Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Ye Jun

I kissed him back like my life depended on it, hands fisted in the front of his shirt, the bass from the speakers still thumping through my ribs like it was trying to shake all the bad decisions loose. Ohm tasted like the shots we had slammed earlier and something clean, like mint gum he had probably popped right before he decided to ruin my night in the best worst way. His mouth was soft, too soft, nothing like the way Si Woo used to bite and claim and leave bruises I would poke at later just to feel something. I pulled back first, breathing hard, the bar lights spinning a little because yeah, the alcohol was still doing its job.

Ohm did not let me go far. His hands stayed on my waist, thumbs rubbing small circles like he was scared I would bolt. He leaned in close again, lips brushing my ear, and whispered something. The music was too loud, my head too fuzzy. I caught maybe half a syllable and nothing else.

“What?” I said, laughing a little because this was already ridiculous enough without the whisper game.

He did not pull away. Just cupped the back of my neck and tried again, right against my ear, voice low and rough like he had been holding onto the words all night. Still nothing. The bass swallowed it whole.

“Dude, I cannot hear shit,” I muttered, tilting my head so my ear was basically glued to his mouth. “Speak up or stop being weird.”

He huffed a laugh against my skin, breath warm, and whispered one more time. Slower. Clearer. But my drunk brain lagged like it was buffering on crappy Wi-Fi. I stood there for a solid three seconds, still swaying to the music, his hands on me, the taste of him still on my tongue. Then the words slammed into my skull all at once like someone drop-kicked them through my forehead.

Whoa. What the fuck?

I jerked back so fast I almost head-butted him. My eyes went wide, heart doing this stupid flip that had nothing to do with the alcohol anymore. “Wait. Did you just ask me to have sex with you? Like, right now? For real?”

Ohm did not even flinch. He just looked at me, steady, those big shoulders still moving to the beat like nothing huge had happened. “Yes.”

I stared at him. Then I laughed, short and sharp and way too loud, because no way. No fucking way. “No. Nope. You are fucking high. You are gonna regret this in the morning, Ohm. You are gonna wake up and be like, what the hell did I say to Ye Jun while he was wasted? and then you will avoid me for the rest of your life. I am not letting you ruin our friendship over some drunk brain fart.”

He shook his head, still holding my waist like he thought I might actually run. “No. I mean it.”

I blinked at him, mouth opening and closing a couple times because my brain was still catching up. The music kept pounding, people bumping into us, but it all felt distant now, like the bar had shrunk down to just the two of us and this insane thing he had just dropped on me. “You mean it,” I repeated, sarcastic as hell. “You, Ohm, big protective teddy-bear alpha who has never even looked at a guy like that before, wants to have sex with me. Tonight. Because why? You suddenly decided you are into dudes? Or is this some alpha ego thing? Come on, spill it before I call you a liar to your face.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost embarrassed for a second, but his eyes stayed serious. “It is not, look, I have never had sex with a guy, okay? Not once. And yeah, there is this whole alpha thing with the omegas in my country at work , at the gym, everywhere. They talk shit behind my back. Call me weak, inexperienced, like I am not real alpha material if I do not know what I am doing. I need to learn. I trust you. We are friends. It does not have to mean anything weird. Just help me out. Please.”

I felt my face heat up, a mix of shock and something else I did not want to name hell I didn’t even know what it was. My stomach did a weird twist because this was exactly the kind of mess I had sworn I would not fall into again. Si Woo had been the same at first, stepbrother, family golden boy, all that just between us bullshit before he turned into a sadistic pervert who tattooed his name on my ass like I was his property. I did not want to be somebody’s practice dummy again. I did not want to get fucked and then tossed aside while they went off and married some perfect childhood friend. But at the same time, God, the idea of using Ohm right back? Of making him fall so hard he forgot every omega in existence? Yeah. That sounded like the perfect revenge on Si Woo without even trying.

I did not say any of that out loud. Instead I crossed my arms, trying to look like I was thinking it over even though my drunk brain was already screaming yes. “So you want me to be your gay tutor. Friends with benefits, but only so you do not look weak in front of other omegas. That is what you are begging me for right now. On the dance floor. While we are both half-wasted.”

Ohm nodded, not even denying it. “Yeah. I am begging. Please, Ye Jun. I will not push if you say no. But I trust you more than anyone. And after that kiss, it felt right. You felt right.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes so hard it hurt. “Oh great, now it is you felt right. Save the cheesy lines for the omegas you are trying to impress later.” But inside my head it was all chaos. I did not want another stepbrother situation. I did not want to be the secret side piece who ends up crying in the bathroom while some guy plans his wedding to someone else. Si Woo had wrecked me enough, collar, tattoo, all that possessive crap that still made my ass sting every time I moved. I was done letting him own me. I was going to make Ohm gay. Or at least make him fall for me so hard he could not see straight. I did not give a fuck about Si Woo anymore. He could marry Lisa and rot for all I cared. This was my move. My way out.

I took a deep breath, the alcohol making everything feel bold and stupid and unstoppable. “Yes,” I said, before I could talk myself out of it. “We should. Let us do it.”

Ohm’s whole face lit up like I had just handed him the winning lottery ticket. He did not waste time asking if I was sure. Next thing I knew his arms were around me, lifting me clean off the floor like I weighed nothing. I yelped, grabbing his shoulders as he carried me toward the exit, my legs dangling and my face buried in his neck because everyone was staring and I was equal parts mortified and buzzing.

“Put me down, you idiot!” I laughed, smacking his chest, but I did not really mean it. The fresh air hit us when we got outside, cool against my flushed skin, and he finally set me on my feet by his car. I was still giggling like an idiot when he opened the passenger door and basically shoved me in, buckling me up himself because apparently I was too drunk to manage buttons now.

The drive to his place was a blur of streetlights and his hand on my thigh, not pushing, just resting there like he needed the contact. I kept stealing glances at him, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening. “You are really serious,” I said again, poking his arm. “Like, we are doing this. Me and you. Sex. Tonight. And you swear it is just friends helping friends so you do not get roasted by omegas?”

He glanced over, grinning that easy grin that always made him look like a giant puppy. “Dead serious. You are the only one I would ask, Ye Jun. I mean it.”

I leaned my head against the window, watching the city blur past, and let my brain run wild. Part of me was already panicking in the background because yeah, I had lied through my teeth back there on the dance floor when I said I had never done anything with a guy. Si Woo had done plenty. The collar, the tattoo, the way he had edged me until I cried and begged for his name on my skin. But Ohm did not know any of that. He thought I was as clueless as him. What if my hole was not tight anymore? What if he could tell I had been stretched and used and marked? The thought made my stomach flip, but I shoved it down with more sarcasm. Screw it. I was using him to move on. That was the plan. Make him fall, make him stay, make Si Woo disappear from my head for good.

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