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When Yoo Joonghyuk was twelve, he was kidnapped once.
He was taken together with Mia, who was only four. The masked kidnappers locked them in a narrow room, pitch-black and suffocating.
He lost all sense of time in the dark, drifting until he half-heard a door being smashed open. Bursting in was one of his father’s men, a middle-aged man with blood running down his face. He scooped up the parched Mia, grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk by the arm, and with no thought for his own injuries, shoved them both into a car that sped straight toward the hospital.
On the first day, everyone who came to visit spoke in vivid detail—how the man had scoured the city for the missing siblings, fought the kidnappers, and then waited anxiously at the hospital doors, completely forgetting his own wounds.
But by the second day, the stories went silent. No one mentioned him again. Even the kidnapping itself seemed to have been erased from everyone’s memory.
When he was discharged, another of his father’s men came to fetch him. They sat wordlessly in the car, the silence so heavy it almost squeezed the breath from his chest. Finally the man handed him a crumpled water bottle. Inside was no water, only a faint red stain clinging to the plastic, a whiff of rust in the air. That was how his father always was, he never said anything plainly, dressing everything up as some “test,” turning life into a tiresome riddle.
“The blood on his head was fake,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “He staged the kidnapping himself.”
“Smart kid.” The man smiled. “Looks like we don’t need to worry about a trick like this fooling you into trust.”
Yoo Joonghyuk only gave a short, cold snort.
He had long since gotten used to it.
He hated all the adults around him. They were hypocrites, calculating everything on a scale dressed up as “equivalent exchange.” They only did what promised a return, and if there wasn’t one, they would force a stage into existence just to make it worthwhile.
Most people seemed to think that the fake kidnapping had left him heart-sore and shattered, so no one spoke of it again. No one, except for one girl who appeared out of nowhere, looking only three or four years older than him.
“You’re the kid who got kidnapped by your own people for a little play-acting, right?” The girl in a purple dress leaned over to him. “Yoo Joonghyuk, was it?”
Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. He didn’t know her.
“I heard you were locked up for two days?” she asked, without the slightest hesitation. “Are you afraid of the dark now? Just curious. I don’t know anyone else who’s gone through that.”
“Get lost.” Yoo Joonghyuk was just as blunt.
The girl only raised her brows. Strangely, she didn’t argue. She even got up and really left, but not before lifting her orange-juice glass in a mock toast. “To our trash families.”
The second time he ran into her was at a party in someone else’s house. Yoo Joonghyuk had been looking for a quiet spot, only to see her sneaking out of a room. One hand held a thin wire, the other lifting the hem of her long gown. Strapped to her thigh was a pouch that looked suspiciously like a soldier’s ammo bag, and she tucked a velvet jewelry box into it.
“Hi,” she said easily, letting her skirt fall back into place. “Don’t you think these gowns are designed stupid? Not even a single pocket.”
“This was their dressing room, wasn’t it?” Yoo Joonghyuk demanded.
“Relax,” the girl said. “I only took a little something. Of course they won’t accuse their esteemed guests over a few missing trinkets.”
“You…” Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. The jewelry she wore was hardly cheap. “What do you even need with those little things?”
“Because I’m running away from home. You need money for everything. Adults can’t be trusted. Only money is.” She added, “You should start preparing too.”
Every time Yoo Joonghyuk met Han Sooyoung, he picked up some odd piece of knowledge from her: how to get a bank card that parents couldn’t freeze, how to find a place to live, how to get yourself enrolled at a school. Clearly, she was figuring things out as she went and writing the manual at the same time. Less than half a year after they met, he heard the rumor: the youngest Han daughter had run away from home.
A year later, Yoo Joonghyuk ran away too, with Mia.
They wandered for a while before finally managing to rent a new place from an old woman with mild dementia. The building was shabby, but it was a proper apartment, no rats, no bedbugs, and no wooden partitions pretending to be walls.
Just as Yoo Joonghyuk breathed a sigh of relief, a strange man moved in next door.
