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Seo Juntae was unlucky.
He was definitely the unluckiest of them all!
That's what was going through the boy's mind as he lay on the ground, with his face somewhat bruised and his body sore. All his bones hurt, really. He had no strength to get up, it seemed that if he moved any muscle at that moment, it could break. It wasn't a lie, those random troublemakers and unknowns to him — members of the Union — had beaten him and spread those rough and stinky pheromones all over him without any mercy, Juntae was breathing with difficulty. Being an omega without any physical defensive attributes in that region was already bad, but then a recessive omega? He could be dead.
He would be.
He doesn't quite know what happened for that whole situation to unfold right before his eyes. But in a few words, Keum Seongje.
Keum Seongje, that crazy alpha. It only took a simple drag of the sole against the concrete. Low, slow.
Something has changed in the air.
The foot that kicked Juntae suddenly stopped, and the Union members froze like animals sniffing out a predator.
Geum Seong-je appeared at the entrance of the room.
He approached slowly, one hand in the pocket of his black coat while the other held a cigarette between his fingers. "Hey, Eunjang. Just do what these guys say or you're really going to die.”
His voice was casual, a bit bored even. The eyes were impassive, without any clear expression in the irises.
"No..." Juntae said with a sigh, his lips slightly trembling, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open.
"What?"
"NO!"
The group alternated their gaze between the omega and Seongje.
"Okay~" That lunatic tilted his head to the side, as if he had just heard the biggest joke of the century, with that eerie smile on his lips. "Hats off to the romantic."
Took one last drag of the cigarette. One last time before throwing it on the ground. Seong-je moved forward without answering.
The first punch was dry, right in the face of the guy in front. His body folded before hitting the ground. The second one went straight to the jaw of the skinny kid who tried to intervene — it cracked loudly, the teeth clinking against the concrete like domino pieces.
Juntae let out a heavy sigh, as if he had been holding it for decades. He thought he would be the next to have his face beaten, – but honestly, there wasn't much Seongje could do with the rest of his energy. He was dizzy. The world was spinning. But even so, he had the sense that it didn't take half an hour for Seongje to finish his personal play.
He spun around euphorically, laughing like the freak he was. Juntae understood that, in some way, Seongje had helped him, and he was too tired to shiver at that, lying on the floor as if it were his second bed, he simply perished.
"The little lamb strayed from the flock and is still brave?"
He mocked scrutiny, crouching down towards the smaller body and obviously, there were no injuries on his face, – untouchable, right?
Juntae didn't answer him, he was still dizzy and dazed, mumbling painful words from his cracked lips, clenching his fingers together. It was so painful.
Seongje sighed, bored again. He got up and put both hands in the pockets of his coat, however, he noticed that Juntae didn't make the slightest effort to get up and huffed, imagining that he couldn't move a muscle.
Juntae gasped in surprise and trembled when he felt hands pulling his shoulders roughly, at the same time there was a slight touch of tenderness, or maybe he was just too groggy and started to hallucinate, he felt his arm being pulled back, passing over the shoulders of the Ganghak lunatic and another hand under his knees, pulling him easily.
Eunjang's puppy was too light for Seongje's taste.
Too light and too small, that irritated him.
The members of the Union were a bunch of bloodthirsty bastards, but still, good meals were offered to everyone.
Seongje huffed and laughed at the thought, startling the injured body he was holding, as it trembled with every movement he made.
He positioned him on the couch, calm and careful enough to make Juntae even more scared.
I'm scared, what is this?
Juntae hated to admit it, but the few pheromones Seongje released were strangely comforting; he could smell a soft scent of cinnamon with a hint of lemon, an odd combination, but it made him want to sink deeper into the couch. He could feel his head getting groggier and even considered dozing off for a bit.
The row of hurt faces no longer shared Juntae's thoughts; for them, Seongje's smell was dreadful, disgusting, and painful, very painful. They were practically immobilized in place by the smell.
The only one to enjoy a good smell of cinnamon was Juntae.
The omega thought, pressing his lips together and staying right in the corner of the couch, trying to move, but his muscles gave in to the strangely soft place, despite being in pieces. He rested his head on the cushion, watching Seongje move away and sit in an armchair, taking a pack of cigarettes and choosing another one, lighting it with the lighter. The cinnamon action mixed with that smell of ashes, still comforting.
Which scared Juntae.
