Alpha Trauma Novel (Completed) - Chapter 110. Side Story 12. Outsider (2)

Wooyeon, wearing a thin knit sweater, headed straight for Dohyun. The thought, ‘Why isn’t he coming to pick me up?’ crossed his mind, but it was fleeting. Dohyun wasn’t his personal chauffeur, and couldn’t always pick him up or drop him off.

As soon as he got out of the taxi, he entered the entrance password and went upstairs. He was in such a hurry that even the elevator felt slow. Wooyeon fumbled the familiar password twice before finally flinging open the door to Dohyun’s house.

“…Hyung?”

Contrary to his expectation that Dohyun would come to the door, there was no sign of anyone inside. Only a particularly strong pheromone indicated Dohyun was home. Wooyeon slowly stepped inside, savoring Dohyun’s scent.

“Hyung.”

Dohyun was sitting on the living room sofa, his back to Wooyeon. He had a towel on his head, as if he’d just showered, and the table was covered with headbands from the festival. Wooyeon approached him, a puzzled look on his face at the utterly random combination.

“Hyung.”

The third time, Wooyeon called Dohyun. Dohyun, who had been sitting askew, slowly looked at Wooyeon. He was usually a person with perfect posture, so he wouldn’t sit like this. Thinking so, Wooyeon realized a new fact only after their eyes met.

‘…He’s drunk?’

“Yeon ah.”

The double eyelid, present only on his left eye, drooped languidly. His eyes blinked slowly, and a faint smile played on his lips. His face showed a certain level of intoxication, just like that one time at a drinking party.

“Did you drink?”

“Uh…”

Instead of denying it, Dohyun looked around the table with an embarrassed expression. Judging by his added remark, “I cleaned it all up,” he must have intended to keep his drinking a secret. No chance. With such a slow reaction, who would be fooled?

“Why are you drinking alone?”

Wooyeon muttered worriedly and sat next to Dohyun. Now that he looked, water was dripping from Dohyun’s still-damp hair. Wooyeon wiped his hair with a towel, worried he might catch a cold, and Dohyun’s lips curved gently upwards.

“Why did you take out the headbands?”

“Jinah looked at them. She wants to borrow them later.”

Ah, Wooyeon, who had answered half-heartedly, blinked when he saw Dohyun’s expression change. Specifically, the moment the name ‘Jinah’ came up, his beautiful eyes furrowed.

“Did something happen to your sister?”

He asked on a whim, but the answer came back immediately. It was only three syllables, but that was enough.

“We fought.”

“…Why?”

Siblings fighting was common, but drinking after a fight was strange. Wooyeon had no siblings, but he knew that Seonkyu often brawled with his only brother. That guy would go to school saying his brother wasn’t even his brother, only to reconcile casually the next day.

“It just happened that way.”

Dohyun averted his gaze, as if he didn’t want to talk about it. Since he rarely hid anything after a certain incident, Wooyeon didn’t press him and kept quiet. Later, when he sobered up, he would probably confide without being prompted.

“…”

“…”

Silence lingered for a while. The surroundings were so quiet that the sound of hair brushing was clear. As Wooyeon moved his hands, Dohyun exuded a pleasant smile and a languid pheromone.

“I’ve wiped it all.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

It wasn’t just Wooyeon who became more childish when drunk. One could tell by the way Dohyun rubbed his head against Wooyeon’s shoulder as soon as the towel was removed. Dohyun intertwined his fingers with Wooyeon’s and gently asked,

“How did you get here?”

“I took a taxi.”

“That’s dangerous… you should have asked Driver Yoon to bring you.”

“Waiting for Driver Yoon takes longer.”

What was so dangerous about taking a taxi that everyone else used? He often had a tendency to overprotect Wooyeon. It seemed to have gotten worse after they met a reporter while out together a few times.

“Hyung.”

Wooyeon wiggled his captured hand. Warmth and pheromones tickled his palm. Various emotions surged and mingled deep in his stomach.

“Are you feeling really bad?”

“Hmm…”

Dohyun raised his free hand, like he had last time, and slightly bent his thumb and forefinger. Through the gap in his fingers, Wooyeon could see his beautifully curved eyes.

“A little?”

“…”

“But I’m better now.”

His face was naturally gentle, but when drunk, that gentleness was indescribable. His eyes crinkled as if closing, and neat teeth showed through his parted lips. It wasn’t the artificial smile he showed to others, but a genuine smile he only showed to Wooyeon.

“Hyung…”

Wooyeon slowly began, fidgeting with Dohyun’s hand. His face was angelic, but his fingers were thick-knuckled and long. Their shape was considered pretty, but Wooyeon thought they were more cool than pretty.

“Hyung, I…”

Instead of urging Wooyeon, Dohyun blinked. His dark pupils repeatedly hid and revealed themselves behind his eyelids. As if enchanted by the picturesque scene, Wooyeon brought Dohyun’s hand to his cheek.

“Shall I make you feel good?”

It was an impulsive question, but he didn’t regret saying it. Firstly, because Dohyun looked at him with adorable eyes, and secondly, because he asked with a satisfied smile, ‘How are you going to do that?’ Wooyeon immediately let go of his hand and got off the sofa.

“Don’t sit there.”

