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"Mr. Jung?" Yeosang spoke as he finished putting on his shoes. They were half tied but he stood up to bow to Wooyoung's father anyway.

His efforts were never met by his best friends dad. Mr. Jung just clicked his tongue and turned his head away, as if the mere sight of the person before him disgusted him - which it probably did. He glanced at Yunho who was standing nervously behind him, eyeing Yeosang from across the room.

"Who is this nobody in my son's room? Don't tell me another pathetic one night stand?" He uttered and it made Yunho press his lips into a thin line.

"Sir, this is Mr. Kang Yeosang, the Young Master's friend. We have a database of 8 years on him. He's been the Young Master's friend since they were 12, sir." Yunho spoke with outmost respect in his tone, but didn't seem to be to his boss's liking.

"My son needs no friendship, especially people like him. I can smell his beta stench from all across the room." Mr. Jung added, and it made Yeosang clench his fists. "Tell Wooyoung that from now on, he doesn't need to entertain the idea of friendship. All he needs in this life is allies, and this one right here surely won't be beneficial to him."

Yunho hesitated for a second, giving Yeosang a pained look, but he understood. It was his job after all, to answer to everything the heads of the Jung family ask of him. No matter how hard the task be.

"Yes sir."

After that, Mr. Jung never glanced at Yeosang again. As if he wasn't even in the room. He was deemed a nobody after all. There was nothing left for him to do there as he was visibly a nuisance, so he just left quietly all the while the father looked around for his son.

"Where is that brat" his tone turned even more annoyed than it was before, gritting his teeth. Yunho stepped uncomfortably to his side but he was already gone towards the direction of the bathroom. 

Mr. Jung ripped the door open and went in to collect Wooyoung but he recoiled in disgust and stepped outside uncomfortably. He signaled his men to go inside and collect his so called son. Not even seconds passed and the two men dragged Wooyoung out of the shower into large bedroom area. He was dripping with water from head to toe, dirtying the carpet they stood him on. He was naked. Yunho turned away his head in embarrassment and shame. He gritted his teeth trying not to step up against his boss. This was just wrong. Mr. Jung eyed his son who was shivering heavily with a terrified look on his face.

"What is this da- dad?" 

"Do not call me that." Mr. Jung stepped closer to lecture him recoiled once again, covering his nose and mouth. 

The first time Yunho just thought he didn't want to see his son naked, but there was definitely something wrong. Mr. Jung was an alpha after all, was he maybe affected by Wooyoung's pheromones? Was he emitting them and not even realizing? Yunho clearly wasn't affected, in fact he couldn't even sense it, but thinking back to it, Wooyoung's pheromones might just be all over the place right now. It's his first time after all.

"What- what's going on?" He stuttered, probably because he was cold, but Yunho wasn't sure about that. He heard when it came to Wooyoung and his father he turned into a completely different person. 

Yunho thought his boss would at least spare his son and give him a towel to cover up, but he was wrong about that. Mr. Jung felt no shame humiliating Wooyoung in front of all his workers. 

"I'll tell you what" he started. "You."

If it was possible to kill someone just by looking at them, then Wooyoung would already be bleeding out based on the way his father's eyes shot daggers into him. 

"I raised you, I fed you, I give you a place to live and you grow up to be a pathetic eyesore omega" he uttered, voice dripping with hate and disgust. "You tarnish our family's name."

Wooyoung fell to the floor. His eyes welled with tears and Yunho could feel his heart break into a million and one pieces, but he had to keep his composure. After a long while of silence filled with Woo's sobs, the head of Jung Group spoke again.

"I never would have expected you to turn out like this. To take after that bitch of your mother."

"She's not a bitch!" Wooyoung shouted but was immediately met with a huge slap from his father. The sound echoed trough the room and made Yunho's skin crawl.

"You don't deserve to raise your voice at me. The saying is true - the apple doesn't fall far from it's tree. You turned out just like that whore of an omega that gave birth to you. And now that you were finally proven useless I will treat you just like that and you will be happy you were of use to the Jung Group by marrying into a family beneficial to us." He stated dryly, not an ounce of mercy in his voice.

Wooyoung's lips parted in disbelief. He fisted his hair while crouching miserably on the ground, a silent scream on his lips. He would rather just die.

With no further chance of negotiation Mr. Jung turned around and left together with his men. Only Yunho stayed. Once the door closed behind them he immediately grabbed a towel and tried putting it on him, but his hands were slapped away by a red and teary eyed Wooyoung.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? After aiding him at my humiliation?" He hissed.

