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A good omega? Someone who stays loyal to their alpha, stays by their side and loves them dearly. Someone who is always soft, sweet, and smiling.

A bad omega? That’s Ricky, a top fashion model. Discovered at the age of sixteen, he quickly rose to prominence, breaking barriers in the Chinese and even global fashion industries by becoming one of the first male omega models to achieve such superstardom. Ricky became popular for his striking features—piercing eyes, high cheekbones, flawless complexion, and most importantly, his intimidating aura.

Intimidating is a strange word to describe a young omega, but that was the perfect word for Ricky. What made Ricky captivating was his refusal to smile. In his eight-year career, he has worked with many prestigious designers and fashion houses and has graced the cover of countless high-profile magazines, but he has never been photographed smiling. This deliberate choice added to his untouchable aesthetic.

But what makes him a bad omega? Well, he has his ex to thank for this new-found reputation. After a bad breakup, his ex-alpha Lin, one of the most popular Chinese actors, went on multiple TV appearances with the sole purpose of painting Ricky as a villain.

“I got my heart broken recently and learned an important lesson: there are some omegas that are not suitable for mating. I learned my lesson the hard way,” the alpha declared in one interview in his latest movie’s press tour. Everyone knew who he was talking about; Ricky and Lin have been spotted together in public regularly for years now, even if they never publicly acknowledged their relationship. A seventeen-year-old Ricky made his first public appearance outside of a modeling gig as Lin’s date at a movie premiere. People have speculated about their relationship status since then. They were an open secret; they never tried to hide their relationship but never confirmed it either.

“This movie was already a difficult project; it was an intensely demanding role, but what I was going through in my personal life made it harder. I don't want to name any names, but the omega that I thought I would eventually marry turned out to be a living nightmare.” Lin’s last few projects have not been well received by the public, so he was grasping at straws to get some attention. He wanted to shift the blame on the omega instead of owning up to his bad choices and terrible performance. Poor Alpha was manipulated by a scheming Omega. Tabloids loved the narrative. Headlines screamed of betrayal and heartbreak.

Intimidating and Unapproachable: In the Streets and the Sheets

Ricky Shen, Omega of Your Nightmares

Pretty Face and a Cold Heart: Ricky Breaks His Alpha's Heart

So yes, the tabloids eagerly lapped up the drama. His ex successfully deflected attention from his own faltering career, using Ricky as a scapegoat.

“Ricky, can you please listen to me for once?”

“I-I am not leaving my career.”

“No one is asking you to. The black lash is just too big in China. It’s going to be a while before the hate train dies down. And you won’t put out a statement defending yourself, will you?”

“Never,” He doesn't care. If people talk shit about him, let them. But he can't help but feel a mild ache in his heart—a soft, persistent pang.

“Of course, like you would ever listen. Why did you even hire me if you will never listen?”

“Hao ge, you know why.” Ricky’s glad they are having this conversation on the phone; he does not want to see the disappointed look on the older omega’s face.

Ricky hired Hao as his manager when he had just turned eighteen. Having your mom as your manager when you're underage was fine. Ricky tolerated it for two years; she was a good manager after all; he owes her his career, but she babied him too much. So hiring Hao was his first big decision when he became an adult. His mom was sad at first, but after getting to know Hao, she knew there was no better person than Hao to take care of her baby.

“Okay, fine. Have it your way. No public statement then. I will come up with an alternative plan. But you are more important than your image or your career. Please remember that, Ricky.”

Ricky has carefully built his image all these years. People have only ever seen him on runways, billboards, and red carpets. His fans and brands love him because of this enigmatic image. He’s not letting go of his hard work for that dumb alpha who betrayed him.

“Hm.”

“I’m serious. If this gets too bad, I won’t care about your mysterious omega image; I won’t even care if we both lose our jobs; I will put out a statement that’s so nasty it will make that alpha regret even being born.” No one hates Lin more than Hao.

“Hao ge… He’s not worth it.”

“You are right about that. He didn’t deserve to be with you.” Ricky wants to believe him. But if he really were a good omega, would all this have happened?

"Okay, go now; spend some time with your mom. Don’t worry about all this. I will call you when I come up with a plan.”

“Thank you, ge.”

Ricky goes back to the TV room, where he was watching a drama with his mom before Hao called him. At least one good thing came out of the scandal: he got more time to spend with his mom after years.

“Ricky, you just missed the biggest plot twist.”

“Hm.” Ricky could not stop worrying about his career. What if the public never accepts him again? What if all his brands drop him?

“Baby, come here.” His mother paused the drama and moved closer to him on the couch.

She embraced him tightly, and he let her.

“You know you can move back with me. It might not be as exciting as your modeling life, but we have fun too. All your aunties miss you too; they have been begging to see you again.” Ricky smiles; he does miss the old times.

Growing up as the only male omega in a group of older female alphas could be frustrating, but it had its perks. All his mother’s friends and sisters doted on him, loved him deeply, and never let him feel the absence of his father. They traveled a lot and lived a comfortable life. He had so much fun growing up; his mom and his aunties were the ones who introduced fashion to him. Maybe he should have opened his own brand, like his mother, instead of leaving home to become a model. Maybe then he would have never met that alpha.

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“Gyuvinie, how does it feel to be a free man now?”

“Hyungie, I am broke as fuck and back in university now. I don’t feel free or like a man.” Gyuvin says, with tears in his eyes. If they weren’t in public, he would be sobbing in Hanbin’s arms now.

“My poor aegi, I thought military service would have hardened you, but here you are, still a big baby alpha.” Hanbin fills his soju glass again. Was this their second or third bottle? Gyuvin doesn't care, he takes another shot.

“Don’t make fun of me, Hyungie. I thought you were buying me drinks to cheer me up, not bully me.”

“It’s okay, Gyubinie. You will manage. All alphas and betas go through this; no one will judge you if you are back in college in your mid-twenties. You will be totally fine.”

Most people who are eligible for enlistment complete their military service after their first or second year of university. Then, they rejoin their program and graduate after their service. So, Hanbin Hyung is right; this is not uncommon, but Gyuvin likes to complain. And he’s not even halfway through his list.

"Yeah, yeah, but it still stinks so much. How will you feel if you come back from your service to find out your ex has not only graduated but is also engaged to someone?”

"Well, don’t ask me; I’m an omega dating another omega, so I will never have to find out,” Hanbin replies cheekily.

“I’m so jealous, Hyung.”

“Why? Because I didn’t have to enlist?”

“No, because you have a boyfriend like Hao Hyung. You guys are basically married. How long has it been? like ten years?” Gyuvin wishes to find something like that for himself. Too bad he’s far too broke and single to experience any domestic bliss. Which omega would like to date a twenty-four-year-old alpha who is still one year away from graduation and still living with his parents?

“Ya! You are exaggerating. It’s only been eight years.”

“That’s literally what I said.”

“No, but yeah, that sucks. I didn't know Jia was engaged until now. I’m sorry, Gyubie.” Hanbin gives Gyuvin a warm, gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Hyung. I just found out earlier today. She’s getting married in the summer.”

“Wow, she moved on quickly. Didn’t she?”

“It’s fine I didn’t expect her to wait for me. We broke up months before I even went to the military.”

“It must still hurt.” Hanbin looks at him sadly. His face is completely red from the alcohol.

“It’s fine, Hyung." He’s not fine. He literally has tears running down his face. He wants to cry for another hour, but he can’t ruin Hanbin’s night further. He knows if he sobs, Hanbin will tear up too. Hanbin does look cute when he cries, but Gyuvin can’t say the same for himself. So he decided to go home and have a crying session with Eumpapa on his lap to save whatever was left of his alpha dignity.

“Let’s go home, Hyung. Can you stop looking so sad? Someone’s going to accuse me of being a big bad alpha and making you cry or something.” The last thing Gyuvin wants is for everyone in the bar to think he’s some toxic alpha hurting an omega.

Hanbin bursts into laughter. “Sweetie, you don’t look half as threatening as you think you do. No one is going to think that.” Gyuvin can’t argue with that. He does get mistaken for a beta all the time because of his timid mannerisms. If not for his build, no one would even suspect he’s an alpha.

“Now wipe your tears. You can crash at my place tonight. How does that sound?” Hanbin asks.

Gyuvin shakes his head, finishing his last drink. “No, hyung. I will go back home. There are already enough rumors about us as it is.” Many of their mutual friends, sometimes even their parents, suspect they are dating. Also, omegas are not fond of sharing their space with alphas that they have no bond with. Hanbin Hyung is sweet, but Gyuvin does not want to take advantage of that.

“People are going to talk either way. If they think we are dating, it’s their problem.”

“But won’t Hao Hyung not get mad at you?”

“Hao knows me. He knows that you are my friend, my pup, and my sweet, lovely baby alpha who I have known for over a decade. We have both accepted that the world will never accept our bond. So, it’s inevitable they doubt I’m dating every alpha I spend time with. And it doesn’t help that we don’t even live in the same country.” Hanbin tries to hide his sadness, but in vain. Gyuvin can see the pain in his Hyung's eyes, even if he can't smell it. It must be hard living so far apart from your mate.

Gyuvin's heart ached as he heard Hanbin speak about his relationship. He wishes society did not give his hyung a hard time for dating another omega. Oh god, here goes the waterworks again. He feels tears run down his face. He wants to scent and comfort Hanbin now, but he can't do that here. Hanbin is wearing his scent patch, as most omegas do in public, for their safety.

Hanbin is the sweetest omega Gyuvin has ever met. He is soft-spoken and gentle—the kind of omega you didn't think actually existed in real life. He did not deserve any of the pain society puts him through for loving another omega. He starts sobbing harder.

“Aegi, oh no, don’t cry again. I forgot how much of a lightweight you are. Let’s leave before they throw us out.”

Gyuvin ends up going to Hanbin’s apartment. The gentle, soothing scent of chamomile greets him as he enters the omega's apartment. The whole space smells only like his Hyung. He feels guilty about ruining it with his own scent. Gyuvin settles on the couch. Hanbin joins him after changing into his pajamas and removing his scent patch. They cuddle together until Gyuvin calms down and his tears stop. Hanbin scents him thoroughly and does not let him go until he stops smelling anxious and sad. His sandalwood scent tends to get smoky and charred when he lets his emotions run haywire. Which happens more than he likes to admit.

“Ah, finally. Now you smell better. I was worried you were having an anxiety attack, Gyubin.”

“Thank you, Hyungie. I’m fine now.” He reassures his Hyung. He scents his hyung back now that his regular sandalwood scent has returned. They have been friends for a very long time. They met each other in their middle school dance club and quickly became inseparable, despite the three-year age gap. More like Gyubin followed Hanbin everywhere until Hanbin had no choice but to adopt him. Presenting as different genders did not break their friendship. Gyuvin was scared, though; he was worried Hanbin Hyung would not hang out with him if he presented as an alpha. So Gyuvin spent days praying that he would present as an omega or at least a beta. But his wish did not come true. Thankfully, Hanbin did not distance himself from Gyuvin.

Gyuvin does not hate that he’s an alpha. But he has a hard time embracing it; he does not feel all macho and tough. He feels like he does not meet the societal expectations of an alpha; he may look the part but never acts like one. His ruts do bring out a different side in him, but on most days, he’s not your typical alpha.

“Gyubinie, you know you can come to me about anything, right? If you ever feel stressed out or need a break, you can always come here. Or, if you want, you can even live here until you save up enough to move out of your parent's place. Your uni is not that far from here.” Hanbin Hyung has the biggest heart in the whole world. What did he do to deserve such a nice Hyung? He starts tearing up again, not from any negative emotions but from being overwhelmed by his affection for Hanbin.

“Hyungie, I love you so much.” He hugs Hanbin tightly, crying into his neck for like the fourth time tonight.

“Ya! I am never letting you drink ever again.” Hanbin laughs but wraps his hands around Gyuvin, comforting his baby alpha.

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Ricky flips through the pages of a book with half a mind. It's been three months since the scandal started and three months since he moved back to his childhood home. He misses working. Don't get him wrong; he loves his mom and his aunties, but he belongs in front of a camera, not staying indoors and doing karaoke with them every night.

"Since when did you start reading? Your mom told me you were going through it. I didn't know it was this bad." Hao walks into his room holding three different drinks from Ricky's favorite cafe.

"Hao ge, please save me. I need to get out." Ricky abandons his book for the drinks. He used to get a drink from this cafe every day after working out. He misses his old life.

"I'm sorry, Ricky. The hate train still hasn't died down. Your Alpha hasn't shut up about you yet. He even posted something cryptic on Weibo yesterday."

"Ex-alpha," Ricky corrects. There was still some emotional weight in his heart every time he remembered his failure as an omega. It's not your failure.

"Yes, sorry, your ex. So, it's better if you stay out of the public eye for some more time, Ricky. I know it has been hard, but trust me. I'm working on a solution. I am negotiating with a brand in Seoul. We might get a deal soon." Hao sits next to him on his bed and releases pheromones to comfort Ricky. They were more than a manager and his client. They have developed a more meaningful relationship over the years. But they are both introverts who struggle to express affection freely. So more often than not, they are awkward around each other. Ricky wishes that wasn't the case.

Ricky breathes in Hao's lavender scent. He wishes he could bury his face in the older omega's neck, scent him, and weep away his sorrows. But he's too shy and prideful for that. He's never done that with Hao or, in fact, anyone before. Hao was his closest relationship, resembling a friend. He didn't want to scare Hao ge away. So instead, he squeezes Hao's hand, seeking comfort more subtly.

"I hope you haven't been reading all the articles that are coming out, Ricky. I am handling them, but I don't want you to see them and get upset. They are just trying to make money; they don't know you." They don't know how wonderful you are. Hao does not say that out loud.

"I haven't," Ricky replies. He has been doing everything Hao has asked him to. He never steps out of his house. He doesn't read the articles. He has been taking care of his health and spending time with his mom. But sometimes he hears others talking about it; his aunties said he was the new owner of the worst omega title. They told it as a joke, but it still hurt him. Is he really a bad omega? Is that why his alpha left him? Does Hao ge think that too?

"I have been doing everything you asked me to," Rickys says his gaze fixed intently on Hao, waiting for a reaction. He wants to please Hao. He wants to prove he's not a bad omega.

But Hao looks suspicious instead of pleased. "Ricky, are you sure you are alright? You are being a bit weird. When did you start listening to me?" Hao jokes, unaware of Ricky's emotional state. Ricky can’t blame him; he’s finding it hard to understand himself, so how can he expect Hao to know what he wants?

"I'm fine. I just want to go back to work quickly." He's not lying, but there is something he wants more than that. There is something he wants to hear. Maybe he will never hear it. Maybe he really is the worst omega.

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Ricky greets the driver with a casual wave before sliding into the back seat next to Hao. He pretends not to notice the stunned look on Hao's face, focusing instead on settling in comfortably.

“No, you are not wearing that to the airport, Ricky.” 

Ricky rolls his eyes, looking out the window. He’s leaving his house for the first time in months, so he got a bit excited and dolled up. He’s wearing a sleek, fitted black blouse paired with matching black slacks that taper just right. And of course, he’s wearing black dress shoes that are impeccably shiny. He finished off the look with a pair of sunglasses with distinctive gold accents.

“You obviously look like Ricky right now. You are supposed to disguise yourself, remember?” It's a long drive to the airport, and they don’t have time to make any stops.

“Hm. But… all my outfits look like this,” Ricky says, slowly. He did not think this through. He has only packed his high-fashion and extremely Ricky outfits and some comfortable clothes to wear to bed. He would rather be dead than wear his pajamas to the airport.

“I should have taken you shopping to buy more subtle clothing when we still had time.” Hao pouts, lost in thought, as he searches for a solution.

“I don’t want anyone to know you are even in Korea until the brand announces the ad campaign themselves. Less attention is better until then. You hear me?” Hao continues.

“Yes, ge,” Ricky says, looking down at his hands on his lap. He did not mean to upset the older omega. He has never dressed down in his life, so it didn’t even cross his mind. He should have been more thoughtful. 

Bad omega. If you continue like this, Hoa will leave you too. Ricky scolds himself. He wants to be good to Hao. He wants to show how grateful he is. Just like Hao had promised, he found a way for Ricky to keep working. 

A progressive Korean clothing brand is ready to collaborate with Ricky, despite his recent scandal. They do not know how long the project is going to take; he will be living there for quite some time. He has worked in Seoul before. He has attended numerous fashion events there throughout his career. But he has never worked with a Korean brand. Ricky is eager to live in a new country and start a new life. Perhaps this will allow him to move past the painful memories quickly.

“Sorry ge. I messed up.” Ricky still can't bring himself to meet Hao's gaze.

Hao gazes at him in shock. Ricky was never one to apologize for things like this. He was so used to Ricky being unapologetically himself, he finds this jarring.

“Ricky, am I forcing you to do this? Please don’t feel like you have to do this for me.”

“I do want this, Hao ge. I really want to go to Seoul and start fresh.”

“Are you sure that you are okay?”

“Yes, ge. I am okay.” 

But you don’t seem okay, Ricky. Hao does not say it out loud. Why is it so hard for them to be open with each other? What’s Ricky not telling him? Hao sighs, feeling frustrated with himself. They are almost at the airport.

“Here, wear my hoodie and glasses. Don’t take off your mask at all, okay?” Hao hands Ricky his powder pink hoodie and white frame sunglasses. Ricky wants to protest; wearing this outfit feels like a violation of his carefully crafted image. But at the same time, he is thrilled that the older omega would even consider sharing clothes with him. His omega is happy and giddy to wear something with the older omega’s scent. It’s a very intimate gesture, especially among omegas, it’s something Ricky has never experienced. 

Ricky wears it and inhales deeply. This feels nice.  

He only ever wears his own clothes or borrowed outfits for runways and red carpets, which most of the time stink with the scents of their previous wearer. He’s glad he always wears his scent patch; otherwise, it would have given away how pleased he is right now. He’s sure he would have stank up the car.

“It looks perfect on you, Ricky.” Hao smiles warmly. Ricky looks so soft right now. Hao feels the sudden urge to squeeze Ricky’s face and smother him with a hug. But, of course, he doesn’t act on it.

They finally reach the airport with no time to spare. Thankfully, no one recognizes Ricky as they rush through the busy Shanghai airport. 

Ricky is overcome with a mix of sadness and excitement as they take their seat on the flight. He’s leaving behind Shanghai, the comfort of his own home, his mother, and everything he's been familiar with for a long time. But at the same time, he’s nervous and excited as he prepares to begin a new chapter.

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“Hao Hyung, over here.” Standing in the middle of the crowd is a tall, slender man with a kind smile, waving at them. That must be Hanbin.

Hao and Ricky make their way to Hanbin through the crowd. As soon as they are close enough, Hanbin envelops Hao in a tight embrace. 

“I missed you much, Hyung," Hanbin says, his voice trembling with emotion. 

Hao whispers something into Hanbin’s ear, hugging him tighter. When they pull apart, Ricky sees that Hao has tears running down his face. 

“Hanbinie, this is Ricky.” Hao introduces them, wiping his tears.

“Nice to finally meet you, Ricky.” Ricky is taken aback when Hanbin goes for a hug, but he doesn't stop him. Hanbin seems very affectionate. 

“Hi, Hanbin-si. Nice to meet you too,” Ricky says shyly. He isn’t very confident about his Korean.

“Please call me Hyung. You are like Hao’s family, so you are mine too,” Hanbin says, smiling warmly. An involuntary smile tugs at the corners of Ricky’s mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to be cold to a person who radiates such warmth.

Hanbin didn't let go of Hao’s hand as he led them through the airport towards his car. He only lets Hao go as he loads up their luggage into the trunk of his car. Ricky feels his hands itch, reminding him of times he craved to be held like that.

