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I hadn't thought much of it when I left that Darkness. That little note with an asterisk at the bottom of the manual was an easy quirk to forget; so harmless that anyone who noticed would ignore it.
See, I had lived pretty comfortably as an alpha. Consistent, predictable ruts that could be tolerated by popping a few Advil. Not to mention, it was much easier to mess with Baek Saheon by asserting dominance with pheromones.
And well, the universe must've felt I had it too easy.
'These stomach pains just won't go away...'
Ever since completing a C-class Darkness last week, I'd been getting sharp—almost growing pains—in my lower abdomen, along with unusual mood swings. I was a rational person, but two days ago, I nearly made a decision that would've cost me my foot when a safer option was right under my nose.
Today marked the weirdest event yet. Baek Saheon approached me while I was on the couch staring at the blank TV, and asked,
"Uhm, sir..? Are you seeing an omega?"
I questioned my hearing for a moment. "What?"
"I apologize, sir. It's just that there's a faint scent of an omega's pheromones in our dorm and it's very... distracting."
Seriously, what kind of comment was that? But then he added,
"If you're not seeing anyone, could it be someone's trying to imprint on you?"
"..."
I stared into his eye without any amusement on my face.
"Do you seriously think I wouldn't know if I was being imprinted on?"
Baek Saheon went pale, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "No, sir!" Then he locked himself in his room.
I meant it, though. I would've noticed if an omega was making a move on me.
I looked at my reflection on the black screen. It also didn't make sense because most of the coworkers I was with were not omegas. Supervisor Park & Go Yeonguen were betas, Baek Saheon, Manager Eun, and Section Chief Lizard were all alphas. Jang Heowoon was an omega, but it had been some time since we worked together, and I didn’t take him for someone daring enough to imprint.
Well, as long as I wasn't the one bothered by the smell, it didn't matter.
Putting it behind me, I took a shower. There was a strangely appealing scent coming from Baek Saheon's laundry basket. He had probably started using a new deodorant or something. I ignored that too.
When I ran into Section Chief Lizard the next morning, he told me something odd.
"Go see a doctor."
'Huh?'
"Do you mean Fox Counseling?" I asked.
"No."
"...?"
"See a normal doctor."
"Why do you say that, Squad Leader?"
And all he told me was, "You smell different," then forced me to take half the day off. Both Baek Saheon and Section Chief Lizard had undeniably great senses and instincts. It wouldn't be a good idea to brush them off.
"So, strange stomach pains, and people are telling you your pheromones have changed, is that right?" The doctor jotted down on his papers when I nodded. "I will do a blood and saliva test as a precaution."
After pricking my finger and taking a mouth swab, he asked a few questions as we waited for the results.
"You presented as an alpha when you were fourteen?"
"That's correct."
Pretty incredible that they had a file for me, despite not being from this place.
Three more minutes passed, and the results came in.
For some reason, the doctor's whole body stiffened. "Have you... recently had sexual intercourse with another alpha...?"
‘WHAT THE FUCK?’
I kept my face composed and shook my head. "No. I've never been with an alpha."
The doctor looked like he’d swallowed a rock. Reality hit me like a truck as the pieces fell into place in my head before the doctor even spoke.
"Your blood test is... showing Type O."
"Oh, okay."
'HelpWhyDoesThisShitAlwaysHappenToMeHolyShit—'
Unfortunately, my response was unnervingly calm, and I was given a strange look.
"In your file, it says you're Type A... which means..."
I should’ve seen this coming. It all tied back to that Darkness. In order to clear it, a ritual must be done using the blood of each participant. Overall, it wasn't too dangerous or scary, however it was crucial to follow the instructions. With everyone's focus on memorizing those, the final side effect was overlooked.
Since blood type is related to secondary sex, there was a small possibility of the Darkness altering a participant's blood type. And this time, I was its victim. Which meant the stomach pain I'd been experiencing...
"The discomfort you're feeling is likely caused by the physical changes your body is going through. It will continue until those changes are complete."
Aka, when I finished developing a uterus.
"Will I be any different from a natural-born omega?"
"Once your pheromone system stabilizes, you will start experiencing a heat cycle. There's always a chance of pregnancy, natural-born or not, but the risk will be lower for up to a year." He took a short pause. "It is possible it’ll take time for your body to naturally self-lubricate as well. I would recommend keeping artificial slick on hand until your omega traits develop."
Great. So life was going to suck now.
