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The living room was plunged into a dim, almost spectral twilight. The only source of light was a floor lamp in the corner, casting long, jagged shadows across the designer furniture and the floor-to-ceiling windows, beyond which the lights of nighttime Seoul flickered. But Minjeong wasn’t looking out the window. She sat on the sofa, her back perfectly straight, her gaze pinned to the front door.
A heavy, almost tangible scent of frosty cherry hung in the air. Her own pheromones.
I look at the baby monitor. The little one is sleeping. He’s just as calm in his sleep as Jimin is when she isn't trying to conquer the world with her corporation. But everything inside my chest is burning. The tablet on the table feels white-hot, even though the screen went dark long ago. Those pictures… Jimin, pressing that omega to her side. That protective look in her eyes. As if she were her mate. As if that was the world she was guarding, and not mine.
The sound of the lock turning cut through the silence like a scalpel. Yu Jimin walked into the apartment. An impeccable suit, a commanding silhouette, an aura of success. But something else burst into the house along with her. A cloying, sickly-sweet scent. The scent of another omega that had literally seeped into the pores of Jimin’s skin and the fibers of her expensive blazer.
"Where have you been?" Minjeong’s voice sounded so level it might have seemed indifferent, if not for the slight tremor underlying it.
Jimin froze. She clearly felt the icy barricade her mate had erected. "At work, Minjeong… the interview ran late, then there was the planning—"
"Don’t come any closer," Minjeong snapped, raising a hand to stop the Alpha. "You reek of someone else’s lust and fear, Jimin. Is that what you call 'planning'?"
I feel sick. Literally. This sweet trail she's left behind is like a slap in the face.
"It was just work," Jimin tried to take a step forward, her voice dropping, a pleading note slipping in. "The baby… I want to see him…"
"Don't you dare," Minjeong rose to her feet, and the scent of frosty cherry in the room became almost unbearably sharp. "You will not go near him smelling like that. You will not touch my son while you bear the mark of another omega. Go to the bathroom. Wash it all off. Scour away that filth, or you will never cross the threshold of this room again."
Jimin looked at her—the CEO of a massive company, a woman who made competitors tremble, now looked lost and guilt-ridden. She didn't argue. The silence that followed the closing of the bathroom door was even more terrifying than the shouting.
Ten minutes. I hear the sound of the water. Ten minutes during which I try to remember how to breathe without this bitterness in my throat.
When Jimin returned, she smelled of freshness and shower gel.
"He is my son too, Minjeong," Jimin said firmly, heading toward the stairs. "You can’t forbid me—"
"Just try it," Minjeong cut her off, intercepting her path. She looked up at her with such intensity that Jimin instinctively slowed down. "Take one more step, Yu Jimin, and tomorrow this house will be empty. I will take him and I will leave. Do you really want to test how serious I am?"
Jimin stopped. Tension crackled between them, enough to blow the penthouse apart. A faint cry came from the baby monitor the child had sensed their fury.
Jimin's jaw tightened, her fists clenched, but suddenly… she exhaled. The Alpha’s shoulders slumped. All her defiance vanished, leaving only a bone-deepexhaustion.
"I’m sorry…" she whispered, taking a step back. "Go to him. He’s crying. I… I’ll wait here."
Minjeong didn’t answer. She brushed past her, not even letting her shoulder touch her wife’s, even though everything inside her was screaming with the urge to just bury her face in Jimin’s chest.
Silence finally reigned upstairs. The baby, lulled by soft whispers and Minjeong’s soothing pheromones, had fallen asleep with his nose tucked into a plush toy. Minjeong stood by the crib for a few more minutes, listening to the rhythmic breathing—the only pure sound in this house tonight, a house now tainted by lies and bitterness.
When she came back down, the living room was empty. The balcony door was ajar—Jimin had gone out onto the terrace to let the night air wash away the last remnants of that foreign scent. Minjeong sat in the armchair, crossing her arms over her chest. A shiver ran through her, despite the warmth of the penthouse.
I can feel her through the bond. Out there, on the terrace, she’s falling apart. Her guilt is so thick I feel like I could touch it. But it’s not enough. Guilt isn’t enough when you’re standing in the middle of your own home and feeling like an outsider.
Steps approached. Jimin walked in, bringing with her the scent of cold and freshness. She looked shattered. Seeing Minjeong, she froze, and then, as if losing the last of her strength, she slowly sank to her knees right in front of the Omega. She rested her head on Minjeong’s lap—a gesture of absolute submission that only a truly loving or a completely broken Alpha is capable of.
"Minjeong-ah…" her voice was barely a whisper. "Please. I’m so stupid… I’m just a stupid Alpha."
"You aren't stupid, Jimin," Minjeong didn't move; her hands remained in her lap, not touching her wife’s hair. "Stupid people don’t run corporations. You made a choice."
"It meant nothing!" Jimin lifted her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She was terrified, the cameras, the flashes… she clung to me and I… I just couldn't push her away. It was in front of everyone. I didn't want to look like a nobody."
"And so you decided to look like a nobody in the eyes of your wife?" Minjeong finally met her gaze. "You chose the magazine cover. You chose the opinions of people you don’t even know, instead of thinking about how I would feel, smelling that cloying scent on your skin."
