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Hongjoong's sleep was restless, plagued by memories that haunted him even in his dreams. In the depths of the night, his subconscious replayed scenes of turmoil and conflict, each moment etched with the weight of his past. A nightmare. He tossed and turned, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions.

It was eleven years ago…

“Attention all students, this is the Principal. Would Kim Hongjoong please come to my office immediately? Again, Kim Hongjoong please report to my office as soon as possible. Thank you.”

He remembers the way the announcement echoed through the halls. Hongjoong was used to it. With a reputation preceding him like a storm cloud, he was no stranger to these summons. Whether it was a major or minor mishap, every month, if not every week, he had to pay a visit to their dear principal. That day was no different, however the trouble he caused was rather serious that time.

Three victims. One of them rushed to the hospital.

Chatter spread like wildfire. At that point Hongjoong had definitely become a deviant. It was most definitely worth it, because he beat up the people who gave trouble to his lover. He believed it was worth it.

As he strode down the corridors, his presence was impossible to ignore, as there was a certain style to the way he walked. Each step felt heavier for him than the last. His frequent visits to the principal's office became somewhat of a routine performance. How he managed to evade expulsion was a mystery – but for those in the know, it was clear: the shield of his influential family protected him like an armour.

His face bore a proud expression. He made no effort to conceal the evidence of his shenanigans. Instead, he wore his injuries like badges of honour. His appearance was an open book to his personality. He remembers his shirt being misbuttoned and untucked, hanging off of his frame in a careless manner. Tie? He must have left it home while rushing to school, abandoned somewhere in the chaos of his morning routine, together with his shoelaces, one of which dangled loosely. His whole person just mocked the very idea of conformity.

The door of the principal’s office closed with a loud bang as he swinged it shut after entering. The dean clearly despised Hongjoong and his entire family, but she couldn’t act carelessly and just kick him out of the school, due to his family. They pumped loads and loads of money into the school in attempts to present themselves as heroes in the local community – but it was all a lie.

Hongjoong was defiant. His every movement dripped with resentment and bitterness towards his father, the man who had abandoned his family. He was strong. He had to be. He just had to. To show them, to show everyone he wasn’t all just talk, that he wasn’t a pussy like his father… He wanted to be better but just rolled deeper in the dirt.

In the end, all he got was a week of detention after all of his classes were over. So foul. All through his life Hongjoong was treated like a prince, and never fully got to understand how to stand up for his mistakes. This all repeated up to one point, from where there was no going forward.

It was by the end of the week of his detention when the incident happened.

Hongjoong’s then long-time lover was Seonghwa, who he considered the epitome of perfection. He was there every time Hongjoong needed a shoulder to cry on. He was beauty and he was grace, Hongjoong found absolutely no fault in him. Seonghwa was the man of his dreams, his tender sweetheart and also someone to feed his passions. He was his muse.

They were in love for a few years already when they underwent their secondary gender examinations. The results of Seonghwa being an omega and Hongjoong being and alpha never really affected them. They never cared. Up until the time when Hongjoong’s first rut came.

It was seven in the morning. They had a test later that day but Hongjoong awoke with a terrible headache and symptoms similar to a fever. He never got sick. Something he also never did was care about skipping school. If he wanted to, he would just do it. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that T-shirt Seonghwa left over at his house and the moment he smelled it he became erect and got a nosebleed. Now that was an issue.

He spent the whole day cooped up in his room, not letting anyone enter. The bigger issue was his lover being overly worried and rushing over to his house the first thing after school. Hongjoong’s closed door couldn’t keep him out as he had a spare key for whatever reason made Hongjoong give him one. When he entered he was overwhelmed by Hongjoong’s raw pheromones.

One thing led to another, and Hongjoong pounced on him.

He still remembers the feeling in his bones. Yes, he was excited, but above everything he was terrified. Terrified of this new nature of him, terrified of hurting the person he treasured the most.

They had slept together before so it wasn’t unusual for them to be in such a compromising situation. But this time it was different. Instead of his usual self it was as if he went crazy and couldn’t hear anything Seonghwa had said to him.

He loved him. Seonghwa loved him so dearly, he would have spent the rest of his life with his boyfriend if it wasn’t for this night. He had no idea what overcame Hongjoong. They ended up sleeping together, and when the morning came the bitemark was already on his nape.

Nothing was the same after that.

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Suddenly, a jolt of fear ripped through Hongjoong, tearing him from the clutches of sleep. His eyes snapped open, the darkness of the room enveloping him like a suffocating blanket. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, heart pounding in his ears like a drum.

For a moment, he lay there, disoriented and trembling, trying to shake off the terrible, terrible dream that kept coming back to haunt him throughout the years, over and over again. But the memories lingered, haunting him like ghosts in the night.

With trembling hands, he reached out, fumbling for the familiar shape of the light switch. Panic was a tight knot in his chest refusing to loosen its grip. But instead of the switch, his fingers closed around the cold surface of his phone, resting on the nightstand.

With a shaky exhale, he glanced at the screen, the harsh glow illuminating the darkness. An alert from one of his employees flashed urgently, demanding his attention. The words blurred together in front of his eyes for the first few seconds of him looking at it, but after the message settled into his brain his eyes popped open and he shot up from the bed.

The word “URGENT!” written in all capital letters settled somewhere in the back of his mind, sending a warning signal to his brain. At first he decided whatever it is, could wait till his working hours start, however before closing his phone he saw the 47 call notifications from two of his managers, and the more than two-hundred other unread emails and messages that he got while being asleep for not more than 4 hours. It was the middle of the night. Something had happened.

He opened the first letter he got from his manager with a groggy demeanour, rapidly blinking away tears that fogged his eyes from the sharp light his phone emitted. He was slow at deterring the message first, but after reading it again and again several times, he broke out in cold sweat.

His first journey that day lead to Wooyoung’s room, but to his surprise when he entered there was no one inside. He even spent the night. Hongjoong walked up and down inside his half-brother’s room, when a dishevelled Yunho bust the door open and burst into the room. They looked at each other for the first few seconds before Hongjoong’s brows furrowed. With quick steps he approached the other and grabbed him by the collar.

“What the fuck is this?” He gritted his teeth, showing Yunho the emails he got. Both of them were pretty unnerved, on the verge of bursting.

“Sir, I…”

“Your sole job was to protect my brother from situations exactly like this one! This is why we pay you this is why we trust you! How could you have betrayed us, no him like that? What if the next thing I know after he left with that unknown man is that they found his body in a gutter?”

Hongjoong was fuming. Yunho never saw him like that. He was usually composed no matter what happened. This made it clear for Yunho just what kind of relationship the two of them had. Hongjoong really did care.

“In this next few hours we will try to find Wooyoung and come up with a plan to respond to the rumours. You can be sure most of the magazines picked up on the topic already and are busy preparing the prints.”

“Sir, if it’s about the family’s name…”

“Are you fucking stupid? I don’t care about that shit, I can restore the name with a single thing I do for the public, the only thing I care about is Wooyoung! What if he end up getting…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. But before any of them could respond his phone rang with the most unexpected name popping up on it. Hi picked it up with trembling lips.

“Yes, Dr. Park?”

As Hongjoong held the phone to his ear, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Dr. Park's voice on the other end sounded urgent, cutting through the haze of panic that clouded his thoughts.

“Mr. Kim…” He stopped to take a deep breath. “It's about Wooyoung.”

“I know” The tone Hongjoong used unknowingly sent shivers down Seonghwa’s spine, momentarily bringing back memories he pushed to the back of his mind. “Is there… a problem at the clinic?”

“Not exactly. It’s about the… news. As you know he left a… well, an alpha” Hongjoong could feel Seonghwa’s voice tremble. His heart dropped to the floor. All this suspension, why couldn’t he just cut to the chase? But behind it was Seonghwa silently pointing out a fact that already lingered in Hongjoong’s thoughts. Fear and dread twisted in his gut, threatening to overwhelm him. Without hesitation, he bolted from the room, his mind a flurry of questions and worst-case scenarios.

