Namil hated to admit the amount of pheromones he had forced his body to release the day before had made him weak. Sure their scent would force omegas and even betas into submission but by releasing so much at once, they would hurt themselves as well. But he had a point to make and he did what had to be done. That was the reason he slept the whole day and the day after until around afternoon. The garden wouldn’t be at its prettiest anymore at that hour, so he decided to take Insu there the next day in the morning when the weather was the most refreshing.
It was already dark outside when, after a thorough shower, he put his clothes on and came out of his chambers after more than a day. Finally recovered but still tired as hell. Thinking it was best to check up on Hyo and Duho, he started walking toward the hallway that led to their room. Their chambers weren’t close but still on the same floor. Namil hadn’t wanted the omega to be around him 24/7 and had declined the king’s suggestion at moving into bigger chambers with him back when he had first marked the boy and knotted him. What chaotic few days it had been…
Arriving at the square that led to three other hallways, he was about to turn left to Duho’s when he saw a maid coming from Insu’s direction with a tray in hand. The food was untouched.
Gesturing for the woman to stop, he inspected the plates and looked at her for explanation without using words.
“He hasn’t eaten since yesterday, your highness.” She said with her head hanging low into a bow. “He looks very ill.” The maid said quietly under her breath, as if scared to say the words at the same time.
With furrowed brows, he looked at the hallway of the boy’s room as he exhaled slowly.
“Is this his dinner?” He asked, looking back at the maid.
“Yes, your highness. He refused to let me in. He’s locked the room from the inside.” The middle-aged woman looked somehow worried about the boy if her body language was of any evidence, but he didn’t believe her concern to be entirely genuine.
And of course, the omega wouldn’t stop being a headache that easily. Gesturing toward the tray, he held his hands out and met with the maid’s widened surprised eyes when she handed it to him with much hesitation. He nodded his head to the side to show the latter she could leave before he sighed deeply and, with a change of plans, walked toward Insu’s room instead.
Steam was still coming off of the soup when he arrived at the big wooden doors.
“Open the door.” He ordered the guards, ignoring their equally surprised faces upon seeing him carrying a tray like it was such a big deal.
“Y-Your highness, he’s locked it from the inside.” One of them stuttered, scared of the outcome of his answer.
Turning his eyes away from the light brown of the wood to slowly look at the boy answering him, he raised an eyebrow as he stretched his arms toward the other guard to take the food tray from him. The smell of that soup wasn’t really pleasant under his nose for so long.
“Tell me. How is it that he locked the door from the inside when it should’ve been already locked from the outside.” He said firmly and in a tone that wasn’t question-like at all.
“Your highness, he locked it immediately after one of the maids left his room after bringing him lunch. Before we managed to lock it from here.”
sighing deeply in how stupid and useless their guards were, he walked a step back.
“Move.” He simply said before focusing his strength in his right leg and kicking the door right on the lock. Such a weak thing couldn’t withstand his power and gave in that instant. Breaking with a loud noise and therefore opening the entrance for him.
Straightening his outfit, he inhaled and took the food back from the guard. “Don’t let anyone inside.”
The room was pitch-black. All the lights were off and from the single ray that was shining through the door crack, he saw that the omega was not on his bed. Balancing the tray in one hand, he dragged an armchair nearby to push it against the door to keep it closed now that the lock was ruined and turned the lights on, looking around the room. Thoughts of the boy having managed to somehow sneak out crossing his mind. And then he saw him.
Insu was sitting in a corner of the far end of the room. Knees hugged to his chest as the silver in his eyes sparkled while staring at him warily. The omega had somehow become thinner than he already was and with each step Namil took toward him it became more evident.
Putting the food tray down on a table near the bed, he stood on his spot for a few seconds, inspecting the odd way the other was sitting. It almost looked like he was ready to jump up and run. He couldn’t see one of his hands clearly but didn’t think much of it.