However, Dohyun put his hands under Wooyeon’s armpits and lifted him up. He even shook his head with a stern face. Wooyeon clung to his embrace and protested timidly.

“What do you mean ‘there,’ this is your house…”

“Why would you kneel in my house?”

Even drunk, that one remark was firm. Wooyeon, who had subtly turned his head, hugged Dohyun’s neck. Dohyun’s large hand calmly stroked Wooyeon’s back.

“I was going to do it orally…”

“…”

Suddenly, the movement stopped. Dohyun, who would normally have understood his intention by now, seemed genuinely flustered this time. Wooyeon buried his face in Dohyun’s neck and spoke softly.

“What if I don’t sit on the floor?”

It was a conclusion born from very simple reasoning. Dohyun seemed to be in a bad mood, and yet, seeing him like that, Wooyeon’s stomach felt strangely ticklish. A mischievous thought, aiming to kill two birds with one stone, spontaneously moved his lips.

“…What on earth?”

Dohyun exhaled a shallow breath, trailing off his words. He was clearly slow-witted from the alcohol.

“Who taught you such things…”

Who taught him? He had only ever had one ‘teacher’ since he was a child.

“I’ll do it for you too.”

Wooyeon whispered in a breathy voice. It was because he felt belatedly embarrassed, despite having audaciously gotten off the sofa. He also didn’t forget to subtly check, as Dohyun might not be in the mood.

“You don’t want to?”

“…”

Was it his imagination, or did the loosely diffused pheromone tighten up? Seeing that the amount was less than before, Dohyun had clearly suppressed it on purpose. Dohyun, who had been silent for a moment, pushed Wooyeon away from his embrace.

“Wooyeon, you can’t do it.”

“…Why?”

“Why, you ask…”

He carefully examined Wooyeon’s face. It was a gaze so blatant that Wooyeon’s cheeks flushed. Tilting his head slightly, Dohyun fixed his gaze on Wooyeon’s red lips.

“What are you going to put in that tiny mouth?”

“…”

It didn’t sound like a joke at all. Especially when he gently touched Wooyeon’s lips and added, “It’ll tear.” Wooyeon rolled his eyes and sadly lowered his eyelashes.

“…So you don’t want to?”

“…”

Drunk Dohyun was about 120% more honest than usual. The fact that he couldn’t hide his wavering eyes at all proved it. Dohyun, who couldn’t answer either ‘no’ or ‘yes,’ reached for the table.

“Just, well…”

He picked up a headband with rabbit ears from among the countless ones. Then, he put it on the bewildered Wooyeon and smiled contentedly. His hands gently tidying Wooyeon’s hair were incredibly careful.

“Ah, cute…”

At the sound of Dohyun’s laughter rumbling in his throat, Wooyeon bowed his head, his face beet red. He had confidently said he would do it orally, but was now embarrassed by a mere headband. Even though he knew Dohyun was trying to change the subject, memories of wearing a headband in the club room resurfaced.

“Look, Teacher.”

He must indeed be drunk. To use the word ‘Teacher’ himself, which he normally never did. But as always, Wooyeon responded dutifully to Dohyun’s words. When he lifted his head and met Dohyun’s eyes, Dohyun gently pressed his lips to Wooyeon’s.

“Mm…”

It was a kiss of lips meeting lips. No tongue entered, and no saliva mixed messily. He merely gently held Wooyeon’s lower lip and bit it lightly with his front teeth.

Wooyeon wrapped his arms around Dohyun’s neck and wiggled his toes. Dohyun must have drunk quite a lot, but Wooyeon only felt other things, not the smell of alcohol. The fragrant scent of shampoo and Dohyun’s unique dry pheromone. Dohyun’s soft lips slowly heightened the sensation.

‘I like this so much…’

Sexual desire stirred in his lower abdomen. The pheromone, now loosened, poured over Dohyun, drenching him. Dohyun, who had gently stroked the back of Wooyeon’s neck, slowly pulled his lips away. Wooyeon stared blankly at Dohyun with unfocused eyes.

“I wonder who’s drunk.”

Even his playful voice sounded strange. Dohyun’s long fingers wrapped around Wooyeon’s ear like a snake, persistently. He pinched Wooyeon’s earlobe between his fingers and rubbed it, then whispered with their foreheads touching.

“Can you do it?”

“…Yes.”

Wooyeon nodded, exhaling a heated breath. His heart pounded with an emotion he couldn’t distinguish between anticipation and fear. When he carefully sat up, Dohyun didn’t hold him back this time.

“…”

“…”

Wooyeon knelt on the floor below the sofa and spread Dohyun’s legs apart. Thanks to the soft rug, his knees didn’t ache. Before starting, he ran his palm over Dohyun’s right thigh, and from the middle, he felt something other than a leg.

“…Yeon ah.”

Dohyun flinched, his fingers trembling. He stroked Wooyeon’s hair with a gentle touch and let out a low chuckle. When Wooyeon lifted his head at the inappropriate laughter, his eyes met Dohyun’s, which were filled with dark lust.

“Do you know what you’re wearing right now?”

“…!”

Wooyeon belatedly remembered his appearance and stopped moving. The rabbit ears Dohyun had put on him were still on his head. Wooyeon, red like a ripe tomato, reached for the rabbit ears, but Dohyun stopped his hand.

“Why? Just do it like that.”