Alpha Trauma

He said that and then took a seat across from Wooyeon. Garam quickly pushed Seonkyu aside and squeezed in next to the woman. Dohyeon briefly ran his hand through his hair before returning to the seat beside Wooyeon.

As soon as everyone sat down, the man on the other side suggested playing a drinking game, gathering participants. Dohyeon called a staff member over to bring some glasses and small plates, while the woman, in a calm voice, asked Dohyeon a question.

“How many new members joined this year?”

“Four. There were many applicants, but none of them could properly write an English title.”

“Did anyone submit

again this year?”

“That one shows up every year.”

Wooyeon found the idea of a “polite teacher” incredibly strange. Dohyeon had spoken formally to him when they first reunited, but the feeling wasn’t quite the same. Now, it was like he had become the youngest among them.

“Unnie… How have you been?”

“I’ve been well. How did your midterms go?”

“…Let’s not talk about that.”

Garam quietly tucked her hair behind her ears, looking prim and proper. Seonkyu stared at her with his mouth hanging open, seemingly impressed. Dohyeon, familiar with Garam’s antics, set down a bottle of soju and beer in front of the woman.

She raised one eyebrow with a blank expression.

“Did you call me over to mix drinks for you?”

“Why else would I call you? Sungjae hyung can handle the bill.”

“Does Park Sungjae know that?”

“He’ll find out by tomorrow morning.”

The woman smirked knowingly, amused but making no effort to warn the man about it.

“Well… Park Sungjae can deal with that later.”

She grabbed the soju bottle and began skillfully mixing soju with beer. She poured the soju first, followed by the beer, then expertly tapped the chopsticks against the glass to create foam. The way she handled the process without spilling a drop made it clear she had done this many times before.

She then handed the perfectly mixed drink to Wooyeon.

“You look young. What’s your name?”

“…”

Wooyeon, who had been watching them curiously, flinched in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to speak to him. Just as he reached for the drink she offered, Dohyeon suddenly intervened, taking the glass.

“Seon Wooyeon. He’s not a single-name Wooyeon, but a

Wooyeon.”

Dohyeon responded and took a sip from the glass, gulping down the contents like he had during their MT (membership training) trip. The woman, half-amused, remarked, “That’s not yours, though,” but Dohyeon didn’t seem to care.

“The drinks mixed by

are always the best.”

His easygoing, smiling demeanor was playful to the core. The woman, seemingly in agreement, clicked her tongue lightly, remarking how much he’d grown. As she picked up the soju bottle again, she glanced at Wooyeon.

“Are you a freshman?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You look really young.”

“Well, I’m twenty.”

“You didn’t look like that at twenty.”

“…Is that an insult?”

Wooyeon gripped the glass of water in his hand, pouting slightly. He liked being next to them, but it was uncomfortable hearing them talk about him like he wasn’t there. And this strange sense of familiarity bothered him even more.

“Unnie, can you make me a soju-beer mix, too?”

“What, you all think I’m a drink-mixing machine?”

“Ah, I’m curious too…”

“Look at that, even the freshmen now.”

The woman quickly became close with Seonkyu as well. Despite her cold tone and expressionless face, she wasn’t off-putting at all. She mixed two more drinks and handed them to Garam and Seonkyu, flashing a quick smile as she turned to Wooyeon.

“Do you want one too?”

“Noona.”

Dohyeon softly called her. The woman slowly turned her gaze toward him before looking back at Wooyeon.

“I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to, just say so. Are you not good with alcohol?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Without glancing at Dohyeon, Wooyeon answered immediately. He could sense Dohyeon looking at him, but he paid it no mind. He held out his untouched beer glass, and the woman’s eyes sparkled with interest.

“I drink. Please give me one too.”

It was almost out of stubbornness. He didn’t particularly want to drink, and he had never tried soju-beer before, but he didn’t want to just sit idly by either. The subtle sense of exclusion he felt was unsettling.

“Just try it. I can’t pour too much with

staring.”

The woman chuckled and mixed another soju-beer, this time filling the glass only halfway. Wooyeon took the glass, and like Dohyeon before him, he downed it all in one go.

