Akrasia

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/35707693.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: SEVENTEEN (Band)
Relationship: Jeon Wonwoo/Kim Mingyu
Characters: Jeon Wonwoo, Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Xu Ming Hao | The8, Lee
Seokmin | DK, Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi, SEVENTEEN Ensemble
Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics,
Omega Verse, Fluff and Angst, Fights, Minor Violence, Explicit Sexual
Content, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Bickering, Jock Kim Mingyu
(SEVENTEEN), Nerd Jeon Wonwoo, Top Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN),
Bottom Jeon Wonwoo, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha
Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Explicit Language, Heats, ruts, Students,
Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Family Drama, Slow Burn,
Kinda, Idiots in Love, Denial of Feelings, denial is a river in egypt,
Misunderstandings, Love Triangles, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual
Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Love Confessions, Confessions, no
beta we die like men, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rape/Non-con
Elements, not between minwon
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-12-06 Words: 47,487 Chapters: 15/15
 Akrasia
by Akitokitoa_chan

Summary

The fact that Beta Jeon Wonwoo and Alpha Kim Mingyu hate each other is no secret. They're
often seen at each other's necks, constantly threatening each other to the point that their
friends fear if left alone, no one would come out alive.

But their relationship isn't as shallow as one would think. It's twisted and convoluted, laced
with secrets and unspoken agreements.

They hate each other with a passion. So why do they guard each other's secrets with the same
rigor?

Does that make them lovers? Or are they still enemies?

Whatever it is that they are, it's addicting.

-- REVAMPED --

Notes

Akrasia : (n) lack of self-control

See the end of the work for more notes

 Chapter 1

“Jeon!” Mingyu calls when his eyes land on that familiar figure in the distance, “can't believe
I have to see ur face first thing in the morning” he says as the man turns to face him with that
nasty scowl.

Wonwoo cocks a brow, looking Mingyu up and down once as the latter walks towards him,
“You'd rather it's my dick?” he bites back and Mingyu huffs, rolling his eyes, “bitter as usual,
aren’t we?” he asks.

“You’re the one who started it, Kim” Soonyoung growls from beside him, drawing Mingyu’s
attention to him for a hot second before he turns to look at Wonwoo again, “What? Can’t
speak for yourself?” he directs it towards Wonwoo.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, flipping him off as he turns away, “Don't have the energy to indulge
you today, Kim” he says, walking away but from the corner of his eye, Mingyu catches a
glimpse of something interesting. He taps the side of Wonwoo’s neck with the back of his
fingers, “is it cuz you’ve been getting busy these days?” he refers to the red patch on his neck
and Wonwoo’s hand shoots up to grab his wrist, eyes raging as he turns to Mingyu, “don’t
make me break this hand of yours, Kim”

Mingyu scoffs, leaning forth, “I don’t think you can, Jeon”

“Don’t try me” he narrows his eyes and Mingyu wants to punch that scowl off his face. He
smirks, about to say something when their friends interrupt, “okay, break it up” Seokmin
slides in between them as Minghao pulls Mingyu back, “forget it, Gyu”

Wonwoo and his friends don’t say a word and leave and it’s only now Mingyu realizes that a
small crowd has gathered around them.

Mingyu huffs, and the crowd begins to disperse as Minghao, Seokmin and he walk to their
class.
“Why do you bother with that Beta, Gyu?” Minghao asks and Mingyu shrugs, “it’s fun to
annoy him. Love it when I get an expression on his poker face”

Minghao and Seokmin exchange a glance, and Mingyu squints, “what?”

Seokmin shrugs, “it sounds like that , yknow?”

“Like what?”

“Seokmin’s too nice to say you’re acting like a bully to likes to tease the one he likes” and
Mingyu almost chokes on air, “me, like Jeon?” he laughs out loud, “you guys are fucking
crazy. Plus, he’s a beta”

Minghao cocks a brow, “and since when have you cared about someone’s secondary gender?
You’re the guy who stood up to those assholes who were bullying that omega kid. It’s just
funny that you keep up this ‘asshole’ act when it comes to Wonwoo,”

Mingyu rolls his eyes, disregarding everything MInghao just said. Those psychiatry classes
are eating away at his brain.

“Whatever,” Mingyu sighs, “If I wanted to court someone, it would be an Omega. Wealthy
and sexy. Unlike Jeon who has no sex appeal whatsoever”

Seokmin scoffs, “I like that you manage to sneak Wonwoo into every conversation we
have,”

Mingyu shrugs, “You're being delusional,” he dismisses, “plus, Jeon could never land me,”
he says, flexing his biceps, “I’m too sexy,”

Seokmin and Minghao laugh as Mingyu wraps his arms around their neck, walking into the
University building.
 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo are popular names in the University.

Mingyu’s an alpha, and he’s also the Captain of the soccer team. He’s always the talk of the
town and he hates to brag but he’s the most desirable Alpha of the University.

These aren’t his words, no. He was voted so by the student body during his first year after he
shot into the limelight by scoring the winning goal in a tournament. There’s never a lack of
people willing to fall at his feet and boost his massively inflated ego (or so Jeon says).
Mingyu takes pride in it. And he thinks he could’ve been more popular had it not been for
Jeon Wonwoo.

Jeon Wonwoo, that prick.

Mingyu can’t put into words how much Wonwoo’s existence bothers him. He was voted the
most desirable Beta during the first year. Unlike Mingyu who got popular because of his
soccer skills, Wonwoo shot to popularity thanks to his very useless area of expertise –
mathematics.

Jeon Wonwoo became the talk of the town after he and his team beat the other University in
Mathematics contest. No one cared about the Mathletes before Wonwoo became one. The
buzz was around the fact that a mathlete could be so….ridiculously hot. Not Mingyu’s words,
theirs. Jeon Wonwoo basically put Maths on the map. And quickly became the Ice Prince of
their University, calm, composed, and reserved. Mingyu likes to think otherwise because he’s
seen him break that character multiple times. Wonwoo’s not all that. Mingyu knows.

He’s unpleasant, rude and obnoxious.

As Mingyu walks to his car, he notices a crowd around it, like usual. When they notice his
presence, they turn to him with gleaming eyes, “Mingyu!” and a plethora of scents hit his
nose. Mingyu can tell at one sniff that they’re all omegas wanting Mingyu to court them.
Mingyu puts on a pleasant smile, holding his breath because he cannot stand so many scents
at once, “hey guys” he walks to open his door as they give him way but they don’t really
leave his side, “Mingyu, do you have someone to help you with your rut yet?” one asks and
Mingyu shakes his head, “No, been spending them alone”

They exchange glances, “that’s unfortunate. You don’t have to spend it alone, yknow? Ruts
can get pretty exhausting and having an omega by your side is always beneficial. You just
have to ask” she runs a hand up his arm and Mingyu chuckles dryly, escaping her touch and
getting in his car, “I understand. Thank you for your concern, guys. But I’m good for now”

Their faces fall at yet another failed attempt to get Mingyu’s attention, and before they can
say anything, Mingyu drives away from the suffocating concoction of scents.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Mingyu doesn’t live far away.

Well, by his car it doesn’t seem far away. It’s at a good distance from the University and takes
him about 30 minutes to get home. It’s an inconvenience but also necessary. Back when he
used to live in the dorms, omegas would line up outside his room and while Mingyu enjoyed
the attention, he quickly learned he’d rather have some privacy. He could never bear their
scents, which was odd because Alphas are naturally attracted to an Omega’s scent.

Mingyu’s always been an atypical Alpha. He has a plethora of problems associated to his
secondary gender, but he tries to look past them and move on with his life. Either way, with
the help of his dad and after saving up some money from his part-time job, Mingyu’s able to
afford a small apartment, all for himself. He lives in a building predominated by Betas and
doesn’t have to worry about any scents. He can even spend his rut in his apartment instead of
renting Hotels or Alpha dormitories.
He parks his car and gets off, quickly jogging in and taking the elevator up to his apartment.
He greets the building owner on his way up, a sweet little lady, and glares at her grumpy old
husband who doesn’t seem to like Mingyu very much. Whatever he doesn’t care. As he walks
to his apartment, he rings up his mom.

“Hello," she answers the call.

“Hey, mom,”

“ Mingyu, honey, how are you? Have you eaten yet?”

Mingyu hums ,“ Yes, I have. How about you? How’s moving?”

Mingyu’s parents recently moved to a new neighborhood and have been busy packing and
moving for a week now. He hopes they’re getting proper rest though.

“We’re almost done! The neighbors even came over to greet us” she chirps and Mingyu
smiles, punching in the code to his apartment.

“That’s great, mom. And—“

“Ah, Mingyu-ah, your dad’s calling me over. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I have to go!” she
says and before Mingyu can reply, she disconnects the call. Mingyu chuckles and tosses his
phone on the couch, plopping onto it, tired. He'll get her later.

His Dad is an Alpha, his Mom is a beta. It was a love marriage, disapproved by his Dad’s
family which is why they kicked him out of the family. His Dad cared more about his wife
than inheritance and is hence happy living a humble life with his family. Naturally, Mingyu
doesn’t have the wealth typical alphas do either. But he doesn’t mind. He’s been raised to
prioritize relations more than money.
He stares up at the ceiling, wondering how different he is with his family and at University. If
his mom knew the way he acts at University, she’d probably humble him with a few good
smacks. Especially if she found the regular fights he picks with Wonwoo.

He clicks his tongue, tch, Wonwoo.

He can’t help but want to annoy the man whenever he sees him. They’re enemies after all.
Arch rivals, nemeses, whatever you’d call it.

Minghao says there’s no point in picking a fight with Betas like him. It’s not that Mingyu is
prejudiced against Betas. Only that generally, Betas aren’t as aggressive as Alphas. What’s
the point of picking a fight with someone who’s not interested in indulging you?

But like Mingyu, Wonwoo’s also a little…different. And it’s because Mingyu knows what
makes him different that it makes him want to tease him. And it’s a secret he’ll probably end
up taking to the grave despite hating that beta bastard so much.

The door clicks open, alerting Mingyu. A sweet scent invades his senses and before he can
turn around, he’s being pushed back onto the couch, slender legs straddling his thighs as lips
crash against his fervently. Mingyu kisses back, locking his arms around that petite waist,
eliciting a moan from none other than Jeon Wonwoo, who’s panting and whimpering in his
arms right now. The kiss is anything but gentle as Mingyu licks into Wonwoo’s mouth
immediately.

Mingyu breaks away, hands raising Wonwoo’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground as
he inhales his intoxicating scent, nuzzling his nose in the junction of his shoulder and neck.
His hands roam his chiseled body, feeling the taut muscles tense and relax.

“I thought your heat was over yesterday” he growls, biting into the shoulder, and Wonwoo
groans, yanking Mingyu back to his lips. The kiss is hurried, rough, and urgent.
“Fuck, I thought so too” he moans into his mouth when Mingyu’s hands cup his ass,
squeezing.

Wonwoo grinds down onto his lap, onto his erection and Mingyu grumbles, mustering the
strength to lift Wonwoo up in his arms, lips interlocked as he carries him to the bedroom. He
pushes him against the wall, biting and sucking his neck.

“Idiot,” Wonwoo hisses, “don’t fucking leave marks” his voice is weak and Mingyu can
smell Wonwoo’s arousal dripping down his legs.

God, that’s so fucking hot.

“Can’t help it” Mingyu’s teeth dig into the flesh and Wonwoo throws his head back, locking
his legs securely around Mingyu’s waist, “Asshole. Why did you point out that I have a
hickey? Do you want people getting suspicious of us?” Wonwoo asks amidst gasps and
moans.

Mingyu walks to his bedroom with Wonwoo in his arms, talking in between violent kisses,
“you should’ve made an effort to hide it, baby. I’m not the one at fault here” He tosses
Wonwoo onto the bed, getting rid of his own shirt before crawling over Wonwoo, whose
cheeks are flushed red and eyes glossy, filled with lust. His body glistens with sweat, chest
heaving, and Mingyu doesn’t think twice before dipping to capture his lips again.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu” Wonwoo bites his lip, his pants strained with his erection. Mingyu
smirks, “I do the fucking, babe,”

Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu are enemies.

But Mingyu knows a lot more about Wonwoo than most, even his darkest secrets.

Like the fact that Jeon Wonwoo is actually an omega.

And that he often begs Kim Mingyu to fuck his brains out.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Mingyu rolls off Wonwoo, severely out of breath as he separates their sweat-slick bodies,
lying on his back. His droopy eyes glance first at the clock, 1:23 am, and then at Wonwoo,
who’s breathing hard, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Mingyu tries not to ogle at his
bare chest.

“Please tell me your heat has subsided” Mingyu half pleads, half wheezes and Wonwoo nods,
swallowing thickly, “yeah, I think it has”

Mingyu’s chest swells with air, “thank god. Cuz I don't think I have it in me go another 6
rounds” he says and Wonwoo scoffs, sitting up, “weak”

Mingyu huffs, turning to glare at his back now blooming with hickeys that Mingyu put there.
He sighs, no longer offended by Wonwoo’s words because Wonwoo’s going to have a hard
time covering up those hickeys anyway. That’s enough punishment for him.

Mingyu’s eyes travel up his narrow waist, to those broad shoulders, and then to the way those
slender fingers run through his hair. Wonwoo ruffles his hair, spraying sweat everywhere, on
Mingyu’s face and the latter groans, “yah! The sweat!” he complains and Wonwoo turns to
give him a side-eye. He ruffles harder, directing it towards Mingyu, and Mingyu grunts,
turning on his side to escape the sweat, “fucker” he curses as Wonwoo wraps a blanket
around himself.

Look at him being all haughty now. Just a few minutes ago he was asking Mingyu to go
harder and faster.

Tch.

Well, Wonwoo doesn’t exactly plead. He’d break Mingyu’s nose if Mingyu says otherwise.
But in his defense, Wonwoo did plead. Once, like one year ago and it lead to them being in
this convoluted relationship of fight and fuck.

It’s just something they’ve made a habit of doing. Out of convenience.

Normally, there’s nothing convenient about sleeping with your enemy. But their case seems
to be unique. Because though they hate each other, completely and utterly despise each other,
their bodies are insanely and interestingly compatible.

And they were lucky enough to find out that one ill-fated evening one year ago.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Maybe it’s because bickering with Jeon Wonwoo every morning has become a daily routine
that Mingyu notices his long absence from University. Jeon Wonwoo is the perfect student,
smart and punctual so for him to not show for three days straight is pretty suspicious. Mingyu
has already come up with several theories for his disappearance.

That Wonwoo is involved in some fucked up shit with the Mafia

That Wonwoo has run away to a deserted island to live a lonely life

Or that he’s an omega staying home because of his heat cycle

Mingyu laughs at how wild his own imagination was. To be honest, Wonwoo being involved
with the Mob seems more believable than him being an Omega because come on, look at
him.

Jeon Wonwoo is far from being an Omega. First of all, male Omegas are rare. Their
university has a few but Jeon Wonwoo cannot be one. It just doesnt make sense.
Stereotpically speaking, omegas are timid and beautiful– Jeon Wonwoo is neither of that.
Second, look at him! If people didn’t know he was a Beta they'd be convinced he was an
alpha or something. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a tall figure. Nothing about that
physique remotely resembles an Omega. And not to mention that nasty attitude of his.
Omegas are soft and sweet but Wonwoo is nothing but a pain in the ass. Mingyu has never
seen the man smile once in the one year that he’s known him. An Ice Prince is what he is
because somehow, his cold personality is what people are attracted to. Mingyu doesn't know
how the human mind works but oh well.

But Mingyu really shouldn't be making gross generalizations like this. After all, he himself
doesn't fit the Alpha spectrum either. Alphas are proud, arrogant, rich, and constantly
asserting their dominance over the other genders. Mingyu doesn't (except when it's Wonwoo)
Either way, he hasn't ever judged a person’s personality by their secondary gender. Sure, he’s
popular like typical Alphas but that's about it for him. Mingyu boasts about beating Jeon
Wonwoo to a pulp but doubts he can even hurt a fly (Wonwoo doesn't need to know that). He’s
never used his pheromones to assert dominance or establish his presence like several other
Alphas of his University do. He isn't rich, or influential and works part-time to get himself by.
Overall, he lives a pretty down-to-earth life. So he really shouldn't be playing into the
Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics with regard to Wonwoo. But in his defense, Wonwoo has done
nothing to indicate he's not just another plain Beta.

“Nice work today boys! You're dismissed!” The Coach announces as his team members catch
their breaths.

Sweaty and tired, they make their way to the locker room, bustling with pheromones now that
they're inside. It suffocates Mingyu a bit but he’s gotten used to it now. He’s always been a
little unaffected by pheromones. He can smell them, for sure. But they've never appealed to
him or awoken his inner wolf or whatever. His parents worry a great deal because it’s
definitely not normal but the Doctor reassured them that it’s more common than they think
and that once Mingyu gets a stable partner or mate, it’ll fall into place. The Doctor opined
that maybe Mingyu’s wolf craves a different scent than the rest. Mingyu doesn't care frankly.
It’s great that he’s unaffected because he’s seen the treacherous things people do with those
pheromones.
“Cap!” Jeongin calls once Mingyu gets out of the shower, “I can't come to practice
tomorrow. Or for a few days after” and Mingyu cocks a brow, “why not?”

“Oh, I have my rut coming up so….” he says and Mingyu sighs. While Mingyu is physically
and biologically different from most Alphas, he has ruts as well. And boy, are they intense.
More so than others because all the energy his Wolf has been conserving on normal days
explodes on days of his ruts. Mingyu has to confine himself in his apartment or seek an
Omega out. Mostly, it's the latter because there is no lack of suitors. Plus, it's normal for
Omegas and Alohas to pair up, even if it's only once. Naturally, Mingyu has had several
partners, all only for a single time, which leads to numerous awkward interactions at the
University. But he’s trying to rely more on just staying home and enduring it because the sex
is never good.

“Alright, I’ll inform the Coach. Take care” he smiles and Jeongin grins, “okay! See ya!” he
rushes out of the locker room.

One by one, his teammates leave the locker room after greeting him. Mingyu only stays back
to clean up. He knows he can just make them do it but he likes cleaning.

By the time he's done, it’s already dark out. He’d love to stay back and clean more but he
figures he can do it tomorrow. He grabs his bag and makes his way outside.

He’s walking to his car, pretty out of it because he hasn't annoyed Wonwoo all day. Now he
just misses hurling curses at him and makes it a point to curse at him the next time he sees
him. Which he doesn't realize is sooner than he’d expected.

As he enters the parking space, a sweet, mellow scent reaches his nose. And for the first time
ever, it tingles his senses. He halts, surprised, and finds a figure standing by his car. He
squints, taking careful steps, and once close enough, he sees him.

“Jeon!” Mingyu calls, marching towards Wonwoo who seems to be doing something to his
car, “the fuck are you doing?!” he asks. Before his senses can completely comprehend what’s
happening, he grabs Wonwoo’s shoulder and turns him around, and he's hit by a waft of
pheromones. Wonwoo’s pheromones. Wonwoo, who’s a beta, is eliciting pheromones.
“W-Wha–” Mingyu staggers as he watches Wonwoo’s sweaty brows and bruised lips, a result
of Wonwoo biting them repeatedly.

“Mingyu” he pants, voice weaker than his usual ‘KIM’ and Mingyu would be lying if he said
it didnt send blood rushing to his dick. But that’s beside the point!

Jeon Wonwoo is eliciting pheromones, uncontrollably so, like he’s in heat and Mingyu’s body
is reacting to it.

“Wonwoo, what the fuck–” it's difficult to even speak with the amount of pheromones
surrounding them, his and Wonwoo’s now beginning to mix. Wonwoo clutches his chest,
taking small steps in Mingyu’s direction, “Mingyu, y-you have to help me” he pants and
Mingyu gulps, denying immediately, “N-No, I-I…you need to find someone else, Wownoo” he
covers his nose but it doesn't stop Wonwoo’s intoxicating scent from seeping into his body
anyway.

“I-I..please, Mingyu” he takes a step forward, stumbling and Mingyu instinctively reaches
out, steadying him. Wonwoo grabs onto him and doesn't let go. Mingyu’s growing dizzier by
the second, like something inside him has finally been awakened. He pushes Wonwoo against
his car, breathing laboriously, “Y-You need to find someone else. You're in fucking heat!” he
says.

Wonwoo nods, leaning against the car and biting his lips, “please” he pleads, hands
traveling to Mingyu’s chest, clutching his shirt, “I can’t…” he pulls Mingyu closer, who lets
himself be pulled closer. His arms are weak, unable to resist how delicious Wonwoo smells
and looks.

“Fuck, you’re going to regret this later,” he says, “I’ll drive you to a heat center. You'll find
someone there to–” before Mingyu can even complete his sentence, Wonwoo yanks him close
and crashes their lips together. All reason leaves Mingyus's body and he kisses back,
overcome by his inner wolf. Wonwoo makes a small sound in the back of his throat, pleased
when their tongues dance together filthily. At once, Mingyu is hooked because Wonwoo tastes
and smells addicting, and Mingyu can't get enough. His mind is swimming but he pulls back,
gathering the strength to resist.
“Wonwoo,” he says and the Omega moans in response, “Gyu…”

That sound has Mingyu weak in the knees.

“You…this…we…” and Wonwoo kisses him again, silencing him. He pulls away after a few
seconds of hot make out, making Mingyu chase his lips, He creaks open his eyes to meet
Mingyu’s and purses his lips, speaking in the lowest register possible, “I’d rather it be you
than some stranger”

And it’s all it takes Mingyu to open his car door and pull Wonwoo onto his lap.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Fuck, drive faster, please” Wonwoo buries his nose in the crook of Mingyu’s neck, inhaling
his pheromones as Mingyu tries his best to maintain his sanity

Wonwoo’s settled on his lap, grinding and sniffing and Mingyu shouldn’t even be driving but
he has to because they can’t do what they want to in the parking space at their Uni where
everyone can see. If this continues, Mingyu might have to tint all his windows just to be safe.

With the windows closed, Wonwoo’s scent is penetrating his body, invading all his senses and
it’s driving Mingyu crazy by the minute. If Wonwoo wasn’t writhing, hot and sweaty on his
lap, Mingyu would’ve driven them back to his place. But it’s too far and so he chooses to pull
into a motel instead.

Wonwoo slips out first, letting Mingyu get off and for a hot second, they just stand there,
looking at each other. As if coming to a silent understanding, Mingyu takes Wonwoo’s hand
and guides them towards the reception, swallowing the thick knot building in his throat.
“Hi, room for two” Mingyu rasps, body heating by the second now. The receptionist doesn’t
bother to look at them and slides them a key, too busy with her crossword puzzle, and
Mingyu’s thankful she doesn’t care. Because right now, both their pants are strained,
erections obvious and lips swollen from all the kisses Wonwoo stole at every traffic light.

“First floor, last room on the left,” she says and Mingyu grabs the key, dragging Wonwoo to
the elevator. The moment the doors close, Wonwoo pushes him against the wall, locking their
lips and Mingyu kisses back eagerly, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him close.
He’s too caught up in the thrill to even think about the fact that he’s making out with the
person he considers his enemy. Or the fact that said enemy came to him for his heat.

“Mingyu, mnph” Wonwoo slurs as Mingyu licks into his mouth, his hands gathering the flesh
of his ass. He pulls and pushes and Wonwoo’s on his toes, squirming. The intensity of his heat
increases when Mingyu presses his finger between his asscheeks. Wonwoo’s wet, leaking
even, so much that the slick oozes through his jeans. It feels warm and sticky on Mingyu’s
fingers and he pushes in further, letting Wonwoo moan into his mouth.

Wonwoo’s fingers tug at his hair, guiding Mingyu to all the sensitive places on his neck.
Mingyu makes sure to remember them all, burn them into his brain, and never forget.

“S-Shit..” Wonwoo’s knees wobble and once the elevator doors open, Mingyu musters up the
strength to lift Wonwoo in his hands. Once in the air, Wonwoo wraps his legs around
Mingyu’s waist, groaning once he’s pushed against a wall in the hallway. He doesn’t care if
there’s someone in the hallway watching them. He only cares about Wonwoo and the way his
hips move, grinding down onto Mingyu’s erection.

They’re too preoccupied to even hear a door open, “what the fuck with all these pheromones!
Get a room!” a man scolds and Wonwoo breaks the kiss, flipping him off, “shut the fuck up”
he bites and Mingyu thinks he looks so fucking sexy running his mouth like that.

“Let’s go to the room” Mingyu speaks against his lips and Wonwoo nods, “alright” and
Mingyu likes that for once, he’s not at the receiving end of his profanities. Once they’re at
their door, kissing heatedly, Mingyu blindly yet skilfully unlocks the room and they rush in.
They don’t part as they stumble in the darkness, navigating their way to the bed with their
eyes closed and lips locked. Mingyu doesn’t mean to but he tosses Wonwoo onto the bed,
making him wince in pain. But Wonwoo doesn’t seem to curse him for it, only yanks him down
onto himself, parting his legs to let Mingyu settle in the middle.
“Fuck, you’re so hard. You wouldn’t stop rubbing against me in the car either” Mingyu
growls, biting into his neck and Wonwoo moans out loud, “my body is on fire” he gasps, “I
can’t think straight” he says. Mingyu shuts him up with a kiss, invading his mouth with his
tongue, licking at his teeth and the roof of his mouth, which drives him insane, making his
back arch and eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck” Mingyu grinds down into his hips and Wonwoo responds eagerly, grinding up. Their
clothed cocks rub against each other lewdly and Wonwoo chokes out a groan, “fuck, touch
me more” he says and Mingyu wastes no time in discarding his own shirt before helping
Wonwoo out of his clothes. He slides his pants off his legs, seeing just how wet his groin is,
underwear stained with pre-cum. He pulls the fabric of his underwear, letting his cock spring
out and it’s wet and sticky and dripping. Mingyu drools at the nasty sight, of the mess
Wonwoo made of himself but he doesn’t seem to care, squirming, “Mingyu, please—“

Mingyu thinks he’s gotten used to the intensity of Wonwoo’s pheromones but he was wrong.
Wonwoo whimpers, desperate for pleasure and leaks more pheromones, stimulating the alpha
within him. Mingyu holds back a growl as he does away with his underwear and pushes
Wonwoo’s legs open, staring at his shame as Wonwoo fails miserably at covering it.

Mingyu chuckles breathlessly, almost dazed as he removes Wonwoo’s trembling hands from
his crotch, “don’t be shy now, baby” he says and Wonwoo whines at the nickname. Mingyu
huffs when Wonwoo parts his legs more, urging Mingyu to go on. Mingyu swallows, noticing
how Wonwoo’s slick wets the sheets, leaking out uncontrollably from his pulsating hole. Does
Wonwoo realize how wrecked he looks? How desperate he looks?? Never in a million years
did Mingyu think he would have the opportunity to have Wonwoo under him like this,
squirming and writhing, waiting for Mingyu to pound into him. Fuck the heat out of him.

“Fuck, as much as I love foreplay, I think you need my cock” Mingyu shuffles closer, pressing
his fingers against Wonwoo’s hole, and the man yelps, closing his legs.

Mingyu growls inwardly, pushing his legs apart and pressing his fingers inside his slick wet
hole. One finger in and Wonwoo’s breath hitches, letting more slick ooze out.

“Mingyu, hmph—“ Wonwoo groans, closing his legs again and Mingyu scoffs annoyed,
“fuck, just relax!” he says as Wonwoo covers his face, “I’m trying to! I-I don’t know how to”
he trails off towards the end.

“What” Mingyu frowns, “what do you mean you don’t know how to,” he asks and Wonwoo
bites his lip

“—ime”

Mingyu leans forth, not having caught that, “what?”

Wonwoo exhales, “it’s my first-time” lips quivering, and Mingyu halts, mouth hung open.

Wonwoo doesn’t look at him, hiding behind his hand.

Oh….

So this..

Okay.

Mingyu inhales, leaning down towards Wonwoo’s face.

“Hey” he calls, knocking on his hand, and Wonwoo purses his lips. He’s embarrassed,
Mingyu can tell. But he doesn’t want to tease him about it.

Wonwoo doesn’t budge so Mingyu gently grabs his wrist, carefully pulling it away from his
reddened face. Mingyu places a kiss on his lips, and another, and another till Wonwoo doesn’t
seem too embarrassed anymore, kissing Mingyu back, locking his arms around his neck, and
holding him close.
That night, and for the days that followed, Mingyu and Wonwoo remained locked up in that
dingy motel room, sweaty bodies entangled till Wonwoo’s heat finally calmed down.

All at once, Mingyu was made privy to many revelations.

First, that Jeon Wonwoo is a virgin.

Second, that the Beta heartthrob of their University, Jeon Wonwoo is an omega.

Third, Mingyu’s alpha seems to like Wonwoo’s Omega

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

It’s been that way ever since. Mingyu and Wonwoo meet up for their ruts and heats and have
become heavily dependent on each other. At least Mingyu has because he can’t stand any
other scents anymore.

Mingyu doesn’t know why Wonwoo pretends to be a beta. Only that he’s been taking scent
blockers and heat medication, suppressing his inner wolf to such an extent that it couldn’t
bear it anymore and broke free that night one year ago. Wonwoo skipped two days because of
his heat, which wasn’t even supposed to come. And while he thought it resided, it didn’t and
he went into a full-blown heat in the parking space. While it wasn’t his first heat, it was his
first with an alpha.

Does Mingyu take pride in knowing he’s Wonwoo’s…first? Not really. But it does make him
a little giddy for some reason.
“Help yourself with the banana milk before you leave,” Mingyu says, eyes tracing the lines
of Wonwoo’s figure. Wonwoo exhales, stretching and letting the blanket fall off his
shoulders. He stands up, walking around the bed and out the door, all the while Mingyu’s
eyes follow his naked figure.

It’s crazy how weirdly comfortable they’re around each other now. If you think about it, a
guy walking around your apartment with his dick out is weird. Especially if it’s your arch-
nemesis. But it’s really not.

“Here” Wonwoo re-enters the room with two packs of Banana milk and tosses one to Mingyu
who catches it mid-air. Wonwoo clicks his tongue, settling on the bed, “you don’t have to flex
every time”

Mingyu scoffs, glancing at his biceps, “it isn’t my fault your gaze keeps going there, babe”

“What did we agree about nicknames?” Wonwoo glares and Mingyu rolls his eyes, sitting up,
“oh, stop being so uptight”

Wonwoo exhales, slamming his pack to the bedside table and grabbing his clothes.

“Then stop breaking rules,” he says, sliding into his pants and shirt.

“Well there’s so many of them I lose track,” he says as Wonwoo grabs a mask from Mingyu’s
drawer, flipping him off as he walks out, “not my fault your puny brain can’t keep track”

Mingyu exhales, following him out, “hey, at least finish your drink,” he says, extending the
pack Wonwoo abandoned.
“Don’t need it” he leans down to help his shoes onto his feet and Mingyu sighs, watching
hickeys stick out of his poorly adjusted collar. He extends his hand to correct them, only for
Wonwoo to turn and grab his hand like this morning, “don’t break the rules” he utters and
drops his hand.

Mingyu rolls his eyes as Wonwoo walks out, “and put on some underwear” he yells as he
leaves and Mingyu groans, slamming the door behind him.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Yeah, the desire that bubbles in them during sex turns into bickering and curses when they’re
done. Guess they haven’t completely progressed from where they began.

Enemies.

“ Don’t break the rules”

Mingyu clicks his tongue as he drives to the University.

Wonwoo and his stupid rules.

Now that they’re no longer just enemies, it was important to establish some ground rules
about their rocky relationship where they suck faces on the bed and throw punches outside.

Rule number 1 is something Wonwoo pulled straight out of watt-pad

Don’t fall in love.

Mingyu rolls his eyes at it every single time. And like every other cliche movie, he thinks to
himself, like I’m going to fall in love with that feisty cat furball. But he means it. Nothing
about Wonwoo appeals to Mingyu, except sexually because in that area—

Rule number 2 : Remain enemies

Super easy. Mingyu doesn’t even need to try because he takes one look and wants to throw
up. Except when he’s under him—

Rule number 3: No sex outside heats and ruts

Makes sense. Mingyu’s up for that. Because having sex outside heat and ruts would be…. un-
enemy-like. No two people who hate each other’s guts would engage in sexual intercourse for
no reason at all. And it's weird when they're not under the influence of pheromones and heat.
Sober sex is too intimate to engage in given the nature of their relationship.

Rule number 4 : no staying the night

Mingyu likes to think that Wonwoo’s scared of giving in to Mingyu’s amazing cuddling
ability. He knows Wonwoo won’t be able to resist his warm cuddles. Well, it’s not that
Mingyu wants to cuddle him anyway. Either way, it’s best to not have any contact outside
sex. It’s better that way for both of them.

Rule number 5 is probably the only rule that makes sense.

Don’t do anything in public

Neither Mingyu nor Wonwoo want anyone from their University to know they’re hooking up.
It would be horrible and people would definitely blow it out of proportion. Plus, Mingyu
doesn’t want to be affiliated with Wonwoo and he’s sure Wonwoo feels the same.

Apart from this, there are other smaller rules they came up with over the course of their
relationship.

Don’t leave scratch marks on the back

Don’t leave hickeys

Don’t use nicknames (Mingyu knows just how much Wonwoo likes them so he continues to
use them just to tease him because he’s weirdly particular about this rule)

Well, Mingyu too came up with one rule.

No blowjobs.