Yunho followed close behind, his expression mirroring Hongjoong's concern. They rushed through the empty corridors of the mansion, the darkness of the night pressing in around them like a suffocating shroud.

As they reached the waiting car, Hongjoong's thoughts raced with a million possibilities. What had happened to Wooyoung? Was he hurt? Was he in danger?

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, each passing moment filled with uncertainty and fear. When they finally arrived, Hongjoong's heart hammered in his chest, his hands trembling as he pushed open the doors to Seonghwa’s clinic.

Inside, the sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, mingling with Seonghwa’s painfully familiar fragrance. At first, he instinctively wanted to ask his employee to stand outside, but when Seonghwa saw Yunho his eyes darkened.

“You fucking asshole” was the only thing that came out of his mouth, shocking Hongjoong to the core. Since when did the neat and perfect Seonghwa curse? “How dare you!”

“Well it was you who…”

“Excuse me, both of you can you shut up just for a second and quit the bickering?”

Seonghwa nodded, crossing his arm in defence, deciding to be the bigger person.

“Tell me everything both of you know, this is getting way out of hand!”

“Well then” Seonghwa started. “I have a confession to make.”

“We are listening.”

He wanted to roll his eyes so bad but had to keep his composure.

“It was me.”

Hongjoong and Yunho both answered in unison with a what? The shorter was about to go and grab him too by the collar and shout at him when Seonghwa continued.

“No, not the rumours, I didn’t spread the rumours. The one thing I did was… well, I asked Choi San to take Wooyoung out of there.”

Hongjoong was so angry he almost collapsed on the floor like a whiny child.

“You did what? Whatever for would you do that???”

“Well, I wasn’t in the know that they would go straight to a hotel?” Seonghwa retorted. They bickered like an old married couple.

“You could have told Yunho to go with them!”

“Are you serious? Obviously, you are unaware but Wooyoung was emitting pheromones the moment he saw San at your opening ceremony, what was I supposed to do? Let someone randomly pounce on him, or let the public know your brother is an omega?”

Seonghwa’s words cut like knife. They hit exactly where it hurt the most. He directly targeted his and Hongjoong’s past besides his current conscience.

“No…”

“Right.”

“But you should have notified me? The problems we have with each other should not have stood in the way of my brother’s wellbeing!”

Seonghwa gritted his teeth and glanced at Yunho who pretended not to have heard anything. Hongjoong held eye contact with him for way too long for any of the three to feel comfortable in the room.

“Get out.” Was the first thing that left his lips. Yunho blinked twice before he registered the words, then turned around abruptly, bowed and left in a hurry. The two were now alone in the room, tension so thick one could find it hard to breathe.

“What do you want?” Seonghwa spoke and turned around, showing his back towards Hongjoong. His first instinct was to glance at his nape, and he was ashamed that he felt disappointed for not being able to see his neck, for it was being covered by the clothes he wore.

“There was something else you wanted to talk about, right?”

“Oh, how nice of you for being so keen” Seonghwa added sarcastically.

“So?”

“You know what might happen if Wooyoung went into heat from the pheromones of that alpha and they ended up sleeping together?”

Dread overcame Hongjoong.

---

The following events of the day could be describe as chaotic. They did everything they could to find Wooyoung, and when they did Yunho gave him a stern scolding while Hongjoong had to take care of some of the scandalous paperwork that he had to deal with. His main concern was their father getting wind of this. It was hard to conceal the evidence, based on how it was everywhere. But he could manage up to a point.

When he was notified of Wooyoung returning the first thing he did was rush over to his room. When he entered, he saw his brother, safe and sound, Yunho and… a third person. Blood rushed to his head. His mind immediately associated that it was the alpha Wooyoung had slept with. He rushed over with bloodshot eyes and without a word, punched him in the face. Wooyoung shot up from the ground and flew towards the two.

“What the hell are you doing Hongjoong!?”

“It was you, wasn’t it?” He asked looking at his victim, voice hysterical. Memories of the past flew by in front of his eyes, how he used to beat people up for hurting his Seonghwa. Now it was his Wooyoung.

“Sir?” Yunho asked in a panic as he held Hongjoong back from pouncing on Yeosang.

He glanced at Wooyoung’s state. He had only a bathrobe on, hickeys and bite marks clearly showing how much fun he had the previous night. He trembled in anger. How could he let this happen?

“Turn around Wooyoung” Hongjoong ordered, snapping his arms out of Yunho’s hold.

Without having time to properly register the command Wooyoung was turned with his front towards Yeosang who still lay on the floor holding his hurt face, and his back was towards Hongjoong.

It was a swift motion. A quick move, and Wooyoung’s bathrobe was dropped to the ground. Red sneaked up on his face, shoulders and chest as he stood stark naked in front of his best friend, brother and confidante worker.

“What are you doing?” He screamed back at Hongjoong who grabbed his head to keep it in place. “’Joong’ah?”

“Keep still, I have to check something” he said, and everybody froze watching him. Especially Wooyoung, who shivered when he felt his brother’s cold fingers on his shoulder.

It was painful. Keeping eye contact with Yeosang in this situation. Wooyoung swore he could feel those eyes clawing into his soul. He lay on the floor, holding his face, his nose bleeding subtly, his huge, glistening eyes watching Wooyoung.

Yunho could see Hongjoong inspecting every bite mark that littered Wooyoung’s skin around his neck. It dawned on them, just why he is doing that.

“I wasn’t… marked” Wooyoung dropped his head hesitantly, his hands covering his private parts.

“That’s right, I doubted this fucker could’ve done that.” Hongjoong smirked, and raised the bathrobe from the ground, handing it to Wooyoung.

“What? Who? Yeosang?”

Hongjoong blinked twice at the man on the floor and twice at his brother.

“Yes.”

“He isn’t an alpha.”

Wooyoung’s addition settled dead quiet in the room. Such a mistake from his brother’s part could only be done if he himself is unable to smell pheromones, since Yeosang clearly wasn’t emitting any, and even if he were, those were definitely not alpha pheromones. So for Hongjoong to mess up this bad, meant that he used his judgement rather than his instincts. It also would mean that for some reason he was unable to sense pheromones. He was clearly healthy, so that couldn’t have been an issue. The last thing Wooyoung could think of as in why Hongjoong acted so out of character looking for a bite mark on his neck, was that he also had on of his own. His own bite mark, on somebody else.

And just like that, they fell through the building.

San’s palms covered both of his ears as time slowed down. In fact, everything slowed down, only his brain kept working at its usual speed, circling round and round. His eyes locked with San’s as he saw reality shift by the corner of his eyes. Colors and shapes shifted endlessly. He felt the sensation of falling quickly, but they were going down so slowly it was as if they were completely still. He fell backwards and San fell towards him. When his back was supposed to hit the roof of the building, the impact never arrived, instead it was as if they fell through a glass door. Fake shards of glass shattered into every direction, and they were all glitching. Small pictures and videos showed up on them. They seemed to be fragments of something. Something similar to what he lived through ever since he met San. Were they his own memories? Was he seeing fragments of his own memories of the past few days shattering around him and flashing by? They said if you see your own memories you’re about to die. But was he dying?

 Suddenly, time sped up. The scream that lingered in his throat escaped and echoed through the empty space they were in like a thunderclap. In the same instant San’s hands moved, one resting behind his head, the other behind his back and yanked him towards himself.

In the next moment, Wooyoung’s eyes cleared up. He was sitting behind the wheel of a car, one hand on it, the other on the gear shift. His vision slowly but surely came back entirely, and soon he started realizing what the things that surrounded him were.