“…”

A moment of mixed reactions followed. While Dohyeon frowned, Wooyeon looked surprised as he stared into his now-empty glass. He slowly shifted his gaze from the glass to the woman across from him. She grinned confidently and asked,

“Tastes good, right?”

Wooyeon nodded, as if entranced. He had tried soju during their MT trip, but the combination with beer completely masked the alcohol taste. It was cold and crisp at first, with a pleasant finish, making it the best drink Wooyeon had ever tasted.

“How did you make it like this?”

“Just the result of years working in an office.”

The woman winked and took Wooyeon’s glass again, smirking to herself as she mumbled,

“This is bad. We’ve got a freshman hooked on soju-beer.”

“…….”

With a sigh, Dohyeon stood up from his seat. Wooyeon was so absorbed in the soju cocktail that he didn’t even notice Dohyeon looking at him. Dohyeon, with a complicated expression, glanced between Wooyeon and the woman before running a hand through his hair.

“I’m going to go have a smoke.”

It was only after Dohyeon turned his back that Wooyeon looked his way. Somehow, the sight of him walking away without looking back left Wooyeon feeling a bit regretful. The woman cleared her throat and softly called out.

“Garam.”

“Yes? Yes?”

With playful eyes, the woman placed a soju cocktail in front of Wooyeon. Her lips, still curved into a slight smile, spoke in a calm tone.

“Go have a smoke with him.”

* * *

It took exactly 30 minutes. That’s how long it took for Wooyeon to open up to her and for the way they addressed her to change to “Noona.”

“So, you did badly on the exam?”

“Yeah… I didn’t understand a thing.”

“That must’ve been frustrating.”

The woman, who had introduced herself as Kim Minjung, somehow gave off a relaxed, comfortable vibe. Even though she didn’t say much, she led the conversation. She didn’t laugh often, yet her presence was warm, drawing Wooyeon in. Maybe that’s why, by the time Wooyeon had drunk about four glasses of soju cocktail, he started spilling out his thoughts.

“I should’ve just not taken that English phonology class.”

“Why did a first-year even take that?”

“Well, I registered for the class, but…”

At some point, Minjung had moved to sit next to Wooyeon. Seonkyu had disappeared long ago to play drinking games, and Wooyeon sat there sulking, sipping the soju cocktails Minjung mixed.

“So I just decided to stick with it, but…”

Minjung rested her chin in her hand and nodded along. Occasionally, she let out small chuckles, as if she found Wooyeon’s muttering cute. Wooyeon thought that, for some reason, her serious, expressionless face reminded him of a teacher.

“So, have you started liking Dohyeon?”

At some point, the conversation naturally shifted to Wooyeon’s feelings toward Dohyeon. Wooyeon blinked in confusion, wondering if he had really said that out loud, but he ended up nodding, thinking he must have, since Minjung wouldn’t have known otherwise.

“But the teacher doesn’t like me…”

“The teacher?”

Just as Minjung echoed Wooyeon’s words, a faint scent of pheromones wafted in. Slowly, Wooyeon lifted his head and saw Dohyeon approaching from a distance. Instinctively, he raised a finger to his lips.

“That’s a secret.”

“What’s a secret?”

It wasn’t Minjung who asked that question—it was Dohyeon. Even though he had been far away just a moment ago, he was now suddenly right in front of them. Wooyeon blinked slowly and shook his head.

“Nothing.”

Dohyeon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Wooyeon’s face carefully, his gaze trailing from his eyes to his nose, and finally to his lips. Then, he turned sharply to Garam, who was staring wide-eyed, covering her mouth as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“…This is driving me crazy.”

Muttering to himself, Dohyeon unbuttoned his shirt, leaving only a T-shirt underneath. Minjung frowned as Dohyeon removed his shirt and placed it over Wooyeon’s head. He then explained to Minjung, “He’s an Epsilon.”

Minjung’s expression shifted to one of realization, followed by hesitation. “Epsilon… You mean… an Omega?”

“Yes.”

“Ah…”

Wooyeon absentmindedly pulled the shirt off his head. Though Dohyeon’s pheromones were refreshing, the fabric blocking his vision was frustrating. Dohyeon gently draped the shirt over Wooyeon’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“You’re releasing pheromones.”

