SPW 25

The decision not to deploy separate personnel at Incheon Airport was largely intended to test the skills of LK Management. Of course, even then, Florian’s security team was positioned nearby. No matter how good the public security was and how illegal firearm possession was in the country, carelessness was directly linked to life and death.

So it was natural for Bailey to be anxious about Florian entering the training center without a security team. Of course, another layer of negative feelings towards Sarang also built up.

The staff member guarding the training center lobby looked to be in his early to mid-40s. He was wearing the national team kit and recognized Florian immediately. It seemed he had been given a heads-up in advance. The man, who introduced himself as Baewon, took the lead and guided Florian.

“Is he asleep already….”

Baewon, who had muttered in Korean in front of room 209, was about to knock again, this time raising his voice.

“It’s alright.

Florian, who stopped Baewon before he could, added. Florian, who hadn’t learned Korean, also spoke in his native language.

“You may go. Thank you for the guidance.

“Ah, yes. Of course.”

Baewon, who had been mesmerized by the bright blue eyes, belatedly said his goodbyes and withdrew. A sense of liberation was felt from the back of Baewon, who had been looking troubled and embarrassed the whole way. It was understandable, as strong pheromones and moans had been leaking from the rooms lined up on both sides of the corridor as they walked. Baewon, being a beta, didn’t notice, but Florian, who had been exposed to others’ pheromones even before climbing the stairs, had to put in quite an effort to maintain his expression.

He frowned at the assumption that, even though it was a state institution, they must have skimped on the cost of soundproofing. This was why he was reluctant to visit national team buildings, regardless of the country. It was never pleasant to enter a place where pheromones, which would have been poured out with partners throughout their stay, were left caked on everything.

Nevertheless, Florian, who had voluntarily entered the building corridor that seemed to have no soundproofing at all, knocked once more as a courtesy. When there was still no answer, Florian opened the door and went in without hesitation.

Woosh—a wave of hot air washed over him. The pheromones of an alpha who had not yet reached adulthood were not violent, but unstable. A sweet vanilla scent clung to Florian’s entire body as if to envelop him. Surprisingly, it was not unpleasant. No, rather than unpleasant, it made him feel much better.

Is it because he’s young.

Florian, who had rarely had the chance to smell the pheromones of a young sub-gendered person, took off his gloves and coat and stepped inside. The room, about 15 pyeong, contained only a bed, a desk, and a vanity attached to a wardrobe. It was simple and clean. Sarang seemed to be a tidy person, as his belongings were not scattered about but were in their proper places.

Florian, who pulled the vanity chair over and sat down next to the bed, unbuttoned his jacket. He loosened his tie, placed it on the bedside table, and also took off his jacket. A hand quietly reached out and touched Sarang’s flushed, feverish forehead. It was a ball of fire. If left alone, it seemed poised to soar well past 40 degrees.

It can’t be a heat. Is he in poor condition, as they’ve been clamoring about.

Florian, who was looking down at Sarang, who was groaning as if he were cold even while wrapped up tightly in the blanket, took off his watch, rolled up his sleeves, and stood up. He wiped the extremely feverish face with a towel soaked in lukewarm water, and also unbuttoned the collar to wipe the inside of his neck and under his arms.

“Sarang.

“…Ugh.

Florian, who cupped Sarang’s cheek with one hand, as he was unable to even open his eyes and was just struggling, let out a slight amount of pheromones.

“…

Had about ten minutes passed? Cold sweat streamed down the temples of Sarang, who had barely managed to push open his heavy eyelids.

“It’s me, Lian.

“…Lian.

“Yes, Sarang.

His unfocused eyes seemed to blur, and then the moisture that had wet his jet-black pupils became thick tears and fell, drop by drop.

“Lian…. I’m sick….

Lian, who let out a little more pheromones, met the moist eyes and nodded his head.

“Yes, it seems so. Sarang.

“It hurts… so much.

Florian, who was looking down at Sarang, who had lost consciousness again after those words, let out a small sigh. The second friendly match was in two days. It was the last A-match before returning to the Commonwealth. In this state, he wouldn’t have a word to say even if he were dropped from the roster, let alone play.

All for naught, taking time out of my busy schedule to accompany him.

At first, he had really just intended to hold his hand. However, Florian’s plan was thwarted when Sarang, in search of the omega’s pheromones, gradually crawled out of bed and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

“Sarang, are you alright?

“…

“Yes, you don’t look alright at all.

Sarang’s body, which had seemed to have a relatively low body temperature, was boiling with fever. His temperature was 39 degrees.

“If it’s this bad, you should have told the medical team.

Florian, unable to hold back his inner scolding, looked down at Sarang with a troubled face. The fever that had flushed the downy cheeks was rising steadily.

At this rate, he’ll hit 40 degrees.

After a moment of consideration, Florian eventually got on the bed. The only bed in the room was quite spacious, as if in consideration for sleeping with a partner. Thanks to Sarang, who held on to his waist tightly and wouldn’t let go even while he was moving, Florian was able to get on the bed with great difficulty.

