Pink Flavor Omega

#3

“Damn it, I… How could I not remember having my ass opened for the first time in my life by some unknown bastard? Is my head just for decoration or what?”

Large teardrops welled up in his eyes and fell, clearing his blurry vision. He saw black shoe tips rushing towards him. Eunhong quickly raised his head.

“Hic… Lee Jaeha!”

As soon as he confirmed the face, a sorrowful cry burst from Eunhong’s lips. His lips crumpled miserably, and a walnut-sized lump formed on his chin.

A tall, broad-shouldered man was looking down at Eunhong, furrowing his smooth forehead. Jaeha, hiding his true nature under a clean white shirt, bent down and instantly closed the distance with Eunhong.

“You… really, ha.”

Jaeha brushed up his disheveled hair, seemingly out of breath from rushing over. He ran his large hand through Eunhong’s hair and carefully examined every corner of his face. As soon as he confirmed there was no particular problem, he let out a big sigh like a bursting dam.

“You! Do you know how much I’ve been looking for you?”

Jaeha’s hands easily lifted Eunhong up. He firmly grasped the staggering Eunhong and pulled him into his arms. He hesitated only briefly, worried that Eunhong’s face, soaked with tears and snot, might touch his shirt. Eunhong buried himself in Jaeha’s embrace and sobbed loudly.

Waaaaaah hic hic waaaaaaah!!

As Eunhong cried for a long time, Jaeha patted him comfortingly. By the time his offered shoulder was soaked and the surrounding gazes were drawn to the spectacle of two tall men hugging and crying,

“Hic, Jaeha, what should I do? I might be pregnant!”

Eunhong cried out sorrowfully, and

“What?”

“But I can’t remember a damn thing! Waaaaaah!”

Jaeha’s face crumpled mercilessly.

***

Even after getting into Jaeha’s car, Eunhong couldn’t calm down easily.

He poured out his frustration about the sex he couldn’t remember while clinging to Jaeha, raged about the state of his ass, and fumed about the unknown bastard who had taken advantage of him and run. But he was angriest at his stupid self. How could he not remember that?

“I must really be a blockhead…”

“You manifested suddenly, like an attack, at a time you never expected. It can happen. There’s manifestation fever and…”

Jaeha kept comforting Eunhong, bending over with the passenger door wide open.

“…It’s not your fault. The other person, the other person is the bad one.”

Eunhong was only able to calm down somewhat after crying out all the water in his body and completely blocking both his nostrils. He didn’t know how Jaeha had found him, but he was gradually stabilizing and regaining his senses next to Jaeha, who always seemed to have a way.

As Eunhong’s crying subsided, Jaeha made him drink an ion beverage and put an unwrapped candy in his mouth. He carefully wiped Eunhong’s soaked face and even fastened his seatbelt securely.

Eunhong blankly watched as Jaeha closed the passenger door, stepped aside, and smoked two cigarettes in a row. The blue smoke from the cigarettes that 2-star trait holders smoke to erase others’ scents rose thickly, obscuring Jaeha’s face. Even after finishing two long cigarettes down to the filter, Jaeha stood outside for a long time. By the time Jaeha got back in the car, Eunhong’s tears had almost dried up.

The car left the hospital and slid into the city center.

Jaeha had been silent for a while. Although they weren’t the kind of friends who found silence awkward, there was something sharp about Jaeha’s current mood that made Eunhong unconsciously wary.

The red lights trailed one after another, and the car stopped at a signal. Jaeha’s gaze briefly flicked to Eunhong before returning to the front. As the car started moving again, Eunhong finally managed to open his mouth with difficulty.

“How did you find me?”

“……”

“Jaeha.”

“How I found you…”

Jaeha’s expression seemed somewhat fierce as he leaned his elbow on the door trim and pressed his temple with his thumb. Eunhong was suddenly seized by the thought that Jaeha must be disappointed in him. His friend was someone who despised how 2-star trait humans sprayed pheromones and were controlled by their desires without will. Eunhong’s lips protruded in a pout.

Eunhong’s gaze fell on Jaeha’s hand on the steering wheel. His neat, tidy nails were nervously tapping the wheel. Eunhong stared intently at the veins on the back of his hand, when suddenly tears welled up, and he hurriedly pressed his eyelids with both fists. Jaeha’s eyes widened for a moment as he drove.

“Why? Why are you crying again?”

“…Hic… hic… When, when, when I think that I’m suddenly an o-omega, it’s, it’s ridiculous and overwhelming…”

Jaeha let out a big sigh. His chest swelled, tightening his shirt.

