I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 208
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 208
“…!”
Seo I-Kyung’s shoulders stiffened as he turned around. Han Seung-jae was staring intently at the baby crib. Shadows fell on the dress shirt enveloping his broad shoulders. Though he didn’t exude the chill he did when wearing a suit, his attire wasn’t casual enough to approach easily. This only accentuated Han Seung-jae’s serious gaze.
Seo I-Kyung felt the words he was about to say, asking if Han Seung-jae would like some tea, retreat back down his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly.
Suddenly, Han Seung-jae sensed the gaze and turned his head. He looked at Seo I-Kyung’s face and belly. He seemed to be referring to Seo I-Kyung and the child in his womb.
Seo I-Kyung quietly pressed his slightly parted lips together. As if hiding his flushed face from his own misunderstanding, he brushed his cheek with his palm and took a step forward. He had thought Han Seung-jae was referring to himself and him, the two of them.
Seo I-Kyung stared at the baby crib Han Seung-jae had been looking at and murmured.
“If that’s the case, it’s three people, isn’t it?”
Thud, Seo I-Kyung stopped next to the baby crib.
“…Ah, three, is it.”
Han Seung-jae spoke after an uncharacteristic pause, as if having a realization.
“But it seems too small for you to lie in, Seung-jae.”
The wooden baby crib with its white veil and mobile would be cramped even if Seo I-Kyung curled up inside, let alone imagining Han Seung-jae lying in it.
Han Seung-jae quietly looked at Seo I-Kyung’s face. Seo I-Kyung’s cheeks burned from the gaze he felt right beside him. He slowly turned his head to look up at Han Seung-jae and asked, as if changing the subject.
“Should I ask Butler Do to bring fresh tea?”
On the table next to Han Seung-jae were the teapot and a plate of snacks that Seo I-Kyung had been having earlier. However, coincidentally, there was only one teacup – Seo I-Kyung’s. After all, they couldn’t prepare in advance not knowing when Han Seung-jae would return from work.
“…”
Silence fell between the two. Seo I-Kyung was conscious of Han Seung-jae’s expression, but he still couldn’t read his thoughts. Even in the original story, his inner thoughts were never revealed.
The suggestion to have tea was something Seo I-Kyung had mulled over several times the previous night. He had even imagined how Han Seung-jae might respond. But none of those imagined responses included such a long silence.
“If you’re busy, I should ask to have it brought to the study.”
With that, Seo I-Kyung added, as if taking a step back. He had left his phone in the bedroom. So he was about to go downstairs to speak directly. Just as he was about to continue walking…
Han Seung-jae stretched out his long arm, gently embraced Seo I-Kyung’s waist, and sat him on the table.
Seo I-Kyung, caught off guard, perched on the table and looked up with surprised eyes.
Clank. Han Seung-jae pushed aside the still-warm teacup with the back of his hand. Then his palm touched Seo I-Kyung’s bottom, as if cradling it.
“Somehow, it seems a bit different.”
Seo I-Kyung felt Han Seung-jae’s handsome features drawing closer as he said this. This was because Han Seung-jae was bending his sturdy upper body to meet Seo I-Kyung’s eye level.
His sharp gaze looked intently at Seo I-Kyung. He seemed to be searching for the source of the unfamiliarity he felt. Seo I-Kyung’s pale complexion, his slightly parted lips from surprise, his frightened gestures as if he might run away at any moment – everything was not much different from usual, but the atmosphere Seo I-Kyung exuded was strangely prominent. It couldn’t just be because of the cute baby items filling the display cases and shelves.
Seo I-Kyung was aware of the open door visible over Han Seung-jae’s shoulder as he lowered his upper body. As if afraid someone might hear, his voice came out in a whisper without him realizing.
“I was just… going to have tea with you.”
No matter how quiet Seo I-Kyung’s voice was, Han Seung-jae, right in front of him, couldn’t have missed it. Their faces were so close that if Han Seung-jae’s high nose bridge tilted just a little, their lips would touch.
“You were going to have tea with me?”
Seo I-Kyung nodded ever so slightly. He truly meant it that way. Seeing that Han Seung-jae seemed busy, he was going to ask Butler Do to bring tea to the study, and Seo I-Kyung was about to head there himself.