And it applies only to Wonwoo. Wonwoo’s never given Mingyu a blowjob before but
Mingyu has this irrational, maybe not so irrational, fear that Wonwoo could quite possibly
bite his dick off.

Other than a few other rules, they’re pretty open to do whatever. But one thing they can’t
bring themselves to do is be gentle with each other. No, they’re not into hurting each other or
anything but their sessions are always so heated and hurried that there’s no room for being
soft and disgusting like lovers. They’re fine as they are.

Mingyu wonders if Wonwoo likes their sexual compatibility as much as Mingyu. Or if he’s
only with Mingyu because of all the secrets he knows about Wonwoo.
 Mingyu has never once thought about using those secrets to blackmail him. He could. He
should, as Wonwoo’s cutthroat enemy but he really doesn’t want to. Mingyu wonders why he
guards Wonwoo’s secrets so rigorously. And why Wonwoo trusts him with them, in one form
or another.

As Mingyu pulls into his usual parking space, he catches glimpse of Wonwoo on the other
side, parking his bike. Yeah, Jeon Wonwoo the ‘nerd’ has a bike. A proper motorcycle that he
rides everywhere. Another reason for the student body to lose its damn mind.

Wonwoo doesn’t seem to notice Mingyu’s car, having plugged his AirPods in. He pulls his
turtleneck up, grabs his helmet, and begins to move toward the building but he soon stops.

He stops and smiles.

Yeah, Jeon Wonwoo smiles and it’s the first time Mingyu’s seeing one, so bright and
innocent.

And he isn’t in the least surprised when he follows the recipient of Wonwoo’s gaze.

Professor Hyunwoo.

Well, there’s another secret of Wonwoo’s which Mingyu guards.

It’s the fact that he’s in love with their Maths Professor.

Chapter End Notes

kudos and comments appreciated! Next update next week!

Note — Hyunwoo is a random name chosen by me, it is not Shownu from MonstaX :)
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Mingyu hates Mathematics. Absolutely despises it. And the only reason he’s taking a Maths
course right now is that it was either Maths or Geology and while Mingyu would love to sit
around all day analyzing rocks and dirt and stones or whatever, he’d much rather do
something that would actually contribute to his major: Economics.

Either way, the only thing making Maths class worse was that it’s the one class he has in
common with none other than Jeon Wonwoo, pursuing some degree in Science. Mingyu
doesn’t know, doesn’t care. But boring holes into the side of Wonwoo’s head is something he
definitely enjoys doing instead of focusing in class. Jeon Wonwoo’s duality — or is it triality
—is mindboggling. He’s one person in bed, another in class, and something else otherwise.
Mingyu also hates that Maths is one area he can’t beat Wonwoo in. He’s way too good at it.
The class hasn’t even begun yet but he’s already, very dedicatedly scribbling down something
in his notes, every now and then pushing his round-rimmed glasses up his nose.

Mingyu doesn’t want to look at Wonwoo, who’s minding his own business. If his friends
were here, he’d much rather talk to them than count the number of times Wonwoo bites his
lips while solving a problem. But they’re not here and nothing else interests Mingyu.

Mingyu wonders how Wonwoo got so good at Math. Is he a prodigy? Did he train specially
for it? And most of all, why the heck does Wonwoo look so interested in Maths? On several
occasions, Wonwoo has cribbed about not being able to attend Maths classes due to his heat
or Mingyu’s ruts. When it’s Mingyu’s ruts, Wonwoo makes sure to make him feel guilty
about making him skip class but it never works on Mingyu because he’s far too busy
pounding into him. Coming back to the question, why does Wonwoo like Maths class so
much? It’s probably because of Professor Hyunwoo.

Wonwoo’s not in love with maths. He’s in love with the Professor that teaches it.

Mingyu always thought crushes on teachers were a thing of fiction, or porn. He never
understood the science behind liking someone significantly older than you, or even someone
you’ve at some point in your life accidentally called “mom”. What kind of a Freudian
nightmare is that? Either way, Mingyu has come a long way from being judgemental to
actually realizing people are different. Look at how many people are attracted to the wolf
from Zootopia?

“That’s a fox, you dickhead! And yes, he’s attractive,” Wonwoo hissed once when the topic
came up after sex. Mingyu agreed with him, citing the example of the attractive aquarium
fish from Finding Nemo.

“Gill?” Wonwoo asked and Mingyu nodded, “you don’t think?”

After a moment of contemplation, Wonwoo agreed, “I can see why,”

It was the first thing they’d ever agreed upon (other than the decision to have sex of course)

Getting back to the topic at hand, Mingyu means that nothing really fazes him anymore. Plus,
it's not like Professor Hyunwoo is an old man. He’s young, maybe in his 30s. Honestly,
Mingyu always thought of him as a little creepy? But who is he to judge who Wonwoo likes.
Maybe Wonwoo sees something in him that Mingyu doesn’t. But like…what? Mingyu thinks
the only reason someone as unbothered as Wonwoo decided to participate in the Mathletes
tournament is because of Professor Hyunwoo. Now, the question is, did Wonwoo fall in love
with Maths because of Prof. Hyunwoo or did he fall in love with Prof. Hyunwoo because of
maths?

It really shouldn’t bother Mingyu that he doesn’t know what Wonwoo sees in the man. Prof.
Hyunwoo’s pretty tall, he’ll give him that. But other than that, objectively speaking, he’s
kinda plain. Maybe Wonwoo and he connected on some intellectual level. Who knows? Who
cares? Not Mingyu.

Okay, maybe Mingyu does care. Only a little. But not for the reasons you’d think. It bothers
him a little that he happened upon Wonwoo’s feelings by pure chance. Like he’s invading his
privacy. But in his defense, anyone who was looking could tell Wonwoo liked the man. Or
maybe it's just a high intensity of admiration that Wonwoo holds for Prof. Hyunwoo. Nothing
is for sure. Either way, Mingyu hates that he’s been made privy to such an intimate detail of
his. And purely by accident!
 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s normally low voice has turned into a mess of high-pitched moans as Mingyu slams
into him. Mingyu’s rut’s pretty intense this time around, and he can't stop as he mercilessly
fucks Wonwoo senseless. Normally, Wonwoo has good stamina. But he’d just come over after
giving an exam and running a lap with the Athletics team so he’s pretty out of it, eyes shut as
he begins to come uncontrollably. Mingyu’s tired as well, finishing up with a few thrusts as
Wonwoo’s body falls limp on his bed, chest heaving as Mingyu releases inside the condom.
He raises his hand to Wonwoo’s warm face, hooded eyes beginning to close again, sleep
taking over.

“Wonwoo..” he whispers, leaning into the steal a kiss. But Wonwoo nuzzles into the palm of
his hand and his blood runs cold at the name that rolls off his lips,

“Hyunwoo…hyung”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Yup, Jeon Wonwoo accidentally moaned Prof. Hyunwoo’s name once. And it deeply hurt
Mingyu’s ego that he was thinking of another man and he punished the clueless Wonwoo by
being an absolute jerk to him the next day. But recalling that event is never a pleasant thing
for Mingyu.

He sighs, turning to Wonwoo who’s tucked a pencil into his ear. Mingyu bites back a smile.
But it falls when he thinks back to how softly he called out Prof. Hyunwoo’s name. All he
calls Mingyu is stuff like bastard, dickhead, dumbass, and on rare occasions, Mingyu.

Mingyu suspires.

The previous hustle-bustle of the classroom dies down when Prof. Hyunwoo enters the room,
“Sorry! I’m late!” he rushes to the desk and from the corner of his eye, Mingyu watches
Wonwoo straighten and gulps, grabbing the pencil from his ear which looked rather adorable
there. Wonwoo sets his hair a little, though Mingyu doesn’t notice how it’s different from
what it was moments ago. Wonwoo’s putting an effort to look good. Mingyu clicks his
tongue. When he comes over to Mingyu’s, he’s either sweating and most times doesn’t even
bother to shave. It’s really difficult to kiss him like that. Even Mingyu makes an effort to get
fresh before Wonwoo comes over, which he realizes is actually a waste of time because
Wonwoo doesn’t seem to give a fuck. It’s not that Wonwoo’s unhygienic. It’s just that he
doesn’t care because it's Mingyu he’s with. He doesn’t give two shits about his opinion,
which again is hurtful but Mingyu’s learned to not care. Either way, Wonwoo cleans up quite
nicely and is actually very clean. Look at him now, swallowing a peppermint and adjusting
his collar (which he does a miserable job at) Mingyu rolls his eyes, turning to face the
Professor.

“Let’s get started,” Professor says, grabbing a piece of chalk to write on the board. But he’s
soon interrupted.

“Professor!” a voice calls, “is that a ring on your finger?”

Mingyu doesn't know how that girl managed to even catch that and he doesn’t care. He whips
his head to Wonwoo’s, whose eyes have grown slightly. All the students begin to ‘ooh’ and
‘ahh’ as the Professor breaks into a smile, raising his hand, “Ah, yup. I’m engaged!” he
declares and the students burst into a cheer. All except two. Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Wonwoo’s staring at Prof. Hyunwoo and Mingyu’s staring at Wonwoo.

To a normal person, Wonwoo’s face would look the same, indifferent. But Mingyu literally
watches his heart shatter into a million pieces. His lower lip quivers slightly and he lowers
his gaze to his notebook, clutching the pencil.

Mingyu swallows thickly.

He doesn’t know why but his heart breaks a little as well.

 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

After Prof. Hyunwoo’s class, the Professor walks away and the class is dismissed. Students
begin to disperse but Wonwoo remains frozen for a long time, having not moved a single
muscle the entire class. Mingyu knows because he hasn’t gotten much work done either, as
evident from his blank notebook. Mingyu should be happy, delighted that Wonwoo is sad.
But he’s not. Maybe that’s too childish. Rather, Mingyu shouldn't be affected by this at all
and go on with his life. Why should get care about how or when Wonwoo’s heart breaks?
And he’s trying to move but he remains cemented in his place, saddened by what had
happened. Unrequited love is painful. And watching it remain unrequited is hard as well, a
tear-jerker, even if the one hopelessly in love is your enemy.

Finally, Wonwoo grabs his belongings and gets up. At that second, Mingyu does as well,
throwing his stuff in his backpack.

“Hey, Wonwoo” a girl calls, stopping him midway, “you're on your way to Prof. Hyunwoo,
right? Can you hand him my assignment on the way?”

Yes. If it weren’t obvious from the way his face lights up in front of Prof. Hyunwoo, anyone
could tell Wonwoo has a crush on the Prof. simply by counting the amount of time he spends
in the Professors study. After every class, he pays him a visit. Everyone knows that and it's
the only reason the girl is asking him this favor. And normally, Wonwoo would agree
nonchalantly, trying his best to suppress a smile that doesn’t escape Mingyu’s eyes. But now,
he’s hesitating.

“Uh, well—” he reluctantly extends his hand, which now trembles and Mingyu inhales.

“Jeon! What did I say about showing your face in front of me?” Mingyu yells, startling both
Wonwoo and the girl. Wonwoo turns to him, annoyed, “hah? The fuck is up with you?” he
bites, holding Mingyu’s gaze. Spooked, the girl backs away silently, and Mingyu bites his
lips, “you heard me” he yells and Wonwoo huffs, “weirdo” he comments before grabbing his
bag and storming out of the class.
Mingyu releases the breath he’s been holding.

Jeon Wonwoo that fucker, hope he knows he owes Mingyu now.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Jeon!” Mingyu jogs up to Wonwoo who’s getting on his bike, making him turn around.

He looks around, finds no one, and raises a brow, “what do you want?” he asks, choosing not
to yell since there's no need to put up that act anymore.

“Uh, nothing?” Mingyu shrugs and Wonwoo narrows his eyes at him, “is your rut soon?”

“No?”

“Then, did I get my heat and not realize?” Wonwoo sniffs himself and Mingyu bites back a
smile, “no”

He’s cute.

“Then why the fuck did you approach me?” Wonwoo growls and Mingyu drops his smile.

Not so cute anymore.

“Do I need a reason to seek you out?” he questions and Wonwoo squints, “Uh, yes. That’s
what we agreed upon. No contact outside sex”

Right.

“You make it sound like a business deal” Mingyu scoffs and Wonwoo sighs, “Well, it's a give
and take so yes, it is a business deal” he reasons and Mingyu huffs inwardly. Yes, it bothers
him that it's nothing more than a deal to Wonwoo. They've been fucking for over a year, isn't
it okay to be civil and not be at each other’s throats all the time?

“What?” Wonwoo asks. Mingyu doesn't answer and Wonwoo comes to a realization, eyes
widening, “does that upset you?”

“What? Nooo,” Mingyu drags out the last word, denying the accusation quickly. Wonwoo
scoffs, a teasing smirk painting his features, “Kim Mingyu-ssi, I didnt know you had
feelings” and yup, the urge to sock Wonwoo in the face is back again.

“Yeah, unlike you. Fucking Grinch,” he spits and Wonwoo rolls his eyes, “Right. Whatever
you say, you can't change how things are” he shrugs.

“I don't want anything to change. I'm just tired of constantly fighting. It’s really fucking
exhausting” Mingyu says and Wonwoo leans back, “Really? Weren't you the one who
randomly yelled at me this afternoon? In class?”

“That’s only because I was trying to help you out–” Mingyu realizes he’s said more than he
needs to when Wonwoo’s eyes widen in surprise, “you what?”

Wonwoo isn't like Seokmin or Minghao who’ll let Mingyu slip away. Wonwoo is merciless
and will get to the bottom of it. So Mingyu sees no point in pretending.

“I just um,” he clears his throat, “I saw that you were feeling bummed out about something
and it looked like you didnt want to do what that girl asked you to so–”
“--so you jumped in to save me?”

Wonwoo sounds annoyed. And Mingyu doesn't really understand why. He didnt expect
Wonwoo to thank him or anything. But he didnt expect him to be upset either, furrowed
brows containing his anger.

“Yeah, I did. I mean, you’d do the same for me, right? Help me out when im sad?” Mingyu
argues and Wonwoo huffs, disbelief painted all over his face.

“No, I wouldn’t. Because you and I barely know each other. We aren't familiar,” he says,
putting on his helmet. Those words hurt. They do. Sting his body all over.

“And second of all–” Wonwoo turns on his engine, gearing up, “I didnt ask you to help me. I
didnt need help. I don’t know why you even assumed I was upset–whatever! don’t cross your
fucking limits, Mingyu” he bites, harsh with his tone and words and while it may not look
like it to Wonwoo, Mingyu does get hurt by the shit he says. Especially when he fucking
means them like this.

Mingyu doesn’t answer and Wonwoo takes that as his cue to leave, driving away on his bike
and out of Mingyu’s sight.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Are Seokmin and Minghao shitty friends? Sober Mingyu would say no.
But drunk Mingyu? Drunk Mingyu hates them for not keeping him company as he drowns
his sorrows away. Sorrow? Nah, Mingyu’s not upset. He’s fucking enraged! He doesn't know
how long he's been here at the local bar and he has no clue how many drinks he has drowned
but he knows he’s gonna have a really bad hangover tomorrow.

Jeon Wonwoo and his bitter mouth. Mingyu wishes he could put him in place. Maybe next
time they have sex, he’ll tease him till he starts crying or whatever. Either way, just what is
the dude’s problem? Why is he so miserable all the time? And Mingyu was only trying to do
a good thing! And all for selfish reasons by the way. Because if Wonwoo’s upset it will
definitely affect the sex.

Whatever! Jeon Wonwoo fucking sucks!

“Yeah, I know that,” comes a voice, not quite startling Mingyu because he’s used to
hallucinating about Wonwoo every now and then. He smiles at his own delusions but follows
the voice anyway, looking up from where he’s crouching on the ground outside the bar, and
whoa, this Wonwoo looks way too real.

“That’s cuz I am real, dipshit,” says Wonwoo and has Mingyu been speaking out loud? And
did he just say he’s real?

“What are you doing here?” he asks, puzzled by Wonwoo’s presence because the last time
they spoke, Wonwoo brutally destroyed Mingyu and his feelings.

“You called me like 10 times” he sighs and Mingyu frowns.

“I did?” he questions. When? Actually, he probably did it to call him and curse at him. And
he really doesn't want to recollect any of the shit he said to Wonwoo.

“Yeah. Called me a bunch of names, said some shit, and then asked me to pick you up,” he
deadpans and Mingyu swallows, laughing nervously. He thinks he’s sobering up already.
“Sorry,” Mingyu shrinks, burying his face in his hands and exhaling.

“Why do you even have my number saved?” Wonwoo asks and MIngyu looks up at him
again. Wonwoo looks mighty tall from here. Maybe it's just those black jeans accentuating
his long, slender legs. Wonwoo is 80% legs after all. Well, that's debatable. He's 90%
shoulders as well. The math isn't adding up.

“You don’t?”

“No? Why would I?” Wonwoo asks and wow, way to go Jeon Wonwoo . It’s been an entire
year and you haven't saved his number.

“Then how do you know it’s me calling whenever I call you?” Mingyu knows for a fact
Wonwoo hates answering calls. And that he avoids any unknown numbers.

“I’ve memorized the number,” he replies plainly and Mingyu stares at him blankly.

“Wow, that’s romantic,” he deadpans.

“You wish,”

“But what’s the problem with saving numbers?” Mingyu groans, rubbing his face with his
hands.

“What if someone goes through your phone? Or sees my name pop up?” and valid point.
Mingyu’s never even thought of that.

“Well, it’s an inconspicuous name so I don’t think anyone would figure it out,” Mingyu
shrugs and Wonwoo cocks a brow as he grabs his phone. And whoa, he called Wonwoo 13
times??? What the fuck?? Each call lasted for a good few minutes, oh lord. Why didnt
Wonwoo just disconnect the calls? And how long has it been? Mingyu was out of wits, drunk
enough to call Wonwoo and swear at him but now he’s almost sober. How long has he been
crouching here? Did he pass out? He’s so confused. This is so embarrassing. Recovering
from this embarrassment, Mingyu pulls up Wonwoo’s contact and shows him the screen.

Wonwoo huffs, “Really? Satan?”

“What else do I call you then?” Mingyu bites back, annoyed, “my kitten baby cheese bulgogi
chicken?” he mocks and Wonwoo bites his lip as if containing his anger. Who’s gonna tell
Wonwoo it doesn't intimidate Mingyu in the least and that maybe he's a little turned on?

“Gross,” Wonwoo mutters.

“Gross? That hurts y’know” Mingyu trails off, burying his face between his knees.

“Great, I meant it,” Wonwoo says.

“...”

“Hey”

“…”

“Hey, are you crying?” and his softened tone makes Mingyu drop his act. He raises his head,
laughing and Wonwoo clenches his jaw. He stands up from where he was kneeling and rolls
his eyes, “very funny”

Mingyu stands up, laughter subsiding, “I know”

Wonwoo holds back an attempt to roll his eyes again and turns around, “whatever, let's go”
he says and Mingyu frowns, “huh?” and Wonwoo turns, “what?”

“Where are we going?” he questions and Wonwoo sighs, “I’m here to take you home”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Mingyu’s gotta admit it feels almost surreal to even be here, sitting behind Wonwoo on his
bike. He’s watched this bike for 2 years now and never thought he would have the
opportunity to even touch it, much less ride it.

And Wonwoo? He’s taking him home? Mingyu’s surprised Wonwoo came over and he’s
shocked that he’s willing to drop him home. Is this even Wonwoo? Or a much evil-er twin
who plans on kidnapping Mingyu and hiding his body?

“Did you put on the helmet?” Wonwoo asks, revving his bike and Mingyu clicks close the
helmet, holding onto the extension at the edge of the seat. Wonwoo notices and puts on his
helmet.

“Alright,” Wonwoo says and they begin to move.

The ride is pretty silent. Mingyu is preoccupied with coming to terms with a reality where
he’s riding Wonwoo’s badass bike. Wonwoo doesn’t say much either, racing ahead. It’s how
it is with them. Their silences are never uncomfortable or awkward. Mingyu likes that.
When they slow down for a speed breaker, Mingyu falls ahead, bumping into Wonwoo’s
back, and pulls back immediately, “sorry” he mutters. Wonwoo doesn't say anything for a
while.

“You should hold on to me” he suggests after a few moments and Mingyu frowns, “what?”

“Grab my middle,” he says and Mingyu swallows, unsure. Is that even okay?

“Look, I don't want headlines reading ‘Idiot falls off a bike and ends up in hospital
tomorrow,” he says and Mingyu immediately grabs onto his middle, securing a grip around
his waist, “yah! Why do you have to make it sound so violent?” he asks and Wonwoo does
something he's probably never seen him do.

He laughs.

Jeon Wonwoo fucking laughs.

“I was only exaggerating, calm down, jeez. But it's probably best you hold on to me. You're a
little clumsy and I don't want you getting hurt”

Mingyu doesn't know if he should be offended by the fact that he just called him clumsy or
be touched that Wonwoo doesn't want Mingyu getting hurt. He doesn't realize this internal
dilemma has preoccupied him long enough to render him silent for a good few moments.

“So, why are you drunk?” Wonwoo asks. Mingyu sighs, resting his head on WOnwoo’s back.
Maybe he's pushing it but for some reason, he believes Wonwoo won't mind as much.

“I’m sad,” he says

“Oh,” Wonwoo says, leaving the conversation hanging. Mingyu purses his lips, “aren't you
gonna ask me why I’m sad?”
Wonwoo doesn't reply for a second, “no” he says, and Mingyu’s heart drops. Wonwoo
probably thinks it's ‘ crossing the boundaries’ again. But Wonwoo continues, “because I
already know why”

Mingyu raises his brows, surprised, “you do?”

“Yeah, you told me on the phone. Between yelling and crying,”

“I cried?!”

“Well, cribbed but–point is, you uh, you….”

Mingyu doesn't respond, and doesn't try to cut in. He lets Wonwoo go ahead.

Wonwoo clears his throat, “you were only trying to be civil and I reacted….badly”

Oh.

“Yeah, you did” Mingyu replies.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu knows how hard it must've been for him to say that, “I
just….I wasn't in the right mood and…sorry I acted like that”

Mingyu hums, no longer interested in the fact that Jeon Wonwoo just apologized to him. He’s
too distracted by the fact that he admitted he was feeling off.

“I see” he pauses, “not in the right mood?”

Wonwoo tenses, he feels it against his body, “yeah just, shitty day” and Mingyu doesn't want
to pry any further.

“That’s fair. But when you're sad, you should get drunk, like me”

Wonwoo scoffs, “and drunk call the people that wronged me? No thank you,” he says and
Mingyu rolls his eyes, “right. Then, what do you do when you're upset?”

Wonwoo falls into silence as if pondering. Mingyu takes the opportunity to enjoy the breeze
and the cityscape. He can barely register the lights as they swoosh past them. Wonwoo’s a
pretty good driver.

“I guess…” he begins, “I guess I like to take long rides on Kitty”

Mingyu cocks a brow, amused, “on what?”

“Oh, right. Kitty. My bike” Wonwoo explains and Mingyu has so much to say about Wonwoo
naming his bike, and that too Kitty. But he doesn't. He only hums, “if you want, we can go on
a long ride. Just drive around the city”

Wonwoo scoffs, “What next? Ride into the sunrise in our love carriage?” he jokes and
Mingyu shrugs, “was just suggesting,” he says, a little sleepy already. He feels comfortable
like this, leaning onto Wonwoo.

Wonwoo doesn't reply and for the rest of the ride, Mingyu dabbles between staying awake
and falling asleep like this.

“Mingyu?” he hears Wonwoo. But he really doesn't have the energy to respond.
“Are you asleep?” he asks and is Mingyu asleep? He himself doesn't know.

When he creaks open an eye, he realizes they're way past his neighborhood, having crossed
it.

“Hey, my place is the other way” he groans sleepily.

“I know,” Wonwoo says

“Then where are we going?” Mingyu asks, trying his best to stay awake. Is Wonwoo actually
going to kill him? Wow, at least he won't be in his senses when he goes. Hopefully, Wonwoo
makes it quick.

“For a long ride” Wonwoo replies.

Oh…

Oh.

Yeah, Mingyu doesn't mind staying like this for a little while longer. Or for however long
Wonwoo requires. It’s chilly but he doesn't mind.

Wonwoo’s back is warm.

* * Bonus **

You

Hey, thanks for dropping me home

Satan 👹
Couldn't leave a drunkard on the streets

You

Yeah, yeah whatever

Satan 👹
Plus, you would've done it for me

You

What

Satan 👹
Y’know, you said so before…

Fuck, this is embarrassing

You

Oh right!! Lmfao!!

Satan 👹
Bye

Or die, or something

You
 Lol

But yeah

I would've done it for you

Satan 👹
Yeah

right

Anyway, bye

You

bye~

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“Thanks for dropping me, Mingyu-ah,” Seokmin says as Mingyu pulls into the parking space.
Mingyu smiles, “no worries,” he says, eyes scanning the empty parking space. He’s an hour
earlier than his usual time, and hence, he’s managed to avoid a certain Beta–er, omega.

Another successful day!

“What class do you have now?” Seokmin asks as Mingyu parks the car. They step out and
Mingyu locks it, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks to the university building
alongside Seokmin.

“I don't,” MIngyu replies and Seokmin frowns, “what? Why did you agree to drop me then?”

Mingyu gulps, “because you're my best friend?” and Seokmin scoffs, slapping Mingyu
gently, “like I’m going to believe that,”

Mingyu huffs and they walk ahead, “what's going on?” Seokmin asks and Mingyu sighs. He
looks up to tell him it's nothing when he runs into someone– a sturdy body, though smaller
than Mingyu’s.

Mingyu gasps when he finds that it was Wonwoo he ran into. His eyes widen and he forgets
the basic skill of sentence formation.

Wonwoo raises a brow, arms crossed as his eyes urge Mingyu to look at him.

“Mingyu–” He’s about to continue but Mingyu steps back, “I uh, I have soccer practice! See
ya Seokmin!” Mingyu declares and turns 180 degrees and marches off, leaving both Wonwoo
and Seokmin bewildered.
 –--

There wasn't a single part of Mingyu that expected his relationship with Wonwoo to
miraculously fix itself after their bike ride together.

He didnt expect it, so he wasn't disappointed when they fell back into the cycle of fighting
and fucking. Although, Mingyu shouldn’t blame Wonwoo because he didnt put much effort
into being civil either. He blames it on his awkward self. Sure, that night Mingyu and
Wonwoo had a decent interaction. Wonwoo kinda sorta little opened up about himself by at
least admitting to the fact that he was indeed upset instead of yelling at him. Which is
honestly a big step in their relationship. But it can’t erase years of enmity.

Why does Mingyu even want to … repair their relationship? Honestly, it's because he's
exhausted out of his mind. As Mingyu said, he's not a typical alpha. He isn't aggressive and
it's exhausting to act like a feral dog around Jeon Wonwoo. He doesn't want to fight at every
opportunity.

Obviously, he doesn't expect them to get involved romantically either but is the status of
friendship too much to ask for? For Wonwoo, who's so closed up about stuff, it probably is so
Mingyu’s set his standards low. To be nice to each other, only when necessary. That’s all
Mingyu asks for. But his impulsive self and Wonwoo never seem to comply. On some days,
Mingyu intentionally provokes Wonwoo. On other days, he tries to be civil but he really
shouldn't expect Wonwoo to reciprocate after Mingyu's been an asshole on the rest of the
days. The first thing Mingyu needs to sort out is his own feelings and actions. He should stick
to one thing. Either wreck havoc or play nice. But it's difficult because he's fallen into the
habit of cursing at him.

And so, Mingyu decided to create some distance between himself and Wonwoo. Outside heat
and ruts, they don't interact much. Only when they pick fights. Mingyu’s avoiding Wonwoo
entirely to avoid a fight. Or any sort of confrontation for that fact. Maybe if they don’t fight
outside sex, things during and after sex will improve. And they can work on their relationship
from there instead of diving into it at the university?

And its been a week and Mingyu’s plan was working quite well. That is until today.

“I-I–you want me to what?” Mingyu’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt.

Prof. Hyunwoo exhales, crossing his arms and leaning back onto his desk. Mingyu takes a
moment to take in his appearance. Up close, he doesn't look as bad. He has a mature yet
impish look to him. He’s tall but not imposing. Maybe it's his calm aura that attracted
Wonwoo.

“I want Wonwoo to Tutor you,” Professor says.

Mingyu cant help the scoff that leaves his mouth, “Professor–”

“Your grades haven't been up to the mark, Mingyu. You either sign up for summer classes or
have someone tutor you” Professor Hyunwoo presents him with an ultimatum Mingyu
despises. Summer classes?? He isn't a kid. And have Wonwoo tutor him after he’s been doing
everything in his power to avoid him??

Alright, he admits it. He hates Maths and definitely needs help. But Wonwoo??? He gets why
the logical choice would be Wonwoo. He’s smart. He’s the Professor’s favorite. But anyone
that has stepped foot in this University knows of Mingyu and Wonwoo’s dynamic. No one in
their right mind would even suggest keeping them in the same room together.

Mingyu clears his throat, “Sir, Wonwoo and I aren't the best of buds,”

“I know. So use this opportunity to fix things, hm? I hate to see Wonwoo pick fights,
especially since he’s normally a gentle soul,” he reasons and Mingyu scoffs inwardly. Gentle
soul? In what world? So Wonwoo has 4 personalities then– one of which he shows to
Professor Hyunwoo. MIngyu wonders if Wonwoo has a true self that no one has seen, or if
this ‘gentle soul’ is his true personality. Mingyu doesn't blame the man for showing his bratty
nature to Mingyu.
He forces a smile, “Sir, I doubt Wonwoo would agree to such an arrangement,”

No contact outside sex, Wonwoo has reiterated so many times. As if Wonwoo is going to
break the rules he set in stone.

“Wonwoo agreed, Mingyu,” Hyunwoo says and Mingyu’s jaw drops to the floor. Is the
Professor bluffing? Is this a mind game of sorts? Was Wonwoo held at gunpoint? Did the
Professor bribe him with head pats?

Mingyu's about to say something when footsteps approach them. The door opens and
Hyunwoo looks over Mingyu’s shoulder and smiles, “Wonwoo-yah” he calls as Mingyu turns
to find Wonwoo walking towards them, “I was just telling Mingyu about the tutoring thing”
he says as Wonwoo comes to stand by Mingyu’s side.

Wonwoo nods, glancing at Mingyu, “I see,”

Mingyu raises a brow. Where’s that trademark annoyance in his voice when he speaks to
Mingyu? How is this man so calm? It's because of Hyunwoo, isn't it? Tch.

Hyunwoo smiles, patting Wonwoo's head, “I hope you're kind to Mingyu,” he ruffles his hair,
and Mingyu’s gut clenches at the shy smile that emerges on Wonwoo’s face. Does he realize
how easy he is to read?

Wonwoo nods, biting his lip and Mingyu watches the tips of his ears turn pink. He’s pretty
smitten with this professor, huh?

Hyunwoo’s phone buzzes and he smiles at the screen, “One moment, boys,” he says and
answers the call, “hey, love,”

Mingyu dares to glance at Wonwoo, whose expression is a stark contrast to what it was
before. Is it just Mingyu or is it so damn obvious that Wonwoo's hurt???
“You're so fucking obvious,” Mingyu hisses lowly. Wonwoo turns to him, cocking a brow,
“what?” he goes back to the poker face and Mingyu sighs inwardly. He'd rather see Wonwoo
angry and expressionless than sad and gloomy. It just doesn't suit him. Plus, hell never be the
recipient of Wonwoo’s smile anyway. Mingyu likes to think he's realistic that way.

“Sorry uh, that was my fiance,” Hyunwoo turns and smiles, “anyway, you guys can go now.
Exams are around the corner so I hope you guys prepare well. Good luck!” Hyunwoo says
and Wonwoo bows, “Thanks, Professor”

As Wonwoo walks out, Mingyu bows too and follows after him.

When they're halfway through the hallway, Wonwoo halts and turns, forcing MIngyu to
stumble a little.

“Let's go study,” Wonwoo says.

Mingyu really sees no point in resisting. He could resist and deny but that would be against
his entire “be nice” thing. So he sighs, “alright. My place?”

Wonwoo nods, “that should be good,” he says as they walk out of the building, Mingyu a few
steps behind Wonwoo, eyes focused on Wonwoo’s back, one he’s seen several times but has
never succeeded at being able to read it.

When they reach the parking space, Wonwoo walks towards his bike, Kitty and Mingyu calls
out to him, “wait, hey, where are you going?” he asks as Wonwoo mounts his bike, “uh, your
place?”

Mingyu clears his throat, pointing at his vehicle, “we can both go in my car,” he offers.
Wonwoo doesn't even consider it before shooting him down, “No way I’m leaving Kitty
here,”

Fair enough.

Mingyu exhales, “alright,” he walks towards Wonwoo. He's about to get onto his bike when
Wonwoo accelerates, the bike slipping away from under Mingyu’s raised leg. MIngyu
stumbles, eyes wide and angry, “what the fuck are you doing?”

Wonwoo huffs, “no, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Uh, getting on? So we can go together?” MIngyu says.

“And risk people seeing us getting chummy on the bike?” WOnwoo bites back.

See this is why they can't be friends!

“I won't get chummy on your bike!” Mingyu fights and Wonwoo scoffs, “says the one who
fell asleep on my back that night,”

Mingyu can't believe this man.

