To Me, Who Doesn’t Love You

Suhan, with his hand pressed against the wall, accepted the penetrating member from behind. The soft mucous membrane, swollen to a light color, wrapped around the shaft, and with each deep thrust, the walls inside twitched and convulsed, clearly marking its volume. When the entrance deep inside was finally pierced, Suhan tightened his grip on the wall.“Ah, uhh…”As Suhan’s legs weakened from the now-familiar pleasure and he staggered, Yeonseo embraced him tightly from behind. The firm grip on his waist, ensuring he couldn’t sit down or escape, was something Suhan found satisfying.“Further inside, keep going.”Suhan, unable to fully remove his shoes, seemed quite bothered by it. Yeonseo lifted Suhan’s legs under his arms and carried him up. With Suhan impaled from behind and lifted into the air, he felt his shoes fall off his toes and struggled in surprise. Yeonseo’s stronger grip held Suhan tightly, making escape impossible.“Wait, this… ah…!”Hanging with only Yeonseo to rely on, the sensation of being penetrated deeply was both unfamiliar and unpleasant, yet provocatively pleasurable. As an adult man, Suhan hated being carried around, let alone being penetrated while held. Despite the discomfort he should have felt, the sensation of wet skin meeting wet skin with each movement created a different angle of thrusting that engulfed his entire body like a tidal wave.“A little more, uhh… just keep going.”Why is it that only during such moments Yeonseo becomes so stubborn? Suhan eventually gave up trying to walk on his own, turned his head, and kissed Yeonseo. The sensation of their thick lips meeting and slipping with mixed saliva felt good. At first, it was as if Yeonseo was fleeing and Suhan was chasing him, but later, Yeonseo seemed to greedily take every last breath of Suhan, which was endearing. Damn, what are we doing here… Suhan swallowed a bitter curse and lay down on the couch behind him.“Ha… Suhan…”Yeonseo, who had laid Suhan on the couch, swallowed heavily as he removed Suhan’s pants. Now only wearing socks, Suhan, without a hint of embarrassment, spread his legs wide and wrapped them around Yeonseo’s waist. As if finally finding his place, Yeonseo, holding Suhan’s knees, penetrated deeper and pleaded with him.“Suhan… uhh…”Despite moving his waist roughly, Yeonseo’s expression looked as if he was about to cry, which puzzled Suhan. Why am I the one who feels like dying from being impaled below, yet Yeonseo looks like he’s about to cry? Suhan reached out to touch Yeonseo’s face and answered.“Not Suhan, but Suhan, uhh, call me… hyung.”Yeonseo obediently nodded. At least he responds well.“Suhan hyung… yeah…”At the moment Yeonseo finally used the title Suhan had demanded, Suhan climaxed with a long shiver, ejaculating onto Yeonseo’s shirt.“Uhh…!”However, Yeonseo’s thrusts didn’t weaken; instead, they became more vigorous, causing their bodies to collide with wet skin and reddening Yeonseo’s buttocks. As Yeonseo persistently thrust deeper, scraping the ridges and folds inside, Suhan curled his toes and arched his back.Is sex always this persistent and penetrating? Suhan glanced down at the member partially withdrawn but still embedded more than half an inch inside and then turned his head. This guy is too big. Yet the sensation of the thick tip pushing into the folds inside was not unpleasant.“Ah, wait a moment, I just…”But not being unpleasant doesn’t mean it’s easy to endure, so Suhan, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, grasped Yeonseo’s wrist and pleaded.“Slow down, a bit…”Instead of heeding the plea, Yeonseo swallowed Suhan’s lips. As Yeonseo had complied with Suhan’s requests earlier in the hospital room, now it seemed it was his turn. With one hand, he grasped Suhan’s member and quickly stroked it while thrusting his hips upward.“Mm, uhh…!”As the soft tip was rubbed and simultaneously prodded against the firm spots inside, Suhan’s lower abdomen tensed up. The curve of Yeonseo’s hips and the muscle contractions in his buttocks were felt. Suhan writhed in a strange peak, different from the usual climax. Although he wanted to escape, even briefly, to regain his composure, he was trapped and unable to flee as Yeonseo held him down from above.“Uhh, ah, uhh…!”I wonder if Yeonseo understands how enticing the lack of an escape route can be. Right now, everything in my world is you. Suhan swallowed the words he wouldn’t say and wrapped his arms around Yeonseo’s back. He chose to face the torrential pleasure rather than avoid it.When their hot body temperatures mingled to the point where it was impossible to distinguish whose was whose, Yeonseo released himself deeply inside Suhan. White fluid poured over the flushed mucous membrane, filling him up. Suhan exhaled heavily, shooting a stream of clear liquid in an arc. With each firm thrust Yeonseo made to finish his release, clear liquid squirted out.