I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 221

I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 221

Seo I-Kyung’s Adam’s apple moves up and down. He gulps down water one after the other to wet his throat. Han Seung-jae leans his upper body forward and says:

“If you’re not feeling well, you should call your attending physician.”

By now, even Han Seung-jae knew that Seo I-Kyung endures pain without expressing it outwardly. Before Seo I-Kyung ends up groaning in bed all night, Han Seung-jae turns his head to call Butler Do, who is waiting in the dining room.

“I was really just thirsty. I was about to eat.”

Seo I-Kyung puts down the glass of water he was holding. Dew formed on the glass surface clings to his slender, white fingertips. He picks up a spoon and tastes the clear soup.

At that moment, Han Seung-jae points to Seo I-Kyung’s face with his fingertips. Is it just an illusion that it looks similar to when Jin Seon-yu pointed to Seo I-Kyung’s ear?

Seo I-Kyung bites his lower lip and then releases it. Inevitably, it means it showed on his face. At times like this, he realizes again and again that Han Seung-jae is a sensitive and perceptive person. 

“Seon-yu came today….”

Seo I-Kyung lowers the spoon he was holding. Since Jin Seon-yu said he would just drop by briefly to see his face, Seo I-Kyung hadn’t told Han Seung-jae that he was coming. However, there was no way Han Seung-jae would not know that Jin Seon-yu had visited the house.

“He said something strange. It keeps coming to mind, it’s nothing.”

“Something strange?”

As if Seo I-Kyung’s excuse was meaningless, Han Seung-jae recited a passage. Seo I-Kyung expressed reluctance. He had also judged that Han Seung-jae would not ask due to his indifferent personality. But now there was no choice. Seo I-Kyung’s lips quivered faintly.

“He called you, hu-, hu-, husband.”

As he tried to convey it with his own mouth, he even stuttered. Seo I-Kyung puts the spoon that was almost dropped on the table and drinks water. It’s embarrassing and awkward.

Moreover, when he heard it from Jin Seon-yu, he felt a tickle in the corner of his heart, but saying it himself doubled the shame. Whether it’s rice or whatever, he had the urge to get up from his seat right away, go upstairs, and bury his face in the pillow on the bed.

“…..”

Han Seung-jae still hadn’t said a word until then. Because of that, Seo I-Kyung tried to clear things up quickly. If it’s now, he might still be able to pick it up.

“It’s a silly….”

The rest of the words “joke” didn’t come out of Seo I-Kyung’s lips. Han Seung-jae’s low voice lightly crushed Seo I-Kyung’s words.

“It doesn’t sound bad.”

“…?”

Seo I-Kyung’s lips parted slightly. He had never seen Han Seung-jae say something is good. To Han Seung-jae, “not bad” might be considerable praise by his standards.

Seo I-Kyung was inwardly nervous that Han Seung-jae would say it was a pointless remark and tell him not to let Jin Seon-yu into this house anymore. Seo I-Kyung’s worry disappeared in a short time as if snow was melting.

***

Seo I-Kyung walks down the 2nd floor corridor and enters the bedroom. He puts his cell phone on the bedside table and goes into the bathroom to take off his clothes. He didn’t expect Han Seung-jae to say such a thing. Although his expression was still heartlessly unreadable, his tone seemed slightly different.

Seo I-Kyung fills the bathtub with water and stirs the water with his hand to check the temperature. He puts his legs into the bathtub and slowly lowers his body to settle in.

With wet hands, he brushes his hair back. As he soaks his body in the hot water, his heavy feet, calves, and legs gradually feel comfortable.

Suddenly, Seo I-Kyung caresses his belly. Earlier, when Han Seung-jae touched it, it was as if it didn’t move at all.

“You should have moved that actively earlier.”

Han Seung-jae had kept his palm on Seo I-Kyung’s belly for a while. Because of that, Seo I-Kyung also looked down at his own belly for a long time. But who did it take after to be so stubborn, it didn’t even budge then.