“You sure have a lot of problems for someone who likes it from behind,” Mingyu lowers his
voice, a smirk playing on his face. Wonwoo’s face reddens with anger and embarrassment,
“now there's no way I’m letting you ride!” he puts on his helmet and revs his engine.

Mingyu rolls his eyes, “It's not a big deal, Wonwoo,”

“Why do we even have to share?” Wonwoo makes a valid point and Mingyu tries to tell him
that it's to save petrol but he doubts Wonwoo would care about that.

So Mingyu just gives up.

“Right, I’ll see you at home” Mingyu sighs defeatedly and Wonwoo doesn't reply, driving
away.

And as Wonwoo zooms away, Mingyu begins to dread the idea of studying together.

-–-

15 minutes.

It's only been 15 minutes and Wonwoo has already lost his patience.

“For fucks sake, I already told you not to do it that way, Mingyu!” Wonwoo scolds and
Mingyu groans, leaning back onto his chair, “but it doesn't make sense! I’m so confused!”

Mingyu hates Maths, he fucking hates it and with Wonwoo breathing down his neck, he hates
it even more! Jeon Wonwoo is a terrible teacher!

Wonwoo exhales, exhausted.

“You're a terrible student,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu exclaims, “what the fuck? The fact that
you're saying that shows you're the terrible one here” Mingyu reasons and Wonwoo doesn't
bother with him, reviewing Mingyu’s answers. And Mingyu practically watches a vein pop
out on Wonwoo’s forehead. He turns to Mingyu with a cold stare, “what kind of a University
student doesn't know basic addition?”

Mingyu swallows but feels the need to defend himself, “What do you mean?! I do know
addition!”

Wonwoo gestures toward a particular problem and a shiver runs down Mingyu’s spine, “so
13+27 is 50?” he asks and Mingyu has to admit it's the silliest yet biggest blunder ever.

“Hey! I was just nervous because you were literally breathing down my neck!” Mingyu
argues. He can study amidst traffic, he can study under a waterfall, but with Jeon Wonwoo???
No way!

“You're just making up excuses now. Aren't you embarrassed?” Wonwoo snarls and Mingyu
huffs. He can't believe this guy.

“Maybe you should be embarrassed for not being able to teach me anything,” Mingyu says.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, groaning loudly, “Fuck, this is so hard! Why do you have to be so
difficult?!”

Mingyu clenches his fists, “You got yourself into this. I didn’t ask you to teach me! You
agreed to it yourself! It’s your fault!” he says slamming his fist on the table.

Mingyu knows why Wonwoo agreed. It's because his beloved Hyunwoo asked him to. Does
he like him so much that he would agree to teach Mingyu??? Does Wonwoo like that creepy
bastard sp much?

“Yeah, I hate to admit but yes, I brought this upon myself. And I fucking regret this!”
Wonwoo rubs his temples and Mingyu clenches his jaw. He hates this too but it doesn't feel
the best knowing Wonwoo hates it too.
“Why did you even agree to it in the first place? Was declining so hard?” he asks. It must've
been hard. It's Hyunwoo after all, the love of his life or whatever.

Wonwoo turns to Mingyu, “No, declining would've been easy. I had other reasons to say yes
to this horrendous ordeal” and Mingyu rolls his eyes, “that's fucking hurtful! Since when
have you shied away from expressing your dislike towards me, huh? Is it because Prof–

“It’s because you've been avoiding me!” Wonwoo cuts him off, slamming his hand on the
desk.

What?

First of all, Wonwoo noticed? Mingyu assumed he’d barely care.

Second of all, is it bothering him?? Why??

“Uh, um, what makes you think that?” Mingyu’s first instinct is to deny the allegations and
Wonwoo gives him a glare, “Really? You walked towards me in the parking space, had an
epiphany or something, and turned out to run. You're not exactly subtle, Mingyu,” he says
and fuck, Mingyu was hoping Wonwoo wouldn’t read too much into that incident.

“Oh, uh, well–” before Mingyu can come up with an excuse, Wonwoo speaks up, “So tell me,
why are you ignoring me?” he closes the textbook and crosses his arms.

Mingyu doesn't really know how to explain to him that he's doing this to repair their
relationship. It doesn't sound very believable either. So he chooses to quiz Wonwoo instead.

He raises his brows, “why do you ask? Does it bother you?”

Mingyu expects Wonwoo to deny it furiously, maybe throw some curses at him, giving
Mingyu a chance to steer the conversation away but he does the unexpected.

He admits it.

“Yes, it has been bothering me,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu almost chokes on air, “I’m sorry,
what?”

Wonwoo sighs, leaning back into the chair, “You said you wanted to be civil. I gave it some
thought and felt you were right. Constantly fighting is tiring. But to become friends out of
nowhere is….difficult. Truth be told, even now I kinda want to punch you in the face–”

“--Wow, way to go–”

“--shut up. I thought we were going to make an effort and then you go ahead and ignore me. I
was just confused is all” Wonwoo concludes his monologue with a sigh. And uh, Mingyu
doesn't know what to say? And wait, Wonwoo has been making an effort?

“I’m sorry but when exactly did you make an effort to be nice to me?” Mingyu questions and
Wonwoo sighs, “if you haven't noticed, I've been calling you Mingyu instead of curse
words”

Has he? How did Mingyu not notice? Now that he thinks about it…

Pause.

Rewind.

Play.
If you don't get out of my face, I’ll strangle you, Mingyu

Hope you trip on your way to class, Mingyu

Mingyu, I swear to god if you–

Oh my god, he really has!!!!

And now Mingyu just feels a little guilty about not having noticed. He clears his throat,
“Listen, that’s not enough” he comments and Wonwoo shrugs, “as I said, I can't just be nice
to you out of nowhere. It'll take some time and–” Wonwoo purses his lips, “--I’m awkward
when it comes to stuff like this so…”

Oh.

That's true. Wonwoo is awkward when it comes to anything social. Mingyu always assumed
he thought of himself as someone above everybody else, an ice-cold bastard with a
superiority complex but he came to learn that it's because he doesn't know how to talk to
other humans.

Yeah, he understands Wonwoo’s confusion. Mingyu did start avoiding him out of nowhere.
Mingyu’s reasoning to do that made sense only in his head.

Mingyu exhales, leaning forth, “do you want me to help you?”

Wonwoo raises his brows, “with what?”

“You said you're awkward with stuff like this. I can tell you how to be nice,” Mingyu
suggests and Wonwoo deadpans, “when you put it like that you make me sound like a stone-
hearted piece of shit” and Mingyu suppresses a giggle.
“Look, you uh, you can start by being patient with me. Teach me nicely. We can start there,
yeah?” he proposes and Wonwoo nods after a moment of ponderance, “Cool” he leans closer
to Mingyu and his notes, “Alright, tell me why do you have a problem with Maths? I've heard
you ace all your other subjects. Even economics. So, why not maths?”

Mingyu scoffs, “is this a therapy session?”

“Yes,” Wonwoo plays along, “maths Therapy” and Mingyu holds back his laugh at how
serious Wonwoo sounds.

“Right, well, in simple words, I hate Maths. I had a horrible tutor as a child, and she basically
ruined the subject for me. All sessions were filled with tears and smacks to the back of my
hand. So yeah, are you surprised I dislike the subject?” Mingyu says and Wonwoo nods as if
taking his words into consideration, “So, I just have to make you like Maths, right?” he leans
back, twirling the pen between his fingers.

“Well,” Mingyu leans back as well, Wondering how Wonwoo does that pen thing so
effortlessly, “that's one way to put it,”

Wonwoo hums, deep and long, before sitting back up, “Alright. I have a solution. Try linking
maths with something you like”

Mingyu frowns, “what do you mean?”

“Ah, I don't do it actively but every time I do maths, I uh think of–” Wonwoo stops himself
halfway but Mingyu knows what he was going to say. Hyunwoo. Great, now Mingyu’s going
to link Wonwoo liking Hyunwoo to maths and well, he never thought he would hate Maths
more but here he is. Wonwoo continues, fighting the blush off his ears, “-- it reminds me of
my 7th-grade Maths teacher,” an obvious lie “--it brings back pleasant memories. So I don't
hate Maths. Rather, I love it. You should do that too,” Wonwoo suggests and Mingyu inhales
deeply, “well,” he lets his mind wander. What can Mingyu possibly link Maths to?
Nothing comes to mind other than…

“You”

“Pardon?”

Mingyu repeats, “Maths reminds me of you, Wonwoo,” he says.

All Mingyu does in Maths class is think about Wonwoo, or rather, how to annoy him.

Wonwoo blinks at him for a few seconds before exhaling, “I see. No wonder you hate it so
much,” he says and Mingyu laughs. He doesn't think that's why he hates Maths. But he won't
tell Wonwoo that. Mingyu doesn't hate Wonwoo. At least not anymore.

“So, for you to get better at Maths, we need to become friends,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu
has lost track of how his beautiful mind even reached that conclusion but he isn't opposed to
it. He laughs, “looks like it,”

“This is stupid,” Wonwoo mumbles, “anyway, back to the problem at hand,” he leans forth
towards the book, and Mingyu whines with a sigh, “Yeah, yeah,”

They were having a fun conversation but it was what it is. This is a Maths class.

“Do you know the value of pi?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu nods, “3.14”

Wonwoo shakes his head, “no, I need more than that,”

“I don't have any more numbers in my brain,” Mingyu deadpans and Wonwoo sighs.
“How I wish I could calculate pi,” Wonwoo says.

“What?”

“ How I wish I could calculate pi . If you count the number of letters in those words, you'll
get the digits of pi,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu takes a minute to register his words. When he
does, he pens it down and–

“3.141592?” he asks, doubtful but Wonwoo smiles, “yup!” and Mingyu’s face lights up at the
fact that Wonwoo just smiled at him?!

Mingyu laughs, “Wow, that's a great way to remember the value,” he says and Wonwoo
chuckles, “I know. Fun, isn't it?”

Mingyu nods enthusiastically, “it really is,” he grins and Wonwoo lips press into a thin line,
breaking into a smile.

I guess Maths isn't so bad after all.

“Do you want me to show you more tricks?” Wonwoo asks, piquing his interest, and
Mingyu’s about to energetically agree when his phone rings.

“Ah, sorry,” Mingyu answers his phone as Wonwoo goes back to review the problems.

“Hey, what's up?” he asks when he answers Seokmin’s call.

As much as he hates that Seokmin’s call interrupted their little interaction, he doesn’t want to
miss his calls.
“Open up, we’re outside your place,” Seokmin says and Mingyu’s blood runs cold at the
statement. He whips his head towards Wonwoo who lazily glances over at him, brows raised,
as if asking ‘what’s wrong?’

“Ah, um, you're outside my place?” Mingyu repeats and Wonwoo’s eyes widen, panic filling
them.

“Yeah, open the door,” he says and Mingyu and Wonwoo begin to run around the room. No
one is supposed to know they know each other like this. Not even for Tuition. Thankfully,
they're in the bedroom and Mingyu thinks he can stop Seokmin and Minghao from going into
his room.

“Stay here,” he whispers to Wonwoo. As the Omega nods, Mingyu closes the bedroom door
and rushes out to answer the door.

“Hey,” he says as Seokmin cuts the call in front of him. Minghao follows him inside, sipping
on coffee and holding a bag of beers.

Shit, they're here to stay.

Seokmin is about to make himself comfortable on the couch when Mingyu rushes to his side,
keeping an eye on the bedroom door, “Ah, um, why did you guys drop by? You should've
informed me,” he says and Seokmin and Minghao glance at each other, “inform? What for?”

Mingyu gulps, “W-What if I was outside, hahaha?”

Minghao narrows his eyes at him, taking a step ahead, “Right, let me go sit,” he says, but
Mingyu steps in front of him deliberately, “hey! Whoa! Easy with the coffee! What if it spills
all over me?” he's spouting nonsense at this point but he needs to get them out as soon as
possible.
“The fuck?” Minghao curses and Seokmin scoffs, “Rich coming from you about the coffee
thing. You literally paid someone to spill coffee on Wonwoo that day,”

Well, that's true.

But that's not the point.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, before Minghao spills coffee, you guys should leave”
Mingyu begins to gently, not so gently usher them out but the two resist, “Mingyu? What the
fuck is up? Are you hiding something?” Minghao questions.

“Yeah, why are you trying to get rid of us?” Seokmin asks and before Mingyu can come up
with a lie, he answers his own question, “Oh my god, are we cock-blocking you?”

Mingyu frowns, “what?”

“Oooh~” Minghao glances at the bedroom door and Mingyu’s heart picks up, “is someone
waiting for you in there?” he wriggles his brows, and….well if that's what it going to take
them to leave then might as well. He clears his throat, “yeah,” and teasing smiles emerge on
their faces. Mingyu continues, “I would appreciate it if you didnt cockblock me,” he says and
they laugh, moving towards the exit, “you should've said so!” Seokmin says as Mingyu
guides him out of his apartment.

“Yeah,” Minghao chimes in, “and next time we’ll definitely inform before we drop by,” and
Mingyu sighs, “Yeah, that'd be great!” and before they can say anything else, Mingyu shuts
the door on them, catching a deep breath as their voices gradually fade into the distance.

He exhales and walks towards the bedroom to inform Wonwoo they're safe and can continue
the class. But upon opening the door, he isn't met with the most pleasant look.

Wonwoo’s staring at him, eyes wide and filled with rage.

 “Yikes, why are you glaring at me?” Mingyu asks jokingly but as he walks closer, he realizes
Wonwoo doesn't seem to be joking. He seems genuinely upset, which makes no sense
because he was just smiling.

“Hey, what’s up–”

“The coffee,” Wonwoo begins, voice strained from containing his anger, “you paid someone
to spill that coffee on me?”

Mingyu’s brows raise in realization, “Oh, well. It was a long time ago, haha. We used to play
pranks like that a lot, didn’t we?” he huffs out a laugh and Wonwoo clenches his fists, “Shut
up!” he yells and Mingyu spooks, “wha–”

“Shut up! You–you fucking asshole!” Wonwoo exclaims, grabbing his belongings and
shoving past Mingyu. Confused, Mingyu follows him out, “Wonwoo!” he grabs his wrist,
which Wonwoo frees himself of, swatting Mingyu’s hand away, “stay the fuck away from
me!” he asserts and before Mingyu can even process what's happening, Wonwoo’s out the
door.

Mingyu doesn't know what happened.

He doesn't know why Wonwoo’s acting up about a prank Mingyu played almost a year ago
when Wonwoo’s done much worse to him.

But why does Mingyu feel like he messed up?

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 Chapter 5

Three weeks pass within the blink of an eye.

And Mingyu sees Wonwoo only once before summer vacation.

He saw him once during their Mathematics examination, one Mingyu made sure to work hard
for because…well, he didnt want to disappoint Wonwoo who at least agreed to tutor him.
Even if it was only one class, Mingyu quite enjoyed their time together. Well, until he fucked
that up as well.

He knows he fucked up. But was spilling coffee on him really that big a deal? It happened
before they started….. hooking up. Wonwoo has done stuff too but you don’t see Mingyu
crying about it a year later. Mingyu remembers the time Wonwoo stuck chewing gum in his
hair. It took Mingyu an entirety of three hours to properly get it out of his hair. But he isn’t
going to grab Wonwoo by the collars and yell at him for it now because they’ve matured,
even if only a little.

And while Mingyu remains confused, he doesn’t want to invalidate Wonwoo’s feelings like
that. So, considering the stuff he’s done to Mingyu, Mingyu assumes the coffee spilling must
have a deeper meaning for him to get so mad. He just doesn’t know what.

Either way, Mingyu’s guilt got the best of him and for the first time, he wants to genuinely
apologize to Wonwoo. Bear in mind, he wouldnt have done it if they were still enemies. But
after their talk that day, where Wonwoo said he wanted to make an effort, Mingyu likes to
think their enemyship ended. Had there been no hope, Mingyu would’ve chucked his worries
in the bin and moved on with his life. But they finally made progress and–

The rest is history.

Mingyu did try to approach Wonwoo on the day of their exam, a paper bag in his hand,
carrying a compensatory white shirt. He waited for him in the parking lot, the one place
where they have privacy, but Wonwoo drove away after giving Mingyu a cold shoulder.
Yeah, it was brutal.

And now, summer is here and he doesn’t know what to do.

“Gyu, can you give the neighbors this? Jiho-ssi loved it the last time I made it” Mingyu’s
mom snaps Mingyu out of his thoughts. He puts his phone down which he was absent-
mindedly browsing. Correction: he was staring at his and Wonwoo’s chatbox. But that’s not
the point.

“Oh, uh sure,” he says as he stands up from the couch to take the container from his Mom’s
hands.

It's been a week since he decided to come back home. There’s not much for him to do at his
apartment, especially with Wonwoo ghosting him. His friends have gone back to their
respective hometowns as well and Mingyu doesn't know what to do with his time. He tried to
learn some cool maths tricks but quickly realized they weren't as cool as the ones Wonwoo
taught him.

Fuck! Why does he keep thinking about Wonwoo??

Mingyu was bored, yes. And he missed his family so he decided to spend a few weeks here.
But maybe another reason for him to do this was to get his mind off Wonwoo. Annoying,
frustrating Jeon Wonwoo.

Mingyu wonders where Wonwoo is. Maybe he went back to Changwon? Is his family there?
Or maybe he rode his bike into the sunset alone. Both are equally likely.

Either way, Mingyu has nothing to do. Might as well sleep over at a place 40 minutes from
his apartment. Conveniently, his family is situated in Seoul.
But his plan doesn't seem to be working because even now, he's thinking about Wonwoo.
Mingyu doesn't understand why he cares so much. Why can’t he just…. Treat him like shit
and meet up just for sex?? Why does he bother getting bothered about him??

Mingyu exhales heavily, ringing the doorbell of the Neighbour’s house.

Maybe he should just text Wonwoo. Tell him he's sorry and that he has something to give him
when he sees him next. He hates that he’ll have to wait another two weeks for that. He’s too
much of a chicken to text him. He hates when people ghost him and if Wonwoo ghosts him,
Mingyu might as well delete his existence.

When the door clicks open, Mingyu puts on his brightest smile to mask his sorrow. And he
thinks he's finally lost it because why does he see Wonwoo standing in the doorway??

Mingyu blinks, “wait, what are you doing here?” he asks as a seemingly sleepy Wonwoo
answers the door, only now registering the fact that it's Mingyu. His feline eyes widen,
“Mingyu? What the fuck are you doing here?” he snaps and Mingyu doesn't reply because
he’s too preoccupied with staring at his strawberry boxers and a tee that hangs loose on his
body. Wow, casual Wonwoo is a rarity, he’s always dressed in leather jackets and jeans after
all.

“Wonwoo-yah, who is it?” his mom calls from inside and Wonwoo's face flashes with panic.

Mingyu, who's still confused about whether he's hallucinating or not speaks up, “Me? Uh,
I’m visiting my parents. They live next door,” he explains as Wonwoo rubs his temples,
“what are the odds,” he mutters.

Mingyu chuckles, “I know right?” but his smile drops when he realizes Wonwoo didnt mean
it in a fun, positive way. He clears his throat, “anyway, my mom sent this over,” he extends
his hands and Wonwoo snatches the container from his hands, “thanks, now leave–” he says,
attempting to close the door but Mingyu grabs it, holding it open, “wait, I have something to
talk to you about,”

Might as well do it now.

“Mingyu, not now–” Wonwoo resists.

“It’ll only be a minute–” Mingyu can’t miss this opportunity.

“Mingyu, just–let's do this later–” Wonwoo argues and–

“Wonwoo, honey, who is it?” Wonwoo’s mom finally appears, peeking out through the door.
Helpless, Wonwoo stops resisting and lets open the door. When his mom gets a proper look at
him, Mingyu bows, “Hello, I’m Kim Mingyu. I live ne–”

“Omo!” she gasps, slapping her hands to her face and excitedly turning to Wonwoo who
looks like he wants to kill Mingyu first and then himself. His mom continues, “Wonwoo’s
boyfriend?”

And wow, that's the last thing Mingyu thought he would ever hear.

He glances at Wonwoo who refuses to meet his eye, and then turns back to his mother, “Ah,
um–”

“Mingyu-ah! It is so good to finally meet you!” she grabs his hand, shaking it, and turning to
Wonwoo, “Wonwoo’s always told me he's dating you but never agreed to let us meet you!”

Wonwoo??? Has??? Told his mom?? That they're dating?????

Mingyu looks at Wonwoo, whose face looks like he's constipated but at the same time, that
wants to throw up. When their eyes meet, Mingyu understands what Wonwoo’s conveying to
him.

Just go with it.

And Mingyu does, clearing his throat and bowing again, “It's so good to meet you, Mrs. Jeon.
I’m Kim Mingyu, Wonwoo’s boyfriend,” he rephrases proudly.

Mingyu feels oddly satisfied saying that. Probably because of the way Wonwoo winces at the
mention of it.

“I’m excited as well!” his mom chirps, clapping her hands together, and turns to Wonwoo,
“yah, you should've told me your boyfriend was coming over. I would've dressed
appropriately,” she adjusts her clothes and Mingyu chuckles, “I think you look beautiful,
Mrs.Jeon,” he takes her hand and kisses it and she squeals at the gesture, patting Wonwoo’s
arm, who by the way is trying not to sock Mingyu, “you got yourself such a gentleman,
Wonwoo-yah,” she says.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes and Mingyu continues, for the heck of it, “Now I know where
Wonwoo gets his good looks from,” he says, taking into consideration how startlingly similar
they look. Same feline eyes and lips.

She coos adorably and Mingyu wonders how did Wonwoo turn out to be such an arrogant
asshole when his mom is like the sweetest happiest person on the planet. Genetics are scary.

“Oh, you’re a sweet one,” she says, “Mingyu-ah, would you like to join us for lunch?”

And there is no way Mingyu is missing an opportunity to spend time with Wonwoo’s family
and collect a shit tonne of teasing material. Of course, Wonwoo’s quick to decline, “Wait, no
Mingyu uh–Mingyu has some work,” he says, eyes commanding Mingyu to obey. But the
latter just shrugs, turning to Mrs. Jeon with a sweet smile, “Ah, it can wait. Nothing is more
important than meeting your family, babe,” he flicks Wonwoo’s chin.

He can tell Wonwoo wants to scratch his face off but he doesn’t care.

“That’s great! Come on, Mingyu-ah” she says, gesturing for him to follow her. Delighted,
Mingyu steps in, past Wonwoo who lets him in reluctantly.
“By the way” he begins, removing his shoes, “I meant what I said”

Wonwoo cocks a brow, “what?”

“About you being good-looking, I mean,” he clarifies, chuckling nervously. It’s true,
Wonwoo is attractive. Hot as heck, and right now, very warm and cuddly.

Wonwoo stares at him for a second before rolling his eyes, “whatever” he says and drags his
feet inside.

Mingyu sighs.

Yeah, he almost forgot.

Wonwoo’s still mad at him.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Sitting at the table with Wonwoo’s family, Mingyu finally understands where Wonwoo gets
his cold aura from.

His Dad.

Wonwoo’s dad is like an iceberg and frankly, they’ve only just sat down to eat and Mingyu’s
kinda, maybe, probably terrified.
Mingyu and Wonwoo didnt have much time alone before lunch to sort things out or come up
with a backstory of how they started dating, etc. And while Mingyu could tell Wonwoo’s
mind kind of exploded from the stress, he reassured him that he’s great at improv (he’s not)

“So,” Mrs.Jeon settles down beside Mr.Jeon after serving them all their food, “Mingyu-ah, I
didn’t know you lived next door. Your family is delightful,” she says and Mingyu swallows
his bite before speaking, “Ah, I didnt know we would turn out to be neighbors. I haven’t had
the time to visit my parents ever since they moved in so,”

“Ah, I see. Anyway, this is so great! Isn’t it, honey?” she nudges Mr. Jeon who only hums,
silently eating his meal.

Mingyu’s thankful he doesn’t say much. He’s greatly intimidated by this man. Not just
because he’s fucking his son but also because the man looks forever annoyed by anything and
everything.

“So, Mingyu-ah, forgive me for this question but you’re Wonwoo’s alpha, right?” Wonwoo’s
mom asks and both Mingyu and Wonwoo choke at the question. His mom curiously looks at
them and Mingyu swallows the knot down his throat, “Ah, um, Mrs.Jeon—“

God, he’s burning up. Wonwoo’s alpha? Wonwoo’s? He’s Wonwoo’s? Does that mean
Wonwoo’s his Omega?

“Oh, please. Call me Eomma,” she adds.

Mingyu gulps, “Eomma, we um—“ he glances at Wonwoo, “we haven’t uh mated yet if that’s
what you’re asking,”

It’s a little weird to be in a room where people know Wonwoo’s an Omega. But he wonders if
they know Wonwoo has been concealing his identity at the University. Mingyu won’t bring
anything unnecessary up.

“Oh,” Eomma‘a not even trying to hide her disappointment, “but it’s best to hurry up. It gets
your cycles under control after all,” she says as Wonwoo digs into whatever he’s eating,
trying not to combust.

Mingyu smiles nervously, taking Wonwoo’s hand under the table, who immediately shoves it
away. Mingyu sighs defeatedly.

“When did you and Wonwoo start dating?” Mr.Jeon speaks up and Mingyu tenses. He’s not
Wonwoo’s real boyfriend so why is he so fucking tense?? Mr. Jeon makes him tense.

“Uh, um one year,” Mingyu informs and Mr.Jeon nods, “I assume you two have been
spending your heats and ruts together, then”

Mingyu swallows nervously as Wonwoo turns a dark shade of red, out of embarrassment and
fury.

“Y-Yes, Appa. I mean— Mr.Appa—No, I uh, Mr.Jeon—“ Mingyu should shut up for fucks
sake but with each word it gets worse and worse. Why did he agree to this meal? He
would've gone home had he known Mr.Jeon’s this scary.

He expects Mr.Jeon to blast off on him, considering the looks he’s giving him.

“Mingyu,” he calls, and Mingyu tenses, “y-yes?”

And then, Mr. Jeon smiles widely at Mingyu, “you don’t have to be so tense,”

Mingyu’s a little confused because why is he smiling? How did the aura surrounding him
change like this???

Now that he thinks about it, Wonwoo’s smile looks a lot like his father’s.
Mingyu smiles back, now relaxing, “Ah, uh, yes, of course” he bows and Mr.Jeon laughs
heartily.

“You seem like a good kid, Mingyu-ah,” he says, “Wonwoo is lucky to have you,”

Mingyu bites his lip, sneaking a glance at Wonwoo who shows no reaction whatsoever.
Which is expected.

“Thanks, Mr. Jeon,” Mingyu says, feeling much better than before.

“Here, have some fish,” he passes Mingyu the plate and he takes a piece, “thank you!”

Okay, good. Wonwoo’s parents like him. Which is good–wait, why is it good? Mingyu’s not
dating him!

“Wonwoo, you too,” his father says, placing the plate in front of him and Wonwoo stops
eating. He stares at the fish, and at how his Father puts a piece onto his plate.

Eomma speaks up, “Honey—“

Mingyu uses his chopsticks to grab the piece of fish from Wonwoo’s plate and put it in his
own, startling Mr.Jeon who blinks at the gesture.

“Ah,” Mingyu clears his throat, “Wonwoo doesn’t like seafood so…” he says, turning to face
Wonwoo who’s finally looking at him for the first time since this lunch started, eyes slightly
wide as if surprised.

“Oh,” Mr.Jeon says, chuckling nervously, “how could I forget,” he exclaims, going back to
his plate.

Silence settles on the table, an uncomfortable one, but Mingyu hums, picking the pieces of
onion out of his dish and placing them in Wonwoo’s, “eat up,” he winks at Wonwoo, who
remains silent. After contemplating for a minute, he takes a piece and puts it in his mouth,
chewing on it silently.

Mingyu smiles.

Believe it or not, they’ve had many meals together. When they spend their days and nights
holed up in Mingyu’s apartment, they eat food together all the time. So Mingyu’s picked up
on Wonwoo’s habits. And he knows he despises seafood. And that he loves onions. Also that
he doesn’t like them raw but when they’ve caramelized a little. So on days, Mingyu has the
energy to cook meals instead of ordering in, he makes sure to cook Wonwoo some onions. Of
course, on those days Wonwoo’s kisses taste like onions but Mingyu’s grown to….. he’s
grown accustomed to them.

The uncomfortable silence that surrounded the table dissipates soon enough and they all fall
into an easy flow of conversation.

Mingyu learns Wonwoo’s father is a rather happy person, laughing and smiling at all times.
He’d grossly misjudged him.

When Wonwoo’s mom reveals to Mingyu an embarrassing incident about Wonwoo’s

childhood, something about passionately dancing before losing balance, falling, and crying,
the entire table bursts into a laugh, all except Wonwoo who clicks his tongue, “I don’t see
what’s there to laugh about,”

Mingyu’s laughter dies down, “It’s just that it’s adorable. People who love you like your dad,
Eomma, and I—“

Wonwoo raises a brow and Mingyu clears his throat, “it’s funny,” he says and Wonwoo sighs,
rolling his eyes.

“Ah, you’re so rude, Wonwoo-yah” his mother chides, “he’s been very irritable these days,
Mingyu-ah, don’t take it to heart,”
“Ah, he’s always like this so I don’t mind, Eomma,” he says and they laugh again.

“Wonwoo must be difficult to deal with” Mr.Jeon speaks up, “you’re very patient, Mingyu. I
could never deal with his personality. He takes it for granted when people are nice to him,” he
laughs and that tension is back again. Mingyu catches a glimpse of Wonwoo’s face from the
corner of his eye. His jaw has stopped munching on those onions, eyes downcast. Mr. Jeon
continues, “For his birthday once, I gifted him this shirt and he came home with Coffee
spilled all over it. Our little one is clumsy but I didnt expect Wonwoo to ruin the one gift I put
so much thought into,” he sighs, rubbing his temples and Mingyu swallows the knot in his
throat.

And it all falls into place.

He looks at Wonwoo who doesn’t say anything, but his eyes flash with hurt. Mingyu takes his
hand yet again, knowing full well Wonwoo’s going to push him away again.

“Ah, do you mean the white shirt, Mr.Jeon? It was me who did it,” he says and Wonwoo’s
fingers around Mingyu’s tighten as if asking him what the fuck he’s doing. Mr.Jeon’s eyes
widen as he looks at Wonwoo, a hint of regret in his eyes for scolding his son for something
that wasn’t his fault.

“You did it?” he asks Mingyu and the man nods, scratching his head nervously, “Truth is,
between us, I’m a really clumsy one. I bumped into him and spilled my coffee onto him. I’m
so sorry, Mr. Jeon,” Mingyu bows, his thumb running across Wonwoo’s knuckles soothingly.

“Ah, you don’t have to apologize, Mingyu-ah,” Eomma says, “it was a misunderstanding
between these two,” she says, nervously glancing at Mr.Jeon.

Mingyu purses his lips, nodding. He turns to face Wonwoo who hasn’t yet pushed his hand
away like before. Silence blankets them and Wonwoo’s parents get back to eating their meal
and Mingyu takes the opportunity to mouth Wonwoo something.

‘Sorry’ he mouths, applying gentle pressure to Wonwoo’s hand which looks ridiculously
small in his. Cute.
Wonwoo doesn’t say anything but his expression softens. He goes back to eating and maybe,
just maybe Mingyu notices a hint of a smile on his lips.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Oh, Mingyu-ah, give me that plate,” Mrs.Jeon stands up once they’re all done eating.
Mingyu’s quick to react, grabbing his plate and standing up as well, “It’s okay, Eomma. I’ll
take it in–” he says but halts, noticing Wonwoo’s still holding onto his hand, linked by their
pinkies.

“Oh,” Mingyu turns to look at Mrs.Jeon who giggles softly, taking the plate from Mingyu’s
hand as Wonwoo coughs, ears blooming. But he doesn’t let go of his hand and stands up,
“Mom, Mingyu has to go now. I’ll see him off,”

“Oh my, Mingyu, can't you stay a little longer? I have so much to ask you about Wonwoo,”
she says and Mingyu giggles, “Sorry, Eomma. I have some work. But I’ll make sure to visit”
he says and turns to Mr.Jeon, “thanks for having me over, Mr.Jeon,” he bows properly.

“It was a pleasure having you over, Mingyu. Thanks for uh, taking care of our Wonwoo,” he
says and Mingyu grins, “Of course”

It’s good that though he lost his temper last time, he’s feeling bad about yelling at Wonwoo.
He’s his child after all.

Wonwoo tugs on his hand and Mingyu smiles again, “Thank you for the meal!” he tells them
and follows Wonwoo down the hallway and out the door.
Once Wonwoo closes the door, he lets go of Mingyu’s hand. All of a sudden, it’s like he
doesn’t know what to do with his now free hand and tucks it into his hoodie’s pocket.

“So uh,” Mingyu swallows, “I-I should go,”

Wonwoo nods, biting his lip. But Mingyu’s legs refuse to move.

He doesn’t want to leave just yet. He has a lot to say to Wonwoo.

“Thanks for today,” Wonwoo begins, seeing that Mingyu hasn’t left yet.

“Oh, don’t mention it,” Mingyu says, “by the way, why did you tell your parents you were
dating me?” he doesn’t ask it in a teasing tone. He’s genuinely curious. He knows Wonwoo
must’ve had his reasons.

Wonwoo sighs, “Sorry. My mom kept pestering me about being a single Omega and I just
blurted the first name that came to my mind. I never thought such a situation would ever
arise,”

Mingyu chuckles. He can almost imagine how the scene went down.