“Ah, damn… this.”Suhan, with a dazed look as he looked up at Yeonseo, was surprised by the damp feeling unlike usual and cursed. Yeonseo quickly sealed Suhan’s mouth with a kiss. Then, he caressed and kneaded Suhan’s semi-erect member, whispering,“Please come more, more…”Where did you learn such words? Before Suhan could even point it out, his wet clothes were removed. Eventually, naked and carried by Yeonseo again, Suhan headed towards the bathroom. It was a very natural progression for him to ejaculate against the bathroom wall.* * *“……”How long had it been since they got back home and immediately got intimate? Suhan, lying on the bed with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, too exhausted to move a finger, kept his mouth shut like a clam. Yeonseo, sitting on the bed, observed Suhan’s mood with no words to say, as if he had nothing left to say.“……”Suhan remained silent, and Yeonseo, unable to endure the chilly silence, kept glancing at Suhan and lowering his head. The absence of gentle affection and the awkward silence were glaringly obvious.“Even if it’s not a rut, don’t you think six times was excessive?”That count only included the times Yeonseo climaxed. Suhan was penetrated so thoroughly that distinguishing between his prostate and internal entrance became impossible, eventually reaching a peak without ejaculation, making counting meaningless. Once on the sofa, twice in the bathroom, twice more in the bedroom, and finally one more after deciding it was just a wash.It was surprising that despite the relentless nature of their encounters, this wasn’t during a rut or heat.“…I’m sorry.”Is it normal to do this during a rut, or should I be afraid of dehydration? Doing this when it’s not a rut seems problematic. Although Suhan himself had tempted Yeonseo, he hadn’t expected it to go this far and felt extremely embarrassed. Yet, since there was nothing that could change now, he remained silent. At least he was on leave; imagine the pain if he had to go to work tomorrow. While Suhan rationalized the situation as best as he could, Yeonseo approached and asked,“How about a… massage…?”Suhan immediately shook his head in refusal.“No, don’t.”Yeonseo’s shoulders flinched at the immediate rejection. It wasn’t that Yeonseo felt unwanted or upset. It was just that if those delicate, refined hands massaged him, instead of relaxing, he felt like he’d end up getting hard again. If they continued, he might actually faint. Suhan felt a slight sense of crisis and pulled the blanket up to his neck.“Let’s just sleep.”After soothing Yeonseo and covering him with the blanket, the accumulated sleepiness began to pour over Suhan. Yeonseo, equally exhausted, had his eyelids, dense with eyelashes, gradually closing. How could someone look so gentle and beautiful yet be so… Suhan quickly pushed away the embarrassing thought and shut his eyes tight. The late hour and fatigue soon made his vision darken and he drifted off to sleep.This is a dream. Suhan thought instinctively. In a dimly shadowed space, a child was crouched, staring at the floor. Was it an alley? Or a house? As Suhan looked around, his vision cleared slightly, allowing him to recognize his surroundings. A desk cluttered with workbooks and reference materials, partitions dividing numerous spaces, and chalk and approval boards scattered everywhere gave him a vague idea of where he was.“A school?”As soon as Suhan had the thought, someone approached the child and slammed down an approval board. Thwack! With a short impact, the child’s shaggy head shook.“This kid’s always a problem. Your parents can’t come again, huh? You think you can just stare at me with those disrespectful eyes and hold out?”The man prodded the child’s chest with the edge of the board to humiliate him, causing the child to shrink away. But even that irritated the man, who hit the child’s head with the board once more. Someone sighed and stepped in from the other side of the office, stopping the man.“Mr. Kim, just let him go. There’s no one to look after him. The best thing we can do is graduate him without paying much attention.”It wasn’t out of concern for the child, but more of a complaint about the futility of helping someone who was, in their eyes, a lost cause.“No, it’s because everyone’s been taking the easy way out that the kid’s grown into this problem. If he moves up to middle school, he’ll be completely uncontrollable!”The man raised his voice in protest, and another responded with a sneering tone.