Confined Pheromone

Sanho lightly bit the tip of Siwoo’s finger. It was a mischievous act, like biting a lovely baby.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

This time, he rubbed Siwoo’s fingertip against his lower lip. He shook his head slightly, guiding Siwoo’s fingertip to brush against his lip line.

“Why? It’s nice here.”

“That’s not… the problem.”

“This is a place your senior liked.”

Without waiting for Siwoo’s response, Sanho took Siwoo’s finger into his mouth. The mucous membrane inside his mouth enveloped the finger. As he rubbed the finger with his moist and soft tongue, his eyes began to blush as he looked up at Siwoo.

“If you want to get out, you can choose one of two things.”

Sanho said, sucking on the finger with a somewhat muffled pronunciation.

“Find your memory.”

“……”

“Or get me pregnant.”

With a pop, Siwoo’s fingertip slipped out of Sanho’s mouth. Sanho licked the drool that had escaped from his lips with his tongue and smiled shyly.

“Choose. What will it be?”

Siwoo frowned as he looked down at Sanho. How should I, what should I do with this kid…

“The latter would be quicker, right? If you can’t do it sober, I could release some pheromones.”

His tone was entirely playful. The excitement that didn’t seem to escalate was bubbling up inside him. Siwoo suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Sanho by both shoulders. You don’t even know what I’m thinking right now. He brought his face closer to Sanho’s.

“Why do you think I can’t do the opposite?”

Sanho’s eyes widened in surprise as Siwoo suddenly grabbed him roughly.

“Senior, what do you mean—”

But there was no need to ask what he meant. The overwhelming alpha pheromones that burst forth answered that question. Sanho’s lips trembled as he inhaled sharply.

Siwoo’s pheromones resembled the warm scent of earth. The fragrance of moist soil after a rain, drying under the warm sun. It was the scent that would waft through the air when enjoying a cool breeze under the shade of a large tree, where fresh grass sprouts.

“Ah…!”

But not at this moment. It was definitely Siwoo’s pheromones, but they were rougher than ever. And they were undeniably erotic. Sanho’s head tilted back as he was captured by Siwoo’s shoulders. The blush around his eyes blossomed into shy heat.

“Stop. Stop it, Senior.”

Sanho twisted his body, trying to escape. But Siwoo didn’t budge. Instead, he pressed even closer to Sanho. A raw, beast-like glint briefly flickered across Siwoo’s usually gentle face. A low growl echoed softly.

“Ha, ugh.”

Sanho’s body reacted quickly. His heart raced, and excitement began to pool rapidly below his abdomen. A tingling sensation spread through him. Specifically, the secret place inside him that had begun to throb. Slick arousal started to seep out, and his waist twisted delicately.

“Senior, please….”

His dampened eyes were red. Looking up at Siwoo, Sanho bit his lip. Fresh saliva dripped from his glistening lips. To anyone watching, he looked like an omega pleading to be embraced. It wasn’t wrong. His body’s reaction was indeed that. He wanted to be held roughly. But Sanho’s eyes were different. The clear fear reflected in his dark pupils was unmistakable.

Siwoo also saw that look. The moment his grip loosened, Sanho quickly reached out. He snatched something from beneath the tray and raised it high.

“…!!!”

Then he swung it down towards Siwoo. But this time, Siwoo was a bit quicker. He grabbed Sanho’s wrist in one swift motion.

“…….”

“…….”

For a moment, the two faced each other, their breaths lightly mingling. What Sanho held in his hand was a syringe. A droplet of liquid hung precariously from the sharp tip of the syringe, just near Siwoo’s nape. Siwoo glanced at it briefly before locking eyes with Sanho again. It wasn’t the warm gaze Siwoo usually had. It was a rough, beast-like glare. Siwoo growled as he spoke.

“What kind of drug is this?”

“Ugh…”

“Is it a sleeping pill?”

“Se, Senior….”

“Or is it an aphrodisiac?”

“……Hah, ugh.”

“If this drug works, does that mean I’ll get you pregnant?”

Siwoo’s eyes sparkled.

“Don’t lie.”

Hah, exhaling, Sanho met Siwoo’s gaze with a resentful look.

“You’re scared right now.”

“Senior….”

“What you want, it’s not this.”

Siwoo slowly released Sanho’s wrist. As he felt his wrist loosen, Sanho’s eyes widened for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be let go. But the hesitation was only for an instant. The syringe needle plunged deep into Siwoo’s nape. Siwoo’s expression didn’t falter; he merely frowned slightly.

“Hah…ha….”

Sanho gasped as he watched the drug quickly seep into Siwoo’s veins. The drug mixed with his blood immediately showed its effects. It was clear that Siwoo’s previously scattered pheromones were beginning to fade. Siwoo’s once fierce eyes gradually lost their light. His arms fell limply to his sides.

Holding the syringe, panting, Sanho slowly gazed at the relaxing Siwoo. His chest rose and fell heavily.

“What I want… you’ll find out for yourself, Senior.”

“…San, Ho.”

“Remember what I want.”

There was a hint of tears in Sanho’s voice. The redness around his eyes was not solely due to bodily excitement.

“Why do you think you can’t release pheromones in reverse?”

That was likely because a distinct emotion was dominating his heart.