The speedometer said 120mph and he had only one hand on the wheel. He had to blink twice to register everything. The window by his side was broken and missing, the rearview mirror had 2 obvious gunshot holes in it, but even then he was able to see 3 cars speeding after them. There was a strange tattoo on his left wrist that consisted of numbers, but he barely managed to notice it as he focused on the road in front of him. The asphalt was wet and the streetlight reflected off of it.

“Oh, he’s awake” said a voice from the backseat.

Wooyoung whipped around his head in a second. It was Yeosang.

“Keep your head on the road babe!” Shouted San from the passenger seat.

“What the fuck is going on?” Wooyoung shouted as he turned back towards the road again.

“We’re being chased by 2 sedans” said Yunho nonchalantly while loading a gun – derived from the sounds that echoed form the backseat. He probably set next to Yeosang.

“Fucking figured that” Wooyoung cried out desperately as he noticed there was a turn in the road coming right up.

“Don’t stop love. You can make it.”

“Kiddings” Wooyoung whimpered and was about to step on the brake when San held onto the gear shift and gave him a meaningful look.

“I know you can” he said. “You hold the speed, I shift. When I say ‘now’ you turn the wheel to the left till it locks. Do you understand me doll?” His voice was calm and full of mischief. Wooyoung wanted to tear off all his hair because there was just no way San managed to be this calm and this hot at a time like this.

“Isn’t it supposed to lock only when I’m going slow?” He screamed as the turn got closer.

San chuckled. Wooyoung felt it was time to turn but waited as San instructed.

“Now!”

Once he heard the command his hands immediately turned the wheel and it did indeed hit the lock. San shifted the gear, and the car turned perfectly, skidding onto the next section of the road.

One of the black cars crashed into the building on their right, not making the turn but the other followed effortlessly.

“Good job Wooyoung!” Yeosang shouted from the back.

Wooyoung gasped for air. San smirked as he looked at him.

“Great job indeed. Wasn’t sure you still had it in you.”

“What the fuck do you mean still? And why the fuck am I driving? Did ya’ll drug me again?”

“As if” Yunho started. “Would’ve been much easier.”

“Whatever do you mean? Then why did I see all those things and then wake up at a totally different place and behind the wheel of a car going 120 mph and being chased by some randoms?” Wooyoung was hysterical but he had a reason to be.

“It’s a long story love” San sighed.

“Well then make it fucking short to resemble your dick more” Wooyoung screamed at them as he maneuvered to not hit the other cars next to them. They were approaching the freeway.

Yunho broke out in a fit of laughter and Yeosang was sure to follow when he saw San’s face.

“Babe???” San asked.

Wooyoung snapped his head at him then back on the road.

“Fuck I have no idea why I said that! Sorry!” He cringed. “It kind of came from the back of my mind you know I’m under heavy stress right now! I haven’t sat in a car since I got my license and that was in like, fucking high school!”

“Crazy ‘cuz you insisted on driving” Yeosang leaned into the middle between the two front seats to look at Yeosang while San was still shocked about the insult his dick just received.

“I did? When? I have no recollection of anything that happened after I just laid foot on the rooftop.”

“The rooftop?” Yunho interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Man that was like, 6 hours ago.”

Wooyoung almost smashed his head into the steering wheel. On a whim, he steered the wheel to the right. That made San slide up against the door and Yeosang fall into Yunho’s lap who almost dropped the gun. Guess seatbelts were not for gangsters. It was as if his driving skills leveled up by a hundred in just a second, something overcame him. At that same time, the car behind them opened fired at the car. Judging his maneuver, it almost seemed like they anticipated the gunshots and tried to duck before they even happened.

“Won’t you make good use of that gun in your hand Yunho?” He said to the tall one who was peeling Yeosang off of him.

“Will if you stop driving like a lunatic. Seems like your balls finally dropped Woo.” He snickered while pulling the window down to turn back and shoot at the black car.

Traffic was heavier on the freeway than in the city and it caused a serious problem for both Yunho who tried to eliminate the enemy, and to Wooyoung who had to keep their speed also while slaloming between cars.

“So what happened in those 6 hours?” He asked while glancing in the rear mirror at Yeosang. “Will it give me an answer as to why I got this tattoo on my wrist next to a whole bunch of blood that I sure the fuck hope is not mine ‘cuz I can’t feel pain for shit from all the adrenaline right now.”

“You seriously think you’d suffer harm while I’m next to you?” San asked, his tone scornful and offended.

“If you flirt with me a single once more while I’m driving our asses out of a car chase I swear I will just crash into the next thing that comes our way!” He screamed at San who pulled back but a smile lingered on his lips still. It was fun for him to see this side of Wooyoung.

“You sure you wanna know man?” Yeosang asked while eyeing Yunho if he needed help. He seemed to be doing good.

“Don’t tell me I killed someone? Not like that other time was my fault” he said nonchalantly and his tone even surprised him. It was definitely not the adrenaline. He was different.

San side eyed him. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a gun. Wooyoung double checked his actions.

“You guys seriously keep a gun everywhere? Even up your fucking asses?” His tone was condescending. Yeosang snorted.

“Man you’re acting so weirdly. It’s your fucking car and pistol. It’s obviously not us who put it there.”

Wooyoung glanced at him through the broken rear. What? His car? His gun? He hasn’t driven a car ever since he was 18, much less did he purchase one but he definitely didn’t own a gun. This had to be some wicked joke.

“Eyes on the road!” San smacked his thighs and Wooyoung immediately snapped back to reality. Worry evident on his face, he followed the road with his eyes but couldn’t actually focus. There were just too many things going on in his brain at the same time. Hs skills were getting sloppy, and eventually he missed a maneuver and scratched the side of their car against the guardrail.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yunho shouted back at him and pulled in from the window. “I almost died!”

“Sorry, I can’t fucking focus anymore! Something’s not right here!”

San glanced at Yeosang and they gave each other a knowing look.

“Hey Yeosang, remember that joke we made the last time? About snatching the wheel.” San asked.

“I surely do, but I hope you don’t think we’re going to try to do it when we’re going 120 mph on the freeway!”

San smiled wide.

“Once again, I need you Wooyoung to trust me. When I say ‘now’ you let go of the wheel and climb over to sit in my lap, and Yeosang takes your spot.” He instructed. When Wooyoung heard what they want to do he looked at San and time once again felt like it had stopped as they held eye contact. It was getting repetitive. San counting down from three, and them having to act when one of them says NOW. It felt like a weird code between the two.

Wooyoung couldn’t nod as a reply that he accepts the idea, so he just blinked slowly with both of his eyes at the same time. Fear made him freeze. There was just no way this bullshit plan would work out. San looked at the road up ahead them. They passed a road sign that signaled there will be a curve in the road coming up. They knew they had to make the swap before they reach it because Wooyoung didn't have enough presence of mind to do what they did before leaving the city. He’d just crash the car.

Up front the only car next to them was a red Beetle. All of them knew this was their chance to make the swap. San squeezed Wooyoung’s things in an attempt to divert his attention to him. Then, once again he used the word Wooyoung heard so often from him.

“Now baby.”

Wooyoung let go of the wheel so fast that if h could’ve threw it then it’d long be flying out the missing window on his right. With that same motion he stomped on the gas pedal to lift himself up and the car swiftly took off, but he managed to get up and hopped into San’s lap who hugged him from behind to hold him close. When he looked back at the wheel, Yeosang was already holding it as he climbed into the front seat. He didn’t seem to waste any time as the turn got closer, he stepped on the brakes as he shifted the gear. Yunho held onto the grab handle for dear life in the back. Wooyoung held onto the grab bar as well with his left hand, while he held San’s thigh with his right one. San had both of his hands around Wooyoung’s waist. They barely made the turn. The black sedan that was speeding after them ended up crashing into the barrier and explode.