Mrs.Jeon nagging her son about being unmated and him blurting out the name of his enemy
out of all people.

“I see,” he says.

He doesn’t know how to continue. Because they haven’t seen each other for three weeks now.
And they didnt exactly part on friendly terms.
At least now Mingyu knows why Wonwoo was so upset about the whole coffee thing.

It’s getting cold and Wonwoo’s out here in shorts, hands already pulled into sweater paws
from the jacket he grabbed before stepping out. When he ends up spending the night at
Mingyu’s place because of his heat, he hogs the entire blanket and makes himself as small as
possible, as if reducing the surface area from where he can lose heat.

“Your parents uh, are nice,” Mingyu says. Wonwoo nods, “yeah. My mom uh, she’s a
sweetheart,” he says, smiling brightly to himself. Mingyu’s heart swells at the sight. Mingyu
doesn’t know how to say it but….there is something so captivating about Wonwoo’s smile.

Mingyu sighs, stuffing his hands in his pocket, “yeah, she is. And your uh, your Dad too,”

Wonwoo freezes at the mention of his name. But he doesn’t say anything, just nods.

“He uh, I know you’re upset that he scolded you. But he didnt know, right?” Mingyu says
and Wonwoo clenches his jaw, “yeah,”

“I mean, he really seems to care for you. Maybe he’s just bad at expressing it. But he does–”

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo interrupts.

“Yeah?”

Wonwoo sighs, “don’t,” he says simply.

Mingyu frowns, “what?”

“Don’t do what my mom does, okay?” he says, a little agitated and Mingyu blinks, “what? I
don’t understand–”

“Don’t try to fix something that can’t be fixed, Mingyu,” he warns. Mingyu gulps,
understanding what Wonwoo is hinting at.

“I-I don’t know what happened with you two but I can tell he cares for you. If he’s making an
effort then–” Mingyu just wants to tell Wonwoo to not misunderstand his Father. They're a lot
alike, and MIngyu knows Wonwoo is grossly misunderstood. He just wants to tell him maybe
he’s misunderstanding his Dad as well.

“Mingyu, just don’t–”

“You don’t have to be so stubborn all the time, Won. Aren't you acting like your dad by being
so set in your own views? You should hear him out,” Mingyu asks. Wonwoo flinches.

“Mingyu, just–”

“What if you regret it–”

“Mingyu, shut up!” he says sharply but Mingyu doesn’t. Because it hurts to recall the regret
and hurt that flashed through Mr.Jeon’s face. Wonwoo’s stubborn, unrelenting but sometimes
he should just–

“Hey, just try and talk it out, okay?” he just wants to help Wonwoo.

“I don’t fucking want to!” Wonwoo yells, startling Mingyu.

“Why the fuck not?!” Mingyu’s growing restless as well.

“Because he cheated on my mom, Mingyu!” he looks up at Mingyu, eyes teary and red. He
takes deep breaths, having mustered all that strength to tell Mingyu that.

Mingyu’s too stunned to speak.

And just like this, he becomes privy to another one of Jeon Wonwoo’s darkest secrets.
 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Mingyu-ah, we’re leaving,” His mom announces and Mingyu forces himself off the bed and
heads downstairs to see them off.

“When will you be back?” he asks, kissing his mother on the forehead. She glances at his
father and then turns to Mingyu, “Not sure, sweetie,”

Mingyu hums, “Where are you guys going?”

They exchange another glance and Mingyu holds back the urge to overthink, “Ah, to visit
grandma,” his Mom says. Mingyu’s eyes widen. He knows it's not Mom’s mom because she’s
in the States. It has to be Dad’s ma….but why? They kicked Dad out years ago…

“Why?” he asks. Dad sighs, “she’s sick, Mingyu-ah. As her Son, I should pay her a visit
before its too late,”

Mingyu’s eyes grow. Grandma is sick? She’s Dad’s mother after all, and he’s right that he
must go see her once before it's too late. Mingyu wishes they weren't like this– separated and
not on talking terms. He wishes there was something he could do.

“Can I come?” MIngyu asks. She’s his grandmother– he’s never seen her before and he wants
to see her now.

“Sorry, Mingyu-ah. They aren't very accepting of us and….we don't want you to get involved
in these problems,” His mother pats his cheek, a weak attempt to mask the intensity of the
repulsion his Dad’s side of the family harbors for them. Mingyu smiles softly, not willing to
bother his Mom with further questions.
“Alright,” he says and his parents smile, “sleep well,” his Father says, putting on a coat.
Mingyu nods, “Take care,” and with that, his parents are out the door.

And Mingyu’s left all alone in the house.

His shoulders drop and he forces his feet to drag him back to his bedroom upstairs. Mingyu’s
grown up without ever having met his paternal grandparents. His grandfather passed away 10
years ago, and Mingyu has always regretted not getting the chance to meet him. While
Mingyu is glad that Dad decided to pay grandmom a visit, Mingyu wishes he could too. Just
once. Would that be so bad? Would their relatives hate him? He’s their nephew, after all, he’s
their family.

Mingyu sighs.

Mingyu really didn't want to be alone; with his thoughts especially. Because his mind tends to
wander to places it shouldn't and it's never a good thing.

One particular thing he's trying to distract himself from yet again is Jeon Wonwoo.

It's nothing new but Mingyu can never get used to it. Because no matter how hard he tries, he
can't not think about Wonwoo. Especially after what happened between them a few days ago.

Mingyu learned another one of Wonwoo’s deepest, darkest secrets.

That his Father cheated on his mother.

After the revelation, Mingyu didnt have the time to even react because Wonwoo’s mother
interrupted their conversation. As expected, Wonwoo took the opportunity to escape.

They haven't spoken since.

Mingyu saw Wonwoo, quite a few times actually. Mingyu saw Wonwoo collecting the
newspaper from outside his place. Or go out on walks. Mingyu made sure not to run into him,
or make an effort to meet or even text him.

He didnt know how to face his family after that revelation. That piece of information changed
everything. If its like this for Mingyu, he cant even imagine how its for Wonwoo. That’s why
he hasnt contacted Wonwoo. Wonwoo needs time to get used to the fact that someone he
barely considers a friend knows about his dad’s infidelity. Mingyu wishes he could lend an
ear or a shoulder. But Wonwoo isn't willing to accept any help so there really is no point in
Mingyu even making an effort.

He still wonders though, how he is. What he's doing and is he able to breathe in there?
Mingyu knows if it ever happened to him, he wouldnt be able to breathe the same air as the
person, let alone continue to live with them.

“Wonwoo….is really brave,” he hums.

He wishes he could tell Wonwoo that. Wonwoo…needs to hear that.

Mingyu’s alerted out of his thoughts when his doorbell rings.

“Coming!” he yells as he lazily makes his way down.

Maybe he should text Wonwoo after all. The doorbell rings again and Mingyu clicks his
tongue, “I said I’m co–” but when he opens the door, all the hairs on his body raise in alarm.

“W-Wonwoo,” he stares at the man in astonishment.

“Hey,” Wonwoo speaks up, looking not quite on guard.

“Hey, uh um, what's up?” Mingyu asks, opening the door further.

“I uh–” Wonwoo looks around, almost as if fishing for excuses. But it doesn't seem to work.

“I just…I was out for a walk but I…I got cold,” he settles for saying, fingers fidgeting.
Mingyu purses his lips, a little overwhelmed by the nervousness Wonwoo’s body emanates
right now. It's so uncharacteristic of his usual confident and reserved self.

“Wanna come in?” Mingyu asks.

And he knows that this time, Wonwoo won’t decline.

Wonwoo looks up, exhaling lightly and nodding, “yes,”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Here,” Mingyu hands Wonwoo the hot chocolate he whipped up as the latter looks around
his room from where he’s seated on the bed.

“Thanks,” Wonwoo says, pulling sweater paws over his palms and holding the mug. Mingyu
holds back the urge to coo at him. He pulls over his chair from his desk and sits down a few
feet away from Wonwoo.

“Your room is the same as how it is at your place,” Wonwoo breaks the silence as he observes
the room. Mingyu chuckles, “well, of course, it is” he says as Wonwoo tries to take a sip but
decides against it.
It must be too hot for him. He’s got a cat’s tongue after all

“Uh, speaking of my place, have you gotten your heat?” Mingyu asks. Because by around
this time, Wonwoo should have gotten his heat. Did he spend it alone?

Wonwoo looks up, “No. I took pills to postpone it. I really don't like having heats when I’m
with my parents,” he says and Mingyu’s surprised at just how similar their thinking is.
Because Mingyu does the same. He took a pill to postpone his rut as well because being in a
rut, something so inherently sexual, in front of his parents is the last thing he wants.

“What about your rut?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu sighs, “same here. Postponed it.
Although, I really shouldn't be doing it,” he scratched the back of his head nervously and
Wonwoo raises a brow, “what do you mean?”

“Well, I have irregular cycles, and the Doctors have me told not to take such pills. But
because I've been with you, it’s stabilized a little. So, I should be okay,” he explains and
Wonwoo hums, “Same as me then” he infers and Mingyu nods.

Silence blankets them again and typically, Mingyu would be able to strike up a conversation
but right now, he's speechless. They have yet to address the elephant in the room. But
Mingyu doesn't know where to even begin. So he settles for watching Wonwoo slowly finish
the Hot chocolate in kitten sips. Mingyu takes joy in it as well. Mingyu loves when
Wonwoo’s face shows that hint of excitement whenever he tastes Mingyu’s creations.

Before he knows it, Wonwoo finishes the drink. He places it on the bedside table and Mingyu
straightens his spine. Maybe Wonwoo will finally speak up.

Instead, Wonwoo looks around, glances at Mingyu, and springs to his feet, “I should go,” he
says and heads for the exit but Mingyu grabs his wrist, “Hey, no, just–” Wonwoo freezes and
Mingyu continues, “you came here because you wanted to talk, right? let's talk,” he proposes,
loosening his grip on Wonwoo’s hand.
Thankfully, the latter doesn't oppose and turns silently, “alright”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Once they've settled on the bed, side by side, Wonwoo musters up the courage to tell Mingyu
everything.

Wonwoo’s father cheated on his mom. Not once, not twice but thrice. Or, who knows? 3 is
the number of times he’s been caught. Who knows how many other instances there have
been?

Wonwoo found his Mom crying a couple of years ago, and she finally told him what she had
been living with. Needless to say, Wonwoo was furious. Wonwoo’s father is strict and quite
scary, but Wonwoo respected him for his hard work and knowledge. However, that image of
shattered when this incident came to light. Wonwoo’s dad cheated not just on his Mom but
also on him. It was too much for Wonwoo to handle, to realize that someone you've known
your entire life is not who he claims to be. It’s difficult to even look at him without thinking
about that.

Mingyu swallows as Wonwoo inhales, eyes fixated on his hands on his lap, “you must be
wondering why my Mom is still with him,” he says, voice heavy with sorrow.

Mingyu purses his lips. He doesn't reply and Wonwoo scoffs, “I wonder too,”

Mingyu exhales, gently extending a hand to hold Wonwoo’s, a silent message that he can cry
if he wants. That Mingyu will listen. Wonwoo visibly flinches when his cold skin comes in
contact with Mingyu’s heated one but he doesn't pull back.

“Sorry I dumped this all on you,” Wonwoo exhales and Mingyu shakes his head, “no, it's
okay. I-I…” he gulps.
“Thanks,” Wonwoo says. Mingyu can tell Wonwoo doesn’t want to speak but he can’t help
but talk. He wants to let it all out but the nature of their relationship stops him from doing so.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you for the coffee thing,” he says and Mingyu denies it almost
immediately, “No. You have every right to,” Mingyu says.

Wonwoo huffs, lower lip quivering, “I… for the last two years, the atmosphere at home
hasn’t been the best. It’s suffocating to even be in the same room as him. I don’t know how
my mom does it. Or how she’s been doing it for so long now. It’s….really difficult,” Wonwoo
says, voice breaking, “My mom thinks that now that I know, my dad won’t do it again. And
she wants me to fix my relationship with him. But he and I, we’ve said things to each other
which we can never take back. And I can never forgive him for betraying my mom, for
betraying us,”

A distinct smell reaches Mingyu’s nose. Its unpleasant and sour. It’s something he’s never
smelt before. And is coming from Wonwoo who’s visibly shaken up, running his fingers
through his hair repeatedly.

Is this…

“Won–”

“And that gift, I thought he was making amends and trying to be better so I..accepted the gift.
But then that coffee thing–” his voice grows shakier, his eyes wild and unfocused.

“Hey–” he wants to calm him down. Wonwoo is–

The smell is getting stronger, and Mingyu’s alpha is on guard. Wonwoo’s shaking, lips pulled
between his teeth as he represses the tears Mingyu can see threatening to fall from his eyes.

“… we fought again and I just couldn’t be with him in there. I don’t want to fight with him or
hate him. He’s my father, after all. So, I try to ignore him but I feel bad when I see him eating
lunches alone or just…it all sucks, so much–” Wonwoo says and Mingyu flinches when a
waft of pheromones hits him.
It’s overwhelming and Mingyu flinches at the intensity of the scent.

Wonwoo’s in distress.

He’s shaking, trembling, and on the verge of tears, almost out of breath as tries to speak and–

Mingyu lunges forward and embraces Wonwoo tightly, pulling his shivering body against his.
Wonwoo’s too stunned to speak, almost as if Mingyu’s action brought him out of his chaotic
thoughts.

“Hey, calm down. I’m here, calm down,” Mingyu murmurs, patting Wonwoo’s back. He
makes sure to release some of his own pheromones, hoping they’ll calm Wonwoo down.
Wonwoo’s heart which was wildly thumping against his gradually settles, his breath no
longer erratic. He takes deep inhales and the bitter-sour smell eventually fades. Wonwoo’s
head comes to rest on his shoulders, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as he holds
Mingyu in place. He inhales and exhales, taking Mingyu’s scent in.

Mingyu knew their scent changes based on their emotions but had never experienced it
firsthand, especially not with Wonwoo.

For the longest while, they don’t break apart. Wonwoo breathes in and out, finally calming
down. But Mingyu doesn’t pull away just yet. Won’t until Wonwoo asks him to.

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo calls softly, and Mingyu hums, tightening his grip around the Omega,
“yeah?”

“I think my mom was right,” he mumbles, voice small.

“About what?”
“She told me, I’m irritable these days because…”

“Because?” Mingyu softens his tone, urging Wonwoo to go ahead.

Wonwoo sighs, “because my Omega misses your Alpha,” he says not meeting Mingyu’s
gaze.

Mingyu’s eyes widen and now it’s his heart that’s beating out of control.

“W-What?”

“Since my Omega has gotten used to you, it gets irritable when you’re away for longer
times,” WOnwoo admits shyly. Mingyu does his best not to let it get to his head, and his ego
inflates just the tiniest bit.

“Oh…how do you know for sure?” Mingyu clears his throat and Wonwoo exhales, “I don't
smell bad anymore, do I?” Mingyu blinks, “y-you didnt smell bad…” he tries to deny but
Wonwoo calls his bluff and laughs softly, “you don't have to lie to me,”

Mingyu just purses his lips and avoids his gaze.

But it does make sense. They’ve been together, physically, for almost a year now. And
haven’t really been separated for so long. Attachment is….expected.

“Then,” Mingyu can’t believe he’s even asking him this, especially outside their heats or ruts,
“do you wanna stay over tonight?”

Perhaps, more shocking than his own proposal is Wonwoo’s reply.

“Okay,”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Here, take this one too,” Mingyu says, handing Wonwoo another one of his Hoodies.
Wonwoo sighs but doesn’t resist, “thanks,” he mumbles as he places the hoodie in the pile
of…Mingyu’s things.

Wonwoo’s taking the bed tonight and Mingyu will be on the floor. The bed is too small for
them both to fit on it. Plus, they’ve never slept together like this without the pretext of heat
and ruts. It’s a little awkward.

Mingyu doesn’t want to say it like this but…since Mingyu cant be by Wonwoo’s side
throughout the night, he gave him some of his stuff to keep him calm while he sleeps.
Wonwoo’s shaken up, whether he admits it or not, and the least Mingyu could do is this. And
maybe WOnwoo isn’t aware of what this is but….

Nesting.

It’s when an Omega builds a nest for themselves with belongings of their alpha, or any alpha
for that matter to feel….protected or be comforted. And it’s something only…couples do and
it’s eating Mingyu up that Wonwoo’s very diligently arranging his hoodies and shirts around
the bed.

Wonwoo exhales when he’s done, “this is embarrassing,” he says. Perhaps, Wonwoo does
know what nesting is. Mingyu clears his throat, “it’s alright. let’s go to sleep,” he says and
Wonwoo nods, pulling a blanket over himself as he lies down.

Mingyu turns off the light and settles on the ground, “Night,” he says.
“Night,” Wonwoo replies, turning to face the wall instead of Mingyu. Which is
understandable because he's embarrassed out of his mind. Mingyu prefers it this way too
because Wonwoo will definitely understand why Mingyu’s face is blooming red right now.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Mingyu wakes up feeling rather stuffy, and it takes him a moment to realize that this isn't his
room.

“What…” he blinks away his sleep and sits up, yawning in the process of scanning the room.
Where the fuck is he?

Pale yellow walls, cobwebs in the corners, and a TV from the 18th century or whatever and–

Mingyu jumps when he finds someone curled into his side, and all the memories from last
night come rushing to him.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims and it stirs awake Wonwoo, who slowly opens his eyes. MIngyu
watches in horror as the man sits up, letting the blanket slip off his bare chest – now covered
in hickeys – hickeys that Mingyu left there.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

What the fuck did they just do!

“Please tell me I used a condom!” MIngyu curses, looking around the room as Wonwoo
groans, recovering from his heat hangover. Mingyu spots not one but many condoms flung
across towards the trashcan and sighs with relief. Okay, good, even in that daze Mingyu’s
brain was working.
“Banana milk,” Wonwoo mutters and Mingyu whips his head towards Wonwoo, “grab me
some Banana milk,”

Mingyu scoffs, hopping off the bed.

“This is not the time for Banana milk you bastard!” he curses as he hurriedly puts on his
underwear and other garments, “you and I had sex, and that is wrong on so many levels!”

Wonwoo glares at him, sleep evident in his heavy lids, “Don't yell,” he says and Mingyu
huffs. The audacity of this man!

He should be cursing at his enemy, not pounding into him like some rut-driven dog! Oh god,
this is the worst! Mingyu grabs his belongings and rushes towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Wonwoo raises his voice, and Mingyu huffs, “why aren't you more
freaked out about this?! You and I…we…hate each other! We…sex with you is ..disgusting to
even–” MIngyu rambles but halts when Wonwoo gasps as if hurt.

Mingyu click his tongue and looks away, “I can't take this,” he says. He’s panicky, he’s
confused and he can't make sense of his own feelings.

“Fine! Leave me alone in this dirty, dusty motel since you think sex with me is so
disgusting!” Wonwoo yells as Mingyu shuts the door behind him.

But Mingyu just can't ignore the fact that sex with Wonwoo wasn't disgusting, no matter how
much he wants it to be. It was…wonderful. Mingyu hasn't felt like that for ages.

He also can't ignore the hurt that oozes from Wonwoo’s voice.
Mingyu recalls that it was Wonwoo’s first time yesterday.

He remembers Wonwoo cried a little, he was scared about so many things and needed so
much reassurance from Mingyu. Wonwoo….trusted Mingyu with everything last night and…

Who’s to say he isn't scared still?

Mingyu kills his anger and walks back in, only to find tears trickling out of Wonwoo’s eyes.

“I knew it,” Mingyu rushes towards Wonwoo, wiping his tears. Wonwoo hisses, “I-I’m not
weak!”

Mingyu sighs, kneeling in front of him, “I know. But you are in a vulnerable mindset– it
happens after heat and well, sex,”

Wonwoo doesn't refute that. He pulls the blanket over himself and Mingyu exhales, looking
around the room.

“We should leave,” he says, checking Wonwoo’s temperature with the palm of his hand.

“Where to?” Wonwoo questions softly. Mingyu can't believe this is the same Wonwoo who
threatens to break his teeth on a daily basis. This Wonwoo is….vulnerable and timid. Like he
was yesterday.

MIngyu hums, standing up and going around the room to grab Wonwoo’s clothes, handing it
to him, “to my place. It's best not to spend heat in a place like this,”

Wonwoo blinks at him. Mingyu and Wonwoo both know Wonwoo’s heat hasn't subsided fully.
“Is there banana milk there?” Wonwoo asks.

Mingyu nods, “Yeah,”

Wonwoo ponders for a moment and nods, “okay,

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Mingyu never made the mistake of even expecting to fall asleep.

How could he fall asleep with Wonwoo so close yet so far? They’ve slept together countless
times – it's only during sex and after it that Wonwoo doesn't mind when Mingyu pulls him
close to himself. But this situation is different.

His heart refuses to settle and his eyes glance at Wonwoo’s back repeatedly. Is he asleep? Or
is he the same as Mingyu? Restless?

Mingyu hasn’t had the chance to talk to Wonwoo. Ask him if he’s okay or not.

Mingyu doesn't want to leave anything unsaid. He wants Wonwoo to know how brave he’s
being. Something tells MIngyu he doesn't get told that enough, or ever.

“Wonwoo?” he calls softly. He stares at the man’s back, small.

There’s no response.

“Are you asleep?” he calls again, louder this time.

And yet again, there’s no response.

Mingyu sighs, planning to sleep when he hears a small voice. Wonwoo’s.

“Yeah?” Wonwoo responds. Mingyu’s heart rate picks up.

MIngyu purses his lips. There’s a lot he wants to say but he cannot, not right now. So he
settles for saying just one thing.

“You’re very brave,” he says.

Wonwoo doesn’t reply but Mingyu knows he heard him loud and clear.

And it’s all he needs.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Though his heat is finally on the downside, Wonwoo continues to grind back on MIngyu’s
fingers, riding them to extend his orgasm by a bit. But his hips start to hurt and he stops,
leaning against Mingyu’s chest, catching his breath.
Mingyu smirks, removing his slick coated fingers from Wonwoo’s hole, basking in Wonwoo’s
pheromones. God, he has the sweetest most intoxicating scent.

Mingyu thinks Wonwoo’s had enough for now, and that they can take a break but Wonwoo
crashes their lips, and Mingyu isn't complaining. They kiss feverishly, and Wonwoo’s hands
roam Mingyu’s body – touching and groping. MIngyu hums and Wonwoo drinks his moan,
fingers unbuttoning Mingyu’s pants.

“Wow,” Mingyu groans when Wonwoo’s fingers fish out his dick, stroking it lazily, “thanks
but you don't have to,” MIngyu grabs his wrist softly, and Wonwoo whines, “but you haven't
come yet,”

Mingyu chuckles, “you're in heat. You don't have to worry about me,” he reminds him, but
Wonwoo doesn't seem convinced. And he does what Mingyu never expected him to do. He
leans down to give him a blowjob. But MIngyu’s quicker, pulling away and closing his legs,
“yah, what are you doing?” he asks and Wonwoo frowns at him, “giving you head,” he
replies, trying to go down again but Mingyu grabs his shoulders and turns him over, hugging
his warm and sweaty body from behind, “No blowjobs,” he says and Wonwoo clicks his
tongue, “why not?”

“Well, for one, I don't trust you. What if you bite me?”

And to that, Wonwoo only smiles, “true,”

Good god, this man —

“Plus,” Mingyu kisses his ear, “you're tired. Catch some sleep before your heat flares up
again,” he massages his sides, and Wonwoo whines again, “but–”

“Just sleep, Won. You don't owe me anything,” he reassures, and Wonwoo stops wriggling.
Like that, Wonwoo falls asleep in Mingyu’s arms after a few moments.
Mingyu thinks he can take care of his dick, but he doesn't want to move, not when WOnwoo’s
in his arms. Instead, he shuts his eyes and falls asleep with Wonwoo.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

It’s around 4 in the morning when Mingyu wakes up to find his bed empty but his side warm.
Groggily, he turns halfway back to find Wonwoo snuggled into his side, having curled up into
a ball.

Mingyu’s taken aback, sure. But he doesn’t make any movements that would alarm the
peacefully slumbering boy. He carefully turns to completely face Wonwoo, and the man
snuggles even closer to Mingyu, resting against his chest. Mingyu pulls his blanket over him
properly, he knows Wonwoo’s cold. He takes a minute to take in how small Wonwoo looks,
and his defenseless face. Mingyu raises a hesitant hand to his face, thumbs tracing remnants
of tears on his cheeks.

Wonwoo cried.

When did he cry?

When Mingyu was asleep?

Mingyu sighs, and glances at the abandoned pile of his things on the bed.

Maybe, physical contact is what Wonwoo needed than that proxy next.
MIngyu exhales, unsure of how to control his racing heart. How to not let his mind wander to
forbidden territories where Mingyu and Wonwoo don’t hate each other and rather–

“Shit,” he curses, running his thumb down Wonwoo’s lips, taking in his features. Long lashes
fall over his closed eyes, lips parted as he takes small and soft breaths. Slowly, Mingyu wraps
his arms around Wonwoo and pulls him close. Wonwoo grumbles but seems to relax when
Mingyu elicits more pheromones. Mingyu chuckles, he can't deny that he’s a little happy that
his scent has such an effect on Wonwoo. He leans in and takes the opportunity to bury his
nose in the crook of Wonwoo’s neck, inhaling the no-longer distressed scent. Wonwoo smells
sweet again.

Mingyu has a lot to tell Wonwoo. To talk to him, lend an ear, and support him. But for now,
all Mingyu wishes for Wonwoo is a good night’s sleep.

“Sleep well, Wonwoo-yah,” he utters, his heart fluttering.

Right now, Wonwoo isn't someone he hates. Rather…

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Well, Mingyu assumed they were okay since Wonwoo stayed by his side till the next
morning. They even greeted each other over the weekend before they had to go back to the
University.

Mingyu hasn’t seen Wonwoo since yesterday but he’s sure their next meeting will be nothing
like how it usually is, filled with childish banter and witty remarks. They’ve grown closer
over the vacation. Wonwoo opened up to Mingyu, which is honestly a leap in their
relationship. That’s why as Mingyu makes his way toward his department building, he's
humming. He’s looking forward to meeting Wonwoo.

And Mingyu? It’s gotten a little easier to…. accept his feelings. Rather, the turmoil in his
heart.

He has to admit that whenever it comes to Wonwoo, Mingyu has zero clarity. He doesn’t
know what he feels toward him. Initially, it was enmity and hostility. But over time…. he's
grown more confused about his own feelings. Because he doesn’t necessarily hate Wonwoo.
He really doesn't.

He’s about to enter the Department building when he feels a hand yank him back by his
shoulder. And he's more than pleased to find Wonwoo staring back at him. But he doesn't
know why Wonwoo looks so….mad.

“What the fuck, dickhead?” he barks and Mingyu frowns. What brought this on? There's no
one around them to keep this enemy act up. And the last time they talked, they parted on
good terms. Mingyu can't think of a single thing that would upset Wonwoo who had been so
docile and gentle just a few days ago.

“What?” Mingyu asks and Wonwoo scoffs, clenching his fists, “Are you playing dumb?”
Wonwoo pushes Mingyu.

Mingyu gulps, “about what?” he steadies himself, holding his ground.

“I can't believe you!” Wonwoo rolls his eyes, tonguing the inside of his cheek to contain his
anger. And it's beginning to annoy Mingyu that this is a recurring thing. Where Mingyu tries
to make amends and Wonwoo blasts off on him.

“Why don't you spit it out already?” Mingyu snaps, frustrated that all his efforts were in vain,
that everything that happened between them over the weekend was conveniently forgotten.
“You fucking scented me, Mingyu!” Wonwoo exclaims and MIngyu freezes.

What? Did he scent Wonwoo?

“What? When? I didnt!” Mingyu defends himself. Scenting… its a rather intimate thing to
do. Something lovers do to claim each other, to mark someone as their own.

“Yes, you did!” Wonwoo repeats and it all comes rushing back to Mingyu.

That night, when Wonwoo slept by his side, Mingyu remembers pulling Wonwoo close
and….

“Shit,” he curses as he recalls the moment he buried his nose in the crook of his neck, right
on top of scent glands, marking him unconsciously.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Wonwoo raises his voice and Mingyu doesn't know how
to tell him it was by accident. How should he explain to him why he even embraced him in
the first place??

“Look, Wonwoo–”

“Hyunwoo Hyung could tell at once that I smelled different!” and Mingyu pauses at that.
Hyunwoo smelled his scent on Wonwoo? How close was he to Wonwoo to be able to do that?
Because right now, even Mingyu cant smell himself on Wonwoo. And is that why Wonwoo’s
so bothered? Because his beloved Hyunwoo Hyung was repulsed? Because it lowered his
chances with him? And wait, is Hyunwoo an Alpha? There are so many thoughts running
across Mingyu’s mind and they all severely anger him.

Wonwoo continues, “Did you think that just because I told you some stuff that you have
some right on me? Some claim over me?” he raises an accusatory finger. Mingyu clenches
his fists, “Well forgive me for thinking we were friends at last,”
Wonwoo gapes, “Friends don't fucking scent each other!” he says, “and you did! Who do you
think you are? What makes you think you have an exclusive right over me and my body?”

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Because Mingyu didnt do that with those intentions.

He only did so because…because he…

Fuck, why won't Wonwoo just listen? For once, why can't he shut up and let Mingyu speak?

But Mingyu’s irrational mouth dominates his rational thoughts.

“And what if I scented you? It's not like you're sleeping with other alphas anyway!” Mingyu
doesn't want to say that. He doesn't even mean it.

“The fuck? Just because I'm not doesn't mean I want to be claimed by one! What the fuck is
wrong with you?”

Mingyu’s angry.

They've never talked about the exclusivity of their relationship before. And it angers him that
there's no clarity regarding it. Because the more he thinks about Wonwoo sleeping with
others, the more his blood boils.

“You're just angry because it lowers your chances with other alphas!” he spits out and
Wonwoo’s eyes widen.
“So that’s what you think? That I’m angry because your scent won't let me fuck others?”

Mingyu flinches at the word.

Fuck others

Mingyu purses his lips, still upset and angry and unable to control the rage bubbling in his
body.

“That's your shitty Alpha ego speaking, Kim Mingyu. This is why I fucking hate Alphas!”
Wonwoo begins, “and if you want it that way, then so be it,” he says and Mingyu gasps. He
turns to leave when Mingu grabs hold of his hand. And unlike that night, Wonwoo snatches
his hand away.

“Where are you going?!” Mingyu demands, voice trembling.

“To find an alpha that isn't as arrogant and careless!” Wonwoo announces and panic sets in.

“What the–”

“It's too difficult, this arrangement with someone as reckless and clumsy as you. Plus, we
aren't exclusive anyway. And it doesn't matter that you scented me because I'm not yours! I’ll
never be yours!” he says and every word enrages Mingyu.

He grits his teeth, “Fine! Fuck off! I don't need you either!” he yells as Wonwoo storms away,
“Good riddance!”

And as Wonwoo’s figure disappears, Mingyu can't help but want to slap himself in the face.
 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Growing up, he didn’t have as many friends. He kept mostly to himself, quiet and introverted.
Maybe that’s why his father had always been so strict – he didnt meet his expectations of
being energetic and extroverted.

Wonwoo’s dad is an accomplished individual, having worked his ass off to climb the ranks
and settle in a comfortable position. He’s knowledgeable and Wonwoo always admired that
about him. But more than admiration, Wonwoo has always been rather afraid of him. He’s
particular, unaccommodating, and a stickler for details. He’s always been obsessed with
himself and his capabilities, something so typical of an Alpha. And Wonwoo could tell he
didn’t expect anything from Wonwoo. Dad just thought of him as a good-for-nothing son,
which Wonwoo promptly proved wrong after improving his grades and acing his exams in
Middle school. But maybe that was a mistake because ever since then, his father focused all
his attention on Wonwoo, pushing his hopes onto him. His Father finally expected things from
Wonwoo, to soar high, higher than he ever did.

Wonwoo didn’t understand if he enjoyed the attention his father gave him or if he dreaded
how he gave it. He remembers that study session where his Father tutored him till he was a
teary mess. It’s almost a traumatic event for Wonwoo. His secondary gender hadn’t been
revealed yet but he was already crumbling under the burden of his Father’s expectations. The
only reason he didn’t run away from the household was that he couldn’t leave his mother.
Sometimes he wondered just how they’d ended up together, someone so caring and someone
who’d put himself before his family. Either way, Wonwoo’s life only took a turn for the worse
when his secondary gender was revealed to be Omega.

And his father did not take it well. He made the Doctors test Wonwoo again and again,
convinced that his son couldn’t be an Omega. It took a toll on Wonwoo’s mental health
because despite having proved himself to his father, all it took was his secondary gender to
lose all that. The way his father looked at him changed, and at one point, it was almost like
he had stopped caring.
Maybe it was a reaction to that that Wonwoo hid his gender at Uni, that he did everything in
his power to not look like a weakling, take pills, and scent blockers which effectively ruined
his cycles and even put on a front of a tough, no non-sense guy.

Wonwoo’s not always been the asshole people, or Mingyu, think him to be. But he has to
admit that he’s kept this facade on for so long that it’s become a part of him. And combined
with the news of his father cheating on his mother finally breaking out, Wonwoo could no
longer be the pushover he once used to be. He had just one goal in his mind: to protect his
mother and he did that by taking control of the reigns and rising to the occasion.

