“I’m going to k*ll khj,” sh groaned, slamming the door to his dorm room shut.
he watched his roommate mg close his eyes and take a deep breath. “one, two, three, four, five…no bad thoughts. no bad thoughts, mg,” he muttered to himself, then slowly turned to sh.
that’s when it hit him: hj hadn’t done a single thing to help. he’d only made everything worse.
sh was going to k*ll that fucking alpha—
but then…
“don’t. touch. my. omega,” someone—hj—growled stepping onto the field.
Hj found himself staring, completely spellbound. He didn't mean to but the words just slipped out before he could catch them.
“Pretty rabbit.”
Sh froze mid-bite. The employees behind the counter just grinned and looked away.
Hj blinked, brain finally catching up to his mouth.
“You love dessert, right? How about I treat you to ice cream?”
Sh's shoulders gave a tiny twitch. Hj perked up. He was onto something.
“If only 2 scoops.”
“How about 3?”
Sh slowly turned around, those big, doe-like eyes widening.
‘Oh no. He’s too cute.’
“With sprinkles?”
The drive back was painfully quiet. Hj kept both hands on the steering wheel. Sh glued his face to the window, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Neither of them spoke.
When they hit a red light, Hj risked a peek. Sh's face was a mess of dry tear tracks and Hj felt his heart do a painful little flip.
college students sh and mg are dancing on the club‘s dance floor. they‘re shaking their hips to the rhythm and moving the rest of their body naturally, seducingly, just how they always do it.
on the other side of the club, their boyfriends, hj and yh, are working at the bar. —
i’m gonna be thinking about this all day unfortunately…: hj in the full outfit minus the pants, his cock lifting the fabric of his skirt just enough for sh to catch a Peek of it. sh stripped fully bare, his tie around his wrists… begging to get to ride hj with the skirt ON
in the same room they were in, the heat that has been being a nuisance to the attorney’s system is now at its highest level.
the moonlight passing through the window to his bed was a witness, as his lips pulled apart, raging beads of sweat rolled from his temples to his cheeks to his neck.
his chest heaved, desperation seeping through with just a tad bit of salvation that could be his refuge in this vast ocean he’s currently drowning in.
“haa…” he breathed, his fingers digging through the disheveled white sheets, grasping on it. he gulped as his vision was getting blurry.
“mr. park?”
“f-fuck…” the attorney inhaled sharply, limbs going astray as his chest continued to abruptly go up and down.
the heat surging within is almost bursting at its seams.
“mr. park, are you sick?” a familiar voice echoed through his strained senses, a figure sat beside him as a cold hand pressed on his forehead.
“shit, you’re burning up.” the voice perpetuated to seep in his system. madness hovering over him like death, threatening to swallow him whole.
the sole contrast from the heat incessantly flowing through every fiber of his being with the coldness from the other’s hand became the light at the end of the tunnel.
“p-please…” the attorney pleaded, holding onto the cold hand tightly, pressing it on his moist cheeks, inhaling the musky and earthy scent it was emanating, placing yearning kisses on top of it.
“m-mr. park?” with his eyes still closed, the craving for something that could help him escape is wrapping itself around his neck, making him unable to breathe.
but the scent.
the fucking scent.
he needs to injected within his veins.
“mr. park!” yanking the other’s body onto his, he entrapped him inside his strong arms, interlocking them together. sh buried his face inside the person’s neck and almost released an orgasm with how strong and prominent his scent was.
“f-fuck… don’t move.” he groaned, placing light kisses on the other’s skin, that soon evolved into licking and sucking.
….hi :D