The man carried himself with an intrusive kind of friendliness, smiling like a fox. He reminded Yoo Joonghyuk of his father’s scheming subordinates, and he wondered if this one had been sent to watch him. He thought about moving again, but he and Mia had only just settled down. He didn’t want to drag her back into drifting from place to place.
Still, the man was skinny, hardly even above average for a Beta. If he did turn out to be trouble, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, violence would probably take care of it.
“And then, and then, that Ahjussi just—bam! The guy went flying! And then another one, the one who looked like a frog, he came from the back like this, like this, and tried to—um, what’s the word—anyway, he tried to attack Ahjussi! And then Ahjussi went like this, and this—”
For Mia, describing a fight was a real challenge. She didn’t have the words for it, so she threw in arm swings, jumps, and wild gestures, doing her best to recreate the chaos of that night.
Back then, Yoo Joonghyuk had been blinded by rage, tangled up with his own opponent. By the time his name was called and he snapped back to himself, all he saw were two losers rolling on the ground, shrieking in pain. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t tell if Mia had exaggerated this man’s skills, or if he himself had simply underestimated the strange Beta.
He raised a hand. Every wound on his body had been wrapped up, though the process had been anything but gentle. That odd man had berated him the whole time, roughly disinfecting and bandaging, making him grit his teeth and suck in sharp breaths. In the end, the shameless idiot even demanded that Yoo Joonghyuk call him hyung.
The teasing was plain in his eyes. Yoo Joonghyuk could only turn his head away in fury.
“How about a ‘thank you,’ then?” the man pressed.
Yoo Joonghyuk clamped his jaw shut. It had been a long time since he’d said those words to anyone. People who reached out a hand to him and Mia had never done it for the sake of a fleeting phrase. What they wanted was always far heavier than the scraps of help they offered. They all thought children were easy marks, that with nothing more than a small box of candy, they could buy a child’s blazing, wholehearted trust.
But Kim Dokja really was a weirdo. He looked like he only wanted a simple “thank you.”
When he finally got it, his whole face lit up, pure delight spilling out. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t understand what the idiot was so happy about. All he knew was that everything about him—eyes curving into crescent moons, damp bangs clinging to his forehead, even the droplets trembling on his lashes—was unbearably irritating. He grabbed Mia and slammed the door on his way out.
It wasn’t until two years after meeting Kim Dokja that Yoo Joonghyuk saw Han Sooyoung again.
Strangely enough, the damned woman would drop by Kim Dokja’s store every now and then, hole herself up in a corner for the whole day. Yoo Joonghyuk also went there once or twice a week. Yet somehow, by sheer coincidence, they had never crossed paths.
Until that day, Kim Dokja had collapsed from a fever brought on by his secondary present, right there in the shop. The woman came charging in, shouting her lungs out, pounding on the door with both hands. “Come out already! Your Beta’s passed out in there!”
Yoo Joonghyuk had his headphones on, watching the replay video Namgung Minyoung had sent him. He didn’t catch her words at first. His first thought was that there was some lunatic outside. Remembering that Kim Dokja was alone in the shop, he grabbed a hammer from the toolbox and edged toward the door, motioning for Mia to stay back.
“Is anyone in there?” the woman kept yelling, her voice oddly familiar. “He fainted! Your Beta fainted!”
He realized something was off. Yoo Joonghyuk pulled open the door, locking eyes with a short-haired woman outside.
“Your Beta faint—what the fuck?” Han Sooyoung started, but the moment she saw his face she choked, stumbling back two steps, her feet tangling like she was stamping out some arcane diagram. “You—what the fuck! You?!”
“Han Sooyoung?” Yoo Joonghyuk was equally stunned.
“So it was you, kid, who presented back then?” Han Sooyoung jabbed a finger at him, blurting it out, then immediately launched into retroactive analysis. “No wonder that little one looked familiar. That was Yoo Mia, wasn’t she?”
“What did you just say about Kim Dokja?”
“Oh right! That guy fainted in the shop! You—” Han Sooyoung didn’t finish. Yoo Joonghyuk shoved past her so fast she banged against the doorframe, cursing as she clutched her side. “Hey!”
【What happened to him?】 Han Sooyoung texted.
【None of your business.】 Yoo Joonghyuk shot back, temper flaring.