Not to say being an omega was miserable... It's just common knowledge that the heat cycle was substantially worse to deal with than ruts. That was why I had been pretty happy to find out I was an alpha after being dropped into this world. The omega sex was much farther from the ABO-less world I was born into.
'But at the end of the day, what's done is done.'
I was now an omega, and that was the new normal I had to work with.
I dragged my feet back to the company dorms with my thoughts jumping hurdles.
Baek Saheon's shoes were parked at the door. I was suddenly aware of a smell I had never paid much attention to prior: my roommate's pheromones.
It was... odd.
His pheromones were always a tad irritating. Sour and sharp like his personality. It was never an issue before because I would cover our dorm in mine as an intimidation tactic. But that was from an alpha's perspective. To my current nose, it was... annoyingly pleasant. The scent was faint, given Baek Saheon spent most of his time cooped up in his room, yet distracting nonetheless. Something about it was soothing, sedative. Like opening a window on a stormy night and taking in the misty smell of raindrops descending softly from the moonlit clouds.
‘Wow, that's sappy.’
I sighed loudly, holding my breath until I entered the safety of my bedroom.
Would I need to tell Baek Saheon about this? Being alpha and omega roommates would complicate things, so he probably deserved to know. But if he found out, he could use it to take the upper hand. Given how society views omegas, this could be an opportunity to overpower me.
Then I had a revelation.
Baek Saheon debated leaving his room. He heard Kim Soleum's bedroom door open a half hour ago, and it had yet to close. But he was getting really hungry and his dinner was in the fridge. He decided to take a look. Opening the door a sliver, he flinched seeing Kim Soleum’s ominous form sitting atop the center counter of their shared kitchen. It was too late.
"Hey."
'Shitshitshitshitshit.' Baek Saheon swallowed.
"Come here."
Though he clicked his tongue, Baek Saheon obeyed, reluctantly shuffling to stand at the edge of the kitchen. With trembling hands, he gathered the courage to ask, "... Is something the matter?"
Baek Saheon fought the urge to scream when Kim Soleum's killer glare landed on him. Then, he clapped his hands together and put on an unnerving smile. Baek Saheon nearly shat himself.
"What you've been smelling recently isn't another omega."
Baek Saheon's nervous gulp seemed to echo.
"It was me!” Kim Soleum cheered. “I got bored of being an alpha and thought I'd switch things up. I heard that if an alpha takes another alpha's knot, they can become an omega. Turns out it’s true.”
Dumbfounded and riddled with fear, Baek Saheon could only gape. "B-but-"
"If I regret it later, I can always use my Wish Ticket to change back."
'T-this insane lunatic!'
What did Kim Soleum expect him to do with that information? His psychotic roommate just said he'd been taking it up the ass from other alphas to fulfill his dopamine-driven impulses. How was he supposed to look his supervisor in the eye from now on??
But wait—Daydream Inc. had a policy about alpha and omega roommates, didn't they? If he reported this to the company, wouldn't they have to give him a new roommate?
Excitement bubbled up in Baek Saheon's chest. This was his escape!
Kim Soleum's menacing voice cut through the shimmer of hope, "Don't you dare report this."
'Fuck.' He was done for.
On the other side of the kitchen...
My reason for the threat was simple: I already had Baek Saheon right where I needed him. He wasn't a risk to me as long as I kept up this persona. But if I were to get a new roommate...
'There's no telling what kind of freak they'll turn out to be.'
Baek Saheon was predictable; there was an advantage to him being a named character. I couldn't let that slip by. Although I was more vulnerable now due to my omega status, Baek Saheon wouldn't dare try anything funny, even if his alpha instincts begged him to. I made sure his survival instincts told him to run.
And that was how the perfect plan was crafted.
Or so I thought.
Two weeks later, I started experiencing the textbook symptoms of pre-heat.
Between my stiff joints, fatigue, and random shooting pain in my ass, I was seriously in for a ride. What bothered me most was my strong urge to nest. I didn't have many belongings, let alone spare clothes lying around. I had already taken the pillows from the couch, but they weren't enough.
Could I have ignored these urges? Yes. Though if I did, I'd probably end up in much worse condition.
I stared at the mess on my bed. Three pillows thrown about, a single button-up shirt strewn within the sheets, and a pair of socks. I'd never seen a nest in my life, but this was surely pathetic.
Unfortunately, I didn't own anything else I could add.
Then I thought about the laundry basket, and the scent that wafted from it.
...
Maybe Baek Saheon wouldn't notice.
'I might be losing my mind.’
