#alpha!sunoo

[liuhsng]

✩ˎˊ˗ breaking point ( ksn ! )

✩ˎˊ˗ part of the untouchable series | enhypen masterlist

⤷ pairing — sunoo x fem!reader

⤷ word count — 15.6k ⤷ taglist for the series — open !

⤷ warnings — smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, a/b/o au, alpha!sunoo, omega!reader, fem!reader, foul language, slowburn, brother's best friend trope, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mutual pining, in denial!sunoo, kinda shy!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, marking, creampie, mating press, overstimulation, dacryphilia, knotting, fluff, angst, mentions of the other parts from this series

⤷ a/n — I'M BACK AFTER 4 YEARS.

✩ˎˊ˗ summary — being sunghoon’s younger sister by a year, it was clear to everyone that you were off-limits. sunghoon’s overprotectiveness made it impossible for anyone to forget that, especially sunoo, his best friend. the pink haired alpha, who always saw you as nothing more than his best friend’s little sister. he wasn’t looking for an omega or a mate, and that was that. but when things get heated between the both of you, he had no choice but to confront the feelings he always had for his best friend's younger sister that he couldn't deny anymore.

Being the youngest daughter of the esteemed Park family was hard—not because of who your brother was, but because of all the rules you were raised to follow.

From the moment you could walk, you were groomed to be perfect, poised, refined, and constantly reminded that you were next in line to rule alongside Sunghoon.

The pressure was suffocating. Every step you took was measured, every decision scrutinized, and the expectations never seemed to end.

The problem? You had never asked for any of it.

As his younger sister, it was hard to make your own way when all anyone ever saw was the role you were born into.

And to make matters worse, there were constant reminders that you were off-limits—not just because you were his sister—well, maybe just a little, but because you were the future of the family.

You were a one-in-a-million case—the only Omega born into a bloodline full of purebred Alphas, aside from your mother. That rarity only made you more valuable in their eyes, something to be protected, preserved, and eventually paired off like a prize.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Sunghoon tap lightly on your knee, the touch familiar yet still enough to pull you back into reality.

His presence in the front seat always carried an air of authority, and for a moment, you resented how easily he could just command your attention.

“Stupid Alphas and their stupid genes,” you muttered under your breath.

“Stop zoning out,” he said, his voice a playful reprimand—though the smile on his face suggested he wasn’t too bothered by your distraction.

You rolled your eyes as you shifted in your seat. “I’m not zoning out,” you muttered, trying to shake off the frustration that had been rising under your skin.

The weight of your family’s expectations felt heavier than usual.

Sunghoon, sitting next to the driver’s seat with his attention partly on the road and partly on you, sighed.

“You know Mom’s going to expect you to bring a suitor with you to the dinner, right? At least someone who looks like they’re even remotely interested in you.”

Your chest tightened at the mention of it. The dinner wasn’t for a few more days—five, actually—but your mother had already made it clear that tonight’s family gathering would be just the beginning.

It was one of those events designed to solidify your place in the hierarchy, and somehow, the spotlight was always on you and your older brother, no matter how much you tried to avoid it.

“Yeah, I know,” you said dryly, glancing out the window at the passing buildings.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with her acting like your love life is the family business.”

Sunghoon chuckled, a sound that felt too familiar—dry and dismissive, as though he didn’t even consider anyone good enough to be worthy of you.

“I just think no one’s good enough for you,” he said with a shrug, his voice almost bored as he looked out the windshield.

“Mom’s just doing her usual thing. Trying to find someone who’ll follow the rules and look the part. Doesn’t matter who they are, as long as they check the boxes.” Sunghoon sighed, shooting you a tight smile in the rear-view mirror.

You bit your lip to keep from rolling your eyes.

The last thing you needed was your brother deciding who was worthy of you—especially when the last thing you wanted was someone picked for you based on some list of family-approved traits.

“I’m sure she’ll find someone who meets all her requirements,” you said, sarcasm laced into your voice.

Sunghoon glanced at you, the amusement in his eyes fading into something a little more serious.

For a second, you saw a flash of concern, but it was gone just as quickly. “Don’t let her get to you,” he said quietly.

“The only thing you need is an Alpha who cares about you,” he added, his tone oddly casual, though he sounded sincere.

“Like your mate, who I’m sure is just out there waiting for you. You’ll find him eventually.”

You blinked, surprised by the unexpected softness in his voice. You weren’t used to hearing him talk like that.

Shifting uncomfortably, unsure of what to say, you asked, “You really think someone’s out there waiting for me?” The doubt crept into your voice despite the flicker of hope his words had caused.

Sunghoon’s gaze softened for a moment, his expression unreadable. “I don’t think you need to worry about that right now,” he said with a slight grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“When the time comes, you’ll know. Just… don’t let Mom rush you into someone you don’t want.”

You let out a quiet sigh, turning your gaze out the window as the car slowed. The city lights blurred past, and before you could process it, the familiar driveway came into view—an all too familiar mansion.

The car honked, and a figure appeared in your peripheral vision. You recognized him immediately, even from a distance: Kim Sunoo, casually scrolling through his phone as he stood by the front gate.

As the car rolled to a stop, he looked up, saw you both, and sent Sunghoon a playful smirk through the rolled-down passenger window.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Sunoo said with a grin, his eyes lighting up as he looked up from his phone.

The soft glow of the streetlights caught the strands of his pink hair—his signature look, the one everyone knew him for—before he slid into the car beside you without missing a beat.

But as Sunoo settled in, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that had been creeping up on you for a while now.

You’d known him for as long as you could remember—your brother’s best friend, always around when the two of you were growing up.

His family was just like yours: pureblooded, with a reputation that seemed to follow them wherever they went. But to you, Sunoo had always seemed harmless, just another guy who’d been around long enough to feel like part of the family in his own way.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when he had been just Sunghoon’s best friend. The guy who teased you relentlessly, but never in a mean way.

He was always present, always just there: at family gatherings, at parties, even during quiet moments when you’d end up sitting side by side, silently enduring the weight of family expectations together.

It wasn’t an obvious change, not something you could point to with a specific date. But, something that began to grow when you found yourself seeing him differently.

Maybe it was during one of those times when you had to wait for Sunghoon outside an office—a day when he’d gotten into a fight with another Alpha after his classes.

You were both stuck waiting for your brother, his stubbornness keeping him inside while you and Sunoo were left in an uncomfortable silence.

You’d both sat there, avoiding each other’s gaze as the minutes stretched on, and something inside you felt weird.

The way Sunoo’s eyes would flicker toward you, like he was trying to catch your attention without fully looking at you—as if testing whether you were still there.

You’d meet his gaze for a second, but he’d always look away too quickly, leaving you with the unsettling feeling that there was something he wasn’t saying.

His scent, always so familiar, seemed to hang in the air thicker than usual. It was the heady mixture of rum and neroli you’d come to associate with him—something that screamed ‘Kim Sunoo.’

But now, it felt more intense, like it was seeping into your senses and refusing to let go.

Each inhale felt deeper than the last, and with every breath, your heart began to pound faster.

Your inner Omega reacted before your mind could process it, a soft whimper rising in the back of your throat as your body seemed to crave the closeness, the warmth that Sunoo offered.

“Omega…” Sunoo grumbled under his breath, his voice barely a whisper, but it was enough to make your pulse spike.

His eyes narrowed, his expression flickering with something unreadable as he moved next to you.

“Alpha,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, trying to force some control back into the situation.

The word barely left your lips before Sunoo let out a breath, his hand brushing against yours, sending another wave of heat coursing through you.

Before you could fully process what was happening, the glass doors to the office burst open with a loud bang, snapping you out of the haze you were in.

Sunghoon stormed out, his face contorted in irritation.

“Let’s go,” he grumbled, his voice laced with anger. He barely spared a glance in your direction before he turned, expecting both of you to follow.

Sunoo stood up immediately, his posture rigid—but not before shooting you one last look.

Now, here you were in the present, sitting next to the pink-haired Alpha in the backseat of the car. He hadn’t said much, just offered you a tight-lipped smile when you briefly met his gaze.

His usual bright smile was gone when it came to you, replaced by something colder. You didn’t know what had changed between you two—only that it had.

And it was driving you crazy.

The school halls felt a little emptier than usual.

You found yourself walking alongside Heeseung’s mate, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you made your way toward the library.

“So, how’s your relationship going?” you asked, breaking the silence between the two of you as you both navigated the winding hallway. Your voice was light, almost teasing.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I haven’t seen you in a hot minute, and that’s the first thing you ask me?” she chuckled, nudging your shoulder with her own.

“Guess I should be flattered, huh?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Well, it’s not like I have a lot of time to catch up with you,” you replied, voice dripping with mock sarcasm.

“Plus, I’m curious what it’s like to have a mate.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to her chest. “Well, let me tell you, it’s a whole different world—but not in the way people make it seem.”

You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious now. “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? Like, you find your other half, and everything just… clicks?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“It does click, but not always in the way you think. It’s not just about this perfect connection. You have to understand each other on a level most people never get. And that means sometimes stepping back, compromising, giving up things you thought you wanted.”

You frowned slightly, trying to process what she was saying. “So, it’s not all… smooth sailing?”

