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Schrödinger's cat theory. A theory that explains that when a cat is exposed to a flask of poison and trapped inside the box, the result could vary into the 50% probability of the cat being dead or alive. Since the basis of the diagrammatic experiment is the cat inside the box, the cat is dead and alive unless the box is revealed to the eyes of the beholder. 

"Hey Kkura, what do you think is the probability of Kazuha killing me once she sees me wearing her shirt while I hide in my room the whole day?" 

Sakura looks at her quizzically when the younger Omega washes off the incredulity in her face with an unconvincing 'just a random thought,' followed with a suspicious laugh.

"80%" Sakura answers her, taking a long swig from her earl gray tea. "75 if you're lucky enough and she's late in her CIP teaching freshmen with quantum physics and she's off to bed early. But pure blooded Alphas get easily cranked up in anger when they're tired, that's what I guarantee you."

"Cool." Chaewon nods in the share of intellect, Kazuha's periodic table of elements shirt proudly wrapped around her body. 

In Chaewon's case scenario, 90%. Being a pure blooded Omega who is exposed to the musky scent of a pure blooded Alpha (she likes to call it the intoxicants) just recently after the culling in the previous boarding house is not recommendable. Chaewon likes to think that overdosing on Prozac is similar to inhaling a mouthful of Kazuha's strong pheromones while the latter is out for university.

Every Friday night in Chaewon slash Kazuha's shared apartment happens like this: Sakura brings an obnoxiously pink-colored wine that Chaewon once complained about since who drinks pink wine these days? Chaewon pays Kazuha ten bucks to take her ultimate leave (cons of being a pure blooded Alpha) or sometimes when the budget is tight she lets Kazuha stay while the two mindfully studies her quirks and oddities.

Kazuha and she have been roommates for a decent period of time to get to know the polarity of the behaviors of a pure blooded Alpha and a pure blooded Omega under the same roof. As the vulnerable and more recessive of their kinds, Chaewon has grown wary of Alphas and their intolerable persona; popping their knots to whoever could satiate them, aggressive to their own kinds, and a fuck-and-go stereotype that Chaewon has only read in ebooks online with a casanova and a shy type protagonists where their interest form and begins with forced proximities.

So, of course, Chaewon isn't as dumb as pure blooded Alphas who think with their knots. Before stepping into the world of full commitment in their apartment, she has established several rules for their better living. If Kazuha doesn't get all sleazy, that is. Not that it ever happened anyway. 

One, no one should ever cross the fictional border that she drew in the living room where the tv and couch are middled. Kazuha once side-eyed her for the rule into which Chaewon glared at her into adhering. Two, when an individual is in rut or in heat, immediately take suppressants. Since Alphas don't have suppressants available in the markets, Chaewon has given half consideration for Kazuha to scamper in the wild to find Omegas to sate her burning need. 

Besides, it would cost her everything to be that Alpha's girl toy when her heat is also triggered. It has been an old story of Chaewon spiking in heat in their previous boarding house without any suppressants, never again. Lastly, three; do not engage in any sexual activities and mind your own business which Chaewon considered the easiest of them all.

Inevitably, Chaewon ends up breaking all of it in just seven days in their newly settled rules when Kazuha shows up in their apartment reeking of alcohol and calling her 'sweet Omega' with an annoying (read: charming) smile on her face and a big hand stroking the back of the Omega's head which to when things take a big turn, Chaewon ends up getting carried to the Alpha's room, not even ten steps from her own and sucking Kazuha's dick off while the Omega flushes in deep red at how she, too, is just as overwhelmed as Kazuha is.

The following day Chaewon washes it off with a nervous laugh with a scarlet wine splashed on her face when she sees Kazuha wearing her tight boxers that cling on to her ass and gives her such an interesting sight of the print of her dick. 

Theoretically if there's an Alpha with a big dick and knows how to use it right and knows how to treat her right then if Chaewon was the one to answer, theoretically she might have a little crush on the Alpha. Everyone has their crushes written in their personal journal that they carry around like a voodoo doll. No big deal.

Then suddenly it is a big deal when Kazuha starts cooking for their breakfast while Chaewon catches the sight of the Alpha's broad back with a silly floral apron wrapped around her waist, bopping to Ariana Grande's discography. 

Then suddenly it is a big deal when Kazuha brings her home hot chocolate on winter evening and watches Netflix with her on the couch while they forgo their usual five feet apart rule. 

Then suddenly it is a big deal when Kazuha stays in her room after a quick private session just between them and lets the Omega pillow on her arm while she scrolls through her phone that gives Chaewon the sight of the Alpha's side profile and her stomach does this weird thing—flipping or tumbling, she has no idea what it is but Kazuha is there, she knows aftercare and that's what all that matters.

They make plans to watch Dr. Strange just because Sakura has a severe case of dilfphilia. Chaewon can't count how many times she'd watched this movie already.

Then,

Then there's the sound of the front door beeping. Damn Kazuha and her fondness for scaring people in the middle of the night. Chaewon looks over Sakura knowingly.

"You can stay for the night," She inquires.

"And hear you two bang all night? No thanks." Sakura finishes her second cup of earl gray, dusting off her ripped jeans and tank top. "I'll get going, you two can destroy the whole night now."

"We're not." 

"Sure, babe."

Chaewon turns bright red. Vindication is a crime and apparently she's a bigger dumbass when she's accused. Thus, a criminal. 

"You can stay in my room, I swear. Besides, I stole her shirt. She's not gonna be able to come here any time now."

Sakura judges her. "I'm not a second date around Omegas kind of thing, Chae. You know that." She chirps, eyeing the tacky oversized periodic table of elements shirt on Chaewon's lithe frame. "And...um based on my observations, you two seem like you're on good terms. Like I'm telling you, I'm not planning on being a hookup for you." 

Sakura scents Kazuha from where Chaewon is from. There's a faint stench of the Alpha emitted by that shirt alone, and hypothetically she concludes that it's the one that she stole from Kazuha. 

"And like, you smell bonded okay. You smell like she-who-shall-not-be-named."

Chaewon makes a face. "What the fuck?"

"Not the first time, I know." Sakura tuts disappointedly. "Work on your scent blockers too, miss. That solid scent blocker you're applying on your scent glands aren't working. I can already smell three STDs from here." She makes a slightly displeased expression, then realization. 

"Oh sorry, forgot that you're a virgin. Oof."

"Shut up, god just scram," 

Chaewon bulldozes Sakura towards the door. Since Sakura is much superior in her height and build, she resists the force. The two end up bickering for a good minute—Sakura weighing on the more logical arguments all while Chaewon's are just petty rebuttals.

The creak of the door is heard before they know it. Stench of an Alpha-like stronger and more dominant as it strike Chaewon's senses. Her fight with Sakura has come to a halt when two heads turn to the offender like she has sinned, or, well, close to that. Invading Chaewon's tranquil libido. 

Kazuha almost makes a question mark look on her face, nonetheless it's all auster, cold and unfriendly. Intimidating, perhaps. The difference in their height isn't helping her either.

The two seem like siblings toying with dangerous items.

"Too much for she's not gonna come here any time now, huh?" Sakura whispers under her breath, a roll in her eyes. 

Chaewon elbows her. "You bet I wanted this."

"Oh I do."

"Hi." Kazuha waves to Sakura.

Sakura furrows her eyebrows. Gets ready to leave. "Woah, I'm not a cougar. Anyways, it's been nice." It startles her that Kazuha almost freaks out when she pats her shoulder. 

"I–" Kazuha clears her throat. Pink shade scatters on her cheeks. "I-I was just greeting," She rubs her non-itchy nape.

"Girl toy," Sakura singsongs before Fortnite dancing her way to the exit. Her head pops from the exit and Chaewon trips over another mine whenever Sakura adds another word. "Use protection."

The door closes leaving the two of them. Or rather Chaewon being left recklessly abandoned.

Usually, Chaewon is the one who does the disenchanted verbal demonstration, petrified of Sakura's not-so-discreet sleeping buddy, Lee Chaeyeon from the dance department east wing where it normally starts with Sakura bursting into a tirade of sneaking Chaeyeon out of her flat through the window when her parents made a surprise visit. Not today, though. She has been caught like a deer in headlights wearing Kazuha's shirt with her strong pheromones reeking from it.

"You're wearing my shirt." Kazuha says nonchalantly, ogling on Chaewon's body exceeding and overlapping the appropriate level that the Omega has an urge to cover up even though she's fully dressed. 

Chaewon feels ashamed of herself. Not once did she ever feel anything close to this and it's all because she's wearing Kazuha's shirt. The pressing silence that wither between them is loud, and Chaewon is standing in a room where a stoic Kazuha is also taking form. Chaewon almost squeaks when Kazuha walks towards her and drops her nose to the section under Chaewon's ears and just below her jawline. 

"Oh–" Chaewon hiccups uncontrollably. "I can–"

"Keep it, unnie." Kazuha replies before Chaewon could even say anything else. "Seems like you need my pheromones as much as I do."

A quick lesson to Chaewon: scents don't drown that easily and scents aren't easily maneuvered manually but rather automatically by their emotional drive. One of the crucial factors why Kazuha is scenting her unpromptedly right now is because of the shift or quantum leap in the way she's acting right now. 

As much as Chaewon wants to exterminate herself from the interaction, she can't. Not when Kazuha is holding her firm in the arms, inhaling Chaewon's scent from her gland like she's made to take her. Not when Chaewon couldn't say a word or two and the only thing she can decipher right now is Kazuha is capturing a piece of her and not when Kazuha's pheromones are spraying particles of intoxicants in the atmosphere that Chaewon is inhaling.

"I'll wash it tomorrow." She mumbled, scratching her ears timidly. 

"Why are you so nervous, unnie?"

Clearing her throat, Chaewon gets all shy and hesitant about her wonderful proposition that she has planned in her head. But then again, she isn't one of those pure blooded Alphas who think with their knots. 

"Do you want to um.."

"What is it?" Kazuha looks at her strangely, doing this thing where she stares down and Chaewon gets weak to her knees. 

Chaewon mimes her hand in an up and down motion. Immediate regret dawns onto her when Kazuha turns pink and it's only then when she realizes how stupid of a question that is to someone who hasn't even had dinner yet.

"Sorry, the dinner's in the microwave." 

"I already ate on my way, how about you?" 

Kazuha leans her shoulder on the wall beside them, eye-to-eye while talking to Chaewon who cowers away and breaks the contact. What is confidence anyway? 

 "I watched Dr. Strange with Sakura-unnie." She told her. 

"Again?" 

Chaewon feels giddy at how Kazuha feigns her shock with the tone of her voice. "Yes, again. I'm surprised Chaeyeon wasn't complaining about it."

"Tell me about it." Kazuha rolls her sleeves to her forearm. "By the way, we're going to my parents' place by the end of the month."

Chaewon startles. "Why? Are you going to introduce me to them?"

Do you like me?

Kazuha smiles, canine teeth almost poking out. "I like unnie." Removing her neck tie, she tosses it to the ground and pecks on Chaewon's cheek that made the Omega's face burn at the suddenness of the gesture. "I'm going to introduce you to them, unnie. They'll like you so much."

"How'd you say so?" Chaewon taunts.

Kazuha unbuttons her vest. "Their daughter says so."

Chaewon turns bright red.

She wants to drool at the sight of the Alpha whom she can't even call her own. So here's the thing about involuntary possession: repression can be very fatal especially to her verbal constipation and jealousy is one of the prime reasons why there's an internal conflict inside her whenever someone thirsts over her situationship. Here's another thing about situationship: Chaewon does not have the right to remain jealous and be obsessive around an Alpha who's not bonded with her.

Kazuha goes back to the living room, returning with a cup of hot chocolate she often buys in the night markets in Seoul. She places the cup on Chaewon's study table, switching the lights off since the soft glow from her fish tank would suffice for the night. 

The Siamese fish snorkels and swishes in the water, seeming to find company in the almost vacant aquarium with a minimalist interior design. Kazuha likes to clean the tank every week even though the Siamese belong to Chaewon's custody if they ever end up in a quarrel.

"You should buy another Betta so Blue could make friends." Kazuha suggests wisefully. "They could widen their species too, maybe Blue's a shooter. You never know."

Chaewon judges the geek and tries to bear off the raunchiness implied in her statement. "I still don't understand why you named him Blue when he's red."

"I like being unique." Kazuha taps her index on Blue's tank, just enough to scare the Siamese off. "Do you think he'd make an awesome father?" She tries to ignore the mildly judgemental look on Chaewon's face that eventually softens with a laugh.

"What the hell, Zuha." The look on Chaewon's face is undecipherable. "You're weird you know."

Kazuha almost pouts. "What? First you sneak in Sakura-chan then you steal my shirt and now you're judging me?" She attempts for the most mistreated tone alas no use. "Try to be fair sometimes, unnie."

"I didn't do anything!" Chaewon holds her hands up in the air.

"You were judging me." Kazuha emphasizes the word 'judging', a sulking look painted on her face. "Still doing."

"I'm sorry, okay," Chaewon groans theatrically then static. She had never even noticed at first. She wouldn't even have noticed.

If she notices at first, she wouldn't have done it again. Having Kazuha like this in a far beyond domestically-ridden air is far beyond what she'd always dreamt of. The words that escaped her lips right after are atrocious for a pure blooded Alpha who cradles her pride with caution and nurses her ego like a newborn. Chaewon doesn't exactly know how it started, either levered by impulse or mental subsconscious that has got her saying:

"You're an Alpha, you should act like one."

Kazuha feels her blood run cold. The sweltering, thick blood pumped in her bloodstream drops its degree in the fall causing it to morph into a humid, frozen vein. Her heart drops to her stomach. Nothing comes first in her mind when she's achingly stung. Chaewon tries to relent by reaching for her arm that Kazuha only subtly avoids with an offended look on her face.

"Zuha," Chaewon calls out. "Sorry I–I didn't mean that–"

Kazuha is withdrawn by the statement but one thing about her is that she's reticent in her emotions. Chaewon loves to think that she's good at reading the room; twitch of Kazuha's lips at the unforthcoming comment, the minimum crinkle between her eyes that lines onto her emotions, battered by the societal inequality. Kazuha thought Chaewon was different after all these years. She isn't, as Kazuha learns, she's devious.