Yunho gulped.

"Young Master. I was just doing my job."

"And is your job more important than the person who you are supposed to be serving? Helping? Are you just one of those other employees and no different from dumbly nodding mannequins? Just another of my father's toys?"

Yunho kneeled on the floor and bowed down until his head hit the floor. 

"Jung Wooyoung. I'm truly sorry. I swore to not only be the head of your bodyguards but to protect you. That includes your body and soul. I failed. I'm sorry."

Wooyoung was speechless, eyes wide. Several minutes passed like that until he decided to stand up and wrap that towel around himself. 

"Just stand up already, it's becoming too much" he laughed to shift the mood a little.

Yunho got up slowly but avoided his gaze still.

"Yunho."

"Yes Young Master?"

"Fuck that. Call me Wooyoung."

"Excuse me? That's-"

"Just fucking do it. You saw my dad embarrass me and saw me butt naked I think we're way past all this master servant bullshit and we're the same age anyway."

Yunho nodded and finally smiled. He stood still as Wooyoung got into bed still dripping wet, and snuggled under the covers. It wasn't his business to lecture him about doing that anyways.

"I want to take a leave from school." Wooyoung said shyly, eyeing Yunho with puppy eyes.

"We already arranged it. Nurse Park suggested you stay in a week if not more, and that we should do regular check-ups on your conditions as you might be releasing pheromones without your knowledge. "

Wooyoung frowned. "Nurse Park?" 

"Well... your whole team was changed in light of recent changes to your persona. That includes everyone who might come into contact with you, servers, cleaners, bodyguards, even the cooks in the kitchen."

"What?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but it was your father who ordered these arrangements, precisely, that all alphas be removed from your proximity at once."

Wooyoung clenched his fists. 

"And what happened to those employees?"

"They were fired, of course. It would have been inconvenient for them to come into contact with your pheromones."

Inconvenient.

Yes. At the end of the day he was just an inconvenience to everyone around him.

Yunho only realized what he had said after that pained expression once again made its way and settled in Woo's eyes. He was fucking up everything he did and said didn't he? Trying hard was just not enough anymore, he had to try harder, he wasn't enough. Yunho felt something bitter claw at his throat from the inside out. This sucked.

---

Wooyoung spent the week of his school absence cooped up in his room, mostly in his bed. First he played games and watched series but after a point they got so boring he was just throwing himself around on his bed. His boredom turned into spending money recklessly, ordering useless shit on the internet and decorating his room with them, which was a first. Ever since he lived there the room stayed the same but now he just felt a sudden urge to rearrange it and add a little personality to it. Wooyoung swore he just wanted a little change, but from the outside you would assume he was spiraling into insanity. It was all just a ruse anyways. He tried to gaslight himself to stop those unpleasant thoughts that kept haunting him, but to no avail. Every time he spaced out for a bit he remembered that night.

How that person's hands ran down his body, how his lips kissed him, how strong he was and how safe Wooyoung felt in his arms... It was unthinkable. And disgusting. Jung Wooyoung? Fucking a man? Atrocious. A joke. A lie... a lie... he wanted to believe it was a lie but it was real, it was so fucking real. He was reminded of that every single time he looked in the mirror and saw those fading hickeys on his neck, and how he got shivers every time he remembered his touch, the way his hips moved, the way his eyes bore into his soul... fuck.

Wooyoung realized something new about himself. Things were changing around him. He blamed it all on himself. If he never became an omega if he never became anything none of this would have happened, no employees would have been fired, he wouldn't be in an arranged marriage prepared by his father, Yeosang would still answer his call - which he has no idea why he stopped doing, and he wouldn't have slept with a man. He wouldn't feel his body tingle whenever he remembered that night, he wouldn't feel anxious about someone who's name he doesn't even remember. Fuck this. He was fed up.

"Yunho could you please come to my room, I have matters to discuss with you" Wooyoung spoke into the phone that connected his room to the facilities in the house, solely made with the purpose of getting help if he needed it.

He put down the wired telephone, and in just 10 minutes Yunho stood in front of his bed, clad in all tuxedo. Neither of them were aware of the amount of pheromones that lingered in the air, those of which Wooyoung kept unconsciously releasing, just as how Nurse Park predicted it would happen. Yunho just shifted around scratching his nose, maybe that was a visible sign the smell bothered him, but he didn't dare to show it, or he wasn't aware of it surrounding him. The two of them were still a bit uncomfortable around each other after that incident, but Wooyoung tried to play it off as if he didn't even remember, whilst Yunho just remained stoic.