“…Pheromones?”

Wooyeon, still clutching Dohyeon’s shirt, blinked slowly. Come to think of it, he had forgotten to control his pheromones for a while now. As he frowned and suppressed them, Garam exhaled with visible relief.

“Wait… is Wooyeon drunk? He seems totally fine.”

“He looked fine the last time too.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Yes, you are.”

Dohyeon firmly stated and brought over a bottle of water. Wooyeon, who was rubbing his eyes in frustration due to his blurry vision, accepted the cold glass of water.

“Don’t rub your eyes. Drink this.”

The cold glass was pressed into his hand, and when Wooyeon hesitated, Dohyeon helped him drink the water directly. “Wow, how considerate,” Wooyeon thought as he gulped down the water.

“There aren’t any Alphas around, right?”

Minjung, who was holding her phone, stood up. She grabbed her bag and approached Wooyeon.

“I’ll take responsibility and make sure he gets home safely. I’m sorry, Wooyeon. I didn’t realize because I’m a Beta.”

“I’m fine.”

There was no reason for Minjung to apologize. Wooyeon was the one who drank, and all Minjung did was mix the soju and beer as requested. Wooyeon shook his head, and Dohyeon bent down in front of him.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Wooyeon slowly raised his gaze. Through his blurry vision, he saw Dohyeon holding up two fingers. Instead of responding, Wooyeon grabbed hold of Dohyeon’s index and middle fingers with both hands.

“…….”

Dohyeon frowned deeply. He tried to pull his fingers away, but Wooyeon, looking distressed, protested.

“Why are you taking them away?”

“He’s really drunk,” Garam remarked, clicking his tongue. Not only that, Wooyeon rested his forehead against the back of Dohyeon’s hand. The cool temperature of both Dohyeon’s skin and his pheromones made Wooyeon feel oddly elated.

“Wooyeon, your pheromones.”

“…Ah.”

With a soft exclamation, Wooyeon sluggishly retracted his pheromones. This hadn’t happened during their trip, but for some reason, his pheromones were slipping out now. Come to think of it, his heat cycle was probably approaching, but with everything going on, he had forgotten.

“Wooyeon, Noona will take you home. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you can, Unnie?”

“It’s fine. Compared to Park Sungjae, he’s tiny.”

“I’m not tiny.”

“No matter how small you are, Wooyeon, you’re still bigger than Unnie.”

“I said I’m not small.”

“…Right, you’re not small.”

Dohyeon responded softly and finally pulled his hand free. Wooyeon, realizing he had let go too late, lowered his eyes, looking sorrowful, as if he were about to cry. Garam coldly advised, “Just give him your hand. What if he cries?”

“Stop saying ridiculous things.”

Dohyeon, running a hand through his hair, looked around. He neither offered his hand nor gave Wooyeon any attention. Unable to bear the injustice, Wooyeon reached out again, this time grabbing Dohyeon’s right arm.

“….”

Dohyeon awkwardly bent down after his arm was seized. Wooyeon clung tightly to it as if determined not to let go. Dohyeon, speaking softly, asked, “Do you know whose arm this is?”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t seem like you do.”

It felt like a familiar conversation. Wooyeon tilted his head and rubbed his cheek against Dohyeon’s arm. Since Dohyeon had taken off his shirt earlier, the coolness of his skin was directly palpable. Wooyeon raised his eyes slightly and looked up at Dohyeon.

“Can’t Sunbae take me home?”

His voice was full of pleading, and Dohyeon stayed silent. Minjung approached, attempting to convince Wooyeon, but he just closed his eyes and buried his face in Dohyeon’s arm again.

“If it’s not you, I don’t want to go.”

It wasn’t that he disliked Minjung, but Dohyeon was better. While clutching Dohyeon’s arm, a careful hand settled on Wooyeon’s head.

“I get it, so let go for now. You need to let go if you want to go home.”

Wooyeon hesitated but eventually released Dohyeon’s arm. He planned to grab it again if this was a trick. However, Dohyeon checked that he had his phone and wallet, then slung Wooyeon’s bag over his shoulder.