Kazuha's cheeks puff when she announces her leave. Chaewon wants to kiss that damn broody frown of hers away. 

"Goodnight, Chaewon unnie."

Chaewon falls silent. The door opens. Kazuha leaves. It closes again. She's all alone in the four sides of her room just because of a one stupid mistake. The corner of her eyes spotted the hot chocolate that has gone cold on the table that she really can't be bothered drinking. But since it was given by Kazuha, she'll try finishing the brew. 

Grabbing her Macbook, Chaewon rushes to her study table to turn on the lampshade and surf the internet (Quora) for the question 'how to apologize without actually apologizing.'

sakura

girl wtf

just apologize??? damn 

isn't that hard yk

r u dming reddit users rn

WHY R U USING REDDIT GIRL UR INSANE

JUST APOLOGIZE WTF

ur being dramatic 

You see, Chaewon spent 22 years trying to overcome her debacle with apologies. Ridiculous, a fact, but Chaewon had never really considered apologizing unless she's in the wrong—which, figuratively, never happens anyway. Being prone to oppression towards their kinds, Chaewon is used to being always in the right. 

The lightness of the grace and mercy shall be sided with her on the virtue of being a helpless, docile Omega she is. Chaewon likes to pull that statement whenever she gets picked on or literally just to have an advantage to be the first in line. Unfortunately Kazuha isn't just any Alpha for Chaewon to feel-free to guilt-trip on her existence.

Kazuha is…She's literally the epitome of all Alpha to ever exist. Alpha equals pride in Chaewon's vocabulary. Hence, Kazuha is one of the most prideful Alphas out there. While Kazuha might be sleeping peacefully, Chaewon is up the whole night regressing to her sweet persona for all of the ego she had bruised and how she made the only Alpha she's capable of withstanding upset at her.

Chaewon gapes at the Reddit post she had made under r/AmITheAsshole that had an engagement of three thousand incels.

chimkaewon0801

I [22F] just told my roommate [19F] in pure accident that she's an Alpha and she should act like one. Roommate and I have been living under the same roof for three years and have been doing dirty little secrets that only the both of us know (not rlly) and not once I had told her that she's impotent and…vanilla? That's not my concern, at least. Roommate seems very conscious of asserting dominance these past few days and she seems very insecure about her…Alphaness? AITA?

There are a thousand of proud upvotes in that post alone with a cesspool of fellow Omegas who's consoling her cathartic release all while there are also a bunch of Alphas who tell her that she is, in fact, an asshole for telling that. In Chaewon's defense, it was just a mishap so when she apologizes to her dear roommate then her assertion is definitely justified. Her eyes darted across the reply from user anonyme.

anonyme

NTA I'm an Alpha and honestly I don't care about the societal influence whether an Alpha should be more "impotent" or "domineering", rather. Ngl it does bruise my ego a little but we get used to it eventually. My advice: apologize to your Alpha and blow her ;)

Chaewon turns scarlet when she blinks a couple of times. What's so hard about apologizing and giving her the best head right after? Okay. She can deal with this. For now she just needed a small reinforcement before the gale. Chaewon gives up with a defeated sigh and oscillates on the gaming chair with both her knees pressed to her chest, contemplating about her life decisions. She sips on the straw of her empty chocolate milk that creates a gurgle sound.

Maybe it is her fault. Maybe she should really apologize for being a condescending pathetic Omega who looks down on every Alphas. She feels the quarter of crises crawling back onto her when she rereads the reply. Fuck. Kazuha isn't even her Alpha and she's two cans of beer sober from asking her what are we? 

Okay. Heaving the big girl pants, Chaewon makes a firm decision to apologize to Kazuha and exit her Omega cave. 

When she leaves her room, she is greeted with a wonderful sight of the Physics textbook tented on Kazuha's face. Chaewon knows the feeling. 

The couch dips because of her presence. She carefully reaches for the textbook to settle it on the side table, admires the sleeping beauty. For an Alpha, Kazuha is sublime; the tall sculpt of her nose, long eyelashes that compels Chaewon to dive deeper in that hole that she's drawn into, plump lips that Chaewon had always wondered how it taste like, the perfect carving of her chisel-like jawline, and raven hue of her flowing hair that has seen the best and worst of all days. 

She is ethereal.

Chaewon steadies her fists in her lap to repress, afraid of the repercussions if she ever misbehaves and kisses the sleeping Alpha. The heavens must really enjoy the internal meltdown she experiences around Kazuha every time. Chaewon turns to her again to see if she's awake so she could begin with her half-assed apology.

"Not gonna lie, seeing you have an existential crisis is amusing. That's a first." Kazuha then speaks that freaks the shit out of Chaewon's calmness. "Are you planning to degrade my dominance again, unnie?"

Chaewon's eyebrows are knitted. "Kazuha."

"Hm?"

"I—" Chaewon gets a split second vision of her remaining dignity seducing her. "Nevermind."

"Okay." Kazuha looks at the digital clock. 1:47 PM. "Karina-unnie will be here any time now, you play with your toys or I don't know, unnie, she might be a little distracted if you're here."

Chaewon doesn't believe her ears. Having a territorial nature towards an oblivious Alpha, as she had come across in the occurrence, has only one potential answer: she can get slightly miffed. Or. Well. Miffed is an understatement to what Chaewon is feeling right now because personally, she knows Karina. 

She used to be the girl next door who excelled in all types of outdoor activities with a big rep in academic integrity. In freshman year, she was the girl Kazuha had the biggest crush on. Popular amongst the teens, be it Alpha or Omega. Chaewon feels a half of envy invading her.

"Oh." 

Kazuha looks puzzled. "Oh?"

"Should I cook for her?" Chaewon's mouth, as she asks that, is bitter. Hollow.

"Ah, no need. I brought food earlier when you were asleep." Kazuha smiles at her. "You should eat, unnie. You can't hide in your room forever."

"Do you want me to interact with Karina then?" The words come out so pathetic from Chaewon's mouth, licorice with a bittersweet emulsion of black coffee. "Maybe you want me to help with your research too."

Kazuha holds Chaewon's cold hands, pressure-free, a sweet smile etched on her lips. 

Kazuha is holding her hand.

Something runs from inside Chaewon's vein that twinges before it even reaches her sanity. The aching desire to kiss her remains, it lingers and loiters across her vein. Kazuha's eyes imprisons her soul. There's a quotation that festers in this damnation. Chaewon has read it countless times. Victor Hugo. The fresh sepia memory leaps back onto her. 

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. 

It's an unusual thought, and dear God Kazuha is only holding her hand for her to feel so many staggering hypotheses. How could someone be so beguiling and naive at the same time? 

Chaewon glances over Kazuha's direction. It's like a birth of the unwanted feeling all over again, the reigning of ambiguity. Somewhere in Kim Chaewon's frontal cortex expands—unlocks a new universe. And it explodes. Erupts like the Big Bang theory or perhaps there's a black hole sucking their presence in.

When Nakamura Kazuha speaks, Chaewon feels the reset of the vortex. The clap of physical existence. Snap of the real world pulling them in like a gravitational force.

"You don't need to step out of your comfort zone for me, Chaewon-unnie." 

Chaewon thaws.

"No, Zuha, we can't use 50 respondents." Karina starts. "That's ten too many times to correspond with. I'm not burning my ass drafting that."

"Then I'll do the calculation? I teach freshman year basic Excel language. Don't underestimate me unnie." Kazuha leans on the couch with her palms on the back of her head, smug.

"No idiot. We're doing qualitative research in the first place, dumbass."

"Oh."

"Stupid."

Kazuha frowns then gestures a broken heart. "Dare you say that to an Alpha."

Karina chuckles melodiously. Chaewon jabs her pancake with a little too much force. She peeks through the kitchen over the counter's island while drinking hot milk from her Hello Kitty mug. 

She blindly dumps salt on her milk instead of sugar. Chaewon wants to scream once tasted. It never happened. Instead, she chokes dramatically that catches the other two's attention. She belatedly realizes that she's reenacting that one gagging cat meme that Kazuha has been spamming in the GC lately. 

Kazuha asked first. "Unnie, are you okay?"

"The pancakes are all torn." Karina follows conspicuously.

"Just…" Chaewon returns to the crisp woman that she is before the embarrassing display of wide stupidity. Her eyes meet Karina's dark brown orbs with a mischievous smile on her lips. "These stupid bugs."

It has been the fifth day of Karina lounging in their apartment because of their research. That means Chaewon's fifth day in her throes of denial that she isn't jealous. But it's completely fine. Chaewon had already accepted that she couldn't escape the shackles of her fate. Besides, Karina is nice. 

Karina brings her boxes of donuts. Karina washes her own dishes in the sink. Karina's pheromones don't have any metaphysical reactions to Kazuha's saccharine sweetness when Chaewon spends ten minutes observing the atmosphere.

Although she may not be a pure blooded Omega, Chaewon is the one to say that it is pleasant to have her company. Nothing too wicked about two Omegas and an Alpha under the same roof. She can deal with her. She'd gone through worse, believe her.

"What's up?" 

"Damn it!" Chaewon whisper-yells to the perpetrator. "You scare the shit out of me all the time, what the hell?"

Sakura, the devil incarnate whom she left in her room watching Resident Evil, appears out of nowhere. Her arm is schlepped with salted vinegar chips and root beer, and there is a flashy pink egirl headphone hooked around her neck for the character. There she notices the Alpha and Omega (spoiler: not Chaewon) cackling on the carpeted floor, occupied with the works on their laptop. That, or each others' company.

"Ooh you're jealous," She stage whispers, orbiting Chaewon's peripheral vision while the younger orients herself with torturing the pancake on her plate. 

"I'm not."

"Why are you so defensive then?"

"Shut up or I'll slit your throat."

"Feisty," Sakura chuckles out loud, the rancid crumbles of the salted vinegar chips powdering everywhere. "But you do realize that Karina doesn't stand a chance against Kazuha?"

Chaewon lasers a hole at the back of Karina's skull. "Don't care. Didn't ask."

The older Omega watches beside her and weighs the intensity between Chaewon's burning gazes versus Karina's impish smirk. It's her time to intervene when Chaewon stands to announce a catfight. 

"Now you just sound pathetic." Sakura tells her in-a-matter-of-factly. Chaewon looks at her oddly. "I know that look. Back. Here. Sit and behave. Kazuha wouldn't like her research mate's scalp to turn into smithereens before they even defend their study."

"I was just gonna grab packs of sugar."

"Oh." Sakura lets go of her wrist. "Don't go near the two, you might be sabotaging their study and they won't even notice."

Chaewon squints real hard and forfeits her journey to governing the world and Regina Georging her way into tugging Karina's bangs like an imaginary bell in those Medieval bell towers she sees in films.

In virtue of her dumb luck, Kazuha appears like a fungi in front of them, a small plate of Chiffon cake in her hand.

She places it on the counter and slides it in Chaewon's direction. Slowly. "For you." 

"Don't I get anything?" Sakura complains.

"There's, uh, more in the box." Kazuha scratches her cheeks in a bashful manner. "I'll get a slice for you, I'll be right back."

When Kazuha is scampering her way to get another slice of cake, Sakura, who's supposedly on a Keto diet, is grinning victoriously when Kazuha returns with another plate just for her pleasure.

"Feels good to be evil." She even boasted.

Chaewon remains silent as she watches the Chiffon cake crumble along with her mental resolve upon discovery that Kazuha is wearing a muscle tee. Her sculpted biceps are flexed against the offending piece of clothing, and she gets the slight view of her well-defined abs on the fitted shirt. Great. 

Was all the amassed effort trying to banish Kazuha's breach of human rights invading her thoughts and privacy derailed this hard just because she's exploiting her Alpha nature? Lord, give her strength.

"Do you workout?" Sakura asks between chews, pointing the fork to the Alpha. Chaewon wants to bang her head on the counter. 

"Uh, yes I do." 

"Your sched?"

Kazuha is really hesitant about this. Chaewon seems to notice as her pheromones alter a little bit. "I do upper body from Monday to Tuesday, legs from Wednesday to Thursday and the rest are cardio."

"Woah. That's so cool."

Sakura goes from a gunshot to her head gesture that seems to be translated as 'mind blowing' to not giving an ounce of care when she stuffs a mouthful of Chiffon cake inside her mouth. Chaewon thinks she's probably challenging her internal spirit again whether she can fit the whole slice in her mouth or not. 

"I'm actually her gym buddy, you guys don't know?" 

"Oh, unnie, I just slid two plates of cake so they can have too." Kazuha looks at Karina archly, a hand settles on her waist when she stands next to her. The Alpha's hand placement really does something to Chaewon's stomach. 

Karina only smiles. Chaewon is confident that this woman is sent by the government to run an experiment to Kazuha. "What are you talking about?" 

"My gym schedule…" Kazuha's face is on fire, words pulling a tread little by little. Chaewon looks at her fist then looks at Karina's face.

"Fuck!"

There's a rumble and gunshot heard. Distantly, there's Sakura playing codm in the corner. Chaewon wonders about the use of her revolting egirl headphones if she's not going to use them.

By the time Kazuha and Karina return to their research, Sakura is by her side again with a repulsive knowing look and studies the scowl on Chaewon's face.

"You're definitely jealous." She pokes Chaewon's puffed cheeks and Chaewon tries not to split her finger in half. 

No way she's not. She just literally pulled Wooper from Pokemon the last time they went to a costume party (it was Heejin's idea) and almost made out with her (she was cosplaying Kirby, by the way).

How could Chaewon ever lie? She is more annoyed at the fact that Kazuha fled and didn't even say goodbye (they're still under the same roof) when she's going back to her research. It's not the fact that they're spending time giggling right now while she drills a hole to their existence. Chaewon feels like that one episode in Spongebob where he buried himself with sand.

Sakura still has that look. By that moment, Chaewon's Chiffon cake is demolished in particles but is left untasted. 

"What?" 

"You're being too obvious," Sakura wants to laugh. "You're fucked up that's for sure. Oh I can hear the boiling kettle. Oh it's simmering now."

"Damn you." Chaewon murmurs, murders her cake once again for good measure.

