I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 191
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 191
Han Seung-jae’s sharp eyes, as if about to cut, grazed Seo I-kyung’s hand. He looked at the phone Seo I-kyung was gripping and said, as if disappointed:
“That’s not a pleasant thing to hear.”
Han Seung-jae seemed to have expected different words from Seo I-kyung.
“But you really speak as if he’s a stranger.”
A strange light flickered in Han Seung-jae’s eyes. Seo I-kyung’s neck stiffened at Han Seung-jae’s suspicious gaze. He realized his mistake. He had just seen the article and thought that Han Seung-jae might have done that to Seo Dong-hu. So he blurted out “Seo Dong-hu.” Strictly speaking, Seo Dong-hu was Seo I-kyung’s blood brother. Seo I-kyung should have called him “hyung.”
Seo I-kyung looked into Han Seung-jae’s eyes and answered carefully:
“We’re less than strangers now, aren’t we?”
As Seo I-kyung said this, Han Seung-jae’s gaze fell on the bandages wrapped around his chest, visible through the hospital gown. Seo I-kyung’s words had a point. Even though they were facing each other now, Seo Dong-hu had swung a sword to kill him. If it had gone just a little off, Seo I-kyung wouldn’t be here in front of Han Seung-jae now.
“That’s not wrong.”
“…”
Han Seung-jae, as if having dispelled his suspicion, asked:
“Who told you what?”
The article Seo I-kyung had seen was deleted. So he couldn’t prove it. Moreover, Seo I-kyung was in the hospital room now, so he had no way to accurately confirm if the article was true. He might be able to find out if he asked Jin Seon-yoo for help, but that alone wasn’t enough to deal with Han Seung-jae right in front of him.
“…That hand.”
At Seo I-kyung’s small voice, Han Seung-jae’s gaze rested on the tip of his index finger. It was a very small scratch, but he was Han Seung-jae, not just anyone else. No one could wound Han Seung-jae’s body. At least, that’s how it was in the original story Seo I-kyung knew.
And belatedly, he remembered. Why Han Seung-jae came to mind at the word “assailant.” There had been a similar incident before. At that time, Seo Dong-hu’s arm was broken. And just like now, Seo I-kyung had asked Han Seung-jae.
―I met Dong-hu… no, hyung at the hospital.
―And?
Throughout Seo I-kyung’s words, Han Seung-jae’s expression was impassive. Despite being the one who had done that to Seo Dong-hu’s arm, he didn’t even bat an eye.
―D-did… did you do it?
Although Seo I-kyung’s words were slurred on his tongue, the meaning would have been conveyed. Because he was a person with intuition sharper than anyone else.
―Yes. Because he did that to your hand.
That day, Han Seung-jae had answered dryly. As if there was no need to hide anything. No, it seemed he never intended to hide it in the first place.
“Ah.”
As if finally understanding the meaning of Seo I-kyung’s words, Han Seung-jae, now facing him in the hospital room, said the same thing.
“I did it.”
Although Han Seung-jae’s expression didn’t change, Seo I-kyung’s did. Han Seung-jae carefully observed Seo I-kyung’s pale complexion, which seemed shocked. His thin eyebrows and delicate features, his lips parted in surprise were red. And the tongue inside was even redder. The reddened tongue would be good for twisting, sucking hard, and teasing a cock. However, Han Seung-jae kept his gaze on the bandages wrapped around Seo I-kyung’s chest.
“If you receive something, you should know how to return it.”
Seo I-kyung’s eyes shook uneasily. Han Seung-jae spoke as if it was nothing:
“So I returned it.”
Han Seung-jae picked up the spoon from the tray and held it out to Seo I-kyung.
Seo I-kyung hesitated, then let go of the phone he was gripping and raised his arm. However, the spoon brushed past Seo I-kyung’s fingertips and fell onto the tray. Seo I-kyung unknowingly pulled his hand back when Han Seung-jae’s fingers touched him.
A moment of silence flowed between the two. Then Han Seung-jae broke the silence.
“Seo Dong-hu walked out on his own two feet in front of me.”
“…!”
Seo I-kyung blinked. The article he had seen didn’t have any photos, and it just said he had been attacked by a robber. Seo I-kyung had thought that Seo Dong-hu had been paid back by Han Seung-jae somehow, and then met with such an accident due to weakened physical condition.
“If you can’t believe my words, you can check with Secretary Park. He was there.”
