Alpha Trauma Novel (Completed) - Chapter 81. Kim Dohyun (6)

Dohyun calmly waited for his moment. He planned to calmly unravel the story when the situation, time, and place were all right. Occasionally, he felt like burying it, pretending not to know, but he steeled himself, telling himself he shouldn’t.

‘I… I want to go out for a smoke too.’

Unaware of his true feelings, Wooyeon followed Dohyun around like a chick just hatched from an egg. He even tried to follow Dohyun to smoke, to the point where Dohyun secretly vowed to quit smoking. Of course, thanks to that, he was able to seize a good opportunity.

‘I’ll show you a movie.’

A date under the pretext of an award, and a stepping stone to confess everything. It was a gamble he made, knowing Wooyeon would go straight ahead without hesitation once he had a goal. If he could also focus on studying, that would be even more satisfying.

‘I’ll buy you popcorn and drinks too.’

Naive Wooyeon immediately fell for the word ‘award.’ Since he was offering interesting things and delicious food, he was sure to get good grades somehow.

Actually, Dohyun had deliberately set the criteria vaguely, intending to say “You did well” regardless of the outcome.

Only two things didn’t go as planned: Wooyeon’s great disappointment with the final exam results, and his subsequent drunken state at the after-party.

‘Please take off my pants.’

Even after acknowledging his feelings, Wooyeon was never seen in a sexual light. Dohyun had seen him in his school uniform, and if not for the pheromones, he still smelled like a baby. Even if Wooyeon had thrown himself at him naked, Dohyun was confident he wouldn’t give in.

‘…You’re lying on my bed right now.’

But then, his mind went completely blank. To dismiss it as merely pheromones, the face with flushed cheeks was too fatally charming. His hazy, unfocused eyes, and his pure white thighs, snapped the thread of his reason.

‘Ha… damn it, I don’t know.’

It was almost a “whatever happens, happens” feeling. He grabbed Wooyeon’s lower body with his hand, coaxing and stroking him, urging him to climax. Amidst the thick pheromones blurring his mind, a powerful urge struck him the moment their eyes met.

‘…’

‘…’

He wanted to kiss him. To entwine their tongues, inhale his pheromones, and taste his small mouth.

Resisting that urge was Dohyun’s last shred of patience. Wooyeon rubbed his lips around Dohyun’s jaw, but Dohyun held his breath and only moved his hand. The breath he had held to his limit burst out like a gasp the moment Wooyeon climaxed.

‘…Yeon-ah.’

Of course, Wooyeon didn’t hear him. He only let out a faint moan, his body limp.

‘Ah… Teacher…’

The next day, Wooyeon fled without looking back. Dohyun had no chance to ask who Danny was, coming to Korea to see Wooyeon, why he was staying at Wooyeon’s house instead of a hotel, or why he was pretending not to remember what happened last night.

Well, it didn’t matter. He had called him “Teacher” once, so the second time would be easier. It wasn’t a bad idea to subtly initiate a conversation, using that memory.

Dohyun helped Wooyeon with his group project and, using Yoon-woo’s words as an excuse, set up a movie date. Wooyeon, still artless and simple, followed Dohyun’s lead like a good child.

And then, the long-awaited day arrived. Wooyeon, without fear, invited Dohyun to his house.

‘…Would you like some champagne?’

He had done such things while drunk, and now he was suggesting drinking again. He clearly hadn’t realized that they were at his house, or that they had spent the day like a date.

‘You remember, Wooyeon-ah.’

Honestly, he felt wronged. That Wooyeon called him “Teacher” but pretended not to know until the end. That he would tuck his tail and run away if Dohyun so much as mentioned a trace of the past.

‘…Sunbae, why are you so quick-witted?’

‘Everything becomes skillful with familiarity.’

Being quick-witted was something he was sickeningly used to. At the orphanage, and at the adopted home. Dohyun spent every day on edge, to the point where his hair stood on end.

‘Why did you get used to it?’

‘Well…’

His inability to answer that question was simply due to an inferiority complex. He was ashamed to tell Wooyeon, who had grown up in a respectable family, about his inner circumstances. He saw Wooyeon looking disheartened, but his petty pride wouldn’t allow it.

Fortunately, Wooyeon didn’t ask further and moved back to the original topic. Though the answer he received was completely different from what he expected.

‘It was a drunken habit.’

It was a statement that made his blood run cold. It sounded as if the same thing would have happened that day even if it hadn’t been him.

‘So, it would have been the same with someone else?’

Dohyun gently, softly, cornered Wooyeon. Even though he thought he was being persistent, his twisted feelings didn’t resolve even after seeing Wooyeon’s flustered expression. Wooyeon silently parted his lips, then suddenly grabbed the champagne bottle with a determined face.

‘…!’

It was unexpected. The champagne poured out in torrents and instantly disappeared down Wooyeon’s throat. There was no time to open his mouth, no time to snatch the wine glass. After a very slight pause, Wooyeon’s forehead hit the table.

‘…Huh.’

Dohyun let out a hollow laugh, covering his eyes with one hand. This wasn’t what he intended, and he hadn’t said a single important word. Emptiness, and absurdity. Even a wave of amusement washed over him.

‘I can’t win, really…’

He was always being swayed whenever he came to his senses. Wooyeon’s thoughts were simple, his expressions honest, but there was no telling where he would bounce next. Just today, after blocking all escape routes, he had drunk alcohol to escape.