“Oh my fuck.” Wooyoung breathed as he kept grabbing around San’s upper leg.

“Can’t get yourself to thank god?” He mocked and slid his own hand down Wooyoung’s leg who shifted in his spot from the feeling.

He turned back to look at San. Both of their chests were heaving up and down from the adrenaline they got from all of this car chase thing. Wooyoung wanted to snap at San for flirting with him again but their lips were so close in this position the only thing he managed to do was blush while searching the other’s eyes for answers.

“Do you have a tissue?” He managed to say in the end, quite lowly after the way he shouted just a few seconds ago.

San didn’t answer, just put his hand into the front pocket of Wooyoung’s jeans without breaking the eye contact. Woo gulped. Before pulling his hand out, he caressed Woo’s inner thigh with his thumb, then flipped out a single tissue. Wooyoung would never admit that he shivered. He just raised his eyebrow and said a small “huh” because clearly he had no idea he had a tissue but San knew in his stead.

“I gave them to you earlier. You said they’d come handy after I’m done with you.” He admitted and Woo’s whole face turned bright red. In just what setting did he ever say something so shameless to this man?

Yeosang coughed but Yunho was clearly enjoying the show. They left the freeway and were approaching another city. None of them knew if this was a sane idea based on the chase they just had to endure, but Wooyoung didn’t even have any idea in what city they were, and as it was night and all of them looked pretty roughed up they clearly needed a place to rest. A Motel maybe.

“Where are we going ‘Sang?”

“Mingi gave us a checkpoint before we get back. Said they’ll arrive tomorrow, or during the night, hinges on the extent to which they're hindered by the enemy.” He said, and slowed down.

“We were also to arrive during the day tomorrow, but due to your insane idea that you’ll drive we managed to save like 12 hours for us. Potential rest time.” Yunho yawned leaning on the door.

“I suggested that?”

“Yeah. None of us thought you were much of a lunatic driver but you were until…”

“Until I woke up. Isn’t that right?” Wooyoung said and the atmosphere became gloomy. “You guys know what’s going on don’t you? Did you drug me again?”

San face-palmed.

“That’s not the case…” Wooyoung turned to look at him again but changed his mind mid move so he just pretended to move around as if he was relaxing his sore muscles. San groaned.

“What?”

“Please… don’t move around like that…”

When Wooyoung realized what he meant he almost slapped him. Yeosang made a face that made it obvious he tried not to hear anything of what just happened while Yunho snickered. Really, only a bowl of popcorn was missing from his hand.

The journey wore on in hushed anticipation, every mile passing with a weighty silence. Finally, Yeosang veered into a desolate parking lot, the glow of neon casting an eerie sheen on the shabby facade before them. The bold letters spelling out "M-O-T-E-L" flickered persistently.

They got out of the car one by one. As the four of them stood there Wooyoung was finally able to get a good look at them. They looked different than the last time they met and it was only a week ago. Yeosang was clearly a lot more muscular, and Yunho’s face slimmed down. San on the other hand looked the same. Wooyoung thought, maybe he remembered them differently than how they actually looked while San’s memory was more vivid in his mind. But that wasn’t the case. He realized that when he looked at his own reflection on the window of the car.

His eyes widened. His own image was nothing similar to how he looked just that morning. His hair was long, almost reaching his shoulders, tied back into a ponytail. His eyes held a dark expression, purple bags under it. He was dusty and full of smaller-bigger wounds. One spread across his nasal bridge, but his lips were also torn. Compared to him, San was in a better shape. He just looked tired and messy.

Wooyoung looked visibly confused. The others noticed his state and frowned with distaste. Yunho snatched some keys from Yeosang and flipped them around in his hands.

“Okay lovebirds I’m gonna’ share one of the rooms Hongjoong booked for us with Yeosang until the others arrive. I don’t feel like getting involved in your lover’s quarrel.” He joked and was on his way as San sighed. Yeosang pet his shoulder.

“Good luck man. It’s never easy.”

Both of them watched as they walked away. They were long gone and still none of them spoke. Wooyoung watched San as he kicked the messed up tires of the car.

“Will you not speak?”

“Just because they put the responsibility on me it doesn’t make confessing easier.”

“Come on, it’s not like you’re going to profess your love to me. You’re just a dog that barks but doesn’t bite.” Wooyoung snickered and ran a hand through his hair. The feeling of his grown-out locks felt unfamiliar. He spent a moment skimming through it.

“You’re right.” San admitted. His tone was different. It was full of sorrow. “This needs a different approach…” He mumbled.

Wooyoung put his hands on his waist. He pretended to be patient but he was anything but that.

“So?”

“Hold out your hand. The one with the tattoo.” San said and Wooyoung whipped it out sassily.

Once his hand was out San raised his own as well, and placed it next to Wooyoung’s. In that moment, it was as if something activated, the tattoo started glowing and memories flooded Wooyoung’s brain. They were memories he didn’t remember experiencing, but they were real, and they were all his. They were memories full with the others, but mostly San. San and his endearing eyes. His beautiful smile. Wooyoung started understanding why San felt like home. They knew each other. All of them did, in fact. He had a life he had no idea about. No, more like countless lives. Every time the memory got interrupted it started again from the day of his promotion when he got on the train and met some. It was like some kind of never ending loop. His eyes filled with tears.

“What’s going on Choi San?”

“I knew it was different this time. That this time is the one. This is NOW.”

The following week felt like a fever dream. After what happened to him, nothing felt real for Wooyoung. It all seemed like a façade put together by something. Nothing and no one felt real. The coffee didn't taste the same, the colors didn't look the same, the eyes meeting his didn't feel the same. 

Every two hours Wooyoung turned on the news even when he wasn't at home to see if there would be a report made on the attack but there were none. 

At first he wondered if was only the government trying to gatekeep the information, but later he noticed nobody was talking about it. Nobody whispered about the explosion of the train, nobody gossiped about opposing gangs shooting each other dead without hesitation, nobody broke down in fear from dead bodies littering the streets of their city. It was as if none of it even happened. 

But it was real. Wooyoung knew it was real, the aching pain in his stomach and the sight of it in the mirror reminded him every morning just how real it was. He ended up going to the hospital as per San's advice because he just couldn't get it out of his mind - and got the stiches checked. It was a clean work - said the doctor. It was so clean in his opinion that he asked just who had such superb equipment and Wooyoung had to reply he got it done abroad. Even with that, he was given strange looks.

Yeosang however, was absent from work ever since then. Wooyoung didn't text him and neither did he reach out. Wooyoung promised he would forget all about them but he just couldn't. The events of that day lived so vividly in his mind he fell victim to them every now and then. He started feeling like he was crazy. Like he imagined it all, like it was just a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

He became paranoid. As if there was a man on every corner coming for his life. Even tough he knew that shouldn't be the case, he couldn't believe it. 

Wooyoung sat at his regular spot at the café on the corner of his office. The place was small, but usually packed with costumers - truly the example of great marketing. The walls inside were bare bricks covered by live wisteria tendrils. Wooyoung enjoyed staying there. It was a spot he frequented so often they knew him by name, knew his mother by name, knew his favorite drink and what he would order based on his complexion when he walked in. It was his safe place. And he wanted to believe it was actually safe.

That illusion came to a halt the moment he looked up from his laptop and saw a familiar man at the other end of the shop, staring right at him. 

A whole week passed that felt crazy but on the contrary nothing happened. A whole week, where instead of his life going back to it's previous state it just deteriorated and when it was finally Friday, finally the day when he could just sit back and think maybe he was the crazy one to imagine things when actually nothing was coming for him - he was now staring at the exact person who was coming for him. 

He dropped the mug from his hand and it shattered loudly on the ground.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" The shopkeeper rushed over and checked on Wooyoung. Her worry was evident. 

Wooyoung barely managed to force out a smile due to how shocked he was but he knew he had to pretend. 

