Alpha Trauma Novel - Chapter 41. Spring Breeze (4)

Wooyeon’s eyes widened. Dohyun smiled with a gentle expression at his large, bulging eyes. The way his eyes softly curved was so normal.

“…Remember?”

First, Wooyeon asked back as if nothing was wrong. His mind went blank, and the back of his head felt numb, but that was all he could do. After a few breaths, his fluttering eyelashes also settled down at some point.

“What did I… remember?”

His lowered gaze slowly scanned the food. He was clearly hungry, but now his stomach felt heavy. He moved his hands mechanically, but he didn’t feel like putting the meat in his mouth.

Dohyun looked at such a Wooyeon and stated in a low voice.

“You should have asked that question earlier.”

It was a resolute voice, as if he absolutely wouldn’t pretend not to know. He peeled off the plastic wrapping the champagne cork and smiled leisurely.

“Your timing was wrong.”

Timing? He couldn’t ask that. Before Wooyeon could even retort, Dohyun continued.

“When I asked you, ‘Do you remember?’”

“……”

“You should have asked, ‘What did I do?’ instead of ‘No.’”

The color seemed to drain from his face completely. Wooyeon felt an urge to open that bottle right now and chug it down. Before Dohyun could say anything more, now, perhaps, he could defuse this situation.

“So clumsy, trying to fool who?”

As if it were futile, Dohyun skillfully finished opening the champagne. He untwisted the wire around the cork, gently twisted it while blocking the top with his thumb. Wooyeon’s face flushed as he watched the slow, lingering movements, like a caress.

‘Take your hand off.’

Why, of all things, had his memory cut out so ambiguously? It would have been better if he had forgotten everything, like during the MT.

The hand that held his wrist, the sensation of being rubbed over his underwear, the touch that unhesitatingly enveloped his exposed genitals without a single thread covering them.

‘You said you were embarrassed, Wooyeon.’

Wooyeon remembered that day. To be precise, he only remembered ‘what’ acts had taken place. He knew nothing of the before and after, yet his consciousness had returned only at the moment Dohyun’s hand touched him.

In fact, it was unavoidable. For Wooyeon, who didn’t even masturbate, the soft touch was excessively intense and stimulating. By the time he was squirming, intoxicated by the unfamiliar pleasure, his reason had already flown away in a different sense.

“I… I just…”

Wooyeon mumbled an excuse, nervously averting his gaze. He knew Dohyun wouldn’t believe him, but he couldn’t just agree either. As expected, Dohyun, with a kind face, offered helpful advice.

“It’s not hard to explain it verbally.”

His tone suggested he would gladly explain if Wooyeon wished. This time, Wooyeon silently lowered his head deeply. His flushed neck and the wafting pheromones showed how embarrassed he was. Dohyun placed the cork on the table and casually held out the champagne.

“I’m going to keep talking about this…”

The mouth of the champagne bottle felt quite alluring. The faint mist rising due to the carbonation dispersed vaguely. Dohyun gestured to the overturned wine glass, subtly inviting him.

“Want a glass?”

Among methods to clear one’s head, there is no better means than alcohol. Wooyeon, who had long since realized this simple truth, unhesitatingly took the champagne and drank it. One glass, two glasses, and then three. The claim that it had a low alcohol content didn’t seem to be a lie, as he began to feel tipsy before long.

In contrast, Dohyun didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol while Wooyeon was losing his mind. He merely refilled empty glasses or drank water, subtly matching the mood.

“…How on earth did you know?”

Only after his mind had dulled with tipsiness did Wooyeon ask, his eyes brimming. Embarrassment, shame, awkwardness, and a slight hint of resentment. Dohyun smiled with a troubled expression at his blaming gaze.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

He seemed rather surprised that Wooyeon hadn’t known. It was the kind of expression that asked, ‘Did you really think it wasn’t obvious?’ Wooyeon curled his fingers under the table, secretly from Dohyun.

“Of course you shouldn’t know.”

That day, when he woke up in Dohyun’s bed. Wooyeon had thought his acting was perfect. Although he had shown considerable fluster, wasn’t that a normal reaction the day after getting drunk?

“Besides, I didn’t remember anything from the MT either…”

Furthermore, he already had a history of blacking out. Picking fights with the senior students, swearing in English. He truly didn’t remember any of it.

No, what if he remembered that time too? A sudden thought made Wooyeon hastily add.

“This isn’t a lie.”

Dohyun smiled lazily, his eyes crinkling. Then he curved his eyes as if amused.

“Certainly… you didn’t remember that.”

“…That?”

Wooyeon’s brows furrowed. It was because he had a hunch that the ‘that’ Dohyun was referring to was different from what he knew. Dohyun let out a faint chuckle and muttered, ‘How can he hope I wouldn’t know, acting like this.’

“…Senior,”

Wooyeon, opening his mouth in a low voice, looked at Dohyun with aggrieved eyes. Amidst his entirely kind features, only his dark eyes were slightly indifferent. That subtle gap made him feel unreal.

