Cozy Obsession

He suddenly opened his eyes to the distant sound of waves. Late morning sunlight was streaming in through the half-open curtains. After a long dinner that lasted over two and a half hours, he had returned to his room and fallen asleep as if he had passed out. Even though he was protected by Yiheon’s pheromones, it was inevitable to feel drained when dealing with Chairman Yoon.Heemin carefully turned his body to the side, feeling the heavy weight of the arm resting on his chest. He hadn’t intended to get out of bed, but Yiheon, still with his eyes closed, pulled him closer, trapping him in his embrace.“Hyung?” he whispered.“……”“Are you awake?”There was no response, even after a long wait. It must have been an unconscious action in his sleep. He couldn’t help but admire Yiheon’s obsession with holding onto “Seo Heemin” even in his dreams.“…Sleep well.”What insomnia? Yiheon was sleeping soundly, just like that. Heemin felt like poking his cheek to startle him awake, but he decided instead to quietly watch the rare sight of Yiheon’s defenseless state.He had noticed before, but those long eyelashes, slightly curled at the ends, were truly beautiful. Despite his strong, masculine features, Yiheon appeared strikingly handsome, likely due to the harmonious blend of such elements.Heemin’s gaze traced from Yiheon’s softly shut eyelids, to his prominent nose, and then to his full lips. A face both familiar and unfamiliar. He had always thought Yiheon was handsome, but he never expected his heart to race so much just from looking at him.‘…I love you, hyung,’ Heemin thought.Love, he mused, might be like the tide. It slowly comes in, but it’s impossible to stop. The small bud in his heart had gradually bloomed, fully blossoming without him even realizing it. There was no turning back once it had bloomed; all he could do was accept his swelling feelings as they were.He could feel Yiheon’s warm breath against his ear, rhythmic and deep. The soft puffs of air tickled his skin, making his heart flutter and his stomach churn with a pleasant sensation.The firm arm around his back, the warmth of Yiheon’s body, the comfort of his embrace—it felt like lying on a fluffy cloud floating in the sky. He wished he could stop time, hold the ticking second hand still, and savor this moment.“When did you wake up?”Yiheon’s low, husky voice rumbled in Heemin’s ears as he buried his forehead against Yiheon’s broad chest, breathing in his scent. When Heemin looked up, Yiheon met his gaze with a lazy smile, his eyes half-lidded. Heemin’s reflection filled Yiheon’s deep, dark eyes.“Just a little while ago,” Heemin replied.“Why didn’t you wake me up?”“You were sleeping so soundly; I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”“And you? Did you sleep well?”“I’m not sure whether to say I slept well or not.”Recently, Heemin had been dreaming almost every night, something that used to happen only once every few years. Some dreams felt vividly real, like actual experiences, while others, like today’s, vanished from his mind the moment he woke up, leaving him feeling unsettled.It was like starting the day with the nagging feeling that he had missed something important.“You slept so deeply, you wouldn’t have noticed if I carried you away. You even snored.”Having grown up in a small house with his older sisters, Heemin knew that if he had snored, he would have been scolded by them all the time. Shocked, he asked Yiheon, “I snored?”“I was joking.”“What?”“It was just a joke,” Yiheon said, ruffling Heemin’s hair with a chuckle. Heemin was relieved he hadn’t shown an unseemly side of himself, but he wondered why Yiheon, who didn’t usually joke around, was doing so now. Was it something in the dessert they had last night? The expression on his face had been so convincing, Heemin almost believed it.“Did you get a compliment from the chairman yesterday, hyung? You seem to be in a good mood, joking around like this. I’m not feeling so great, though.”“Did you have a nightmare? Why aren’t you feeling good?”“I don’t want to go back to Seoul.”Heemin sighed deeply and snuggled into Yiheon’s chest. The end of a trip was always bittersweet, but he especially regretted leaving this place because he wanted to enjoy the relaxed leisure that only existed here for a little longer.Once they returned to their daily lives, the next chapter would begin, forcing them both to push relentlessly toward the end. If they let their guard down for even a moment, the tragedy of the original story could catch up with them, so they had to stay vigilant.