In front of him, Kim Dokja had taken medicine and was on an IV drip. The fever had finally broken, but he’d drifted back into restless sleep. He curled in on himself by instinct, clutching the blanket, sweat beading on his nose, eyelids twitching like he was caught in a nightmare.
Yoo Joonghyuk slowly reached out, resting his hand on the wrist with the IV line. The infusion had left his arm icy cold. He kept it there, his chest a mess of tangled thoughts. Kim Dokja had gone through his secondary present because of Yoo Joonghyuk’s pheromones.
By the time he came back to himself, his phone was flooded with Han Sooyoung’s messages.
【I’m a regular at that shop, I get to ask, don’t I?】
【By the way】
【That wild mutt who went crazy while presenting. Was that you?】
【And the Alpha stink on him every single day…that’s from you?】
【Wait】
【You’re the one cooking for him every day too?】
【Holy shit】
【What a touching story.】
There was a long silence before she sent another line:
【Except it’s basically sexual harassment.】
【You got a death wish?】 Yoo Joonghyuk replied.
“Honestly, I thought your relationship was…” Lee Seolhwa, like everyone else, had a knack for poking at the sorest spots. After calling Yoo Joonghyuk into the exam room alone, she hesitated before adding, “But judging by Kim Dokja-ssi and the way you act, it looks more like some kind of one-sided…”
The look Yoo Joonghyuk gave her, full of killing intent, made Lee Seolhwa smile politely and shut her mouth.
“But either way,” she said, “you’re the only one who can look after Kim Dokja-ssi. Which means there are things I need to tell you.”
“He mustn’t take any suppressants ever again.” Lee Seolhwa’s tone turned serious. “They’re prescription drugs, but the market isn’t tightly controlled. If he wants them, he’ll find a way. I need you to keep an eye on him. Don’t let him mess around.”
“Some things can’t be allowed to happen a second time,” she said. “If his secondary present is interrupted again, his other organs may also be affected by the hormonal imbalance. In the worst case, his life could be at risk.”
Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth, but Lee Seolhwa’s hints were already skirting the edge of patient privacy. He asked, “Anything else I should know?”
“Cases of presenting at twenty-six are extremely rare. We have little to reference…” She paused, uncertain. “But for Omegas, the hormones released during present can heavily affect rationality. It’s possible that, during it, Kim Dokja-ssi’s mental state could regress to that of a teenager.”
“Kim Dokja-ssi seems calm on the surface,” she went on. “But if he loses control of his emotions, he may become more sensitive, even more easily depressed.”
“What should I do?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“Make sure his nest gives him enough sense of safety,” Lee Seolhwa said. “And stay with him.”
By the end of the week, Yoo Joonghyuk had piled together a basket of his own clothes and blankets. Mia, too, filled a small basket with her scarves and plush toys. They waited for Kim Dokja to ask for nest materials. But ever since that clumsy confession, Kim Dokja had been avoiding Yoo Joonghyuk, as if by staying out of sight he could erase both the present and the feelings between them.
Two days before his present, Yoo Joonghyuk slipped into Kim Dokja’s room while he was out. The bed was still empty, not a trace of a nest.
Yoo Joonghyuk lost his patience. He called Mia. “We’re making that idiot a nest.”
“Okay!” Mia bounced in, dragging along her whole basket of things. Only after dumping everything in Yoo Joonghyuk’s room did she blink. “Wait. it’s on your bed?”
Yoo Joonghyuk hesitated half a second. “…Yes.”
“Then where will you sleep these two days?”
“The couch,” Yoo Joonghyuk said.
And he really had said it, seriously and with the utmost morality.
But now, Kim Dokja was curled up on his bed, ears burning red. His gaze was hazy, eyes damp, lips parted as he panted shallowly. He had buried his face into Yoo Joonghyuk’s sweater; soon after, he clutched at Yoo Joonghyuk’s blanket as well, refusing to let go. He was drenched in Yoo Joonghyuk’s pheromones. And then, shamelessly, he grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand and pressed it against the soft skin of his belly.
