Mr. Kim sat across from Mr. Lim, holding the cold drink in his hands, which helped cool the rising warm feeling. The two were both enjoying their drinks and each other's company. However, the conversation between them had dwindled away. 

Mr. Lim pulled out his phone from his pocket, tapping onto the screen while Mr. Kim silently looked toward him.

Before long, Mr. Lim lifted his head to look at Mr. Kim again,

“Junho, would you like to watch a movie together?”

Mr. Kim was slightly surprised at the suggestion, but grateful that Mr. Lim seemingly wanted to do more together. As he didn’t think that far ahead about what to do after finishing their drinks. 

“N-now? Sure.”

“Let me check the showing times. I heard from Mr. Cho that the movie ‘My Beloved Coworker’ is quite popular.”

Mr. Lim looked down at his phone screen again,

“The next showing starts in two hours, we could stop by a bookstore before heading to the movie theater.”

Mr. Kim smiled, “that sounds nice.”

After the two finished their drinks, Mr. Kim stood up first to head to the washroom.

"Mr. Lim- Minseo, I'll be right back."

Mr. Lim seemed to like being called casually more than he thought, as there was a slight pink blush on his face. 

"I'll wait here, Junho."

Mr. Kim also had a blushing face, however, it wasn't due to him being nervous or excited. He instead started to feel a slight fever.

Along with aching body chills, that started to come and go since he first woke up. 

He was nervous to experience a heat again, since the last time felt so long ago. Because of this, Mr. Kim made sure to take his suppressants with him.

He pushed out two pills from a bill box and swallowed them. He then rinsed his face with cold water from the washroom sink. 

And after another minute, he went back to Mr. Lim so that he could continue the date that he was looking forward to.

The two walked to a bookstore that Mr. Lim picked out, it was near the movie theater and seemed to have a large selection of books. 

"Junho, are there any books you've been interested in recently?"

Mr. Kim thought about it for a second, though, he couldn't think clearly as he could increasingly sense the scent of Mr. Lim's pheromones in the air. That scent of freshly baked buttery bread made his heart pound faster, and a tingling sensation formed in his stomach.

Mr. Lim seemed to sense the increase of his pheromones in the air, as he quickly asked Mr. Kim, 

“Are you okay?”

He continued, “did you take your suppressants? Do you have them with you?”

Mr. Kim couldn’t find the strength to talk, so he instead simply nodded to Mr. Lim’s questions.

He wasn't sure why, but he started to feel the same symptoms as he did last time despite taking the heat suppressants given to him. With a slight fever taking his whole body, and the unnatural desire for an alpha's pheromones. Although Mr. Kim wanted to beg Mr. Lim for something he didn't fully understand, he tried to hold back and hide his pheromones even though he didn't know how to.

Mr. Kim's legs began to shake, as he slowly melted towards the ground. His sweet scent that smells like a mix of freshly brewed espresso, milk and caramel sauce, wafted through the air. 

Mr. Lim's own pheromones released a little as he was surprised of the familiar sight of Mr. Kim experiencing heat. 

The noise of other people whispering to each other in the bookstore made him snap out of his thoughts. 

Mr. Lim took off the coat that he was wearing and laid it over Mr. Kim's shoulders, hiding the state of his body. He knelt down and picked up Mr. Kim 

"Junho, I'll drive you home. Can you give me your address?"

As Mr. Lim walked toward his car, Mr. Kim snuggled closer to his chest, taking deep breaths in.

"M-Mr. Lim, your sc-scent." 

He clinched his shirt into his hand, "release it more."

Mr. Lim, despite the nuzzling from the one he was interested in, laid Mr. Kim down into the passenger seat of his car. 

He took his coat and laid it atop of him, which prompted Mr. Kim to pull it to his nose. 

"Minseo," Mr. Kim mumbled.

Mr. Lim gripped the steering wheel tighter each time he took a breath in and smelled the scent of Mr. Kim’s pheromones in the tight space of his car. 

He couldn’t drive anywhere until Mr. Kim had told him where to go, 

“Should I drive him to the hospital?” he muttered.

Before he made that decision, he thought to ask Mr. Kim for his address once more.

“Junho, where do you live? I’ll just drive you home, okay? I won’t do anything. It’s okay.” 

Mr. Kim, who was still clinging onto the jacket, looked towards Mr. Lim. 

He smiled, and reached over to pull Mr. Lim’s shirt and lips closer to his own. 

“I’ll tell you if you let me smell more of your pheromones,” he said.

Before he could rationally think, Mr. Lim found himself letting out his own scent into the car.

"Mr. Kim," he breathed out.

"Tell me now. Please."

It seemed like Mr. Lim was now the one begging the other for something, as he was desperate for Mr. Kim's answer.