“Why don’t we just stay here and live?” Yiheon suggested, wrapping an arm around Heemin’s shoulder. It was a tempting offer. There was no doubt something was off with the dessert they had last night. The same Yiheon who had firmly refused Heemin’s request to go sailing again was now talking about living here. For someone who was a workaholic with a lot on his plate, it was an out-of-character remark.“That won’t work. We need to go to the studio and pick out a painting to give to the chairman, remember?”As soon as Heemin mentioned the paintings, Yiheon’s soft expression darkened slightly, and he spoke in a firmer tone. “I told you not to do anything reckless.”“But it turned out well, didn’t it? Even though I might not seem reliable to you, I’m really trying my best to pull my weight.”“It looks like you’re giving a lot away and getting nothing in return. What’s so good about that?”In Yiheon’s eyes, it must have seemed like a losing deal. But Heemin knew he had gained something more valuable than any material possession—a piece of someone’s heart.“Is it really that hard to give away a single painting? It’s not even yours.”“It’s not just a painting. It’s a piece of your soul.”Heemin was left speechless by Yiheon’s serious expression and stared into his clear, shining eyes. Ironically, it was not Chairman Yoon, with his keen artistic sense, but the man who had once been blinded by hatred who recognized the true value of Heemin’s art.It was only then that Heemin understood why Yiheon said he gained nothing. In reality, Heemin had only left an impression on the chairman, and he hadn’t received anything of equal value in return for giving away a part of his soul. For Yiheon, it was a losing deal.“I’ll practice hard and paint something for you again. It won’t be as good as something by ‘Seo Heemin,’ but…”“It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just paint what you want. That’s enough for me.”Yiheon slowly brushed aside the bangs that had fallen over Heemin’s forehead. Heemin’s eyes lightly curled up in pleasure at the gentle touch, and Yiheon pressed a kiss onto the now-exposed forehead.Again, his heart fluttered. It felt as if he were on a yacht swaying back and forth, following the movements of the waves.“Two and a half hours left. No, three hours.”A low voice, rich and deep, resonated from beside the bed. When Heemin subtly lifted his head to meet his eyes, Yiheon, with a languid yet dangerous gaze, traced Heemin’s face with his eyes before whispering seductively into his ear.“I still want to suck more since I couldn’t suck to my heart’s content. What do you think?”The blatant temptation made Heemin’s neck flush red. He could sense Yiheon’s determination not to let the remaining time slip away carelessly.“Aren’t you being a bit too eager this early in the morning?”“That’s not something you say when you’re already half hard.”“T-That’s just because it’s morning…”“Not because you want to be sucked?”Why is this guy being so teasing when it doesn’t match his usual character? Heemin shot him a sharp look before bringing his lips to Yiheon’s instead of responding. He couldn’t really complain when the other was offering to serve him first.Soon, their breaths intertwined deeply. The faint sound of a low chuckle slipping through the gaps between their lips rippled through his heart like waves.“Mmh…”Yiheon slipped his tongue into every corner of Heemin’s mouth while pulling back the covers. The warm comfort that had wrapped around them disappeared, leaving their muscular bodies to tangle together in heated contact.As Yiheon repeatedly adjusted the angle of his head to kiss him, his hand slid down to gently grasp the lower half that had been exposed. The still-soft member was lightly kneaded within Yiheon’s large, thick hand.“…Hng.”A moan that had been trapped in his throat escaped involuntarily. The rough skin brushed against his flesh, sending shivers through his body as a tingle spread from where it had passed. As the shaft gradually grew in size, Yiheon seemed pleased, sucking on Heemin’s tongue with satisfaction.