I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 200
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 200
“Seung-jae, wait a moment…”
Seo I-kyung’s voice came out pleadingly. His shirt was rolled up haphazardly, touching his trembling chin. Seo I-kyung, lying on the work table with his legs stretched out, struggled. At this rate, the barely healed wound might reopen.
Hadn’t the attending physician removed the bandages today? When he touched the wound with his hand this morning, he felt no pain at all, but now Han Seung-jae was gnawing at the wound area with his teeth. It could be dangerous.
“Ah.”
Seo I-kyung let out a groan and tried repeatedly to raise his upper body, but Han Seung-jae was pressing him down with his lips, making it difficult.
Moreover, his left arm in a cast was of no help in such a situation as it had no strength. Pushing Han Seung-jae’s chest with just one hand became increasingly unsightly. Although he was gripping Han Seung-jae’s dress shirt hard enough to crease it, it wasn’t clear whether he was pulling or pushing. But now wasn’t the time to worry about such things.
When Han Seung-jae gently pressed his tongue against the wound, it was so ticklish that Seo I-kyung’s side trembled and his fingertips curled, but then intense pain followed, causing unexpected tears to well up in his eyes.
“There, ah.”
Han Seung-jae’s leg pressed against Seo I-kyung’s perineum. The strange feeling that washed over him momentarily dulled the pain. Eventually, Seo I-kyung’s face turned pale. He wondered if the wound had opened and was bleeding. No, he even reached the extreme thought that if it bled, maybe Han Seung-jae would stop.
And as Han Seung-jae’s lips, which had been persistently lingering on his chest, slowly parted, Seo I-kyung’s eyes shook.
“…!”
Was the wound really open and bleeding? Yet Han Seung-jae’s attitude remained impassive. His expression was still cold, and his eyes were as chilly as ice. He had always been that kind of person.
Seo I-kyung stared directly into Han Seung-jae’s eyes looking down at him. If he turned his head even slightly, it seemed like Han Seung-jae might bite his neck this time.
Han Seung-jae stared blankly and then slowly lowered his head. One of Seo I-kyung’s eyes wrinkled. This was because Han Seung-jae licked the corner of his eye and sucked on his long eyelashes where tears had congealed.
Perhaps because of the intense pain that had overwhelmed him when his chest was being sucked earlier, the tongue touching his eyes now felt incredibly gentle. Han Seung-jae’s voice leaked out softly.
“Are you crying?”
“…I’m not crying.”
Seo I-kyung’s voice, parting his lips a beat late, was filled with moisture. And there was a sadness that anyone might cry if their chest was bitten like that and made to bleed.
However, Seo I-kyung couldn’t voice such thoughts.
As Han Seung-jae’s lips parted slightly, creating a gap, Seo I-kyung slowly moved his hand from Han Seung-jae’s waist to his own chest area. He wanted to check if the wound had opened.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no bleeding. With that, the tears that had been welling in his eyes gradually subsided. Seo I-kyung lowered his rolled-up shirt and raised himself from the work table. Han Seung-jae had helped him up by grasping his shoulders. He also withdrew his firm leg that had been spreading Seo I-kyung’s thighs and pressing against his scrotum.
As Seo I-kyung got down from the work table, he staggered as if his legs had given out. Han Seung-jae stretched out his long arm to support Seo I-kyung’s waist. Seo I-kyung grabbed his arm to regain his balance, then stepped back as if escaping from Han Seung-jae’s embrace.
Not much time had passed since Han Seung-jae entered the studio, but when Seo I-kyung came to his senses, he had been lying down without realizing it. Seo I-kyung turned his head to look around. Although he had only been pushed down by Han Seung-jae for a brief moment before getting up, brushes, oil paints, and tools were scattered all over the floor.
‘It’s become a mess.’
Han Seung-jae walked ahead, opened the door, and looked back. Was this the situation where they say one person makes the mess and another cleans it up? Nevertheless, Seo I-kyung gave up on tidying the surroundings. He might end up giving Butler Do something to nitpick about unnecessarily.
Seo I-kyung left the messy studio. Butler Do, who had been standing in front of the dining room all along, spotted Han Seung-jae walking through the living room and hurried over, bowing.
“Dinner is prepared.”
Butler Do said nothing else. Han Seung-jae walked past him as if nothing had happened. However, Seo I-kyung, following behind, found it difficult to look at Butler Do.
The person who knocked on the studio door must have been Butler Do. Just thinking that made the series of events in the studio flash before Seo I-kyung’s eyes, causing his cheeks to flush.
