NUTMEG 29

“Oh my goodness. What is all this?”

“Grandma!”

“Grandma!!”

Just then, a welcome voice was heard from behind. ‘Jaeho’ runs to hug the grandmother who approached, saying, “My grandson, my baby.” Wonoh, his face completely fallen, began to cry aloud. It was the face of someone crying their heart out, like a sorrowful child. The still-startled grandmother patted and stroked ‘Jaeho’s’ back. Minje stood awkwardly, watching the two of them and wiping the tears that flowed down his chin.

Just then, Wonoh extended an arm toward Minje. As if drawn by a magnet, Minje took his hand and hugged Wonoh and the grandmother all at once. Wonoh, who was larger than him, was burying his face in the nape of his neck, his shoulders trembling as he continued to cry. Minje kept stroking the nape of his neck and leaned his head toward Wonoh. He didn’t know what to do, wanting to comfort the crying man.

Creaak, and only after hearing the sound of the inner set collapsing did Director Im yell, “Cut!” Simultaneously with the cut sign, the firefighters who had been on standby unleashed powerful jets of water all at once.

The flames quickly subsided with a cloud of hazy smoke.

It was a scene that had everyone on edge, not just the actors but the staff and firefighters as well. So, the excitement after its success was also tremendous. Director Im pointed at the monitor, let out a strange shout, and shook his whole body.

However, Minje couldn’t be there with him, watching the monitor. It was because he had to find Wonoh, who had disappeared as soon as the word “cut” was called.

Wonoh was sitting alone on a sofa inside a small, empty trailer. Minje found him and finally let out a breath of relief. Wonoh was sitting with his head thrown back against the sofa’s backrest, a white towel placed over his face. Minje quietly approached and called his name.

“Wonoh.”

“Ah, hyung.”

Wonoh removed the towel and lifted his head. As he did, a tear trickled down from his reddened eyes.

“…The tears won’t stop.”

It was as if he had put in a ton of fake eye drops. That’s how much his expression didn’t match the tears. Minje found himself smiling a little. It seemed Wonoh found himself amusing too. He let out a small laugh, but tears still flowed ceaselessly from his red-rimmed eyes. Wonoh let out a small sigh, as if frustrated.

“What’s wrong with me? I’m not sad at all, but I’m sad.”

I must have been too immersed since this morning. Wonoh mumbled, as if embarrassed. Minje quietly sat down next to him. Wonoh, who was slowly blinking his wet eyelashes, asked quietly.

“Did the shot come out well?”

“I haven’t seen it yet either.”

Again, a tear drops like a picture from his faintly smiling face. A person’s crying face can be this beautiful. Is that why? It hurts my chest so much it’s hard to look at.

Minje was suddenly overcome by a strong impulse and pulled Wonoh, who was sitting leaning back, into a full embrace. It was an action he would never have taken normally, but strangely, he found the courage. It would be okay to do this much for a crying friend, right…? Fortunately, Wonoh didn’t say anything and just remained quietly in his arms.

Wonoh, who had been harboring ‘Jaeho’ within him throughout the shoot—no, for much longer than that—seemed to be very deeply assimilated with the role. They say that once actors enter a role and come out, they don’t return to themselves for a long time even after filming is over. Moreover, since this was his first project, it could be even more severe for Wonoh.

Before he knew it, one of Minje’s shoulders was damp. He couldn’t hear a single sniffle, but he knew it was from Wonoh’s tears. Even though he couldn’t see his face, his heart ached so much. He had hugged him on impulse, but he didn’t know what more he could do from here.

He wanted him to stop crying, he wanted to comfort him. He wanted to be of help to him. The best I can do is.

“…”

Kissing you makes me feel good. You said that too. That kissing me, having sex with me, feels good.

“…Wanna do it?”