None of my concerns stopped me from entering the bathroom and plunging my hand into Baek Saheon's laundry. Used underwear were off my list (obviously).
With one of Baek Saheon's dress shirts and a single black sock held against my chest, I returned to my room.
I chose to snatch a sock as a precaution. If I got caught with his stuff, I'd rather my actions line up with the psychotic image.
I tossed the sock to the end of the bed with my own, then went under the covers with the shirt. I didn't... voluntarily sniff Baek Saheon's scent. It was just that his shirt was in my hands, which were close to my nose, so my senses were filled with a thick smell of fallen rain each time I inhaled. It wasn't on purpose. It just happened to be helping with the soreness in my body; slackening my muscles and easing the pain in my abdomen. It brought upon a state of calm I hadn't felt since I started working at this damned company. Inducing a state that no amount of cartoons could produce.
It was the first night I slept without nightmares.
Baek Saheon was missing a sock.
He'd heard about how easily people lost socks, but he'd never been part of that statistic until now. He scratched the back of his head and searched his drawers a third time. Nothing.
It wasn't a big deal, but considering it had never happened before, he found it hard to believe they could just disappear like that.
At the very least, he was able to search without stressing about his psycho roommate. Kim Soleum's bedroom door hadn't opened in two days. Whether he left the room while Baek Saheon was at the office wasn't relevant. But when Baek Saheon was there, not a peep came from that direction. He had no complaints, of course. Every second away from Kim Soleum was another added to his lifespan. His blood pressure was grateful for the break.
He still couldn't conceptualize what the man had said. He knew very well that Kim Soleum didn't lie. He wouldn't start now for something so ridiculous. An alpha willingly becoming an omega? Really? No sane person would put themselves at a social disadvantage because they were ‘bored.’
But since it was coming from his roommate, it was perfectly believable. There was no doubt he could stand his ground even in an alpha-dominated workforce. The biggest change Kim Soleum needed to adjust to as an omega was—
'Wait—if he hasn't left his room in two days... could it be...?’
Baek Saheon gulped. Given the choice, he'd rather not think about what his now-omega roommate was getting up to behind closed doors.
He decided to put aside the lone sock. There was still a chance of its pair turning up later.
Tiptoeing to the kitchen, Baek Saheon unconsciously paused by Kim Soleum's door. The pheromones leaking between the door and the frame were dusted with anguish. The biological side of Baek Saheon's brain told him to kick the door open and alleviate the omega's struggles. Thankfully, the rational half reminded him of who was beyond that door. A shiver ran down his spine, picturing what torturous things the man might do to punish him.
He was about to move on when a resonant noise made him freeze. Maybe if he stayed still...
But the noise repeated, this time clearer.
"Hey,"
Baek Saheon went pale.
"Get in here.”
Maybe Baek Saheon was still sleeping. Maybe this was a big, bad nightmare, and in a second he would open his eye and—
"Baek Saheon. I won't ask again."
Ah, he was fucked.
With a quivering lip, Baek Saheon wrapped his clammy hand around the doorknob. What could this psycho want from him? Did he think Baek Saheon was rotten enough to settle for any omega in range? Well, he wasn't. He actually had standards and self-control.
Reminding himself of his pride and dignity, Baek Saheon opened the door with confidence, back straight and chin up.
He half-expected Kim Soleum to be spread-eagled on the bed like a power-drunk dominatrix, so when he spotted his roommate covered from the nose down by a thick comforter in a shitty excuse of a nest, he nearly screamed.
Yes. The scene in front of him was more terrifying than anything he could've imagined.
And to make matters worse, Baek Saheon spotted something familiar by the end of the bed.
'That's my fucking sock!’
What was Kim Soleum doing with his sock?!?
"Come here," the lunatic ordered. Despite the flush in his cheeks, Kim Soleum's expression remained indifferent, as if he were asking Baek Saheon to pass the TV remote.
His feet stiffly took him to the left side of the bed. Kim Soleum's scent was powerful enough to make his eye gloss over. The grape smell was already less sour than it had been through the door.
'This guy is probably getting off on seeing me uncomfortable.’
Without a fault in his neutral face, Kim Soleum dropped a new bombshell.
"Take off your shirt."
"I uh, w-what?"
"Give me your shirt.”
Baek Saheon looked down at his clothes, then back at Kim Soleum. He must’ve messed up his dates. Surely today was April Fool’s.
