Jisung hadn't left his room in days. He wanted to avoid any parties, he wanted to avoid meeting that boy and he just wanted school to start again the following week.

Yeah, a whole week off was given to allow people to choose who to fuck. Damn.

Felix had told Yun and Jisung's mother what had happened and the woman was worried to say the least. She had heard of someone who had even died from the pain of having rejected their Mate. That bond wasn't a joke and she knew better than anyone else.

«Baby?» the woman entered Jisung's room gently and sat on the bed, rubbing his back, «How do you feel?»

«Everything hurts...» he murmured, his little body almost disappeared under the covers. He was cold, he couldn't warm himself in any way.

«You haven't eaten for days... » she said, sitting next to him and caressing his hair.

«I tried, mom, I vomited everything» replied the boy, clutching his pillow. His face was streaked with tears, a constant struggle in his head. He was fighting against himself.

«Honey, why don't you try to get to know him? Maybe you could be friends...» she tried, trying not to let the guilt overwhelm her. But deep down she knew that if her son didn't want to love, it was her fault.

Han sighed dejectedly. Friends? Mates were not meant to be friends. They wanted to jump on each other as soon as possible and when apart they missed each other like air.

But he knew he couldn't go on like that, maybe he really should try talking to him and find a way together.

The sound of the doorbell made his mother turn around with a questioning look. She left the room, closing the door behind her back, and she went to the entrance of the house.

There was a boy of Yun's age waiting in front of the main door. He had got a perfect nose, a soft smile and two big eyes. His red hair gave him an rebellious look.

«Hello, ma'am, my name is Minho.» the boy said in a polite tone, bowing, «I'm - ehm - a friend of Jisung.» he slurred.

The woman noticed how his hands were full of scratches, he was scratching them nervously. His body seemed to be in pain too.

«It's you» she sighed, crossing those beautiful eyes and not understanding all the hatred from his son. Minho seemed like a very nice guy.

«I'm sorry about the situation, I hope you can find a balance» she added, leaving him a reassuring smile and taking a step back to let him in.

Minho nodded silently and she pointed to the door of Jisung's room, «He hasn't eaten since that evening.» she added and the Alpha inside Minho felt his heart break.

His mate, his little Omega, was suffering. It was unacceptable, a failure on his part, and he couldn't stop those feelings even if they seem like someone else's.

He approached the bedroom door and knocked. No one answered from inside and so, hesitant, he entered.

Jisung was curled up in bed, his face covered by the sheets, his body so curled up that he seemed tiny. Minho approached uncertain.

«Hi, Jisung» he said, to let him know of his presence.

Han whirled around, looking at him like he was a ghost, «What are you doing here?» he asked, trying to maintain a neutral tone. He sit up, rubbing his eyes.

«I wanted to talk to you, if you'll let me this time» the other added in a sour tone.

«We're off to a good start» Han murmured ironically, gesturing for the boy to sit on the bed in front of him.

Minho did as told and cursed Chan for forcing him to try. Alpha Bang was worried about Felix and Jisung and he had literally begged him, but Minho had accepted just because he was sure Jisung would have kicked him out of the house without letting him say a word. So in that moment, while the boy was waiting for him to talk instead, he didn't know what to actually say.

Yet just being so close to the other's body made him feel less pain. Jisung noticed the same thing, allowing himself to breathe regularly without suffering.

«We can't go on like this, I know you don't eat» the older said, failing to mask a certain concern.

«And why do you care?» Jisung blurted out, crossing his eyes.

«You know my Alpha side cares» Minho sighed, tired.

«Yeah, but not you.» Han retorted, bitterly.

«Jisung, listen, we don't know each other, but we could try.» he said, surprising even himself for that. Try what? To be a couple?

Han looked at him, curious. Was he really suggesting them trying being partners?

For a brief moment he felt fluttered and blushed.

«We could try to be friends, so we can be close and not feel this pain...» Minho added, trying to make it clear that he wouldn't have chosen him as a Mate either.

"Friends?"

