Heeseung carried Jay into his room, the air between them thick with tension. Jay's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—he was an alpha, but Heeseung's presence, his strength, and especially his scent, made him feel out of control, almost submissive. It was overwhelming, the way he reacted to Heeseung, and he didn't understand why.

As Heeseung laid Jay down on the bed, Jay's thoughts became hazy, his body responding to Heeseung's touch despite the confusion in his mind. The scent of Heeseung was intoxicating, a deep, dominant fragrance that seemed to wrap around Jay, making it hard to focus on anything but the need that was building inside him.

Heeseung's touch was firm but careful, and the tension between them grew with every moment. Jay could feel his heart racing as Heeseung leaned in closer, their bodies almost touching. The intensity of Heeseung's scent was too much, and Jay could feel himself getting lost in it, unable to think clearly.

Heeseung's breath was hot against Jay's skin, and as their bodies pressed closer, the line between them blurred. Jay's mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts, but all he knew was that he couldn't resist the pull of Heeseung any longer. The tension that had been simmering between them finally reached its peak, leaving them both breathless as they crossed a line that neither of them could ever take back.

Heeseung finally took off Jay's shirt and pants, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Jay's face flushed with embarrassment, his well-built body on full display under Heeseung's intense gaze. The sight of Jay's sculpted muscles, the defined lines of his abs, and the sheer strength he radiated made Heeseung smirk with satisfaction. He loved the view, savoring the contrast between Jay's physical power and the submissiveness he was beginning to show.

"Love the view, Alpha," Heeseung murmured, his voice low and teasing as he spread Jay's legs wide, asserting his dominance in a way that made Jay's breath hitch. The vulnerability of the position only heightened Jay's embarrassment, but there was something else there too—a growing need that he couldn't suppress.

Jay's breathing quickened, then faltered as Heeseung's hands began to explore the sensitive area just below his stomach. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through Jay's body, unraveling the control he prided himself on. "F...fuck," Jay cursed under his breath, his voice barely audible as he struggled to reconcile his identity as an Alpha with the overwhelming desire coursing through him. He no longer felt like the dominant figure he was supposed to be; instead, he was like a pure omega, craving the dominance that Heeseung was so effortlessly exerting over him.

Heeseung smirked against Jay's skin, inhaling deeply as the intoxicating scent of chocolate wafted up from Jay's lower half. The scent was rich, heady, and it drove Heeseung wild with desire. He felt a primal urge to claim Jay, to strip away the last barrier of cloth between them and take what he wanted. Heeseung's hands gripped the waistband of Jay's boxers, ready to pull them off and plunge them into the abyss of raw passion when—

Jay gasped, his body jerking as the pressure inside him became too much. His mind was clouded, struggling to process what was happening, but he knew instinctively that they had to stop. The bond between an Enigma and an Alpha was too volatile, too unpredictable. It wasn't meant to be crossed so easily.

Heeseung's expression darkened as he fought against the same overwhelming sensation. He managed to pull himself away from Jay, staggering back as if he had been burned. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension, the intensity of their connection now a source of mutual dread.

Jay's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the haze of desire and confusion slowly lifting. He looked at Heeseung, who was equally shaken, his normally composed demeanor shattered.

"What... what was that?" Jay managed to choke out, his voice rough with emotion.

Heeseung didn't answer right away. He was still reeling, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the inexplicable force that had just surged between them. "We... can't," he finally said, his voice strained, barely above a whisper. "It's not safe."

Jay nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The reality of what had almost happened crashed down on him, leaving him both relieved and deeply unsettled. Heeseung was right. Whatever they had felt, whatever had nearly happened—it was something neither of them could control, something they needed to stay far away from.

The room was filled with a tense silence, both of them grappling with the aftershocks of the experience. Jay knew that nothing would ever be the same between them, and that the boundary they had nearly crossed was one they could never attempt again.

Jay's chest tightened with a sudden rush of realization. The haze of passion and confusion dissipated, leaving him cold with the understanding of what had just transpired. He had been on the verge of something with Heeseung—another Alpha, something that went against every instinct and rule ingrained in him.