“Not at all,” she said with a grin, her expression softening.

The two of you slowed your pace as you reached the library doors, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit worried.

“Sounds like a lot to take in,” you murmured.

“It is,” she agreed, her expression softening, her voice quieter now. “But when it’s right, it’s worth every bit of effort.”

She paused, glancing at you with a hint of playfulness. “Anyway, enough about me and my romantic life. What about you? Any suitors yet?”

You snorted at her tone. “Oh, definitely not. My stupid brother would never let that happen.”

You couldn’t hide the frustration in your voice. “Honestly, he’d probably pick the guy out himself if he had it his way.”

As you pushed open the library doors, you immediately spotted Sunoo. He was scanning the second aisle of books, his pink hair catching the light as he casually flipped through a book in his hands.

The quiet rustle of pages echoed, but the moment you stepped inside, something changed.

His scent hit you; rum and neroli, as usual, but then, something softer, something sweet and floral lingered in the air, mixing with the familiar fragrance.

Cherries and daisies. Your scent. You hadn’t realized it until now, but it was unmistakable. The realization hit you like a wave, the familiar smell of your scent blending with his in the air around you made your heart race.

Sunoo looked up, his eyes immediately meeting yours, and you felt a jolt in your chest. His gaze flickered toward you faster than you could process, as if the sudden rush of your scent had caught him off guard.

For a moment, he looked like he was trying to figure out what was happening.

The usual cocky grin he wore was gone, replaced by something that looked unsure. The silence stretched between the two of you, hanging in the air.

His lips parted as if to say something but closed again before he could speak, his eyes flickering to the side.

You felt your cheeks warm, a slight blush creeping up as you realized just how much of your scent had made its way to him.

It wasn’t the usual mixture of rum and neroli; it was your scent, swirling around him, and it made everything feel strangely intimate.

After a few seconds, Sunoo cleared his throat, attempting to break the tension.

“Hi,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. His hand went to rub the back of his neck in an awkward gesture. “What’s up?”

“I—I'm just looking for a book,” you said quickly, trying to steady your breathing.

“Right,” Sunoo muttered, his lips pressing into a tight line.

Before either of you could say anything else, Heeseung’s mate, who had been watching the whole exchange with amusement, couldn’t help herself. She stifled a laugh behind her hand, clearly entertained.

At this, Sunoo’s gaze hardened slightly, his jaw tightening as if her subtle teasing had struck a nerve. His eyes flicked to her, sharp and full of irritation.

Before he could even retort, a familiar voice called out from across the library, breaking the silence.

“Dude, come on!” It was Ni-ki, his usual energy apparent even in his rushed tone.

He was standing near the library entrance, waving a hand as if trying to pull Sunoo out of whatever awkward interaction he’d just walked into.

Sunoo sighed, running a hand through his hair before nodding at Ni-ki. “Yeah, I’m coming,” he said, his voice strained.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking toward you once more before he turned and started walking toward the door.

Ni-ki, however, didn’t seem to miss the stiffness his friend carried. As Sunoo approached him, Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his gaze darting between you and Sunoo with a smirk slowly creeping onto his face.

“Not a word,” Sunoo snapped, his voice firm as he grabbed the younger by the arm and dragged him out of the library before he could say anything else.

The doors swung shut behind them, leaving you and Heeseung’s mate standing there. She let out a low whistle, clearly entertained by the exchange.

“Well, that was… something,” she said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as the heat of embarrassment crept up your neck.

“Don’t start,” you muttered, but the sound of her soft laugh made it clear she already had.

“Come on,” she teased lightly, nudging your shoulder.

“You have to admit, that was a little intense. And considering the fact that he’s your brother’s best friend…” Her voice trailed off knowingly, leaving the rest unsaid.

Your cheeks flamed even hotter, and you dared a glance at the already closed door, heart still racing from the look Sunoo had given you before leaving.

With a heavy sigh, you whispered, “I know.”

Ni-ki wore a smug grin as he and Sunoo made their way down the hallway toward Jungwon’s classroom. The pink-haired alpha kept his head down, his jaw tight, while Ni-ki practically bounced with every step.

“You know,” Ni-ki started, his tone dripping with mischief, “I could smell your scent from a mile away.” He wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust, throwing a glance at Sunoo.

“And, man, it went sour the second you came near me. Wonder why?”

Sunoo shot him a glare, his fists clenching at his sides. “Shut up, you brat,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though the flush on his cheeks betrayed his emotions.

Ni-ki just laughed. “Relax, I’m just saying. You sure you’re not catching feelings?” His voice was light, and the teasing tone in it made Sunoo’s brows knit even tighter.

By the time they reached Jungwon’s classroom, Sunoo’s patience was wearing thin.

Ni-ki opened the door without hesitation, poking his head in. “Hey, President! We have a meeting.”

Jungwon looked up from his desk, his sharp eyes instantly narrowing as they landed on Sunoo.

His nose scrunched as he groaned. “What the fuck, Sunoo? What’s up with your scent? It’s all over the place.”

Sunoo let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples as if trying to push down a rising headache. “It’s nothing,” he said firmly as he shot Jungwon a pointed look.

“Can we just go? Get your ass up there before Ni-ki starts running his mouth again.”

But Ni-ki wasn’t done. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his grin widening. “Oh, he’s not exaggerating, though. Your scent’s practically begging for attention right now.”

“Ni-ki!” Sunoo snapped, his voice rising. His cheeks were now a bright red.

He shot Jungwon another look as his footsteps were already moving back toward the hallway.

Jungwon sighed, closing his book as he trailed behind Sunoo and Ni-ki. His sharp eyes flicked between the two, lingering on Sunoo’s unusually tense shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up,” Jungwon commented. “What happened?”

“I already told you, it’s nothing,” Sunoo said through gritted teeth, his pace quickening as if he could outrun the conversation. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “Dude, I’m just concerned.” He stepped closer to Sunoo, his gaze scrutinizing. “And why does your scent keep spiking like that? It’s—” he wrinkled his nose again, “—weirdly sweet.”

“Woah, which one of you reeks of Omega?” Jake’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere as he walked up from the opposite end of the hallway, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

He stopped a few feet away, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group before settling on the pink-haired Alpha.

All of them turned to look at Sunoo, who visibly tensed under their stares. His scent, usually subtle, was undeniably different now; sweet and overwhelming, like cherries and daisies after a summer rain.

Jake’s eyes widened slightly as the realization hit. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, pointing at Sunoo, a teasing smirk spreading across his face.

“What the hell, dude? I thought you didn’t want a mate. Sunghoon’s gonna lose his mind if he catches a whiff of this.”

Sunoo groaned, his jaw tightening even further. “For the hundredth fucking time, it’s nothing,” he snapped, his voice low.

Jake wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, his eyes holding nothing but amusement. “Nothing? Seriously?” He let out a chuckle, leaning casually against the wall.

“Because from what I’m smelling—” he broke into another laugh, “it doesn’t sound like nothing.”

And just like Ni-ki, Jake was far from being done. He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping into something more serious. “Just saying, Sunoo. You smell like you’ve already claimed her as your Omega.”

Sunoo’s patience finally snapped. He stepped forward, his shoulders tense as he grabbed Jake’s collar. “I already told you, it’s fucking nothing!” he growled, his fangs bared for the brief est second before he caught himself.

His voice echoed down the hallway, sharp and raw. He took a shaky breath, forcing his expression back under control, before spitting out, “Can we just drop it?”

The hallway fell silent for a moment, the tension thick between them. Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he exchanged a glance with Jake and Ni-ki.

“Alright, let’s go,” Jungwon muttered.

Sunoo turned on his heel, his head held high as he stormed off down the hallway, the weight of his barely restrained temper lingering in the air.

The council meeting dragged on longer than expected, leaving everyone tired but relieved as everything finally wrapped up.

Jay stretched his arms over his head while Jake clapped his hands together, his signature smile plastered on his face.

Before anyone could leave, Sunghoon stood up, leaning casually against the table. “Before we all go home to suffer through whatever my family has planned for us this weekend,” he started, glancing around the room.

“I’m throwing a party at our place. Consider it a little pregame before we have to suffer through whatever formalities my family has planned.”

“Your place?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Yeah, well, we’ll deal with it,” Sunghoon replied with a shrug. “I’ll handle everything. You guys just show up and try not to burn the house down, okay?” He flashed his trademark smirk.

Heeseung snickered, leaning back in his chair. “No promises, man.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “You guys are exhausting. Just be there, okay?”

Sunghoon grabbed his bag from the chair beside him, slinging it over his shoulder with a casual flick of his wrist. He glanced at Sunoo, who was still looking through his phone.

“Come on, man,” Sunghoon said, nudging Sunoo with his elbow. “Let’s head out. Don’t make me wait on you.”

Sunoo gave a short nod but didn’t respond immediately. He slipped his phone into his pocket and grabbed his own bag, standing up and following Sunghoon to the door.

But Sunghoon stopped just before they reached it, pausing for a moment. “Actually, you go ahead,” he said, glancing at Sunoo. “I need to make a few calls before we head out. Wait for me at the car.”

Sunoo nodded, albeit with a slight frown. “Alright. Don’t take too long.”