Han gritted his teeth.

Sure, friends.

«So exactly how do you imagine it, Lee Minho? Do we walk around hand in hand so we don't feel like shit? Do we have dinner at each other's houses so we can finish a meal without throwing up?» Jisung spat.

«I don't know! Do you have any better ideas?!» Minho asked, huffing. After all, it wasn't his fault that they found themselves in that situation. He was convinced that his Mate would have been a magnificent girl with wide hips and two big boobs and instead... Yet, all that hatred from Jisung confused him. Why did he hate so much the idea of even trying to have a relationship with him?

«Yeah, you could fuck off.» Han snapped, turning and going back under the covers.

Minho sighed. Well, he expected that.

Jisung's body was trembling and he was trying to suppress sobs. It was in pain. Every time they hurt each other, every time they walked away, it hurt like hell. And this was driving him crazy.

Minho reached out and touched Han's ankle through the blankets and immediately felt relief.

Jisung turned to him, narrowing his eyes, «What are y-»

«Let me touch you,» the older said, immediately realizing the strangeness of his statement, «I mean-»

«I got it.» Han blurted out, «Okay.» he sighed.

«Okay?» Minho frowned.

"Was it that simple?"

«Yeah, I haven't slept in days, it hurts too much. I need a break.» Jisung replied, tired of struggling. He moved the covers, making room for Minho who looked at him in surprise, but didn't have to be told twice.

He climbed into the bed with the boy and looked at him, unsure about what to do.

«Omg you're so clumsy, Alpha Lee!» Han snapped, rolling his eyes.

Minho's eyes widened. Being called like that by Jisung, albeit ironically, sent a shiver up his back.

Jisung grabbed Minho's arm and pulled the boy towards him. His back pushed against the older's chest, so as to avoid the embarrassment of looking at each other.

Minho found himself with his nose in the back of the younger's neck and the little one curled up in his arms. His body stopped feeling pain immediately but he began to feel a strong electrical sensation. Without even thinking about it, he held Jisung to his body even more. He wanted to make him feel good, to make him rest, to protect him... He didn't even know him but he hadn't stopped thinking about him for all those days, he couldn't help it.

Meanwhile, Jisung's brain also couldn't rest. The feeling of that strong body against him was wonderful, but he wanted to resist, if not physically then mentally at least. He didn't want a supernatural force or Fate to choose his partner. Fate was an asshole.

He felt Minho hold him tighter and sniff his neck several times. It was so warm in his arms and the older's scent had already filled the whole room, making Jisung's body relax.

After a few moments the pain had disappeared and the strong attraction that had attempted to bring them together all those days had calmed down. They were finally entwined, immersed in their two perfectly mixed fragrances, and they both fell into a deep serene sleep.

They slept until the next morning, and when Han woke up he immediately noticed a strange sensation down below, near his butt.

«Minho?»

«Mh?» the older moaned, still half asleep, unconsciously pressing himself against Jisung and nuzzling his neck.

«Can you control your thoughts?» Han blurted out, trying to free himself from that hug and pushing Minho away.

The older boy woke up completely and rubbed his eyes, «What are you babbling about, Jisung?»

Han pointed to the other's crotch, raising an eyebrow, «Keep it in place, Mr. Straight.»

Minho looked at the bulge protruding from his pants and suddenly blushed, starting to slur: «Oh God, sorry, I was definitely dreaming about something!» he stammered, covering himself with the blankets.

Han nodded wryly, «I need a shower» he said, disappearing quickly into the bathroom. The truth was that he needed to get rid of that intoxicating smell for a few minutes. The smell of Minho drove him crazy and waking up with a boner against his butt wasn't helping him think clearly.

He returned to the room shortly after, a towel rolled up around his narrow waist, his chest still damp and his hair dripping. Minho was sitting on the bed, in front of him a tray full of excellent foods that he had taken from the kitchen, helped by Jisung's mother. They had to feed themselves someway.