"Forgive me…" Jimin buried her face in Minjeong’s lap again, and Minjeong felt the fabric of her lounge pants grow damp. The Alpha was crying. "I won’t go to work tomorrow. I’ll take the day off. I’ll be with you both. I’ll fix everything, I promise… just don’t leave."
Minjeong let out a heavy sigh. The ice inside her began to crack, but the cracks only caused more pain. She slowly placed her palm on the back of Jimin’s head, feeling her flinch at this first sign of tenderness all evening.
"A day off won't erase those photos from my memory, Jimin. And it won't clear that scent from my mind," Minjeong tugged at her hair, forcing her to stand and sit beside her. "You need to understand one thing. If you ever let your work cross the threshold of our home like this again… if you ever choose your 'image' over my peace of mind… I will disappear. And no corporation in the world will be able to find me."
Jimin nodded feverishly, catching every word as if it were both a sentence and a salvation.
"I understand… I understand everything, baby. I promise."
"Let’s go to the bedroom," Minjeong rose, not letting go of Jimin’s hand. "I want you to wash this day away for good. And I want you to remember who you belong to."
Jimin stood obediently, following her like a devoted creature. In her eyes was a readiness for anything—for any form of atonement Minjeong might demand. And Minjeong knew: tonight, she would not be gentle. She would leave marks on this Alpha that no business suit could hide.
The bedroom was thick with the scent of Alpha and Omega—their true, bonded scent. It was a complex, multi-layered aroma: Jimin’s woody notes and Minjeong’s frosty cherry.
Jimin stood at the edge of the bed, not daring to move without permission. She had discarded her blazer downstairs, and now stood in only a white shirt with the collar unbuttoned.
"Undress," Minjeong commanded quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I look at her and I feel two sides fighting within me. One wants to crawl into a corner and cry from the hurt, and the other wants to tear to shreds anyone who dared touch my Alpha.
Jimin obeyed instantly, removing her shirt and her straight-cut trousers. Minjeong rose and stepped close. She was much shorter, but right now, she was the one dominating the room. Her fingers touched Jimin’s neck—right where her pulse was thrumming.
"You said that you are mine," Minjeong whispered, her breath scorching the Alpha’s skin. "Prove it to me. I want everyone who looks at you tomorrow to know who you belong to."
She didn't wait for an answer. Minjeong pressed her lips to Jimin’s neck, but it wasn't a gentle kiss. She bit down—sharp, painful, leaving a bright crimson mark right above the collar line. Jimin cried out, her fingers digging into the Omega’s shoulders, but she didn't pull away. On the contrary—she bared her neck even further.
Minjeong shoved her onto the bed, looming over her. Her hands slid possessively over the Alpha's body, claiming, marking, taking back what was hers. She descended lower, to the thigh, and once again left the imprint of her teeth—deep, painful, and honest. Her breath scorched the fresh, raw mark, and then she nudged the Alpha’s clitoris with her nose through the thin fabric of her underwear. Jimin couldn’t stifle a moan, biting her lip hard. Minjeong’s fingers—cold and long—slid deftly under the elastic, sending shivers across her skin. She toyed with the Alpha’s sensitivity on purpose before trailing her hand back up, grazing the skin of her belly and tracing the sharp lines of her ribs. Minjeong watched the Alpha’s every reaction, feeling a surge of pure triumph.
While the Omega’s fingers returned to the waistband of the underwear, her lips crashed into the Alpha’s in a deep, commanding kiss. Then, Minjeong moved down again, her mouth finding Jimin’s most sensitive zone. The Omega’s tongue was hot and rough, working wonders, eliciting wave after wave of shivers and dizziness, forcing Jimin to moan louder and louder. Jimin’s hands found the Omega’s soft hair, pulling her closer, fingers burying deep, trying to guide her but ultimately surrendering—handing all power over to her beloved wife.
Minjeong held the Alpha’s thighs in a firm grip, leaving red marks from her fingers and nails on the tender skin. Her tongue continued to trace circular patterns, dipping lower to graze the entrance where Jimin’s pleasure was slowly slicking her skin, before returning to the clitoris. Her hands slid higher, gripping the Alpha’s waist, accelerating the pace, granting her not a second of respite.
The air hummed with the sheer excess of pheromones. Minjeong did not pull away immediately, even as Jimin’s body was racked by the final tremors of her release. She continued to pleasure her, slowly de-escalating, allowing the Alpha to feel every second of the subsiding storm. Then, she rose fluidly, her face flushed and her breath hitching, that same dangerous, possessive spark still flickering in her eyes.
"Whose are you?" Minjeong exhaled, as the sparks in her eyes became blindingly bright.
"Yours... only yours, baby..." Jimin shuddered, pulling the Omega toward her in a crushing embrace.
Exhausted, Minjeong sank onto her wife’s chest, listening to her breathing even out. Outside the window, the first light of dawn began to break. Tomorrow, Jimin wouldn't go to work. Tomorrow, she would play with her son, cook breakfast, and catch Minjeong’s gazes—strict, but overflowing with love.
The conflict was resolved, but the crimson evidence remained on Jimin’s skin.
Minjeong closed her eyes, falling asleep in the circle of her Alpha’s arms. This time—truly at peace.