Han Seung-jae’s words didn’t sound like a lie. No, was it even possible for Seo I-kyung to distinguish truth from lies in Han Seung-jae’s words in the first place?
“Shall I call him?”
Seo I-kyung’s heart pounded. Han Seung-jae showed no hesitation at all. He was so composed, calm, impassive, and nonchalant that his words seemed like the truth.
“Really… you didn’t do it?”
Han Seung-jae took in Seo I-kyung’s expression, which still seemed disbelieving. Then, Seo Dong-hu’s desperate screams revived in Han Seung-jae’s ears.
Of course, Seo Dong-hu was dragged out by strong men supporting him on both sides while still unconscious, but he was definitely alive. Han Seung-jae didn’t feel the need to tell Seo I-kyung such detailed processes.
He was a weak body. He was also pregnant. And Han Seung-jae couldn’t find a reason to tell the truth to Seo I-kyung, who looked scared just because his scratched finger had touched him a little earlier. Wouldn’t he just be more frightened and think about running away?
So there were things in the world that were better not known.
A moment later, Secretary Park opened the door and entered the room. The tray with the terrible food was removed, and Seo I-kyung looked down at the lunchbox and bowl of porridge placed in front of him.
While Secretary Park repeatedly placed food on the table in front of Seo I-kyung, Seo I-kyung’s lips trembled as he looked at him.
“These are things I brought after checking with the attending physician.”
“Good work. Don’t go far, stay in front.”
“Yes, understood.”
However, even until Secretary Park bowed to Han Seung-jae and left, Seo I-kyung couldn’t ask about Seo Dong-hu.
“Is it because it’s food for a patient?”
Han Seung-jae, saying this, didn’t seem particularly satisfied with this either. Han Seung-jae once again held out a spoon to Seo I-kyung.
“If you don’t like it, shall I call Secretary Park again? He should be right outside the door.”
To Seo I-kyung, those words sounded like he was giving another chance to confirm about Seo Dong-hu.
Seo I-kyung slowly raised his hand and took the spoon Han Seung-jae was offering. Han Seung-jae’s elegant fingertips brushed Seo I-kyung’s palm.
“This is enough.”
“That’s good.”
Seo I-kyung scooped a little of the porridge in front and brought it to his dry lips. Perhaps he was hoping Han Seung-jae’s words were true. So he might want to believe it.
But he felt that Han Seung-jae had no reason to lie. He was someone who would say he did it if he did, without hiding. He had no reason to deceive Seo I-kyung, who had nothing to show for himself. Doing such a thing wouldn’t benefit him at all.
Seo I-kyung ate the warm porridge slowly. His gaze sometimes turned to the pain he felt near his chest. But he didn’t put down the spoon. It was because the scent of white wood coming from Han Seung-jae’s body was giving him a deep sense of stability.
In fact, if he said he wasn’t hungry, that would be a lie. Being pregnant, his energy consumption was even greater. Jin Seon-yoo’s house was big and warm, and on the surface, it seemed to lack nothing, but it didn’t have what Seo I-kyung really needed.
Stability. That was only possible with Han Seung-jae’s pheromones.
“I’ll do it right away. If you could just wait a moment…”
The attending physician, called in by Han Seung-jae, was busy moving the screen with the men at the door. He exerted all his strength as if being pushed by Han Seung-jae’s gaze.
Meanwhile, the table in front of Seo I-kyung was cleaned, and a glass of lukewarm water was placed on it. Secretary Park had just taken away the lunchbox and put this down.
Only then did Seo I-kyung realize that another bed had been placed on the other side of the screen. The screen had been moved in front of the entrance.
“If you need anything else, please say so.”
The attending physician said this to Han Seung-jae. It implied that he was ready to endure any difficulty for a bright future. And his eyes were hoping for praise, if possible. It was all thanks to his devoted care that Seo I-kyung could recover so quickly. He wanted Han Seung-jae to recognize that.
However, Han Seung-jae was never one to care about anyone from the start.
“Take him out.”
Secretary Park led the attending physician out the door. The attending physician was pushed out to the door as if being chased away.
As the door closed, Han Seung-jae got up. He took off his suit jacket and placed it on top of his coat, then walked to the bed next to Seo I-kyung’s and sat down.
A hospital bed and Han Seung-jae. It was full of dissonance. It looked like a picture that was neither harmonious nor fitting.