His breath hitched, the weight of it all pressing down on him, suffocating. A tear escaped before he could stop it, the overwhelming mix of emotions—fear, shame, confusion—crashing down on him all at once. He didn't wait for Heeseung to say anything, didn't want to hear whatever explanation or apology might come next. The room, once a haven of shared intensity, now felt like a trap.

Without another word, Jay turned on his heel and fled. His movements were frantic, desperate, as if he could outrun the feelings chasing him. He barely registered the hallways or the front door; he just needed to get out, to escape the overwhelming reality of what had almost happened.

The cool night air hit him as he burst outside, but it did little to calm the storm inside him. Jay's vision blurred with tears as he ran, his feet pounding against the pavement in a frantic rhythm. He needed to get away, to put as much distance as possible between himself and Heeseung, between himself and the confusing mess of emotions that had taken hold of him.

By the time he reached his house, he was breathless, tears streaming down his face unchecked. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as his body shook with the force of his sobs. The realization of what he had nearly done—what he had wanted to do—was too much to bear.

Jay slid down to the floor, burying his face in his hands. The house was silent, empty, but his mind was loud with the echoes of everything that had happened. He couldn't understand how things had escalated so quickly, how he had lost control so completely. And now, the weight of it all was suffocating, leaving him to grapple with the confusing mix of guilt, shame, and the lingering pull of something he knew he couldn't have.

He didn't know how long he sat there, curled up on the floor, trying to make sense of the emotions crashing over him. But one thing was clear—nothing would ever be the same between him and Heeseung, and Jay wasn't sure if he could face what that meant.

As Jay lay in his bed that night, the darkness of his room did little to calm the storm raging in his mind. The soft hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the chaos within him. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion, shame, and self-loathing.

"How did I let this happen?" Jay muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. The room was silent, save for his occasional breaths and the muffled sounds of the city. He could still feel the remnants of the intense encounter with Heeseung, the way his body had responded so eagerly, so completely, and it made him feel sick to his stomach.

He rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sense of discomfort refused to leave him. "I'm an Alpha. Why did I let myself be so... submissive? How could I let Heeseung push me to that point?" His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, a mix of disbelief and frustration evident in the way he questioned himself.

Jay's mind replayed the events of the evening—Heeseung's touch, the scent of chocolate mingling with his own, the way Heeseung's presence had consumed him. Each memory felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how far he'd strayed from the identity he was supposed to uphold. He'd always prided himself on his strength, his dominance, and yet tonight, he'd felt completely powerless, like he was nothing more than a willing omega.

"Why did I let him see me like that?" Jay continued, his voice growing more strained. "I was so eager, so ready to give in. It's like I lost all sense of who I am." The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, and the more he thought about it, the more it ate away at him. He'd always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of his interactions. Tonight, he had been anything but.

The memory of their shared scents was particularly haunting. Jay had never experienced anything like it—how Heeseung's dominant, rich scent had overpowered him, how his own scent had mingled with it in a way that made him feel exposed and vulnerable. It was an overwhelming experience, one that had blurred the lines between their identities and made Jay question his very nature.

"I can't believe I let this happen," Jay said, his voice cracking with frustration. "I wanted to be strong, to be the Alpha who stands his ground. Instead, I was... I was so willing, so desperate. It's like I was begging him to dominate me."

He sighed heavily, the weight of disappointment pressing down on him. The sense of failure was almost too much to bear. He had allowed his own desires to overtake his sense of self, and it left him feeling hollow, disconnected from the person he believed himself to be. It was as if he had betrayed not just his own identity, but also the principles he had always held dear.

The thought of Jungwon crossed his mind, and Jay felt a pang of longing. Jungwon represented something pure and uncomplicated, a connection that had always made Jay feel like he was in control. He wished he could see him again, if only to remind himself of what it felt like to be truly confident, to be the Alpha he knew himself to be. "I need to find Jungwon," he thought, the idea providing a small glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil. "Maybe being around him will help me remember who I am, help me regain some of that Alpha strength."

