BinHwan : Delicate ¦ o m e g a v e r s e

2 ¦ just another omega

Jinhwan woke up from the weight resting over his waist and almost cursed when he thought Bobby came into sleep in his room again. It was against the rules but Bobby always finds a way to sneak into his bedroom and sleep in. He got scolded a lot of times because of it but he still does it whenever he gets drunk. With his face buried down the covers, he tried wriggling away from his friend's arms over him and miserably failed from doing so, how many times does he have to tell Bobby to not sleep in his room when he's drunk.

He tried rolling over the bed and that's when he felt something different around his nether parts. He somehow felt comfortably loose, open. His waist feels sore but undeniably soothing. The feeling of the fabric over his bare manhood made him blush crimson and horrified at the same time.

What the hell? What the hell? What the fucking hell?

It doesn't take a genius to know what happened.

He carefully moved away from the guy beside him, trying hard not to make any sudden movements that might wake up the body next to him. What the actual fuck. The vow of pre-marital chastity just flew off the window together with his pride with just a glass of tequila.

Fucking Jiwon.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to recollect his memories from last night. Inside the bar, with his friends, the tequila, the heat, and then Hanbin cameㅡwaitㅡno way. His head snapped directly to the guy sleeping beside him neglecting the 'no sudden movement rule' just to confirm if it was Hanbin.

The messy black hair and parted lips of their music producer made Jinhwan curse not just Bobby but the whole universe. He just had sex with Kim Hanbin. With the famous composer and their own fucking music producer, B.I

Nope. Jinhwan is leaving.

This is a mistake, a huge glitch in their fucking universe. This isn't supposed to happen. Damn, even his heat isn't supposed to happen. His pills are supposed to be inside that holy fucking backpack.

With his recollected memories of last night, he knew he was the culprit, he's the one who took advantage of the situation. He was the one fucking begging Hanbin to touch him. And with those memories bugging the shit out of him he can't just face Hanbin right now.

He's just another bitch in heat after all.

So he stood up with his knees like jelly, grabbed the nearest shirt to him, and threw it on not minding if it was his or not. He tried not to make any noise even though his heart is basically in his throat. His breathing shallow, it was cold but his sweat is trickling down his sideburns.

When he's finally fully clothed (which took him only ten seconds to do so) he gave the sleeping figure one last glace and immediately left the room.

He contemplated whether to leave a note or a message but decided to just let the guy forget it. He knew it wouldn't matter to the producer anyway. It was a one-night stand. One-night stands are supposed to be a one-time thing. A fuck, and then that's it.

It was still early when he got out of Hanbin's apartment. While walking down the street, memories started flooding in, even those he doesn't want to remember anymore. How Hanbin tried to calm him down and carried him back to the room, tried avoiding all his advances, and focused even though he's clearly rutting over Jinhwan.

But fuck why does he have to beg the guy to touch him, just once, it's getting painful, please just fuck me.

Wow.

He really just let everything flew out of the window with just a glass of tequila. Maybe that triggered his heat.

But that's impossible.