Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 425: He must be pretty upset
"Little Min, I’m going to have sex with Ki-hoon Hyung first during my heat." I suddenly broke the news and he paused. "I just wanted to let you know now when I’m still clear-headed."
"Why?"
Was the first thing that came out of his mouth, looking rather startled.
"Should I have a clear reason?" I asked, but he cleared that look on his face to seem clearer.
"No, I mean, why did you have to say that now while we’re shopping?" He asked and I stayed silent. "And in front of the counter." He added.
I turned to the cashier in front of us, looking like she had just heard a very juicy tea that she wouldn’t mind delaying our payment to hear the end of it.
Hm.
"Then, should I have said it earlier in the car?" I asked.
"That seems to have been the right choice."
We were past the whole blowjob thing.
Maybe it was a bad habit of mine — seeking warmth through flesh before I even realized what I truly wanted.
It looks like I have a kink for blowjobs.
As soon as he finished cumming, just before he was able to take it out, I began to swallow, sucking his cock dry and causing him to tremble violently because of how sensitive his cock had been after ejaculation.
It was fun.
But that was the end of it.
Luckily, the corners of my mouth did not rip, and my throat was fine, albeit a little sore.
It was as if my mouth was made to endure something bigger than what I can swallow.
That’s a protagonist halo for you.
"H-hyung," I watched Min-Cheol trembling, his face hot and his blue Pheromones filling the hair like waves of the ocean.
He was so hot and I was tempted but...
"I’d be fine with a hot coffee or hot cocoa." I suddenly said, cutting through the atmosphere.
"You want hot cocoa?" He asked and I smiled.
I meant, I just wanted to lighten the atmosphere a bit, not that I wanted to drink hot cocoa.
And I succeeded.
He laughed, cackling softly with his hand over his mouth.
"You say the strangest things at the strangest time, Hyung." He said.
Well, it was meant to make you laugh so mission accomplished.
And from there, we decided to go shopping.
After confessing my choice to Min-Cheol in front of the cashier, it felt a bit awkward.
I sprang it up on him when he least expected it and in a place I shouldn’t have, so of course we’d have a weird atmosphere looming over us.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
We were sitting in the lounge of the boutique, looking through fashion magazines with a cup of hot cocoa and hot coffee steaming silently on the table in front of us, but my mind wasn’t on the magazine at all, nor was it on my hot cocoa.
My gaze swept towards Min-Cheol and then back at the magazine when he wouldn’t look up at me despite how intently I was staring.
He wasn’t avoiding me, was he?
"Little Min," I called.
"Yes, Hyung?"
"Are you upset?"
"Yes, I’m upset." He answered, not even trying to deny it.
He must be pretty upset.
"Is it because I said something private in front of the counter or... Is it because I said I’d be doing it first with Ki-hoon Hyung?"
He shut the magazine and then turned his body to face me.
"Hyung, I’ve always thought about things like being your first, but I know I’ve lost a lot of firsts as well. I lost them to everybody else, and they lost some of your firsts to me as well, but..." His eyes rolled down, looking a little sad. "I’ve never thought of being the first to have sex with you, for some reason. As much as I wanted to do it with you, I did not think that far. But... When I heard you were going to give your first to someone else, I felt pain in my chest," he placed his hand on his chest. "I’m going to lose one more first to someone else. And I wondered if you chose them because you like them more than me."
I went silent.
I didn’t know what to say.
I was actually speechless, because saying I didn’t like Ki-hoon more than him and that I liked everyone equally didn’t seem right all of a sudden.
I made myself believe that I wasn’t being biased after we all settled our differences. I made myself believe that I was being fair, but some things just can’t be distributed equally, no matter how hard you try.
I have bad memories with all my masters from my previous life in this world — raped, caged, beaten, and all sorts of other manhandling they carried out on me — and never got to know them. I never spent normal time with them and saw eye to eye.
Well, that was the case for everyone except Ki-hoon.
Before all the torture, the hate, and the pain, he was my first.
He was the one I loved first.
He was the one who took my breath away so many times that I forgot how to count. He stood up for me, loved me, promised me, and held my heart delicately in his arms.
There was no way I would look past those feelings and the time we spent together and then equalize it with the rest of my masters.
It just wasn’t possible.
While they were making up for everything they did to me in the last life without even knowing, that was just them overwriting the bad memories.
My good memories still remained.
And since they were intact, I knew in my heart that so were the feelings I harbored towards Ki-hoon.
"I’m sorry, Min-Cheol," I said, my tone soft and compassionate.
I reached for his hand and said,
"I don’t wish to make you feel any less loved. I want you to know that you mean as much to me as the others do. And even if my heart grows fonder of others, I want you to know that my heart is quite large and has space for all four of you. So, no matter what happens," a tear suddenly slid down my cheek. "I want you to know I still care about you, no less than I do for the rest."
After the fun part, came the sad part.
I just can’t get through a date without bringing up stuff like this, huh?
"Hyung, I didn’t mean to make you cry." He said, biting his lip, but I quickly cleaned the fallen tear.
"No, it’s nothing," I said. "I just had to get that out of my chest. My eye feels a bit dry, haha."
Though I laughed it off, there was no hiding the emotion that spread openly on my face.
Min-Cheol held my hand, raised my chin so he could look into my eyes, and said,
"I love you, Hyung."
My eyes widened.
"You make me feel things that I’ve never been able to feel in all my 24 years of living." His hand slid towards my face, and he rested his hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears that continued to fall even after I coolly brushed it off, as my eyes were dry.
I don’t know what came over me but as if struck with disbelief, my lips quivered, parted and a single word broke out,
"Why?"
I asked why he loved me.
I wanted to know his reasons.
And my eyes asked that question more clearly than my mouth ever could.
What made you love me?
Min-Cheol’s expression softened even more
"You embraced me and didn’t try to use me. You cared for me and didn’t ask for anything in return. You adore me, and I adore you just as much. I do not question your feelings for me as I know better than anyone how genuine they are. With all this, how could I not love you?" He smiled, his eyes sparkling like jewels and then he added, "You treat me better than even my own parents. I love you for your compassion and how you’re always open-minded. Does that answer your question?"
I nodded, grabbing his hand, and fell deeper into his touch as more tears rolled down my cheek.
In his words, I found solace.
Softer, warmer, and more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
"Thank you for loving me," I said to him.
I used to think it would be hard for me to forgive them.
Where was the hard heart that was so confident about giving these guys a hard time?
Where was the revenge laugh?
It all flew out the window as soon as their love touched my entire existence and their words melted me.
I felt I needed a reason to forgive them.
One that went beyond their show of affection, how they always sent me money and looked after me as their top priority.
That was reason enough to forgive them, but it felt lacking. It felt empty... As if the final spice was missing.
And then I remembered this saying, ’Action may be driven by guns and make quite an impact, but the justification to move on comes from words.’