Hao sits in the passenger seat, his hand resting comfortably on Hanbin’s arm. Ricky occupies the back seat, glancing out the window as the world blurs by in a tapestry of colors and motion. Struggling with the language barrier, Ricky couldn't participate in the conversation, but he felt at ease sitting back and listening to the two older omegas talk about their lives, catching up on what each had missed.

“Ricky, I almost didn’t recognize you earlier today,” Hanbins says, trying to include Ricky in the conversation.

"Oh, thank God! That was the point. I didn’t want anyone to recognize him,” Hao says proudly. "Guess my plan worked."

“Oh, is that Hao’s clothes you are wearing?” Hanbin's eyes find him in the rearview mirror.

Ricky feels a wave of panic rising inside him. "Sorry, Hanbin-si, I didn’t have anything else on me. I didn’t mean to offend you.” How could he wear Hao ge’s clothes right in front of his boyfriend? If this were Alpha Lin, he would have thrown Ricky out of his car by now.

“No, no, Ricky. There’s nothing to apologize for. I was just saying you look different,” Hanbin says, as he and Hao exchange a worried look.

Ricky inhales deeply, his breaths shallow and quick as he tries to steady his nerves. He knows Sung Hanbin is nothing like Alpha Lin. Hanbin is an omega and seems kinder than Lin. But he’s already learned his lesson; he thought Lin was a kind man too when he was sixteen. 

“Ricky, are you alright? You look pale,” Hao asks from the front seat.

“I’m fine, ge.” Ricky sinks lower into his seat, trying to hide from Hanbin and Hao’s watchful gaze. Ricky’s hands start to tremble. He feels panic raise up his body insidiously. 

“Pink is cute on you, Ricky. It goes so well with your blonde hair. I tried bleaching my hair once, but it was so hard to maintain. I gave it up in three weeks. But I have a list of colors that I want to try. But I haven’t found the time to... ” Hanbin talks incessantly, deliberately steering the conversation from one topic to another. His study stream of chatter distracts Ricky from spiraling. Ricky finds Hanbin’s voice to be a comforting presence. 

“We are here!” Hanbin announced as he turned into the apartment gates.

“My apartment is on the third floor, and I’ve set up my dance studio in the basement. It was previously an unused makeshift yoga studio, so I was able to rent it along with my apartment at a decent rate.” There’s a hint of excitement in Hanbin’s voice as he shows Hao his home and studio for the first time. 

Ricky admires the row of mirrors that lined one side of the wall, reflecting the energy and passion of the studio. The rest of the walls are adorned with colorful tapestries and dance posters.

“It’s amazing what you’ve done with the place, Hanbinie,” Hao praises Hanbin.

“Thank you, Hyungie. I should let you guys rest. Come on, I’ll show you where you are staying.”

Hanbin’s apartment is just as vibrant as his studio, with a lot of colorful lamps and a kaleidoscopic carpet. Ricky realizes he’s found someone with a completely different aesthetic from his own. Hanbin’s apartment exudes a soothing atmosphere despite all the loud colors. His entire apartment was filled with the soothing scent of chamomile. Hanbin’s scent is as calming as his smile. Ricky notices, in addition to chamomile, there are also hints of sandalwood in the place.

“Sorry, your condo won’t be ready until Monday. I hope you don’t mind staying here for the weekend,” Hanbin says, leading Ricky to a room.

“My dongsaeng has been living here for a couple of months now, but he went to his parent’s place this weekend. If you need anything, just let me know, Ricky. Rest up,” Hanbin says before leaving the room to give Ricky some time to settle in.

Ricky took in the room he’d be staying in for the next few days. It had books, dumbbells, and even a stray basketball lying around—pretty much a typical guy’s room; at least it smells nice. Hanbin Hyung’s friend must be a beta; the sandalwood scent was mild and pleasant, common for a beta. 

Ricky showers and changes into his pajamas, getting ready for bed, he spots a picture frame on the bedside table.

It is a picture of the ugliest dog Ricky has ever seen. It looks like a stretched-out rat. It didn’t help that the dog was gray. Ricky burst out laughing. The dog's eyes look comically large on its head like they're going to pop out any minute. Can he take this frame with him when he leaves? He laughs heartily, unable to look away from the picture.

Ricky has found his favorite piece of decor in this apartment. He thought the lamps in Hanbin’s hall were questionable, but they don’t hold a candle to this dog. He goes to bed smiling for the first time in months.

Ricky wakes up the next morning feeling well-rested. The sandalwood scent adds a cozy touch to the bed, making it even more comfortable. He feels like staying in bed all day rather than getting up. He hopes the beta is not mad that Ricky slept on his bed. He wore his scent patch all night, which is not advised as it’s too harsh on the scent gland, but he wants to be on his best behavior. He’s only a guest here, after all. 

He walks out of the room to find an empty apartment and a message from Hao telling him the couple have gone out for a walk by the Han River. Ricky is grateful that they didn’t try to wake him up; Ricky is not very nice in the morning. 

Ricky spots a couple of smoothies on the table—one mango and one strawberry. Neat! Hao must have ordered them for him before he left. If only there were an iced Americano too, it’d be the perfect trio.

With his drinks and iPad in hand, he relaxes on the couch, picking a K-drama to watch. His first day in Seoul was pretty much perfect—or so he thought until he heard someone opening the apartment door.

A tall, lanky guy with impossibly long limbs steps into the apartment, his awkwardness immediately apparent. 

“You’re not Hao Hyung,” he says. He looks a bit shocked. Duh, isn’t that obvious? Ricky is immediately annoyed at the guy in front of him. He interrupted his perfectly good day.

“Ah, you must be the friend Hao Hyung mentioned then.” Ricky hopes Hao didn’t reveal his identity to this stranger. What is this guy doing here?

“I have an assignment to submit on Monday, and I literally didn’t take a single thing back home to actually do the assignment. Like, what was I thinking? So I’m here to pick up my things. Lowkey didn’t want to come cause like, I didn’t want to walk in on Hanbin and Hao going at it or something.” As he says it, the guy stops rambling, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What am I even saying?" he laughs, trying to hide his embarrassment with a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Ricky only caught a few words from the rant. He had picked up quite a bit of Korean from his nonstop K-drama binge-watching and from his time working in Seoul, but this guy spoke a mile a minute. So he just stared at him, obviously confused.

"Sorry, I forgot,” the guy suddenly says in English.

“Forgot?” Ricky asks slowly, speaking for the first time since the stranger walked in.

“You are from Shanghai, right? Hao Hyung told me. You probably don’t know Korean, do you?” His English was fairly fluent.

“I can understand and talk.. a bit,” Ricky replies in Korean, sounding somewhat unsure.

“Wow, your Korean is really good. You know three languages?” the stranger asks, switching back to Korean but this time speaking at a slower pace.

“Hm, I guess.” Ricky shrugs. He had to learn English when his family lived in LA for a while.

“Impressive,” Gyuvin says, still standing in front of him awkwardly. This guy was all limbs and looks like he has no idea what to do with his hands. Also, who has legs that long?

“You are..?” Ricky asks, growing impatient. 

“Oh God, sorry, I didn't even tell you my name. I’m Kim Gyuvin!” Gyuvin offers him a sincere yet somehow awkward smile.

Well, that still doesn’t explain why he’s here. So, Ricky stares at him intently, waiting for him to tell him more.

Gyuvin meets Ricky's gaze with wide, uncertain eyes, clearly puzzled as to why Ricky is still looking at him. The way Gyuvin stares at him with his round eyes reminds Ricky of something—there’s something about his eyes that feels familiar.

Then it dawns on Gyuvin. “Oh, right, I live here. Haha, sorry, I forgot to mention that,” he says, rubbing his neck again. “I am staying with my parents for the weekend. I'm here to grab my books,” he adds, mixing English and Korean as he speaks.

Ricky nods. So, this must be the beta that smells like sandalwood? It suits him well.

“Okay.” Ricky doesn’t say anything else and turns back to his iPad, taking a sip of his strawberry drink. He hopes Gyuvin gets the hint and leaves him alone.

Gyuvin disappears into his room and walks out with a bag stuffed with books. 

“Oh wait, I almost forgot.” Gyuvin approaches Ricky. Now that Gyuvin is closer, Ricky notices that his sandalwood scent has hints of spice and smoke. It’s a bit unusual for a beta. 

But before Ricky can fully process the scent, he sees Gyuvin leaning forward to grab the drink Ricky had set on the coffee table in front of him.

“That’s mine,” Ricky says, stopping him.

“You literally have a drink in your hand right now,” Gyuvin argues.

“Both are mine.”

“Hao said he got me one, tho. You need two drinks?” Gyuvin asks, his eyes widening in surprise.

Well, Ricky isn’t about to tell him he usually prefers three drinks if Gyuvin is going to react like this. So he tries to cook up a reasonable explanation.

“I already drank from both. It’s my breakfast,” Ricky says, trying to sound sane, but coming off more like a child holding onto his toys. He’s holding both the smoothies now.

“Okay, you can have it,” Gyuvin says, raising both hands as if trying to pacify an upset cat.

Is Gyuvin mocking him? Ricky stares at him, feeling his irritation grow as Gyuvin’s gesture—hands raised in a placating manner—starts to get under his skin.

“What’s with the death stare? I told you, you can have it,” Gyuvin says, looking totally baffled and a bit freaked out by the intensity of Ricky’s gaze.

“I’m sorry. You can actually have it. I don’t even like mango,” Gyuvin continues, clearly fibbing to calm Ricky down.

Suddenly, it hits Ricky what Gyuvin reminds him of. Gyuvin’s eyes resemble the dog in the picture frame on the nightstand. Ricky grins at the thought. They really do look like twins, especially with Gyuvin’s expression at the moment. Ricky's grin grows wider.

Gyuvin visibly relaxes when he sees Ricky’s expression soften. “Phew, I really thought I’d pissed you off or something,” he admits. 

Was Gyuvin actually scared of Ricky right now? Ricky thinks it’s strangely endearing how easily Gyuvin got spooked. Ricky would never start a fight, but if he did, there’s no way Gyuvin would lose to him. They were of similar height, but Gyuvin was twice as wide as him.

“We are good,” Ricky manages to say through his grin. Gyuvin gives him a thumbs-up in response. What a loser .

“Hey, you haven’t told me your name yet,” Gyuvin asks as he gets ready to leave.

“I’m Shen Quanrui. You can call me Ricky ,” Ricky says quietly, hoping Gyuvin won’t look him up online later. The name doesn’t seem to faze Gyuvin. That’s good, maybe he doesn’t know me.

“Well, see you around then, Ricky,” Gyuvin replies before heading out.

Ricky turns back to his drama, but he finds himself staring at the screen blankly, unable to stop thinking about the beta.

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Ricky tries to hide in his room, but it doesn’t work out. Hanbin forces him out and puts him on snack duty, or at least that’s what he tells Ricky so he doesn’t run back to his room again. Ricky exhales out loud . It’s going to be a long night.

Hanbin has decided to throw a small party to introduce Hao to his friends. It was a small, intimate party with less than ten guests, but still, it was a lot for Ricky. Hanbin seems to be excited to finally introduce Hao to his friends. Having a boyfriend like Hao but never getting to show him off must have been frustrating. Hao and Hanbin spent the whole weekend planning for this party, while Ricky stayed in his room to not get in their way.

Hanbin’s already colorful apartment somehow seems more vibrant and loud tonight. The place is filled with chatter and laughter. Ricky stood awkwardly beside Hao, feeling like a fish out of water. Despite the friendly atmosphere, Ricky was aware that he knew no one else here, a fact that made him cling to Hao’s side like a lifeline. Ricky decides he will talk to at most four people to make sure he's not being rude, and then he will retire to his bed.

Every now and then, Hao would glance at Ricky, offering an apologetic smile as if to say, Sorry for dragging you into this . Ricky understood the sentiment; Hao had been eager for him to join, but socializing with strangers wasn't Ricky’s idea of a fun night. Still, he appreciated Hao’s efforts to make him feel included.

“Wow, so you are real. I was convinced Hanbin Hyung was just lying this whole time.” Hao laughs as he looks at the tall, broad alpha with a baby face, who’s staring back at him in disbelief. Ricky remembers thinking the same thing years ago when Hao kept talking about Hanbin. Hanbin sounded too perfect to be true.

“Yeah, I thought he was just making stuff up to ward off alphas,” a beta chimes in. The beta was wearing a very interesting-looking jacket; it looked expensive. Ricky recognized the high-end brand, but despite Ricky's appreciation for fashion, he couldn't quite fathom why anyone would willingly choose such a statement piece.

“Even our parents thought that,” another young alpha chimes in. He did not look old enough to be here. 

Hanbin rolls his eyes, “Hao hyung, this was what I had to deal with all the time.” 

“My poor baby.” Hao laughs heartily as he hears Hanbin’s friends launch into a series of embarrassing stories about Hanbin. Hao shakes his head in mock sympathy as the latest story unfolds. Hao seemed determined to immerse himself in every facet of Hanbin’s life, catching up on everything he had missed. As he listened to the laughter and banter, Ricky felt a pang in his heart. The bond between Hao and Hanbin was palpable. He realized how hard it must be for omegas to live so far from each other.

At least Hao ge’s having a good time.

“Hi,” the tall alpha with the baby face turns his attention towards Ricky now, “I’m Gunwook. I don’t think we have met before.” Gunwook’s eyes flickered with nerves, but he tried to hide it behind a smile.

“I’m Ricky. I just moved here from Shanghai.” Ricky looks at Gunwook, trying to figure out his age. He didn’t look as young as the other alpha, but he didn’t look much older either. Gunwook had the poise of an adult, but his boyish looks and obvious nervousness made it tough to pin down his exact age. Whether Gunwook is a pup or not, he’s still an alpha. Ricky warns himself.

“Oh, you must be Hao Hyung’s friend.”

Ricky nods, feeling a bit on edge. He hasn’t been around a lot of alphas other than Lin or his mother. Ricky feels the urge to put some distance between them.

“Excuse me, I have to go. Hanbin Hyung had asked me to set up the table,” Ricky says, trying to leave the conversation.

“Oh, I will help you, Ricky-si.” Gunwook offers eagerly. He doesn’t leave his side. Ricky resigns himself to the task, appreciating the help but still wary of the attention. Together, they unwrap the bags and meticulously arrange the contents on the table. Gunwook seems to be a curious kid, like he’s excited to meet a new person from a faraway land. As they set up the table, he asks a lot of questions about Shanghai, and then he starts asking questions about Ricky. He tries to answer as vaguely as possible. With articles about him still going around, he didn’t feel as proud as he once used to be about his accomplishments. You ruined it all for an alpha.

“Then can I call you Hyung? We are only a year apart.,” Gunwook asks eagerly with a sweet smile.

 “Sure,” Ricky agrees, his tone light and accommodating. There was no reason to hurt the pup; he seems sweet enough.

As they continue placing the last platter of finger food on the table, Gunwook leans over Ricky to adjust a platter. Suddenly, the young alpha’s smile falters, replaced by a flash of sadness.

“How do you know Gyuvin Hyungie?" Gunwook asks, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

Ricky raises an eyebrow, noticing the change in Gunwook’s demeanor. The question catches him off guard. “I don’t really know him. I only met him yesterday.”

Gunwook blushes deeply, like he just heard Ricky say something scandalous.

"Hanbin hyung, let me stay in Gyuvin’s room for the weekend," Ricky explains.

Gunwook interrupts him, his expression shifting to one of sudden realization. "Oh, that's why you smell like him," he blurts out, his smile widening in relief as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

Now it was Ricky’s turn to blush. Oh god , he didn’t realize he started smelling like the beta after sleeping in his bed for two nights . Did this pup just assume he hooked up with Gyuvin?

Thankfully, he hears Hao calling him from across the room, helping him escape from this awkward conversation.

“Ricky, come here. I need to introduce you to someone.” Ricky walks over to where Hao was standing with two other guys. As he walks closer to them, he realizes they are both alphas too. Suddenly he found himself thinking about what Lin would think about Ricky hanging out with so many alphas without Lin chaperoning him. You don’t have to worry about that anymore, do you?

“This is Matthew and Jiwoong, Ricky.” Ricky immediately recognizes their names. They are the owners of the brand he’s going to work with in Seoul. Both the alphas had totally different vibes; the taller one, Jiwoong, had dark hair and tan skin, which gave him a sophisticated but slightly mysterious aura. On the other hand, Matthew is shorter but notably muscular, with a sweet, round face that contrasts with his imposing physique.

“Nice to meet you both, Matthew-si and Jiwoong-si,” Ricky says, bowing slightly. He fumbles with his words, his nerves betraying him. “I w-will work hard for the... camagin.” He cringes internally at his own pronunciation, wishing he could disappear. By the end of the night, Ricky thinks he's either going to be seen as a snob for not talking at all or look dumb for my broken Korean. The thought of making a poor impression weighs heavily on him, adding to his anxiety. 

But Matthew responds with a warm smile that seems to convey reassurance. His expression is almost as if he’s silently telling Ricky not to worry about his broken sentences.

“We are so happy to work with you, Ricky. I have followed your career for so long; I think it’s inspiring,” Matthew says with a big smile, his excitement evident. He clings to one of Jiwoong’s arms, chatting animatedly about his plans for Ricky. “You’re just perfect for our brand—non-traditional and bold. When Hao reached out to us…”

Are they an alpha couple? Hanbin seems to be friends with a lot of unique people who don’t fit the usual stereotypes, and oddly enough, that makes Ricky feel more at ease.

“I’m sure you can fill him in on all the details when we meet him for work, Matthew,” Jiwoong says, smiling fondly at Matthew. “Ricky, thanks for accepting our offer. We couldn’t have asked for a better person to represent our brand.” Jiwoong pulls Matthew closer to him, as if worried Matthew might latch on to Ricky instead. 

Hanbin strides over with drinks in hand and passes them around. “Oh good, you guys met already,” he says, looking pleased. “If Matthew had to wait another second to meet Ricky...”

“Stop it, Hyung,” Matthew interrupts with a playful pout. “I was just excited to meet him. If I’d known Hao Hyung was his manager, I would’ve tried to be besties with Ricky ages ago.”

“Haha, exactly why we didn’t tell you,” Hanbin teases.

Ricky chuckles, trying not to appear rude. Besties with an alpha? Alpha Lin would have never allowed that to happen. He drains his drink in a single gulp.

Ricky tries to join in the conversation here and there, but he’s already feeling worn out. He starts wondering if it’d be okay to head out early. It wouldn’t be rude to say I’m still jet-lagged, right?  

As everyone gradually moves to the kitchen table to dig into the food, Ricky spots Gunwook still at the table, diligently passing around platters. Thinking this might be a good time to slip away unnoticed, Ricky quietly heads to his room.

Just as he settles on the bed, he hears someone else slip into the room.

“What are you doing here?” Ricky asks, surprised to see Gyuvin standing there, equally caught off guard. Gyuvin was sporting black skinny jeans and a blue dress shirt—a college student's half-hearted attempt at formality. Gyuvin’s soft brown hair looked like he’d messed it up on purpose. Despite the casual effort, he still managed to look sharp. For some reason, that really annoys Ricky.

“I came to drop off my bag in my room before I joined the party,” Gyuvin says, clearly enjoying riling Ricky up.

Ricky rolls his eyes. “I’ll just be here for another day. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough.”

Gyuvin raises an eyebrow. “What are you doing in here, anyway?”

Ricky shrugs, not really wanting to explain.

“Come on, let’s go join everyone else, or we’ll miss out,” Gyuvin says with a knowing grin.

“Miss out what?” Ricky questions.

