Alpha Trauma Novel (Completed) - Chapter 83. Kim Dohyun (8)

Seongyu, who entered late, sat in a seat away from them, gauging the atmosphere. Wooyeon grabbed his bag and fled to the front, and Dohyun followed, taking the seat next to him.

Wooyeon must have thought Dohyun would be kicked out by the professor, but unfortunately, the professor couldn’t hide his welcoming demeanor. He asked if Dohyun was still auditing classes and told him he was welcome to attend anytime, to which Dohyun smiled politely.

“Alright, this part…”

While the professor lectured, Dohyun rested his chin on his hand and observed Wooyeon. He had a notebook borrowed from Seongyu open on the desk, and a pen, also borrowed from Seongyu, in his hand. Wooyeon was concentrating on the lecture, ignoring Dohyun’s gaze.

‘Does he resemble his omega mother?’

If Soohyang was a high-saturation oil painting, Wooyeon was a watercolor mixed with water. His eye shape revealed beneath his hat, his straight nose and lips, and his slender jawline.

Perhaps because his eyelashes were long, or his eyelids were thin. Every time he moved his eyes, it was like watching a well-drawn picture. A picture painted with a fine brush, mixing only clear and beautiful colors.

Did he not sleep? Dohyun thought he looked tired and lowered his gaze. His nape, which would normally be fully exposed, was half-covered by something. It was a half-neck sweatshirt with a brand logo on the chest. The loose-fitting, soft-material top felt a bit too warm for this season, even considering the thin fabric.

Dohyun knew why he was wearing such clothes. It must be because of the reddish marks that were visible with a little attention. The evidence of Dohyun biting, sucking, and not letting go of his lover was still visibly left.

‘How can I give up when he’s like this?’

Even while being rejected by him, just being close made him feel excited. His senses were drawn to the fresh pheromones, and his gaze was captivated by every small gesture. Even touching his earlobe felt cute, so how could he let go of such a Wooyeon?

“…Aren’t you listening to the lecture?”

“I don’t have to.”

His flushed earlobes looked sweet. Wooyeon didn’t know it, but every time he massaged his earlobe, Dohyun thought he wanted to bite that area. Since it was ripe and red, it would taste exceptionally good if he took a bite.

‘Will he get angry if I touch him?’

He shouldn’t disrupt the class, but his hands were itching with Wooyeon right in front of him. This was the Wooyeon he had longed to see all night, to the point of being consumed. If he could, he wanted to grab him and steal him away right now. It was fine now that he was close, but if he tried to distance himself again, something might truly break.

Dohyun twirled his pen and covered his mouth with the hand supporting his chin. The pen Wooyeon was holding moved diligently across the notebook. He seemed to be taking notes from the board, but the content was completely erratic.

“That’s wrong there.”

‘…’

“Romanticism is from the late 18th century.”

Wooyeon, who had written ’19’, drew two lines through it and corrected the number. Dohyun considered correcting the representative authors too but stopped when Wooyeon sighed. Wooyeon took out a mechanical pencil from his pencil case and wrote something small at the edge of his notebook.

「I can’t concentrate because of Sunbae.」

There was a trace of him writing ‘Seons- and then awkwardly correcting it to Seonb-. Instead of pointing that out, Dohyun took Wooyeon’s mechanical pencil and wrote a reply.

「Sorry」

Seeing the neatly written apology, Wooyeon erased his own writing with an eraser. For some reason, he left Dohyun’s ‘Sorry’ untouched. Dohyun wrote clearly to Wooyeon, who asked for his mechanical pencil back.

「What do you want for dinner?」

‘…’

A bewildered gaze returned. He was just parting his lips, but Dohyun felt like he knew what Wooyeon was trying to say. It’s not even lunchtime yet, why dinner? He must be thinking that.

「We haven’t even had lunch, why dinner?」

As expected, Wooyeon took out a new mechanical pencil and wrote this. Dohyun suppressed a smile and gently curved his eyes. This inability to hide his true feelings and express them directly was one of the reasons Dohyun found him adorable.

「Then what do you want for lunch?」

Only then did Wooyeon make a surprised expression. He had clearly grasped Dohyun’s intention, belatedly. However, before Wooyeon could retort, Dohyun numbered his options first.

「1. Meat 2. Noodles 3. Rice」

「1-1. Pork 1-2. Beef」

「*Not cheap」

A hollow laugh was heard. He was choosing a menu item even before confirming the promise, so it was understandable to be dumbfounded. Dohyun didn’t mind and circled ‘Beef.’ And below it, he wrote:

「Shall we go to that place again?」

He recalled the day he had a meal with Wooyeon. Wooyeon liked cake more than rice, and made a subtle expression as soon as he gave him chocolate. He also remembered feeling like crying along with Wooyeon’s tearful face.

‘…’

Wooyeon bit his lower lip and clutched his mechanical pencil. Looking at his downcast eyes, he seemed to be recalling the past as well. He pulled his hat low so Dohyun couldn’t see his face and scribbled carelessly.

「I’m eating lunch with Seongyu.」

「Seongyu has student council work.」

A gaze full of betrayal turned towards Seongyu. Actually, Dohyun didn’t know for sure either. He just made a rough guess, like he sometimes did. Adorably, Wooyeon seemed to think he couldn’t refuse an offer if he didn’t have a prior engagement.

「Don’t glare at Seongyu.」

They continued to exchange notes for a long time after that. The content was nothing special, but strangely, the conversation didn’t stop. The professor, who at first cleared his throat to warn them, pretended not to notice when Dohyun smiled amiably.