It took all of Yoo Joonghyuk’s self-control to wrestle his own reactions back down with time and reason. Only then did he climb onto the bed, lying down beside him. He reached out carefully, pulling Kim Dokja into his arms, tucking his face against the crook of the Omega’s neck.
The newborn glands were still unstable, their scent muddled. It felt like printer ink mixed with the buttery sweetness of dough in an oven. But the emotions within it were crystal clear. The Omega was deeply satisfied—with the nest, and with the Alpha lying at his side.
Before Kim Dokja had even presented, Yoo Joonghyuk had already played out hundreds of rounds of mental chess with himself. In the end, he still turned to Han Sooyoung for help.
Kim Dokja clearly hadn’t given up on using suppressants to cut off his present. Even if Yoo Joonghyuk skipped all his training, there was no way he could watch him twenty-four hours a day. And esports was an opportunity he had clawed out for himself. He needed the money. He needed to prove to Kim Dokja that he wasn’t a child anymore. To promise him any kind of future, he had to hold on to this job.
【So what, you want to borrow some of my bodyguards to keep an eye on your precious Omega?】 Han Sooyoung might’ve been insufferable, but she was sharp. Before Yoo Joonghyuk could even explain, she had already laid out the problem.
【Money isn’t an issue.】 Yoo Joonghyuk replied.
【Fine by me. I’ve got plenty of idle people lying around anyway.】 she said.
【But this is the best solution you could come up with?】 She sent over a shaking-head emoji full of disdain.
【Then spit out your genius plan.】 Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
【Simple. You go to your esports club. I’ll keep an eye on him. When I give the signal, you call him. Make sure your coach is yelling in the background, scolding you for not focusing on training.】
Yoo Joonghyuk waited for her next step, only to realize that was the whole plan. He typed back, baffled: 【And then?】
【And then what? Then that idiot will realize that because of him, you can’t even train properly, you’re distracted every day, and your bright future is about to go up in flames. That’ll make him behave.】
Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the screen for a long time before forcing out: 【What kind of nonsense is that?】
【Don’t believe me? Try it. He just doesn’t want to sleep with you, it’s not that he doesn’t care.】 Han Sooyoung fired back instantly.
【He’d do more for you than you think.】
【Trust me. And quit dragging this out. I’m sick of watching you two.】
Yoo Joonghyuk hated to admit it, but the trick worked even better than he expected. And even after Kim Dokja presented, it was still just as effective.
That night, when he went to find Kim Dokja, the man was in the kitchen rinsing a plate that had held fruit. He must’ve just finished eating blueberries. The club owner had brought them back from his hometown, and every player had gotten two boxes.
Yoo Joonghyuk came up behind him, wrapped his arms around him, and sniffed. His brows furrowed immediately. Kim Dokja had learned too quickly how to suppress his pheromones; his glands gave off no scent at all. Dissatisfied, Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his teeth against the back of his neck.
“You—” Kim Dokja nearly dropped the plate. He turned, furious. “Don’t bite at random! What are you, a dog? Just because of a little pheromone—”
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t hear a word. He’d grown calluses in his ears from hearing this same lecture on repeat. All he saw were lips moving, and maybe because of all those blueberries, they were stained a faint, unnatural blue. He leaned closer, trying to press against them.
Kim Dokja reacted instantly, jerking sideways, but Yoo Joonghyuk was faster, catching his waist. Forced back, Kim Dokja arched away, one hand clamped over his mouth.
It wasn’t even a kiss, just the briefest brush of lips. Yoo Joonghyuk hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. Staring into those eyes full of accusation, a sudden thought struck him.
“First time?” he asked.
Kim Dokja glared, face blank, hands tugging at the grip on his waist. “What are you so pleased about? Let me go.”
“I want to kiss you,” Yoo Joonghyuk said.
Kim Dokja didn’t answer. But from his shocked expression, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking: Kids these days really have no shame.
Yoo Joonghyuk chose to take his silence as permission. He leaned in again, only for Kim Dokja to lift a hand between their mouths, stopping him.