With that, Sunghoon waved off Sunoo and headed back to the council room. The pink-haired Alpha turned and walked out of the building, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The cool evening air hit him as soon as he stepped outside, but it wasn’t the chill that made him pause—it was your scent.

Cherries and daisies. Sweet and distracting. It clung to the air around the car parked near the curb, faint at first, then stronger the closer he walked.

Sunoo’s nose twitched as he instinctively inhaled, only to immediately scowl at himself. His jaw tightened, and he muttered under his breath, “I really need to get all of my cars fixed… don’t know how long I can hold back with you showing up like this.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to school his expression into something unreadable before his eyes finally lifted—only to see you already there.

You were standing near the car, scrolling through your phone, oblivious to the turmoil you’d just sent him into.

The sound of footsteps reached your ears, mixed with the muddled trace of familiar Alpha scents. For a second, you assumed it was both Sunghoon and Sunoo walking toward you. But when you looked up—

Instead of both of them, it was just Sunoo.

He slowed his pace as he neared you, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before darting away. His posture was more stiff than usual, like he was trying to keep himself together despite the tension.

He cleared his throat, offering a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Your brother had to make a few calls,” he said, trying to keep his tone light, though it didn’t sound quite as casual as he intended. “He’ll be out in a bit.”

You raised an eyebrow, noting the way he avoided your gaze. Something was different about him—it seemed like he was even more avoidant than before.

You leaned a little more against the car, letting your phone slip into your pocket.

“Oh, alright. I was expecting you both,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Guess it’s just you for now.”

Sunoo’s gaze met yours briefly, but he quickly looked away, the tension between you two rising just from the quietness that surrounded you.

“Yeah,” Sunoo replied, his voice quieter than usual. “He’ll catch up soon.”

You both stood there, the silence stretching on a little too long for your liking. Every time you shifted slightly, the pureblooded Alpha’s eyes flickered toward you, only to dart away quickly when you looked in his direction.

Sunoo’s gaze wandered back to you, though his eyes lingered longer this time. His brows furrowed just slightly, as if trying to figure something out—something that was clearly confusing him.

His hands, tucked into his pockets, clenched and unclenched as if he were trying to control his inner Alpha.

He was trying to keep it together, but you could tell he was struggling, and it only made the tension between you two worse. Your scent—the cherries and daisies that always clung to you—seemed to hit him harder now than it ever had before.

He kept his head down at times, shaking it slightly, as if trying to will the thoughts away. But it was impossible.

Before the silence could swallow you whole, a familiar figure came into view. Sunghoon, bag slung over his shoulder, was walking toward you both, his sharp eyes landing on you.

When he noticed Sunoo, his gaze narrowed for a moment before he pushed the door open and got into the driver’s seat.

Sunoo visibly relaxed when Sunghoon appeared, his shoulders easing.

You noticed the way Sunghoon’s gaze flicked between you two, almost as if trying to get a reaction out of you, before his expression softened.

“Let’s go,” Sunghoon muttered, his tone light, but you caught the faintest hint of annoyance to it.

As you got in, Sunghoon’s eyes lingered on Sunoo for a moment, an unreadable look being exchanged between them before he turned his attention back to you.

The car ride back to your house was suffocating with the silence between Sunghoon and Sunoo. Their usual playful banter was absent, making it feel like there was a thick wall between them.

Sunghoon’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched, and his eyes were fixed ahead, not once glancing at Sunoo.

When your brother finally pulled up to your house, he didn’t even look at you as he parked the car.

“Go on, I’ll go home later, I’m going to hang with Sunoo a bit at his place,” he said, his tone flat, though he didn’t make eye contact.

You hesitated, still confused by the strange tension between the two of them, but Sunghoon wasn’t one to order you around if nothing was up.

You opened the car door and stepped out, the cool air hitting your skin as you closed it behind you. But as soon as you turned to head inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Inside the car, Sunghoon didn’t waste any time. As soon as the door slammed shut, he put the car in gear and pulled away, his face hard as stone. He spoke again, his tone colder than before.

“Sunoo,” he said, his voice low, full of suppressed rage. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The pink-haired Alpha didn’t immediately respond, his eyes flicking to Sunghoon’s, and the words that followed were filled with frustration.

“What the fuck are you saying?” Sunoo spat. His tone was angry, but there was a hint of nervousness he couldn’t hide.

He was defensive, like he was trying to convince himself more than Sunghoon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sunghoon’s eyes darkened, and he slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

“Don’t lie to me. I saw the way you were looking at her, at (Y/N). You think I didn’t notice? You’re not fooling anyone, Sunoo. You’ve made it clear you don’t want a mate, so don’t start acting like you care about my sister. She’s not some fucking toy for you to play with.”

Sunoo’s breath caught in his throat. The words hit him like a punch. His anger rose and his pulse quickened, but he wasn’t ready to back down.

He was Kim Sunoo, for god’s sake. A pureblooded Alpha. The one everyone looked up to, admired, even worshipped as if he were some sort of god.

People didn’t question him. They didn’t dare. They whispered his name in admiration, gazed at him with awe, and hung onto every word that fell from his lips. He was always in control, always the one holding all the cards.

Yet here he was, sitting in Sunghoon’s car, feeling like a cornered animal.

“I’m not—” his voice cut off. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.

“You’ve lost your mind. You think I’m some kind of… what? A threat? To (Y/N)?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t even—”

But the words got caught in his throat, the sheer audacity of Sunghoon’s words sparking something primal that clawed its way to the surface.

“I don’t need your fucking lectures,” Sunoo snapped, his voice rising, laced with frustration and something darker. “You think you can just sit there and tell me what to feel? Like you know everything about me?”

Sunghoon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice, cold, cut through Sunoo’s anger like a blade.

“I know enough, Sunoo. I know what you’re capable of. You’ve always been able to have whatever you wanted, and you never cared about the mess you left behind. I’ve seen it. I’ve cleaned it up.”

Sunoo flinched, his jaw tightening as the words dug into him. “You think I’d do that to her? To your sister?” he practically spat the words, his voice trembling with disbelief and something he couldn’t quite place: shame, maybe, though he wasn’t about to admit it.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“Yes, I do,” Sunghoon spat back, his glare sharp enough to draw blood, and the fire in his eyes kept on burning.

“And you’d better hear me too. I don’t care who you are, Sunoo. I don’t care how many people bow at your feet or how many Omegas line up just for a glance from you. She’s not one of them. She’s not yours to toy with.”

Sunoo slumped slightly, the words hitting him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to argue, to lash back, but the weight of his own best friend’s anger pressed down on him.

Sunghoon’s voice lowered, the cold anger hinting at something even more dangerous: protectiveness.

“You’ve built your reputation on being untouchable like the rest of us, Sunoo.” Sunghoon scoffed, his knuckles whitening against the steering wheel. “On being the Alpha no one can resist.”

He leaned back, his jaw tightening before his gaze snapped toward Sunoo again. “But this time it’s different.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “She’s different.”

Sunghoon’s glare sharpened, the fire in his eyes unrelenting. “And I’m not going to let you drag her into whatever this is.” He exhaled harshly, the sound more of a growl than a sigh. “So if you can’t figure your shit out, then stay the hell away from her.”

His tone hit colder, more final, as he finished: “Not her, Sunoo. Not my sister.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension in the car so heavy it was almost suffocating. Sunoo turned his gaze to the window, his jaw tight and his chest heaving.

He wanted to say something, anything; but the words refused to come. For the first time in his life, Kim Sunoo didn’t know what to say.

And that terrified him.

The bass of the music slammed through the walls of your room, shaking the floor beneath your feet as muffled laughter and indistinct chatter filled the air.

The faint stench of alcohol wafted in from downstairs, mixing with the faint scent of perfume you’d just sprayed.

You stood in front of your vanity, mascara in hand, carefully brushing it through your lashes.

Despite the loud party happening just a floor below, your mind was miles away, spinning relentlessly over the events of the day.

Your brother's voice echoed in your head, commanding and impossible to ignore. “Go on.”

His expression was hard, his tone leaving no room for argument, and his eyes held something you couldn’t quite place. Anger? Frustration? And then, hours later, when he finally came home, his jaw was set tight and his movements sharp.

He’d brushed it off entirely. “Pay it no mind,” he’d said, as if you could.

You blinked, startled as Jungwon’s mate’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“Well, don’t you look pretty,” she said with a teasing tone, her warm smile reflected in the mirror beside you. She leaned against the edge of the bed, holding a glass of wine, her relaxed posture a contrast to your tense one.

You managed a small laugh, the corners of your lips twitching up as you capped your mascara. “Thanks,” you muttered, setting the tube down on the vanity.

“I mean, you always do,” she continued, waving her hand as if it were obvious. “Your genes are just unfair, honestly.”

She paused, tilting her head with a mischievous grin. “But tonight, I don’t know… there’s something different. You might just find yourself an Alpha.”

“I’d kill to have your genes,” Heeseung’s mate chimed in from where she was perched on the armrest of a chair, twirling the stem of her own wine glass between her fingers.

“The rest of us have to try, but you? You just wake up looking like that.”

You laughed lightly. “Okay, calm down, it’s not that serious,” you replied, though a faint blush crept up your neck.

