"HEY!" Beomgyu bangs on the door, which rattles in distress against his heavy hand, frantic to have anyone listen to him. "Let me out, it's been long enough now!" Beomgyu pleads and then pauses, breathing heavily while he waits for the sound of any people on the other side of the locked door.
When he hears not a single person on the other side, he pouts his fists violently again the door again. "IT'S BEEN FIVE DAYS! LET ME OUT!"
Beomgyu paces away from the door, hands shaking as he runs them from his hair and grips it, unable to calm his racing heart. "I'm going to go fucking crazy..." he whimpers before storming back over to the door, repeating the same gesture as before.
"IT'S SAFE TO SAY WE'RE BONDED, NOW LET ME OUT SO I CAN GO SEE HIM!"
Beomgyu's urgent cries fall on deaf ears and he whimpers pathetically, turning around and hitting his back off his door. His back slides down the length of the door until he's sitting with his elbows perched on his knees and head in hands, body shaking as he sobs.
A couple minutes pass when a gentle knock comes from the other side of the door and Beomgyu scrambles to his feet as the lock clicks and the door opens.
A woman with grey hair tied up in a bun slips inside, smiling at him with pity and taking in his figure. In her hands is a clipboard and pen, she guides the pen over the paper attached to her clipboard before tutting to herself.
"Bear with me a second, dear." The elderly woman points up her finger before she turns her back to him and locks the door. "Just to ensure you don't try anything..." She smiles awkwardly, wrinkles surrounding her eyes.
"Don't try anything?" Beomgyu raises a brow, offended by her insinuation.
"Excuse me for my bluntness dear... It's just that at this stage of your confinement, you're experiencing hyper-aggression and there have been past situations where omegas have used that to their advantage to escape these facilities."
Beomgyu grunts, mentally admitting that he had thought of doing that when she'd first opened the door. His fingers flex at his sides from the reminder, tempted to see if he could overpower her and steal the key he'd notice her slip into her blue slacks.
He turns his head to the side and clears his throat. "What's that?" He turns back to her, attention on the board her aged hands clutch onto.
"Ah!" she exclaims as if suddenly reminded she's holding it. "Beomgyu, I'm Beta Ryu and I'll be recording data on your current status. This will help us determine how much longer you need in here."
"I don't need any longer in here-"
"How many days ago did you arrive at the facility?"
"Shouldn't you already know that?" Beomgyu frowns, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
"We do. It's to check that your thoughts are still coherent, dear."
Beomgyu huffs and rolls his eyes. "Five," he answers moodily, glancing around the room he's made a mess of and down at his body. Yeonjun's hoodie drowns him yet Annie Kim was right, it provides no comfort. He needs Yeonjun. "Which is efficient enough, you can let me out now."
"Have you experienced any unusual pain throughout your stay here that could be caused by a bond?"
"What? No-" he lies. They started during the third night, the occasional sharp pain in his lower abdomen, he'd put it down to the poor food quality.
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