Alpha Trauma [Novel] - Chapter 30

Minjeong showed a surprised expression and frowned. ‘If he’s dominant….’ With a gaze hoping it wasn’t him, she asked.
“Omega?”
“Yes.”
“Ah….”
Wooyeon pulled down the shirt Dohyun had casually placed on his head. Although Dohyun’s pheromones were refreshing, the fabric covering his field of vision was stifling. Dohyun draped the shirt over Wooyeon’s shoulders again and calmly met his gaze.
“Your pheromones are coming out.”
“…Pheromones?”
Wooyeon hesitated, then grabbed Dohyun’s shirt. Come to think of it, he had forgotten about repressing his pheromones. Garam, after wrinkling her nose and collecting her pheromones, sighed with a slightly relieved expression.
“Hey… But is Wooyeon drunk right now? He looks perfectly fine.”
“He seemed fine on the surface last time too.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“You’re drunk.”
Dohyun decisively retorted and brought over a water bottle. Feeling suffocated, Wooyeon rubbed his eyes to try to clear away his blurry vision.
“Don’t rub your eyes, drink this.”
A cold glass of water was placed in his hand. As if realizing it wouldn’t work, Dohyun even fed him water himself. Wow, how kind. Wooyeon admired him silently as he gulped down the water.
“Are there only Alphas in your group?”
Minjeong held her phone and stood up. She approached with her bag and apologized.
“I’ll take you home. Sorry, Wooyeon. I didn’t know; because I’m a Beta, I didn’t detect any pheromones.”
“I’m fine.”
There was no need for Minjeong to apologize. Wooyeon was the one who drank, and Minjeong just made a beer for him as requested. As Wooyeon shook his head in excitement, Dohyun bent down in front of him.
“How many fingers do you see?”
Wooyeon slowly raised his gaze. In his hazy vision, he saw Dohyun holding up two fingers. Wooyeon didn’t answer, grabbing one finger with each hand.
“”
Dohyun’s neatly arched eyebrows furrowed. He tried to pull his fingers out, but Wooyeon protested with a pout.
“Why are you taking it away?”
“The kid is very drunk.”
Garam clicked her tongue. Wooyeon even wiped his forehead on the back of Dohyun’s hand. The temperature was cool, and the pheromones were refreshing, making him feel excited.
“Wooyeon, pheromones.”
“….Ah.”
Sighing, Wooyeon reluctantly collected his pheromones. It wasn’t like this during the MT, but strangely, his pheromones were coming out now. Thinking about it, it seemed his heat cycle wasn’t too far away. He’d been busy with various things and forgot.
“Wooyeon, Noona will take you. Let’s go.”
“Is it okay, Unnie?”
“It’s okay. Compared to Park Sungjae, he’s small.”
“I’m not small.”
“Even if Wooyeon is small, he’s still bigger than Unnie….”
“I’m not small.”
“….Okay, you’re not small.”
Dohyun answered softly and was finally able to withdraw his hand this time. As Wooyeon pouted pitifully,
like he was going to cry, Garam spoke coldly.
“Just give him your hand. What if the kid cries?”
“Stop saying nonsense.”
Dohyun shook his head, looking around. Seeing how Dohyun didn’t give him his hand or even look at him, Wooyeon couldn’t bear the unfairness and reached out. This time, it was precisely Dohyun’s right arm.
Dohyun, who had his arm taken away again, awkwardly bent his waist. Wooyeon, as if determined not to let go this time, tightly embraced the arm he’d grabbed. Dohyun gently asked a question.
“Do you know whose arm this is?”
“Yes.”
“It seems like you don’t.”
It felt like déjà vu. Wooyeon tilted his head to one side, brushing Dohyun’s forearm with his cheek. Because Dohyun’s outer shirt had been removed, Wooyeon could directly feel the cool temperature of his body. Wooyeon just raised his eyes and looked up at Dohyun.
“Can’t Sunbae take me?”
Silently, Dohyun closed his mouth as Wooyeon lowered his eyebrows earnestly. Minjeong approached to persuade Wooyeon, but Wooyeon closed his eyes and buried his face again.
“Then I don’t want to go.”
If it weren’t for the teacher, he wouldn’t really want to go. It wasn’t that he disliked Minjeong, but she wasn’t better than Dohyun. While hesitantly gripping Dohyun’s forearm, a cautious touch descended onto his head.
“I understand, so let go. You have to let go if you want to go home.”
Wooyeon hesitated but released Dohyun’s arm. If it was a lie, he thought of grabbing it again. However, Dohyun checked his phone and wallet, then hung Wooyeon’s bag over his shoulder.
“I’ll go first, so please tell Sungjae Hyung.”
“…Are you okay? Garam said it seems like his pheromones are no joke.”
Minjeong frowned and glanced at Garam. Garam had been keeping her distance from Wooyeon and hadn’t approached him. Dohyun approached Wooyeon and tied the sleeves of the shirt around him.
“It’s okay. He’s far away from the heat. Wooyeon, look at me. Can you stand?”
Wooyeon held Dohyun’s outstretched hand and staggered to his feet. His body swayed, but Dohyun quickly
caught him. The situation was not suitable for walking at all.
