PAO 41

“…”

Watching Junghoo’s crumbling expression, Seowon was genuinely amused. So there was a reason this guy was acting like a weirdo.

‘Round two begins.’

Let’s see who’s more of a lunatic.

“Open the door.”

He lifted his chin and demanded confidently. He put force into his voice, as if to say that if Junghoo hesitated one more time, he would not stand by idly either.

Whether it was because of the pressing demand or because a passerby glanced over, wondering what was happening, Junghoo reluctantly pressed the passcode. The moment the door lock disengaged, Seowon pushed his foot into the opening.

“Seowon.”

Before he could go inside, his arm was grabbed, and he was turned halfway toward Junghoo.

“You… didn’t you look into me?”

“That’s right. I went to see Taeha, hyung.”

“I thought you went to see my father.”

“The Mister is…”

Yes, perhaps in all of this, as Junghoo’s guardian, the Mister might have been the most involved. But was there really a need for that?

“There’s something else I need from the Mister.”

It was more advantageous to ask for something else, so he went to Yoo Taeha. Since he wanted to see the medical records anyway, it was a good choice.

“Junghoo.”

Seowon gripped Junghoo’s hand as if enveloping it. He pushed his own fingers between Junghoo’s, which had spread apart as he grabbed his arm, and felt Junghoo flinch.

He held on tightly so that the fingers, belatedly trying to pull away, would not escape.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

Seowon looked at Junghoo’s hand before lifting his head to meet his eyes. He had already experienced many times that Junghoo’s pheromones leaked out regardless of his will. Therefore, for Seowon, the pheromones were not a reason to avoid Junghoo.

“I won’t suffocate from your pheromones right now, so let’s go inside.”

Seowon took Junghoo’s hand and went in.

Seowon did not let go of Junghoo’s hand until they were seated on the sofa. However, Junghoo remained standing, so Seowon had to look up at him.

“My arm hurts, Junghoo.”

Because he was holding his hand, his arm was inevitably raised, and when he feigned pain, Junghoo’s lips parted and a sigh escaped.

“Or would you like to go and get the contract?”

“Contract?”

“Yes. Not the 3-billion-won one, the other one.”

Seowon wondered how to say it so he would understand best, then muttered.

“The cohabitation contract.”

When he mentioned the one they had written while setting the rules for living together with a smile, Junghoo covered his eyes with his other hand.

“Seowon, please.”

Doing that did not prevent him from seeing Seowon’s smile, so his groaning continued a little longer. At Junghoo’s reaction, Seowon genuinely laughed. It had somehow turned into him imitating Junghoo, but he did not dislike the atmosphere that flowed as if they were just friends playing a prank on each other.

As if he had no choice, Junghoo brought the contract. …From Seowon’s room.

“How did you know I put it there?”

Seowon, taking the contract Junghoo held out, looked at the room he had been using. It was only after Junghoo moved that he remembered where he had put it. It was not hidden in a difficult place, but Junghoo had brought it straight out without even looking anywhere else.

This bastard, he searched my room.

“It’s my house.”

Junghoo rationalized it with a shameless reply and sat down on the floor opposite him.

“That’s right. It’s your house.”

Seowon turned his eyes from Junghoo to the contract. He even nodded nonchalantly, agreeing that he was right.

“It’s my house now, so don’t go rummaging through it recklessly.”

Instead, he told him curtly to be careful in the future. He could not see Junghoo’s expression because he was looking at the contract, but he knew from the sound of his laughter. This guy finds me ridiculous.

Having sufficiently observed Junghoo’s reaction, it was now the contract’s turn. Looking at the clauses they had written down one by one while talking in the past, a fresh laugh escaped him.

“I was really wary of you.”

He had no idea how much he had racked his brain, afraid of being eaten up by Junghoo.

‘I want to sleep with you at night.’

‘A morning kiss when we wake up is a given, right.’

‘How about a light hug before going out?’

“I should have just agreed to everything.”

Looking back, he felt a sense of regret for the things Junghoo had wanted back then. Even if he had told him to go ahead, almost none of them would have actually happened.

Junghoo, who understood what Seowon was saying, leaned his upper body closer. Although there was a low table between them, as if it did not matter, Junghoo looked up at Seowon and gave a wide grin.

“Will you agree to it even now?”

Seowon looked at Junghoo’s face, half-hidden by the contract. The pheromones wavering from his body right now were utterly seductive. He cannot even control his pheromones, yet at times like this, he sure knows how to let them be.

He was expressing through his pheromones that he was in a very good mood right now.

On top of that, he was purring as if he would lie down in bed with him at once if he were to give his permission, which made him laugh.

So this is what I was so terrified of all this time.

“Junghoo.”

Seowon put down the contract and placed his hand on Junghoo’s face. Seeing one of Junghoo’s eyebrows twitch, he smiled even more deeply.

“I’m fine, but are you really going to be okay?”

Seowon released his own vast pheromones as if to devour Junghoo’s. Unlike Junghoo’s, which flowed out according to his emotions, these were released intentionally, so their concentration and volume were incomparable.

Furthermore, since they moved according to Seowon’s will, they devoured Junghoo’s pheromones in an instant and, as if that were not enough, rippled around him.

If Junghoo were to release the pheromones he had bound, the situation could change, but knowing he would not, Seowon removed his hand from his face.

That guy can’t release his pheromones for fear of hurting me. And yet he wants to roll around together, my foot…

Seowon turned his attention back to the contract. And in place of the stiffly frozen Junghoo, he picked up a pen and started writing.

“We won’t be able to live like before.”

The space on the contract was not enough, so Seowon flipped the paper over and placed the pen at the top.

“Since the parts that I was concerned about and you were concerned about have been revealed, things will have to change a little.”

Mentioning the reason he had asked for the contract, Seowon diligently added to its contents and then turned the paper around so Junghoo could see it clearly.

“Look.”

He needed a mechanism for Junghoo, who was desperate to put distance between them. Seowon hid his inner thoughts and waited for Junghoo to look at the contract before speaking.

“‘Assistance due to pheromones shall be in accordance with the other party’s will.’ In other words, if you don’t want it, I won’t do anything.”

At Seowon’s soft voice, Junghoo’s expression eased slightly.

“And I’m not as weak as you worry I am.”

As Seowon withdrew his pheromones, they vanished, leaving only a trace behind. That trace was merely a sweet, lingering scent, and the pheromones that had surrounded Junghoo retreated completely.

“I’m more sensitive to pheromones than anyone, so if it gets dangerous, I’ll get away on my own.”

If he had playfully shaken Junghoo earlier, now he was sincerely calming his heart. Even with this, Junghoo might not be swayed, but…

“It hasn’t been long since we met, you don’t want to be separated again, do you?”

At Seowon’s words, Junghoo answered by gripping the contract tightly.

“Good thinking. If you had said no, I was going to kick you out…”

Seowon leaned back against the sofa and sighed. Why was it so difficult just to get into this house?

“I’m hungry. Let’s have a beer.”

Seowon lowered his eyes to look at Junghoo and spoke.