"How may I be of service to you?" Yunho asked, pulling out his tablet to type in any requests. He expected there will be another shopping list of new cravings. His hands already hovered above the screen but then he looked up upon no reply arriving. Wooyoung set with his legs folded, glancing to the side with furrowed brows, his long bangs in his face and biting the tip of his thumb. He seemed... anxious? "Young Ma– Wooyoung?"

"Ah yes, yes..." Woo replied but he still seemed torn by his own thoughts. "My request... I... I want you to find someone for me." He spoke, his tone holding both anxiety, burden and curiosity.

Yunho looked up from the tablet once again, eyes glistening because this is the first time his master gave him an assignment that fit with the things he learnt, things he was trained to do if he wanted to serve the Jung Group and the Jung family, but his brows still furrowed as even though this was exciting for him it was unusual for Wooyoung to ask something of the sort.

"Pardon? Where did this..." he asked back but seeing Wooyoung's cheeks flush a little made him realize. Oh.

"Just do as I say and–"

"Young Master I don't advise you–"

"Don't give me that crap. Just do what I ask" Wooyoung snapped at him, then immediately slapped himself on the mouth. "I'm sorry. Please?"

Yunho grinned after snapping out of his momentary shock.

"That be it. Tell me everything you know."

Wooyoung flashed a 2000 Watt smile, and straightened his back as he eyed Yunho like an excited child.

"His name is... well I don't actually know that" Wooyoung started and both of them felt this was already going to shit. So it is a he Wooyoung spent his first ever heat with – Yunho thought. "He was taller than me. Wide shoulders, muscular. Strong arms and legs. He had black hair, narrow black eyes and thin lips. And he had that gaze you know... like a predator. He wore all black and he smelled so nice."

"That's it? " Yunho asked once Woo finished speaking.

"Mhn"

"You forgot to mention the fact that he very much is an Alpha." Yunho glanced up and saw Wooyoung get red as a tomato on the spot as not so distant memories came to his mind - once again.

"I thought that was evident you smartass!" He shouted and hid under the covers. Yunho laughed. Seconds that felt like minutes passed in quiet until Woo spoke again. "Just... find him. And give me his number, or KakaoTalk or whatever when you do."

"Yes sir."

"Oh and also, find out why Yeosang is not replying to my calls and messages. That asshole..."

Yunho nodded but a knot swelled in his throat. Fuck.

"You are dismissed Yunho."

He watched the man walk out, then flopped back between his pillows - most of them newly purchased items. He stared at his white ceiling and bit his lower lip.

An Alpha Wooyoung repeated in his head.

My first heat. Spent with an Alpha.

It all felt way too surreal.

---

It felt like an eternity until Yunho was back with information about Wooyoung's request.

Several days passed until he could find something useful to tell the Young Master, all the while Wooyoung started binge watching a new series, cooped up in his room that felt more like the room of a teenage girl from the early 2010s. Clothes everywhere, a new area of skincare products opened up by the bathroom door. The musk of scented candles, aroma oils, various incense sticks and newly bought perfumes mixing with the smell of sweat and unwashed sheets, and of course pheromones, could make anyone think twice before entering. The place was a mess, to say the least but nowhere near as how much of a mess Wooyoung was. He refused to change out of his pajamas and had insane junk food and sugar cravings. His medical leave was extended as his pheromones were out of control. Yunho even had to go to the university and pay them some money to accept his extended leave. 

24/7 cooped up in his bed, beside binging series, he spent most of his time researching topics that never occurred to him before, such as "How do I stop being an Omega?" And "Will I have a period now that I'm an omega?". These initial searches then lead him from topic to topic, making him both terrified and shocked as he found himself in the backrooms of the internet by following one post to another in search of answers to countless of his questions, just to find that there are way more things he had no idea of.

He was just in the middle of watching a skincare routine from a fellow omega streamer when he noticed a notification from Yunho.

"I'll be there in 10. Clean up. I have news." The message was short, but it was of sufficient importance for Wooyoung to throw his expensive phone to god-knows-where and jump out of bed in a second. Which was a bad idea, as he felt faint from the sudden motion and fell.