Wonwoo hasn’t allowed himself to go back from there.

And he’s come to a point where he detests Alphas in general. He’s come across a bunch of
them and all of them are the same: obnoxious, proud, and arrogant. Just like his Father.

All except Hyunwoo.

Wonwoo met Hyunwoo Hyung when he was in his 2nd year of High School. Hyunwoo was in
college and often helped out at the cram school Wonwoo attended. And he was nothing like
the alphas he’d known. Hyunwoo was gentle and far from being a pompous jerk. And what
started as awe quickly turned into a crush and soon into feelings he couldn’t simply erase by
distancing himself from Hyunwoo. Eventually, he embraced those feelings. It was a pleasant
surprise that Wonwoo got into the University Hyunwoo started teaching at, giving him a
chance to be close to him at all times. Of course, Hyunwoo didn’t know about Wonwoo’s
secondary gender. And Wonwoo never wants him to know because though Hyunwoo might
not be that kind of a person, Wonwoo’s afraid of being judged. Especially by Hyunwoo. What
if Hyunwoo is repulsed by him being an Omega? What if he judges him for hiding the truth?
Wonwoo doesn't see any merit in coming clean to Hyunwoo either way.

Of course, he was a little heartbroken when he heard the news that Hyunwoo was engaged.
Well, ‘a little’ is a lie because before he knew it, there were tears in his eyes. He held them in,
especially with Mingyu behind him on the bike – but at some point during their bike ride,
Wonwoo let tears fall. He’s just thankful Mingyu didn’t notice. Wonwoo’s not sure if he’s
completely over his feelings for Hyunwoo. He can't deny the intensity of those feelings, and
moving on is no easy feat. Or so he assumed but….Wonwoo doesn't know why it doesn't
bother him as much. Though, a small part of him did feel envious but he isn’t a teenager in
love anymore. He can move on.
Wonwoo takes a soft inhale before walking into Hyunwoo Hyung’s study, putting on a smile
when Hyunwoo notices his presence.

“Here’s the xerox you asked for,” Wonwoo puts down the sheets of paper as Hyunwoo stands
up from where he was sitting and walks to him.

“Thanks, Wonwoo-yah,” the alpha says, gently patting his head. Wonwoo relaxes a little.
Hyunwoo Hyung always calms him down – his gentle presence is all Wonwoo needs to forget
about his worries – even if only momentarily.

Wonwoo doesn't have anything, in particular, to worry about, but he has been a little unsure
about facing Mingyu today. Wonwoo can't believe he woke up to cuddling and being cuddled
by Mingyu. Its…not normal, considering their relationship. And most of all, Wonwoo can't
believe he told Mingyu about his Dad and family situation. Wonwoo has mixed feelings about
it – He worries Mingyu will look down on him, but at the same time it feels good to have let it
all out.

He even…nested with Mingyu’s things. What is wrong with Wonwoo!? What was he
thinking?!

Just thinking about him makes his cheeks warm.

Wonwoo shakes his head.

Although, Mingyu seemed to welcome his…neediness. He didnt tease him about it…

“Why are you smiling?” Hyunwoo asks and Wonwoo gasps, “I-I wasn't smiling,”

Hyunwoo giggles, “Wonwoo-yah, I've known you for years. So, what's up? You look like
you're in a good mood,”
Wonwoo purses his lips, staring down at his feet, “oh, it's nothing, Hyung,” he says. When it
comes to Hyunwoo, Wonwoo gets so bashful. He can't think and the urge to check hismelf in
the mirror is so so strong.

“Is it an alpha?” Hyunwoo asks and Wonwoo frowns, shipping his head up, “w-what?”

Hyunwoo laughs nervously, “Wonwoo-yah, you smell like an alpha, have since you walked
into this room,” and Wonwoo gasps, stepping back.

What? Thats not possible. Wonwoo is still a beta in Hyunwoo’s eyes, and he’s not supposed to
smell like anyone. But there’s the smell of an alpha on him though Wonwoo washed
thoroughly — this…his secret will be out…what…

“So,” Hyunwoo flicks his chin, “whos the guy?” and Wonwoo steps away from him, “Hyung,
I'll see you later!” he says and runs out of there. Because there’s just one possibility.

That Kim Mingyu scented him.

And now, Hyunwoo might figure his secret out.

Not just Hyunwoo, but maybe everyone at the Uni!

And the next thing he knew, Wonwoo was out for blood, on a hunt for Kim Mingyu who’d
scented him like he owned him.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•
Yeah.

Wonwoo’s angry

Of course, he is.

Why wouldnt he be after what Mingyu did?

Wonwoo opened up to Mingyu and Mingyu assumed that gesture gave him the right to
everything in Wonwoo’s life. To fucking scent him!

Wonwoo offers an inch and Mingyu takes a mile.

But halfway through their argument, Wonwoo realized that he could be wrong. Instead of
blasting off on Mingyu like that, he should probably hear Mingyu out because it looked like
Mingyu wanted to explain. Wonwoo should've calmed down and talked to him but….he just
kept going, like he always does. Did Wonwoo overreact? Maybe. But was he wrong about
being upset? No. Because the thing with Mingyu is that he…

He gets attached easily. Wonwoo can feel Mingyu getting attached to him.

And they…Mingyu…when they first met he…they….

Their past is complicated, and it's what makes their present all the more complicated as well.

Wonwoo hates attachment, and he’s afraid Mingyu is…

It's scary when you can see firsthand how your relationship with someone is drastically
changing.
Wonwoo hops onto his bike, hoping to call it a day and spend his time getting rid of
Mingyu’s scent. But as he's about to drive away, he notices that Mingyu’s car is missing as
well. Wonwoo sighs, guilt penetrating his heart.

He shouldn't have yelled.

It was completely uncalled for.

But it upset Wonwoo that….. Mingyu thinks so lowly of him. That he was upset because
Mingyu’s scent hindered his way to get into other people’s pants.

Who does Mingyu think he is to stay stuff like that? What does Mingyu know about
Wonwoo? Nothing. So…

What does Mingyu know about Wonwoo?

A whole lot, though, doesn't he?

That he's an omega and that his family is a mess.

Wonwoo exhales, putting his helmet on when a familiar voice stops him, “Yo! Wonwoo!”
Soonyoung calls as he jogs towards Wonwoo.

“Hey,” he greets as Soonyoung catches his breath, “Can you give me a ride to the entrance?”

“Oh, sure, get on,” he says as Soonyoung mounts his bike. Once settled, Wonwoo revs up the
engine.
Soonyoung blabbers something about the work he has in the administrative building.
Something about a new ID card or whatever. Wonwoo doesn't pay attention, mind occupied
by Mingyu.

“Oh, did you hear about what happened to Mingyu?” Soonyoung asks as Wonwoo stops near
the entrance. His heart rate picks up and he swallows, “what about him?” he feigns
ignorance.

“Oh, he went into a rut on campus,” Soonyoung informs and Wonwoo’s eyes widen, “huh?”

“Yeah. It seemed pretty severe and an entire crowd gathered around him. Many offered to
help him but despite almost being on his knees, he drove home,”

Rut? And so intense? Wonwoo swallows, knowing it has to do with Mingyu taking pills to
delay his ruts. And he drove home in that condition??

“I-I see,” Wonwoo says as he gets off.

“Poor guy. But I’m sure he has no lack of suitors to help him, especially if the rut is so
severe” Soonyoung remarks and a weird feeling settles like a rock in his stomach.
Wonwoo….helps Mingyu during his ruts. Like Mingyu helps him with his heats. Wonwoo
should….

He bites his lips.

No, Wonwoo…Mingyu said he’ll find someone. Wonwoo…he shouldn't…

“Anyway, thanks for–” and before he can hear Soonyoung’s thanks, Wonwoo finds himself
accelerating away, one destination in mind.
 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo dashes up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He navigates around the
familiar hallway and reaches the room towards the end.

Wonwoo catches his breath, staring at the door in front of him. The door behind which is
Mingyu.

He knows the passcode.

He could just go in.

But after what they said to each other, Wonwoo can't bring himself to just waltz back inside.

He rings the doorbell, anxious.

“Fuck off, I don't need anyone right now,” comes a muffled voice, and Wonwoo swallows,
clenching his fists.

“I-It’s me,” he croaks out weakly, and the door slams open, a hand yanking Wonwoo inside.

All of a sudden, he's trapped in Mingyu’s tight embrace, drowning in the overwhelming
amount of pheromones Mingyu is elicintg right now. He's already dizzy, both because of the
scent and Mingyu’s heated body against this, his face buried in Wonwoo’s neck.
 Mingyu tightens his grip around him and Wonwoo exhales heavily, surrendering himself to
Mingyu.

“--ine” Mingyu breathes against his skin, almost delirious.

Wonwoo doesn't make it out quite right.

But Mingyu speaks up again for his benefit, and it sends chills down his spine.

“Mine”

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 Chapter 7
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“Mnph, Mingyu,” Wonwoo breathes in between kisses as a delirious Mingyu carries him to
bed, lips linked. He tosses Wonwoo onto the bed, crawling atop him to resume the battle of
their tongues.

Mine , Mingyu had whispered when he took Wonwoo in his arms, inhaling his scent to cool
his head.

And Wonwoo doesn’t know why didn’t correct him then and there, stopping Mingyu’s mind
from getting carried away. But with every kiss he pressed to his neck, every mine he uttered
between those kisses, Wonwoo melted.

Mingyu’s place is flooded with pheromones and it’s more intense than ever. Wonwoo and
Mingyu have spent countless ruts together but this time, it’s too intense for Wonwoo. He
can’t even think as Mingyu hurriedly and desperately kisses him, jittery hands fumbling with
the folds of his clothes. Just by his ragged breaths and shaky hands, combined with the
amount of pheromones he’s leaking, Wonwoo can tell Mingyu’s overwhelmed by his inner
Alpha. His eyes dark with lust.

Typically, even during his ruts, Mingyu’s clear-headed, just a little more breathless than
usual. A slave to his instincts but still in his senses. But right now, Mingyu’s alpha seems to
have taken over him, and it’s seeking a release of heat. And it’s Wonwoo’s job to bring him
back, and yank Mingyu out of his deep subconscious.

Between kisses, Wonwoo musters the courage to flip them over. He presses Mingyu against
the wall and slides onto his lap with ease, pulling his head towards his neck.

“Mingyu, calm down first” Wonwoo breathes out as Mingyu’s hands roam his body beneath
his clothes. Mingyu pants, hard and heavy, and Wonwoo gently guides his nose to his scent
glands, releasing pheromones of his own. And the effect is instantaneous in the way Mingyu
shudders, tightening his grip around Wonwoo. His body is hot and sweaty but Wonwoo
makes sure to stick to him as he takes deep inhales of his scent, groaning and whimpering,
“Wonwoo,” he croaks, and Wonwoo swallows at how low his voice has fallen.

“I’m here,” he reassures him as he feels Mingyu’s body relax against his, his breath evening
but still ragged. He pulls away and cups Mingyu’s cheeks, observing his face. He searches for
the light in his eyes, which eventually peeks through his dilated pupils.

“You back?” he asks, sliding his thumb across his cheek. Mingyu exhales, chest heaving
heavily. He smiles, nodding, “I think so”

Wonwoo sighs in relief, “idiot, you shouldn’t have taken that medication,” he scolds and
Mingyu nods, still panting. His rut isn’t over just yet.

“Yeah,” Mingyu says but he rolls his hips this time, eliciting a gasp from Wonwoo who’s
startled by the erection pressing against his ass. He turns to Mingyu to say something but he
silences him with a kiss.

“Can we talk after my rut?” he speaks against his lips and Wonwoo sighs, letting Mingyu kiss
him deeply, “okay,”

Sometimes, Wonwoo’s weak when it comes to Mingyu.

Wonwoo grinds his hips down, earning a moan from Mingyu whose mouth he licks into
eagerly, “F-Fuck,” Mingyu breaks the kiss, head falling against the wall. His weak hands try
to guide Wonwoo onto his erection but fail.

“Fuck, it’s never so intense,” Mingu whispers, helplessly bucking his hips up against
Wonwoo. Mingyu’s entire body is shaking, twitching. Wonwoo swallows, kissing him again,
this time deeper and harder.

“Let me take care of you,” he says and pulls away. Mingyu watches in a daze as Wonwoo
slithers down his body and halts right above the tent in Mingyu’s pants. When Wonwoo
begins to undo the button, Mingyu’s eyes shoot wide open, “Wonwoo, what are you doing—”

No Blowjobs.

It’s a rule they’ve agreed upon.

But right now, as Wonwoo pulls his pants and boxers down to let his cock spring free, all
Mingyu can think about is Wonwoo’s pretty lips around his cock. That’s why Mingyu doesn’t
even put up a resistance as Wonwoo licks a long stripe from the base to his tip, evoking beads
of pre-cum to trickle down his shaft.

Wonwoo’s never given a blowjob before. And he’s going in completely blind because he
needs to take care of Mingyu who’s suffering at the hands of his insatiable rut. He’s helpless,
shifting between growls and whimpers.

With determination, Wonwoo begins to lick and kiss his cock, watching it grow in size with
every little antic. He continues to pleasure him, massaging his balls which make Mingyu
moan wonderfully. And he realizes it’s the first time he’s actually taken a proper look at
Mingyu’s cock. It’s big almost angry with veins running across its surface, throbbing, and no
way near fully hardened. Has it always been this big? Maybe Wonwoo never noticed because
Mingyu prepares him so well. Mindlessly, Wonwoo sucks in a breath and takes his length in,
making Mingyu throw his head back.

He bobs his head around his length, going deeper with each bob till he’s able to take him in
completely. His eyes are beginning to water and Wonwoo didn’t realize when his own hand
snaked into his pants to grab his own dick and pump it. Mingyu’s fingers tangle in his hair as
he warns Wonwoo he’s going to come. Relentless, Wonwoo goes on, swirling his tongue
around the shaft and driving Mingyu insane. He pumps his own cock, incredibly turned on by
all the thoughts flooding his head. That he’s giving Mingyu a blowjob, that this cock would
soon be inside of him.

“F-Fuck, pull back, I’m coming,” is all Mingyu says. And when Wonwoo’s tongue grazes
against the tip, Mingyu grunts, hips bucking into Wonwoo’s mouth as he releases into his
mouth, whimpering as he reaches his first release. Wonwoo pulls off his cock with a pop,
immediately spitting the cum out on the floor and turning to look at Mingyu’s flushed face
and swollen face. He wants to scold Mingyu for holding his head in place when he wished to
pull away but chooses to take revenge by crashing their lips in a heated kiss anyway, swirling
their tongues together till Mingyu tastes himself on Wonwoo’s tongue.

“Where did you learn that?” Mingyu breaks the kiss to latch his lips onto Wonwoo’s nape,
kissing and sucking as Wonwoo feels his slick run down his thighs, soaking his pants.

“Internet,” he says simply and his answer seems to satisfy Mingyu who slips in hands into
WOnwoo’s pants, “thank god” he grumbles and Wonwoo frowns, “what?”

Mingyu pulls away to catch a breath, “I’m just relieved you learned it from the internet and
not someone else,” he smiles softly, biting his lips, and Wonwoo gulps, “you’re lightheaded
because of the rut,” Wonwoo says before resuming their kiss. Mingyu doesn’t complain,
prioritizing the resolution of his rut before anything.

When Mingyu’s finger slides between his cheeks, Wonwoo gasps, pulling his hand away.
Breathless, he gulps, “let me do it,” he says and snakes his arm to his ass.

Wonwoo’s never touched himself there before, it’s always been Mingyu. But right now,
Mingyu’s in no state to prep him so he does it himself. He slides a finger in, the movement
made easy by the slick he’s produced and he whimpers as he pushes another in. He takes the
support of the wall, squirming when Mingyu raises his top and claims his nipples, sucking
onto them roughly, biting and licking incessantly. Wonwoo shudders, moaning and
whimpering as he prepares himself.

“Sorry but—” Wonwoo gasps when he feels Mingyu slide his finger in alongside Wonwoo’s,
“I can’t wait too long,” he says and pushes another finger in. Wonwoo loses balance, letting
his head fall on his shoulders as his and Mingyu’s fingers move inside his ass, stretching and
fingering till Wonwoo’s a moaning mess.

“Fuck,” Mingyu kisses Wonwoo, “Won, I need you, so bad,” he says as he pulls out his
fingers to grab his cheeks, spreading them and sliding his cock between them lewdly.
Wonwoo pants, dizzy but responds eagerly, grinding back onto it. He retrieves his fingers
from inside and pulls away to discard his clothes.

“I’ll—” he begins to raise his hips and slip onto Mingyu when the latter stops him and pulls
him closer, “as much as I appreciate you taking the reigns this time around, let me do it” he
says and his voice sends more blood rushing to Wonwoo’s dick. He can only nod as Mingyu
maneuvers them around, such that Wonwoo’s on his stomach and Mingyu hovering above
him. And Mingyu aligns his cock with his hole, circling the rim, and Wonwoo mewls,
clutching the sheets and raising his hips eagerly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re leaking so much,” Mingyu says, having regained his senses and strength.
Wonwoo sighs, “Mingyu, don't tease,” he whines as Mingyu pushes in and then out,
chuckling, “hm, okay” and then, he pushes in. Wonwoo’s mouth hangs open as Mingyu’s
length stretches him open. His hand rushes to his own neglected dick as Mingyu begins to
pull in and out, steadying the pace with calculated thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” Mingyu comments as he fucks into Wonwoo, who moans each time
Mingyu pulls out all the way back and then pounds back in. He’s reduced to tears as Mingyu
continues his ministrations, now lying atop him.

Mingyu’s pace grows erratic and he half wheezes and half groans in his ears with each thrust,
as if losing control all over again. And as Mingyu’s cock grows in size, Wonwoo finds
himself almost yelling, “Mingyu! Fuck, there—” he chokes out, fingers digging into the bed
below and face buried in the pillow to muffle his screams.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Mingyu says, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his back and neck,
trailing his lips up to his ears and licking the shell, sending chills down Wonwoo’s body.

“You’re mine,” Mingyu growls with a particularly sharp thrust which has Wonwoo’s eyes
widening like never before, “mine, please..mine,” Mingyu breathes, delirious and desperate.
Wonwoo can only moan in response, eyes teary and words caught in the back of his throat as
Mingyu pounds into him ruthlessly. But it's so good, so good that Wonwoo can’t think
straight, can’t get enough.

Mingyu’s hips slam into his, “can I bite you here?” Mingyu taps the base of his neck and
Wonwoo shivers because the place he’s aiming for is his scent glands. Wonwoo doesn’t reply,
burying his face in his pillow, knowing Mingyu’s just delirious.

“Wonwoo, please—” he breathes into his ear, hastening his pace and Wonwoo moans, “Ming
—ahn, fuck, jus—”
“Please,” Mingyu licks the base of his neck, as if savoring Wonwoo’s scent with his tongue,
“I want to, please” he inhales, “we won't mate because you're not in heat. So please,
Wonwoo, please,” he kisses the area and Wonwoo gives in, “fuck, okay!” he says and
Mingyu hurries his pace, taking Wonwoo by surprise again. And then, Wonwoo feels teeth on
his flesh, sinking into his skin and the pleasure that it evokes is astronomical. As Mingyu
bites down, Wonwoo moans loudly, coming unabashedly, hips stuttering as Mingyu follows,
pulling out of Wonwoo before he releases it all on his back and fluttering role, which now
gapes at the lack of Mingyu.

When Mingyu’s teeth finally leave his body, Wonwoo collapses onto the bed, catching his
breath as Mingyu licks the bite mark, like he’s soothing a wound.

Wonwoo comes back down from his high as Mingyu breathes against his skin, letting his
hand massage the base of his back.

“I’m tired” is the first thing he says and Wonwoo sighs, turning to lie on his side to face
Mingyu, “yeah, no shit” he grumbles, his body having given out, charging to prepare for the
many rounds to come. Mingyu might’ve calmed down but this isn’t over yet.

Mingyu chuckles breathlessly, raising his hand to push Wonwoo’s bangs off his face.
Wonwoo relaxes against his touch.

“That’s not what I meant,” Mingyu says and Wonwoo frowns, “then?”

A glazed look washes over Mingyu’s features and he sighs, as if nervous, “I’m tired of
fighting, Won,” he says and Wonwoo’s heart picks up.

“What?”

Mingyu sighs, running his thumb across Wonwoo’s lower lip, “You know what I mean,” he
says and Wonwoo swallows. Because yes, Wonwoo does know what he means. Mingyu
 continues, “I’m tired of fighting with you, and I’m tired of fighting my own feelings for yo–”
Wonwoo presses his hands to Mingyu’s lips, shutting him up.

“Don’t say it,” Wonwoo warns, heart racing out of his chest. Mingyu sighs, taking Wonwoo’s
hand and kissing the palm, “not saying it won’t make it go away,”

As Mingyu lovingly looks at him, oOnwoo wonders just where it had all gone wrong. What
was it that damaged their relationship? How did it all start?

The thought takes Wonwoo down memory lane and it’s then that Wonwoo remembers the
origins of their supposed rivalry, 2 years ago.

It was just 4 words from Mingyu that set it all off.

I like you, Wonwoo.

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 Chapter 8
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Everybody knew who Kim Mingyu was.

The Captain of the Soccer team, the Most desired Alpha of the University, or whatever.
Wonwoo doesn’t bother with those titles, despite having won one himself. Most desired Beta
or something. The one thing he was proud of was that no one had a clue about him being an
Omega. Wonwoo had managed to suppress his inner omega and even block his scent, and
thanks to his muscly physique, it wasn’t difficult to pass off as a Beta. Either way, one thing
Wonwoo dreaded was being brought under the limelight. Being crowned the Most Desirable
Beta attracted a bunch of suitors that Wonwoo had no interest in. And also, Kim Mingyu.

Wonwoo didn’t think much of Mingyu at first. He was talkative, the life of the party types and
the University’s beloved. He was surrounded by so much fame that there was no way he didn’t
let it get to his head.

Kim Mingyu was an Alpha, after all, thriving on attention and applause.

They didn’t interact much. In fact, he doubted King Mingyu even knew of his existence before
he won the Most Desirable Beta title. Maybe that title was what drew Mingyu towards him.
Because now, Wonwoo caught Mingyu staring at him often. Kim Mingyu was suddenly
interested in him and Wonwoo hated it.

People stared, and Wonwoo was used to it. But it was nothing like the intensity with which
Mingyu looked at him, eyes sometimes curious and sometimes dark. Maybe, in another
universe, Wonwoo would’ve enjoyed the ALpha’s attention. But here, he absolutely despised
it, solely because he had sworn to never associate himself with an Alpha ever. He’s an omega
and needs a mate for life to control his heat. But the meds work just fine and plus, he’d rather
die than let an Alpha anywhere near him.

Another reason why Wonwoo hated Mingyu was that Kim Mingyu reminded him of his
Father.
Wonwoo isn’t blind to his surroundings. He observes the people around him and people like
Mingyu are hard to ignore. And the more he observed Mingyu, the more he despised him.

Soccer Star, everyone’s beloved and over-achieving. Every single aspect of him reminded
Wonwoo of his father. Normally, a personality like that would mold into a person of
character. And not what Wonwoo’s dad had become. Consumed by fame and the need to be
praised.

Maybe Wonwoo was thinking too much into it. But thanks to the arduous effort his father put
into destroying their family, Wonwoo thinks he can cut himself some slack and avoid anything
that seems like a red flag.

And he succeeded until Kim Mingyu walked up to him one fine day in the Parking space.

“Wonwoo,” he called, making Wonwoo turn to him with a raised brow, “yes?”

Mingyu smiled brightly, flashing his canines and if Wonwoo didn’t dislike him, his heart
would probably flutter at the sight. Mingyu was undeniably handsome.

“I uh, I know we haven’t talked much but uh,” he scratched his head nervously, lightly
kicking the gravel on the ground, “um, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened.

“What?”

Mingyu pursed his lips, nervous, “I like you, Wonwoo”

Wonwoo blinked at him a few times, surprised but also not, that Alpha Kim Mingyu had just
asked him out, out of all the suitors he had. A beta at that.

Wonwoo cleared his throat, putting on his helmet, “I’m flattered but no thank you, Mingyu.”
he said, mounting his motorcycle and Mingyu’s expression fell, as if he hadn’t expected the
rejection.

“What? Why?” he walked towards Wonwoo, “come on, you didn’t even consider it,” he said,
holding on to Wonwoo’s handle.

“I’m not interested in dating,” Wonwoo reiterated and Mingyu sighed, “How can you say
that? Maybe dating me will change your mind. I’m quite a catch,” he commented and
Wonwoo inhaled deeply, “I don’t date people who live in the clouds, Kim Mingyu,” he said
and Mingyu frowned, “what?”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Wonwoo turned his engine on but Mingyu held on, “Clouds?
What did you just say?”

Great. Now he was gonna have to explain it to him.

“Forget it,” Wonwoo isn’t in the mood to stick around Mingyu anymore, “I’m not interested
in you, or any alphas for that matter. They’re bothersome,” he said and Mingyu scoffed, “so
you’re basing my personality on my secondary gender?”

Wonwoo exhaled, “Partly. I’m also basing it on the fact that you called yourself a catch and
thought dating you would be an experience or whatever. And the fact that you can't take
rejection well,”

Mingyu’s eyes widened, “Wow, you’re such an dickhead,” Mingyu said and Wonwoo flinched
because he’d never heard Mingyu curse before.
“You Beta bastard!” Mingyu cursed, taking a step back, “thank you for rejecting me because
I doubt I would've lasted a minute dating you. You sound like a nightmare to be with,”
Mingyu remarked and Wonwoo pursed his lips, clenching his fists and turning to Mingyu with
a glare, “You're the dumbass who approached this beta Bastard first!” he bit back and
Mingyu chuckled, eyes almost frenzy, “yeah, my bad. I’ll just steer clear of you,” Mingyu
turned on his heel to walk away, not before flipping Wonwoo off.

As he disappeared in the distance, guilt settled in Wonwoo’s gut at the recollection of the hurt
that flashed in Mingyu’s eyes. He cursed under his breath.

Perhaps, he had been too harsh.

Just when had Wonwoo turned so bitter? Mingyu had never done anything to him personally,
so all those remarks he made about him were totally uncalled for. And he barely knew
Mingyu so there was still a chance that he had grossly misjudged him. Guilt-ridden and
regretful, Wonwoo drove back home, hoping to make amends the next day.

•──────•

All night, Wonwoo stayed up thinking about his words.

At the end of the day, he’d become like his Dad, haughty and giving no regard to anyone’s
feelings, running his mouth as he pleased not taking into consideration just how those words
would affect someone. Wonwoo had truly become what he hated.

But he’s different.

He’s not his Father and is willing to reflect on his own actions and make amends.
He’d judged Mingyu too soon, so immensely prejudiced against him that he didn’t stop to
think that Mingyu could be an Alpha like Hyunwoo, atypical. Gentle and caring. After all,
who was Wonwoo to make value judgments about him when he barely knows him?

Wonwoo waited for Mingyu after University, settled on the pavement, hidden from anyone’s
view by his bike. He doesn’t plan on accepting Mingyu’s proposal but he would like to
forward a friendly hand and resolve the mess he had created.

Wonwoo stiffened when he heard voices approach the parking area, and when he peeked from
behind his Bike, he saw Mingyu and a girl walk to his car hand in hand. Wonwoo didn’t want
to jump to conclusions again and stood up, only to see Mingyu and the girl heatedly making
out as they got into a car.

“Let's go to a motel,” the woman said and Mingyu smirked, “let’s,”

Wonwoo watched with parted lips as the car started and drove away.

He stood there for a good few minutes, feeling like a fool for even thinking about apologizing
to Mingyu because he did turn out to be the fickle-minded playboy he’d assumed him to be.

Just yesterday he confessed his feelings for Wonwoo and here he was, driving off to a motel
with some girl. So his feelings meant nothing, carried no weight, none at all. Of course. He
shouldn’t have expected any better.

Wonwoo tore the apology note he’d written and stormed back to his motorcycle

That night, he drove back home with just one thing on his mind.

All alphas are the worst, especially Kim Mingyu.

 •──────•

It's safe to say their relationship dilapidated thereon.

Both Wonwoo and Mingyu had hit each other where it hurt, and neither was willing to back
down in the battle of egos.

Curses were thrown, some punches too and none of their interactions were cordial or civil.
Before they knew it, they'd become bitter enemies. At one point, Wonwoo had completely
forgotten why it had all even started. All he knew was that Mingyu wanted to make his life
hell and he felt the need to do the same, retaliating with pranks and whatnot. Over a span of
a year, their relationship reached new lows. Wonwoo didnt doubt that given the chance,
Mingyu would kill him and dump his body elsewhere. Mingyu hated Wonwoo. And Wonwoo
hated Mingyu.

So why is it that Wonwoo went into heat for the first time in his life, and his one thought was
to seek Mingyu out.

Why was it that he waited for Mingyu by his car? Why did he risk being discovered waiting
for Mingyu? Why did he trust Mingyu with his body? Why is it that Wonwoo sought him out
and not Hyunwoo? Or his other alpha friends? And why did he feel safe when he leaned onto
Mingyu’s body?

That night, when Mingyu held him close, all his questions were answered.

Because Mingyu treated his enemy with the utmost care than he would his friend.

And maybe Wonwoo knew that which is the only reason why he approached Mingyu in the
first place.
Because he knew Mingyu would take care of him.

“I’d rather it be you than a stranger” Wonwoo had said as he clung to him.

But in his heart, he never even considered a stranger.

It was Mingyu or nothing.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

When Wonwoo creaks open his eyes, he finds Mingyu watching him silently. Wonwoo's eyes
avert to the wall clock behind Mingyu’s head.

3:30 am

“How long was I out?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu shrugs, “an hour or so, you must’ve been
tired,” Mingyu says, brushing the bangs off his face, and Wonwoo exhales lightly, letting his
eyes fall shut again against Mingyu’s touch, “have you calmed down?” he asks and Mingyu
smiles, “a little, yeah. I think the rut might come back in a few hours again,” and Wonwoo
nods, “we can catch some sleep until then,”

Mingyu shakes his head, “I’m not really sleepy. But you should catch a wink,” and Wonwoo
opens his eyes at that, frowning, “something on your mind?” he asks, turning to face
Mingyu.

Mingyu smiles sweetly, “yeah. You,”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t react, only watching him with unmoving eyes.

“Mingyu…” he begins, restless.

Mingyu shuffles closer, “I just want to clear the air between us,” he says, “ever since we
fought that day in my apartment, I haven't gotten a wink of sleep,” he confesses, taking
Wonwoo’s hands in his.

Wonwoo swallows and Mingyu continues, “I uh, first of all, I’m sorry about the coffee thing,
Wonwoo. I’m sorry it caused you trouble at home,”

Wonwoo shakes his head, “forget about it, you cleared it up anyway,” he says and Mingyu
hums, “I know but….” Mingyu raises his hand to cup his cheek gently, “I want to tell you
that you're very brave, Wonwoo. That you're really strong. I-I…I’m not that brave and
would've cracked in that situation,”

Wonwoo’s heart feels heavy and light at the same time. Those are words no one has ever said
to him before.

“Our relationship hasn't been the best but over the past year, we…you and I…” Mingyu
inhales, “I just want to tell you that if you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll listen. I don't
want you to suppress your frustrations until you explode, alright?” he says with the softest
tone, and Wonwoo gulps, “Okay,”

This is unlike Mingyu, but at the same time, so like him.

Mingyu smiles, “That's good. And I uh, I want to apologize about what I did and said. I
shouldn't have said all that to you, about sleeping with other guys and stuff–”
“You didn't mean it,” Wonwoo says and Mingyu chuckles, “I didn't. But it doesn't mean I
should've said it. I don't think of you that way and I…really admire you, in plenty of ways. I
just….I spoke from a place of jealousy and…rage…I shouldn't have–”

This Mingyu is so starkly different from the Mingyu he first met 2 years ago.

“I’m sorry too, for yelling at you like that. I made a big deal out of it when it wasn't. You
scented me in your sleep, and it's only cuz I was the one who slipped under your covers that
night,” Wonwoo explains. Perhaps, Wonwoo has grown too. His younger self probably
wouldnt have been able to even apologize like this.

Mingyu shakes his head, pursing his lips, “No, Wonwoo, thats the thing. I’m sorry I scented
you, but at that moment, it was a conscious effort to scent you,” and Wonwoo gasps. Mingyu
did it on purpose?

“Now that I think about it, I remember looking at you sleeping peacefully by my side and I
couldn't it. I pulled you close and scented you before promptly falling asleep,” Mingyu says,
eyes admiring Wonwoo’s features, hand pushing his hair out of his face.

Wonwoo simply listens. Too stunned to say anything…

“It was wrong of me because we…” he swallows, “we’re not…”

Wonwoo’s heart picks up, “Mingyu–”

“I-I want us to be exclusive, Wonwoo” he declares and a gasp escapes his lips. Mingyu
continues, “I-I-I haven't been with anyone since we started sleeping together. I-I don't think
you have either. We haven't talked about it but…. I want us to be exclusive,” he says

Wonwoo gulps, “Mingyu, where is this coming from?”

Wonwoo knows where it's coming from. He just wants to hear Mingyu say it.

Perhaps, what Mingyu felt all those years ago wasn’t superficial after all. Or rather, it's not
superficial anymore.

