DESIRE | sanhwa

chp. seven

A few hours passed by since the end of the tour with San, walking down the hall that the blonde had shown to him, a hand in his pocket while the other held his schedule. His next lecture would be in thirty minutes. Folding the white sheet and stuffing it in his pocket, he pulled out his phone instead, unlocking it and pressing the most recent contact.

The line didn't ring for too long, a woman answering on the other end.

"Lee Co & Co, what may I do for you today?"

"I'm surprised, you call me yet don't recognize my number." Seonghwa stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

"Mr. Park," The girl breathes out, "I'll transfer you to our bosses line."

Seonghwa hummed, leaning against the sink as the line quickly switched over to an older male who loudly greeted him, "Mr. Park! I'm glad we could finally reach you!"

"I'm sure. Are the flies ready?"

"Always getting straight to the point. Just like you, sir-"

"Are they ready?" Seonghwa cut him off, tired of the elder always rambling on, avoiding the answer to his questions.

"Ah, hah..." He laughed awkwardly on the other line, "About that... today we were preparing them for you, having completed them and covering the other traces. We were planning to send them to you early today, I think that deserves some-"

"Get to the point, Mr. Lee." Seonghwa snarled, his temper rising from how the man was dancing around the answer.

"They were stolen." The older quickly spoke, his loud voice now almost a whisper as he said so.

"By who?"

"We're not sure, sir. We checked the CCTV's, but they knew what they were doing, it's all gone. The recordings and files."

Seonghwa's hand had a death grip on the sink, knuckles turning white, all the while trying to keep his temper under control.

"I'll send someone to check it out themselves. If I find out that those files got into the wrong hands, I will personally pay you and your employee's a visit." To anyone else, it may sound like he would just go there to scold him, but his version of scolding was to leave bodies in pools of their own blood.

"Yes, sir." His voice squeaked and he ended the call. Shoving his phone into his pocket, turning around and slamming his hand down on the sink counter. "Fuck."

Head down and his hair covering his eyes, he didn't see who made the noise, first instinct being to shove them against a wall, holding his arm against their neck.

"Hm, I'm not really into choking, bondage is definitely something to consider though." Seonghwa dropped his arm from the throat of the omega, who blinked at him, unbothered that he was just shoved against the bathroom wall.

"What the fuck are you doing here, San?"

"Peeing. This is the bathroom, you know."

Seonghwa stayed quiet, San still pinned between him and the wall. "The pills wore off." Seonghwa murmured, taking in a deep inhale of the omega's addicting scent. The blood that was boiling before soothing as vanilla filled his senses. The alpha inside him was content, but wanted the scent to be stronger, pushing Seonghwa's head down to the crook of San's neck, nose over his scent glad.

San felt a shiver go down his spine, "What are you doing..."

Seonghwa didn't answer, his face moving up slightly, parting his lips and pressing his tongue on San's soft skin, nipping at his collarbone. San bit down on his moan, his hands moving up to grabs Seonghwa's arms, squeezing them as he felt the alpha leave a fresh hickey right beside his scent gland.

San whimpers as Seonghwa places open mouth kisses all up his neck, making his way down his jawline, up his chin until his nose is right on San's, breath tickling the omega's lips.

"Seonghwa..." San is breathless from the new mark that took place where he would've had a mating mark, had he actually had a mate.

Finally, the alpha closes the gap with no interference by San, who didn't hesitate to accept the kiss, moving his mouth against Seonghwa's, their tongues moving against each other in a wet dance. Seonghwa's hands grabbed San's thighs, lifting the boy off the floor. Wrapping his legs around the older's waist, hands moving to get tangled up in Seonghwa's black hair.

The little discomfort of being held up on the cool, hard surface of the bathroom wall was completely ignored by San, who's moans were swallowed by the alpha holding him against the wall.

Keeping one hand on San's thigh, the other moving up under San's sweater, tracing the bare skin before gripping tightly on San's hips.

The omega's lungs were on fire, the air being sucked from his lungs greedily. San throws his head back, allowing himself to catch a few desperate breaths as his nape gets attacked hungrily by Seonghwa's teeth, "Fuck, you're so hot."

The alphas hot breath on San's neck and the praise made him whine, his fingers that had threaded in his hair pulling tight, making the older hiss. In response to San's death grip in his hair, he bit down hard on a light hickey, his goal to make it darker and visible to anyone and everyone.

San bit down on his lip, desperately trying to contain his moans, to the point that he broke skin and cut his lip, drawing blood. Seonghwa finally unlatched himself from San's neck, kissing his way back up until he noticed San's bleeding lip.

"Oh baby." He whispered. San took his bottom lip into his mouth, hiding the cut from the alpha. The hand Seonghwa had on San's waist moved out from under San's sweater, slowly making its way to the omega's face, taking hold of his chin, "Let me see."

He gently tugged on the skin below his bottom lip, forcing San's lip out of hiding. He took a look, the pad of his thumb grazing over his lip, stopping at the corner before he leaned in and kissed San's bottom lip.

San whimpered, legs going weak, loosing his hold on Seonghwa and sliding down the wall with his hands losing the tight hold he had in Seonghwa's hair. His hands dragged down from the soft tufts of black hair, to rest on his neck. Their foreheads were resting against each other, breaths mingling together in the small space that separated them. They were still for a few moments, minds foggy with lust and the air filled with arousal.

San broke the calming stillness, moving his hands down Seonghwa's back, feeling his muscles contract under his touch, moving down further until he reached the start of Seonghwa's jeans. Slipping one finger into his jeans, he made his way to the front of the alpha's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, so he could slip his hand in.

He heard the older's groan as he began palming him through his boxers, a hand propped Seonghwa up while the other went to snatch San's wrist, stopping his movements.

"Do you really want me to stop?" San whispered, looking up at Seonghwa through his lashes. He knew by the scent of Seonghwa that he most definitely did not want him to stop. In fact, the older probably wanted to fuck him right here in the Universities bathroom, and San was right about that, the alpha admitting to it himself.

"Fuck no. I want to fuck you into the wall right now. Pound into you so that you're screaming my name and everyone can hear it. But that's not the kind of impression I want to make on my first day." San felt a chill go down his spine as he heard the possessiveness in Seonghwa's voice, however, he obliged, pulling his hand away from the alphas boxers and walking out from where he was pinned against the wall.

He stopped in front of the mirror, fixing his hair and sweater, making his best attempt at hiding the blooming flowers of purple that Seonghwa had left on him. As he fixed his appearance, he took a glance at Seonghwa who was leaning against the wall, arms folded, while San could see the obvious erection in his pants.

"See you later." San said and left the bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened in the bathroom—like they weren't just sucking each other's faces a few minutes ago. However, Seonghwa is only more intrigued by the other, chuckling before entering a stall to deal with what San had done to him.