Gyuvin just shrugs, mimicking Ricky’s earlier action. He gives Ricky one last smirk before heading out. Annoyed but with a hint of amusement, Ricky follows him out of the room.

They join everyone else by the table, and Gunwook looks at them curiously as they walk in together.

“Gyuvinie, you’re late!” Hanbin chides with a playful scolding.

“Sorry, I got stuck in traffic. You know how far my parents’ place is,” Gyuvin says, trying to pacify Hanbin. Then he turns and gives Ricky a pointed look, as if it’s his fault.

Ricky glares back, feeling a surge of irritation. Now he’s tempted to just set up camp in Gyuvin’s room permanently and never let him come back.

Everyone digs into the food and drinks. Gyuvin really gets the party going. He sets up the karaoke and gets people dancing. He finds out that the beta with that interesting jacket is Taerae, a pro gamer. He also has the voice of an angel; he hasn't stepped away from the karaoke, and Ricky had no complaints. The other baby alpha who was hanging out with Gunwook earlier is named Yujin.

Ricky starts to get the hang of who’s who. He finds out that Yujin is Hanbin’s cousin and the youngest of the group. Matthew and Hanbin have been friends for a while. They hit it off in college and became best friends. Jiwoong, Matthew’s mate, met everyone through Matthew. No wonder Matthew and Hanbin hit it off. They were an alpha dating another alpha and an omega dating another omega. It makes sense that they’d get along so perfectly.

Gunwook and Gyuvin were Hanbin’s juniors from school, while Taerae and Hanbin grew up in the same neighborhood. They all have known each other for a while. As Ricky looks around, he wonders if Hao feels like an outsider among them at his own boyfriend’s party. But when he glances at Hao, he finds him wrapped in Hanbin’s arms on the couch, looking happier than Ricky has ever seen him.

“They are so cute, I could die.” Gyuvin comes and stands next to him, with a comically large glass of cocktail in his hand.

Ricky couldn’t help but stare at the huge drink in his hand. 

“Dude, why are you looking at my drink like that? Don’t steal this one too,” Gyuvin teases, playfully moving the drink away from Ricky’s reach.

Ricky glares at him. “It was mine,” he says, remembering how ridiculous he must have looked yesterday fighting over a smoothie with a stranger. Yet, here he is again, caught up in the same silly battle with Gyuvin. Something about Gyuvin makes him act silly.

“Nu-huh, Hao Hyung told me he bought it for me.”

“Whatever, stop being annoying.” God, Gyuvin is such a child. But Ricky finds it hard to ignore him.

“Fine, fine. Buy me a drink—the same one, a mango smoothie. I will forgive you,” Gyuvin says as he takes another big gulp of his cocktail.

Ricky nods, not wanting to argue with the beta further. 

“Cool, it’s a date then.” Gyuvin says, wanting to get on Ricky’s nerves. Ricky just glares at him, trying to ignore the way his heart skips a beat. Ricky grabs himself another drink.

The room suddenly falls silent as Taerae finishes his third ballad of the night. Hanbin pulls Hao to the center of the room, and, to everyone’s surprise, he drops to one knee.

Ricky glances at Gyuvin, who’s the only one not looking surprised. Oh, this is what he didn’t want to miss. Gyuvin pulls out his phone to record the moment.

“Hao hyung,” Hanbin begins, his voice steady but brimming with emotion. “I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I was that clueless junior, gawking at the amazing exchange student playing violin on stage. I knew from that moment that you were the other half of my soul. Thank you for not getting creeped out by me that day.”

Hao laughs, reaching out to hold Hanbin’s hand.

“Our time together was short—just one incredible year before you had to move back to China. Even though we had to part ways, every day since then has reminded me of how much I cherish you.”

Hanbin smiles, a tear sparkling in his eye. “The distance has been tough, and there were days when it felt like we were miles apart in more ways than one. Every time you came to visit me, it only got harder to let you go. But through it all, my love for you has only grown stronger.”

Hanbin and Hao take a moment to wipe away their tears.Ricky notices that Gyuvin is crying even harder than the both of them.

Hanbin takes a deep breath and looks up at Hao with a tender smile. His voice shakes slightly as he continues, “It’s been eight years, and you still tease me for asking you to be my mate just two days after we met. So, I hope you won’t make fun of me now for asking you this just two days after you move in with me. I can’t imagine spending another day without you by my side. Hao, will you marry me?”

Hao’s eyes are filled with tears as he looks at Hanbin, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hanbin,” he says softly, “I’ve waited for this moment for so long. Yes, I will marry you. I love you.”

As Hanbin and Hao embrace, everyone starts clapping and cheering. Gyuvin starts sobbing harder. “Rickyy, can you record for sometime?” he manages to say through his tears. Without waiting for a response, he hands his phone over to Ricky and rushes to the kitchen to grab some napkins.

Hanbin and Hao are swarmed by their friends, who gather around them with big smiles and tons of congratulations. The room erupts with cheers, hugs, and happy chatter as everyone joins in the celebration. Gyuvin finally comes back with a handful of napkins and spots Ricky still holding the phone. He grabs Ricky by the arm and pulls him into the crowd.

Gyuvin makes his way to the center of the circle and pulls Hanbin and Hao into a big bear hug, almost lifting them off the ground. “You guys deserve so much happiness,” he says, his tears starting up again.

Ricky catches Hao’s eye, seeing the pure joy on his face. “I’m so happy for you, Hao ge,” Ricky says, feeling a bit shy about hugging him. Instead, he gives Hao’s hand a squeeze. But before he can say more, Hanbin pulls him into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ricky. I was worried Hao would feel sad with no family around, but you’re part of his family too. I hope I have your approval,” Hanbin says, letting Ricky go.

“Of course, Hyung. You make him so happy,” Ricky replies, glancing at Hao’s beaming face. Finding his courage, he pulls Hao into a warm hug, finally joining in the celebration.

As Ricky pulls away from the hug with Hao, he hears Gyuvin sobbing even harder in the background.

“Your proposal video is probably drowning in Gyuvin’s sobbing, Hyung. You should’ve asked me to record instead,” Ricky says to Hanbin with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

“Haha, cute,” Hao coos at Gyuvin. Ricky can’t help but agree, chuckling as he nods in agreement.

“You won’t find this cute for long. I’ve been dealing with his tears and snot since he was an alpha pup. He’s still the same.” Hanbin, with a warm smile, gently wipes Gyuvin’s tears, despite his teasing words.

Alpha pup? Ricky’s alarm bells don’t ring at all. It’s hard to feel intimidated by an alpha who’s crying like that. He scolds his omega for being soft for yet another alpha. He feels disappointed in himself for letting his guard down yet again . When will you learn?

As the party winds down and the apartment starts to empty out, Ricky finally makes his way to the bed, exhausted. 

Just as he settles in, Gyuvin shows up again , following him like a shadow. Gyuvin, looking red from either the alcohol or all the crying—or maybe both. 

“Yah! What are you doing here?”

“This is my room,” Gyuvin replies, jumping onto the bed and burying his face in a pillow.

"Not this again.” Ricky rolls his eyes. “I’m staying here for now, remember?”

Gyuvin ignores him, quietly crying into the pillow. Seeing this tugs at Ricky’s heart, and he finally relents. “Alright, what can I do to help?” he asks gently. Ricky surprises himself with his gentle tone. Maybe he’s a little drunk, too.

Gyuvin, still muffled by the pillow, says, “Hanbin Hyung usually cuddles and scents me when I’m like this. It always calms me down.”

Ricky sits there quietly, not saying anything. He doesn’t really do the whole cuddling thing, so he’s not sure what to do.

Gyuvin is sitting up now, looking at Ricky with curiosity and hope. Ricky notices that, along with his cheeks, Gyuvin’s nose is red too. Cute.

Ricky nods, trying not to overthink it. It’s just a friendly cuddle. Without missing a beat, Gyuvin hugs Ricky and buries his face in his neck like it’s a pillow.

Ricky, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, briefly gets concerned that Gyuvin might topple them both over, but Gyuvin grips him tightly, keeping them steady. With Gyuvin’s face pressed against the curve of his neck, Ricky feels a flush of warmth rise to his cheeks. He definitely had a bit too much to drink, or else he would have pushed Gyuvin away by now.

“I’m worried Hanbin Hyung might leave me now,” Gyuvin says, once he’s calmed down. 

Ricky listens quietly as Gyuvin goes on, “I know he won’t, but I’m just afraid I won’t fit into his life anymore.” Ricky nods, recognizing that feeling all too well.

Gyuvin jokes, “You probably think I’m a total loser now, right?”

Ricky shakes his head. “I’ve had people leave me too. I g-get it,” he says in a moment of weakness.

Gyuvin watches him with tender curiosity, his gaze locked on Ricky, who is staring down, deliberately avoiding the other’s gaze. ”Why would anyone leave someone lovely like you?” Ricky feels the back of Gyuvin’s fingers brush softly against his cheek. The touch is gentle and tender, carrying a quiet warmth that makes Ricky’s heart flutter.

Ricky closes his eyes, trying to push away the painful memories of those who have left him before—his alpha father, his ex. What if Hao, too, decides to leave?

Ricky shakes his head. There is a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m not lovely. People leave.” He wishes he had stopped with the second drink.

Gyuvin replies, gently turning Ricky’s face to meet his gaze. “I’m looking at you right now, and all I can think about is how lovely you are.” Ricky both hates and loves that Gyuvin sounds like the alpha’s from the dramas he loves to watch.

Gyuvin’s gaze drifts to Ricky’s neck, noting the flush of red beneath his scent patch. He inhales deeply, searching for something.

“Why does this room not smell like you?” Gyuvin asks, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice. He realizes Ricky hasn’t removed his scent patch since he started staying here.

“I didn’t want you to come back to a room that didn’t smell like you. I’m just a guest here.”

“But you’ve been wearing this for over two days? Don’t tell me you’ve had it on the whole time,” Gyuvin says, his concern evident. “I can barely wear mine for half a day. You don’t have to do this. I don’t mind.”

“I usually only take it off when I’m at home,” Ricky explains. “Sometimes I wear it for weeks when I’m traveling for work. I’m used to it.” Ricky hates it. It’s really harsh on his scent glands, but he likes to pretend it doesn’t bother him. He doesn't have a lot of options. Ricky feels vulnerable without his patch. Ricky likes to keep his face straight and hide his emotions, so letting everyone smell his feelings makes him feel exposed.

“Oh, whatever you feel comfortable with,” Gyuvin says, trying to mask his disappointment. Gyuvin floods the room with his scent, sensing Ricky’s discomfort.

Ricky breathes in the sandalwood scent, lost in thought. 

Ricky finds himself slowly wanting to take the patch off. He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol, his curiosity to see how Gyuvin would react, or his inner omega wanting to leave its scent on the alpha’s bed. Maybe it’s a combination of all the above.

There's a familiar tug in his chest that makes him hesitate, but the temptation is hard to ignore. Gyuvin watches him silently, his expression unreadable but oddly encouraging. Ricky swallows, feeling the weight of his decision hanging in the air between them.

He cautiously takes his patch off, stealing a glance at Gyuvin. To Ricky's surprise, the alpha's eyes are wide, a blend of nervousness and excitement written all over his face. His cheeks are flushed, though it's hard to tell if it’s from the alcohol or something else.

Ricky feels exposed but strangely comforted by Gyuvin's attentive gaze. It's as if he's been waiting for this moment too. The room slowly fills with Ricky's scent, mingling with Gyuvin's sandalwood aroma.

Gyuvin starts, "Wow, it's..." He pauses, seemingly lost for words. Ricky’s vanilla scent wafts through the room, with subtle notes of strawberry woven into it. The fragrance is soft and inviting, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere around them.

"It's really nice," Gyuvin finishes, a hint of wonder in his voice. 

Gyuvin takes a deep breath, his expression lighting up with something. He leans back slightly, looking almost dazed. “It’s not what I expected.”

That's another reason why Ricky always keeps his scent covered. Smelling like a bakery from a fairy tale doesn’t exactly scream hot and intimidating. He's always tried to maintain an air of mystery and allure, but his warm, sweet scent tends to betray that image. For Ricky, it's always been about control—about presenting himself in a way that commands respect and confidence. A vanilla-strawberry scent doesn’t fit into that picture.

Seeing the change in Ricky’s expression, Gyuvin leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “It suits you perfectly.” 

Ricky’s heart skips a beat. “You really think so?” Ricky asks, letting himself be vulnerable just this once.

Gyuvin nods, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I do. It’s just... you. It’s nice.”

Ricky feels his cheeks heat up at the compliment. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

He’s not used to sharing this part of himself, and he’s surprised by how much Gyuvin’s reaction pleases him.

His scent sweetens as he notices Gyuvin’s gaze still fixed intently on him, as if trying to memorize every detail. His scent is giving away how pleased he is with Gyuvin’s reaction.

Gyuvin seems to pick up on this shift and leans even closer. “Fuck, so sweet." Ricky could feel the gentle rush of Gyuvin’s breath against his neck.

Ricky’s cheeks flush with warmth. He finds himself wondering what it would be like to be kissed by someone other than Lin. The way Gyuvin looks at him so intently makes Ricky feel like he might let himself be kissed if Gyuvin tried to. 

But then Gyuvin’s eyes suddenly widen as he comes to his senses.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I will go see if there are any leftovers.” Gyuvin gets up and leaves Ricky alone on the bed.

As Ricky sits there, a rush of embarrassment floods over him. Did the alpha seriously think about food when Ricky was practically offering himself?

Ricky didn’t know if he should laugh or cry.

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Gyuvin isn’t really sure what he wants to do with his life. It seems like everyone around him has things all figured out, but the older he gets, the more interests he discovers, which just makes deciding even harder. Gunwook called it decision paralysis . Gyuvin didn’t know what that meant at first, but after Gunwook explained it, he was pretty sure that’s what he was dealing with.

Sometimes Gyuvin thinks he wants to be a dancer like Hanbin Hyung. He knows he’s not half as talented as Hanbin, but the kids at the dance studio adore him, and he wonders if he could become a permanent teacher there after he graduates. Other times, he thinks he should become a photographer; he was the president of the photography club at his university before going to the military. Gyuvin doesn’t think he’s skilled enough to go pro just yet, but he believes he can learn. His photography skills have helped him even earn enough to pay for a semester. Then again, sometimes he also thinks about following his dad’s advice and putting his computer science degree to use by getting an internship and eventually transitioning into a full-time job. Every weekend, his father says the same thing. You can’t find an omega until you are stable in life, Gyuvin.

 There is only one thing Gyuvin is sure of in life. He wants to fall in love so badly. When he was a teenager, he desperately tried to fall in love with Hanbin , but it just didn't work out . For one, Hanbin was only into omegas, and secondly, love isn't something you can force. And that sucked for Gyuvin because he was desperate to fall in love. 

 He really gave it his all to fall in love with his ex-girlfriend. After Hanbin, she was basically his closest friend at the time, the prettiest omega in high school, and incredibly kind, but his alpha just didn’t feel that connection with her. It wasn’t enough for Gyuvin to love her, and it was his fault, not hers. So, naturally, she ended things with him. Of course, Gyuvin doesn’t blame her though; he’s surprised she even stayed with him for as long as she did. 

When it comes to his career, Gyuvin can’t seem to make up his mind. And in his love life, he knows he wants love, but it feels like love doesn’t want him. Since finishing his enlistment, he’s been drifting through life, unsure of what direction to take.

 “Hyung, did I make you wait for too long?” Gunwook asks as he sits down across from Gyuvin. Gyuvin closes his laptop, feeling a bit relieved that Gunwook finally showed up. He was on the verge of tearing up about his messy life again. 

 “No, I was just filling out some internship applications. Don’t worry,” Gyuvin replies, though he groans. The hangover is brutal, and dealing with the applications isn’t making it any easier.

“I asked to meet because I wanted to go with you to your apartment. I’ve got an engagement gift for Hanbin and Hao Hyung,” Gunwook says, looking a bit nervous. Gyuvin can’t help but feel a little suspicious.

 “Really? Why now? You could just give it to them when we meet up later, right?” Gyuvin asks, wondering whether he should get them a gift too. Gunwook has always been a considerate guy and a real sweetheart, but this is new. He’s never been one to give gifts in all the years they’ve known each other.

 “Why not? Hanbin Hyung is always so nice to me, so I thought I should do something in return. Plus, I want to make Hao Hyung feel comfortable with us... and then..." Gunwook rambles on. Gunwook always had an answer for everything, but this rambling was quite unusual. 

 Thinking about rambling reminds Gyuvin of how he ended up sobbing and blubbering in front of Ricky last night. He can’t believe he was crying about Hanbin leaving him to someone he barely knows. He always reaches a new level of pathetic every time he drinks. He doesn't even remember what else happened. He groans from the frustration and the headache.

 “Hyung, what’s wrong?”

“I drank too much last night,” Gyuvin says, not explaining further. He doesn’t want Gunwook to know just how pathetic he is.

“You should get something to eat, Hyung. It might help you feel better,” Gunwook suggests.

Gyuvin just shrugs, his mind still preoccupied with the missing pieces of last night. What else did he do?

“I’ll get you something. My treat!” Gunwook says as he heads to the counter. Gyuvin can't help but wonder if Gunwook’s sudden show of care has some other motive. On any other day, Gunwook would never volunteer to pay for anything; he loves being the one babied by his Hyungs. Where’s this coming from? Gyuvin’s mind is full of questions today.

 At least he’ll get to go back home to his own bed today. Hanbin must have dropped Ricky off at his new condo by now. Gyuvin tries not to wince at the thought of Ricky. He hopes Ricky doesn’t mention his embarrassing breakdown to Hanbin and Hao. 

By the time they reached Gyuvin and Hanbin’s apartment, Gyuvin’s suspicion of Gunwook had only grown. Why was Gunwook acting all excited?

 “Looks like no one’s here,” Gyuvin says as they enter the apartment. Gunwook looked like a kid who had his candy stolen when he saw the empty apartment.

 “Yah, don’t look so sad. They'll be back.” Gyuvin assures him. “Wait here. I’ll drop my bag in my room.” 

As soon as Gyuvin steps into the room, he’s hit with a sweet vanilla-strawberry scent. The memory of last night floods back to him—how a drunk Gyuvin and a drunk Ricky almost scented each other. He then recalls running out of the room with a lame excuse, leaving the omega alone. Damn, did he go back to the room, or did he just head straight home?

Gyuvin can't decide which is worse—abandoning Ricky in such an intimate moment or doing something they’d both regret while they were drunk. Since he didn’t wake up smelling like strawberries, he’s pretty sure nothing happened. Right?

“What’s taking you so lo—” Gunwook steps into the room and immediately notices the scent. His eyes widen as he looks at Gyuvin.

“Shut up before you say anything. You know Ricky? He stayed here for a couple of days…” Gyuvin quickly adds, regretting it as soon as he says it. He’s worried Gunwook will jump to conclusions and think they’ve been hooking up or something.

But Gunwook doesn’t really react. He just nods, as if he already knows.

“No, I mean. He stayed here while I was at my parent's place,” Gyuvin tries to explain, but Gunwook doesn’t seem bothered.

“Yeah, I know. He told me last night…” Gunwook’s cheeks redden a bit. And then it clicks.

Is that why Gunwook is here? To meet Ricky?

“Oh, did Ricky also go out with Hanbin and Hao Hyung?" Gunwook asks, trying hard to sound casual.

“No, I mean yes. He won’t be coming back. Hanbin and Hao must have dropped Ricky off at his new condo by now,” Gyuvin says a bit too smugly. Gunwook’s face falls, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, so he won’t be back?” Gunwook asks, taking a deep breath.

Gyuvin suddenly feels a strong urge to protect Ricky’s scent as if the omega were actually here.

