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“Well fuck him!” Yeonjun said with such anger in his voice San almost got scared. “He’s an asshole, San! Go report him for domestic violence or however it’s called. Get rid of him! I’ll help you.”
San sighed deeply, knowing how right his best friend was. But how could he get rid of an alpha who threatened to mate him the moment San would break up with him?
“I know you’ll help me. But I’m an Omega. I can’t go against a violent alpha. I don’t have a chance.” He turned around the corner and stepped into the lecture hall. “And I’m sorry to break it to you, but you also won’t be able to handle him, even if you’re a beta.”
They sat down in the back of the hall, taking out their laptops and both opening the needed documents.
“So what? I’ll take Soobin with me.”
“Your boyfriend? Yeonjun, no. I don’t want anyone to get involved with my problems. That you know about them is already bad enough. I don’t want to pull your shy-alpha-boyfriend into this mess. And besides, I can cover everything up and he never hurt me so bad I had to go to the hospital.”
Yeonjun stared at him as if he’d become insane. “I’m sorry? So the blood I saw on your bandages around your forearm last week weren’t that bad, huh? And the bruise around your eye a month ago also was something you could easily cover up? San, are you kidding me? You had to get surgery because of him once!”
“I fell down the stairs, okay? That was totally my fault.”
“As if I believe that!”
He ignored his friend.
He really wished it would be different. He couldn’t even go to his parents, because they set him up with this guy when they had been children. Something with their family heritages finally being able to become one or some other shit. Either way, San couldn’t care less about it.
But what could he do? Go to the police? His so-called boyfriend controlled every single part of his day and never left him alone. He would even call his lecturers in the evening to be sure San had attended his classes. If San got sick, he’d stay home and make sure San wouldn’t leave the house.
He wasn’t only an ass, but also a creepy control freak.
San couldn’t even do any hobbies.
Jogging? No, he’d need to leave the apartment which he wasn’t allowed to do. Dancing? No, would be too loud or annoying. Singing? No, too loud. Playing an instrument? No, also too loud. Painting? No, too messy in his alpha’s eyes. Writing? No, the clacking on the keyboard is too annoying. Playing games on the computer? No, same as with writing.
The only thing San did in his free time was quickly finishing homework and then read and draw. Other things weren’t possible.
“I’m not kidding you. I’m just being realistic.”
“And pessimistic, as it seems.”
“Do you think Kyungsan will let you meet up with me? He’s known me for 2 years by now,” Yeonjun said while walking across campus to the gates.
San shook his head. “No. Right now he tolerates you, but that can easily slip into annoyance. And then he will want me to get rid of you.”
Yeonjun sighed. “I really hate him.”
San smiled sadly next to him. “At least you don’t have to live with him.”
Yeonjun sighed, again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I gotta go, I have a date with Soobin and I can’t be late for that.”
With that, Yeonjun was gone and San was left alone to go find Kyungsan.
“I’m standing right here, Omega. Pay attention,” His alpha said with a warning tone, making San flinch. He hadn’t expected him to be so close already.
Knowing that talking back at Kyungsan would only get him a fist in his stomach at home, he only answered, “Sorry, Alpha.” It felt so weird saying it to somebody he hated. He hated it to submit to somebody he hated and knew would use it against him. But Kyungsan would always get mad if he’d not call him alpha, which sucked.
Being called omega by Kyungsan felt belittling. It made him feel ashamed of who he was although it was just something natural nature had decided for him.
Kyungsan wrapped an arm around San’s shoulders and started walking, roughly pulling him along.
San almost tripped, but caught himself.
Starting to walk, San lost himself in his thoughts. He didn’t really think about anything particular, just, stuff. Weather, homework, his shitty life.
“Hey. Will you listen to me?” San felt a sharp pinch at his shoulder and directly looked at Kyungsan.
“Yes. Sorry, Alpha.”
“At least you still have manners,” Kyungsan said with annoyance in his voice and repeated what he had just said. “We’re going out, this evening. To a friend of mine, a party. I’ll put out clothes for you.”
San nodded and then kept silent for the complete way home.
