Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes

Chapter 38

Hyeon-woo shook his head vigorously from side to side. He couldn’t distinguish between what was real and what was an illusion in his dream. His gaze returned to the flute. He tried his best to recall his memories, but this was as far as he could go.

“It can’t be…”

Hyeon-woo reached out with trembling hands and picked up the cell phone on the desk to check the date and time. Two o’clock in the morning. The heat cycle had ended in just nine hours, not even three days after he had taken the suppressant and fallen asleep.

He couldn’t understand how this was possible when the suppressant had no effect at all.

As Hyeon-woo furrowed his brow at the reality that didn’t make any sense, his gaze suddenly turned to his crotch. He grabbed his pants and underwear at once and pulled them down.

…It was clean.

It was terribly clean, as if someone had washed it.

Only then did he realize. His pants and underwear had all been changed to new ones.

He hurriedly went out to the living room and headed for the laundry room.

“…It can’t be. It won’t be.”

Muttering the same words like a madman, he opened the door of the laundry room. The scene he so desperately wanted to deny unfolded before his eyes without an inch of error.

Hyeon-woo’s eyes trembled endlessly as he looked at the wet clothes hanging on the drying rack. His clothes from the night before were neatly washed and hung side by side with Tae-geon’s.

…He saw.

Tae-geon saw everything.

He saw it all.

Hyeon-woo’s hands turned corpse-pale as he stepped back and grabbed his hair.

…That terrible sight…

The sight of him panting with lust…

The sight of him worse than a beast, crying out in pleasure while stuffing anything into his rear hole…

Tae-geon had seen it all.

“Huk.”

He clutched his chest, feeling like he was suffocating.

“Hah… Hah…”

Hyeon-woo, who had been breathing heavily, staggered to one side and then collapsed onto the floor. The floor lamp in the living room was pushed over by Hyeon-woo’s feet and fell with a crash, the sound of breaking glass sharply cutting through the early morning air.

Tae-geon, who would normally have come out to see what was happening, was nowhere to be seen. The empty house was eerily quiet.

It must have been horrible.

It must have been so dirty and disgusting that he couldn’t bear to stay in the same space.

Hyeon-woo’s entire body began to tremble incessantly like someone with chills.

The sound of teeth clashing intermittently broke the silence due to the extreme trembling. Hyeon-woo curled up into a ball, hugging his knees.

It was too cold. A terrible chill penetrated to his bones.

“…I feel the same, Tae-geon.”

I find myself horrible too.

Although he couldn’t clearly tell which parts of the dream were real and which were illusions, at least he was certain that it was Tae-geon who had calmed his cursed heat and cleaned up afterward.

He remembered that among the hazy dreams he had earlier, only the sensation of fingers digging into his inner walls felt as vivid as reality. He must have been released from the heat cycle by that touch.

He must have writhed in pleasure countless times at Tae-geon’s hand penetrating his insides. He desperately tried to recall, wracking his brain, but he couldn’t remember Tae-geon’s face at all. Just imagining what expression Tae-geon might have had while looking at him made Hyeon-woo want to die on the spot.

Hyeon-woo silently screamed as he imagined Tae-geon looking down at him like a bug, his face twisted with extreme disgust, emotionlessly digging into his inner walls, and himself panting, ejaculating, and begging for pleasure while clinging to that hand.

Why didn’t you just leave me alone?

You should have just left me alone, whether I died from shock or not…!

He couldn’t bear how horrible he felt about himself.

It felt like bugs were crawling all over his body. He thought he kept smelling a rotten odor from somewhere, and when he suddenly looked down at his forearm, maggots were wriggling and crawling.

“Hiiik!”

Hyeon-woo swallowed a scream and flailed his arms in the air. Even when he shook them violently, instead of disappearing, the number of maggots boring through his skin doubled. He scratched at the maggots that now densely filled both his arms, tearing at his bare skin with his nails. But the more he did so, the deeper they burrowed.

“Go away…! Go away!”

As Hyeon-woo looked around with bloodshot eyes, he saw a piece of broken glass. It was a fragment from the floor lamp that had fallen earlier. He grabbed it and started digging at the maggots. No matter how many he dug out, they kept crawling out endlessly. The surroundings were filled with the carcasses of bugs he had dug out.

Among them, a few that were not yet dead wriggled and swarmed towards him again. Hyeon-woo’s eyes filled with horror at the sight. He jumped up, ran into his room, and slammed the door shut. But the foul smell he had noticed earlier was even more intense inside the room.

“Ughk!”

Retching, he frantically grabbed the doorknob but couldn’t bring himself to open it. He wanted to run out right away, but he couldn’t because of the wriggling bugs that would be looking for him outside.

