NLFSD Chapter 119

Chapter 119 – Call My Name IF Extra 3

Entering through the rear entrance, Jiwoon headed straight for administration. A desk attendant addressed him.

“How can we help you?”

“There’s someone admitted here. My husband… there’s been an accident.”

Then a voice called him from behind — familiar from their call moments ago.

“Secretary Park.”

“You’re here. Please come with me first.”

There was no room for pleasantries. Jiwoon hurried after him.

In the elevator, Park offered a brief explanation.

“The Director is not in the ER — he’s in a private room.”

“…What?”

Should he be relieved it wasn’t the ER? Not in surgery — so safe? His mind wouldn’t settle, questions piling up. Before he could ask, they arrived at the room.

“Is he in there?”

“Yes, but wait a moment. It’s best you hear an explanation first.”

“What explanation?”

“Just a moment, please.”

With a pained look, Park turned. Another familiar face approached down the hall — Driver Kim, whom Jiwoon saw whenever he sent Taecheon off.

“You’ve come.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, but what happened? Is he badly hurt?”

At the barrage, Driver Kim lowered his eyes. This was unlike him — the man who always answered cleanly and without fluff. Dread pricked Jiwoon.

“…”

“Please — explain…”

“…”

Still, silence. Only a beat later did Jiwoon grasp what it meant. The problem wasn’t refusal; it was that words wouldn’t come. Standing before the spouse of the injured, he didn’t know how to frame it.

“What on earth happened? Tell me the truth.”

When Jiwoon pleaded, Park finally spoke, careful.

“Physically, he isn’t badly injured. Driver Kim, who was with him, has only a sprained wrist. The Director likewise has only abrasions and light contusions. However, he is showing an unusual symptom.”

“Unusual symptom… what does that mean?”

Jiwoon couldn’t parse it — irritation flared. No one gave a clear answer. No one would say what condition he was in, or whether he was truly alright. What had happened that they couldn’t meet his eyes or speak plainly?

“What is it — why won’t you tell me?”

His voice rose without his realizing. Passing nurses and patients glanced over, startled.

“If you won’t explain, I’ll see for myself.”

With patience gone, he had nothing left to hold back. He pushed past Park and opened the door. Beyond, sitting up in bed, was Seo Taecheon. As Park had said, no cast, no head bandage.

The only visible injury was a bruise on the cheekbone.

Not badly hurt…

Relief loosened his chest; he moved to rush to the bed — but stopped. Something felt wrong.

“…Taecheon?”

He spoke the name evenly. At the sound, Taecheon turned toward him. In those eyes, turning to find him, Jiwoon felt something foreign.

Did he ever look at me like that?

It wasn’t the man he knew. The gentle gaze he always had for Jiwoon was gone. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t scowling — just cold, indifferent to everything.

In truth, he’d never been especially warm to others; this was his baseline expression. Jiwoon had simply never seen it, because he’d only ever shown tenderness to him.

Why is he looking at me like a stranger? Something is wrong.

He could only be rattled. While he hesitated, speechless, Taecheon spoke first.

“Who are you?”

“…Pardon?”

He doubted his ears. Who am I? For him to ask Jiwoon his name — impossible. He wondered if it was a joke; that felt safer than facing the icy truth before him.

“Who are you to barge into my room uninvited?”

He pressed the question, annoyance edging his tone at the ill‑mannered intruder. Only then did Jiwoon understand — it wasn’t a joke. He truly didn’t know who Jiwoon was. A stranger.

The room spun. His back hit the door; Park caught him quickly so he wouldn’t fall.

“Careful.”

“…Yes…”

With Park’s support, he stayed upright, but could barely hold himself. All he could see were the knit brow and flat, straight‑line lips.

Taecheon drove the wedge home.

“Who are you, exactly?”

“…”

“At least by your face, you’re no one I know. Let’s start with a name.”

Jiwoon swallowed and drew a breath. Stay calm. Whatever this is, stay calm. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his belly — a reflex, a shield.

“My name is Lee Jiwoon.”

He paused, then went on.

“And I am your spouse.”

“…Spouse?”

“Yes. Mr. Seo Taecheon — I’m your Omega.”

Silence fell. No great change crossed his face. Ever the stoic, unreadable — perhaps that was why. He was quiet, then cocked one brow.

“Are you serious?”

The face said it all: not credible.

So this is what they meant by “unusual symptom.” He doesn’t remember me.

It was a blow he could hardly bear — like being shoved into cold water without warning. His whole body went ice‑cold.

“It’s true. Everything I’m saying is true.”

“I’m a lifelong bachelor.”

“Yes. You were — but after meeting me, you changed your mind… you did.”

As Jiwoon’s voice broke, Secretary Park nodded quietly at his side.

“It’s all correct.”

Taecheon’s eyes widened, then squeezed shut — a tell when he was rattled.

“As I explained earlier, this is indeed your spouse. He also works at our company — Assistant Lee Jiwoon. He’s currently on prenatal leave.”

“Prenatal… leave?”

Taecheon’s gaze dipped to Jiwoon’s belly — a slight but visible swell. On slim limbs, the protruding curve was typical of pregnant male Omegas.

“Yes. I’m carrying a child.”

“My child?”

Jiwoon reeled. He couldn’t take more from this Alpha — to be asked if it was “his child.” He feared the question would reach Mango’s ears.

Without answering, he turned away. No one tried to stop him as he bolted into the hall.