They finally entered their apartment building and went up to Kyungsan’s apartment. San didn’t have an own home anymore. As soon as he started university his parents had forced him to move in with Kyungsan and give up his own apartment. Back then he by the way also had a job at this cute café a few streets away. But he wasn’t allowed to go there anymore.
Without a further word Kyungsan went into San’s room. San silently put away his own and the alpha’s shoes. He then followed the other into his room, finding Kyungsan searching through his closet with a disapproving look. San knew what was coming. And he hadn’t even set his backpack down.
“You need new clothes. These are so old.”
Kyungsan had bought a few just last week but anyway.
“I’m gonna get you knew ones this weekend.” He pulled out an oversized sweater from San. “Seriously? Oversized? That’s so old. Why do you even wear shit like this? Omega’s should look appealing, and not like they’re trying to hide from somebody.”
Too bad San was trying to hide from him.
“Here wear this. And don’t put on make-up. I don’t want you to seem too provocative.”
Sure, that’s why he’d handed San a tight crop-top with no sleeves and shorts.
A couple hours later had San uncomfortably sitting in the back corner of a big stuffy room. Everywhere were people moving, dancing, making out, singing, he’d swear he’d even seen two guys fuck in the far corner of the room.
No matter if that was true or not, he did not appreciate anything. He constantly felt eyes on him and couldn’t feel more uncomfortable with the crop-top. Sure, he had a nice body, but exactly that was the problem. Too many people, especially alphas, were staring at him and made him wan to curl into a tiny ball.
“Ey, Omega!”
Oh fuck. A drunk Kyungsan has never been good.
It didn’t take less than half a minute and said alpha was standing in front of him, with an omega-girl clinging to his arm.
“Is this the bitch your parents assigned to you?” the girl asked feigning innocence. Her smile glowed because of all the evil it spread. San just knew he would be publicly humiliated.
“Here.” Kyungsan held him a cup with some strange liquor under his nose. San had trained himself to be able to smell if something was off with a drink. And whatever had originally been in here, was heavily drugged and changed.
Playing dumb, he looked up at Kyungsan, not saying anything.
“What are you waiting for? Drink it.” Kyungsan came a daring step closer, causing San to shrink back in his seat a bit.
Slowly bringing the cup to his lips, he prepared for the awful taste that would fill his mouth in a second.
“Oh come on! Don’t take so fucking long!” Kyungsan came up at him, harshly grabbed his chin to tilt his head upwards and then dunked as much as he could into San’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
Afterwards the alpha only laughed, some other people around them joining in, watching how San coughed harshly because of the stinging burn covering his insides.
Kyungsan looked at him with an evil smile. “I don’t care where you go for tonight, but don’t show up at home. I’ll be busy. If I find out you go somewhere and start telling stuff, you know what’ll happen. If I see you in my apartment before 1pm…” The alpha let the sentence stand in the room for San to finish it himself. He turned around, grabbing the omega-girl’s waist and pulling her in, making out with her as if no one was watching.
San didn’t want to watch and frankly, he had other things to worry about.
How could he get himself to throw up what he had just drunk?
5 minutes later and he had successfully thrown up.
Leaving the toilet, he spotted Kyungsan in the corner of the room pinning the girl harshly against the wall. He kind of felt sorry for her. He would probably kick her out first thing in the morning.
Whatever, he told himself. If he hurried he could make it in and out of Kyungsan’s apartment before the other two made it there. It would mean a fresh set of some more comfy clothes and brushed teeth.
Quickly making an exit, he tried avoiding people on his way home. He couldn’t help but feel spied on upon all the people he met on the streets. Everywhere he looked people had their eyes on him, as if everyone was staring at him.
It made him feel anxious, panicked even. He felt himself starting to sweat and his hands became clammy. Starting to run, he felt it getting worse. He felt that through the running he just made it worse, drew even more attention to him. Who ran in the middle of the night?
Almost crashing against the apartment door, he hurriedly opened the door and shut it behind him, about to slump down against it.
But he couldn’t. Who knew when Kyungsan and that girl would get here? They couldn’t see him here or he would pay the price for it. A price that San wasn’t willing to pay.
