"Ahhh… ahh… why do I feel like someone is right on top of me…?"
Sora woke with a jolt, sweat clinging to his skin, his heart racing wildly in his chest. A strange warmth lingered between his legs, leaving him flustered and uncomfortable.
"Ahh… this goddamn dream again. Why do I always dream about this…?" he muttered, his voice trembling.
Sora was the youngest master of the Kim family, though technically his twin brother, Liam, was older by only a few minutes. In a world ruled by alphas and omegas—by pheromones, instincts, and dominance—people like them were rare.
Both he and Liam were dominant omegas.
Highly compatible with alphas. Highly desired. Highly vulnerable.
Their lives had never been ordinary. Power, control, and danger followed them everywhere.
Even in their sleep.
By the time Sora arrived at school, the hallways were already buzzing with chatter and footsteps, but everything felt distant to him, like he was walking through fog.
"Hey, Sora!"
One of his friends stepped into the classroom, eyebrows furrowed with concern.
"Man, are you okay?" another asked. "You look terrible today."
Sora blinked and forced himself to focus. "Yeah… why do you ask?"
"Aigoo, just look at you. You're pale as hell. Did you even sleep?"
"I'm fine," he replied automatically.
But he wasn't.
His mind kept circling back to the same thing.
The dream.
That same faceless person. That same overwhelming presence.
Who is he…? Why does he feel so real? We've never met… so why does it feel like I've known him forever?
The thoughts looped endlessly, drowning out his friends' voices.
As soon as class ended, Sora slipped away to the washroom. He splashed cold water on his face and stared at his reflection, trying to calm himself.
Then— "Wait."
That single word made his heart slam painfully against his ribs.
He froze.
That voice…
Why does it sound so familiar?
A stall door creaked open.
A young man stepped out—tall, broad-shouldered, devastatingly handsome. Sharp features. Dark eyes that seemed to look straight through him.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man asked softly, his tone smooth yet commanding.
Sora swallowed. "Are… are you talking to me?"
The man smirked slightly.
"Did you really think you could run away from me, Sora… baby?"
The word hit him like lightning.
Baby.
Suddenly, everything clicked.
The dreams. The touch. The scent.
It was him.
"First of all, I'm not your baby," Sora snapped, trying to steady his shaking voice. "Second… who the hell are you?"
The man studied him for a moment before answering.
"Ren Joon. From the Joon family."
Sora's blood ran cold.
The Joon family.
The most powerful. The most dangerous. The most feared.
And this guy was staring at him like he was the only person in the world.
"So… you're that crazy dominant alpha from the Joon family?" Sora whispered.
Ren didn't deny it.
Instead, his pheromones slowly began to leak into the air.
Heavy. Thick. Suffocating.
The small washroom instantly felt too cramped.
"H-hey… what's happening…?" Sora gasped.
His knees gave out, hitting the floor hard. His chest tightened like invisible hands were squeezing the air from his lungs.
"I… I can't breathe…"
"You'll be fine," Ren said calmly as he stepped closer. "Just bear with it, baby."
"I told you I'm not—"
"But you are."
Ren's voice dropped lower.
"Your body's already responding to me."
Sora hated it.
Hated how hot his skin felt. Hated how weak his legs were. Hated how his own pheromones betrayed him.
He tried to stand, but Ren caught him easily and pulled him closer.
Then Ren kissed him.
Soft at first.
Then demanding.
Like he had been waiting years.
"Sora…" Ren whispered against his lips. "I've waited for this since middle school. Do you really not remember me? That's… cute. Every time I see you, I lose control."
Sora's thoughts blurred. Panic and heat tangled together until he couldn't tell which feeling was stronger.
He wanted to run.
But his body refused to listen.
Elsewhere in the school, his friends were already panicking.
"Where the hell did Sora go?" Jin muttered.
"No idea… maybe the washroom?" Kookie replied.
Jin cursed under his breath. "He's about to go into heat again. It's been three weeks. We have to find him now."
But they were already too late.
By then, Sora was unconscious in Ren's arms, being carried to his car.
Ren drove through the night, city lights streaking past the windows.
He kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting gently against Sora, holding him close like something precious.
"Sora… my lovely darling," he murmured softly. "Sleep until we get home."
When they arrived, both families were gathered in the hall, deep in discussion about the agreement binding the two households together.
An engagement.
The youngest Kim.
And Ren Joon.
Ren ignored everyone and walked straight upstairs with Sora in his arms.
"Sorry about our son," his mother said lightly. "He's… not quite right in the head."
Sora's mother only laughed politely, unaware of what was truly happening.
Inside his room, Ren laid Sora carefully on the bed.
He knelt beside him and brushed a strand of hair away from Sora's forehead, his expression unreadable.
"Sora… everyone thinks I'm unstable. Dangerous," he murmured quietly. "But right now… there's only one thing I want to know."
His fingers lingered against Sora's cheek.
"When will you go into heat again… baby?"
The room fell silent, thick with pheromones and tension.
Even unconscious, Sora's body responded, as if fate itself had already decided who he belonged to.
To be continued.