“Anyone would think I’m trying to abandon Sarang.

Sarang, who sat up on the bed and placed his head right on Florian’s lap, tightened his arms a little more. Florian, who was sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out straight, narrowed his brows slightly. It was truly a position that was not comfortable for anyone. Still, Sarang’s breathing, entangled with Florian, became a little more relaxed, as if he were trying to survive. Nevertheless, the face pressed against his thigh was still hot. Florian, who increased the amount of his pheromones, lowered his gaze.

His head… is very round.

The ink-black, thick hair was round, giving him an even cuter impression.

The back of his head….

The moment he thought it looked like something he wanted to touch, Florian’s hand was already placed on the round head. The hair, damp with cold sweat, wrapped around his fingers.

“Umm….

Sarang’s breath, as he snuggled closer to Florian as if even just having his head stroked was good, warmed his thigh.

Is it a flu.

Florian, who brought the blanket and covered him up to his shoulders, leaned his head against the wall. The only thing illuminating the darkness was a single mood lamp on the bedside table.

Florian, too, was exhausted from the journey. Adjusting to the time difference was nothing special for Florian, who had spent more time on planes than in cars. It was just that this time, his heat was not far off, so his fatigue did not easily dissipate. Even if he was young, an alpha was an alpha, and it felt as if some of his old fatigue was being washed away.

‘Lian….’

Why do you call so desperately. Making the listener’s heart ache.

He belatedly remembered that it had only been three months since this young alpha had lost his only family. It was a time when he would be very struggling and lonely. To have to deal with selfish adults in the midst of that, it was understandable that he would be this sick.

I was a little negligent, Sarang. It’s my first time raising a child, so I’m inexperienced. So please understand.

Florian, who whispered softly, also closed his eyes.

“It’s not a heat, but a symptom that commonly occurs in athletes.

“What is it?

“The bodies of athletes who run at full power for nearly 100 minutes naturally emit heat. Both icing and cold baths are methods to lower the heat. Athletes are not robots.

Florian, who noticed what the doctor was trying to say, just kept his mouth shut.

“That’s why football players tend to get married early. Of course, unmarried players use the partner system.

The partner system was a service that found the most compatible partner. It was originally part of public healthcare but had been converted to the private sector 50 years ago. Which meant it was expensive. Thanks to that, the class of people who used the partner system was also clear. Of course, for professional athletes who earned hundreds of millions a week, it was no different from luxury shopping. Sub-gendered people who did not have the ability or circumstances to do so used the care centers that the state barely managed. They were mostly poor recessive sub-gendered people.

“The heat that is consistently emitted for 100 minutes is very active in tormenting the athletes. They are especially tormented if they sprint frequently like player Kim Sarang. The majority of players have their whole body heat up after a match and are unable to sleep due to muscle cramps. That’s why they actively use their partner’s pheromones.

“Do I have to worry about that sort of thing too?

“…Of course, you have no obligation to do so. You’re not his legal guardian anymore, after all.

“I’m glad it’s not a serious illness. Please take good care of him until he’s discharged.

☀️

Florian, who woke up from his sleep, slowly pushed his eyelids up.

“…

It was neither a heat nor a flu. It was a simple neuromuscular reaction. Indeed, if one ran at full power for 100 minutes, even a racehorse would fall ill.

So the son of a bitch can be useful sometimes. Florian, who threw a comment at the son of a bitch in his dream who had the same face as him, looked down at Sarang. Sarang, who was clinging to his thigh, had his arms wrapped tightly around Florian’s waist. Only ten minutes had passed. 38.9. The fever had not dropped any further.

The way to help someone with pheromones was simple. Sex or maximum contact. For Florian, only maximum contact remained.

Hah, it really feels like I’m raising a child.

Florian, who had no intention of standing by and watching the child suffer even while lamenting, moved carefully. He finally managed to soothe and remove the arm that absolutely refused to leave his waist and lay down next to Sarang. The head that had been on Florian’s thigh naturally rolled into the crook of his arm.

Hmm. There were quite a few first-time experiences in my life.

Florian, who had spent his heats with a regular partner, had no great interest in relationships or Sarang. Thus, he had never officially dated a woman or a man. Thanks to his mother’s influence, he was also free from old-fashioned arranged marriages.

Florian was faithful to his duties, enjoyed his leisure time sufficiently, and discovered hobbies. In short, it meant that there had never been anyone he had given his arm as a pillow. What pillow, he had forgotten about hugs too since becoming an adult.

Contact. With a partner, it was enough to let them ejaculate inside Florian’s body without any particular contact. They would get excited on their own and reach climax on their own without Florian doing anything in particular. Come to think of it, sex had never been enjoyable. It was merely a rite of passage that had to be performed.

He said to have a wide area of contact.

Florian tried hard to recall a memory from his distant elementary school days. When a minor needed pheromones, their parents usually stepped in. They would hold and soothe them all night long and stroke them wherever their hands could reach.