When he was only a meter away from the younger, Insu’s body tensed as he stopped breathing and only looked at him with a serious focused gaze, a clenched jaw, and a very deep frown. And then he saw the hand he couldn’t see before. He saw it when the omega lifted it up aiming at him, his fingers wrapped around a knife.
“Come closer and I’ll stab you.” Insu said through gritted teeth, his pupils dilated and only a thin ring of his icy eyes remaining.
“Are you threatening me with a butter knife, Insu?” He stood still, body weight resting one of his legs as he looked down at the boy that was sitting on his feet like the wild animals that were ready to fight.
“Did you forget I grew up in the jungle? I know exactly where to hit to kill instantly. A butter knife is more than enough.”
Namil didn’t reply. Instead, he took in the other’s features. He had taken his clothes off, remaining in his underwear only, and his hair was pulled back with a hair tie. Now, with no hair in the way, he was even more delicate and… beautiful.
“If you grew up in the jungle,” He took a small step forward. “I grew up learning every martial art there is out there.” He was right in front of the knife when he stopped again. Its tip slightly touching his hip. “But you can try if it makes you feel better. I can’t stand and let you hurt me though.” He waited. He waited perhaps up to a minute for the other to attack him, but nothing happened. The room was in complete silence. The omega’s eyes fixated on him and only him, and his hand with the knife slowly starting to shake. Insu started to lower his arm bit by bit until the knife hit the floor, making a louder sound than necessary. The latter’s expression that was of cautious and bravery until then, got replaced with devastation and sadness. He bent in half, hands on the ground and head hung low as he curled into himself and sobbed quietly. “I hate you.”
Namil saw how those long bony fingers scratched over the ceramic tiles, the knife abandoned next to one of the hands. He didn’t know what took over him but he felt the need to do something. To calm him down and make him stop crying.
Crouching down and resting one knee on the floor, he reached out for the naked back and stroked over the smooth skin of the other slowly. It all happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that if he wasn’t born into battle practices every day of his life until now, he probably couldn’t even register any of it.
Insu, the person that was supposed to be nothing more than a weak omega, had taken hold of the knife again without him even noticing it. Namil only realized what was happening when the muscles under his hand tensed a second prior to the attack, before those eyes looked up at him and the knife moved to tear at his flesh. But, like he had told him, he was born into an everyday combat training lifestyle. He acted on reflex the second the hand with the knife moved toward his abdomen. He pushed the hand down and away from his vital body parts, but because they were so close, the knife tore through his left thigh and with the amount of strength the younger was using, it went inside half-way.
Gritting his teeth and pressing his lips not to make a single sound that indicated he was hurt, he wrapped his arms around Insu who now seemed ready to run to the door.
Namil couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let the other go out of this room so he used all of his strength to pull him close, circle his arms around him as tight as he could while still sitting on his right knee on the floor, left leg burning with pain but nothing nearly enough to knock him out.
Insu struggled to set himself free. Pushing his palms on his sides and scratching over his back without talking at all.
“Stop.” Namil said, fingers of one hand moving to the other’s head and pushing his face into the left side of his neck. “Insu, stop. I can’t let you go out right now.” He tried to say it as gently as he could but he wasn’t really successful.
As expected, getting the omega’s face pushed into his scent gland helped in calming him down gradually. Insu stopped thrashing around and his body turned limp in his hold, but then the figure that had been so tense and firm until that moment, started trembling and getting cold.
“I hate you so much.”
He felt tears wetting his skin but kept the face in his crook of neck.
“What are you doing to me? I can’t, I can’t even hurt you properly even though you’ve hurt me so much.” The younger’s voice broke as he spoke, his lips moving on his skin softly.
“I should ask you that. What are you doing to me that I’m hugging you like this to not let you out because if the others know you’ve attacked me, you’ll be executed.” Namil sighed, his mind hectic with a million thoughts that wandered around but he couldn’t help feeling calm either when the omega’s sweet scent was right under his nose. He buried his face in his neck and sniffed deeply. His hand pulling off the hair tie to be able to entangle his finger with the soft, long pink hair of Insu.
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