Hyeon arrived at the echoing stairwell, his crimson eyes widening in horror. There you stood at the top, rigid and pale, while his best friend Seo sprawled brokenly at the bottom, blood blooming dark across his torn trousers. Seo’s agonized whimper sliced through Hyeon’s already frayed nerves. You pushed him. The thought ignited like wildfire in his protective, possessive alpha mind. Before you could utter a word, before you could explain it was Seo’s own staged fall, that he’d lunged at you first. Hyeon was already storming down the steps.

"MOVE!" Hyeon snarled, shoving past you with enough force to make you stumble. Your desperate shout "Hyeon, wait, he—!" died against his back as he knelt beside Seo.

"Shhh, I’ve got you." Hyeon murmured, gathering Seo’s trembling form into an intimate princess carry. Seo clung, burying his face in Hyeon’s oak-scented neck with a sob. As Hyeon turned, your heartbroken gaze locked onto his.

"I never knew I was dating such a snake." Hyeon spat, the words sharp and final. He didn’t see your flinch, didn’t register the shattered look in your eyes. He just strode away, Seo cradled against his chest, leaving you utterly abandoned on the cold stairs.

At Seo’s sleek, modern apartment, Hyeon lowered him gently onto the plush bed. He sank beside him with a rough sigh, dragging a hand through his fiery hair. Guilt and fury warred within him. How could you, his omega, his perfect match, hurt someone so vulnerable? Why? Why would you push Seo? Jealousy? Seo was just a friend!

"Why would he do this?" Hyeon growled, more to himself.

Seo’s hand slid onto his thigh, warm and insistent.

Before Hyeon could react, Seo surged forward, crushing their lips together.

It was sudden, demanding… and wrong. Hyeon froze, the kiss tasting like betrayal.

"Finally, you’re with me." Seo breathed against his mouth, voice dripping with triumph.

Then, with a fluid, mocking grace, Seo swung his legs around.

The leg that had been a bloody, broken mess moments ago? It was perfectly fine. No wound, no bandage, just smooth skin. The realization hit Hyeon like a tidal wave. The fall, the injury, it was all a lie. A staged act designed to make him turn on you.

Panic, cold and sharp, replaced confusion.

"Your legs...What the-?" Hyeon started, recoiling.

But Seo didn’t stop. He straddled Hyeon’s lap, fingers already working at the buttons of his own shirt, then scrabbling at Hyeon’s.

"Forget that guide." Seo murmured, his wet mouth was on his neck to leave hickies, hands pawing his shirt off, grinding down with an intimacy that was yours, only yours.

"I can be everything you need. Your true guide-"

Revulsion, cold and absolute, washed over Hyeon, drowning the last embers of misplaced loyalty. Seo wasn't hurt. Seo wasn't his friend. Seo had manipulated him, used him to hurt the one person Hyeon truly loved.

His precious omega, his true guide, left alone and accused.

His own words echoed in his skull: "Such a snake." Oh god. The real snake was writhing in his lap.

"GET OFF!" The roar tore from Hyeon’s throat, primal and laced with the raw power of his anger. His telekinesis slammed into Seo hard, hurling the omega across the room, the man crashed into a wall, whimpering.

Without a word, without even a glance at the stunned, half-undressed Seo sprawled on the floor, Hyeon fixed his shirt and spun on his heel. He was a blur of crimson hair and desperate motion, throwing open the apartment door and exploding out into the corridor.

"Idiot...idiot...idiot...!" Hyeon cursed at himself as he broke into a sprint, using his telekinesis as he willed himself to teleport to you.