“Oh, it is,” Jungwon’s mate insisted, sitting up straighter. She gestured at you with her drink. “Half the Alphas downstairs are probably already talking about you, and you’re not even there yet.”

You rolled your eyes, about to deflect when a knock at the door broke through the conversation. All three of you turned toward it just as it cracked open slightly.

“Hey—” Ni-ki’s voice came from the hallway as he peeked his head inside, his dark hair slightly messy and his tie undone.

His teasing grin widened when he spotted you. “Oh, look who’s not ready yet. Should’ve known.”

“What do you want, Ni-ki?” you asked, crossing your arms but unable to suppress a small smile at his antics.

He leaned against the doorframe, his expression mischievous as his gaze darted between the three of you. “Well, for one, Jungwon and Heeseung are downstairs losing their minds trying to figure out where these two are,” he said, directing his words to the other two Omegas in the room.

Both women groaned, rolling their eyes in unison.

“Of course they are,” Heeseung’s mate muttered, setting her glass down. “They’re so clingy sometimes.”

“Tell them we’re having girl time,” Jungwon’s mate added with a dismissive wave. “They’ll survive.”

Ni-ki shrugged. “Suit yourselves. Just don’t blame me when they come storming up here.” His gaze flicked back to you, and his grin turned into something more teasing.

“And you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What about me?”

“Oh, nothing,” Ni-ki replied, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “Just wondering if you’re planning to make an entrance tonight or if you’re hiding up here for a reason. You know…” he paused dramatically.

“Like maybe avoiding someone?”

Your stomach twisted, and you tensed at his words. Sunoo’s name was unspoken, but the implication was clear.

You avoided the curious gazes of Jungwon’s and Heeseung’s mates, focusing instead on smoothing down your dress as if that could steady the nervousness coursing through you.

“I’m not avoiding anyone,” you said quickly, though your voice came out a little too defensive. “Why would I be?”

Ni-ki’s smirk grew, his eyes catching every flicker of your unease. “No reason,” he said casually, though his tone said otherwise.

“But, you know, Sunoo’s downstairs already. Thought you’d want to know.”

Your fingers tightened around the edge of your dress, but you forced a calm expression, brushing past his words with a shrug. “Thanks for the update, Ni-ki. Anything else?”

Ni-ki let out a low chuckle, pushing off the doorframe. “Nope, that’s it. I’ll let the boys know their precious mates are alive and well.” He shot you one last knowing glance before disappearing down the hall.

Heeseung’s mate arched an eyebrow at you. “Something you want to share?”

“Nope,” you replied quickly, standing to avoid their probing stares. “Let’s head down before Jungwon and Heeseung actually come looking for you.”

The two Omegas exchanged a look, clearly not convinced by your avoidance, but they didn’t push further. With a quiet sigh and a shake of their heads, they trailed after you, their heels clicking softly against the floor.

As you descended the staircase, the music grew louder, the distinct stench of alcohol mixed with the overwhelming blend of scents—some sharp and dominating, others softer and more inviting—hit you like a wave.

The mingling of Alpha and Omega pheromones in the air made your head spin slightly, but you quickly composed yourself, steadying your breath.

The party was in full swing by the time you reached the ground floor. Laughter blended with the music. You got lost through the crowd, your gaze scanning the room for familiar faces.

A few Alphas glanced your way as you passed, their eyes lingering a second too long, but you paid them no mind. Your focus was on finding the one group that always stood out: your brother and his closest friends.

There they were, gathered in a corner near the back of the living room—a bunch of Alphas that demanded attention without trying. No one dared approach them, not even the boldest partygoers.

They were untouchable, and everyone in the room knew it. The Alphas who tried too hard to impress, the Omegas who stole glances—they all kept their distance.

Even from afar, you could see why. Jungwon’s sharp gaze swept over the room like a predator assessing his territory, while Jake leaned casually against the wall, his smile charming yet unreadable.

Heeseung reeked of confidence, sipping from his drink as if he had nothing to prove, while Ni-ki and Jay stood close, their presence equally magnetic.

As if there was a warning sign above them that seemed to say: ‘come close at your own risk.’

Then there was Sunoo, his fox-like eyes gleaming under the dim light, observing the room with an intensity that made you feel as though he saw everything without even trying.

He was effortless in the way he held himself—his posture relaxed but his presence was everything, as if daring anyone to come close. His lips curved into a faint smirk, but it never reached his eyes.

For a moment, your breath hitched as his eyes flicked in your direction. It wasn’t a lingering stare, but something about the brief glance sent a jolt through you, like he’d caught you looking and wanted you to know it.

You quickly tore your gaze away, pretending to focus on something else.

You straightened your shoulders, forcing yourself to focus as you made your way toward the group, with Heeseung’s mate and Jungwon’s mate trailing close behind.

Jay was the closest to you, leaning casually with his drink in hand.

You stepped up to him, barely giving yourself time to hesitate before asking, “Where’s Sunghoon?”

Jay tilted his head, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Last I saw, he was playing the host, chatting up some guests by the back patio.”

He took a sip from his drink before adding, “You know your brother—always trying to keep things in check.”

Your brows furrowed as you glanced in the direction he pointed, but Sunghoon was nowhere in sight. “Did he say anything about leaving?” you asked, trying to keep the worry from creeping into your voice.

Jay shook his head, his grin widening slightly as he caught a glimpse of Sunoo, who had moved a step closer. The flicker of something—irritation, jealousy, maybe both—in Sunoo’s fox-like eyes didn’t escape Jay.

“Nope,” Jay said, his tone casual. “He’s probably just busy. Relax, will you? It’s a party.”

His gaze flicked between you and Sunoo, and the amusement in his eyes deepened. “Enjoy yourself. Who knows? You might even catch someone’s attention tonight.”

The way he said it was so pointed that your cheeks flushed, and you stammered out a response, “I’m not—no, that’s not—”

But Jay’s smirk only grew, and he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was doing it on purpose. “Don’t worry. You’ve definitely already caught someone’s eye.”

Before you could even process his words, a sharp, distinct smell flared through the air, piercing through the mix of alcohol, sweat, and pheromones that spread through the room.

The smell of rum hit your nose—strong and intoxicating—but it wasn’t coming from Jake’s drink; and it made your chest tighten.

Your eyes shifted to Sunoo almost instinctively. His expression was unreadable, his fingers gripping the glass in his hand tighter than necessary, the faint clink of ice shifting barely audible over the music.

His fox-like eyes, which normally held a teasing glint, were locked on Jay, bordering on threatening.

It didn’t take much to connect the dots.

The flaring scent wasn’t just the alcohol in the room—it was him, Sunoo, struggling to keep his emotions in check. His gaze flickered to you briefly before he quickly looked away.

Jay noticed too. Of course, he did. The smirk on his face twisted into something more mischievous.

“Relax, Sunoo,” Jay said, his tone light but loaded, clearly meant to push the Alpha’s buttons. “No need to look so angry. I’m just saying she’s a catch, that’s all.”

The glass in Sunoo’s hand creaked faintly under the pressure of his grip. “You talk too much,” he muttered.

Your heart hammered in your chest as the tension between the two Alphas crackled like static in the air.

You swallowed hard, forcing a nervous laugh to break the awkwardness. “I’ll just… go find Sunghoon,” you said quickly, taking a step back.

But even as you turned to leave, you could feel Sunoo’s gaze following. The smell of rum still lingered, and it seemed to follow you out of the room like a shadow.

The back patio was quiet compared to the chaos inside. The music was muffled, and the cool night air was a contrast to the stuffy heat of the party.

You glanced around, searching for any sign of Sunghoon, but the space was practically deserted except for a few people sitting on the edge of the patio.

You sighed, frustration bubbling up. Jay’s directions had been vague at best, and for all you knew, your brother could be anywhere.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself, rubbing your arms as a slight chill crept in.

“He’s probably busy making out with some random Omega,” a familiar voice drawled behind you, the words dripping with a mix of sarcasm and something bitter.

You turned to find Sunoo leaning against the doorframe, his figure backlit by the dim glow of the house.

His fox-like eyes were unreadable, like the Alpha was holding back more than he was saying.

The way his arms were crossed over his chest, fingers tapping against his bicep, only added to the tension that seemed to follow him everywhere tonight.

“Excuse me?” you replied, eyebrows raising.

Sunoo shrugged, but the motion was anything but casual. The slight quirk of his lips wasn’t a smile—it was a challenge. “What?” he said, his tone deceptively light.

“It’s not like it’s the first time. Sunghoon’s great at disappearing when there’s a pretty Omega around to distract him.”

“You sound like you’ve done that more than once,” you retorted, your voice sharp, unable to mask the sting of his words.

You stood your ground, eyes narrowing as you crossed your arms, unwilling to back down.

Sunoo’s jaw tightened at your words, and for a split second, you saw the flash of something in his eyes—hurt? Anger? It was hard to tell. But before you could process it, he took a step forward.

“I’m not having this argument with you, (Y/N),” he bit out, his voice low, like he was trying to keep himself under control. “You don’t get it.”

You took a step closer. “No, I don’t think you get it, Sunoo,” you retorted, your voice cutting through the tension between you.