Under his shirt, he still felt the illusion that Han Seung-jae’s lips were pressing, his tongue rolling, and sucking on his chest area.
Butler Do quickly walked ahead to prepare Han Seung-jae’s seat, then pulled out the chair for Seo I-kyung, who was approaching slowly. As he sat down, Butler Do skillfully arranged the dishes in front of both of them.
Seo I-kyung turned his gaze from the plates being set before him and picked up his water glass. He felt a thirst as if his throat was burning. He drank the water as if to cool the heat spreading across his face. The corner of his eye where Han Seung-jae’s tongue had touched felt hot, and his chin and Adam’s apple were burning. And his lips, where they had met, were still hot.
As Seo I-kyung glanced across, his eyes met Han Seung-jae’s. He couldn’t tell how long those cold eyes had been watching him. It didn’t seem right to just turn his head and avoid eye contact.
“If you need anything, please let me know.”
Butler Do refilled Seo I-kyung’s empty water glass and then left the dining room. Seo I-kyung gripped the chopsticks in front of him.
While he had been looking at the winter mountain landscape painting in the studio, he had been consumed by one thought. His desire to leave this house where Min Ra-hyun was, even with Jin Seon-yoo’s help, had been sincere. However, now that Min Ra-hyun was gone, he also felt a desire to stay here.
When his thoughts reached this point, as he watched Han Seung-jae entering the studio, Seo I-kyung could no longer find answers to his chain of questions.
Now that he had regained some composure and was observing Han Seung-jae, the feeling that one question had slipped out like a thread was not an illusion.
In the original story, the person who died in this house was ‘Seo I-kyung’, and the one who remained by Han Seung-jae’s side until the end was Min Ra-hyun.
But Min Ra-hyun had left, and he remained. How should he interpret this fact?
***
Returning to the second-floor bedroom, Seo I-kyung headed for the bathroom. He had been so distracted that he couldn’t remember whether he had eaten dinner through his mouth or his nose. He just seemed to have mumbled with his lips, pushed by Han Seung-jae’s gaze. Still, regardless of his complicated feelings, the chef’s skills were excellent.
As Han Seung-jae watched him heading to the bedroom, he walked to the study. He probably intended to work. Usually, it wouldn’t have been strange if he had gone to the study earlier. He seemed to be dedicating more time to Seo I-kyung than usual.
“He came early today too.”
Usually, Han Seung-jae would come late at night and leave early in the morning.
After washing his face with one hand, Seo I-kyung bit his lower lip as he wiped his wet face with a towel. Every time his shirt brushed against his chest as he moved, it stung.
Seo I-kyung placed the towel he was holding on the sink. Then, carefully gazing into the mirror, he slowly lifted his shirt. His eyes furrowed slightly. Even just the slight touch of his fingertips as he rolled up his shirt made his chest ache.
“Ha.”
Looking at his chest area reflected in the mirror, Seo I-kyung let out a short sigh. He had felt it was a bit painful, but even he hadn’t expected it to be this bad. The fact that it wasn’t bleeding wasn’t the issue.
As if blood had rushed to one area, his skin was all red. His flat chest area was a mottled red.
At first, Han Seung-jae had seemed to caress the wound area with his hand and press his tongue against it, but before he knew it, he had bared his teeth and bitten the same area several times. Accordingly, even teeth marks could be seen along the wound.
Seo I-kyung’s eyebrows reflected in the mirror sank gloomily. Just as he was about to remove his hand from his shirt, the door opened and Han Seung-jae entered the bathroom. The dress shirt draping his broad shoulders was immaculate. It was in stark contrast to Seo I-kyung’s disheveled appearance.
Seo I-kyung quickly pulled down his shirt. Han Seung-jae approached as if he had guessed what Seo I-kyung had been doing in front of the mirror until just now. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Seo I-kyung’s shirt.
“Let me see.”
“It’s fine. I’ve checked it all myself.”
Seo I-kyung stubbornly resisted, pulling his shirt out of Han Seung-jae’s grasp and holding onto the bottom part. But was Han Seung-jae ever someone to give in easily?
Han Seung-jae embraced Seo I-kyung’s waist and took a step. Seo I-kyung’s eyes widened momentarily as his legs moved as if being pushed. Han Seung-jae was heading towards where the bathtub was.
“The door is that way…”
There was no way Han Seung-jae didn’t know that. Nevertheless, Han Seung-jae’s steps didn’t stop. Instead, as if answering Seo I-kyung’s words, Han Seung-jae’s clear yet low voice resonated above his head.
“Because I don’t trust myself to exercise patience on the bed.”