«I thought we could-» he looked up sensing Jisung in the bedroom again, but he stopped suddenly, struck by the vision of that toned body covered only by a towel.

The younger looked at him with a smirk: «Like what you see, Mr. Straight?» he asked, jokingly. But what he didn't expect was Minho's response.

«Yes...» the other murmured, hypnotized by him.

Han felt completely naked and instinctively took a step back, scared by that intense attraction between them. Minho got up from the bed and walked over to him.

«W-what are you doing?» Han asked blushing as his whole body was screaming "touch me".

Minho came closer, he was just a few centimeters away from him, and looked him in the eyes: «Anything you want» he said seriously.

He seemed hypnotized. He could no longer resist the Alpha inside himself. At the beginning he seemed able to do it, convinced that he didn't feel any physical attraction towards boys, but then... After feeling the fire burning inside him just by looking at that guy, he couldn't hold on to anything anymore. There was no reason to resist.

Why did they have to stay away? Why couldn't they love each other?

«M-Minho, move away» Han begged, clenching his hands into fists trying not to touch the older. That hungry look made him want to be seduced, to be possessed.

Minho took a step back obediently, but met those angry and hungry eyes, «Is that really what you want?» he whispered, sensually.

Han managed to nod and quickly walked away, pulling on some clothes. A sigh of relief left his lips.

«Let's eat,» he just said, sitting on the bed and grabbing the plate of noodles his mother had prepared.

Minho seemed to snap out of his trance and, with red ears, sat down across from Han, eating in silence. Neither of them dared say anything until they had finished their meal.

«So?» Han asked, still not understanding how they could handle that situation, «What do you propose?» he asked, lying down on the bed.

Minho lay down next to him and grabbed his wrist, moaning at the sensation. He felt shivers every time he touched him.

«Hey!» Han blurted out, taken aback.

«Sorry, I couldn't resist.» Minho smiled softly, crossing his eyes, and Han's heart skipped a beat at that sweet look.

«You could come live with me,» Minho said then, as if it were a banal proposal.

«What?!» Han snapped, withdrawing his wrist, «No way!»

«Okay, okay, calm down, tiger!» Minho snapped, rolling his eyes.

«We will have dinner here with my family tomorrow.» Han said, allowing no objection.

«But on Friday you will come to my house.»

Han snorted but knew he had to accept, «Good.»

«Good,» Minho snapped back, getting up from the bed.

«So, I should go now, right?» he asked hesitantly. He was surprised at himself, but he would have liked a last hug, another one of those so pleasant and enveloping sensations before leave...

«Why are you looking at me like that?» Han snapped harshly, «What do you want?»

Minho sighed, «Nothing» and he walked away, leaving the boy frustrated.

"Fuck."

The day was painful for both of them and, despite everything, they found themselves looking forward to seeing each other that evening, to stop feeling those horrible pains. When would they calm down? It could last weeks, months, after their first meeting and Han was already exhausted.

So when he heard the doorbell ring half an hour early, he knew it was already him.

He ran to open the door and immediately grabbed the other's hand, sighing deeply at that feeling of relief.

Minho looked at him in surprise, blushing at that contact: «Um, hi...»

«Shh, shut up, it hurt too much» Jisung sighed, his eyes closed, feeling his body gradually free itself of any discomfort.

Minho smiled and entered the Han's house, embarrassingly greeting the mother and the sister of his weird Mate. The two were watching a movie together and looked at them with a smile.

As Jisung dragged him towards his room, Minho looked curiously around the house, looking for traces of the presence of the other's father. He hadn't met him yet and he didn't see any sign of him, neither in the common spaces nor in Han's room.

Han closed the door of his bedroom behind them and, as soon as they were alone, Minho couldn't hold back his curiosity.

«Where is your father?»

Han quickly let go his hand, lying on his bed.

«He died.» he just said, making Minho shiver.

«Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know!» he apologized, sitting down across from him.

Han shrugged and pulled himself up to lean against the headboard, in silence.

«Is that why you don't want... A Mate?» Minho asked, while Han frowned.

