Pink Flavor Omega

#32

Jaeha led Eunhong to the space with the study on the second floor. Inside the quiet study, there was a desk with soft lighting, equipped with two large monitors and a tablet. A chair that looked like it would perfectly support the back was placed at the glossy black wooden desk. Eunhong’s mouth fell open. All the equipment was top-of-the-line and the latest models.

“When did you… no, how did you know to buy these?”

“I did some research in that drawing community where your… I mean, where the developers gather. When I asked, they were competing to recommend things.”

Eunhong looked back at Jaeha with sparkling eyes. Indeed, the latest equipment he had always wanted to try made his heart race. If this was meant to tempt him to stay at Jaeha’s house, it was certainly on point.

“Then, should I go home and pack some of my clothes and small necessities?”

“No.”

Jaeha was adamant. Eunhong pouted again.

“I don’t have any clothes to wear. Should I keep wearing pajamas?”

“That’s not a bad idea either…”

Jaeha narrowed his eyes, muttering, “Our Bunhong is so clever, isn’t he?” His gleaming eyes looked quite serious and a bit dangerous. As Eunhong tried to ignore it, Jaeha asked arrogantly, tilting his chin up.

“Who am I?”

“…”

“…”

“…You… Lee Jaeha?”

“That’s right, Bunhong. I’m Lee Jaeha.”

Jaeha, spouting nonsense, took Eunhong back downstairs. Unable to stop his slightly unhinged friend, Eunhong had no choice but to follow.

The place Jaeha opened the door to was a dressing room, with three walls filled with Eunhong’s clothes. It was clear at a glance that they were all Eunhong’s clothes. It was full of colorful tops, jeans, and track tops that Jaeha would never wear.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I just bought everything.”

“Hey…”

Eunhong laughed incredulously. It was hard to define, but Jaeha had occasionally acted with inexplicable madness since childhood, and it was unclear what had triggered it this time. Who had pushed Jaeha’s buttons again…

This familiar sight suddenly made Eunhong feel relieved. It was hard to explain, but he felt it. He had a vague anxiety that his relationship with Jaeha might become awkward because he had become an omega and experienced an accident on the night of his manifestation. But Jaeha remained constant towards him, even though his trait had completely changed. This made Eunhong feel comfortable and even able to laugh.

“If you refuse, I’ll throw it all away.”

A sincere threat fell on Eunhong’s head as Jaeha pushed him inside. The clothes really looked like they had been shopped for by a mildly crazy person. There were hoodies from brands Eunhong liked, in the same size but different designs. The situation was similar for jeans, track tops, and sneakers.

Among the ordinary priced clothes, there were also some limited edition designs, luxury brand collaborations, and items with premiums that were no longer available. In other words, it was like walking a tightrope between comfort and burden. Eunhong laughed helplessly, seeing what seemed to be Jaeha’s own careful consideration.

“Hey, aren’t you being too deliberate? It’s a bit creepy.”

Jaeha, who had been standing proudly at the entrance, gaped.

“You called me your boyfriend earlier, honey.”

“Ah, you’re really crazy…”

Although surprised by the sheer quantity, Eunhong was also pleased and started looking around while grumbling. Especially among the sneakers, there were quite a few limited editions with patterns designed by popular artists, which captivated him unconsciously. One brand had a way of using colors that Eunhong liked, so he often bought them even at the expense of other things, and he couldn’t help but reach for them.

“…Still, I can’t stay away from home forever. If I’m going to be away for a long time, I need to tidy up a bit…”

“…”

“If you’re worried, you can come with me. I need to bring my external hard drive, and I have photos of my mom and sister at home. My limited edition…”

As he was muttering and turned around, he bumped into Jaeha who was standing close behind him. He hadn’t noticed when Jaeha had approached, being distracted by the items. Their stomachs touched as they brushed against each other. The body heat rubbing through the thin silk fabric felt too hot.

“…My figurines too…”

Jaeha’s pheromones, which had been well-contained until now, suddenly made their presence known. Though faint, it was enough to fluster Eunhong. He unconsciously swallowed hard.

“…I need to bring them…”

He trailed off without properly finishing what he was saying. His eyes suddenly met Jaeha’s, who was looking down at him. The dressing room full of clothes felt suffocating, perhaps due to its high density. The yellow light from the mirror cast deep shadows on Jaeha’s face. Jaeha opened his seemingly perfect lips and whispered softly.

