Haeun stood by the large windows, gazing out at the garden bathed in soft sunlight. He took a deep breath, feeling the peacefulness of the estate settle around him. It had been over a year since he last stepped foot here, and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed the quietness.
"It's been a year since I came here," Haeun muttered softly to himself, rubbing his abdomen gently as he spoke. "The view here is so nice. Even better now that I don't have to go to work."
He looked down at his stomach, a small, wistful smile tugging at his lips. "Melon, this will be our little home for now. Forgive daddy for not giving you better pheromones."
Haeun sighed, the smile fading as reality crept back in. The cravings, the subtle changes in his body, all reminded him of the undeniable truth—he was pregnant. Four weeks along, and while he had planned for it,
he already feeling a deep sense of responsibility for the little life growing inside him.
But the thought of Yeongsoo lingered in his mind, and his chest tightened. As much as he disliked him, Yeongsoo was the father, and Haeun couldn't deny that his child needed more than just his own care. For a healthy pregnancy, especially with his pheromones deficiency, the support of his "alpha" was crucial.
Haeun's gaze drifted out the window again, his thoughts clouded with uncertainty. The last thing he wanted was to go crawling back to Yeongsoo. He had spent a month avoiding him, and now, after everything that had happened.
But for the sake of the baby… he didn't have much choice.
"Just once," he whispered to himself, his hand still resting protectively on his abdomen. "Just once for the sake of our child, I'll swallow my pride and crawl back to him."
The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Haeun knew it was inevitable. He couldn't do this alone, not if he wanted to give his child the best chance.
With a final sigh, he pushed the thoughts aside for now. The convenience store was still on his mind—he needed to get some groceries, but after that, he'd have to start figuring out how to face Yeongsoo again.
"Sigh…i want to eat pancakes.."
Haeun sighed as he stepped out of the house, his mind still heavy with the thought of what lay ahead. He rubbed his abdomen absently, the comfort of the estate doing little to ease his concerns. He didn't want to think about Yeongsoo right now, not when he hasn't figured out, how to talk to him.
As he walked toward the convenience store, Haeun's fingers tightened slightly around the keys in his pocket. The air was fresh, the estate peaceful as usual, but his senses were still on edge. It had been a while since he'd gone out like this without taking suppressants. He didn't like feeling vulnerable, especially with his body now more sensitive than ever.
"I'll be fine," he muttered to himself, trying to shake off the discomfort. The estate was private, after all—he wasn't likely to run into anyone, especially not any alphas at this hour of the day.
Still, the thought lingered in his mind as he made his way down the quiet path, the soft rustling of the trees the only sound around him.
His Dad had often scolded him for being careless with his health, always pushing him to be more mindful, especially now. But Haeun had never liked relying on suppressants. They dulled too much of him and made him feel disconnected.
The convenience store came into view, a small, tucked-away building that blended into the estate's natural surroundings. He sighed in relief, thankful for the solitude. As he walked inside, he kept his gaze low, his senses on high alert just in case. But the store was empty. No overpowering pheromones, no lurking presence—just the quiet hum of the refrigerators.
Haeun moved quickly through the aisles, grabbing what he needed without wasting time. Pancake mix, syrup, a few snacks—his cravings were strange lately, but he didn't care as long as it kept his mind off everything else. He wasn't in the mood for any interruptions or, worse, being hit with alpha pheromones.
As he reached for a bottle of milk, it hit him.
The sharp, unmistakable scent of alpha pheromones surged through the air, almost knocking him off balance. He winced, his stomach churning as the intensity of it made him dizzy. His hand tightened around the shelf, but his legs felt weak, turning to jelly as the world around him spun.
Haeun raised his head, desperately trying to find the source of the scent. His vision blurred, making it difficult to see clearly, but the pheromones were strong—too strong. It overwhelmed his senses, pushing him toward the brink of collapse.
Just as he felt like he was going to faint, something shifted.
Another scent reached him, cutting through the haze like a warm, comforting embrace. It wasn't harsh or overwhelming—it was familiar, gentle, almost like a blanket wrapping around him. His head cleared slightly, just enough for him to breathe without feeling nauseous.
"What…?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as his vision wavered.
He blinked, trying to stay conscious, when a figure came into view. It was blurry at first, but as the pheromones enveloped him, he recognized it. His heart skipped a beat.
"Yeongsoo?"
Haeun's vision darkened just as the familiar figure approached, and everything faded to black.
Haeun awoke slowly, his mind still hazy, the world around him spinning before it finally settled. His senses returned one by one—first the softness of the surface he lay on, then the faint scent of clean linen mixed with something unmistakably familiar.
Yeongsoo.
He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. It was quiet, too quiet. Haeun tried to sit up, but his body felt sluggish, his muscles weak. His heart skipped again as he recognized where he was—a room he hadn't been in for over a month. Yeongsoo's apartment.
His pulse quickened, anxiety rising as the memories started to flood back. The grocery store, the overwhelming pheromones, and then… Yeongsoo. Haeun swallowed hard, his throat dry. Why was he here? What had happened after he passed out?