“Because you can’t. You can’t do something like releasing pheromones on me.”

“…….”

“Can you tell me one more thing?”

Sanho’s arm slowly dropped. The strength that had been tightly gripping his fist, turning his knuckles white, gradually released, and the slender syringe rolled away across the floor.

“Jin Siwoo, the reason you’re a bastard is because of this.”

“…….”

“You could have stopped me even now, but you just let it happen.”

***

It was a day when warm sunlight poured down. Once again, feeling a bit stifled in his suit, he reached for his tie. Just as he loosened it, that kid approached. It wasn’t that he caught sight of them or heard them coming. But Siwoo could tell. That kid was getting closer. A sweet scent pleasantly filled his lungs. He took a light breath and smiled as he turned his head.

‘…S…Ho-ya.’

Standing in front of Siwoo with his head slightly bowed, that kid held a takeout cup in both hands. An iced Americano filled with ice. As Siwoo looked at the coffee held out to him, his eyes rounded in surprise. Perhaps because Siwoo was staring at him, that kid slightly turned his head to avoid his gaze. His expression was indifferent, but his bright red ears told a different story.

‘This… …coffee… …for… me?’

That kid, still avoiding eye contact, frowned and nodded his head slightly. His attitude seemed a bit annoyed, but Siwoo felt happy and smiled even more.

‘Why?’

The outstretched hand twitched slightly. Their eyes met. A face filled with embarrassment. Siwoo smiled softly and accepted the coffee that the kid offered.

‘Just… I thought you’d… …like it….’

His blunt voice was clearly flustered. Siwoo held back a laugh that was about to burst out and replied. What did I say again?

“You just need to find out what I like, Sanho.”

With a gasp, Siwoo’s eyes shot open.

“…….”

He was on a large bed. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat. His gown was neatly fastened, and the sheets were pulled up to his chest. His heart was pounding hard, but the surroundings were quiet. Siwoo slowly sat up.

“…….”

Was it a dream?

It felt like static mixed with noise from a radio that wasn’t tuned properly. It seemed like there was even less to hear. The replayed images were hazy, like a silent film. Who was that kid? The one who brought him coffee and pouted… and whose ears turned red… It was a dream he had just moments ago, but the memory was quickly fading. Like trying to hold back water seeping through his fingers, fragments of memory slipped away rapidly. Siwoo pressed his brow tightly and stood up from the bed.

Instinctively, he felt around his nape with his hand. It didn’t seem like there was a serious injury. There was a slight throbbing pain, but that was an unavoidable aftereffect from the strong needle prick.

Sanho was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom or the living room. The tray and food that Sanho had brought were cleared away, and it was quiet as if nothing had happened. It felt warm, like a peaceful weekend morning. If he felt comfort in this situation, something was definitely wrong. So, was I doing something wrong? Siwoo slowly began to survey the large room.

Next to a strange abstract painting hanging in the bedroom, there was a small space that had been hidden by a low curtain. Upon entering, he passed through a short hallway in the form of a powder room that led to a dressing room. The space was almost empty for its size. In the mirror occupying one wall, Siwoo’s reflection stared back at him. Pale skin and light-colored hair, a chest revealed between the gray gown. And below that, pants and ankles. It was a familiar sight. Not just once or twice. It felt familiar. Feeling a sense of déjà vu that was now becoming stifling, Siwoo turned his gaze. A large wardrobe caught his eye.

“…….”

The inside was empty. No, it was almost empty. Only one outfit hung inside. A deep blue suit. So dark that it could easily be mistaken for black, but it shimmered with a subtle blue hue when light reflected off it. Siwoo slowly brushed his fingertips over it.

“…….”

Again, that annoying sense of déjà vu washed over him. Why did this outfit feel so familiar? Was this the same one I was wearing in the dream just now? He forced himself to gather the remnants of the dream like grains of sand. Before that kid approached, he had thought it was stifling and loosened his tie. The suit hanging neatly also had a matching tie. A slightly lighter blue tie. Siwoo quietly took the suit in his hands.

“…….”

He held the suit up against his reflection in the mirror. The shoulder seams fit perfectly. The sleeve lengths were also just right. It was clear that it was his own suit, fitting perfectly on Siwoo, who had broader shoulders and longer limbs than the average man.

But why is my suit here?

Siwoo stared at the suit, unconsciously bringing his face closer. The soft fabric swayed lightly like flowing water.

“Ah.”

It had a subtly sweet scent.

Siwoo slowly began to put on the suit. It felt less like an action dictated by his mind and more like a natural continuation of thoughtless behavior. The white dress shirt, pants, and tie fit perfectly. Was this how Cinderella felt when she put on the glass slipper? Siwoo chuckled at his absurd thought and stood in front of the mirror again. He stared intently at his reflection.

“This….”

Memories surged in like a floodgate had been opened.

There was something important. It was uncomfortable, but he couldn’t embarrass his father. Dressing in such a classic suit felt very awkward. And that day.

‘…Stop.’

A dark alley.

A dark alley? Yes, it was that narrow, steep staircase next to the underground bar, that small alley. The neon sign flickered in the narrow alley. A large man was there, and someone else was being forcibly pushed against the wall by him. Someone else screamed for help. Someone else… a white face obscured by shadows was hard to see.

‘Help… …me.’