The World of Contrasts Vol. 4 Chapter 8

―Oh, by the way, did you use my gift well?

“What gift?”

―The Love-Love Tablet.

“…Are you talking about the cold medicine?”

When Jaemin left Japan, Mama had tucked a small pouch containing cold medicine into his luggage. Months after stepping foot in Korea, Jaemin finally understood what the ‘gift’ Mama was talking about was, back when his memory hadn’t returned yet during a phone call with him.

―Eh. Maybe you don’t know?

“Explain clearly what you mean, Tomoko.”

Was he sending drugs to someone going back to Korea? The explanation that followed from Mama was even more ridiculous.

―It was a big trend a few years ago, an alpha heat inducer.

“What did you say?”

―It became famous because of its side effects. It’s discontinued now, so it’s very hard to get.

“I’m going crazy, really.”

―If you take it with alcohol, there’s a 200% chance of going into rut.

Jaemin frowned at the thought of whether that wasn’t a crime, and Mama laughed heartily.

―It was a drug that alphas loved. When an alpha goes into rut, only omegas suffer, so why would omegas mess around with alcohol. How would they handle the aftermath?

“…Why did you give me such a dangerous thing?”

―I thought our Yukito could use it both defensively and enjoyably, right?

Mama’s rough voice answered without a hint of doubt, sounding almost innocent. When Mama added that if Jaemin was thinking about having a child, this might be a good thing, Jaemin laughed in disbelief, never imagining his gift would be used this way.

Click.

After returning to the bedroom, Jaemin leaned against the closed door and took a long breath. Daeyoung’s eyes, which had confessed love, were bloodshot. While Daeyoung was out, slipping the drug into his drink was not difficult, but overcoming Seol Daeyoung’s self-control was much harder.

…That damn bastard.

Despite putting five pills in, which should have driven any ordinary alpha out of their mind, Seol Daeyoung didn’t go berserk. According to Mama’s explanation, his eyes should have gone wild, and he should have started rutting regardless of who was around.

Jaemin swallowed dryly and then flopped onto the bed, back first. He thought Daeyoung would tear his clothes and ravage him in front of everyone, which was part of his plan, but now, with his plan gone awry, what filled his heart was…

“I love you, Jang Jaemin.”

“Fuck…”

It was an unwelcome heaviness. Jaemin frowned, feeling his nose tingle, and tried to attribute this sensation to his disappointment with Seol Daeyoung for ruining his plan. Seol Daeyoung, with an intensity as if he could burn him with his gaze, confessed and then grabbed the car keys, storming out of the house like a whirlwind.

“Where are you going?”

“I remembered something. Go to sleep first.”

His trembling arms with bulging veins showed he was at his limit. Jaemin tried to stop him, concerned that he might really flip the car in this state, but then gave up with a bitter smile at his own concern.

“…”

Had he gone to some remote mountain temple again? That was what Seol Daeyoung always did when his rut was about to hit. He would isolate himself in a mountain valley to manage his rising sexual desire alone.

Fuck. That perverse, solitary bastard.

Jaemin’s last move was actually betting his own body. It was an attempt to shatter that great ‘love’ Seol Daeyoung proclaimed right in front of him, but it ended in failure. The funny thing was, the stronger Daeyoung acted, the more pathetic Jaemin felt.

“Yukito got sick because he couldn’t say what he really wanted to say.”

Mama’s voice echoed in his mind.

Jaemin thought about what he really wanted to say to Daeyoung, scrunching his face and exhaling a heavy breath. The more deeply he looked into the abyss, the more he feared being consumed by his own abyss.

“Haah…”

Seol Daeyoung said his life was ruined because of him.

In truth, it was something he knew. If Jang Jaemin had not entered Seol Daeyoung’s life, he wouldn’t have had to struggle in poverty during his youth, and though not close, he would have had a good father-son relationship with Chairman Jang, thriving in his thug life. He certainly wouldn’t have driven his father to death.

Jaemin bit the inside of his cheek, taking in quick breaths. But wasn’t this, in the end, something caused by Seol Junkyung rather than himself? Honestly, wasn’t it Jaemin’s life that was more fucked up after changing lives rather than Daeyoung’s? So shouldn’t he feel more wronged?

…Well. He had realized long ago that he was doomed.

The abyss whispered to him once again. Jaemin clutched his hair painfully with the hand covering his forehead, but the voice from within didn’t stop.

…You knew it, yet you lingered around him. You could have escaped.

Despite having five years since they first met at eighteen, you knew that Seol Daeyoung’s gaze was becoming more dangerous with each passing year, yet you let it be as if you enjoyed it.

Or are you just a masochist at heart?

“Fuck…”

Jaemin got up from the bed with a curse, his movements rough as he pulled out his cigarette case. Click. After lighting one and inhaling deeply several times, his pounding heart slowed down a bit, but the self-loathing didn’t go away.

The cigarette burned long between his red lips.

I admit it.

I was jealous of Seol Daeyoung, who seemed to be born with everything I lacked, while at the same time, I wanted him to look at me. I danced around the triangle of hate, admiration, and love, eventually becoming a mess, unable to stop at any one point.