“At that point, he’ll drop out or get expelled on his own. Just leave him be. We’re not his parents, so how could we possibly follow him around and fix him?”In the corner of the teacher’s office, where even the windows and lights were distant, the crouched child sat, ignored by everyone. From the moment he entered first grade to his time in sixth grade, the child had always been considered a lost cause. That’s just how he is.He’s the kind of kid who’s allowed to be like that. While everyone remained silent, the sun set, and one by one, they gathered their things and left the office.Then, late at night, the last person to leave approached the child and asked, “Are you going to stay like that? Is this some sort of protest?”Finally, after running out into the dark hallway, the office door closed with a loud creak. Creak, clack, creak. The sound of locking the entrance was followed by the gradually fading footsteps crossing the corridor.* * *When Suhan woke up, it was early morning. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, and outside the window, birds were chirping busily from the start of the day. As faint sounds of the morning drifted in from afar, Suhan sluggishly opened his eyes and stretched. As he stirred, Yeonseo, who had been lying next to him in a peaceful sleep, furrowed his delicate brow slightly.“…….”Suhan, feeling the lingering muscle ache across his body, blinked his eyes fully open. He was not at the school; he was in a regular home. He was no longer a child, nor was he in a position to be humiliated or struck by anyone. He was simply an ordinary adult resting in his home with his partner, despite being on a break from work.Though he knew in his head that he wasn’t the helpless child in his dream, forced to accept the situation without resistance, an overwhelming sense of frustration welled up inside him. Why did he feel so awful even after waking from the dream? Suhan realized that what he was feeling wasn’t sadness or sorrow, but resentment—a deep sense of injustice from the inability to control his circumstances, leaving only hatred and bitterness toward the outside world.To shake off that terrible feeling, Suhan reached over and gently shook the still-sleeping Yeonseo awake.“……?”Yeonseo, who had been asleep, nestled warmly against Suhan, blinked awake with a confused expression as Suhan, saying something nonsensical, insisted, “Hurry up and hold me.”Yeonseo couldn’t understand the situation but complied with Suhan’s request without question. Wrapping his arms around Suhan’s waist and pulling him close, the two pressed against each other’s chests, their rapidly beating hearts resonating together.“Did you have a bad dream?” Yeonseo asked, a hint of concern on his face. Suhan, feeling an inexplicable satisfaction, responded dismissively.“No, just…”Without explaining further, Suhan looked at Yeonseo, who was complying with his childish demand, and felt much better. He tightened his embrace around Yeonseo, pulling him closer, and tugged the thin blanket up over them. The shared warmth under the blanket gradually slowed Suhan’s quickened heartbeat, bringing him back to a calm and steady rhythm.“It feels nice like this,” Suhan murmured, his voice now drowsy. Yeonseo nodded faintly in agreement.‘Something must have happened in the guest room after all,’ Yeonseo thought, unable to shake the lingering anxiety. When he had found Suhan collapsed in the guest room, he feared the worst had finally come. Even though Suhan had been affectionate when they set out that morning, he hadn’t joined him again after a long time had passed, and when Yeonseo tried calling, it went straight to voicemail. He could only assume that Suhan had regained his memories and chosen to leave.But instead of that worst-case scenario, he had found Suhan unconscious in the guest room, with no visible injuries.As Yeonseo carried Suhan to the hospital, he rehearsed how he would apologize. Even though pushing Suhan away had been inevitable, Yeonseo didn’t blame him. He just hoped that, even if all the happiness they had shared disappeared, Suhan would at least retain the memories of their time together. When Suhan finally woke up, Yeonseo had braced himself for cold indifference, but what he saw instead was a look of confusion.Desperately searching for something, Suhan had unbuttoned his own clothes and, with a sigh of relief, calmed down. Though Yeonseo didn’t understand what had happened or what Suhan had remembered, Suhan had instinctively pulled him into an embrace. Even if one could accuse Yeonseo of lacking creativity in his excuses, everything that followed had felt just as inevitable.