Chapter 7: Intoxicating Whispers

The instant those words left his mouth, the air in the bathroom froze.

Even with his mind frayed and mushy from withdrawal symptoms, Yoon Heesu flinched.

A bloodcurdling Alpha pheromone began creeping out, chilling enough to raise goosebumps.

Han Suyeon grabbed Yoon Heesu’s skinny shoulders and shoved him roughly away.

“Who else have you done this to?”

Then again… there was no way he would feel pleased.

An ordinary Alpha would never welcome such thoroughly worn-out antics.

Yoon Heesu snickered and spoke.

“Haha, too many times to count…”

“You…”

Pulling his body up again, Yoon Heesu clung to Han Suyeon and kissed him.

Han Suyeon gripped his arms and pushed him away, but Heesu paid no heed, persistently clinging to him while releasing his pheromones.

Normally, the delicate pheromone glands were the first to deteriorate alongside declining health, yet despite the reckless life Yoon Heesu had led, there was nothing wrong with his pheromones.

To the extent that he could exude them lavishly even in a situation like this.

Han Suyeon knitted his brows as the pheromones flooded the steam-warmed shower stall in an instant.

Yet he was an Alpha too.

There was no way he could remain unaffected while being hit directly with pheromones in such an enclosed space.

Gradually, the kiss shifted into one led by Han Suyeon.

Unlike before when he had frozen stiff, it was a ravenous kiss that felt as though he would devour him whole.

Gradually running out of air, Heesu clutched at Han Suyeon’s chest.

Yet Han Suyeon held Heesu’s face in an unyielding grip, refusing to let him go.

Their lips parted only after Yoon Heesu’s face had flushed crimson from lack of breath, tears welling in his eyes from suffocation.

Even after breaking the kiss, Han Suyeon kept a firm grip on Yoon Heesu’s wet hair, issuing a low warning.

“Don’t act recklessly.”

Did he mean not to step out of line?

He had never intended to step out of line in the first place.

One could only harbor such thoughts if the opponent was somewhat approachable, couldn’t they?

He only… he only wanted to cling to him and beg for drugs.

“Your drug treatment is only in its beginning stages.”

“From here on, it depends on you.”

“…What am I supposed to do…?”

Yoon Heesu asked in a daze.

“Endure it.”

“Or should I bring you another game to replace the drugs?”

A chuckle escaped him.

There was no game in the world that could replace drugs.

Such a thing in this world—no, maybe there was…

Yoon Heesu flashed a smile.

“Then can’t you have s*x with me?”

“What?”

An impulse devoid of restraint was like a bomb.

One that detonated with a blast, scattering dust and debris in all directions.

Right now, Yoon Heesu’s condition was that very bomb, detonating without pause.

Beyond even his own control, foul words poured out like contaminants.

“I won’t be allowed alcohol anyway.”

“Cigarettes either…”

“Then what else is left?”

“Surely you aren’t going to say s*x is off-limits too?”

“…”

“Or do you think I’ve given up in desperation again?”

At that, Han Suyeon flinched for an instant.

Just as he was about to say something, Yoon Heesu released his pheromones once more.

Soaking through the humid air, the pheromones spread out once again.

A fragrance reminiscent of flowers blooming along autumn streets, crisp and refreshing rather than cloyingly sweet.

He had never heard anyone anywhere complain that they disliked his scent.

Hadn’t Han Suyeon himself once been drawn in by his scent and kissed him?

Still straddling Han Suyeon’s lap, Yoon Heesu tilted his head slightly and spoke.

“I don’t give up in desperation anymore…”

Truth be told, there’s nothing left for me to give up anyway.

Neither back then nor now.

Swallowing those unspoken words, Yoon Heesu slid his body downward.

His gaunt hands groped at Suyeon’s shirt-clad abdomen.

“…Yoon Heesu.”

“Please.”

Trash…

Hopeless.

Words like those were probably fitting descriptors for him.

Chuckling self-deprecatingly as he looked up at Han Suyeon, Yoon Heesu tried to pull down the zipper of the damp trousers with his mouth.

It was at that exact moment.

Two powerful hands seized Yoon Heesu’s flanks and hauled him straight up.

Yoon Heesu was dragged upward like a doll.

Placed back atop Han Suyeon’s body in an instant, Yoon Heesu stared at him blankly.

He cupped Yoon Heesu’s chin and spoke.

“I don’t have transactional s*x with you.”

“Then what am I supposed to—mmph.”

What followed was a kiss.

Lips pressed down once more against the lips already swollen from the two previous kisses.

Under the fierce intrusion of his tongue, Heesu’s mouth fell open, the tip brushing against his teeth before teasingly stroking the roof of his mouth.

Yoon Heesu shuddered continuously.

Having provoked Han Suyeon, he was already thoroughly aroused with anticipation.

Fine tremors rippled through his body without end, and his lower half began to slick with wetness.

But that was where it ended.

Keeping Yoon Heesu against him, Han Suyeon rose to his feet and carried him straight out into the hospital room.

