unit 232

by wtfheejake (choupooh)

Summary:

But then again, who will resist an omega’s underwear?

A pervert’s dream if anything.

 

spanish translation available

Notes:

a/n: not beta read please read at your own risk

playlist to listen to while reading

Jaeyun first hears about the theft on a warm spring afternoon, a week after he had moved into the town. 

He’s simply out to the nearest convenience store to buy some drinks—and some scent blockers, because he’s nearing his cycle soon and he wants to make sure he’s ready. Namyangju is hot in spring, the heat from the sun making him sweat even in his minimum clothing of t-shirt and shorts. 

The ice-cream packet he presses on his neck doesn’t help much either and Jaeyun just sighs, sluggishly walking back to his apartment as he opens the wrapper. He’s just about to put the cold popsicle in his mouth when he nears the entrance of the building and sees a gathering. 

There are at least ten people, all with worry and fear on their faces. Most of them are omegas and beta women, Jaeyun notes as he nears them and gets a whiff of their distressed sour scents. 

“What’s happening?” He asks Hyunsuk, the only omega in the whole building he’d gotten to talk to since he moved in and is familiar with. The elder omega gives him a wide eyed look before shaking his head. 

“There’s been a theft.” 

Jaeyun’s eyebrows shoot up. “Theft? In here? How?”

Hyunsuk shrugs, “We don’t know. But a lot of…” He pauses, smacking his lips. Jaeyun raises an eyebrow, leaning closer. Hyunsuk’s cheeks are pink as he continues. “A lot of omega undergarments are missing.”

Jaeyun understands why Hyunsuk got flustered now and it doesn’t take long for him to flush as well. He sucks on the tip of his popsicle to cool off, eyebrows furrowing. “When did it happen?”

“Some of them said they noticed their clothes missing since last month.” 

Oh god. It’s just his luck to move into an apartment complex with a pervert. 

Jaeyun cringes internally and nods, turning to watch everyone. He recognizes the building representative and the president, same worry and concern in their faces as they discuss the situation. 

Jaeyun is about to tell Hyunsuk that he’d be leaving for his room when he first smells it. Something like cinnamon, musk and cardamoms—Jaeyun isn’t too sure. It’s faint but it fills his nostrils and he whips his head immediately to find the source. 

His omega has never been this hell bent on a scent before and Jaeyun soon realizes why. Next to the building representative is a man, all broad shoulders and tall stature, wearing a navy blue uniform and a hat that does nothing to hide his sharp handsome features. He oozes an aura that screams authority as much as control and Jaeyun feels a little faint at the sight of him.

Alpha. This man is an alpha. And when Jaeyun squints to look at the assortment of small badges on the man’s chest pocket—he realizes the man is a cop too. Fuck. 

Jaeyun blinks, entranced. He grips his popsicle stick tight and leans closer to Hyunsuk again, voice low. “Who’s that, hyung?”

Hyunsuk gives him a look, as if he can’t believe Jaeyun doesn’t know. “That’s Heeseung. Our area’s cop.” Heeseung. Heeseung, Jaeyun rants it off in his mind. “He lives right above your unit.” 

Jaeyun whips his head to the side, wide eyed. “He does?”

“Yeah?” Hyunsuk frowns, “You’ve never crossed paths before?”

No. Of course he hasn’t. Jaeyun doesn’t think he can ever forget that face or that scent even if he wanted to. He shakes his head, frowning as he looks back ahead and shoves the popsicle back into his mouth. 

As if he’s able to read through Jaeyun’s pea sized hormone riddled brain, Heeseung meets his eyes as soon as he turns fully to face front. Jaeyun freezes under that gaze, lips numb around the cold ice bar and eyes wide. 

He can’t decipher what his gaze means but it stays on Jaeyun for a solid few seconds, keeping him still in his place before it flies away and around the group of people. Jaeyun however, feels the heat of it, still the fucking same. God what was that? Was it just an observation or was Jaeyun hallucinating their whole stare off?

His thoughts are cut off as the representative speaks, louder this time and catching his attention. The old man, a beta, pats Heeseung on the back as he announces. “Heeseung-ssi will be taking over the case as we wished. I hope everyone can lend a hand in the investigation.”

Everyone around makes a pleasant noise of affirmation at the news. Jaeyun picks up a few heightened scents as well and he frowns slightly, licking the popsicle slowly. Maybe he’s not the only one affected by the alpha. 

“I hope everyone of you can cooperate with me in this.” Heeseung’s voice is a smooth rumble over the chatter of people. It sends another spark inside Jaeyun that he tries so hard to tamper. Not here. He can’t get wet over a hot voice of a hot alpha in public. 

But it’s hard. Of course it’s always hard when it comes to him. Because Heeseung suddenly smiles, and his lips turn into this pretty heart-shape and Jaeyun thinks he can’t breathe for a second.

“Rest assured and put your trust on me.” 

Jaeyun exhales, sucking mindlessly on the popsicle as some of the older omegas start to crowd the alpha, talking and spilling their experiences. Heeseung listens to it all, face neutral but his eyebrows furrowed. Jaeyun has never found a man this hot in his life. 

“I guess we’ll have to be more careful from now on.” Hyunsuk says from next to him and Jaeyun sighs, nodding. 

“Hopefully they catch the thief before it gets out of hand.” Jaeyun gives one last forlorn look at the alpha before turning around to leave with Hyunsuk inside. 

They’re about to walk into the elevators when the scent of cardamoms hits Jaeyun again. He stills, turning slightly to look back and the breath is literally knocked out of his chest when he finds Heeseung behind. 

“Hey,” The alpha greets, tipping his head. Jaeyun finds it hard to respond, but Hyunsuk does it effortlessly, nodding back at the cop who’d stopped them. “Ah hello, Heeseung.”

Heeseung smiles, “Sorry for stopping you guys.” He apologizes, eyes flitting from Hyunsuk to Jaeyun. “I just wanted to see if you guys had seen anything out of the ordinary too.” 

“Not that I know of.” Hyunsuk answers and then turns to Jaeyun, still just as frozen as he was before. The elder omega gestures to him. “He’s also just moved in like a week ago so I don’t think there’s anything he’d seen.”

Jaeyun finds himself flushing a little when Heeseung’s attention turns to him, those same dark eyes falling on his face. Suddenly, the air feels stickier on his skin and Jaeyun looks away from the man, hot on his cheeks. 

Something hot sizzles on his lower belly as he notices the hints of scent in the wind and Jaeyun is flustered beyond repair, nodding his head when Heeseung speaks again. The ice-cream melts in his hands, dripping down the sides of his wrist. 

Jaeyun catches a drop instantly, tongue rolling around the curve of his bone. He doesn’t miss the spike in the scent around them, unmistakably spicy and hot on his throat as he looks up, only to find Heeseung staring back at him. 

His already pink cheeks turn redder, and Jaeyun licks the remaining juice off before standing straight again, tongue swiping over his lower lip to clean up. 

Heeseung’s eyes follow every movement, even as he speaks with such a strong, serious tone,  “Please let me know if you guys find anything out of the ordinary. I’ll be there to help.”

The most out of ordinary is you, Jaeyun wants to say but chooses to stay silent. 

“Ofcourse, we will.” Hyunsuk answers for them, making the alpha smile one last time before turning around to go ask someone else. 

But Jaeyun doesn’t miss the last look thrown his way—Heeseung’s eyes, dark and sharp, settling on him one last time, as if memorizing his features in detail, absorbing him in. 

It leaves him breathless. Jaeyun stumbles inside the elevator with Hyunsuk on tow, leaning against the cool metal to take off some heat. So hot. Why does he have to be so hot? Now, how will Jaeyun continue his day without thinking about the alpha?

Hyunsuk makes a soft noise beside him in his throat, getting his attention. “Be careful. You’re stinking up the whole place.” 

Jaeyun splutters, twiddling with the popsicle stick between his fingers. “It’s just so hot.” 

“Sure is,” The elder omega hums, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

Jaeyun sticks the popsicle back inside his mouth, feeling the cold of the ice numb his lips. He wants to see Heeseung again. He needs to. Because there’s no way Jaeyun can go back to sleeping alone in his bed after that–after Heeseung, knowing the alpha is just upstairs. 

“I’d say we start by writing our initials in our undies.” A beta says when they get off the elevator. Hyunsuk makes a sound of acknowledgement and Jaeyun finds it downright horrific to write his initials on his underwear. 

"A lot of us have the same initials though.” Hyunsuk reasons out and the beta makes a face, frowning. Jaeyun just wants to get back to his apartment, take his clothes off and lay down on his bed as he revisits the whole day. 

“Then maybe we can—”

“This is me,” He doesn’t mean to cut them off but Jaeyun can’t help it. He’s never been that great with people anyway.

Hyunsuk nods at him, giving him a look that borders over skeptical and Jaeyun just smiles, bowing to the others before closing the door behind him. 

As soon as he’s inside, Jaeyun makes a bee-line for the bedroom, dumping his convenience store bag on the kitchen counter on the way. The apartment is hot too, sticky and humid as the air conditioner is yet to be fixed. He hates moving into new places just because of this reason, the unpacking and settling in again. 

There are still unopened boxes stacked outside and collecting dust. But Jaeyun is just so lazy right now and feeling so hot, he turns on the little stand fan and faces it towards the bed. He kept the windows open since morning, letting in fresh air from outside and then he dumps himself on the bed, the sheets scratching his skin and making him more irritable. 

Faintly, Jaeyun wonders if his heat is too close now but he knows it’s not heat, not yet. It’s something completely different. 

Something that takes the shape of blue collared shirt and spices in the air. Jaeyun swallows thickly, fingers dancing over the edge of his tank top and over the waistline of his shorts. 

It won’t hurt. It never will. 

He pushes his fingers under his tank, feeling his own heated, sweat soaked skin and shivers a little as the cool air from the fan hits his bare skin. Soon enough, he taking the shirt off completely, throwing it somewhere in the room and then settling back against his mattress, looking up at the ceiling. 

It’s so hot. Around the room and under his skin. He wants. He wants so many things. 

Slowly, he takes his shorts off as well, now clad in nothing but his underwear against the bedsheets, bare skin and sweating. Jaeyun licks his lips, dancing his fingers across the waist of his panties, feeling the little bow in the middle of it and  the cotton around. He can feel how wet he is, the panties sticking to him and filling the room with his scent. 

Sighing, he finally pulls the panties down his legs, leaving it stretched tight around his thighs as he doesn’t wait to take it off completely and puts his hand down where he needs it the most. 

A soft moan leaves him as soon as his own fingers touch his mound, sticky and wet, dripping slick in abundance. Jaeyun shivers, feeling around the wetness with his index finger before he’s pushing them against his clit, rubbing himself in slow circles. 

It makes him back arch, Jaeyun moans into the sticky air—fingers picking up their pace just a bit. It’s not enough. It’s not what he wants. Needs. 

Frustrated, Jaeyun puts his heel on the mattress and rubs faster, taking his other hand up to his chest, playing with his risen nipples. His skin is so sweaty and warm, the bedsheet sticks to him as he arches up and down with his motion, 

trying to find a rhythm that will satisfy him. 

But it’s just not enough. He wants more. His fingers alone are not enough, even when he forces three of them inside and rubs the heel of his palm over his swollen clit—it’s not enough. 

Jaeyun wants something bigger. Thicker. He wants something other than his own sweet, honeysuckle and lime in the air. He wants something muskier—spicier. Jaeyun wants an alpha. And not just any alpha but he wants the alpha who lives in the unit above him, who’s scent is so spicy it makes Jaeyun’s throat burn and the alpha who looks at him like he wants to eat Jaeyun alive. 

Jaeyun wants Heeseung. He wants him so bad. 

He barely knows how Heeseung is like. Maybe he’s soft and doesn’t share the same sentiments as Jaeyun does. Maybe he’ll be disgusted. Maybe he won’t even spare another glance at Jaeyun later. 

But Jaeyun wants him so much. 

Maybe Heeseung will be just like how Jaeyun imagines him to be. From their so short interaction in front of the elevator and the spicy musk in the wind that he carries with him. Maybe Heeseung will be just as bad. Just as disgusting. 

Maybe Heeseung will hold Jaeyun like he owns him, big hands wrapped around Jaeyun’s waist and palms dancing all over. Maybe he’ll hold Jaeyun so tight, so hard, it bruises. 

Jaeyun can’t help but moan louder as he thinks of the pain that Heeseung may inflict on him, the tight fingers on his waist, the rough hands on his body. 

Maybe Heeseung will waste no time. Maybe he will worship Jaeyun. 

Maybe Heeseung will take his time, tracing each curve of Jaeyun with his hands and mouth, mapping his territory everywhere and anywhere he reaches. Maybe he’ll be rough, thick fingers deep inside Jaeyun and slick tongue flat against his clit. 

Insistent and hungry. 

“Fuck!” Jaeyun groans, fucking himself harder on his fingers. His other hand pinches a nipple and Jaeyun finds his vision blurring, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. 

Maybe Heeseung will flip him over, push him down hard against any surface and make him present. Jaeyun will happily be on fours for the alpha, show him what he owns and let him take Jaeyun as he wants. 

Jaeyun will let Heeseung do everything. Shove his cock down his throat or fuck him from behind, like a bitch in heat, only surviving on cock. 

“Oh my god…” His moans turn louder, longer—Jaeyun cries as he rubs his clit now, fingers still moving fast inside. He curls his fingers just so, hitting a spot so out of reach for him but he desperately wants to. “Ah—fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He wants Heeseung so bad. He wants Heeseung everywhere. 

He wants him above him. Below him.

Jaeyun wants Heeseung’s mouth everywhere, his hands on places even Jaeyun can’t reach. 

He plants his foot harder on the mattress, hips gyrating upwards as he his fingers move faster and faster, chasing his high. 

Jaeyun sees stars as he comes, vision blurring into nothing but darkness. His fingers continue to move inside him, palm pushing against his swollen clit for more—replicating a desire he burns for. 

Jaeyun wonders if Heeseung will hold him down as he comes, unrelenting as he continues to thrust his fingers again and again, mouth drawing circles on his clit. Until Jaeyun is nothing but a mess of slick and sweat. 

The image of Heeseung—dark eyes and dishevelled, between his thighs is enough for Jaeyun to peak again. He near screams this time, drawing out his moan longer as his body trembles with the intensity of his orgasm. 

“Fuck fuck fuck—oh fuck,” He mumbles because he has no other words in his vocabulary right now. What Jaeyun wants to call out is alpha alpha alpha but there’s no alpha to look at him as he comes, hold him down as he convulses on the bed. 

Breathing hard, Jaeyun finally starts coming down his high. His hands stop where they are, wet and messy. His body warm all over again. Jaeyun turns in the bed, lying sideways as he watches the clear sky outside the window. 

The curtains sway with the wind and the whirring of the stand fan is white noise in the background. 

As he catches his breath, Jaeyun can’t help but wonder what Heeseung might be doing now.

Is he out there looking for the thief or is he upstairs in his unit? What if his windows are open too? Did he get a whiff of Jaeyun’s desire for him?

Jaeyun curls in the bed, looking out to his open luggage at the foot of his bed now. His clothes are still folded neatly inside. Some of his undergarments out of their designated bags as he went through them just this morning. 

Jaeyun hasn’t really washed any clothes since he moved in so he doesn’t know what type of undergarments are getting stolen. 

But then again, who will resist an omega’s underwear?

He pulls on the shorts he took off before, forgoing wearing a new panty and then sliding his tank top on as well. Jaeyun looks around the room before he finally spots the wet, used panty he was just wearing now. 

This can do, right?

A pervert’s dream if anything. Jaeyun picks up some other clothes, a t-shirt, another tank top, a soft baby pink pair of shorts that he likes and another pair of panties, this one clean. He runs the new ones under the sink for some time, twisting the clothes to take off excess water before leaving his bathroom.