‘It’ll be quick. Just finish it fast,’ Yeonseo had thought.Ever since Suhan lost his memories, he had always been like this. You don’t know what I’m thinking. You have no idea how much I’ve been longing for you, so this is easy for you. To the amnesiac Suhan, was Yeonseo just someone who provided convenience and help in daily life? Was their relationship something that could easily end if it went wrong, leaving Yeonseo as someone who could be discarded without regret? Was that why it was so easy for Suhan to want him and ask for him so casually?Though the truth was elusive, one thing was clear: whatever Suhan wanted, Yeonseo would grant. From the moment he realized he loved Suhan, he was destined to be bound to him forever.When Suhan received a proposal to marry himf, what thoughts went through his mind? It was clear that he did not accept it positively, but he might have thought that Suhan was trying to possess him using power and promotions within the company as bait. However, it was the opposite. While his parents’ status might have clearly established a master-servant relationship, from the very first moment they met in Gangneung when they were very young, the emotional relationship between Suhan and Yeonseo had never made Suhan the subordinate. Yeonseo was always ready to give Suhan whatever he wanted.When Suhan sought him out to ask him to cancel the decision, it was Suhan who refused with a deep cynicism.‘Don’t be a hypocrite. Isn’t this what you want?’If only he had taken on the role of the villain as Yeonseo wished at that time. Perhaps it wouldn’t have escalated to such a tangled situation. How long could this unstable happiness last? Yeonseo bit his lip tightly and embraced Suhan. But did it even matter that he was having such thoughts? After all, all his breaths were in Suhan’s hands. With a faint scoff, his eyes closed.Suhan didn’t get out of bed until after noon. Yeonseo, who had gone to the kitchen earlier than Suhan, had already eaten the open toast prepared for them both, filling Suhan up lightly before heading back to his room to retrieve his work laptop.“I have some materials that are only in printed form, but they’re a bit old,” Suhan said.Yeonseo checked the folder on the screen Suhan had opened and didn’t look entirely relieved.“Are you sure this is okay?”“Well, it’s better than getting cut, right? They’ll have to take the circumstances into account,” Suhan said, still nonchalant. But Yeonseo, his face shadowed with concern, hesitated as if still not reassured. Suhan added one more thing.“It’s fine. I own the copyrights anyway. They can’t sue me.”That’s hardly comforting. Legally, there wasn’t an issue since no one could sue themselves for leaking their own data, especially when they’d lost their memories. Maybe, if Suhan claimed that his memory loss made him mentally unfit, it wouldn’t be a ridiculous case after all. While Yeonseo pondered the unprecedented situation, Suhan showed him a list he seemed to have prepared beforehand.“For now, this is what I have on my laptop. Oh, and I left out anything from more than three years ago since that’s too old. I’ve only kept the materials from the last three years.”Should he call him meticulous? From the planning for the second half of this year, which should have been ready immediately, to reports forecasting markets through the next two years, several were updated versions. Suhan’s reason for showing these materials to Yeonseo, which he had practically memorized, was simple: He needed to present results that were unmistakably “Suhan-esque.”Suhan wasn’t entirely sure what level of competence Yeonseo had as a practitioner. But since Yeonseo did well in his studies, he figured he wouldn’t be entirely incompetent. However, it didn’t take much to tell that he wasn’t exactly talented at presentations. That’s why Suhan proposed leveraging himself.“Yeonseo, you’re bad at presentations, right?”It was before they left for the Gangneung villa, during a discussion about how Suhan would participate in the work going forward. Without any cushioning, Suhan threw the blunt question straight at Yeonseo, who flinched and answered, his knuckles twitching.“I’m not great at them… but I’m not that bad either…”When Yeonseo trailed off with an uncomfortable expression, Suhan pressed again, his eyes showing no trace of confidence in Yeonseo.“Ever get a standing ovation after a presentation at school? Not at the company, at school.”Presentations at the company didn’t count. Given that everyone knew Yeonseo’s family owned the group, who would dare to critique his content or nitpick during Q&A, just because they were “graciously” listening? The fact that Suhan had been the only one doing that before he lost his memory wasn’t really relevant now.“…Maybe once.”Yeonseo had never considered himself particularly bad at presentations. While he had a reserved personality, it wasn’t as if his mind went blank or his voice trembled when speaking, unlike others. He simply wasn’t as fluid and adaptive as people like Suhan or famous presenters. His style was more about delivering the pre-set content at the right time with accuracy. However, even though Suhan had lost his memory, it was still Suhan he was talking to. There was no way Yeonseo could confidently claim to be a great presenter in front of him. After Yeonseo’s vague response, Suhan offered an almost mocking reassurance.