But... with the way the other was staring him down, he was afraid of what might happen if he was asked a third time. Baek Saheon's fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, feeling as coordinated as a kindergartener. Deep red eyes watched him patiently, multiplying the jarring pressure in the room.
He swore he saw his roommate steal a glimpse at his bare chest as his shirt slid off his shoulders. Wanting to leave as fast as possible, Baek Saheon flung his shirt at the man's face and bolted, hoping to flee while his tormentor's sight was hindered.
And just as he made it to the door—
"Stop."
He was stilled by fear and a crashing wave of assertive pheromones.
"It's... it's not enough," Kim Soleum's breathy voice reached his ears. "Get back here.”
Baek Saheon, like a conditioned dog, padded back with an imaginary tail tucked between his legs. His nerves were showing now; there was no hiding it from those calculating eyes.
A hand snaked out from beneath the covers to grab his wrist in a bruising hold.
"If you speak a word about this to anyone, you're dead."
Baek Saheon was then yanked forward and manhandled until he was right where he was wanted: under the covers with Kim Soleum's body pinning him down.
The man stuffed his face into Baek Saheon's neck, undoubtedly feeling the heart lurched in his throat. Kim Soleum's breaths were heavy and just as warm as the rest of him.
Baek Saheon was for sure deceased. He died and this was hell. Why else would Kim-Fucking-Soleum be draped over him like a weighted blanket?
He tried to find a positive. At least the guy was wearing underwear(?) and a shirt.
Shit. Hold on. Baek Saheon's nose twitched.
That was his shirt. Not the one he had just given him, but another one. The scent on it was faint, as if it hadn't been in its owner's possession for a day or… two.
Baek Saheon couldn't help but mouth 'Holy fuck' as he stared blankly at the ceiling, silently begging to be raptured. While any other alpha would be thrilled to be sandwiched by an omega, this situation left no room for celebration. Putting the twisted personality aside, Kim Soleum's omega identity felt... off. Though his pheromones became more appealing, and his skin was burning to the touch, his presence maintained an alpha-like air.
It made Baek Saheon's instincts flare warning signals, urging him to shove the anomaly off and defend his ground. He briefly wondered how his roommate had been able to submit to another alpha without ripping their head off.
Sensing the agitation through his scent, Kim Soleum acted first. With a fist in Baek Saheon's hair, he tugged until they were face-to-face, noses brushing and breath mingling.
"Don't move until I say you can,” he snarled. With unspoken threats delivered with a glare, Kim Soleum returned to his claimed spot in the crook of Baek Saheon's neck and took a deep inhale that made his skin crawl.
Baek Saheon stayed perfectly still, willing away any twitches and sleeping limbs. He only lowered his guard when Kim Soleum's breathing transitioned from labored to steady.
Was he... sleeping?
This psychopath actually fell asleep on him! He was being used as a scented body pillow by an alpha-turned-omega in heat. And he was just... going along with it.
'What is wrong with me…?’
Baek Saheon spent the following hours with his bloodshot eye on the overhead fan until birds began to chirp outside.
I can explain.
After realizing Baek Saheon's pheromones could cure the pain of my heat, I got a bit desperate once the smell started to fade from the shirt. Pain does strange things to people, okay?
The plan genuinely was to get a hold of the new shirt and never bring it up again. But when Baek Saheon walked in... I submitted to my needs and got carried away.
At least it was easily resolved this morning when I kicked Baek Saheon out of my bed. He seemed pretty happy to leave, too. If the dark eye bags were anything to go by, he hadn't slept a wink last night. I felt a little bad... but my heat was over, which meant we could both move on and forget it ever happened.
Frankly speaking, I slept like Sleeping Beauty. Baek Saheon's pheromones and body heat lulled me into a coma. I should consider using him more often when nights get difficult.
I stretched my arms over my head and leaned back into my office chair. Today, the members of D-squad were writing reports for yesterday's Darkness, but since I had been on leave, there wasn’t much for me to do.
Daydream Inc.'s policy for secondary sex and cycles went as such: alphas were allowed 2-3 days off once every two months (typical 58-day cycle), and omegas could take 2-3 days off every 28 days. Because of the way Daydream Inc.'s salary system worked, these weren't paid leaves. Suppressant pills were issued to all employees for emergencies during expeditions. While safe, regular-use suppressants existed, most employees didn't see the benefit of spending points on them.
Currently, though, I had to decide whether or not I would report my new secondary sex to the company.
Since I was officially registered as an alpha, I was permitted to take cycle leave every two months. In this situation, you'd think my only option was to report it. But this was a world with ghost stories and secondary sexes; of course there were loopholes.
