Jihoon curled pitifully in his bed, body aching. The room smelled heavily of peaches, arousal and slick.
"It smells like a brothel in here," Seungho pointed out, wrinkling his nose. He gingerly stepped into the room, a bowl in his hands.
The omega glared weakly at his friend. "Thank you for saying it out loud," he grumbled, voice laced with sarcasm.
Seungho was unbothered, sitting on the bed. "You need to eat something. Get up."
The scent of warm broth filled Jihoon nose and he shook his head. "Don't want to. I'm too... tired."
His friend nodded in sympathy, placing the bowl on a table. "This heat was different, wasn't it?"
The omega sighed, closing his eyes.
It had been five tortuous days.
The heat swept over him like a tsunami, destroying any sanity Jihoon left. In the hours when his lust peaked, he moaned and cried Junghoon's name, slicking all over his bed.