He put the cloth dryer just last night, assembling it was a hassle. Jaeyun hums under his breath, putting the garments one by one on the rack as if they’re wet from washing right now. 

He deliberately puts the dirty underwear in the middle. Watch me. Take me. 

And then smiles slightly. 

“He’ll help me, right?” Jaeyun asks himself, tugging at the edge of his tank. “He said he will.”

 

🎀

 

“Yours did too?” Hyunsuk almost screams, putting a hand over his mouth as he looks at Jaeyun with wide eyes. 

All Jaeyun does is look back at him and nod, his eyebrows drawn together into a frown. “I put them for drying just last night. And in the morning, it was gone.” 

“Oh my god. What was stolen? Just underwear?”

Jaeyun nods again. Just one underwear. The one he knew would call for trouble. When Jaeyun woke up in the morning, the air was crisp and not as hot as the day before. The sun was bright and the curtains swayed with the wind.

He had run to check the balcony, excitement bubbling inside him in waves. And sure enough, there was something missing. His used panties from yesterday—and also his shorts? 

Jaeyun looks around and finds nothing. Maybe the thief has more than one fetish. 

He shrugs it off and takes the remaining clothes inside, the level of excitement inside him just bubbling higher and higher. He can’t wait until he breaks it to others, to Hyunsuk—to Heeseung, hopefully. 

When he meets the elder omega in the front of the complex, he wastes no time. Hyunsuk’s reaction is just like he expected. 

“I guess they found you too.” Hyunsuk says, his tone sounding scared. He grabs Jaeyun's wrist and turns him around, face stern. “We should report to Heeseung immediately.”

Jaeyun tries to hide his excitement. “You sure?” He asks instead, trying to appear reluctant. “Think he can help us?”

Hyunsuk looks at him like he’s crazy for asking that. “Ofcourse. This can be a lead to the thief! He was dormant for two days as soon as people started taking precautions. But he’s trying to do it again even after police interference.” He raises his hand dramatically, trying to prove his point. “He could be dangerous.”

Yeah. Right. A pervert who gets off on omega underwear. 

Jaeyun wants to scoff but he goes for the other reaction instead. A little scared, a little spooked. He frowns, nodding his head. And then looks at Hyunsuk with wide, desperate eyes, “But how will we report it? I have never talked to him before—minus yesterday.”

“I’ll take you. He should be just around here, making rounds.” Hyunsuk says, looking around. “I saw him this morning. Heeseung has been making rounds with the others since last night.”

“Oh…” Jaeyun follows the elder omega, a little giddy with anticipation. His panties were stolen right under Heeseung’s nose. This just makes the situation better. 

What's better than a pervert stealing underwear?

A pervert stealing underwear right under the guarding alpha’s nose. It will be a hit to Heeseung’s alpha ego—so much, he will be bound to help Jaeyun. Look after Jaeyun. 

He’s literally buzzing with excitement now. Jaeyun can’t help his little smile as he follows Hyunsuk inside, and as soon as they step in—the scent of spice is apparent in the air. Jaeyun breathes it in a little too hungrily, too unabashedly. His throat tingles with the spice and his skin crawls a little by how much he likes it. 

He tries to school his expression. He imagines bad things—sick pups and Heeseung not looking his way. And soon enough, his normal sweetness that bleeds out from his suppressant patches are overshadowed by sad omega.

When they reach the cops, there were four of them. All of them turn at the scent of distressed omegas, senses heightened and nose up. 

Heeseung looks at him first and then at Hyunsuk. “What’s the matter?”

And it prickles under Jaeyun’s skin, the mere second of eyes on him. It makes his insides turn. His omega happy. 

“The thief got to Jaeyun here as well.” Hyunsuk announces, sad. He gestures towards Jaeyun who stands with his hands tucked behind his back. “Happened last night.”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, fulling turning towards them now. He’s so tall, Jaeyun has to tilt his chin up to look at his face. 

“When did you find out?” It’s directed right at Jaeyun and despite the giddiness of being acknowledged by the alpha, Jaeyun makes sure to answer with a forlorn face. 

“Today morning. My panties were missing when I went to check before shower.” He makes sure to stress over the panties and shower, watching a tick go by Heeseung’s jaw. Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. 

“Did you see anyone?” One of the other cops ask and Jaeyun shakes his head, looking down. 

“Nothing.” 

“We’ve been pulling rounds the whole night though.” Another cops quips and when Jaeyun looks up, he sees the tightness in Heeseung’s jaw and the furrow in his eyebrows. 

The fine lines of his features contoured into something akin to anger and Jaeyun has to look away immediately because if he stares more, he might stench the whole place up. 

“Is it possible to find the thief soon? We’re all very worried and scared.” Hyunsuk says and one of the cops, Park Jihoon—Jaeyun can see his name on the tag—-comes up to the elder. 

“We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He says and Jaeyun doesn’t trust him. 

He looks back at Heeseung, who’s staring back at him and finds his cheeks warm up. Jaeyun looks away, only to realize Heeseung stalking up to where he stands, closing the distance between them.

The alpha smiles at him, leaning down a little to match his line of sight. “I’ll write down the report. Come with me.” He says and Jaeyun follows without words, almost in trance. Hyunsuk is busy talking to the other cops anyway. 

Heeseung takes him to the security table near the entrance. The security guard is nowhere in sight. He flips open a small notebook, turning around to lean on the table as he regards Jaeyun.

He’s hot. So hot. His biceps are straining against the blue sleeves and his legs are long. Heeseung is undeniably hot and Jaeyun feels faint when their eyes meet again. 

The alpha smiles, somewhat crooked. Like he’s not here to help Jaeyun but instead looking down at him and Jaeyun finds it thrilling.

“Where did you say you were drying your clothes?”

“The balcony.” 

Heeseung nods, jotting it down. His fingers are long, they also look thick—pretty, as they move the pen. Jaeyun wants them on his throat. 

“Only one article?”

Jaeyun nods, putting his weight on the left leg and arms coming up to fold against his chest. “My panties.”

It's minute, for just a millisecond but Jaeyun catches the pen stopping its scribble before continuing. Internally, Jaeyun smiles. 

“What color?” 

Jaeyun shrugs, “Blue. It had a bow in the waistline.”

He watches the alpha carefully, the way in which Heeseung rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek and something flickers along his mouth, gone before it can fully form. It’s hot. It’s sexy. 

Jaeyun could be drooling if he wasn’t on a mission already.

“Okay…” The alpha says, finally looking up with a raised brow. “Unit number?”

Jaeyun tries to remember. He barely checks his or anyone else’s. 

“Unit 232. Second floor.” 

Heeseung looks a bit surprised. “Oh. Right below mine,” He says and Jaeyun tries to look surprised as well. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” The alpha replies, finally putting the notebook away. He smiles a bit, “I’ll make sure we catch the thief before more theft happens.” 

“I’ll be counting on you guys.” Jaeyun smiles back, hugging himself a bit tighter. His palm moves up and down his arm, nails digging in just slightly. “It’s scary to know there are perverts around here.”

Heeseung chuckles, a sound that goes straight to Jaeyun’s gut. “Scums of earth, I tell you. When I catch that pervert, he’ll be gone for good.”

There’s something so menacing in the way Heeseung relays that threat. It’s electrifying even. Jaeyun smiles again, nodding. 

Heeseung stares at him, for a second and another. The wind between them passes—carrying the notes of their sweetness and spice. Jaeyun looks back and the alpha tilts his head. 

“When did you move in?”

“Oh,” Jaeyun is surprised by the question. “Just last weekend.”

“Not too long,” Heeseung nods, stretching his legs out. They almost brush Jaeyun where he’s standing in front of him. “How are you finding this neighbourhood? Minus the theft ofcourse.” 

Jaeyun giggles, letting his arms fall. He sees Heeseung’s eyes fall on them, the redness that his hands left on his arm. The easy way in which Jaeyun bruises. 

“It’s nice here. But it’s very hot.” He says, flapping a hand in front of his face. The humid air makes his hair stick to his nape and Jaeyun pushes his hair back from his forehead.

“Yeah,” Heeseung says and he sounds distracted. Jaeyun licks his lips, stretching his arms a bit. 

“I’ve barely unpacked my stuff yet too,” He continues, twiddling with his fingers. “The air con isn’t working yet too so it’s a disaster to be inside. And now with a pervert around, I’m scared of keeping the windows open for air.”

C’mon, look at me. Help me. 

Jaeyun smiles sadly, looking at the ground. “Maybe moving here was a bad idea.”

“Don’t say that,” Heeseung counters, sitting up straighter. “Things are a little bad here right now but otherwise this is a nice neighbourhood to be in.”

The alpha smiles at him, reassuring and Jaeyun just wants to push him against the table and climb him. 

“How long have you lived here?” He walks around the table now, leaning a hand against it. They’re closer, side by side as Jaeyun faces him with another blinding smile. He hopes it works, it’s the best, prettiest smile he can muster. 

And he thinks it does because he can see Heeseung swallowing, eyes at Jaeyun’s lips. 

“About a few years? Maybe five.”

Jaeyun is genuinely surprised now. “That’s a long time.”

Heeseung looks away from his lips, holding his gaze instead. “Yeah.”

For a minute that’s all they do, stare at each other in silence. With faint noises of children playing in the park nearby and people entering and exiting the apartment. 

The sun is bright and the heat is unbearable. 

And then, Heeseung looks away, clearing his throat. Jaeyun doesn’t miss the red on his neck, right where his scent patch sits. There’s an ache in Jaeyun’s gum to bite it off. He resists. 

“If you need any help with settling in, let me know. I can help.” Heeseung offers then, and when Jaeyun looks back at him, the alpha looks almost shy. Hand on his nape, rubbing the redness. It’s cute. It’s a complete contrast to how Jaeyun sees him otherwise. 

“S-sure,” He says instead, finding his heart stutter too. “I’d be grateful.”

“You can take my number. For when there is any emergency.” 

He’s shocked. Jaeyun didn’t expect this but he doesn’t mind it either. He loves it actually. The way in which Heeseung fiddles with his own phone and stretches it towards Jaeyun. 

“Put yours in. I’ll give a call. You can save it later.”

Jaeyun fumbles with the phone, palms sweaty as he pulls it close and starts typing. Their fingers brush just a little when he gives it back and he watches Heeseung take a breath. 

“Jaeyun, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Unit 232.”

“Uh-uh,” He nods and when Heeseung looks up again, the smile he gives Jaeyun is almost blinding. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Jaeyun.” He says, showing his phone screen where he’s calling Jaeyun’s number. 

His phone buzzes inside his pocket and Jaeyun pulls it out immediately, saving the number in no time. He smiles, showing his own screen with Heeseung’s contact. 

“Nice to meet you too, Heeseung.”

 

🎀

 

Jaeyun doesn’t stop putting his clothes outside to dry. He also makes sure to keep one panty at least between them. 

Not every one gets stolen. 

The next two nights after the first theft, nothing is out of ordinary. The panties stay where they are in the morning and Jaeyun has to bring them in with a heavy heart and a frown. Maybe the pervert has different tastes according to his mood. 

There is no news of other theft except one on the second night and Jaeyun feels bummed out that it isn’t him when he hears about it the next day from Hyunsuk. 

But he doesn’t show it. He just nods and carries on, exchanging glances with Heeseung who greets him with a smile and a tip of his head. 

So handsome. All Jaeyun thinks about is Heeseung. All the time. Even when he’s working and his mother is screaming off his ears for the new designs. 

“We need to make a flyer for the new season.”

“I’m on it, Mom.” Jaeyun sighs, clicking away on his computer. His mother’s flower business went off in the market a few months back and since then, Jaeyun has been slaving away in his computer helping her with stuff she can't do by herself. Mostly marketing and delivery overviews. Nothing much. But he likes using his skills somewhere at least. 

Besides, this is the only stable job he has right now. Apart from the few freelances he has picked up over time. 

“Shouldn’t be later than this weekend.” She reminds him and Jaeyun rolls his eyes, thankful that she can’t see him.

When Jaeyun used to live with her in Seoul, he used to help in the shop as well. Assorting new bouquets and watering the plants. He doesn’t know if he really likes doing it. It’s just something he has done since he was a child. 

“And how are you coping over there?”

He pauses, looking around his apartment. Most of his things are unpacked and placed around the house. Some furniture and some utensils, some decorations and knick knacks he picked up over years. 

His violin case is dusty over the corner and Jaeyun has half a mind to clean that area today. But the heat is unbearable, as usual. 

“The air con is still not fixed. I’m dying in the heat.” He moans, leaning back on his chair. The fan does nothing to help with the heat, as usual and his shirt is sticky on his skin. 

“Then why don’t you call someone to fix it? You can’t be lazy about that.”

Because I have been busy doing something else. He wants to say but stops himself, pouting instead. Jaeyun does have all the time to call for repair but he’s just never gotten around to it. Besides, the one time he did call for help—the guy sounded like a creep, asking him if he’s an omega and lives alone. 

Jaeyun shudders at the memory. “I’m not being lazy.” He retorts, lazily. He does need to fix the air conditioner though. It’s too hot. Summer in Namgyanju has him sweating buckets every minute. 

“You better.” She says and after a few more details, she’s hanging up already. 

Jaeyun scrolls through his phone for a while, just looking through the apps. Instagram. Twitter. Youtube. It’s all boring. Work is boring too. 

Living here has been nothing but boring. 

And the only time Jaeyun feels any rush of excitement is when he’s thinking about Heeseung. 

Heeseung.

He sits up straight, swiping through his phone to open the contacts app. Heeseung. Why didn’t he think of that?

The giddiness which comes with just the thought of the alpha comes back as he hits the call and waits. Maybe Jaeyun should be a little concerned with how much his day depends on the alpha and his attention on him. 

“Hello?” Heeseung answers in the second ring itself and Jaeyun has to bite back a smile. 

“Hi. Heeseung?”

There’s some rustling and some noise before it clears up altogether. “Hi, Jaeyun. Is everything alright?”

Jaeyun sighs, leaning back against his chair again. “No, actually. Everything is not fine.”

“Are you alright? What happened?” The urgency in Heeseung’s voice makes him smile. Jaeyun bites his lip, humming softly. 

“I can’t live like this anymore,” He stresses, a little dramatic. “It’s too hot in here.” 

The alpha chuckles over the speaker and Jaeyun swoons, just a little. 

“And what can I help with in that case?”

Jaeyun smiles to himself, fiddling with the wire of his mouse. “I need to get the air con fixed as soon as possible. I wanted to know if you know someone who can.”

“Why ask anyone else when I can do it too?”

It lands right where Jaeyun wanted. He smiles wider, unable to contain it. Biting his lips, Jaeyun takes a breath before answering. “So you work as a repairman as well?”

“I do multi-task quite fine.”

Jaeyun giggles, letting his voice turn just a bit lower. “Then when can you help poor me?”

He hears Heeseung hum, some more shuffling on the other end and then, “I can just come over right now. I’m not on duty right now.”

“Oh,” Jaeyun says, smiling wide now, “I’m unit 232 if you remember.”

“I do.” Heeseung answers easily. “I’ll be there in ten?”

Jaeyun hums, “Sure.”

As soon as he cuts the call, Jaeyun gets up and starts cleaning. Not much though. He keeps his space clean already but he definitely needs to put some things aside. 

Like his open suitcase and a few boxes that might hinder work. 

He pushes them aside and closes the suitcase, putting them under his bed. His laundry basket is on the floor of his bedroom and just when Jaeyun thinks he should get rid of it too—he gets an idea. 

Scuffing through the pile of clothes, Jaeyun digs for something he knows will get a reaction out of the alpha. 

So what if there’s no theft in the neighbourhood anymore? Jaeyun can make other problems. Other solutions. 

He digs out his used panties from the pile and smiles, bunching them a little and keeping them on top of the pile. He takes one with him to the bed and stuffs it under the pillow, letting a sliver of the lace peak through. 

The air conditioner is installed right above his bed anyway. There’s no way Heeseung won’t notice, right?