“I can’t walk.”
“Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride?”
“Can’t you hug me?”
Dohyun pressed his lips tightly at Wooyeon’s words. Thinking it was a refusal, Wooyeon looked down with a
sulky expression. A piggyback ride was okay, but hugging wasn’t allowed. It was something he couldn’t
understand at all.
“I’ll call a taxi, so support him and come down first.”
Minjeong put down her bag and headed outside the bar first. She probably intended to call a taxi and come back. Meanwhile, looking at Wooyeon leaning on Dohyun, Garam spoke sharply.
“He’s twenty.”
Her voice was low, and the atmosphere sank with it. Dohyun didn’t answer, but Garam spoke more firmly.
“I trust that you won’t touch him.”
“?”
Wooyeon blinked and looked up. With a head dizzy from alcohol, he couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Dohyun, still stroking Wooyeon’s head calmly, replied in a composed voice.
“I won’t touch him.”
***
Wooyeon woke up lying on a soft bed. Not sure when he had fallen asleep, when he opened his eyes, he
found himself in an unfamiliar place. As he slowly blinked his eyes, a familiar face appeared before him.
“Awake?”
It was Dohyun. The teacher with gentle features and a double eyelid only on one eye. His kindly curved eyes
carefully examined Wooyeon.
“I guess you’re sober.”
“Where am I?”
“You really… shouldn’t drink.”
Dohyun sighed as if lamenting, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently brushed Wooyeon’s bangs to the
side and touched his forehead.
“Who would believe it? You seem perfectly fine, yet you got drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“That’s how it seems.”
Perhaps because the surroundings were dark, Dohyun’s voice was unusually low. Wooyeon grabbed the
hand on his forehead and pressed it against his cheek. The cool body temperature cleared his mind a little.
“If you act like this without being drunk, it’ll be even more problematic…. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Now that I think about it, even your responses sound sarcastic.”
Instead of withdrawing his hand, Dohyun looked directly into Wooyeon’s eyes. Through the blurry vision, Wooyeon could see Dohyun’s pupils. Though it was only slightly, he thought Dohyun’s gaze radiated warmth.
“…I’m hot.”
“Hot?”
Wooyeon, lying on his side, touched the bed and slowly raised his upper body. Looking around, everything was unfamiliar. The bed was unfamiliar, the ceiling was unfamiliar, the wardrobe was unfamiliar, and even
Dohyun seemed unfamiliar.
“This isn’t my house….”
“That’s right, it’s my house.”
Dohyun answered and tried to lay Wooyeon down again. However, Wooyeon let go of Dohyun’s hand and
crawled clumsily to the head of the bed. As he sat down and leaned his upper body back, Dohyun withdrew
his hand.
“We went to your house, but you didn’t tell me the password, so we came to my house.”
“Can I tell you the password?”
“No, it’s okay now.”
Dohyun spoke with a serious expression, lowering his head. It meant not to tell anyone no matter what.
Wooyeon nodded innocently and grabbed the hem of Dohyun’s clothes.
“But I’m really hot.”
He had felt it since earlier; the room temperature was excessively hot. No, maybe Wooyeon’s body was hot.
The accumulating heat gradually spread with every breath. Dohyun tilted his head in confusion.
“Does drinking make you hot?”
“It’s not because of the alcohol….”
Whether it was because of the alcohol or something else, it didn’t matter why he was hot. Wooyeon, with
slightly pouted lips, caught a handful of his clothes.
“Can I take this off?”
He hadn’t forgotten that Dohyun was in front of him. The flowing pheromones had an undeniable presence.
However, he couldn’t think rationally about undressing in front of him.
“You want to take it off?”
“It’s hot, so I have to….”
Wooyeon lowered his head and fidgeted with his hands. At first, he tried to take off his hoodie, but it was too
bothersome to raise his arms, so he gave up. Instead, he spread his thighs and placed his hands on the top button of his shorts.
However, before he could do anything, his wrists were suddenly caught.
“…Wooyeon.”
Dohyun firmly grasped both of Wooyeon’s wrists and leaned him against the head of the bed. In the close
proximity, Dohyun emitted potent pheromones, warning him with a subdued voice.
“Snap out of it.”
Though the advice was clearly directed at Wooyeon, the recipient seemed ambiguous, almost as if it could be
construed as advice to himself. Wooyeon tried to pull his trapped arm back, whimpering with a pout.
“It hurts.”
“It hurts…please let go.”
It might have seemed like an exaggerated complaint, but Dohyun readily complied. As soon as he released
his arms, Wooyeon reached for the waistband of his shorts again. However, due to the effects of alcohol, his
movements were clumsy.
“Why isn’t it working…?”
Frowning deeply, Wooyeon made efforts to undo his shorts. He tried to grasp the button and push with his
other hand, but it remained unyielding. Helplessly, he decided to ask for assistance from Dohyun, who was
right in front of him.
“Can you please help me with this?”
The corners of his eyes drooped melancholically. As if truly distressed, Wooyeon held Dohyun’s hand and
brought it to the waistband, emphasizing,
“If you just unbutton it, that would be enough.”