Chapter 22: For One Night
Doha’s hand holding the Song-rik abruptly fell back. He stepped back a little.
His face was indescribably pale, like a ghost.
Song-rik didn’t have the courage to look up. He couldn’t speak another word or say much.
But curiosity always gets the better of one in such situations. Like reaching out to see how the other pers is feeling.
Song-rik peeked up.
Doha had no expression. He was surprisingly calm.
Song-rik wasn’t expecting to be caught and confronted as such by Doha that night, but he figured it was better to get it over with and just let him go.
He had half expected Doha to cry out and wail for him to not leave.
But the calm was unsettling.
"You are sick and tired of me," Doha repeated Song-rik’s words in a calm voice.
Doha looked at Song-rik’s face for affirmation. The omega couldn’t utter a single word. It was hard enough for him to say that once.
"..."
"..."
Doha turned around and started walking back to his apartment. After being a few feet away, he paused.
He didn’t look behind at Song-rik and just stood for a bit. Then he looked up at the sky. It was a starry night.
"Mr. Jang Song-rik, if I ever see you again in front of me," There was so much hatred in these words. "I’ll fucking kill you."
He stood there for a minute after saying that. Song-rik didn’t move either.
Then-
"If you’re never going to see me again, then... just for one night, stay with me. Just for tonight."
Song-rik uttered such words as Doha looked back and scowling.
’Wow, how shameless can you actually be? Is this all you ever really wanted from me? How could you ask such a thing from me when you just broke up with?’
Doha really wanted to say those things to the omega.
His heart was shattered into a million pieces by this person, yet, his request downed all the anger in his list of priorities and took the top spot.
One night.
The two of them thought.
That’s all we have.
Doha held Song-rik by his arm and yanked him along. They took his car as Doha drove it. Song-rik just noticed how good of a driver he was.
Under other circumstances, he would have pointed it out and complimented him. But... that wasn’t really possible now.
They stopped in front of a motel and Doha dragged Song-rik to a room. Jang Song-rik didn’t resist a single time.
As the door to the room shut, Doha pushed Song-rik onto the bed and started taking his clothes off.
Song-rik stared at Doha with a dazed look. It was his first time seeing his naked body.
How bitter.
Doha was beautiful in Song-rik’s eyes. There was imperfection in his body or maybe it was his love for him that made him look so good.
Doha looked down at Song-rik on the bed with cold eyes and clicked his tongue.
"Strip," he said. "Didn’t you want this?"
The cold words chilled Sing-rik and he hurriedly started removing his clothes. He removed everything until his underwear remained.
"Why are you suddenly acting fucking shy? Don’t act like you weren’t the one asking for this! Just strip!"
Doha looked away.
Song-rik trembled as he removed his underwear.
Doha looked back as he saw the trembling omega on the bed. His pheromones were getting out without his will.
Song-rik felt them circling and clinging to him. But they weren’t the usual refreshing rose scent. They smelled like whithered roses with a daunt scent. Like a crying rose.
His pheromones were crying. That’s what Song-rik felt.
"You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to," Song-rik said as those clingy pheromones weighed down at him.
"..."
"..."
"Mister... I really fucking hate you," Doha said.
Song-rik looked at his face and it broke his heart to see tears rolling down his eyes.
Wow, Jang Song-rik, you really don’t deserve to be loved...
Song-rik told himself as he saw the one person loving him crumbling and breaking down.
"You don’t, Doha-ya. Why would you cry if you did?" Song-rik said as he slowly grabbed a bed sheet and wrapped it around his body.
He felt disgusted by himself.
"Then you must really hate me that you’re doing this to me," Doha said as he broke down on his knees.
"No. I don’t hate you," Song-rik blurted out.
And then immediately regretted it. Why did he say that? It was so hard to make Doha back away earlier and now he just...
Why did he even bother to spend the night together?
Not, why did he go looking for Doha anyway?
He should have just stayed put at home and things like love and affection would have slowly died out with time.
Why did he have to see everything?
Ah...
I don’t think leaving Yeon Doha is an option for me anymore.
"You are always tense and worked up when you’re with me," Song-rik spoke. "These past few days, I saw the real you. The one you are without me around."
"..."
"I make you change yourself to match my own life. When it should be both of us changing. I can’t just see you become someone you’re not."
There was silence. Absolute silence.
And then, Yeon Doha just put his shirt back on and walked out.
Not a single word or argument, nothing.
Jang Song-rik sat there naked on the bed for a long time.
Oh Ryujin came back to his room only to find his prisoner missing.
He had actually gotten permission for Jihwan to take a week’s leave and came back with a lot of supplements and blood packs to feed him but when he entered the room, it was empty.
There was no one there, not on the bed, on the sofa or in the bathroom.
Ryujin panicked as he started looking around hurriedly.
Damn it! He can’t go outside in the sun yet!
Ryujin ordered a few security guards to look around the house.
He himself searched the inside of the house.
They searched for hours and hours before Ryujin drew the conclusion that Cha Jihwan had run away.
But nobody thought to look for him in the closet. And that’s exactly where he was. In Oh Ryujin’s closet, snuggling into his clothes because he felt scared.
If it wasn’t for Oh Ryujin suddenly sniffing his drowsy pheromones in the closet, they all might’ve kept looking for him through the night.
Ryujin picked up the asleep Jihwas from his closet and laid him on the bed.
New vampires often slept more and craved the smell of their master vampire as their bodies adjusted.
Ryujin figured it would be fine for him to be away for a bit as Jihwan was asleep but to think this would happen.
He covered Jihwan with a warm blanket as vampires were cold blooded and easily got cold. He sat beside him and looked at his now very visible blonde hair beneath the dyed black hair.
How handsome.
Ryujin thought as he touched the hair.
"What are you doing?" Jihwan opened his eyes and asked.
"I’m admiring you," Ryujin said with a grin.
"Then admire me from closer, come here, I am sleepy," Jihwan raised his arms for Ryujin as he pulled him beside himself.
New vampires were often bold and liked to seek attention from their master vampire but was this okay?
"Are you sure you just didn’t want to sleep with me?" Ryujin teased.
"Maybe..." Jihwan said as he drifted back to sleep.
Ryujin’s ears turned red and redder and he awkwardly snuggled himself to sleep.
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