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He spread apart my hips, making the smooth, flawless entrance visible, almost as if anyone else could see it before me.
The thought of someone else witnessing this made me shudder in fear.
I shook my head, overcome with dread, and broke down in tears.
“Jungha… a-asked to… meet… up wi-with me, huff… in the hotel. I asked him to stop Jungha if he ever went too far…”
But I couldn’t hold back, and tears started to fall more freely as I spoke.
Though there was one more thing I wanted to say, I couldn’t bring myself to voice it—my heart felt too tangled.
Damn it, why did I go that far?
Why did I do it?
All I wanted was to help you, even if just a little.
But you didn’t understand my efforts at all, choosing instead to act out like a jerk.
Tears flowed non-stop from my tear ducts, blurring my vision.
With his face pressed against his chest, I tried to hide as best as I could.
As his fingers touched the sensitive area, I could feel the hard, threatening my entrance.
“And for that… damn it… Why do I have to explain myself like this…?”
My anger boiled up, only to be replaced by a deep sense of injustice and helplessness, and I began to cry louder.
I bowed my head, tears pouring out as if I could rid myself of all my pent-up anxieties.
I held my mouth shut, knowing that if I opened it, a raw, animalistic sob would escape. I tried to steady my chin, but it soon quivered and gave way.
“Yul- ah.”
Doha softly called my name, taking hold of my waist and gently going in and pulling out, releasing the pressure within me.
Even that simple motion set me off, making me cry and moan.
I curled up as tightly as I could to hide my tear-streaked face, while Doha patted my back gently and whispered.
“Don’t call another guy’s name so sweetly.”
“Hic… Damn it, why would you bring that up now…?”
“I was honestly losing my mind.”
It was as though I was saying they shared something special.
I didn’t respond, only quietly receiving Doha’s soothing touch.
“Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Yul-ah. Forgive me.”
Doha continued to comfort me with tender words, apologizing over and over as my tears kept flowing.
The gentleness in his voice only made me cry harder, stirring up a well of emotions.
They rode in silence all the way back to Seoul.
Yul-ah pressed his swollen eyes with his palms, trying to suppress his swelling emotions.
He kept himself quiet by occasionally searching terms on his phone like “pheromone control,” “omega pheromones,” and “public indecency law.”
He gritted his teeth, fearing that if he opened his mouth, a stream of curses would come out.
Eventually, it happened—in the car.
After the tears subsided, a vague warmth remained, leaving him unsure of what to do with himself.
Noticing this, Doha gently comforted him.
“Yul-ah, there’s no one outside. All you have to do is say you need help.”
He managed to coax an agreement out of him, and with just two more times, he let him go.
Yul-ah came to the sharp realization that his boss might be the biggest pervert he’d ever met.
He then pored over articles and posts on portal sites, confirming and reconfirming what he’d read.
Although the best option was to see a specialist, he wasn’t ready for that yet.
Besides, his status as an omega was still a secret.
After hours of searching, he’d reached a conclusion and glanced sideways at Doha, who was sitting behind the wheel.
His instincts had been right; there were only three ways to suppress an omega’s pheromones: through self-control, pheromone showers, or inhibitors.
Just because Doha’s information was accurate didn’t mean his methods were acceptable.
With his expertise in pheromone control, he shouldn’t have needed to kiss him to create a pheromone shower.
So why insist on kissing?
Was he just out of his mind?
“…Are you getting out?”
When had they arrived?
The last time he’d looked up, they were still passing through the toll gate.
Quickly, he turned off his phone, unfastened his seatbelt, and reached for the door handle.
But just as he was about to step out, Doha grabbed his wrist.
“Your pheromones are leaking. Let’s kiss.”
“…Sir.”
Pressing his hand firmly against Doha’s approaching lips, Yul-ah hastily opened the door and got out.
He wasn’t about to let things get out of hand again.
With his lips tucked inward, he shot Doha a defiant look and spoke firmly.
“I’ll only take the pheromone shower without a kiss. It’s said to mask pheromones just as well. Besides… you’re going on a business trip soon, aren’t you? I’ll manage with inhibitors then. No matter how you look at it, doing something like this with my boss would be socially unacceptable. From today, I’ll stay in the separate room you assigned me.”
Not waiting for a reply, he closed the door with enough care not to damage it and headed inside.