What if he was imagining things again?

"Yes, I'm so sorry for troubling you like this I have no ide what got into me!" He quickly stood up in an effort to help but the lady pushed him back down.

"You go and sit, I'll clean it up. Should I bring you another cup of coffee?"

Wooyoung glanced at San again. He blinked with both his eyes slowly, as if signaling to accept the gesture from the host. Wooyoung gulped.

"Thank you."

As the owner disappeared behind the counter Wooyoung's eyes darted over to San again. He had an elbow on the desk, holding his chin up. His thin eyes bore into Wooyoung like a shark's teeth into its prey. There was a coy smile on his lips as he tapped the ground rhythmically with his dress shoes. He wore black suit pants and a white shirt with a double strap harness belt. He was truly a vision. 

Wooyoung on the other hand looked like he survived a zombie apocalypse, even more then he did before. He was disheveled, clothes unironed, shirt buttoned wrong, tie loose and crooked, hair all over the place, the circles under his eyes darker than those intense eyes of San. 

The lady came back with a brand new mug and placed it in front of Wooyoung who looked soulless as if he saw a ghost. 

"Here you go- Wooyoung?" She asked, waving a hand in front of his cloudy eyes. 

He took a moment to snap out of it.

"Yes that's me, what's up?" 

She looked stunned. 

"My goodness, you look awful. Pulled another all-nighter again?"

"No I- actually yes, yes I did. Work's been busy lately."

"I can tell." She said and stepped on her toes. "So- are you dating anyone right now?" She asked just when Wooyoung took a sip of his coffee. 

It was a terrible mistake. The beverage was hot, the question was uncalled for, he was on edge - and it all lead down to him spitting it out all over the desk and his laptop after banging his knee loudly into the underside of the table. Fucking god.

She pulled out a napkin and tried cleaning down the affected area but it was no use, the computer already went to shit - similarly to Wooyoung's future. 

"No, Mindy, I'm not. In fact, I think I actually have a rendezvous with the devil coming up soon" he managed to say between a few heavy coughs, wiping away some teardrops that built up in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked awkwardly, her attempts ruined by his unusually strange behavior.

Wooyoung looked around and signaled for her to pull closer, as if he was about to whisper confidential top secret military data to her. 

"I think I'm seeing ghosts. No, I'm imaging people who never existed to manifest in front of me." 

She pulled away with a grimace, but ended up considering what he said to be real upon seeing that oh so serious expression on his face. 

"I think you need an exorcism." She ended up saying.

Wooyoung clapped a hand on his mouth.

"You might actually be right!"

Suddenly, he wanted to stand up to hug her as a thanks, but just outside the door of the café the sound of a gunshot broke the idyll. 

And just like that, the memories of a week before came flashing back to Wooyoung. The empty school grounds, the train full of thugs, the embrace from behind, passing out and then waking up on a battleground, gunshots, men fighting, blood, cold, pain, more blood. 

He started shaking. His eyes couldn't focus. He just stared blankly as he saw from his peripheral vision how the people in the shop started panicking and evacuating. The sounds were numb, he was numb, he was totally spinning out of it when hand curled onto his nape. 

"Hello love."

The voice was just as how he remembered it from their first meeting. In the few seconds he was out of it San got next to him and Wooyoung instinctually pulled away as he learnt from their first meeting he might be injected with something again. He stared at the muscular man with huge eyes. San seemingly understood why he pulled away and grinned.

"Clever" he spoke "but not clever enough."

Before Wooyoung could question what he meant he was grabbed on the nape again and forcefully pulled to the ground. He fell right on top of San, who immediately covered both of his ears with his gloved hands, just as the glass walls of the café blasted open in an explosion.

Another attack. 

Wooyoung shook in his whole body. He was utterly terrified. His ears were ringing, and probably bleeding too. His vision was blurry but he could make out fragments of rubbish everywhere, fires starting and people running. San squeezed his waist. 

"As much as I enjoy you being on top of me, we should run" he said with the greatest smile on his face.

Wooyoung had no idea what got into him. He should have pushed San away and ran for his life, he should have screamed for help, that he was being targeted by terrorists, but instead he stood up, pulling the other with him, and letting him take him. 

San's always smiling face and eyes, his calm and seductive tone, his overall alluring behavior was doing things to him and he felt like obeying completely. It just felt natural to submit to him, even if it meant endangering his own life. 

San held him by the hand as they ran towards the back door while more gunshots were fired in the back. In the matter of seconds, they were out in an alley behind the shop, two tall brick walls on their sides. Their hands didn't let go. 

San looked in both directions. His gaze was different, but Wooyoung still couldn't look away from him. He seemed like a predator on a hunt. His grip was firm, no hesitation in his moves. On the right end of the alley was the road from where the explosion came, the left end held unknown qualities, and that's where they started going towards. Hand in hand, they stepped with a quick pace Wooyoung almost couldn't hold. It seemed like a solid escape plan.

The vailing of police, ambulance and firetruck sirens cut trough the air that smelled of smoke and sulfur. Wooyoung wondered if this will also end up being a topic nobody will talk about. But the explosion of a café seems like such a bummer compared to the explosion of a train over a viaduct, and as how that was ignored, this case was as good as dead. It was suspicious how chaos seemed to erupt around him lately.

Two people approached them from the front.

Wooyoung tried to pull his overly sweaty hands away but San held them in place, and even intertwined their fingers. Wooyoung gulped. The two men seemed obnoxious, and he noticed how San had lead him to stand in a way that he'd almost entirely be covered by San's body. He stood to San's right, with his left hand in San's right. As he walked behind San's back, he noticed a gun strapped to his waist on the side closer to him. Oh well, it's only natural that a gangster has a gun - he thought.

The two man got even closer, and their harmful behavior was obvious now. They had both of their hands in their pockets, hoodie covering their eyes. San stopped a good distance away from them, and Wooyoung bumped into his back. He was like a brick wall.

"Close your eyes" he whispered and before Wooyoung could register the command San had reached back with their still intertwined hand, grabbed the gun and pulled it forward. The motion lead to Wooyoung clashing into San's back, his head on San's shoulder from the side, one of his hands holding San's and the gun, the other wrapping awkwardly around San's waist.

He held out the gun for a second, but that time wasn't enough for the enemy to retaliate. He fired. Two shots. Clean. Straight into the head. They fell lifelessly to the ground as Wooyoung inhaled the gunpowder and pulled away in fear. Just now, his hand was on a pistol with which he killed two people. They were laying on the ground, a pool of blood forming next to them.

"I told you to close your eyes." San said and turned entirely towards Wooyoung. He towered above him, blocking his view from the gruesome event that played out.

"Are you serious right now? I just- you just-" he was at a loss for words. "I just held onto a gun while you shot two men with it!" 

San raised his brows.

"That means you shot them."

"Liar! You wouldn't let go of my hands!" Wooyoung screamed and ran his hands trough his hair. He felt like he was about to have a panic attack.

"I just killed two men! And for what? Are you at least going to rob them?" He asked hysterically and San couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. 

"I was just fooling around. I'd never let you take the blame, love." He said and stepped closer. There were barely 8 inches between their faces. San held out his hand and put it over Wooyoung's face. The gesture made his panicking stop. He looked up at San, terrified. 

"Then I was an accomplice."

"Can't say that's a lie. But you were sexy during it."

"Are you seriously flirting with me in a place and time and situation like this?"

"I can take you to dinner later if you preferred that for an ideal opportunity for flirting."

Wooyoung slapped San's chest. He was insanely annoyed and troubled by that man, but he couldn't say he didn't find him utterly intriguing. Just what did it take to shoot someone in cold blood like that? San held Wooyoung's hands on his own chest while they locked eyes.