By the time the bell rings, Jaeyun has fixed his bed twice and changed into shorter shorts. He never knew ten minutes can be this long. He’s so giddy with excitement, Jaeyun hopes he hasn’t stenched his apartment too much. 

But maybe it will help. Who knows?

Which alpha will hate to be gobsmacked with sweet, omega scent?

“Hi.” He says, almost breathless when he opens the door. 

Heeseung stands on the other side—but he doesn’t step in immediately. There’s a pause. His hand stays on the doorframe, fingers flexing once, twice—before his gaze flickers up to Jaeyun.

Something in his expression tightens. Just for a second, before it melts away into a smile.

There’s no blue uniform this time, unfortunately for Jaeyun but Heeseung looks just as good in normal, home clothes too. Especially so in his white t-shirt and sweats combination. 

“Hey,” The alpha greets and Jaeyun feels shy under his gaze now. He smiles, stepping aside to let him in. 

As soon as Heeseung walks in, Jaeyun can already tell it's affecting the alpha. How can it not when the whole apartment smells like Jaeyun? More potent now as he forgoes his patches inside. 

He touches the flimsy patch on his nape, feeling the rough bandaid as he watches Heeseung walk. The effects are immediate, the way in which the alpha’s hand grips the handle of the toolbox he brought with himself, tightly—knuckles almost turning white. Jaeyun can’t see his face yet but he can already imagine what type of face Heeseung must be making. 

Jaeyun wishes he can release more of his pheromones, drown Heeseung in the depths of them and never let him leave. 

It lasts for just a minute before the alpha is turning around, all smiles and bright. Jaeyun finds the tightness on his jaw so hot, the forced smile so raw—it’s sickening. 

“So…” Heeseung takes a look around, boxes still stacked—furniture not fully set up. He turns to Jaeyun with a raised brow, “You sure you just need help with the air con?”

Jaeyun laughs, closing the door behind him. “I'll get to these later.” 

The alpha hums, His eyes flick once more—brief, calculating—before he shakes his toolbox. “Where to start?”

Jaeyun shows him the way inside, feeling eyes on his back. He hopes Heeseung notices everything that he has spent time on, preparing just for him. 

“Over there,” He points to the air conditioner, leaning his weight on his left leg. “Think you can help?”

Heeseung looks, ‘really?’ written all over his face and gosh, he’s beautiful even when he’s condescending. “Let me see,” He says before grabbing a small table and stepping on it. If Jake had stepped on the same table, he’d still barely reach the air conditioner. 

Watching the alpha from below is thrilling, his arms flex as he reaches up, t-shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. A sheen of sweat already gathering at his neck. Jaeyun barely has any idea what could be wrong with it but as long as Heeseung continues to be in his home, spreading his spiciness—Jaeyun doesn’t mind. 

“I guess we’ll need to clean this one a bit and it’ll be fine.” 

Jaeyun makes a soft noise in his throat, nodding. When Heeseung gets down, he watches the way the alpha rolls his shoulders once, like shaking something off. 

“Where’s the washroom? Get me a bucket. I’ll clean it up.”

He can barely hold his smile, pointing towards the bathroom door where the laundry basket lies. He lets him walk ahead this time, watching carefully. And there it is.

Heeseung slows down just a fraction as he reaches the doorway, not enough for anyone else to notice, but Jaeyun does—because he’s watching, because he’s been waiting for this exact moment since he set everything up.

His gaze drifts, almost absentmindedly at first, scanning the room like he’s only taking in what needs to be done, until it lands on the laundry basket.

It lingers.

Just for a second too long.

Then he looks away.

Heeseung’s fingers curl slightly at his side.

And suddenly, his head turns again, his gaze returning to the basket, slower this time, more deliberate, like he hadn’t meant to look again but couldn’t quite stop himself.

Jaeyun’s heart starts pounding, loud enough that he’s almost sure it can be heard in the quiet stretch between them.

Heeseung doesn’t step closer, doesn’t reach out, doesn’t do anything that could be called inappropriate—but the shift is there, clear as day in the way his shoulders draw tighter, in the way his jaw sets just a little harder than before, in the way his breath seems to stall before evening out again.

His eyes trace over the pile, not touching, not moving but just taking it in.

Jaeyun bites his lip, hard enough to ground himself, to keep the smile from breaking through too obviously.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward with the bucket, his voice just a little too casual for how charged the air suddenly feels.

Heeseung startles—barely—but it’s there, a small, sharp reaction that gives him away for just a second before he smooths it over, turning to take the bucket from him.

There’s a faint flush rising along his cheeks now, creeping up to the tips of his ears, and he clears his throat as he turns away, focusing a little too intently on the sound of the water running.

Jaeyun watches him go, eyes bright, pulse still racing. 

Heeseung doesn’t come back immediately.

Jaeyun can hear the water running for a few seconds longer than necessary, like the alpha needs the noise, the distance, something to steady himself before returning. When he finally steps out, sleeves pushed up just a little higher and damp at the edges, his expression is back to neutral—but not quite as composed as before.

“Move,” he says, nodding towards the bed.

Jaeyun blinks up at him, slow on purpose, before shifting just enough to give him space without actually moving too far away. “Bossy,” he mutters under his breath, but he slides to the side anyway, watching.

Heeseung ignores that, or pretends to, dragging the small table back into place and stepping up again, the bucket set down nearby. The room feels even hotter now, the air thick and unmoving, like everything has settled into something heavier than before.

The fan spins uselessly in the corner. The air conditioner hangs open.

And Heeseung—Jaeyun swallows. He’s right there again, arms lifted, t-shirt stretching across his back and shoulders as he reaches in to pull the filter out. The movement is slow, controlled, but there’s tension in it now, a tightness that wasn’t there before.

“Hold this,” Heeseung says, not looking down as he passes the filter behind him.

Jaeyun takes it, fingers brushing against his for the briefest second.

The contact is light, accidental, but it sends something sharp down Jaeyun’s spine anyway, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from reacting too obviously.

Above him, Heeseung exhales through his nose. Just once. Then he keeps working.

Jaeyun watches the sweat gather slowly—first at the back of his neck, then along his temples, a thin line slipping down past his jaw before disappearing under the collar of his shirt. The fabric sticks more with every passing minute, clinging to his skin in a way that makes it impossible not to look.

The room is too hot. Too small. Too full.

“Is it that bad?” Jaeyun asks, voice softer now, tilting his head as if he’s actually concerned.

Heeseung huffs a quiet breath, reaching up again. “It’s just dirty,” he says, but his voice comes out a little rougher than before. “Hasn’t been cleaned in a while.”

Jaeyun hums, shifting slightly on the bed, letting his knee press just a little closer to the table leg. Not touching—but close enough.

“Must be hard working in this heat,” he adds, watching carefully. 

Heeseung stills for half a second before continuing again, like he’s forcing himself to stay on task. “I’ve worked in worse.” But his hand slips once, just slightly.

And when he adjusts his grip, his fingers flex harder than necessary around the edge of the unit, knuckles tightening before relaxing again.

Jaeyun smiles faintly. “Do you want water?” he offers, not moving to get it.

Heeseung shakes his head immediately. “I’m fine.” You’re not.

It’s obvious in the way his breathing has changed, slower but deeper now, like he’s trying to control something that keeps threatening to rise. His scent is stronger too, no longer as carefully contained, the spice in it cutting through the sweetness in the room and mixing into something heavier, something that makes Jaeyun’s stomach twist.

Above him, Heeseung wipes his wrist against his forehead, pushing damp hair back. The stretch of his arm, the way his muscles shift under his skin, the sheen of sweat catching the light—it’s distracting in a way that makes it hard to think about anything else.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Jaeyun asks, voice dipping just slightly, teasing.

Heeseung lets out a quiet, humorless breath. “You want it fixed or not?”

“I do,” Jaeyun says easily, leaning back on his hands, gaze still fixed on him. “I just didn’t know it came with a show.”

That earns him a look. Sharp, quick and gone just as fast.

But Jaeyun sees it—the flash of something darker, something that lingers just beneath the surface before Heeseung turns back to the air conditioner, jaw tightening again.

The rest of the cleaning goes quicker after that.

Or maybe it just feels that way because Jaeyun has stopped trying to keep track of time entirely, too focused on the way the air feels, the way Heeseung moves, the way every small shift seems loaded with something unspoken.

When Heeseung finally steps down, his shirt is damp, sticking to his back and chest, his hair slightly mussed, his scent fully settled into the room like it belongs there now.

“It should work now,” he says, wiping his hands on a rag, not quite meeting Jaeyun’s eyes.

Jaeyun tilts his head, watching him. “Good,” he murmurs, smiling as he watches the alpha in front of him in all his sweaty glory. 

For a moment, neither of them moves. The air feels heavier now, warmer in a way that has nothing to do with the broken air conditioner anymore, and Jaeyun lets the silence stretch just to see how long Heeseung can stand there without saying anything.

Heeseung is the first to break. “I should get going,” he says, shifting his weight slightly, like he’s already halfway out the door in his head.

Jaeyun straightens. “Wait.”

The alpha pauses, watching him.

Jaeyun swings his legs off the bed, standing up a little too quickly for someone who’s supposed to be casual. “You just fixed it in this heat,” he says, brushing his hands against his shorts. “At least let me get you something.”

“I’m fine,” Heeseung replies almost immediately. “Water’s okay.”

Jaeyun hums, already turning away. “I don’t have water.”

“That’s—” Heeseung stops himself, a quiet breath leaving him instead.

Jaeyun disappears into the kitchen anyway, a small smile playing on his lips as he grabs the jug from the fridge. The glass is cool in his hands, condensation already forming as he pours.

When he walks back in, Heeseung hasn’t left. He’s standing near the middle of the room, like he doesn’t trust himself to get any closer to the bed again.

Jaeyun holds the glass out. “Here.”

Heeseung takes it, fingers brushing briefly against his, and glances down at the drink. “…You don’t have water,” he says slowly, with a raised brow, “but you have lemonade?”

Jaeyun shrugs, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Yeah.” He watches the alpha take a sip, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows before he drops it, “Because it tastes like me.”

Heeseung chokes. Not fully—but the way his throat works around the first sip, the way he pulls the glass away just slightly, it’s enough.

Jaeyun watches, amused, pretending not to notice. “Too sweet?” he asks, tilting his head.

Heeseung clears his throat, eyes flicking anywhere but him for a second before settling somewhere over Jaeyun’s shoulder. “It’s fine.” But he drinks it anyway. Slowly this time.

Jaeyun doesn’t look away. He can’t. 

Even after he’s done drinking, Heeseung keeps the glass in his hand, rolling it around his palms as if testing something. 

Jaeyun watches him carefully.

“Before I go,” Heeseung says after a moment, finally setting the glass down, his fingers lingering against the rim just briefly before he pulls back, “have you…noticed anything else? About the thefts.”

Jaeyun looks up at him, expression shifting just slightly, like he’s remembering something unpleasant. “Not really,” he says, quieter now, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’ve been a little…careful.”

Heeseung watches him closely. “Careful how?”

Jaeyun hesitates, then gestures vaguely towards the balcony. “I don’t really leave my clothes out anymore,” he admits, a small frown pulling at his lips. “I mean—I still do sometimes, but…” He trails off, shoulders lifting in a half-shrug. “It’s kind of scary now, isn’t it?”

There’s a beat. Heeseung’s gaze follows the direction of his hand.

“The balcony?” he asks.

Jaeyun nods, turning slightly so he’s facing that way too. “Yeah. That’s where everyone hangs their laundry, right? If someone’s getting in…” He lets the sentence hang, like he doesn’t want to finish it.

Heeseung doesn’t say anything immediately. He just walks over, slow and measured.

Jaeyun watches him go, something quiet and curious settling in his chest as the alpha steps out onto the balcony, his frame outlined against the dimming light outside.

Heeseung leans forward slightly, looking over the railing, scanning the surroundings like he’s mapping it out in his head. His hand rests against the frame of the door, fingers tapping once against the metal before going still.

Jaeyun shifts his weight, watching. There’s something about the way he does it—not rushed, not casual either. Intentional. Like he’s checking more than just the obvious.

After a moment, Heeseung turns back, stepping inside again and that’s when he notices it. His hand presses against the sliding door as he pulls it shut. It doesn’t catch. There’s a small, almost inaudible click—and then it slips back just slightly.

Heeseung frowns. “Your lock—” he starts, testing it again, pushing it in with a bit more pressure this time. It holds. Then loosens again the second he lets go.

Jaeyun tilts his head, “Yeah, it does that sometimes.” He’s noticed it ever since he moved in actually. 

Heeseung presses it again, slower now, like he’s trying to understand it rather than just fix it. “It’s not catching properly,” he mutters.

Jaeyun leans lightly against the wall, arms folding. “I told you. It’s kind of old.” He did need to get it fixed too but Jaeyun barely uses that balcony apart from drying his clothes out. 

“You leave it like this?” Heeseung asks, glancing back at him, something sharper in his gaze now.

Jaeyun shrugs, “Sometimes. When it gets too hot.”

He watches Heeseung looking at the lock again, fingers lingering on it, just for a second too long. Then he exhales, straightening up slightly. “I’ll fix it.”

Jaeyun is surprised, actually. He pushes himself off the wall. “You don’t have to.” Because he really doesn’t but Heeseung doesn’t listen to him, already reaching for his tools.

There’s something about it, the way in which Heeseung ignores his words and starts working already—slightly uptight and authoritative. It’s hot. Really hot.

And Jaeyun watches him—the way he tests it once more before starting, like he’s memorizing how it works, the way his expression settles into something focused, something unreadable again.

 

🎀

 

By the time Heeseung is leaving, it’s already late. The sun is setting outside and the air has gotten cooler. 

“If you need help with anything, let me know.” The alpha reminds him on the doorway, hands tight on his toolbox. 

Jaeyun leans on the doorframe, smiling. “I definitely will.” He says, cheeky. He watches the way Heeseung’s eyes linger on his legs before snapping up to his face. 

“I’ll be leaving.” He says and Jaeyun nods, raising his hand to wave.

Heeseung smiles, and then he turns—leaving behind an apartment full of his spiciness and warmth. 

Jaeyun clicks the door shut and the sound echoes a little too loudly in the quiet that follows, like something has been taken with it and left something else behind in its place. He just stands there for a long moment, hand still resting against the door even after Heeseung is gone, like he hasn’t quite caught up yet.

Like his body is still waiting for something. Then slowly, he lets his hand fall, and turns to walk back inside.

The apartment looks the same—nothing out of place, nothing obviously changed—but it doesn’t feel like it belongs to him in the same way anymore.

It smells different. Not just him. Not just sweet.

There’s something deeper threaded into it now, something warmer, heavier, clinging to the air like it refuses to leave.

Jaeyun steps further in, slower this time, like he’s moving through something he doesn’t want to disturb. He stops near the table. The same table Heeseung stood next to. His fingers reach out without thinking, brushing along the edge where the alpha’s hand had rested earlier, tracing it lightly like it might still be warm.

It isn’t. But it feels like it should be. 

Jaeyun exhales, softer this time, and sinks down onto the bed, right where Heeseung had been standing over him not too long ago. The mattress dips and the sheets shift.

And the scent—it’s stronger here. It wraps around him the moment he settles, sinking into his skin, his clothes, the back of his throat when he breathes in a little too deeply.

Jaeyun closes his eyes. Just for a second. His fingers curl into the sheets, gripping them loosely as he inhales again, slower this time, like he’s trying to hold onto it, like if he breathes wrong it might disappear. 

His throat. His skin. His sheets. Everywhere.

Jaeyun exhales shakily. “Nothing,” he mutters under his breath, a quiet, almost disbelieving huff following it. “You did nothing.”

And yet—his body feels like it’s been wound too tight anyway.

Like every moment from earlier is still sitting just beneath his skin, replaying in fragments—the way Heeseung paused at the door, the way his voice dropped just slightly, the way his hands tightened, the way he looked and then didn’t.