“You can wait in the living room. They’ll be back any minute now,” Gyuvin says, guiding the younger alpha out.

“No, I guess I’ll just head out then. You can give this to them,” Gunwook replies, handing over the wrapped gift.

“Dude, if you were just going to give it to me, you could have done that on campus,” Gyuvin says, though he knows that’s not the real reason Gunwook was here.

“You’re right. I’ll give it to them myself.” Gunwook agrees to stay but clearly doesn’t want to. Maybe he’s just grumpy from the hangover or in need of some sleep. There’s no real reason for him to be irritated with Gunwook. But whatever it is, Gyuvin isn’t in the mood to be nice.

“So, what else did you talk about with him?”

“With who?”

“With Ricky.”

The stupid blush is back on Gunwook’s face. Usually, he finds it adorable, but not today.

“Not much. Ricky’s really cool. He’s super successful too! He tried to downplay it, but I think he was just being humble. Or maybe he’s just shy,” Gunwook says with a smile. Gyuvin’s annoyance grows, but Gunwook continues, “I honestly thought Hao Hyung worked for someone much older when he mentioned working for someone high-profile, but Ricky is basically your age. How cool is it that he’s already so successful?”

“It’s Ricky-hyung to you.”

 “I don’t think he cares about honorifics, Hyung. He’s from Shanghai. Did you know he has lived in LA too?”

 Gyuvin did not like the fact that Gunwook seemed to know more about Ricky than he did. 

 “You know what? On second thought, I’ll just pass the gift to them. You should go. It’s getting late.”

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Ricky's heart sinks a little as he glances around the condo; the spacious living room and stunning view of the Han River almost make him forget the fact that there's only one bedroom. He had known all along that Hao would want to stay with Hanbin. They’re engaged, after all—but a part of him had still clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Hao might choose to stay with him instead.

As he forces a smile, he reminds himself that this is just the way things are. Hao has a life with Hanbin now, and Ricky needs to focus on building his own life here in Seoul. He turns to Hanbin, who is waiting expectantly.

“It’s perfect, Hyung,” Ricky repeats, hoping his voice doesn’t betray the twinge of disappointment he feels. 

Hanbin gives him a reassuring smile. “I’m glad you like it. The landlord is a good friend of mine, so if you need anything, just let me know. I can reach out to him for you.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” Ricky says again, grateful for all that Hanbin has done for him. He knows it wasn’t easy finding a place on such short notice, especially one with a view like this.

Ricky’s thoughts wander back to his conversation with Gyuvin the night before, remembering how Gyuvin had expressed his own worries about losing Hanbin. At least Gyuvin isn’t the one being kicked out right now. Ricky had never actually lived with Hao in Shanghai, even though he wanted to. But Alpha Lin never allowed it. Since Ricky spent most of his time traveling with Hao for work, Lin demanded that Ricky stay with him whenever he was in Shanghai. So when they decided they would move to a new country together, he expected they would live together finally.

“Ricky…” Hao looks at him knowingly. “Hanbin’s place is not that far from here. So please text me if you need anything. Don’t go out anywhere by yourself.” Hao’s voice takes on the familiar tone of concern, slipping back into his manager mode. Ricky can’t help but think that Hao worries too much.

“Hao ge, maybe you should take a break, you know, to celebrate your engagement,” Ricky suggests, pointing to the ring on Hao’s finger. The last few months have been stressful for Ricky, but he knows that whatever happened with Lin has been weighing on Hao too, even though Hao rarely talks about it.

“Don’t be silly,” Hao replies, quickly dismissing the idea. Ricky isn’t surprised; he’s seen this pattern play out countless times before. In the past six years, the only times Hao has ever taken a break were the brief trips to Seoul to see Hanbin, and even those never lasted more than a few days. Now that they’re living in the same city, Ricky fears that Hao might never take a break again.

“We have a meeting with Matthew’s brand tomorrow. I’ve arranged for a car, and I’ll come pick you up at 10 a.m. Don’t be late,” Hao adds, swiftly shifting back to business.

Hanbin and Hao offer to help him unpack, but he declines. He didn’t want to take more of the couple’s time than he already has. 

Despite everything, Ricky is glad to finally have his own space. He can decorate it how he likes without worrying about annoying Lin. He’s unsure how long Matthew’s brand will keep working with him before they decide to drop him too. They probably won’t want to keep him around once they find out what the Chinese media is saying about him. But for now, he decides to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

He has so much to buy. The place is already furnished, but it needs more. He wants to build his nest in the living room. Is that too weird? But the bedroom doesn’t have the same view as the massive window in the living room. How romantic would it be to wake up to a view of the Han River every day? But then again, he could make the nest in his room super cozy. He does prefer sleeping in a completely dark room.

Or he could do both. Isn’t that the whole point of living alone? He can finally do whatever he wants.

The old Ricky would have ignored Hao’s warning and rushed out to shop alone. But now he feels guilty for dragging Hao into the whole mess with Lin and wants to make up for it. This time, he’s determined to listen to Hao, even though he knows he can’t fix years of Ricky annoying Hao. Ricky worries that Hao might already hate him for it. He’s trying his best to make Hao happy now. The thought of his work in Korea ending and possibly having to return to Shanghai alone scares Ricky. Hao has people here now, but Ricky only has Hao.

So he tries his best to stay on good behavior.

The next morning he gets ready on time for their meeting with the brand, and it’s hard to miss the surprised look on Hao’s face when Ricky makes it to the car as soon as it pulls up in front of the building. What’s even harder to ignore is that Gyuvin is in the driver’s seat.

“Gyuvin’s helping us out until I get my Korean driving license,” Hao explains.

“Hm,” Ricky knows he should say thank you, but he can’t shake the memory of how Gyuvin ran out of the room yesterday.

Hao and Ricky get to the meeting early, and everything goes smoothly. Matthew's really into his brand, which has this cool androgynous vibe. The style for the ad campaign is right up Ricky's alley, so he was pretty much on board from the start. But with how smooth Matthew was, even if Ricky had any doubts, there’s no way he was walking out of that meeting without saying yes to being the face of the campaign. When Ricky and Hao agreed, Matthew threw himself at them in excitement. He only let them leave the room after giving them big, enthusiastic hugs.

Hao seems particularly endeared by the sweet alpha. Ricky notices Hao hasn't stopped smiling as they leave Matthew’s office.

"Oh, God. Are all of Hanbin’s friends such smooth talkers and so friendly?" Hao says with a smile, fiddling with the new ring on his finger.

Ricky nods. Hanbin has somehow surrounded himself with so many affectionate people, each one friendlier than the last.

“Should we get something to eat?” Ricky suggests. 

They started walking toward a nearby restaurant. Both of them hadn’t eaten all day, and with the new job Ricky just secured, it was definitely worth celebrating.

“I need to buy something for my condo,” Ricky says as they sit down at their table. 

Hao looks at him, puzzled like he’s not sure why Ricky is sharing this.

“You told me not to go anywhere alone,” Ricky reminds him.

“Ricky, are you sure you’re alright? When did you start listening to me?” Hao asks, his brows furrowing with concern.

“I just don’t want to cause you more trouble than I already have.”

“Ricky, you didn’t cause me any trouble. None of what happened was your fault.”

“But you tried to stop me and warned me about him. I didn’t listen,” Ricky murmurs, playing with the food in front of him, unable to meet Hao’s eyes.

“Ricky… I don’t blame you for it. I’ve known you since you were eighteen, and I should have known better. I should’ve figured out how to talk to you as the adult in the situation, but instead, I just pushed you closer to him.”

Hao looks at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Hao ge, you were young too. I don’t blame you.” Ricky often thinks back to that moment, how Hao tried to stop him from seeing Lin, and how Ricky reacted. Hao, you're someone I hired, not a friend.

Ricky winces at the memory, always blaming himself for how things have become awkward between them since then.

“I was old enough to understand what was going on. Ricky, I’m sorry. I should have tried harder,” Hao says, reaching out to hold Ricky’s hand.

Ricky notices someone at a nearby table has recognized him, their phone camera discreetly pointed in his direction. That’s the last thing he wants right now. He quickly pulls his hand away from Hao and reaches for his mask. He’d lost his appetite altogether.

Hao catches on immediately. “I’ll text Gyuvin. He’ll pick you up. We shouldn’t have come here.” he says, already pulling out his phone.

“You go, I will deal with this first.”

Ricky wants to refuse, but he knows that him staying here longer will only make it worse.

“Oh, where’s Hao Hyung?” Gyuvin asks as he sees Ricky getting into the passenger seat instead of Hao.

“He’s probably trying to get them to delete the photo,” Ricky mumbles, his voice shaky from his erratic breathing.

Gyuvin doesn’t ask any more questions, sensing that Ricky isn’t in a state to talk. The car is suddenly filled with a soft sandalwood scent, Gyuvin’s silent way of comforting the omega.

Ricky breathes in the calming scent, trying to steady his rapid, shallow breaths. He closes his eyes, focusing on calming down, and for a moment, it almost feels like he’s back in Gyuvin’s bed on his first night in Korea. The scent had this effect on him even before he had met the alpha.

Ricky isn’t sure when he dozed off, but the next time he opens his eyes, they’re already near Hanbin’s apartment.

“Oh, you’re awake. I figured it might not be the best idea to leave you alone in your condo, so I brought us here,” Gyuvin says as Ricky blinks at him, still trying to process his words.

Gyuvin flashes a bright smile. “Haha, are you still sleepy? I can drive around the block if you want to continue your nap.”

Ricky blushes, feeling a little embarrassed. The offer makes him feel like a toddler. “No thanks,” he answers curtly. It’s not his fault he didn’t sleep well in his new room last night. After being in an apartment that smelled like two omegas and Gyuvin, his place didn’t quite feel like home yet.

“I was just kidding, sleepyhead. Come on, let's go up.” Ricky nods, not admitting it out loud, but he’s relieved Gyuvin brought him here instead of back to his empty condo.

“What about Hao Ge?”

“Hanbin Hyung is picking him up. Don’t worry.”

As soon as they enter the apartment, Ricky is greeted by a comforting mix of scents—lavender, chamomile, and of course, Gyuvin’s sandalwood. It really feels like someone’s home. The familiar ache in Ricky’s heart returns.

Gyuvin offers to cook something for Ricky, and as he busies himself in the kitchen, Ricky finds himself staring at Gyuvin’s back as he sits at the table. He realizes how little he actually knows about the other guy, other than the fact that he’s Hanbin’s friend. 

Gyuvin places a simple bowl of noodles in front of Ricky. 

"Sorry, maybe I should've ordered something instead," Gyuvin says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Hanbin Hyung and I don’t really cook much, so there wasn’t a lot to work with in the kitchen."

Ricky stares at the bowl, noticing the two perfectly cooked eggs and a few pieces of meat nestled on top. He tries to recall the last time someone cooked for him, and the only person who comes to mind is his mom.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Ricky asks, his voice filled with confusion.

“What do you mean?” Gyuvin responds.

“You barely know me. You don’t have to be this friendly,” Ricky says, a touch of frustration in his tone. “I get why Hanbin Hyung has to pretend like he likes me. He’ll do anything for Hao Ge. But you don’t have to.”

“No one is pretending here, Ricky,” Gyuvin says softly, his eyes meeting Ricky’s with genuine sincerity.

“Then why did you run away that night?” Ricky presses, his voice tinged with hurt.

“Oh… I did, didn’t I?” Gyuvin admits, looking away slightly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I was really drunk, and I think you were too. I didn’t want us to do something we’d both regret. It wasn’t because I hate you.”

“Despite what everyone says about me?” Ricky’s voice trembles, his eyes searching Gyuvin’s for understanding.

“Well, I don’t know the whole story,” Gyuvin replies earnestly, his tone reassuring, “but Hao and Hanbin Hyung have told me enough to know it’s not your fault. I know you don’t know me well enough to trust me, but... I understand what it’s like for an omega. All my life, I’ve heard people talk shit about Hanbin Hyung for not having an alpha’s mark.” 

Gyuvin pushes the bowl closer to Ricky and adds a few more slices of meat. The gesture feels oddly domestic, but it seems to be a common theme among Hanbin’s friends—they all feel more like family than just friends. But this is too new for Ricky. He’s not sure how to feel about it.

“And Hanbin Hyung isn’t even famous,” Gyuvin continues, “so I can’t even imagine how much worse it must be for you. Is that why you’re in Korea? To get away from all that?”

Ricky didn’t know if it was Gyuvin’s comforting scent, the lack of sleep from the previous night, or everything that happened earlier that day, but he feels an emotional wave threatening to spill over and he was too tired to hold it back.

“I didn’t refuse his mark. He refused me!” Ricky’s voice cracks with hurt. “He said he’d only mate me if I quit being a model, and of course, he only said that because he knows I would never do that. He knows I won’t agree to it. Now he’s going around telling everyone that I rejected him because I wanted to sleep around with others! I waited eight years for his mark!”

Ricky feels a deep sense of shame wash over him for crying and whining in front of Gyuvin. He doesn’t know why he felt the need to explain this to Gyuvin. 

“I’m sorry you don’t have to hear all this,” Ricky says, his voice trembling.

Gyuvin tries to lighten the mood. “You tolerated me ugly crying the other night.”

Ricky sniffles and smiles, recalling Gyuvin’s red nose and wide, Bambi-like eyes.

Gyuvin beams at him, clearly pleased with himself for making Ricky smile.

“I don’t think it’s fair,” Ricky says.

“Hm?” Gyuvin asks, looking confused.

“You know so much about me, and I know nothing about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything,” Ricky replies. He wants to learn more about the alpha and also prefers not to eat in silence with his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to start thinking about Lin again.

Gyuvin grins and starts sharing. He talks about the kids he teaches at Hanbin’s dance studio, describing their antics and how much they mean to him. He recounts the first time he met Hao, how he complimented him, and how Hanbin misunderstood and didn’t speak to Gyuvin for weeks, thinking he was hitting on Hao. Then he tells Ricky about his military enlistment, saying how Gunwook was the one who cried more than he did. Finally, Gyuvin recounts a camping trip with Taerae where they thought they were lost and started crying, only to find out they were actually just a short walk from the campsite. Ricky smiles seeing the fond look on Gyuvin’s face as he talks about his friends.

Gyuvin then starts laughing as he talks about Yujin. “Oh, and you should hear this—Yujin’s trying to get into pro gaming just like Taerae. But honestly, Yujin’s gaming skills are pretty far from Taerae’s level. He’s worse than I am. That kid should stick to studying.”

Ricky laughs at Gyuvin’s stories but notices that most of them are about the people in his life, not about him.

“What about you? What do you like?” Ricky asks, genuinely curious.

Gyuvin shrugs, his smile fading a bit. “Honestly, I’m just a regular student. I don’t think I’m all that interesting. My world kind of revolves around the people in my life right now. I don’t have anything else figured out.” Gyuvin stands up with their empty dishes and heads to the sink.

Something about the casual honesty in Gyuvin’s words tugs at Ricky’s heartstrings.

“You have all the time in the world, Gyuvin. Having things figured out is overrated anyway.” Ricky says, trying to match the alpha’s honesty. Ricky moves closer to help Gyuvin with the dishes. He didn’t want to sit there rudely while Gyuvin did all the work.

After cleaning up, they settle on the couch. There’s not much silence between them, even though Ricky mostly stays quiet. Gyuvin doesn’t seem bothered by it, spending the rest of the evening chatting about random things. Ricky is content to just listen, letting his strawberry-vanilla scent fill the room as he relaxes on the couch. He doesn’t want to think about anything else at the moment—just Gyuvin and his stories.

It’s already dark outside by the time Hao and Hanbin return. Hao walks in looking troubled.

Gyuvin speaks up first, “Is everything okay, Hyung?”

“The pictures of Ricky in Seoul have already gone viral. The news is spreading fast.”

“Oh, shit,” Gyuvin reacts immediately.

“Ricky, listen,” Hao says, his tone serious. “I know you think I was telling you to lay low the last few months just for the sake of your public image and the brand deal. But it’s more than that.”

“W-What do you mean?” Ricky stammers.

Hao hesitates, glancing at Gyuvin as if unsure whether to continue in his presence. After a moment, he decides to speak. “Ever since you left Lin, he’s been causing quite a stir. He’s been searching for you.

“Lin?” Gyuvin echoes, looking confused. Hao glances between Hanbin and Gyuvin before finally explaining.

“Ricky’s ex-alpha.”

“Yeah, the one spreading all those rumors, right? But won’t they die down on their own? He’s got to get tired of talking shit about Ricky eventually,” Gyuvin says.

“He’s been doing more than just talking,” Hao responds, his voice tense. “He’s been trying to stalk Ricky ever since he left him. That’s why I didn’t want anyone finding out where Ricky is.”

Gyuvin looks at Ricky, worried, but Ricky’s face remains emotionless. He’s not surprised—that’s exactly the kind of thing Lin would do. But what confuses him is why he’s only hearing this from Hao now.

“Hao-ge, since when? Why didn’t you tell me?” Ricky asks, his voice tinged with hurt.

“R-Ricky, I’m sorry. We didn’t have a choice.”

“We?” Ricky’s confusion deepens.

“Your mom and I decided it was best not to tell you. We thought getting you out of the country would be safest… in case you changed your mind and went back to him if you knew about this.”

Ricky’s head drops in shame as he listens to Hao’s explanation, the weight of the situation settling heavily on him. He knows he tormented Hao and his mother for years by going back to Lin every time they warned him against it. He guesses he deserves to be seen as a weak omega who would run back to his alpha, after years of doing just that.

Suddenly, Ricky feels weak all over, like his legs might give out beneath him. "Gyuvin, can you drop me off at the condo?" He asks, looking at Gyuvin with tired eyes. Gyuvin nods immediately.

“Ricky, I’m s—”

“It’s okay, Hao-ge,” Ricky interrupts gently. “You don’t have to apologize. Just... tell me what I should do next. It’s late, and I need to sleep.”

“Alright,” Hao says, his voice heavy with defeat. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Hanbin starts to say something, but Ricky bolts out of the room before he can get the words out. The drive back to his condo is painfully quiet; even Gyuvin stays silent. Ricky dreads the thought of returning to a nestless home—he hasn’t had the chance to buy any supplies for his condo yet. It looks like he’s in for another sleepless night.

As they pull up in front of his place, Ricky finally breaks the silence. "Thank you for the food and driving me around all day..." He trails off, knowing Gyuvin has already done so much for him.

“You know, you promised me a mango smoothie,” Gyuvin says with a small smile.

"Hm, the next time we meet, I'll buy you two then... as a thank you for today."

“I’ll hold you to that,” Gyuvin replies, his smile widening a bit.

Before Ricky steps out of the car, Gyuvin pulls him into a hug. It’s a bit awkward—their position in the car makes it clumsy, with Gyuvin reaching over to hold Ricky. But the uncomfortable angle doesn’t diminish the warmth of Gyuvin’s embrace. For a couple of seconds, Ricky holds his breath, not expecting this, but as the warmth wraps around him, he lets himself sink into it.

“It’ll be alright, Ricky. You’ll be alright. We’re here for you,” Gyuvin says softly.

The gentleness in Gyuvin’s actions and words makes it easy to forget he’s an alpha. Even his sandalwood scent carries a gentleness that tempts Ricky to relax completely, but he knows better. Maybe it’s because Gyuvin was basically raised by Hanbin, or maybe he’s just a genuinely kind soul, but Ricky can’t let himself feel this way again. He slips out of the hug, his eyes avoiding Gyuvin’s.

“Good night, Gyuvin,” Ricky mutters before leaving the car, ignoring the weight of Gyuvin’s gaze on him.

Sleep doesn’t come easy that night. The bed feels cold, and even the pretty view outside his window can’t stop the thoughts swirling in his head, making him feel more pathetic than ever. He wonders how his life came to this. 