Wooyoung felt an odd sense of similarity. San felt similar. He felt safe. He felt like something Wooyoung knew a long time ago. It was odd. Even the heartbeat he felt vibrating on his palms felt like Wooyoung knew it. The yes boring into his own were eyes Wooyoung was familiar with. 

San smiled seeing his expression.

"So what do you say to that date?"

"..."

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"You make me go crazy."

Wooyoung pulled his hands away, but San grabbed his waist and pulled their bodies together. A sense of fear washed over Wooyoung as flashbacks hit him again from their first meeting. San sensed it and blinked slowly, as if reassuring him.

"I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want."

"Should I say thank you?"

"You should." San said plainly and in that exact moment gunshots were fired at them.

Wooyoung shirked into San's hold. He grabbed his shoulder with both of his hands and before he could say anything, they launched into the sky.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck San what the fuck!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, holding on for dear life. 

Wooyoung wrapped both of his legs around San's waist while the other only held him with one of his hands. The other gripped onto a steel wire. The end of the wire connected San's whole chest to something that was pulling them off the ground. It was a carabiner. Wooyoung didn't notice when San had installed it or how, but they were rapidly going up between the walls of the two buildings. 

The next time Wooyoung felt solid ground under their weight was when they reached the top of the building and San him on the ground. Wooyoung fell on the ground and held onto it with both of his hands. 

"As much as I love hearing you say my name and so many fucks in the same sentence the tone might have been a bit harsh." San announced while he unclicked the wire from his outfit. 

Wooyoung gave him a glare.

"A fucking heads up would've been great you insane motherfucker!" He stood up and was on his way to hit San who countered the attack by placing him in a headlock, securing his arm around Wooyoung's neck.

Their bodies pressed together and Wooyoung didn't even have an inch to shuffle away.

"Lovely show ya'll are putting on" they heard a voice from behind their backs. 

San let go of Wooyoung right away and pulled his glock out, turning towards the source of the voice.

"If you sneak up on us like that a single once more, I'm blowing your head off again." San snarled, and ran a hand trough his hair, frustrated. 

Wooyoung's breath skipped a beat.

What did San mean by again?

"Wooyoung-"

"I won't be talking to you Yeosang." He retorted instantly.

"Wonderful, we're such a big happy family!" Another person spoke. 

It was Yunho. Wooyoung managed to recognize him. The four of them stood on top of he 4 story building. As he looked around, Wooyoung saw that the city was in shambled. Fires and smoke everywhere, explosions happening in real time in the distance. The noise of traffic and commotion - a riot. 

"What... what's going on?" He asked with a shaky breath. "And why am I involved with any of it?" 

He wanted to hear the others say none of this was real. It was just a joke. He wanted to wake up and realize it was all a dream. But it was always San's eyes snapping him back and assuring him that in fact, it was real. That sharp and intense gaze fixating on him. Other's would find it intimidating, but for him, it felt like home. I should not have. They didn't even know each other. Wooyoung was utterly confused. San was a stranger. A stranger, he should have avoided at all cost, and now there he is again, entangled in this crazy business from head to toe. 

San looked at his wrist. There was nothing on it, but he looked as if he was reading down some data from it. As if, he could see something Wooyoung couldn't. 

"Ten seconds." He said.

Wooyoung froze. Blood was rushing trough his whole body. 10 seconds until what? Until another explosion? Or until somebody finds them? Will they have to flee again?

"Noted. I'm giving feedback to the captain. The product is with us."

Feedback? Who is this captain they are talking about? Does he mean the others Wooyoung met the other time? Where are they? What product is Yunho talking about? Why is he in all of this anyway? What's going on? What will happen in 10 seconds?

"Doll."

Wooyoung's eyes must have been darting all over the place, because when he looked up San was towering above him again. Both of his gloved hands were on Wooyoung's ears. 

"Five."

It felt the same as in the café. Wooyoung thought another explosion was coming. He couldn't hear the words the other formed due to his ears being blocked, but saw him mouthing each letter.

"Four."

San was counting back again. Just as how he did on their first meeting. Wooyoung pursed his lips together on account of the eerie memory. 

"Three."

Wooyoung couldn't look at anything else besides San. 

"Two."

The letters rolled off gently from his lips. 

Wooyoung felt a vibration hit his body. The world slowed down. San's lips curled into a cheeky grin. 

"Do you trust me?" He breathed almost onto his lips as he leaned in way too close. 

"No." Wooyoung replied, but no voice left his throat, just the empty gesture of speaking.

"Good boy." San said.

He held his hands still on both sides of Wooyoung's face and pushed him forward forcefully. Wooyoung prepared himself for the hard impact, but it never came. 

"One."

They fell trough the building.

“Sir, the young master's secondary gender examination papers arrived from the hospital.”

Mr. Jung kept looking at the documents on his desk, seemingly uninterested, but a from appeared on his aged forehead nevertheless. He flipped the papers and signed some of them, eyeing the infinite amount of business proposals presented to the company. After several minutes of silence, he lifted his pen from a contract. 

Mr. Jung kept his eyes on the documents scattered across his desk, fingers tracing the edges of contracts and business proposals that had been submitted for the company’s consideration. He didn’t glance up, but a furrow appeared on his aged forehead. His unspoken words built tension as the silence stretched. Finally, with a sigh, he lifted his pen from a contract.

“What does it say?” His voice was clipped, and he gestured for the man to present the results.

The employee hesitated, but eventually pulled out the papers. He maintained a stoic expression as he read the familiar results aloud, masking his own curiosity.

“It remains the same. His secondary gender is still classified as undetermined.”

The sound of a fist slamming against wood echoed through the room. Mr. Jung’s face twisted in anger, eyes narrowing.

“Useless child... just like his mother.” The words dripped with venom, but the outburst was brief. He exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face, and leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie in an attempt to regain control. “Keep this information hidden. Nobody shall be informed about his condition. We cannot let this tarnish the family name or the Jung Group’s reputation.”

“Understood” the butler responded, sealing the envelope before placing it among the many others gathering dust on a nearby shelf. He then returned to his position in front of the desk, waiting for further instructions.

Mr. Jung resumed to looking at the papers on his desk, and after a long pause, he spoke again, voice quieter this time, though no less cold. “Where is he anyway?”

“I believe he’s attending a University Freshmen welcome party at his campus.”

“That brat...”

---

"Wooyoung! Man, it's great to see you! Where have you been?" Mingi opened his arms in the heat of the moment and enveloped Wooyoung in a tight hug.

"Just some regular health check. You know how my father is." The black haired replied, snatching a red cup from a nearby guy's hands then sipping into it.

"Oh" Mingi started, sipping his own. "Anything new?" He asked with a sly smile plastered onto his stupidly handsome face, eyes glancing at Woo trough yellow shaded sunglasses.

"Nah. It's all good, I'm still me" Wooyoung laughed and looked around, the loud music seeping into his bones, engulfing him in the spirit of the party.

Mingi scoffed and started leading them away from the entrance, into a different area where the hustle and bustle of countless people thickened.

"Enjoy it while it lasts" he replied, grabbing a bottle of unmarked liquor and poured into both of their cups. "If it turns out that you're an omega, let me have a taste of that ass" he laughed and gulped it all down.

"You wish" Wooyoung replied with a disgusted face, and downed it all just like Mingi. He was surprised by the funny taste, he never quite had alcohol like that before, but the aftertaste washed over him with a shiver. "I know what I am, and it's definitely not that." He continued. "My father's side has a strong bloodline, all of them being dominant alphas, every son, for generations on. I'm just a late bloomer." He shrugged with a self centered grin.

"Ah sureee sureee" Mingi smiled, mirroring the grimace. "But your mother is an omega."

Woo's smile dropped, a glint of annoyance between his brows. He reached to pour another drink.

