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“Good grief, Raon.”
Hye-sung opened the door after hearing the bell ring, only to be stunned again at the sight of Do-kyung standing there with Raon leaning against his back, fast asleep.
“I thought she said she’d be meeting up with people from her department today...”
His gaze silently questioned why Do-kyung was carrying Raon instead.
“Is Raon sleeping right now?”
Do-kyung ignored Hye-sung’s surprised tone and strode confidently into the house. He opened Raon’s bedroom door with practiced ease.
As soon as he stepped inside, her pheromones flooded the air, enveloping him like a humid summer forest drenched in moisture. Do-kyung trembled, overcome by an almost euphoric sensation.
“Ah.”
His lower abdomen tightened instantly, though it had been tense since the moment he caught a whiff of her sweet pheromones in the car. From that point until now, as he carried her on his back, his cock had remained painfully erect.
But entering her personal space intensified everything further. His left thigh swelled as if about to burst, and his own pheromones threatened to escape his control entirely. Clenching his teeth, Do-kyung fought to suppress them while holding his breath.
Cracking his neck from side to side, he took one step deeper into Raon’s room—only for Hye-sung’s voice to stop him.
“Senpai!”
Turning slightly, Do-kyung saw Hye-sung slip past him and enter Raon’s room first.
The casual way Hye-sung moved into Raon’s private space made Do-kyung’s eyebrows twitch.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Hye-sung began.
“Young-hyung.”
A dangerously low growl cut off Hye-sung mid-sentence.
Hye-sung shivered—not because of Alpha pheromones but because of the sheer weight of Do-kyung’s warning-laden presence pressing down on him.
Spitting out each word, Do-kyung snarled:
“Get. Out.”
Fuck this.
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Flutter. The sunlight streaming in made Raon open her eyes. Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, as if weights had been tied to them.
“Ugh…”
A groan of discomfort escaped her cracked and raspy throat, clinging stubbornly to her eardrums.
It was clear she’d drunk far too much. Her head throbbed painfully, and her throat felt parched, an unpleasant sensation she hadn’t experienced since her freshman year.
Then again, accepting every drink handed to her meant it would’ve been stranger if she hadn’t gotten drunk.
‘This is all because of that man, Han Do-kyung…’
“Ah.”
A dazed sigh slipped through her parted lips. She covered her trembling mouth with equally shaky hands.
She had never experienced memory lapses before. Even during her freshman year, when she drank the most in her life, fragments of memories always lingered in some corner of her mind the next day.
Which meant…
In short, everything from last night was still vivid.
“Mi, I’ve gone crazy, Yoo Raon…”
A shrill scream squeezed past her palm.
Her slurred words from last night echoed sharply in her ears, along with Do-kyung’s amused, laughter-filled responses.
And then…
[…You’re being really loud. I’m trying to sleep.]
That final memory—of dodging his questions by retreating into sleep—came flooding back.
“Ahh, ugh, ahh…”
Raon buried her face between her knees, clutching at her hair as she groaned in agony. Knowing Hye-sung might be in the living room on this Sunday morning, she muffled her cries under the blanket.
The shame was unbearable. Waves of regret, embarrassment, and despair crashed over her, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
“I’ve lost my mind, completely lost it, Yoo Raon. How could I say things without any filter, even when drunk?!”
Her legs, hidden beneath the blanket, kicked repeatedly against the mattress, expressing her torment.
“And why did I fall asleep there, of all places!”
Raon scrubbed her face roughly with her hands.
After wallowing in confusion for what felt like ages, her movements abruptly froze after some time passed.
Through the crack between her fingers, her pupils wavered, reflecting the turmoil within.
“But why did I fall asleep there?”
Her drunken behavior was usually quite tame.
Even when tipsy, the only noticeable change was her flushed complexion. Ordinarily quiet, she became even more reserved after drinking, according to Ji-an.
Moreover, she seemed to develop a strong homing instinct when intoxicated, always preferring to sleep at home.
But if circumstances prevented her from returning home, she needed at least one person nearby whom she trusted implicitly—someone who would allow her to rest peacefully. Usually, that person was either Ji-an or Hye-sung.
Otherwise, she often stayed awake until the alcohol wore off.
Yet, last night…
“Haa…”
Raon buried her face back into her knees, groaning as though vomiting out her anguish.
As darkness enveloped her vision, a voice resurfaced, as if waiting for this moment.
[What can I do? I like you.]
[I like you so much.]
Raon clenched her teeth tightly around her lower lip, her eyes slightly opening.
It felt as though Do-kyung’s lips were still brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His voice scraped across her eardrums.
Her pupils, now calmer, disappeared beneath her heavy eyelids.