“Haa, hyung…”After exchanging kisses for some time, Heemin pulled back slightly to catch his breath. He looked up at Yiheon, wanting to move on to the next step, but Yiheon, seemingly unaware, leaned in for another kiss.The leisurely movements of his tongue were driving Heemin crazy. Even if they had three hours left, they still needed to prepare to leave, so in reality, they only had about two hours. If this kept up, they might end up just engaging in foreplay without actual penetration, like a few days ago, which would be frustrating.Determined to provoke Yiheon, Heemin grasped his now-erect member in his hand. He could distinctly feel the firm jawline tightening each time their tongues tangled.Heemin mischievously toyed with the shaft, too thick to hold with just one hand. He rubbed his thumb lightly over the protruding vein before squeezing and twisting it firmly in his grasp, prompting Yiheon to abruptly pull his lips away and speak.“Stop that.”He had intended to give just a little stimulation, but perhaps he had squeezed too hard. Seeing Yiheon’s narrowed brows and furrowed expression, Heemin released his grip and asked cautiously.“Did it hurt a lot?”“No. I almost came.”“You could just let it out.”“Later. Let me suck here first.”Yiheon sat up and moved back. Heemin thought he would go down to take him into his mouth like before, but instead, Yiheon buried his face between the open lapels of his robe, licking down his collarbone and chest bone in turn.“Haa…”It tickled a bit, causing Heemin to squirm slightly. Yiheon must have interpreted the movement as an attempt to escape his tongue because he pressed his lips hard against the pale marks and sucked on the skin as if to punish him. The sharp pain left behind reddish welts on Heemin’s body. He doubted he’d be able to wear any shirts that exposed his neck for a while.Only after leaving his mark on Heemin’s neck and chest did Yiheon finally look satisfied, pulling back with a slight upward curl of his lips.“Whew…”Yiheon exhaled shallowly, then bent down again, flicking his tongue over one of Heemin’s now fully erect nipples. Of course, he didn’t forget to continue stroking Heemin’s member.With the simultaneous stimulation both above and below, Heemin’s neck jerked reflexively. Yiheon responded by pressing his tongue even harder against the protruding nub. The sensation of being deeply gouged made Heemin’s vision blur momentarily, and his hips bucked forward on their own.“Ah, ah! Ah…”He bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to hold back his moans, but a stifled cry still slipped out through his clenched teeth. The mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed him all at once.As Heemin sobbed helplessly, Yiheon suddenly engulfed his entire nipple, areola, and the surrounding flesh with his mouth. He set his teeth on edge, scraping the nub, then licked the tip with his tongue, alternating between pressing down hard and licking gently, tormenting Heemin relentlessly. Of all places, he had to be biting his left chest, making Heemin’s heart pound wildly as if it were about to burst.“S-Stop sucking there. Ugh… There’s nothing, ah, that’s going to come out.”“If I keep sucking, something might come out.”“It won’t… Ngh!”Yiheon’s hand that had been caressing his shaft moved up to twist the nipple on his right side. He alternated between flicking the tip with his thumb and forefinger, scratching and squeezing it, ceaselessly teasing both of Heemin’s nipples.The relentless attention left Heemin’s chest stinging. However, knowing that trying to push Yiheon away would be futile, Heemin instead gripped the sheets tightly and bit down on his lips in frustration.With the prolonged foreplay, the knot of his robe, once securely tied around his waist, now dangled loosely. The hem had rolled up to his thighs, leaving him exposed.Compared to his disheveled state, Yiheon’s still-tidy appearance annoyed him for some reason. Letting go of the sheets, Heemin tugged firmly on the carefully tied knot of Yiheon’s robe, pulling it open.“What are you doing?”Only then did Yiheon lift his head and push back the bangs that had tumbled down his forehead. As he raised his arm, the collar opened wider, revealing the well-defined abs hidden beneath his clothes.No matter how many times he saw it, it was a body like a Greek statue, one that stirred a desire to touch.“Stop teasing and just put it in.”“Not yet.”