“Yoo Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja spoke firmly, calling him by name. “I’ve told you many times. I use your bed as a nest because of my physiology. It doesn’t mean I’m your Omega. It doesn’t mean we have any intimate relationship.”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked, froze, and then deliberately stopped restraining his pheromones. He watched Kim Dokja’s nostrils flare slightly, watched the hand between them lower bit by bit.
He knew what Kim Dokja was thinking. He was the one who’d forwarded that article about the Alpha esports player who, rejected by his crush, lost his focus and ruined his career—to Han Sooyoung, who in turn had found a way to put it in front of Kim Dokja.
【How shameless, how utterly shameless.】 Han Sooyoung had commented. 【You’re really this desperate?】
Blame Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk thought furiously. If it weren’t for this idiot being all stone and steel, I wouldn’t have to go this far.
When Yoo Joonghyuk first joined the club, he was called in by the staff member responsible for player mental health.
“You’re an Alpha, so we’d like to know a bit more about your condition ahead of time,” she explained. “Hope you understand.”
She asked about his rut cycles, the usual symptoms. Then: “Do you currently have a Omega partner?”
Yoo Joonghyuk froze for half a beat, then muttered under his breath, frustrated: “No.”
“…All right. Got it.” The staffer gave him a soothing smile, like she had already guessed something. “If there are any changes in your relationship status later, please report it to us immediately.”
Soon enough, Yoo Joonghyuk realized why. Maybe there had been too many players fooling around in the past. The club wasn’t about to wait for honest self-reports; instead, every month they slapped a form on each desk, with a giant block of threats and warnings underneath. If players didn’t report on time, any PR disasters that followed would be deducted straight from their salaries.
That month, the staffer came by with the forms again. Two hours later, she returned to the training room. “Does anyone need to update? If nothing’s changed, you don’t have to hand it—huh?”
Yoo Joonghyuk was holding up his form. Her surprised cry drew every head in the room. The place buzzed with excitement as everyone stared at him. She hurried over, but before she could take the form, Lee Jihye snatched it away with a shriek.
“Master, what are you changing?!” She scanned it in a flash. “Relationship status update? Huh?!”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You brat—”
The training room exploded into noisy chatter. Even Namgung Minyoung abandoned practice, the whole team circling Yoo Joonghyuk.
“Say it. Who.” Namgung Minyoung tapped the rolled-up paper in her hand.
“…My neighbor.”
“How long have you known each other?”
“…Two years.”
“And how long have you been together?”
Yoo Joonghyuk ground his teeth, irritation boiling at Kim Dokja’s evasive attitude. They’d done nearly everything a couple could do, but the man refused to admit it. His scowl was quickly misread by the staffer as embarrassment. She tried to intervene. “Hey I think we should respect the player’s privacy—”
“You don’t know this kid. If he really wanted to keep it quiet, he wouldn’t be submitting the form in public.” Namgung snorted. “My guess is he just snagged someone and can’t wait to brag.”
“Is he still a student?” Lee Hyunsung asked curiously.
“No,” said Yoo Joonghyuk. “He runs a shop.”
“A shop?” Jang Hayoung ****blinked. “At that age?”
“He’s older than me.”
“How much older?” Namgung Minyoung pressed.
“Nine years.”
The room fell dead silent. Everyone’s faces were a spectacle in their own way.
“…Sugar baby??” stammered the youngest, Lee Jihye. “Master’s face could totally pull it off…”
“No.”
“Child groom…?” God knows where Lee Hyunsung had picked that word up.
“No.”
“A man-eating witch?!” Jang Hayoung went wild.
“What the hell are you even thinking.” Yoo Joonghyuk was speechless.
“All right, shut up.” Namgung Minyoung waved a hand. “Yoo Joonghyuk, with me.”
He followed her into the break room. The tall woman perched right on the coffee table, legs crossed.
“We did a background check before you joined,” Namgung Minyoung said. “I know your family situation’s complicated. So I have to ask. You’re sure this so-called neighbor has nothing to do with all that?”
“I’m sure,” Yoo Joonghyuk said.
Namgung Minyoung didn’t press further. She picked up the ashtray on the table, studying it like it was suddenly fascinating. Yoo Joonghyuk took a long breath. Maybe to everyone else, this relationship seemed ridiculous. But unlike Kim Dokja, he had no intention of running away from the fact.