Ricky has forever been drawn to dramas and romantic movies. Every night before going to bed, young Ricky would tune in to the cheesiest dramas and fantasize about the type of romance he would have once he grew up. When he watched his dramas, his mother would watch him with concern. She would often say, “Ricky, you know all these are stories, right? Alpha’s like that don’t exist. It’s hard for male omegas out there, baby.” 

Ricky had a tendency to ignore what others told him. He always found a way to get what he wanted. At eleven, when his mom said he couldn’t get a perm, he took her credit card and did it himself. At fourteen, Ricky's aunties told him blonde hair wouldn’t look good on him, so he dyed it blonde and kept it for years. At fifteen, when everyone expected him to present as an alpha, he presented as an omega, just like he knew he would. His father wasn’t very pleased to have his only son present as an omega and even less pleased to find out he was going out with a male alpha.

“Can you at least date a girl? Why do you insist on humiliating me like this? No alpha will love a male omega. They will just have their fun and leave you. I’m only saying this to protect you.”

Ricky had to hold on to Lin to prove to them and himself what he had with Lin was love. But soon what he had with Lin became nothing like what he had seen in the movies, but what else could he do other than cling on to him? Because if Alpha Lin left him, it meant his father was right. 

“No one would love an omega like you.”

At sixteen, his classmates taunted him that he couldn’t make it as a model, but didn’t he become a successful male omega model? This shouldn’t be different; if he just worked a little harder and tolerated a bit longer, Alpha Lin would be his. He always got what he wanted, and he always had to fight for it. So he thought if he fought hard enough he would get this too. Alpha Lin would mark him, and he could have his happily ever after.

“Ricky, I don’t think he’s good for you.” Hao didn’t understand him either.

Nobody understood Ricky. They couldn't see his desire to show that even an omega like him could have a happily ever after. Despite what the alpha did or said, he stayed because he had a point to prove—to the world and himself. The more he heard that omegas like him couldn’t find love, the more he wanted it. 

Is it such a bad thing to want to be loved too? Does he not deserve love?

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Ricky twists and turns in bed. His room is cold, the sheets are cold, but he’s still sweating. He groans and shoves his face into the pillow. For a second, he worries that it’s his heat, but that’s not possible. His heat is months away, and there’s no sweetness in his scent. It was mostly sour. 

Can you suffocate on your own scent? Ricky wonders, annoyed. This is what he gets for staying up all night thinking about what Hao said about Lin. Now, he’s stuck with a pounding headache and a stifling, sour-smelling room. He really should’ve kept his scent patch on. Why did he stop wearing them? Gyuvin comes to his mind, but he brushes the thought aside.

His condo is in a quiet building with only a few neighbors who live below him—ideal for someone like him, trying to keep his identity hidden. But with the thick blinds he prefers on his windows and no noise from the neighbors, it’s hard to tell if it’s morning or not.

Ricky decides to try going back to sleep one more time, but his phone pings. A new email? Maybe it's this week’s schedule from Hao. They just signed the new deal, after all.

No matter what country you hide in, don't ever forget who owns you, Shen Quanrui. 

Ricky stares at his phone, mind blank, but his body reacts before he even processes the message. His scent turns overwhelmingly sour. The photos of him yesterday must have made their way to Lin.

The doorbell rings, jolting him out of bed. It can’t be him , right? It doesn’t take that long to fly from Shanghai to Seoul.

Ricky walks to the door, trying to steady his hands. He peers through the peephole and sees two familiar wide eyes staring back at him.

Gyuvin? Ricky relaxes and opens the door.

“What are you doing he—?”

“Hey, Ricky!” Hanbin’s cheerful voice interrupts from behind Gyuvin, and Hao’s there too.

Ricky fights not to tense up at the sight of Hao as he lets them inside.

“Rough night?” Gyuvin asks, holding way too many bags.

Ricky cringes, realizing this might be the first time Gyuvin’s seen him like this—sweaty and sour.

"You took off so fast last night, we didn’t get to talk. And we know you probably haven’t had time to stock up your apartment yet, so we bought you some groceries on the way,” Hanbin says, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. 

“Um, thank you. You didn’t have to,” Ricky says in a small voice.

Hao’s brow furrows. “We wanted to help.”

Ricky looks at Hao. He didn’t feel like talking to the older omega. He’s very thankful for him, but when he looks at Hao, he can only think about what he revealed to him yesterday. 

“Ricky, we should talk. Can we talk in your room?”

Hao sits on the edge of the bed, looking disturbed. All the panic Ricky went through was on display in the lingering sour scent in his room. He’s sure Hao could pick up on it. He hates feeling so exposed.

“Ricky, I didn’t mean to make you feel betrayed. I care for you. I want you to know that.” Hao looks at Ricky, searching his eyes for a glimpse of his thoughts.

“I know,” Ricky says, looking down at his hands. 

“When your mom called me freaking out because she saw Lin near your place, we both lost it. We couldn’t keep you safe when you were with him. But you moved in with your mom... he wasn’t supposed to find you there,” Hao explains with a sigh.

“I could’ve handled it, Hao ge. Even if I knew he was looking for me, I would’ve come to Seoul on my own. There was no need to keep it a secret,” Ricky says, still not meeting Hao’s eyes.

“I just didn’t want to risk it... not after what happened,” Hao says. Ricky can see the memory haunting Hao; when Hao had tried to keep Ricky from seeing Lin. Ricky had lost his temper, snapped at the older omega, and stopped talking to him for months. He knows that’s why things have been so awkward between them. 

“I was nineteen then, and I’m twenty-four now. Don’t treat me like a teenager,” Ricky finally looks up.

“I’m sorry, I was a stubborn kid who caused you trouble. I really regret it.” Ricky had rehearsed this conversation in his head, but the words still felt hard to pin down.

“I spent way too long lying to everyone for him, and I regret it. I don’t expect you to fully understand, sometimes I don’t even get it myself. But please, trust me now.” But does he even believe his own words?

Hao starts to speak, but Ricky goes on, “I’m not that same person anymore. I don’t want to be like that. If you keep treating me like I’m still that nineteen-year-old Ricky, it feels like I never moved on. It makes me feel weak, ge. I don’t want to be weak anymore.”

“You were never weak, Ricky,” Hao pulls him into a hug, enveloping him in a soothing lavender scent. Ricky melts into the embrace instantly.

Why hadn’t they done this before? Hao and Ricky had never been the touchy type, but this felt so right. Ricky knew that omega scenting each other was special, and he sometimes longed for it but felt he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I just wanted to protect you after failing to do that for so long,” Hao says, holding Ricky close. It felt so natural, even though it was new for them.

“It’s okay, Hao ge.” Ricky feels a weight lift as the tension in his scent fades.

“Let’s trust each other more. I won’t hide anything from you, Ricky.”

Ricky wants to promise Hao the same but then he remembers the mail.

“Thanks, ge.” He wants to tell Hao about it, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

When they leave the room, they find Hanbin and Gyuvin struggling in the kitchen.

“Gyuvin, I asked you to flip the omelet, not fling it around!” Hanbin is scolding the guilty-looking alpha.

Hao sighs as he approaches. “Hanbinie, why are you giving him a hard time when you’re burning the sausages yourself?” He makes a face as he picks up the charred sausages.

Ricky can’t help but smile at the chaos.

They sit down to eat whatever Hao managed to save.

“Next time, we’re ordering in,” Hao announces.

Despite everything that led Ricky here, he’s happy to be surrounded by them. The smell of food, the comforting omega scents, and Gyuvin’s presence fill the room. It feels like a real home now.

If this is what life in Korea could be like, he doesn’t mind it at all.

Later, as they were cleaning up, Hanbin finds Ricky in the kitchen.

“Ricky, I know Hao already mentioned this, but can you promise me you won’t go out alone?” Hanbin says, reaching out to hold Ricky’s hand. His face is etched with concern.

Ricky nods. It’s for the best; he doesn’t want any more trouble.

“But don’t think of it as being under house arrest,” Hanbin adds quickly. “We want you safe, but we also want you to live your life. Gyuvin has a car, and you’ve met Taerae, right? He does too. They can drive you around. You’re always welcome at my dance studio or my place. You can call any of us anytime, for anything.”

“Thank you, hyung. That really means a lot,” Ricky says, feeling touched. Hanbin wraps him in a hug, and Ricky lets the older omega scent him. His chamomile scent blends with Hao’s lavender scent. Ricky feels content. Now he smells like both his omega hyungs.

As Ricky closes his eyes, savoring the warmth of the embrace, something else catches his attention. Gyuvin’s sandalwood scent is unusually strong now, he can smell it from across the room. Ricky glances around to find Gyuvin deliberately looking away, trying not to meet his gaze.

Is Gyuvin uncomfortable seeing his Hanbin hyung scenting another omega?

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Gyuvin tries to keep his scent from spiking as he walks through the store, trailing behind the three omegas. When Hanbin and Hao asked him to drive them to Ricky’s condo today, he didn’t expect he would end up driving them to buy nesting supplies for Ricky.

After breakfast at Ricky’s place, Hanbin and Hao insisted on shopping since they felt Ricky's apartment was too bare. Gyuvin noticed it too—no wonder Ricky looked so exhausted this morning; sleeping without an omega nest must have been uncomfortable.

Growing up with Hanbin, he’s no stranger to this kind of thing, but he can’t quite understand why he feels this way about helping Ricky. As they walk down the aisle, the omegas busy filling the cart, Gyuvin finds himself thinking about how cozy and soft Ricky will look in his new nest.

Okay, there’s something definitely wrong with him. First, in the morning, he almost lost his shit when he saw Hanbin scenting Ricky—not out of jealousy, but because it felt right. He immediately decided it was the best thing he had ever witnessed. His omegas bonding. Wait, his omegas? Hanbin has always felt like family to him, and Hao, of course, was practically his omega-in-law by now. But when did Ricky get added to this list? 

"Gyuvin, you’re looking a little red... you okay?" Ricky’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, startling him. Hanbin and Hao are already on the other side of the aisle, and he didn’t realize Ricky was waiting for him.

"Oh, hi. Yeah, I’m good," Gyuvin says, flashing a smile. Ricky, always effortlessly perfect, is dressed down today—a big black mask, a cap covering his blonde hair, and a black hoodie concealing his neck tattoo. 

"I know you’re trying to stay low-key, but your whole get-up kind of makes you stand out more. I almost thought you were going to rob me or something," Gyuvin jokes.

Ricky huffs. "Don’t tease me. Hao wouldn’t have let me come out without all this."

Gyuvin notices a few stray blonde hairs poking out from under the cap and, without thinking, gently tucks them behind Ricky’s ear.

“Your hair is really soft.” Why would you say that? Gyuvin wishes he could choke on the air and die.

"Thanks," Ricky says softly, his voice muffled by the mask. Gyuvin wishes he could see his face.

They walk down the aisle in silence, trying to catch up to Hanbin and Hao. Something sleek and black catches Gyuvin’s eye, and he grabs it off the shelves.

"What’s that?" Ricky asks.

"I thought you might like this," Gyuvin says, handing him a black velvety comforter. It suddenly feels way too intimate—buying something for Ricky’s bedroom—and Gyuvin almost takes it back, but Ricky stops him.

“It’s perfect,” Ricky says, clutching the fluffy comforter to his chest. For a second, Gyuvin swears he can smell the faintest hint of strawberries surrounding the omega.

They all end up in Hanbin’s dance studio for the evening kids' class. Gyuvin helps with the class since handling all the kids on his own would be nearly impossible for Hanbin. Ricky stays off to the side, quietly watching them.

Throughout the class, Gyuvin can’t stop his eyes from wandering over to Ricky. Sitting in the corner, Ricky seems preoccupied, staring at his phone with a slight frown. It’s clear something is bothering him—he has the same expression he did earlier that morning, right before Hao talked with him.

After the class ends, Gyuvin glances over to where Ricky had been sitting, only to find him gone.

“Hanbin hyung, did you see Ricky leave?” he asks.

“No, maybe he’s with Hao upstairs in the apartment,” Hanbin replies before heading out.

Gyuvin stays behind to clean up the studio. Just as he’s about to lock up, he hears the door open. Turning around, he sees Ricky walking in, holding a couple of smoothies.

“Here’s the smoothie I promised you yesterday,” Ricky says, handing over a mango smoothie.

“I thought you said you’d get me two,” Gyuvin teases.

“I’ll get you the second one, next time we meet,” Ricky says with a small smile.

Gyuvin takes a sip of his smoothie, smiling to himself. The idea that Ricky wants to see him again makes his heart flutter.

Suddenly, Ricky’s phone pings and the smile fades from his face. Gyuvin is about to ask what’s wrong, but before he can, Ricky changes the subject.

“Do you play basketball?” Ricky asks, almost abruptly.

“Yeah, sometimes. Why?”

“When I stayed in your room, I noticed you had a basketball.”

“Yup, there’s a makeshift hoop over there,” Gyuvin says, pointing at the wall where a hoop is mounted at the far end of the studio.

“Are you any good?” Ricky teases.

“I mean... I play a lot. During our first year at uni, Gunwook and I played almost every day.” He conveniently leaves out the part where Gunwook always wins—Ricky doesn’t need to know that.

“You must be better than me then. It's been a while since I played. Do you want to have a match?”

Gyuvin can tell Ricky doesn’t want to talk about whatever is bothering him, so he decides to let it go. “Sure.”

Leaving Ricky in the studio, he runs upstairs to grab his basketball. When he returns, he feels like he’s been hit by a wave.

Ricky’s warming up, hoodie off, wearing only a skin-tight black tank top that perfectly shows off his broad shoulders and slim waist.  Gyuvin could see why Ricky was a model. Everything about the omega was so pretty and perfect.

Gyuvin clears his throat, letting his presence known. “Let’s start?”

Gyuvin dribbles the ball. Ricky’s faster than he anticipated. Gyuvin barely manages to defend before Ricky swipes the ball, weaving past him with ease.

Within a couple of minutes, Ricky takes a shot.

Ricky giggles as the ball swishes through the net; the sound is light and contagious. Gyuvin looks at him with wide eyes; the omega was way better than he let on.

They go at it again, though Gyuvin already knows how this is going to end.

Another shot, another point for Ricky.

“You’re really good,” Gyuvin admits, picking up the ball again.

“I guess you are just really bad,” Ricky teases, the playfulness in his voice making Gyuvin’s smile wide.

The game gets more competitive but also more relaxed. The space between them grows smaller as they push and block, the game turning a little handsy. Gyuvin’s arms brush against Ricky’s waist more than once, and his body heat makes it hard to focus. But Ricky doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps laughing whenever he scores another point.

Suddenly, Gyuvin is right behind Ricky, close enough that he can feel the omega’s warmth. He can hear Ricky’s breathing, quick and shallow, and his gaze locks onto the back of Ricky’s neck. The soft, milky skin contrasts with the dark tattoo on the side of his neck.

Gyuvin tries to focus on the game, but Ricky’s scent and the proximity of his neck are too distracting. He steps even closer, his breath brushing the back of Ricky’s ear.

They both slow down. Gyuvin’s inner alpha stirs, urging him to scent the omega. Ricky’s been carrying Hanbin and Hao’s scents all day, but part of Gyuvin wants his own scent mixed in there too. Then he would smell complete.

“You’re getting slow,” Ricky says with a smirk, completely unaware of the effect he’s having on Gyuvin.

“Maybe I’m just giving you a chance,” Gyuvin replies, but his voice comes out lower, rougher than intended.

Gyuvin swallows hard, his eyes flicking to Ricky’s neck again. The game is long forgotten now. All he can think about is how good it feels to be this close; the way Ricky’s skin looks under the studio lights, smooth and tempting. 

Gyuvin hears Ricky drop the ball as he places a hand on Ricky’s waist. The air between them shifts and Ricky’s sweet scent intensifies.

“This is the sweetest you’ve smelled since we met,” Gyuvin mutters, gently pressing his cheek to Ricky’s nape, his sandalwood scent slowly enveloping them.

Ricky gasps softly at the warmth of Gyuvin’s skin against his. The omega’s scent continues to sweeten, as Gyuvin nuzzles his neck, his alpha instincts taking over.

Ricky turns slightly, their faces now way too close. 

“Gyu—” Ricky starts, but his words are cut short by the ping of a notification on his phone.

Gyuvin snaps out of it, taking a step back. What the hell did I just do?

Ricky's expression shifts, his scent turning sour as he glances down at his phone. Gyuvin looks at him worried. Did I upset him?

“I have to go,” Ricky says, his face paling.

“Oh... okay.” Gyuvin wants to stop him, but he knows better than to push any further. He doesn’t want to cross another line.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Gyuvin offers, trying to mask the disappointment in his voice.

“No, it’s fine. I really need to leave right now,” Ricky replies, forcing a tight smile.

Gyuvin watches in silence as Ricky grabs his hoodie from the floor and walks out.

He stays behind in the studio, trying to calm himself. He’d never felt his alpha instincts this intensely before, but something about Ricky seemed to bring his alpha out.

Pulling out his phone, Gyuvin searches Ricky’s name online. Instantly, hundreds of photos flood his screen: Ricky at fashion events, in ads, walking runways. There are pictures from his debut at sixteen, magazine covers, and even pictures from just yesterday that went viral. It feels like Ricky has accomplished so much, and lives a different life, and Gyuvin is just extraordinarily plain. He sighs but can’t stop scrolling.

In every single photo, Ricky looks flawless. His perfect blonde hair, sharp eyes, and impeccably drawn brows never falter. Not once does he appear anything less than pristine. But Gyuvin’s mind drifts back to the image of Ricky from this morning—hair messy from sleep, still in pajamas, his bare face soft. That thought alone awakens his alpha again.

Gyuvin didn’t have to scroll long to stumble upon a photo of Ricky with a man named Lin. It looks like a movie premiere, and though Ricky couldn’t have been older than eighteen, he’s dressed luxuriously, exuding an intimidating aura, but there’s something in his expression that Gyuvin can’t quite decipher. Next to him stands Lin—tall, with dark hair and equally dark, sporting a wide, toothy grin. He’s clearly much older than Ricky—maybe too much. The contrast between Lin’s flashy smile and Ricky’s tight-lipped expression makes the whole image feel unsettling.

Gyuvin spends his evening teaching kids to dance, and when he’s not, he’s just being a dumb kid himself, hanging out and playing video games with friends. Meanwhile, Ricky has been traveling the world, living this extravagant life. If it weren’t for Hao, their paths probably wouldn’t have crossed at all. And Ricky’s last relationship? A successful actor (debatable- Gyuvin hasn't seen any of his movies). Not even in your dreams, Gyuvin. He decides Ricky will never even look his way.

Trying to shake off the bitterness, Gyuvin locks up the studio and heads back to their apartment on the third floor. As soon as he steps inside, he’s greeted by the sight of Hanbin and Hao cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. The sight melts some of his lingering frustration, though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little envious of the engaged couple.

“Hey, Gyuvin. You’re back? Did you lock the studio?” Hanbin asks, ever the worrier.

“Yup.”

“Where’s Ricky? Did he leave? I asked him to stay for dinner.”

“I don’t know, hyung. He said he had to leave. Didn’t want me to drop him off either.”

Hanbin and Hao exchange a glance, their comfortable positions shifting as they sit up, clearly worried.

“Did something happen?” Hanbin presses.

“No, nothing.” Yes, something did happen. Gyuvin can’t help but flush as he recalls how he’d scented Ricky, his cheek pressed against the omega’s pale neck. If it weren’t for Ricky’s phone going off, who knows what might’ve happened? Ricky probably left because he didn’t like it, right?