“But I’m ready…”His backside had long been wet with the fluids that had leaked out. The wrinkles, swollen from days of continuous lovemaking, had finally reduced their swelling.“Don’t tempt me too much.”“What did I do?”“You always get so desperate only when we’re in bed.”It seemed that he was determined to suck and nibble until Heemin’s entire body became limp. Perhaps because he had been taught during their first encounter, he was sincere about foreplay, unlike the original “Cha Yiheon.” Heemin smiled softly, leaving his regrets behind.“Get up and sit down.”After fully removing Heemin’s robe, Yiheon had him lean against the headboard of the bed. When the sunlight dazzled his eyes, causing him to squint, Yiheon immediately stepped out of the bed to draw the curtains. As he returned, he picked up a condom and discarded his own robe. Perhaps because he hadn’t taken suppressants for the past few days, as soon as he undressed, pheromones poured out of his body like a perfume bottle with its lid opened. The thick musk scent, mixed with his natural body odor, made Heemin’s chest tighten.“You’re not trembling.”He muttered while lifting Heemin’s pale right leg. Yiheon then asked Heemin, as if amazed by the body that now accepted his raw pheromones without flinching.“You don’t seem scared of me anymore?”“Why would I be scared when you care about me? I’m not scared at all.”“…It wasn’t like that before.”Whenever the concentration of pheromones slightly increased, “Seo Heemin’s” trauma would trigger, causing his body to tremble without fail. He had even passed out multiple times from real fear, so as an alpha, Yiheon couldn’t help but feel anxious, especially during moments like this when they were being intimate.“I worked out hard just as Minseok-hyung taught me, and I think it strengthened my immune response.”Although he appeared clumsy on the surface, Minseok had once been a professional athlete. He had meticulously taught Heemin, who lacked any knowledge of exercise, from the basics to advanced techniques, helping to improve his stamina. Without Minseok, Heemin might have fainted again when facing Chairman Yoon, a dominant alpha.“Why are you suddenly bringing up Kim Minseok?”Yiheon spoke with irritation, his face contorted.“Oh… it’s just that…”Talking about another man during their intimate moment—Heemin had made a slip of the tongue while trying to boast about his improved physique. Especially in front of someone so possessive and jealous that he wouldn’t even allow Ms. Ahn’s mother’s phone number to be saved in Heemin’s contacts. He was crazy, really.The sensual atmosphere they had built up shattered completely. As Heemin recalled the subordinate who had been reprimanded during a video call, he hastily tried to explain, hoping to prevent any fallout for Minseok.“I meant that I didn’t want to pass out again before even managing to kiss you properly.”“…”“You’re the only one for me, hyung. I told you I like you.”He tried speaking in a cutesy voice to soften Yiheon’s mood, but Yiheon merely stared at him disapprovingly, without responding.Sulking and brooding at the slightest provocation—how did Heemin end up falling for a man with such a petty disposition?He was more upset that Yiheon wouldn’t answer his confession than he was about being confined and controlled by Yiheon’s obsessive jealousy. With a sense of disappointment, Heemin looked at Yiheon and spoke.“You still don’t trust me.”“It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just hard to believe.”“What does that even mean?”“You’re always thinking about leaving me, aren’t you?”The unexpected remark caused Heemin’s heart to sink. Had he unconsciously revealed his intention to return to his original world after seeing the ending? Or perhaps, because of the research that stated one loses memories when personalities change, Yiheon thought that Heemin would leave him.“I used to feel satisfied only if I took something, even if I had to break it…”After pausing for a breath, Yiheon continued, staring intently into Heemin’s eyes.“But now, I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to hurt you.”Yiheon held onto Heemin’s calf and slowly trailed kisses along it. The way his lips moved with solemn reverence, as if kissing a deity’s feet, was both profound and devout. He then slightly extended his tongue to lick the protruding bone near Heemin’s ankle—the very ankle that “Cha Yiheon” had broken in Silence.