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At first, his blood had gone cold.
Now, it felt like it was boiling up to the top of his head.
The lewd noises coming from inside the room forced him to confront the reality he didn’t want to accept.
‘No. This can’t be. He’s not like that.’
The kindness and trust Joowon had shown over the past eight years—they were real.
Something must be wrong.
There must be a misunderstanding.
‘I… I have to see it with my own eyes.’
He had to stop this insane situation, this nightmare somehow.
There was still a desperate, foolish hope that maybe—just maybe—there was still a chance.
“…Hyung!”
Yoonwoo called out Joowon’s name with a trembling voice, but the sounds behind the door didn’t stop.
The moans and heat leaking through the crack in the door seemed to burn away the last of his hope.
He gripped the cold key card tighter in his hand.
‘Please… please, no.’
With shaking fingers, he pushed the door open just a bit more—enough to see everything inside.
The door opened smoothly.
And then, a dizzying scene unfolded before him.
Yoonwoo stepped in.
A wave of heat hit him, as if it had been waiting.
Not from the room’s heater—but from the sheer intensity of what had taken place.
A scorching heat born from their bodies.
The thick, suffocating air was drenched in sweat and fluids, pressing down on his lungs.
In the air was something almost indescribable—a charged tension, like highly concentrated energy filling the room.
Though he was a beta and couldn’t smell pheromones, every cell in his body screamed danger.
He felt instinctively rejected, oppressed by the atmosphere—as if the very space was rejecting his presence.
And then, his eyes landed on the scene that could only be called hell.
The luxury hotel room looked like a storm had ripped through it.
Expensive jackets, shirts, and pants were scattered carelessly.
Empty wine bottles and shattered glasses rolled across the floor.
A lamp lay toppled next to the bed, its bulb broken.
The curtains were half-torn, barely hanging from the curtain rail.
And at the center of the chaos, on the massive king-size bed, two bodies were violently entangled—completely absorbed in their primal act, like wild beasts mating.
Yoonwoo forgot how to breathe.
He couldn’t look away.
His mind screamed at him to stop looking, but his body was frozen in place.
The man whose back muscles twitched violently, slick with sweat, was unmistakably Cha Joowon.
But the figure before Yoonwoo now was not the gentle, loving partner he had trusted and loved for the past eight years.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if the vessels had burst, and they burned red with primal hunger—staring only at the Omega before him.
In those eyes blazed the raw, animalistic desire of a beast that had lost all reason.
As he forcefully thrust his member into the Omega’s body, a look of ecstasy spread across his face—an expression Yoonwoo had never seen on him before.
The soft, tender man who once shared the bed with Yoonwoo was nowhere to be found.
From his mouth came deep, ragged breaths interspersed with growls like that of a wild beast, and his entire body exuded a sharp, violent aura that felt like it could tear apart anything that approached.
He was the very embodiment of an Alpha consumed by rut.
A side of Joowon Yoonwoo had never seen—his most primal and instinctual self.
Beneath him lay an unfamiliar Omega with a youthful-looking face, slackened into a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.
His pale skin bore vivid bite marks, bright red and raw, as though Joowon had branded him to claim him.
Like a helpless doll, the Omega’s body jolted with every rough thrust, but his trembling arms desperately clung to Joowon’s neck.
Each time Joowon slammed his hips forward, a broken, pleading moan—perhaps begging or craving more—spilled from the Omega’s lips.
They devoured each other with mouths and bodies, drunk on desire, leaving marks on skin slick with sweat and fluids.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of movement, filled the heavy, heated air of the room with obscene tension.
In that moment, there was nothing but their bodies and the explosion of instincts.
Nothing could break through them—certainly not Yoonwoo. It was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
They were entirely absorbed in their own world of carnal pleasure.
Tears streamed down Yoonwoo’s face, hot and blinding.
He staggered into the room, his body trembling like a broken machine.
His legs nearly gave out, but he couldn’t stop—not now.
He had to stop this nightmare, this animalistic madness, no matter what.