Jaeyun opens his eyes again, staring up at the ceiling. It’s frustrating. Annoying. The way nothing happened. The way everything almost did.

He shifts, turning onto his side, pressing his face briefly into the pillow before pulling back again, restless, unable to settle. The air conditioner hums faintly above him now—working, finally—but it does nothing to cool the heat sitting low in his chest.

Jaeyun lets out a quiet breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable,” he murmurs.

But he isn’t upset. Not really. Because underneath the frustration, there’s something else curling there too—something quieter, heavier. 

Something that lingers. Just like the scent.

That night when Jaeyun lays down in his bed again, it’s easier to imagine how things can turn out for him.

How Heeseung will be. 

It’s easier to imagine the way in which possession can take over Heeseung, affection dripping off to show his desire for Jaeyun when he wants it the most. 

Jaeyun moans softly, fingers knuckle deep inside his cunt. He’s already so wet, so slick and open. All he needs an alpha to push his cock in—for Heeseung to hold him down hard against the mattress and push inside without any restraint. 

He can imagine it, so vividly. 

The way in which Heeseung will hold him close, push him around and fuck him in all the places. 

With the cinnamon in the air it’s easier to imagine Heeseung close to him—with him, right now. It almost feels like Heeseung is right there, watching him, waiting for him. 

“Ah…” He moans louder, fingers moving faster and palm pressing hard against his engorged clit.

The visual of Heeseung, working hard even in this heat—helping Jaeyun, that’s all he can think of. Heeseung in his white shirt, the fabric sticking to him as sweat clings to his skin and drips down each curve of his body, from the line of his forehead to the muscles in his arms. Jaeyun wants to touch Heeseung, lick the sweat off him—put him in his mouth. 

He wants Heeseung so much, it’s gut wrenchingly insane. 

He wants he wants he wants. 

“Ah–ah! Heeseung,” He can’t help it when the name rolls off his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine as he imagines the alpha on top of him, milking his name out of his mouth. 

Jaeyun will gladly do so. He’ll call Heeseung’s name with each peak and crest, every time he wants. 

“Fuck…ah,” His orgasm comes faster tonight, the scent of musky spice in the air making it easier to reach his peak and making him come undone. 

It would’ve been so much better if the alpha was with him.

Doing it for him. 

Jaeyun sighs as he pulls his fingers out, shivering in the cold wind. The windows are closed tonight and the air conditioner makes a whirring sound because of how old it is. 

He pulls his clothes back on sluggishly, Jaeyun reaches for the comforter for the first time since he moved into the flat. All thanks to Heeseung, the strong, reliable alpha who helped him fix his home. 

Jaeyun can’t help the giddy smile which creeps up his lips. Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung. 

One day, you will be mine. 

He closes his eyes and sighs again, turning in the sheets to get comfortable. His mind filled with Heeseung. All Heeseung. 

That night, as he sleeps—all Jaeyun dreams of is the darkness and a familiar shadow in his room, watching him—waiting for him. 

 

🎀

 

The panties disappear again the next morning. Something that Jaeyun didn’t expect to happen after radio silence from the thief for so long. 

He wakes up groggy and sluggish, crawling out of his bed in search of water. Jaeyun chugs down a whole bottle before he’s stepping out and opening the windows. 

The air outside is balmy and he smiles slightly to himself before going over to check on the balcony. It’s become a habit. To check if the thief made an appearance again. 

He stops short however when the lock is already open when he twists it. Jaeyun definitely remembers turning the lock at night. Heeseung helped him fix it. 

Shrugging, he throws the odd feeling away and checks outside—and just his luck, his panties are nowhere to be found. 

Jaeyun can’t help the grin on his face.

“Seriously?” he murmurs under his breath, almost amused now, fingers curling against the railing as he looks down like he might somehow catch the thief in the act.

But there’s nothing.

Just the quiet morning.

Jaeyun lets out a soft breath, something warm and excited blooming low in his chest.

It’s going to be fun.

 

🎀

 

He doesn’t wait this time.

By the afternoon, he’s already calling, pacing slowly across his living room with restless energy, one hand dragging through his hair again and again as if that might settle the strange mix of excitement and something sharper curling in his chest, something he doesn’t quite want to name yet.

“Heeseung,” Jaeyun says when the call connects, trying—and failing—to keep his voice even, because there’s a faint edge to it now, something that wasn’t there before, “it happened again.”

There’s a rustle on the other end, like Heeseung is moving abruptly, whatever he had been doing dropped without a second thought, and when he speaks, his tone is already different—sharper, more alert.

“What happened?”

Jaeyun stops pacing, his gaze drifting instinctively toward the balcony door, toward the place where the morning had already started to feel off.

“The theft,” he says, slower now, more deliberate, like he’s replaying it in his head as he speaks. “I left my clothes out last night and they’re gone again.”

There’s a pause in the line, it stretches just a second too long, just enough for Jaeyun to notice, his brows pulling together faintly as he listens to the silence on the other end.

“Your balcony?” Heeseung asks finally, and there’s something careful in the way he says it, like he’s choosing his words instead of just asking.

Jaeyun hums quietly. “Yeah.”

Another pause follows, heavier this time, and Jaeyun shifts his weight, leaning his shoulder against the wall as his fingers tap absently against his arm.

“Did you lock it?” Heeseung asks.

The question comes quickly—but not casually.

Jaeyun exhales through his nose, tilting his head slightly as he stares at the door. “I did,” he says, slower now, more certain, because he remembers it clearly. “You fixed it, remember? I even checked before I went to sleep.”

Silence answers him again. 

Jaeyun’s grip tightens slightly around his phone, his thumb brushing over the edge as his gaze lingers on the latch like it might explain something if he stares long enough.

“I’ll come over,” Heeseung says, cutting his thoughts off. 

Surprised, Jaeyun straightens his back. “Now?”

“I’ll check it again.”

The words overlap slightly, like they’ve been decided before Jaeyun even finished speaking, like the answer had already been there, waiting. 

Jaeyun blinks, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little at the familiarity of it, at the predictability of Heeseung showing up, fixing things, taking control of situations that don’t make sense.

Still—he smiles faintly, pushing himself off the wall, though there’s something quieter settling underneath it now.

“Okay,” he says softly. And this time, he doesn’t hang up immediately.

He lingers for a second longer, listening to the faint sound of Heeseung still on the other end—breathing, moving, already on his way—before the call finally ends.

Heeseung arrives faster than he should. Jaeyun notices that before anything else.

He barely has enough time to straighten up the living room, to push aside the glass from earlier, to run his fingers through his hair one more time before the knock comes—sharp, firm, and immediate. Like he was already on his way.

Jaeyun opens the door, and for a second, neither of them says anything.

Heeseung stands there, shoulders slightly tense, chest rising and falling a little heavier than usual like he came up the stairs quicker than necessary, his gaze already searching, already moving past Jaeyun and into the apartment before he even steps inside.

“You got here fast,” Jaeyun says lightly, leaning against the doorframe, but his eyes stay on him, watching.

Heeseung shrugs, “You needed help.” Before he steps in.

And it happens again—that shift in the air, that subtle, almost immediate change the moment he crosses the threshold, like the space bends around him, like his presence settles into the room too easily, too naturally.

Jaeyun feels it. Watches it. Files it away.

“Show me,” Heeseung says, already moving forward, his tone clipped in a way that feels more focused than usual.

It sends a thrill down Jaeyun’s spine, watching Heeseung in action. He closes the door behind him, slower this time, and follows.

The balcony door is exactly where he left it. Exactly how he remembers it.

Heeseung reaches it in a few strides, crouching slightly as his hand goes straight to the lock, testing it without hesitation, like he doesn’t need to think about where it is or how it works.

He presses it in then lets it go. Presses it again, firmer this time. The latch clicks into place cleanly. No slip. No give.

“It’s working,” Heeseung mutters, almost under his breath, his brows drawing together slightly as he tests it again, like he doesn’t quite trust it.

Jaeyun leans against the wall nearby, arms folding loosely, watching him instead of the door. “Do you think someone broke in through that?” he asks, quieter now. A chill runs down his spine at the thought, fear settling into his scent, making it sour.

Heeseung reacts to his scent immediately, too easily—letting out calming pheromones through his patches that reaches Jaeyun in gentle waves. 

“It’s just a bad lock,” Heeseung assures, steeping just a bit closer, “Nobody can break in that easily.” 

But there’s still a frown on the alpha’s face and a tick to his jaw that Jaeyun notices, latches onto. 

He nods, rubbing his arms up and down. “Hopefully.” He tries and Heeseung notices, catching his eyes. 

Heeseung smiles at him, turning around to inspect the place again. Getting back into work. He slides the door open and steps out onto the balcony, his movements slower now, more deliberate, his gaze sweeping across the railing, the neighboring buildings, the distance between them like he’s measuring something invisible.

Jaeyun follows halfway, stopping at the doorway, watching the way Heeseung’s shoulders square, the way his posture shifts into something more guarded, more aware.

“Anyone could climb this?” Jaeyun asks, though it sounds more like he’s thinking out loud.

Heeseung doesn’t answer that. He leans slightly over the railing, looking down, then across, mapping something out in his head that Jaeyun can’t quite see.

Then, after a moment, he steps back inside. “I’ll look into it,” he says.

Jaeyun lets out a quiet breath, something between a scoff and a sigh. “You always say that.”

Heeseung looks back at him, tilting his head. “And I mean it every time,” he replies, his voice lower now, steadier, like he’s not just talking about the case anymore.

Jaeyun holds his gaze for a second longer than necessary. Then looks away first.

“You’ve been leaving things out?” Heeseung asks after a moment, his tone more controlled now.

Jaeyun shrugs. “Not always. Just sometimes.”

Heeseung’s jaw tightens slightly at that, his gaze flicking briefly toward the empty railing outside before returning to Jaeyun. “You shouldn’t.”

Jaeyun tilts his head. “Why? Because of the thief?”

“Yes,” Heeseung says immediately. Too immediately.

Jaeyun’s lips curve faintly, though there’s something more thoughtful behind it now. “You sound like I’m the only one you’re worried about.”

Heeseung doesn’t answer right away, and for a second, the silence stretches between them in a way that feels almost intentional, like something is sitting there, just beneath the surface, waiting.

Then—“I’m handling the case,” he says.

It’s not really an answer. Jaeyun knows that. But he lets it go.

 

🎀

 

The theft continues. It's not as often or regular, but it still happens. Twice a week, maybe thrice. 

Jaeyun finds it odd. He stops drying his panties outside at one point and then the thief goes for his normal clothes. It sets him off. Makes him paranoid. 

The balcony lock is still faulty but there are no signs of anyone breaking in. 

He isn't scared though. At least that's what he tells himself. 

Because the theft might not be as often, but what does happen often is Heeseung coming over. 

Sometimes for inspection because Jaeyun called him over, sometimes to check in and sometimes to fix things around the house. 

Small things. Things Jaeyun can maybe do himself.

But he lets the alpha handle it. Boost his ego. Thank him with pretty smiles and batting eyelashes because this is what Jaeyun wanted anyways. To have the alpha's attention on him, following him around. 

“How did you decide you wanted to be a cop?” Jaeyun leans against the kitchen counter, feet crossed and arms squished against the cool marble as he watches the alpha disappear under the kitchen sink. 

Today, Heeseung came over to fix the pipes. Something that Jaeyun can do himself. Has done it multiple times while he lived with his mom. 

But the first thing he did when he noticed a leak, he called Heeseung over. Because why would he not?

Heeseung is always ready to help. Always on time.

Besides, watching the alpha sweat away as he grunts softly, tightening the pipes is a treat as well. A treat that Jaeyun will never miss. 

“Huh?” Heeseung answers, too busy, before he finally speaks again, “My mom was a cop.”

“Oh.” This is the first time Heeseung has opened up about his family. 

Until now, it's just been Jaeyun speaking about his mother and her flower shop, his dad who lives abroad and everything that he has done until now. 

Heeseung barely talked about his life. Apart from work. And this and that. 

Never about him. 

Jaeyun straightens just a little, interest sharpening in his gaze as he watches the alpha from above, the way his shoulders shift under the sink, the faint clink of metal against metal filling the small silence that follows.

“Was she a big shot?” he asks after a moment, keeping it playful.

Heeseung doesn’t answer immediately, and for a second, Jaeyun thinks he might have pushed too far—but then the alpha exhales softly, like he’s deciding whether or not to continue.

“She worked long hours,” Heeseung says finally, voice slightly muffled from where he is. “Didn’t see her much growing up.”

Jaeyun hums, shifting his weight, leaning his hip more firmly against the counter as he tilts his head.

“Still followed in her footsteps though,” he says, softer now. A faint scoff comes from under the sink.

“Didn’t plan to.”

That makes Jaeyun smile.

“Then what did you plan to do?” he asks, curiosity slipping through more openly now.

There’s a small pause, followed by the sound of something tightening, a short grunt as Heeseung adjusts his grip.

“Nothing specific,” he says. “Just needed a job.”

Jaeyun raises a brow at that, unconvinced. “Liar.”

Heeseung huffs quietly, but doesn’t argue.

Jaeyun lets the silence stretch just a little before speaking again, his voice dropping a fraction.

“You don’t seem like someone who just does things for the sake of it.”

This time, Heeseung goes quiet. Completely. The kind of quiet that feels heavier than before. Jaeyun watches him carefully, the way his movements slow just slightly, like the question settled somewhere deeper than expected.

After a moment, Heeseung pulls back from under the sink, sitting back on his heels as he wipes his hands on a cloth, avoiding Jaeyun’s gaze at first.

“It was stable,” he says finally. “And… someone had to do it.”

Jaeyun studies him, tilting his head. Heeseung avoids his gaze, pointing to the sink.

“Pipe’s fixed,” Heeseung says, standing up and turning away slightly, like that closes the conversation.

Jaeyun watches him, lips pressing together briefly. He huffs softly, leaning against the counter again and resting his chin on the heel of his palm. 

“You’re good with your hands,” he says, eyes up as he stares at the alpha with fluttering lashes. Is he so down bad for him? Maybe. 

Heeseung pauses mid-motion, studying him. Jaeyun feels his skin prickle with the attention. 

“Yeah?”

Jaeyun smiles, slow, teasing, leaning forward just slightly. “Fixing things. Lifting stuff. Showing up whenever I call.” He pauses, watching the way in which Heeseung's chest rises and falls. He wants to drag his nail against there, let it spear through the uniform shirt and under.  He looks up, “I could get used to that.”

Heeseung exhales quietly, shaking his head like he’s trying not to react, but the slight quiver of his jaw gives him away.

“You should learn to fix things yourself,” he says, though his voice lacks any real bite.

Jaeyun hums, stretching away from the counter. I know how to, it's on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't say. 

“I'll think about it.” He says instead, giggling when Heeseung sends him a deadpan.  “You're always there to help, anyway.” He starts again, circling the kitchen to stand in front of the alpha now. Jaeyun looks up, smiling, “Aren't you?” 

The way in which Heeseung exhales, jaw squared and shoulders stiff. He's so uptight sometimes it's funny. Everytime Jaeyun crosses the boundaries, even if so little, the alpha is nothing but a stiff rod of puffed chest and broad shoulders. 

“Y-yeah.” The alpha answers, finally, slowly. 

Jaeyun smiles again, stepping back. 

“I know.” 

 

🎀

 

“I don’t understand why they have to do it in such heat.” Hyunsuk is aggressively fanning himself with the little notebook he has, face scrunched up and red dye rolling down his neck, but he still sits besides Jaeyun in this heat—side by side, under a tree that barely shades them. 

They’ve been sitting here since the morning, watching the alphas work a few feet away in the apartment complex’s garden. Some new fountain that the Rep wanted installed and suddenly, all the hot headed alphas were out with their toolboxes and shovels. 

“You don’t need to be here.” Jaeyun tells him, pointedly and Hyunsuk gives him a look. He chuckles, looking ahead again. “Unless, there’s someone you want to cheer for here.”

