxi number and handed the phone to the driver. Mmm, mm—he firmly pressed down the head of the man moaning and panting strangely, making him lie completely flat in the back seat, and closed the door.
Even after the taxi left, the white musk scent kept stabbing at his nose.
It wasn’t a scent he liked.
Jaeha roughly brushed off his clothes and headed back to the back door. A bouncer who recognized Jaeha opened the door for him. Jaeha shoved an additional tip into his pocket and gestured with his finger to his lips. The bouncer nodded.
After entering, Jaeha grabbed an MD who was swaggering around carrying liquor bottles and asked.
“Where’s Teddy?”
“He got a VIP call right now, he’ll be back soon.”
“Which room?”
The MD smiled awkwardly and tried to avoid Jaeha. Though he had to stop with an “ow ow ow” exaggeration when his shoulder was grabbed.
Whip first.
Carrot later.
He tossed a tip onto the serving tray. The staff member looked around with a troubled expression. When he tossed another bundle, only then did he whisper.
As expected, it was the four acorns’ room.
A man he hadn’t seen earlier was kneeling with only underwear on, his upper body covered in flashy tattoos completely exposed. It seemed to be ‘Teddy.’
“Hey you fucking bastard, where do you think you are barging in!”
“Where did you dump the omega? Hey, you let them get away because you couldn’t control that one thing?”
“The mood’s already fucked anyway, but this works out. You can substitute.”
“I said I don’t like men.”
“Fucker, then just cum in his mouth. With that face, fuck.”
Actually, they didn’t really need an omega that badly, did they?
“What are you doing, you fucker, get up and grab him.”
Teddy hurriedly got up and locked the door. Well, it actually worked out better for Jaeha.
“I’m.”
Jaeha grabbed Teddy’s hair and threw him toward where the acorns were, speaking calmly.
“In a really shitty mood right now, you know?”
Then he stood with his back to the door. Not to secure an escape route, but to prevent those bastards from running away.
“So I want to beat someone to death, whoever I can catch, but if I randomly picked someone on the street and beat them up and that person turned out to be a really good person, I’d feel even shittier, right?”
Teddy crawled over and picked up a liquor bottle upside down. The expensive alcohol that was half-remaining poured out. What a waste.
“But you guys seem like bad people, so I can beat you up. Right?”
The wafting alcohol smell diluted the unpleasant musk scent. Jaeha smiled broadly for once and waved his hand at them.
“Just like you guys have to fuck when your dicks get hard, I have to beat people when I’m pissed to feel better. So you all understand how I feel, right?”
When is that bastard Jang Hyeokjin going to die?
They say your alcohol tolerance decreases when you get old, but Jang Hyeokjin emptied almost a whole bottle of that strong whiskey without even ice and didn’t slur his tongue once. Does he chew bear gallbladder instead of food? His liver should be giving out by now.
The plan was to drink moderately and escape together when Director Yoon got up, but while he briefly went to the bathroom, that fox-like bastard escaped first. In the end, the gathering only broke up after he just chewed on snacks and went on a tirade about the Icheon site. Taesung barely managed to shake off Han Yunseong, who persistently followed him saying he’d called a driver and would escort him home, and left Knox. He didn’t even want to go near the parking zone if only to avoid running into that bastard Han Yunseong.
He didn’t want to bicker with a designated driver because of the entrance to the underground parking lot that was as narrow as an anthill, so he planned to have Cheolgu bring the car tomorrow and take a taxi home.
Forgetting that this was a time when taxis were damn hard to catch for short distances.
“……”
Taesung doubted his eyes at the message on the screen: ‘Calling a vehicle 20 minutes away.’
If I’m going to stand and wait 20 minutes, I might as well walk. I don’t understand why they won’t accept calls for distances they could just drop you off on their way. Are their bellies full?
The old days were better. Once you caught a taxi with its vacant sign on, there was no such thing as refusing a ride even if you asked them to go a 5-minute walking distance. As soon as they saw Taesung’s face through the rearview mirror, they’d all swallow their curses and obediently take him there.