It was an absurd dream from the start. Before he knew their lives had changed, Jaemin had hoped to see how far Seol Daeyoung could go. Unlike him, who lived through all sorts of shit under Chairman Jang, he hoped that Seol Daeyoung, with his overwhelming presence, would change this messed-up world for the better.

…Because I thought he could do it.

Even after the melodramatic secret of his birth was revealed, Seol Daeyoung didn’t waver. Jaemin felt reassured seeing his eyes affirm that nothing had changed. He believed that regardless of who his father was, Daeyoung would assert his will. That’s why Jaemin thought everything would be fine if he just left. But…

The memory of that winter day, vivid as if it were yesterday, including the smell of the icy cement floor, was unforgettable, especially the moment Daeyoung appeared in his line of sight. After butchering the bastards who were panting over Jaemin, Daeyoung stood there, covered in blood and breathing heavily.

The moment when Jang Jaemin, unable to get rid of Seol Daeyoung quickly enough, plunged his own life into hell and altered Daeyoung’s life path as well.

“This shitty life… is the life I chose for you.”

“Ha…”

Jaemin’s hand, holding the cigarette down to the filter, trembled slightly.

Daeyoung had already realized what Jaemin had painfully come to understand, and that realization made Jaemin feel unbearable. He wanted to kill Seol Daeyoung, who recognized that he had been an obstacle in his life from beginning to end, and at the same time, Jaemin wanted to die.

At least Jaemin had the conscience not to speak of love after ruining someone’s life, but what about Daeyoung? He confesses with bloodshot eyes that his life became a mess because of you, but he loves you.

“Shitty bastard…”

He never wanted such a pathetic life. If this is love, he would choose not to have it willingly.

Jaemin hugged his head with his arms on his knees. Even the faint scent of alpha on the bed sheets made his lower abdomen hot. This meant he could already imagine how painful it must have been for Seol Daeyoung over the last seven years since they parted after marking. If they were to break up, Jaemin’s pain would be no less, perhaps even more.

Unlike before when he lost his memory, Jaemin now remembered everything with him. The moments when he opened his arms with a faint smile, the expression on Seol Daeyoung’s face when time seemed to stop as he confessed his love, and finally, the moments when he burned him with his whole body’s heat.

But he could no longer stay by Daeyoung’s side. That’s because his ego, as Jang Jaemin, could only be overcome by having his head smashed with a hammer or, as Seol Daeyoung said, by having his memories burned away to forget the past.

Next to Seol Daeyoung, he was the perpetrator who had changed his life from the start, the victim who was gang-raped in front of him, and ultimately, the pathetic parasite living beside him after turning him into a thug.

“Fuck!”

The table flew from Jaemin’s hand.

This isn’t me.

His self-esteem was at rock bottom, but his pride was sky-high, making this situation intolerable. Jaemin, with a reddened face, exhaled heavily as he stood up. He couldn’t stay here any longer. He had the intuition that if he was going to leave, now, when Seol Daeyoung was away, was his only chance.

With the decision made, his body moved on its own. He grabbed his passport, wallet, and car keys, then flung open the door to find three bodyguards he’d never seen before blocking his way.

“Move.”

“The chairman instructed us to be thorough with security tonight.”

“Fuck, aren’t you moving?”

He grabbed one by the collar and punched him in the face. Seeing a hint of anger in the man’s eyes, Jaemin’s blood boiled.

Thud!

Laughing at him, Jaemin hit the same spot again, clearly enraging his opponent. Jaemin knew how to provoke people.

“The next one will hurt more.”

His three whites stretched out, and his lips twisted, making the man, who was evidently pissed off, frown and signal to the other two. They must have been ordered by Seol Daeyoung not to touch him.

“This isn’t fun at all.”

Dealing with handicapped opponents was child’s play for Jaemin. He quickly passed through the men whose knees he had just broken and ran towards the garage. Only then did the bodyguards start to chase him with a threatening momentum, but it was too late.

His car, parked obediently, blinked its lights in welcome. Jaemin slid into the black sports car, started the engine, and floored it. With the engine roaring like it was tearing apart, the car shot forward, his heart beating wildly in sync with the accelerating speedometer, spreading hot blood throughout his body.

“Haah…”

Even the sound of the garage door, not fully open, crumpling with a thud excited Jaemin. Clutching the steering wheel tightly, he continued his thoughts while breathing heavily. Seol Daeyoung, intoxicated by the drug, must have left in a frenzy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left the house with such lax security.

Where should he go? What should he do next? The first person who came to mind was Seonho. As Jaemin reached for his phone, he bit his lip, then threw the device out the window.

Contacting him could wait until he was hidden. The bodyguards must have already informed Seol Daeyoung, and in this situation, anything he did would likely lead Daeyoung right to him.

The thought of ditching the car for a taxi came next. Jaemin sped out of the upscale neighborhood towards the city center. For the first time, the lights of the entertainment district, still shining past midnight, were a welcome sight.

“Taxi!”

Jaemin haphazardly parked his car on the side of the road, tossed the keys onto the seat, and ran out. As he dashed towards an oncoming taxi from the opposite lane, the driver slammed on the brakes.

“What are you doing, running out like that, you could’ve gotten killed!”

“Yongan Pier. Right now.”

With the demand for a long trip, the driver fell silent but still turned the wheel with evident displeasure. Jaemin suppressed the urge to push the driver aside and take the wheel himself. Causing a scene here might result in the police being called, complicating things further.