There existed items to conceal heat symptoms, the company issued emergency pills, and even the Nostalgia Candy was an option (although it would be a waste to use them for something so trivial). There was one more solution as well but... I would prefer to avoid it.
As long as no one from D-squad tattled, I could avoid detection and continue working for my Wish Ticket out of here.
A hand tapped my shoulder while I was deep in thought, scaring me out of my skin.
"Hey, Roe, we're gonna have lunch now. You joining?" Assistant Manager Eun stood behind me.
I quickly shut the tab on Daydream Inc.'s policies before facing her with a polite smile. "Yes, I'll be right there.”
I deleted my search history and shut down my computer before joining the three other members of D-squad at our small lounge area. They filled me in on the last three days. They had followed the regular schedule without being hindered by my absence, as D-squad was a 4-member team. That took away the bit of guilt I had.
We kept up the short banter as we ate. Everything was going smoothly until Assistant Manager Eun asked, "By the way, Roe, what's with your scent?"
Damn. I was hoping it would go unnoticed or ignored. I decided it was better to be honest and avoid problems later.
"Uhm... When we went to that C-class Darkness... I kind of..."
Both Assistant Manager Eun and Supervisor Park's eyes widened. Section Chief Lizard continued chewing without concern.
Before they could say anything, I added, "If possible, I'd appreciate it if you could keep this a secret. I promise it won't affect my productivity at work."
"You're not going to report it?”
I shook my head. "I've already decided how I will deal with it. So please don't be concerned."
"Okay..."
Assistant Manager Eun suddenly chipped in, "So uh—does this mean you can get pregnant?"
Three pairs of eyes turned in my direction, gleaming with curiosity.
Maybe I shouldn't have told them…
Thankfully, since I was still in the transition process, my cycle had not yet adjusted to the average 28 days. It took another month and a half before the symptoms started again, which gave me plenty of time to prepare, and was within the time frame for another rut leave.
The abdominal pain had lowered in intensity to the point I barely noticed it. The fatigue, too, was nothing I couldn't handle (since I was tired most days regardless), and my headaches were solved with heaven-sent Advil.
Since the last time, Baek Saheon had completely avoided me. It made me check if he somehow got the fountain pen back, but it was still safely stored in my tattoo. His shoes would be by the door when I'd get home, which meant he wasn't staying at a hotel to get away. He just improved at hide and seek.
I slipped on my own shoes and made my way to the office. Today would likely be the last day I could hold out before needing to take time off. Physical symptoms were easy to deal with, but since waking up today, I was—to put it simply—extremely turned on.
While getting my coffee ready earlier, I thought about how nice it would be to get bent over and ruined on the kitchen counter. I shook it off then, but these intrusive thoughts were getting more and more difficult to ignore.
My superiors kept sending worried glances my way during our low-rank Darkness clear. At first, they pestered me about it, but once I pleaded my case (albeit difficult to do with my pheromones flooding from my scent glands) they let me be.
Settling into my nest after such a long day was too incredible to describe. After last time, I decided to research how nests were built, and added a few more pillows and throw blankets.
Baek Saheon never asked for his shirt (or sock) back, so I still had those with me, though they had long already lost their scent.
I wrapped myself in the covers, with no plans to move for the next 48 hours.
What was really fascinating about the omega body was its ability to "turn off" bodily functions. My body would stock up on food during pre-heat, through urges like cravings, and then not feel hunger for two days straight. I knew this was to prevent any interruptions during mating, but still, fascinating.
Since I didn't have to worry about dinner, I took a nap. But when I opened my eyes again, my body was coated in sweat, hot and clammy under the covers. I was nearly gasping for air, my hair stuck to my forehead.
'Crap.’
Baek Saheon noticed Kim Soleum's shoes by the door when he got home. His first reaction was to snap his head towards the couch, then the kitchen. Thankfully, the man wasn't waiting for him. With a sigh of relief, he settled in quietly. He was hoping to spend his evening watching the season finale of this show he'd been keeping up with.
But the moment he opened his phone, he saw a message from the one and only, sent three minutes ago.
- Buy me lubricant from the corner store.
Okay.
What the hell.
First of all, in what scenario would Baek Saheon be responsible for picking up something like that? Second, why would an omega, the sex notoriously known to self-lubricate, be asking for store-bought lube?
Just as he was about to block the number, a second text came through.
- I'll give you an item.