“Come here, Gyuvinie,” Hanbin says, patting the space on the couch next to him.

Gyuvin settles down with them, more than ready for a distraction. A movie would be good right now.

“Are you sure nothing happened?” Hao asks, his tone gentle but probing.

“Yes, hyung. We just played basketball for a bit, and then he said he had to leave.” Of course, he leaves out the part where his nose was buried in the omega’s neck.

“Okay, that’s nice,” Hao says, seeming pleased that they played basketball. Gyuvin wonders if he’d still feel that way if he knew what happened after.

After a brief pause, Hao speaks again. “I’m glad Ricky’s here in Seoul, meeting you all. He hasn’t had it easy so far.”

Suddenly, Gyuvin feels his bitterness replaced by guilt. Why did I make Ricky uncomfortable when I was supposed to be playing a good host?

“I feel like I can breathe easy now, you know? He’s going to be working with Matthew and Jiwoong, he has us here... he can finally spend time with people closer to his age.” Hao’s words make Gyuvin think back to the picture of Lin and Ricky he’d seen earlier.

“What do you mean, hyung? He always had you,” Gyuvin asks, confused.

“In these few days, he’s talked to you more than he did to me in the first few years I knew him. Even now, things are still a bit awkward between us unless it’s about work.” Hao’s scent turns a little sad.

Hanbin reaches out, gently squeezing Hao’s hand. “It’s okay, hyung. You talked to him this morning, right? I saw a change today. Things will get better soon.”

“Hopefully,” Hao replies softly, leaning into Hanbin as the room fills with the calming scent of chamomile.

“But he seems fond of you,” Hao adds, looking at Gyuvin. “I’ve never seen him get so comfortable with someone so quickly.”

Gyuvin thinks back over the past few days since meeting Ricky. Maybe Ricky feels the same pull he does? He’s not sure.

“Oh, wait. What about the stuff we bought? Did Ricky take it home?” Hanbin suddenly remembers.

“I don’t think so,” Gyuvin answers. This could be my chance to check if I upset him, right?

“I’ll drop it off at his place on my way,” Gyuvin says quickly, already standing up.

“On your way where?” Hanbin asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, I told Taerae hyung I’d drop by his place for some… um, gaming tonight,” Gyuvin mumbles, trying to sound casual.

Is he a good liar? Did they buy it? He doesn’t care. He picks up his keys and storms off, ignoring their hushed giggles.

Gyuvin tries not to think too much as he drives over to Ricky's place. When he arrives, the elevator is in use, so he takes the stairs, lugging the bags up to Ricky’s floor. Halfway up, it hits him—he's bringing an omega nesting supplies late at night. His heart pounds and blood rushes to his ears. If he didn’t already freak Ricky out, he’s sure this would do it for him. 

He reaches Ricky’s door and rings the bell. No one answers at first, but Gyuvin swears he can hear someone moving inside. Should I just leave the bags and run? Before he can decide, the door creaks open.

“Hi, Ricky,” Gyuvin blurts out before he even sees Ricky’s face.

Ricky, looking a bit nervous, replies, “Hi.” He steps aside, letting Gyuvin in.

“Sorry, did I disturb you?” Gyuvin asks, stepping inside and noticing Ricky looks freshly showered, a scent patch stuck on his neck. The sight makes Gyuvin’s heart shrink a little. Ricky already washed off his scent.

“No, it’s fine. I was just showering,” Ricky replies quietly, his voice sounding weak. His eyes look puffy, and he seems exhausted. Spotting the bags in Gyuvin's hands, Ricky offers a tired smile. “Oh, thanks for bringing these.”

“No problem,” Gyuvin says, though his mind is elsewhere. He notices an unfamiliar scent lingering in the room. Earlier before they left for shopping, he recalled how the omegas scented in front of him, filling the room with their scent.  But now there’s something new, something unfamiliar layered on top of it all.

And he doesn’t like it.

“Did you come just to drop them off? I could’ve picked them up another day,” Ricky says as he starts unpacking the bags, pulling out some of the nesting items. Gyuvin tries not to blush.

“No, I was passing by anyway. On my way to see Taerae hyung,” Gyuvin lies more easily this time.

Ricky hugs the fluffy comforter Gyuvin had picked out for him earlier. That’s when Gyuvin notices the redness on Ricky’s wrists and cheeks. His breath hitches as Ricky rubs the fabric against his cheek, scenting it. Gyuvin tries not to stare, but he can’t help himself. The omega looks so vulnerable like this.

“Oh, okay then,” Ricky says softly. At least he seems to believe the lie, unlike his hyungs.

Gyuvin nods, trying to keep his cool, but the sight of Ricky so fragile, so delicate, stirs something deep within him again.

At least Ricky didn’t seem mad at him. That’s good, right? Gyuvin clings to that small relief as he quickly decides not to linger. Ricky clearly needs a good night’s sleep, and staying any longer would only make things more awkward.

As he pulls out of the parking lot, something catches his eye—a flash of a familiar face. He shakes his head. There’s no way it’s him.

Gyuvin blames the hours he spent earlier scrolling through photos of Ricky and his ex online. Now he’s seeing things, imagining faces that shouldn’t be here. He tries to push the thought away, but it nags at him all the way home.

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Ricky reaches to close the door, but a rough hand stops him.

“Is that how you greet me after months apart?”

“What else is there to say?” Ricky feels exhausted down to his bones.

“Why haven't you replied to my messages?” Lin asks softly, his hand landing on Ricky’s shoulder. The gentleness in the alpha’s voice stirs something inside him, even though Ricky knows it never means anything.

Ricky doesn’t try to shrug the alpha's hand off, but Hao’s voice echoes in his head. You can’t keep going through this. He knows it’s true, knows he can’t do this again.

“Just leave.” Ricky’s voice is not as firm as he wants it to be. He hopes Lin will see the weariness in his eyes and understand.

But Lin’s hand moves from his shoulder to his neck, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin. The scent of the people Ricky spent his day with lingered, too strong to ignore.

“So, you’ve already found someone else? Another alpha, or maybe a beta this time?” Lin’s tone sharpens, the softness gone in an instant like it always does.

Ricky’s heart races. If it weren’t for Lin's relentless messages, he would still be in Gyuvin’s arms, letting the alpha scent him properly.

“Answer me, omega.” Lin’s thumb presses harder against his neck, his voice now demanding.

Ricky glances around the apartment hallway nervously. The last thing he wants is to be kicked out of this place after barely moving in. “It’s just someone I know, alpha. It’s not like that.” The words sting, but they’re close enough to the truth.

He lets Lin inside because that’s what he always does. He’s weak, and Lin knows it all too well.

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Ricky tries to focus on the shoot, but the studio is way too loud. Jiwoong's voice cuts through the noise, giving him directions, while Matthew and Hao chat about schedules in the background. The air conditioning is freezing, and Matthew's summer collection clothes aren't doing much to keep him warm. The smell of food fills the room, and too many people are talking at once. It’s just all too much.

"Ricky, can you lean back and look this way?" Jiwoong calls out.

Ricky immediately gets what Jiwoong wants and relaxes into the chair, shooting a fierce look at the camera. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Gyuvin helping the crew with the lights. How many jobs does Gyuvin have? 

They move on to his next outfit—a ribbed tank top with cuts along the waist and back, leaving his skin exposed. He feels even colder now but keeps posing, trying not to shiver.

"Gyuvin, move the light under Ricky. I need it hitting from below," the photographer barks.

With Gyuvin kneeling right in front of him now, Ricky can’t avoid acknowledging him anymore.

“Hey,” Ricky says politely. It’s been a couple of days since he played basketball with the alpha. He tries not to think about what happened after.

Gyuvin waves. “Hey,” he replies, just as politely, before hurrying out of the frame.

The shoot drags on for another half hour before it finally wraps up. As soon as the lights go off, Ricky makes a beeline for the dressing room, but Matthew intercepts him.

“Oh my god, Ricky, you killed it! I still can’t believe you agreed to model for our brand,” Matthew gushes, pulling him into a quick hug. Ricky still can’t believe how friendly this tiny alpha was.

Jiwoong walks over, nodding in approval. “You did great, Ricky. Sorry if the place was too chaotic for you.”

Ricky glances over at the group of people a few feet away, eating and talking loudly. “No, it’s fine. I’m happy to work with you,” he says, cringing a little at how stiff he sounds.

“Come eat with us! We saved you some fried chicken,” Matthew says, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to a cluttered table with chairs and small couches where everyone’s hanging out.

Jiwoong flops onto the couch next to Taerae. “Why did you guys decide to crash my workplace today?”

Ricky sits alone in a chair, awkwardly holding the bucket of chicken Matthew shoved at him. He really doesn’t want to eat with his hands. 

“Well, you and Matthew Hyung were already here,” Gunwook says. “Gyuvin and Hao hyungie said they were helping with the shoot here, so we figured, why not? Plus, Taerae’s favorite karaoke place is nearby.”

Ricky could not imagine how much noisier this large group would get in a small karaoke room.

“The studio owners are gonna complain it smells like fried chicken tomorrow,” Jiwoong grumbles.

“Relax, Jiwoon hyung,” Matthew says through a mouthful of chicken. “We’ll air it out before we leave.” Matthew passes over more chicken to his mate.

Ricky glances around the group. Everyone from Hanbin and Hao’s engagement party is here, except Yujin. Still hesitating to eat, Ricky looks up and sees Gyuvin handing him a pair of chopsticks from across the table.

“Thanks,” Ricky mutters, relieved. The alpha was weirdly quiet. He usually tends to be on the nosier side.

After sitting for a few minutes, Ricky decides it's a good time to leave. “Thanks for the food. I should get going.”

Before he can even stand, a couple of them start to speak, but Hanbin gets there first. “Ricky, you’re coming to karaoke with us.”

Gunwook quickly backs him up. “Yeah, hyung, we’re not taking no for an answer.”

Ricky glances over at Hao, hoping for some help, but Hao just grins and shrugs, clearly not planning to save him.

“Okay,” Ricky agrees, though he feels like he might be intruding on their group. He takes a few more bites of chicken, still shivering a bit in his thin clothes.

Out of nowhere, Gyuvin stands up. “Are you cold? I’ll grab your jacket from the dressing room.”

Ricky opens his mouth to decline, but Gunwook cuts in. “Here, hyung, take my jacket.” He holds out the jacket that had been resting on his lap.

Both alphas look at Ricky expectantly, waiting for him to decide, while Taerae, seated between them, snickers.

“Uh… I think I’ll just change,” Ricky says, glancing down at his outfit. “I should return Matthew’s clothes anyway.” He avoids looking at either alpha as he walks away, but the sound of Taerae’s laughter, more of a cackle, echoes behind him.

Ricky can’t believe he’s spending a weeknight in a karaoke room instead of eating alone in his room, watching the latest K-drama. At least none of them are terrible singers. Matthew, though, is a terrible drunk.

“Matthew-ya, I told you to stop drinking two drinks ago,” Taerae scolds, as the alpha slumps over, leaning all his weight on the beta. Jiwoong does his best to keep Matthew from completely toppling Taerae off the seat.

“But I had to c-celebrate... Like, can you believe we got Ricky for our brand?” Matthew slurs, barely holding it together.

Jiwoong and Taerae give Ricky an apologetic look. “Sorry, he’s such a fanboy,” Jiwoong says, clearly embarrassed by his mate.

“No, no—it’s cute,” Ricky replies with a smile. Matthew seems to get more adorable every time they meet. It’s a nice change from the high-fashion snobs he’s used to working with in Shanghai.

“Honestly, you’ve got Hao-ge to thank for this. He’s the one who made it happen,” Ricky adds.

Across the room, Hao and Hanbin are singing a duet, arms wrapped around each other, their voices soft and their public display of affection borderline nauseating. He tries not to feel guilty, as he looks at Hao. 

“I wanna throw up,” Gunwook groans next to Ricky.

Ricky looks at him, concerned.

“No, not like that,” Gunwook laughs. “I mean them.” He points at the engaged couple. “They’re so lovey-dovey, it’s making me sick.”

“They’re sweet,” Ricky replies, though he understands what Gunwook means.

“Ricky, wanna sing with me next?” Gyuvin asks him hesitantly.

“But I already asked Ricky hyung to sing with me!” Gunwook pouts.

Taerae rolls his eyes and walks over to Ricky. “Alright, you two, back off. Ricky-si, you’re with me.”

Before Ricky can respond, Taerae pulls him up to the front of the room. “Too many dumb alphas in this group, don’t you think?” Taerae jokes, handing him a mic. A laugh escapes Ricky as he feels a wave of gratitude washes over him for the beta swooping in to rescue him from the awkwardness.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur for Ricky. He quickly picks up a lot about Hanbin’s friends. Taerae’s kind of a big deal, apparently. Not only is he a popular gamer, but the guy can sing like a pro too. Then there’s Matthew and Jiwoong—the gym rat alpha couple. They break all the typical alpha stereotypes, and it kind of throws Ricky off. It’s a lot to process.

Gunwook, on the other hand, loves to talk. Like, a lot. He asks Ricky so many questions throughout the night that, by the end, Ricky’s convinced the guy missed his calling as a reporter.

“Gunwook, are you sure you don’t want to be a reporter?” Ricky jokes, feeling a bit more relaxed after a couple of drinks.

Gunwook rubs the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. “Sorry, hyung. Did I ask too many questions?” His face flushes a bit, but he doesn’t stop. “It’s just... you’ve lived such an interesting life. Have you been to Paris?”

Ricky laughs at Gunwook’s endless curiosity and keeps answering his questions. The alpha is kind of cute. But as the night goes on, Ricky realizes he’s learned something about everyone—except the one person he really wants to talk to. He keeps sneaking glances at Gyuvin, but can’t bring himself to do anything more than that.

Did he somehow offend the alpha that night?

Ricky almost walks over to Gyuvin a few times to ask what’s going on, but Taerae and Gunwook keep him too busy. As the night goes on, he remembers how warmly Gyuvin spoke about his friends before. Now, seeing them all together, Ricky can tell why Gyuvin cares about them so much.

Things start to wrap up. Matthew’s already passed out, Hao’s barely standing, and Hanbin’s face is redder than usual. But Gyuvin—he’s still oddly quiet.

“Ricky-ya, want me to drop you off?” Taerae offers, but before Ricky can answer, Gyuvin pulls him toward his car.

“No. I mean—I’m driving him. You should take Gunwook; he’s barely awake,” Gyuvin says quickly.

Both Taerae and Gunwook look confused. Gunwook doesn’t even look that tired, which makes Ricky smile. He’s pleased that Gyuvin’s finally paying him some attention after being distant all night.

Settling into Gyuvin’s car, Ricky feels a familiar mix of nerves and comfort. He’s spent a lot of time in this car since moving to Seoul, and somehow, it still feels strange, like he’s not sure if it’s okay to get used to this.

“I thought Taerae lived closer to me. I could’ve gone with him—I don’t want to bother you,” Ricky teases, feeling a little bolder now.

Gyuvin’s eyes go wide. “I just didn’t want to drive Gunwook. He’s annoying.”

“Oh.” Ricky looks out the window, trying to hide the small sting of disappointment. Why did that hurt to hear?

There’s a pause before Gyuvin adds, stumbling over his words, “I mean—and, I-I wanted to drive you home.”

Ricky turns back to Gyuvin, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. So maybe the alpha doesn’t hate him after all. This time, it’s Gyuvin’s turn to look away, his face a little flushed.

They sit in a comfortable silence for a while, but Ricky’s curiosity is getting the best of him. He wants to know more about Gyuvin.

“So, do you work for Jiwoong-si too?” Ricky asks, his voice cutting through the soft sound of the engine.

“Huh?” Gyuvin takes a second to process the question, his eyes flicking from the road to Ricky briefly before returning to the front. “Oh, no. I work for the photographer you met today. It’s kind of like an internship, I guess.”

“That’s nice,” Ricky says.

“Not really,” Gyuvin admits with a sigh. “I’ve been struggling to juggle all my jobs and my coursework. I’m thinking of dropping this soon.”

“Aren’t you passionate about photography?” Ricky frowns, leaning back in his seat. He remembers the alpha saying he was part of the photography club at university.

“I am, but I just don’t have the time or money to really do it. I’ve got a competition coming up, and I haven’t even had time to arrange models or a location,” Gyuvin says, there’s still a shadow of stress in his voice.

Ricky watches him, the streetlights now casting a softer glow on Gyuvin’s face. Ricky feels a little nervous, but he offers anyway. “I’m sure Hanbin hyung would let you take a break from the dance class.” He watches Gyuvin nod slightly, thinking it over, and Ricky swallows, pushing himself to say the next part .“And I-I can model for you.”

Gyuvin glances at him, surprise flickering in his eyes before he quickly looks back at the road. The silence in the car suddenly feels charged. Ricky can feel his heart beating a little faster, unsure why offering to do what he does for a living feels so nerve-wracking.

They stop at a red light, and for a moment, Gyuvin turns to face him more fully. “You’d do that?”

Ricky nods, feeling the weight of Gyuvin’s gaze on him. “Yeah, I mean, that’s... my job.”

Gyuvin lets out a small laugh, but there’s something warm in his eyes now, something that wasn’t there earlier. “Thanks, Ricky.” 

Ricky could’ve sworn he saw Gyuvin mouth “lovelicky,” and it made his cheeks heat up. That was something Hao used to call him before everything fell apart between them. His heart does a little flip, and he quickly turns to stare out the window.

The light turns green, and they continue driving, but the atmosphere between them feels lighter now. Ricky can’t help but smile a little, feeling like he’s finally cracked through some of that tension.

Gyuvin pulls into a parking spot in front of Ricky’s apartment, and Ricky can tell the alpha has something on his mind. He tries not to get nervous.

“Ricky, can I ask you something?” Gyuvin’s wide eyes scan his face, his voice uncertain.

Ricky nods, already dreading the seriousness in the alpha’s tone.

“Did something happen that night?” Gyuvin’s words are shaky, and there’s a slight change in the calming sandalwood scent that usually surrounds him.

Ricky looks at him, hoping Gyuvin doesn’t push any further.

“You know, after we played basketball," Gyuvin continues, leaving out the part where he held Ricky and almost scented him. “But before I came by to drop off your stuff at your place,” he whispers, trying to stay calm, but his scent gives him away.

Ricky lowers his gaze to his hands, the weight of shame sinking in. The butterflies that once fluttered in his stomach are gone, replaced by a heavy feeling of disgust. You are disgusting, and everyone knows it.

“Nothing happened.” Ricky does not want to disappoint everyone again.

“You just seemed a bit out of it. Dazed,” Gyuvin says carefully.

Ricky’s blush deepens as fragments of that night come back to him. He remembers his inner omega taking over for a moment, but he’s always been good at hiding it.

“I thought it might’ve been something I did, but I feel like there’s more to it,” Gyuvin adds, his voice soft. Ricky tries not to react—there’s no way Gyuvin knows what really happened. By the time the alpha came to his place, Lin was already gone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ricky snaps.

“Ricky, I—” Gyuvin tries to speak, but Ricky cuts him off.

“Thanks for the ride. I should go,” Ricky says quickly, not giving the alpha a chance to finish. He hurries out of the car, not wanting to confront the mess of emotions stirring inside him.

As Ricky approaches his apartment, the weight of guilt and shame presses down harder. His heart drops at the sight of Lin waiting by his door again, that familiar, unwelcome presence freezing him in place.

“Why are you late?” Lin’s voice is sharp, but Ricky ignores him

If yelling and shouting didn’t work, he hopes at least ignoring him would. 

Ricky fumbles through his bag, desperately searching for his keys.

“Answer me, omega. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?” Lin’s voice rises, echoing through the hallway with no care for who might hear.

