Chapter 5: Thesis

*Explicit content below*

"where am I?"

"Everything feels hot. My body. my....my..."

Ha-joon lay on the bed. His breathing was harsh and rigid. He was sweating Perfusely against the white sheets. His body stretching the length and width of the bed. Everywhere felt sensitive.

He ran his fingers along his chest.

His other hand trailing down his stomach: lightly touching his groin. He was bulging beneath his pants.

"Release....I need to release...." He muttered.

Reaching his hand inside the front region of his pants; Ha-joon carefully wrapped his hand around his member.

He couldn't help but to moan softly against the bed. His mind was a haze and hungared for that sweet release.

Moving his hand up and down slowly he closed his eyes: able to feel every twinge and breath of his own body.

"someone...I need...someone...."

He started to thrust his hips as well.

His mind was dark. Only the feeling of ecstacy and lost surrounding his being.

A pair of Onyx eyes crossed his mind.

"what...?"

Not only the eyes but Hyun's whole upper torso, Hovering over Ha-joon's body. His muscles were firm, his black hair draped over his stony gaze. Hyun's hand caressed his cheek and leaned into his neck.

The sensation of lips kissing him in his most sensitive area: The feel of his teeth grazing the skin: hungry for just one bite. The feeling of his pelvis pressed again Ha-joon.

That was the final push.

Ha-joon's breathing intensified as he lay there. Looking at his right hand covered in his seed.

"more...I need more..." He bit his lower lip.

Ha-joon switched to his knees.

Taking the right hand he reached behind him. He was already slick from the heat: making it easier for his fingers to pass through.

one: two, He pushed in and out.

Looking behind him to see Hyun. His expression still stone. Thrusting his hips in and out.

Leaning over Ha-joon's back: Wrapping his arms around the torso.

His hot breath on the Omega's neck. Teeth clamping down on his shoulder.

A few more thrusts.

Moaning out loud and his body dropped to the bed.

Shifting his body to look at Hyun once again: his member became hard once more.

The next thing Ha-joon remembered was waking up to a bright light.

----- 3 days later ----

Ha-joon let out a long and heavy sigh.

"That is the fifth time in twenty minutes you've sighed like that", Jong stated: flipping through a binder full of medical papers.

"Come on now, it really wasn't that bad" He chuckled looking up and pushing his glasses back.

Ha-joon frowned.

"You don't understand Jong-sunbea, you weren't the one waking up stark naked in an unfamiliar room with unfamiliar people asking a thousand different questions. On top of that; receiving a three day lecture from your aunt about the importance of health and safety: like a child. I'm just grateful I was still accepted in the program as your *Shadow*". Jong put his head in his hands, doubled over sitting on a far chair in the corner of the room.

"Well you got me there. can't say that I've ever had that happen to me". Jong shrugged and smirked.

Ha-joon glared at him once again.

"ooh, scary" Jong half grinned.

"In any case congratulations on taking your final step into adulthood." Jong raised his arms up in celebration.

" Aghhhh!!!!"

Ha-joon covered his ears and turned to the other wall in the room. The embarassment hit him like a bullet train.

It was quite possibly the worst first impression that he could ever give.

"Since it was your first, as an engineer, I am obligated to make sure you have inhibitors and blockers on hand right?"

Ha-joon tapped his hand against his pants pocket in response.

"You gotta understand on our part we didn't know which medicine to give you. There are a multitude of different medications that affect Omega's differently. You're actually lucky I had my test drug on hand at the time. otherwise we would have ALL been in trouble" He laughed.

"It's really not that funny Sunbea".

"In any case Ha-Joon, I've had the chance to re-read your thesis on the receptors of Omegas. It was quite a fascinating read to say the least."

Jong closed the binder and crossed his leg over the other: swivling in his chair towards Ha-joon.

"what I would like to ask though: Why are you absolutly passionate about this project? Seems to me that without your pheromone receptors you could live out a really easy life for an Omega. No fear of inducement into your heat cycles by Alphas: Sounds like a good exchange from mybpoint of view."

He folded his hands in his lap and slightly leaned back.

"So what's your story?"

Ha-joon shrugged.

"No story: or rather no miraculous or interesting story to tell. It's plain and simple: I want to be normal."

Intrigued: Jong raised an eyebrow.

"Normal? By what definition? You are a healthy male with a healthy immune system: What more is there?"

Ha-joon shook his head.

"it's complicated".

*ding*

Jong reached down and pulled his phone from his pocket. A mischievous grin crossed his face. He typed back to the sender and then stuffed the phone away.

"Since we are on the subject of pheromones" Jong started: had a lively tone.

"It's sad to say that you will need to shadow me and my projects before taking off on your own. Lucky for you it's in the same ball park as that thesis of yours."

Ha-joon sat up intrigued.

"Director Park has allowed you to join my olfactory study on the different types of pheromone smells. Now before you say anything you won't need an ability to smell pheromones for your part.

Ha-joon listened. Jong went on to explain his short passion project and Ha-joon agreed.

By the end of the day: He was exhausted.

Ha-joon trugged out the doors of the college. He He had his bag over one arm and was drinking the remains of an energy supplement.

The sky had turned an autumn orange as the sun had already started setting.

Ha-joon pulled his phone out to text his Aunt that he was on his way.

"Hey....you..."

An almost all too familiar voice called out from behind him.

Turning around : Ha-joon froze.

leaned against the brick building: Dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt; Tattered jeans and a pair of black and white Sneakers: was Hyun.

His arms were crossed as he held his gaze on Ha-joon.

"We need to talk".