"Welcome to the hotel, sir," a young woman behind the counter greeted him as she chewed gum. "Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes, I do,” Jisung replied, his voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “It's under the name of... um, Suno.”

The receptionist's eyes scanned the computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. “Ah, here it is. Mr. Suno, you're all set. Just sign here, please.”

Jisung quickly scrawled his signature, his hand slightly shaking, and the receptionist handed him a key card. “Your room is on the fifth floor, room 512. Take the elevator to your right, and it will be the second door on your left. Have a good time, sir. And remember, if you need anything, just call the front desk.” 

Her gaze swept over him, up and down, before settling on his face. It was subtle, but Jisung caught it. She knows. She knew why he was here.

Her emphasis on “anything” made his stomach churn. “Thank you,” Jisung mumbled, his eyes fixed on the key card as if it held the key to unlocking his hidden desires. His heart thudded so violently it felt like it might leap out of his chest. He swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight. ‘I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. All for some stupid game? What happened to me?’

His body betrays his own principles.

At his age, most omegas had long since shed their virginity, a fact that had often been a source of whispered judgment and quiet embarrassment for Jisung. People like Suno had made sure he was aware of it. 

But he had never had the chance to fall in love or explore his desires. His past was a tapestry of lonely nights, his heats spent in solitude, his body yearning for release he had never allowed himself to seek. Suppressants had been his only solace, but they had never been enough to quell the longing that simmered beneath the surface.

If he was being honest with himself, and now, in this moment, he had no choice but to be, he had been thinking about this moment for weeks. Suno's teasing words echoed in his mind: ‘You're just a horny bunny, Jisung.’ His cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of fantasies and daydreams, his mind consumed with thoughts of what his first time might be like. The shame of those fantasies had burned at first, but as the days passed, the fire within him had only grown stronger. Suno's plan had ignited something primal, something he could no longer ignore.

A few days earlier, Jisung had visited his father, an encounter that had left him shaken and frustrated. The memory of their conversation still lingered, a heavy weight on his shoulders. At least he wouldn’t see his father for a few months, a small sense of relief washing over him. This would be his secret, a way to forget the tension and disappointment of that meeting.

Now, standing before the door to room 512, Jisung's heart raced, his breath coming in shallow bursts. His father would have a heart attack if he knew Jisung was here, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. But he was doing this for himself, to explore his desires and finally lose his virginity, to finally know what it was like to be with an alpha. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.

jisung walked in the room with an unsure footsteps to find a bed in the small the room and a small coffee table across the big window and man sitting on the chair, his head down.

“You're here…” the person said with a husky voice making a shiver run on jisung's spin.

He strutted “y-yes” the reality hit jisung who's this man, he remembered clearly that the man had a long hair or… did he had a haircut, even his voice sound a bit different from the last time he heard him or didn't he heard him too well last time. 

The man looked up at jisung, and he can confirm it's the same man from the flower shop even if he's not wearing glasses…

“Strip yourself,” the black haired ordered in a low, firm voice, leaving no room for introductions, straight to work.

Jisung’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “Huh? Don’t talk to me like that. I’m a detective,” he retorted, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound authoritative.

The black haired tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, my bad. Then strip yourself, detective,” he said, emphasizing the last word with a teasing lilt.

Jisung’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his pride warring with the heat creeping up his neck. “Y-you have no shame,” he stammered. “I’m not staying here anymore.”

He turned on his heels, his body tense as he moved toward the door. But before he could take more than a step, the alpha's voice stopped him cold.

“Yeah, you can leave,” the man said, his tone casual but laced with a dangerous edge. “And I’ll just call that beta… what was his name again? Ah, yes. Suno. He’d die to know that you’re a helpless virgin.”

... to be continued 

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