In the end, Seo I-Kyung had to remove Han Seung-jae’s hand himself.

Splash, Seo I-Kyung gets out of the bathtub and heads to the shower stall. He lightly rinses his body and puts on a bathrobe. Seo I-Kyung comes out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with a towel.

Silence fills the room. Within it, only the sounds of Seo I-Kyung taking off his bathrobe, putting on pajamas, and drying his wet hair are present.

Han Seung-jae must still be in the study.

Seo I-Kyung lays his head on the fluffy pillow. But his body is uncomfortable. He shifts his position from looking at the ceiling to turning sideways. And as he covers his belly with the soft duvet, he closes his eyes. The scent of warm cotton permeates the bedding.

Moreover, he can feel something wriggling in his belly, so he doesn’t even think about being alone.

Tossing and turning, Seo I-Kyung, who had fallen asleep, turns his body to the other side. With his eyes closed, he fumbles for the duvet. Suddenly, something firm touches his palm.

Seo I-Kyung curls his fingertips. The texture was clearly different from the duvet. And the scent of cotton emanating from it was also strong.

Seo I-Kyung slowly lifts his eyelids.

“…!”

Sleep disappears in an instant. Because through the curtains, the outline of a person was faintly reflected in the blue light from the terrace. Sharp nose bridge and nicely interlocked lips. Shadows settle on Han Seung-jae’s features.

Seo I-Kyung shrugs his shoulders and removes his hand that was resting on Han Seung-jae’s waist. Then, holding his breath, he only rolls his eyes to scan Han Seung-jae up and down.

‘Is he sleeping?’

Even though he only thought that inwardly, Seo I-Kyung’s heart pounded rapidly. Somehow, he even felt the strange feeling of secretly stealing glances at Han Seung-jae.

Perhaps because he was sleeping, Han Seung-jae’s usually cold eyes seemed softened.

Seo I-Kyung could count on one hand the number of times he had seen Han Seung-jae sleeping. Most of the time, Han Seung-jae would come in after Seo I-Kyung fell asleep, or leave before Seo I-Kyung woke up.

In Seo I-Kyung’s mind, Han Seung-jae was often in a suit that made him look cold-blooded. So at first, he was only scary, and Seo I-Kyung was full of thoughts of wanting to run away from this house. But on the rare occasions when he saw him wearing similar pajamas like this, an indescribable emotion arose.

…Seo I-Kyung carefully gets out of bed and leaves the bedroom. Holding the doorknob with both hands and biting his lower lip, he carefully turns it to make sure no sound is made.

And as the door closes, Han Seung-jae opens his eyes.

He turns on the bedside lamp. The area around the bedroom is dyed in an amber color. Checking that it’s past midnight, Han Seung-jae leaves the bedroom.

Han Seung-jae approaches the elevator in the quiet 2nd floor corridor. Judging by the number on the display changing to 1, it seems Seo I-Kyung has gone downstairs.

When Han Seung-jae presses the button, the elevator door opens after a short while. Bright light stretches long into the living room. Within it, a long shadow remains motionless. Han Seung-jae looks around the dark living room.

***

At the same time, Seo I-Kyung walks through the garden with dim lighting on. Although he came down because he was thirsty, if he goes back to the room, there is a high probability that Han Seung-jae will wake up. Above all, Seo I-Kyung couldn’t fall asleep, perhaps because he woke up from sleep.

Seo I-Kyung walks to the familiar table with a glass of water in his hand and sits down.

As the surroundings are quiet, it’s easy to get lost in thought. Looking at the empty chair with vine patterns, Han Seung-jae comes to mind.

In fact, this has happened a few times.

If he had to guess, it was probably from that time. When Seo I-Kyung followed Jin Seon-yu to the Alpha Club, he found himself in a predicament.

Seo I-Kyung looks down at his palms. Slender fingers and thin wrists. This body has no strength, so not only was he overpowered, but there was no way he could lift his body pressed against the table.