“I’ll head out first, so please tell Sungjae-hyung,” Dohyeon said.

“…Are you sure? Garam thinks his pheromones are quite intense right now,” Minjung frowned, gesturing to Garam, who had kept his distance from Wooyeon the entire time. Dohyeon wrapped Wooyeon’s shirt around his shoulders and tied the sleeves together.

“I’m fine. I’m far from my rut. Wooyeon, look at me. Can you stand?”

Wooyeon took Dohyeon’s hand and wobbled to his feet. He swayed dangerously, but Dohyeon quickly caught him. With his head spinning, walking seemed impossible.

“I can’t walk.”

“Should I carry you?”

“Can’t you just hold me?”

Dohyeon pressed his lips together at Wooyeon’s request. Wooyeon assumed this was a rejection and lowered his eyes, sulking. It made no sense to him that carrying was fine, but holding wasn’t.

“I’ll call a taxi. Just help him down for now,” Minjung said, gathering her things and heading outside to hail a cab. Meanwhile, Garam looked sharply at Dohyeon, who was supporting Wooyeon.

“He’s twenty,” Garam’s voice was low, bringing the mood down with it. Dohyeon didn’t respond, but Garam spoke more firmly.

“I trust you won’t do anything.”

“….”

Wooyeon blinked, lifting his head. In his drunken state, he couldn’t grasp the meaning of their conversation. Dohyeon gently patted Wooyeon’s head and answered calmly, “I can’t do anything to him.”

* * *

Wooyeon opened his eyes only after being laid on a soft bed. He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, but now he found himself in an unfamiliar room. As his eyes slowly fluttered open, a familiar face appeared before him.

“You’re awake?”

It was Dohyeon. The gentle, one-double-lidded teacher. His kind gaze studied Wooyeon carefully.

“Looks like you’re not completely sober yet.”

“Where are we?”

“You really… shouldn’t drink.”

With a sigh, Dohyeon sat down on the edge of the bed. He carefully brushed Wooyeon’s bangs aside and gently stroked his forehead.

“Who would believe you’re this drunk when you seem so fine?”

“I’m not drunk.”

“It sure seems that way.”

Maybe it was because the room was dark, but Dohyeon’s voice sounded particularly soft. Wooyeon held his hand and pressed it to his cheek, the coolness helping to clear his mind a bit.

“If you’re not drunk and still acting like this… that’s even worse. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

Wooyeon slowly raised his gaze. Through his blurry vision, he could see that Dohyeon was holding up two fingers. Instead of answering, Wooyeon grabbed onto Dohyeon’s index and middle fingers with each hand.

“……”

Dohyeon furrowed his brow deeply, trying to pull his fingers away, but Wooyeon protested, making a pouty face.

“Why are you taking them away?”

“You’re really drunk.”

Garum clicked his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Wooyeon buried his forehead on the back of Dohyeon’s hand, relishing the cool temperature and calming pheromones that made him feel even more giddy.

“Wooyeon, your pheromones.”

“…Ah.”

Wooyeon, realizing what was happening, struggled to reel his pheromones back in. He hadn’t been like this during the group outing, but now his pheromones were escaping uncontrollably. It was probably because his heat cycle was nearing—something he had forgotten amidst his busy schedule.

“Wooyeon, Noona will take you home. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you can manage, Unnie?”

“I’ll be fine. Compared to Park Sungjae, he’s small.”

“I’m not small.”

“No matter how small you are, Wooyeon, you’re still bigger than me…”

“I’m telling you, I’m not small.”

“…Okay, you’re not small.”

Dohyeon gently replied and finally managed to free his hand. Wooyeon, who had let go of Dohyeon, immediately looked crestfallen, as though he was about to cry. Seeing this, Garum spoke coldly.

“Just give him your hand, or what if he starts crying?”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

Dohyeon ran a hand through his hair, looking around. Not offering his hand or even his gaze, Wooyeon, unable to hold back his frustration, reached out again—this time grabbing Dohyeon’s right arm.

“…”

Dohyeon awkwardly bent over, having his arm seized once more. Wooyeon clung tightly to his arm, this time as if he wouldn’t let go.