He says that as he catches the elder waving at one of the alpha—Park Jihoon, was it? The cop from before, Heeseung’s colleague. 

Hyunsuk gives him a death glare, one that makes Jaeyun laugh more. 

“As if you’re any different.” Is what he retorts back and Jaeyun bites his lips to stop his smile from turning wider. 

Of course he is no different. 

Why would he lose a chance to watch Heeseung working in a construction site? Not when he looks that good while pushing a shovel down the ground, arms flexing with each push and body glistening with sweat. His biceps look enormous in the tank he’s wearing and Jaeyun is not better omega than anyone else—he’s salivating just at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to push the dirt clad, hot alpha against the nearest surface and lick him all over. 

“I don’t deny it.” He says in response and Hyunsuk scoffs, muttering under his breath. 

There are other omegas and beta wives of the alphas working on site with them, all of them with baskets full of food and refreshments for their loved ones. 

Jaeyun wasn’t sure what he could bring to this when he first got the news in the morning, but he made do with what he could. And of course it's a big jar of lemonade. And some fruits. The most basic. 

Hyunsuk came with more though. Kimbaps, fried eggs and cutely assorted fruits and veggies. It looked too homely. Not even Jaeyun could resist popping a few in his mouth along with the other omegas. 

One of them, Mrs. Kim, giggles as she chews on the cut apples with a tiny hand on her mouth. “Ah, feels so good to be out and about again like this. The past few months have been so tough with the thefts and all.”

Beside him, Hyunsuk nods. “Terrible.” He says, taking a bite of his food too. “Thankgod it’s over now.”

Jaeyun stops chewing, hand pausing mid air. He turns to Hyunsuk who’s already waving bye to the other lady and leans closer. “Over?”

Hyunsuk smiles, nodding. “They caught the thief, noh. It’s been real comfortable to sleep without having to worry about some pervert stealing my clothes.” 

Putting his food down, Jaeyun turns to the elder and frowns. “Wait—the thief isn’t caught yet.” 

Hyunsuk gives him a look, like ‘what are you talking about?’

And Jaeyun feels like he’s crazy as he tries to explain. “My clothes have been stolen multiple times these past few weeks. I have lost like—four underwears and two shirts.”

“What?” Hyunsuk’s voice is too loud—enough to make people look over at their direction. The both of them bow in apology before turning back to each other—not before Jaeyun sends a glance towards Heeseung who’s still busy working in the distance. 

“What are you saying? How can they be stolen?”

“I don’t know?” Jaeyun whispers, “Every morning I wake up to something or the other missing.”

“But—” Hyunsuk looks towards the alphas and then back at him, eyes wide. “They caught him. The thief. Like three weeks ago.”

It’s impossible. Jaeyun wants to say but his tongue is tied, no words leaving as he stares at the serious expression of the elder omega. There is no way Hyunsuk would lie to him. 

“Who told you?”

“Everyone knows this, Jaeyun.” Hyunsuk tells him, gesturing towards the other omegas. “Jihoon and Heeseung caught him together.”

This makes Jaeyun pause. He whips his to the alphas again—this time, making direct eye contact with the alpha. Heeseung smiles from the distance, waving at him and Jaeyun barely finds it in himself to answer back. 

He looks back at Hyunsuk, frowning. “But Heeseung never told me…”

Hyunsuk stares at him for a long time, and Jaeyun almost feels too seen—until he opens his mouth, “Jaeyun, I think—”

“Hey, what have we got here?”

Jihoon’s voice interrupts the omega as soon as he starts speaking, breaking the two of them away. Jaeyun turns, a little annoyed, only to find Heeseung in front of them as well. 

“Hi,” The alpha greets, giving him a small smile. When Jaeyun doesn’t answer and only gapes at him, he points at the lemonade jar and tilts his head, “Mind sharing a glass?”

“Huh—uh, yes!” Jaeyun answers, too loud. He pours a glass for the alpha, hands shaking as he offers it. Heeseung looks at him funny before accepting the drink with a small smile and an even softer, ‘thankyou’. 

Turning to his side, he finds Hyunsuk leaning his way, voice low. Jaeyun leans closer. 

“I think you should ask him about it later.” The elder omega says, gesturing to Heeseung who sits in front of them with the other alpha. “Ask him what’s happening.”

But that is what Jaeyun has been doing already. Every morning he religiously tells Heeseung if there’s been a theft or not in his apartment. And every morning Heeseung comes over to his unit and checks the place, not leaving a single spot unseen. 

He nods his head, eyebrows drawn together as he looks ahead again.

His mind is too loud right now. How can this be even possible?

If the thief is already caught, then who is stealing from Jaeyun’s balcony?

Heeseung turns around to look back at him, his signature smile still evident on his face. Jaeyun barely has it in him to return it back but he tries, just slightly. 

The smile from the alpha’s face falls fast. He’s leaning back to reach Jaeyun in no time, frowning. 

“Is everything alright?”

Jaeyun doesn’t know what to say. He leans closer, feeling the warm breath of the alpha fan his face. “Can you come over this all is done?”

Heeseung stares at him—eyes fleeting over his features, resting on his mouth for a second too long before nodding. 

“Sure.” He says and then sits straight again, turning back around to face the front. His grip on the lemonade glass tighter than before.

 

🎀

 

The air is thick as soon as they walk into the apartment, Jaeyun entering first with Heeseung on toe—right behind him. His nerves are going crazy as he thinks of ways to bring the question up. The possibilities of whatever may be Heeseung’s answer scaring him more than anything. 

Why would the alpha even lie?

“Hey,” Heeseung calls for him, catching his elbow—stopping him. Jaeyun turns around, startled. The alpha lets go immediately, the part where he touched burning in it’s emptiness. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

There’s concern bleeding into his voice, his face as he asks and Jaeyun feels a bit small. 

He looks around the room and then at the alpha, before blurting it out, “Why did you lie to me about the thief?” 

Heeseung frowns. “What?”

“Hyunsuk told me,” Jaeyun starts, watching the alpha carefully, “That you guys caught the thief three weeks ago. Already.” 

Something in Heeseung’s expression flickers—quick, sharp—before it disappears just as fast, his face smoothing over into something calmer, more controlled. 

“You didn’t tell me,” Jaeyun adds, frowning deeper. “Why?” His breathing starts shallow, Jaeyun feels faint as he stares at the alpha who only exhales in reply, slowly—running a hand over the back of his neck before looking away for  a brief second, like he’s choosing his words carefully.

“It was handled,” he starts, finally. “There was no need to worry you.” 

Jaeyun lets out a small, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “No need to—” He cuts himself off, stepping back slightly, his hands coming up as if he needs space to think. “I’ve been calling you. I’ve been telling you it’s still happening.”

“I know,” Heeseung says immediately and Jaeyun’s stomach drops, horror filling the spaces of his body as he thinks of the worse.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” he presses, voice rising just a little now, the confusion bleeding into something sharper. “If the thief was already caught, then who—” He stops, the rest of the sentence catching in his throat.

Because that’s the question, isn’t it? Who?

Heeseung’s jaw pulled tight like he was holding something back. “I didn’t want to scare you,” he says finally, quieter now, stepping closer without realizing it. “The day after we caught him, you called me again. Said something else was missing.”

Jaeyun blinks.

“That worried me,” Heeseung continues, his voice steady but lower now, like he’s trying to keep Jaeyun grounded. “I didn’t want you thinking there was… something worse.”

Jaeyun lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “But there is,” he says, almost to himself. “There has to be.” His eyes dart toward the balcony. Toward the door.

“It’s still happening,” he says, softer now, like the realization is settling in properly for the first time. “If it’s not him, then—then who is it?” His voice cracks slightly at the end.

And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. His breath catches slightly, sticking to his chest and not letting go. Jaeyun wheezes, crouching down as his body falls forward without any support—until there are arms holding him up—around his body. 

Heeseung catches him before he can fall, pressing them closer–chest to chest. 

“Hey—hey,” He calls, his voice far away to Jaeyun’s ears. “Jaeyun, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

His hand sliding up just slightly, more grounding than restraining. “Breathe.”

Jaeyun inhales, unsteady. His forehead presses lightly against Heeseung’s shoulder at first, tentative, like he’s not sure if this is allowed—but Heeseung’s arm comes around him anyway, firm and steady, pulling him closer, way closer than before. 

The scent hits immediately. Of cinnamon and spices, of something so soft yet spicy—it makes him dizzy. 

Jaeyun breathes in, slow and feels tears gather in the corner of his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” He starts, muffled, “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” Heeseung hushes him, a strong hand on the back of his neck, guiding him as the alpha sways them slightly. Almost like calming down a child. “Don’t say sorry. You are fine.”

Jaeyun exhales softly, turning his head to bury it deeper into the alpha’s shoulder. He clings closer, unable to help himself. 

Heeseung lets him, easily. Willingly. He only pulls him closer and makes soft, quiet noises that sound like humming music to his ears. Jaeyun exhales shakily, his fingers curling lightly into the fabric of Heeseung’s shirt.

“It’s still happening,” he murmurs, voice muffled. “I don’t understand.”

“I know,” Heeseung says quietly, his hand moving up slowly, resting at the back of Jaeyun’s neck, thumb brushing once, twice in a soothing motion. “I’ll figure it out.”

Jaeyun leans into it before he can stop himself, into the warmth and the scent that feels so safe right now. 

“Just—” Jaeyun swallows, his grip tightening slightly. “Stay for a bit.”

Heeseung doesn’t hesitate. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

He moves to the couch, slowly, as if he’s afraid that any big movement may scare Jaeyun. But he doesn’t.

Heeseung sits first, and Jaeyun ends up half in his lap without quite remembering how, his knees brushing against the couch, his weight settling against the alpha’s thighs as his hands instinctively find something to hold onto.

Heeseung’s arm stays around him, firm and grounding. Almost possessive. The other comes up again, resting at the back of Jaeyun’s neck, fingers pressing gently, his scent deepening as it surrounds him completely now.

Jaeyun’s breathing starts to even out. Slowly, piece by piece.

“There you go,” Heeseung murmurs, softer than before, his voice close enough that Jaeyun can feel it more than hear it. Jaeyun nods faintly, his head dipping slightly, his body relaxing in increments he doesn’t consciously allow.

He stares at the scent patch of the alpha, so close yet so far from his reach. Jaeyun wants to rip it off—rip his own off, and drown themselves in their scents. 

He whines softly, unknowingly and then scoots closer, nose touching the patch without warning. 

The alpha stills below him, grip tightening around Jaeyun’s body as if in warning. “Jaeyun?”

Jaeyun finds it hot, so hot. He wants to bite and see what Heeseung will do. How Heeseung will taste on his tongue. 

“Jaeyun.” It’s stilted, rough—the way in which Heeseung calls his name again and Jaeyun can’t help the whine when the alpha pulls him away by his nape–like scuffing a little insolent pup. It’s so hot, Jaeyun can feel the wetness between his thighs. 

And maybe Heeseung does too. How can he not when the air smells so much sweeter now, asking for things that Jaeyun is almost too shy to admit aloud. 

“J-Jaeyun,” The alpha starts and Jaeyun hums, staring through his bleary vision. His face feels so hot and so does his body—faintly, he wonders if it’s the pending heat that he was planning for since the past month. 

“You feel better now?”

No. Jaeyun wants to say but he nods his head instead, still in the grasp of the alpha’s warm hand and smiles just slightly. “Yeah?”

“Good.” Heeseung replies and Jaeyun wants him so much, it’s insane. He wants Heeseung to grab his hair, fingers tangling through the mess of his locks and pulling tight, as he smashes their lips together and takes Jaeyun right then and there. 

He wants Heeseung to throw away all the cautions out of the window and press Jaeyun against every surface available in the house and just take and take from him—anything he wants. 

He wants Heeseung. Badly enough to test the waters by shifting in his lap, hips gyrating slowly and intentionally—and Heeseung, sweet and handsome Heeseung just closes his eyes, as if trying to latch onto the only threads of control left in his system. 

Jaeyun wants him to let go of them all. Let go of all the self control that Heeseung seems to latch onto everytime he’s infront of him.

“Jaeyun—” The alpha says, grabbing his waist and making him stop, and Jaeyun almost mewls at the tightness of the hold—the way in which he knows the alpha is leaving bruises on his skin. “Jaeyun—baby, listen to me.” 

Jaeyun blinks. Baby?

He stares at the alpha who holds him by his nape, caressing his hair as if talking to a petulant child. Heeseung looks like he’s having a hard time—pupils blown wide and jaw set, his teeth are basically grinding as he says, “I don’t think we should do this.” As if it’s so hard to even say these words, like he doesn’t want to. 

“Why?” Jaeyun can’t help but ask, hands pressing against the alpha’s chest, feeling it rise and fall. His eyebrows furrow at the concept of Heeseung refusing to touch him further than this, lips turning down. 

Immediately, the alpha is cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the downturned corners of his mouth. “Because it’s not the right time.” He says it as if he has things planned. As if Heeseung knows the future by heart. Jaeyun blinks stupidly and Heeseung smiles, swiping his thumb on the plump bottom lip, letting it roll around as if testing the limits. “Not yet, okay?”

And Jaeyun is nothing but dumb under the alpha’s ministrations, letting him play with his lips and feelings. 

For a few seconds after that, he doesn’t move at all, still seated half in Heeseung’s lap, his weight settled there like he belongs, like he’s forgotten how to hold himself up without that steady presence beneath him. His gaze lingers on Heeseung’s face, searching, waiting, almost expectant in a way he doesn’t fully register.

He notices everything in that moment—the slight part of the alpha’s lips, the way his breath leaves a little slower than before, the faint tension sitting in his shoulders like something is being held back with effort.

Jaeyun leans forward just slightly, almost without meaning to, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Heeseung’s shirt as if that small movement might pull him closer again, might bring back whatever it was that had almost happened.

But it doesn’t.

Heeseung exhales, long and controlled, and Jaeyun feels it—the shift—subtle, but unmistakable, like something closing off just as he had been reaching for it.

The hand on his face lingers for a moment longer, thumb brushing once more across his lower lip, slower this time, like it’s harder to let go than it should be. Then it’s gone. The absence settles immediately, sharper than expected.

“You should rest,” Heeseung says quietly, his voice roughened slightly at the edges, not quite meeting Jaeyun’s eyes as he speaks.

Jaeyun doesn’t move right away. He stays where he is, his body still angled toward him, still close enough to feel the heat radiating off him, still breathing in that same familiar scent that hasn’t quite faded yet.

“S-stay a bit,” he says after a second, the words softer this time, not demanding, not pushing—just there, like a quiet suggestion he already knows might not be taken.

Heeseung’s hand tightens once at his waist, fingers pressing in just enough for Jaeyun to feel it, to notice the hesitation in it. For a moment, it feels like he might agree. But then the grip loosens.

“I’ll come tomorrow,” Heeseung replies instead, his voice steadier now, like he’s already made the decision.

Jaeyun nods faintly, like that’s fine, like that answer doesn’t sit strangely in his chest. It does. He just doesn’t say anything about it.

Heeseung helps him shift off his lap, one hand lingering at the small of his back as Jaeyun steadies himself, his body feeling oddly heavy now, like something in him had softened too much and hasn’t quite reset yet.

The warmth follows him even after he steps away, clinging to his skin in a way that makes him acutely aware of the absence as soon as Heeseung pulls his hand back.

Jaeyun exhales quietly, watching as Heeseung reaches for his things, the normalcy of the movement almost jarring after everything that had just passed between them. He doesn’t say anything and just watches.

Heeseung moves toward the door, and Jaeyun follows a step behind without really thinking about it, his feet carrying him forward instinctively before he stops himself just short, hovering a little closer than necessary.

There’s a brief pause as Heeseung reaches for the handle, his hand resting there for a second before he turns it.

“I’ll check in tomorrow,” he says again, glancing back briefly.