As he walked up the neat stone path, he saw Dduki and DDdolbokii wagging their tails and bounding toward him.
The two dogs pranced around his feet, one of them jumping up to press a paw against his chest.
Instead of going inside and facing Doha, Yul-ah decided he’d rather spend time playing with the dogs in the backyard.
“Come on, Dduki and DDdolbokii. Let’s play with your big brother.”
He headed to the backyard with the two dogs, who began racing around the spacious area.
He picked up a frisbee from a corner and threw it.
Woof! The dogs dashed after it, Ddolboki getting to it first and returning triumphantly, tail wagging, before dropping the frisbee at his feet for another throw.
Watching the furballs bounce under the bright lights, he sat down, hugged his knees, and muttered, “…Damn it.”
Doing that in a public parking lot, inside a car—who does that?
And why was he so good at kissing?
Just a few kisses, and he’d lost all self-control.
But had he hated it? …No, that wasn’t it either… Maybe he’d liked it?
The thrill of being seen, that had to be it. It had been a rush he’d never felt before.
Absentmindedly, he wiggled his toes in his shoes and tossed a tennis ball.
Watching it arc through the air, he buried his face between his knees.
The truth was, he had liked the kisses.
But was it really right to keep doing this?
That was harder to answer.
Doha’s face drifted into his thoughts, smiling blissfully as if he was truly happy, looking at him with what seemed like pure affection.
Even now, he could almost hear his low, breathy whispers, laced with passion.
Blushing, he slapped his cheeks hard, trying to shake off the thoughts.
After a long time spent playing with Dduki and DDdolboki, he quietly slipped into the darkened house.
I looked quietly at the final version from the TF team and allowed a slight smile to form.
The model choice was fine, and the storyboard—my hard work—had, after a meeting with Doha and the TF team, transformed into the final version.
It turned out flawlessly.
ll that was left was to film the video.
By now, Doha and the entire TF team had already left the country.
I wasn’t included.
Or rather, I wasn’t able to join because no one knew how my pheromones might react overseas.
So, here I was, alone in Seoul, staying quietly in an empty home.
Honestly, I felt uneasy.
Maybe it was because I’d gotten angry at Doha, something I’d never done before with anyone.
It was over that incident… the car sex outdoors.
Since that day, I’d minimized contact with Doha and even started sleeping in separate rooms.
For the first week, we exchanged only the bare minimum of conversation.
The usual kisses, the overflow of pheromones, the warmth of his embrace—all of it was missing, and our bed was cold and awkward.
I should be used to this, having lived alone all my life, but now, everything felt unfamiliar.
Crawling into a cold bed, waking up to an alarm instead of his arms around me—everything felt strange, even a little frightening at times.
He kept creeping into my mind, this man who had become part of my otherwise unremarkable daily life.
His long business trip schedule only deepened the sense of loss.
Maybe it was because of the last words he left me with.
“When I get back, I have something important to tell you.”
“I want you to listen… and please don’t get angry.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“See you soon, Yul.”
With those words, Doha kissed me lightly on the cheek, then got into the car heading to the airport.
That was exactly a week ago.
With no superior to assist, the company felt strangely quiet.
Mr. Lee, who went with him, would handle any issues arising during the trip, along with Mr. Cho, who had recently been reassigned to the TF team.
This gave me too much time to think.
In Doha’s absence, his empty space kept nudging at me.
They say you don’t notice a filled space, but an empty one is hard to ignore.
As I thought of his face, I found myself scrolling through the gallery on my phone, looking at his photos from past shoots.
Seeing his smooth, familiar face only made my mind more tangled.
What should I say when he returns?
Should I suggest we stop sleeping in separate rooms?
Or maybe…
“If I tell him the truth, would he still be okay with me?”
In my imagination, Doha either brushed it off with a laugh or got angry.
Sometimes, he’d even say it was all for the best with a sly look.
But none of those were his real reaction. What was his true feeling?
I kept building layers of imagination, trying to picture a Doha I didn’t fully know.
I circled around the same thoughts for a long time.
Should I tell him the truth? Or hold back?
Eventually, I came to a decision: not yet.
Just a little longer… I wanted to hold onto the warmth he brought into my life a little more.
Telling him could wait until he grew tired of me.
Pushing down my anxious thoughts, I forced myself to clear my head.
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