The next second, Namgung Minyoung swung an arm and smacked him hard on the shoulder.
“For someone who makes you want to brag in public…ha! Now I’m curious.” She burst out laughing. “Bring him by sometime, let us meet him.”
“Don’t let it mess with training, though,” she added.
“Your rut’s coming soon,” Kim Dokja said.
“Your match is next week.” His expression stayed calm, but Yoo Joonghyuk saw his Adam’s apple bob as if he were forcing down a swallow. “Are you going like this?”
Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him.
“…You need help.” Kim Dokja didn’t look away. “This match matters.”
In relationships, Kim Dokja was passive. He rarely sought closeness on his own. At most, he’d drift half-asleep into Yoo Joonghyuk’s space, leaning against him unconsciously. He never put anything into words, either. But sometimes, this Omega managed to catch Yoo Joonghyuk completely off guard.
Before Yoo Joonghyuk could even move, Kim Dokja had already set the plan.
“Take the day off from your club the day after tomorrow,” he said.
The next day, coming back from the club, Yoo Joonghyuk went straight into Kim Dokja’s place.
He hadn’t expected much. Or rather, though his mind had run off into fantasies, he knew perfectly well that with Kim Dokja’s shamelessly straight-laced nature, there was no way he’d ever wear anything daring to indulge an Alpha’s preferences. And sure enough, when Yoo Joonghyuk opened the door, Kim Dokja was lying on the couch in the newly bought pajamas that looked proper enough to go grocery shopping downstairs, scrolling on his phone.
But he must have just showered. The scent of body wash still lingered in the air, and even that was enough to make an Alpha on the edge of heat stir with excitement.
Yoo Joonghyuk walked straight over, braced himself on the couch, and pressed down on him. Kim Dokja sank into the cushions with a hiss. “Do you have any idea how heavy you are?!”
Seeing him struggle for breath, Yoo Joonghyuk pushed himself up just enough, staring down at his face for a moment before lowering himself to kiss him.
Kim Dokja’s response was stiff. His lips pressed tight, arm jammed like a barrier between them. Before, he’d always been in heat, instinct drowning out reason. Now, his ever-thinking brain couldn’t help but process every single touch.
Yoo Joonghyuk let go of his restraint, pheromones spilling thick into the room. The sudden wave made the Omega choke, mouth parting as if to speak. Yoo Joonghyuk caught his lips, shutting him up before he could waste breath on words.
He licked at him, tongue clinging and insistent, palm cupping his cheek to tilt it back, forcing out the Omega’s scent before finally pulling away. Spit ran from the corner of Kim Dokja’s mouth. He wiped it quickly with the back of his hand.
“…Has it started already?” Kim Dokja panted. “Your runt?”
“Not yet.” Yoo Joonghyuk buried his face into the crook of his neck, sucking at the pale skin, leaving marks as his hand slipped under the pajamas. The warmth and softness of that skin was always enough to undo him.
“Then when—”
“You’ll know,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “Don’t regret it when it comes.”
He guessed Kim Dokja was regretting it.
But Kim Dokja said nothing, just knelt between Yoo Joonghyuk’s legs, struggling to take the massive cock into his mouth. Sometimes he went too hard, hitting the back of his throat, and he’d pause, eyes red, breathing heavily through his nose. Once he recovered, he stubbornly resumed bobbing his head. When semen shot into his mouth, he propped himself up, spat it out, and coughed messily.
Finally catching his breath, Kim Dokja lowered his gaze and cursed in frustration, “How are you still—”
Yoo Joonghyuk sat up. Kim Dokja’s clumsy blowjob was pure torture for an Alpha in his rut, and it took everything in him not to grab the other’s head and thrust recklessly into his throat. He pinned the flustered Omega to the bed, prying apart legs that tried to clamp shut. The rear entrance was already soaked, slick gushing out with every embarrassed squirm, dripping down the crease of his thighs.