“You always avoid everything—avoid me, avoid the truth. You act like you’re protecting me, but it’s just you trying to keep things safe, trying to keep everything easy for yourself. But it’s not working anymore.”

Without warning, Sunoo stepped closer, his hand shooting out to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The sudden move took you by surprise, your breath hitching as his hold tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. The heat of his body, the closeness, his intoxicating scent sent a wave of dizziness through you.

His voice dropped to a whisper, right against your ear. “Sunghoon implanted it into my brain, (Y/N),” his words were almost a growl.

“You’re off-limits. I’m bad for you. You don’t get it, do you?”

You gasped, your breath shaky as you tried to push him away, but he only pulled you closer, his chest pressing against yours. His gaze locked with yours, eyes dark and intense.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me. Every time I look at you, I’m reminded of the things I can’t have. The things I can’t do.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the feeling of his hands on your waist sending your mind into a whirlwind of emotions.

You couldn’t deny the way your inner Omega and body reacted to him, but you shoved the thoughts down.

“You think I’m some fucking distraction?” you spat, your voice laced with frustration. “You think I’m just going to sit back and watch you avoid me because of my brother?”

His grip tightened, and for a moment, the intensity of his presence pressed down on you so much that you almost couldn’t breathe.

“Yes,” he said, his voice hard, like steel.

“Because it’s not just about what you want—it’s about what I need to protect myself from. From you. From this.”

His thumb traced a line along your waist, and the action only made the heat between you two more unbearable. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

You shook your head, frustration boiling over.

“ So, what? You’re going to keep me at arm’s length because of something he said?” you snapped, your voice louder than intended, laced with disbelief.

“You’re just going to keep avoiding this because of some stupid rule Sunghoon created?”

The hardness in Sunoo’s gaze faltered for a brief second—then it returned, sharper. His hand shot out, gripping your arm, pulling you close enough that your breath hitched.

The chill of the night dissolved instantly beneath the heat radiating between you. His eyes softened for the faintest moment before his jaw clenched again.

“I never wanted a mate, (Y/N),” he said, his voice strained. “Not when we were younger. I didn’t care about that stuff. All I wanted was to be free. But then we got older… and things changed.”

His gaze flickered to the ground, as if the words cost him everything.

“And then I saw you, and everything I thought I knew—everything I thought I wanted—started to crumble. But that’s the thing, (Y/N). I can’t just fall into something like this. Not with you. Not with anyone.”

Your heart twisted painfully, his confession burning deeper than any rejection could.

You opened your mouth, desperate to fight him on it, but he stepped back, releasing your arm like touching you had already gone too far.

“I can’t risk it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. I didn’t want a mate. I didn’t want an Omega to call my own. I didn’t want to care. But I do. And that’s the problem. I can’t have you. And I won’t.”

Your pulse thundered, a mixture of frustration, anger, and longing threatening to tear you apart. You couldn’t let him walk away, not like this—not when every word out of his mouth contradicted the heat in his eyes.

Without thinking, you grabbed his collar, yanking him toward you with a force that made his breath catch. His eyes widened, startled, but before he could push you away, you crushed your lips against his.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was fire—months of suppressed instincts and denied cravings colliding in one brutal, hungry clash. Your lips moved against his with desperation, teeth clashing, tongues seeking dominance. It was messy, feral, and utterly consuming.

Sunoo groaned into the kiss, the sound deep and guttural, vibrating against your lips. His hands—strong, trembling with restraint—snapped to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh like he was terrified you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you close enough.

He pulled you flush against his chest, your bodies pressed so tightly together you could feel every shudder of his restraint unraveling.

His scent crashed over you, overwhelming, sharp and intoxicating, sinking deep into your lungs until you were drowning in him.

Your inner Omega howled in recognition, clawing at you from the inside, desperate to submit, desperate to be claimed. The bond tugged mercilessly, begging for him.

A whimper slipped past your lips, betraying how much you needed him. The sound seemed to break something in him. He growled low in his throat, kissing you harder, hungrier, his mouth moving against yours like he’d been starving for you his entire life.

His tongue slid against yours with sinful precision, tasting you, devouring you.

You fisted his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing all of him. His heartbeat slammed against your chest, in perfect sync with your own racing pulse.

Every touch, every drag of his hands, every bite of his lips felt like a brand against your skin.

In his arms, you felt wanted, claimed—like no one else in the world existed but the two of you. He wasn’t just some pureblooded Alpha. He was your Alpha. And you were his Omega.

But then, too soon, he tore his lips from yours, panting heavily. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath shaky, his hands still locked around your waist like he couldn’t let go even if he wanted to.

His eyes burned into yours—softer now, conflicted, but still hungry.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, almost like a promise and a curse at the same time.

Sunoo’s gaze softened further, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to fight this,” he whispered, his voice low, almost a confession. “But I can’t anymore. Not with you.”

A shaky laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

“I don’t want you to fight it anymore,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to fight this, either. Not with you.”

Without another word, the pink-haired Alpha pulled you back inside, his hand never leaving your waist, his grip steady as he ignored the people around you, who were too caught up in their own worlds to even notice.

It didn’t matter. It was just the two of you now.

He led you through the halls, and when he reached the door, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t need to ask. He knew where your room was, his senses guiding him effortlessly. It was like your scent had already marked the space for him.

He opened the door, his body pressing into yours as he kicked it closed with his foot. In an instant, his lips found yours again.

It was like you had been waiting for this forever, and now that you were here, you didn’t want to let go.

His kiss was deeper this time, more desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, as if this was the only thing that mattered in the world.

The heat from his body collided with yours, and you could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the frantic pace of your own.

You sighed into the kiss, the feeling of his lips on yours so intoxicating that your head spun.

Without breaking contact, he pushed you against the door, the pressure of his body reminding you of how close you two were. His hands roamed to your waist, pulling you in even closer.

The kiss became more demanding, more intense, as your hands found their way into his hair, tugging him closer.

The world around you disappeared. There was only him, only the feel of his lips and the heat of his touch.

“Jump,” Sunoo murmured into the kiss, his voice low and commanding, yet somehow full of need. His hands slid down your body, urging you to respond, to give in to him fully.

You didn’t think twice. Without hesitation, you wrapped your legs around him, and he caught you with ease, lifting you effortlessly. The way his body moved with yours felt surreal as you melted into him, every ounce of you craving more.

He gently laid you down on the bed, hovering over you, his body warm against yours. The space between you was almost non-existent, your chests rising and falling in time with the rapid beat of your hearts.

He leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his gaze intense.

“Do you really want this?” His voice was soft, almost tender, but there was seriousness beneath it that made you pause for a moment.

Your breath hitched, but you nodded, wanting this more than anything. You needed him. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but your body was saying it all already.

But Sunoo wasn’t satisfied with just that. His eyes showed something deeper that made your stomach tighten with both excitement and a hint of fear.

“Words, baby. I need words.” His tone softened.

You swallowed hard, your heartbeat quickening. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and suddenly, it was harder to breathe, harder to speak. But you knew what you wanted—what your omega needed.

“Yes,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want this, Sunoo. I want you.”

His eyes darkened, and he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all heat, all want, all raw desire. You could feel everything in that kiss: his hesitation, his longing, and his need for you just as much as you needed him.

You let out a soft whine, almost biting your lower lip in an attempt to control the rush of emotions running through you.

Sunoo chuckled against your lips, the sound low and dark, vibrating through your chest.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill through your entire body.

Your body trembled the moment his lips found the soft spot on your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His hands began to tease the hem of your short dress, his fingers grazing the skin of your thighs, drawing slow circles with the tips of his fingers.

“Mhmm,” you gasped, biting your lip, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips left a trail of heated kisses along your neck—teasing, torturing you with every press of his mouth.

You could feel the pressure building, your body responding to his touch in ways you couldn’t control.

“Alpha…” A tiny moan slipped from your lips when you felt his hand brush closer to your core, the heat between your legs intensifying as his fingers inched nearer.

The sound of his title on your lips only seemed to fuel him more, his grip tightening around your waist.

His fingers swirled around your clothed entrance, collecting the wetness seeping through your panties.

Strands of his pink hair fell over his forehead as your breaths came in shallow gasps, your body arching toward his touch.

Sunoo’s eyes never left yours as his fingers finally made contact with your throbbing core, sliding your panties effortlessly to the side as his fingers slipped between your folds.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him. His thumb circled your sensitive clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You arched into his touch, desperate for more friction. Sunoo’s dark eyes burned with desire as he watched your reactions, clearly enjoying the power he had over you.

“Such a responsive omega,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning across your skin. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already falling apart.”

Before you could beg for more, Sunoo pulled back slightly, bunching your dress up around your hips with one hand.

His fingers strayed away from your core, leaving you whimpering at the loss of his touch. He only chuckled, lifting his hand to lightly brush against your cheek.

“Not so fast,” he teased, his voice low and sensual. “I want to take my time with you.”

Your heart raced at his words, knowing that Sunoo was always one for attention to detail. He leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss as his hands tugged at your dress, finally pulling it all the way down, leaving you exposed.

His hand traveled down your body to cup your breast. You moaned into his mouth as he massaged the soft flesh, his thumb teasing your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra.

You arched into his touch, craving more of him. Sunoo broke the kiss and trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he slowly removed your bra.