Hurrying through the apartment he grabbed comfy clothes; meaning an oversized hoodie, a simple grey t-shirt, simple jeans and of course socks in deep purple. After having collected all clothes he almost fell on his way to the bathroom because of his running. Without thinking he brushed his teeth so long until he got rid of the awful taste, threw on his clothes, grabbed the hoodie, his phone and a bit of money, put on his shoes, before running out the apartment.
Closing the door behind him, he let out a long breath. He made it.
“This is where you live? Fancy. I like it.”
Fuck.
It was that girl’s voice from the party.
“I know. Sadly, I have to share my apartment with that omega. I’d enjoy it more if I’d share it with you though.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He just ran. Blindly running for the stairs on the other end of the floor, he crashed into the door, opening it in the same movement and then almost fell down the stairs. He didn’t care though.
He straightened himself again and continued running until he left the building.
In a haste he pulled up his hood and continued half running, half walking to the near park, hoping for it to be void of all people.
The park was void of all people.
San sighed deeply, b-lining for the first bench he saw.
Sinking down onto it, he felt calm for the first time in months. And exhausted, if he was honest. He hadn’t ran so much and so fast in such a long time he failed to remember when it was.
After closing his eyes for a while, he felt stinging on all kinds of different body parts. His back was hurting, he didn’t know why. His throat hurt, probably because of him throwing up earlier. His shoulder was also stinging. That was definitely because of the door incident. Both of them. Now that he really listened to his body, he also realized his ankle was hurting.
“Maybe I hurt it when I tried catching myself from falling down the stairs…”
Pulling out his phone he used the flashlight to examine his body as good as he could. He would have a bruise on his shoulder, but his ankle seemed fine. He spotted a couple bruises from the past week or two, but ignored them.
“How can I keep doing this?” he asked himself while putting away his phone. “How can I keep living this life? A violent partner, no say in my own future, constantly living in fear, a threat of unwillingly being mated above my head, strict rules, curfews, basically no friends and no family to help me.”
Staring up into the sky he felt cold tears slip down his cheeks. He had no way of getting out of this. Kyungsan and his parents were wealthy and powerful. If he’d go to the police, they’d have all the needed resources to just declare him as insane. As soon as he’d get home it would be over with freedom, as Kyungsan would definitely make his threat true and mate him. Their parents wanted it like that anyway.
It was hopeless. He had no chance of getting out of this.
A sob wrecked through his body. Nobody could hear him. He could cry as much as he wanted, but no one would come and help him.
He pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned his head onto his knees. He hugged his knees tighter, trying to get some feeling of safety, but he and his inner omega stayed unsatisfied. Alone in a park, at midnight, unwanted by their supposed partner? Who would feel safe in that situation?
Closing his eyes he tried remembering the times before his life went to hell.
Warm summer days filled his mind, together with cozy winter evenings. Parties with his friends, just letting go for a night. His favorite dates. All the times he got to hang out with his friends. His after school activities in high school and his hobbies, basically consisting of dancing, singing and reading. The sleep overs with friends, combined with movie nights.
And then, the drastic stop in all that when Kyungsan showed up with his parents, ruining everything for him.
He missed the joy he had experienced. All the happiness, that sometimes almost went into feeling like he was in pure bliss. But most, he missed the feeling of being loved and wanted. Like someone wanted him there, wanted to be with him. He so desperately wanted that back.
Crying some more, he didn’t see the person walking past the park entrance and stopping abruptly. The person stepped into the park, their long shadow almost reaching the bench, but San didn’t see it. The person carefully came closer, hearing the crying.
“Are you okay?” There was a short silence in which San looked up frightened. “What happened?” The other person asked, carefully taking a step closer. The voice was melodic and soft, almost familiar, San thought.
Thousands of thoughts were running through San’s head. Weirdly enough, the scent of the other person seemed calming, chasing the thick fog in his head away and letting him think more clearly.
It was the soft smell of petrichor. A rare scent, that you could only develop when you inherited it. San had only ever met one person with that scent.
The person, an alpha if the scent was anything to go by, stepped out of the shadow of a tree and let moonlight fall onto his face.
San’s heart stopped.
Maybe, there was still some hope left for him.