The apartment feels suffocating, the silence too loud. You haven’t spoken to Heeseung properly in days—not since you came home and found him in bed with those omegas. You don’t know what’s worse: the way he avoided you after, or the way you let Jay into your room later that same night when he offered to "cheer you up".

You’re still fuming, hurt and confused, but tonight something snaps. Heeseung comes home late—again. The door swings open, and you’re already standing in the living room, arms crossed, heart racing. He freezes when he sees you, tension rolling off his shoulders.

“Where were you this time?” you bite out, voice sharper than you intended.

Heeseung sighs, tossing his keys onto the counter. He doesn’t look at you. “Out.”

“Out,” you repeat mockingly, stepping closer. “Is that what you call it now? Are you going to ignore me forever, or is this just how you deal with things? Fuck two omegas and pretend like nothing happened?”

His head snaps up, amber eyes glowing with something feral, something restrained. “Watch it.”

“Why? Because it’s true?” Your voice trembles, but you stand your ground, omega instincts screaming at you to back down. He’s an alpha—he’s your alpha, no matter how much you deny it—but you won’t let him intimidate you. Not now.

“You think I didn’t hear them? Didn’t smell them when I walked in? And you knew, Heeseung. You knew how that would make me feel.”

His jaw ticks. “Don’t talk to me about knowing things. You’re the one who ran straight to Jay—"