The Claimed Omega

20 minutes. His knot took almost half an hour before finally calming down. If he was inside Wonho, the man would definitely be impregnated by his seeds. 20 whole minutes of him knotting in thin air. It fucking hurt. 

Feeling annoyed, Minwoo wraps the towel around his waist and stops at the mirror to look at his body. There are scratch marks everywhere, thank god they aren't deep. The omega's weak fingers cannot do any real damage to start with anyway. If only his nails are short…

'What the hell?' He stares at the bruise that is starting to blue at his left forehead. That alarm clock.

'Tsk.' He hisses. It can be hidden with his bangs, but it will definitely hurt when he sleeps later. Why the hell did Wonho hit him like a madman when he could just submit to him earlier? He ended up liking it anyway. The man is so complicated it frustrates him.

He calms himself down before getting out of the shower towards the bedroom to take a new pair of clothing. The sex pheromones has softened dramatically, it is barely even detectable if he chose to ignore it.

To think that he was almost influenced by it to actually assault the owner feels unbelievable. In fact, it was weird.

Do all new omegas release this much scents during their first heat? Is that why they need to be separated from the alphas the moment they presented? If that is the case, Minwoo could just be an unlucky guy to stumble across one. No, he would have been a lucky one had it not been Seo Wonho, the ridiculously stubborn guy. If it was any other omegas, he would probably have the time of his life.

Sighing, he enters the bedroom, not sparing a look at the omega on his bed. He would be sleeping anyway, judging from the lack of sound and movement. Putting on a simple shirt and boxers, he gets out to make himself some food. All that struggling has him drained and hungry. He looks back one last time at the bed before closing the door.

It surprises him that instead of sleeping, Wonho is sitting up while staring at the window, unmoving. Worried, but somewhat angry at the same time, Minwoo chooses to ignore the man. If he wants to talk, he will talk. If he wants to leave, then it is none of his business.

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He is an omega. He thought he is broken but he wasn't. He is just a late bloomer.

He is an omega…

He just had his first heat.

That is his first heat.

Like they said, it calmed down once he is entered and had his release. He just had his fucking heat. And that means that he now has a fully functional, disgusting baby-making organ inside of him.

His life will now be of him running away all his life from the alphas whenever the season comes. And that means once every two to three months. How can he live a normal life again?

How can he return to his class filled with alphas when he knows they will try to mate with him if he gets his heat during class hour? How can he walk the street alone whenever he wants if the alphas will be chasing him when they catches his scent? 

The man in that alley that night… he was here. Wonho saw him outside from inside the car. The man tried to take him away again. He was out there. He knew where Wonho was. He will never be safe outside the campus. What should he do once he graduates? He wouldn't be able to leave the house!

Wonho starts to hyperventilate as his chest tightens from the stress. Panting deeply, he looks around for his bag. His medicine should be inside. He gets out of the bed, looking around the floor for his bag without success. He needs that pills or he will go mad! Shit!! Where are his pills???!!

Turning the bed upside down, he searches every corner of the room - beneath the bed, under the pillows, inside the pillows, behind the curtains, inside the bedside drawers… there is an anti-anxiety bottle inside the drawer. He shakes it and hears the pills hitting the bottle before pouring himself two pieces and swallows it dry. He looks back inside, there is another bottle, similar to his own medicine. This is good. He can take those too. 

Maybe he took too much. 

Owh well… who cares anyway….

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Minwoo looks up from the boiling sauce when he hears the bedroom door opens. Wonho gets out of the room, still in his old, tainted shirt and his messy hair. The man has his black blanket folded up and is heading straight towards the door without even glancing at the owner. 'Where are you going like that?'

'Huh?'

'That.' Minwoo points at the omega with his wooden spatula to notify him of his tasteless appearance. There are obvious semen stains, still uncleaned on the shirt. Only a crazy man will go out like that. 

'Owh. This. I'm just bringing this home to clean it. I'll give it back…'

'Your shirt. At least change or clean that first. What are you thinking? Jesus.'

'Owh. Shirt. I'll clean my shirt too. Okay…' Minwoo narrows his eyes at the other. He is acting strange, he is too calm and careless. 'I'll go now.'

'What th-? Yah. At least change into my shirt or something. Are you intentionally trying to attract attention with that?'

'Your shirt… okay.' Minwoo rolls his eyes and continues putting in ingredients for his spaghetti. What the hell is wrong with the omega? Is he always a cuckoo? Why is he so silent? 

With no sound made, Minwoo peeks up again to be greeted with Wonho, just standing in front of the door, staring at the handle. 'What the hell are you doing right now? Do I need to get it for you? It's in the fucking closet!'

'I'm leaving.'

'Fine! Leave! See if I care.'

'Okay.' Is the reply but the man does not move from his position. He keeps staring at the door instead.

'What are you doing now? Jesus. Make up your mind.'

'I'm leaving…' Minwoo frowns at that answer. He is repeating himself.

Does he want Minwoo to stop him from leaving? Is he expecting Minwoo to beg him to stay or something?

Sure, it would be lovely if Wonho would stay but they are not in good terms anyway. He did his part and if Wonho, who should be aware of his condition, decides to go out and get himself attacked by someone else, that will be on him.

Not to mention, how he will get to wherever he wants without any money on him. Does he think he can just walk home in his condition safely? Does he think that just wrapping himself in that black blanket is enough?

'Yah, is your head okay?'