Contract Marriage with Memory Loss on Top - Chapter 33

If it were any other day, he would have walked into the bedroom in an instant, but it took a long time to reach it. His knees were stinging and he wanted to check their condition, but the gesture of pulling up his pants was not satisfactory at all. After several attempts to barely grasp the pant leg, his powerless fingers only caused futile movements. 

Yeon-woo, who pouted at the uncooperative situation, gave up his obsession with the pant leg and moved to find the scent he had originally aimed for.

“This is hyung’s coat….”

The scent Yeon-woo had been chasing was emanating from the coat Ki-won had covered him with in front of the company. Did it always smell like this? It was somewhat different from the scent he had smelled when he was sober. He felt the urge to hug the coat right away and take a deep breath.

His trembling hands grabbed what was in front of him, and soon the coat came into his arms. Yeon-woo was too late to realize what he had done, as his actions were ahead of his consciousness. Yeon-woo, who hugged the coat with both hands, looked like someone possessed by something.

Yeon-woo lowered his head, buried his nose in the clothes, and exhaled deeply. Ki-won’s scent, which had permeated the fibers, entered deep into his lungs. It felt like the fog that had filled his dazed mind was clearing for a moment.

Yeon-woo turned his steps towards the closet, deliberately ignoring his legs that were about to give out. Beyond the wide open door, Ki-won’s clothes were neatly folded. There was no rational action in the face of impulse. Yeon-woo hugged his clothes tightly, just like before. If he thought about it a little, he would know that his behavior was abnormal, but no questions arose in Yeon-woo’s mind.

“Hyung….”

A small voice was sprinkled in the air. Unnecessary greed rose to the top of his head. Yeon-woo, who was hugging Ki-won’s clothes, which were too heavy to hold completely, headed to the bed. The clothes he had been holding in his arms fell onto the mattress. Yeon-woo, who looked around at the clothes piled up like a small mountain with satisfaction, crawled towards it with bold steps.

His lower abdomen tickled. Just when he thought the hot breath was no longer annoying, his body had become an even greater ball of fire. Yeon-woo slowly blinked his eyelids, recalling the liquor he had drunk a little while ago. There are people who behave unusually or can’t resist impulses when they get drunk, and it seemed he was one of them.

Yeon-woo, who buried his face in the pile of clothes, let out a groaning moan. His head was heavy and dizzy, making it difficult to control his body. Every time he smelled Ki-won’s scent, his mind temporarily cleared, but the effect was only momentary.

“This is not enough….”

His throat was parched and burning. The lingering scent alone would not be enough to quell the dizziness and heat. He needed Ki-won. The desire to go into Ki-won’s arms and inhale his scent fully was paralyzing his reason. The heat aroused thirst, and the thirst awakened a hard-to-understand desire.

Yeon-woo, who was fumbling with his uncomfortable lower abdomen, exhaled roughly. The ticklishness that rose from the nape of his neck gradually went down his back and made his waist area sensitive. It was so excessively erotic for a drunken sensation that it was startling.

“Hyung, hyung…. Hyung is an idiot….”

Yeon-woo, who had been rubbing his face against Ki-won’s shirt, suddenly spilled out his sorrow. As his senses became sensitive, his nerves also began to be on edge. The heartache he had hidden with the power of alcohol came rushing in. Yeon-woo rubbed his damp eyes with the sleeve of Ki-won’s shirt and sniffled.

It was followed by a harsh evaluation that Kwon Ki-won might be the worst person in the world. He confused him. He made his mind complicated with meaningful conversations…. Yeon-woo pressed his lips together and suppressed his sobs. He couldn’t forget the conversation he had with Ki-won in the bathroom.

– Yeon-woo, maybe it’s because it’s you.

At the voice replaying in his mind, Yeon-woo hugged Ki-won’s clothes tightly as if he didn’t want to hear it.

– It’s not unpleasant when you touch me.

It was a conversation he kept thinking about even when he was drunk. Ki-won’s eyes and voice that seemed to give some leeway. The more he recalled that moment, the more his stomach seemed to churn. He had been happy to think that he had become someone special to Ki-won, but he had faced the reality that it was actually nothing.

‘You said you had a contract marriage because you didn’t like an arranged marriage….’

The face of the grandson of Sugang Corporation who had spoken to Ki-won in front of the company vaguely came to mind. They seemed quite close for people who had avoided an arranged marriage. Even if he tried to comfort himself by saying they could just be friends, the questions that came rushing in made his head hurt.