"If you move one more limb i swear to God i'll come over there just to break your neck and ankle together."
He said with an amused voice when he noticed a small movement to the side, one of the guys was trying to get out of the line Seongje had made. That alpha made sure to put the group in a line, kneeling and very obedient, despite the blind spot, Seongje wasn't a guy you tried to fool or lose. Their faces were bloody, one of them even cried and the rest had trembling lips.
Juntae turned his face with the rest of his strength, looking at Seongje, his mouth opened a little, he tried to speak. The alpha twisted his lips, feeling a tingling in his fist that was starting to close.
“T…” He swallowed hard, even speaking hurt. It hurt a lot, he sniffed softly. “Thank you…”
Seongje hummed, removing the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling the smoke.
“Give me your cellphone.”
Juntae was silent, he curled up even more on the couch.
“I’m not going to give you information about Eunjang.” He said defensively.
Seongje laughed out loud, even more amused. Wasn’t it funny that that little lamb still tried to protect her friends at all costs? All that loyalty made Seongje sick, almost dizzy.
God, it was so funny.
He felt such a strong need to break that loyalty that his irises almost turned red, but he wasn't so amateurish as to lose control of his alpha over something so... banal.
“You should be glad i'm asking politely, what makes you think i can't take the strength of those small hands of yours? That hurts my pride somehow.” He said between laughs.
Juntae still seemed very cautious. His eyes watched Seongje with a distant glow, he had beautiful eyes, too pure.
It reminded him of Sion's eyes, but Sion was as aggressive as a wild animal, even if his eyes could deceive. Juntae was different, he had untouchable eyes, pure indeed.
“I'm going to call that idiot, Baku.” He clarified, even though he didn't need to.
Juntae couldn't help but feel apprehensive, he would leave his friends full of worries because of him. But, as if defeated, he just pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and slid it across the couch towards Seongje, who picked up the phone and didn't even need to dial, Baku's explicit name was already shouting on the screen.
So brilliant, Seongje answered and with a big smile on his face, said the following words: "Your puppy is here, you better come get him. It's not too hard to find me, so you don't need a location, do you?"
Beep.
He didn't wait for the other line to answer, Seongje put the cell phone on the front table, where Juntae's glasses were also, he had taken them off the boy's face and put them there since they were crooked on his face.
Seongje took another drag of his cigarette and would have teased the omega more, if it weren't for the fact that he was dozing now, comfortable in his own clothes, huddled against his own winter coat. Seongje didn't laugh, he just smiled sideways.
“Wow, this is fucking fun.”
That little lamb simply fell asleep in front of that lunatic alpha, not thinking he could do whatever he wanted. But Seongje preferred not to cross a few lines right now. In fact, he hadn’t considered Juntae as an option, not until he saw those soft eyes looking at him.
And his scent.
Fuck.
It was fucking soft and calming. He smelled like lychee ice cream. A fucking lychee ice cream. Was there anything weirder?
It was sweet, fruity and exotic, with watery and floral notes. It reminded him of a mix of grape, rose and pear, with a slightly citrusy base — soft, refreshing, yet with a lingering sweetness.
Seongje wants to smell it.
His fingers itch.
Worse, his fangs itch badly. He smokes some more, starting to get anxious. Suddenly he really wants to hit someone, those cold eyes staring deeply at the figure sleeping comfortably on the couch.
He almost got up from the armchair, until the door was opened abruptly.
Baku and Hyuntak. Seongje breathed, laughing. The two idiots ran to the sleeping body, Baku was the first to look at Seongje and then at the row of dejected boys who were kneeling with their heads down.
Clearly trying to understand what happened.
Seongje, on the other hand, watched Hyuntak's hands on the omega's face, analyzing if there were deeper wounds, they were gentle and careful touches, touches that Seongje could never provide.
Oh, why did i think of that? Ugh, i need more nicotine.
He sighed, taking one last drag, the boy was already starting to open his eyes little by little, Hyuntak now picked him up and placed him on his back, protectively.
Baku turned to Seongje after analyzing Juntae.
"Well, thank you." He was silent for a while. "Thank you very much."
Seongje lit another cigarette and laughed.
Nothing else was said, they just walked ahead with a partially unconscious omega on Hyuntak's back, while cold and slightly lowered eyes observed the back of the injured body.
Seongje was still half-stuck in that scent.
Right now, he really wanted to eat some lychee ice cream.