“But I can’t forgive you for trying to leave me. Because you’re mine.”His voice was soft yet low and cold, and the pheromones dispersed strongly. Soon, the room was filled with a thick musk scent. Although only his ankle was being held, Heemin felt as though the pressure was choking him. His neck grew cold, and his breathing became labored.“Look at you, trembling.”Watching Heemin’s complexion with his bright, sharp eyes, Yiheon softly smiled. Just as Heemin was puzzling over the sudden change, Yiheon didn’t twist his ankle but instead sucked on his skin, leaving a red mark.This is why I can’t hate you.A tingling sensation spread from deep within his chest. He liked Yiheon, who tried to be gentle, even if it meant going against his violent nature. Even though he didn’t express his feelings with sweet words, he showed his affection physically. If even his twisted personality seemed cute, perhaps Heemin was truly blinded by love. Despite the man possessing the face and body of a close friend.No matter how much he thought about it, Heemin found it ridiculous that he had been captivated by such a man. Pulling back his leg, he pouted playfully.“You say you don’t want to hurt me, but here you are, leaving a mark.”“Instead of hurting you, I’m just marking you.”Yiheon sat up and approached Heemin, playfully kissing various parts of his face—his forehead, eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, and lips. The warm sensation of Yiheon’s soft lips made Heemin’s face tingle.“Hey, hyung.”Barely holding back his laughter, Heemin called out to him. Yiheon didn’t respond verbally but raised his head and locked eyes with him. Looking directly at Yiheon’s face, Heemin spoke softly.“They say wounds are the entrance for light.”“…Light?”“Light that helps you grow stronger after healing.”“…”“So, I’m not afraid of getting hurt. I’ll overcome it and become stronger. Of course, if you’re the one who hurts me, I won’t forgive you.”He mimicked Yiheon’s words while playfully narrowing his eyes. Though it was meant to be a joke, Yiheon’s expression grew more complicated, indicating that he hadn’t taken it as lightly.Feeling embarrassed, Heemin was about to ask, “Are you scared too?” when Yiheon, who had been gazing at him with moist eyes like a rain-soaked forest, buried his head in Heemin’s shoulder and hugged him so tightly it felt like his body would break.“What should I do with you? Someone like you… I’m supposed to bring you back to this place….”Whether he was resentful of the years filled with burning anger and bitterness, Yiheon struggled to continue speaking, choking back his words with labored breaths. It was as if a long-buried memory had resurfaced, breaching the emotional barrier and causing his feelings to overflow.“It was all due to misunderstandings.”“…”“It’s okay now that it’s been resolved.”They had simply loved each other until that love became so twisted that it turned into hate. Even “Seo Heemin,” who had desperately wanted to escape their deeply entangled fate, forgave him in the end.Heemin grasped Yiheon’s shoulders, making him look at him. The storm inside Yiheon’s chest was still raging, his perfectly sculpted features contorted with self-reproach. His eyes, which usually cast a deep, intense gaze, were now filled with clear regret and pain.Yet, despite everything, the desperate longing in those trembling eyes deeply moved Heemin. He stared into Yiheon’s earnest, pleading eyes, which revealed his true intentions, and after a long moment, called out to him.“But, hyung.”If his heart could not be stopped, Heemin wanted to run to the very end with the man who desired him so much. He wanted to embrace the suffocating obsession that pressed on his chest and willingly surrender to it.He reached down and took hold of the hands wrapped around his back, guiding them lower. Then, he parted his legs slightly and positioned Yiheon’s hand near the slick, wet entrance between his buttocks, whispering to him.“I can forgive you, even if you hurt me here…”Hoping that his clumsy attempt at seduction would work this time, Heemin shyly smiled, his eyes half-closed. He even tried, though awkwardly, to release the pheromones of a dominant omega.“…Ha.”Yiheon exhaled heavily, then clenched his teeth. He seemed to be desperately holding back the boiling urges within him. The trembling of his tense, twitching muscles was clearly visible in Heemin’s view.