Jaeyun nods. “Okay.”

The door opens, and then closes, leaving him all alone again—with the spice lingering in the air stronger than before and the heat in his lower belly sizzling more and more. 

Jaeyun stands there for a moment longer than he needs to, staring at the door as if expecting something else to happen, as if the moment hasn’t quite finished yet. He lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand back through his hair as he turns, walking back into the living room with a kind of absent heaviness, like his body is still catching up to itself.

He drops onto the couch again, not quite sitting properly at first, shifting once, then again, trying to settle but not quite finding the right position. The cushion dips under his weight. Still warm.

Or maybe it just feels that way.

Jaeyun leans back, then forward again, elbows resting on his knees as he stares at the floor for a second, his fingers rubbing absently at his lips, tracing where Heeseung’s thumb had been not long ago.

“…not yet,” he murmurs under his breath, the words coming out quieter than intended. He almost laughs. Jaeyun shifts again, one leg pulling in slightly, thighs pressing together without conscious thought as a slow, lingering warmth settles low in his body, unfamiliar in its intensity but not entirely unexpected either.

It had been building. He knows that.

His skin feels warmer than before, more sensitive to the air, to the fabric brushing against him, to every small movement he makes. He exhales slowly, leaning back against the cushions as he lets his body melt and thighs part. Jaeyun lets his hands wander, dipping down his body and on his waist, fingers finding the strings of his sweatpants—breathing in through his nose.

The scent is still there. Stronger now that he’s paying attention.

It clings to everything—the couch, his clothes, the air around him—and it wraps around him in a way that makes his chest tighten, but not from fear this time.

Jaeyun closes his eyes briefly, inhaling again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to hold onto it, like it might disappear if he doesn’t. He swallows, shifting again, restless in a quieter way now but not settling either.

Sliding his pants down, Jaeyun’s fingers find his panties immediately, taking them off as well. The air in the room hitting his wettest spot makes him shiver and Jaeyun wastes no time in touching himself again. 

These days, he does it too much—too often. He can’t help it. With the scent of Heeseung in the air and the lingering presence of the alpha still around, all Jaeyun can do is turn around on the couch and get on all four, imagining the alpha behind him, watching him as he presents and touches himself, again and again. 

When he’s done, there’s nothing left of him except his heavy breathing and sticky, wet fingers, body all sore and mind numb—as Jaeyun finds himself slipping into the darkness of his dreams, where Heeseung steps in and takes over, taking care of him in ways he always wished for. 

 

🎀

 

When he wakes up again the next day, it’s almost 2 in the afternoon and the room still smells of potent spices and there’s an incoming thunderstorm that rages cold, harsh wind against his open window. 

He groans as he gets up from the couch, dragging himself to the window to close it and as he turns to get his clothes from the day before, Jaeyun notices a splitting headache that makes him dizzy on the spot. 

He tenses for two seconds, clutching his shirt close to his chest before he regains his sense again and puts it on. He’s sluggish in his steps, feeling like dead weight as he walks around, looking for his pants. 

But they’re nowhere to be found. Not behind the couch or between the cushions. Not even under the coffee table and Jaeyun’s heart starts beating a little too fast as he realizes the cold monsoon breeze that pushes his bedroom door open—the creaking making the hair on his arm stand. 

He swallows, turning around and walking further inside his apartment. His bedroom is still, bed untouched but there’s something terribly, terribly wrong. 

Another breeze hits him and that’s when he realizes the balcony door wide open, swaying the curtains of his window with each wave. Jaeyun stills, heart in his mouth. 

“No.” He whispers, dread filling him as he runs to the bathroom and realizes his laundry basket is all messed up, clothes that were piling in—some of them missing and some of them on the ground. 

He runs back outside and goes to his closet, noticing the door ajar and when he opens it, some clothes fall on his feet. 

“No, no, no—” Jaeyun falls to his knees, tears clouding his vision as he tries to gather his thoughts, his breathing. He clutches the clothes on his feet and then the closet door, trying to find a way to make sense of everything. 

This is a threat. 

The pervert has finally broken in, taken things which Jaeyun left around the house—probably watched him as he slept naked and heat riddled on the living room couch. 

Thunder roars from outside, shaking him up more. 

It’s everything—everything that Jaeyun never wanted to happen as he gasps for breath and hugs himself, arms trying to cover parts of him he never wanted anyone to see like that. 

 

🎀

 

“Jaeyun—” 

He doesn’t wait for the alpha to finish as Jaeyun barges inside, wanting to be as away from his apartment as possible. 

He didn’t think. Didn’t look. Jaeyun grabbed some clothes to throw on as fast as he could and left the apartment, his feet taking him upstairs to a unit that he never visited but knew by heart. 

Heeseung follows him inside, closing the door shut. His apartment smells just like him, more potent and oh so heavy, Jaeyun stills in the middle of the living room, not knowing what to do. His arms go up and around his body, nails digging into his biceps. 

“Hey, hey—” The alpha grabs his arms, stopping his nails from digging deeper. Faintly, Jaeyun realizes that he’s also emitting too much pheromones, sad and bitter for the alpha to digest. Heeseung brings him closer, eyes searching his face. “What happened?”

And Jaeyun just breaks. The tears start falling too fast and too easily as he closes the distance between them, wanting nothing more than the comfort of the alpha in front of him. 

Heeseung hugs him immediately, easily. He wraps his arms around the omega and pulls him much closer, pushing Jaeyun’s forehead to rest against the crook of his neck. 

Unresisting, Jaeyun doesn’t even think to, because the moment that warmth closes around him, something inside his chest gives way entirely, his fingers clutching at the back of Heeseung’s shirt as though he needs something solid to anchor himself to. His breathing comes out uneven at first, catching between soft, broken sounds as his face presses deeper into the alpha’s neck, the scent there overwhelming in a way that makes his head spin just slightly.

“Heeseung—” the name slips out of him without restraint, shaky and small, his voice muffled where he buries himself closer. “Someone was in there, I didn’t—I didn’t see but the door was open and my things were—”

Tightening his hold in response, Heeseung slides one hand up to cradle the back of Jaeyun’s head, fingers threading into his hair as he draws him in further instead of letting him pull away, his voice dropping into something quieter, steadier, meant to ground. He tells him it’s okay, that he’s safe, that nothing is going to happen to him here, and Jaeyun wants to believe it so badly that he nods against him even when his thoughts are still running too fast to settle properly.

“I don’t understand why it’s still happening,” Jaeyun admits after a moment, the words spilling out softer now, almost exhausted, his grip loosening just slightly but not enough to let go entirely. “If you caught him then why—why is it still happening to me?”

Heeseung doesn’t answer that directly, but the way his hand moves against Jaeyun’s nape, slow and repetitive, the way his scent deepens just slightly as it wraps more firmly around them, makes it feel like he is answering in the only way he wants to.

“I’ll figure it out,” he says again, quieter this time, and the certainty in his tone settles into Jaeyun’s bones in a way that makes him sag just a little further into the hold, his body beginning to give in to the comfort even as something else stirs beneath it, clawing its way out through his skin. 

Jaeyun becomes aware of it slowly, in the way his skin feels more sensitive than it should, in the way his breathing doesn’t fully steady even after the panic eases, in the way he presses closer without realizing that he is doing it. The scent surrounding him is thick and familiar and entirely Heeseung, and it makes something low in his stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with fear.

Heeseung seems to notice the shift, because his hand stills briefly before moving again, slower now, more deliberate, and when he finally eases Jaeyun back just enough to look at him, his expression has softened into something gentler, more careful.

“Come sit,” he murmurs, guiding him toward the couch without breaking contact, his hand staying firm at Jaeyun’s arm as though he doesn’t trust him not to drift away if he lets go.

Jaeyun lets himself be led without resistance, his movements slower, a little unsteady, and when he sits down the softness of the couch feels almost unfamiliar after the solid warmth of Heeseung’s body. Heeseung lingers close for a moment before stepping away toward the kitchen, telling him to stay put while he gets something for him, and Jaeyun watches him go with a quiet kind of helplessness that settles into his chest before he can stop it.

The apartment smells like him. Stronger than anything Jaeyun has experienced before.

It fills the space completely, clinging to the air, to the furniture, to Jaeyun himself, and as he sits there trying to calm down, he becomes increasingly aware of how his body reacts to it. His hands rest against his thighs at first, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his clothes as he exhales slowly, but the warmth doesn’t fade; instead, it settles deeper, making him shift slightly, his legs drawing closer together without conscious thought.

“Heeseung…” he calls, softer now, not because he needs anything specific, but because the distance between them suddenly feels too noticeable.

“I’m here,” comes the immediate reply, and it soothes something instinctively, even if only a little.

When Heeseung returns, he crouches slightly in front of him, offering him water and watching closely until Jaeyun takes it, his hands still a little unsteady as he drinks. Jaeyun’s gaze doesn’t leave him, not even for a second, and when Heeseung’s thumb brushes briefly against the corner of his mouth to wipe away a stray drop, the touch lingers in a way that makes Jaeyun’s breath catch all over again.

There is a pause that stretches between them, quiet but heavy, and Jaeyun feels it settle under his skin, mixing with the warmth that hasn’t gone away.

“I think my heat is coming soon,” he admits after a moment, his voice lower now, quieter, as if saying it out loud makes it more real.

Heeseung’s expression shifts, but only for a fraction of a second before it smooths out again into something reassuring, something steady that Jaeyun finds himself leaning into without thinking.

“Okay,” he says calmly, as if this is something he already knows how to handle. “You’ll stay here. I’ll take care of you.”

And he does.

He moves around the apartment with an ease that feels almost practiced, ordering food, bringing it over, making sure Jaeyun eats even when he barely feels like it, his hand occasionally brushing against Jaeyun’s wrist or shoulder to keep him grounded whenever he seems to drift too far into his thoughts. Jaeyun listens without protest, taking small bites when told, sipping water when it is handed to him, because it is easier to follow than to think.

At some point, the distance between them disappears again without either of them acknowledging it, their shoulders brushing as they sit side by side, knees touching lightly, the contact lingering just long enough to feel intentional even if it isn’t spoken.

Jaeyun turns his head slightly to look at him, his gaze slower now, heavier, drawn in a way that feels different from before.

“Heeseung…”

The name leaves him softly, almost without thought, and when Heeseung looks back, the thickness in the air between makes Jaeyun lean in. 

He doesn’t think, doesn’t stop. Jaeyun goes head first into the kiss and he’s only surprised when Heeseung meets halfway, holding him close and pulling him much closer. 

Jaeyun gasps, falling into the alpha’s lap, his thighs bracketing Heeseung’s underneath as the world tilts around them. 

Kissing Heeseung is just as much messy and desperate as he thought it would be. Heeseung takes the lead before Jaeyun can even realize what’s happening. 

It’s maddening. The way in which Heeseung holds his jaw and pulls his mouth open with his thumb, making a passage for his tongue to slide inside and meet his. Jaeyun moans, fingers curling into the front of Heeseung’s shirt as the kiss deepens, finally, finally reaching the point that had been building between them for days.

For a moment, Jaeyun forgets everything else—the fear, the break-in, the questions that had been clawing at him all day—and all that remains is the warmth, the closeness, the way Heeseung doesn’t pull away this time.

And then the doorbell rings.

The sound cuts through the moment cleanly, sharp enough to make Jaeyun flinch just slightly, his breath catching as he pulls back a fraction, his lips still parted as he looks at Heeseung like he hasn’t quite caught up yet.

It rings again.

Heeseung exhales quietly, his dark eyes glued to Jaeyun’s open mouth and hand on his jaw still in place, as if he’s not even aware of anything in the world anymore. As if he wants to pull Jaeyun back in again and never let go. 

But the doorbell rings again, almost louder this time. 

And finally, Heeseung snaps out of it. He blinks, eyes bleary and then his hands drop from Jaeyun as he straightens, the shift back to reality visible in the way his shoulders settle, in the way his expression smooths out again.

“Food,” he says, voice lower than usual.

Jaeyun nods, slower this time, his body still angled toward him, still warm, still not entirely grounded. He drops the alpha’s lap and watches the way Heeseung’s flexes his fingers, as if wanting to bring him back. 

It makes his omega mewl. 

“I’ll just—” Jaeyun gestures vaguely, dragging a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. “Wash my face.”

Heeseung glances toward the hallway before looking back at him. “Second door on the left,” he says, already turning toward the entrance. “I’ll get it.”

Jaeyun hums in response, watching him walk away for a second longer than necessary before finally pushing himself up from the couch, his legs feeling slightly unsteady as he moves down the hallway.

The bathroom is cooler than the rest of the apartment.

Jaeyun closes the door behind him halfway, leaning over the sink as he turns the tap on, splashing water against his face without much thought, letting it drip down his skin as he exhales slowly, trying to settle the way everything feels too much at once—his chest still tight from earlier, his body still warm in a way that hasn’t gone away, his lips still tingling faintly from the kiss.

He grips the edge of the sink for a second, breathing in, breathing out, watching the water run.

They finally kissed. Heeseung finally kissed him. Giddy, Jaeyun can’t help the grin that spreads on his face as he replays that kiss in his mind, again and again.

They kissed. 

“Fuck,” He whispers to himself, splashing more water on his heated face. They kissed and there is no way Heeseung will move away from him anymore. 

Jaeyun straightens, looking at his reflection in the mirror. The omega in front of him smiles back at him, eyes too puffy and cheeks rosey. He already looks wrecked. Jaeyun bites his lip before reaching blindly for a towel, and that’s when his gaze shifts.

The laundry basket sits near the corner of the bathroom, half full, nothing unusual about it at first glance—but something about it catches his attention anyway, something small, something out of place that he can’t quite name.

Jaeyun frowns slightly, stepping closer without really thinking about it, his fingers brushing absently over the top layer of clothes before stilling when something familiar catches his eye.

The fabric is unmistakable. Even before he fully pulls it free. His hand pauses for a second, hovering there, like part of him already knows what he’s about to find and doesn’t want to confirm it.

But he does. Slowly and carefully, he lifts it out of the pile. And everything inside him goes still.

It’s his panties. The one he wore the day before, the one he threw somewhere in the living room before he spread himself on the couch and touched himself. 

The one which went missing when he woke up again. 

The color drains from his face. Jaeyun grips the panties tighter, realizing they slipped out of the alpha’s work uniform. 

Something colder begins to settle in, quiet but heavy, as his thoughts start rearranging themselves without permission.

The balcony. The lock that never stayed shut.

The mornings. The scent that never left.

The way Heeseung always showed up first.

Always knew. Always—Jaeyun’s breath comes out uneven, but not panicked this time, not frantic like before. He looks down at the basket again. Then at the rest of the clothes.

And then—his gaze shifts. Jaeyun swallows, his fingers trembling just slightly as he looks through the pile of laundry and finds his shorts from the night before—wrapped around a wet pair of boxers that smells too much like Heeseung. 

Too much. 

His breathing picks up. Jaeyun blinks, and then puts the clothes down back in the basket. 

It was Heeseung. 

All along, it was the alpha who said he’d protect him. Take care of him. 

It was always Heeseung. 

Jaeyun almost laughs. He slaps a hand on his mouth, unable to contain his giggles. It was Heeseung. 

Adrenaline rushes through his veins as he imagines all the struggle the alpha went through to get in, to do things he swore he’ll punish someone else for. 

Jaeyun smiles. 

It was Heeseung. The alpha whose morals left him paralyzed in front of his desire for Jaeyun. 

 

🎀

 

The realization has already settled into him, quiet but absolute, threading itself through everything he had been trying not to think about until now. It doesn’t come with panic this time, doesn’t spike or overwhelm him the way fear had earlier—instead, it sits low and steady in his chest, heavy and inescapable, like something that has always been there and has only now been named.

He folds the fabric back exactly the way he found it, smoothing it down with careful fingers that linger just a moment too long, as if he’s memorizing the placement, as if he’s acknowledging it without saying anything out loud.

