"I have no space to worry about myself."

Hyunseok slowly turned his eyes toward the calendar on his desk. His gaze stopped on a particular date, one that had been circled carefully in red ink. He stared at it for a few seconds before quietly murmuring,

"I think I need to keep some distance for the time being."

He continued looking at the circled date, his expression becoming increasingly distant, but before he could think any further, he reached for the car keys lying on his desk. Without wasting another moment, he stood up and left his office. He drove back to the mansion, and after several minutes, the familiar building finally came into view. The moment Hyunseok opened the front door, he was greeted by silence.

The mansion felt strangely empty.

Usually, there would be some sign of Yihan's presence somewhere in the house, whether it was the sound of the television, the noise of him moving around, or simply the mess he somehow managed to leave behind wherever he went.

But today, there was nothing.

Hyunseok slowly stepped inside and looked around the empty hall.

"Yihan?"

There was no answer.

He glanced toward the living room, half-expecting to find Yihan sitting on the couch watching television or eating something, but the room was completely empty and unusually clean.

A strange feeling settled in Hyunseok's chest. 

He slowly walked upstairs, convincing himself that Yihan was probably sleeping. When he reached Yihan's room, however, the door was open. The room was empty.

Hyunseok's expression immediately changed.

He checked the room once more before turning around and walking toward his own workroom. Perhaps Yihan had gone there. But the moment he opened the door, his heart suddenly began beating faster.

The lights were on.

Hyunseok clearly remembered turning them off that morning before leaving for work. He stepped into the dim room slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light, and then he looked toward the right side.

He stopped.

Yihan was lying on the floor beside the bookshelf, surrounded by scattered books.

Several of them were still open, and the wind coming through the slightly open window caused their loose pages to flutter continuously, the soft rustling filling the otherwise silent room.

Hyunseok immediately hurried toward him. He lowered himself beside Yihan and carefully lifted his head onto his knees.

"Why he is sleeping here...?"

The question barely left his lips before he noticed something was wrong. Yihan's face was flushed, his hair and clothes were damp with sweat, and his entire body felt unusually hot.

"Yihan."

Hyunseok gently shook his shoulder.

"Yihan, wake up."

Yihan slowly opened his eyes, his unfocused gaze wandering for a moment before settling on Hyunseok.

"What... are omega's and alpha's...?"

"What?"

Hyunseok stared at him, confused by the question.

"Yihan, you're burning up. We need to go to the hospital."

He tried to help him sit up, but Yihan seemed barely aware of what was happening around him.

"Yihan... Yihan, are you fucking listening?"

Yihan slowly shook his head, pressing one hand against his forehead.

"What the hell is happening...?"

His voice was weak and confused.

"It feels like everything is spinning... my whole body is burning... and my ears are ringing and i think my pants became wet..."

Hyunseok stared at him, unable to understand why Yihan had suddenly become so sick. Then, without warning, a memory flashed through his mind.

Hyunseok froze.

For a brief moment, he couldn't even remember what he had been about to say. Before he could gather his thoughts, Yihan suddenly pushed himself up from Hyunseok's knees and stood unsteadily.

"Yihan?"

Hyunseok immediately reached out to steady him. But Yihan seemed overwhelmed by the heat and discomfort he was experiencing, becoming increasingly restless and confused. Hyunseok quickly caught his hands when he realized Yihan was trying to remove his clothes because he felt unbearably hot.

"What are you doing? Stop."

Yihan pulled his hands away, breathing heavily.

"Ah... I feel so hot..."

Hyunseok stared at him for a moment. Then the realization finally hit him. His expression changed completely. The symptoms. The sudden heat. The confusion. The way Yihan's body was reacting. Hyunseok finally understood what was happening.

"Yihan..."

His voice became unusually quiet.

"You're in heat."

Then Yihan slowly sat back down and leaned against the bookshelf, his body still unsteady.

"hyun...hicc...can you please touch I think I'm in pain even if I touched my self, the pain is not going"

 Hyunseok's eyes widened when he heard that. It was even more shocking that those words were coming from Yihan's mouth. Even though Yihan tempted him, he restrained himself as hard as he could because he didn't want to make another mistake, but Yihan's pheromones were making it so hard.

He carried Yihan in his arms and took him to his bed. He slowly placed him on the bed. Yihan caught hold of Hyunseok's shirt.

"Can't you help me?"

"I'll help you but first control your pheromones"

"How?"

"ahh..fuck...Yihan lemme tell you, you are the one who is making me go crazy so don't blame me in the morning"

he said while on the Yihan and removing is shirt buttons slowly he removed he shirt. he has a strong body that nobody has those mussels and pecks are like god graved them carefully. but before the main course there are things that need to be ready so he slowly put his one of the finger inside him slolwy. 

"hic" 

"hyunseok I think..." 

hyunseok lifted his lips, he smiled widely "Yihan I didn't even do anything but you were spilling your cum every where"

"are you regretting before even we start"

"eek..no...continue please put it in I think I can't take anymore"

the night was long for Yihan, they have continued sex for so many hours that they have forgot how many times they did that...The heat slowly faded as Yihan fell into a deep sleep.

Hyunseok made sure Yihan was clean and comfortable before going to sleep. He lay down beside him and hugged him tightly, afraid that Yihan would disappear from his life if he ever remembered what had happened in the past.

But even so, that night still felt unreal to him.

It was the first time Yihan had been the one to ask for sex, even though he had been affected by his heat. Hyunseok couldn't stop thinking about it.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep as those thoughts continued to fill his mind.  

Morning came, and before Yihan woke up, Hyunseok got up and washed himself. Then they went downstairs. Before the maid even arrived, he prepared breakfast for Yihan. Then, suddenly, a voice came from upstairs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"