Mr. Lim was leaning over Mr. Kim, who was holding his shirt pulling him in closer. Mr. Kim kept taking deep breaths, the scent of his pheromones building each time he exhaled.

Mr. Lim spoke as if out of breath himself, "Mr. Kim. I have to drive you home. You're in heat."

The words of reason seemingly didn't reach Mr. Kim as he was reluctant to let go of Mr. Lim. He instead wanted to nuzzle his face into his chest and take in more of his scent. Mr. Lim's pheromones were like a cold cup of water, cooling down his fever and helping ease his body aches.

Mr. Lim took one of Mr. Kim's hand in his own, and released more of his pheromones into the small car,

"Mr. Kim."

He let Mr. Kim breathe in his pheromones, hoping it would calm him down enough so that he could speak. And as he was holding his hand, he kept saying his name, as if it was a spell helping him keep his wits about him.

"Junho. Junho, your address. Please. Junho"

Mr. Kim, who was still attempting to nuzzle close into Mr. Lim's arms, replied,

"okay, I'll tell you."

And after Mr. Kim told Mr. Lim where he lived, Mr. Lim held onto Mr. Kim's hand, trying to carefully make his way to his apartment.

Once there, Mr. Lim wasn't sure what to do. With Mr. Kim in heat, he couldn't let him walk up himself. But, because he's in heat, he couldn't go up with him. While wondering what to do this time, Mr. Kim mumbled, "Minseo."

His eyes were shut, with a few tears rolling down his face,

"Minseo, he-help." 

Mr. Kim looked as if his symptoms were suddenly intense, his face was blushed in a reddish tint, his body was trembling and beyond the coat covering his lap, it seemed like his pants were becoming a mess.

Mr. Lim still didn't want to do anything more than hold hands, as he wasn't sure if Mr. Kim even knew what he meant when he was asking for help.

"Mr. Kim, I can't-"

Mr. Kim nuzzled with Mr. Lim's jacket again, 

"Minseo," he mumbled again.

Mr. Lim got out of the car, walked to the passenger seat and opened the door. He unbuckled Mr. Kim's seatbelt and made sure the jacket was covering him up. 

Mr. Lim scooped up Mr. Kim into his arms again, who although was slightly out of it, wrapped his arms tightly around Mr. Lim. Taking the chance to once again deeply breathe in Mr. Lim's pheromones.

Mr. Lim took careful steps to Mr. Kim's apartment door, and when seeing the padlock,

"Junho, what's the passcode?" He asked.

Mr. Kim mumbled, " my passcode? it's 1234." 

Mr. Lim thought that Mr. Kim was playing around with him, and yet, he pressed the numbers into the padlock.

And was surprised when it turned out that he wasn't joking.

Despite being surprised, he promptly carried Mr. Kim into his apartment, looking around for where his room was. After finding Mr. Kim's bedroom, he placed him down, letting Mr. Kim lay down on the bed.

Mr. Kim was now holding onto Mr. Lim's jacket with one hand, and holding onto Mr. Lim's wrist with the other.

"Minseo, are you leaving?" He asked.

Mr. Lim tried to gently release Mr. Kim's grip on his wrist, "Junho, I'll leave now. It's okay, just rest."

Mr. Kim stared at Mr. Lim, he smiled slightly,

"Minseo, can you come closer?" 

"M-Mr. Kim."

***

Mr. Kim woke up, tucked comfortably into his bed, nuzzling a jacket as if it's a fluffy stuffed animal. He was still half awake, as he was breathing in the scent of the jacket and unconsciously smiling.

'I should keep this.' 

It wasn't until this thought that Mr. Kim fully woke up. He sat up in his bed, looking at the familiar jacket that he was still holding onto.

'why-why am I so attached to this?'

With each minute that went by, Mr. Kim kept remembering the things he did and said yesterday to Mr. Lim.

Although he has been told that omegas don't act like their usual selves during their heat, he couldn't believe the things that he did yesterday. 

Still, as he was remembering all the things that happened the other day, he unconsciously held the jacket that still had Mr. Lim's scent on it to his nose. He didn't think before he took a deep breath in, closing his eyes and imagining the image of buttery bread and Mr. Lim.

Mr. Kim was still feeling a few symptoms of his heat, with a light fever and body aches. Along with the feeling of wanting not just any alpha's pheromones, but, Mr. Lim's.

Mr. Kim remembered another memory from yesterday, he took his hand and touched his lips.

'What did I do with Mr. Lim?'