From the other room, he hears Heeseung moving around, the quiet clink of containers being opened, the soft shuffle of footsteps across the floor.

Jaeyun exhales slowly, turning back toward the sink, splashing water against his face again, letting it drip down his skin and into the basin as he grips the edge tightly for a second longer than necessary, grounding himself in something physical while his thoughts rearrange into something sharper, clearer, far more dangerous than before.

His reflection smiles at him and Jaeyun wipes his chin before leaving. 

When he steps out of the bathroom, his expression is composed, his breathing steady enough to pass, his movements controlled in a way that feels almost deliberate now.

Heeseung looks up immediately, his gaze flicking over Jaeyun’s face as if searching for something, something out of place, something that might have changed.

“You okay?” he asks, quieter this time.

Jaeyun nods, easy, natural, walking back into the room like nothing has shifted beneath the surface. “Yeah,” he says, settling down, reaching for the food without hesitation. “Just needed that.”

Heeseung watches him for a second longer than necessary. Then lets it go.

“Let’s eat.” The alpha says and Jaeyun agrees, following him to the dinner table with ease. His initial giddiness is tenfolds inside and Jaeyun hopes Heeseung only thinks of it as the nerves because of kissing before, and not because of what he discovered. 

Dinner goes fast, quiet and over short conversations that make no sense. 

Jaeyun barely retains anything from it and he doesn’t think he can do it any longer. His gut twists inside every time Heeseung catches his eyes and Jaeyun has to bite his tongue from smiling. 

When they’re done and Jaeyun puts his dishes on the sink, he feels Heeseung behind him—arms bracketing his waist and chest pressing against his back. 

It’s almost suffocating, the air around them—potent with spices and alpha pheromones. Jaeyun feels a bit faint under them, the heat in his body growing warmer. 

“Hi,” Heeseung says and Jaeyun looks down, clutching the edge of the sink tight. 

“Hi.” He replies and feels the alpha’s breath on his neck, shivering slightly. 

“How do you feel now?”

Jaeyun turns around, leaning against the sink now as he looks up at the alpha. Heeseung stares at him, his face, eyes flitting all over before settling on his lips. He looks the least bit concerned about how Jaeyun feels right now and it makes his skin tingle. 

Jaeyun nods, placing his hand on the alpha’s chest, feeling it rise and fall. “I feel better.” Not a lie, Jaeyun feels fucking ecstatic actually. 

But Heeseung doesn’t need to know. 

“Yeah?” Jaeyun nods again and he has a feeling Heeseung isn’t really listening, just watching—waiting for another chance to kiss. 

It makes him giddy. Nervous. Excited. 

But Jaeyun has other plans. He doesn’t want to kiss Heeseung right now, against the kitchen sink and then sleep alone in his bed alone later. 

He wants more than that. He wants more than what Heeseung gives him right now. 

He wants everything. 

“Yeah,” He licks his lips, relishing in the way Heeseung’s eyes follow the movement. “I was thinking I should definitely head back now.”

This makes the alpha pull back slightly. “Huh?” He says, as if he thinks he heard it wrong. “It’s dangerous.” Heeseung says, his grip tightening on the sink edges beside his waist and Jaeyun notices the shift immediately. 

He shrugs, leaning back just a little, his fingers playing with the fabric of the alpha’s shirt as he exhales. “My heat’s coming,” he says, softer now, letting just enough truth sit in his voice to make it believable. “I’d rather be in my own space for that.”

Heeseung’s jaw shifts subtly, his gaze sharpening. “You shouldn’t be alone,” he replies, his voice lower now, more serious, the concern there real, or at least convincing enough to feel it. “Not with everything going on.”

Jaeyun lets out a small breath, shaking his head slowly, like he’s already made up his mind.

“I’ll be fine,” he insists, meeting his gaze just long enough, holding it steady. “I’ll lock everything properly this time. I’ll make sure the balcony stays shut. It won’t happen again.”

Heeseung doesn’t look convinced. “You can stay here,” he says instead. “It’s safer.”

Jaeyun smiles faintly and then shakes his head. He can’t stay. If he does, how will they both get what they want?

“I’ll be okay,” he repeats, softer now, like he’s reassuring him rather than arguing. He pushes the alpha slightly away and Heeseung lets go to stand straighter. 

“What if something happens?”

Jaeyun smiles, eyes up, “You won’t let it happen, would you?”

 

🎀

 

The air is cold inside his apartment when he returns. Jaeyun realizes he kept all the windows and balcony open as he left. 

He shuts them all one by one, making sure to latch the locks and double checking them before going forward to the next one. 

When he reaches the balcony, he pushes the lock twice—thrice, until he’s sure it will make a noise when opened later. Jaeyun grins at the thought of it alone. 

He cleans up the house slowly, taking his time—watching the time as it clocks by and waiting for the heat in his body to simmer hotter, and hotter. 

By the time he’s done and in the bathroom, changing out of his clothes, Jaeyun can barely keep standing without support. His reflection shows glazed eyes and ruddy cheeks, Jaeyun turns both sides to check his attire and then smiles slowly, a little helplessly. 

The shorts ride up with each step he takes back to his bed and the silk of his tank is smooth against his otherwise heated, sweaty skin. His heat is right where he wants it, scratching its way through every cell of his body. 

“I’ll wait.” He whispers, finally laying down and getting inside his covers. 

There’s a storm outside, still roaring against his window panes and Jaeyun smiles to himself, turning in the mattress. 

The heat continues to rise, making every pore of his skin prickle and Jaeyun takes a deep breath, feeling sweat gather in the corners of his body he can’t even reach. 

The temperature in his body presses down on him, making every second feel heavier. Jaeyun huffs, pushing the shorts he was wearing down his body and away somewhere in the room. It’s hot. Everywhere it burns. Jaeyun wants to take off every piece of clothing from his body. 

Come soon. 

Please come. 

The sound of the lock clicking is faint but unmistakable, as it echoes into the quiet of the apartment. Jaeyun stills in his bed, breathing shallow. He listens carefully from where he lays in the bed, trying not to move. 

A light creaking noise accompanies the click of the balcony door closing, letting in the sound of the storm outside for a few mere seconds before it goes back to silence again. Jaeyun holds his head, listening to the incoming footsteps. 

The air smells of cinnamon and musk immediately, too quickly—washing over Jaeyun’s senses and body, making him squirm in the bed. His omega is already dripping wet, wanting nothing more than the alpha to touch him, take him. 

Jaeyun breathes slowly, softly, eyes still closed. He waits, for the alpha to do something, anything. But seconds tick by and nothing happens, except the intensity of the pheromones in the air thickening, enveloping him in a metaphorical blanket. 

Jaeyun feels sticky, too wet and too needy as he turns in the bed, pushing his face against the soft of his pillow as his breathing quickens slightly. His heat is here full force and suddenly, Jaeyun can’t wait for Heeseung to make the first move anymore. 

“Alpha…” He calls, voice breaking and Jaeyun groans softly against the cushions as another strong waft of cinnamon hits him. “Alpha..”

His vision is blurry as he opens his eyes, finally seeing the tall silhouette of the alpha in front of him, standing right beside him, watching—waiting. 

“A-alpha,” He calls again, this time turning on the bed as his hand goes out, reaching for Heeseung, “Please…”

Heeseung takes his hand, almost too softly, too sweetly. It kicks him in the gut, the touch of an alpha, no matter how small, making him croon. Jaeyun pushes forward in the bed, hands going out to pull the alpha in. 

“Shh,” Heeseung shushes him, one hand still holding his and the other going up to grab Jaeyun’s cheek, palm warm and fingers splaying over his jaw. Jaeyun feels delirious. “I got you.”

“Alpha…” Jaeyun croons, nuzzling on the hand on his cheek. 

Heeseung smiles, pushing his thumb against Jaeyun’s bottom lip. “I finally got you, my omega.”

And that’s all that Jaeyun gets before the alpha is surging forward and sealing their together in a deep kiss. 

It’s messy, so messy. Heeseung pushes him against the bed, hands all over and tongue down his throat. Jaeyun feels like he will combust. All this time, all this wait—all the terror that filled him body over the months, counting down to this surge of thrill and desire that overwhelms him. 

“Ha—” He gasps, letting the alpha take full control as Heeseung touches his nape, fingers pressed firmly on his bare scent gland. 

“So pretty,” Heeseung says, lips pressed against the curve of Jaeyun’s jaw and tongue rough on the corner of his mouth. “So fucking pretty.” 

Jaeyun can’t help but moan, letting himself go completely. Heeseung is everywhere. From the scent gland of his nape to the curve of his waist and the tips of toes. He feels Heeseung everywhere, all consuming. 

“Alpha—” He moans, fingers clutching Heeseung’s shirt as the alpha trails down his neck, tongue swiping over his scent gland. His teeth puts at the soft skin and Jaeyun gasps, wanting nothing more than the alpha to push his fangs in and take Jaeyun right then and there. Claim him. 

“So sweet.” Heeseung groans, licking profusely over the gland, as if he can’t get enough. “Fuck. You were always so sweet.”

Jaeyun mewls, squirming in the bed as Heeseung continues with his trail of kisses and tongue, from the hollow of his throat to the soft rise of his chest. The strap of the tank slides slightly from one shoulder and Jaeyun only notices halfmindedly when a tear sounds through the room. 

Heeseung rips the tank from his shoulders, uncaring and almost barbaric as he pushes his face against the soft curve between Jaeyun’s chest—inhaling deep. 

“Always so sweet.” He groans, mouth moving to one nipples and a hand on the other, cupping his heat swollen breast. Jaeyun moans aloud, toes curling in as the alpha swirls his tongue around the nipple and sucks. 

It sends him into overdrive. Jaeyun chokes, fingers tangling around the alpha’s hair as pulls him closer, almost suffocating the alpha. 

Jaeyun cries softly and feels Heeseung moving, further down his body. The alpha hover over his belly, mouth moving over the plane lines and then over his navel, making him squirm. 

“I waited so long.” Heeseung confesses, low and slow against his skin, hands wrapping around the expanse of his waist. “So fucking long.”

And Jaeyun can’t help but clutch the bedsheet, nodding silently as he stares at the alpha slitering further down his body. 

“Me too,” He admits, swallowing as Heeseung stops between his thighs, eyes moving up to meet his. “I waited for you as well.”

Heeseung smiles, slightly crooked and it’s almost sinister. His eyes are two black pools of desire and his fangs are sharp as they glint under the low light of the bedroom. His hands move from Jaeyun’s waist to his thighs, palms warm over the heated skin as he coaxes them to part further apart. 

“I know, sweetheart.” Heeseung drawls, watching as Jaeyun squirms under his gaze. His eyes fixated on what lies between and Jaeyun almost feels shy. His panties are wet, sticking to his folds and creating a mess. 

Leaning down, Heeseung touches near the apex of his thighs and Jaeyun gulps, staring at the obscene sight of Heeseung moving closer, inhaling deep. 

It’s dirty. So dirty and obscene, the way in which the alpha closes his eyes and groans, as if he can’t control himself. As if he’s so euphoric. 

His cheeks heat up immediately. Jaeyun suddenly feels shy under the alpha’s lustful gaze and he turns his head away. 

“Wanted this,” Heeseung starts again, fingers hovering over his clothed mound before they press against the wet fabric of the panties. Jaeyun jolts, surprised and he looks back again as Heeseung moves closer, licking a long, wet stripe up his clothed pussy. 

“Do you know how hard it was?” As if in trance, Heeseung continues murmuring against him, mouth moving over the soft flesh of Jaeyun’s thighs, eyes closed. “Only having your panties but never you? It was so hard I thought I was losing it every time I brought one home.”

Jaeyun almost laughs. He would’ve if the alpha wasn’t basically nuzzling his cunt right now, groaning into his covered wetness as if he can’t get enough. 

All Jaeyun does is moan, picking his hips up as he finally meet the alpha’s eyes. “Then do it. Take me.” He says and the spices in the air thickens more. 

Heeseung looks at him, eyes over his face before they trail down back to his panties and then smiles, “Of course I will.” He says, fingers already moving to the waistline of the panties. “If not me, then who else, Jaeyun-ah?”

And soon the panties are torn off his body as well. It makes a sharp sound, something that rattles Jaeyun’s brain and sends a shiver down his spine. He plants his heels on the mattress as the cool air of the night hits him finally, right where he’s so wet and needy, and Jaeyun can only keep his mouth open in vain as the alpha dives down. 

Heeseung’s mouth is insistent, tongue licking over every crease and crevice of his cunt. It swirls between the lips, parting them and finding his slit, and then it moves up and down, as if in search—as if on a mission. 

He’s not slow with it either. Heeseung eats him out like he hasn’t eaten in days, like a starved man who was finally given his last meal on earth. 

Jaeyun moans aloud, hips pulling up as the alpha moves to his clit, sucking on it with fervor. 

“Fuck—oh my god,” He cries, toes curling and heels pushing against the mattress. Jaeyun feels his hot in his belly, like a string ready to snap as he snaps his hips forward with each suck and lick. “Alpha…more, please, more…” 

Heeseung heeds to his request, two fingers plunging inside him instantly as he continues to lick over his clit. 

Its too much. Almost too much, as Jaeyun feels tears streaming down his face, mouth hung open in nothing as silent moans slip out. 

His back arches as he reaches his peak, fingers tight on the alpha's lock and hips unstoppable as they push against Heeseung’s mouth and fingers. 

“Please, please—” He cries, his whole body going stiff as his orgasm reaches him like a thunder striking outside, making him shudder and squirm as Heeseung continues with his ministrations, not stopping even when Jaeyun pushes at his head, overstimulated. 

“Fuck—stop,” He groans, feeling hot and bothered by the alpha between his thighs, stuck to his cunt. But Heeseung is relentless, pushing another finger in as he presses his tongue firmer against his clit, swirling it around with a pace that makes Jaeyun see stars. 

He's nothing but mumbled curses and drool slipping down his chin, as he reaches another climax. Jaeyun lays spent on the mattress, shuddering with each wave of his peak that hits him as Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out, letting his tongue continue their assault, but softer and slower this time. 

“So good,” the alpha whispers, licking down to his entrance and moaning, “So sweet.” 

Jaeyun just stares, mouth open and eyes clumped with tears as Heeseung finally pulls away and reaches up. The alpha smiles at him, teeth all shiney and chin smeared with sweet slick. 

“You're just perfect, aren't you?” He says, sticky fingers grabbing Jaeyun's face and tilting his chin up, not expecting any answer as he surges forward to kiss him. 

Jaeyun moans, mouth accommodating to Heeseung’s as he lets the alpha kiss him as he wants. He can taste himself on the alpha's tongue, on his mouth. All of it making him more horny and his heat riddled mind can only ask for more as he clutches Heeseung's shirt tight, pulling at the offending material. 

It makes the alpha chuckle, biting his lip like a reprimand as he slowly pulls away, eyes never leaving his lips. Heeseung exhales, “Fucking pretty.” He says and then dives his face on the crook Jaeyun's neck, mouth finding his gland again. 

“Ah—alpha,” He cries, wanting nothing more than Heeseung to just flip him over and fuck him already. The stretch of him assaulting his neck doesn't help either. So close to where he wants the alpha's teeth yet never close. Jaeyun holds the alpha by his shoulder, moaning, begging, “Please.I want you. Take me.” 

Fuck me. Take me. I want it. 

He mumbles the words again and again, insistent. 

It makes Heeseung bite near his jugular, so fucking close again it makes Jaeyun shut up instantly. Heeseung pulls back, pupils dilated and mouth red, “You want me to fuck you?” 

Jaeyun nods, tears welling up his eyes again. Heeseung caresses his cheek, trailing the hand down his neck, then his chest until it reaches his throbbing cunt again. Jaeyun only has a second to relish on the touch before he feels the alpha's fingers stretching him again, this time, rougher. 

“Aa–alpha—” He gasps, eyes wide and pleading as he stares at Heeseung. 

