The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled Jihyun's attention.
Taewon stepped out, towel draped over his neck, hair still wet and dripping. A white shirt clung to his chest . sleeves rolled up, collar loose. Black slacks hung just right on his waist, as he walked toward the couch. He sat down, opened his laptop, and started working .
Jihyun sat cross legged on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through ot5 group chat.
OT5 Idiots
Wonyoung: he's SLEEPING IN YOUR BED??
Jungwon: you didn't even punch him once?? betrayal
Liya: VISUALS OR LIES.
Jihyun rolled his eyes. "Clowns."
He looked over.
Taewon was sitting with his back slightly hunched, typing away. His glasses rested low on his nose, his hair still messy, sticking to his forehead. The towel had fallen around his neck. The broad shoulders, long fingers, the light from the screen bouncing off his jaw.
Jihyun picked up his phone, snapped a photo, and hit send.
Jihyun: Here. Die.
Liya: OH MY GOD???
Jungwon: this is cheating I want a divorce from myself
Wonyoung: after YOU divorce him, he's MINE.
Jihyun tossed the phone aside and muttered, "Idiots."
Taewon turned on the dryer, slowly combing his fingers through his hair. A moment later
A knock echoed at the door. Jihyun smirked muttering, "as expected"
Jihyun jumped.
"I'll get it wait, I'll help."
He slipped out of bed, walked over, took the dryer from Taewon.
"Sit still."
Taewon blinked at him,but didn't say anything. He let Jihyun stand next to him, drying his hair carefully.
The door opened.
Harin stepped in with a folder in her hands.
"Oh," Jihyun said,
"You're still up?"
"Yeah," she said.
"Uncle just sent the final proposal. It needs to be completed by tomorrow."
"Ohh ,OK."
She turned to Taewon. "Did you check the initial draft?"
Taewon nodded. "I've started. Show me last month's meeting file."
Harin walked over and sat next to him, opening the folder. Taewon leaned in to check. Jihyun stood frozen behind them, still holding the dryer.
Taewon glanced up.
"It's dry now."
Jihyun quickly turned it off. "Right."
He stepped away and slid back into bed, eyes narrowing as Harin leaned closer and whispered something.
Jihyun kept staring, arms crossed.
After a while
"oh, He's asleep," Harin whispered, glancing toward the bed.
Taewon turned his head. Jihyun had curled into the blanket.
Taewon stood up and walked over. He fixed the blanket over Jihyun's shoulder, He switched the lights off and left the room with Harin, laptop and documents in hand.
They sat on the lounge couch. Work resumed. Data. Graphs. Charts.
"I'll finish this part," Taewon said eventually, rubbing his temple. "You should get some rest."
"I'm fine," Harin replied, shifting closer.
Taewon leaned away.
Her pheromones hit the air next sweet, clingy, full of something deliberate. Taewon tensed, adjusting his seat again.
She followed.
Taewon didn't say anything at first. But her scent curled around his shoulders. His chest felt tight.
"Harin." He looked at her, voice calm. "You need to rest."
"I'm not tired," she said, her hand grazing his thigh lightly.
Taewon shut the laptop.
"I told you, stop."
"You're crossing a line."
His Alpha pheromones spilled out in warning. The air thickened instantly.
"I said enough," he added, standing up. "This isn't the place, and you know it."
He grabbed his files and walked back to room. Her scent still clung to his sleeve.
Back in the bedroom.
Jihyun had shifted in his sleep, one leg slightly bent under the blanket, the other draped over it. His oversized shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the dip of his waist and the smooth, pale line of his thigh. his lips slightly parted, breathing soft and uneven in sleep.
Taewon stood frozen at the door.
He stepped closer, slowly, breath catching as Jihyun moved in his sleep. The scent in the room was thick with jihyu pheromones. Jihyun's natural scent was subtle , just enough to mess with Taewon's restraint if they lingered too long.
Taewon looked away, jaw tightening. He grabbed the suppressant from his drawer and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection, chest rising and falling as though he'd just run a mile. Harin's disgusting scent still lingered faintly on his sleeves, but it was nothing compared to the way Jihyun's scent had embedded itself deep into his lungs.
Suppressant bottle in hand.
"No"
Suppressants wouldn't erase this.
The images kept flashing in his mindJihyun in that bed, curled up with that soft, unconscious trust Jihyun holding the dryer earlier, so close, the kiss from morning ,his soft lips,Jihyun's eyes when they locked on Harin like he wanted to tear her apart.
Taewon leaned against the cool tiles of the shower, one hand bracing the wall as the other slid down.
"Shit"
He stroked himself slowly, the pressure a relief but not enough. His mind was filled with Jihyun how small his waist looked. how he gasped into his neck, how his thighs trembled when.
It wasn't just Jihyun body that hunted him.it was the way Jihyun looked at him.like he mattered.
"Jihyun"
He whispered the name.
The heat inside him burned hotter. He moved faster now, hips jerking slightly as he groaned under his breath, forehead pressed to the tile.
He came with Jihyun's name strangled in his throat.
When it was over, he stood there in silence.
Still hard. Still wanting.
He rinsed off, hands shaking slightly. But as he stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips,he realised it already.
This wasn't just lust anymore .
No matter how hard he tried deny to deny it.
Taewon was already falling.