“Do you know whose arm this is?” Dohyeon asked gently.

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do.”

The conversation felt like déjà vu. Wooyeon, who had tilted his head, rubbed his cheek against Dohyeon’s arm. With Dohyeon having taken off his shirt, Wooyeon could directly feel his cool skin. He looked up at Dohyeon with just his eyes.

“Sunbae, can’t you take me home?”

Wooyeon’s brows lowered in a pleading way, and Dohyeon remained silent. Minjung approached, trying to persuade Wooyeon, but Wooyeon closed his eyes and buried his face again.

“If it’s not you, I won’t go.”

It wasn’t that Wooyeon disliked Minjung; it was just that Dohyeon was better. While Wooyeon clung to Dohyeon’s arm, a cautious hand rested on his head.

“Alright, but you have to let go if you want to go home.”

After hesitating, Wooyeon finally let go of Dohyeon’s arm. He had already prepared himself to grab it again if Dohyeon lied. But instead, Dohyeon checked his phone and wallet, then slung Wooyeon’s bag over his shoulder.

“I’ll go ahead, so let Sungjae-hyung know.”

“…Are you sure? Judging by Garum’s reaction, his pheromones are pretty intense.”

Minjung frowned, glancing at Garum. Garum, still standing at a distance, hadn’t dared to approach Wooyeon. Dohyeon stepped closer and tied the sleeves of the shirt Wooyeon had draped around him.

“It’s fine. I’m far from a rut. Wooyeon, look at me. Can you stand?”

Wooyeon grabbed Dohyeon’s outstretched hand and stumbled to his feet. He wobbled, but Dohyeon quickly steadied him. With his head spinning, Wooyeon wasn’t in any condition to walk.

“I can’t walk.”

“Want a piggyback ride?”

“Can you just hold me?”

At Wooyeon’s request, Dohyeon pressed his lips together in silence. Wooyeon assumed it was a rejection and lowered his gaze gloomily. How was it that a piggyback was fine, but being held wasn’t? He couldn’t understand it.

“I’ll call a taxi, so just help him down first.”

Minjung dropped her things and headed outside the bar, likely planning to hail a taxi and then return. As she left, Garum, watching Wooyeon leaning against Dohyeon, sharply commented,

“He’s only twenty.”

His voice was low, and the mood instantly darkened. Dohyeon didn’t respond, but Garum spoke more forcefully.

“I trust you won’t cross any lines.”

“…”

Wooyeon blinked, lifting his head. In his drunken haze, he couldn’t comprehend the conversation. Dohyeon stroked Wooyeon’s hair gently and responded in a calm voice.

“I wouldn’t lay a hand on him.”

* * *

Wooyeon opened his eyes only after he was laid down on a soft bed. He must have fallen asleep at some point because when he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar room. Slowly blinking, he saw a familiar face in front of him.

“You’re awake?”

It was Dohyeon, the teacher with the gentle eyes and a single fold in his eyelid. His kind, crescent-shaped eyes looked down at Wooyeon as he examined him.

“Looks like the alcohol hasn’t worn off yet.”

“Where am I?”

“You really shouldn’t drink, you know.”

Dohyeon sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He carefully brushed Wooyeon’s bangs aside, gently rubbing his round forehead.

“Who would believe it? You seem so normal but you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You sure look it.”

Maybe it was because the room was dark, but Dohyeon’s voice sounded especially low. Wooyeon grabbed the hand on his forehead and brought it to his cheek. The cool touch helped him clear his mind slightly.

“If you’re acting like this sober, that’s even worse… Do you realize that?”

“I do.”

“Now that I see it, even the way you’re answering is like you’re drunk.”

Instead of pulling his hand away, Dohyeon simply met Wooyeon’s gaze. Through his blurred vision, he could see Dohyeon’s eyes. Wooyeon thought there was a slight warmth in that gaze.

“…I’m hot.”

“Hot?”

Wooyeon, who was lying on his side, sluggishly pushed himself up by placing a hand on the bed. The surroundings were unfamiliar. The bed, the ceiling, the wardrobe—everything felt strange, including Dohyeon.

“This isn’t my house…”

“It is. It’s our house.”