Anyway she's not jealous. Chaewon shoves Sakura's face away when she puckers her lips and almost kisses her without any consent. To a crystal clear eyesight, there is still Kazuha's hand guiding Karina's on the mouse as they fix something in the laptop.

The deafening laugh from Sakura starts to blur from reality. Suddenly she is hypnotizing her with a clairvoyance clock.

"You have been cursed eternally for developing real feelings for Kazuha aka your roommate and an Alpha," Sakura chants in the best clairvoyant tone. "You'll never wake up from this endless gloom of a nightmare."

Sakura takes her grand exit running like a chicken without a head and even stubbing her toe on the door frame. Chaewon pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

She breathes noisily, wondering why she is so irritated at the thought of Kazuha holding Karina's hand.

There are days when they are too awkward.

Chaewon treks outside. It's the end of her botched mid-year assessment that traditionally deserves a contagious amount of caffeine in one of her favorite vending machines nearby the Interdisciplinary STS department. These past few days had been glorified to her, not much presence of Karina in their apartment either due to their finished research wherein Chaewon guaranteed that after witnessing the chronic P.D.A of the two, then she'll retreat and forever harbor her feelings for Kazuha.

She slips coins in the vending machine to pick a mind-boggling drink that can get her chucking the imaginary ball of feelings towards Kazuha to another dimension. Perhaps, one where Chaewon doesn't exist. 

Pops the brew open. Gulps a mouthful. Chaewon leans against the brick wall near dilapidated establishments with a riveting sight of the city at night and the vague radiance of the vending machine supplying her the visibility's precision. In there she finds bravery at the drop degree of temperature and she's drinking cold brew in the evening.

"I thought you're not an enthusiast of caffeine." 

Chaewon makes a discombobulated noise before regaining her expertise for composure. "You're everywhere I go."

"You're everywhere I'm headed to." Kazuha quips silently. Her soft features are subtly covered by the Balenciaga cap on her head, a duffel bag slung on her shoulder and so does a towel. Must be her post-workout, Chaewon thinks.

She doesn't respond, instead she takes a long swig from her brew to let the caffeine do its favor for her liquid courage. She can see how Kazuha gets all twitchy at the interaction. They don't speak for a while, only glances are exchanged, meaningful looks from Kazuha as if she's pleading to return the gazes but they are often swerved by her fragility. 

It makes her nervous, knowing that Kazuha is a feelings-averse Alpha sleeping with someone who has attachment issues. The feeling in her gut is flipping—so strange that Chaewon avoids her even in her peripheral vision.

Between them is an astronomical barrier shaped as Karina or Joohyun or anyone else Kazuha has knotted in her former histories. Chaewon isn't surprised. A little bugged, however.  

"My mom said that she's excited to meet you." Kazuha casually tells her, sipping from her strawberry milk drink. Ten feet apart from each other, Chaewon has two feet and the courage to make it five. 

It takes a painful amount of discomfort for Chaewon to appreciate Kazuha's efforts in initiating a conversation. Kazuha is very hard to ignore, and it doesn't take long for Chaewon to start acknowledging her presence while disregarding her feelings no more.

"Tell her I'm just as excited as her." Chaewon replies back, savoring the bittersweet taste of the coffee in her tongue. 

Kazuha beams. "You'll love her bento boxes."

"I'm looking forward to it." Chaewon purposely says in her flattest tone.

The strings of Kazuha's sweatpants aren't tied into a ribbon, the chances of it dropping to her pelvic bones are risky. Chaewon's finger itches to do something about it. Before sidetracking because looking at someone in that way is not classy. And really just inappropriate.

"Uh," she clears her throat. "I'm just gonna go study for the next lesson."

Kazuha's ears are perked up. There's a wanting feeling to grab her wrist and make her stay, as selfish as that sounds. It never goes beyond that, because Kazuha has a mastery skill in self-control. Watches Chaewon stare in anticipation like there's something left unspoken. 

"Kazuha what." Finally, finally Chaewon speaks up. 

"I was thinking of walking with you..." Kazuha trails off when a sheen of sweat forms on Chaewon's forehead. "Home."

Chaewon swallows the pride. "Sure."

"Okay."

Being with Kazuha is like walking in a park. Except that it's filled with gigantic dinosaurs and it's named Jurassic Park. Chaewon glares at the shadow of Kazuha's height incomparable to hers under the street lights. Huffs silently, she attempts to walk faster but Kazuha beats her effortlessly. Damn tall people and their privileges. 

Stillness stands between them, a huge truck comes to break the course of the silence. Desperate to destroy the silence, Kazuha grabs Chaewon by the wrist. Then lets go.

"Heejin said that we should start getting closer." Kazuha mumbles, finger playing with the strings of her sweatpants and the other one clamped around the misty bottle of strawberry milk.

Chaewon hums curiously. "Aren't we already close?"

"No, like," A beat. "Like casual friends." The last part comes out as a whisper. Kazuha feels fidgety looking beside her at Chaewon's direction.

"We are friends, silly." Chaewon breaks character and giggles. "You're being weird again."

Kazuha wants to be a little selfish and knock her teeth and tongue with her own. A wave of relief tides over her, feeling the warmth among the presence of the sweet Omega. 

They arrive at the apartment where Chaewon kicks her shoes off. When the light opens, it dangles across the beauty of Chaewon's face, shimmying beyond her splendid God-sculpted face. For a second Kazuha forgets how to breathe. The strap of Chaewon's tank top slides loosely down her shoulders. And the bone on Kazuha's jaw tenses in the slightest fraction, fingers twitching to do something about it.

"What." 

Chaewon feels vulnerable under the ivory eyes, pheromones that clouds the area that the scent could even spill in the hallways of their apartment. Nothing could have explained to her the feeling that she felt when Kazuha walked to her. Slings the strap on Chaewon properly to primp her just right with both her hands on the Omega's willow frame. 

"Your clothes." Kazuha deadpans. No inflections in her voice at all. Her pheromones betray her nonetheless; a ferocious tiger-esque aura. "It's too loose."

Chaewon flushes deep red and squeaks surprisedly before taking her grand departure to her room. Leans on the door with a wild thrumming in her heart. Embraces the feeling of Kazuha's finger on her shoulder. Her eyes spot the bright pink toy on her shelves. Contemplates whether to use the toy or suffer just because Kazuha touched her. Then panes her gaze on the mirror where she sees her disheveled state because what the hell just happened. 

Being an Omega is a nightmare.

Chaewon never asks for sex.

For starters, that's just undignified and secondly, that's an uncharted water to ask for when you're an under-experienced Omega who hasn't experienced a knot and takes suppressant her entire life. 

They don't talk about penetration. Sure, they made a diplomatic agreement towards their mutually beneficial deal, but that doesn't mean shedding your dignity just to ask for sex and maybe she does suck Kazuha and the Alpha as to eating her out more often than not but penetration is a different catch napper. 

Once in a blue moon Chaewon feels the aching desire of human touch and never did she ask Kazuha for any humane treatment.

Like any other day, both of them watch Netflix before the subscription expires since their fridge is as empty as their bank accounts. Chaewon wades out of the room for her Ponyo plushie but when she returns, Kazuha's legs are suddenly residents of couchsville. 

“Is there anything wrong,” Kazuha's voice is soft as she asks that, like she's baffled by Chaewon's emergence from the room who returns with a stuffed novelty toy. Uncomfortable to say at least—then that makes the two of them.

Chaewon isn't really a big fan of…domination. What she is, however, is a magnanimous commoner that is why she lets Kazuha's limbs on the couch while she scoots over the corner and puts her faith in the trusty springs of the furniture.

What the fuck is she going to say? That she wants sex for god's sake? Chaewon would rather bathe in the gutter than vocalize about her needs. Nothing could have prepared her for what comes next from Kazuha's mouth though.

“You smell like an Omega in heat.” 

Chaewon scrambles in her own words and her first instinct was to retreat and to apply a decent amount of scent blockers. The awkwardness-ridden atmosphere threatens to kill Chaewon first if she doesn't do anything to stop her pheromones from getting worse.

"Is it—" She looks apprehensively curious, covering the scent gland behind her ears with her hands. "Is it that bad?" 

“No, no. You're fine.” Kazuha doesn't look at her to avoid the increase of tension between them. "Is it the time of the month?"

Chaewon presses her knees to her chest and hugs her Ponyo plushie. “No. Not yet, I already took suppressants the last time. It should be by the mid of next month."

Kazuha eyes the calendar on the wall where there's a tiger emoji by the 20th of June. In due course of her shit luck, there is a swan emoji in the upcoming few days indicating her rut cycle when she has pledged that their trip to her parents' house will not be deterred.

"Ah shit." Kazuha sighs helplessly.

"Why?"

"My rut cycle is near."

Chaewon then looks at her. Bold move because when Kazuha turns her head, their eyes lock.  “We could stay in here if you want? I'll be in Sakura-unnie's place for the meantime and you could—" The pill is really hard to swallow. "You could bring Omegas here to sate your rut."

For a few moments, everyone is silent. Horrified looks from both of them in the room as the nimbus clouds to them in a descending manner tells Chaewon that Kazuha is uneasy. Chaewon has never heard silence quite this loud.

In hopes to break it, Chaewon speaks her internal thoughts: "I bought kales earlier. It's on sale."

Kazuha's face unwinds and Chaewon can tell the exact moment realization hits her as to why there is a shedload of kales in the fridge. Desperate to reply, Kazuha nods, still, she looks like she's on the verge of erupting. 

Distraction stays in the middle as Chaewon's pheromones still blanket her like a vast halo. 

“I like kale.” Kazuha finally says before triggering Chaewon's hair-irritant madness for not replying.

Chaewon snorts, the tension is still there but it decreases when Kazuha fails to hide the grin on her face. “I was helping the farmers, you know.”

Kazuha shuts her lips in a thin line resulting in the plumping of her cheeks. Her eyebrows cock upwards when Chaewon says that. Did she ever mention that hospitality is an attractive thing? Kazuha is impressed.

"That's nice."

Chaewon buries her face on her knees, afraid that the smile on Kazuha's face will bleed right through her dreams.

The ending credits roll across the screen. Chaewon has zero idea what the movie was all about. All she did was to withdraw from the situation and dash to her room to apply scent blockers because she is a weak bitch and she can't even ask Kazuha for sex. From the outside she could hear the Alpha offering her dinner. Life goes on.

Her peace doesn't last long, however. Screech of the door is heard. All of a sudden Kazuha is there. Standing in front of her.

Almost like a grotesque apparition, it disappears. What the fuck. Chaewon freezes. Is she hallucinating? She groans desperately on her pillow in despair.

Good to know that even when she smells like an Omega in heat, then it still doesn't change the fact that Kazuha still won't go down and eat her out. Amazing. Spectacular. Life-changing. 

A knock on the door.

"Dinner is ready."

Chaewon flops down on her bed and doesn't move an inch, mourning the blue balls. Give this Alpha an award or something.

“What do we do on Friday.” Chaewon suddenly asks one day. “When we go to your parents' house?”

Kazuha stops scrolling through her phone. “Be yourself, I don't need you to pretend or something like that."

Naturally, Chaewon would be nervous about meeting Kazuha's parents. This discussion will once be over but maybe it is such a ground-breaking idea to tackle about this when they're post-fucks. Chaewon thinks there is no other better way than discussing this type of intimacy. Who knows when a day later they could be completely ignoring each others' presence while the other day Kazuha's hands are all over her body feeling her skin locked in her head.

They end up on Kazuha's makeshift nest, as always, when not immediately after Chaewon has yelped Kazuha's name several times, she is digesting the thought of meeting the Alpha's parents this weekend. 

“No, like, are they strict,” Chaewon mumbles. “If we go there and I don't have a single idea of what they like and what they don't to an Omega then I could die….in shame.”

“Chaewon-unnie, you don't need to talk to them if you don't want to. Talking isn't necessary.”

Chaewon conceals the pout on her face. “Let's just hope I don't disappoint them.”

“You won't.” Kazuha lets her fingers skate against the bruise on Chaewon's thigh. The Omega shivers at the contact, whimpering when Kazuha presses on to it with the slightest force. "They would love you."

Chaewon's eyebrows pinch together despite the distraction. “And your rut? By the time your rut hits you, we should be here already.”

It's not a problem, Kazuha thinks. They'll be home after two days, a day earlier from her cycle. If her rut ever hits her while they're on the road, Kazuha could navigate their way to the nearest hotel and book two rooms to divide their space. She'd gone through suppressed ruts her whole life. If not, Kazuha has two hands and a toy to sate herself. All she needs is for Chaewon to be gone then she'll be fine. As long as the Omega's out of her eyesight and earshot then she'll survive without breaking.

“That's gonna be the least of our concern right now. We could book two rooms in a hotel nearby or I could drive faster so we can get here on time.” Kazuha says. “But, um, what are your plans when my cycle starts?”

“The usual,” Chaewon replies, no intonations in her voice or whatsoever.

“I can stay in Sakura-unnie's house for a while and for the meantime you can already call a fling that can sate your rut. Or, if not, like you said, we can book two rooms in a hotel. I'll make sure to apply scent blockers so it won't…” Chaewon's face is on fire. "So it won't make your rut worse since—um, since we can't do that anyway."

Kazuha's hand is incredibly distracting as it caresses Chaewon's thigh. The time allotted for the discussion of what's gonna happen when Kazuha's rut begins has made the embarrassment known that Chaewon is naked, laying in bare stupor and Kazuha is wearing an animated Baby Metal shirt with only boxers for her bottom part. Chaewon wants to abort so badly when Kazuha's hair strands fall on her face. The Alpha scooches closer to her that her hard-on touches Chaewon's naked core. She squeaks.

“Why can't we do that?” Kazuha asks. “Am I still a threat to you?"

“No, you're fine. It's, um. I'm under-experienced, okay,” Chaewon tries not to startle, swallowing thickly when Kazuha nips on the junction of her neck and shoulder. “As much as I'd want you to, I can't afford the, um, shame? There are plenty of fish in the sea. There's Joohyun-unnie from the Aviation school. And–and, like, we're not bonded. We're not a couple.”

