Tw! (Slightly mature content)
Third person pov
Han Jisung stirred awake in the middle of the night, his throat dry and parched. Groaning softly, he reached for his phone, switching on the flashlight to guide his way downstairs. The wooden stairs creaked under his weight, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent house.
Jisung rubbed his eyes, shuffling into the kitchen. He flicked on the light, squinting at the sudden brightness. His gaze wandered to the living room, where an overcoat lay draped over the couch—his father’s. Jisung’s brows furrowed slightly. "When did he get home?"
Shrugging off the thought, he opened the refrigerator, only to be met with disappointment. The shelves were empty of water bottles. Sighing, he scanned the room and spotted a lone bottle on the dining table.
Jisung trudged over, unscrewed the cap, and tilted it to his lips. The cool liquid soothed his throat, and he let out a soft hum of relief. But his peace was short-lived.
“HAN JISUNG!”
The booming voice made him flinch, the bottle slipping slightly in his grip. His father stormed into the room, his face a mix of anger and panic. Before Jisung could react, the bottle was snatched from his hands, water splashing onto the floor.
“What are you doing?!” Jisung stammered, startled by the sudden aggression.
“You were about to drink that! Do you have any idea what’s in there?” his father demanded, his voice shaking.
Jisung blinked, confusion mounting. “What…? It’s just water.”
“No, it’s not!” his father snapped, his stern expression faltering, revealing fear. Jisung’s chest tightened, unease creeping in.
“You’re just useless, Jisung!” his father bellowed, his frustration spilling over.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CALL ME USELESS, DAD?” Jisung screamed, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Dad? Huh! You don’t deserve to be called that! You’ve never been a good father to me! I bet you’re a terrible husband too!” His body trembled with rage and hurt.
“You little—” The alpha’s hand shot up, poised to strike, but before it could land, Jisung cried out, clutching his stomach as pain tore through him. He doubled over, curling into himself, his breaths shallow and erratic.
“Shit!” His father hissed, gripping his hair in frustration. He snatched up Jisung’s phone and demanded, “What’s the password?” His hands shook, his usually stern demeanor replaced with panic.
“Why the hell would I tell you?” Jisung spat, his voice shaky from the pain.
“Please, Jisung!” his father shouted, desperation cracking his voice. “I can’t lose you too—not like I lost your mother!” A single tear slipped down his cheek, his hardened exterior crumbling.
Jisung sobbed, his resolve breaking. Through his tears, he whispered the password.
With trembling fingers, Heejung unlocked the phone and scrolled frantically through the contacts. His heart skipped a beat when he found the name saved as "Jagi💖". Without hesitation, he pressed the call button.
Within three rings, the call was answered.
“What happened, Jisung?” a worried voice asked, their concern evident. Heejung froze. It wasn’t Hyunjin.
“I don’t know who you are,” Heejung said, his voice strained and desperate. “But please, come quickly! Jisung—he’s dying.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.
The scent hit him next—a thick, overwhelming wave of apple and honey. He rushed to lock every door and window to contain the scent, then bolted to his late wife’s room, grabbing her collar. He ran back to where Jisung lay trembling.
“Here, wear this,” Heejung said, holding it out. His voice softened. “That person… the one you saved as ‘Jagi’… they’re coming. Are you sure they’re someone you can trust?”
Jisung grabbed the collar, fastening it around his neck. He gave his father a weak nod, tears still streaming down his face.
Unable to handle the omega’s overpowering scent, Heejung left the house.
Minutes later, an alpha arrived and unlocked the door with ease, already knowing the password. As soon as he stepped inside, the potent scent of apple and honey hit him like a tidal wave, nearly triggering his rut. Gritting his teeth, he hurried toward the omega curled on the floor.
“Jisung-ah?” Minho called softly as he knelt beside him.
“Mi-nho hyung,” Jisung choked out, his eyes filling with relief. Without hesitation, he flung himself into Minho’s arms, burying his face in the alpha’s chest.
“Need you,” the omega whispered, his voice trembling.
Minho held him close, his whiskey-like scent calming the storm inside Jisung. But as the omega’s sweet scent intensified, Minho’s restraint began to falter. He kissed Jisung, his lips meeting the omega’s in a heated rush of emotion and instinct.
Breaking the kiss, Minho steadied himself. “I don’t have any protection. Can you wait until I get some?” he asked, lifting Jisung into his arms.
Jisung clung to him tightly, burying his face in Minho’s neck. “Breed me, alpha,” he moaned, his voice low and needy.
“Fuck,” Minho growled, his control slipping as he carried Jisung to his room, his focus solely on the omega trembling in his arms.
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