The Claimed Omega

The heat from the noon sun finally put a frown on his face. Minwoo pulls his head to the left, hoping to find shade but his back now feels the burn. Frowning and still half asleep, he made his way to the window, wanting to pull his curtain. Instead he bumps into something which should not have been there. His feet is also on something fluffy. Opening his eyes, he jumps a little when he realizes he is in an unfamiliar room and backs his step until he reaches the bed. He stays there, holding his temple.

'You're finally up…'

Minwoo finally hears a familiar voice. 'Urhh…'

'Come, I've made you lunch.' The butler calls but Minwoo is still confused. 'Where am I?'

'Your new apartment. From you grandmother.' The man replies monotonously. It answered his question, but that isn't enough. Why is he in his apartment? And isn't he supposed to live on campus? He is sure he got the key to his room-

'You should eat.' Chris' voice cuts him from his thoughts. Minwoo shakes his head, to clear his muffled thoughts. He then turn to look at the butler cum bodyguard, here for whatever reason. Why is he here again? 'Got it…What's your name again?'

'Just call me Chris.' Again, the monotonous tone. His life must be boring.

'What time is it?' Minwoo keeps his hold on his temple, his head is throbbing. Did he drink last night? This does feel like a hangover… 'How long did I sleep?'

'It's a 12:30. Come, I'll explain as you eat.'

'Explain what?' The door closes, leaving him hanging. Hearing his stomach growl as if on cue, the young alpha lazily gets out of bed and the room. He finds the dining table at once - a counter top, and takes a seat, looking around the medium-sized apartment.

Surprised.

He expected his grandmother to at least give him a larger one, not that he hates it. It just came as a surprise, knowing how she likes to spend money on him since she didn't get to spend time with him due to his leave to Netherlands when he was little.

Minwoo takes a deep breath, loving the smell of what is being prepared. He doesn't feel very good, so he is thankful that lunch is chicken soup, rice and some side dishes. 'Explain what?' He repeats the question again, lazily while munching, not bothering to look at the man standing in front of him.

'You've been asleep for more than a week.'

'Wait what? Why?' A week?! That is physically impossible!

'You had a really high fever,' the man replies calmly, 'I didn't tell your family, as requested.'

'What request?' Minwoo frowns. What happened to him? Why did he ask Chris to keep it a secret? Why did he have a high fever?

Instead of answering his question, Chris continues sternly, 'And, I highly recommend you not going to the west district of the city. I will not be here to help you if anything happens again.'

Irking him.

Minwoo stops eating and looks at the man in the eyes. He is getting annoyed. 'What request? And what happened? I need answers.'

'You told me to keep what happened that night a secret from you grandmother.'

'And what happened that night?'

'You don't remember?' Chris inquires, his voice still void of any emotions. To the stupid question, Minwoo only closes his eyes. Of course he didn't remember! Would he even ask if he did?? 'I remember hanging out at the bar after the registration. That's about it.'

'What else do you remember?'

'Why is that important?' Minwoo is trying his best not to snap. He needs answers, not more questions. Why is that so hard? Just answer his damn questions!

The young master sighs and continues eating, trying to retrace his step and recall his memories. After lunch with his family, he headed to the new university with this new guy. Then, he filled in all his necessary details for his transfer, and headed towards the city, to find some place to hang out and find some good plaything.

He remembers drinking by himself, not finding some sweet omegas to bring home. He dislikes their scent; Korean omegas are just not his taste. He doesn't hate them, he just doesn't find Korean scent appealing. It is just so different from what he is accustomed to. He likes the tulips and lavenders, the sweet minty smell of Netherlands' omegas, the scents that makes him wild in bed.

He remembers sitting at the counter, enjoying the view, releasing his pheromones, hoping to find one sweet omega with weaker scent to bed. And he remembers one sexy little thing strutting towards him, leaning his slender body on the counter, clearly thirsty for him. He remembers them talking, and then nothing.

Blank.

No matter how hard he tries, there was nothing. Maybe he got wasted. Is there something he should remember? 'What should I remember, Chris? I'm getting really annoyed here so you better spill it!' He glares.