He sat up, his hands clasped tightly in his lap as he tried to steady his breathing. "I don't want to be this person. I don't want to be the one who crumbles so easily, who lets another Alpha have such control over him." The anger he felt towards himself was palpable, and he could almost feel it burning in his chest.

Jay's thoughts continued to spiral as he tried to reconcile the events of the night with his self-image. The dichotomy between the powerful Alpha he believed himself to be and the vulnerable, almost omega-like person he had become under Heeseung's influence was jarring. He had always maintained a clear boundary between himself and others, a line that had been crossed in a way that left him feeling exposed and ashamed.

"I need to fix this," Jay resolved, his voice firm despite the uncertainty that lingered. "I need to remind myself who I am, to reclaim my own sense of control and dominance." The thought of regaining his sense of self gave him a small measure of comfort, though it did little to erase the lingering sting of what had transpired.

As the night wore on, Jay's mind gradually quieted, though the thoughts of Heeseung, of his own reactions, and of his desire to reconnect with Jungwon remained. The darkness of his room seemed to close in around him, a reminder of how isolated and confused he felt. But amidst the confusion, there was a glimmer of resolve, a determination to face the challenges ahead and reclaim his sense of identity.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to creep into his room, Jay lay back down, the exhaustion of the night catching up with him. His thoughts remained scattered, but there was a flicker of hope within the turmoil—a belief that, no matter how lost he felt now, he would find his way back to the Alpha he wanted to be.

Jay awoke the next morning feeling a profound sense of unease. The lingering effects of his encounter with Heeseung from the night before weighed heavily on his mind. As he went about his day, the tension gnawed at him, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the storm of emotions inside him.

Despite his best efforts to maintain normalcy, Jay found himself unable to shake the lingering thoughts of Heeseung. The complexity of their interactions, the intensity of their connection, and the subsequent feelings of vulnerability were overwhelming. He debated whether or not he should reach out to Heeseung to discuss what had happened, but fear and embarrassment held him back. The prospect of facing Heeseung again was daunting, and Jay felt paralyzed by his own insecurities.

By the evening, Jay's frustration had reached a boiling point. He needed an outlet, a way to escape the tangled emotions that plagued him. So, he decided to visit the club once more, hoping to find some solace in the familiar surroundings.

When he arrived, the club was already buzzing with energy. The rhythmic beats and flashing lights were a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He spotted Sunghoon, who greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Jay! Good to see you," Sunghoon said, his tone casual. "How's everything going?"

Jay forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, Sunghoon. It's been... rough. I could use a drink."

Sunghoon nodded in understanding and led Jay to the bar. The drinks flowed freely, and Jay found himself sinking deeper into a haze of alcohol. As the night wore on, the effects of the drinks began to blur his judgment, and he became increasingly reckless.

The crowd around him seemed to swirl and shift as Jay's inhibitions dissolved. He was more aggressive, more erratic, and less aware of the consequences of his actions. He began to flirt with anyone who came close, his behavior becoming more intense and unrestrained.

Certainly. Here's an expanded portrayal of the encounter between Jay and Sunoo before Riki intervenes:

Jay's vision was hazy, but he saw omega clearly—the omega's delicate features and slight frame made him stand out amidst the pulsating lights and crowded club. Jay's mind was clouded with alcohol and frustration, and he fixated on Sunoo with a growing sense of need.

"Hey," Jay called out, his voice thick with intoxication. "What's your name?"

Omega 's eyes darted around, and he gave a nervous glance at Jay. "I'm Sunoo. And you're...?"

"Jay," he responded, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "You look like you're having a great time. Mind if we talk for a bit?"

Sunoo took a hesitant step back, his discomfort palpable. "I'm actually with someone," he said, his voice trembling.

Jay's attention briefly shifted to a couple nearby—the alpha and omega locked in a passionate kiss. The primal scene stirred something deep inside Jay, amplifying his need for dominance and control. He turned back to Sunoo, his desire now nearly unbearable.