“Sure, we're not,” Kazuha purses her lips in understanding. She continues to nip on Chaewon's flesh until she could already tell how soaked the Omega is already. “Okay, I understand you. No mating.”

"I haven't really ventured in mating yet and, um. It's not that kind of a big deal.” Chaewon shrugs it off with a watery laugh. “I'm not—it's not a big deal. Maybe days or weeks from now I'm already cradled by two to three Alphas. You never know what's gonna come in the future and—and like, uh, suppressants are still budget-friendly in the markets. I can live.”

“Two to three Alphas, ” Kazuha says, the octaves in her voice dropping, very uncharacteristic of her. An ugly feeling of a beast seemed like a formidable opponent. “What happened to monogamy and loyalty?”

Chaewon's face is borderline awkward and aroused. The subtle press of Kazuha's fingertips runs across her thighs, purposely pressing on her bruise in a hue of violet. Kazuha clearly remembers the origin of the blemishes. One of them is from when she was home early and Chaewon smells like a second date around an Alpha kind of thing with the strong whiff of an Alpha musk leaking from her body. 

Due to the inevitable green-tinged beast beckoning to escape her throat when she finds out that Chaewon smells like an Alpha, she bricked her up against the doorframe and asks her which perfume she uses.

Kazuha couldn't have counted the times she licked Chaewon up that night until her tongue goes numb and her dick goes limp, getting off to the thought of the Omega while she rubbed her pheromones off of her body and absentmindedly transfers it to Chaewon. 

When their post-fuck clarity hits them, they end up in the kitchen for dinner while Kazuha studies how Chaewon struggles to walk properly where the Omega only gaped at her, worded by: "Is this how you conduct your experiment by observation after making me forget my own name?" 

Eventually Kazuha carries her to the shower which ultimately leads to spontaneous sex anyway. 

“Two to three Alphas are never too much,” Chaewon speaks. “I thought Alphas are born naturally polygamous? Don't you all Alphas generally find more than three Omegas to sate when you're in your rut? What happened to monogamy and loyalty?”

It's not a lie. Chaewon was raised by an Alpha and an Omega nestled by the gold bounds of this damnation. Her mother was forced to marry her father because she was pregnant with his daughter by that time. Talk about monogamy? Chaewon wants to bark out a laugh. It's a fever dream thought, a pure blooded Alpha who believed in monogamy. 

But, as they say, time flies and it's the new generation now. Arranged marriage doesn't exist anymore and for who the hell is Chaewon even kidding when she's committing to pre-marital sex with an Alpha whom she can't even call hers?

“You're overthinking it again, not all Alphas desire to be polygamous." Kazuha muses.

Chaewon huffs out a laugh. “Talk to me when you're done lying."

Kazuha's grip on Chaewon's thighs falters, and the tightness is threaded by her fingers by and by. Her knuckles brush softly against her skin, letting it linger longer than she'd want to. Chaewon gets out of control. 

“I don't spit on your face and tell you it's raining,” Kazuha whispers, assuring Chaewon of her ulterior motive. “I wouldn't wanna share my Omega too if I ever had one. Would you?”

"Never."

Kazuha then smiles. "Then that makes the two of us."

On Chaewon's fourth orgasm post-nut clarity, her mind swims with unresolved equations when all in her hindsight is Kazuha's head huddled in between her legs. Chaewon is silent in the first few seconds. She thinks of how twisted bullcrappery this is and it festers her to know that she'll never receive the love that Kazuha gives. It would be commendable to have a company in this devastating world. Except Chaewon believes in the beauty of solitude—but there's still an unwanted longing that burns within her whenever she looks at Kazuha.

“Did you know,” Kazuha slides her tongue on the topography of Chaewon's bruises. "That you bruise so, so easily?"

“I do,” Chaewon shivers, fully indulging onto the fleeting touches. “Did you also know that you're the first Alpha to bruise me,” she asks, letting her fingers tiptoe on Kazuha's pelvic bones, and to the waistband of her boxers. Her deft hand finds its way into palming the clothed bulge. “On my neck, my chest, even my inner thighs.”

Kazuha hums interestedly. "I'm an Alpha now." She lets her finger travel on the hollow of Chaewon's ribs, tracing her soft skin. 

"Weren't you an Alpha all this time?" Chaewon's breath hitches, but accommodates, and invites. 

"Your Alpha?" 

Kazuha's voice is teasing, and Chaewon is down horrible at the unearthed boost of ego that makes her puff up in Alpha pride. Chaewon deems their small squabble about the nature of true Alphaness only a distant memory at this point.

Like a thunder ripped from the sky, Chaewon crawls beneath the Alexandre Turpault sheet to meet Kazuha's hardness breaking into life. Chaewon takes out the Alpha's thick dick, pumping the cum-lathered girth that she could barely wrap with a hand. Kazuha breathes the undertones of Chaewon's abrasive pheromones; jasmine's art of vanilla.

Chaewon kisses her temple. "Unless I'm your Omega then you could say that."

Kazuha's still tall and hard, which makes it easier for Chaewon to let her tongue tease around its circumference with a precum spurting from its slit. Her hands surface like lightning as she strokes Kazuha's dick, quick and tight inside her enclosed fist. Abruptly, Kazuha grabs a handful of Chaewon's hair locks before letting her lips sink encircled around her big dick, tired of all the atrocious teasing.

“Pretty,” Kazuha rasps, bucking her hips upwards to feel the palate of Chaewon's throat. “You're always so pretty with my dick in your mouth, you know that? Just wanna take a picture of how lewd you look right now. You'd love it, my girl."

My girl. Chaewon sucks harder than before, puffed up in her Omega pride that the vanilla stench of jasmine distantly morphs into something more potent—a true nature of such Omega. It's a dizzyingly good thought, Kazuha calling her her own. Her girl. My girl. It doesn't take long for Kazuha to feel the impending orgasm that was followed by the second, third, fourth—she'd lost count. 

First was when Chaewon slaps the head of her dick on the surface of her tongue where there she made sure that Kazuha would've carve her name into her bedpost with her hard dick enveloped by Chaewon's mounds, allowing herself to pinch her nipples as she thrusts around the girl's breasts. The following are what was left on Kazuha's right sanity, she's still not enough of the heroine, she fears.

“Fuck, Chaewon,” Kazuha groans deeply, submerging herself in the feeling of Chaewon's tongue still intact with her sore dick. Her hair is a tangled hot mess, her eyes hooded and hypnotic, like she's bound to ruin Kazuha's life with just a snap of a finger. “I wanna knot you baby, I—ah, shit, I've always wanted to do that. That you'd feel so good around my knot, that," Kazuha's mouth parts for a moan. "That you'd feel so good around me, you know that?"

In great aghast, Chaewon trails off but the muscle on her lips twitches into a slytherin tug. Kazuha is so desperate like this, and nothing can make her sublimity even more celestial than this. Her eyes are in peak bloom, irises in fragments of broken hairlines with another universe in its depth, her hand that rakes the Omega's dark hair, her pretty mouth spilled with such blasphemy. Chaewon lets Kazuha indulge in the drunken words that are often believed to be sober thoughts. Bullshit, Chaewon thinks.

You like me? Yeah? 

Say it.

They have classes tomorrow. Chaewon doesn't major in skipping classes for the quick fucks in the bathroom inside Kazuha's department building just to be worrying about having classes the next morning especially when she knows that the escapism dread is real when it comes to the Alpha stench wafting from her figure and Sakura's diabolical judgement. It is starting to get disconcerting when feelings begin to involve, apparently. 

“I have ointments in the drawer,” Kazuha tells later, drying her hair using a towel with an embroidered animated tiger after their session that made Chaewon end up eating cheap convenience store microwave dinner on the Alpha's bed and even wearing her clothes that smells just like her. The bruises on Chaewon's skin is enough for Kazuha to make an inquiry. "I'll patch you up."

Chaewon eyes the bruises. "It's not that bad."

Kazuha presses a bruise lightly. Chaewon whimpers.

"Not bad." Kazuha hums. "I was thinking of treating you for my roughness."

Chaewon considers.

"There's a mating bite on your neck." Heejin would say. Kazuha would fly a hand to cover her neck and ignore the heat crawling on her face.

She could have choked on pizza if she's not well-maintained. "It's —" Turns redder before even supplementing a proper defense. "It's not a mating bite."

"Yup, definitely a mating bite." Minjeong whistles, shoving Cheetos in her mouth.

Kazuha wants to scream. "No it's not." Her voice almost cracks embarrassingly. "It was just mosquitoes, there were plenty last night."

"Whatever you believe." 

Heejin's grin widens ever more, successfully hogging the territory of Kazuha's ps5 in some day alone in the apartment when Chaewon is late because of her classes. 

Kazuha rushes to the bathroom to stare at the hickey-confused-as-a-mating-bite on the junction of her neck and shoulder. Opens the closet on the wall to grab a concealer. Does her magic for being a whiz at makeups. Then at the corner she spots Chaewon's rubber tiger in the bathtub. 

Rubber tiger? 

You're the sweetest Omega in the world.

Kazuha realizes she's fucked up for thinking how someone older than her deserves to be treated like her baby. Her reflection stares back at her in the mirror, rehearsing a way to tell the Omega to stop marking her because her friends are nosy. Prepared to meet the outside world, she is greeted by the wonderful sight of Chaewon in her school uniform, tying her hair up with the hair tie between her teeth. 

"Hi." Chaewon's eyes are pinned on her.

Panic rises when Kazuha sees her two friends on the carpet grinning foolishly. The urge to suffocate their faces using the couch pillows remains.

"The mosquito has arrived." Heejin announces through her best AI voice, throwing her head back in laughter along with Minjeong who's spouting crumbs of Cheetos on the floor while she's at it.

"Huh?" Chaewon is confused.

"Don't," Kazuha almost yells, but eventually her voice hushes down. "Listen to them please."

Chaewon only smiles. Kazuha knows how tired she is. "There's your favorite strawberry milk in the fridge." She removes her necktie, walking to her own room. Not before she plants a peck on Kazuha's cheeks that always leaves the Alpha in a hot mess. "Goodnight, Zuha."

The door to Chaewon's room closes. 

Minjeong taps her shoulder, a sinister laugh escaping her lips. "You're fucked up for real."

"Definitely." Heejin agrees.

Kazuha thirds the statement.

Kazuha picks Chaewon up after class on Friday afternoon; a luxurious vantablack Cadillac parked in front of the university's gate. Chaewon rolls her eyes and removes one of her headset at the display view of Kazuha wearing her slim white dress shirt and a gray vest, a cinched belt around her waist and the lighting doesn't even hide the fact that she's packing. Chaewon hates the crusade of having to see the Alpha's outfit after her CIP teaching. But such abuse is charming.

"You really like being the main character huh?" Chaewon chides. "I thought you weren't gonna contribute to the pollution and take the KTX?"

Kazuha's feline-like features are glowing. "I grow plants in my parents' yard." 

"Oh that's…" Chaewon pauses. Was Kazuha's lashes this long before? "Nice."

Kazuha is still leaning on the hood of her car, looking quite smug. Chaewon is amused. Character-wise, Kazuha isn't really the type to show off or to look smug. It explains the sudden mystified feeling emerging from her stomach when the Alpha looks at her like that. 

Opening the passenger door, Kazuha guides Chaewon and hovers a hand on top of the Omega's head because she has an acute illness of bashing her head against the doorframe. On the other hand, Chaewon is still wearing her school uniform—a checkered miniskirt and a similar dress shirt as to what Kazuha is wearing, a navy blue blazer now on her lap. 

Nakamura Kazuha is really weird today. The whole ride was decent to say at least. But with the constant fidgeting, quintessential shift of her habituated woodsy pheromones, and more importantly what does a CIP instructor adjacent to a misfit have to do with …ropes?

Chaewon knows the practices of being a dominatrix when she sees one. Sakura, bless her heart, has once warned her about the eccentric outcomes of an Alpha's traits when they're on their pre-rut interval before its due. It's no wonder that Kazuha might have found an Omega who's into bdsm. The mighty question bleeds into Chaewon's head: is Kazuha into bdsm? 

Playing on the stereo is no other than Careless Whisper by George Michael. Chaewon finds herself thinking about the dominatrix Omega Kazuha had hooked onto her bait, and feels goosebumps throbbing in her skin. No, it's definitely not real. Yes, she's imagining it.

It's a Friday afternoon where, figuratively, there are an insufferable amount of cars on the road much like there are on other days because public transportation is a thing that doesn't exist to condescending human kinds. After an hour, however, the slightly jammed bustle in the polis is replaced with nothing but looming silence, and she settles to think of something less foreign subject to bring up instead of Kazuha's dominatrix Omega because her phone is almost drained and she's an hour in her loop of Baby Metal's discography booted in her earphones.

"Ahem."

Chaewon blinks twice if she's misheard, nonetheless she catches the sight of Kazuha's throat bobbing. Furtherly, her attention is solely fixated on her hand excellently operating the steering wheel. Chaewon feels another round of crises cometting her when her gaze drops on the lint of her slacks, a prominent bulging that made her scratch her ears and play with the end of her skirt. 

"Do you want to stop by," Kazuha not-so-subtly turns the radio off after hearing the peppy host. "There's a convenience store nearby."

Chaewon only chuckles awkwardly, eyeing only nothing but the collarbones jutting on Kazuha's dress shirt with her two buttons undone. Her arm is draped on the car door's frame. Chaewon is glad that she patched her scent glands that roughly blocks her pheromones just moments ago before Kazuha could even pick her up or she'll receive brutal judgment when it spikes. 

Kazuha calls her out. Again. "Chaewon-unnie."

She could feel the Alpha's lurking eyes on her, Chaewon dares to meet them.

And then her mind could not tell the fuck why all that's left to escape from it was: 

"Are you into bdsm?"

It's the thought that a part of Chaewon's ineptly fuddled mind doesn't wash off the incredulity her question is implying. The absolute absurdity of the situation has Chaewon wondering for more.

"What?"

Kazuha blinks away the shame and bizarre expression and Chaewon thinks that if she squints harder enough, the stop headlight might be influencing its luminous lighting to Kazuha's cheeks. Blushing? It's a giddy thought.

Chaewon silently reaches for the rope she's feeling, prickling on the skin of her legs on the asphalt of the car, before she shows it in front of Kazuha's face. 

