Jihoon dragged the unconscious body to the apartment with much difficulty, Junghoon's weight nearly toppling him a few times.
He held his breath as Seungho opened the door, the other omega freezing at the sight.
"When did you start bringing men to our apartment?" Seungho asked with wide eyes, moving aside.
"Help me carry him," Jihoon pleaded as they stepped in, and his friend grabbed Junghoon's other hand as they stumbled to Jihoon's room.
They placed him on the bed and Seungho nose flared, eyes widening as he turned to his friend.
"Is t-that.. blood?" He asked and Jihoon sighed, looking for the first aid box.
"Why would you bring an injured man here, Jihoon?" Seungho asked, voice laced with worry. "What if he is dangerous?"
"I couldn't... just leave him there," Jihoon replied, removing Junghoon's stained shirt.
The metallic tang of blood permeated the air and both omegas instinctively turned their heads away, noses scrunched in distaste.
Seungho watched with a tired sigh as Jihoon started cleaning the wound.
"I'll leave you to deal with this then," He whispered, heading for the door. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Jihoon whispered back.
The omega worked quickly, disinfecting the wound with ease. Thankfully, it was not a deep wound—just a gash that bled a lot.
He bandaged it and sat on the chair beside the bed, a satisfied smile on his face.
With the blood cleared, Jihoon could smell the other's scent—coffee.
"Alpha," He mumbled, eyes flashing blue.
The scent was heady, making Jihoon's heartbeat quicken as he inhaled, skin heating up.
He ran a tired hand through his hair. "Who hurt you?" He held the alpha's hand, admiring the full sleeved tattoo on it.
Jihoon felt his body tingle at the touch and he leaked out his scent knowingly.
The smell of coffee and peaches intertwined and he closed his eyes in content.
He fell asleep quickly, a faint smile tugging his lips.
Junghoon's eyes fluttered open, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips.
"Another morning," He whispered, eyes catching the sunrays that filtered into the room.
"I shouldn't have trusted that bastard," The alpha mumbled, sitting up. He winced, reaching out to feel his injured shoulder.
"What?" He frowned and looked down, noting that his chest was bare, a bandage on his wound.
Junghoon's eyes roamed around the room, falling on the figure curled on a chair beside him.
"Mr Kang brought me here?" he muttered.
The alpha exhaled, standing up carefully as he searched for his shirt. He picked it from the floor and headed for the door, before his eyes fell on the man on the chair.
"I'll probably regret this," He murmured, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
Against his better judgement, Junghoon walked and picked Jihoon in his arms, depositing him on the bed.
The other only mumbled softly in his sleep before nestling further into the sheets.
The alpha leaned in to take a closer look at Jihoon, fingers lightly tracing his delicate features.
"Why does it have to be you?" He gritted out, nose flaring as the scent of peaches invaded his senses.
The scent was so ripe..so sweet and Junghoon felt his mouth water, eyes red as his alpha pushed forward, desperately wanting to bury his nose in the other's scent gland.
"Fuck!" He cursed, tearing himself away from Jihoon.
The alpha shook his head and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"So you are going to leave without a thank you?" A voice asked and he turned, eyes landing on the omega sitting on the floor.
"Thank you," Junghoon replied curtly making the other laugh.
"I'm not the one who helped you."
The alpha hummed, buttoning up his shirt. "I'll thank him when I see him at school."
The other nodded, meeting his gaze. "You are Jeon Junghoon?"
"Yeah."
"Interesting."
Junghoon watched as the omega smirked before going back to what he was doing on his phone.
The alpha took that as smirk as his cue to leave.
Stepping out of the apartment, Junghoon released a quiet breath, gently touching his injury.
His phone rang and he retrieved it from his pocket, rolling his eyes at the caller.
"If you called to say I told you so, I will shoot you," he warned as he picked up.
The caller chuckled. "So you are still alive, then."
Junghoon smirked. "It takes more than that to kill me, Brother."
"Doesn't mean you should be careless."
"Send Alex to come pick me up. I've turned on my location."
He cut the call and started walking away from the apartment, ignoring the curious looks he was getting.
The sound of the ringing phone woke Jihoon from his sleep.
The omega sleepily reached out and grabbed the device from his bedside table.
"Hello?" he answered drowsily.
"Of course, you will be sleeping like the lazy omega you are," came the heartless reply and sleep cleared from Jihoon's eyes at the gravelly voice.
He quickly sat up on the bed. "Good morning, Father."
"Don't greet me, you ungrateful brat!" his father yelled. "Why didn't you call me as soon as you came to Seoul?"
Jihoon swallowed in fear. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Father," he apologized, digging his nails into his palms.
"I've told you to stop stuttering when you speak!" His father scolded and the omega held back a sniffle.
"I—"
"Anyways," The other cut him off. "Send me money. Siwoo needs it for his new business project."
"What of the last business project?" Jihoon frowned.
"It didn't work. So he is starting a new one."
"But, I—"
"Are you complaining?" his father asked, voice rising in anger and the omega felt himself cower.
"No.. No, Father."
"I have raised you and it is time for you to help the family," his father continued. "What does an omega need money for anyways?"
"Your alpha brother needs it more than you,"
Jihoon squeezed his eyes shut at the condescending tone.
"I haven't received my pay yet. If I do—"
"Don't forget to do so," his father instructed, voice cold. "If you don't, I will come to Seoul and drag you back here."
"Do I make myself clear!" he barked and the omega nodded hurriedly, forgetting the other couldn't see him.
"Are you also dumb now?!"
"I will do as you have said, Father."
The man cut the call and tears pooled in Jihoon's eyes, scent souring in distress.
Seungho walked into the room, eyes filled with worry. "Was it him?"
The omega nodded wordlessly and his friend reached out and embraced him.
"I'm sorry, Jihoon."
He finally let out a pained sob, burying his face in Seungho's neck. "He doesn't care about me. He doesn't."
Jihoon cried his heart out, the warm embraced and lavender smell of his friend comforting him.
"You know you just can't be sitting here all day."
Jihoon sipped his beer and met his friend's leveled stare. "Watch me," he mumbled stubbornly.
Sunday was probably not a good day to be sitting at a bar, but the omega didn't care.
He just wanted to breeze pass the day with no drama before the weekend ended.
"My boss will scold me you know," Seungho complained as he cleaned the counter. "You know how much of a jerk he is."
"Why is that?" Jihoon questioned, brows furrowed in confusion. He tapped his fingers on the counter. "I am going to pay."
His friend raised a brow at him. "You said that the last time."
"That was one time!"
"And the time before that. And—"
"Fine!" Jihoon grumbled, standing up. He slapped a few notes on the counter. "I'll leave."
Seungho beamed at him. "I'll see you at home."
"Don't miss me too much!" He yelled, chuckling when Jihoon flipped him off and walked out of the bar.
Jihoon kicked a stone off the sidewalk, a dejected pout on his lips.
Sighing, he raised his head only to spot a familiar face.
"Yena?" he narrowed his eyes at the familiar figure across the street.
"What—" his breath hitched as he watched her struggle as a hooded man yanked her towards an alleyway.
The man whispered something to her and her eyes
widened with fear before she stopped resisting, allowing herself to be pulled.
Yena's eyes darted wildly, her terrified gaze meeting Jihoon's and the omega felt his heart skip.
He ran after them.