The dance floor was packed, but Minsoo moved like he owned it. His hips swayed to the rhythm, his movements fluid and deliberate. Taeyong matched him step for step, their bodies inches apart, the tension between them electric. Minsoo’s hands found Taeyong’s shoulders, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Taeyong’s grip tightened on Minsoo’s waist, pulling him closer.

“You’re good,” Taeyong murmured, his lips brushing against Minsoo’s neck. As he leaned in, he caught a whiff of Minsoo’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, like honey and vanilla, emanating from the omega’s scent gland. It was irresistible, and it immediately started driving him crazy. Damn, this omega is dangerous.

Minsoo laughed, low and sultry. “You’re not so bad yourself. But I’m still not impressed.”

Taeyong’s eyes darkened. He spun Minsoo around, pressing his back against his chest. His lips grazed Minsoo’s ear. “What will it take to impress you?”

Minsoo tilted his head, his lips curling into a smirk. “Try harder.”

Taeyong’s hands slid lower, one gripping Minsoo’s perfectly shaped ass, the other tracing the curve of his waist. Minsoo’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his omega instincts humming with satisfaction. This fucking man knows what he’s doing. His desire spiralled out of control.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Taeyong growled, his voice rough with desire.

Minsoo turned to face him, their noses almost touching. “I love danger.”

Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, all pretense gone. Minsoo’s fingers tangled in Taeyong’s hair, pulling him closer, their mouths devouring each other. Taeyong’s hands roamed Minsoo’s body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Their tongues tangled in a hot, desperate dance, each sucking and biting the other’s lips as if they couldn’t get enough. Minsoo moaned softly, the sound swallowed by Taeyong’s hungry mouth.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless. Taeyong’s eyes were dark with desire. “You’re trouble.”

Minsoo grinned, his lips swollen and glistening. “You have no idea.”

Taeyong grabbed his hand, leading him off the dance floor. “Let’s get out of here.”

Minsoo followed, his heart racing but his expression calm. As they slipped into the dimly lit hallway, Taeyong pinned him against the wall, his hands roaming freely. Minsoo’s breath hitched, but he kept his composure, his sassy demeanor intact.

“Yours or mine?” Taeyong asked, his voice a low growl.

Minsoo’s eyes flicked down teasingly looking at the bulge between Taeyong’s thighs, and he bit his lower lip, his gaze meeting Taeyong’s intentionally. “Mine.”

Taeyong smirked. “Lead the way.”

***

The next morning light entered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Taeyong, freshly showered and dressed in his clothes from the night before, moved quietly through the space. His eyes caught something on the nightstand, a small ID card. Curiosity got the better of him, and he picked it up, his eyes scanning the name: Cha Baekjin.

  

A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced back at the sleeping naked omega. ‘Cha Baekjin, I'd like to have another night with you’ he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Last night was…

Baekjin was fucking relentless. Taeyong had lost count of how many rounds they’d gone, but the omega showed no signs of slowing down. Taeyong had always thought he knew what it meant to be in control, but Baekjin? That omega shattered every fucking expectation. Every move, every touch, was a calculated assault on his senses. Baekjin wasn’t just playing: he was devouring Taeyong, exploring every inch of him with a fierce intensity that left him gasping for air.  

And the way Baekjin dominated him? Fuck. It was like the omega was challenging him at every turn, pushing him to the edge in ways Taeyong had never imagined. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and god damn it completely addictive. Taeyong couldn’t decide if he wanted to fight back or just let Baekjin take whatever the hell he wanted.  

Taeyong’s fingers brushed over the bite marks on his neck and hand… Yes Baekjin had left his mark, sharp and deliberate, like he was staking a fucking claim. The sting was still fresh, sending a jolt of adrenaline through him. It wasn’t painful..no, it was something else entirely. Exhilarating. Primal. Never in his fucking life had Taeyong thought he’d be marked by an omega, but here he was, wearing Baekjin’s teeth like a goddamn trophy. And the worst part? He fucking loved it.  

Baekjin was unlike any omega Taeyong had ever encountered. Fierce, independent, untamed. There was a wildness in his eyes, a hunger that matched Taeyong’s own no, fuck that, it surpassed his. Baekjin didn’t just push Taeyong’s limits; he fucking obliterated them. Every look, every touch, every bite was a challenge, a dare. Taeyong had never met anyone who could match his intensity, but Baekjin? That omega didn’t just match it, he owned it.

The alpha saved the apartment address on his phone map in order to make it easier to return here at a later time, and be with the omega who’d turned the tables on him.

***

Minsoo stirred awake, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back like a contented cat. He glanced around the room, noting the absence of the alpha who’d shared his bed. Not that he cared. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted, a night of passion that left him feeling recharged and alive. His weekly energy quota had been thoroughly filled, thanks to… Y-Yeah! the alpha who’d matched his intensity.

He chuckled to himself, his voice soft and amused. “He must think I’m a savage.” Then, with a playful smirk, he added, “Sorry.” But the apology was directed at no one; Taeyong was long gone.

The sound of his phone ringing broke the silence. Minsoo reached for it lazily, answering with a groggy but cheerful, “Good morning.”

“You need to deliver the apartment keys to the receptionist within an hour,” a stern voice said on the other end.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Minsoo replied, his smile tightening.

“And make sure the place is clean,” the voice added, sharp and demanding.

Minsoo pulled the phone away from his ear, before he rolled his eyes but kept his tone light. “I’ll make sure of it,” 

“And nothing should be missing from the apartment,” the voice continued, as if reading from a script.

“THERE’S NOTHING TO STEAL!” he yelled -his patience wearing thin- before hanging up and tossing the phone onto the mattress. “People these days just want to annoy you,” he muttered, flopping back onto the bed and burying his face in the soft covers humming softly to himself.

He wasn’t wrong. The apartment was bare, devoid of anything valuable. Minsoo always made sure of that whenever he rented a place for the weekend. He wasn’t here to cause problems. He was here to enjoy himself, to let loose and indulge in the company of whoever caught his eye. People should really be more understanding.

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