"Oh, uh — " She reddens, and Chaewon falls silent. Kazuha averts the gaze to the road when the traffic lights indicate go. The bright pink paint on Kazuha's face, undoubtedly, is a blush. Chaewon reckoned the interaction as another failure. Kazuha opens her mouth again, but nothing comes out, so Chaewon tries beating her instead.

"Dominatrix Omega, I suppose?" She mentally punches herself. She's meant to be finding out what the rope means and not overtaking Kazuha's assertion.

You have arrived at your destination.

The AI voice of MapFactor Navigation resonates and breaks, well, everything. Chaewon can't help but feel relieved that they arrived sooner than finding out that Kazuha is ought to lay with a dominatrix Omega all while she's inexpertly taken a toy before and couldn't walk for the fucking day.

Unexpectedly, Chaewon learns that Kazuha's parents are not ax-wielding serial murder psychopaths but are good samaritans. On her estimated first day stay in the lovely abode where Kazuha was born and raised by her parents, she was baffled by the antique furniture in the attic. There is an old dusted piano with a few off-keys, Chaewon isn't surprised anymore that there are also vintage cassette players and even a phonograph in Kazuha's old bedroom where there is an alarmingly numerous count of boy group posters that the Alpha had failed to hide.

Kazuha's parents love her so much—loves the way she tries to introduce the Korean delicacies to them and even allows her to prepare the breakfast. What they especially loved was the way Kazuha has finally introduced a pure blooded Omega to their kind to break the history and destroy the cycle of Alphas being unable to be acquainted with pure blooded Omegas. Chaewon thinks this is good. The warmth blossoms from her insides at the affirmation despite Kazuha's parents bidding goodbye earlier than she expected for the hustles in their company.

She eyes the array of potted plants in the yard. She had been given a task by the excessively clean freakazoid portion of her brain to assign herself into washing the dishes during every meal. With her dumb luck on her side, Chaewon tries not to quit the duty when the haven of every bento box in their meals is worth the dish-washing-debacles. 

While her stomach may not be complaining about the bento boxes—which she considered to be the best thing that ever happened to her after Ponyo—her back and struggles for washing the boxes might be serving her injustices in life.

And, of course, there was Kazuha, an only child of pure blooded Alphas. One of the cons of being an only child with parents who are both workaholics is insufficient time and affection. Much more affectingly, it explains the way Kazuha tends to get so recluse in daylight when they're not alone in comparison to her multifacets when the night has fallen to its knees; touching her like a lover, talking to her like a friend.

Does Kazuha even consider Chaewon as her friend? That, she doesn't know either.

Chaewon thinks it's a ridiculous thought, but the longing desire burns in a ruthless way of melting her insides if the answer remains unknown. So while Kazuha is watching tv because her parents are out for their perspective works, Chaewon marches to hammer the last nail to her own coffin by casually dropping:

"Your rut is about due."

She stands with poise to avoid being compromised, pathetic and desperate for physical touch. Kazuha doesn't have the heart to share the gaze. Whatever, Chaewon huffs, and Kazuha remotely feels the annoyance in her tone when she announces what was already known.

Then adds —

"In approximately 8 hours you will feel an unrelenting fire in your…um. Yes." Chaewon clears her throat. "As I was saying, you will feel insatiable and all. Like a wolf to a full moon. So, like, you need to find an Omega to sate your rut or die in the wrath of being a sexless bitch from starvation and—"

"Good morning to you too," Kazuha interrupts. "I know, Chaewon-unnie." She rubs gingerly at her nape, feeling sheepish at the subject. Kazuha was never the one to keep track of time anyway, it has been a year since she had had sex with an Omega when she's drunk in power and her rut.

Chaewon is still speaking. "Well, then. I keep my grounds stated." 

"I—" Kazuha feels dizzy already. She doesn't know, but for one thing that can potentially trigger her cycle earlier is the imposing presence of a small and pretty Omega. "This isn't even a debate, unnie."

"You need to knot someone, Kazuha." Chaewon finally spits venom; bitter and poisonous. "Physiologically speaking, your rut won't be sated unless you pop a knot in an Omega or, heck, a Beta is even a stretch. Kazuha—" Fumes of smoke come out of Chaewon's nostrils as she watches Kazuha divert her attention elsewhere.

"Kazuha, are you even listening to me?"

Kazuha isn't, and Chaewon's right eye twitches imperceptibly as the Alpha melts from one to two gazes from her.

"I can handle it, unnie." Kazuha isn't really watching the tv, but the grainy and static sound from it is comfortable enough for her to never doze off. 

"I've been thinking about you. A lot."

It's a sheer amount of confidence behind every word that makes Chaewon drop on Kazuha's lap. Kazuha makes a gruffed noise in a concoction of a wilting sound inside Chaewon's mouth when she kisses her for the first time ever. End of the world could've struck, meteors could've hit them but none of it would have stopped Kazuha from kissing back, reciprocating the eagerness and its intensity. It's not as passionate as Chaewon would've urge to undertake, just enough for the Alpha to feel the inherent sincerity within her yearning touches.

None of them talks about it when they part just fast as how it all occurred. Kazuha visibly tenses in desire. Chaewon, too, would be lying if she said that she isn't greatly affected by this. Feelings are messy, she concludes when Kazuha grips her thigh ever so softly and surges in for another kiss.

"Sleep with me tonight," Kazuha breathes inside her mouth. "I applied a scent blocker."

Chaewon hisses when Kazuha's pliant and razor-like canines dig on her lips. Then retracts, she isn't quite sure if what she heard is correct.

"Only if you want to."

It's only then when they realize that they are in such an awkward position of an atmosphere laden with something strange—an outlandish feeling that grows beneath the soil of Chaewon's heart and its vines creep, flourishes to veil her soul when she learns that she's sitting on Kazuha. 

Fuck it.

I'm already yours anyway.

Chaewon doesn't answer, opts to kiss her hot and open mouth instead.

Like a gravitational force, or something much extreme than that—an unstoppable vehemence, Chaewon gravitates to a forced proximity with Kazuha who's only an hour or two before her rut cycle commences. The only warning that Chaewon receives before the collision impact of the cycle is the peppery, minted scent that was formerly a burnt woodsy musk of an Alpha, earth-like and potent. Fifth hour in the car driving on the way home after bidding goodbye to the Nakamuras when Kazuha suggests that they'd make a quick stop in the nearby convenience store to buy some snacks that she'd consume during her suppression period. 

The furthest that Chaewon has soldiered in her entire life was during her suppressed heat when not immediately after riding her favorite toy, Kazuha enters her room with a tray full of cookies and milk. Kazuha's rut, however, is a different story. Although it may not appear a headache, the indifference it does to Chaewon is ludicrous. 

The problem: she cannot even look her in the eye.

So, for the first time in a while, Chaewon wonders if all of this was a mistake. Her laying with an Alpha under scented sheets, pushing her in that ratty hole of having to find an Omega to mate with since she's self-destructive that inevitably leads to her crawling back beside Kazuha anyway. One thing about them is that they're good at pretending that nothing happened right after their friends with benefits stints, and Chaewon loves to prove Kazuha wrong whenever she advances about it when they are out of bed where even in the low temperature in their apartment—she could still see the burn of Kazuha's cheeks before dispatching herself from the situation.

Tonight, Chaewon chooses to push her buttons to its extent.

It's in the murky shade of the parking lot where Chaewon discovers her mustered courage. 

"Do you think we should stop this," She murmurs, each syllable heavy on her tongue. "Kazuha."

They'd already stopped in the middle of the minimal area when Chaewon learns that none of this could solve their problem. With fear of impulse buying beer in the convenience store and downing it all while she's in the car which might end up in her squaring Kazuha in the mouth with her own, Chaewon is one step away before the gale.

Not if Kazuha denies it anyway.

"And you?" She deflects.

Chaewon lets a beat pass by. Then blinks.

"You need to think about it ten times more before deciding, Chaewon-ah," she tells her, words slurring in her tongue—an oath to keep her alive. A promise.

"I," Swallows like the big girl she is. "I think it is. I propose an end to this…um. Thing between us." Chaewon mutters weakly, a copper-like metal tickling her mouth.

"It was your idea after all," Kazuha says offhandedly, but that doesn't stop her from taking big steps like this has been the most mundane situation she's put into. It's clear enough for Chaewon to feel the slight sting pelting her chest. She tells the feeling to banish.

It dallies longer than her resilience. Chaewon shatters and goes boneless. She makes a noise between a laugh and a defeated sigh, finally letting her mental resolve collapse along with her stability.

"Okay." She goes avoidant. None of it was a lie anyway.

"What do you think," Kazuha's voice is achingly innocent for someone who's splintered Chaewon's heart into a million pieces. A death in a thousand cuts.

In the dark it confines wherein Chaewon comes across her rage.

"I think you're a jerk," is the only thing she says before storming back in the car.

Kazuha is so pretty. So pretty that Chaewon regrets the idea of turning her back on her and leaving her recklessly abandoned in the parking lot with paper bags in her hand. She tilts her head down on the tinted window of the vehicle, an unforeseen warm holographic liquid descending from her eyelids. Slow as it spills. 

Chaewon learns that she's crying. Curses herself for being weak and easy. Cries herself to sleep so she doesn't have to meet Kazuha's eyes anyway.

For the nth time, Chaewon surrenders, does her things, lets Kazuha do hers, and lets the universe do its magic.

Magics are childish after all.

Sleep with me tonight.

The words repeat like a mantra inside Chaewon's head while she's curled like a cocoon in her own nest. Not so later after losing her professionalism that followed her falling asleep in the car, Chaewon can't surmise why she's already in her own nest with her clothes changed. Chaewon learns that Kazuha changed her clothes while she's asleep, even had the decency to carry her to her nest and tuck her goodnight. 

The digital clock beside her study table is at 10 PM in the evening. Howling of the wind brings joyful music to her wandering thoughts. A rose tainted hindsight of Kazuha panting in beet red with her soft lips against her skin because she isn't the best in hiding feelings nor the best in dealing with them too. Chaewon shivers, only barely detecting the thick fog of Alpha musk invading her personal space, she holds her breath and inhales through her mouth. Faint enough—Chaewon wonders why.

On nights when everyone is asleep, Chaewon steps on the balcony to avoid triggering her hormonal physiology. She finds herself idly scrolling through her phone, her lock screen wallpaper a mirror selfie of her before the mystique prom night in junior year with a brooding Kazuha on the couch behind her captured by the camera. 

A notification slides on her bar. Chaewon doesn't overreact. Or so that she thought.

Kazuha

chaewon

Chaewon stares blankly at the message because what the hell does Kazuha want from her to the point of their communication escalating to a message when they're twenty steps away from each other? Why can't she even resist?

Kazuha

chaewon unnie

The fact that Chaewon could hear Kazuha's ghost slurring the words right beside her ears is making her hurl, stomach twisting in an agonizing knot. Pledges to never lift a finger and reply. Turns her phone off for good measure. 

Kazuha

baby girl

Chaewon's stomach drops at the notification, her impulses telling her to throw her phone on the balcony and rebrand a life. To know that Kazuha is experiencing her rut right now and calling her in the most sinful pet names are making her feel delirious—as crazy as that sounds, and the wet, uncomfortable friction of the fabric of her underwear are nowhere near the sensation Kazuha gives her when her head is between her legs.

Chaewon learns that she needs to eradicate herself from the apartment immediately or she'll end up being a sycophant subservient towards an Alpha in a rut and she'll have to see her fuck. Fuck. She'll have to see Kazuha fuck an Omega. That isn't her.

Panic makes its way to her senses when her phone rings in an ultimatum, a big, bold Kazuha written on its screen. She chooses to save her life and slides to decline the call.

"Fuck my life." She murmurs quietly, looking around for any other way to escape the building. Alas, no use. A very familiar car enters the gates of their apartment, Chaewon could clearly tell that it's the one that Heejin used to sport whenever they go bar hopping with Kazuha, Minjeong and Sakura. 

What in the world would have made Kazuha's other Alpha friends lounge at their place in the middle of the night? Chaewon wants to warn Kazuha about their surprise visit. Still, she feels dizzyingly aroused.

Scrambling her way to her closet, she stumbles upon boxes of scent blockers. Chaewon curses her dumb luck and rips one of the packaging open, applying the ointments behind her ears, both wrists, neck and even cheeks. Takes a moment for her inner thighs, Chaewon feels disgustingly irked upon discovery that her scent is too potent for a scent blocker. 

Chaewon wobbles through her search for the pair of comfy slippers when the knocking of the door takes place. Alphas, behind the closed door, give off a vigorous stench of something yeasty and lanky—a wet bread, perhaps. Chaewon pinches her nose walking towards the door. 

She forbids herself from remembering Kazuha, who's probably sleeping and grinning her rut off since there are no rut suppressants available in the market, exhausted from their physiology's cycle. 

When the door opens, Chaewon pretends an offhanded smile that eventually morphs into a scowl, eyes dagger-like at what she's seeing that fails to make her impassive.

Right now, in front of her, jaded dark orbs staring back at her reeking of no other than alcohol, Kazuha has her fiery uncharacteristic gazes longing for Chaewon's attention, exclusively fixated on her. 

Heejin, whose arms cradle around Nakamura Kazuha, is as worn out and tipsy as the other Alpha. Chaewon resists the urge to yell at the recklessness entailed by bringing home a drunk Alpha in her rut, but such lividness is unnecessary. 

"I'm sorry, Chacha. She's a little drunk," Heejin garbles in the midst of incomprehensible hiccups. "Just found out she's on her rut when she's mistaken one of the Omegas there as you." 

Chaewon imagines: Kazuha, inebriated from the alcohol influence, nursing an Omega in her right arm, determined to take her home just to call her Chaewon, wherein moments later Heejin and Minjeong have to drag her out of the mess to bring her home.

"How…" Chaewon scrunches her nose when accidentally inhales her pheromones. "What happened? We were just back from her parents' hometown and now she's drunk?" Avoids her getting too riled up, Chaewon clicks her tongue at the sight of an unresponded Kazuha with her eyes closed. 