Hyeon-woo covered his mouth and repeatedly gagged at the terrible smell he had never encountered before. His empty stomach kept bringing up bitter bile.

As he wiped his dirty mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly a much stronger stench than before assaulted his nostrils. Sniffing around to find the source of the rotten smell, Hyeon-woo buried his nose in his forearm and inhaled.

“…Uwek!!”

The source of the stench was the omega pheromones emanating from himself.

*

Tick tock.

The ticking of the clock’s second hand was the only sound in the quiet stillness. Hyeon-woo, curled up tightly in a corner, held his breath and nervously chewed on his fingernails. He couldn’t bring himself to lie down on the bed because of the disgusting smell emanating from it.

His pajamas were damp. The blood flowing from the wounds he had dug with the glass shard wouldn’t stop. A red trail led from the living room up the stairs, forming a dark red pool centered where Hyeon-woo was sitting.

The bitter early winter wind blew in through the wide-open window, but even though he was shivering from the cold, he didn’t dare close it. It was because of the stench. He couldn’t bear the foul odor coming from his own body.

“…So this is why you hated omegas so much.”

Tae-geon was right. As Tae-geon had said, it was a smell so terrible it could rot your nose.

Hyeon-woo spent the night wide awake in the pitch-dark, ice-cold room, afraid that if he turned on the lights, the wriggling bugs outside would find where he was and crawl in through the gaps in the door.

As dawn approached, a faint light began to illuminate the room.

Crunch, crunch.

The shape of the black figure curled up and trembling, biting its nails, was grotesque.

Beep. Beep beep beep.

Beeeeep- Click.

The sound of the door lock opening was heard. Hyeon-woo’s pupils shook.

It was Tae-geon.

Looking around for a place to hide, Hyeon-woo had no choice but to crawl onto the bed and pull the blanket over his head. He held his breath, trying to suppress the nausea from the strong stench.

If it weren’t for the bugs lurking outside the room, he would have run away somewhere and secretly hidden to never be seen by Tae-geon again. Thinking this, Hyeon-woo twisted his lips at his own pitifulness.

Liar.

While not wanting to part with Tae-geon.

I don’t want to be separated. I don’t want to be distant. Even though I’ve become such a horrible omega body, I wanted to stick to Tae-geon like a leech and spend a lifetime together.

As Tae-geon opened the front door and entered the living room, he gasped at the sight of the shattered floor lamp and the blood spattered on the floor. The intermittent red bloodstains led up the stairs to Hyeon-woo’s room.

His heart sank. Without even taking off his shoes, Tae-geon ran up in one breath and roughly knocked on the door.

“Hyeon-woo!”

Bang, bang, bang!

Despite the repeated calls, the room remained as quiet as a mouse.

“Hyeon-woo! Are you in there?!”

“……”

“Han Hyeon-woo!! Answer me!”

Bang, bang!

“Hyeon-woo!!!!”

Tae-geon’s voice calling out his name sounded somehow familiar. At that moment, a familiar sense of déjà vu shot through Hyeon-woo’s mind like a bullet.

‘…Are you okay?’

‘Hyeon-woo, are you alright?’

‘Hyeon-woo.’

‘Hyeon-woo, I’m coming in.’

It was Tae-geon’s voice that he had heard last before losing consciousness. The moment when he had craved pleasure, stuffing the flute into his hole to its limit, with Tae-geon’s voice as accompaniment, vividly came back to him.

Hyeon-woo buried his face in the bed sheet and sobbed quietly. He felt like he was being forced to acknowledge once again that he had shown such a beastly side to Tae-geon. He was horrified and afraid that the ugly and impure desire within him was going beyond limits.

Bang bang!

Tae-geon shouted again, knocking on the door.

“I’m coming in…!”

He frantically twisted the doorknob. A sharp, cold wind rushed towards Tae-geon through the open door crack. On one side of the ice-cold room, the blanket on the bed was bulging up.

Although it was stained red with Hyeon-woo’s blood in places, fortunately, the area wasn’t as large as the worst-case scenario Tae-geon had imagined. Relieved that excessive blood loss had been avoided, Tae-geon approached the bed and knelt down on one knee.

“Hyeon-woo, look at me for a moment.”

“……”

“Han Hyeon-woo.”

Tae-geon’s gentle voice made Hyeon-woo feel inexplicably sad. He clutched the sheet and swallowed his sobs with difficulty.

Tae-geon, I’m sorry. Tae-geon, I did wrong. Please forgive me.

He begged for forgiveness that would never reach him, over and over again.