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Chapter 51: Sorry for Calling You
by Gideon“…I’m going crazy.”
He habitually slid his hand inside his underwear. He conjured the scent and voice that filled every corner of his mind.
The scent of wet rain clinging to the man, mixed with his natural body musk. The memory of how tightly his inner walls had squeezed him. The thought alone sent him spiraling toward a sudden, intense climax.
“I love you…”
With those three words, his clothes became a mess. What flowed out was anxiety. A wave of misery chilled his entire body.
He had endured six years of waiting. If the man hid from him again, he wouldn’t have the strength to survive.
He had started acting because he loved him. He had built his filmography by desperately trying to reach him. He had won the Special Award the man so desired, the Aristos, and even the Dunamis. Yet the man still refused to see him as anything more than a junior colleague.
“He doesn’t love me.”
How am I supposed to take on a romance role when I can’t even win the heart of the person I love?
“Hah.”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips. Am I destined to be just his partner for life?
He couldn’t even pretend to love anyone else but Cha Jubin.
I miss him. I want him to love me.
I want to stay by his side even after this project is over.
“Sunbae…”
His foolish, hopeless plea—a confession that would never reach its target—scattered into the air like static.
A moment later, his phone, which he’d tossed carelessly aside, buzzed. He scrambled to check it, but his hope was instantly extinguished.
“So annoying.”
Zion wiped himself down with a tissue before answering the call.
“It’s my day off.”
—It was my day off when you called two weeks ago, too.
The caller was CEO Park Ji-bun.
—Your dating rumors are about to break.
CEO Park Ji-bun was a master businesswoman. As the head of the Republic of Korea’s top entertainment agency, she was flawless and formidable. But for those on the receiving end of her tactics, dealing with her was a complete nightmare.
“Have you lost your mind? Right before the IPO?”
—Yes, I have.
She had been incredibly high-strung lately, with the company’s public offering looming. She was already a woman who carried herself like a shaman performing an exorcism, always on the verge of a meltdown. Now, it seemed her opponent in this dating scandal was proving to be a tough nut to crack.
—Want to come sign the contract renewal now? I could kick this bullshit offer to the curb in a heartbeat if you just did.
She was shamelessly shifting all the blame onto Zion for holding out on the contract. It was her signature move.
“Just go grab Andrew Jin and get him cast already. Why are you blaming me? Blame your own incompetence.”
“You met the second son of the Dominic family at the Dunamis Film Festival, didn’t you?”
The Dominic family owned a famous film production company in the U.S. Their second son had recognized Zion at a shopping center and even brought bodyguards along to meet him.
Zion had accepted his greeting since they’d briefly met at the Dunamis Film Festival, but that seemed to have started all this trouble.
“I did meet him.”
“Alone? Privately?”
“No. He had bodyguards, and I had my road manager.”
“It sounds like you’ve been played.”
If the man had asked for money, CEO Park Ji-bun could have easily settled the matter. That meant his goal wasn’t money.
The second son is about to make his Hollywood debut, Zion thought. He probably needs someone to generate buzz—a high-end accessory to boost his image.
High risk, high reward.
A business-arranged dating rumor with the second son of a movie production family that was practically a chaebol…
If it were any other actor, people would think they were just riding the family’s coattails. But since Zion was on equal footing with them, the public would see it as a power couple meeting. The company’s plan was simple: grab everyone’s attention first.
As luck would have it, the Dominic family was an Omega family. And a Dominant Omega at that.
The company saw this as a perfect opportunity to divert the public’s and the fandom’s gaze with a dating rumor. Meanwhile, Zion could generate some much-needed buzz for his upcoming project.
On the surface, no one had anything to lose. It was a move so ruthlessly practical, it could only have come from CEO Park Ji-bun.
If you’re so against this, bring your seal and sign the contract termination papers right now.
Zion didn’t care how CEO Park Ji-bun used him to boost the company’s value. He was worried about something else entirely.
“I’m saying you can leave at any time if you fall in love with someone else.”
If a dating rumor broke out, Jubin would misunderstand—but the thought of having my solitary, agonizing anxiety confirmed was what I feared most.
Staying quiet was the best course of action right now.
“CEO Park.”
—Should I have the contract ready now?
“I know you’ll still release the article as planned, even if I sign the renewal.”
A heavy silence followed.
“Stop trying to play me. You have no intention of refusing the dating rumor anyway, since a member of the Dominic Family might be on the Thyme Film Festival jury.”
