Jihoon gripped the edges of the sink, his knuckles turning white as he tried to steady himself. His reflection in the mirror was a mess—his skin flushed an unnatural shade of red, sweat dripping down his temple, and his pupils blown wide with something he didn't want to acknowledge. His entire body burned, a slow, creeping fire spreading through his veins, making every breath feel heavier than the last.
His head swam, the room tilting dangerously as he clenched his teeth, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress the needy whimper threatening to escape. What the hell is happening to me?
This wasn't right.
His heat wasn't supposed to come for at least another week. He had been careful, so careful. Yet here he was, body betraying him in the worst possible place—Sakyung's penthouse, filled with alphas who would do anything to get their hands on an omega in this state.
Jihoon swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. He had to get out of here. Bracing himself against the sink, he pushed off, his legs weak but still able to carry him.
He stumbled slightly as he exited the bathroom, the pounding music and flashing lights only making his dizziness worse. He needed suppressants—now. There was a pharmacy just two streets over. If he could make it there, he'd be fine.
But as soon as he reached the club's exit, he saw them—a group of alphas standing just outside, chatting and laughing drunkenly.
Jihoon froze. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and frustration twisting in his gut. If he walked past them, they'd notice. They'd smell him. He could already feel his scent thickening in the air, his body betraying him further.
No. He couldn't let that happen.
He turned sharply on his heel, heading in the opposite direction. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the heat inside him intensified. Every step felt heavier, his body growing weaker by the second. He wasn't going to make it at this rate.
He needed to hide.
Jihoon spotted a narrow alleyway and darted inside, pressing himself against the cold brick wall in an attempt to ground himself. His fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, his legs trembling as he tried to regulate his breathing.
But then—
A slow, mocking chuckle echoed through the alley.
Jihoon's stomach dropped.
He lifted his gaze, only to see them—Sakyung and his gang, standing at the other end of the alley, blocking his escape.
Sakyung leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a sickening smirk stretching across his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in Jihoon's flushed face, the way he was struggling to stand properly, the way his breaths came out in soft, desperate pants.
"Well, well," Sakyung drawled, tilting his head. "Looks like someone's in trouble."
Beside him, Choi Jiyoung and Seo Yunseo exchanged wicked grins, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Jihoon's pulse skyrocketed.
Shit.
To be continued...…