Taesung turned off the app and glared at the passing taxis. Every single one either had passengers or was heading to find reservation holders with their green lights on.
Fine, it’s too dirty and petty, so I won’t take one, I won’t. When the time comes, I’ll just take the punctual bus.
Taesung pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and crossed the street looking for a bus stop. At some point, a club that had opened across from Knox was making all sorts of racket. They even named it similarly to Knox. Taesung didn’t particularly like clubs, but he regarded it favorably in that it made Jang Hyeokjin uncomfortable. Seeing that Jang Hyeokjin hadn’t yet grabbed a club and run over to smash it, the operator must have quite a backing?
Looking at the long entrance line in front of the door, Taesung felt a strange vicarious satisfaction. Maybe that’s why the commotion that would normally grate on his ears didn’t seem so unpleasant. Yeah, make noise. Make more noise. He turned around, cheerfully puffing smoke.
But Taesung’s pleasant mood didn’t last long.
Across from the club, on a waiting chair placed in front of a famous meat restaurant that had closed after business hours, a familiar silhouette was staring intently at Taesung while puffing out white smoke.
Why is that crazy bastard Hyun Jaeha loitering in front of Jang Hyeokjin’s territory, when he’s not even a puppy wandering into a tiger’s den on its own feet? He approached thinking he should kick him in the head and chase him out, but when he actually saw Jaeha’s face, he momentarily forgot what to say. Dried bloodstains were all over various places on his face from wherever he’d been and whatever he’d been doing.
“You bastard….”
Taesung grabbed and lifted Jaeha’s chin. It was too dark around to clearly distinguish where and how he’d been hit to bleed. Jaeha chuckled and grabbed Taesung’s wrist. Each finger joint had reddish-purple bruises.
“What the hell have you been doing going around like this?”
“Mm….”
It also bothered him that the guy who should either make him remove his hand or pick a fight sarcastically was strangely docile today. Just like Jaeha from the time when he used to follow Taesung around.
“I drank at the club and something was mixed in, my body started feeling weird.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Though the subject wasn’t Jaeha.
Taesung furrowed his brow and turned the face this way and that with the hand holding the chin. Hearing those words, the face did look strangely flushed and the eyes seemed slightly off too.
“Four black-haired guys were dragging him away, so there was a bit of a scuffle.”
Jaeha pulled Taesung’s hand and brought it to his own cheek. Hehe—watching Jaeha laugh emptily while rubbing his feverish cheek against the back of his hand, Taesung thought:
This bastard’s completely lost it.
“So, so fucker!”
“Hyung. I’m so tired.”
Did this bastard get assaulted or something?
Though he’d shown off his strength in front of Taesung, he was still a kid—if four guys jumped him….
Even if he’s not an omega, with that face there would be plenty of bastards who’d lose their minds.
Even though he didn’t want to think in this direction, ominous premonitions kept assaulting him and his hand trembled.
Was it because of the trembling transmitted through his cheek? Jaeha opened his tightly closed eyes. Long eyelashes tickled Taesung’s finger joints.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Then go home and sleep!”
“I’m dizzy.”
“Fuck, really, where’s your house? Should I send you to Baekjin Shopping Complex?”
“Mm, well….”
Jaeha collapsed deeply into Taesung’s arms. Taesung reflexively grabbed Jaeha’s shoulders while gaping his mouth in disbelief. Falling asleep like this? What is this crazy bastard doing, collapsing and sleeping here? This was the guy who acted all cocky as if he owned the world on the rooftop of Baekjin Shopping Complex. Taesung had no reason to help him.
“Hey, hey fucker, snap out of it!”
He slapped his cheek several times. Jaeha’s head would turn sharply to the other side, then drop back into Taesung’s arms.
People standing in front of the club raised their phones at this scene. Thinking his face would end up sold to some wreck channel at this rate, Taesung hoisted the limp Jaeha onto his back.
