I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 214

I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 214

Seo I-Kyung moved his fingertips. He skillfully unbuttoned his shirt with both hands, though he had become adept at doing it with one, helping the doctor examine his belly.

Suddenly, Seo I-Kyung’s eyes lingered on Han Seung-jae. They were emitting a rather intense light. The doctor’s gaze also turned in the same direction, and as if conscious of Han Seung-jae, he said:

“This is for the ultrasound examination.”

At the doctor’s words, Han Seung-jae’s cold eyes slid towards Seo I-Kyung. He didn’t say anything. It seemed like he didn’t feel it was worth responding to, but the doctor added:

“Director Han, I’m going to start the examination.”

Han Seung-jae, still looking at Seo I-Kyung, coldly parted his lips:

“Why are you telling me that?”

“Ah, ah!”

The flustered doctor hurriedly turned his head towards Seo I-Kyung and added urgently:

“I’m going to start the examination.”

Seo I-Kyung nodded. The doctor’s already pale face was becoming even more pitiful as he fumbled with the ultrasound machine.

***

Seo I-Kyung buttoned up his shirt after the examination. The doctor told Seo I-Kyung that the baby was healthy, but being conscious of Han Seung-jae, he ended up saying the same thing to him as well. And finally, he was rebuked by Han Seung-jae for saying the same thing twice.

The doctor wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. Seo I-Kyung lowered his legs from the bed and stood up.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Not at all. It’s my job.”

The doctor smiled with a relieved expression.

“If you feel any discomfort, no matter how small, please contact me immediately. You don’t need to worry about the time at all.”

As Han Seung-jae left the room, the doctor showed a very reliable appearance, as if he had never been intimidated. Seo I-Kyung turned and walked out through the open door.

Han Seung-jae and Butler Do were standing in front of the door.

Butler Do said:

“Lunch is ready.”

Han Seung-jae entered the dining room first. Butler Do, who had hurried ahead, prepared his seat and then pulled out a chair for Seo I-Kyung.

He neatly placed the plates handed over by the chef in front of the two. Seo I-Kyung looked down at his left hand and lightly clenched his fist. Then he stretched out his arm and picked up the water glass.

As Seo I-Kyung moistened his dry throat and tilted the rippling water glass, he felt no pain at all in his wrist. It seemed to have fully healed now.

He had been showering, eating, and organizing things with one hand all this time. He thought he had adapted quite well to doing everything without difficulty, but he now freshly realized how much more comfortable it was to use both hands.

Suddenly, Seo I-Kyung’s eyes met Han Seung-jae’s across the table.

“…!”

It wasn’t the time to be admiring his left hand, now free from the cast. He hurriedly grasped his chopsticks and put some rice in his mouth.

Somehow, Han Seung-jae’s expression had instantly turned unpleasant. He seemed to have been in a bad mood since Seo I-Kyung’s cast was removed. Even if Han Seung-jae didn’t say anything, the atmosphere emanating from his entire body couldn’t be hidden.

As he ate his soup, Seo I-Kyung wondered if Han Seung-jae’s bad mood might be because he was the one who had caused Seo I-Kyung to need the cast in the first place. It might have been a needless misunderstanding. But he couldn’t think of any other reason.

The doctor had repeated himself twice because Han Seung-jae had openly shown his displeasure. Above all, the doctor’s skill in checking the baby’s health with the ultrasound machine was impeccable. Moreover, the baby was fine.

However, Seo I-Kyung couldn’t voice these thoughts.

As the two finished their meal and left the dining room, Butler Do, who had been waiting, approached and murmured:

“Secretary Park went up to the second floor a moment ago.”

“I see.”

Han Seung-jae indifferently entered the elevator. Seo I-Kyung stood beside him. They quickly arrived at the second floor. Han Seung-jae stepped out first, with Seo I-Kyung following.

“Seung-jae.”

Han Seung-jae’s long legs, which had been heading towards the study, stopped. He slowly turned around. Seo I-Kyung held the closing elevator door and pressed the button.

“Shall I bring tea to the study?”