Wonoh blinked his wet eyelashes and stared blankly at Minje. His gaze was hard to read. He seemed a little angry, a little incredulous…. It seemed he had said the wrong thing. He must have failed to read the room and said something strange again. He should have said something like, it was a joke, or I was just kidding, but his lips were stuck together and wouldn’t think of parting. Of course, that was because it really wasn’t a joke.

“…If, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to….”

When he finally managed to form the words and spit them out, Wonoh pulled up one corner of his mouth into a long smile.

“Hyung. You really like it, don’t you.”

Sex.

The last word was heard muffled as their lips met.

“Where did the kids go?”

“I don’t know. They’re not answering their phones either.”

The faint sound of voices looking for the two of them could be heard from outside the trailer. Around that time, Minje was being helplessly shaken on the sofa.

“Hyung, haah… the door, did you lock it?”

“I don’t, know, heuk! Ah!”

He heard Wonoh let out a short laugh from behind him. It seemed he also said something like, “This hyung is really going to get us in big trouble.” Minje was having a hard time staying conscious due to the sharp pheromones that had been pouring out since earlier. They were much more piercing than usual. To the point where he wondered if Wonoh was angry. But even such pheromones were just the same aphrodisiac to Minje. Whether he was angry or aroused, the pheromones steadily made Minje’s hole slick and his cock hard.

“Aheuk, ah… Ahheuu.”

He felt as if the thick, hot cock that had entered him tightly from behind was increasing in intensity a little bit each time. At the sensation of being pounded into, his upper body, which had been bracing itself by gripping the sofa’s backrest, slid down. Minje buried his head in the sofa, with only his hips raised, and steadily received his enormous pillar of flesh.

Even then, his head kept hitting the backrest with a steady rhythm—thump, thump. With the pleasure that shot up thrillingly from his spine, a continuous trickle of fluid leaked from his cock, which was erect and swaying as if it would touch his lower abdomen.

“Hyung, you said you hated doing it outside. Hoo…. Why is it so tight in here?”

“Heuu, eut….”

When Wonoh slowed down, the ticklish sensation in his lower abdomen was unbearable. Minje moved his hips on his own. He wasn’t in his right mind because of the pheromones. He didn’t even have the leeway to think about how he must look.

“Hyung, I know you’re enjoying it, but, hoo. Wait a minute. The costume, move the costume a little.”

“Heut, haaeu. Ah, ah!”

“And your voice, shh. Haha, I’m going crazy, seriously.”

Wonoh covered Minje’s mouth with one hand and thrust his penis in rapidly. Each time he brutally penetrated the inner walls, a certain spot was stimulated, and a strange sensation, both itchy and tingly, slowly bloomed. He felt like his head would go crazy at this rate. Water kept forming at the corners of Minje’s eyes. All the moans he let out were blocked by Wonoh’s palm and turned into whimpering sounds.

The two of them came at almost the same time. Wonoh slowly sat up on the sofa and pulled Minje onto his thighs. After roughly wiping away the semen that had splattered on the sofa, his stomach, and his back with a tissue from the empty vanity, Wonoh leaned back on the sofa and gasped for breath. Minje, whose whole body was languid, had been sitting blankly as he was led, and when he slowly looked down at his own state, he was startled.

He remembered taking off his school uniform shirt and pants so they wouldn’t get wrinkled, but he must have been in such a hurry that he was naked except for his sneakers and socks. A well-built man looking like that was a sight to behold. A pervert, no less. He hurriedly got up to pick up his clothes. But then Wonoh wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled Minje in, preventing him from getting up.

“Let’s stay like this for just a little longer.”

“…”

As if his words had some binding power, Minje sat back down obediently. Sitting on Wonoh’s thighs in such a perverted state was incredibly embarrassing, but there was no way he would dislike spending a little more time with him after sex. But the awkward posture soon became tiring. He couldn’t lean on him completely, nor could he sit comfortably for fear that he was too heavy. Just then, Wonoh mumbled as if to himself.

“Hyung, you’re just too lewd.”

“…”

“With you being like this, what kind of innocent woman would ever take you?”