“I’ll pay ten times the fare if you get there in 30 minutes.”

“That’s impossible no matter what.”

“Twenty times. 40 minutes. It’s urgent.”

Thinking he might give it a try, the driver said, “Seems like you’re in a real hurry,” and stepped on the gas. Jaemin leaned back in the seat, slowly regulating his breath.

“There’s a fireworks show today, so traffic might be heavy. I’ll take a route I know.”

“Please do.”

His plan was to grab a fishing boat the moment he reached the pier. Who would have thought the experience of being chased by debt collectors would come in handy this way? Jaemin bit his lip, feeling a bitter taste. He needed to contact Seonho as soon as he left.

Of course, he didn’t plan to meet him in person. Once Seonho moved, it would be like revealing his position to Seol Daeyoung, so he needed to get information about Daeyoung’s situation from Seonho and find a fishing boat heading to Southeast Asia.

He also needed to prepare a passport in that situation. There are limits to moving illegally, so he would need a suitable fake passport.

Jaemin pulled out his wallet, stuffed deep in his pants. Feeling the thick wad of cash, aside from credit cards, he felt relief. His habit of always carrying cash hadn’t changed even after losing his memory. The problem was that since living with Seol Daeyoung, he rarely had to use his wallet.

With a bitter smile, Jaemin pulled out all the 50,000 won notes, and something else fell out, landing on the seat with a thud.

“…”

What’s this?

A small black object spun in Jaemin’s hand. Clearly, it wasn’t something he had put in there. With an ominous premonition, Jaemin’s brows furrowed instinctively.

“Oh, fuck…!”

The curse came from the taxi driver in front, not him. And then, Jaemin saw a car with its lights fully on charging straight towards them. Damn it. The driver violently turned the wheel, and Jaemin’s body slammed against the door.

Screech!

The passenger side of the car, which had skidded to a stop, was completely wrecked. Had the driver been a moment slower in turning the wheel, it would have been a massive accident. The taxi driver, now thoroughly enraged, started shouting as soon as he realized he was still alive.

“Is that crazy bastard out of his mind!”

Jaemin inhaled sharply, his face pale. He had a feeling he knew who the completely insane bastard was.

“You damn dog…”

Jaemin bit his lip and threw away the tiny GPS tracker he had been clutching in his sweaty hand, then burst out of the back seat. The taxi driver had already gotten out and was walking towards the other car, which had taken over half the road with its bright lights, gesturing angrily.

“I’m dying to die!”

There was no time to wait for the taxi driver to drag his feet. Jaemin had to bolt right now. Just as he squeezed himself into the empty driver’s seat and slammed the door shut, something happened.

Clunk! The door caught and then swung wide open again, causing Jaemin’s arm, which was holding the handle, to be yanked back violently, pulling his body along. Damn. The sheer brute strength that could instill fear was not something many people Jaemin knew possessed.

As frustration clouded his eyes, Jaemin’s soft hair was roughly grabbed, causing a pain as if his scalp was being torn off.

“Agh…! Let go… you bastard… ugh!”

More unbearable than the physical pain was the humiliation of being dragged out like a beast being led to slaughter. Even more intolerable was Daeyoung’s low voice whispering in his ear while gripping his face as if to crush it.

“What should we do, babe…?”

Jaemin’s eyelashes fluttered. He closed his eyes tight, elbowing Daeyoung’s abdomen hard, but Daeyoung’s body, like a heavy sandbag, didn’t budge. Jaemin noticed that Daeyoung’s body was about twice as hot as usual. Was it okay for a human body to be this warm…?

The question was soon answered.

“I tried to stay away as much as possible because I thought this might happen… but the moment I got the call that you ran, my rut started.”

A dry gulp went down Jaemin’s throat. Goosebumps ran from his ear, where Daeyoung’s lips touched, down his neck and spine. Although he had anticipated this, the reason he was trembling with fear was because of the faint laughter in Daeyoung’s voice.

“Actually… maybe I was looking forward to it…?”

As Jaemin tried to narrow his eyes to look at his face, Daeyoung laughed ominously and reached for the front of Jaemin’s pants. Jaemin felt his hair stand on end and gasped for air. Surely not… surely not…?

“…Seol Daeyoung…”

Jaemin stood in front of the crumpled, half-destroyed taxi, with Daeyoung pressing him from behind, looking like he had just caught a fugitive.

Thugs from Seol Daeyoung’s black sedan that had just arrived formed a circle around them, obscuring their view, but it didn’t change the fact that they were out in the open.

“Hey, Seol Daeyoung…!”

Jaemin tried to twist his torso, but he couldn’t move under Daeyoung’s weight.

“You fucking bastard…!”

As the buckle and zipper of his pants came undone, and his underwear was pulled down entirely, Jaemin’s neck veins bulged, but Daeyoung’s moist laughter only grew denser.

“Crazy, hngh!”

Warning bells rang in Jaemin’s head. This bastard, Seol Daeyoung, was about to fuck him right here on the street. Following his instinct, Jaemin tried to squeeze into the front seat.

“Fucking tight.”

As Daeyoung spread his buttocks apart like tearing them open, the hole that couldn’t withstand the force gaped open. Jaemin, half in the car, froze in a crouched position.