“That’s all for today.”

“Oh…”

As soon as the professor left, Wooyeon quickly looked at the blackboard. Unlike the densely written notes, Wooyeon’s handwriting only showed the trace of changing ’19’ to ’18’. Seeing his eyes waver in dismay, Dohyun put down his mechanical pencil.

“I’ll give you the notes I took before.”

Wooyeon’s gaze shifted. His dark brown eyes were filled with injustice. Dohyun curled the corners of his lips, which were tingling, and spoke gently.

“I’ll also give you the final exam cheat sheet.”

“I don’t need it.”

He looked like he desperately needed it, but Wooyeon grumbled his reply. As he closed his notebook, Dohyun subtly added.

“This is my first time doing something like this. You know, talking through notes during class.”

‘…’

Wooyeon’s expression changed. He didn’t answer, but it must have been his first time too. Perhaps that’s why his hands, putting the notebook into his bag, were awkward and slow.

“So, what do you want for lunch?”

As soon as Wooyeon zipped up his bag, Dohyun naturally took it. Wooyeon lowered his eyebrows sideways, like a puppy whose snack had been taken away. He looked at the bag once, then at Dohyun’s face once. The sound of his mind working could almost be heard.

“Not lunch… how about dinner?”

This was all he came up with after thinking so hard. Dohyun nodded, as if telling him to continue. Wooyeon touched his lapel and avoided eye contact.

“I’ll buy you dinner. But I don’t have time for lunch, so dinner.”

No time for lunch. It was an obvious lie. He must have momentarily forgotten who had made his schedule. He probably intended to postpone it for now and come up with another excuse.

“What time for dinner?”

“I’ll… contact you later.”

Actually, if today passed, Wooyeon had the same class tomorrow. Diligent and artless Wooyeon would come to class no matter what. However, Dohyun’s patience wasn’t good enough to wait until tomorrow.

“I don’t have my phone.”

“What?”

Wooyeon frowned and asked back. It was a reaction that implied, What nonsense is that? Dohyun shrugged and replied casually.

“It broke, you see.”

When he checked it this morning, his phone wouldn’t turn on. Well, it would be strange if it didn’t break after he threw it like that. He thought it was strange that the alarm didn’t ring, let alone calls not coming through.

“You just got it fixed the other day. How did that even happen?”

“It’s just…”

Dohyun, as usual, tried to trail off but closed his mouth. It was because Wooyeon made an expression that seemed to say, ‘He’s not going to tell me again.’ He didn’t want to show a foolish side. Dohyun awkwardly averted his eyes and gripped his bag strap tightly.

“…I threw it.”

“What did you say?”

“I threw it in a fit of anger, but…”

‘…’

“It won’t turn on.”

He felt a gaze. A gaze of shocked bewilderment. Wooyeon mumbled in disbelief.

“No, why would you…”

Instead of adding an excuse, Dohyun reached out to Wooyeon. He habitually intertwined their fingers, and Wooyeon grasped his hand as usual. Then, after a slight pause, he unnaturally pulled his hand away.

‘…’

‘…’

An awkward atmosphere flowed. The lecture hall, now empty of everyone else, held only Dohyun and Wooyeon. Wooyeon, with a complex expression, pulled his hat brim down tightly.

“Let’s… go for lunch.”

They headed to the club room as usual. Dohyun hadn’t brought his car, and going far would attract reporters. Dohyun, who had brought Wooyeon along, suggesting they order delivery food, locked the door as soon as they entered.

“Why are you locking that?”

“I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Only he had the key, and he had contacted Garam in advance. No one would bother to open a locked door, so it would just be the two of them until their conversation was over. He wondered if Wooyeon would be uncomfortable, but fortunately, Wooyeon seemed to have no interest in the locked door.

“Yeon-ah, sit there.”

About two hours. Dohyun, estimating the time in his head, placed his bag on the table. Wooyeon parted his lips, his face complicated, and sat on the sofa. His top was large, and his hat was pulled low, making him look as if he was buried in his clothes.

“What do you want to eat? Whatever you want,”

“I’m uncomfortable with you, Teacher.”

It was a sudden statement. Dohyun forgot what he was about to say and stopped moving. The indifferent voice calmly trampled on Dohyun’s heart.

“I’ll buy you dinner later, but for now, I’ll just listen and leave. Sun…bae doesn’t look very hungry either.”

It was a clear rejection. Dohyun was not unaware of that fact. His chest ached, and his solar plexus felt heavy as if pressed by a stone.

“I don’t know about Sunbae, but I can’t act as if nothing happened like you.”

“Do I look like nothing happened?”

Wooyeon silently closed his mouth. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to affirm that either. Dohyun looked like someone who clearly had something going on.

“I didn’t sleep a wink, thinking only of you.”

“…Do you think I slept?”

Sorrow was mixed in his voice. It seemed that his hidden emotions were finally surfacing. Dohyun let out a shallow breath and slowly opened his mouth.

“Yeon-ah, I…”

He had a lot he wanted to say. A lot he intended to say, and a lot he needed to say. He hadn’t been honest until now, so this time, he had to be. That was why he had come to see Wooyeon first, not Soohyang.

“I was just always scared.”

It was an abrupt statement, but Wooyeon didn’t interrupt him. Instead, he slowly raised his head with blank eyes. Only then did Dohyun calmly speak to Wooyeon, who was finally looking at ‘Kim Dohyun’.

“I was abandoned in front of an orphanage when I was eight.”