Minho stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to see the clock on the nightstand. The glowing digits read 9:30 a.m., and his heart skipped a beat.
Springing out of bed, he winced sharply, a low whine escaping his lips as an ache shot through his thighs and a sharper soreness reminded him of last night’s events. His mind flashed back to the countless times he’d knotted the omega—ten, to be exact.
"What if he wakes up again and asks me to help him?" Minho thought, concern flickering across his face. He knew Jisung’s heat would last at least a week, and the thought alone made his body tense.
Minho was exhausted—not just physically, though that was undeniable. It wasn’t that he was tired of Jisung; no, never Jisung. But he was drained from the sheer intensity of the night before. Not that he regretted a single moment. He’d loved every second of soothing and pleasuring his omega.
But his cock hurt. If he tried to mate again so soon, he swore his shaft might give out entirely—or worse, snap clean off.
Jisung soon woke up in a thoroughly wrecked state—messy hair, purple marks all over his body, fresh red marks stinging, and an ache in his back and bottom that made moving a challenge.
"Ahh, fuck you, Minho," Jisung muttered, his voice hoarse with irritation.
"Well, I already did," Minho quipped, smirking as he helped the younger sit up on the bed.
"Jisungie, didn’t you get your heat just a few months ago? How is your cycle ending this early? Or am I calculating wrong?" Minho asked, handing Jisung a glass of water.
"You’re calculating right, hyung," Jisung mumbled, his lips trembling as tears threatened his eyes. "It’s not my natural heat… it’s actually an induced one."
Minho froze, his expression darkening. "Induced? I don’t understand, Sungie," he asked softly.
"Do you remember that drug we found in Dad’s room? I drank it," Jisung admitted, his voice breaking as tears spilled over.
Minho’s fists clenched at the revelation, but he quickly softened, pulling Jisung into a comforting embrace. "Don’t cry, it’s okay," he whispered, patting Jisung’s back. After a moment, he pulled back slightly and asked, "Did you know that was the drug before you drank it?"
"No, I didn’t know. It was an accident," Jisung mumbled, explaining how he had unknowingly fallen into his father’s trap.
Minho exhaled, frustration flickering across his features. "We need to talk to your dad, Sungie. But before that, I’ll inform the school about our leave," he said, grabbing their phones.
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Stepping out onto the balcony, Minho dialed his co-worker’s number.
"Yoongi hyung," Minho greeted as the call connected.
"You’re coming in late today?" Yoongi asked casually.
"No, hyung. I’m taking leave today," Minho replied. "Please inform the principal and register it as partner heat leave."
"What?! You got a fucking mate?!" Yoongi exclaimed in shock.
"Well… remember Jisung? The one from that competition?" Minho asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, you said he was your friend," Yoongi replied.
"Well… he’s my mate," Minho admitted with an awkward laugh.
There was a pause before Yoongi sighed. "Fine, I’ll inform the principal. But, Lee, you better give me the full story when you’re back," he said before hanging up.
At the same
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Sunoo’s voice boomed through the phone.
"Shut up, bitch," Jisung muttered, already regretting the call.
"So, you finally got knocked down by your mate, huh?" Sunoo teased, a mischievous smirk practically audible through the phone.
"I said shut up," Jisung hissed, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Did he fuck you good? I bet you’re limping on the bed in pain," Sunoo continued, undeterred.
"If you don’t shut up, I don’t mind cutting you into pieces! Don’t make me bring out ‘pre-debut’ Jisung," Jisung threatened, his voice sharp.
"Okay, okay, dude, I don’t want that version of you," Sunoo replied, laughing nervously. "Take care, bye!" With that, he hung up, leaving Jisung groaning in frustration.
Returning inside, Minho found Jisung fidgeting on the bed, his stomach growling audibly.
"You’re hungry, aren’t you?" Minho asked with a soft smile. Jisung nodded reluctantly.
"Alright, I’ll make something," Minho said, patting his head affectionately. But when he checked the kitchen, he found it completely bare. "Great, no stocks at all," he muttered.
He quickly grabbed his wallet and slipped into a hoodie and sweatpants, heading to the nearest grocery store. There, he picked up fresh vegetables, basic ingredients, and a pack of painkillers for both of them.
Returning home, Minho opened the door to find an unexpected visitor sitting stiffly on the couch—Jisung’s father, Heejung.
Minho’s grip on the grocery bag tightened. "You shouldn’t be here right now," he said coldly. "Jisung is in heat."
Heejung flinched but kept his head down. "No… his heat won’t continue today," he said softly, catching Minho off guard.
"What do you mean by that?" Minho growled, his protective instincts flaring.
Heejung hesitated, then spoke, his voice filled with guilt. "I… I don’t know your name. But I want to explain something. And confess. Please, just give me a moment of your time."
Minho glanced toward the bedroom, his instincts screaming to throw the man out. But something in Heejung’s tone stopped him. After a tense pause, he gave a sharp nod.
"Fine," Minho said.
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