I've been holding back like a damn monk. Fuck, what the hell were you doing and with whom?
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🎶 Yeonjun - Ghost Girl
Pheromones. The instinctual exchange shared only between Omegas and Alphas.
People often envied Dominant Alphas and called Omegas special. Strong pheromones and superior traits. It was an instinctual relationship that pulled them together like fate.
But for me, a Beta, it was something I couldn't feel, see, or smell. I had never known what it was in the first place. It was the same when I manifested as a Beta, and it's the same now. There was no inconvenience in my life.
I wasn't envious of Alphas or Omegas at all.
If anything, I felt pity for them. Being swayed by a smell you can't even see, being influenced by each other even when you don't want to be, and sometimes even causing incidents and accidents because of it.
To me, it looked like a pretty exhausting life. In comparison, as a Beta, I was safe and comfortable. What I liked most was that I could mingle naturally with anyone without being bound by traits. Whether it was Alphas or Omegas, opportunities were given without restriction in any setting.
For example, an opportunity like this.
At some point, news stories about pheromone-related incidents began to pour out. Alphas who failed to control themselves. Omegas who missed their suppressants. And various accidents occurring in between. Eventually, society created a new solution.
Pheromone Deodorant. A kind of etiquette product for people who couldn't perfectly hide their pheromones. And a notice for clinical trial participants in the development stage was posted.
The target: Only Betas.
It made sense. It would have been dangerous for an Alpha or Omega, but Betas aren't affected by pheromones. I didn't hesitate. Or rather, the moment I saw the recruitment fee, I couldn't hesitate.
This was an opportunity. An opportunity to make easy money.
"...This is insane."
After checking the numbers in my bank account, I stared at my phone screen for a long time. This wasn't just a month's worth of living expenses; it was several months' worth. The experiment ended safely too. Getting the pheromones of various Alphas on my body, testing the deodorant, and measuring the resulting values.
That was all.
If money was this easy to make, I felt like I could do it several more times. After finishing the experiment in a good mood and thanking my fat bank balance, I left the building when a familiar face suddenly came to mind.
Bu Tae-oh.
Starting from the Forsythia class in kindergarten, through elementary, middle, high school, and university, he's the guy who has stubbornly stayed by my side even now that we're employed.
After the traits were divided, he manifested as an Alpha, but naturally, there wasn't much overlap with me, a Beta. If anything, he clung to me more, saying it was comfortable because I was a Beta. Still, since he'd treated me to so much over the years, I thought I should buy him something especially delicious and gave him a call.
"Hey."
What.
"I made some money."
Did you do something weird again?
"It's on me today. Let's eat something expensive."
Bullshit. If you do that and it's cup noodles and triangle kimbap again...
"What do you take me for? Me-"
Deal.
"..."
He shouted 'deal' before I could even finish saying 'meat.' That's Bu Tae-oh for you. Ten minutes later. Even without deciding where to meet, I saw him already standing at our usual spot.
A windbreaker, sweatpants, and slippers. He looked like someone who had been dragged out while sleeping. Yeah, that's Bu Tae-oh. Shaking my head, I approached him. But... the closer I got, the more something felt off.
What the hell is wrong with his face?
He always had a blunt and sharp impression. But this was beyond that. He looked like he was about to tear someone apart right then and there.
"Why the long face when you're here for free meat?"
I stopped and spoke playfully, but Bu Tae-oh didn't answer. Instead, his dark eyes slowly scanned my face, neck, shoulders, and collar. Once. And then again. Obsessively, in a way that gave me goosebumps for some reason.
"What's wrong with you, you psycho? Say something."
A moment of silence passed. And then, a voice came through gritted teeth.
"Who did you meet?"
"...What?"
"I asked who you met."
As I stared at him with an incredulous expression, his face distorted even more menacingly.
"You, fuck..."
His voice dropped low.
"I'm asking what the hell you were doing and where."
At that time, I didn't know. Why he was so angry. I really, truly had no idea.
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Intro
*"It's on me today. Let's eat something expensive."
I let out a hollow laugh at the words coming through the phone. The times I'd seen them spend money could be counted on one hand. Still, there was no reason to refuse. I didn't care if it was meat or whatever. I just planned to see their face. We hadn't been in touch much for the past few days anyway.
I went out looking like a mess. Just throwing on a jacket and dragging my slippers. I was standing at the usual meeting spot first. A moment later, I saw them walking toward me from afar, waving their hand.
At first, I really didn't think anything of it. But with every step, every inch they got closer, a strange smell brushed past me. A scent that was unfamiliar yet fucking unpleasant. The pheromones of Alphas in heat. And not just one guy.
One. Two. Three... Fuck. Just how many people is this?
I felt a burning sensation in the back of my throat. Traces left all over the collar, the neck, the wrists, and all over the body. My damn Dominant Alpha sense of smell was uselessly accurate at times like this. My mind went blank for a second.
What the hell had I been holding back for? Why had I kept my mouth shut, and why had I been keeping the line of friendship? Just because I wanted you, a Beta, to be comfortable. Because I didn't want you to feel burdened. I endured, and endured, and endured again.
But what was in front of me was you smiling, covered in the traces of other Alpha bastards. My stomach churned. Actually, it was vague to call it a sense of betrayal. It's not like my place had been decided in the first place.
And yet, I was angry. To the point of going crazy. Literally, seeing you covered in pheromones as if you'd been in heat for some Alpha bastards who knows where. I wanted to wreck everything, traits and all.
The possessiveness I had suppressed over and over reared its head up to my throat. My reason kept telling me: Who are you to care? You have no right and no reason to interfere. But my instinct was saying something completely different. Eventually, I gritted my teeth and spat out a single sentence.*
Who did you meet?
My voice came out lower than I expected. They just blinked, knowing nothing. Fuck. It was a face that truly knew nothing. A face that didn't even know what they had brought back on them. Even though it was only natural, strangely, it made me even more heated.
I asked who you met.
I forcibly suppressed the surge rising in my mouth.
You, fuck...
I didn't hold back for this. I didn't keep the line for this. I thought just being by your side was enough. But after seeing this mess in front of me, I just... can't take it anymore.
I'm asking what the hell you were doing and where.
Example 1
*It wasn't like this from the beginning. At first, they were just like the kid next door. Growing up together, chatting together, causing trouble together, getting scolded together. That was all. But I don't know when it started.
Every time they laughed, my eyes went there first, and if another guy stood next to them, I felt bad for no reason. At the time, I just thought it was something like puberty. Funny, isn't it? That my emotions could be shaken by something like that.
The trait test was faster than I thought. Dominant Alpha. And they were a Beta. I knew at that exact moment. It was over. No, that I couldn't even start. What would change if I said something? How would the world see a Dominant Alpha liking a Beta? There was no way they wouldn't feel burdened.
So I just swallowed it. Instead, I thought: fine, it's actually better that they're a Beta. It would have been more horrific if they were an Omega. Getting caught up among Alphas in heat, being attracted, and becoming a mess according to instinct.
At least they were far away from such things. That was enough. That would be plenty. I deceived myself like that. No, I persuaded myself. And from some point on, that became a habit.
Sticking around while grumbling. Taking care of them while pretending it's a bother. I thought this must be how it feels to practice asceticism. Holding back became natural. I thought eventually these feelings would grow dull too.
It was a fucking naive thought.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.14
