The Probability of Becoming a Couple with Your Beloved

At this moment, something flashed through Hangeom’s mind like a flash. Come to think of it, the symptoms are not at all like a cold, are they? Although he seemed to have a temperature, Wonhyeok wasn’t particularly coughing and didn’t seem to feel chills.

“I almost died thinking I was about to explode.”

“What? What…”

Wonhyeok mumbled something incomprehensible and climbed on top of Hangeom, who was lying in an uncomfortable position.

“Senior?”

Hangeom’s eyes widened to the limit. His heart was racing wildly. Wonhyeok’s face was now closer than ever before. Then Hangeom involuntarily slowly lowered his gaze downward.

“…”

Rut.

At this moment, this word flashed through Hangeom’s mind again. What people with types experience… Could it be that Wonhyeok doesn’t just have a cold, but a rut?

“Oh.”

Hangeom’s face turned red. He reflexively raised his hand, blocking the view. If so, it became clear why Wonhyeok was behaving differently than usual. Although Hangeom himself, being a beta, had never experienced this and would never experience it in the future, he had heard that at such moments people lose their minds and act only on instincts.

“Senior… um… have you taken suppressants?”

Hangeom asked, trying to avert his gaze. Right now, Wonhyeok is not in his right mind. That’s why he’s doing such things, right?

“Suppressants? What for. I have you.”

“…What?”

“You said you’d repay the kindness.”

Wonhyeok suddenly tightly squeezed Hangeom’s hand.

“Senior!”

Hangeom raised his head in shock.

“Damn, not a girl, but hands so small.”

Hangeom couldn’t help but open his mouth in surprise.

“What are you doing. Move.”

“Senior, w-wait! This… this seems wrong…”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I like it… I mean, not that I like it, just…”

His mind was in complete disarray. His face was burning so much that it seemed even his pupils had dilated. Is this reality – what’s happening with the person he admired and loved? Why did everything turn out like this anyway? From confusion, surprise, and slight fever, Hangeom felt like he was about to lose consciousness from the rush of blood to his head.

“Then what’s the problem.”

Hangeom tried to pull his hand out, but Wonhyeok, as if not allowing it, tightened his grip. Thus, Hangeom found himself in a hopeless situation.

Honestly, although Hangeom himself felt affection for Wonhyeok, it wasn’t mutual. Right now, Wonhyeok was in a state where reason had left him due to rut. When he finds out that he did such things with a junior he had just met, due to a natural physiological state, how much will he despise himself?

That is, at this moment, Hangeom was most concerned not about his own situation, but about Wonhyeok.

“Ha…”

At this moment, quiet breathing was heard from above. Looking up, Hangeom saw that Wonhyeok was looking down at him with a slightly flushed face. Hot breath escaped through his slightly parted lips. It seemed that one could even feel a faint heartbeat.

“…”

Hangeom involuntarily swallowed. He didn’t know how to improve Wonhyeok’s condition. After all, he had never experienced it himself. But suddenly he remembered that once in a medical documentary it was said that in such cases suppressants help, but even better – to properly release the tension.

Maybe then the pain and discomfort he’s experiencing now will decrease a little? Hangeom swallowed again.

∞ ∞ ∞

When he opened his eyes, his first thought was a rare feeling of vigor. His body felt light, as if a heavy weight had fallen off it. The headache had long passed, and his body also felt comfortable.

“…”

Wonhyeok, looking at the familiar ceiling, slowly got up. He was sure he had slept in bed, but woke up on the sofa. What is this, did he come out here to sleep because it was stuffy?

This is why he hated rut. Because memory became fragmentary. When Wonhyeok irritably ruffled his hair, the blanket covering him fell. Did he cover himself with this? With this thought, he picked up the blanket, and at that moment noticed items on the coffee table.

These were the laptop and assignment materials he had lent to Hangeom.

“Why is this here…”

As soon as he saw this, something seemed to explode in his head, and several fragmentary scenes surfaced.

“Ah, damn, could it be…”

A sigh escaped from Wonhyeok’s lips.

They say that when a person is strongly surprised, the body freezes and can’t think about anything. Wonhyeok froze like that, holding his forehead. One of the reasons why he hated rut was that during this period, the mind obeyed less than usual.

Wonhyeok considered maintaining sanity very important because he hid his real character and pretended to be a good person. But during rut, the thread of reason imperceptibly weakened, and desires intensified, so naturally, he couldn’t like it.

And now he realized that exactly what he feared most had happened.

‘Have you done this before?’

‘…Damn, it’s clean here too.’

‘Quickly raise your head. Let me see your face.’

In the surfaced memories, he was with his pants down, and Kang Hangeom with a burning face was holding him. In the next blurry scene, they were even rubbing against each other with their body parts.

Did Hangeom come home yesterday? When did he come? The memory is not complete. Only the sensation of pleasant pleasure when he embraced Hangeom is clear.

“Crazy, damn it.”

Wonhyeok strongly ruffled his hair. Even more incomprehensible was the fact that Hangeom was a beta. People often say such things. That alphas and omegas are instinctively attracted to each other, and during the heat period, when desires intensify, an alpha naturally seeks an omega, and an omega, of course, wants an alpha.

But Kang Hangeom was not an omega, but a beta. Without pheromone emission. But Wonhyeok embraced him greedily, like a person experiencing thirst. Originally, he didn’t feel particular attraction or instinct even towards most omegas. But at that moment, it seemed he wanted to touch Hangeom specifically.

Wonhyeok bit his lips. Now was not the time to think about this. Perhaps an even more serious and important problem remained.

Did they go all the way or not.

“…”

After he uttered these words, the memories completely broke off. This was not the level where one could distinguish something in the fog, but a complete blackout where nothing could be seen.

Wonhyeok gnawed his nails. If they went all the way, it would really create problems. This wasn’t a relationship by mutual consent, and they weren’t even connected as a couple. If he, completely losing his mind due to rut, did it forcibly…

“…I’m completely screwed.”

Wonhyeok quickly started looking for his phone. Finding it fallen under the sofa, he picked it up, and immediately messages poured in from classmates asking if he was okay. Discarding all these messages, Wonhyeok quickly opened the contact list and found Hangeom’s number.

But soon his hand, ready to press the saved number, froze.

What would he say if he called? Ask if they went all the way? That would be ridiculous. Besides, if Kang Hangeom answered affirmatively, he had no ready plan for how to react to this.

For now, the best option was not to contact immediately, but to personally meet with Hangeom and test the waters. In any case, he was in a state of rut and not in his right mind.

Wonhyeok threw the phone and heavily sat down on the sofa. He thought that lately the days had been boring, but as soon as he thought so, such a major event occurred.

Wonhyeok tightly closed his eyes. Ironically, in the darkness before his eyes, images of heavily breathing Hangeom in his embrace and the smell of soap from his hair surfaced.

∞ ∞ ∞

“Kang Hangeom.”

“…”

“Student Kang Hangeom?”

A question mark appeared in the voice of the assistant reading the attendance list. At this moment, one of the classmates sitting nearby lightly nudged Hangeom, who was absentmindedly looking at the ceiling.

“Hey, you’re being called.”

“Ah… Yes!”

Hangeom raised his hand in fright, and immediately a displeased look from the assistant fell on him. He was almost marked as absent, although he was present. Hangeom, with relief, didn’t forget to quietly thank the classmate who saved him from the danger of being marked absent.