“What are you doing… hah…!”

Seol Daeyoung’s slick, swollen cock, soaked with copious amounts of pre-cum, thrust into Jaemin’s hole in one go, burying itself to the hilt. Rubbing his balls against Jaemin’s perineum with the intent of shoving even his testicles in, Daeyoung let out a satisfied moan.

“Hmm… it tastes better when you’re starved, Jaemin.”

Jaemin, mouth agape, couldn’t make a sound until he felt something slip out, followed by another sharp thrust that made him grip the handbrake.

“Hah…!”

The cock, lodged in his unprepared hole after a long time, felt like it would come out through his throat. His legs trembled, and his body went limp afterward. Seol Daeyoung’s sharp, self-deprecating murmur buzzed in Jaemin’s ears.

“Am I some kind of idiot for holding this back…?”

Goosebumps rose along Jaemin’s ears, neck, and arms from Seol Daeyoung’s raw words spoken in the heat of his rut, as if he were dealing with a different personality. This was his rut.

“Not paying attention? Fuck.”

Realizing Jaemin’s body had stiffened, Daeyoung thrust to the hilt again, turning his hips. The feeling of his insides being pressed and stretched made Jaemin gasp for breath.

Honk! Honk!

Due to one lane being blocked, passing cars honked loudly. Each honk made Jaemin’s body twitch involuntarily. At any moment, someone might peek through the cracked window and catch him being fucked by Seol Daeyoung.

“Haah…! Stop, fuck… uhk…!”

Daeyoung pushed his upper body into the cramped car, pressing his forearm on Jaemin’s back, starting to piston. The squelching sounds echoed from their joining, and goosebumps of pleasure rose on Jaemin’s neck where Daeyoung was licking.

“Should we go live with our fuck across the country?”

Seol Daeyoung whispered, nibbling at Jaemin’s ear, as if sensing his fear.

“Hng…!”

Jaemin’s thighs, kneeling on the driver’s seat, trembled weakly as his strength faded. The whisper was ominous, but that wasn’t the only thing making Jaemin fearful.

“So every Korean can clearly see whose hole this horny Jang Jaemin is.”

Despite his vulgar words, Jaemin couldn’t push Daeyoung away; the pheromones Daeyoung emitted during his rut were too powerful. Jaemin felt like his head was submerged in water filled with Daeyoung’s scent. All his senses were focused on one point. The car, enveloped in ecstasy, was too hot.

“Uhk…! Ahng…!”

“Yeah, I know. It’s so good you’re leaking.”

Thwack! Thwack! The relentless thrusts made Jaemin’s hole gape, leaking fluids. The pre-cum beading between the folds even made Daeyoung’s heavy balls slap against Jaemin’s perineum with each thrust, adding to the stimulation.

The garter holding his shirt snapped, pop, pop, one after another. As Daeyoung’s strong hands tore open his shirt, Jaemin’s erect nipples came into view.

Then, Daeyoung’s hot hand squeezed his chest as if to rip it off his body. The sensation of his hardened nipples being crushed between Daeyoung’s knuckle joints sent a sharp pleasure down Jaemin’s spine, making his urethra wet with arousal.

“What’s going on here?”

The scent that spread wasn’t an illusion; people were indeed gathering. Jaemin’s body instinctively shrank at the sounds from outside the car.

“What’s that smell…?”

Damn. Trying to hide like a turtle, Jaemin tucked his head in, but Daeyoung didn’t allow even that. His firm grip grabbed Jaemin’s hair, forcefully tilting his head back. Daeyoung’s voice, hoarse with desire, burned into Jaemin’s ear.

“Scared?”

Scared. Despite Jaemin’s eyes being wet from the heat, the situation was genuinely terrifying.

“If you stay quiet in my arms, there won’t be any problems. But, fuck, you’re the only one who doesn’t get it.”

Daeyoung bit into Jaemin’s cheek, breathing heavily.

“I’ll teach you where you’re safest.”

Jaemin buried his face into Daeyoung’s muscular forearm that wrapped around his head. Each time Daeyoung’s rugged cock struck his insides, Jaemin let out a soft, pained moan, “Hng, hng…!” He bit into Daeyoung’s veiny forearm, trying to suppress his moans.

“Looks like someone’s having sex outside, holy shit.”

The black-clad thugs Daeyoung brought with him were getting closer to the car where Daeyoung was fucking Jaemin. Though they all had their backs turned and hands behind them, forming a circle, it didn’t mean they could ignore what was happening inside.

“Haah…! Mmm…! Ah, ah…!”

Finally, an uncontrollable moan escaped Jaemin, prompting Daeyoung to curse and shove his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth. It wasn’t just the hole that was parched from absence; Jaemin greedily sucked on Daeyoung’s tongue, which moistened his dry mouth, accelerating the rough thrusts.

“Hng, hng, mm, ah, uhng…!”

In the end, Jaemin convulsed all over, climaxing. His pants grew wet, and cloudy semen dripped onto the seat, drip, drip.

“Who is giving off this scent? I want to see their face.”

As Jaemin’s omega pheromones spread through the air, more cars stopped around. The alpha’s rut pheromones also stirred the omegas in the vicinity.