Without a moment wasted, he arrived at the convenience store and shamelessly raced to the pharmacy section. He briefly considered choosing the chili pepper-flavored variant, but ultimately decided he liked his remaining eye and went with the standard instead.
He eyed the condoms on the top half of the shelf. It... wouldn't hurt to be safe, right? He had a pack in his bedside drawer, but he realized a few months back that they weren't for alphas… which meant he could only use them if he wasn't in rut. Unfortunately, since his damn roommate decided to go ahead and become an omega, Baek Saheon had to be prepared for anything, even in the supposed safety of his own home.
Both he and the cashier avoided eye contact as he paid. And with a bag of supplies, he returned to the dorm.
Kim Soleum's door was now wide open, as if waiting for Baek Saheon's arrival, inviting him.
The scene he was met with, however, was the opposite of inviting.
Kim Soleum sat upright in bed, the room’s shadows covering his face, distorting his expression (not that he usually had any). He was shirtless, arms crossed over his chest, with his lower body covered by the comforter, but there was a clear tent in the sheets that made Baek Saheon's heart flip. Kim Soleum held out his arm.
"Give.”
Feeling déja vu, Baek Saheon held out the plastic bag with a shaky hand.
He needed to get out of the room. Kim Soleum's pheromones were like wine—intoxicating. He usually had trouble discerning the meaning behind the man's scent, but this time it was more than obvious what mood he was in. Honestly, with the intensity, Baek Saheon was shocked they both had the self-control to not pounce on one another.
Kim Soleum's fingers brushed his as the bag was exchanged. Despite the sliver of rationality left begging him to sprint out of the dorm, Baek Saheon stood obediently as the omega confirmed the bag's contents.
A smirk grew on Kim Soleum's face as he pulled out the condoms.
"And what's this for?"
'SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!!'
He snatched them away, face hot.
"I forgot I bought those. They're not for you." Fuck, why was his voice shaking?
"Oh?" Kim Soleum's red pupils pierced through him, then shifted to Baek Saheon's lower body. "Who's it for, then?”
Instead of responding, Baek Saheon booked it, slamming the door shut behind him.
This man was CRAZY. Was that an invitation? Bullying? The line between Kim Soleum's tormenting and flirting was either invisible or non-existent...
... and Baek Saheon was falling for it.
Maybe if he cut off his dick, he would stop thinking with it.
Baek Saheon let his body sink to the ground, back pressed to the door. He convinced himself he got turned on by the omega's pheromones, and not by Kim Soleum.
Looking to distract himself from his embarrassingly unflaccid dick, he closed his eye and bumped the back of his head against the door.
Alas, that only made it easier to hear what was happening beyond the wall. The sheets shifted as the presence on the other side moved. Baek Saheon flinched when the absurdly loud click of a bottle opening echoed through the dorm. Or maybe it was only loud in his ears alone.
Frozen in fear (and maybe something else), Baek Saheon sat helplessly as the bed creaked.
Kim Soleum... he must've known his roommate was outside, right? He was perceptive enough to figure that out. Did he... want Baek Saheon to listen? It was insane, but not insane enough to put it past him.
Baek Saheon bit the inside of his cheek. Blood rushed to his face and below, to the point it throbbed. He couldn't help the hand that crept over his thigh and began fondling through his pants.
A husky groan hit his ears. There was no going back.
Baek Saheon tugged his sweatpants down to his thighs and pulled himself free from his underwear. His cock was swollen, begging for attention. He might as well have been in rut.
He fisted himself, stroking in time with the broken noises in the other room. He pictured what Kim Soleum could be doing just a few feet away. Maybe he was arching his back, expression deviating subtly from apathy, while fucking himself on his long fingers, grasping at an unachievable release.
The dry drag over his dick eased as precum exuded from the tip, contributing to the vulgar sounds overwhelming his senses. Swept up in his pleasure, Baek Saheon failed to notice the unsettling silence in the other room.
The door supporting him flew open. Baek Saheon yelped as gravity sealed his fate. The back of his head collided with the floor, disorienting him for a moment.
And when Baek Saheon's eye refocused, he was met with a pornographic view.
Kim Soleum wore Baek Saheon's stolen shirt unbuttoned...
... and nothing else.
Baek Saheon's gaze was perfectly aligned with his roommate's wet, puckered hole.
And instead of covering up or yelling at Baek Saheon for being a perv, Kim Soleum took a step back, met his eye, and had the audacity to say,
"If you're going to do that, you might as well join me.”