Dohyun, who had swallowed his frustration a few times, got up and approached Wooyeon. A slight amount of black hair was sticking up from his neat part. As Dohyun gently stroked the crown of his head, Wooyeon groaned and turned his head.

‘It’s red.’

His always pale face showed the redness on his forehead very clearly. Fortunately, there was no bump, but the mark where he had bumped it looked painful. Dohyun caressed his forehead with his thumb and squatted directly in front of him.

‘Seon Wooyeon.’

‘…’

‘Wooyeon-ah.’

‘…’

‘Yeon-ah.’

His long eyelashes twitched. His flushed lips also moved as if tasting something. The overflowing pheromones intertwined sweetly with each of Wooyeon’s soft breaths.

‘…What makes you trust me like this?’

He was a dominant omega, yet he fell asleep with such a defenseless face. He was clearly Soohyang’s son, but how could he be so vulnerable? What if Dohyun did something?

But contrary to such thoughts, Dohyun couldn’t lay a hand on Wooyeon and just watched him. He tilted his head, taking in Wooyeon’s features as if trying to memorize them. His soft, dough-like face was exquisitely formed, without a single flaw.

After a long time, Dohyun finally reached out to Wooyeon. He leaned Wooyeon’s limp body against him and lifted him up like a child. He had felt it when he gave him a piggyback ride last time, but he felt like he could easily pick him up and carry him away if he wanted to.

‘That wouldn’t be right.’

Dohyun chuckled and strode forward. He found the bedroom by instinct, and as soon as he laid Wooyeon on the bed, Wooyeon’s eyelids fluttered open. His blinking eyes were quite clouded with alcohol.

‘Are you awake?’

‘…’

Wooyeon didn’t answer and sat up. He almost toppled over but quickly regained his balance. With his head bowed, a small murmur escaped his slightly parted lips.

‘I need to wash up…’

And then, he started to take off his clothes. Wooyeon took off his hoodie and unbuckled his pants, then got off the bed and staggered towards the bathroom. Clothes fell like discarded shells wherever he walked.

‘What…’

Dohyun couldn’t say anything and just watched Wooyeon’s back. When Wooyeon took off his underwear last, Dohyun involuntarily turned his head away. Drunk as he was, he was so quick (though his movements were actually sluggish) that Dohyun didn’t even think to stop him.

Dohyun opened the bathroom door because he heard a thud inside. Either he fell, or he dropped something. Either way, he felt that Wooyeon would get hurt if he left him alone.

Fortunately, Wooyeon had only dropped the shampoo bottle and was quietly sitting in the bathtub, letting the water from the showerhead run over him. As soon as Wooyeon saw Dohyun enter, his eyes widened.

‘…Teacher?’

‘Do you even recognize me?’

Dohyun let out an absurd laugh and slowly approached Wooyeon. When he changed the cold water to warm, Wooyeon reached out of the bathtub. He grabbed Dohyun’s shirt and asked blankly.

‘Where did you go?’

‘Go where? I just came in from outside.’

‘No…’

Steam billowed thickly. Dohyun brought the showerhead over, thinking he should just wash Wooyeon and take him out. Wooyeon obediently offered his head and mumbled.

‘Teacher wasn’t here…’

‘Teacher is here.’

His experience bathing his younger siblings when he was little came in handy. Children who couldn’t even control their own bodies and a drunken Wooyeon weren’t so different, except for their size. If anything, Wooyeon was calmer and easier, except for the dull ache in his lower abdomen.

‘Alright, let’s go out and sleep now.’

Dohyun, with a slight mischievousness, dressed Wooyeon in a bathrobe instead of clothes. After tying the waist tie neatly, he himself became the one suffering. Wooyeon, unaware of how he looked, tightly clutched Dohyun’s lapel.

‘Are you leaving now?’

The corners of his eyes drooped. His round pupils were already glistening with moisture. Undeniably, no one could say “I’m leaving” to such a Wooyeon.

‘Can’t you stay?’

Having no choice, Dohyun got onto the bed as Wooyeon led him. He took off his shirt because Wooyeon disliked feeling damp, and even then, Wooyeon seemed disappointed, so he offered his right hand. Only then did Wooyeon seem satisfied, holding Dohyun’s hand and smiling sweetly.

‘You like it that much?’

‘Yes.’

It was a straightforward answer. Was it because he was drunk? There was no hesitation as usual. Dohyun chuckled and whispered in a subtle voice.

‘What do you like about me?’

‘I just like you because you’re Teacher.’

Indeed, it was a surprisingly good drunken habit. His pronunciation was clear, and his answers were perfectly normal. If Dohyun hadn’t seen him drunk before, he would have thought he was completely sober.

‘Then what’s your relationship with Danny?’

Knowing it was childish, Dohyun still confirmed it with his own lips. Wooyeon stared blankly into space with hazy eyes.

‘Maybe… a friend?’

‘…Maybe?’

It was a rather ambiguous reply. If he was a friend, he was a friend; if not, he wasn’t. What did “maybe” even mean? Had they formed an unusual relationship in America? As he thought this, Wooyeon added more explanation.

‘He’s a friend, but it’s a bit ambiguous.’

‘How is it ambiguous?’

‘It’s just…’

Something felt off. It wasn’t just talking about a friend; there was a subtly self-deprecating tone.

Soon, a melancholic voice seeped through his flushed lips.

‘Because we became close because of my mom.’

His lifted spirits instantly turned cold. His heavily settled pheromones also hardened as if frozen. Unaware of the change, Wooyeon spoke in a voice mixed with sleepiness.

‘I can’t completely trust him.’