Standing up, he looked around and realized 10 minutes were fairly not enough. But for starters, he turned on the air conditioning and pulled aside the curtains to make some fresh air and let the sunlight into the room. He started cleaning up the clothes, plates, torn packages of the things he consumed the past days, but it all seemed to be just endless and he got bored after 3 minutes of acting like he cared. So instead, he put everything onto his bed and covered it with his blanket, just in time when the doorbell rang.

"Come in!" He twinkled and sat straight on the edge of the bed, trying to mask how excited he was by folding his legs. 

Yunho arrived in the room with a satisfied face, totally oblivious to the chaos that ruled the land of Wooyoung's room. 

"So? Spill" Wooyoung said and almost let a giggle slip from his mouth. He was mad embarrassed at how excited he got for no reason. Was it about the stranger? Or about Yeosang? He had no idea which thought of the two made him anxious and which gave him butterflies.

"There's a match on the person you wanted me to look after."

Wooyoung gasped. The butterflies in his stomach were anxious.

"Yea?"

"Spectators saw an agitated, disheveled alpha leave roughly around the time Yeosang called us. They said he emitted crazy strong pheromones, and looked like he just came from a good fucking. I even found fragments of a live video, in which he appeared in the background, looking just as you and the spectators described. Further diving into the topic I discovered--"

"Yeah yeah but what's his fucking name!?" Wooyoung said almost screaming and grabbed Yunho by the wrist. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"So?"

"Choi San."

Yeosang took 2 steps on the stairs at once, speeding to the 3rd floor. He passed plenty of freshmen lingering on the stairs, the hallways and corners, chatting and drinking their night away. 

"Did you smell the pheromones of that alpha passing trough here a few minutes ago? It was crazy he must have gone into rut unexpectedly!" A girl exclaimed loudly to her friends which made Yeosang halt his steps.

"I'm sorry" he started, looking at the girls. "I overheard your conversation. You said there was an alpha in rut around here?" He asked.

"Yes! And his pheromones were incredibly strong." The blonde one answered, nodding her head. 

"What did he look like?"

"Hmm I'm not sure, he seemed to be in a rush. But he was tall with feline eyes."

"He was also dressed in all black!" The other one added.

Yeosang bowed to thank them then continued onward.

This is bad.

By the time he reached the 3rd floor there were barely anyone around.

Classroom 102... 102... there!

He ran down the hallway until seeing the number on the wall. No light was coming out from under the door, but it surely had to be this room. At least that's what the person on the phone said. He opened the door after taking a large breath then stepped inside.

What awaited him was worse than whatever he expected. The smell that hit him in the face was sweeter than everything he ever smelled, and it was so strong it brought tears to his eyes. He had to take a step back and steady himself grabbing the door handle from the inside, then he closed it shut.

"Holy mother of– Wooyoung!" He started but then spotted his friend laying on the ground between two rows of desks. He ran over hurriedly, squatting down and holding Wooyoung's head up. "Whatever happened here?!" He asked with outmost worry in his voice.

"Yeosangie!" Wooyoung's eyes lit up as he saw his best friend. He tried getting up but his body betrayed him.

Yeosang got up and opened all the windows in the room, then hurried back and tried picking Wooyoung up but to no avail. His body flopped around helplessly.

"What's with all these omega pheromones? Someone must have gone crazy to release them like this." Wooyoung laughed earning a confused look from his friend.

"What do you mean? Wooyoung, you went into heat." He replied and now it was Woo's turn to blink in surprise. 

"Don't joke around like that" he started "I don't have a secondary gender, it hasn't developed." He said and closed his eyes with exhaustion weighing them down.

Yeosang finally understood it. This was worse than what he thought it would be. A lot worse. In fact, this was the worst possible outcome in which Wooyoung's secondary gender could develop. A party full of youngsters, betas, omegas and alphas alike, all from the freshest class of the new intellectual generation of their society. They must all at least know of Wooyoung's identity, as he's the one and only son of the dominant alpha of the prominent Jung Group. If people get wind of this, that could permanently damage their reputation, or might even end the whole family.

Oooh this is bad, very bad!

"Wooyoung, give me your phone!" He demanded and Woo pointed on the floor where it lay.

Yeosang picket it up, and after unlocking went straight to the contacts, searching for the person Wooyoung told him to call in case of an insane crisis and as Yeosang evaluated this to be one. He tapped on the name and pressed the call button. He remembered Woo told him to wait till it rang out thrice, and that is when they'll pick it up.

