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02. Mingyu/Wonwoo

Mingyu

My cell phone jolts me out of sleep. It's still so damn early, but it's the ringtone from Heat Helpers and I scramble to answer.

The robotic voice tells me the information I need. Wonwoo. A virgin omega in heat for the first time.

Luckily, my client doesn't live too far from me, so I have time to wash up. I'm scrubbed clean in record time, grumbling at Heat Helpers for giving me only thirty minutes to get there. But it's fine. Omegas can't help when they need an alpha and I'm happy to be there.

Virgins are my specialty, at least that's what others have told me. I've taken virgin omegas from their first time through several years before they find an alpha outside of the Helpers. I'm good because I don't get attached, not wanting my heart to get stomped on ever again.

I dress simply in sweatpants and a Heat Helpers t-shirt. Nothing fussy to get in the way since I won't be wearing it for long. I grab my winter coat and bag of supplies from my coat closet on the way out the door. My pickup truck purrs to life and I'm on the road.

The sweet tunes of classical music fill the cab to help get me in the right headspace. I can't come in frazzled or it'll spook the omega. I'm a white-tailed deer shifter and usually exceptionally calm, which means I'm well-suited to help soothe omegas. I could have gone into nursing or other caregiving careers, but I chose an alternate path.

As I drive, I take deep breaths and visualize a good heat where everything goes right and I have another happy client to tend to every month. I run through my checklist in my head. Supplies, check. Birth control, check. Cell phone on silent, check. And the list goes on.

Every alpha at Heat Helpers takes birth control. It's required. Omegas need alpha cum to get through their heat but don't want to get pregnant. Over the decades, Heat Helpers ushered in research on alpha birth control that's effective and has low to no side effects. I've happily taken it for the last five years and no little Mingyus are running around, so I know it works. But every once in a while, I get a touch of fear that maybe the next omega will be the one. Not that we're reckless. Every alpha also uses spermicide and, when requested, condoms for anal or vaginal penetration. I keep my kit up to date with fresh supplies every month.

I pull up to the apartment building. It's two levels. Wonwoo is on the second floor, and I frown when I notice that the door to the apartment I'm supposed to go to is slightly open. Something isn't right. Grabbing my bag, I get out of my truck and take the stairs to the apartment two at a time.

Even before I get to the door, I'm bombarded by omega pheromones. Familiar omega pheromones.

Hopefully, he doesn't live by alphas that will take advantage of him. His scent teases me in a way only one other omega has. Its honeysuckle and rose petals, so harmoniously blended that I can feel it in my soul. I draw the scent over my tongue and knock on the door. Surely my client isn't Jeon Wonwoo?

No answer. But the rush of running water and loud sobbing comes from inside. My heart clenches. Something is very very wrong.

"Wonwoo? It's Mingyu from Heat Helpers. Can I come in?"

No answer again. My instincts drive me to push the door open and follow the scent and sounds until I get to a closed bathroom door.

I knock, drawing a scream from the man inside. My caregiving desire rises, wanting to hold him, take care of him.

"It's Mingyu from Heat Helpers. Password chrysanthemum, can I come in?"

"Yes," a broken sob comes from the other side, and I don't wait one more second to open the door.