Dohyeon answered and tried to lay Wooyeon back down. However, Wooyeon let go of Dohyeon’s hand and crawled towards the headboard. Once he leaned back against it, Dohyeon withdrew his hand.

“I took you to your house, but you didn’t tell me the password, so we came to mine.”

“Should I give you the password?”

“No, it’s fine now.”

Dohyeon shook his head with a serious expression and added that Wooyeon should never reveal it to anyone, no matter what. Wooyeon obediently nodded and fanned his collar.

“But I’m really hot.”

He’d been feeling it for a while now—the room was too warm. Or maybe it was his body that was heating up. The slow-spreading warmth built up with each breath. Dohyeon tilted his head in confusion.

“Is it because of the alcohol?”

“It’s not that…”

Whether it was from the alcohol or something else, the heat was undeniable, but that wasn’t the important part. Pouting, Wooyeon grabbed his clothes.

“I want to take this off.”

It wasn’t that Wooyeon forgot Dohyeon was there—how could he ignore the overpowering presence of pheromones practically flowing from him? He just wasn’t thinking rationally about the fact that he shouldn’t be undressing in front of him.

“Take it off?”

“It’s too hot, so I have to…”

Wooyeon bowed his head and started fidgeting with his hands. At first, he intended to take off his hoodie, but lifting his arms was too much of a hassle, so he gave up. Instead, he spread his legs slightly and moved his hands to his pants buckle.

But before he could do anything, his wrists were grabbed firmly.

“…Wooyeon.”

Dohyeon held both of Wooyeon’s wrists and made him lean against the headboard. Wooyeon could sense the suppressed pheromones coming from Dohyeon, who had gotten much closer. Their eyes met, and Dohyeon warned in a low voice.

“Get a hold of yourself.”

The words were clearly directed at Wooyeon, but they sounded like Dohyeon was telling himself the same thing. Wooyeon tried to pull his arms free, pouting in frustration.

“It hurts.”

“…”

“It hurts… Let go.”

Though it was obviously an exaggerated complaint, Dohyeon played along willingly. As soon as he let go, Wooyeon reached for his pants again. But, being drunk, his fingers weren’t cooperating.

“Why won’t this work…”

Wooyeon frowned, struggling with the buckle. He pinched the button and tried pushing it with his other hand, but it still wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, he decided to ask Dohyeon for help.

“Can you help me with this?”

His eyes drooped, looking pitiful and as if he were genuinely suffering. Wooyeon grabbed Dohyeon’s hand and brought it to his waistband.

“Just the button, please.”

Before Dohyeon could react, Wooyeon rested his forehead on his shoulder, then suddenly buried his nose in Dohyeon’s neck, inhaling deeply. The room was filled with Wooyeon’s pheromones, but Dohyeon’s neck carried the scent of an alpha.

“Your pheromones smell so good…”

Wooyeon forgot all about taking off his pants and pressed himself against Dohyeon. The fragrant and strong pheromones seemed to seep into his skin. Though Dohyeon let out an incredulous chuckle, he didn’t push Wooyeon away.

“Time to sleep, Wooyeon.”

It was the obvious thing to say, but Dohyeon’s words didn’t reach him. Wooyeon rubbed his nose against Dohyeon’s neck, greedily inhaling more pheromones. His already heated body felt like it was catching fire.

“Mm…”

The last bit of his rationality drifted away like a delicate thread. His lower half was aching, and his abdomen tingled. Slowly, Wooyeon moved his hand downward to rub himself.

“Haa…”

Through his pants, he could feel his half-erect member. It grew under his touch. He rubbed it slowly, then pressed harder. It was as if his instincts had taken over his actions.

But no matter how much he moved his hand, Wooyeon couldn’t reach the pleasure he was seeking. Eventually, after a while of squirming, his hips began to lift off the bed.

“What are you…”

Dohyeon, noticing Wooyeon’s strange movements, pulled back slightly. His gaze traveled down to where Wooyeon was rubbing his lower half. But Wooyeon didn’t seem to care about the attention and pressed his palm down firmly.

“…….”