“Yeah?” Heeseung mouths against his cheeks, catching the salty tears which fall free, “You want to sit on my cock? Want me to fuck you already?”

Jaeyun cries, clutching on the alpha's shoulders as the later continues to fuck him with his fingers, “Yes yes—n…need that.” 

Heeseung smiles against his skin, tongue swiping over the curve of his jaw. “Then why don't you present for me, Jaeyunie? Turn on all fours like you did last night?” 

The menace is palpable on his voice, something that shouldn't be as heated and sensual as it is to Jaeyun. He only moans, nodding his head as he pleads the alpha to fuck him.

Jaeyun struggles under the alpha's hold, pleading, “Yes, please—I'm all yours to take.” 

And it lands just where Jaeyun expected it to. Heeseung groans, fingers stilling inside him and mouth pressed against his cheek. 

“All mine?” He asks and Jaeyun nods, turning red all over. He shudders as Heeseung pulls his fingers out again, wet fingers splaying over his hip. “Then go on, baby.” 

Baby.

Jaeyun blushes, almost scampering to get on all fours on the bed, wanting nothing more than to please the alpha. 

There’s a low growl of approval, something that makes his thighs shake as Jaeyun arches his back and lets the alpha see just how much he wants him—needs him. He presses his forehead against the bed, fingers clutching his sheet as he feels Heeseung’s gaze on him. 

The rustling of clothes excites him, Jaeyun’s senses are heightened as he waits, not daring to look back until he’s told to. He just wants Heeseung to fuck him already, take him out of his heat riddled misery. 

“All yours,” He whispers and moans when there are hands on his hips, finally, finally adjusting his position before he feels the tell tale of a cock on his ass. 

Heeseung's voice is low, breathing warm against his neck when the alpha lays over him, mouth pressed to his scent gland again. “I’ll fuck you so good,” He says, teeth pinching over his skin and Jaeyun moans again, pushing back against the cock rubbing over his ass. 

His hips are stopped almost immediately, making him whine and Heeseung’s low chuckle makes him squirm. “Patient.” The alpha says and Jaeyun can’t help the whine again when he feels the alpha’s cock rubbing against his pussy now, pushing up and down his slit. 

When the cock head catches his clit, Jaeyun moans aloud, pushing back again. “Please—please.” He begs, scratching the sheets under him. 

Heeseung groans softly, pulling away from his neck to adjust them on the bed again, one hand on Jaeyun’s waist and the other rubbing his cock up and down again. The alpha’s grip is rough, tight and it sends Jaeyun into overdrive when he finally, finally pushes in—the slide so easy, as if Jaeyun was made for him. 

And Heeseung seems to share the same thoughts as the alpha moans behind him, picking up a rhythm. 

“Fuck—look at you. Taking me in so well…” 

Jaeyun moans, pushing back against the alpha’s cock with each thrust. Wanting more. Faster. 

Heeseung gets the cue immediately, his thrusts getting harder and faster, filling the room with the obscene sound of their naked skin slapping against each other. 

“So good, so good,” Heeseung continues, catching both sides of Jaeyun’s waist as he basically picks up the omega with each thrust. “So fucking good for me.”

“Yes—yes,” Jaeyun cries, mouth hung open as drool starts gathering in his mouth before it too starts slipping down his chin. He’s nothing but a mess, a drooling, disgusting mess in the hands of the alpha. 

Suddenly, the hand on his waist moves, sliding up his back before its right on his nape, pushing him down on the bed. Jaeyun’s moans are muffled as his face is pushed against the sheets, with Heeseung right behind his ears. 

“All mine, right?” He asks, although he gives Jaeyun no chance to reply as he picks up his pace again, his grip on Jaeyun’s neck turning tighter. “Mine, mine.” 

Choking on his spit, Jaeyun flounders on the bed a bit—nails scratching the sheets and chest burning as the alpha continues to fuck him hard and rough. 

Heeseung grabs him by his nape, pulling him back and Jaeyun finally, finally takes a deep breath. 

“Tell me, baby.”

“I—I’m yours,” Jaeyun replies, diligently. Happy. Baby. “Y-yours.”

“Ofcourse you are.” 

Suddenly, the alpha is pulling out and it makes Jaeyun cry in disbelief. He turns around with wide, pleading eyes. Desperate. Almost scared. 

Heeseung smiles at him. That same, menacing smile that makes his stomach churn. Jaeyun only watches the alpha turn him around the bed again, picking him up from the mattress. 

Jaeyun goes easily, too easily and before he realizes, he’s thrown on the floor, on his knees. 

“Heeseung…” He calls and Heeseung hums at him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulls Jaeyun closer.

His knees scrap against the floor, turning pink under the pressure. He already knows what this is about. Heeseung doesn’t even need to guide him, Jaeyun goes to him easily. He scoots closer and takes the alpha’s cock in his hand immediately. Like he already knows, always ready. 

“Show me that you’re mine, baby.” Heeseung says and Jaeyun nods, leaning down to take the alpha’s cock in his mouth. 

Heeseung is thick and salty against his tongue, heavy and warm. Jaeyun moans at the taste of him, swirling his tongue around the girth before he’s pushing down, taking him deep in his throat. 

The resulting moan from Heeseung sounds rewarding and Jaeyun wants more of it. He starts bobbing his head, pulling his lips tight around the girth of the alpha as he picks up his pace. 

“Fuck—” Heeseung moans, catching his hair in his fingers, pulling him further down his cock. “Just like that, baby.” He says and Jaeyun moans in return, using his hands where his mouth can’t reach with each bob. 

When he looks up, Heeseung is already staring at him and it sends something burning hot in his belly, more than the heat which pricks at his skin. 

“Made for this,” Heeseung says, licking his lips. His hand moves against Jaeyun’s hair almost too softly for the way in which he continues to push Jaeyun down his cock. Heeseung smiles, thumb pressing against the tight pull of Jaeyun’s mouth around his girth. “Made for me.”

And Jaeyun just groans, eyes closing as he tries to breathe through his nose while continuing with his mouth—until it’s too much and he can’t anymore. Jaeyun pulls off, saliva dripping from his mouth and connecting to Heeseung’s cock head as he heaves, sitting back on his heels. 

He’s tired but he can’t help reaching out again, leaning his head against the alpha’s thigh and sucking his head slowly. 

Heeseung rewards with fingers on his scalp, something that makes him close his eyes and mouth stutter around the cock. But the tender moment only lasts for a few seconds before Heeseung’s hand finds his cheeks again, fingers pressing against his jaw tight. 

Jaeyun gasps, staring as Heeseung pulls him up on his lap, his free arm going around his waist. “So pretty.” The alpha says and Jaeyun melts into the kiss that Heeseung pulls him in. 

Heeseung hands are everywhere, moving over his shoulders to down the curve of his back and then his ass and Jaeyun feels the alpha’s cock nudge his slit. He moans, adjusting on the lap before he feels the alpha pushing his cock back inside him again. 

“Ah—” His moan is cut short as Heeseung picks him up from the bed, and Jaeyun only has a second to realize he’s on air before his legs are instinctively wrapping around the alpha’s waist, clinging tight. “Hah—” 

“So good for me, uh?” Heeseung murmurs, pressing kisses upon kisses on his neck while continuing to walk and Jaeyun gasps when he feels the cool glass of his window against his back. “Such a good little slut for me?”

Jaeyun can’t answer. He can only moan as Heeseung presses him against the window and starts thrusting, only picking his pace with each thrust that pushes Jaeyun against the glass. 

It makes a squeaking sound, something that almost hurts his ears but Jaeyun could care less. About the sound, the fragility of the window or the chance of someone outside seeing him this way. 

Heeseung must’ve seen his face, the range of thoughts that are running through him because the alpha laughs, thrusting harder. “Scared someone might see?” He asks, pressing a kiss on his collarbone. Jaeyun moans, clutching tight on the alpha’s shoulders, nails leaving crescents on the muscles behind. “It's okay, baby. They’ll see how good I fuck you.” 

He thrusts harder with each word spoken, making Jaeyun moan louder with each thrust. It makes him dizzy. Makes him unable to form a single coherent thought. 

“Fuck, baby I wanna take you everywhere.” Heeseung’s words are stilted, hips almost stuttering in their pace. “Wanna fuck you on every surface possible.” 

It makes Jaeyun mewl, he pulls the alpha closer to hug him, resting his chin on Heeseung’s shoulder as he begs for more. “Do it—want you. W-want your knot.”

And Heeseung’s responding groan is almost animalistic. It vibrates against Jaeyun’s chest and rolls down his body, making each nerve end on his body feel alight. 

Jaeyun is so close. He just wants the alpha’s knot to stuff him full. 

“You want my knot?” Jaeyun nods, scratching the alpha’s back as Heeseung pace quickens again, a type of un-coordination to it that tells of his reaching peak. “I’ll give you my knot. Stuff you full of me.”

And it’s enough—with Heeseung insistent cock fucking him open and the words whispered right against his ear, Jaeyun reaches his climax with a loud moan. 

“Fuck–fuck, fuck…” He cries, throat feeling dry and tears licking at his eyelashes as he squeezes his thighs around the alpha’s waist, wanting to get off but also not. “K-knot, want knot.”

Heeseung catches him tighter so he doesn’t fall, slowing in his thrusts as he walks to the bed again and lays Jaeyun down, not pulling away. 

Jaeyun sighs against the mattress, hips quivering as he clings to the alpha’s shoulders still. Heeseung kisses his neck, holding his thigh and pulling him close again, continuing with his thrusts. 

“I’ll give you my knot, sweetheart.” Heeseung assures him, picking up with his pace from earlier again. It sends Jaeyun into an overwhelming mess. He’s so sensitive, it makes him cry. Heeseung shushes him, teeth gritted as he spits, “Take it. You need to take it.” 

And Jaeyun will. Even if his belly feels too full and his hips tire from exhaustion, Jaeyun will take every drop that Heeseung gives him with his knot. 

Heeseung kisses him, tongue messy and teeth clashing against each other. His one hand continues to spread Jaeyun open for him and the other now slithers down to where they are connected. 

Jaeyun gasps into the kiss, his moan muffled by Heeseung’s mouth as the alpha rubs messy circles against his swollen clit, sending him over the edge again.

“So good so good oh fuck—” Heeseung curses, breath uneven and shaky, and Jaeyun just takes—crying softly as he feels the alpha reach his orgasm, spurts of warm cum spilling inside his walls. 

It’s so much it’s spilling with each thrust that Heeseung continues to push, his knot swelling at the base and catching at Jaeyun’s entrance. 

“Ha—ah…” Jaeyun hiccups, nails digging into the alpha’s shoulders as tears stream down his face again—the knot finally spearing in and locking them together. “Fuck—fuck, please…”

Heeseung shushes him, gathering his face in his palms as he kisses those tears away. Jaeyun feels too spoiled when the alpha turns them on the bed, laying Jaeyun on top of him, adjusting him so that the knot doesn’t hurt. 

It barely does. Heeseung’s knot ties them together in a way Jaeyun can’t even explain in words. It’s nothing even close to hurting. 

Jaeyun is euphoric if anything as he hugs the alpha, pressing his wet, swollen cheek against his chest. 

Heeseung’s hand splays over his back, rubbing soothing circles that contrasts so much with how hard and rough he fucked Jaeyun just moments ago. 

The contrast is so jarring that Jaeyun smiles, sniffling softly. He’s content right now, the highs of his heat sated for now before another wave hits later. 

But for now, he’s happy. And full. And just right where he wants to be. 

“I knew you wanted me too.” He whispers, voice slurred and eyes heavy with sleep. He’s so tired, his limbs feel like dead weight and Jaeyun closes his eyes slowly. 

He hears an exhale, Heeseung mouth pressing against his temple and hands moving to hold his hips. 

“Ofcourse, baby,” He faintly hears the alpha, already falling asleep. The grip on his hips turn just a bit tighter, bordering on possessive. “I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, Sim Jaeyun.”

 

 

(If you ask Heeseung, he’ll say it started on the last day of spring, where summer was already licking sweats on his skin, on the day when Jaeyun first moved in. 

How can Heeseung not notice him? Such a pretty face, such a pretty smile. The way in which Jaeyun greeted Hyunsuk, talked to other omegas. 

Heeseung was floored by that smile right in that moment when Jaeyun walked past him on the staircase, unaware of his existence but wafting notes of honeycomb and lime in the air. 

It was addictive. The scent of Jaeyun. The way he carried it with him and left it at places around the complex. 

Heeseung tells himself it’s nothing. Just another omega moving in. Just another face in the building. But it isn’t.

Because he starts noticing patterns. Starts recognizing the scent before he sees him. Starts looking without meaning to.

Heeseung has never been the type to hesitate, never been the type to stand back when he wants something, and yet with Jaeyun, something in him stalls, like stepping too close would ruin whatever this is before it even begins.

Like he doesn’t quite have the right to. So he doesn’t approach. Not at first.

Not until Hyunsuk is there, not until the moment presents itself in a way that feels… allowed.

And even then, it isn’t smooth.

Because of the way in which the omega’s wide eyes stared at him, smelling so sweet and mouth wrapped around that popsicle—Heeseung is also just a damn smitten alpha. Not immune. Not untouched.

Just trying. Trying to keep his distance. Trying to keep it normal.

Trying not to think about how easily that scent settles into him.

When he hears about Jaeyun’s panties being stolen—it bothers him more than he lets on in front of the omega.

It’s wrong. The idea of someone else touching what belongs to him, taking something so close, so personal, without care, without understanding—it sits under his skin in a way he can’t ignore.

He doesn’t hesitate then. He finds the thief the very next night. It isn’t difficult, really. 

Men like that are predictable and careless.

And Heeseung handles it quickly, efficiently, the way he handles everything else.

It should end there and it does, technically.

But it also doesn’t because Heeseung finds the panties that Jaeyun told him were stolen, the one with the bow in the waistline in the pile of stolen clothes that the thief kept in his hidden lair. 

Heeseung should’ve just thrusted it back into the pile and gotten rid of it like he did with all the others. But he didn’t. 

He couldn’t. 

One look at it and the scent it carried—so sweet and faint, something that made him want to bury his face into the fabric and sniff it out. Heeseung took one last look at the panty and then pocketed it without a thought. Without any hesitation. 

It’ll be safer with him anyway. Right?

Heeseung doesn’t think about it after that. Not properly.

He tells himself it was just instinct, just a moment of poor judgment that doesn’t need to be examined too closely, something small that will pass if he doesn’t linger on it long enough to give it weight.

And for a while—it does. Because he keeps himself busy.

Because there’s work, because there are routines, because there are things that require his attention in ways that don’t leave room for distraction.

Until the day Jaeyun calls him over.

The air conditioner.

Something small. Something easy.

Heeseung doesn’t think much of it when he steps inside, his attention already on the task, on the tools in his hand, on keeping things as normal as possible.

But the apartment—the apartment smells like him. Stronger than anywhere else. Sweet in every corner and sour in places that makes him want to prod. Heeseung felt like a moth attracted to flame, running behind a source of that light that was definitely going to burn him. 

He tries to tame himself, tries to not be the pervert he was turning into. But the open laundry basket and the sweet smelling panties splayed over there, right where he can see them—almost touch them. 

It sends Heeseung into overdrive. His thoughts muggled up. All rotten to the core. 

He doesn’t even think when he ‘fixes’ the balcony lock, pulling a hinge slower than usual so it never clicks perfectly. 

Heeseung does everything without a thought. Or maybe he does.

He thinks just of Jaeyun. Sweet, pretty Jaeyun. Doe-eyed beauty Jaeyun. Warm and beautiful Jaeyun. 

Jaeyun Jaeyun Jaeyun. 

Who keeps calling him over, keeps talking to him in low voices and keeps fluttering his lashes. Keeps his panties outside for Heeseung to take. 

It takes Heeseung only one night of ‘checking in’ on the omega’s balcony to realize what was happening. 

And who is Heeseung to let go of such a perfectly curated crime?)

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