“Shouldn’t we call the police? Oh…”

“You can’t come closer.”

Even in the voices of the thugs restraining the passersby, excitement was palpable. Jaemin couldn’t help but shiver from the humiliation proportional to the pleasure.

As the cock that had stretched his hole to its limits slipped out, his legs lost all strength. Seol Daeyoung, having forced his way into the driver’s seat, pushed back the seat and spun Jaemin around to sit him upright.

Thud! With the door slammed shut, the cramped space was cut off from the outside world.

“Haah… haah…”

Daeyoung, gazing at Jaemin’s face, now smeared with tears and saliva, proceeded to strip him of his shoes and trousers. With only his garter hanging shirt on, Jaemin’s thighs were spread back, touching the backrest.

“Hng…!”

Daeyoung’s cock plugged the gaping hole once more, thrusting deep enough for his thick pubic hair to scratch against Jaemin’s balls and perineum. He laughed, pressing his nose against Jaemin, who was folded in half.

“Did you think you could run away from me again?”

He was laughing, but Jaemin finally realized this was what Daeyoung did when he was truly out of his mind.

“Live forever in a place where not even a ray of light enters, eating only my cock, Jang Jaemin.”

“Stop… haah… stop it.”

“Stop what? We’re just getting started.”

Daeyoung grinned with his lips stretched wide and began to thrust. Thwack! Thwack! With each thrust, pleasure shot up Jaemin’s spine.

“Hng, no… ah.”

Jaemin struggled against the relentless thrusts targeting his most sensitive spots, but Seol Daeyoung only laughed, seemingly enjoying the sight.

“Do you really hate it? Haha…”

Jaemin, breathing heavily out of shame, opened his blurred eyes. His face, trapped between his thighs, turned bright red. His toes, sticking out above the backrest, curled involuntarily.

“I can only be so kind a few times… Jaemin… and it’s not like I’m testing your patience.”

While Jaemin couldn’t believe Daeyoung was crushing him like this, his pride, which even in death would not bow, whispered in his mind filled with both fear and pleasure. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted Seol Daeyoung to go mad and rape you.

“Hng…! Stop, fuck… ahng…! Get off… hngg!”

As Jaemin’s legs lost strength, Daeyoung pushed him against the seat, thrusting at a relentless pace. The more Jaemin resisted, the more excited Daeyoung became. The dark red cock kept going in and out of the now sloppy, dripping hole, bringing forth ecstasy.

“Shut up.”

Daeyoung’s brow furrowed sharply, and his hand slapped Jaemin’s cheek repeatedly, Slap! Slap! leaving handprints. Jaemin’s body, now perceiving even pain as pleasure, jolted as if electrocuted.

“Mmm! Hng…! Ah…! Hngg!”

In the end, Jaemin opened his mouth wide, moaning as if his throat would burst. Not satisfied, he reached out and flung open the car door Daeyoung had closed.

In fact, wouldn’t it be better if more people witnessed this scene? After all, Seol Daeyoung, or rather Jang Daeyoung, needed witnesses to shatter the logic he had spouted during his rut.

“Someone… call the police… haah…! Please…!”

Jaemin, moving his hips in sync with Daeyoung’s thrusts, cried tears of terrible pleasure. If these tears caught someone’s attention and they intervened, making this situation even more chaotic, that would be even better. Someone’s earlobe, flushed red, flickered in the corner of his teary eyes.

“Do you think calling the police will end this?”

Daeyoung’s beast-like eyes glinted as he caught Jaemin’s gaze.

“I’ll drag you into jail with me. And I’ll fuck you day and night there. In the laundry room, the bathroom, the yard, the guard’s room.”

In Jaemin’s mind, he pictured himself in prison, spreading his legs for Daeyoung, day and night. The scene was disturbingly natural because he knew Daeyoung was capable of such madness.

“We’ll become a notorious couple known for our good marriage, and you’ll bear my child in prison. Haha.”

Phew-!

With a long noise from the night sky, fireworks burst out with a Bang! The taxi driver’s words about traffic being blocked due to the fireworks were true. At the same time, sirens could be heard from afar. Of all times, now.

Jaemin’s lips twisted into a wry smile, but what came out was the moaning of an omega reaching orgasm.

“Haah… ah! Mmm…!”

Among the crowd blocked by bodyguards, someone stood on another’s shoulders to see over the crowd. When Jaemin saw the person with a phone camera in the air, his face froze.

Even in his rut, Seol Daeyoung didn’t miss his omega’s expression. He quickly turned his head to find the cause and instinctively shoved Jaemin’s face into his neck. The flash went off, Flash!, right when Seol Daeyoung, his eyes bloodshot, glared murderously at the person, shielding his omega.

How he got home was a fragmented memory. What he remembered was Seol Daeyoung beating someone down and a couple of thugs trying to restrain him flying off. The moment they heard the sirens, several thugs managed to shove him into the car.

The assurance from someone that they would handle the situation seemed not to reach Seol Daeyoung’s ears. He had no reason while biting and kissing Jaemin’s body like cargo, mounting him and fucking him.

“You can never escape, Jang Jaemin.”

“Ahng…! Mmm…! Stop, ng, uh…!”

“You’re mine. Ha… because you’re my omega!”