Effortlessly picking up a towel with one hand, he wrapped it around Yoon Heesu’s body and set him down on the bed.

Bringing over one large towel and one smaller towel, he draped the large one over Yoon Heesu’s shoulders and placed the smaller one over his head.

It was remarkably similar to what the caretakers at the orphanage used to do after bathing them as children.

Which meant he was being treated like a child.

He felt his body, which had been burning with heat just moments ago, cool down in utter bewilderment.

As he sat there dazed with disbelief, Han Suyeon rustled about near the bathroom before returning with a hairdryer.

“…What are you going to do with that?”

“What else would anyone do with a hair dryer?”

“Would you rather hold it and work out?”

“…”

Calmly plugging the cord into the outlet beneath the bed, Han Suyeon turned Yoon Heesu around and switched on the dryer.

Warm air blasted into his wet hair alongside the loud hum of the motor.

Han Suyeon’s touch was rough, as if he were blow-drying a long-haired puppy.

His somewhat coarse, light-brown straight hair dried quickly under the warm breeze and the fingers ruffling through it.

Yoon Heesu sat motionless while Suyeon meticulously dried down to his scalp.

It was practically unbelievable that just moments ago, he had been kissing the owner of the hands now drying his hair.

And, he suddenly remembered that he was wearing nothing beneath this towel.

His face abruptly flushed bright red.

One could safely say his sanity had returned to some degree.

Even during that past incident, they hadn’t stripped completely.

While he hadn’t given it a second thought when Han Suyeon washed every inch of his body earlier, he felt terribly embarrassed about it now.

Clumping the edges of the towel tightly in his fists, Yoon Heesu curled in on himself.

Meanwhile, Han Suyeon finished drying his hair.

Running his fingers through the soft, dried hair a few times, Suyeon went to put the dryer back, and Yoon Heesu quickly slid off the bed, clutching the towel tight as he hurried toward the dresser where the hospital gowns were kept.

Opening the drawer that contained several clean hospital gowns, he sensed Han Suyeon stepping out.

“Don’t come out!”

“…”

Though he wasn’t in sight, Han Suyeon seemed somewhat taken aback by Yoon Heesu’s uncharacteristically loud voice.

“What are you doing now?”

At the stern, lowered voice, Yoon Heesu fumbled to pull out a gown from the drawer and shouted back.

“I-I’m putting on clothes, clothes…”

“So don’t come out until I tell you to!”

“You’re not doing anything foolish, are you?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m not, so don’t come out.”

He finally managed to pull together a set of clothes and underwear.

Yoon Heesu quickly dropped the towel, pulled on the underwear, and threw the hospital gown over it.

After properly dressing, he kicked the drawer shut with his foot, holding the towel in his hands as he called toward the bathroom.

“You can come out now…”

At that, Han Suyeon stepped out as if he had been waiting.

Seeing Yoon Heesu dressed in the gown, he slightly relaxed his hardened expression.

“Lie down now.”

When Heesu obediently lay back on the bed, Han Suyeon pressed the nurse call button.

Wondering why, Heesu only belatedly noticed the strange sensation in his arm.

His right arm, which had always been wrapped in bandages, felt empty, and now that he was aware of it, it throbbed quite painfully.

Before long, the nurse came in.

Without a word, the nurse disinfected the wound, treated it, and wrapped it in a fresh bandage.

She then connected a new IV to his left arm.

“Please call us immediately if the area around the wound feels hot, feverish, or shows any unusual reactions.”

“The wound came into contact with seawater, so it could become infected.”

“Yes…”

After the nurse left, Han Suyeon brushed back his damp hair and headed toward the wardrobe.

“I’m going to use the bathroom, so lie still in the meantime.”

“Don’t do anything.”

He wanted to make some sort of joke, but no words came out.

Exposing his naked body to Han Suyeon in the shower and the ensuing events had already dealt enough of a blow to Yoon Heesu.

Why did he always end up doing things knowing full well he would regret them?

It had been the same back then, too…

Whether he knew Yoon Heesu’s thoughts or not, Han Suyeon took his own clothes and slippers from the wardrobe and entered the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water started.

Yoon Heesu twitched his nose.

At the tip of his nose, Han Suyeon’s pheromones lingered faintly.

Because he had also released pheromones while kissing, the trace still remained.

Not to mention from Heesu himself, who had let them loose intentionally.

‘I’m so ashamed…’

He was so embarrassed he couldn’t even speak.

But what was done was done.

On the other hand, he felt a sting of resentment.

Toward Han Suyeon, who had done nothing despite how desperately Heesu had clung to him.

Did he really despise a filthy Omega like him after all?

He should simply accept his kindness as kindness, yet because he was only human, he mistook it and began to hope.

He really needed to discard this foolish habit.

Was there a sedative mixed into the IV, or was it because he had caused such an uproar?

The sleep that had eluded him for so long came pouring down.

Yoon Heesu, who had been agonizing over how to react when Han Suyeon came out, fell fast asleep before the sound of water in the bathroom had even stopped.

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