Han froze, caught off guard, but his hands soon found their way around Jet, pulling him in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sleepyhead," Han teased.
Jet dropped back onto his heels, looking up at him. "Nah, it's all good."
Han nodded, glancing around before stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. Jet didn't notice—he was too busy being relieved that Han had made it back safely.
"Your flowery scent is fainter than usual," Han commented.
Jet shrugged. "Rut's coming soon. Another week of horror."
Han chuckled, adjusting his cap as they walked. "It's only once every three months. Omegas have it every month."
"You're right." Jet stretched. "Can't complain if someone else has it worse."
As they reached the exit, cars lined up outside, waiting to pick up passengers.
"You driving back?" Han asked.
Jet shook his head and pulled out his phone. "Took a cab." He tapped at the screen, trying to book another ride. But it was the middle of the night—who was even up at this hour?
"My driver and Victor are on the way. You mind riding with me?"
Jet didn't look up. "You've done enough for me. I can manage."
Han rolled his eyes and snatched the phone right out of Jet's hands.
Jet, too sleep-deprived to process what just happened, instinctively looked down and spun in place, searching the ground. Han's expression darkened.
"What time did you get here?" Han asked.
Jet kept looking for his phone, answering absently, "Got here before your plane got delayed. Around 9 PM."
Han's jaw tightened. "It's 4:45 AM!"
Jet finally realized Han was holding his phone. "It was just a few hours," he said with a yawn. "Not the best place to sleep, but I got a few minutes in."
He reached for his phone, but Han held it higher. "A few minutes?" Han's voice was tinged with concern.
Jet sighed. "Easy, big fella. I'm not gonna die from doing it once." Then, deadpan, "Now, can I have my phone?"
"Not until my car gets here. It'll be faster than a cab."
Jet was too exhausted to argue. He stood there for a moment before stumbling slightly, barely catching himself.
Han grabbed him, steadying the smaller Alpha before letting him lean in. Without hesitation, he draped his thick jacket around Jet and pulled his cap down over his face.
Jet sluggishly reached up, trying to take the cap off. "It's not that cold."
"I'd rather have you warm than freezing to death."
Jet let out a quiet chuckle, but before he could argue further, the car pulled up. Han gently lowered Jet's head, guiding him into the car, the cap still covering his face.
As soon as Han slid in, Victor's sharp eyes flickered to him, then to the figure slumped against him.
"Sir, is this a friend of yours?" Victor asked, voice neutral but laced with an undertone Han didn't like.
Han ignored the question and turned to the driver. "Drop Victor off first before taking this person home."
The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb. Jet, already half-asleep, didn't stir when Han's jacket shifted to cover more of his face.
Han caught Victor's gaze in the rearview mirror—sharp, prying, filled with something unpleasant. He knew from the moment the company hired Victor that the man was obsessive. He never caused trouble, but his fixation on certain people, particularly celebrities, was something Han chose to overlook.
Until now.
Victor kept glancing back, clearly trying to sneak a peek. Each time, Han met his gaze with an icy glare, forcing him to look away.
Finally, the car came to a stop.
"Here's your stop, Victor." The driver gave him a polite smile. "Stay safe."
Victor tilted his head down, stepping out without a word. Han watched him take two steps before the driver hit the gas, speeding off before he could even think about turning around.
A deep breath left Han's chest as he finally relaxed.
"How's he still working for you, bro?" the driver, Hojik, asked, glancing at Han through the rearview mirror.
Han exhaled, leaning back. "I'm too lazy to file a complaint."
Hojik scoffed. "And yet, you've been complaining to me about him for months."
Han shrugged. "Too much paperwork."
Hojik smirked, then nodded toward Jet. "So, who's this? Your boyfriend?"
Han's gaze softened as he looked down at Jet, completely knocked out against him.
"You could say that."
Hojik's brows lifted. "What gender?"
Han blinked, then smirked. "Omega."
Hojik nearly did a double take. "When did they get that big? I can't even smell anything—but damn! Just don't end up having an accident when you're both doing it, okay?"
Before Han could reply, a quiet voice muttered: "Well, that is embarrassing to hear."
Han stiffened, eyes snapping down to Jet.
Hojik nearly swerved. "Damn! How long has he been awake?"
Han narrowed his eyes, adjusting the cap to check. Jet was sound asleep—his body completely relaxed, his breathing steady.
Han sighed and let his head rest back against the seat. "He's dead asleep."
Hojik chuckled. "Guess he's good at embarrassing you."
Han rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Instead, he shut his own eyes, finally letting himself drift off, the warmth of Jet against him oddly comforting.
From the driver's seat, Hojik smirked. "Just don't end up doing it right after I get you both home."
Han's eyes stayed closed, but the slight twitch of his brow didn't go unnoticed.
—
"See you, lovebirds!" Hojik called out as he drove off.
Jet finally took off the cap, blinking up at Han as if trying to process something. Han didn't acknowledge it, already turning toward the house.
Jet quickly caught up, grabbing his arm. "Did you hear what he said?"
Han kept walking, his expression neutral. "No, what did he say?"
Jet narrowed his eyes, stepping inside when Han pulled the door open for him. "Lovebirds," he repeated, watching for Han's reaction.
Han turned to him, amused. "Oh? You think we're lovebirds?"
Before Jet could scoff, Han's fingers brushed under his chin, tilting his head up slightly. "Aw, that's so sweet of you, hunny," he said, grinning.
Jet's entire face went red. His jaw clenched, but no words came out as Han casually walked past him, acting as if nothing had happened.
Oh, he was not letting Han get away this time. Not again.
Jet tossed their coats onto the sofa before grabbing Han's arm and spinning him around, pulling him in close. Han barely had time to react before Jet's lips met Han's—a kiss.