Yoo Joonghyuk looked away. He couldn’t keep testing his crumbling self-control. He pressed Kim Dokja’s legs together and thrust his cock between the gap. Eyes tightly shut, he imagined plunging into the Omega’s scorching passage, imagined truly claiming Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja’s breaths came in broken gasps, legs squeezing tighter, his hands reaching to stroke the searing shaft. After some time, Yoo Joonghyuk came a second time, white fluid splattering across Kim Dokja’s abdomen.
Kim Dokja let out a long sigh, covering his face with one hand, legs limply draped over the bed. Yoo Joonghyuk noticed his inner thighs were rubbed raw, bright red. He touched them with his fingers, and perhaps due to the pain, Kim Dokja flinched.
“No. It hurts.” Kim Dokja said, voice hoarse.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know why, but anger surged within him instantly. Why was this guy always like this? Keeping him at arm’s length with distant words, maintaining that gap between them. But if Kim Dokja truly felt nothing for him, why would he willingly let an Alpha use him as a toy to vent during a rut? Did he indulge every stray kid he picked up like this?
Maybe, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, possessed, he should make Kim Dokja realize what was really going on in his head. Only then would this idiot stop blindly trusting kids.
He scooped up the limp Kim Dokja from the bed, one hand supporting his hips, the other around his waist, and stood, carrying him. Startled, Kim Dokja clung to his neck.
“What are you doing?” Kim Dokja asked.
“Do you know what I did here last time during my rut?”
Kim Dokja’s eyes widened, mouth opening but no words coming out. Yoo Joonghyuk carried him toward the room’s door, and the stark-naked Omega suddenly grew alert. “Wait, where are you going? Put me down—”
“I thought,” Yoo Joonghyuk set Kim Dokja down, taking advantage of his unsteady legs to press him face-first against the wooden door. The cold surface made the Omega instinctively shrink back into Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms. “If you’d come back that day—”
He slid his fingers into the soft, slick entrance, thrusting slowly, drawing a high-pitched moan from the Omega. Kim Dokja quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.
“I’d fuck you right here against this door,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. The hot, tight hole eagerly sucked at his fingers. In his imagination, Kim Dokja would fight back desperately at first, stifling his own sounds, but in the end, his body would betray him. Every passerby outside would hear his aroused moans, knowing there was an Omega so desperate he couldn’t even wait to get to the bedroom, begging for an Alpha’s invasion the moment the door closed.
“Yoo Joonghyuk… ngh, you… damn it! Slow down—”
“I even used your unwashed clothes, every single piece,” he continued. “You don’t know—every time I saw you wearing those clothes, I pictured you covered in cum.”
“You… wait… ah!”
His fingers relentlessly targeted the most sensitive spot inside the Omega, while he bit down hard on the already-marked shoulder. Kim Dokja’s back arched sharply, a gush of warm liquid spurting from his rear, coating Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. But Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t stop; he sped up, drawing sobbing whimpers from Kim Dokja. The Omega’s body, still in its refractory period, trembled violently. But the weaker he stood, the deeper he sank onto the fingers.
“You know nothing,” Yoo Joonghyuk accused, the hormones of his rut fueling his uncontrollable negativity. “You always treat me like a kid—”
“Yoo Joonghyuk!”
Heaven knows where Kim Dokja found the strength, but he roared fiercely. In the chaos of their passionate entanglement, that calm call was like a thunderclap. Yoo Joonghyuk froze, his rationality barely overriding his impulses. Kim Dokja’s body was still recovering; he shouldn’t be doing this—
Kim Dokja, struggling to prop himself against the door, turned his head. His face was flushed, hair a mess, a streak of semen from the blowjob still smeared on his cheek. The Omega roughly grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, yanking the volatile Alpha down. The remorseful Alpha didn’t resist, letting Kim Dokja do as he pleased. But the Omega only sighed and pressed a soothing kiss to his lips.
“Sorry,” Kim Dokja said. “Don’t be mad.”
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t about to forgive this bastard just because of one kiss, he thought. He wasn’t some kid to be placated with a piece of candy.
“I don’t need your apology,” Yoo Joonghyuk said stiffly.
“Don’t push it,” Kim Dokja said. He shakily turned around, stretching his arms to loop around Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. “Go on, what else did you imagine?”