“What about my mom, Mrs. Jin? Her son…. What she always said about cutting off my dick has become reality. I, I must be punished for always drawing lewd pictures.”

The tears that had been blocked burst forth again like a breaking dam. Jaeha’s sigh deepened. He quickly turned the steering wheel to pull the car over to the shoulder and hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt.

Jaeha grabbed Eunhong’s shoulder.

“Come here, Bunhong.”

“I told you not to call me Bunhong, you bastard.”

Jaeha laughed with a deflated face at the sight of Eunhong swearing in the middle of crying. He made Eunhong rest his head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly, slowly rubbing his back. The collar of his shirt brushed against Eunhong’s nose.

Suddenly, Eunhong realized. This scent that he used to faintly feel from Jaeha… what seemed like the lingering scent of perfume was actually pheromones. He tightly pressed down his wet eyelashes and inhaled deeply into his lungs, and that long-curious thing took shape and approached Eunhong.

It smelled like the heavy cold air settling in a dawn forest at the end of night. A scent like cold air settling on flower petals not yet fully bloomed. That kind of… quiet morning when darkness is driven away and light begins to outline objects.

Even though it was warm inside the car, Eunhong felt as if a wind had blown in and stolen away the remaining heat from his body, making him hunch his shoulders. The comforting hand then pressed more firmly. So this was Jaeha’s pheromone. Eunhong gently opened his eyes.

He had been curious about it for so long, and now he finally knew. Thinking that, he felt that becoming an omega wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Eunhong felt his rapid sobbing subside and opened his mouth.

“Maybe this happened because you kept calling me that.”

Due to his crying turning into hiccups, Eunhong’s body shook as he spoke in a whining voice. Jaeha’s expression, which had been calmly stroking Eunhong’s back, sank. Jaeha closed his eyes and answered in a low voice.

“Yeah. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

“Hic.”

“For teasing you by calling you Bunhong, for constantly leaving my pheromones on you…”

Jaeha let out a deep sigh behind Eunhong’s back. His gaze fell on his own face reflected in the passenger window. The expression, unclear whether smiling or frowning, looked unfamiliar. Jaeha deliberately avoided looking at his own face and just hugged Eunhong tightly, comforting him.

After the crying had passed and enough time had elapsed that they might have gotten a parking ticket, Eunhong spoke.

“I’m definitely going to catch that rapist bastard.”

“…Huh?”

Jaeha’s comforting hand stopped abruptly.

“I’m going to catch him and tear him apart.”

“…Which part?”

Jaeha’s eyebrow twitched slightly as if asking, “Which part, Bunhong?”

***

So—,

If we go back three weeks, it was a day no different from any other.

“Wow, unbelievable. Lee Jaeha. You really… Wow, so this is why people talk about connections, connections.”

It was a high-pitched voice unable to hide its excitement. The gazes of passersby briefly turned towards Eunhong and Jaeha. In the hand of Eunhong, the culprit who had shouted, was a shiny musical ticket.

It was a show that was difficult to get even with a premium price and layers upon layers of extra money. Add to that the most popular lead actor performing, and a stage event on Christmas Eve. Needless to say, it was for the center VIP seat.

Eunhong gulped. The ticket filled his eyes, which were brimming with happiness.

“Really, is it okay for me to accept this? Do I just need to pay the ticket price? You didn’t get this by throwing a shitload of money at it, did you?”

“What do you mean ‘shitload’? I told you to use pretty words, Bunhong.”

Lee Jaeha spoke languidly, sitting with his long legs stretched out and loosely crossed. He slightly raised his thick eyebrows under his naturally falling hair, looking displeased. His suit, fitting his body as if painted on, flowed softly with Jaeha’s every move, creating subtle and beautiful lines.

Like any dominant alpha, Jaeha always stood out easily. Or maybe it was because he was Jaeha. Like a predator at the top of the food chain, each of his movements was slow and elegant.

Jaeha blew out a long stream of smoke. The bluish smoke dispersed, spreading a strong scent. Eunhong waved the smoke away in disgust. He was worried it might touch him. He was already often mistaken for his trait, and he felt like this cigarette Jaeha smoked played a part in that.

“I told you not to call me Bunhong.”

He had been beaming with gratitude just moments ago, but now he puffed up his cheeks and bristled at the nickname Bunhong. Jaeha chuckled at that reaction. He stubbed out the cigarette that Eunhong hated and sat up straight with an arrogant expression.

“Forget about the ticket price. I got it for free too.”

“Liar! Give me your account number. I’ll send it. No, wait. I’ll send it through the money transfer function.”

“Just try sending it. I’ll have the entire musical performance canceled if you do.”