[Can you still smell it?]
“…No, it didn’t smell.”
Muttering the answer she hadn’t given last night in the car, Raon twitched her nose.
He was still carefully controlling himself, it seemed. Even while pressed so close to her, he hadn’t faltered.
Thinking about how near Do-kyung had been, Raon awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. Then, mid-motion, her hand froze as she murmured,
“It wasn’t so much a lie…”
What she doubted was how long those feelings would last.
Recalling Do-kyung’s confession—that he liked her—Raon sneered bitterly.
And then…
[Do you hate me?]
“…”
Remembering how she hadn’t answered, she sighed deeply once more.
Why hadn’t she replied?
She should’ve told him it was unbearable, that facing him like this was uncomfortable, and that he shouldn’t come near her again.
Instead of speaking, she’d clamped her mouth shut and fallen asleep. Right beside Do-kyung!
“What the hell…”
Raon muttered the unfinished thought into her throat before collapsing onto the bed.
Before she could process anything, her ears burned red-hot. The heat spread from there, warming her cheeks, scorching her nape, and eventually coursing through her entire body.
Muffled sounds escaped into the blanket.
“…There’s no way.”
She had liked Hye-sung for nearly seven years.
During that time, her heart had occasionally tightened or fluttered anxiously because of him. When Hye-sung smiled happily, she felt joy; when he was calm, so was she. Seeing him affectionately interact with Ji-an stirred unease and chaos within her.
But never before had her heart pounded so fiercely that she feared it might leap out of her chest. While she had experienced pleasant heartbeats, they had never left her breathless like this.
“Ah.”
Raon curled her body tighter, moaning softly. Her tightly shut eyelids quivered faintly.
[Do you hate me?]
Raon whispered.
“You’ve gone mad, Yoo Raon…”
Though she hadn’t answered, her avoidance and silence at the time spoke volumes.
‘He really didn’t leave.’
Hye-sung frowned upon spotting an unwelcome face in the living room just as he stepped out of his room.
Last night, instead of leaving, Do-kyung had boldly claimed the couch and sprawled out, smirking mischievously.
Because of his presence, Hye-sung had spent the night wide awake. Despite it not being particularly late, he couldn’t relax, fearing Do-kyung might intrude into Raon’s room.
Fortunately, no suspicious movements had been detected, so perhaps his worries were unfounded…
‘Why is he smiling like that?’
Hye-sung eyed Do-kyung warily, who continued to grin impishly.
But the affection brimming in his crescent-shaped eyes—the look of someone utterly smitten—made Hye-sung’s unease fade, replaced by a complex expression.
Do-kyung, his cheeks flushed and lightly covering his mouth with a fist, looked unmistakably like a man in love.
“Haa.”
As Hye-sung sighed heavily, glancing at Do-kyung, the latter paid no attention to how he was being perceived. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Raon’s door.
The pheromones leaking from her room made his chest itch unbearably. It seemed her memories hadn’t faded, as her restlessness was clearly transmitted through her scent.
Professor Yang and Joon had mentioned that Raon’s pheromones were faint, almost nonexistent. Yet strangely, to Do-kyung, they were sharper than anything else. Even amidst mixed scents, hers stood out immediately and intensely.
Right now was no different.
Despite the door separating them, Raon’s pheromones filled his lungs completely.
The languid, pleasant sensation enveloped his body, allowing him to enjoy a deeply satisfying sleep last night.
“Hmm.”
Do-kyung rested his chin on his hand, his face glowing from a good night’s rest.
Breathing in her pheromones freely, without caring who saw, Do-kyung recalled their conversation in the car.
‘An Alpha and a Beta, huh.’
He understood what Raon was thinking, but…
‘So what?’
Do-kyung exhaled deeply, sinking further into the couch.
While Omegas were biologically dependent on Alpha pheromones, Alphas were somewhat different.
Alphas had a strong reproductive drive, making them vulnerable to heat cycles, much like Omegas. However, unlike Omegas, whose primary goal was childbirth regardless of the partner, Alphas desired to pass on their superior genes—especially their traits.
Thus, Alphas preferred pairing with Omegas. It was a proven fact that the likelihood of producing another Alpha was significantly higher among trait carriers than with uncertain Betas.
But Do-kyung had always despised Omegas.
Well, there was now an exception—Yoo Raon—but until recently, he’d never considered an Omega as a potential mate.
Do-kyung took a deep breath.
The pheromones wafting through the air carried traces of confusion—and perhaps even distress. He seemed troubled by something.
“Hmm.”
Before meeting Raon, he never imagined he’d become someone so obsessed with pheromones. Smacking his lips to quench his thirst, Do-kyung chuckled contentedly.
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