«What?» he asked, annoyed. Why did they have to talk about that?

«Your mother must have suffered so much...»

Han shivered, scared by how, without him having said a word, Minho had understood everything. Their emotions were aligned, their thoughts as well. Without wanting it or ever having desired it, they understood each other and would understand each other for the rest of their lives.

«Forget it,» he snapped, irritated, and turned on the television, looking for a movie to watch.

Minho stood silently beside him, their shoulders and thighs touching. And that was enough to make them feel that pleasant sensation.

During the movie Han reached out and grabbed Minho's forearm, sighing at the feeling. When they touched each other, it was as if everything was alright, as if every single things was fine.

When the movie wasn't even halfway through, Han's mom's voice made them come down for dinner. She'd made an amazing dinner, knowing they would have Minho as a guest, and both Han and Yun had rolled their eyes.

Jisung continued to hold Minho's arm, but once they were seated, Minho pulled away from him and intertwined their fingers instead. The younger blushed.

«I'm glad to see you two getting along,» Jisung's Mom said with a smile, as she served the dinner.

Minho smiled at her, eating with his only free hand and thanking her for her hospitality.

«Yun told me he's a good kisser» the woman added, shooting Han a wink.

Minho choked on a mouthful and started coughing, while Jisung covered his face with his hand. Yun sneered.

«Thanks, I guess» the older murmured, his ears burning.

The dinner continued with less embarrassment and, when it was over, Minho looked at Han, unsure on what to do. Did he have to leave or would they have slept together again? The very idea sent slight shivers down his spine.

Jisung got up from the table and, without much fuss, walked towards his room, dragging Minho with him. The older tried to hide a smile.

«Take a shower, you stink» Jisung muttered, giving him some clean clothes and a towel.

Minho huffed but complied, washing himself with Han's body wash. He decided to tease the other a bit, leaving the bathroom only in a towel and with his clothes still in hand.

Han was already in bed, absentmindedly watching TV, when his eyes fell on his partner's body. And he felt each of his senses awakening. After the shower the scent of his Alpha hit him strong, finding him unprepared. The beauty of those muscles made his stomach clench and his mind go crazy.

«Do you like what you see?» the other sneered, taking the towel off his waist and remaining in his boxers. He climbed into bed and Han blushed, «D-do you sleep like that?»

«Would you prefer me to get dressed?» Minho asked, feigning innocence.

Han couldn't say yes, because he didn't prefer that for real. He just shrugged, going back to watching the movie. He could feel Minho's body radiating heat and he bit his lip, trying to keep his eyes glued to the screen.

Minho grabbed him and placed him against his chest, hugging him with his almost naked body. Han felt the other's bare skin under his fingers and under his cheek and felt the desire explode within him.

"I fucking want him."

«Damn» he muttered, biting his lip and trying to focus on the movie. But the scent of Minho's skin was too strong a call, too primary, and Han couldn't resist anymore.

He unconsciously began to leave small kisses on Minho's abs, hearing the older moan softly in response.

Their bodies were on fire, they couldn't think rationally, they couldn't remember their situation. Being straight or thinking the other person was an asshole were no longer sufficient motivations to stop.

Han's tongue sensually drew small circles on Minho's skin, moving down towards his groin. His lips began to suck on his soft, warm skin, leaving several hickeys on his belly. He felt himself on fire, his face was flushed, his lips throbbed every time he touched his partner's skin.

He raised his eyes to look at the other and met his hungry gaze. Minho couldn't refrain himself anymore. He grabbed him and pushed the boy against the mattress while lying on top of him. The Alpha roared and craved his beloved.

Han blushed at that manhandling and bit his own lip, grabbing Minho's arms tightly.

«Stop me» Minho slurred, pushing his erection against Han's.

«I'm not capable of it» the other murmured, pushing his hips towards the other.

Minho latched onto Jisung's neck, breathing in his fragrance deeply and refraining from marking him. Their hips made their hard cocks rub together through clothes, while Han's hands gripped the older's back tightly.