Secretary Park had already gone to the second floor, so he would be in the study. And Han Seung-jae was likely going to work with him. So Seo I-Kyung was offering to bring tea for the two of them.

Han Seung-jae hadn’t eaten much during lunch, after all.

Han Seung-jae fully turned his body, which had been standing at an angle, to face Seo I-Kyung. Seo I-Kyung was poised as if he might re-enter the elevator at any moment. Han Seung-jae looked at the watch on his wrist out of habit and parted his lips. As much as I’d like to…

“It’s a bit difficult right now.”

“…?”

Seo I-Kyung’s doubt was momentary. Han Seung-jae lowered the wrist he had been looking at and said:

“Let’s go out for some fresh air in the evening.”

Seo I-Kyung’s lips parted slightly. But his words scattered without becoming sound. Meanwhile, Han Seung-jae turned and walked away.

Seo I-Kyung removed his hand from the elevator button he had been gently pressing. He had been referring to tea for Han Seung-jae and Secretary Park to drink while working. But Han Seung-jae seemed to have misunderstood that Seo I-Kyung was suggesting they have tea together.

Thud, Seo I-Kyung headed towards the bedroom. He could have corrected the misunderstanding, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

As Seo I-Kyung entered the room, his phone kept vibrating. He picked up the phone from the bedside table. He answered the call from Jin Seon-yoo while walking out onto the terrace.

“Did you just wake up?”

[I woke up earlier. I sent you a message.]

Jin Seon-yoo’s voice over the phone sounded gloomy. There was no energy in it.

“I left my phone in the room, so I just saw it now.”

As he answered, Seo I-Kyung tilted his head.

“What’s wrong with your voice? Are you sick?”

[I’m sorry for being sick.]

Seo I-Kyung sat down on the terrace chair.

“But I think you must be hurting somewhere.”

[Why? Now that I think about it, my whole body does hurt. My younger brother beat me up yesterday, right?]

“He didn’t beat you. He must have been worried about you.”

Seo I-Kyung continued speaking while lightly looking around the garden. Considering Jin Seok-young’s actions while carrying Jin Seon-yoo yesterday, it would have been strange if Jin Seon-yoo’s body wasn’t hurting.

Seo I-Kyung felt responsible for not being able to take better care of Jin Seon-yoo at the time, because Han Seung-jae was outside the hotel.

[Did my brother really not hit me?]

“No, he didn’t.”

[Okay. If you say so, I-Kyung, then it must be true. But why does the back of my head feel so sore and painful?]

“You drank too much wine.”

Jin Seon-yoo’s words were cut off for a moment over the phone. Seo I-Kyung quietly listened to Jin Seon-yoo’s shallow breathing.

[You know, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask.]

Yesterday, Jin Seon-yoo couldn’t hide his excitement about going out after a long time, and he drank so much wine out of anger towards Jin Tae-won who had kept him confined at home. So Jin Seon-yoo brought up the words he couldn’t say before.

[Are you really okay… staying in that house?]

Hadn’t Seo I-Kyung asked Jin Seon-yoo to paint a picture for him, saying he would leave this house? Although there was silence at Jin Seon-yoo’s words, he wasn’t so oblivious as to not understand the meaning behind them. Moreover, after the incident of being attacked by Seo Dong-hu, and when they met in the hospital room, there wasn’t even a situation to talk about such things. Both of them were too shocked to have the capacity for that.

“About that…”

Seo I-Kyung’s voice, sitting on the terrace, spread out very softly.

***

Shhh-

Seo I-Kyung stood in the shower booth, letting the hot water pour over his entire body. Afterwards, he turned and took out a shower robe, slipping his arms into it. He tied the belt with both hands and approached the mirror.

The moisture on his hair swept over his thin eyebrows, passed his temples, brushed his pale cheeks, and flowed down to his slender chin. Seo I-Kyung wiped away the water pooled in his sunken collarbone with a towel.

Where his towel had swept, there was still a long scar that hadn’t faded.

“The bite mark isn’t visible anymore?”

Seo I-Kyung raised himself slightly on his toes and brought his upper body closer to the mirror. However, the mark Han Seung-jae had made had already disappeared without a trace.