I must have hit the nail on the head. All I got in return was a long, weary sigh.
The truth was, CEO Park Ji-bun was the one most invested in the Thyme Film Festival. He was the kind of man who would do anything to get Zion an award, stopping at nothing and using any means necessary.
“I know this is a proposal that the Dominic Family, the CEO, and I have nothing to lose from on the surface. And I don’t think it’s something that can be rejected just because I say no.”
But I didn’t want to confuse Jubin.
“Still, I’d prefer it if the CEO rejected it on his end.”
After all, in an already unstable relationship like this, it would be like handing him the final blow to let go of my hand.
—Why is Cha Jubin always involved in every single decision regarding your life? The way you act, it’s like you’ve been imprinted on him or something.
A useless lecture to take it easy followed.
“I’m tired. I’m hanging up.”
Thinking he would handle the rest on his own after I’d said this much, I unilaterally ended the call.
If the article gets published, will Senior care about me even a little?
The wicked desire to be reassured tangled like a ball of yarn. My phone rang again.
As soon as I saw the caller ID, I reflexively pressed the answer button.
“Yes, Zion!”
—Zion.
The low voice calling his name trembled uncontrollably.
—Come over. Now.
I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to touch you, to fuck you messily.
His brain felt like it had been cooked until it was completely fried, rendering it unable to function. His thoughts were sluggish. His body, denied the stimulation it craved, repeatedly demanded relief.
“Hngh…”
The bedroom was already a mess from the lust he’d poured out. Isn’t this enough? Tears of physiological frustration streamed down his face as his desire surged again.
“…Stop.”
He cursed his goddamn body, unable to tell if this was a pseudo-heat or a real one.
“Please…”
He pleaded with his slowly hardening cock. I’m really going to die. He wanted to lose consciousness, but since he couldn’t, he felt thrown into a pit of agony.
“…Zion…”
If only Zion were here, everything would be okay.
Just then, someone pounded violently on the front door.
“Sunbae!”
It was Zion.
His voice, which I had been drawn to instinctively, forced my exhausted body to rise, even though I felt like I couldn’t move.
“Haah…”
Entranced by his voice, I stumbled toward the front door. I tried to push myself up to get there faster, but I had no strength left. I ended up crawling out of the bedroom on all fours.
“Sunbae…! Are you home?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” I replied, my voice too faint to be heard. I just kept crawling, relying solely on the sound of Zion’s voice.
“Sunbae! Open the door…!”
I reached the front door, collapsed on my knees, and managed to stretch out a hand to open it.
Through the gap in the door, his long-missed pheromones flooded in first.
“Sunbae…?”
The door swung open the rest of the way as he pushed it.
He froze, clearly shocked by my unexpected, disheveled state. The words in my mind spilled out without a filter.
“…Help me.”
His voice was so weak it barely escaped his lips, a mere breath. Zion, unable to understand, knelt on one knee to meet his gaze.
“What was that?”
Zion’s pheromones flooded over him. Jubin wrapped his arms around the man’s neck as he leaned in, whispering into his ear.
“…Hold me.”
In an instant, his body was lifted off the ground. Jubin began to lick and suckle at Zion’s neck and shoulder, his lips pressing against the skin.
Each time he tasted Zion’s pheromones on the tip of his tongue, a wave of satisfaction surged through him, sending shivers across his entire body. He felt he could die right here, drowned in this scent, and have no regrets.
Strong arms lowered Jubin onto the nearby sofa.
“Sunbae, are you welcoming me so slutty?”
Jubin spread his legs wide in a blatant invitation.
“Your hand… give me your hand…”
“Need a hand?”
His voice was smooth, dripping with confidence.
“Want me to touch you? Or should I just put it in?”
He was talking down to me just now, Jubin thought, but that wasn’t what mattered. He’d been touched so much already that his skin felt raw and chafed. He needed a different kind of stimulation.
“Put it in. Hurry.”
Without hesitation, Jubin’s hand parted the tightly closed gap.
“Ngh…”
Did he release his pheromones? With just a single finger, his inner walls melted like whipped cream.
“Ha… I felt this the first time we fucked, but your scent is fucking insane, sunbae.”
The slender, cool fingers rubbed inside him, coaxing and soothing Jubin’s lust. When the finger curved, scraping against his inner wall, Jubin tensed his thighs and twisted his upper body, drenched in orgasm.
“If you wanted to see me this badly, why didn’t you call me sooner? Why were you playing with yourself?”
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