“I’m good at it, so it’s fine. You’ll handle the content, and I’ll stand in front of the screen and do whatever you tell me.”Yeonseo immediately countered Suhan’s confident words.“Maybe not the other staff, but the executives or Juno hyung will definitely find something to pick at. What’s your plan for that?”Suhan didn’t seem the least bit shaken by Yeonseo’s anxiety. Instead, he smiled, relaxed.“That’s why you’ll have to thoroughly prepare for every possible question and answer. Unless you want to see me humiliated.”Even if they ended up getting cornered by tough questions at the actual presentation, Suhan had confidence that he wouldn’t end up embarrassed. It was true that if the presentation content itself was lacking, there wasn’t much he could do. However, the materials Suhan had already prepared were of such high quality, with solid references and proof of their success, that there wasn’t much room for criticism beyond nitpicking for its own sake. And with Yeonseo providing careful support, Suhan wasn’t worried about anything major going wrong.Besides, what could be more unsettling than waking up one day with your entire memory wiped clean? Compared to that, handling trivial nitpicks would be a breeze. He had already faced the most absurd situation life could throw at him, so he was confident he wouldn’t fumble over something as minor as this.“I told you. I’ll do everything you tell me to. You can handle this, right?”The moment Suhan smiled and grasped Yeonseo’s hand, Yeonseo felt his tongue stiffen, as if he had lost the ability to speak. He couldn’t bring himself to say that he couldn’t do it. Maybe it was simply because a part of him wished that, with Suhan by his side, everything would magically fall into place, just as it always seemed to when Suhan took charge. But looking at Suhan’s confident expression, it was strange—Yeonseo didn’t feel the same overwhelming worry he used to.“I’ll try.”As soon as the words of determination left Yeonseo’s mouth, Suhan’s eyes softened into a gentle curve. Now that they had informed his parents, there was no turning back.“What do you think is the best option here?” Suhan asked.Yeonseo began to carefully explain the pros and cons of each item. Suhan’s expression, which Yeonseo glanced at occasionally, didn’t look like someone hearing the information for the first time. Instead, it was as if Suhan was verifying whether Yeonseo truly understood what he already knew. Finishing his explanation, Yeonseo felt as if he were having his homework inspected. Then Suhan, with a faint smile on his lips, asked softly:“So, which one do you want to pursue?”It was clear that Suhan was asking Yeonseo to choose the one closest to the “right” answer. Before losing his memory, any response to a question like that would have sent Yeonseo’s heart racing, dreading the inevitable criticism. But now, Yeonseo was certain Suhan would be on his side, at least until his memories returned. He took a short, quiet breath and, instead of thinking about what Suhan would like, focused on what would bring the most benefit at the current moment, based on his own experience and judgment.“This one…,” he said.“And your reason?” Suhan asked immediately.Yeonseo replied calmly.“Joining in on a bizarre food trend that won’t sell just because everyone else is doing it is meaningless. Even if we release it only as a promotional product, disposing of the items returned after the display period would be a waste of resources, so I don’t think Seosang should jump on board. On the other hand, this option aligns well with the recent trend of people moving away from the culture of heavy drinking at work parties or social gatherings, and instead enjoying drinks alone at home or having casual drinks with family or friends that match their personal tastes…”It wasn’t exactly a conversation that seemed appropriate for a newlywed couple. After finally managing to express his opinion, Yeonseo nervously glanced at Suhan, who smiled with a curve of his lips.“Sounds good. Let’s move forward with that. I won’t just be sitting around at home either.”Suhan had seen enough of the materials to know exactly how he had worked in the past. Of course, whether imitating his former self would be successful was still uncertain, but it felt better than just memorizing the documents Yeonseo had handed him. He preferred to question things and make improvements on his own.