Mingyu sighs, taking Wonwoo’s hands in his, “As I said before, I’m tired of lying to myself
about my feelings, I’m tired of forcing myself to believe I hate you when in reality I've come
to grow so incredibly fond of you that I can't stop thinking about you, Jeon Wonwoo”

Wonwoo listens with his heart in his hands. There it is…

Wonwoo had always wondered if there was a part of Mingyu that still liked him. And here’s
the answer.

“I like you, is what I’m saying. I know things haven't been the best between us but the more
time I spend with you, the more I wish I were with you longer. I can't explain it, really. I can't
put it into words, maybe not yet but all I know is staying away from you is torture, Wonwoo.
I can't stay away from you, no matter how hard I try. I've spent two years forcing myself to
hate you but it's been working against me. I like you, I like you so damn much,”

Wonwoo can hear Mingyu’s heart thumping, but it's not alone. His own heart is threatening to
burst out of his chest as well.

“Mingyu, I–” what does he say? How should he react? Mingyu just confessed to him and—
how long has he liked him for? Just…Wonwoo’s so confused.

“I-I’m not asking you out,” Mingyu speaks up noticing the worry on Wonwoo’s face, “I
just…I don't want to change our arrangement other than becoming exclusive. You…you
don’t have to answer me just yet either… I just–” Mingyu fumbles his words and Wonwoo
bites his lips.

“What do you want, Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks softly and Mingyu exhales.
 “I want to court you,” he says and Wonwoo gasps, “huh?”

“I want to pursue you, romantically. Woo you, if you will. You don't have to reciprocate but
please just….I just want to be good to you, Wonwoo. When you're– no, if you're ready, I’ll
ask you out. If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop and I will. But I…I like you so much
and I want us to get to know each other better. Shit, I can't explain it properly and I hope you
get what I’m saying but…Jeon Wonwoo, I’m crazy about you,”

Wonwoo gulps audibly, cheeks heating up as Mingyu watches expectantly.

“Can I court you, Wonwoo?” Mingyu raises his hands to his lips and kisses his knuckles
tenderly.

And how can Wonwoo resist those sincere puppy eyes and the way those lips place feather-
light kisses on the back of his hand and wrist?

He buries his face in the pillow and muffles out a reply, at which Mingyu giggles excitedly,
sending blood rushing to his heart.

“Just do what you want…idiot,”

Chapter End Notes

See you next week!!

 Chapter 9
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Mingyu’s walking down the hallway with Seokmin and Minghao when he runs into a broad
figure, dropping his books.

“Oh, shoot, so–” he kneels immediately to pick up those books when he looks up to see just
who he’d run into. His eyes widen.

“Jeon,” he mutters, staring at the man’s face close to his.

Seokmin and Minghao glance at each other and quickly collect the books, yanking Mingyu
up and away from Wonwoo. Soonyoung helps Wonwoo up, hand on his arm to restrain him.

“Kim,” Wonwoo says, dusting his clothes.

Seokmin’s eyes lock with Soonyoung, mirroring his worry. They don’t want these two idiots
to cause a scene and are ready to interfere. But the unexpected happens.

“Sorry, I didnt see you there,” Mingyu says, and the crowd that had gathered around them to
witness the usual Mingyu-Wonwoo spectacle elicits a collective gasp. All Minghao,
Soonyoung, and Seokmin watch with their jaws open.

“No worries,” Wonwoo shrugs.

Did Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo just have a civil interaction?
“Let’s go,” Mingyu says casually, nudging Minghao on his shoulder. As if nothing he hadnt
just bumped into his campus nemesis, Wonwoo also gestures to Soonyoung to follow him.

Mingyu and Wonwoo walk by each other, no curses, no punches. Now that is a spectacle one
could never predict.

Mingyu and Wonwoo go their ways, but only Wonwoo notices the way Mingyu’s fingers
brush against his, lingering only for a second, sending pulses of electricity through his body
from where they touch. Where their fingers connected, it tingles, and Wonwoo doesn’t dare
to turn around and look at the man he no longer considers his enemy.

He flexes his hand and shoves it into his pocket, hurrying off to his class.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Wonwoo-yah, which actress is your favorite?” a fellow student asks, making Wonwoo look
up from his textbook. His eyes land on the page the magazine was turned at, and he
immediately looks away.

“I don’t have any favorite porn actress,” he says, burying his face in his notebook, face
warming up at the image of the woman he just saw.

“What? You’re not into women?” the classmate asks, and Wonwoo wishes he would stop
talking about this subject. This is a cram school – why is he bringing out these magazines
instead of studying?

“Here, some omega men for you, I bet they’re your type,” he flips the pages and turns the
book to show Wonwoo but Wonwoo doesn’t dare to look at the magazine.
“They're not my type,” Wonwoo replies shyly and his classmate giggles, “so what's your
type?” he nudges him, “I know you've watched porn,”

Well, he isn't wrong.

Wonwoo has watched porn.

But he's never…jerked off to it.

“I haven't,” he dismisses cooly but the dude persists, “c’mon, tell me,” he says, and Wonwoo
groans. He wants to curse at him but keeps his cool and sighs.

“I don't have a type but…I think tall guys are handsome,” Wonwoo replies as diplomatically
as possible, without giving too much away about his secondary sexuality. He’s a beta here,
and he will maintain that.

The classmate grins, “you’re naughty!” he says and Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

“Soonyoung, calm down,” comes a voice, and the classmate, whose name Wonwoo learns is
Soonyoung, sits back down on his chair, embarrassed, “ah, was I too loud?” he asks as the
tutor walks into the class.

Wonwoo doesn’t reply, staring at their tutor, tall and lean, face gentle and comforting. He
looks down at his notes, heart thumping.

“I’m going to check if you guys did your homework or not, okay?” he asks as he walks over
to Wonwoo’s bench, and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears intensifies.
The Maths tutor stops in front of his desk and Wonwoo finally looks up, eyes as wide as deer,
at the man he thinks of 24 x 7. The man flips through Wonwoo’s notes and Wonwoo’s fingers
tingle.

The man smiles and ruffles Wonwoo’s hair, “Wonwoo-yah, good job as usual,” he says and
Wonwoo swallows, trying to keep his calm. He lowers his gaze and smiles, “thanks, Hyunwoo
Hyung,”

God, this is so nerve-wracking.

As Hyunwoo Hyung moves over to gently berate Soonyoung about not doing his homework,
Wonwoo grins to himself like a fool.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Wonwoo, can you give this box to the Economics classroom?” a classmate says, whose
name Wonwoo can't really pinpoint. He shrugs and takes the box anyway, doing as he’s told.
It's the least he can do when everyone else is busy preparing for the cultural fest. Their
classroom is currently packed with all sorts of decorations and cut-outs and whatnot.
Everyone’s working on something, all except Wonwoo. Wonwoo doesn't exactly feel guilty,
because he is representing his class in the 100 meters race soon. But he doesn't know how he
can contribute to the creative aspect of the fest so he just sat this one out.

Just as he’s about to walk out, he pauses, “wait, where did you want me to take this box?” he
asks and the classmate turns around, “economics, room 502,” he says and Wonwoo’s eyes
enlargen, “right,” he mutters under his breath.

He walks out of the classroom and makes his way to the Economics classroom.
To Mingyu’s class.

Mingyu.

Yes.

Uh…

Wonwoo’s face heats up at the very thought of Mingyu.

Last week, Mingyu had boldly declared that he would like to court Wonwoo, as an alpha to
omega. And Wonwoo had….shyly accepted the offer.

Wonwoo can no longer deny it was out of obligation or pressure that he agreed to it. He
agreed to it because…why not? No, thats a lie. He agreed to it because it’s not all bad.
Mingyu courting Wonwoo that is…

Mingyu’s not a bad guy, and…

Wonwoo enjoys the time he spends with him when they're not hissing at each other. Wonwoo
shakes his head, trying to shake off the blush before he enters Mingyu’s room.

Wonwoo has to admit that the reason he was hurt all those years ago was that…he realized
Mingyu moved on to the next person with relative ease, while Wonwoo was left
contemplating his feelings. Had Wonwoo handled the situation well, things wouldnt have
been as bad as they were a few weeks ago. They wouldnt have had to spend 2 years fighting
each other. And the thing is….this is the second time Mingyu’s expressed interest in
Wonwoo, and it seems sincere this time around. Wonwoo can't just…
He doesn't hate Mingyu so why should he reject him?

He’s given Mingyu permission to woo him, and if Mingyu woos him then…

Wonwoo clears his throat and shakes his head again. God, this blush won't wear off! He
opens the door with his foot and walks in, finding the class in chaos much bigger than his
class. There are people moving around, and a lot of them are dressed. Right, the Economics
majors were going to host a contest of some sort. Wonwoo doesn't remember the details.

“Uh, where do I put this…” Wonwoo asks the girls walking past him and out of the
classroom. His eyes scan the rest of the students ushering out of the classroom, but he finds
no glimpse of Mingyu in the crowd.

Noticing Wonwoo’s presence, a guy directs Wonwoo to put the box under the Professors'
desk, and Wonwoo does as he’s told, relatively relaxed that he didnt run into Mingyu here.
He must be downstairs or on the campus grounds. They did say there would be an open mic
on the first day of the fest.

Mingyu gets Wonwoo all jittery because this Mingyu isn't his enemy but someone who is
actively courting him. Wonwoo’s never been courted before. Heck, no one here apart from
Mingyu knows he’s an omega. It's all very overwhelming, and he’s just not used to Mingyu
being so forward and sweet with him.

“What's that?” he hears Mingyu behind him and gasps, straightening, “oh, uh, some stuff they
asked me to drop off,” Wonwoo says when he comes face to face with Mingyu, who’s
wearing a silly cape around his neck, dressed presumably like Dracula.

“It looks silly, I know,” Mingyu chuckles, snapping Wonwoo out of his trance. Wonwoo
swallows, “does it show on my face?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu smiles, taking a seat and
tying his shoelaces, “no, but Im good at reading your face,” he winks.

Wonwoo purses his lips, standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself
when he’s alone here in this room with Mingyu. Mingyu pulls out a makeup kit to get started
on his makeup.
Wonwoo sighs, looking around, “I guess I’ll get going,” he says and attempts to hurry away
but Mingyu grabs his wrist and yanks him straight onto his lap. Wonwoo gasps, eyes wide,
“you– what–” he squirms on Mingyu’s lap but the man only smiles at him smugly, “no one’s
here,” he says. Wonwoo’s heart is thumping at hundred miles an hour but seeing the content
look on mingyu’s face, he stops resisting.

Mingyu grins and places a kiss on Wonwoo’s nose, “can you help me with my makeup?” he
asks as Wonwoo tries to process the kiss to his nose. Is this what dating Kim Mingyu is like?
Kisses and giggles?

“I've put my foundation on, but I need you to put this lipstick on me,” Mingyu says, handing
Wonwoo a lipstick. Wonwoo frowns at him, “you can do this by yourself,” he says, finding a
comfortable spot onMingyu’s lap.

Mingyu shrugs, “I like it better if you do it,”

This man is so honest it's killing Wonwoo.

Wonwoo clears his throat and looks around, “can I at least get off your lap?” he whispers and
Mingyu shakes his head, “no,”

Wonwoo sighs. He didnt expect anything else anyway.

He glances at Mingyu, who looks very content holding onto Wonwoo’s waist like that.
Wonwoo wants to ask Mingyu why he's so happy but he knows the answer to it anyway.

He lifts Mingyu’s chin with his fingers and begins to carefully apply the lipstick. His eyes
widen at how red it is.

“Scarlet kiss,” Mingyu says, “the reddest color they had,” he says as if reading Wonwoo’s
mind. Wonwoo smirks, “good choice, I guess,”
Mingyu smirks as Wonwoo moves onto his lower lip. He can feel Mingyu watching him
intently, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn't making him nervous.

“Done,” he says, capping the lipstick and Mingyu grins, pouting his lips, “how is it?”

Wonwoo holds back the urge to laugh and gently pats his lips, “you look stupid,”

Mingyu shrugs, “you mean cute,” and Wonwoo rolls his eyes. He attempts to finally get off
but Mingyu holds him in place, “wait,” he says and Wonwoo groans, “what?”

Mingyu pouts his lips, “the lipstick needs to be smudged you know, for effect,”

Wonwoo blinks at him, “I’m not going to kiss you,” he pushes his fingers against Mingyu’s
lips, pushing the man back. Mingyu whines, “oh, please–” but Wonwoo shakes his head,
“anything but that. Remember the rule?”

Wonwoo watches Mingyu’s imaginary puppy ears droop. He bites back a smile and tries to
get off but Mingyu holds him back, again.

“Anything but that, right?” Mingyu repeats, eyes twinkling and Wonwoo can tell Mingyu’s
up to no good.

“You–” but before Wonwoo can protest, Mingyu yanks Wonwoo’s collar down his neck and
places a kiss there. Wonwoo gasps, slapping a hand to the visible mark on his neck, “you – “
Wonwoo pinches Mingyu’s cheeks aggressively, wiping that smug smile off his face.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Mingyu winces and Wonwoo lets go.

“What the fuck?!” Wonwoo growls and Mingyu laments over his swollen cheek.
“Sorry, I gave into temptation,” Mingyu says and Wonwoo swallows, “you asshole,” he
mutters and Mingyu giggles unapologetically, pulling him closer on his lap, “y’know, now
that there already is a mark there, can I do more?” he asks, voice low, finger tapping at the
base of his neck.

Wonwoo’s heart skips a beat. He should resist, and punch this fucker in the face but when
Mingyu leans in and places his lips against his neck, Wonwoo can only close his eyes and let
out soft breaths. Mingyu hums on his skin, lips trailing a kiss on his shoulder with the intent
of leaving visible marks. When Mingyu’s canine brushes against Wonwoo’s pulse point,
Wonwoo gasps, his grip around Mingyu’s shoulders tightening. He's so sensitive there, and
Mingyu uses that to his advantage, sucking on the skin till Wonwoo’s skin erupts with
goosebumps. His face is hot, and so is his gut, and he’s squirming on Mingyu’s lap with
every nibble and kiss.

“It tickles,” Wonwoo breathes out and Mingyu hums, “just tickles?”

Wonwoo bites his lips, voice raspy. He hates that he melts in Mingyu’s arms.

“Mingyu…” he moans softly and Mingyu lets out a warm chuckle, sucking on the base of his
neck one last time before pulling away. Mingyu cups Wonwoo’s cheeks, prompting Wonwoo
to open his heavy lids and look at Mingyu, who has, well, succeeded in smudging that
lipstick.

Mingyu looks smug, he looks giddy and proud. Wonwoo catches his breath and comes to his
senses.

“Fuck you,” he says and Mingyu chuckles, “already do,”

Wonwoo takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Mingyu has such an effect on him..

“I want to ask you something,” Mingyu says, propping his chin on Wonwoo’s shoulder.
Wonwoo hums, “what is it?”
“Do you think I can submit my Maths assignment a little later?” and Wonwoo pulls back,
“why?”

Mingyu shrugs, “I want to go visit my grandma soon, she’s not well, so…”

Oh. Mingyu never really talks about his family. This is new.

“You can ask Hyunwoo Hyung,” Wonwoo replies. He tries to ignore the way Mingyu winces
at the mention of Hyunwoo Hyung’s name.

“Ah, okay,” he replies unenthusiastically.

Does Mingyu not like Hyunwoo hyung?

“I can ask him for you, if you want,” Wonwoo says. Sliding off Mingyu’s lap and adjusting
his clothes. Mingyu jumps to his feet, “no!”

Wonwoo scoffs, “why are you being weird?” and Mingyu purses his lips, “no I uh, let's go
together!” he suggests. Wonwoo sighs.

“Okay,”

The duo walks to Hyunwoo’s room, passing my students who look at them curiously. Why
wouldn’t they? Sworn enemies walking together? While one of them looks like a child who
smeared lipstick all over his face?

Wonwoo glances at Mingyu, who’s grinning brightly. Wonwoo stares for a second, having
never seen Mingyu this happy. He turns his gaze ahead, “you're smiling,” he says and
Mingyu hums, “because I’m happy,”
Wonwoo doesn’t question him further. He can guess why he’s so happy. He’s probably gonna
say something stupid like —- “walking through the halls like this with you is nice,”

Wonwoo bites back a smile.

It's nice indeed.

“Why do you call him Hyung?” Mingyu interrupts his thought and Wonwoo assumes it's
about Hyunwoo Hyung. Wonwoo shrugs, “I’ve known him for a long while and we’re
acquainted personally so,”

Mingyu nods, saying nothing further. Wonwoo frowns at him, “why, are you jealous?” he
asks, teasingly. He doesn’t think much about it but when he notices Mingyu’s red cheeks, his
eyes widen.

“You can't be serious,” Wonwoo utters and MIngyu clears his throat, “let me feel my
feelings,” he declares and Wonwoo holds back a snort.

“What, so you want me to call you Hyung in bed or something?” he asks and Mingyu halts in
his track. Wonwoo turns to find Mingyu’s face redder than before.

“I wasn’t thinking about that but uh, will you?” MIngyu asks and Wonwoo’s face warms up,
“I was just joking!” he hisses, looking away as they approach the room. Mingyu catches up to
his side, “Try saying it once — Hyung, call me Hyung,” Mingyu whispers in his ear and
Wonwoo pushes Mingyu’s face away from his, blushing furiously, “idiot!”

Before Mingyu can continue to tease him, Wonwoo opens the door to Hyunwoo Hyung’s
room.
The two straighten when they find Hyunwoo Hyung sitting at his desk, going through papers.
He turns to Wonwoo and Mingyu and smiles softly. He puts the documents down and stands
up, “Ah, you two, how may I help you?” he asks.

He doesn’t say anything about Mingyu’s appearance.

Wonwo nudges Mingyu, and the other hisses softly. Mingyu clears his throat, “Ah, Professor,
I uh—”

Wonwoo lacks the patience to listen to Mingyu fumble his words for another hour so he cuts
him off.

“Mingyu wanted to ask if he could submit his Assignment at a later date since he has some
personal matters to take care of,” Wonwoo says. Mingyu smiles and nods, agreeing.
Hyunwoo’s eyes shift between the two and he walks over to them with a smile.

“Last time I heard from you too, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. And
look at you now, you’re his spokesperson, eh?” Hyunwoo asks and Wonwoo giggles.

“We resolved our issues,” Wonwoo says softly, determined to not reveal too much about their
situation.

“Oh, my Wonwoo is such a grown-up now,” Hyunwoo ruffles his hair, and Wonwoo smiles.
Hyunwoo Hyung’s presence always comforts him.

He feels Mingyu’s hand hold his arm softly, and a sharp scent reaches his nose. Is that
Mingyu? Is he upset?

“Ah, what's this, lipstick?” Hyunwoo asks and Wonwoo gasps, eyes wide as Hyunwoo’s
finger toys with the tip of his collar, tainted with lipstick. Wonwoo steps away from the man,
bumping into Mingyu behind him, “n-no, just paint,” he says, making a mental note to punch
Mingyu in the face later.
The scent intensifies, and it seems like Hyunwoo picks up on it too.

“What's that—”

Suddenly, the door opens and a different scent fills the room — so flowery and intoxicating.
It makes Wonwoo dizzy, and he turns to find Yoon Jeonghan walking into the room.

Now, Wonwoo doesn’t care about the titles but it sure is amusing to have the University’s
most desirable Alpha, Beta, and Omega in the same room.

Jeonghan walks past Mingyu and Wonwoo, and over to Hyunwoo, handing him what seems
like an assignment, “Here you go,” he says, handing the Professor his work.

As Hyunwoo goes through his work, Jeonghan turns to look at Mingyu and Wonwoo,
cocking a brow. Wow, Jeonghan sure is pretty. With his long flowy hair, which Wonwoo
assumes is a wig, he looks

even more gorgeous. He’s dressed as Harley Quinn and has such chiseled features. Jeonghan
glances at Mingyu and then turns to Hyunwoo.

Wonwoo twists his neck to look at Mingyu, who’s staring at him much to his surprise, with a
sad puppy look on his face.

“What?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu shakes his head, closing the distance between their
bodies, “you smell nice,” he says.

Wonwoo swallows, “Me? What about Jeonghan sunbae?”

Jeonghan walked in and filled the room with a delectable scent, and here’s Mingyu talking
about Wonwoo’s practically non-existent one.
Mingyu shakes his head, “I could pick your scent out from a crowd, I love it a lot,” he
whispers, and Wonwoo’s face heats up. He looks away and at the ground before him,
blushing furiously, “don't say things like that,” he hisses under his breath and Mingyu shrugs,
“I’m only being honest,”

“Oh, job well done,” Hyunwoo speaks up, smiling at Jeonghan. Hyunwoo raises his hand to
ruffle Jeonghan’s hair but Jeonghan dodges it, stepping away, “I’ll go now,” he says and
Hyunwoo awkwardly retracts his hand.

“Yeah," Hyunwoo says, placing the assignment on his desk as Jeonghan walks past WOnwoo
and Mingyu, eyeing Mingyu. He smirks, “this room stinks of your jealousy,” he tells Mingyu
and walks out.

Mingyu watches in disbelief and Wonwoo giggles.

“Ah, Hyung, we’ll leave too,” he says and Hyunwoo smiles, “right,”

With that, Wonwoo and Mingyu leave.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

After that, Mingyu and Wonwoo parted ways. Mingyu had to go attend his class costume
contest or whatever, and Wonwoo decided to go around the university with Soonyoung.

Wonwoo and Soonyoung pass by food stalls when Soonyoung speaks up, “what's going on
with you and Mingyu?”
There it is.

Wonwoo knew that question was coming.

Wonwoo exhales, “we decided to bury the hatchet,” and Soonyuong scoffs, “what? After 2
years of catfights?”

Wonwoo hums, “yeah,” he says simply. Soonyoung doesn’t ask him any further questions.

They walk over to the stage with the Costume contest.

“You know, I always thought that Mingyu liked you,” Sooonyoung says and Wonwoo almost
chokes on air, “what?”

Soonyoung shrugs, “I know this type of thinking is medieval in nature or whatever, but he
would always try so hard to hate you,”

Well, Soonyoung probably isn’t entirely wrong. Mingyu isn't someone who can hate someone
easily. He can barely hurt a fly, let alone throw punches at someone. He’s not your typical
alpha.

As they near the stage, the crowd grows, and cheers erupt. Curious, Wonwoo focuses his gaze
on the stage and finds the cause of all the ruckus.

His eyes widen at the sight of Mingyu and Jeonghan on the stage, posing for pictures,
Mingyu pretending to bite Jeonghan’s neck. The crowd erupts in hoots and cheers, and
rightly so because the most Desirable Alpha and Omega are on the stage together, and have
impeccable chemistry and tension. They look ridiculously good together.

Once the pictures are done, the two step away, smiling shyly.
 “Give him the button! Give him the button!” the crowd chants and Wonwoo looks around at
all the expectant faces, all excited.

“Why the button?” Wonwoo asks Soonyoung. Soonyoung giggles, “ah, in some cultures,
giving someone the second button of your shirt signifies love or whatever. Giving someone
your button implies you like them, or something like that,” Soonyoung says.

Wonwoo stares at the two on the stage, Jeonghan standing with his crossed arms as he stares
at Mingyu with a smirk. Mingyu smiles at him and looks around at the crowd, laughing as he
grabs the second button from the top of his shirt and rips it off, eliciting a small gasp from
Wonwoo.

As he hands it over to Jeonghan, everyone cheers while Wonwoo falls completely silent.

“guess he didn’t like you after all,” Soonyoung says.

Wonwoo clenches his fists.

Guess he didn’t.

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 Chapter 10
Chapter Notes
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As Mingyu’s getting changed, Seokmin speaks up, “you and Wonwoo are fucking, aren't
you?” and that catches Mingyu off guard.

“W-What?” MIngyu asks, putting on a shirt and Seokmin shrugs, “so you are, hm,” and
Mingyu gulps, “I didnt admit to it!” and Seokmin smirks, “and by saying that, you're
admitting it,”

Mingyu sighs, “how did you even find out?” Mingyu averts his gaze, slipping into his
sweatshirt. Seokmin browses through his phone idly, “When we came over unannounced that
day, I saw Wonwoo’s bike parked downstairs,”

MIngyu exhales. Yeah, there was no way they could keep this a secret from their closest
friends.

“Whatever,” he says, wearing his shoes. Seokmin turns his phone off and turns to him, “so,
are you gonna tell me why you're sleeping with your nemesis or whatever?”

Mingyu laughs lowly, “I will. But you'll have to do something for me first,” and Seokmin
frowns, “and what's that?”

Mingyu straightens and stretches, “Your Uncle lives in Anyang, right? I need you to find out
Kim Gaeun’s address,”

Seokmin frowns, “who’s that?” and Mingyu swallows, “My uh, grandmother,”

Seokmin’s eyes widen, “dude, are you going to go visit her? Arent you like, banished?”
Mingyu rolls his eyes, “it's not that serious. I heard she isn't feeling well, so I want to see her
once at least. So do me a favor and find me her address,”

Seokmin only hums as Mingyu grabs his phone.

“Who are you texting?” Seokmin asks and Mingyu clears his throat, “uh, my nemesis,” he
smiles and winks at Seokmin, who rolls his eyes.

“Thanks again!” Mingyu says and heads out of the locker room, in search of Wonwoo.

You

Hey, where you at?

Wonwoo <3

Who’s asking?

You

Uh, me?

Wonwoo <3

Oh. I’m busy

You

Huhhuh why are you so mean to me

Wonwoo <3

Shrugs

You

Are you mad

Wonwoo <3

Why would I be?

You

So you are mad

Wonwoo <3

I didnt say that

You

Why are you mad

Wonwoo <3

You sure are popular, Mingyu-ssi

 You

Huh

What?

???

Wonwoo <3

Im busy. Dont disturb me

You

No wait where are you

i have something to give you

Wonwoo <3

No where you can find me

You

Why are you being such a brat??

Wonwoo <3

You don't like brats? You can leave then

You

What the fuck?

Wonwoo <3

Bye

You

Bye, I guess….

Mingyu sighs, looking up from his phone.

What's wrong with Wonwoo? Did something happen? Did Mingyu do something? DIdnt they
part on good terms? What's wrong?

Mingyu’s about to call Wonwoo when his phone chimes. He opens the chatbox.

Wonwoo <3

I’m sorry

Not in the best mood

Let's talk later

Mingyu smiles and exhales.

Okay, it's good that Wonwoo’s not shutting himself off.

Mingyu considers this a win in his books.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Who spat in your cereal?” Soonyoung asks when he sees Wonwoo stretching before his
race.

Wonwoo averts his gaze, trying not to let his lids close due to the massive eye bags under his
eyes. Yeah, he didnt sleep a wink last night. But it's not that bad, is it? It is, since Soonyoung
noticed it. And he never notices anything.

Why did Wonwoo not sleep?

He doesn't know why.

All he knows is that he was up all night thinking about how good Mingyu and Jeonghan
looked together. They had good chemistry, even if it was for a short while, and their visuals
were ridiculously insane.

Jeonghan’s frame suits Mingyu’s.

He’s lean, and just the perfect height for Mingyu. He’s not boxy, and his features are soft and
graceful. He’s the most attractive Omega there is on campus.

And what about Wonwoo?

There’s nothing soft about Wonwoo. He’s essentially a box, he’s a bundle of corners and
straight lines. Not to mention, he looks nothing like an Omega. His shoulders are overly
broad and his voice is embarrassingly deep. And he always looks like he wants to kill
someone. Jeonghan has a graceful smile. Does Wonwoo even smile?

It just…..baffles him that Mingyu likes him. Him, of all the other options he had. What is so
great about him? Mingyu will, at some point, realize he has been somehow scammed by
WOnwoo and will move on to Jeonghan. Wonwoo knows that’s exactly what’s going to
happen. Mingyu will come to his senses one day and realize he doesn't want to be with
Wonwoo.

It shouldn't bother Wonwoo, but it does. He hates that it bothers him.

“You ready for the race?” Soonyoung asks, massaging Wonwoo’s shoulders. Wonwoo nods,
“yeah,” he mutters, scanning the crowd. He sees his classmates, some seniors, and even
Hyunwoo Hyung, standing there with a woman, hands laced. That must be his fiance.

Wonwoo smiles and waves at him, and the man waves back.

Wonwoo turns and sighs.

No sign of Mingyu, huh.

Well, he can't blame Mingyu because he didnt tell Mingyu he was participating in this race
today.

“Alright, Won, I’ll go take my seat. Good luck,” Soonyoung pats him on the bum and jogs
away. Wonwoo sighs. He stretches his legs and his neck. He takes a deep breath and notices
his undone shoelaces. He’s about to kneel and tie them when his fingers grab the laces and
begin to tie them. His eyes travel up those hands to Mingyu’s face, inches from his.
Wonwoo gasps softly as Mingyu finishes tying the laces, looking up at Wonwoo.

“All the best,” Mingyu says, smiling reassuringly.

“Oh….” Wonwoo’s rendered speechless. He looks down and stands up, swallowing,
“thanks,” he says, feeling the gazes of people around him on them, their curious eyes
wondering why Mingyu tied Wonwoo’s shoe lace, and how uncharacteristic that is.

Wonwoo walks to the starting line, still very conscious of himself. It's only after a few
moments that he dares to lift his gaze and look at Mingyu, who’s smiling at him softly.

‘I'll be cheering for you!’ Mingyu mouths and Wonwoo can't help but smile at how MIngyu’s
vibrating like an excited puppy in his place.

Wonwoo’s smile widens, so much that his cheeks begin to hurt.

Wonwoo was wrong.

Wonwoo does smile.

Mingyu makes him smile.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo doesn't mean to brag but he wins the race with ease. He’s always been good at races
and only chooses to not participate in them. Too much energy. He wasn't surprised that he
tore through that ribbon ahead of others. What did surprise him though is that he immediately
turned around to scan the crowd for a certain someone who said he would cheer for him.

Wonwoo catches his breath, trying to be subtle about it, but his eyes scan every person in the
crowd, looking for MIngyu. Alas, Wonwoo doesn't find him.

Wonwoo swallows his disappointment as his classmates cheer for him, and he’s declared the
winner. Soonyoung jogs towards him and hugs him tightly, “you did it!” he says and
Wonwoo smiles half-heartedly, “Thanks, Soon,” wonwoo takes the towel handed to him and
wipes the sweat off his forehead.

“Looking for Mingyu?” SOonyoung asks and wonwoo realizes he’d been involuntarily
searching for MIngyu again. Wonwoo doesn't reply and Soonyoung takes a deep breath,
shoving his hands in his pocket, “I saw that little moment y’know, him tying your laces,” and
wonwoo chugs down a bottle of water, trying his best to avoid this conversation but
Soonyoung’s not going to let it go.

“I won't pester you about it but uh, I'm happy for you, I guess?” and Wonwoo sighs, “what's
there to be happy about?”

Soonyoung shrugs, “that you guys aren't each others throat’s anymore?”

Wonwoo purses his lips, “I guess,”

Soonyoung grins. He pats Wonwoo on the back and pulls him closer, “by the way, Mingyu
had to rush to his soccer match. I'm sure he would've stayed if it weren't for his match,”

And somehow, Wonwoo’s relieved to hear that.

And wait – match?

“I uh, I should go,” Wonwoo says, handing Soonyoung the bottle.

“Are you going to the match?” SOonyoug asks with a snarky grin on his face, and Wonwoo
glares at him, “No, I’m going to the Cafeteria,”

Soonyoung raises his brows, “sure, get back a sandwich for me, hm?”

Wonwoo grits his teeth and hurries out of there.

Soonyoung’s not going to let him live this down.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo thinks he can catch Mingyu right before the match and heads to the locker rooms,
only to learn that the team is still warming up on the ground. Wonwoo’s about to turn and
leave when he hears voices coming from inside the locker room, which is weird since no one
should even be in there right now.

Wonwoo gently nudges open the door and finds two guys tampering with a pair of shoes.
And those shoes are unmistakably Mingyu’s. Wonwoo’s sure because the idiot didn't miss the
chance to show off his new shoes in front of Wonwoo a few months ago.

Wonwoo watches as the two guys tinker with Mingyu’s shoes, giggling to themselves.

Are they fanboys of MIngyu? Creepy stalkers? Should Wonwoo do something?

Uh….
Wonwoo’s about to shrug it off and leave when one of the men retrieves what looks like a
thumbtack from his pocket and pushes it into the shoe, deep inside. Wonwoo’s eyes widen
and his body moves of its own volition, “Yah! What are you both doing?!” he yells, startling
the two guys.

Caught in the act, the two drop the shoes and attempt to run out of the locker room past
Wonwoo but the latter is quick, tripping one with his foot. As the first one falls to the ground,
the second one throws a punch at Wonwoo, which Wonwoo dodges with relative ease. He
grabs his arm and twists it behind his back, kicking the back of his knees so he falls to the
ground on his knees.

The two men groan as Wonwoo pushes them to the ground with his feet and hands,
practically standing over them. Wonwoo’s looking around for something to tie these two up
with when the hallway echoes with footsteps and voices.

Wonwoo turns around and finds the soccer team returning from their warm-up. Mingyu’s
trailing behind, stretching. The group halts when they see Wonwoo and the two men he’s
sitting on top of.

Mingyu peers from behind, and when he realizes it's Wonwoo, he makes his way through his
team, jogging up to him.

“Won! What's this?” he asks, gesturing at the two guys, who Wonwoo has deduced are
freshmen because he’s never seen their faces before.