For a moment, Minje couldn’t understand those words right away and slowly closed and opened his eyes. Wonoh gave a short laugh and said, “I’ll head out first. You come out in a bit,” and got up. Minje could only watch him, feeling a little disappointed.

Only after he had changed back into his costume and left the trailer, saying, “Wow. Fifteen missed calls. Im Kihwan is persistent,” did Minje remember that he was talking about the ideal type he had mentioned before.

“Minje! Ah, where did you two go. Seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hyung. Hurry and look at the monitor. It’s insane.”

When he came out after waiting for exactly 10 minutes to pass in the trailer, the location set had already been completely packed up. Feeling embarrassed and sorry, he kept fiddling with his clothes for no reason. Wonoh, who was standing in front of the monitor table waiting for Minje, was smiling as usual.

Seeing that smile, Minje felt relieved. Wonoh seemed to be in a good mood again. He was glad that he seemed to have been of some help to him.

As Minje approached, Wonoh wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him toward the monitor. The image of the two of them on the monitor screen, which Director Im had apparently even finished a rough cut of, looked like a scene from a real movie.

Minje let out a small sound of admiration without realizing it.

“…That’s cool.”

“Yeah, yeah! That’s why I wanted to show you quickly, but you both disappeared somewhere.”

“Hyung was crying too much. I was comforting him.”

When he looked at Choi Wonoh, who was lying through his teeth, with a disbelieving face, he quickly feigned ignorance.

‘You don’t go into heat? It’s seriously amazing when you do it during your cycle.’

He couldn’t remember exactly when Soohyuk had said that. It was probably an ordinary day.

‘What a waste. Being born an Omega and all.’

Soohyuk seemed to have added that as well. Whether it was the same day or a different day, this too was uncertain. He only remembered that a kiss had turned into oral, and he had been on his knees in a broadcasting station bathroom, taking his semen into his mouth. Around that time, Soohyuk often brought up things like ‘rut’ and ‘heat’.

What did I say in response at that moment?

He couldn’t remember, but he was probably unable to see one step ahead and had simply felt relieved that he was a half-assed Omega, a recessive, and that he didn’t go into heat.

And then his memory picks up again from the night Soohyuk suddenly showed up at his house in the middle of the night.

That day too, Minje had been sitting on the sofa, blankly watching a movie starring Choi Wonoh. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? As if to hide it, Minje turned off the movie and went to the front door.

Standing outside the door was the leader.

As he stood there blankly, surprised by the unexpected visitor, Soohyuk pushed Minje’s shoulder and came inside. A strong smell of alcohol wafted from him. Soohyuk threw himself onto the sofa where Minje had been lying just moments before, as if it were his own house, then took something out of his pocket and scattered it onto the glass sofa table with a clatter.

‘Minje. Guess what hyung brought?’

The red and green capsules were an unfamiliar medication, but he didn’t have a good feeling about it. Soohyuk smiled faintly, his single-lidded eyes fixing on Minje with a sticky gaze.

‘You know this too, right? If you only suppress your estrus with medicine, it’s bad for your body and something will break. Just like our Minje.’

‘I’m not broken because of medicine; I’m just the type that medicine doesn’t work on,’ Minje replied, for once not mumbling his words. Since what the leader said was almost always right, it was unlike him to be wrong about his own constitution.

‘Ah—right, right. Our Minje just naturally goes around leaking pheromones like this, doesn’t he?’

He didn’t answer that.

‘I forgot. I’m going into rut soon.’

It was hard to understand what forgetting had to do with his rut, but Minje continued to keep his mouth shut. Having the leader in his personal space was starting to make him anxious. Although he had often summoned Minje to hotels or his own home, this was the first time he had visited his place.

‘Guys like us need to let it out like this once in a while, without suppressants.’

Soohyuk picked up one of the pills and handed it to Minje. Minje took it in a daze.

‘Minje, it’s the same for you. An Omega who doesn’t go into heat isn’t normal, right?’

So what is this medicine?