“If you can guess what I did on Christmas.”

“…”

“If you guess right, I’ll go with you.”

Somehow, Eunhong’s heart was racing fiercely. He licked his lips to moisten them. Jaeha’s gaze seemed deeper than ever before. His fingertips trembled.

What is this, am I crazy…? Why am I like this…

Feeling an unprecedented pressure from Jaeha, Eunhong became slightly scared. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he was even a little frightened. As a result, he stupidly stammered. His round eyes widened like those of a frightened deer.

“Wh-what you did on Christmas…”

The look in Jaeha’s eyes as he gazed down was like that of a predator facing a herbivore. Eunhong’s heart beat violently, confused whether it was fear or excitement. The sound of his heartbeat was so loud it seemed to escape through his skin.

“How can I…”

Feeling like his heart might jump out of his throat, Eunhong closed his mouth without finishing his sentence. Jaeha’s persistent gaze moved from Eunhong’s cheeks and ears down to his lips.

There was nowhere to retreat. Trapped between the shoe-filled shelf and Jaeha, Eunhong could only swallow hard repeatedly. As Jaeha was looking at his lips, Eunhong found himself staring at Jaeha’s lips in return.

It seemed like the red lips might part at any moment, revealing what was inside. Eunhong suddenly recalled the sensation and taste of the hot flesh that had invaded him at the convenience store.

The feeling of their legs entangling below their touching stomachs was terribly erotic. His mind was in chaos, and his mouth, recalling the memory of the kiss, felt parched. He yearned for Jaeha to invade him immediately and transfer his sweet saliva.

As Jaeha’s face came closer by about half a span, blocking Eunhong’s view, a shadow fell. Eunhong reflexively squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t bear the fluttering in his chest.

Warm skin touched his cheek, and a moist voice fell near his ear.

“Think carefully, Bunhong.”

“…”

Until he urgently inhaled, gasping for breath, Eunhong hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath. When he opened his eyes after some time had passed, panting, he found himself alone in the dressing room. He had been too excited to notice Jaeha leaving. Eunhong looked around the empty room with a bewildered expression.

As his wildly beating heart gradually calmed and the trembling in his fingertips subsided, only a dazed feeling remained. He stupidly blinked his eyes repeatedly. Eunhong raised his arm to cover his flushed eyes. Soon, embarrassment washed over him like a tidal wave.

What was I hoping for?

His palm was already damp with sweat. Eunhong felt foolish for getting so tense. As he wiped his wet palm on his pants, even the clothes he was wearing suddenly hurt his pride. Unlike Jaeha, who was properly and neatly dressed, he had been in pink pajamas all this time.

“…Oh… shit.”

With his ears burning bright red, Eunhong grabbed whatever clothes he could find and changed. He couldn’t understand why he had been so tense and scared. He chewed on his tingling lips, unsure whether the emotion he felt was anxiety or regret.

It was quite some time later when Eunhong finally composed his tumultuous emotions and left the dressing room. With an awkward face, he went out to find Jaeha. Passing through the central living room, following the familiar sound of game music, he saw Jaeha buried in the sofa in front of a large TV.

On the screen, a mustachioed character in a red hat was running around. Jaeha’s face, watching the screen, was utterly peaceful. Eunhong hesitantly approached the sofa. Jaeha asked, his face still fixed on the screen:

“Are you going up to the second floor to work? If you need the external hard drive, I can have Secretary Kim bring it.”

“…”

When Eunhong didn’t answer, Jaeha finally turned his head to face him. His expression was still calm. This made Eunhong feel slightly upset.

“All the files are in the cloud. The data is on the external hard drive, but it’s not urgent enough to send someone.”

“Oh, that’s good then.”

Jaeha nodded, clicking the game controller. In this leisurely and languid atmosphere, Eunhong somehow felt increasingly defeated.

“…Aren’t you going to work?”

“I took a vacation.”

“…What kind of company… doesn’t go bankrupt with such an uninterested CEO?”

Eunhong grumbled discontentedly. Seeing him even pouting his lips, Jaeha suddenly burst into laughter.

“Are you worried it might go bankrupt?”

“…”

“Don’t worry. Even if it does, I’ll still feed you.”