"I don't see anyone with you," Jay said, his tone taking on a more insistent edge. "Come on, let's have some fun. It'll be worth your while."

Sunoo's body tensed as Jay reached out and grasped his arm, his grip firm and unyielding. "Please, I don't want to—" Sunoo's protest was cut off as Jay's touch tightened, pulling him closer.

Jay's hands were rough as they traced Sunoo's arm and then moved lower, exploring the omega's side. Sunoo's breathing quickened, his attempts to pull away only seeming to escalate Jay's aggression. "Don't fight it," Jay growled. "Just relax. You'll enjoy this."

Sunoo's eyes were wide with fear, and he desperately tried to free himself from Jay's grasp. "Let me go! Please, someone help!" His cries were swallowed by the blaring music and the throng of bodies around them.

Jay's touch became more invasive, moving over Sunoo's body with a relentless, almost animalistic force. He traced Sunoo's torso with rough, probing hands, each touch a harsh reminder of Jay's lack of control. "Why are you so scared?" Jay asked, his voice laced with frustration. "You should be enjoying this."

Sunoo's eyes filled with tears, and his face turned pale with panic. His resistance grew more frantic as Jay's hands roamed, pushing past boundaries with a disturbing lack of empathy. Jay's actions were driven by a dark compulsion, an overpowering need to dominate and subdue, and he was losing himself in the primal urge.

The contrast between Jay's forceful touch and Sunoo's desperate pleas created a harrowing scene. Sunoo's cries for help were a stark reminder of the omega's vulnerability, his fear palpable in every word and movement. Jay's mind was a chaotic storm, a mixture of desire and regret, but his actions remained unchecked, fueled by an insatiable hunger.

Sunoo's attempts to escape were futile as Jay's grip held firm. The omega's body trembled as Jay's hands continued their rough exploration. Jay's focus was narrow, fixated on the physical sensations and the intoxicating mix of fear and arousal that Sunoo's presence evoked.

In the midst of this harrowing encounter, Sunoo's cries for help grew more desperate, his voice strained as he pleaded for someone to intervene. Jay's actions became more frantic, his control slipping as the primal need consumed him.

Life went in front of Sunoo's eyes when Jay pushed him away from the crowd and sat him on his lap.
His hand got inside his pants and started to stroke everything aggressively. Sunoo cried out from roughness still asking for help. On the other hand Jay was pleased as he heard and smelled the sense of tiny body shaped omega. The noises were coming out as Jay aggressively stocked beneath the omega.

Sunoo tried his best to hit Jay or get the hand out of his tights but no result as Alpha was obviously stronger, he was just screaming with cries as Jay was going roughly. Without warning he pushed inside two fingers making Sunoo arch his back with wide eyes. Jay smirked at Sunoo's sensitive behaviour as he started to f*ck his new prey with two long fingers.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd, moving with a speed and force that caught Jay off guard. The figure—an imposing alpha —grabbed Jay by the collar and yanked him away from Sunoo. In a swift, powerful motion, Riki delivered a punch that sent Jay sprawling backward.

Sunoo, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and relief, scrambled away from Jay and ran towards Riki. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Riki's side. "Riki! Thank you! I was so scared!"

Riki's gaze was fierce and protective as he looked down at Sunoo, his presence a calming anchor in the storm of chaos. He glared at Jay with a mixture of anger and contempt. "You fucker...you have no right to touch him like that."

Jay, dazed from the punch and the shock of the intervention, struggled to regain his composure. He tried to push himself up, but the force of Riki's actions had left him reeling. He looked at Sunoo and Riki, the reality of his actions crashing down on him with brutal clarity.

Sunoo's body trembled as he pressed close to Riki, his fear gradually giving way to a deep sense of relief. "I was so scared," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Thank you for coming."

Riki's hand rested gently on Sunoo's shoulder, offering comfort as he kept a wary eye on Jay. "It's okay now. You're safe."

