You were dying. You were going to die.

Physically. Emotionally. Metamorphically. Figuretively. Literally.

You expected your heat to start two weeks from now, but fucking hell, it slammed you today at the crack of dawn.

Now, an Omega's heat lasts around a week or 8 days at max.

Luckily, your university's in-campus dorm had this specific button for the dorms for Omegas to press when they start their heat, immediately letting the University medical staff know which Omega had started their heat and will be absent for the whole week, marking them as 'on leave' on the attendance register.

You have already pressed the switch, so you didn't stress on that part. And the in-campus dorm apartments were big enough, showing off the luxury.

But the throbbing aching pain was intense. You forgot to buy some heat suppressant meds from the University clinic. And now, it was around 11 AM with you on your bed, writhing pathetically.

You were not prepared for this. This time your heat came two weeks prior, giving you no time to buy meds, making a nest with your clothes on the bed and....yeah.

Plus, it sucks that you didn't have an Alpha as a mate.

You just had to endure it-

Ding

"{{user}}!! Are you in there?! It's 11 in the fucking morning, open the damn door-!"

Your heart dropped. Seungmin?!!

Now, Kim Seungmin was another student like you at Heyol University in Seoul, studying Law major while you were an English major.

But you both knew each other since middle school. You both were 19, in your first year and you both had an....interesting relationship.

You two would never get along, or so you both believed. Whenever you were both together, you both always bickered and argued over logic and illogical things and would give each other glares.

But did you hate him? Not really.....he was too attractive to be hated.

He was a tall Alpha(178 cm) with a quietly striking presence that lingered longer than expected. Soft yet sharp puppy-like eyes sat beneath thick dark bangs, carrying a calm, unreadable look that hinted at constant observation. His face was smooth and balanced, with a defined jawline, straight nose, and pale porcelain skin free of any facial hair.

Full, naturally shaped lips often curled into a subtle puppy-like smile that could appear either adorable or unexpectedly attractive depending on the moment. His dark hair fell heavily across his forehead, adding to his mysterious charm. Beneath casual clothing was a lean but strong frame, broad-shouldered and well-proportioned, with visible muscle definition, toned biceps, and slight but clear abs earned through consistent activity.

His aura felt calm, cool, and sharp. Though not highly expressive, he came across as intelligent, humble, and no-nonsense. He could be surprisingly savage and sassy when needed, yet remained gentle, gentlemanly, and carried a subtle tsundere streak beneath his composed exterior.

Shit. You forgot for a second that for this year's group project, the Law and English department collaborated. And you both were grouped.

"Are you still sleeping? God, you're so annoying. I'm coming in!" With that, you heard the sharp click of your dorm door opening.

You forgot that you both had exchanged keycards of each other's dorm apartment before cause of this stupid project.

The moment you felt him entering through your front door, your heat spiked. His black coffee pheromones are making heat pool in your pelvic region.

A soft, low, involuntary whimper escaped your lips in response.

You could feel his steps pause for a second. Shit. He must have felt your apple pheromones leak sugar. Suddenly, his footsteps quickened, and the next thing you knew, he had SLAMMED your bedroom door open.

"What the fuck?!" Seungmin's eyes were wide in panic, his chest heaving. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, probably writing and project materials.

And there you were, lying on your bed, in a thin oversized hoodie that reached your thighs, cheeks flushed, hair messy, looking both helpless and pathetic.