"Good Evening, Young Master, how may I be of help to you?" The person on the other side of the phone spoke in a low, calm tone.

"Hi! Hello? Yes, well, we are in a bit of a crisis!"

"Who am I speaking to?"

"Wooyoung's... well the Young Masters friend, Yeosang!" Yeosang screamed into the phone eagerly as he watched Wooyoung slowly pass out in his arms. "We are here at Campus C of XX University, on the 3rd floor in room 102. Wooyoung seemed to have... passed out. But I cannot move him, it... it would cause a scandal. Please, get him out of here discretely!" He pleaded desperately.

There was a light whirring and clicking on the other side until the man spoke again.

"Why cannot you move him? Is he injured? Should I send an ambulance? Why would it cause a scandal?" The man asked several questions and Yeosang felt his sanity slipping away.

"It seems... his secondary gender might have developed." Yeosang said with a shy voice, biting his nails nervously.

The employee finally grasped the seriousness of the situation, as he seemed to tap away furiously on a keyboard and talk to someone out of Yeosang's reach to hear.

"Understood. The whole building will be cleared out in 15 minutes, hang in there until then. We've got your exact location. I notified nearby police forces to use them as incognito. The rescue team will also appear to be dressed as officers." He said commandingly, stating the plan. "If there's nothing more, I'll be hanging up."

"Sir, there's actually one more thing..."

"That being?"

"Please send a full team of Betas to the rescue." He spoke in the lowest voice possible, and he could have sworn he heard a ghasp on the other line.

"Thank you for the intel. We'll keep in touch."

As Yeosang put down the phone, he glanced at his friend sleeping in his arms, and he already heard the police sirens getting closer.

We are so fucked Woo.

---

Yeosang spent approximately two and a half hours pacing back and front in front of Wooyoung's 4 meter tall bedroom door, until he was allowed inside. 

During the time he spent outside he was offered tea 4 times, tea cakes 3 times, breakfast 2 times, and a place to sit 8 times. He lost count of the side eyes he received that day and it was only 5 in the morning. The worst of all was that all the employees refused to talk to him, and as a reasonable mention in the list of bad things, his atrocious party attire that made him feel incredibly out of place at such a mansion. He didn't even need to battle staying awake like the guards, as his nervousness kept his eyes wide open.

It was almost 6 when the nurses hurried out of the room and down the long corridor with white marble tiles and similar tapestry. He didn't even have a chance to speak to them, as they were long gone even before he opened his mouth. Seconds later, 3 men dressed in tuxedos arrived and stood in front of the door. The tall one in the middle turned to Yeosang, bowed his head and extended his hand for introductions.

"Good Morning Sir. You must be Mr. Kang Yeosang, the one who called called us" he spoke, the voice eerily familiar. "My name is Jeong Yunho, I'm the head of the Young Master's safety team."

Yeosang bowed hurriedly and shook the hand in a crazy form.

"Sorry for my informal speaking sir, but I must know if everything is alright with Wooyoung? Is he injured, is he sick? How is his condition? Did you find anything extreme during the monitoring?" He blurted out several questions, and the man smiled.

"I'm afraid that is classified information for now."

"Please sir! I must know!" Yeosang begged and even fell on his knees. The two bodyguard behind Yunho stepped forward with hands on their side, probably read to take their guns out but Yunho signaled them to back off. He stepped closer and held out a hand to raise Yeosang from the floor. After little consideration, he smiled again and spoke.

"You may follow me inside" he said, and signaled all the guards around for standby while they entered trough the enormous door.

Once inside, they arrived onto a small corridor, not directly into a large bedroom area. It seemed more like they just entered another luxurious apartment inside the huge villa. Yunho carefully watched as the door closed and the electronic key system clicked in place signaling no one from outside could enter without a passcode. When he was sure they were alone, he let out a huge sigh, ran a hand trough his perfectly gelled back hair and loosened his tie, all to Yeosang's surprise.

"Man! I was so nervous trying to keep my composure!" He said between two heavy breaths. "This job is fucking tough."

He only came to halt his behavior when he noticed Yeosang glancing at him dumbfounded, with eyes the size of two plates and mouth agape.