The sensations were divine, they felt burning, they wanted to touch every inch of the other's skin, they wanted to make the other enjoy every second of it, they wanted to hear the other scream for pleasure.

Han moaned sexily and Minho above him panted, letting out guttural sounds. Their hot erections crawled, sending them close to the edge, while Minho's lips nipped at Jisung's jaw, sucking at the skin.

«Minho...» Han moaned, digging his nails into the older's skin.

«Me too, Jisung.» the other answered, their minds and bodies synchronized perfectly.

They both came in their boxers, feeling their warm liquids fill them, and a joyful sensation stuffing their bodies.

«Fuck» Han gasped, pushing Minho off of him, shocked that he had so little self-control.

Minho was still foggy from the strong orgasm but panicked noticing Han's angry and pained expression. A doubt quickly crept into his mind: had he taken advantage of Han's weakness?

«Jisung, sorry!» he said, taking the boy's hands.

Han looked at him and sighed, «I can't even be fucking mad at you» he said. «You didn't even touch me, you're so respectful!» and with that tone it almost seemed like it was a negative thing.

Minho looked at him confused, he didn't know what to say.

«If you don't want this to happen again, I won't sleep here anymore...» he proposed, worried, «We could meet outside, take walks and-»

But he didn't finish the sentence before Han grabbed him by the neck and made their lips collide, kissing him passionately and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Minho immediately grabbed his hips and started kissing him back, feeling that wet heat invade him.

Han felt the other's hands grab his face and take control of that chaotic kiss. Minho's tongue explored his mouth, it gently licked his lower lip, to then push inside again, causing Jisung to completely melt.

The younger didn't want that kiss to ever end. That feeling was very strong and he wanted to stop trying to fight something so intense and so beautiful. Tears started flowing from his eyes because of the thought of having lost the battle. He couldn't resist his Fate and his Fate's name was Minho and, the truth was, Minho wasn't such an asshole after all.

The older pulled away just a little, looking at Han with wide eyes, «Do you know what you're doing?» he asked, worried that the hormones were acting in the place of Jisung's brain and that he would regret it immediately afterwards.

«Shut up» Han told him, cheeks still wet with tears. He urgently took off his pajama and boxer, showing himself completely naked to Minho.

The older thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than that boy in his whole life and felt his body react again.

«You're gorgeous» he murmured.

Han pushed him, making him lie down on the bed, and got between his legs, bringing his mouth near Minho's still wet boxers. He quickly pulled them off, releasing his large erection, and blushed at the sight.

«Wow» he murmured, making Minho suddenly blush.

He started kissing it, while the older was already moaning and panting. It was all too much, his heart was exploding, his body burned with pleasure, his mind was clouded by his connection with Han.

«Jisung...» he murmured.

Han ran his inexperienced but eager tongue along Minho's shaft, licking the abundant precum that leaked from the tip. It tasted surprisingly good.

He then began to take the tip in his mouth to slowly slide that cock as much as possible into his mouth. He started bobbing his head up and down, Minho's excited noises spurring him on, making him go deeper and faster. It was his first time, and yet, it was as if he knew perfectly how Minho liked it and how to do it.

Han continued to suck him until the boy came between his lips and the younger swallowed every drop of that honey-tasting liquid. Fuck, it could be addictive. He already wanted more.

Minho grabbed Jisung and pulled him towards him, hugging him and scenting his neck: «Wow, baby...»

Han smiled slightly, wiping his swollen lips, and lay down in bed, rolling up in the covers.

Minho left little kisses on his neck from behind and put his arms around him. «Can I do something for you?» he whispered, still burning with desire.

«Tomorrow, I'm sleepy now» Han mumbled, exhausted by all that whirlwind of emotions. He still had to process and accept what was happening to him, to them, and Minho understood that he just needed time and rest.

He hugged him as close to his chest as possible, making their legs cross, and left a few more small kisses near Jisung's ear, «Tomorrow, baby»

Han woke up, noticing that Minho was already with his eyes open. And he even had a worried look.