"Yeah that," By the way Heejin was still capable of conversing with her and gave Chaewon a hunch that she isn't as drunk and wasted as Kazuha is enough for Chaewon to go simmer in anger. "She insisted, I swear. She wouldn't be so drunk if she wasn't the one who did."

"Kazuha doesn't even drink to the point of this." Chaewon says with finality, glancing at the poor Alpha stupefied by the alcohol that has got her sleeping on her feet. Glances at how her eyes briefly open. Lets out a surprised squeak when their eyes lock.

Present Kazuha's gazes are so belittling that Chaewon's heart leaps a marathon when she looks away. Like she's nothing but a dire sweet little Omega who deserves to be fucked, to be manhandled and to be bred thoroughly. Like —

"I'm sorry, Chacha but I better get going now." Heejin finalizes, aiding Kazuha to the couch. "It's easy. Breathe through your mouth, let her do her thing, do yours." With that, she leaves the room and bids goodbye for the precursory warning of an Alpha in a rut.

Chaewon watches the empathy on Kazuha's face unravel. Acknowledges the cryptic look on her face—like she's sorry. Like she's never meant for them to stop, like a plea to carry on, the pursuit of their moment—to seize what was there left to be found.

But momentarily, Kazuha is still an Alpha in a rut. And Chaewon is still half a mind to sit beside her and ask her if she needs anything with her fingers still pressed on her nose to avoid smelling the intoxicants. And nothing can change the fact that with the physiology of theirs, Kazuha would not be sated unless she had popped a knot in an Omega who isn't Chaewon.

"Chaewon-ah," Kazuha says desperately, gaze laced with something lust-ridden and primal and animalistic. "Chaewon-ah, it's so hot in here."

"It's okay." Chaewon swallows thickly, cutting gaze just for it to pane at the bulging tent on Kazuha's sweatpants moving in ungrateful spasms. She's wearing her infamous made in the depths of hell dress shirt which makes it harder for Chaewon to control. "Do you want anything?"

Kazuha makes a gruffed noise, a yearning gale follows suit. Made it clearer for Chaewon to see that this Alpha has her carnal desire and she's also an Omega who has her needs. 

"No, no." Kazuha mindlessly whispers, tapping on her lap, where Chaewon would have mustered her courage to never look at the formidable tent growing nonstop. Do you want me to sit there? Want me to suck you off? "My— ah, hurts." 

"Where does it hurt," She mumbles softly, tucking Kazuha's hair strands behind her ear in hopes to lessen the tremors. "Kazuha, you were there, in the club. I was hoping you'd found somebody to mate with tonight."

Kazuha huffs. Her eyebrows are now pinched in the slightest vexation. "I don't want just any Omegas out there. I don't want them at all." 

"Then what's the point of going to a club when you know that you're in your rut? To meet someone else and be acquainted?" Tonight, Chaewon feels aggravated at the unsolved mysteries packing in her head.

"Chaewon-ah, you don't understand me."

Struggles to think of what is right and what isn't, Chaewon can't comprehend Kazuha at all. If drunken words that are often believed as sober thoughts, Chaewon tells the idea to perish. She had loved Kazuha ever since she met her. She isn't so sure if she likes her back. Chaewon can't stand herself having an internal debate about her feelings when she's ultimately close to breaking. 

"I'm trying to understand, just tell me." 

The bone on Kazuha's jaw hardens. A declaration of finality. No more stepbacks. A decision. Chaewon startles the moment her known doe eyes have transformed into something so voluptuous. Then the final straw:

"Why can't it be you."

Why can't it be you. A solemn fragment of Chaewon's head keeps telling her that this Alpha she's talking too is manipulated by the alcohol and her rut, but a tiny and graceful self-indulgent segment in her brain keeps telling her to go on. Break. Not like you've never bent and broke towards your favorite Alpha before. Chaewon squirms on the couch at the unknown voices, feeling the wet spread of her slick running through her inner thighs.

"Okay, okay Zuha." Chaewon declares with certainty. It's not like she doesn't need this as much as Kazuha does. She can deal with this. Fuck it's already been too long. She has waited for this her whole life. "Fuck you can do whatever you like and—um, just be careful please and—"

"Do you want me too?" Kazuha is careful when she asks that, like she's pulling a tread on thin ice.

Chaewon blinks at the interruption. 

"Would I have offered myself if I didn't?"

"Chaewon-ah, I like you. I don't know when or how, I just," Kazuha's face reddens, too, and it's an indication that none of them are inebriated enough to not feel the intimacy and yearning. "I just did. The moment you asked me to stop, in the parking lot earlier, I thought I'd lost you."

At that, Chaewon could not stop blushing furiously. It's all too sudden, and she tells herself to remain composed. 

"I like you too." She answers nonetheless. "Took a bottle of Bud light and an unsuppressed rut for you to realize?"

I like you. I like you so much.

You're too pretty. Everyone who sees you wants you. 

You're not that easy to hide from everyone too. I might even want you all to myself. No one else's. 

Feeble enough, Chaewon watches the Alpha sweat ceaselessly in this cold temperature with her canines peeking out of her jutting bottom lip. Chaewon would think that she's too selfish of thinking how to kiss her better instead of helping her out. Not because all she feels is the overwhelming desire that has got her incredibly whored by just how doting and charming Alpha who often has that cheeky grin or stoic face could be so erotic. 

Apart from that, but because Kazuha likes her too. After all these years of pining, and anticipation and a few trembling hands because of holding back too much just to know that all this time Kazuha likes her back. It feels silly. It feels like there is a golden fireworks display behind her eyelids—maybe something more than that, something whimsical. It feels a little like magic.

"Do you know how much I wanted this." Kazuha tells her, gravelly and hot. A lever to a propelled ignition. "But you've never let me and it's so frustrating I feel like my stomach was about to be ripped apart."

Dusts of pink scatter on Chaewon's cheeks. "I want you too. Always did."

I like you so much that it hurts. 

Sees how Kazuha's former demeanor shifts abruptly. Like a fire has been ignited to the gasoline. Chaewon swallows. Then gaze widens when Kazuha yanks her by the arm that causes her to crash and stumble over the Alpha on the seat. Panic eases its way to Chaewon when she could feel her hardness poking her in the bottom part, and belatedly realizes that Kazuha is scenting her neck.

Oh. Kazuha is scenting her spontaneously. Chaewon tries her best really, not to come undone on the spot but hell has been with her since then when she finds herself whimpering for her attention because how could she not? When Kazuha is holding her like this, like she's her Omega—like she's bound to please her and nothing else, what the hell could Chaewon ever wish for?

But then inadvertently, Chaewon forgets to breathe in her mouth resulting in her drowning in Kazuha's sea of pheromones. It's too suffocating that Chaewon gasps for air and kisses Kazuha passionately like she's been aching to do that the whole night. Kisses the beauty marks on her face, kisses the drunkenness sober and alcohol-free. There are strings of saliva connecting their mouths after they part, Kazuha could not have been more turned on by the sight.

"You'll feel so good around my knot." She whispers in-between. Chaewon had thought she'd fully lost her sweet Alpha with that cheeky grin by the way Kazuha's acting right now—asserting her unearthed dominance thrusted by her Alpha pride.

What was once sat on both ends of the couch is now in a closed liminal gap, straddling on the Alpha's thigh full-on weight as Chaewon gets lost in the fire of pheromones; heavy around her that she could taste the burnt ashes of wood reeking from Kazuha. Chaewon leans in impossibly closer than before, kissing her like a lover, tongue on the roof of Kazuha's mouth while the Alpha holds her down to control. 

Takes another whiff—God. Chaewon feels lightheaded. Kazuha had always smelled so good. There are times wherein she smells like a newborn baby, but her favorite variant of her pheromone is when she's reeking of something so supreme—an Alpha in a rut. A dominant Alpha with an underlying tone of spruce and ivory. 

Another whiff.

"You're sniffing me, baby." Kazuha mumbles in her neck. 

Chaewon shivers at the pet name. God. It's undeniably sexy that she bucks her hips against the erection pressing on her little high waisted denim shorts, an irritating fabric of its kind. 

Kazuha then chuckles. "Do you know what you're doing?" She asks in mirth, eyes hooded and contradictorily to her natural attribute. "Baby girl."

"Hng Alpha, this shorts—s'irritating, remove this," Chaewon whines, hands splayed on the buttons of her denim shorts that barely scratches her pussy to create the satisfying friction. Unbeknownst to her, her hips gyrate around Kazuha's hard-on as the Alpha gleefully watches her fall like the ruins. "Alpha, my shorts I can't —"

"I've got you, baby." Kazuha tells her gently, aiding the sweet Omega to unbutton the denim shorts and tugs it down in a swift action to undress her on the spot. "Impatient much."

"You smell so good, Zuha." Chaewon noses on Kazuha's scent gland located on her neck, hyper aware of their close proximity. Licking a hot stripe on her scent gland, Chaewon gets lost in the fire—tastes phenomenal in her tongue, unknowingly leeching the poison injected in her veins to induce her bloodied heart.

Kazuha isn't even gonna try. Inescapable, the Omega arches herself back and forth against her hard dick, rubbing on the painful fabric of her boxer. Kazuha sucks in a harsh breath, staring at her favorite girl indulging above her, bangs trickling with sweat, underwear seeping her wet essence, unwittingly drawing crescents with her nails on the Alpha's flesh like carving a mark because that is what she deserves. Chaewon deserves the whole world. 

"Chaewon-ah," Kazuha heaves against her earlobes. "You're dry humping me, angel." 

"Ugh, fuck, hurry," Chaewon snarls, humping hurriedly once reached the so-close friction bumping her clit. For a minute she spots how Kazuha's hands shaking in anticipation, fingers curled in her palm turned into a fist. Holding back any hostility. "You're shaking, Zuha."

Kazuha looks away in her typical behavior. Chaewon thinks, there's her Alpha. "A pretty Omega's on top of me."

Mouth almost ajar at the confession, Chaewon unfolds Kazuha's fingers to intertwine theirs for her affirmation. And Kazuha melts in the touch.

"Don't hold back from me."

"And if I hurt you?"

"You won't." Chaewon kisses her cheek. "You would never."

Wastes no time, Kazuha gropes the thick flesh of Chaewon's ass when she kisses her torridly. That is all that she needed, apparently, because when Chaewon opens her mouth to invite, Kazuha is already there before she knows it, sucking her tongue while their teeth clash against each other, lips melding to form who knows what. Chaewon's ears screeches in a linear static, partly in aghast, and thinks okay. She can deal with this. It's only the first time she's ever handled an Alpha in a rut. And more importantly it's only Kazuha and oh.

Kazuha is carrying her. To her nest. Chaewon orients herself with kissing Kazuha once the fright strikes her again. She kisses her, all teeth and tongue, both her hands cupping her cheeks while Kazuha's nails dig on her ass cruelly and Chaewon thinks again, okay. No big deal. Still the normal, goofy and peculiar Kazuha that she knows. An unsuppressed rut isn't gonna change anything.

"Alpha." Chaewon murmurs in her soft lips.

"Won't hurt you, I swear." Kazuha recited the oath. "You'll love it."

But when Kazuha puts her down on her feet and circles her hips—leans down to kiss her, mauling her swollen lips, Chaewon cowers away until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed causing her to drop on the mattress. Predictably, Kazuha towers over her just before she knows it and really now Chaewon was just recuperating from the concept of taking an Alpha's knot, what the hell is happening now.

"Kazuha wait." Chaewon places a hand on Kazuha's chest. Finds that her heart is in a wild stampede, she looks at the panting Alpha. Her lips are red and puffy, and Chaewon's lip gloss is smeared all over her. 

"Chaewon-unnie."

Said Chaewon is embarrassed by their current position, underneath an Alpha, breathing, panting and begging for her touches. That night she lets a sliver of vulnerability slip through her facade. Kazuha doesn't fail to see it.

"Is there—what's wrong, unnie?" Kazuha is on her knees when she faces Chaewon, face red from all the previous sessions. Still, she lifts Chaewon's head with a finger to meet her eyes and the Omega deciphers the genuine concern in hers. "Did I do anything wrong?"

"You're the first Alpha to do this to me." 

Ah. 

Kazuha's jaw twitches pridefully at the realization, overbearing the consequences of being Chaewon's Alpha. It feels heaven-sent. Having to be called Chaewon's Alpha. 

"I'll make you feel good, unnie." Her fingers burn an imprint on Chaewon's milky thighs, urging to spread her legs. 

"You're the only one who made me feel like this." Chaewon closes her eyes, letting Kazuha roll her underwear off of her. Feeling the cold breeze of wind hit her porcelain skin, Chaewon chokes out a moan when Kazuha's fingers crawl towards her pulsing clit to give it a light slap.

"Thought your heat has already been due, Chaewon-unnie. Why do you seem like you're the one in heat?" Kazuha's pupils dilate at the incredible amount of slick covering her long, slender fingers. Unpromptedly, she inserts three fingers that left the poor baby writhing in the mess beneath her. She continues to pump her slim fingers inside the taut hole, massaging her walls while Chaewon moans uncontrollably.

"Fuck hurts-! Alpha, please," Chaewon squirms when Kazuha presses both her legs together and holds it up midair. The position makes it more arduous for Kazuha to pump her fingers in and out, feeling her muscles tighten. Kazuha pulls her fingers out in a swift motion, feeling the steaming anger radiating from Chaewon. 

Kazuha gawks at Chaewon's glistening pussy exposed to her, fondling it with her fingers before rewarding her with a series of spanks. Surprised by the ministrations, Chaewon's body jolts in the new undercurrents streaming through her veins, feeling her cunt tighten every spank and god did it hurt more than she expected.

Alternating the sequence of spanks and fondling, Kazuha revels at the sight—Chaewon's pussy in a flash of deep red. There's skin on skin, and Kazuha unrelentlessly favors herself with the delightful indulgence when she finds that Chaewon is already moaning in her welkin high.

"Wish you could see how you look taking my fingers, sweet girl." Kazuha whiffs the Omega scent leaking from Chaewon, gets drunk in the prowess of exceptionally pleasing fragrant. There's a twist in a knob. Two. Then three—Kazuha's fingers are curled inside the velvety walls, pressing on to the leaking barrier.