In that urgent situation, why did Han Seung-jae come to mind of all people? And it’s unfamiliar to see him actually appearing, swiftly removing the man pinning Seo I-Kyung’s body, and venting his anger as it is.

Seo I-Kyung rubs his eyes with his hand as if to erase the scene unfolding before his eyes. Then another thought follows.

It was the same when Seo Dong-hu came to visit. Seo I-Kyung was only full of thoughts of selling the pocket watch necklace to escape. That is, until he was hit by the sword wielded by Seo Dong-hu.

‘I really thought I was going to die then.’

Above all, he felt pain as if his chest area was burned by fire. And the blood spilling at his feet made Seo I-Kyung even more terrified.

I should have given him the painting and asked him to let Min Ra-hyeon go. Would Han Seung-jae have listened then? If he didn’t listen, I should have at least tried to find another way.

In that brief moment, as Han Seung-jae’s face flashed by like a panorama, such thoughts seemed to rush in haphazardly.

“You were here? I’ve been looking for a while.”

The back of Seo I-Kyung’s spine flinches. As he takes his fingers that were rubbing his eyes and lowers them, Han Seung-jae was walking across the garden.

“…..”

Until the moment Han Seung-jae sits at the table, Seo I-Kyung can’t say a word as if his mouth is stuck. He was just thinking, but this time too, Han Seung-jae appears.

“Not knowing you were here, I even went to the studio.”

Han Seung-jae adds in a low voice while looking at the glass of water left alone.

“If you’re thirsty, call Butler Do or something.”

There was no reason for Seo I-Kyung, whose body was heavy, to deliberately come down to the 1st floor.

Here is the English translation of the Korean text, continuing with the understanding that Seo I-Kyung and the other mentioned characters are male:

“I woke up from sleep and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

Seo I-Kyung said that and pulled the glass of water that Han Seung-jae was looking at towards himself. It seemed as if he was blaming the housekeeper because of this glass of water.

“I just came out for a moment to get some fresh air. I was about to go back in…”

Seo I-Kyung hoped his expression wouldn’t be clearly visible to Han Seung-jae. Moreover, it was true that he had come out with the intention of walking a little because he couldn’t sleep.

However, he couldn’t tell how much time had passed. As the tranquil night went on, thoughts kept coming without stopping. And they were all about Han Seung-jae.

“Let’s go to sleep now.”

Seo I-Kyung got up, holding the glass. Despite him taking a step, Han Seung-jae remained motionless. No, he didn’t seem to have any intention of moving from the beginning. He just sat there even while Seo I-Kyung was walking.

Seo I-Kyung’s doubt was momentary. As soon as Han Seung-jae reached out his long arm and wrapped it around Seo I-Kyung’s waist, Seo I-Kyung’s center of gravity shook.

“Euk.”

Seo I-Kyung unknowingly shut his eyes tight. However, the firm sensation transmitted below his buttocks was something he had felt before.

As Seo I-Kyung, who was sitting on Han Seung-jae’s thighs, opened his eyelids with difficulty, cold eyes were right in front of him. Han Seung-jae had tilted his head and was watching until Seo I-Kyung opened his eyes.

“I don’t understand why you get surprised every time like that.”

Isn’t it strange not to be surprised? Seo I-Kyung thought he would only lose his balance and fall to the floor. As a result, the glass he was holding tilted, wetting even the pajamas he was wearing.

Seo I-Kyung looks down at his damp stomach. The glass in his hand was empty. Then Han Seung-jae took the glass from Seo I-Kyung’s hand, placed it on the table, and brushed his large palm over Seo I-Kyung’s wet stomach.

Han Seung-jae’s low voice rang in Seo I-Kyung’s ear.

“Again, you couldn’t control your strength?”