"Sure, but I'm nothing like my mother" he replied. Mingi's facial expressions also changed as he noticed Wooyoung tensing. "After all, I know how to use this well" Woo hinted at his crotch with his hands "a useless omega wouldn't know."

"Yeah man" Mingi agreed, high fiving him. "So what's the plan for tonight?" He asked, winking.

Wooyoung looked around eyeing the countless girls swaying in rhythm with the music, their short and tight dresses showing just enough for Woo to lick his lips. Of course he came here with a plan, that being hooking up with the hottest chick. And maybe, getting his best friend Yeosang with someone but he vanished the second they arrived.

Isn't it hot in here?

"The usual" he replied, and Mingi knew what he meant right away. After all, they were friends for a while now, and partied together on several occasions.

Mingi was an alpha, and he was annoying enough to let everyone around him know this fact. Wooyoung has no idea how many times he heard the story of how his secondary gender developed so early in middle school, and how he's been a king ever since. To everyone, it seemed like Mingi was winning in life. He was tall, handsome, came from a wealthy and powerful family. He aced all his exams and in sports as well. All the girls wanted him, from all genders. Mingi relished in his popularity. But Wooyoung was sure there was more behind that 2000 Watt smile of his. 

"Talking of the usual" Mingi started "there are some fine chicks glancing our way, and they are definitely eyeing you" he smirked and dapped Wooyoung. "Go get them, I already got my eye on someone for the night" he said, pushing Wooyoung on the back a little as he licked his lips glancing over to the side at a red haired girl. 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, and after downing yet another drink that was just lying around on the counter, he made his way over to those girls.

God it's hot in here.

"Hello Ladies."

"Wooyoung! We though you weren't coming" one of them said, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. 

Wooyoung laughed, putting a hand trough his hair.

"You kidding? I'd never miss a party you attend" he smirked, leaning closer, and he saw a hint of pink dust the cheeks of the girl. 

Jackpot. 

---

After making out against a pillar in the hallway where they were visible to everyone, Wooyoung led the girl to a more secluded area, still on the ground floor. The music was loud, pumping inside their chests and he could feel it's vibrations resonation on the tongue of the girl as he was sucking on it. He wasn't shy to explore her body, his experienced hands sliding under her short skirt, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. Victory seemed sweet. She was so easy. They all were. That's why Wooyoung didn't care to date them and just fucked them. Some people even came back for seconds, claiming there was just something about him that captivated them. This made Wooyoung proud, as he was able to achieve this without the bewitching pheromones those emitted and absorbed who had developed their secondary gender. It felt nice to be normal not tied down by those senseless and ridiculous instincts that overcame several of his acquaintances on many occasions. He found it ridiculous to be driven crazy like that. He thought those who succumbed were nothing less than pathetic. 

"Whoa, you seem really into this" the girl said panting while she parted from him, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Wooyoung was drunk on the kiss and his brain didn't even register what she said at first. 

"What do you mean?" He managed to speak but he just felt so hot, his mind was foggy. He wiped away the heavy sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. GOSH it was hot in there.

"I mean you're rock hard" he laughed awkwardly, 

"What?" Wooyoung asked surprised, looking down. And indeed he was. He felt how awkward the  air got between them and quickly tried to save it. "Yeah. 'cus you're so pretty." He smirked stepping closer but she pulled away. "What?"

"I- I think I'm just gonna go. This might just be too fast for me" she spoke and already turned around to leave.

"The fuck you mean too much? Didn't you just want to fuck?" He shouted after her, annoyed. She went up to the second floor and Woo after her, but when they reached the top of the stairs she turned back to shout at him.

"Just fuck off will you? And do something about your smell, you stink" she spitted. 

His clothes and hair were sticking to his sweaty body and with this bullshit he just had enough. He tried storming into the bathroom on this floor but as he opened the door he spotted some people making out so he just made his way out and went to the 3rd floor. He wanted needed to be alone. The heat and dizziness was making him mad. Maybe he had too much to drink already. Fuck this situation was just too embarrassing for him.

Luckily, no one was in the washroom when he stormed in, immediately leaning on the sink, ripping his shirt open and splashing cold water all over his face and neck. Once he was soaked he glanced at himself in the mirror and he almost didn't recognize the person who was staring back at him. His face was flush, lips parted, chest heaving heavily up and down, eyes so clouded he felt his vision go blurry. There was no way merely kissing would get him into such a state. He glanced at his crotch and indeed, he was rock hard. But he also noticed how there was a stain on his pants. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser and started rubbing it on his pants furiously, ignoring the shivers the movement sent down his spine. After a while of rubbing he wanted to throw out it out but when he glanced at the napkins they were dry. His eyes went wide and he resumed the wiping, put it was the same. So he didn't pour anything on himself? Then why was there a stain? He definitely didn't piss his pants, that was a given. As he was furiously trying to get off the stain he suddenly got dizzy and steadied himself on the sink once again. Breathing heavily, he glanced in the mirror once again and saw someone exiting one of the stalls. His blood ran cold. The man wore all black, baggy clothes. He stood awkwardly there, gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles went white. He eyed Wooyoung for a second then turned to leave when Woo started sobbing. The man stopped and give him a worried look instead of speaking.

"I can't- I can't get it off" Wooyoung sobbed as he slumped on the ground hand still on his crotch. 

The person who initially wanted to leave hurriedly swung the door open, then picked up Wooyoung princess style and hurried out of the room. With no better idea popping up in his mind, he barged into an empty classroom and locked the door behind them. 

He put Wooyoung down near the cathedra, then left to stand in the other end of the room, and put his hand over his mouth and nose. Why didn't he leave? Even he wasn't sure. Wooyoung managed to prop himself up but was about to fall back, completely lost in his trance. His eyes were clouded from lust and tears that couldn't stop falling, and his jeans seemed painfully tight over his hard on. He kept squirming, helplessly crawling on the floor towards the other.

"Why are you so far away? You smell so nice" he spoke with a broken voice, sound whiny and needy.

"You can't come near me, you are not of sound mind right now!" The stranger spoke sternly, but his voice was also getting weak.

Wooyoung cried out and slumped on the floor.

"Please... it hurts so much, I'm so scared I don't know what's going on... please I need to smell you again I need it." He cried, unbuttoning his own shirt because the heat was unbearable.

No noise came from the stranger, he stood still in the other side of the room and watched Wooyoung without a single blink of his eyes. Wooyoung couldn't manage to unbutton all of his shirt, only the upper half, exposing his toned chest, but he was way too eager so he just went and started unzipping his pants too, grinding against his hands in the process, breathy moans leaving his puffy lips. His hands struggled with the button of his jeans, making him cry again in sheer frustration from not being able to get release. His sobs and moans echoed trough the room.

"Please... I need you."

It was as if Wooyoung's words worked wonders, the man opposite him took one trembling step forward. His hard on was visible even from so far away and he struggled to walk properly. It looked like his brain was keeping him back but his body still wanted to go, the two being in a wrecking disagreement against each other. Slowly but surely he was inching closer to Wooyoung who lay on the floor with half undone clothes, a messy hair and an even messier face. When the stranger reached Wooyoung, he was on the floor next to him in an instant, and gobbled Woo into his arms like a baby. The stranger sat on the floor with open legs and pulled Woo into his arms, holding him close to his body. He begun pulling off Woo's pants while inhaling his scent deeply from his neck. Wooyoung moaned into the embrace and shifted his his hips in an attempt to straddle him. The attempt was desperate, and could only happen with the help of the guy. Once fully seated on his lap, Wooyoung kept kissing and licking the other's neck, as the hands of the other slowly worked down to squeeze Woo's delicious ass cheeks.

"Ah!" Escaped a high pitched moan Woo's lips, and he grinded his hips against the other's, earning a groan in response. "Take off your clothes" he managed to blurt out in a broken voice.