“…Okay.”Lost in thought, Suhan watched Yeonseo organize the documents in his own way. Standing up from the sofa to get a drink and stretch, Suhan resisted the urge to groan at the sharp pain that shot through his lower back. He barely managed to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb Yeonseo’s concentration. The heaviness in his back and the lingering fatigue that didn’t go away even after a good night’s sleep made the cause all too obvious.‘Of course my body wouldn’t feel normal after all that.’Maybe he should ask for a massage chair to be put in the living room. As he sipped cold water from the dispenser to quench his thirst, the issues he had pushed to the back of his mind began to resurface one by one.‘I’m supposed to start work again tomorrow, aren’t I?’Figuring out how to probe Juno, who had been suspicious to no end, seemed like a mountain of problems waiting ahead.Visiting the company directly when there wasn’t an official announcement was too risky. However, calling Juno out separately didn’t seem like a good idea either. In this tricky situation, Suhan needed to make a wise decision—reduce the risk while tightening the pressure on the other side to provoke the same kind of mistake as before.‘What exactly did you mean when you said they wouldn’t be able to do it?’Was there something Yeonseo didn’t know? The worst-case scenario that came to Suhan’s mind was that he had misunderstood and believed Yeonseo was the culprit. Yet, something still didn’t sit right with him.At that time, he clearly remembered smelling the culprit’s pheromones. They had poured it out heavily, almost overwhelming him in an attempt to force arousal, and there was no way he could forget that. He couldn’t recall the exact scent, as you can’t smell things in memories, but how could an alpha and an omega living under the same roof not recognize each other’s pheromones? Suhan sneered reflexively, but then, as if hit by a revelation, something clicked in his mind.When had he first noticed Yeonseo’s pheromones after coming to this house? Despite eating, resting, and sleeping in the same space, they had barely any real contact. Unless Yeonseo forced an excuse to lure him out of the master bedroom, Suhan rarely got a proper whiff of Yeonseo’s scent. The first time he truly noticed it was when Yeonseo entered his rut. Even when Suhan had come home drunk and slept in the same bed—or when he pretended to be drunk and tried to seduce Yeonseo by groping him—he hadn’t detected the distinct scent.Suhan strode purposefully to the master bedroom and flung the door open. Inside, he found something so ordinary that he hadn’t even noticed it before. Grabbing the cylindrical object from the walk-in closet, about a hand’s length, Suhan went straight to Yeonseo and asked:“This. When did you start using it?”Suhan’s voice was stern, almost interrogative. Yeonseo, who had been absentmindedly watching Suhan barge in, flinched before replying.“I don’t understand what you mean by that.”Suppressing his frustration, Suhan elaborated.“Have you been using it only at home, or at work too? Did you use it all the time, even when you were at the company?”Finally, Yeonseo, puzzled, nodded and answered.“If you’re asking about when I started… I’ve been using it ever since my secondary traits manifested. I wanted to avoid any uncomfortable situations.”It wasn’t unusual. In fact, it was recommended. After all, no one enjoyed unintentionally affecting others with their pheromones. Most people only used blockers around their rut or heat, when their pheromones were strongest. However, those with particular sensitivity or a strong desire to avoid any complications often took extra care to conceal their pheromones.Given Yeonseo’s meticulous nature, it made sense that he would go to great lengths to avoid influencing others with his scent or being affected by theirs. As Suhan narrowed his eyes in thought, Yeonseo muttered under his breath:“You never liked living in the same house with me… so I figured you’d be even more uncomfortable.”So, before losing his memory, had Suhan never once detected Yeonseo’s pheromones? To confirm this further, Suhan asked again:“What about during your rut? Even if you took suppressants, they only reduce the intensity, not block it entirely.”Yeonseo, still confused by Suhan’s questioning, responded:“I stayed at a hotel… during that time.”The certainty in Suhan’s suspicions grew stronger by the second. He waved his hand, signaling the end of the conversation, and collapsed onto the sofa, his head in his hands. If Suhan had misunderstood Yeonseo as the culprit, it would explain why their relationship had deteriorated beyond repair. But how did Juno know about this? It seemed unlikely that Suhan would have directly confided in him.As Yeonseo approached him with a worried expression, Suhan waved him off again and closed