“Why are you so quick to pick up on things?”

In Wooyeon’s view, he was unusually skilled at reading other people’s emotions. He read the atmosphere, understood the other person’s intentions, spoke appropriately, and achieved what he wanted. Basically, it was comforting for Wooyeon, but sometimes he was hit right on the nail.

“Anything you get used to, you become skilled at.”

Dohyun gauged the remaining amount of champagne and examined Wooyeon’s face. His gaze slowly sweeping over Wooyeon’s face seemed to be checking if he was drunk or not. Wooyeon’s mind was a bit hazy, but not to the point of blacking out.

“Why did you get used to it?”

“Well…”

It seemed he didn’t want to tell him. Even during tutoring, he sometimes glossed over his answers like this. For example, his ideal type, his first love, or his food preferences, things like that.

“That’s not what we’re supposed to be talking about.”

At the firm tone, Wooyeon drooped his eyelashes forlornly. More than what Dohyun was about to say, he was upset that Dohyun hadn’t answered his question. Of course, that emotion vanished without a trace the moment Dohyun opened his mouth.

“How much do you remember?”

The answer was indirect, but the question was brutally direct. Even the languid rush of alcohol completely dissipated. Wooyeon gently rubbed the bottom of his wine glass, contemplating his answer quietly.

“I don’t remember everything…”

No words seemed appropriate to utter. He couldn’t say, ‘I remember you touching mine.’ Nor could he pretend not to know now. If he could, he wanted to exceed his drinking limit and pass out, but the champagne bottle was in Dohyun’s hand.

“Just bits and pieces…”

This was exactly when he desperately craved the alcohol. Just one more glass, and he felt like he could spill everything with relief… Of course, the future Wooyeon would probably curse the present Wooyeon.

“…Can’t I have just one more glass?”

Dohyun seemed to consider for a moment, then readily handed over the champagne bottle. He tried to pour it himself, but Wooyeon snatched the bottle with both hands. Dohyun, who had his champagne taken so suddenly, let out a wry chuckle.

“If you drink all that, you’ll get drunk.”

Wooyeon knew that too. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, and if he drank all of it, he would definitely get drunk. But his desire to avoid the current situation was greater. Dohyun was staring at Wooyeon as he drank, as if telling him to go ahead.

“It’s just…”

Wooyeon waited for the tipsiness to set in, then calmly met Dohyun’s gaze. Dohyun didn’t seem to have any intention of ending the conversation, and he desperately wanted to move past this topic. Wooyeon himself didn’t even know what he was thinking at the time, so what more was there to talk about?

“It was my drunken habit.”

“…Drunken habit?”

But for some reason, Dohyun’s pheromones settled heavily. His always gentle voice stiffened slightly. Dohyun let out dry, parched pheromones, and his lips curved subtly.

“Ah, drunken habit.”

His monotone voice was strangely eerie. Wooyeon felt his shoulders involuntarily stiffen and swallowed the words he was about to say. Dohyun smiled a little more intensely and spoke in a soft voice.

“Then you would have done that to someone else too, right?”

He half-understood what the soft voice was saying. Someone else, who? He didn’t even ask, but Dohyun kindly answered.

“Like Danny.”

It was a random name. What reason would the guy who was probably sound asleep in America right now have to be brought up in this conversation? Wooyeon couldn’t hide his bewildered expression and blurted out.

“Why would I do that to Danny?”

The answer came immediately. It was as if he had been waiting for it.

“Then why did you do it to me?”

Wooyeon opened and closed his mouth, speechless. He belatedly realized the error in his own words. He felt more tipsy than before, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or embarrassment. At that, Dohyun opened his mouth in a calm voice.

“Wooyeon.”

It was a voice so alluring it made his lower belly clench. Sweet and captivating, it faintly brought back memories of that day. Whenever he spoke close to his ear, the heightened pleasure grew even larger.

“What were you thinking while watching the movie?”

Wooyeon’s gaze trembled as if there had been an earthquake. ‘While watching the movie’ – the moment he heard those words, a specific scene came to mind. The screen filled with flesh tones, the various moans emanating from the speakers. And at that moment, only one scene overlapped in his mind.

‘Mmm, yes, ahh…’

The scene where he had let out moans, even thrusting his hips, kept replaying throughout the explicit parts. He wasn’t a teenager in puberty, nor had he just presented, yet he thought his reaction was overly sensitive.

Perhaps seeing the change in Wooyeon’s expression, Dohyun spoke as if to confirm it.

“Tell me what you just thought of.”

“……”

Wooyeon silently grabbed the champagne bottle. Then he poured it generously into the empty wine glass. While Dohyun showed a rare expression of fluster, he immediately grabbed the wine glass.

“…!”

Just three sips were enough. Dohyun had no time to stop him. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Wooyeon, who had swallowed all the liquid in the glass, firmly set the wine glass down. And soon after, with a thud, he slammed his forehead down and fell asleep.