‘If he sees me… if he sees his lover… maybe he’ll stop…’
With that desperate, foolish hope, Yoonwoo approached the tangled bodies, trembling, and reached out his hand.
“Hyung…! Joowon! Please… please stop! Look at me! Wake up! I’m here… Your lover is right here!!”
His voice, cracked from sobbing, was barely more than a rasp of metal scraping metal.
The word ‘lover’ tore from his throat like a scream, echoing with despair.
He grabbed onto Joowon’s arm, nearly clinging to him.
But the sweat-slicked forearm kept slipping from his grasp.
In that moment, his agonized cry seemed to finally reach Joowon’s senses.
Joowon’s head snapped toward him.
Bloodshot eyes, devoid of reason, locked onto Yoonwoo. Yoonwoo held his breath for a moment.
A flicker of hope sparked— ‘Maybe… maybe he’ll recognize me…’
But there was no recognition.
No affection.
Not even confusion or guilt.
Only fury toward an intruder, irritation at being interrupted, and the savage instinct of a beast about to attack.
He didn’t recognize Yoonwoo.
No—he didn’t even try.
“Get lost…!”
The growled command was so venomous it sent shivers down Yoonwoo’s spine.
With a rough motion, Joowon flung Yoonwoo’s hand off as if shaking off a filthy, bothersome insect.
The strength he used—violent and overwhelming—was something Yoonwoo had never experienced during their relationship.
“Ah—!”
With a short scream, Yoonwoo was flung backward.
He lost his balance and slammed into the sharp corner of the bedside table, his side taking the full impact before he collapsed to the floor.
A dull thud echoed through the room as his head hit the ground.
The pain in his side was so sharp it momentarily stopped his breath.
A burning sensation swelled beneath his skin, promising an ugly bruise.
Every breath sent a stabbing pain through his ribs.
His wrist throbbed as if fractured, and the blow to his head left him dizzy, his vision swimming.
But worse than the physical pain was the heartbreak—his chest felt like it had been ripped open and thrown to the floor.
The way Joowon had looked at him, as if he were something disgusting.
That contempt in his eyes, like Yoonwoo was nothing more than a nuisance interrupting his pleasure.
Eight years… erased like they meant nothing.
“H-hyung… how… how could you… do this to me…”
Yoonwoo collapsed completely, sobbing until he could barely breathe.
But the sounds from the bed didn’t stop.
If anything, they grew more intense, as if mocking his cries.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
The sobs burst out without warning, and the pain in his ribs and wrist anchored him to the cold, unforgiving floor.
Physical agony blended with emotional devastation until it felt like his entire being was coming apart.
He remembered the first time he and Joowon had been intimate.
Back then, he’d been anxious.
That Joowon might be disappointed in his lack of pheromones.
That he’d leave, like others had.
But Joowon had whispered to him then, reassuring:
“Don’t worry. Even without pheromones, I’ll only ever sleep with you. You’re the only one in my world.”
That voice still echoed in his ears—yet now, he was choking on sobs and gasping for breath.
“Cha Joowon, please wake up—wake the hell up!!! How could you do this to me?! You said you loved me! You said you’d only sleep with me! You said I was your whole world!!”
His cry, soaked in agony, echoed through the thick, suffocating air—but the two on the bed showed not even a flicker of hesitation.
As if trapped in their own world, they heard nothing.
Felt nothing.
They only devoured each other more fiercely.
Joowon’s ragged breathing, the Omega’s sharp cries, the wet, obscene noises of skin against skin filled the room, drowning out Yoonwoo’s sobs.
To Yoonwoo, those sounds felt like vibrations echoing through his very bones.
The luxurious suite, expensive clothes strewn chaotically across the floor, a shattered wine bottle, and the two beasts on the bed—it all seemed like a cruel absurdist play.
And he was the discarded prop in the corner no one cared about.
His tear-soaked cheek touched the cold marble floor.
That Alpha on the bed… does he even know I’m here?
No… even if he does, he wouldn’t care.
Yoonwoo was completely alone in that space.
His pain reached no one.
His presence meant nothing to them.
On that cold floor, he had lost his entire world.
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