his eyes tightly.The place was definitely that room. If the building, currently being used as a vacation home by Seosang Group, required a family member or someone with close ties to gain access, it couldn’t have been an outsider. Given the security systems and CCTV cameras at the entrance and exterior, an outsider breaking in seemed nearly impossible.If he could narrow down the exact date, perhaps the CCTV footage could still be retrieved? Suhan’s mind raced with the thought, but then he remembered the car he had driven that day. He sighed deeply. The car didn’t have an electronic key; it was an older model that required a physical key to start. He had replaced the wrecked car with a new one four years ago. That meant the incident had happened at least four years ago, maybe even as long as ten years ago. There was no chance the CCTV footage still existed. Security footage is typically stored for about a month.Back to square one, Suhan tried to recall the culprit’s characteristics in detail. Their build had been similar to his, and their hands were smooth, with no wrinkles. It wasn’t an older man. The culprit had been a young, fit alpha. If he narrowed down the suspects to family members or close associates of Seosang Group, there wouldn’t be many candidates left.“…….”Asking if there were any other young male alphas among the relatives… Suhan, who had found another question to ask Yeonseo, opened his eyes, which were furrowed with frustration, only to see Yeonseo looking at him with a worried expression. He looked just like a pitiful puppy that sensed it was about to be abandoned. Suhan almost let out a laugh but managed to hold it in, offering a bitter smile instead.“Sorry, I was just lost in thought for a moment.”Was Yeonseo anxious that maybe Suhan had regained his memories? Suhan sat down next to him again, wrapping an arm around Yeonseo’s waist and holding him close. He whispered softly, almost as if he was speaking to himself.“Don’t worry too much. Everything will be fine.”The words, murmured like a spell, shimmered painfully like a scar.* * *That night, after being tormented by work all day and then teased relentlessly as a supposed reward for his hard work, Yeonseo had fallen asleep with soft breaths, his eyes closed. Suhan, though exhausted to the point of collapse, found his mind restless and unable to sleep. The family details he had learned—under the pretense of needing to avoid saying something careless to Yeonseo—kept him awake.Unlike his father’s side, which only consisted of his uncle’s family, there were many people on his mother’s side. Three aunts and three uncles, most of whom were betas and thus irrelevant. On his mother’s side, there were three alphas. One was a woman, and one of the two men was nearing sixty, far from being young. Narrowing it down, the only young male alphas left were a cousin on his mother’s side, Juno, and Yeonseo.‘Of course, I must’ve thought Yeonseo was the most suspicious.’Before losing his memory, Suhan had known that Yeonseo had liked him for a long time. After escaping blindfolded from the garage, he was sure Yeonseo was the only one who would have dared to touch him from the start, so the misunderstanding wasn’t entirely unreasonable. Suhan recalled what he had asked Yeonseo to confirm.‘Have we never met after you became an adult?’Yeonseo, who had just left his mark inside Suhan, looked more confused than anxious as he calmly answered.‘No. Somehow, our study abroad periods… didn’t overlap.’Suhan knew it wasn’t the kind of conversation to have in the lingering warmth of their recent passion. As his thick shaft slid out, scraping along Yeonseo’s inner walls and leaving behind a cloudy mixture, anxious thoughts once again clung to Suhan like an aftereffect.‘Really? Not even once?’Under Suhan’s persistence, Yeonseo gave a faint nod, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Ah, if they continued like this, they’d end up reigniting the flames, and Suhan would only be tormenting someone who had to work tomorrow. Quickly, Suhan covered Yeonseo’s eyelids with his palm and pulled the blanket over him.Just as Yeonseo said, their study abroad periods and returns to Korea had never aligned. Suhan had earned both his bachelor’s and master’s degrees in Europe and completed an executive management course at a prestigious school, while Yeonseo had studied business in the eastern U.S. Not only were they on different continents, but Suhan had barely returned to Korea at all, keeping in touch with his mother only through phone calls.‘There was one time when a meeting was arranged for us… but my flight the next day was canceled, and I had to leave in a rush, so we never met.’The more Suhan heard, the more he felt like he was walking through a dense fog, lost and uncertain.