Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Ohm

I was sprawled on the bed in my room, phone in my hand like it was glued there, scrolling nothing important just to kill time after dropping Ye Jun off. The restaurant high was still buzzing in my veins, but now it was quiet, too quiet, and my brain decided to betray me completely.

I kept seeing him at the table, the way his lips wrapped around that fork every single bite, all shiny and full, like they were made for something way dirtier than fancy pasta. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, smooth and quick, and god, his shoulders under that shirt, not too broad but omega like and broad enough to look strong but soft where the fabric pulled tight across his chest, nipples probably poking just a little if the AC hit right.

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I pictured his waist dipping in, that ass shifting in the chair when he laughed, round and firm like it was begging to be grabbed, and his legs spread just enough under the table that I could imagine sliding my hand up between them. Everything about him screamed perfect omega, even if he didn’t know I was thinking it, and my dick twitched hard just from the memory.

I mean, what the hell was wrong with me? I’d waited years for tonight and now I was sitting here like a horny teenager replaying how his fingers curled around the glass, veins popping a little, and how his eyes crinkled when he stole my food. He was my dream, straight up. The guy I’d burn the whole damn world down for if anyone even looked at him wrong.

Ye Jun was the only reason I didn’t swallow a bottle of pills back in high school when Dad kept hammering me about being the perfect alpha heir in Thailand, when the bullies had me cornered every other day calling me soft and useless. He’d punch them, drag me out, laugh it off like it was nothing, and suddenly I could breathe again. Without him I’d be dead. Literally. And now here he was, hotter than ever, and I was the one who wanted to ruin him in the best way.

My face got hot. My whole body did. I flipped to Instagram before I could talk myself out of it, thumb flying to his profile. God, he was fine. Picture after picture him at the gym in a tank top, sweat making his collarbones shine, arms flexed like they could pin me down easy. Another one laughing with friends, head thrown back, neck exposed, that little mole right under his jaw I wanted to bite. Beach pics from last summer, shirtless, abs tight and hips sharp, swim trunks low enough to show the V that dipped straight to…. yeah. I zoomed in like a creep, heart slamming. He was everything. My everything. I’d kill for him, die for him, whatever. The thought hit so hard my hand shook.

And just like that I was aching, dick already half-hard in my sweats. I didn’t even think, just shoved my hand down there, palmed myself slow at first, feeling the heat through the fabric. “Fuck, Ye Jun,” I muttered under my breath, because saying his name made it worse and better at the same time. I squeezed, thumb rubbing the head through the material, then pushed the waistband down and wrapped my fingers around bare skin. Slow strokes, up and down, base to tip, feeling myself thicken up fast. My balls tightened when I cupped them next, rolling them a little, tugging just enough to make my hips jerk. I was leaking already, slicking my palm, and the sounds wet, filthy, filled the room while my brain kept flashing his face, his mouth, that laugh, his ass in those jeans when he walked away earlier.

I sped up, fist pumping harder, thumb smearing the precum everywhere, and the moans started slipping out before I could stop them. “Ye Jun… shit, Ye Jun…” Louder each time, because thinking wasn’t enough anymore. I needed his voice. Real voice. Or I wasn’t gonna finish, I just knew it. My hand kept moving, fast and sloppy, while I grabbed the phone again, hit his contact, and called before I could chicken out. It rang twice and he picked up, voice all casual and bright like we’d just left the restaurant five minutes ago.

“Hey, teddy bear! What’s up? I literally just got home, like, two seconds ago. You missing me already or what?”

I forced my voice steady even though my fist was still sliding up and down, slow now so he wouldn’t hear the rhythm. “Yeah, yeah, just checking you got back safe. You know me, old best friend habits die hard. Titi would kill me if I let you wander around alone at night. We should hang with her soon, right? All three of us, like old times. What’d you think of tonight anyway?”

He laughed that loud real laugh that made my stomach flip. “It was awesome, man. The food, the stories god, I haven’t laughed that hard in forever. And you booking the whole place? Extra, but I loved it. Titi’s gonna scream when I tell her. She still talks about you like you’re her giant teddy bear bodyguard.”

I stroked faster, biting my lip hard so the groan stayed inside. “Good, good. Tell me more about the drive home though. Any weirdos on the street? You take the shortcut or the main road? I need details, come on, don’t leave me hanging.”

Ye Jun kept talking, voice warm and easy, describing the cab driver who tried flirting, how he shut it down with some sarcastic line, and every word he said pushed me closer. My hand flew now, slick sounds barely muffled by the phone against my ear, balls drawing up tight. I asked another dumb question…. “Did you eat your mom’s dinner yet or save them?”…. just to keep him going, and he launched into this whole rant about how the pasta tasted even better cold, laughing the whole time.

That laugh did it. I pictured his mouth again, those lips, and my whole body locked up. Cum shot out hard, spilling over my fist, and the moan ripped out loud before I could swallow it….. “Ye Jun…. fuck!” way too obvious, way too wrecked.

There was a beat of silence on his end, then, “Uh… what the hell was that, Ohm?”

I froze, hand still wrapped around my softening dick, cum everywhere, heart hammering like I’d been caught stealing. “Nothing! Jesus, I was just… uh… watching some porn. Bad timing, sorry. Volume was up. You know how it is.”

He burst out laughing, that snort-laugh I loved, and I could hear him shaking his head. “Dude, you’re such a mess. Call me when you’re not mid-jerk, okay? Night, teddy bear. Don’t die of embarrassment.”

He hung up. I stared at the phone, face burning, dick still twitching in my messy hand. Embarrassed? Yeah, but not satisfied. Not even close. The orgasm barely took the edge off because it wasn’t him. I needed more. Needed the real thing, even if it was fake as hell right now.

I wiped my hand on the sheet, grabbed the phone again, and called Pawat. He picked up on the first ring, voice all polished and rich-guy smooth like we were closing a million-dollar deal instead of me being a desperate idiot.

“Ohm, my man! How’s the Seoul life treating the Thai prince? You finally close that deal with the Japanese investors or what?”

I forced a laugh, still breathing hard. “Pawat, you rich bastard, always talking business first. Yeah, investors are fine. Look, I need a favor. Hook me up with Sunoo’s number again. Quick. I’m not in the mood for small talk.”

Pawat didn’t even pause. “Straight to it, huh? You only call that boy when your balls are blue. Fine, sending it now. But dude, you’re gonna owe me dinner next time I’m in town. And tell Sunoo I said hi…. guy’s got expensive taste.”

“Done. Thanks, man. Talk later.” I hung up, texted Sunoo the second the number came through: “My place. Now. Usual rate plus tip if you’re fast.”

He showed up twenty minutes later, knocking once before letting himself in because I’d left the door unlocked like the idiot I was. Sunoo took one look at me still half-hard, sweats barely pulled up, cum stain obvious on the sheets and his face twisted into that pissed-off scowl I knew too well.

“Seriously, Ohm? You can’t even call me yourself like a normal person? You know I like you, you asshole. Actually, I like you. But no, you just throw money at me every time your dick gets lonely. What, your precious boy turn you down already?”

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