"Oh shit sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" Yunho begun with worry between his brows. "I'm actually new at the job, that's why I didn't recognize your voice yesterday even though we have an 8 year database of everything about you, all your phone calls to us recorded and shit. Oh I actually wasn't supposed to tell you that. It's my first big assignment like this. I was chosen because I'm a similar age as the Young Master but my GOD this is taking a toll on my mental health" he blurted out all kinds of things and Yeosang could do nothing but smile dumbly.

"It's okay man. It's actually nice to see someone like yourself on Wooyoung's side, rather than someone strict and apathetic. You seem nice." Yeosang told him, with the most reassuring smile he could conjure. "But about Woo..."

"Ah yes! Thank you once again for being so discreet about the situation. As I'm the head of his unit it will be a must that I know of his... circumstances but if word got out even between the employees... all in all the more people know the less it is a secret and the harder it is for Jung Group to keep face."

"Understandable. It would be a scandal of unimaginable size."

"Exactly. Regarding his condition–" Yunho started then spaced off into nothing for a second. "You were right. New results came back, his secondary gender did develop last night. Unfortunately, he bloomed to be an Omega." He stated with visible worry on his face.

"But how is that possible? Isn't his father a Dominant Alpha? Isn't it almost impossible to not be a Dominant Alpha if one of your parent's is one?" Yeosang asked back, stressed.

"Maybe he won the genetic lottery, maybe he lost it." Yunho replied looking at details in his tablet. "But we found something else too. After they were done cleaning him up and giving him the necessary medications, while they were doing some tests on his blood they found out that his first heat wasn't induced by raw Alpha pheromones."

"What?"

"They found traces of an unidentified party drug in his system. Running tests on it revealed the components of the drug were similar to those of medical heat inducing pills, but it was somehow modified, making it a threat even amongst party drugs." Yunho stated, and Yeosang gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth.

"Shit" Yeosang muttered.

"I know. I already ordered our men to thoroughly investigate the matter. I fret this might be a bigger case than what we would expect."

Yeosang nodded and glanced inside the room. Yunho watched him smiling.

"I'll let you stay until he wakes up. I'm just glad he has a friend like you" he said, and Yeosang nodded tiredly. 

Once Yunho left the room he stride further  inside until he saw the huge bed in the middle. The room was designed in monochrome colors, and instead of feeling homey it rather felt like a hotel room. There was not even a single ounce of personal stuff, which was just sad in his opinion. Wooyoung lay on his side on the bed, the covers up to his ears. Yeosang smiled. He was adorable. They have been friends since early childhood. Wooyoung was there for him when his results came back as he was announced beta. He knew what this meant. That everyone instantly lost interest in him. It was always about alphas and omegas and fated mates and heat cycles, nobody seemed to even notice betas. For a while he was furious. He had no chance of changing this, no matter how hard he worked or how good his grades were or how handsome he was, at the end of the day he was just a beta. He was sure as hell he will be alone for the longest while between all of these kids, until one day Wooyoung showed up. He was a vision. A vibrant star. He entranced everyone with his smile, style, thee way he spoke, everything about him was just perfect. Most people wanted to befriend Wooyoung because of his upbringing but all of them seemed to have failed once he set his eyes on Yeosang. From then on, they were inseparable, best friends forever - they used to say. But Yeosang felt a change coming. Vivid images of earlier today popped into his mind, holding Wooyoung in his arms, his face contorted, the smell of those sweet pheromones he could almost feel on the tip of his tongue... Yeosang snapped back to reality when he heard a whine from Wooyoung as he moved around the covers.

Oh right. It was still Wooyoung after all, no matter that he developed his secondary gender, no matter that he is an omega, it was still Wooyoung, his Wooyoung, his best friend.

"'Sangie?" 

Yeosang shook his head to rid it of unnecessary thoughts and hurried over to his friend.

"What are you doing here?" Wooyoung's voice was weak and hoarse, eyes blinking sluggishly as he yawned.

"I was worried about you." Yeosang stated matter of factly.

"Why would you... oh."

They smiled at each other then Yeosang shrugged off his shoes to climb on top of the bed. It wasn't the first time he slept over. 

However there was a time Wooyoung also tried to sleep at Yeosang's place but failed miserably when his father's bodyguards came over to pick him up. It was the talk of the town for a long while. To be honest their friendship had always raised the voice of others. Wooyoung was from one of the most prominent families, it was a wonder itself why he didn't go to a private school and "mingled" with "commoners", all the whilst Yeosang was the child of a single mom who was divorced due to the father's domestic abuse. Not to mention both of them were mere betas. 

