Without a doubt in the world [19 days]

Chapter Three

Guanshan's night could have easily been described by one word. Dreadful. All in all, he probably slept for 45 minutes. Maybe even less. Sweating through 3 t-shirts and his whole bedsheet wasn't something that he was particularly fond of. He never imagined his body could produce so much fluid in the course of a couple of hours. His mother, bless her heart, knew what was going on the moment she stepped into their little apartment. She instantly dropped everything and packed his room with water bottles, extra sheets, wipes, and towels. Being an omega as well, she knew the ins and outs of everything surrounding heats. Guanshan couldn't describe how grateful he was to his mother, but a certain part of him was embarrassed for not being able to keep himself in check and giving her extra trouble. Their relationship was always close. With his father long gone behind bars, Guanshan grew to trust his mother the most, but not enough to tell her about the earlier events with He Tian. He's still trying to process the whole event.

By some absolute miracle, with some of his mom's makeup that he borrowed, Guanshan has successfully hidden the massive hickey on his neck. The Alpha's scent on his skin, not so much. His mother has given him multiple looks and small smiles, though her face was mostly filled with concern.

Guanshan wonders what was going through her head as he lays on his bed in just his underwear, a fan aimed at his back. Sometime in the middle of the night, he sneaked out of his room to go find it in their storage, then proceeded to assemble it on his bedroom floor. He is thankful for his basic handy skills that helped him to get the fan working. He has to admit that it would have been a thousand times easier if his body wasn't torturing him at that moment. His hands were shaking and he felt faint.

The cold air on his back is soothing just to an extent; the rest of his body is in pure hell. He switches from looking at the bland wall to his phone, staring at the messages between him and Buzzcut. The other man's name is Huang Zhi, but everyone has started to call him Buzzcut after he shaved his head in 2nd grade and has never let it grow more than an inch since then.

Not coming in until next Monday. Sick.

6:46am          - Mo

Buzzcut, as always, replies within seconds. They've been best friends since elementary school, and a part of Guanshan feels bad for lying to him about his dynamic. He wonders if he would be disappointed or sad if he were to tell him.

Ah, shit. I hope you feel better soon, boss. Do you want me to bring you your homework?

6:46am          - Buzz

Give it to Jian Yi. He own s me, anyway.

6:46am          - Mo

Buzzcut sends back a thumbs-up emoji and goes offline. Guanshan signs and puts his phone away. His eyelids feel heavy, and if his body would let him, he would sleep for at least 10 hours. Yet here he is, wanting to be held and to get laid. He has normal dirty thoughts like any other person his age, but the amount he has had in the last few hours is beyond concerning. Since he laid down in bed, he has done 4 things in total. Be frustrated, jerk off, sleep for 5 minutes, and repeat.

Suddenly, he hears a soft knock on his door. Guanshan lifts his head up as he watches his mother enter his room with his bag. He doesn't remember leaving it outside his room. "How are you doing, love?" she asks and sits next to him, rubbing his wet back. He turns away from her, feeling absolutely embarrassed. He knows that this is natural and completely normal, but part of him is screaming on the inside to kick her out of his room. "I hate this mom." She hums in agreement and takes a nearby towel, trying to dry his completely soaked hair.

"You know, I snooped in your bag a bit and found these shirts," his mom starts, and Guanshan sits up quickly, staring at her in slight shock. He was absolutely certain that he had left them back at the penthouse. With a horrific realization and without any seconds to spare, he walks over to his closet and looks at the shirt in the hamper that he has used to wipe his sweat and other bodily fluids. And there it was, with the Gucci tag and everything. He was so sure that it was his shirt and now realizes that, in the midst of the heat, he accidentally forgot to take his own shirt home. He's going to be sick again. He Tian is going to skin him alive and send his body back to his family.