Aaron, who was in his mind for three days—was now standing right before him. The air seemed to shift, thickening with Aaron’s scent. It was sweet and sharp, intoxicating, and maddeningly strong, hitting Kim Woo Jin like a drug. His instincts screamed, his body reacting to the overwhelming presence of the omega.

“Aar—”

Before he could finish, a solid fist slammed into his stomach.

Kim Woo Jin’s breath left him in a pained gasp as he stumbled backward, clutching his abdomen. The strength behind that punch shocked him. 

“Aaron, wait—”

But Aaron wasn’t listening.

Grabbing Kim Woo Jin’s wrist with surprising strength, Aaron yanked him forward. Before the Kim Woo-Jin could react, Aaron used his momentum to pull him over his shoulder. Kim Woo Jin, a towering 90-kilogram alpha, was thrown like he weighed nothing by an omega barely reaching 60 kilograms.

The world spun for a moment before Kim Woo Jin’s back hit the floor with a bone-jarring thud. Pain radiated through his spine and shoulders, and he groaned as his vision blurred for a moment.

Aaron didn’t give him a second to recover.

Before Kim Woo Jin could lift his head, Aaron straddled him, pinning him down with surprising ease. The weight of the Aaron pressed against his fevered body, and Aaron scent left him stunned. 

Bam.

A fist connected with Kim Woo Jin’s cheek, snapping his head to the side.

Bam.

Another punch came, this time from the other side, harder and angrier.

Kim Woo Jin’s hands instinctively came up to shield his face, but they trembled. Fighting from rut had left him weak and exhausted. His muscles felt like jelly, and his mind was a foggy mess, drowning in the chaos of his sexual desires and Aaron’s overwhelming presence.

Aaron’s fists didn’t stop.

“You asshole!” Aaron snarled through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with rage. 

“You kissed me back. You said you’d continue the second one tomorrow. You liar—””

Bam.

Kim Woo Jin’s head snapped back again. The sharp sting on his cheeks was nothing compared to the overwhelmed feeling in his chest as he looked up at Aaron’s face.

“Aaron, stop...” Woo Jin hands reached out, trying to catch Aaron’s wrists.

But Aaron was relentless. His fury burned brighter, and punches started landing with more force, each one punctuating his words.

"You made promise like there was something real between us! And then—then you vanished, to get engaged to someone else?"

Bam.

“Do you know how pathetic I felt waiting for you?!”

Bam.

“You asshole! You motherfucker, Kim Woo Jin!”

Aaron’s voice cracked on the last word, and for a moment, his punches slowed. His chest heaved as he glared down at Kim Woo Jin. 

Kim Woo Jin’s mind was too foggy to process Aaron’s furious words. His body ached from the punches and the impact of being thrown, but none of it registered. All he could focus on was Aaron—right there in front of him. His heart pounded so fast it felt like it might burst. Despite everything, he couldn’t stop the small, twisted sense of relief and satisfaction blooming in his chest. Aaron was here. In front of his eyes.

“How dare you play with me?” 

Aaron shouted, his voice cracked with raw emotion. “If you’re getting engaged to that ugly duck, why the hell did you kiss—”

Aaron’s voice broke off mid-sentence as Kim Woo Jin’s hand shot up, gripping his hair tightly. Aaron’s breath hitched, as Kim Woo Jin yanked him closer, then, without a moment’s hesitation, Kim Woo Jin’s lips crashed onto Aaron’s.

Aaron’s eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening as Kim Woo Jin kissed him with a fierce, desperate hunger. His tongue slipped past Aaron’s lips, tasting him, claiming him, as if his very life depended on it. Aaron’s fists pounded against his shoulder in protest, but Kim Woo Jin’s hold didn’t waver. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of Aaron’s mouth with fervor, like a man finally quenching an unbearable thirst.

The taste of Aaron flooded Kim Woo Jin’s senses, overwhelming every coherent thought. It wasn’t just desire—it was something more profound, something he could no longer ignore. For three days, he had been consumed by longing, every cell in his body aching for this moment.

Aaron finally managed to push back, breaking the kiss, his breaths ragged and his eyes blazing with fury. 

“Let me go!” 

But Kim Woo Jin surged forward again, capturing Aaron’s lips with even greater desperation. His grip tightened on Aaron’s waist, pulling him closer. His kisses were deep, demanding, and unapologetic, as if he were trying to convey all the words, he hadn’t been able to say.

The air between them was heavy with Aaron’s pheromones, thick and suffocating, pressing him down like an invisible weight. But Kim Woo Jin knew—it wasn’t the pheromones drawing him in.

It wasn’t just about Aaron being an omega or his alluring scent. From the very first day Kim Woo Jin had laid eyes on him, he had wanted him. He had tried to dismiss it as anger, frustration, anything. But now, after three days of torturous longing, everything made sense.

Aaron wasn’t just anyone to him. He wasn’t just an omega. He was the one.

Breaking the kiss, Kim Woo Jin’s chest heaved as he stared into Aaron’s stunned eyes. His voice, rough but steady, carried the words he had been too afraid to say before.

“I like you.”

The room fell silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. 

Kim Woo Jin’s confession, “I like you” lingered in the air like an exposed nerve.

Aaron froze for a split second, his chest heaving, before a wild surge of untamed pheromones erupted from his body. The scent was overwhelming, sharp, and suffocating. His glowing eyes bore into Kim Woo Jin’s, cold and heavy with fury.

“Like me?” Aaron’s voice was a low, venomous growl, and before Kim Woo Jin could respond, Aaron’s fist collided with his face again.

Kim Woo Jin stumbled but remained standing, his senses jolted back into focus. His mind was racing. What just happened?

“You like me,” Aaron spat, his voice dripping with bitter sarcasm, “but you’re getting engaged to that bitch, Yuna?”

Kim Woo Jin blinked, trying to comprehend Aaron’s words, but the storm of Aaron’s pheromones was like a chain around his chest, squeezing his heart and body. He could feel Aaron’s anger burning through him.