«Hey, are you okay?» the younger asked, cuddling to his chest.

Minho shook his head and pointed to the big calendar on the wall, «We're two weeks away from our Heats...»

Jisung didn't seem scared, «So what?» he asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep, his hand gently caressed Minho's bare abdomen.

«So what!? I can't control my brain and body during the Heat, you know that, right?» the older asked, worried. Still, Han kept on caressing him carefree.

«I don't want you to regret anything and I don't want to hurt you.» Minho explained, sadly, «We'll stay apart on those days.» he decided then.

Jisung thought the other was exaggerating but just nodded, too sleepy to reply, «Whatever.»

Minho kissed his hair and got out of bed to get dressed.

«Do you want me to come back this evening?» he asked, fastening his pants and noticing Han's eyes fixed on his hips.

«I have school tomorrow» Han snorted, shifting his gaze elsewhere, «What about you? Do you work? I don't know anything about you» he added bitterly.

«I still go to University.» Minho answered quickly, «So can we meet in the afternoon tomorrow? I'll pick you up at school and-»

«No! See you here!» Han interrupted him abruptly.

Minho pouted, «Are you ashamed of me, Jisung?»

«Yes, absolutely yes!» the younger replied, getting out of his bed.

«Am I the asshole here?» Minho asked, frowning.

«Of course you are!» Han said and quickly pushed him out of the room, closing the door of his room and leaving the boy like a fool in the middle of the hallway. At that moment Yun passed, scanning the boy and snickering.

«That bastard» Minho muttered to himself and was about to leave, when Han suddenly opened the door, grabbed him by the t-shirt and quickly made their lips meet.

It was a quick but extremely sweet contact that took Minho by surprise. He didn't even realize that Jisung had pulled away from him just as quickly, and after a panicked «Bye!», he had already closed the door again.

Minho was petrified but a smile spread across his lips.

«Bye, my baby» he whispered.

In the afternoon Minho went to Han as soon as possible and, when the younger opens the house door for him, he threw himself on Jisung, burying his face in his neck and scenting him.

«Fuck, you're good...» he murmured, while Han was almost scared by that assault.

Yun was on the sofa and looked at them with a grimace.

«Minho, calm down» the younger sneered rolling his eyes. He took the older's hand and carried him into his room.

As soon as he closed the door, however, his annoyed gaze changed. He began to take off his clothes and remained in his boxers in front of Minho, who was looking at him shocked.

«Jisung? What ar-»

«I need you» Jisung murmured, starting to undress Minho who felt his fire awaken. Those little hands were unbuttoning his shirt, then moving on to fiddling with his belt; there was a concentrated grimace on Jisung's face, while impatience adorned in his eyes.

The older stopped holding back, grabbed Han's wrists and pushed him against the cold wall, «Do you know what you're doing, baby boy?» he whispered, making the other shiver.

Jisung shook his head with a mischievous smile and bit his lower lip. He had no idea what he was doing, he just wanted Minho, naked, on top of him.

«Tell me what you want or what you don't want» Minho whispered, running his nose along the other's neck, scenting him again.

«I don't know, Min, please...» the younger one moaned.

"Min?"

The older smiled at the nickname.

«Okay, choose a safe word.» he asked, placing a kiss on the other's jaw.

«Asshole» Jisung murmured, holding back a moan.

Minho smiled and nodded, his Mate was so funny and smart. And so fucking hot too.

He grabbed Han's wrists and pinned them above his head against the wall, lunging at his neck, licking it, nibbling it, trying with all his might to resist the temptation to mark him. He wanted to make him his and he could barely resist that strong desire.

Jisung panted, every touch of an Alpha for his Omega was an explosion of fireworks in his belly, and Minho knew it well. Han could tell that he stink, that he didn't want to see him, that he was an asshole... But the Omega inside him thought the exact opposite. He loved his Alpha, he was inevitably attracted to him. He longed to be commanded, loved, protected and possessed by him.

