Chapter 7: ’Let’s just date, Mister.’
The situation was slowly driving both parties on the sofa insane.
One was holding back despite the urge and one wanted to move forward.
Doha held on with sheer will against Jang Song-rik’s beauty attacks.
Why’s he doing that? That’s so out of character! Jang Song-rik would never act cute in front of an alpha!!
Doha looked down at the omega, who was coyly clinging to him. His touch wasn’t disgusting.
He clung on to his clothes making sure Doha wasn’t burdened. And that was the cute thing.
As he looked down, he met Song-rik’s blue eyes already up looking at him.
The blush on the omega’s face intensified. But... he didn’t look away.
His eyes we’re like openly demanding something.
Doha knew exactly what Jang Song-rik wanted from him.
For a moment his heart trembled, then he looked at the beautiful expectant face this little omega.
*snap!
"Hey, mister," Doha stroked back Song-rik’s black hair off his forehead. They were still slightly damp from the shower. "Do you like me?"
Yeon Doha asked himself a question.
How was Jang Song-rik acting like right now?
Like an idiot in love.
Doha wasn’t blind or stupid that he couldn’t see that much.
Then he pondered if this person knew how to love. He had read the novel. Jang Song-rik’s love prowess was... quite questionable.
He only knew how to tie people down and force them.
How different it would have been if he just asked me out?
Doha sighed as the clumsy love expert beside him couldn’t answer that single question and started hiccuping instead.
"Mister... no Jang Song-rik," Doha said as he crouched down in front of Song-rik on the carpet.
"I don’t do things like contracts. If I don’t have a genuine connection with someone, I can’t even pretend to like them. I’m a simple man. So... "
Doha raised hand and gently held Song-rik’s hand.
"... Let’s just date, Mister."
"I don’t like rules when it comes to loving someone. We can’t just quantify our feelings for someone. And sharing pheromones and kisses is a very intimate act. I can’t continue to do this with you if we don’t have the emotional availability for that. One of use will end up hurting that way."
"So, let’s just try out a relationship where you can have the pheromone therapy as well as a prospective dating partner. Don’t involve money into this. That makes you really look like a piece of trash."
Yeon Doha stood up.
He was done avoiding Song-rik. He wasn’t stupid enough to not realize his attraction towards him.
But he couldn’t just hand over his life like this. So it’s better to become part of the bunch than the only trash.
By dating Song-rik, he would just become a forgotten ex who Song-rik remembers sometime.
If Doha remained on his best behavior during the relationship, he would escape the death by garden sheers ending as a trash.
And he also figured that he might as well help this stupid person to emotionally mature and learn how to have a normal relationship.
And... for Doha... he could look at that pretty face a few more days. Maybe more...
"You can think about it and answer me. I’m sure Secretary Cha has my number."
Doha turned to leave. Then paused and looked back.
"Ah! And please don’t contact me if that contract is what you want. It’s better if we cut any ties then."
Doha couldn’t see what face Song-rik was making as he had his head down.
He left through the front door and asked the guard outside to get him a cab.
Jang Song-rik stayed seated on the sofa for quite a while. Until his head poofed our smoke and collapsed as a red mess.
Dating!? As in love?! As a couple?! With... Doha?!
"Eeekkk!!!" Song-rik jumped on the sofa squeaking and giggling.
It was if pure adrenaline was coursing through his veins instead of blood. He couldn’t control his grinning and jumping.
In his twenty nine years of life, this was his first actual relationship.
Song-rik had given up on any love happening with Doha after what happened in the street but to this he would propose it himself.
"You can’t quantify our feelings... "
Song-rik imitated Doha. "Kyaaa! He looked so cool saying that!"
"How can someone be so bad mouthed and so respectful and so hot, all at the same time? Isn’t he an angel living on earth? Where did such a beautiful person come from?"
Song-rik laid on his stomach with his face buried where Doha was sitting.
"You should have still given me my kiss... " He hesitated. "D... Doha-ya."
"Kyaaa!"
He covered his face with his hands and sqealed around on the sofa.
Song-rik wondered what would happen if they started dating.
They would go on dates, eat together, watch movies together..., k.. kiss, and maybe even... have s... sex.
But now that Song-rik was an omega, they could even have kids. Little humans looking like Doha.
Just the thought filled Jang Song-rik with happiness.
If they got married, his parents would surely love Doha. And he could then look after his mother and sister in law and become a dutiful son-in-law.
Suddenly, he jumped up and called for Secretary Cha.
"Secretary Cha! Prepare some gifts for Yeon Doha and buy a beach house near a less popular beach. I want it to be just us."
Yeah, a beach house is best for a honeymoon.
And we can move back when we have kids.
Jang Song-rik was very (too) excited for his first relationship. Like counting chicken before the eggs hatched.
Meanwhile, Yeon Doha has another problem sitting in front of his apartment door.
A drunk Han To hang was waiting for him by the time he returned in the evening with groceries and some stuff that he needed.
"What happened?" He asked barely acknowledging the omega’s presence.
"I got dumped again," He whined.
"Wow, that’s a record! He lasted like four days more than the previous one, right?" Doha started organizing the stuff into containers as To hang walked in and sat on a chair on the kitchen table.
"Fuck! It’s all your fault! Why do you have to be all goody shoes and mess up my standards! I keep comparing those trash to you!" Yohan whined as imitated drinking with a soda bottle.
"Hey! Use a glass!" Doha handed him over a glass. "Hey, it’s not my fault. It’s you who like jerks in bed. How can they be any gentlemen in a relationship, then?"
"Urge! Why can’t I meet a handsome jerk who’s also sweet and caring?!"
Yohan drank from the glass that Doga poured.
"Maybe because they don’t exist?"
"Comfort me, will you? You cold hearted bastard! Anyways, what happened with that rich omega whose Secretary dragged you away? I was thinking of reporting you missing if didn’t return by tonight."
"Ah!" A slight red glow covered Doha’s face. "I asked him out."
"What?! Why?! How?! Are you dating now?!"
"Not yet. He still haven’t answered me."
And suddenly a knock came on the door.
"D... Doha-ya...?"
Jang Song-rik’s sweet coy voice called from outside.
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