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Avulsion

It was instinct that did it. Soongap reached out, and nimble, light fingers rested on the alpha’s wrist. Bongchun went still, his eyes staring at where the touch had landed. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when I first saw you. I want you to know that it’s because of my own experiences that I was like that, not because of anything you did.” Bongchun’s shoulders dropped a fraction with each word and the slow stroke of Soongap’s thumb along his wrist. “I don’t think you’re scary at all.”

Bongchun looked up and held his gaze once more, easing with each breath. But where nerves and apologies had been, concern took its place. “Would you tell me? How did you end up in that cage?”

Soongap recoiled without thought, bringing his hand into his lap and dropping his chin to his chest. It wasn’t that he felt confronted or pressured. The mere mention of the cage reminded him of where all those deep bruises had cut into his flesh and bones. But warmth reclaimed him and pushed up against his outer thigh; Bongchun held his hand and sat closer before gently shushing. “It’s OK. You don't have to say. I just want to make sure I never do anything that would remind you of before.”

Soongap opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, and his body trembled with the exhale. “It’s not that I don’t want to say. It’s simply hard.”

“I understand.”

Looking up at the alpha towering over him, Soongap took in those big dark eyes full of perceived sadness on his behalf. Bongchun would be content with not knowing—Soongap was sure of that. And yet, still, he wanted to share, especially since Bongchun had shared his scars.

“It’s a long story,” he stated.

Bongchun shrugged his broad shoulders. “We have time.”

World as Wide as the Heart

There was a brief pause as Gaeul ladled a small bowl of porridge and passed it to Soongap. She'd already plated her light breakfast. “Now, if I tell you, will you promise not to panic?”

“I promise,” Soongap said, assured by her firm tone and presence despite the crumbling ground he could feel beneath his feet.

“Your heat, I can sense it. It may not be for a while yet, but it’s coming. And if you feel that ache, it’s a good indicator that you’re on the brink.” She arranged her skirts calmly while another silence stretched.

The words didn’t make sense until they slotted together, until Soongap had replayed them three more times in his mind. The panic he’d promised to keep away began to creep up his spine. “My heat?” Soongap asked, his voice cracking under pressure.

“Now, dear, you said you wouldn’t panic,” she stated calmly.

But it was hard not to. Even though Soongap felt the assertion to be truthful before it was made, everything about it twisted him, and old wounds strained under catastrophic imaginings. “I don’t want it—the heats. I don’t want them,” he murmured numbly. “I thought that the medicine—I’d hoped ,” he hesitated, his thoughts a kicked wasps nest. “They said the medicine can damage omegas. Make it so they never feel heats again, even if they stop taking it.”

“You’d hoped that you’d harmed yourself so you could not experience a season of your life, the time that you bloom?” The small kettle began to whistle noisily, and she took it from the fire with expert precision. Soongap was long past the point of worrying that she might burn herself.

Man from the only "bought his love interest to save them from slavery" story that actually pulled it off as not disgusting and glorified abuse, probably because to buy Soongap into safety he had to make himself into an indentured servant for 20 years. So he kind of made himself a slave to save a slave, you get me. Anyway, he's the softest man alive. He takes care of his ailing mother.He nurses Soongap to health. He offers Soongap what little of his own wealth he has for Soongap to leave if he so wishes to. He also goes completely ham whenever Soongap is in danger but he clearly hates violence. He is 203cm tall.

Round 1 battle