“I caught them putting thumb tacks in your shoes,” Wonwoo says as the players rush to
contain the culprits, grabbing them by their collars once they hear of their sabotage plan.

“These two! Hyung, I know them! They were the ones trash-talking you the other day!” a
player says, and Wonwoo sighs. Mingyu has enemies other than Wonwoo? Wonwoo’s not
very surprised. Someone as handsome and charming as he is bound to have haters.
“Report them to the Coach,” Mingyu instructs and his teammates take the two away.
Wonwoo watches them with pointed eyes, and he only turns around when Mingyu grabs his
wrist, raising it.

“Ow,” he winces as MIngyu inspects what seems like….blood?

“How did this happen?” Mingyu asks, and Wonwoo blinks at the blood trickling down his
wrist from his palm.

He looks around and finds a thumbtack on the ground, and realizes. That guy must've slashed
Wonwoo with it. He remembers feeling a sharp pain but he’d assumed it was from a nail
scratch or whatever.

“You guys get ready. I’ll join you in a bit,” MIngyu tells the rest of his team, who usher into
the locker room without hesitation.

“What are you doing?” Wonwoo asks as Mingyu tugs at his wrist and Mingyu sighs, “taking
you to the infirmary,”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s seated on the bed, feet dangling in the air as Mingyu pulls a chair and settles down
on it. He grabs a cotton swab and begins to clean the scratch wound on Wonwoo’s palm.

Silence blankets them and Wonwoo looks up at Mingyu, reluctant to speak up. Is Mingyu
mad? Is he upset? Did wonwoo do something wrong?

Wonwoo hisses when Mingyu presses against the wound, startling the latter.
“Sorry,” Mingyu utters, and Wonwoo exhales softly, “what about your match?”

Mingyu shrugs, “there’s still time, this is important,” he says, applying an antiseptic to it. The
wound is small, and it will heal on its own. But wonwoo doesn't want to stop Mingyu.

“You didnt have to do that, y’know?” Mingyu speaks up and Wonwoo hums, “you would've
done the same for me,”

Mingyu finally scoffs, a smile playing on his lips, “I don't know. I’m kind of a coward, and a
pacifist,”

Wonwoo smirks, “so you're saying you wouldnt hit them in that situation?”

Mingyu hums deeply, “maybe reprimand them?” and Wonwoo chuckles, “pussy,”

“Shut up,” Mingyu huffs as he wraps gauze around his palm. This is excessive but if it makes
Mingyu feel better then…

“Did you win?” he asks Wonwoo and oh, right. Mingyu wasn't there.

“I did,” Wonwoo says, swaying his feet.

“Good job, Won,” MIngyu says, kissing his knuckles and taking Wonwoo by surprise.
Wonwoo averts his gaze, cheeks warming up. Mingyu takes his hand, holding it safely in his,
“did you come to the locker rooms to tell me you won?” Mingyu asks, grinning. Wonwoo
glances at him and clears his throat, “I did. And also to wish you good luck before your
match,”
Mingyu giggles, “go on, you can wish me now,” he says and Wonwoo gently hits his chest,
“you don't deserve it now,” he says and Mingyu laughs. He leans in and kisses Wonwoo’s
cheek, taking him by surprise. Wonwoo gasps and Mingyu chuckles, “You're so adorable,” he
says and Wonwoo swallows.

Mingyu’s smile is blinding.

“No wonder you're so popular, Kim Mingyu,” Wonwoo mutters and Mingyu frowns, “eh?”

Wonwoo averts his gaze and sighs.

“By the way, I have something for you,” Mingyu says and Wonwoo watches as he digs into
his pockets to retrieve something.

Mingyu turns Wonwoo’s palm and places something on it. When Mingyu pulls back his
hand, Wonwoo gasps. It's a button.

“Yesterday I had to give it to Jeonghan Hyung unfortunately, but he was kind enough to give
it back to me. He told me to give it to you,” Mingyu grins, and Wonwoo blinks at the button.

God…

Wonwoo's been so….

Stupid and petty.

Wonwoo invariably smiles, closing his palm, “thanks,” he says, mirroring Mingyu’s grin.
Mingyu just stares at him with a blushing face, eyes comically wide.
“I love you,” Mingyu utters and Wonwoo flinches, “w-what?”

“I….I just…. you're so beautiful,” Mingyu says, leaning closer and Wonwoo looks away,
“yah!” he protests but MIngyu manages to sneak another kiss on the cheek.

“Stupid! Idiot!” Wonwoo protests, heart racing, and MIngyu laughs.

Mingyu’s about to say something when the infirmary door opens and Mingyu’s friend,
Seokmin walks in.

“Yah, if you're done flirting, they're looking for you,” Seokmin says, and wonwoo pulls away,
embarrassed. Mingyu rolls his eyes and stands up, “yeah, yeah,”

“And I found what you were looking for,” Seokmin says, handing Mingyu a piece of paper.
Mingyu thanks Seokmin for whatever that is and puts it in his pocket.

“I'll get going, Won,” MIngyu turns around to say. Wonwoo nods, staring at his feet, “yeah,
good luck,”

Mingyu smiles brightly, “I’ll win for you!” he declares as Seokmin pulls him out of the
infirmary, and Wonwoo can't help but giggle.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

After posing with Jeonghan for a few more pictures, Mingyu bows and leaves the stage for his
classmates to take over. Once he’s backstage, his smile drops and he lets go of the breath he
had been holding, gasping out loud.
God.

Jeonghan smells nice but it's just too much for Mingyu. He doesn't like such overwhelming
scents. He likes the muted ones, like Wonwoo’s. Even during his heat, Wonwoo’s scent is
minimal yet super effective. Mingyu likes that.

Speaking of which, where’s Wonwoo?

Mingyu’s about to ditch his class and go look for the man when a voice calls out to him,
“Hey,”

He turns around and finds Jeonghan walking towards him, face indifferent from before.

“Yeah?” Mingyu hums and Jeonghan extends his hand to him. He shows him Mingyu’s
button in the palm of his hand. MIngyu’s eyes widen as he takes the button. He looks at
Jeonghan, confused.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “I don't want your stupid button,” he says. Mingyu scoffs, “ouch?”

Jeonghan shrugs, “that was stupid fanservice back there. Plus, you're so obvious, Kim
Mingyu. You should give this button to that beta you fancy so much,”

Mingyu’s face heats up, “w-what? How did you know?” and Jeonghan sighs, “Professor
Hyunwoo’s room was full of your pheromones, that very clearly spelled out just how jealous
you were, idiot,”

Mingyu averts his gaze, blushing, “I do not like that guy,” he mutters and Jeonghan shrugs,
walking past him, “Same,”

Their conversation ends there but Mingyu’s glad he got the button back. He wasn't
particularly upset, nor did he plan to give that button to Wonwoo. But now, he just might.
 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Mingyu’s staring at the note Seokmin handed him before the match, at the address and the
phone number scribbled on it. He swallows thickly.

His Grandmother’s place.

He can go now…

“I heard you won,” a voice says and Mingyu looks up at Wonwoo leaning against his bike,
arms crossed.

Mingyu shoves the note back into his pocket and jogs up to Wonwoo, “I did. Although, you
already knew that, right?” Mingyu teases and Wonwoo rolls his eyes. But he can't fight the
blush on his cheeks.

Mingyu spotted Wonwoo in the crowd during halftime. His presence alone gave him enough
strength to trample over their opposition.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Mingyu asks and wonwoo bites his lip, “I just wanted
to see you before I went home,”

Mingyu grins.
“Heading back to the dorm or your parents’ place?” Mingyu asks.

“Parents,” Wonwoo replies, throwing his leg over the bike and settling down. He puts on his
helmet, “anyway, ill see you,” he says, revving the engine but Mingyu stops him, “wait, can
you drop me home? I want to show Mom my medal,”

Wrong.

Fake

Lies

He just needs an excuse to hop onto the bike behind Wonwoo.

Wonwoo knows it's just an excuse. MIngyu can tell. But he doesn't say anything.

He turns away and sighs, “hop on,”

And Mingyu giggles like an excited anime girl.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Thanks for dropping me,” Mingyu says, getting off the back of Wonwoo’s bike.
Wonwoo removes his helmet, “You're welcome,” he says as he ruffles his hair. It can get
really sweaty with the helmet on.

Mingyu chuckles and ruffles Wonwoo’s hair for him, running his hand through the sweaty
follicles. Wonwoo sighs, he enjoys this a lot more than he likes to admit.

Mingyu smiles and sets his hair, pressing down any strays and patting his head, “there,” he
says, sighing.

Wowoo takes a deep inhale, frowning when Mingyu doesn't step away after finishing. He
looks up at Mingyu’s eyes, and they look dreamy.

“Mingyu–”

And Mingyu leans in for what is undeniably a kiss on the lips. But Wonwoo presses his
fingers against his lips, looking away as a blush creeps up his cheeks, “n-no kissing outside
heat,” he reminds Mingyu. Mingyu blinks at him, disappointment obvious. He pulls away,
embarrassed a little. Wonwoo clears his throat.

“Can you do me a favor?” Mingyu asks and Wonwoo turns to him, “what is it?”

Mingyu swallows, taking Wonwoo’s hand, “Kiss me when you feel the same as I do, okay?”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen.

That means when…no, if….wonwoo falls for Mingyu, right?

“Promise?” Mingyu asks, kissing Wonwoo’s knuckles. Wonwoo swallows, blushing

furiously, “okay,”
 Mingyu giggles and leans in to press a kiss against his cheek, “thank you,” he says and
Wonwoo’s brain might shortcircuit from all of this.

“See you soon!” he says and turns around, and Wonwoo takes the moment to calm his heart.

But the Universe hates him and when he turns to look at Mingyu one last time, he finds the
other frozen in place, staring at–

Wonwoos eyes widen at the two figures standing by the front door.

Mingyu’s parents.

Chapter End Notes

see you next week!

 Chapter 11
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Mom, Dad, this is —“ Mingyu stutters and Wonwoo watches in fear as his parents walk
down the driveway and towards them

“Wonwoo?” Mingyu’s Mom says and Wonwoo’s eyes widen. How does she —

Of course

Of course, Mingyu’s mom must’ve spoken to Wonwoo’s mom.

“Y-Yes,” Wonwoo replies as she takes his hands in hers, looking at him and Mingyu with
sparkly eyes, “it’s so nice to meet you!” She says and Wonwoo smiles, nervous. He glances at
Mingyu, who is approached by his Father, patting him on the shoulder, “I can’t believe we
had to hear of our son’s relationship from the neighbors!”

Wonwoo sighs and Mingyu connects the dots as well.

He looks at Wonwoo and Wonwoo purses his lips.

“Dad, Mom, the truth is —“ Mingyu begins, probably attempting to come clean but Wonwoo
interferes.

“Truth is I was a little nervous about meeting you guys,” Wonwoo says, getting off the bike
and parking it, “Mingyu’s told me so much about you guys and I didn’t think I would be able
to live up to your expectations,” Wonwoo bows.
Mingyu’s parents sigh, smiling brightly.

“You’re so sweet, Wonwoo-yah!” Mingyu’s Mom says, and his Dad nods, “we’re touched!
But you don’t have to worry!” he says, wrapping an arm around Wonwoo’s shoulder, “you’re
family now!” he exclaims and Wonwoo chuckles nervously

He looks at Mingyu, who’s staring at him with a similar expression, that of being touched.
Wonwoo rolls his eyes inwardly and giggles on the outside, finding it cute how he is a
mixture of his parents, from his Dad’s features to his Mom’s canines.

“Wonwoo-yah, would you like to come in for some snacks?” Mingyu’s Mom asks, and
before Wonwoo can think of an excuse, he’s being pulled into the house.

Might as well.

–--

As Wonwoo’s sipping the soup Mingyu’s mom whipped up for him, he can feel multiple
gazes on him – of all the Kims. He gets why Mingyu’s staring. The man always stares,
shamelessly so now that his intentions with Wonwoo are clear. But what about his parents?

Wonwoo looks up nervously and smiles when his gaze meets Mingyu’s parents.

They smile at him, and WOnwoo goes back to sipping his soup. Nervous, he doesn't blow on
the soup enough and the hot liquid burns his tongue.
He chokes slightly, reaching for a napkin but the three Kims are fast. Mingyu grabs the
napkin and wipes Wonwoo’s mouth, Mingyu’s dad grabs the spoon that fell onto Wonwoo’s
shirt, and MIngyu’s mom is ready with the water.

The worry on their near-identical faces makes Wonwoo chuckle. The endearment of this
awkward situation makes it all the more hilarious.

“You okay?” Mingyu asks, and Wonwoo pushes his hand away gently, “I’m fine, thanks,” he
shoots him a soft smile and Mingyu sighs, relieved.

Silence is beginning to befall them when Mingyu’s Mom speaks up, “You two make such a
nice pair,” she says, out of the blue, taking Wonwoo by surprise. But he makes sure not to
choke on more soup this time, so as to not invite 3 pairs of hands towards him.

“Ah,” Wonwoo glances at Mingyu, who’s blushing and grinning like an idiot. Wonwoo turns
to look at his soup, “Thank you,” he says, and Mingyu’s Mom squeals. She leans onto her
husband excitedly, “Honey, aren't they cute?”

Mingyu’s Dad smiles at Wonwoo and Mingyu.

“Mom says we’re cute, Wonwoo-yah,” Mingyu whispers in his ear, far too close because his
lips are touching Wonwoo’s ears. Wonwoo smiles and Mngyu jumps in his seat when
Wonwoo pinches his thigh.

Mingyu’s parents ignore Mingyu’s droopy puppy ears and turn to Wonwoo, “So, Wonwoo-
yah, how come you've never come over before? Have you not been dating long?” Mingyu’s
mom asks and Wonwoo swallows his nervousness. Why is he so nervous? Mrs. Kim seems
like a nice woman. Wonwoo doesn't need to be on guard.

“I uh,” Wonwoo’s trying to think of an excuse but thankfully, Mingyu steps in, “Mom, I’ll tell
you everything later. This is all so sudden for him, he’s spooked,”
And while Wonwoo wants to punch Mingyu for making Wonwoo out to be some wuss, he’s
thankful that he won't be bombarded with any more questions.

Mingyu’s mom clicks her tongue, “You're no fun, Mingyu-ah,” she says.

Wonwoo smiles. He likes the dynamic of their family. It's fun and comfortable. Dinners aren't
so tense.

Or maybe Wonwoo spoke too soon.

“So, Mingyu-ah, how are your Maths classes going?” MIngyu’s Dad asks. Mingyu shrugs,
“I’m able to keep up with the Professor. It isn't very challenging anymore,”

Mingyu’s Dad hums, “Good. How about your assignments? All submitted on time?”

Mingyu nods, “yeah. Except, for the next one. I've asked the Professor the permission to let
me submit it on a later date,”

Mingyu’s Dad frowns, “Whys that? Tournament?” and Mingyu smiles brightly, “No. I've
decided to go meet Grandma,”

All of a sudden, the pressure around them drops and everyone falls silent. Wonwoo squirms
in his chair now that the normal chirpiness of the family has disappeared.

“What did you say?” Mingyu’s Dad asks, and Mingyu looks up a them from his soup, “Yeah.
I’ll go visit Grandma on the weekend. Im her grandson, and you said she hasn't been feeling
very well these days. I figured she would want to see me,”

Mingyu’s Dad slams his hand on the table, startling everyone. Wonwoo straightens, alarmed
as Mingyu’s Mom tries to neutralize the situation. Wonwoo turns to Mingyu, who seems
shocked as well.
“Dad–”

“You're not going!” his Dad bellows, and Wonwoo gasps inwardly. Mingyu flinches, and
Wonwoo notices a hint of fear in his eyes. Wonwoo’s first impression of Mingyu’s dad was
that he was rather timid for an alpha. Dressed plainly, neat hair and boxy glasses with a tall
stature with a leaner built. Wonwoo assumed Mingyu’s pacificism came from him, but seeing
his Dad now, with his nostrils flaring and rage in his eyes, Wonwoo’s second-guessing
everything.

“What? Why not? You two – you two keep stopping me from meeting her–” Mingyu tries to
fight back but he’s nothing in front of his Dad, who’s lost his cool.

“You're not going! How many times must we tell you before you understand? You're a kid
who doesn't understand certain things, and when you don't understand those things, you
mustn't meddle with them!” His Dad stands up, slamming his hand on the table repeatedly.

Wonwoo gasps, glancing at Mingyu, whose frozen in fear.

Wonwoo doesn't understand anything about what's going on, but he knows Mingyu didnt
anticipate for things to turn out this way. Wonwoo wants to say something, help Mingyu but
he doesnt know how to.

“Im not a kid, Dad! Why do you keep treating me like one?!” Mingyu asks.

“You are a kid! Now stop talking this nonsense about meeting your grandmother!” His dad
yells and Mingyu gasps. Wonwoo’s hand moves of its volition and latches onto Mingyu’s,
making MIngyu turn to him. Their gazes lock and Wonwoo swallows, “gyu,” he mutters
softly, his grip on Mingyu’s hand tightening.

Mingyu swallows and stands up, “lets… let's talk later,” he tells his parents, and before they
can reply, Mingyu drags Wonwoo out of there.
 They make it outside the house but Mingyu doesn't let go of Wonwoo’s hand. Wonwoo
doesn't either, noticing how shaken Mingyu is by his father’s outburst. They just stand there
in silence, and Wonwoo watches MIngyu gather his thoughts.

“Mingyu–”

“Sorry you had to see that,” he interjects, and Wonwoo gulps.

“Dad….he’s never like that,” Mingyu adds. Wonwoo nods, “Mingyu, maybe going to your
grandmother isn't the best idea–”

“Thanks for dropping me home today, Won,” Mingyu lets go of Wonwoo’s hand, turning
away. Wonwoo purses his lips. He tried to give his two cents about it, and Mingyu didnt want
to hear any of it.

Wonwoo steps back, and turns, “I….I’ll see you at University, right?”

He turns halfway to look at Mingyu, who’s still not looking at Wonwoo. Suddenly, wonwoo
misses Mingyu’s intense stares. He won't even look at him now.

“Yeah,” MIngyu says, “ill see you soon,” he says.

And without saying another word, Wonwoo gets on his bike and leaves, an unsettling feeling
reeling in his heart.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the short chapter -- I've been so busy with stuff at home and work that I haven't
had the chance to sit down and write. I'll be back with a longer chapter next week. There
are 2-3 chapters to go. See you then!
 Chapter 12

Wonwoo decides it's not worth driving all the way back to his dorm with so many thoughts in
his mind and chooses to go to his parents’ place instead.

He parks his bike in the driveway and gingerly makes his way into the house. As he kicks off
his shoes and walks down the hallway, the walls echo with laughter emanating from the
drawing room. He tiptoes over to the place and peeks in, finding his parents cozied up on the
couch, watching a movie.

A smile makes its way on his face when he notices his Dad’s arm wrapped around his mom’s
shoulders, and her head resting on his shoulder. It's not very often that Wonwoo gets to see
this side of his Father, the loving and carefree one.

Wonwoo barely moves but his dad seems to notice, craning his neck around to look at
Wonwoo. He frowns, and then smiles at Wonwoo, saying nothing but his eyes are nothing
short of warm and content. Wonwoo swallows, smiling back.

He softly steps away as his Father goes back to watching the movie. As Wonwoo walks up
the stairs, he wonders about the fact that no family is perfect.

A few minutes with the Kims had WOnwoo convinced that they get along well and live
without fights. But apparently, tensions do boil over as they do in most families.

Wonwoo reaches his room and locks the door, falling onto the bed and taking a deep breath.
He stares out the window, catching a glimpse of a silhouette walking around in Mingyu’s
window. Wonwoo swallows, choosing not to invade Mingyu’s privacy, especially after he
asked for it, if not verbally.

Mingyu’s an open soul, and doesn't shy away from sharing unnecessary details with
Wonwoo. So for him to suddenly close up is startling for Wonwoo. He’s not used to MIngyu
shutting him off like that.
Wonwoo turns to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling above. He shoves his hand into his
pocket and his fingers search for Mingyu’s button. When he locates it, he pulls it out of his
pocket and holds it between his index and thumb, staring at it.

How could something so tiny hold so much meaning?

Wonwoo swallows.

Now that he thinks about it, this button symbolizes Mingyu’s…..love for him.

‘I love you,’ Mingyu had said so casually, but it sits heavy on Wonwoo’s heart. Wonwoo
swallows thickly and closes his fist around the button, resting his hand on his chest that cages
his racing heart. He presses the back of his hand to his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Only Kim Mingyu can make Wonwoo’s heart somersault using something as mundane as a
shirt button.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Wonwoo?” Hyunwoo Hyung’s gentle voice snaps Wonwoo out of his thoughts, prompting
him to turn and look at the man standing mere inches from him, looking down at him with a
soft smile.

“Ah, was I spacing out?” Wonwoo asks, stepping away, a blush creeping on his cheeks.
Damn, Mingyu’s been on his mind all day and it's affecting his normal functioning.

But it's more about Mingyu’s family than Mingyu himself.

Wonwoo can't help but wonder just why Mingyu’s parents don't want him to meet his
grandmother. A grandmother is a grandmother, she can't just push MIngyu away, right?
Bloodline trumps animosity, right?

He hasn't heard from Mingyu since yesterday. He did try to leave him a message, but
Wonwoo was lost for words. Just what could he say to him? How could he comfort Mingyu
who lost his composure in front of Wonwoo for the first time? Mingyu probably has a lot on
his mind, and Wonwoo decided it was best for him to just let him be for a while. Maybe,
tomorrow he can drop by MIngyu’s place and check up on him. He hasn't seen him around
the university either.

“You're doing it again,” Hyunwoo says and Wonwoo shakes his head, sighing into a smile,
“sorry, Hyung,”

Hyunwoo hyung smiles and pats Wonwoo’s cheek, “hyung? What happened to the cute
dongsaeng who would call me Hyungie?”

Wonwoo blushes out of embarrassment. Ah, he was so smitten at one point in time that he
would follow Hyunwoo around and call him hyungie. God, that was so cringy.

Wonwoo halts.

Wait, does that mean he’s not so smitten with Hyunwoo Hyung, then?

Then, who does Wonwoo like?

A gasp leaves his lips when an image of Mingyu flashes through his mind at the question. He
swallows and shakes his head, cheeks warming up.
What the heck!

“Who are you thinking about, Wonwoo-yah?” Hyunwoo asks gently, the back of his fingers
brushing against Wonwoo’s cheeks. Wonwoo stares at him, frozen in place. He blinks away
his surprise and steps back, scratching his head nervously.

“Sorry, did I weird you out?” Hyunwoo asks, disappointment evident in his eyes. Wonwoo
swallows and shakes his head, “No I…I was just surprised,”

Hyunwoo smiles, “I understand. I just feel a little sad. You don't visit me here as much, and
we haven't caught up in a while. I miss you,”

Wonwoo’s lips part and he licks his lips.

Well, he isn't entirely wrong. Wonwoo’s visits have lessened, and Wonwoo hadnt even
realized. He wonders why. Sometimes he goes back home, other times he’s with…

Wonwoo swallows.

“Professor, will submitting his work late affect his grade?” Wonwoo turns to Hyunwoo.
Hyunwoo frowns, “whose?”

“Mingyu,”

Hyunwoo’s eyes widen. He sighs into a smile, turning away, “Well, it shouldn't as long as he
puts an effort,”

Wonwoo purses his lips.

Considering the circumstances in Mingyu’s life, Wonwoo doubts he can focus on his work.
Wonwoo doesn't want Mingyu to lose out on his grade.

“Won–”

“I'll see you later, Hyung,” he says and dashes out of there, leaving Hyunwoo to sigh and
smile.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s original plan was to go check up on Mingyu at his dorm, but Mingyu hasn't
answered his calls, and using the key to get in doesn't seem like the best option, especially
after Mingyu had hinted he wanted some time alone.

Wonwoo goes back to his family’s place instead, maybe he can catch up with his parents.
Things haven't been as tense as they used to be. He wonders if it's because the coffee incident
got resolved. His Dad has been a lot more…gentler ever since. And Wonwoo has no one but
Mingyu to thank for that. Thinking back to it, MIngyu so very easily solved that problem of
his.

Wonwoo pulls into the driveway and removes his helmet when a voice calls out to him.

“Wonwoo-yah?”

He turns around to find Mrs. Kim standing by the entrance, brows furrowed in worry.
Wonwoo’s eyes widen and he hops off his bike, parks it and walks over to her.
“Hello, Mrs.Kim,” he bows, setting his unkempt hair. Mrs.Kim smiles, but there’s something
sad about it.

“Wonwoo-yah, would you like to come in for a bit?” she asks. Wonwoo’s eyes widen, but he
composes himself and nods, “Okay,”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s seated in the living room with Mr. and Mrs. Kim, feeling rather awkward after
what happened last night.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Wonwoo-yah,” Mr. Kim speaks up, and Wonwoo’s quick to
respond, “No, it's okay, Mr.Kim,”

The man smiles kindly and sighs, “that boy, he can be stubborn when he wants to be. He
hasn't spoken to us since last night,”

Wonwoo purses his lips. He’s in the same boat. Mingyu hasn't called or texted him, not once.
Wonwoo can't help but worry.

“How is he, Wonwoo-yah?” Mrs. Kim asks and Wonwoo frowns, “Ah, he hasn't…spoken to
me either, Mrs.Kim,”

Their eyes widen, “What?”

Is it Wonwoo or is it hot in here?

“I haven't seen him, Mrs. Kim,” he clarifies and she swallows thickly, concern evident in her
eyes.

She gently grips her husband’s hand, “HOney….”

Mr. Kim clenches his jaw, “that boy….”

Wonwoo feels the need to speak up, “Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim, Mingyu he….he tells me
everything. Everything I know about Mingyu is something I’ve heard from him. He’s very
open and chatty, even about the silliest things. But he’s never told me about his links with this
Grandmother, and it makes me believe that it’s something that has been weighing on his mind
a lot. So much that he… doesn't want to burden me, or you two with it. I…” he clenches his
fists, “I understand you have your reasons, but I hope you understand that he too has his
reasons….”

Silence blankets them and Wonwoo wonders if he’s struck a nerve, if they’re gonna yell at
him, or kick him out.

Mrs. Kim speaks up, “Wonwoo-yah, there’s something you should know,”

She glances at Mr. Kim, who takes a deep breath. He nods and turns to Wonwoo.

“There’s something we haven't told Mingyu, but we want you to know since you obviously
care for him. And then you can decide if…we were right or wrong to hold this back from
him,”

Now Wonwoo’s scared.

To be made privy to an intimate detail about Mingyu’s life that even he doesn't know about?
It's a little scary.

He braces himself and decides to listen.

“I come from a very rich and influential alpha family, and I was set to inherit a massive
fortune. I was expected to lead my late father’s company to greatness. I was ready for it, and
my Mother had great expectations. But….” he turns to Mrs. Kim and takes her hand, “....I
realized that I was destined for something else,”

Mrs. Kim smiles and Wonwoo’s eyes widen.

Mr. Kim takes a deep breath, “She got pregnant, with Mingyu. And I was ecstatic to break
the news to my family. I knew she wouldnt be thrilled, but I knew she would come around
sooner or later. But on the day I took my wife to meet my mother, we were banished,”

Wonwoo gasps.

“My mother was furious because I mated with an omega and not an Alpha like she expected
me to. She was mad that we had conceived. She put forth an ultimatum. Whether to choose
my wife and kid, or the family wealth,”

Mr. Kim needn't say more. He chose his wife and Mingyu.

“She was enraged by my decision, cussed at me, and told me to never show her my face ever
again. And…” Mr. Kim halts, like it's too painful to go on.

Mrs. Kim holds his hand, lending him support.

“She…pointed at her belly, at Mingyu inside, who hadnt even set foot on earth yet, and….all
the resentment she had for me and my wife, she directed it towards the unborn child. She
called him names, she deemed him an obstacle, an unwanted…bastard…a mistake, and….it
was pure hatred in her eyes. I….can never forget that day,”

Wonwoo forgets to breathe and listens intently.

To think someone could…be so angry to..hate a child…

“We hadnt seen her since, until recently when we heard that she wasn't feeling all too well.
We visited her, without Mingyu knowing of course. We thought that after all these years, her
rage would've subsided, that we could move past this but…that wasn't the case. I heard that
the company hasn't been doing well and that my siblings have been struggling. They all
resent me for leaving. They resent Mingyu even more for being the reason I left…”

Wonwoo has no words left to say.

He thinks he has no right to say anything anymore.

“Wonwoo-yah, you guys may be adults but for us parents, you are still children. Till our
death, it is our responsibility to look out for you, and thats what we've been doing. I hope you
understand, and I hope you can make Mingyu understand as well,”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo walks back to his house in silence, deep in thought.

He didnt know there was so much going on behind the scenes.

Wonwoo…. can't let Mingyu go to his grandmother. He can't let Mingyu be bombarded with
hatred and resentment.

He rushes to his bike and hops on, reversing it. He reaches the entrance where he runs into
his Mom, who’s startled.

“Oh, Wonwoo-yah, where are you going?” she asks, brushing the hair off his face.

“To Mingyu” he replies, a little out of breath. She frowns and presses her palm against his
cheek, “oh my, you're warm. Your face is red as well,”

Wonwoo shakes her mom’s hand off his face, “it's okay. I'll see you soon, okay?” he kisses
her forehead, making her giggle. He revvs his engine and is about to drive away. But he stops

“Mom,” he calls and she turns to him, “yeah?”

“You're happy, right?” he asks. It seems to take her aback but she smiles, “I am,”

Wonwoo smiles.

Thats all he needed to know.

He shoots her a grin and drives away.

He needs to get to Mingyu immediately.

 Chapter 13
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wonwoo takes his helmet off and takes a deep breath. It is unnecessarily hot today. Why so?

Wonwoo pushes the thought to the back of his mind and takes the elevator to Mingyu’s floor.

Mingyu hasn't contacted him, or his parents, and it's beginning to worry Wonwoo. It's weird
not to see Mingyu, even if it's only been one day. It feels odd and….empty.

Wonwoo decides to ring the doorbell first, in hopes that Mingyu will answer the door.
However, even after repeated tries, there’s no answer. Wonwoo sighs and a part of his brain
tells him to leave and come back tomorrow. But he decides against it, choosing to go in
anyway. He punches in the passcode and opens the door.

The apartment seems desolate without Mingyu’s presence, and Wonwoo nervously makes his
way in. Mingyu won't be upset, right? Wonwoo’s just so….worried about Mingyu. That much
is okay to admit, right?

Wonwoo drops his keys on the table and takes a gander around the apartment. It's empty
indeed.

Wonwoo purses his lips and walks into the bedroom. One glance around the place is enough
for Wonwoo to deduce that Mingyu’s already left to meet his grandmother. The suitcase that
rests on the top of his shelf is gone, and Mingyu’s clothes are spread across the bed like he
packed in a hurry.

Wonwoo exhales and falls onto the bed, sighing defeatedly.

Mingyu’s gone, and this news is going to devastate Mingyu’s parents, who have spent years
keeping Mingyu from that family. Should Wonwoo tell them? Should Wonwoo try calling
Mingyu again?

Wonwoo turns to his side, swallowing thickly.

Maybe he should've come here yesterday. Maybe then he could've prevented Mingyu from
leaving. But could he have? Mingyu is extremely adamant and determined. It’s obvious in the
way he strives to excel in so many things, or how he chases after Wonwoo like a lovesick
puppy.

Wonwoo’s face flushes and he takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart. But it only has the
opposite effect because Wonwoo inhales Mingyu’s scent smeared all over the bed and his
clothes.

Wonwoo swallows, turning to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling as his chest rises and falls.
His face is warm, his entire body is warm, and he feels tingly all over.

Heat? Is he in pre-heat? But he took the medication…

Wonwoo gulps nervously, turning to his side to be closer to the bed that smells of Mingyu,
and it makes him moan inwardly. His fingers curl into the sheets with restraint, and he tells
himself this is creepy and turns back to lie on his back.

Staring at the ceiling doesn't help either, because it takes him back to all the times he’s been
in Mingyu’s apartment, getting fucked 6 ways to Sunday.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo covers his eyes with his forearm, taking deep breaths.

He misses Mingyu, a lot, and it's not helping his boner.

Wonwoo shuts his legs and turns over to his side, curling into a ball of shame because his
body is yelling at him to give into his needs and urges, to snake his hand into his pants and
grabs his member while his mind takes him back to moments of pleasure with Mingyu.

With every inhale of breath, he takes in more of MIngyu’s scent, and it makes his breathing
even more laborious, trapping Wonwoo in a vicious cycle of shame and pleasure.

“Fuck it,” he curses under his breath and snakes his hand into his pants, chanting in his brain
that this is all Mingyu’s fault. Its the fault of his stupid scent, of his stupid smile, of his stupid
woodpecker laugh, of his large hands and large–

Wonwoo gasps out loud when his fingers touch his dick, already leaking. He turns to lie on
his belly, face buried in the bed and now he’s drowning in Mingyu’s scent. He raises his hips
and shuts his eyes, stroking his members, fucking into the tunnel of his hand. He muffles his
moans in the bed and feels extremely embarrassed about doing this. He wonders if Mingyu
does this too. Does he imagine Wonwoo? What does he imagine? Does he imagine Wonwoo
under him? Does it make him hard? How hard does he cum thinking of Wonwoo?