“It’s none of your business,” Ricky bites back, finally fed up with being polite. “I told you not to come back.”

Lin laughs, the sound cold and mocking as his hand reaches out to touch Ricky’s hair. “You’ll change your mind. You always do.”

Ricky’s skin crawls the moment Lin’s hand brushes against him. The repulsion he feels is immediate and intense. His stomach churns as he remembers the weakness that let him allow Lin’s touch just a few days ago. But now, something in him had shifted, something that made Lin’s presence unbearable. He tries not to think about Gyuvin’s hurt expression as he leaves the car.

“Not this time,” Ricky says firmly, standing his ground.

Lin steps closer, pressing Ricky against the door, his body towering over him. “I know you better than you know yourself, Shen Quanri,” Lin sneers, his voice low and threatening.

Ricky tries to pry Lin’s hand off his wrist, but Lin’s grip tightens, his other hand moving to squeeze Ricky’s neck. His fingers dig into Ricky’s skin, as fear and regret flood Ricky’s mind. Tears stream down his face as the pressure becomes unbearable.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Ricky gasps, his voice trembling as he fights against the suffocating hold. He feels himself getting closer to giving up.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the hallway, powerful and commanding.

“LET HIM GO!”

Lin’s grip loosens, and Ricky collapses to the floor, gasping for air. Lin snarls, glaring at Ricky as he steps back.

Gyuvin rushes over. Lin shoots one last look at Ricky, growling, “This isn’t over, omega,” before storming away.

Gyuvin doesn’t take his eyes off Lin until he’s out of sight, then rushes to Ricky’s side. He kneels beside him, wrapping a protective arm around the trembling omega.

“Are you alright?” Gyuvin’s voice is gentle, his touch careful as he pulls Ricky into a secure hold, his scent warm and reassuring. Gyuvin guides him into the apartment. 

Gyuvin helps Ricky onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around him, holding him close as the omega's tears slowly subside. Ricky can't bring himself to meet Gyuvin's gaze—he's too afraid of seeing disappointment there. He wishes the alpha had believed his earlier lie and hadn’t followed him.

“Ricky, can you look at me?” Gyuvin’s voice is soft, but Ricky doesn’t respond. He stares at his lap, his heart heavy with shame. He thinks of his mom, of Hao, and now Gyuvin and Hanbin—all of them bound to be disappointed in him.

“Okay,” Gyuvin says quietly, not pushing any further. He lets Ricky sit in silence, but then gently asks, “Can you tell me if you’re hurt?”

Ricky shakes his head. His wrist still burns from where Lin’s hand had gripped too tightly, and his neck aches, but it's nothing serious. Nothing he couldn't handle.

“That’s good. But… can I check?” Gyuvin’s voice stays gentle, and Ricky grows more confused by the minute. Why isn’t he angry? Why isn’t he yelling at him for lying?

Ricky nods, too bewildered to do anything else. Gyuvin’s hand brushes lightly over his bruised wrist and neck. Ricky tries not to wince at the tenderness of the alpha’s touch.

“Can I take this off?” Gyuvin asks, his hand hovering near the scent patch on Ricky’s neck. That request makes Ricky finally look up at him, bracing himself for what he'd see.

But Gyuvin’s face doesn’t show anger. His eyebrows are furrowed with concern, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looks heartbroken, and distressed in a way that doesn’t match Ricky’s expectations. Why isn’t he furious?

The alpha’s expression stirs something inside Ricky. His omega instincts, which had been screaming at him to hide, now want to comfort Gyuvin, to tell him everything’s alright. It makes no sense, but the urge is overwhelming. So Ricky nods, giving him permission.

Gyuvin gently removes the patch, and within moments, Ricky’s scent fills the room—sweet vanilla with subtle notes of strawberry. It’s calm, too calm for someone who had just faced what he did. Gyuvin's face tightens with concern as the scent of sadness and shame lingers in the air instead of fear and anger.

"Ricky..." Gyuvin murmurs, his hand lingering near Ricky’s face, lost between comforting him and fighting back his own emotions.

“Gyuvin, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Ricky says, his voice eerily calm, mirroring the steady, almost detached scent lingering in the air.

“Don’t worry? Ricky, how can I—" Gyuvin starts, his voice cracking with emotion.

“It’s over. I would have dealt with it myself. I’m sorry you had to see it,” Ricky insists, his words firm but hollow.

Gyuvin stares at him in disbelief, his concern deepening rather than fading. Ricky’s detached tone, his insistence that he could handle it alone, only makes him worry more.

“No, I’m sorry, Ricky. I should’ve come earlier,” Gyuvin says, guilt heavy in his voice. “You have nothing to apologize for. Did this happen the other day too? You don’t have to deal with this by yourself. We can call Hao—”

“No, Gyuvin, please,” Ricky interrupts, his voice suddenly desperate. “You can’t tell Hao-ge. Please.” The panic in his words cuts through the calm façade he’s been holding onto, and Gyuvin's heart sinks at the fear in Ricky's voice.

“I don’t want to go back to Shanghai. I don’t want to live with my mother again. You don’t understand,” Ricky pleads, his voice shaky, but his eyes determined. “I want to live my life. I don’t want to hide. I don’t care about what he does. I’m used to it, but I can’t go back to the way it was. They don’t understand.”

Ricky’s words spill out, raw and vulnerable. He just wants someone—anyone—to understand him, to see him for who he really is.

He looks at Gyuvin, watching as the alpha’s wide eyes flicker with confusion and concern. Ricky can practically see the gears turning in Gyuvin’s head, trying to piece together what he just said.

“Alpha,” Ricky whispers, voice trembling, "can you scent me?" He tilts his head, presenting his neck, baring the skin. 

The act is more than just a plea for comfort—it’s a need for escape, for distraction. He wants to silence his thoughts and the alpha’s, to stop Gyuvin’s worried mind from spinning any further. He craves the warmth of the alpha’s scent, and the calm that comes with it, and deep down, he knows Gyuvin needs it too. They both need this.

Gyuvin doesn’t hesitate for long. Within moments, the alpha buries his face in Ricky’s neck, the warmth of his cheeks pressing into the sensitive skin, his lips brushing against Ricky’s pulse. Every touch ignites something deep inside him.

Their scents mingle, intensifying with every breath. The creamy sandalwood warmth of Gyuvin fills Ricky’s lungs, wrapping around him, chasing away the lingering tension. He exhales slowly, letting go of everything—of Lin, of fear, of shame. In this moment, it’s just him and Gyuvin, the alpha’s strong arms around his waist, grounding him, and a gentle hand brushing his cheek with a tenderness Ricky didn’t know he craved. Something about Gyuvin reminded him of the feeling he'd been chasing so long ago, one he thought he'd given up on.

Ricky isn't sure if he climbed into Gyuvin’s lap or if the alpha pulled him there, but either way, he finds himself nestled comfortably, his body fitting naturally against Gyuvin’s. The steady beat of the alpha's heart under his cheek and palm is soothing. Ricky presses his cheek harder against Gyuvin’s chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall with each breath the alpha takes, the warmth seeping into his skin.

Ricky lets go, melting into the warmth, the safety, and for once, he feels like he can just... breathe.

Ricky wakes up later that night to the sound of Gyuvin's phone ringing but keeps his eyes closed, afraid that if Gyuvin knew he was awake, he might not hold him as closely. As Gyuvin quietly slips out from under him, Ricky does his best not to panic.

“Hyung, I’m staying at my parents’,” Gyuvin whispers into his phone.

Ricky’s mind races. Hanbin? Hao? He isn’t sure who Gyuvin is talking to.

“Yeah, my brother needed me,” Gyuvin continues.

“Maybe for a week. I’ll stop by though.”

Ricky's relieved Gyuvin didn’t mention anything about him. But he suddenly feels guilty for keeping Gyuvin with him and abruptly sits up.

Startled, Gyuvin jumps. “Hey, are you alright?”

“You should go back,” Ricky murmurs, trying to push aside the selfishness he feels. It feels wrong to keep him here, but a part of him desperately doesn’t want to be alone.

Gyuvin studies him, his gaze searching Ricky’s face like he’s trying to read the unspoken words. “You’re not coming with me, are you?” he asks, though the answer is clear from Ricky’s expression.

Ricky shakes his head.  He can’t impose on Hao anymore; Hao deserves peace without having to worry about him.

“Well, in that case, I’m not going anywhere.” Without waiting for a response, he plops back down on the couch, running a hand through his messy hair as he yawns.

“You don’t have to—” Ricky begins, but Gyuvin interrupts.

“Ricky, just go sleep in your room. We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?”

Ricky hesitates, glancing at Gyuvin sprawled across the couch. Even in the dim light, the alpha managed to look good.

“Okay,” he finally murmurs, getting up to retreat to his room, but not before catching Gyuvin’s eyes one last time.

“Good night, Ricky.”

Ricky feels a strange tightness in his chest, a mix of emotions he’s not quite ready to unpack.

“Good night,” he whispers back.

As he climbs into bed, he finds the room isn’t as cold as he remembered. Knowing Gyuvin is just outside, stretched out on the couch, makes it easier to relax. The usual anxiety that gnaws at him fades just enough for him to drift off.

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Gyuvin wakes up with his mind in overdrive, his thoughts spinning out of control. If he hadn’t shown up when he did, what could have happened? Has something like this happened before? The thought makes his chest tighten, a sick feeling gnawing at him. Does Hao even know how crazy Lin is? Gyuvin clenches his fists. He deeply regrets not doing more. The image of Lin flashes in his mind, and for the first time, he wishes he’d thrown a punch. Gyuvin has never hit anyone in his life, but yesterday? Yesterday should’ve been the first time.

He tries to shake off the panic, but it clings to him like a second skin. Tossing and turning on the couch, he’s restless, trying to figure out his next move. The faint scent of vanilla and strawberry, Ricky’s scent, still lingers in the air, reminds him how the omega presented to him, vulnerable and afraid. His alpha instincts flare up, claws digging deep into his restraint.

His chest tightens, and his thoughts spin back to Ricky. Is he sleeping peacefully? Is he okay? The urge to check on him grows stronger with each passing second, gnawing at him, making it impossible to sit still. Gyuvin just wants to see Ricky, to make sure he’s fine, to reassure his own racing heart. Anything to calm the desperate need rising inside him.

Gyuvin distracts himself by cooking up something for breakfast, before the alpha in him barges into the omega’s room, scaring him awake. He focuses on coming up with a plan for the rest of the day, right when he contemplates if he should go in to wake Ricky, the omega walks out, still half asleep.

“Gyuvin…?” Ricky’s voice is groggy but soft.

Gyuvin turns, relieved to see him. “Hey, yeah. I’m here.”

Ricky visibly relaxes when he spots Gyuvin in the kitchen.

“Aren’t you late for your class?” Ricky mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

“Nope, I don’t have one until noon,” Gyuvin replies, taking in the sight of the sleepy omega. His eyes unconsciously flicker to the bruise on Ricky’s neck. It’s faded, not as angry as the one on his wrist, but still looks painful.

“Come here. Join me,” Gyuvin says, fixing Ricky a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, and setting it in front of him.

Ricky sits down and, to Gyuvin’s amusement, struggles with the toast. Instead of eating it with his hands, he stubbornly tries to cut it with a knife and fork, looking like he’s preparing for a formal meal. Gyuvin chuckles, watching him struggle, the urge to just grab the toast and feed it to Ricky himself bubbling up inside him.

“What?” Ricky asks, narrowing his eyes as he shovels a spoonful of eggs into his mouth.

“Nothing,” Gyuvin replies with a soft smile, shaking his head. There’s something comforting about watching Ricky eat, even if it’s in his stubborn, particular way.

Gyuvin remembers the plan he came up with. His expression grows a little more serious.

“Ricky, you don’t have a shoot today, right?” Gyuvin asks, turning to grab a glass of water.

Ricky looks up from his plate, curious. “No, nothing today.”

“Good. I’m going to drop you off at Taerae’s.” Gyuvin says, his tone making it clear that it’s not really up for discussion.

Ricky raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be fine, Gyuvin. You don’t have to—"

“You have three other choices,” Gyuvin interrupts, knowing Ricky’s resistance would come. “One: You can be a third wheel Hao and Hanbin hyung all day. Two: Come with me to university and let Gunwook follow you around like a puppy. Three: I will send you to school with Yujinie.”

Ricky's lips twitch into a tiny smile at the options, but he sighs, giving in. “Taerae’s fine,” he admits, the defeat in his voice playful.

Gyuvin nods, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Taerae is definitely the best choice—he’s easygoing, won’t ask too many questions, and Ricky seemed to relax around him last night in the karaoke room. Gyuvin can’t help but feel a little more at ease knowing it’s not Gunwook.

"Great," Gyuvin says, keeping his voice casual, though there's a quiet satisfaction beneath the surface.

After dropping Ricky off at Taerae’s, Gyuvin heads back to campus, still unsettled by everything that happened. He tries to push it aside as he meets up with Gunwook. The two fall into step, walking across the university grounds, their bags slung over their shoulders.

“Hey, hyung, how come you missed your morning class?” Gunwook asks, glancing sideways at him.

“I was hungover from yesterday,” Gyuvin replies, brushing off the question.

Gunwook gives him a confused look. “You didn’t even drink yesterday.”

Gyuvin rolls his eyes. “Can’t a man just sleep in for one day?”

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Gunwook shrugs, letting it go. They walk in comfortable silence for a few moments before Gunwook speaks up again.

“Gyuvin hyung, what do you think about Ricky?”

The question catches Gyuvin off guard, and he stumbles over his response. “Why? Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

Gunwook shifts his bag on his shoulder, his tone casual but laced with curiosity. “After last night, I got a bit curious and looked up Ricky hyung. There were a lot of articles about him. They made him seem cold and cruel. And the photos… there are endless pictures of him looking exactly like that, but I think that’s just his style. What they were saying about his personality though… it’s weird.”

Gyuvin’s jaw tightens. He knows where this is going. “Gunwook, you can’t believe everything you read—"

“Yes, obviously, I was getting there,” Gunwook interrupts, shaking his head. “I mean, did you see him yesterday? He’s so shy and sweet. It’s hard to believe those articles are talking about the same person. Someone’s definitely paying the magazines to write trash about him.”

Gyuvin nods, keeping his response short. “Yes.”

His mind is already drifting back to last night, to the encounter with Lin. He’s been itching to talk to someone about it, but he knows it’s not his to tell.

“What’s that you’re holding, hyung?”

Gyuvin looks down at the paper he’s been absentmindedly clutching. “Oh, nothing. It’s just a sign-up sheet for that photography competition.”

Gunwook narrows his eyes playfully. “I thought you couldn’t find a model. Wait a minute… No, you’re not thinking about asking Ricky, are you?”

Gyuvin feels his face flush slightly. “Well, I didn’t ask him exactly. But he did offer,” he admits, a little bashful.

Gunwook’s eyes widen in excitement. “That’s so cool, hyung! You should call me. I’ll be your little helper.”

“Sure,” Gyuvin says, though he’s already thinking, No way.  

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Ricky’s been staring at the back of Taerae’s head for hours. Normally, Taerae’s all smiles, but when he’s streaming, his face is serious, despite the goofy cat ear headphones. Watching him play video games didn’t seem as fun as Ricky thought it would. He tries going back to his drama, but his mind keeps drifting back to everything that happened last night.

Gyuvin had told Ricky to trust Taerae, but a small part of him still worries—what if Taerae rats him out to Hao?

“Ricky, you wanna get something to eat?” Taerae asks as he finishes up his stream and plops down next to Ricky on the couch.

“That’s it? You only stream for three hours?” Ricky raises an eyebrow, surprised that people could make money doing that.

Taerae shrugs. “Depends on my mood, but today I’ve got better things to do.”

Ricky shakes his head. “No, you don’t have to keep me company.”

“Come on, Ricky, we should do something fun. I wanna hang out with you. I’m so sick of all the boring alphas I usually hang out with,” Taerae jokes, making Ricky laugh.

“So, you’re really the only beta?” Ricky asks, amused.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started,” Taerae groans. “I was hoping Yujin would join me in the beta club, but nope, he presented as an alpha too. Five alphas, can you believe it? Before me, it was just Hanbin hyung dealing with them. At least it’s more balanced now—with you and Hao hyung here, it feels like it evens out more.”

Ricky pauses, feeling a warmth spread through him at Taerae’s words. It feels nice to be included like that. The day’s going better than he thought it would.

“Do you wanna go shopping? People keep saying I need help with my fashion. Who better to ask than you?” Taerae asks, a playful grin on his face.

“I would love to, but alph-” Ricky hesitates, catching himself. “Gyuvin asked me to stay inside. I think it’s for the best.”

Taerae gives him a knowing look but doesn’t press. “Alright then, we can find something else to do.”

Ricky feels a little more at ease. “What do you have in mind?”

“I can show you some of our old photos. Do you have social media?”

Ricky shakes his head. “No.”

Taerae’s jaw drops. “No way! How do you talk to people? Like, date or make friends?”

Ricky has a simple answer—he never needed to. Lin never liked him sharing too much with the public, so outside of modeling, Ricky kept to himself. “I’ve only ever been with one person,” he admits.

“Well, you're still young. Younger than me even! I bet there are tons of alphas waiting to slide into your DMs,” Taerae says, excited for him. Ricky can’t help but smile a little.

Taerae pulls out his phone. “This is my profile,” he says, showing Ricky his Instagram, which is full of selfies and song covers. Taerae clearly loves red and yellow, and Ricky mentally notes that the next time Taerae asks him to shop, he’ll definitely say yes. He admires that Taerae has his own style, but there’s definitely room for improvement.

“Oh, this one’s from our trip a couple years ago,” Taerae says, scrolling to a group picture of them in front of a campsite. “It was right before Gyuvin went to the military. A goodbye trip.”

Ricky stares at the photo, seeing Gyuvin and Gunwook red-eyed, likely from crying. He’s tempted to click on Gyuvin’s profile. He couldn’t help but wonder what the alpha’s profile looked like.

“All of them are kind,” Taerae says after a brief pause. “Gyuvin though... he’s the kindest. But, you can talk to any of us, Ricky.”

Ricky suddenly feels naked, despite the big hoodie hiding his bruises. He does not want to burden anyone with his problems.

Thankfully, Taerae breaks the tension. “Wanna play a game?”

Ricky quickly learns how bad he is at video games, so he entertains himself by annoying Taerae instead.

“Ricky-ya, for the fifth time, stop shooting me! We’re on the same team!” Taerae presses his lips together, and Ricky can’t hold back his laughter.

Then the door creaks open, and Taerae glances up. “I think Gyuvin’s back.”

Ricky’s heart skips. He likes that Gyuvin is right on time, just as he promised. Gyuvin walks in, his hair messy but perfectly so, a fresh hoodie on, and his eyes scan the room before landing on Ricky.

“Hey,” Ricky says, waving as he pulls off his headphones.

“Ricky-ya, don’t quit! We’re still in the game!” Taerae complains, but Ricky and Gyuvin just share a laugh at his expense.

“How was your day?” Gyuvin asks, leaning against the door.

“It was fun. Yours?”

“Good. I went home and packed up a bag,” Gyuvin lifts a small duffle.

Ricky’s heartbeat picks up. Packed a bag for what? He stares, hoping Gyuvin will explain.

“We’ll talk later,” Gyuvin says gently.

Ricky nods, feeling a bit more at ease. “Okay.”

“Taerae hyung, see you tomorrow,” Gyuvin calls as they head out.

“Yeah, yeah, abandon me in the middle of the game,” Taerae grumbles.

Ricky giggles as they leave together, warmth settling in his chest.