The rational part? The rational part of each of them knew that possession should not become part of relationships and that rationality and self-control were needed to maintain a healthy relationship based on such a carnal and primordial bond. And it was a constant challenge for every couple, especially Omega - Alpha couples.

«Minho...» Jisung moaned, feeling the other's warm tongue wetting his entire neck. The boy was licking him from his collarbone to his chin, totally wetting his skin. It was something that probably would have disgusted Han a few days before, but everything had changed since Minho scented him that night. Jisung struggled to recognize himself and his own desires.

Minho moved down to the other's bare chest and began tracing circles with his tongue on a nipple, pinching the other with his thumb and forefinger. Han felt his legs give out and he almost collapsed to the ground, freeing his wrist and helding onto Minho's shoulders.

The older smelled and tasted every inch of that wonderful, immaculate skin. And he reached the other's navel.

He looked up to Jisung's eyes, «Can I?» he asked, hooking a finger into the waistband of his boxers, the only piece of clothing he hadn't taken off yet.

Han nodded eagerly, licking his lower lip in anticipation. His body seemed to be going through electric shocks, stronger than those of an orgasm.

The older found himself on his knees in front of Jisung's naked intimacy and began to kiss every part of his groin and thigh, making the boy feel loved in a way he didn't even imagine was possible. Then he stood up, grabbed Han from the waist and threw him onto the bed.

He took off his own clothes, while the younger one looked at him with longing eyes, and bent over him, like the predator on its defenseless prey.

«Kiss me» Han panted.

«Beg» Minho replied, seeing him so vulnerabile.

«Then don't do it, asshole» Jisung snapped, turning his head to the side. He didn't like to ask.

Minho grinned and started kissing his neck again, breaking his defenses once more and hearing those sweet moans from the boy. He grabbed his face and forced him to look at him, making their eyes meet.

He couldn't deny him anything, the Alpha always wanted to make his Omega happy, he couldn't escape this. The power one had over the other was scary and destabilizing but also very exciting.

He leaned in and pushed their lips together, making Jisung moan against his mouth. The older quickly turned the kiss into a make-out session. Their tongues danced together, wetting their lips, causing saliva to drip down to their chins. The two boys were gasping for air, but they couldn't stop. It was all too much.

«Fuck» Minho gripped the metal bars of Han's headboard, feeling his carnal desire become almost uncontrollable.

«What are you waiting for?» Han blurted out, stroking his own boner. He was hard rock, it almost hurt.

Minho took off his underwear too and made their bare crotches touch, rubbing their dicks against each other.

«It's too much» he panted and an instant later Han came on his belly and he followed suit, dirtying their chests with their liquids.

«Fuck...» Han looked at himself with a disgusted grimace, still panting for the orgasm. He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and cleaned his body, «Luckily...» he sighed nervously.

Minho looked at him with wide eyes, «Luckily what?»

«We stopped» Han replied simply, continuing to clean up the mess in his bed.

Minho was confused. Han seemed to want to have sex with him one moment and then wish it would never happen the next and he was terrified of doing something the other guy didn't want.

«You do not want?» he slurred, sounding almost like a sad puppy.

Han looked at him in panic: «I-I...»

«Say it clearly, Jisung, I have to know, because before it seemed completely different to me!» Minho blurted out, annoyed that he couldn't understand what the other wanted. They were in sync on everything, and yet... He only read confusion and indecision on his Mate's face. Did he even know what he wanted?

«I don't know!» Han blurted out indeed, running a hand over his face. That situation, those discordant emotions, were so damn stressful.

He got up from the bed under Minho worried eyes and grabbed his clothes from the floor, feeling the immediate need to cover himself up. His body started to burn again, as if all that physical contact wasn't enough and a single argument could hurt them so much.

Minho was silent and started scratching his hands again to handle the pain, while Han had started digging his nails into his palms like the first days.

But this time something was different. The older couldn't stand watching his Omega in such a pain, so he stood up, approached the other and took Han's wrist, sitting him on the edge of the bed.