Whether there was someone in the driver’s seat or not was of no concern to Daeyoung. With his face pressed against the car window, being fucked from behind, Jaemin fully understood why Daeyoung had to hide in the mountains during his ruts.

“Crazy… bastard, hng…! Stop… stop!”

Semen poured out from the cock that had stretched and filled his hole. The alpha’s cock in rut seemed intent on filling the omega’s womb with its cum. Jaemin felt his entire body melting like tissue paper as the cum, a mass of pheromones, filled his belly.

When did he pass out?

After arriving home, when Seol Daeyoung hoisted him over his shoulder like luggage, Jaemin barely opened his eyes. His body, covered by Daeyoung’s jacket, was now completely naked, but that fact didn’t surprise him. Daeyoung’s alpha cum was running down Jaemin’s long legs.

“Make sure no one comes in for 72 hours.”

Hearing Daeyoung give the order to someone as he set him down on the sofa, Jaemin struggled to stand up with his trembling legs.

Damn. Jaemin’s long eyelashes fluttered. The only thing that his feelings of a fire burning in his stomach and his rapid, heavy breathing indicated was clear.

The jacket Daeyoung had draped over him fell to the floor, but he had no time to care. Staggering across the living room, he opened the nearest door and entered. It was Daeyoung’s study.

“Haah… ha…”

His whole body now felt like it was on fire. Even rubbing his cheeks against the cold wall didn’t alleviate the heat.

The sound of the locked door clicking open was heard. Jaemin clenched his teeth and panted. Pre-cum dripped from his pressed cock against the wall, drip, drip, and from behind, where he was involuntarily gaping, Daeyoung’s semen mixed with his fluids, dripping out in clumps.

Knock. Knock.

The knock from outside echoed in Jaemin’s ears.

“Fuck… hng…”

Thud! Thud! The sound of knocking mixed with the pounding of his own heart. Jaemin painfully bit his lip, sliding down the wall. If this heat was the result of fate, arriving at the moment he least desired, then the luck Seol Daeyoung was born with was of a caliber that couldn’t be ruined by such trivialities.

“Ha, ah… hng…”

Even arriving at his study like an idiot was proof of Daeyoung’s luck, wasn’t it? From the black bookshelves, the black chair, the black-and-white framed pictures, to the thin leather carpet that matched his ambiance, everything seemed to exude Daeyoung’s presence.

Jaemin, as if entranced, moved towards the black desk. He knew it was too late, but if there were any drugs, they might ease the symptoms. He opened each drawer with trembling hands but found nothing he was looking for.

Frowning and staggering, Jaemin looked at the photos that fell in clumps from the last drawer he roughly dropped to the floor.

The photos, devoid of fingerprints, indicating they had been recently printed, all featured Jang Jaemin. In the photos taken with a flash, Jaemin was captured in deep sleep, looking utterly at peace.

The faint smell of tobacco he sometimes felt at dawn and the sensation of the cock thrusting into him from behind without any context made his hole wet with fluids. He felt like he was going crazy with itchiness.

“Fuck… haah…”

This wasn’t what he wanted. Jaemin scattered the photos across the floor and shut his eyes tightly. It was his limit.

He slumped to the floor, pulling Daeyoung’s robe that was carelessly draped over the chair to cover his nose. His whole body felt like it was evaporating as if a drop of water had been dropped into a desert, yet he couldn’t stop inhaling Daeyoung’s scent.

“Jang Jaemin.”

Thud! Thud! The sounds were growing louder, as was the pounding of his heart, which felt like it was about to burst. Maybe it would be better to just die from suffocation like this.

Thwack!

Finally, the door hinges broke off, and Jaemin’s eyes met Daeyoung’s, who stood behind the door.

Spread-legged, leaning against the desk leg, covered in Daeyoung’s bite marks, Jaemin panted. It wasn’t just his breath that was coming and going rapidly. Watching Jaemin’s hand moving between his widely spread legs, Daeyoung swallowed dryly, then twisted his neck towards his shoulder.

“Haah… haah… nng…”

Even as Jaemin couldn’t bear the shame in Daeyoung’s furrowed gaze, he couldn’t stop his hand. It wouldn’t stop. Squeak. Thud. Squeak. His long fingers passed through the red hole, making the black tattoo on the back of his hand glisten with the fluids.

“Hng… hngg…”

His cock, erect to his navel, moved on its own, but satisfying an omega in heat with his own hands was impossible.

“Ah, hng… hng!”

Jaemin, with tears welling up, grimaced at his beautiful face. The moans mixed with sobs coming from his open red lips were like a plea, but to some, it could sound like an enchanting song.

“Jaemin-ah.”

And finally, Daeyoung opened his arms to him. Jaemin had certainly experienced this situation once before. It was that summer day when he was twenty-three, during a festival when his heat had flared, and Seol Daeyoung had “saved” him. That day, under the guise of saving him, Daeyoung had devoured everything about him.

“Come here. I’ll help you.”

His voice was gentle, as if bestowing mercy upon Jaemin. Watching Daeyoung remove his shirt, Jaemin withdrew his hand from his hole. Drip. The mixture of Seol Daeyoung’s cum and his own fluids that had clumped inside him now soaked the carpet.

“You look beautiful even when you’re leaking from behind. You.”