“You said it was okay to have tea in the study.”
“Is that all?”
“…?”
What else could there be besides that? As Seo I-Kyung looked at him with questioning eyes, Han Seung-jae took out his phone. He instructed Butler Do to bring tea to the second floor, then ended the call unilaterally. His gaze lingered below as he placed the phone he was holding on the table with a thud.
Seo I-Kyung’s eyes wavered at Han Seung-jae’s posture, which he was still maintaining. He was now trapped between Han Seung-jae’s arms, perched on the table, with the door open.
“Seung-jae, Butler Do will be here soon.”
Although the implication was that he would get down from the table if Han Seung-jae would step back a little, Han Seung-jae showed no signs of retreating.
Did he not understand what he meant? Seo I-Kyung watched carefully and subtly added more words.
“In this state, it’s a bit difficult to drink tea…”
Han Seung-jae might not be affected whether others saw or not, but Seo I-Kyung was different. Starting with the posture, it was enough to cause misunderstanding. Seo I-Kyung gently pushed Han Seung-jae away with one hand.
Seo I-Kyung’s palm lightly brushed against Han Seung-jae’s collar. At the same time, Seo I-Kyung felt Han Seung-jae’s lips touch his lower lip, cold. His words were equally cold.
“If he understands the situation, he’ll act accordingly.”
Seo I-Kyung’s fingers, which had been extended to create distance from Han Seung-jae until just now, curled and twisted. Han Seung-jae’s shirt, which he grabbed tightly, wrinkled.
Seo I-Kyung licked his lower lip and accepted the tongue that delved in as if filling the gap between his parted lips. Han Seung-jae kneaded the soft mucous membrane inside his mouth, entwined their tongues, and moved his hand that had been on the table to caress Seo I-Kyung’s back. His palm rose from the slender spine to the nape. It was beyond Seo I-Kyung’s will to separate their lips.
“Mmm…”
When Han Seung-jae finally pulled away, Seo I-Kyung gasped for breath. At that moment, as if Butler Do was deliberately making footsteps, he knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought the tea you requested.”
Han Seung-jae slowly turned his body. Seo I-Kyung’s eyes fell on Butler Do, who was walking in with his head half-lowered. He felt his face, already flushed from the kiss, grow even hotter.
The thought that Butler Do might have seen everything made him dizzy. Seo I-Kyung quickly gathered his scattered wits and got down from the table. However, his legs gave way, and he slumped into a chair.
“I apologize.”
Butler Do was likely apologizing for the interruption. The fact that he was apologizing at all meant that Han Seung-jae must have known Butler Do was at the door.
Yet he didn’t stop sucking Seo I-Kyung’s lips, entwining their tongues, and gathering his saliva. He wouldn’t have stopped if he hadn’t felt Seo I-Kyung’s breathing becoming increasingly labored.
Butler Do set down the new teapot and two teacups, and placed the ones Seo I-Kyung had been using on a tray.
Butler Do hurriedly turned and walked away quickly. He wisely didn’t make the mistake of looking back. The fact that Butler Do didn’t even think to fill the teacups shows how flustered he must be.
In contrast, Han Seung-jae, showing no change in expression, picked up the teapot and filled the cups. His gaze fell on Seo I-Kyung’s reddened lips, glistening with saliva. This reminded him of what had happened the night before.
The previous night, he had felt a thirst rising as he caressed the sleeping Seo I-Kyung’s lips with his fingers. But Seo I-Kyung might have woken up. No, perhaps that wouldn’t have been so bad. As if wishing for that, he had bent down to devour Seo I-Kyung’s lips but stopped. He might have worsened the wound on Seo I-Kyung’s body.
“I’ll take it.”
Seo I-Kyung pulled a teacup towards himself with one hand and placed it in front of him. Han Seung-jae watched closely as he lifted it, gently blew to cool the tea, and slowly drank. Han Seung-jae sat across the table and picked up his own cup.
The feeling of holding back for a day and then indulging was strange and difficult to define.
In fact, he had never suppressed anything like this before, so there was nothing to compare it to.