Seo Seung-hyun, with Lee Young-jin in his arms, leapt down the train steps in one bound. Lee Young-jin heard the sound of several footsteps approaching them. Someone spoke, and Seo Seung-hyun responded.
Seo Seung-hyun quickened his pace. Lee Young-jin’s toes kept dragging on the ground. His thin-soled sneakers slipped several times on the slick stone tiles.
Outside the quaint terracotta station, an imposing limousine stood out against the serene landscape. A hand in a white glove hurriedly opened the car door. Seo Seung-hyun pushed Lee Young-jin into the limousine and followed him in. Thud. The heavy door closed behind his broad shoulders. Then, the alpha shed the facade of a civilized person he had been wearing. Warm leather hands grasped Lee Young-jin’s chin.
“Twenty-one days. It’s been twenty-one days.”
His lips approached and whispered harshly.
“That’s how long you’ve been gone.”
Lee Young-jin hadn’t kept track of the days, so he couldn’t judge the truth of his words. He simply couldn’t believe that all those endless nights, writhing with tension, fear, and an inexplicable restlessness, amounted to merely twenty days.
Their lips met.
“Twenty days, fuck, I’ve been…”
The swear words spilling between their closed lips suddenly stopped.
Large hands roamed his body aggressively.
Seo Seung-hyun exhaled an unsatisfied breath from deep within his throat. He bit at his fingertips, peeling off his gloves and throwing them under the seat. His dry palms grasped Lee Young-jin’s body. The thin padding of the jacket was stripped away, and his hand slipped inside the loosened polyester knit. From Young-jin’s shoulder to his elbow, from his elbow to his wrist, then over the back of his hand, his back, and the area stretching from his chest to his side, he roughly caressed each part, as if checking for any traces unknown to him by groping, caressing, and kneading his body. It felt like his head had been smacked against something; he was dazed, and his body tingled all over.
Lips approached once again, along with the hands.
Lee Young-jin found himself reaching out to touch those lips without realizing it. Even if Seo Seung-hyun hadn’t pressed them fiercely against his nape, he would have done the same.
The alpha’s back swelled up immensely. His shoulders shook violently.
He pressed his nose bridge against Lee Young-jin’s nape and under his chin repeatedly, as if sniffing, inhaling deeply. He roughly pulled up the knit’s collar to his chin and pushed his nose inside.
His body was pushed backwards by the force.
The resilient leather seat embraced his back and shoulders.
The alpha, perfectly disguised as civilized with a tie and a matching wristwatch, eventually climbed onto Lee Young-jin’s body.
He lifted the knit to bury his face inside. The alpha’s lips and tongue caressed the bare skin.
Lee Young-jin’s mouth opened.
He tried to push Seo Seung-hyun’s head away, repeatedly. But each time, his fingers lost strength and failed.
It was extremely fortunate that the drive was short.
The limousine stopped so smoothly that he didn’t even notice it slowing down.
Seo Seung-hyun lifted his head.
The knit, already loosened as much as possible, had rolled up to Lee Young-jin’s collarbone.
His wet, unfocused eyes looked up at Seo Seung-hyun. Despite the blurriness, they stubbornly met Seo Seung-hyun’s gaze.
Seo Seung-hyun’s chest heaved roughly.
He took off his coat. The Brunello Cucinelli, expensive despite its lightness and thinness, covered Lee Young-jin’s bare body.
Surrounding the concrete wasteland enclosed by barbed wire were abundant bent and bowed reeds. A crude single-story building on the asphalt sported a large antenna spinning around. The white H painted on the gray asphalt surface was clear. A shiny helicopter stood on it, its rotor blades slicing through the air loudly. A fierce wind swirled 360 degrees, violently shaking the swollen reeds.
Lee Young-jin was almost carried into the helicopter. Seo Seung-hyun followed closely beside him, pushed into the seat like luggage. A secretary, with a solemn expression and lips pressed together, handed them headsets. Seo Seung-hyun put one on Lee Young-jin’s head, leaned forward, and whispered to the secretary.
“Manager Lee will follow later.”
“What?”
“Pay her extra for the delay and tell her to take another ride.”
Then, with a faint smile, Seo Seung-hyun nodded towards a large limousine waiting at a distance.
The next in line for secretarial power, struggling to hide her confusion, blinked several times and fumbled with her lips before regaining her solemn expression. She nodded.
“I will do so.”
The secretary then opened the door and exited the helicopter.
Lee Young-jin didn’t notice her departure. Seo Seung-hyun, like unwrapping a present, tore off the coat covering him from his eyebrows to the middle of his shins. His exposed stomach twitched up and down. Soon, the alpha buried his face there.
Thankfully, there was no penetration.
Yet, it was enough to completely drain Lee Young-jin’s energy.
When the MD 520N landed on a rooftop helipad in the middle of Seoul, overlooking the Han River, Lee Young-jin could hardly breathe. Wrapped again in the coat, he was carried out of the helicopter by Seo Seung-hyun. His first helicopter ride had passed without any memory of it.
Passing through the elevator that directly connects the rooftop to the penthouse and the already opened front door, a spacious living room appeared as if he was returning home after years. The early sunset bathed the western side of the panoramic window in golden light. The Han River waves at eye level also shimmered in gold. Of course, there was no time to enjoy this beautiful view.
The bedroom was dim. The half-closed blinds allowed golden-crimson light to spill diagonally across the room, drawing hundreds of long lines.
Only then did his body touch the ground.
Not exactly the ground, but a mattress that felt like sinking deep into a mud swamp, utterly unfamiliar.
Seo Seung-hyun roughly pulled at his tie, pulling it out along with the tie pin and throwing it into a corner of the bedroom. He began unbuttoning his clothes, kneeling on the mattress. His skilled hands undid countless buttons of his suit jacket, vest, and shirt. While Lee Young-jin writhed on the plush mattress, wrapped in the coat’s hem, Seo Seung-hyun also lifted his other leg onto the bed. With one hand beside Lee Young-jin’s calf, he irritably snapped off the remaining few buttons of the shirt. The alpha’s naked body was swollen with excitement. The chest, bloated into a perfect shape, throbbed fiercely.
Seo Seung-hyun leaned down close to Lee Young-jin, his hands, contrary to the ripping actions before, gently removed the coat wrapped around Lee Young-jin and the knit that hung loosely.
In moments, both alpha and omega were completely naked, their skin touching.
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