His lips moved lower and lower until they reached the swell of your breasts, his tongue darting out to circle around one nipple while his hand played with the other.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, desperate for your alpha’s touch between your legs once again. But he continued to take his time, worshipping every part of you with his mouth and hands.

Finally, when you think you can’t take it anymore, Sunoo’s fingers return to where they were before, teasing at your entrance. This time, he dips a finger inside you, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“More,” you plead, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

The pink-haired alpha smirks down at you before adding another finger and curling them inside of you. Your walls clench tightly around him as he hits that perfect spot, sending sparks flying through your body.

He keeps the rhythm steady, relentless, until you’re practically begging for release. With one final thrust of his fingers, you come undone, your body trembling as you ride out your high.

Sunoo slowly pulled your panties down, positioning himself between your legs as he knelt at the side of the bed. Your heart raced as you watched him, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling inside you.

As if sensing your thoughts, Sunoo leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, his hands roaming over your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before trailing kisses down your stomach.

Your skin tingled at his words and touch, and you couldn’t help but spread your legs wider for him.

Sunoo’s lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses and open-mouthed bites along your inner thighs.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin before he pulled back just enough to let his hot breath fan against your soaked panties.

You gasped when he suddenly pressed his mouth against your clothed core, dragging his tongue slowly up your slick seam. The fabric clung to you, damp with your arousal, and he groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck, omega… you’re dripping already,” he murmured, his voice muffled against you.

He hooked a finger under the waistband and yanked the thin barrier aside, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

Before you could say anything, his tongue flattened against your slit, dragging upward in one long lick that had your whole body jerking. He circled your clit with the tip before giving it a sharp flick, making you cry out.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Sunoo smirked, his mouth glistening as he licked his lips. “I’ll have you screaming in minutes.”

He dove back in, his tongue lapping at your slick, drinking you down like he’d been starved for it.

Every move was messy and greedy—licking, sucking, nipping at your swollen bud until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.

You whimpered, hips bucking forward, but he held you in place with a firm grip on your thighs. His tongue teasingly circled your entrance before pressing inside, thrusting shallowly as your wetness coated his lips and chin.

The sensation made you choke on a moan, your hands tangling desperately in his soft pink hair. “S-Sunoo, please…!”

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations straight through your core. Pulling back just enough, he smeared your slick across your folds with his tongue, deliberately letting it drip down his chin.

“God, you taste so fucking sweet,” he rasped, eyes dark as he stared up at you. “Look at this—look at how much you’re giving me already.”

He parted your folds with his thumbs, tongue flicking over your clit with merciless precision.

Your back arched off the bed, every nerve alight, and you couldn’t stop the broken pleas spilling past your lips. “Alpha, please—n-need you, I need you so bad—”

“Not yet,” he interrupted with a wicked grin, his tongue circling your entrance again, deliberately avoiding the spot you wanted most. “You’ll take what I give you.”

Then, with no warning, he pushed his tongue deeper inside you, fucking you with it as his nose rubbed against your clit.

You sobbed out his name, thighs trembling around his head as slick coated his mouth, his jaw, even dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

He moaned into you like he couldn’t get enough, his hands keeping you wide open while he devoured you with messy, unrelenting strokes of his tongue.

“Sunoo—oh, fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he growled against your pussy, his voice rough and commanding. “Cum for me, omega. Mark my mouth with it.”

And when his fingers slipped inside you, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot while his lips sucked your clit, you finally shattered, screaming his name as your release flooded him.

You cried out his name as waves of pleasure consumed you, your body arching off the bed. Sunoo didn’t let up until you were shaking, his tongue and fingers dragging every ounce of release from you, your slick coating his lips and chin.

When he finally pulled away, a smug smirk spread across his face, his pink hair sticking to his damp forehead.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand only to lick it clean, eyes dark and hungry as he watched your trembling form.

You whined, voice breaking. “Alpha, please, I need you.”

Sunoo crawled back up your body and captured your lips in a rough kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

The tang of your own release spread over your mouth as he devoured you, and you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out against him.

The sound made him groan, his hips grinding down against your thigh, letting you feel just how hard he was.

He pulled back only slightly, his forehead resting against yours, your breaths mixing.

His hand gently took yours, squeezing. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low, gravelly, barely restrained.

You nodded eagerly, your body aching for him, craving everything he had to give. You had begged and pleaded for him to take you, and you were finally getting what you wanted.

The alpha’s lips softened into the ghost of a smile before he kissed you again—slower this time, his hand caressing your cheek as though grounding you.

“Then I’ll give you everything,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you more fiercely.

His lips never left yours as he clumsily shoved off his pants and unbuttoned shirt, the heat of his bare body radiating against your flushed skin.

His pheromones flooded the room—rum and neroli wrapping around you like smoke—making your body ache even more with need.

Sunoo’s naked body pressed against yours, every hard line of him meeting every soft curve of you. His hands roamed hungrily, possessively, over every inch of you.

You moaned into his mouth, clinging to him desperately, nails digging into his shoulders.

He pulled away just enough to position himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance. He froze, though, his gaze locking with yours

“I’m giving you one last time to think about this, omega,” he murmured, his thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles as his other hand held yours tight. “Are you really sure about this?”

You nodded, no hesitation in your eyes, knowing that there was no one else you’d rather give yourself to in this moment. Sunoo’s lips curved into a small, almost reverent smile before lacing his fingers with yours.

With a steady exhale, he slowly pushed inside, his pace careful, almost gentle, as he filled you inch by inch.

The bond between an Alpha and an Omega was sacred—and Sunoo wanted to show you with every movement that he would honor you, claim you, and love you as his.

His thrusts started slow, careful, almost reverent, as if he was afraid of hurting you. His eyes never left yours, drinking in every expression, every gasp, every arch of your body beneath him.

You could feel the connection tightening, growing stronger with each roll of his hips, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“Fuck, omega… you’re way too good to me,” Sunoo whispered against your ear, his hot breath making your skin pebble with goosebumps.

You moaned in response, the sound shaky, desperate, the pleasure already beginning to coil in your stomach again.

His hands caressed every inch of your body, tracing over your waist, your breasts, down your thighs, until you were trembling beneath his touch.

“Faster,” you whimpered, nails raking down his back. “Please. I’m not gonna break if you go rough on me, Alpha.”

The pout on your lips and the pleading in your eyes destroyed the last bit of restraint he had left. Sunoo groaned low in his chest, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss full of teeth and heat.

Then his hips snapped forward—hard, fast, unrelenting.

“Ah—Sunoo!” you cried out, your voice breaking as his cock drove deeper inside you, hitting every spot that made your vision blur.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, each thrust punctuated by your whimpers and the guttural growls ripping from his throat.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, needing him everywhere at once.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, (y/n),” Sunoo groaned, sweat dripping down his temple as his pace grew ruthless, primal.

“Moaning my name… taking me so good…”

Your body shook with every rough snap of his hips, the bed creaking beneath the force. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so his mouth could claim your throat, teeth scraping against sensitive skin as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Your cries filled the air, broken moans and desperate whimpers spilling freely. “Alpha—ahh, please, don’t stop—”

“God, omega,” Sunoo growled against your neck, biting at your skin, “I can’t get enough of you. I want to claim you. Make you mine.”

You could feel it—the shift in his body, his alpha instincts clawing their way to the surface, demanding to mark, to own, to bind you forever.

But instead of fear, a wave of comfort and longing washed over you.

You turned your head, lips brushing his cheek as you whispered, breathless, “I’m already yours, Alpha. And I want to be marked by you.”

His thrusts faltered for a moment, eyes widening at your words. His hand cupped your cheek gently, even as his hips kept grinding deep inside you. “(Y/N)… are you sure? You don’t have to do this for me.”

“I’m sure,” you breathed, moaning softly as you clenched around him, your walls pulsing around his cock. “I trust you completely, Sunoo.”

With a low, feral growl, he buried his face in the curve of your neck. His hips slammed into yours harder, rougher, as if preparing to seal the bond with every thrust.

Then his lips pressed over your scent gland.

The bite came sharp, possessive, his teeth sinking into your skin. You cried out, both from the pain and the overwhelming pleasure that crashed over you, your nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Tears stung your eyes as the hot rush of blood trickled down your neck, but your body convulsed around him, climax tearing through you with blinding intensity.

Sunoo’s thrusts grew erratic as he groaned against your throat, filling you completely while his mark branded you as his own.

When he finally pulled back, chest heaving, his lips were soft, apologetic as they pressed to the fresh bite.

“I’m sorry if that hurt, baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

Your lips curved into a weak but genuine smile, even as your body still trembled in his arms. “It’s okay. This… this is all I ever wanted.”

Sunoo’s eyes softened, his hand holding the back of your head tenderly as he kissed you again. “I love you so much,” he murmured, voice breaking with raw emotion.

The pain from the bite mark on your neck was quickly forgotten as Sunoo’s movements grew rougher, more intense, his Alpha instincts unleashed completely.

The bond was sealed now, his scent wrapping around you, his claim burned into your skin—and it made every thrust feel sharper, deeper, overwhelming.

