Ow.

In hindsight, Jisung's current situation can be blamed on no one but Jisung himself. His friends call him dumb sometimes, sure, but leaving his house while in heat has to be the another level of stupid.

And now he's here. Guards half-pushing, half-dragging him through the hallways of the palace, until they stop in front of doors too big and too fancy to be anything good.

The doors open, and they push Jisung forward and into the room. Without hands on him, his knees buckle almost immediately, landing on the hard floor with a painful thud. He can hear the door shut behind him, but his senses are focused on something more important. The smell.

He's not alone in the room. He's alone in the room with an alpha.