If there was talk of an arranged marriage within the family, wouldn’t it have been better to have a close friend rather than a complete stranger? Why did he refuse in the first place? What about the way he approached him kindly even though their marriage had fallen through? Yeon-woo rubbed the tears that were dripping down.

Crying didn’t resolve any of the questions. There was no reason for him to cry in the first place. Nevertheless, if there was one thing he regretted, it was the reaction of the man who seemed to not want a divorce. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t resent Ki-won.

It would have been nice to know in advance that his attempt to hold onto him didn’t have a big reason behind it. For Ki-won, perhaps it was just a bit disappointing to see the contract marriage partner he had lived with for half a year disappear. So if he showed a gesture of holding onto him once or twice, it would have been quite plausible.

Sigh, a hot breath leaked out of his mouth without filtering. Yeon-woo narrowed his brows at the approaching headache and curled his body into a ball. The thirst and heat that he thought had stopped for a moment surged up. Burying his face in Ki-won’s pile of clothes had little effect. The lingering scent alone was no longer enough to quell the heat that was burning his whole body.

Yeon-woo, who wiped the tears running down his jawline, got out of bed with a slow motion. It felt like something had snapped in his mind. The impulse he had been restraining was strongly piercing his brain. Kwon Ki-won. He wanted to see him right away. He felt like he would only be satisfied if he could bury himself in the arms of Ki-won, who had made him so sad, and acted like a spoiled child.

His slippers had disappeared at some point, and he stepped on the living room floor barefoot. The floor was icy cold due to the wide open terrace window. The sensation felt with each step across the living room could have made him come to his senses, but Yeon-woo was as silent as someone who had lost all sensation. He was only chasing his cell phone on the sofa with a staggering movement.

The heat rising from inside his body seemed to melt his brain. Every time his breath escaped through his open teeth, a subtle scent could be smelled. He didn’t know what kind of state of mind he was in when he grabbed his cell phone, but before he knew it, the dial tone was ringing in his ear.

Ring, ring. The dial tone tickled Yeon-woo’s ear. It was almost pathetic to see him waiting for the low voice filled with warmth to be heard soon. In an instant, Yeon-woo’s lips, which had been moving for a while, drew a beautiful arch.

– Yes, Yeon-woo. Weren’t you tired?

The voice asking if he had fallen asleep and woken up was infinitely warm. Yeon-woo urgently spoke as if he was craving for such Ki-won.

“Hyung, hyung….”

He wanted to say he missed him, he wanted to ask if he could come home quickly, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was the word “hyung”. As if the hot heat had finally melted his brain, he kept repeating the same word like a fool. Yeon-woo, who was annoyed by the situation that didn’t go as he wished, held his forehead and groaned.

Hearing his voice made him even more impatient. The sentences that he couldn’t say properly as if his tongue was broken circled frustratingly at the tip of his tongue.

– What’s wrong, are you sick somewhere?

“Home….”

He hated himself for not being able to say the mere seven letters of ‘please come home’ properly. Yeon-woo grabbed his tingling lower abdomen and let out a moan. The heat and tickling sensation that had been tormenting his lower back had already moved further down. A sensation that should not be felt was rising from a part that was hard to even put in his mouth.

A brief silence flowed through the receiver. Perhaps sensing the seriousness, Ki-won’s voice that followed was calmer than ever.

– I’ll go home. Wait for me, Yeon-woo.

“Hng….”

The moment an ambiguous sound that was neither an answer nor anything else leaked out, Yeon-woo dropped his cell phone. He had no strength to move a single hand anymore. Only then did Yeon-woo vaguely realize the situation he was in. The heat he thought was just a simple effect of alcohol was the beginning symptom of a heat cycle.

Unlike before, there were no noticeable symptoms. The cycle, which was already a mess, had shortened to an astonishing degree, making him perplexed. Yeon-woo tried his best to get rid of his leaking pheromones, but to no avail. The heat cycle intensified as if it didn’t care about its owner’s body.

Yeon-woo, who was roughly exhaling his excited breath, hugged both arms and shivered. Until a moment ago, it was crazy hot, but now a chill that could freeze his bones had arrived. Yeon-woo took slow steps to return to the bedroom. The sensation of drunkenness and heat cycle coexisting was the worst. It felt like the control of his body had been completely taken away by a single desire.

“Cold….”

Yeon-woo entrusted his body to the nest he had made. Ki-won’s body scent, which was rising even weakly, stabilized his drastically beating heart rate.