Jaemin’s body trembled and shook, unable to reply. Reason seemed to have vanished, leaving only instinct. It didn’t matter what shameful things Daeyoung said. Or even if he tore his body apart. As long as he could have sex with him right now.

“Haah…”

In trying to ensnare Daeyoung, Jaemin had fallen into his own trap. He knew too well what would happen next. He would cling to Daeyoung, begging to be fucked over and over. His body in heat could not reject the alpha before him.

As he tried to get up, a low voice that made him hold his breath echoed through the room.

“You should crawl to me, Jaemin-ah.”

“…”

As Jaemin’s red eyes narrowed, Daeyoung curled his lips.

“Apology is beyond your character…”

Unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper, Daeyoung’s cock, as thick as his forearm, caught Jaemin’s blurry vision.

“I’ll act like I don’t know if you kneel and beg.”

Daeyoung began to masturbate, stroking his dark red cock. Seeing the large head of his cock moving in and out of his large hand, Jaemin’s hole involuntarily expanded and contracted. His entire body was drenched, yet his mouth felt dry.

The instinct that had devoured his reason was screaming inside him. You want this too. You know the only way to quench this thirst is for Seol Daeyoung’s cock to fuck you mercilessly.

“Why, don’t you want it?”

What kept Jaemin from collapsing was Daeyoung’s twisted smile, devoid of any guilt. No, what burned in his eyes was anger, not guilt. The command was clear: in the past or now, only I can save you.

Daeyoung, revealing his true face, was crueler than Jaemin had anticipated. Jaemin thought it was rather fortunate. If Daeyoung had professed his love to him, that would have been more unbearable.

“…I don’t want it.”

“…What did you say?”

The smile vanished from Daeyoung’s face. As Jaemin watched the black, lustful pupils with red flames, he opened his trembling lips.

“I said I don’t want it, Chairman Jang.”

A single tear ran down from his eyes, lost in ecstasy.

“You’re just like your father.”

And then Daeyoung exploded. With blue veins popping in his neck, he charged at Jaemin, seeing nothing but the need to subjugate this omega. The alpha, consumed by the instinct to subdue, had long lost his reason.

“…Hngg…!”

Despite his intentions, Jaemin found himself crawling on all fours. The moment he felt Daeyoung’s furious cock thrust into him from behind, Thwack!, the sensation of a mad beast biting his nape followed. Only then could Jaemin finally wail.

Sejun once laughed and said that if the cycles of alphas and omegas matched, how much love would overflow in this world.

He had said it would be a sure solution to the rapidly decreasing population that the government desired, and since there would be no forced mating during heat or rut, any conflicts that might arise afterward would disappear. What had he thought when he heard Sejun’s words?

“Get on.”

Jaemin mechanically climbed onto the alpha’s long-stretched body and sat down, grabbing the erect cock.

As he sat on it, the cock, covered in fluids, disappeared and reappeared between the sloppy, wet hole, and murky semen leaked from Jaemin’s urethra. It didn’t matter much; the bed sheet was already beyond dirty.

“Faster.”

A low voice mixed with rough breaths commanded him again. Jaemin complied, tensing his thighs to the point where they became hard, because he knew that following his orders would maximize the pleasure.

“Don’t just put the head in, go all the way to the base.”

It felt like the pleasure point was being crushed, about to burst. Panting as he followed Daeyoung’s commands, Jaemin eventually collapsed trembling on Daeyoung’s body.

“What do you want me to do?”

All Daeyoung wanted, while tightly gripping Jaemin’s hair, was one thing.

“Haah… do it.”

“Why should I?”

“…I love you.”

Jaemin’s eyes, now clouded as if devoid of reason, pleaded exactly as Daeyoung wanted, but Daeyoung acted as if he didn’t see it.

“I know.”

As the firm body embraced Jaemin to the point of breaking, intense movements followed from his lower body. The tongue that ravaged his mouth sucked him as if to devour him entirely, and clear fluid finally flowed from Jaemin’s blood-red cock, wetting Daeyoung’s abdomen.

“Relax.”

Even with words that foretold endless pounding, there was no longer any fear. But realizing Jaemin’s body was tensing up despite himself, Daeyoung used physical force to spread him to his limits. He felt Daeyoung’s ejaculation inside him, making his thighs tremble until they could no longer be spread.

“Haah… hng…!”

With all strength gone from Jaemin’s body, Daeyoung’s familiar command echoed once more in his ear.

“Shake like that.”

Turn around. Shake. Spread. Suck. Swallow. Lie down. Look at me.

These were the words Jaemin mostly heard from him over the past two days. Jaemin raised his hips, reaching back to touch Daeyoung’s thighs. As he slowly shook the cock that was buried to the hilt, Daeyoung groaned, lifting his head.

“Fuck, it feels so good, Jang Jaemin.”

Each time the cock with its rough texture pressed against his prostate, Jaemin’s body spasmed. The semen that couldn’t be contained by his hole thickened with friction, creating obscene noises every time he moved. Watching Jaemin rotate his hips above him, Daeyoung’s breathing grew rougher. Finally, he sat up abruptly, grabbing Jaemin by the back of the head.

“Fuck… open your mouth.”