Seo I-Kyung slowly raised his head. Han Seung-jae was still caressing the area around Seo I-Kyung’s wet pajamas with his palm. Rather than being in pain from Han Seung-jae pulling him, he was just a little startled. Because of that, even while sitting on Han Seung-jae’s thighs, his legs felt limp and he couldn’t even think about getting up.

“Tell me.”

“……”

Seo I-Kyung stared blankly at Han Seung-jae, whose eye level had become similar. The feeling was clearly different from when he was sleeping on the bed. The dark eyes that seemed to pierce through a person were sharp and cold as ice. Nevertheless, is it because he’s wearing pajamas? The stiff atmosphere also faded.

“Did it hurt?”

Han Seung-jae, who had been staring at the wet stomach, shifts his gaze to look at Seo I-Kyung. Seo I-Kyung only then realized that he had been blankly staring at Han Seung-jae.

Seo I-Kyung hastily parted his lips.

“It’s not that it hurt, I was just surprised. I thought I would fall because you pulled me so suddenly.”

But it seems Han Seung-jae also noticed that Seo I-Kyung had been staring at him. His palm slowly moves down from the stomach. Because he’s wearing thin pajamas, the thigh that Han Seung-jae’s palm touches feels numb as if reacting.

“Seung-jae.”

It was the moment Seo I-Kyung opened his mouth to speak. The cold lips of Han Seung-jae, bumping against the lower lip, brush against it.

“You think I would let you fall?”

Slowly licking Seo I-Kyung’s parted mucous membrane, Han Seung-jae added.

“Do you not trust me that much?”

Seo I-Kyung accepted the tongue that dug in, tickling the tender flesh inside his mouth. The lump of flesh that penetrated into his mouth sweeps the inside of his cheeks and entangles with his tongue.

Seo I-Kyung’s waist flinched. Han Seung-jae’s hand, whose lips are pressed against him, digs into the inside of his thigh. Seo I-Kyung quickly lowered his hand and grabbed his wrist. Han Seung-jae’s firm wrist bone wraps around his palm.

Seo I-Kyung placed Han Seung-jae’s hand on his own stomach. Then the lump of flesh that had been moving as if thrusting into his throat while entangling his tongue pulled out.

“Haa, haa.”

Seo I-Kyung’s face turned bright red. Even while exhaling roughly, he pressed down on the back of Han Seung-jae’s hand with both hands and muttered.

“Did you feel it just now?”

Han Seung-jae quietly looked at Seo I-Kyung’s wet lips, then tilted his head obliquely. With his palm placed on Seo I-Kyung’s stomach, he felt the transmitted fetal movement and let out a moan.

“Mm.”

“You didn’t feel it?”

Han Seung-jae was already in a state where all his blood had rushed down and he was about to become stiff. Han Seung-jae quietly kept his eyes on Seo I-Kyung, who was stimulating him even more.

Does he not even know what kind of situation he’s in right now? He still seemed unable to grasp the situation. But even that appearance captivates his gaze. Thin eyebrows, a small nose, and perhaps because he had been sucking on his lips until a little while ago, color is smeared on them.

“…!”

Suddenly, Seo I-Kyung felt something hard touching under his buttocks. And he also realized that until just now, he had been engaging in a sloppy kiss that made it so he couldn’t even breathe.

Seo I-Kyung had only thought of suddenly feeling the fetal movement and wanting to let Han Seung-jae feel it too. But now the situation wasn’t good. Maybe he had been insensitive.

A short silence flows between the two. Eventually, Han Seung-jae broke the stillness. He kindly accepted Seo I-Kyung’s words.

“Am I holding two people?”

It’s not a mistake that Han Seung-jae’s features are getting closer and closer. A shadow forms on Seo I-Kyung’s pale face. His lips come close as if they’re about to touch.

“Then I should do better.”

After finishing his words, Han Seung-jae swallowed Seo I-Kyung’s lips as they were. His large hand gently stroked Seo I-Kyung’s stomach.

Soon, when summer comes, there will be not two but three people here.

「I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega」 End