“Let go, omega,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, vibrating through your bones. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

And that’s exactly what you did. You gave in—no walls, no hesitation—your voice breaking as you cried, “Sunoo—” His name tumbled from your lips like a desperate mantra, a chant of worship for the Alpha who had claimed you, who owned you.

he continued to move, each thrust filled with passion and love for you. it was as if he was pouring all of his emotions into this one act of claiming you.

Your tears spilled freely, the intensity of the bond crashing down on you as pleasure tore through your body, raw and merciless.

Sunoo caught the tears with his lips, kissing them away feverishly between thrusts. “Mine,” he whispered against your skin, almost frantic, “all mine, baby. My omega.”

The way his cock drove into you was nothing short of brutal devotion, every snap of his hips heavy with possession and love, as if he could carve the truth of your bond into your very soul.

You felt everything—his need, his longing, his desperate relief that you were his now. And he felt you—your body trembling beneath him, clenching down around him like you were made for him alone.

The air between you grew hotter, thicker, your pheromones tangling until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

It was maddening, euphoric, the mark amplifying everything until every moan, every gasp, every shudder was magnified tenfold.

“Sunoo—I can’t—ahh, I’m gonna—” you sobbed, your body breaking apart beneath the weight of your release.

You clenched around him violently as your orgasm ripped through you, your cry hoarse and tear-soaked.

Sunoo groaned deep in his chest, his thrusts faltering as he followed you over the edge.

“Fuck, omega—fuck, I’m cumming—” His hips slammed against yours one final time before he spilled deep inside you, his hot release filling you completely.

The warmth of it made you whimper, your body twitching from the overstimulation, but Sunoo’s lips never left you—pressing kisses to your neck, your jaw, your damp cheeks.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered raggedly, kissing away your tears while his cock pulsed inside you, knot swelling to lock you together.

His embrace was tight, trembling, as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Every heartbeat, every shaky breath was shared, your bodies pressed flush as the bond thrummed between you—loud, alive, undeniable.

When the high finally broke, Sunoo collapsed beside you, pulling you against his chest immediately, his lips brushing your forehead. His voice was soft, raw with emotion.

“You are mine,” he whispered reverently, his hand stroking your hair as he held you close. “My omega.”

You smiled against his chest, your body exhausted but your heart impossibly full. “And you are my Alpha,” you whispered lovingly, your voice hoarse but steady.

The soft, golden light spilling through the open curtains gently woke you from your slumber as the morning sun began its slow ascent.

You stirred slightly, the remnants of sleep clinging to you, and instinctively shifted closer to the source of warmth beside you.

You looked up, your eyes tracing the features of the boy who had been at the center of your every thought.

Sunoo’s face, so peaceful in sleep, seemed almost boyish now, free of the guarded expressions he often wore. His lashes, longer than you remembered, rested softly against his cheeks, and the faint glow of the morning light highlighted his features.

His arm was draped lazily over your waist, his body heat contrasting the coolness of the morning air. The rise and fall of his chest brushed softly against your front.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips as the familiar scent of him—his scent—that had been so intoxicating last night, was now calm; as if even his very being had been softened by the events of the night before.

You let out a quiet sigh, shifting your position so you were half-laying on him, your hand resting on his chest.

Slowly, you began running your fingers gently through his messy pink hair, marveling at how soft it felt under your touch.

You leaned down, pressing soft kisses against his cheeks. His skin was warm beneath your lips, and the steady rhythm of his chest against yours felt surreal.

Sunoo stirred at the feeling, a low hum escaping his lips as his brow furrowed slightly. He opened one eye, squinting against the soft sunlight filtering into the room.

For a moment, he seemed dazed, his gaze searching the room before landing on you. When realization dawned, his features softened, and a small, sleepy smile graced his lips.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, his voice low and husky from sleep. He let out a deep sigh, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if reassuring himself that you hadn’t slipped away in the night.

You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Where else would I be?” you whispered, your voice warm and teasing.

He closed his eye again, leaning into your touch. “Nowhere,” he said with a sigh, his tone filled with a quiet kind of relief. “You belong here. Right here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, the warmth in your chest growing. “I’m not going anywhere,” you teased lightly, your voice playful as you ran your fingers through his soft hair.

“Not in my own house, at least.”

His other eye cracked open at that, and he chuckled softly, his hand on your waist squeezing gently.

“Your brother’s going to have my head for ‘defiling’ his little sister,” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing growl.

You rolled your eyes, though the nervousness bubbling in your stomach made it hard to hide the faint blush creeping up your neck.

“Sunghoon doesn’t even have a clue,” you retorted, a bit of nervous laughter escaping as you pushed the thought aside.

“Not yet,” Sunoo said, his smile widening as he traced the lines of your jaw with his finger. “But you know, I can’t help but think he’s got some sort of radar for these things.”

“Please, I think you’re giving him too much credit,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice light even though the possibility of Sunghoon finding out was looming over you.

The thought of facing your brother’s wrath made your stomach flip.

Sunoo’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Right,” he said, voice dipping. “But, he’s probably still got his eye on you. Wouldn’t put it past him.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest to hide the sudden embarrassment that surged through you. “Please don’t remind me. It’s bad enough I’ve got to deal with his protectiveness all the time.”

Sunoo chuckled, his hand gently lifting your chin so that you met his gaze again. “I’m sure he’ll get over it,” he said softly, though his tone was a little too calm for your liking.

“Eventually. But in the meantime, I’m not exactly worried.”

You moved slightly, meeting his teasing look with a small smile.

“Easy for you to say,” you mumbled, trying to push away the nerves in your stomach. “I don’t think you’ll be on his good side anytime soon.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against your forehead, his touch soft and lingering. “I’ll take my chances,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you.

Just as the moment seemed to turn into something more intimate, a loud crash broke the silence, followed by the all-too-familiar voice of Ni-ki shouting from somewhere downstairs.

“Do I look like I know?” his voice echoed, followed by the unmistakable sound of something clattering to the floor.

Then came the bark of your brother’s voice, cutting through the air authoritative, but completely incoherent.

He sounded frustrated and confused, but the words got lost in the noises of whatever had just happened.

The alpha below you immediately tensed, his body stilling as the atmosphere shifted into something more cautious. His expression hardened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

You looked down at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “Should we face them?”

Sunoo didn’t hesitate. His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, soothing you.

He looked at you protectively. “I’m your alpha now,” he said softly. “You’re mine, and you’re my responsibility. I won’t let you face this alone, not after everything.”

You let out a breath, your nerves easing a little, as you tried to steady your racing heart. “Okay,” you whispered back, your voice steady, now more than ever.

You stood up, grabbing the shirt that now hung loosely on your frame and pairing it with some pants you found scattered around. You weren’t thinking of the mess, of the clothes, of anything.

And though the reality of your brother waiting on the other side of the door was still there, the warmth of Sunoo beside you made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could face it.

Sunoo had his pants from last night on, but he was buttoning up his blazer. You watched him for a moment, the way his focus was on you, the way he looked at you like you were the center of his world, like nothing else mattered.

“Ready?” His voice was soft, but there was intensity behind it as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies pressed together.

His warmth enveloped you completely—his chest firm against yours, his hands steady at your waist.

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a kiss that was anything but fleeting. It was tender and slow, yet brimming with love, as though he was trying to carve his devotion into your very being.

His hand slid up your back, pressing you closer, pulling you against him like he never wanted to let go.

You melted instantly, your heart soaring as your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him even nearer.

The world beyond the four walls of your room blurred into nothing—the noises downstairs, the looming confrontation, none of it mattered. There was only him. Only your alpha.

The kiss deepened as his thumb brushed along your jaw, his lips molding to yours in perfect synchrony, pouring every ounce of affection, promise, and longing into it.

You whimpered softly into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his messy hair, holding him as if he was your lifeline.

When you finally broke apart, it was with lips swollen, breaths uneven, and foreheads pressed together.

You let out a soft sigh, your lips parting as you whispered, “Come on, you can have more when we finish this faster.”

Your voice carried both playfulness and warmth, but the flush on your cheeks betrayed just how much you’d wanted that moment to last forever.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, the grin on his face soft but full of affection. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded with a playful glint in his eyes, his smile gentle but so deeply sincere it made your heart skip a beat.

You and Sunoo descended the stairs hand in hand, the soft patter of your steps echoing through the quiet hall.

The mess from the previous night had been surprisingly cleaned up, with only a few stray cups and streamers scattered across the expanse of the hallway.

As you both walked, the sound of the argument only grew louder, the echoes of raised voices filling the air. Sunghoon’s voice rang out angrily, unmistakably tense.

“Do not tell me to calm down, Jay!” his words were heated, frustration dripping from every syllable.

“Calm your fucking balls, Sunghoon,” Jay’s voice was laced with annoyance. “(Y/N) is old enough to fend for herself.”

That only seemed to enrage Sunghoon more. “Okay, so where the fuck is she then?”

As the tension in the air became unbearable, Sunoo shifted slightly beside you. His hand tightened briefly around yours, and he shot you a quick glance—a look filled with reassurance.

It was as if he was saying, ‘I’ve got this. Trust me.’

You nodded subtly, taking a deep breath.

Then, with confidence, he stepped forward, placing himself just slightly in front of you. His voice cut through the rowdy alpha’s argument like a blade. “She’s with me.”