“Ha… haah…”

“Where do you think you’re going doing this? Huh? You fucking bastard…”

“Quickly… quickly, cum in me… hng…! Hmm…”

Responding to Daeyoung’s greedy kiss, swirling with saliva, Jaemin thought that overlapping rut and heat was akin to giving up on being human. Unfortunately, there was no one in this world to share that answer with.

✽ ✽ ✽

Daeyoung’s rut ended a bit shorter than the 72 hours he had spoken of, after fully passing two days and half a day into the morning. As Daeyoung’s pheromones subsided, Jaemin’s heat also calmed down, which was a new experience for him. However, during that time, the number of times they had sex was incomparable to their initial relay sex in the Tokyo hotel.

The desktop on Daeyoung’s study desk was lying shattered on the floor (Jaemin had been fucked from behind while his face was buried sideways on the desk), and the bedroom was a complete mess too. The mirror in the bathroom was cracked, and the water in the bathtub, cold and still, bore the traces of their dirty lovemaking.

Click.

When Jaemin, who had been dozing off watching the blue dawn, opened the door, it was around 10 AM. He saw Daeyoung sitting on the sofa, basking in the slanted morning sunlight. His eyes, under the robe, were shaded darker than usual.

“…”

Slowly turning his head to meet Jaemin’s gaze, he said nothing. The pheromones that had been choking Jaemin were gone. Only the savory smell of food stimulated Jaemin’s sense of smell. As he inhaled deeply the scent of freshly toasted bread from the wide table, his stomach felt a bit queasy.

“I’m leaving.”

As Jaemin spoke briefly, Daeyoung finally opened his mouth.

“…And then?”

His voice was calm, but the gray ash falling from the cigarette between his fingers clearly showed his state of mind. Jaemin, dressed in loose training pants and a t-shirt, looked like he was just heading to the convenience store in front of the house.

“Why, is that not good?”

Jaemin asked nonchalantly, running his hand through his tousled hair. The atmosphere was so calm and ordinary that it was hard to recall the intense pushing and pulling from the night before.

“No way.”

Daeyoung’s expression was as serene as the surface of water glistening in the sunlight. Jaemin felt this entire situation was surreal, like the calm before a storm.

Finally recognizing the cigarette burnt down to the filter, Daeyoung shook his head as he crushed the butt in the ashtray.

“Just reminded me of when we were young. High school.”

Daeyoung’s Adam’s apple moved silently. Jaemin knew Daeyoung wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Daeyoung, aware that Jaemin had made up his mind to leave, wouldn’t be foolish enough to reminisce.

“We’re too old to act like high schoolers.”

As Jaemin slightly raised his voice while watching Daeyoung light another cigarette without a word, he felt hungry but light, despite having gone through a brutal heat. His mind was clear, and he supposed Seol Daeyoung’s was too.

In fact, Jaemin had been uncertain until he opened the door. He was slightly worried that Seol Daeyoung might try to stop him from leaving, but it seemed he had no such intention. …Fortunately.

“I’m going to stay at the old place until I find a new one. Did you clear out my apartment?”

“…No.”

Jaemin had expected that. He nodded and continued,

“The code is the same, right?”

Daeyoung answered silently with a look. It didn’t matter; he could always break the door down. Now was truly time to leave.

“If you need to send anything, send it there. If I need anything, I’ll contact someone.”

As he turned around, Daeyoung’s deep voice fell on the back of Jaemin’s head.

“Have breakfast before you go.”

Jaemin swallowed dryly and spoke without turning around.

“I’m not really in the mood.”

The voice that had now come closer from behind spoke above his head.

“Eat before you go, Jaemin-ah.”

“Seol Daeyoung.”

“I’m not going to apologize. I’m not even planning to try anything.”

His trembling low voice was not to Jaemin’s liking. Jaemin couldn’t look at Daeyoung’s face. Despite the time spent, the things that hadn’t been expelled from inside him flowed down his body.

If he delayed any longer, he might be swayed by Seol Daeyoung again. He didn’t even like himself for dawdling with unnecessary words. Honestly, Jaemin wasn’t sure if he could handle Daeyoung trying to hold him back.

“Don’t be pathetic and let me go.”

Jaemin’s body turned slowly under Daeyoung’s touch. Seeing Jaemin’s pale face wet with tears, Daeyoung clenched his teeth. His expression looked like he was in agony, as if spitting blood, then a low voice slowly came out.

“If you leave now, you and I are done.”

The heart that he thought had already burst felt a heavy thud again. Jaemin looked at him silently, crying. Tears fell from his smooth, statue-like face, dropping from his chin.

“Thank you.”

As Jaemin exhaled a wet breath and spoke briefly, Daeyoung’s breathing grew hot and rough.

“I know you deliberately triggered my rut.”

“Are you backing out?”

“Listen properly.”

Daeyoung, while eyeing the clear red handprint on Jaemin’s neck, furrowed his brows and swallowed dryly. His hoarse voice squeezed through his vocal cords.

“I tried to understand you, but I have my limits too.”

His large hands that held Jaemin’s shoulders trembled.

“No matter how hard I try, if you don’t accept me, it means nothing.”

“Daeyoung-ah.”

“No. Listen to me first.”

Jaemin called him softly, but Daeyoung didn’t stop. He must have known, that now or never was the moment. That this was their last.