Wooyoung never cared about these things. Status and money meant nothing to him, even less did the secondary gender attributes. He didn't believe in their validity. More like he didn't want to believe in it. He refused to acknowledge the fact that that one word scribbled onto a paper could control so many people and make them do those evil and wicked things he heard so much about even though they tried to shelter him since a young age. He refused to believe so called "instinct" would be able to control him. Flashbacks of the party flooded his mind from time to time making him realize that he was wrong. 

Yeosang felt Wooyoung scoot closer to him as they both laid on the bed now. Woo under the covers, Yeosang next to him just on the bed. He didn't want to dirty Wooyoung's sheets by climbing into them in used clothes. 

Wooyoung let out a huge sigh to which Yeosang hummed in response with a questioning tone. 

"This sucks ass" Woo cursed.

"What do you mean?"

"Omega?" Wooyoung continued, his tone dripping with disgust. 

"Wooyoung..."

"Don't try to console me. All of this everything about it just sucks." He said turning his back towards his friend. 

"You should have known once it would come to time you developed your secondary gender. It just had to happen at such an annoying time and place."

"You don't know shit about that." Wooyoung snapped back. "Your evaluation was done at 12 at school in a calm and controlled setting, and you got it back right away and then grew up calmly knowing you are just a beta." 

Yeosang's eyes widened. Wooyoung never spoke to him like this before. Never. It was as if he was a whole different person. He almost couldn't recognize him from this angle. He tried to remain calm, making his facial expression his voice as stoic as he could, even if Wooyoung didn't see him.

"I know how you feel." He said slowly to not make Wooyoung angry but that was a lost cause.

"What the fuck do you mean by asking that?" He turned around and sat up, raising his voice. "You didn't come from a family of dominant alphas and then developed into the most pathetic of all, a useless omega, you didn't go your whole life enjoying being undeveloped as it made you fucking free. You didn't get fucked in a university freshman party on the floor in the middle of a classroom by a fucking guy." He hissed.

Yeosang was dumbfounded. Pink dusted his cheeks from shame and embarrassment. It took a while until Wooyoung realized what he just said. His eyes went big and he slapped his own mouth.  

"I mean I..." he stuttered, but Yeosang grabbed his wrist. 

"You don't have to hide that from me. We are best friends after all. And also, at the end of the day it was me who went there and collected you from the floor in that classroom."

"You did?" Woo asked surprised. "I though it was the GPS tracker, that they found me, dad's people..."

Yeosang shook his head.

"Don't worry Young'ah, whatever happened there stays between us. And you can't continue being ashamed of things you obviously can't change anymore."

His words were so reassuring that they felt unnecessary and even intimidating so just as how Wooyoung was, he tried to change the topic by joking around. 

"You're such a great friend 'Sangie!" He jumped into his arms and hugged his best friend, who reluctantly after what Woo had just said a few seconds ago, but hugged back.

Right. They were best friends.

"Enough with this when did you become such a softie that you're casually just hugging me?"

"Just now." Wooyoung smiled at him.

Yeosang tossed Wooyoung's arms down from his body and stood up.

"What?"

"Take a shower. You stink." Yeosang exclaimed pointing at him.

Wooyoung smelled his armpits and recoiled in disgust. 

"What the fuck" he stood up with knees still a little weak and wobbled over to Yeosang.

"What do you want?" 

"Wash me" Wooyoung smiled at him with a shit eating grin because he knew Yeosang would never say no to that. 

Even tough he rolled his eyes, Yeosang still agreed and helped his friend into the en-suite bathroom. This wasn't the first time they showered together or saw each other naked. Many times before, Woo took a shower at his house after or before a party while he was getting ready in front of the mirror, or they occasionally walked in on each other being in bed with someone, of course doing the deed. It was nothing new to them, really. However once Woo took off his clothes and was about to step into the shower he stopped, eyeing the floor. Yeosang stood behind him with a sponge in his hand and one of his brows raised in a questioning mater. 

"Woo?"

"'Sang... just leave. I will do it myself instead" he spoke quietly and closed the shower door behind himself without turning his face towards the other. 

Yeosang gulped and put down the sponge from his hand. He walked out awkwardly as the water started running, without even saying hi and packed his stuff, but when he raised his head he was faced with the presence of an uncomfortable person. 

"Mr. Jung!"

Things were indeed changing.

“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?