The room fell silent, Sunghoon’s head snapping toward the two of you. His eyes zeroed in on Sunoo, and you could see the way his jaw tensed.

His aura shifted violently, his pupils dilating until his irises darkened, fangs baring as his pureblood instincts surged. His scent hit like a wave—bitter, sour, sharp—filling the air with warning.

“You good-for-nothing alpha,” he spat, his voice shaking with anger. “What the fuck did you do?”

You instinctively stepped closer to Sunoo, but he was already ahead of you, moving with instinctive precision. His arm shot back, gently but firmly pushing you behind him, his body shielding yours completely.

His scent, though threatening to spike in response, remained carefully restrained, his chest rising a little heavier as he fought to stay level-headed. He knew if his pheromones flared, it would only worsen things—for Sunghoon, and for you.

“Stay back,” he murmured, barely audible, his tone meant for your ears only.

Sunghoon’s anger exploded as he lunged forward, his hand fisting Sunoo’s blazer collar and yanking him forward with enough force to jolt his balance.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Sunghoon’s grip tightened, his knuckles white, his other hand twitching at his side like he was ready to throw a punch. His scent soured further, dominance and fury rolling off him in waves until the entire room felt suffocating.

“You fucking traitor!” Sunghoon snarled, his voice raw and unrestrained, the sound more beast than man.

His fangs caught the light as his lips curled back, his eyes burning with a dangerous glow. He hauled Sunoo closer, the fabric of the blazer bunching in his fist, as though he could tear him apart on the spot.

But Sunoo didn’t flinch. Even with Sunghoon’s raw strength pulling him off balance, he planted his feet firmly, his expression steady.

His eyes stayed locked onto Sunghoon’s, his voice—though firmer now—remained calm. “Calm down, Sunghoon.”

“Calm down?!” Sunghoon’s voice cracked with fury, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back violence. “You had one job, Kim! Stay away from her! She’s my sister, not some—”

“Not some what?” Sunoo cut in, his voice rising, though still controlled, still sharp with conviction.

Even with his best friend calling him by his last name, he didn’t break. “She’s not a child, and she’s certainly not yours to control.”

Sunghoon’s hand shook violently, his grip on the blazer collar pulling Sunoo close enough that their foreheads almost touched, tension crackling like static between them.

His voice cracked with rage and something else—fear, betrayal, maybe both. “I already warned you! But you didn’t fucking listen! She’s not some toy for you to play with, Sunoo! She’s my sister! My responsibility!”

Sunoo’s hands rose slowly, carefully—gripping Sunghoon’s wrist, firm but not aggressive. His composure remained intact, though you could feel the undercurrent of strain in him, the way he was balancing on the edge between protecting you and not escalating Sunghoon further.

His voice was low, speaking not just to the furious alpha but to the part of him that was still his brother, still his friend. “I didn’t betray you, Sunghoon,” he said, steady and unshaken. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re acting like I don’t care about her.”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, but his grip on Sunoo’s collar didn’t loosen. His chest rose and fell rapidly, anger still boiling within him.

Sunoo’s next words were softer but carried something that made them feel heavier than anything else he had said. “Do you know how long I’ve loved her?”

His voice trembled slightly. “I’ve loved her the moment you decided to leave us alone in front of the office when you got into a fist fight, Sunghoon. I’ve loved her longer than I even understood what love really meant. It’s her, it’s always been her.”

“You think I’d ever hurt her?” Sunoo continued. “You think I’d risk everything—my friendship with you, my own pride; just to ‘play’ with her?”

Sunghoon faltered, his anger replaced by confusion. “But you—” his voice cracked, his own disbelief choking the words.

Sunoo let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “That I never wanted a mate?” His tone was sharp, yet there was vulnerability in it.

“Yeah, I said that. I convinced myself that I didn’t, because what was the point of wanting something I thought I couldn’t have? I thought if I ignored it, if I denied myself, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

He looked directly into Sunghoon’s eyes.

“But no matter how hard I tried to push it down, it’s always been her, Sunghoon. Always. She’s not something I could walk away from. She’s my mate.”

Sunghoon’s grip on Sunoo’s collar loosened, his fists trembling at his sides. “You should’ve told me,” he muttered, his voice cracking, a mix of anger, hurt, and guilt evident in his tone.

Sunoo sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “And what would you have done, huh? Approved? Given me your blessing?” He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as if the idea itself was ridiculous.

“You’ve made it crystal clear for years that no one was good enough for her,” he continued, his voice quieter now, but sharper. “Least of all me.”

For a moment, he hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor as he gathered himself, the silence stretching between the two of them.

His chest rose and fell with another deep breath before he finally looked back up.

“Do you know how many times I almost told you?” Sunoo’s voice cracked faintly, and he swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “How many times the words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but I stopped myself…”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he exhaled slowly, shaking his head again. “Because I knew exactly how you’d react.”

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, “I’m not angry because you love her,” he said, his voice quieter but no less strained.

“I’m angry because I trusted you to keep her safe. And now… now it feels like you’ve crossed a line.”

Sunoo took a deep breath, his voice soft. “You don’t have to trust me right now, Sunghoon. But you can trust her. She chose me, just like I’ve chosen her. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to both of you that I’ll never break that trust.”

The pink-haired alpha’s gaze softened as his eyes found yours. His gaze was steady, and it gave you the courage you needed to take a step forward.

You turned to Sunghoon, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his stare.

His jaw was tight, his fists still clenched, but beneath the anger, you could see the hurt—the protective brother who just wanted what was best for you.

“I love him, Sunghoon. I really do,” you said, your voice steady despite the nervous tremble in your hands.

“This isn’t a decision I made lightly. I know what I’m doing, and I know who I’m choosing.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked between you and Sunoo. His shoulders stiffened, his lips pressing into a thin line, but he didn’t interrupt.

You stepped closer to him, your voice softening.

“I know you’re angry, and I get it. You’ve always looked out for me, always tried to protect me from anything that could hurt me. But Sunoo isn’t going to hurt me. He’s not just anyone, he’s everything to me.”

Sunoo moved closer, standing at your side. His hand brushed yours, a silent gesture that you leaned into instinctively. “I’m not asking for your approval right now,” Sunoo said, his tone calm.

“I know I have to earn that, and I’m willing to. But I’m not walking away from her, not now, not ever.”

Sunghoon let out a heavy breath, his hands dropping to his sides. His gaze lingered on you, the conflict in his expression cutting deeper than any angry words could.

“Do you really think he can give you everything you need?” he finally asked, his voice quieter now, tinged with vulnerability.

You nodded without hesitation. “I do. And I hope one day you’ll see it too.”

Sunghoon let out a defeated sigh, his shoulders sagging as the tension seemed to drain from his body. “This… this is going to take some time to get used to,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.

His gaze flicked to Sunoo, then back to you. “But if you’re happy, I’ll try. Just… don’t make me regret this.”

Relief washed over you, and you felt Sunoo’s hand squeeze yours gently.

You gave your brother a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Sunghoon. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Before anyone could say more, a loud groan broke the moment. “Thank fucking god,” Heeseung said dramatically, burying his face in his hands.

“I was not ready to explain to the hospital why I was dragging Sunoo’s dead body in.”

His mate, standing beside him, rolled her eyes and smacked his arm lightly. “Heeseung, stop being so dramatic,” she said, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.

Heeseung peeked through his fingers, giving her a mock-hurt expression. “I’m just saying, Sunghoon was about two seconds away from committing a crime.”

“I wasn’t going to kill him,” Sunghoon muttered, though his lips twitched, betraying the hint of a reluctant smile. “Maybe just rough him up a little.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Jake cut in with a snort, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered on his face. “Maybe that’s why you were muttering about burying him alive earlier. Real subtle, man.”

Sunghoon shot Jake a look, his ears slightly reddening. “I was venting bullshit, okay? That doesn’t mean I was going to actually do it.”

His tone was annoyed, but the way Jake kept smirking made it clear Sunghoon wasn’t convincing anyone.

Sunoo raised his free hand in mock surrender, his other still holding yours tightly. “Okay, great, glad to know I’m not completely safe,” he said, voice light but laced with humor.

“That definitely did not make me feel better.”

Jake laughed, slapping Sunoo on the back. “Relax, man. If Sunghoon really wanted to bury you alive, you’d already be in the dirt. Guess that means he likes you more than he lets on.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, groaning. “Jake, shut up.”

Sunoo’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles, the kind that reached his eyes, crinkling them at the edges.

Without breaking eye contact, he raised your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

The warmth of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and your cheeks warmed under his gaze. It wasn’t just the kiss; it was the way he looked at you, like you were his entire universe.

“We’re okay,” he murmured quietly, just for you.

Jake, however, wasn’t about to let the moment pass unteased. “Aw, would you look at that?” he said, clapping his hands dramatically.

“Our boy’s gone all soft. Sunghoon, are you seeing this? He’s whipped.”

Sunghoon shot Jake a glare, but even he didn’t miss the faint smirk tugging at his lips. Sunoo, though, didn’t even bother responding this time, his focus entirely on you.

And as the chatter of the room carried on, you couldn’t help but feel like, somehow, everything was exactly as it should be.

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