"No more, Zuha, hurts already," Chaewon breathlessly heaved out, a small hand reaching out for Kazuha's wrist to stop her from the hostile actions. 

"No more?" Another twist, because Kazuha tends to get insatiable when she's on her rut—she skims her thumb across her throbbing clit to pinch it just right. 

"Hng ah n-no more, Zuha," Chaewon cried out loud, legs flexed in the exertion. 

"We were just starting to have fun, what happened?" Kazuha teases, and briefly, Chaewon roots out that this has been the most Alpha Kazuha has ever had—recessive at the lowest, teasing and puffed up in Alpha pride at most.

"You're insufferable." Chaewon grumbles, opting to ignore the heat suffocating her. Kazuha finds it endearing, how Chaewon would have grabbed the sleeve of her dress shirt, tiny hand that calls out for her name.  

An empath she is, Kazuha compensates for a kiss instead. However, the dull ache of the renewed flare of her rut is still there. Kazuha has only had three bottles of Bud light to not fathom the idea that this is supposed to be all on her, her dick getting sucked off, body worshiped and not on Chaewon, but a primitive part of her also tells her that this is Chaewon, probably her first love because honestly—she isn't that hard to love at all. Kazuha wants to love her like this.

"Bottoms up, baby." She ordered, watching Chaewon comply obediently as she held her ass up in the air, face down on the pillow to bite. It's an old habit of hers, biting onto what's the nearest objects whenever Kazuha pleases her just right. Old habits die hard. 

"Spread your legs, Chaewon-ah."

"Too many demands." Chaewon wants to object with a roar because really now, her position is already starting to get disconcerting. The fact that her cunt is facing Kazuha makes her even more haywire. Knowing Kazuha, she would probably take advantage of the scent gland located there. 

"You're so cute." Kazuha tells her, flattening her tongue against the flat surface of her cunt. She breezes a pad of her thumb on her clit, fingers collectively gathering the wet mess forming on her sopping hole to rub her clit in tight-fitting circles. "Could just fuck you like this, you're too tight, unnie."

"Not my fault you never fucked me before." Chaewon bites back, teeth unsharpened. 

"Would you have let me?"

Chaewon lets out a strained chuckle. "Guess."

"I say yes." Kazuha confidently answers her.

"It's settled then."

Kazuha elicits an interested hum, palming her pussy. For an Omega, Chaewon's pheromones are too potent. Not just any jasmine vanilla, maybe something more; rosewater and olive oil, something that brings Kazuha out of her league by just a single whiff, and it drives her crazy.

She pumps her fingers in her own accord, rewarding herself with the show of Chaewon's tightness sucking her in. Chaewon's breath, as she comes across, is shallow, and it doesn't take long for Kazuha to realize that she's about to take her release. 

"Tight already?" Kazuha taunts. "You normally last longer than this unnie."

"What do you think." Chaewon laughs breathlessly. "An Alpha in a rut is fucking me."

Semantics, Kazuha thinks, as she fastens her pace, narrowly forgetting about her own rut at that point.

"Ah, but unnie aren't you getting too spoiled?" Gibes even more, Kazuha caresses her inner thighs. "I'm the one in my rut here, Chaewon-unnie."

The sweltering evening heat is enough for Chaewon to groan incomprehensibly rather than supplement anything for a retaliation. Instead, she grinds her hips shakily on Kazuha's face, humping her shamelessly.

If she was wicked enough, Kazuha would never really use her tongue to chase the impending orgasm, but since she's sweet hearted and generous—Kazuha spreads her spouting hole using her fingers to honor her by lapping all of her juices. 

"Good girl, smell so good you know that?" Kazuha husks, hot breath puffing her pussy. "Best I've ever had."

"Ah, ah, ah," Chaewon's crescendo of moans dives in Kazuha's ears, feeling beaten when Kazuha delves her tongue in her spot dead-on.  "Feels so, so good–ah, Zuha."

The poor baby was humping on her face, Kazuha learns when she gives her cunt a few kitten licks before letting her essence drip messily down her chin. And god there is something by the way Kazuha eats her out—like a starved beast who hasn't eaten for days with a predatory glint behind her eyes. Chaewon wishes she could see them instead of burying herself in the heap of the Alpha's pillows on her nest that smells faintly like her, letting her moans drown in the cushion, close to exploding. Perhaps, similar to an eruption of a volcano, or a black hole, or —

"Zuha-! Fuc— shit hng, god!" Chaewon chokes out a strangled moan when shockwaves of orgasm hits her. Ears ringing in a grainy white, a perfect tidal wave of finality, blunt nails dig on the pillow, legs quivering from the aftermath. 

"My good girl." Kazuha purchases the small of her waist, peppering the expanse of her back with wet kisses. The contact barely lasts a while, her hands—who successfully map all of Chaewon's exterior weaknesses by now—cards the Omega's hair behind her ears.

When the orgasm tapers off, Chaewon's body goes slack on the nest, hugging a novelty plushie beside her. The forbearance gets pushed away from herself when Kazuha feels the cavalier tug of a gut-wrenching pool of rut brewing in her stomach while all she sees is a disheveled Chaewon wearing her periodic table of elements shirt pixelated in a form of Pikachu that she recalls being stolen months ago. 

Kazuha lets her serenity last longer, sensing Chaewon's eagerness to keep the momentum going as soon as she strokes Kazuha through her boy shorts. At the way her deft hand feast on Kazuha's dick like she's a mere toy, drinking every reaction from the restraining Alpha; it makes her mad.

"You're so hard, Alpha." 

Chaewon finds herself getting her lips abused. Kazuha squeezes her waist in response, nibbling on her soft lips to shut her up the best way she knows how to.

"Unnie, you want me to break you?" Kazuha says as she ducks her head to kiss her neck. "Only if you knew how much I'm holding back. You don't know how much I'm repressing myself to ram in your pussy until you're gaping, until you're sore, and ah," She moans when Chaewon thumbs the slit of her dick. "Till you can't even walk, unnie. I'll even knock you up—fucking shit, unnie."

It catches Chaewon off-guard and it spurs her to continue tugging Kazuha's big dick inside the boy shorts. Treats every harmony from Kazuha as an urge to proceed, Chaewon kisses her lips when they're both drunk in the feeling.

Seems like Kazuha has already gotten through the pinnacle of her rutting period—the constant baring of her teeth, jaws squaring tightly, brute force in her grip embroidering a tattoo on Chaewon's lithe skin, still quite frankly loopy from the side-effects, but none of it has ever warned Chaewon about the mental aspects of an alpha in a rut: claiming her to own, drinking from her reactions, every bruise of her body, every hitch of her breath, slick from her core altogether knowing that is is all Kazuha. Her doing. 

What was once the pixelated shirt hugging her physique is now thrown somewhere in the room. Chaewon cups Kazuha's cheeks once she's fought back and unbuttoned the Alpha's dress shirt too. "Alpha, ah, need your knot so bad."

"Be patient, my sweet omega." Kazuha purrs, putting the charming smug look on her face knowing that she's doing good.

Abruptly, Kazuha flips their respective positions with Chaewon sitting on her abs, soaking her with the juices from her cunt. For no matter how known aggressive Alphas can be when they're on their rut, Kazuha is splendidly gentle on every string of words. It may not be through her jarring actions when she fucks the Omega's wits out but she always navigates her way to compensate afterwards by awarding her a consoling aftercare.

It doesn't take long for Chaewon to instinctively grind on the Alpha's toned abs; well-defined as one of Kazuha's hands is placed on her hips to guide her through her self-indulgence.

"Alpha," Desperately, Chaewon chokes a sob. "Zuha—I, fuck, need you,"

"Chaewon-ah, do you even see yourself?" Briefly cupping her jaw, Kazuha fondles her hand on Chaewon's delicate cheeks; thin hair strands of her bangs drizzling with sweat clinging on her forehead, eyes in lavender haze, mouth partly open to spill the softest moans Kazuha has ever heard. So fucking pretty, she thinks. "The prettiest Omegas are always the most tempting to ruin."

It is met with another sob. Chaewon gets recklessly crumbled at the lack of touch and to know that all of this was supposed to be all on Kazuha is embarrassing at its finest to say because for an Alpha in a rut, Kazuha is doing in incredible job at keeping herself sane from the mind-fuddled sight. 

"Alpha, s'frustrating," Chaewon absentmindedly rattled on. "Fuck me, I'm already yours anyway."

"Patience, angel." Kazuha says to her as she blindly reaches for a pillow to prop herself. 

Dropping to an elbow, she aligns the tip of her dick in Chaewon's entrance that would gouge at least two to three particularly loud whines from the Omega. Chaewon is a doll, she's so small that even the ravishing thought of a quick intrusion for her first time without any damaged areas seems closer to impossible if Kazuha wouldn't be careful in her actions. 

It might fully break her in some cases. Kazuha couldn't understand why she's flooding in insistent urge and impulses to destroy her. She lines up her sensitive dick unintendedly brushing it against Chaewon's throbbing pussy, and Kazuha grunts at the sound.

"Fuck," Kazuha heaved out. "You'll break, baby. Can you handle that?"

"You just fucked me without mercy earlier, you're telling me that now?" Chaewon gapes in disbelief although, deep down, she knows how terrifying this can be. "You're an alpha in a rut. You shouldn't be holding back from me, I told you. You can knot me, anytime, anywhere."

Kazuha's eyes are deeper than usual, like she has awakened the sleeping spirit within her. "Hold me tight, kiss me if I'm doing good. If not…" Mapping the sharpness of Chaewon's jawline, Kazuha presses on the mating bite zone. "If not then bite me where it'll hurt."

Her scent fills Kazuha's lungs and knocks away the remaining air, sweet gardenia and vanilla, to the point that it throttles her. Chaewon's scent is too much, cloying against her skin and underneath its layers that complements the glass of her honey whiff. 

Kazuha's ruts, if they were not suppressed, aren't always calculated in the beginning. Kazuha likes to enjoy the beauty in every rough sex, be it from pounding in her ruthlessly until she's pitiful or by being simple like that–tiny hand gestures that ultimately makes her dominant so that she could take advantage to prove that she's an alpha– her alpha.

But with Chaewon she learns patience. And Kazuha has to be mindful, because otherwise she risks Chaewon loathing her for life, having her perceive that all alphas think with their knots to the point of being distant, and Kazuha can't risk to pine anymore. 

Chaewon spreads herself open, and Kazuha loses another half mind when it creates an obscene sound, how she felt the Omega teasing the tip of her dick to smother it against her leaking pussy. 

"Drop an inch, angel." Kazuha grunts. "Want you to be a good girl, okay?"

Chaewon takes a deep breath, shallowly dipping the tip inside her tight cunt like testing the waters, her eyes are bloodshot, still, wanting. "You're so big, Zuha." She moans right to her. 

And there's too many things that Kazuha wants to do right now because she's the one in a rut. It's in an assertive momentum where Kazuha turns impatient. Secures the Omega's hips. Lines up her dick perfectly. Penetrates her in a single swift motion and christ. Chaewon wasn't expecting the sudden intrusion that she gasps in surprise, eyes pop wide open, a silent gasp, quivering breaths. 

"Fuck-!" Chaewon screws her eyes shut, belatedly realizing that she's a crying wreck. They moan in tandem, because it's all too exhilarating, the weight of Kazuha inside her , her stench, alpha-like and it bewilders her. "Alpha h-hah fucking shit you're so big, hurts so much, 'm gonna rip, f-fuck, I'm–"

"I'm right here," Kazuha assures her gently, cradling her warm cheek in her palm to wipe the tears away. "I've got you, baby."

For this reason, Kazuha would have thought that Chaewon would kiss her but rather she charts the line of her neck with her lips and right there. A guttural sound of something so primal –Kazuha groans like a predator when Chaewon sinks her blunt teeth down the skin of her neck, baring her that it bleeds but it doesn't hurt. And it made her mark on her–a golden tattoo. 

Kiss me if I'm doing good.

If not, bite me where it'll hurt.

Chaewon kisses her eventually to somehow soothe the ache between their connected bodies, grinding rock bottom that it brushes against the deepest part of her cervix causing her to practically whimper on her. Kazuha doesn't certainly know what this is, or if she deserves this. All she knows is that it's under her jawline, it's where mating bites are supposed to be, then that is all that matters. 

"Good girl," Kazuha growls as Chaewon clenched tightly around her. Her hands learn to settle themselves around Chaewon's chest, groping and tugging the bundle of nerves while the Omega rides her dick in her earnest, taking her like the good girl Kazuha has made her to be. "So tight."

"Mmfuck, alpha, hurts–ah, it hurts so much," Chaewon rocks herself back and forth rather than bouncing repeatedy, bumping against the most sensitive spots inside her pussy. 

"You're choking my dick shit, baby," Kazuha groans, slipping two fingers against her pulsing clit to rub it in random shapes and letters. "Can I pump you full, yes? I'll breed you so good, I'll even flaunt to everyone that–that you're mine, baby hng s'tight."

"Yes, yes, please, Alpha —" Chaewon mewls. Clenching around her big dick, she carefully studies every twitch of Kazuha's facial muscle; solidified jaw, enraptured eyes, fingers that grips heavily around her body to secure. "You're so fucking hot."

Out of breath, Kazuha laughs admiringly. "Am I?" Her tone still teases, like she's not knocking down every available coherence left in Chaewon by being pretty just like that. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Chaewon-ah."

"Do Alphas," Chaewon breathes deeply. "Do Alphas tend to get cocky when they're on their rut because f-fuck you're annoying."

"Why? Are you afraid that I'll smite you?" 

Kazuha has that look that lies between making an indomitable Omega submit and now she's in her nest, a prideful mix of need and mess. Chaewon wishes to rub that Alpha pride off.

"I'm not even gonna try." Chaewon holds her sturdy arm to accommodate the impossible size. "I'm already smitten."

"Eyes on me, gorgeous." 

Chaewon shuts her eyes so she won't have to see the look on Kazuha's face. However when Kazuha springs up to capture Chaewon's lips, the Omega is left undone, drooling at the rim of her lips, gloss smeared beyond their tongues. 