The crowd had started to notice the commotion, and whispers began to circulate as Jay slowly picked himself up, the weight of his actions hanging heavily on his conscience. He looked at Sunoo and Riki, the shame and regret evident in his eyes.

Jay's mind was a storm of chaos as he stumbled away from the scene. His heart raced with a mix of anger, shame, and fear as he tried to process what had just happened. The harsh reality of his actions hit him like a freight train, and he found it hard to breathe through the overwhelming sense of self-loathing that gripped him.

Riki's gaze remained fixed on Jay, his anger still palpable. The protective alpha's fists were clenched, and he looked ready to deliver another blow. Sunoo clung to Riki's side, visibly shaken but comforted by his presence. The sight of the distressed omega and the fierce alpha guarding him made Jay's stomach churn with regret.

Suddenly, Sunghoon appeared on the scene, his face a mask of concern as he surveyed the chaotic scene. He pushed his way through the crowd, his sharp eyes quickly zeroing in on Jay. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the whispers of the onlookers grew louder as Sunghoon approached.

"Jay!" Sunghoon's voice cut through the din of the club. His tone was urgent, and he moved with purpose toward his friend. "What the hell is going on?"

Riki's glare remained fixed on Jay, his posture aggressive. "Stay away from him. He's caused enough damage."

Sunghoon's expression hardened as he stepped between Jay and Riki. "Riki, calm down. Let's not make this worse." Jay looked at Sunghoon as they had known each other.

Riki's nostrils flared, but he hesitated, clearly torn between his protective instincts and the calming influence of Sunghoon's presence. "He was hurting MY Sunoo, MY OMEGA. He needs to pay for what he did. He touched what BELONGS TO ME" Riki yelled in whole lungs.

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes never leaving Riki's. "I understand. But let's handle this without further violence. Jay, you're coming with me."

Jay, still reeling from the punch and the realization of his actions, looked at Sunghoon with a mix of gratitude and shame. "I—" he began, but the words caught in his throat.

Sunghoon didn't wait for Jay to finish. He reached out and helped him to his feet, guiding him away from the scene. "Let's go. We need to get you out of here."

As Sunghoon led Jay toward the exit, Jay glanced back at the scene. Sunoo was still clinging to Riki, who kept a protective arm around him. The look of relief on Sunoo's face and the anger in Riki's eyes were stark reminders of how far Jay had fallen.

Outside the club, the cool night air hit Jay like a splash of cold water, and he shivered, his emotions still in turmoil. Sunghoon guided him to a nearby alley, away from the prying eyes of the club's patrons.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Sunghoon's voice was sharp but laced with concern. "You can't just act like that."

Jay's head hung low, his hands trembling as he tried to compose himself. "I don't know what happened," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I lost control."

Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what's going on with you, Jay, but this isn't like you. You need to get a handle on yourself."

Jay looked up at Sunghoon, his eyes filled with a mix of remorse and confusion. "I don't understand why I did that. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Sunghoon's expression softened slightly. "We'll figure it out. For now, you need to get out of here and calm down. I'll call a cab for you."

Jay nodded, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. Sunghoon stepped away to make the call, leaving Jay alone with his thoughts.

The night air was still, and Jay's mind churned with the memories of the club. The image of Sunoo's frightened face and Riki's fierce anger played over and over in his mind, each one a stark reminder of how far he had gone astray.

When Sunghoon returned, he handed Jay his phone. "The cab is on its way. Just try to get some rest tonight. We'll talk more about this in the morning."

Jay took the phone and nodded, watching as Sunghoon walked away, leaving him alone in the alley. The silence was deafening, and Jay found himself grappling with the reality of his actions. The night had been a brutal reminder of the darkness within him, and he was left to confront the consequences of his behavior.

As Jay waited for the cab, he tried to piece together what had happened, his mind a chaotic jumble of regret and confusion. He knew he needed to make amends and find a way to reconcile with himself, but for now, all he could do was wait for the cab and hope that the new day would bring clarity.

Author note : Sorry guys for late update but hereeeee we go ~ please vote