Wonwoo whimpers as his hands hasten the pace, and his mind betrays him by playing
montages of Mingyu in his head, of how he fucks him, how he kisses him, how makes him
feel so good. And it's all it takes for Wonwoo to moan lowly and cum. He collapses onto the
bed and catches his breath. He buries his face in the sheets, embarrassed not just that he came
so soon but also that all it took was one image of Mingyu looming over him to do so.

Wonwoo takes a deep breath. This is not good. This is not good at all!!

He springs to his feet and tosses his clothes in the washing machine. He grabs a couple of
Mingyu’s clothes to wear and walks out into the living room.

Once settled on the couch, he proceeds to have a long mental battle with himself.

He only jerked off because of preheat, right? And he’s just so used to Mingyu’s scent that
he’s attached it to….sex, and it made him horny, right?
That’s all, right? It's purely biological. Nothing more, nothing less.

Wonwoo swallows and comes to peace with that. He falls back onto the couch and sighs. He
stares at the ceiling and licks his lips.

God, he misses Mingyu.

He wishes he could contact him in some way. Or at least….hear his voice.

Sleep begins to take over Wonwoo, and the only thing he can think about is if Mingyu’s
alright wherever he is. His eyes fall shut and he wishes Mingyu would come back as soon as
possible.

Damn you, Kim Mingyu.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s eyes shoot open to the sound of the passcode being punched in. He sits up as the
door opens and –

“Mingyu?” he calls, standing up, as the man walks in, dressed in a black suit. Wonwoo’s gut
twists at the sight of the man, and he feels tingly all over. He’s warm again, now that
Mingyu’s scent has hit his senses.
Shit….is he going into heat?

Wonwoo swallows as he walks over to Mingyu, fingers trembling. It's okay. Mingyu’s here.
He can help with the heat.

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo wonders why Mingyu isn't surprised by his presence here and holds his
chain, raising his head up to look at his face properly. Mingyu’s uncharacteristically silent,
and it's a little scary.

“Hey, you okay?” Wonwoo says, lifting his head and….

His eyes widen at Mingyu’s swollen and puffy eyes.

“Mingy–” Wonwoo’s words are cut off by Mingyu hugging him tightly, and Wonwoo tries to
remain calm and steady his senses, overwhelmed by Mingyu’s scent. It smells of pain.

Wonwoo holds him tightly, “hey, Mingyu, say something,” he asks, knees weak. His mind is
dizzy from the scent and the warmth, but it's not the time to think about his incoming heat.

Mingyu begins to whimper, and that is when Wonwoo decides he needs to be upfront. He
pulls back from the hug and cups Mingyu’s cheeks, trying to get a better look at his tear-
smeared face, “Mingyu!” he calls as he seats Mingyu on the couch. Wonwoo kneels on the
ground between Mingyu’s legs, brushing the bangs off his face so he can see MIngyu’s face.

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Wonwoo asks and Mingyu shakes his head, wiping
his tears, “….im sorry, Im so sorry,” he says, pulling Wonwoo into another hug. Wonwoo
sighs and hugs him back, patting his body softly, “hey, did you go to see your grandma?”

Mingyu tenses, but after a moment, he nods. Wonwoo sighs. From the tears, he can assume it
didnt go well.
“Mingyu, what did she say?” Wonwoo asks. Mingyu swallows, “she didnt say anything,”

“How can that be? She must have said something to–”

“She’s dead,” Mingyu cuts him off and Wonwoo gasps, pulling away to look at Mingyu’s
face again, “what?”

Mingyu nods, leaning into Wonwoo’s touch as the man wipes the tears off his face.

“She died the day before yesterday, and today was the funeral,” Mingyu explains. Wonwoo
swallows. He didnt expect that.

Is Mingyu crying for his grandmother? The one that loathed him even as a child? If only
Mingyu knew the truth….

“I just….wanted to see her and I thought everyone would be happy to see me but….when I
told them who I was….they assumed I was there to demand a part of the inheritance or
something like that, and it was all very…stressful and….they wouldnt stop cursing at me,
Won,” Mingyu starts crying again and Wonwoo pulls him back into a hug.

It must've been overwhelming for Mingyu. It's unlike him to break down like this.

Wonwoo lets Mingyu cry into the fabric of his shirt, while his fingers gently card through his
hair, comforting him in the only way he knows he can. Wonwoo doesn't even want to imagine
what that must've been like – being cornered by so many people at once, being falsely
accused of something. Mingyu’s always been a pacifist, and unless necessary, he doesn't
flaunt his second gender. Mingyu can be delicate, and Wonwoo wishes he was there so he
could break some bones.

“They said…that if Grandma were alive, she’d want me dead,” Mingyu says and Wonwoo
gasps, pulling back. He cups his cheeks and makes sure Mingyu’s looking right at him. He
stops the train of Mingyu’s thoughts.
“Listen to me, Kim Mingyu. Those people were nothing to you, and it will continue like that,
okay? Why chase after a family that never was, hm? You have two wonderful parents, so
many friends, and…..me,” Wonwoo’s voice falters towards the end. Mingyu stares at
Wonwoo wide-eyed, and then nods, “you too?”

Wonwoo swallows. How long is he going to deny that he cares for Mingyu?

He nods, “me too,”

Mingyu’s lower lip quivers and he chuckles, “thank you for being here,” he says, hugging
Wonwoo, “and Im sorry I pushed you away, and Dad too….”

Wonwoo exhales, “fights are common, Mingyu-ah. It’s okay as long as you make-up, right?”

Mingyu nods, face buried in his neck, “yeah,”

Wonwoo smiles, patting his back. He takes a deep and stands up, only for Mingyu to grab his
wrist tightly, “Don't go,” he says, eyes frantic and Wonwoo smiles.

“I'll get you some water, okay?” Wonwoo frees himself from MIngyu’s grip and walks over
to the kitchen.

He retrieves a heat suppressant pill from his pocket and takes it, checking if Mingyu saw it or
not. Once done, he fills up a glass of water and walks back to Mingyu.

Mingyu gulps the water down quickly, and Wonwoo smiles, taking a seat by his side. He’s
about to relax when Mingyu tugs at his hand. Wonwoo turns to him, “what's up?”
 Mingyu stares at him intently and leans in. Wonwoo freezes as Mingyu comes closer and
closer, and his eyes fall shut, expectant. But the kiss never comes. Instead, Wonwoo feels
himself being pushed onto the couch, with Mingyu shuffling into the area behind him and
looping his hand around Wonwoo’s waist.

Wonwoo lays there, frozen in fear as Mingyu’s breath evens out and he promptly falls asleep.

Wonwoo learns to relax and snuggles into Mingyu’s embrace, sighing out loud.

There’s only thought in his mind.

Was I going to let Mingyu kiss me?

Chapter End Notes

The last chapter will update in 10 days or so, I'll be travelling a lot next week so -- for
any updates, you can find me on twitter @minkyuwoo
 Chapter 14
Chapter Notes

The tags have been updated!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“I know you're awake,” Wonwoo croaks when he opens his eyes. He feels Mingyu’s body
tense against his, and he exhales.

Wonwoo is both blessed and cursed – either he passes out for hours or sleeps lightly, able to
sense every little movement around him. He felt Mingyu wake up a while back and look
around before pulling Wonwoo closer.

“You do not have to pretend to be asleep to hold me like this, Mingyu-ah,” Wonwoo says, a
little embarrassed, but Mingyu’s hold on him loosens just enough for Wonwoo to wriggle and
turn around in his embrace.

He blinks away his sleep and focuses his vision on Mingyu’s face. He can't help but snicker
at how puffy MIngyu’s eyes have become.

“Don't look, I’m ugly,” MIngyu hugs Wonwoo in an attempt to hide his face but Wonwoo
only laughs, “You're not,” Wonwoo says, pushing Mingyu away gently to look at his face.

MIngyu pouts, and Wonwoo huffs.

He can't believe they passed out on the couch all night. While it was congested, it wasn't
comfortable. Wonwoo swallows, “how do you feel?”

MIngyu finally turns to him and purses his lips, “a lot better. Thanks for spending the night
here,”
Wonwoo smiles softly, “I didnt have anywhere else to be anyway,” he pats Mingyu’s arm and
Mingyu chuckles. His eyes study the features of Wonwoo’s face, “why were you here?
Worried about me?”

Wonwoo watches him in silence, but there’s no point in denying it, “I was,” he says, cupping
Mingyu’s cheek. He runs his thumb over his chin, Mingyu’s stubble prickling the pad of his
finger.

Mingyu swallows, leaning forth, just a little bit. It doesn't alarm Wonwoo, rather, the gesture
draws him in. Their eyes remain locked for a moment, no, longer than a moment, longer than
it should. And then, Mingyu’s eyes flicker down to Wonwoo’s lips. At that, Wonwoo licks his
lips involuntarily, and Mingyu looks back up at him.

Mingyu makes the smallest movement, coming closer and Wonwoo’s near-hypnotized.

He leans in, and he can stop himself and –

Wonwoo’s phone chimes and the moment breaks. And it startles Wonwoo enough to roll off
the couch and hit the ground.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Mingyu asks, and Wonwoo groans, sitting up. He turns to
Mingyu but doesn't dare to hold his gaze.

“Yeah I uh, I’m good,” Wonwoo says, standing up. He grabs his phone and checks the
message.

It's from Hyunwoo Hyung.

Wonwoo-yah, meet me in my study after your class.

Wonwoo checks the time – he missed his class but he can make it to Hyunwoo Hyung if he
starts now. Wonwoo doesn't know why Hyunwoo Hyung wants to see him but he has some
work with Hyung.

Wonwoo takes one step forth and feels fingers wrap around his wrist. He turns around to see
MIngyu watching him expectantly, “are you leaving?”

Not that kicked puppy face…

“Yeah, I have some work to do,” Wonwoo says softly and Mingyu pouts, “just stay, please,”
he pleads and Wonwoo purses his lips.

“This is important, I'll meet him and come back, okay?” Wonwoo reassures and MIngyu
frowns, “who’s him?”

“Ah, Hyunwoo Hyung wants to see me. I'll meet him and get back, okay?” Wonwoo says and
frees his wrist but MIngyu grabs him again, “don't go,”

Wonwoo frowns, turning halfway to look at MIngyu, “huh?”

“Don't go!” Mingyu’s stern, his eyes determined.

Wonwoo frees hismelf from Mingyu’s grasp yet again, “What is up with you?”

“Why do you have to go? Is he that important?” Mingyu questions and Wonwoo doesn't
appreciate his tone.

“Yes, the work that I have is important,” Wonwoo says, and Mingyu huffs, “sure, whatever,”
It's unlike Mingyu to speak to him like that. And Wonwoo hates it.

“What? Why don't you want me to go?” Wonwoo questions back as Mingyu avoids his gaze.
He mutters something under his breath that Wonwoo doesn't quite catch.

“What did you say?” he asks and Mingyu turns to glare at him, “just leave, Wonwoo. Go to
your precious Hyunwoo hyung,” Mingyu mocks. Wonwoo raises his brows, “do you not like
Hyunwoo Hyung?”

Mingyu clenches his jaw and realization washes over Wonwoo. He scoffs in disbelief, “so
because you're jealous you decide to act like a brat?”

Mingyu winces, knowing full well he’s guilty of that. But he doesn't back down.

“Why can't I be jealous, especially knowing just how huge a crush you have on that man?!”
Mingyu snaps, and it takes Wonwoo by surprise. His eyes widen.

How does Mingyu know? Was he that obvious? How long has he known?

“You…you…” Wonwoo’s too stunned and Mingyu scoffs.

“I thought that maybe….you might like me too but it seems like you still have the hots for
that bastard,” Mingyu says and Wonwoo swallows. He doesn't know why but this is making
him mad and antsy.

“How did you know?” Wonwoo asks, and Mingyu turns to him lazily, “It's quite obvious on
your face – who you like and how much you like them. You're like an open book, Jeon,” he
says, and Wonwoo hates that their hostile dynamic is making a comeback in their
conversations.

“Kim Mingyu you…” Wonwoo quaking with rage and confusion.

“What? Im What? You know I’m vulnerable, and I could really appreciate you being here but
one call and you're skipping back to him like a teenager in love!” Mingyu snaps and
Wonwoo’s had it.

But he can't bring himself to say anything mean. He’s still trying to process how Mingyu
knew, and his rage-induced words…

He simply turns and rushes out the door, yelling as he runs out the door, “Don't you dare call
me, Kim Mingyu!”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Wonwoo’s in a daze when he reaches Hyunwoo Hyung’s study. He’d taken 10 minutes to go
back home and freshen up, but even a quick shower didnt wash away his worries.

Mingyu knew that Wonwoo liked Hyunwoo. How long has he known? What did he think of
it?

Of course, Mingyu wasn't a fan of it…

Wonwoo swallows.

Kim Mingyu that prick….

He says it's obvious who Wonwoo likes but he…he….

Fuck.

Fuck him!

Wonwoo’s only here because he has Hyunwoo Hyung a favor to ask. Nothing more, nothing
less.

Right now, towards Hyunwoo Hyung…he….feels…

Nothing.

So Mingyu…has nothing to worry about…

Wonwoo feels his cheeks heat up and he hates that he can't be mad at Mingyu for too long.
He will have to talk to Mingyu though, once he gets back. Assure Mingyu that…

As Wonwoo walks towards the study, the door to it opens and a figure runs out. Wonwoo can
recognize, simply from the long hair, that it's Jeonghan. He watches as Jeonghan disappears
down the hallway but doesn't think much of it. He enters the room to find Hyunwoo Hyung
leaning against the desk, sighing.

Wonwoo wonders if the frown on his face has something to do with Jeonghan.

“Hyung?” he calls and Hyunwoo looks up, startled. His expression softens when he sees
Wonwoo.

“Ah, Wonwoo-yah, you're here,” he stands up as Wonwoo walks to him. Wonwoo smiles,
“what did you need me for, Hyung?”
Hyunwoo’s expression shifts, “ah, do I need a reason to see my precious dongsaeng?” he
cups Wonwoo’s cheek. Wonwoo smiles uncomfortably and steps away, turning around.
Noticing the messy answer sheets, he begins to collect them and arrange them as a means to
distract himself from this unsettling feeling.

“Ah, I see,” he says and feels Hyunwoo comes closer.

Once he makes a bundle of the sheets, he turns, startled by their proximity.

“Ah, Hyung, I wanted to ask if I could write Mingyu’s paper for him,” he avoids Hyunwoo’s
hooded eyes, cornered against the table. Hyunwoo raises a brow, “MIngyu’s paper, why?”

Wonwoo gulps, feeling a little dizzy. It's getting suffocating in here.

“He’s going through some stuff, so I want to help him out. Can you let him off the hook just
this once?” Wonwoo asks, and Hyunwoo scoffs. He starts to laugh, and Wonwoo turns to
look at him, curious.

Something’s wrong with Hyunwoo Hyung.

“Ah, Mingyu this, Mingyu that. I feel a little neglected, Wonwoo-yah,” Hyunwoo says,
holding Wonwoo’s chin between his fingers and all the alarms in Wonwoo’s head go off. He
swallows, frozen in place. Something is stopping him from reacting, something so
overpowering and scary that….

Pheromones.

“Jeonghan,” Wonwoo croaks out, “why did he run out?”

Hyunwoo smirks, “ah, that brat. He tried to bribe me into passing him in the coming exams,”
Wonwoo’s eyes widen, “b-bribe?”

His mind is yelling at him to run but his body won't obey.

Hyunwoo leans in, his thumb sliding against Wonwoo’s lips, and it makes Wonwoo want to
hurl.

“That he was willing to do anything for the grade,” Hyunwoo whispers, and Wonwoo gasps.

“H-Hyun–”

“Of course, I turned him down. I only have eyes for someone else,” Hyunwoo’s eyes darken
as his thumb slides in between Wonwoo’s lips. Wonwoo stares at the man in fear.

“All these years I thought you were a beta, Wonwoo-yah. But once I got a whiff of your
scent, I couldn't get enough. The Gods must really like me for they've made you an omega,”
Hyunwoo says and Wonwoo shivers. Hyunwoo leans in to press his nose against Wonwoo’s
neck, “even now, you're leaking this delicious scent and –”

He pauses. He turns to look at Wonwoo, “did Mingyu scent you?”

Wonwoo swallows, terrified, confused and….

Hyunwoo grabs his arm tightly and yanks him close, “It's okay. By the time we’re done,
you'll be drenched in my scent anyway,” he whispers and it's what pushes Wonwoo over the
edge. He forces his body to snap out of it and throws a punch at Hyunwoo’s face. The older
man plummets to the ground, groaning in pain. As he tries to get up, Wonwoo kicks him in
the gut, overpowering his lanky figure.
In retaliation, Hyunwoo forces out pheromones, a means to dominate Wonwoo. But Wonwoo
perseveres, concentrating all the strength in his foot and kicking the man relentlessly, till he
can't get up anymore.

Wonwoo staggers out of the room when Hyunwoo stops moving, his body warm and
tremoring. He wants to throw up, but his body cannot handle being bombarded by the alpha’s
pheromones. He stumbles out of the room, heaving, desperate for fresh air, desperate for–

“Mingyu…” he pants, and he turns when he feels footsteps echo in the hallway. He turns
around, watching with hooded and heavy eyes as Jeonghan returns with the other students.

The students, Choi Seungcheol and Hong Jisoo, as Wonwoo recognizes, rush into the room.
Wonwoo can connect the pieces. Hyunwoo must’ve…forced himself on Jeonghan as well..

Wonwoo knew that…Jeonghan isn't the type to…

Jeonghan must've run out to get reinforcements.

Jeonghan, from the corner of his eye, catches a glimpse of Wonwoo standing in the corner.
He rushes to Wonwoo, “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, pressing a palm to his heated face.
Wonwoo swallows, nodding but in reality, he needs to get home, he needs to go back to–

“Call the cops,” Wonwoo says, and Jeonghan swallows, “I did. Did he hurt you?”

Before Wonwoo can answer, Seungcheol calls out, “Jeonghan-ah, come here,”

“Stay here,” he instructs Wonwoo and rushes into the room, finding Hyunwoo groaning on
the floor.

“He’s down,” Jisoo says. Jeonghan sighs in relief.

 “We should restrain him till the cops get here,” Seungcheol says, and Jeonghan nods, “thanks
guys,”

Seungcheol kneels to twist Hyunwoo’s hands behind his back, and Jisoo winces, “God, his
pheromones are disgustingly strong. How did he end up on the floor like this?”

Jeonghan gasps, coming to a realization. He dashes out the door…. Only to find the hallway
empty.

Where’s Wonwoo???

Chapter End Notes

It was getting too long so I decided to extend it by another chapter. Next week, same
time, last chapter!
 Chapter 15
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Mingyu’s pacing about the living room anxiously, glancing at his phone every other second

Wonwoo told him not to call him, but how can he not?

They fought— and it was for a stupid reason. It was just…Mingyu being childish and
jealous….

Wonwoo’s entitled to his feelings, and Mingyu is no one to judge him or restrict him.
They’re…they’re not even friends.

Mingyu’s brain can’t even comprehend a label for them, but whatever it is, it’s special.

Mingyu comes to a halt when his phone buzzes and he grabs it to answer it. However, he’s
disappointed when the voice he hears on the other end is not Wonwoo’s.

“Ah, Jeonghan Hyung?” Mingyu sighs, rubbing his forehead.

“Mingyu-yah, is Wonwoo with you?”

Mingyu tenses.

“What? No, he…he went to see the Maths Professor,” Mingyu says.

“I know. But it looks like Hyunwoo and Wonwoo had a bit of a scuffle,”
Mingyu freezes. What?

“Hyunwoo was unconscious by the time I got here but Wonwoo…he was outside and it
looked like he was going into heat,”

Mingyu grabs his keys and runs out the door.

“Heat? Where is he?!” he questions, running down the stairs.

“I don’t know, Mingyu-yah. I told him to stay put but he disappeared. I’m worried because of
his heat. I don’t know what happened between him and Hyunwoo, but that Hyunwoo is a
creep and…wait, the police are here, I have to go,” Jeonghan says and cuts the call as
Mingyu reaches the apartment entrance.

Mingyu curses under his breath.

Hyunwoo? Wonwoo? Heat? Police?

Mingyu doesn’t want to admit the obvious. He’s too scared to. He needs to find Wonwoo.

He’s about to run down to the basement to get his car when a scent hits his nose. All the
alarms in Mingyu’s head go off and his feet take him towards the source of that scent, sweet
and familiar, distressed. Mingyu walks out the main gate of his apartment building and
there’s Wonwoo, lying on the ground, his bike a few feet away from him.

“Won!” Mingyu kneels to his side, taking Wonwoo in his arms. There are scratches on his
arms and on his cheeks, blood tricking from the wounds. His face is hot and he—

Wonwoo blinks his eyes open, and Mingyu sighs with relief that he’s not unconscious.
“Won, Wonwoo, are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Mingyu gently lifts Wonwoo up,
careful not to startle the omega going into heat. Wonwoo doesn’t reply and simply buries his
nose in Mingyu’s neck, letting himself be carried.

“Gyu…” he breathes out, and Mingyu swallows, “Hey, I’m here,” he takes Wonwoo into the
building. They run into the Watchman, who slaps a hand to his face when he smells
Wonwoo.

“This—“

“His bike is outside. Please put it in my parking spot,” Mingyu instructs the Watchman, who
doesn’t wait for another second to run out of there, either to escape Wonwoo’s scent or
retrieve his bike.

Mingyu enters the lift, and it takes him up.

“Gyu..” Wonwoo groans, “I’m…”

“Wonwoo, hey, I’m here,” Mingyu adjusts his hold on Wonwoo and kisses his forehead. Did
Wonwoo drive all the way here in this condition? What happened between him and
Hyunwoo?

Wonwoo’s body in his arms is hot, and Mingyu’s just relieved that he got to Wonwoo first.

Mingyu’s gotten so used to Wonwoo’s pheromones that it doesn’t send him into a raging heat
instantly.

Mingyu runs towards his apartment and once inside, his legs finally give out. He leans
against the door and slides down, catching his breath. He adjusts Wonwoo in his arms and
looks at his face, watching as Wonwoo’s eyes flutter open.
“Hey,” Mingyu exhales. Wonwoo blinks at him, shuffling in his arms.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Mingyu asks as Wonwoo leans closer to him, cupping his
face. And his lips press against Mingyu’s softly, taking Mingyu by surprise. As Wonwoo
breaks the chaste kiss, Mingyu’s eyes widen.

His lips tingle, his fingers tingle — he can’t believe what just happened.

“I…do you have a concussion?” Mingyu asks. Wonwoo frowns, “no,”

“Are you…is this because you’re in heat?” Mingyu asks. Wonwoo blinks at him and then
gulps.

“You…is it so hard to believe I’m kissing you because I want to?” Wonwoo asks, and
Mingyu’s heart rate picks up.

“R-Really?” He blabbers.

“You…idiot,” Wonwoo falls back onto Mingyu, energy-draining his body, “you say it’s
obvious when I like someone but you…couldn’t tell it was you that I…”

Wonwoo doesn’t have to finish the rest of his sentence for Mingyu to catch up.

But he does take several seconds to process the information.

Did Wonwoo just tell Mingyu he likes him???

Wonwoo snuggles into Mingyu’s chest, inhaling his strength. It’s astounding how much of an
effect it has on him.

“Wonwoo, Jeon Wonwoo, do you like me?” Mingyu asks, hoping for confirmation. Wonwoo
looks up at him through hooded eyes, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he cranes his neck up and
kisses Mingyu again, and this time, Mingyu kisses him back, heart full.

Their lips lock firmly in a brief kiss, and Mingyu’s left wanting more when Wonwoo breaks
away, “Now do you believe me?” Wonwoo asks, lowering his gaze, bashful. Mingyu
swallows.

He cups Wonwoo’s cheek, and the man leans into his touch, eyes falling shut. Mingyu’s heart
races. Wonwoo opens his eyes softly to look up at Mingyu, face warm and flushed. He grabs
Mingyu’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, deeper and longer this time. Mingyu
slips his tongue into the wetness of Wonwoo’s mouth, licking his mouth eagerly yet tenderly.
Wonwoo squirms, fingers tangling in Mingyu’s locks.

More…he wants more of Mingyu….

Wonwoo opens his mouth, his tongue dancing with Mingyu’s, and blood rushes to his nether
regions.

“Mingyu~” he moans, pulling Mingyu atop him fully, but Mingyu pulls away, making
Wonwoo whine.

“Won, baby,” Mingyu breathes out, caressing his face. Fuck, Wonwoo loves it so much that
Mingyu calls him that.

“We can’t,” Mingyu says, “you’re hurt and…whatever happened with you and Hyunwoo,
you need some time to recover, okay?”
Wonwoo whines, frown adorning his beautiful face, “no…I want you,” he pulls Mingyu onto
himself but Mingyu chuckles, “I want you too,” he admits, “I’ve wanted you for ages now.
But you know you need the rest, right? I need to clean up the scratches, clean you up, okay?”

Wonwoo pouts, disappointed.

He simply falls into Mingyu’s embrace, admitting defeat.

“But my heat…” he makes one last attempt and Mingyu hugs him close, kissing the top of his
head, “it’s weak. It’ll subside. I’m here with you, okay?”

Mingyu massages Wonwoo’s body gently. Wonwoo doesn’t miss the way Mingyu emits
pheromones in an effort to calm Wonwoo down.

No matter how hot, how bothered, in Mingyu’s embrace, Wonwoo finds himself falling
asleep.

He doesn’t wish to wake up for a long, long while.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

When Wonwoo stirs awake, he finds himself on Mingyu’s bed. He looks around the room and
checks the time.

He’s been asleep for 2 hours now.

His best has subsided as well.

Wonwoo sighs.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and notes that the scratches on his face have
been cleaned, bandaid applied here and there.

Wonwoo exhales and gets off the bed. He wants to see Mingyu. It’s unlike him to leave
Wonwoo like this.

However, he’s a little relieved he hasn’t seen Mingyu yet because… it's a little embarrassing,
no? They confessed and…

Wonwoo’s gut has butterflies!

Fuck waiting. He wants to see Mingyu right now and kiss him on the lips so the latter doesn’t
convince himself that Wonwoo only kissed him because of the heat.

Wonwoo gets off the bed as his phone begins to buzz. He walks out to find the apartment
empty, with no signs of Mingyu around.

What?

Wonwoo answers his phone, “Hello?”

“Is this Jeon Wonwoo-ssi?”

Wonwoo frowns, “yes,”

“I’m calling from the police station. You need to come down here,” the man says and
Wonwoo’s eyes widen.

What?!

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

When Wonwoo rushes into the police station, he finds Mingyu sitting in jail. Wonwoo’s eyes
widen and he rushes toward the officer, “I’m Jeon Wonwoo,” he pants and Mingyu turns to
him.

“Won…” Mingyu stands up, holding onto the bars.

Wonwoo swallows and turns to the officer, “How do I post bail?” Wonwoo fishes out his
wallet, and the officer rolls his eyes.

“No bail. The brat is to be tried for assaulting a police officer,” the officer says and
Wonwoo’s eyes widen.

Mingyu? Assault an officer?

“It was not deliberate. You came in my way and—“ Mingyu argues but the Officer throws a
can of soda at the bars, startling Mingyu.

“Shut up!” he says, and Mingyu backs down. Wonwoo fumes.

“Why is he in jail?!” Wonwoo demands.

The officer smirks, “He came into the station and punched that man in the face,” he points
towards the adjacent jail and—

Wonwoo gasps.

Hyunwoo sitting in there, seemingly resting. Wonwoo swallows, stepping back. He turns to
Mingyu, “Mingyu did you…”

Mingyu averts his gaze, and that’s enough answer.

“He did, that brat,” the officer says, “he wouldn’t stop until we pulled him away, and then he
laid hand on an officer,”

“I didn’t hit the officer. He fell down, but you guys keep saying I knocked him down!”
Mingyu argues and another can of empty soda is chucked at him.

“Stop doing that!” Wonwoo yells, and the officer scoffs, “Brat, do you want to be thrown into
jail too?”

Wonwoo gulps nervously.

His eyes dart over to Mingyu, and he clicks his tongue. Wonwoo grabs his phone and dials a
number.

“I’ll get you out,” Wonwoo says.

 •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

“Why did you hit him?” Wonwoo asks, itching to reach across the bars and caress Mingyu’s
face.

Mingyu exhales, “He deserved it, you know that too. Besides, I heard you gave him a good
beating as well,”

Wonwoo clicks his tongue, “Yes but not after barging into a police station! It was in self
defense!”

Mingyu jerks at that. He watches Wonwoo with somber eyes, “So he did….do that…to
you…”

Wonwoo swallows.

“It was scary, and confusing but…I took him down before he could … do anything,”
Wonwoo’s tone softens. Mingyu purses his lips, “Won…”

“It’s unlike you to be so aggressive, Mingyu-ah,” Wonwoo says.

Mingyu lowers his gaze, “I just…sorry, all I could think about was your condition and…
sorry,”

Wonwoo shakes his head, “It’s okay. I’m just upset that you’re in trouble,”
Mingyu exhales, “If I go to jail, will you wait for me?”

Wonwoo snickers, “As if I’d let you go to jail,”

Mingyu chuckles.

“Who did you call?” Mingyu asks and Wonwoo swallows, “well….”

As if on cue, the doors to the police station open and Wonwoo’s Father walks in. Mingyu’s
eyes widen and he straightens, watching as the man walks over to the police desk with
authority.

The police officer doesn’t seem fazed by Wonwoo’s Dad, lethargically looking him up and
down. That is until his Dad slams his ID card onto the desk, and upon reading through it, the
official jolts up.

“Sir!” he says, removing his hat.

Wonwoo’s Dad turns to Mingyu behind the bars, and then to his Son standing outside.

“I want that kid out, now,” Wonwoo’s Dad says.

Mingyu can’t believe Wonwoo’s dad is here. He remembers Wonwoo’s father works for the
government, but hasn’t quite grasped the power he might hold.

“Sir, with all due respect, he assaulted an officer. We can’t let him go,” the official says.
Wonwoo’s father smirks.
“This branch, it’s known for its record-breaking arrests,” Wonwoo’s father speaks up, “no
one has questioned it yet, assuming the Police are doing their job. But once someone starts
questioning it, are you going to be able to answer?”

The officer tenses.

“You say he assaulted an officer. There are cameras here, right? Let’s have a look at them,”
Wonwoo’s dad says, “wrongful arrest can get you in trouble, you know? He has rights,”

The officer trembles under Wonwoo’s father's gaze.

After a few moments of eye contact and the Officer caves.

“I will let him go, Sir,” he says and grabs the keys. Mingyu exhales as the lockup is opened,
and walks past the Officer to hug Wonwoo.

He ignores the glares from the Officer as Wonwoo hugs him back, “ah, thank god,”

Wonwoo’s father wanders over to the adjacent lockup, gaze landing on Hyunwoo crouched in
the corner, having come to.

“Hyunwoo-ssi,” Wonwoo’s father speaks up, making Hyunwoo look at him. Something in his
Dad’s eyes shifts, and Hyunwoo visibly tenses.

Wonwoo’s Father stares him down and only utters a few words.

“I will make sure your stay in the prison is far from pleasant,” he says and turns around.
He looks at Wonwoo and Mingyu, glances at their locked hands, and then nods, “It’s been
taken care of. Be careful next time,” he says and leaves.

Mingyu turns to Wonwoo, who’s staring at his Father.

“I know it’s not my place to say this but…” he begins and Wonwoo turns to him. Mingyu
smiles and squeezes his hand gently, “you should go,”

Wonwoo swallows.

Without another word, he chases after his Father.

Mingyu walks out slowly, giving the two some time. From behind the corner of the hallway,
Mingyu sneaks a peek at Wonwoo and his Dad. Wonwoo embraces his father, which seems to
take the older man by surprise. However, he reciprocates the hug, eyes full of indescribable
emotion.

Maybe, it’s the start of the rekindling of their relationship.

Mingyu wishes to witness it.

If Wonwoo allows him that is.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Now free, Mingyu and Wonwoo begin to walk back to Mingyu’s apartment.
It’s silent but not uncomfortable.

“You didn’t have to hit him, yknow? I gave him a good beating myself,” Wonwoo speaks up.
Mingyu smirks, brushing his hand against Wonwoo’s. Picking up on the cue, Wonwoo laces
his fingers with Mingyu’s.

“I know,” Mingyu says, “but I just….” he turns to Wonwoo. His eyes lock onto Wonwoo’s
lips and he leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, just a peck.

They halt in their tracks, and Wonwoo pulls away, studying the features of Mingyu’s face.

“You know?” Mingyu whispers. Wonwoo swallows, “I know,”

Mingyu grins, and it makes Wonwoo smile too.

“Does this mean we’re boyfriends?” Mingyu asks, raising their locked hands. Wonwoo stares
at their hands and flushes red.

“If you want us to be…” he averts his gaze, bashful. Mingyu chuckles and kisses the back of
Wonwoo’s hand, “I’ve wanted it for ages,”

Wonwoo glares at him. Just how embarrassing can one man get??

But his lips soon pull into a shy smirk.

“Kim, will you be my boyfriend? Officially?” Wonwoo grabs Mingyu’s collar for old times
sake. Mingyu laughs out loud, his smile blinding.
 Mingyu tugs on Wonwoo’s collar and pulls him in for a kiss, smiling against his lips,

“It would be my pleasure, Jeon,”

Chapter End Notes

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