"You sure you'll be okay?" The stranger spoke but didn't get an answer. Instead, dozens of kitten licks and sucking on his soft skin was the reply from the one he held so carefully in his arms. It was painfully hard to hold back. The sight before him... the smell of sweet sweet pheromones, the sheer presence of this omega... it made him feel like he was about to go crazy.

"Don't hold back" Wooyoung grinned, licking his lips. "And tell me the name I shall moan tonight". He spoke, not even realizing the situation he was in. It was as if his brain failed to register the seriousness of the events that were about to play off.  

The sentence sent shivers down the other's spine as he stared into those beautiful black eyes, while his hands started undoing his own pants and ripping apart Woo's soaking wet underwear.

"San" he said softly as he pulled out his hard cock. Wooyoung was so lost in staring at his face, that he only noticed a dick was by his ass the moment it touched his rim.

"Wa– wait wait wait wait wait Sa– ah!" He couldn't finish his pleas as he felt the shaft slide into him.

The pleasure was unthinkable. Nothing like he ever felt in his life before, and he was sure around a lot. Neither of them could comprehend the feeling, their minds going completely blank with fog as they tried to gasp for air. It was way too much and it was dangerous. They tried to stay still to catch their breath but Wooyoung's hips involuntarily started moving. He had no idea how to use them in this way, he was never on the receiving end and much less has he been with men. He thrashed his hips forward, his motions resembling that of thrusting into someone but it wasn't fulfilling. San let him be, and groaned on every movement of his, his brows furrowed and lips pursed tightly. It wasn't fulfilling for either of them. San lifted Woo's hips with both of his hands and pummeled into him from below. Wooyoung's entire body trembled and he fell apart in San's hands. He held onto those wide shoulders for dear life as he screamed his lungs out. San tilted his head back, all resolve slipping from him as he dipped is dick in and out of that hot, soft, velvety heat sucking him in. He couldn't stop his hips no matter how much Wooyoung was moaning, he held his hips and moved them in an opposing rhythm to his own.

"Sa– Sannie! Wait!" Wooyoung cried out as he felt an orgasm closing in on him. He never experienced a feeling like that before and he didn't know what to do. It was too much. The other groaned after hearing the nickname, and if possible, pulled Woo closer into him.

"You make me go insane" he managed to say trough gritted teeth, and laid Woo on the floor on his back.

San held Wooyoung's hips from under, and hovered over him as his stiff cock found it's way back into him. His thrusts were out of this world. Each one rough, hard, and deep, scratching exactly where they both needed it.

"Don't call me... you" Wooyoung whined "call me Wooyoung."

Without a single more second to think San blurted out out his name with the biggest moan that ever left his chest.

"Wooyoungie~" he sighed, almost whining. "Your ass is so perfect, you're so beautiful, you make me go insane."

Wooyoung's eyes widened despite his brain being scattered all over the place. His eyes watered again, tears rolling down the side of his face bye his ears. Sure, they called him handsome, they said he was great in bed, that he was a wonderous rainbow child, but nobody ever looked at him with eyes so endearing, so loving and amused, not even his own family. He felt his chest tighten, then a soft kiss landed on his cheek. At this point he was just bawling his eyes out. 

"Don't cry Wooyoungie, I'm here, you're okay, it's all right" he whispered against his cheek and started rolling his hips into Wooyoung at a slow, sensual speed.

"Hold me" Wooyoung moaned and lifted his arms for the other to pull him close and to fit into the shape of  his chest – and he fit perfectly. As if they were two pieces of puzzles, meant to be attached.

Once San fitted Woo's arms around his neck and he leaned in and held Wooyoung's whole body in his arm, his thrusts became faster and deeper once again. He felt every fiber of velvety smooth skin throbbing around his sensitive cock nestling deep inside the other body. He felt his toes curled and his muscles flex as he tried pushing in deeper and deeper, having a sense of satisfaction when he bucked his hips upward, fitting his whole member inside and saw them connect without an inch of space apart. He loved the shivers that went down his spine when his balls slapped against Wooyoung's ass, and he loved the squelching sounds Woo's body obscenely kept making. He was so lost in the moment. His hands travelled down onto Wooyoung's fat asscheeks again and he held them in place as his thrusts quickened, pummeling into Woo's unused hole with speed and force.

"Oh god" Woo breathed shakily, barely able to form words.

"You're thanking the wrong guy babe" San hissed back, leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses on Wooyoung's neck.

His hands had such a strong grip on Woo's ass and hips that it was sure there will be a mark left. He couldn't help bucking forward, chasing his and his partner's high doing so, his hips stuttering and thrusts' getting sloppy as he got closer to his release. 

"Oh fuck, Youngie~ baby~ I'm gonna cum" he moaned needily into Wooyoung's ears who was already seeing stars from the pleasure.

"Come! Come into me please fill me" Woo cried out grabbing a handful of San's hair.

"No– not– inside" San moaned heavily and managed to pull out just in time as he reached his high and came all over the other's abdomen, his thighs shaking and head tilting back. The muscles on his arms went limp and he let Wooyoung slowly down on the floor as he was trying to overcome his high, panting and grunting. 

When he looked down, Woo lay before him, head tilted to the side, mouth agape, eyes rolled back. His chest was heaving heavily up and down, legs open and fallen to the side, shaking and trembling relentlessly, red, swollen cock leaking cum onto his stomach, asscheeks rosy and plump, and his hole clenching over nothing. San felt another wave of heat overcome him but it was quickly knocked out by his rational thinking. He collected Woo into his arms, sitting him onto his lap, and held him like a baby once again. His hands kept petting Woo's back and hair, soothing him, while he planted soft kisses onto every spot of his face.

"Shh 't's okay baby, everything's all right" he cooed, aware of the fact that Woo was close to passing out, cock drunk.

They sat there for a while when someone's phone rang.

"Woo, it's yours" San spoke.

"Jeans, back pocket, left" Wooyoung replied barely able to open his mouth. San reached for the phone in the pants littered close to them, and took out the phone. "Whos' it?"

"Yeosang" San answered, reading out the name on the screen. 

"He's probably worried. Tell him to come here" Wooyoung said still hugging San like a bear.

San raised his eyebrows. The problem wasn't that they just fucked in a classroom, yes that was a problem as well, but the bigger issue was that the room was filled with omega pheromones. He couldn't risk someone else pouncing at Wooyoung. 

As if hearing San's thoughts, Wooyoung continued in a reassuring tone.

"Yeosang's a beta. He's my best friend of 9 years, it's okay" he spoke and San picked up the phone.

"Hello? Wooyoung, where are you! I've been looking for you everywhere you can't just run off like that you motherfucker, I swear to god if I find you I–"

"Hello, this is San, Wooyoung is with me." San spoke so awkwardly it made his reality check even greater.

"San? Who are you? I never heard this name before."

"Wooyoung accidentally took a heat inducer pill probably put into his drink by someone, and he went into heat. I'm in building C floor 3 room 102 with him."

The other line of the call got quiet for a second, making San feel all the more worried so he continued.

"I'll clean him up, I won't remain here until you arrive as his pheromones are really strong and I'm afraid I cannot control myself properly if I stay in his presence any longer."

"Alright got it. I'm on my way. What should I expect?"

"A mess" San laughed nervously, looking around. "And a whole dozen of raw omega pheromones. Even if you're a beta this might just be too much."

Yeosang hummed weirdly on the other end.

"I'll be taking my leave then. Please take care of him for me."

"Sure will." Yeosang replied curtly.

San stood up and peeled Wooyoung off of him, who groaned in disagreement. He took off his black hoodie and pulled it onto Wooyoung, together with the jeans he tossed aside.

"I'm sorry I couldn't clean you up better. Please be careful next time, and have your heat suppressants on you" he said, and gave the confused looking Woo a kiss on the forehead before disappearing from the room.

What heat suppressants?