Kazuha's fingers trace the space between her breasts, trailing it up to her neck where mating bites are supposed to be, before she follows the same path using her hot mouth. Chaewon feels the Alpha's hands cupping her breasts, latching a nipple inside her mouth like a newborn baby, sucking and twirling her tongue that sends bolts of electricity through Chaewon.

Chaewon kisses the top of Kazuha's head, and Kazuha groans when the painful heat scorches in her abdomen again, grabbing Chaewon's hips and stilling her in one place. "Sweet girl I," She chokes in the fog of pheromones. "Faster, please, Chaewon-unnie, please — "

"Hands off," Chaewon murmurs, nibbling on Kazuha's lower lip. "I'll make you feel good too, Zuha."

While fledgling on the edge of her rut, Kazuha is a desperate Alpha holding back from her. Her hands settle themselves on the mattress as a weight support, relishing the wonderful sight of her girl's assertion–stretched with her enormous dick. Momentarily Kazuha wonders how a small Omega could fit such a size that it does nothing but spur her more.

"Good boy," Chaewon mutters, and Kazuha feels a rushed heat burning her cheeks at the endearment.

Chaewon comes up to her, licking the pad of her fingertips before rubbing her clit, her hand attempting to sway Kazuha's fallen hair strands blocking her display of sight. Chaewon lurches herself over her, persistently bouncing with a pleased look on her face every time she glances down to see the appealing look of Kazuha's dick snugly fit in her tight cunt.

Kazuha can't repress as she holds Chaewon's waist to brace herself, desperately canting her hips upwards in a bare minimum movement to brush against Chaewon's inner thighs, abs flexing in exertion and Kazuha grunts, a deep feral sound. The new undercurrents make Kazuha's subtle thrusts turn rougher when her scent gets washed on Chaewon. Kazuha's lazy thrusts, groping the flesh of Chaewon's ass, impaling her hard dick inside the roadblock; it is all her reacting to Chaewon's scent, lost in delirium.

“Zuha, ah, ah, ah,” Chaewon moans repeatedly, eyes brimming with tears knowing that she's under control. “My pussy—ah, tearing me apart shit, Alpha, so fucking big h-hah I can't—”

“It's alright, baby, it's okay, I'm right here,” Kazuha says, her voice pacifying the wailing mess, and there is an indentation in the shape of Kazuha warmly pressed against Chaewon's lower abdomen. Kazuha's grip tightens on her hips to keep her in place, sucking in a harsh breath when she finally sees more of her bulging, and Chaewon is too strung-out to even notice as all she does is to take, take, and take whatever Kazuha willingly gives her.

Kazuha fucks onto her, slow and hot, not enough of the sensation leaving Chaewon in a drooling mess, drawing red angry marks on the Alpha's skin and rocking her hips back and forth to meet Kazuha's languid paces, feeling the flaring tear in her pussy with every push.

“Ah, your pussy is sucking me in, good girl.” Chaewon distantly hears the faint sound of Kazuha's raw voice praising her in sync with their skin slapping through the white-hot grainy noise deafening her. “I could put a baby, or two, or–fuck ah, three if you want, I'll breed you loads of me, till you're dripping with my cum unnie and," Kazuha groans, voice sore, "And then they'd run around, call you mama. You want that, unnie?"

"Mmyes, yes, please, breed me, Zuha, I'm yours anyway," Chaewon moans, back arching while clasping her cunt deliciously around the hot head of Kazuha's girth. "Fuck, you're in too deep."

"We'll make as many babies as you'd want," Knowing how strung-out Kazuha is, Chaewon grows fond of her drunken words influenced by her rut-induced brain. "Then–then unnie we can, fuck, we can make a family, sweet girl. Sounds good?"

It’s far too much for her to handle, and Chaewon whines, fingers clawing on Kazuha's skin as she comes around with a tremble.

Chaewon arches her back, hands splayed all over Kazuha's chest. She wants—God, she wants Kazuha to stuff her with her load, breed her as long as she wants, have many children with her, pound her with her knot until she's unable to walk anymore.

Unexpectedly, Kazuha flips their position as fast as how it all began with the Omega's face pressed on the pillow where she can hardly breathe, she can hardly think, and Chaewon cries when she feels a lump nudging her entrance knowing that it's Kazuha's knot gradually inflating.

"Ah, good girl," Kazuha groans deeply, her weight pressed on the back of Chaewon but careful to never crush, kissing her spine before pounding into her mercilessly. "Take my knot, baby, all yours. Always have been, no one else's, breed you so good 'cause you're a good girl, you deserve it, fucking shit Omega—"

"Alpha," Chaewon cries, then rocks her ass closer to Kazuha's pelvis wanting to feel more of her until she's buried with every inch of her dick. "Alpha I can feel it I," 

The slow swelling at the base of Kazuha's dick prods the hole of her cunt. There's this knowledge dawning onto her that in the labyrinth of her rut, Kazuha fears in the haze of everything, that she might not fit, that Chaewon might break, that she won't easily slide in because the feeling of her knot already resting against her core is already a fever dream.

Chaewon spreads her legs further to invite, desperately letting her fingers bite against the blanket while hiding beneath the pillows. “Alpha, I need it please, need your knot, I can take it I swear. I'll be a good girl please, don't want anyone touching me the way you do."

Kazuha lets out a deep wild sound, gripping her hips in brute force before rutting in Chaewon's pliant core one time, two times, then at three the beginning quarters of knot slides in.

Kazuha is too thick. Even before they haven't even started the proposition of theirs before, Chaewon knows. Kazuha is so big and heavy that in her first time of having to feel her knot, Chaewon's vision blanks out. She's in too deep, pressing against the part Chaewon hasn't reached before using her toys, her scent lethal amongst them that it envelops her presence, so strong that when Chaewon soundlessly cries her name out, Kazuha's taste is already lingering on her tongue.

"Feels so good," Kazuha moans behind her. "My good girl, you're taking me so well."

The rubber band that stretches beyond its limits snaps, and Chaewon comes around Kazuha's knot in a shudder.

Chaewon's brain has shut down and has halted all its willpower to function with her body. Her limbs can't be felt anymore, she feels restless, loaded with every inch of Kazuha's dick that she can't even remember her own name anymore. The wave of slick lubricates Kazuha's way into pressing her knot in the deepest part inside Chaewon, her pelvic bones brushing against Chaewon's ass. 

It sinks into her how affected Kazuha is by their intimacy, grinding her hips meaningfully and cautious to not lodge the knot off of her warmth since there's a limited movement available in their connection.

“Chaewon-ah, baby,” Kazuha grunts, her wet hair sticking on her neck and forehead. “Can I mark you? Please, I want to mark you, I've always wanted to because you're mine right? And–and, fuck, unnie, just look at you. Taking my knot so well, like a good girl, my good girl."

Chaewon is brain dead when Kazuha is still fucking lazily inside of her, unthinking as she feels a spill of something thick and warm and filthy that it douses Chaewon's inner thighs with its wet spread. Kazuha comes inside her after two to three more tiny thrusts. 

The room sways around her. Chaewon decodes Kazuha's ardor in claiming her given the sound that she's releasing where Chaewon is sure she's never heard before in all these years of their mutually beneficial stint. Why hasn't she thought of this before? How could she still go on with her life knowing that she's had the best encounter with the alpha holding her so close, afraid that when she opens her eyes she might disappear? Why hasn't Chaewon told her that she loves her before and risked the chance? 

“Mark me,” Chaewon moans to her. “Mark me, please, I don't wanna be with anyone else, I just wanna be with you. You always have me, Zuha, even before, you always did.”

Kazuha seethes through her teeth, reaching for Chaewon's elbows to use its leverage until her chest hits Chaewon's back. “You're mine, you know that? I don't wanna share you with anyone, those two to three Alphas, you can throw them away, you're mine. Please, tell me that you're mine.”

“I'm yours.” Chaewon's voice is worn out and hoarse. "I've always been your Omega, right? Mark me now, I'm your Omega, Zuha, please."

"Mine, fucking mine. You're mine Chaewon-unnie, always have been." Kazuha groans, swipes the tousled hair covering the nape of Chaewon's neck where it meets her shoulder. Then right there, where a flesh of her seduces, Kazuha bites down hard, and Chaewon gasps mutely because she's claimed.

The world around her thrums when a hot-red fluid dribbles, her skin breaking against Kazuha's sharp teeth. Distantly, she feels Kazuha's hips jerking forward, stuttering as she comes again inside her, stuffing her full with her hot rush– breeding her. Chaewon is again reduced to a whining mess when the mating bite pain barely registered to her but none of it really matters anymore. 

All that matters is that Kazuha is here, and nothing more dainty will bleed through her head at the thought of Kazuha's scent, Kazuha's knot, the mark made by Kazuha. Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha. It pulses right through, it's digging, it is carved. An indentation in the shape of her. A golden tattoo.

Chaewon wakes up the following morning when her body had decided to malfunction as well. Kazuha is out of sight, which brings a small amount of disappointment to Chaewon since who was she to complain when the Alpha had knotted her six to seven times the night prior? Chaewon feels weightless, even though when her post-nut clarity had that striking effect on her, Kazuha really does something to her system that it fails to recover every time. When she orients herself at the thought of Kazuha probably just running an errand, Chaewon's internal breakdown has come to an end.

She accidentally thumbs a bruise on her arm causing her to shiver. She doesn't think she could ever look at the Alpha again the same way she looked at her before. Ever she wonders where the Alpha went stray knowing that her rut won't recede at least a day or two from now. But it's somewhat calmed down unlike last night. 

After getting bonded last night, when they share cheap convenience store takeouts while watching Ponyo for the umpteenth time when Kazuha's rut has temporarily staved off, Chaewon is sure that the sofa was her final sighting when she's fast asleep. 

Knowing Kazuha very well, she must've carried her in her room while she's asleep. She is now wearing a non-Kazuha hoodie and shorts that smell like a fresh baby bath. It sort of disappoints her that she doesn't get to steal one of Kazuha's shirts again but hey, maybe some other days she'll plan.

Kazuha's scent is still pulsing in her world. It's not as faint as before when even with the Alpha away, the scent is only subdued and barely reeked of. Today it's rubbed off of Chaewon's body so much that she's starting to smell just like her, an honorable tattoo to say at least.

Okay. So, maybe Kazuha really did ditched her. Chaewon feels uncomfortable laying on her nest where even in changed sheets, the imprint of their blood, sweat, and tears are burned like a brand. It feels kind of gross, really, but she doesn't mind doing this every day with Kazuha and additionally the fact that she gets to wake up with her every day.

So what if Kazuha ate her out two to three times last night to the point of unstoppable cries and mindless gasps? So what if she knotted her and even mated with her? So what if Kazuha kissed her goodnight, ate cheap food with her and bonded over good old Studio Ghibli films? All of it doesn't change the fact that she's a rude bitch for ditching an Omega after actually making her feel a thing. 

Belatedly, Chaewon realizes that she's sniffling. There are an almost puddle of tears wetting her cheeks before grabbing her phone in haste to contact Sakura because what the fuck? She just got fucked-and-ran by an Alpha she lived and loved for three years with! Chaewon curses every living shit out of her, wincing once she shifts from where she's laying because really now. She did imagine a romcom morning care after bonding with the picture perfect Alpha and not a knot-and-go who leaves her with a limp body.

"I've bought your favorite type of overpriced pastries." 

There enters Kazuha; a mug of warm milk in hand, a paper bag of pastries on the other. It snaps Chaewon out of her spite when she sees that Kazuha is wearing the most hilarious cap up to date. Chaewon wants to cry but first, she wants to laugh.

"Hey, hey," Kazuha drops the food on the side table and rushes to Chaewon when she finds her weeping. "Why are you crying? Are you sore?" She uses her thumb to wipe the tears away, eyes filled with concern. "I can always carry you, baby."

Chaewon jabs her chest with a little to no strength. "You–you fucked-and-ran." She sobs helplessly, unknown to her if the hormones are because of being triggered by Kazuha's ruts or being generally dramatic.

"What?" Kazuha wants to laugh. "Unnie, I'd never leave you. What makes you think?" 

"You left me after knotting me several times," Chaewon tells her without thinking. "And this is the first time this has ever happened and you had the audacity to do it the day after we bonded."

Kazuha's chuckles send a low rumble to Chaewon's spine. She wonders what more she has to wait to see this scenery every day, her side profile, waking her up for breakfast, getting spooned by the Alpha every morning, having to kiss her on the streets and holding her hand like lovers do. To bask on their happy ending.

"Chaewon-unnie," Kazuha plants a kiss on the top of her head, barely sniffing the remnants of her overdrive pheromones. "Relax, I'm all yours to enjoy. I'd never leave you, I just bought you breakfast and here you are, frowning upon me."

Chaewon whines, ducking her head on Kazuha to burrow on her neck where there she spots the view of the Alpha's visible mating bite. Her ears are turning red at the thought of a goofy Kazuha running to buy pastries down the street without any concealers to hide the bite marks.

"What would–yesterday Sakura told me that," Chaewon's face is hot. "Sakura told me that she'll visit, and you smell–I reek of you."

"Hm," Kazuha hums thoughtfully, tracing a heart on one of Chaewon's blooming bruises on her arm.

"What should I say?" Chaewon asks. "That I gave up and let my roommate fuck me after all these years of pining?"

"Tell her that you love me." Kazuha snorts, extending an arm to reach for a croissant before shoving it right inside Chaewon's mouth. Chaewon makes a slightly displeased noise but basks in the bread anyway. No one can resist a good pastry after a post-knotted state. 

"Cleanse my eyes," is all Sakura says when she's stepped inside the apartment to find the lovebirds curled up against each other on the sofa watching an episode of Resident Evil with matching mating bites on their neck.

Luckily for them - Chaewon who's wide-eyed by the presence and a laidback Kazuha who even snakes a hand around Chaewon's waist - Sakura is a die hard Otaku so instead of berating them, she chooses to squeeze between the two and be brave enough to take a sip from Kazuha's diet coke.

Chaewon holds Kazuha's hand behind Sakura, before leaning her cheeks on Sakura's shoulder that unavoidably leads to Sakura yelling about how much of an anti-romantic she is before hustling Chaewon away.

Basks in her happy ending, Chaewon thinks there's no better way to end her story.