«Hey... It's all weird, I know,» he murmured, stroking Han's palm where the nail marks were, stopping him from hurting himself further, «But let's try to figure this out together, okay?»

Jisung nodded silently, calming his breath and blinking back the tears.

«Let's try not to cross this physical limit we reached and we will talk about it again after the Heat is over. I wish I could take care of yours but I don't trust myself since you have become my Mate so recently and it's something new for me too» Minho explained, scratching his neck in embarrassment.

Han shrugged, «I'll be fine, it's only two weeks.»

Minho nodded unconvincedly, remembering well his first Heat. Han evidently was underestimating the matter.

«Okay, let's take a shower» Minho offered gently, standing up and offering his hand to the other. Han nodded shyly, letting himself be dragged towards the bathroom of his room.

Minho was especially sweet that night. He took a soft pink sponge and, filling it with shower gel, rinsed Han's entire body, leaving little kisses on his skin as he rinsed it off.

«Beautiful...» he murmured, with his eyes full of stars. Jisung blushed under those gaze and attentions.

Minho turned him onto his back and repeated the operation on his shoulders and buttocks, soaping, rinsing and kissing his skin.

Han felt vulnerable, with his naked body exposed for the other, who nevertheless only wanted to cuddle him. He kissed all his buttocks too, gently, making the younger shiver and whine in pleasure.

Han then felt Minho's hands start to soap his hair and he tilted his head back, a moan escaping his lips at the sensation.

It was hard for both of them not to rekindle the fire and keep their newly hard cock at their place, but they got out of the shower and managed to crawl into the blankets, fully dressed and exhausted.

«Min?» Jisung called for his attention, unable to see his face in the darkness of the room.

«Mh?» the older answered, almost asleep. He felt Jisung moving closer and slipping into his arms, burying his face into the older's chest.

«I'm sorry I am so confused» he mumbled, ashamed.

Minho smiled and started caressing those soft black hair, «Don't be, Ji, it's normal to be confused.»

«I was wrong» the younger added, after some seconds.

«About what?» the older whispered back, in the complete silence of the night.

«You are not an asshole» Han confessed, smiling and leaving a quick kiss on Minho's chest.

The older chuckled and he held Han tighter in his arms, feeling the need to keep him closer and never let him go.

The next day arrived quickly. Han was in front of his wardrobe, undecided on how to dress for the night. He had no idea how Minho's family was like and wanted to make a good impression.

He found himself dialing Felix's number, the freckled boy answered him with a strange hoarse tone of voice.

«Lix? Is everything ok?»

«Mh? Yes, tell me»

Han heard laughter on the other end of the phone, «Are you with Chan?» he asked, trying not to imagine the scene.

«Um... Yes, but tell me everything. Stay still, Channie!»

«I don't know how to dress, I have to go to Minho's house for dinner»

«Oh, wow! Well, dress normal, they'll love you as much of a loser as you are.»

«Fuck you, Felix»

«I love you. Put on your favorite sweatshirt and jeans»

«Mh, okay. I love you too» and he hung up, snorting.

He took his favorite white sweatshirt, some light blue jeans and after a quick fix to his hair he decided that he was fine with it. He looked in the mirror wondering if it would have looked cute to Minho and blushed at the thought.

He headed towards the front door, shouting loudly that he was going out for dinner, but when he opened the door, he found the red-haired boy standing in front of him.

«Oh, Minho?»

«I came to get you,» the other smiled, making Han blush.

«There was no need...» he murmured.

«I know, I felt like it» the redhead smiled, holding out his hand. Han grabbed it and they walked towards Minho's house, which was only a few streets away from Han's.

«Are you worried?» Minho sneers, seeing him silent.

«Should I?» Han asked, clumsily trying to mask his concern.

Minho shook his head, «You're perfect.»

Han punched him on the shoulder, blushing brightly. Damn Alpha boy.

Moon's notes:

Hi babies, here I am with part 2!

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What was Felix doing with Chan? Want a flashback about those two? Ahaha

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Moon