With still wide-awake eyes, he looked up at the ceiling. He was upset remembering the marks scattered on Ganghyuk’s nape, but he had to accept it.
He wasn’t even a similar age to himself, and Ganghyuk was already an established person in society. Moreover, his appearance was striking, he had a lot of money, and he was even a dominant alpha.
If you were an omega, regardless of age, you’d definitely be attracted to him. Even beta women would blush seeing Ganghyuk. Perhaps even among beta men, there might be people who felt favorable toward Ganghyuk.
Ian thought about his own strengths that he could present to Ganghyuk.
Appearance? It didn’t seem bad. The problem was that perverts drooled over him.
Age? Twenty years old. Very fresh and young. But Ganghyuk seemed to stand on the opposite side from people who clamored that young is best. Therefore, being too young was a minus.
Money? …None. He even owed a huge debt to Ganghyuk. This was both a minus and a plus. As long as Ian didn’t pay back all the money, the connection with Ganghyuk would continue to remain.
Ability? Hah, this was ambiguous. His studies were just so-so, and while he had some cooking skills, at best he could only make one decent soup.
Ian, who had wrapped the blanket around his body like kimbap, rolled around and bumped his forehead against the wall. The more he thought about it, the more troubled he became, feeling like he had no elements that Ganghyuk would find attractive.
They say first love usually doesn’t work out…
Ian clenched both fists tightly inside the blanket to steel his heart that kept trying to weaken.
It was still too early to give up. For now, he thought he should seep into Ganghyuk like drizzle. He needed to make him unconsciously become accustomed to him while making him feel his presence.
What would be good…
Ian, who had been agonizing with groans, soon closed his eyes and fell asleep making soft breathing sounds. But Ganghyuk appeared in his dream.
He became dejected, hurt by the sight of him saying ‘get lost’ with a cold face. Some unknown woman also appeared, mocking Ian while blatantly pressing her lips to Ganghyuk’s neck and making smacking sounds.
Ian, who knew what kiss marks were but had never made them, had to suppress his envious feelings by biting the back of his hand.
When his eyes snapped open at the noisy alarm sound, Ian discovered the back of his hand covered in saliva and smoothly rubbed it on his pajama pants.
“Hwaaam.”
He yawned and turned off the clock. After sleeping and waking up, the emotions and thoughts he’d felt the night before had calmed down considerably. As Grandfather said, sleep really was the best medicine.
He got up from his seat, neatly arranged the blanket, went into the bathroom, washed up, and came out. Looking in front of Ganghyuk’s door, he saw the tray and water bottle had disappeared without a trace.
Thinking his prediction was right, Ian grinned for no reason and headed to the kitchen. He searched on his phone for how to make dried pollack soup and moved diligently.
Tak tak tak. The blade made a pleasant sound meeting the cutting board. He threw in the green onions he’d just cut into the pot boiling with plenty of dried pollack and radish.
It smelled salty yet delicious. He left the soup to boil vigorously and was opening the refrigerator to see what side dishes there were to eat with it.
“What are you doing?”
There was a presence behind him and he heard a voice still full of sleepiness.
“Ah, Executive Director.”
Ian, holding an egg carton in his hand, turned his head. Then his eyes widened. Ganghyuk appeared holding a tray in his hand, standing in an unguarded state.
Even yesterday he had seen him heavily drunk, but his face hadn’t been this relaxed. His eyelids were halfway down, looking like they might close again at any moment.
Whether he had slept face down, there were faint pillow marks on his cheek, and his hair was slightly pressed down with the middle sticking up pointedly.
Moreover, whether he had changed clothes while sleeping, his upper body was bare and he was just carelessly wearing grayish training pants, so his raw muscles were completely visible.
As Ian froze with his mouth open, Ganghyuk approached, put the tray with the empty water bottle on the dining table, and stroked Ian’s crown as if brushing past it.
“Dried pollack soup?”
“…Yes.”
Because Ganghyuk’s bare skin touched his arm, Ian answered a beat late. He didn’t know where on earth to put his eyes. His light-colored pupils shook mercilessly and roamed over Ganghyuk’s upper body.
Even when he was wearing clothes, Ian had thought his shoulders and arms were about three or four times the size of his own, but seeing them bare, it was more than he imagined. His upper arms were similar to Ian’s thighs.
Above all, the tattoo spanning Ganghyuk’s left chest and shoulder was overwhelming, displaying a deep ink color as if freshly carved. A tiger with each hair meticulously expressed was drawn using his bronze skin as a canvas against a background of mountains and rose of Sharon flowers.
He swallowed dry saliva as the tiger’s glinting eyes were so vivid they seemed alive. The thick yet meticulously developed muscles were perfect as any man would dream of.
Above the perfectly split abs, his veins stood out, making his insides heat up as if watching a lewd picture. He came to his senses when he saw the kiss mark on the nape of the neck that was clearer than yesterday.
Ian headed toward the gas range holding the eggs. Belatedly pretending to be nonchalant, but the earlobes visible on both sides of his face were flushed bright red.
“Is this repayment for last time? I’ll wash up and come eat.”
The sound of footsteps receded behind him. He heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. Ian was still frozen holding eggs in both hands.
The scene he had just witnessed kept coming to mind. Even the front of the training pants was bulging thickly, perhaps because it was morning.
When he breathed in, he could also feel the lingering scent of pheromones that Ganghyuk had carelessly left behind. The deep leather and musk scent vividly stimulated all of Ian’s senses.
When he dropped his head, Ian’s pajama pants front had also bulged up before he knew it. Even though they were sleep pants, his erection was clearly visible.
He put down the eggs and turned on the sink water. He caught cold water in both hands and washed his face vigorously. He had an ominous premonition that the nature of his dreams would probably change starting tonight.
And the premonition was accurate.
<To be continued in Volume 2>
