Trapped in an Omegaverse Tragedy

Cha Jihwan was invited earlier on the day of the birthday party because he was going to help with the preparations.

An uninvited guest, Oh Ryujin tagged along with him as ’support’.

"Congratulations," Ryujin said brightly as he handed Doha a basket full of baby clothes. "I didn’t know what to buy so my mom helped me."

Both Doha and Jihwan seemed a bit shocked at that.

Doha knew exactly what kind of woman Oh Jia was. So he was flabbergasted at her surprisingly normal choice of clothes.

Jihwan didn’t even think she was capable of anything other than intentional crime.

"Thank you," Doha awkwardly held the basket and invited them in.

And the preparations began.

Songrik watched them decorate his house as he rested on the couch. The dizziness was good now but he became nauseous at the slightest off smell.

So they all decided so place him out of the way with a heap of Doha’s clothes drenched in his pheromones.

But since Songrik wanted to see them prepare, the ’out of way’ place was the couch.

Doha came to sit beside him during a coffee break they took. Ryujin made sure to follow Jihwan into the kitchen where he was preparing coffee for the three of them.

Songrik was off coffee now since it could be bad for the baby.

"I tried calling him but it says his number isn’t available," Doha said as he tried calling Yohan again. "I did think it was weird that he would ask me to tell the boss he was quitting. But I didn’t know he would just ghost me like this."

"Maybe something happened," Songrik leaned against Doha as he sniffed him.

"Hyung, you’re shamelessly sniffing me now?" Doha teased Songrik as he sent a message on Yohan’s whosApp.

"Well you’re the only thing I like to smell these days," Songrik said happily. "I should take in as much as possible before you go away again."

Doha kissed him on the forehead as he played with his black hair.

How can someone be so lovely?

Doha thought as his beautiful omega drifted to sleep beside.

Inside the kitchen, another couple was bubbling their romance.

Ryujin peeked over Jihwan’s shoulder at the coffee machine.

"That’l take a while," he said in Jihwan’s ear. "How about we cuddle like them in the meantime?"

Ryujin pointed at the two lovebirds hurdled together on the couch.

Jihwan sighed and shook his head.

"One of those lovebirds is my boss," he said. "And I really afford to defile my image than I already have in front of him."

"Oh come on, as if he cares about something like that!"

"But I do."

"We can atleast hug like this from the back?"

"Please move away from me."

"Pretty please, I would just hug you and do nothing else..."

"Goddammit..."

"Huh?"

Jihwan turned around and yanked Ryujin closer with his tie and looked him right in the eyes.

"You better be a good boy after this and go sit on that chair."

He pointed at the chair beside the refrigerator before rising on tiptoes and kissing Ryujin.

It was soft, warm and quick kiss.

But it shocked Ryujin alot because it came voluntarily from Jihwan.

Jihwan initiated it.

Ryujin just shut up and went to sit on that chair as Jihwan poured the coffee in cups.

He handed one over to Doha and came back to the kitchen.

He dragged another chair near Ryujin’s. The spot was out of sight from the living room as the refrigerator blocked the view partially along with the partition wall.

Ryujin watched him place the coffee cups on top of the refrigerator as he sat down empty handed on the chair in front of Ryujin.

He stared at Ryujin for a few seconds while sitting like that. Ryujin didn’t know how to react.

Jihwan then looked at his wrist.

Then at his neck.

Ryujin was utterly confused.

"What are you even doing? Is this how the members of Secretary species flirt?" He asked acting nonchalant. "Our coffee’s getting cold."

"Ah, no. I was just looking for best spots to drink blood from," Jihwan answered.

"..."

"..."

Absolute pin drop silence engulfed the kitchen.

What?!

"What?!" Ryujin’s thoughts and words synced for the first time in a long long while. "Why?"

"Because I want to drink your blood. I’ll have to drink it eventually."

Jihwan was thinking his response was normal. He looked every bit of the part.

"I mean, why me? I’m another vampire! My blood would probably taste like shit!"

Ryujin retorted.

"Hmm? But from what I smell... your blood looks delicious. I find any other kind of blood nauseous."

"I think there’s something wrong with your transformation. How could you try to target another vampires?"

"Huh? It’s wrong? But I think yours might be the only blood I’ll be able to drink."

"Um... it’s not wrong. It’s just unheard of. There hasn’t been a record of a turned vampire craving vampire blood. What about my mother? Do you think you can drink her blood too?"

Jihwan’s face twisted into such a vivid expression of disgust and mixture of the gag reflex and swallowing that he seemed right on the verge of throwing up.

"Okay, I get it. You don’t have to make that face," Ryujin put his thumb over Jihwan’s brows to un-tense them. "It’s just me then, huh?"

"Yeah, just you."

"Could it be an attachment issue?"

"Like ’I’m in love with you so I like your blood’ kind of thing?"

"I’m not too sure."

"Anyways," Jihwan leaned forward and held Ryujin’s arm. "Let’s put your useless self to some actual use. I’m really at my limit and I really want to drink your blood. Let me have some of it, President."

"Sure, go ahead but don’t blame me if it tastes awful," Ryujin blushed a little when he saw Jihwan moving his lips closer to his wrist.

They say when a vampire sucks your blood, it feels like an orgasm. Ryujin was pretty excited to feel it.

Jihwan’s canines drew longer as punctured into Ryujin’s wrist with them.

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