For a moment, Wooyeon felt a sense of floating. The sudden stop of Dohyeon’s pheromones made him think that time itself might have paused. If Dohyeon hadn’t spoken in a deep, subdued voice, Wooyeon might have pinched his own cheek to check.

“Wooyeon.”

Instinctively, Wooyeon looked at Dohyeon. His vision was blurry, so he couldn’t see the expression on Dohyeon’s face. Because of that, Wooyeon leaned his head against Dohyeon’s chest and pleaded with a whiny voice.

“Please help me take off my pants.”

“…….”

“They’re so uncomfortable…”

Dohyeon didn’t embrace Wooyeon. Just like before, he remained stiff and silent. Wooyeon, clinging even closer to him, pressed his lips against Dohyeon’s neck.

“Just the pants, okay?”

Only then did he get some kind of reaction. Dohyeon didn’t help him take off his pants or hug him, but he let out a soft, low laugh and muttered.

“How are you going to face me tomorrow after this?”

“…Tomorrow?”

Wooyeon couldn’t think clearly. What did tomorrow have to do with what he was doing now? It seemed Dohyeon realized that Wooyeon wasn’t understanding, so he spoke again, sounding exasperated.

“You’re drunk, so you won’t even remember this.”

His voice wasn’t like usual. It was low, heavy, and most of all, frightening. Wooyeon felt a wave of sadness rise in him and wrapped his arms around Dohyeon’s waist. He had been saying over and over that he wasn’t drunk, but Dohyeon still didn’t believe him.

“I will remember.”

“You’ll remember?”

Wooyeon nodded as sincerely as he could. His lower body felt strange, his whole body was hot, and the unsatisfied desire was piling up in his stomach. There was nothing more frustrating than not being able to satisfy that need.

“I won’t forget. So please…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Dohyeon’s hand moved forward. With one hand, he unbuttoned Wooyeon’s pants and unzipped them. Then he gently pushed Wooyeon back against the headboard.

“Alright then, do what you want.”

Without responding, Wooyeon slipped his hand into his pants. Now that the buckle was undone, the sensation against his member was much clearer than before. As his clumsy hand rubbed over his underwear, a sharp jolt of pleasure ran through his lower abdomen.

“Ugh…”

Wooyeon’s body slipped down slightly. He spread his legs with his knees bent, tilting his head back. His shorts had ridden up, revealing his pale thighs.

“Mm…”

Trembling slightly, Wooyeon squinted his eyes. His vision was too blurry to see Dohyeon clearly—he couldn’t tell where Dohyeon was looking, what expression he had, or what his lips were doing.

The one thing Wooyeon was certain of was that without Dohyeon’s pheromones, he couldn’t reach his climax.

“Please… give me some pheromones.”

“…….”

“I can’t… I can’t finish.”

A sigh escaped Dohyeon. He smirked darkly and lowered his voice.

“Now you’re trying to use me to get off?”

Wooyeon blinked, his breath trembling. Maybe he thought the pheromones weren’t working. With a tentative tone, he suggested.

“Then, instead of pheromones…”

“Instead of pheromones?”

“Your hand?”

“…….”

Wooyeon couldn’t tell what Dohyeon was thinking. He wasn’t embracing him, wasn’t giving him pheromones, and now he wasn’t even responding. Wooyeon only wanted a little help with his hand—how hard could that be?

“You’re really mean.”

Wooyeon muttered softly, almost pouting. His voice quivered as he whined, and Dohyeon let out a deep sigh. Covering his eyes with one hand, he spoke in a strained voice.

“…You’re lying in my bed right now.”

Wooyeon didn’t stop his movements and responded, a low groan escaping his throat.

“…I know.”

“Right, so you understand everything.”

“Mm…”

The hand that had been covering Dohyeon’s eyes slowly slid down his face. He blinked a few times before speaking again, his voice barely audible through his clenched teeth.

“Your heat cycle is coming soon, isn’t it?”

“Uh… Yes.”

“Did you take your suppressant?”

“I did, but… ah…”

“You know you can’t act like this anywhere else, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“I’ve been drinking too, so…”

Dohyeon’s voice slowed. The rest of his words, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” were barely audible. After what felt like an eternity, Dohyeon bit his lower lip and whispered with a cracked voice.