Chris takes a deep breath, looking at his young master. He is trained in a lot of things but none of them involves having to explain something sensitive to someone. He is not trained to deal with human emotion. He is hoping that the man would lose his interest in the matter, to save him from the humiliation but instead, he manages to boost the man's curiosity. 'I need to tell you that I took care of it, and you won't meet them again.'

'Who? Stop going around in circles and tell me. Everything. Goddammit!' Minwoo rolls his eyes, 'Did I kill someone? Did I force myself onto someone? Just tell me!!'

'No, sir…' A pause, 'They slipped some drugs into your drink.'

Minwoo almost gasps. He cannot believe what he just heard. Drugs? 'What the hell…'

'…and they were trying to take you somewhere.'

'What kind of drug?' It can't be…

'Nothing happened. I-'

'WHAT KIND OF DRUG??!!' Minwoo has enough of the man and knocks his fist on the marble counter. It cannot be… He knows where this is going but he just… he needed the man to tell him otherwise. 'It's a kind of rape drug.'

'Heh…' Minwoo closes his eyes, swallowing hard. The damn omega used rape drug on him… He can only laugh at how absurd that is. How dare that bitch drugged him?? They were going to fuck even if he didn't use drug anyway. How fucking dare that bitch…

'... and some other drugs like....' Minwoo frowns deeper as Chris lists some other mixture of drugs found in his systems. Those are not party drugs. He was given the hard stuff that addicts take. And not only one type. Minwoo wants to know why. Why did the omega give him such things? With the amount of pheromones he released that night, people would know his intention right away. But still, the rape drug? And all the other drugs? Just, why?!

'I need to assure you that nothing happened. I was waiting outside for you and I managed to stop them from doing anything.'

'Them?' The young student is shaking now. A few days in Korea and this happened. Nothing like this ever happened to him back in Europe, even with his wild lifestyle. The fuck is wrong with this place? 'How… How many are they?? HOW MANY??!!'

'I took care of them. They're already…'

'ANSWER ME CHRIS!! HOW MANY???' He growls, very, very agitated.

'Four. Three omegas and an alpha.' His breath is heavy. His chest pumping so hard he feels suffocated. He still cannot remember anything, nothing Chris said jog his memory. What did they do to him? What did they do to him BEFORE Chris discovered them? Did they manage to do anything? Did they do anything to him??? What…

'You are safe now. The doctor managed to pump out all the drugs out,'

He never thought he would hear that about himself. Drugs being pumped out of his body. Never in his whole life, has he touched drugs. He might drink regularly, and he might be sleeping with different partners every night, but he never ever dared to touch those powders. That is the one line he would never cross. And now, to hear that the doctor had to pump those damned stuff out of his system… Everything seems laughable.

Who would've thought… who would…

'Pathetic.' Yeah, pathetic losers. They probably know he is a noble hence the drug. Like he would fuck them. Pathetic...pathetic…pathetic…

'Minwoo-shi, you need to calm down.'

'You know what?? Fuck you. FUCK YOU AND YOUR OMEGAS! LIKE I WOULD…' Minwoo feels his chest narrowing. He cannot breathe. He needs air but he feels the need to let his thoughts out. To make it clear, '…like, I w-would…even..!!'

He feels a hand on his left shoulder and flinches. Disgusting! How dare!!!

'Hey Minwoo-shi, it's just me!! Here, breathe!' Finally, there is some emotion in the young butler's voice. Minwoo looks up at his companion, taking some desperate breaths into the paper bag. He feels himself calmed down after a while, a hand moving in circles at his back aiding him. 'The doctor prescribed some anti-anxiety pills. Just in case. And some anti-depressant… Just in case.'

Minwoo closes his eyes and nods. 'They're in the drawer. Please take them only if you need them.'

'The apartment's is on the east side, I checked the area. It's the safest place around here.' Another nod. 'There are four police boxes, and the apartment has CCTV and auto-lock. There are securities guarding the whole building.'

Minwoo finally releases the bag from his mouth, staring at the floor. His head empty.

'And don't worry, I didn't tell your family.'