Ricky slides into the passenger seat, and Gyuvin tosses his bag into the backseat before quickly joining him up front. Ricky inhales deeply, feeling comforted by the warm scent of the alpha. It’s strange, but just a few hours apart, he found himself missing that scent. Gyuvin’s car was quickly becoming his favorite place in Seoul.

“So, I thought I’d stay with you for a week until we come up with a better plan?” Gyuvin dives right in, not wasting a second.

Ricky already figured as much, but hearing it makes him hesitate. How could he accept this? Why was Gyuvin doing all of this for him?

“Hao hyung brought you here to keep you safe, Ricky,” Gyuvin continues, his tone gentle. “Until you’re ready to talk to Hao hyung about this, I’ll try my best to keep you safe.”

There it is—he’s doing this for Hao ge. The realization stings a little. Ricky feels a wave of weakness wash over him as he whispers, “Do you think I’m pathetic?”

Gyuvin’s face twists in confusion. “What? No, of course not.”

Ricky sighs, feeling the weight of everything he’s been holding inside. “Hao ge moves me to another country to keep me away from him, only for me to let him in again… like an idiot.”

Gyuvin looks at him thoughtfully, studying his face. “Ricky, he stalked you. That’s not your fault.”

Ricky clenches his fists, his heart heavy. “It is my fault. I let him in...maybe not yesterday, but the time before. I changed my mind, and for a moment, I gave in. And now he thinks, like always, I’ll change my mind again. I can’t even blame him.”

Gyuvin reaches over and gently grabs Ricky’s hand, the touch grounding him, calming him. “Ricky, it’s not your fault. You’re allowed to change your mind.”

Ricky shakes his head. “But when you make the same mistake so many times, it’s hard not to blame yourself.”

Gyuvin squeezes his hand, his voice soft. “Is that why you don’t want to tell Hao hyung? Because you think it’s your fault?”

Ricky nods, bracing for Gyuvin’s response. Part of him expects Gyuvin to drive them straight to Hanbin and Hao’s apartment, to force him into a confrontation he’s not ready for.

But Gyuvin surprises him. “I don’t think it’s your fault,” he says gently. “But I won’t push you to talk to him, Ricky. You can take your time. Just know he cares about you. He’d drop everything for you.”

Ricky exhales, the air feeling heavier than before. “Exactly. He’ll drop everything and come running. I don’t want that. I’ve already kept him away from Hanbin hyung for too long. I just… I don’t want to feel that guilt anymore. And they have a Jeju trip coming up soon. I want him to live his life.”

Gyuvin nods, his expression understanding. “Okay.”

Ricky looks down at their hands, still intertwined. Somehow, just knowing that Gyuvin is willing to let him move at his own pace makes everything feel a little less suffocating.

Ricky and Gyuvin quickly fall into a new routine, and before long, they’re spending almost all their time together. When Gyuvin isn’t in class, they’re side by side. Gyuvin drops him off at Taerae’s when he has to attend classes, and when Ricky has to work Hao picks him up for work only for Gyuvin to meet them at the studio, but they have to play it cool like they’ve only just run into each other. This new routine feels surprisingly normal, even though it’s something he’s never experienced before.

For the first time, he has more than just work and Lin. It feels nice to look forward to something every day. Every night, after a long day, he and Gyuvin settle in front of the TV. They watch whatever Ricky picks, and without fail, Gyuvin falls asleep first. Ricky, always the night owl, stays awake a little longer, appreciating the rare quiet and the sense of peace that comes with it. By the time he eventually goes to bed, Gyuvin’s already sound asleep, and when morning comes, it’s always Ricky who wakes up last.

In this new normal, Ricky feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time: safe.

“So, salted or caramel?” Gyuvin calls from the kitchen.

Does Ricky really have to pick only one? He pouts, thinking.

As if Gyuvin could see his face, he says, “Alright, both it is.” Ricky smiles as he hears Gyuvin toss the first bag into the microwave.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow so I’m staying up tonight. We’re finishing this show,” Gyuvin says confidently. 

“Sure,” Ricky rolls his eyes, not buying it.

A few minutes into the show, Ricky reaches over for some salted popcorn from Gyuvin’s bowl. His hand brushes against Gyuvin’s, but neither of them react. Ricky’s gotten used to Gyuvin’s constant touching, always casual and playful. He, on the other hand, isn’t as naturally touchy. Even though he wants to reach out, he can’t bring himself to do it, so he ends up “accidentally” touching Gyuvin and hoping the alpha gets the hint.

“Should we just mix them?” Gyuvin asks.

“What? No way. Salt and sweet don’t mix. Just eat them one after the other,” Ricky says, seriously.

“That’s so much work,” Gyuvin groans as he playfully pretends to pour his bowl into Ricky’s.

“Gyuvin, stop!” Ricky whines, pouting.

Gyuvin pretends to mix them one more time before setting both bowls aside.

“So strict, omega.” Gyuvin grabs Ricky’s cheeks with one of his hands, making his pout even bigger.

Ricky’s face heats up at being called omega. Did Gyuvin even realize what he just said? Maybe it slipped out.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and both of them freeze. Ricky’s heart races. Is it Lin? He did say he will come back for him. It can’t be Hanbin or Hao. They’re still in Jeju for another week. “I’ll check,” Gyuvin says, getting up.

Ricky watches, trying to calm his nerves.

Gyuvin comes back quickly. “Just the delivery guy—he had the wrong door. It’s for your neighbor,” he says.

Ricky nods, but his heart’s still pounding.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry.” Gyuvin places a hand over Ricky’s, gently brushing the fading bruise on his wrist. “After what happened that night, I told the building manager not to let Lin in.”

That bit of reassurance makes Ricky feel a little better, his tension easing.

“Come on, let’s get back to the show.” Gyuvin wraps an arm around Ricky’s shoulders, pulling him in closer.

This time, Ricky doesn’t pull away. He leans into the touch, letting the alpha’s warmth comfort him.

Two episodes later, Gyuvin is surprised to find himself still awake, and he figures it might have something to do with the quiet omega in his arms. Ricky still seems on edge after the earlier scare.

Trying to lighten the mood, Gyuvin grins. “Ricky, did all that popcorn wear you out? You didn’t save me any.”

He teasingly places a hand on Ricky’s stomach, gently rubbing it. “How’d you manage to eat it all?” he jokes, even though he’d eaten his fair share, too.

Ricky squirms, obviously ticklish, and Gyuvin can’t resist pushing further, rubbing his soft belly a little more just to get a reaction. 

Ricky, laughing uncontrollably, tries to push Gyuvin’s hand away in vain. “Alpha, stop!” he manages through his giggles.

Gyuvin freezes the second Ricky calls him alpha , his entire body reacting instinctively. His scent thickens in the air. Ricky notices the shift, looking up at him curiously, clearly wondering what caused the sudden change.

Gyuvin’s eyes linger on Ricky’s lips, still parted from laughing, and a tiny crumb at the corner of his mouth catches his eye. Without thinking, Gyuvin moves his hand from Ricky’s stomach to his lips, gently brushing the crumb away.

Ricky gasps softly, his lips parting a little more, and Gyuvin can feel the subtle shift in his scent—sweet strawberry, even sweeter now. It sends a wave of warmth through him.

His hand still hovers near Ricky's lips, his thumb brushing the spot where the crumb had been. Ricky doesn’t pull away, his wide eyes watching Gyuvin, as if waiting for him to make the next move.

They both jerk a little when they hear Gyuvin’s phone ring but Gyuvin doesn’t show any signs of moving.

“You should take that,” Ricky says, giving him a small smile.

“Hello, hyung,” Gyuvin replies, glancing at Hanbin's name flashing on the screen.

“Yes, all good. How’s it going there? Sounds fun.” He pauses, nodding. “Oh, nice.”

“Yes, I’m still at my parent’s house,” he lies smoothly, feeling like he’s gotten pretty good at it over the past week.

“Okay, hyung, take care.”

Once Gyuvin hangs up, Ricky’s phone starts ringing. It’s probably Hao.

“Yes, Hao ge,” Ricky answers.

“I’m not going out. Don’t worry,” he assures, casting a glance at Gyuvin.

“Yes, Gyuvin’s picking me up tomorrow.”

“At 5 PM, I think. Yes, it’s a late shoot. Yes, Hao ge.”

“You have fun, bye.”

Ricky hangs up, and Gyuvin raises an eyebrow. “Are the oldies checking up on us?” he jokes.

“Do you think they’re suspicious?” Ricky asks, looking thoughtful.

Gyuvin considers it for a moment. “Nah, I don’t think so. But they might if they don’t see either of us when they get back.”

He stops himself from suggesting that Ricky should talk to Hao when he returns. It’s probably better for Ricky’s safety, but he doesn’t want to push him.

The next morning rolls around, and Gyuvin slips into his usual routine. He tidies up the couch where he slept, makes a cup of coffee, and takes a few moments to enjoy the view of the Han River from the window. Feeling a bit more ambitious today, he follows an online tutorial to make pancakes. The sweet smell fills the air, but Ricky’s still not up.

Needing to use the bathroom, which is in Ricky’s room, Gyuvin tiptoes in carefully. He steals a glance at the omega, still snuggled deep in his nest of blankets, looking peaceful. Trying not to disturb him, Gyuvin quietly slips into the shower.

Gyuvin steps out of the shower, glancing at his reflection as he quietly dries his hair. Normally, he'd have music playing, but he didn't want to risk waking Ricky.

Suddenly, the bathroom door creaks open, and through the mirror, he sees Ricky standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” Ricky mutters, immediately looking down, avoiding Gyuvin’s gaze. A soft blush blooms on his pale face, and Gyuvin can’t help but smile at how flustered he looks.

“It’s fine, I’m done,” Gyuvin replies easily. He grabs his fresh clothes and heads out, a towel still loosely wrapped around his waist. As he passes Ricky, who’s pressed awkwardly against the door, something stirs in him. Leaning in just slightly, he lowers his voice and whispers, “Good morning, Ricky,” close to the omega's ear.

Ricky’s breath hitches, the tension thickening between them for a fleeting second.

It happens again at breakfast, Gyuvin’s alpha instinct kicking in as they sit across from each other, eating pancakes. Gyuvin cuts a piece from his own plate and holds it up toward Ricky, his eyes playful.

"Here," he says casually, as though Ricky doesn’t have the exact same pancakes in front of him.

Ricky looks at him for a moment, hesitating, but then he leans in slightly and opens his mouth, accepting the bite. Gyuvin watches, fascinated, as a blush begins to spread across Ricky’s skin; starting from his ears, and slowly blooming down his neck.

It’s mesmerizing. Gyuvin’s gaze lingers, wondering how far that blush goes, imagining it traveling lower. His heart races, though he hides it behind a grin, loving the way the omega reacts to even the smallest touch. He’s growing addicted to it. He’s going to miss this when he eventually has to move out.

“You know, I signed up for the photography competition.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Ricky nods approvingly. “When’s the deadline?”

“In two weeks.” Gyuvin feels a wave of anxiety hit him.

“That’s... not a lot of time,” Ricky remarks softly, his brow furrowing.

“Yeah...” Gyuvin fidgets, feeling the pressure.

“It’s fine. You’ll figure it out,” Ricky tries to reassure him. “What’s the theme?”

“Summer.”

“But it’s spring right now,” Ricky says, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s the challenge,” Gyuvin shrugs.

“Well, whenever I’m not working for Matthew’s brand, I’d love to help,” Ricky says, looking shy but eager.

Gyuvin glances at Ricky, a guilty feeling creeping in. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Ricky. I can’t even pay you.”

Ricky’s face drops and Gyuvin immediately regrets his words. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you,” he adds quickly, trying to smooth things over.

Ricky looks thoughtful for a moment. “What if I use the photos too? Would that help? Taerae mentioned I should start an Instagram, so I could use them for that.”

Gyuvin lights up—that’s actually a fantastic idea. But before he can say anything, Ricky continues, his voice barely above a whisper, “He also said it might help me find an alpha. Apparently, that’s how people meet these days...”

Gyuvin’s smile fades. So that’s what Ricky wants to use the pictures for. He’s not thrilled anymore. He’ll definitely need to talk to Taerae about filling his omega’s head with this nonsense. His omega? Ugh, there goes his alpha again. Everybody apparently wants to annoy him today.

“We’ll see,” Gyuvin mutters, getting up to clear their plates, his back to Ricky.

“Hm,” Ricky smiles, like he’s satisfied with making Gyuvin squirm.

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Ricky wakes up, he's slowly getting used to the sound of Gyuvin in the shower every morning. Even when he's up early, he likes to stay in bed, waiting for the alpha to finish so he can catch a glimpse when he steps out. Today’s no different. Gyuvin walks out, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his long torso and legs looking like something Ricky’s fellow models would envy.

"You know, you should think about modeling," Ricky says from under the covers, giving away that he's been awake for a while.

Gyuvin smirks. "Hmm, I'm already stuck choosing between a million careers, let’s not add another." He doesn't seem surprised Ricky was watching. Does he know about Ricky's little habit?

Ricky’s face burns, and he quickly turns over, hiding under the blanket. Why couldn’t he just stay quiet? Now he’s beyond embarrassed.

"Besides, I don’t think being famous is for me. Seems tough," Gyuvin adds, a sympathetic look on his face. Ricky doesn’t know how to respond. Fame was something he used to want so badly, but now? He’s not so sure.

"Yeah, I guess," Ricky mumbles, peeking out from the sheets. Gyuvin’s fully dressed now, looking straight at him.

"We’ve both got the day off, so I figured we could work on that competition project of mine. You down?"

"Yeah, sure," Ricky says before heading to the shower. He wonders if they’re going out today. Maybe Gyuvin wants to take pictures at the park or by the river—perfect for the summer theme. But out in public? Would that even be safe?

As Ricky dries his hair, curiosity gets the better of him, and he looks up Lin online. He’s surprised by how little it affects him now. The old pull he felt when he looked at Lin isn’t there anymore, and Lin seems to be in LA. Ricky lets out a small sigh of relief.

But then he realizes—does this mean Gyuvin can go back now? Ricky feels a wave of disappointment. Hao’s coming back from Jeju in a few days, and Gyuvin will probably move back to his own place. Will they have any reason to hang out after that?

When Ricky steps out of his room, he’s surprised to see Gyuvin rearranging the furniture in the living room. The couch is now by the big window, overlooking the Han River. Ricky raises an eyebrow, giving Gyuvin a questioning look.

“Well, it’s not exactly safe to take you out in public, so I figured we’d make the most of what we have here," Gyuvin says, fiddling with his camera. "Summer can happen at home too, you know."

Ricky hesitates, wondering if he should mention what he just found out about Lin. Maybe if they avoid crowded places, they could manage an outdoor shoot. But he brushes the thought aside.

“Yeah, makes sense,” Ricky says quietly, feeling a twinge of guilt for keeping it to himself. He wants to hold onto this for some time more.

“I was thinking... a white flowy shirt would look good against the aqua-blue couch,” Gyuvin says, glancing at Ricky for approval.

Ricky nods, imagining the setup. He can see how it could work.

“So, like, a hot summer afternoon on the couch,” Gyuvin adds, sounding unsure of himself.

Ricky smiles softly. It sounds a little silly, but he can picture it. “I don’t have a white flowy shirt, though. Black, maybe, but no white.”

“You can wear mine,” Gyuvin blurts out, a little too eager, then quickly looks away, embarrassed by his own excitement.

Gyuvin moves around the living room with his camera, adjusting angles and lighting as he takes pictures of Ricky sprawled on the couch. Ricky tries to focus, but it’s getting harder with each click of the shutter. He’s wearing Gyuvin’s white shirt, and it feels impossibly soft against his skin, the fabric loose and comfortable. More than that, it smells like Gyuvin—warm, familiar. He loves how it makes him feel, wrapped in the alpha’s clothes.

Gyuvin is gentle, his touch light as he adjusts Ricky’s position or brushes hair from his face. Each time, Ricky’s heart races. He would choose this over the harsh, old photographers he usually works with any day. Having Gyuvin behind the camera brings a thrill he didn’t know he could feel while working. Each click of the camera feels like a heartbeat, capturing not just his image but more, something unspoken between them.

“Just a little to the left,” Gyuvin instructs, his voice low and steady. Ricky complies, shifting his body, trying to maintain a casual facade while his heart races. Gyuvin moves around him with ease, finding the perfect angle, his eyes never leaving Ricky. There’s an intensity in his gaze that makes Ricky feel exposed and yet utterly seen.

“Perfect,” Gyuvin murmurs, snapping another shot. The compliment spread a deep blush across his cheeks. The way Gyuvin looks at him through the lens ignites a flutter in his stomach, making it hard to breathe normally.

“Just one more,” Gyuvin says, and Ricky nods, trying to maintain a relaxed posture. He shifts slightly, lying back against the cushions, his body feeling warmer than before. Sunlight pours in through the window, bathing him in a golden glow. He feels flushed, and he’s not sure if it’s from the heat of the afternoon or Gyuvin’s lingering presence.

Gyuvin kneels beside him, positioning the camera at an angle that highlights Ricky’s features. “Hold that expression,” he instructs softly, his voice almost a whisper. Ricky bites his lip, trying to remain composed while the warmth of Gyuvin’s gaze washes over him. The shutter clicks again, capturing the moment perfectly—Ricky’s face flushed, his body relaxed but his mind anything but. 

When Gyuvin finally lowers the camera, there’s a pause, both of them caught in the heavy silence. Ricky’s skin still tingles, his thoughts spinning. He wonders as Gyuvin watches him, if the flush on the alpha’s face comes from the afternoon sun or something much deeper.

Gyuvin’s gaze shifts from Ricky’s eyes to his lips, then trails down to his neck, lingering on a particular spot. Ricky gasps softly when he feels Gyuvin’s gentle fingers tracing the tattoo on the side of his neck. His body reacts instantly to the touch on that sensitive spot, his scent sweetening in response.

“Ricky…” The way Gyuvin says his name sends shivers down Ricky’s spine, and he worries about what the alpha might say next. In a moment of courage, he closes the gap between their lips, deciding there’s no need for words.

“Mm,” Gyuvin hums into the kiss, his hands cradling Ricky’s face. Ricky’s hands find their way into Gyuvin’s hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him.

As Ricky lays back on the couch, he tugs Gyuvin on top of him, the warmth and weight of the alpha sending a rush of need through him.

“Alpha,” Ricky whines, feeling Gyuvin’s hand slip under his shirt. The warmth of Gyuvin's palm against his bare skin ignites sensations he’s never experienced before.

Gyuvin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into Ricky’s mouth, exploring the softness there. He angles Ricky’s head just the way he wants, while his other hand begins to explore the contours of Ricky’s body, tracing every curve.

Ricky’s gasps grow louder as Gyuvin's hand travels to his nipples, a slight brush enough to make slick drip from him. A sickeningly sweet strawberry and vanilla scent envelops them both, mingling in the air like an intoxicating haze.

“Fuck, Ricky. You smell like heaven,” Gyuvin breathes, burying his face in the curve of Ricky’s neck. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down Ricky’s spine, and he revels in the sensation, but underneath it all, a sense of panic begins to creep in.

He uses the break from the kiss to let himself breathe, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain some control. What if this doesn’t end well? What if they cross a line that can’t be uncrossed? Thoughts of Hao flash through his mind. Would he approve of this? 

He turns his head slightly, allowing Gyuvin better access, craving more of that delicious closeness. But then, doubt crashes over him like a wave. He’s only been with Lin. Does he even deserve anything better than that? Ricky feels so small, overwhelmed.

Gyuvin lifts his head, instantly sensing the change in Ricky’s mood. “Ricky, are you alright?” His voice is laced with concern.

Ricky looks at Gyuvin, the beautiful alpha seems so perfect in every way, and the weight of his own inadequacies presses down harder. “We should stop.”