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<Flashback>
"Why do I have to be an alpha, appa? Everyone thinks it's weird that you and Eomma are betas while I'm not. Even at school, we were taught that two betas can only produce betas—or omegas in extremely rare cases, but never an alpha... Two betas can never produce an alpha, even more so the dominant type, so why? Why am I one?" Taehyung questioned, crying to his father after being made fun of all day at school after their class received their secondary gender results.
"It just happened, son. There's nothing wrong with being an alpha from two betas. It's—well..."
"See? You can't even answer! Am I even your son? Maybe I got switched at birth and—"
"STOP!" Taehyung flinched after his father, Taesoo, raised his voice at him for the first time in his life. "Taehyung-ah, you... You can never say that—no—don't even let that thought cross your mind—ever! Your mother... I watched her give her life just so you could be born into this world; I watched her smile for the last time right after she first heard you cry. You are our son," Taesoo says, firmly gripping both of Taehyung's shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes. "You may be an alpha, someone whose existence might be strange to some, but you are our son. There's nothing wrong with it—in fact, aren't you supposed to be proud that you, born of two beta parents, turned out to be an alpha? Son, this only means you are special." Taesoo smiled as he gently wiped Taehyung's tears. "So what if you're different? So what if your parents are both betas? Don't ever be ashamed of who you are, as what matters most is that you are loved. Your mother and I love you so much, and I can assure you that we will never be wrong about that."
<End of Flashback>
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Taehyung isn't sure why he's recalling his father's words to him as a child, but for some reason, that's all he can think about right now. Suddenly, the world and his reality stopped making sense, and all he could do was cling to the past in order to keep the little sanity he had left. He's looking blankly at the ceiling, his arms slack on his sides and his legs spread wide open, dangling in the air, hanging on Jeongguk's arms, while the alpha continues to ram his length in and out of him.
Taehyung couldn't remember when he stopped complaining—fighting, but at one point, his confusion between pain and pleasure drove him completely numb. Jeongguk's pheromones seemed to have caused his body to fall into shock, but oddly enough, he is still breathing just fine.
He feels nothing and everything at once.
There is not enough pain, yet he can feel Jeongguk's length—his girth—stretching and pounding on his insides without any resistance.
Jeongguk's cock effortlessly slips in and out of him, as if his body were designed just to meet the alpha's needs.
Alpha. Wait, Taehyung is an alpha—was an alpha. Is he even still an alpha?
Almost all his life, Taehyung struggled due to the fact that he's a dominant alpha born from two betas. He was seen and treated like a freak—an anomaly that has no place within their cruel society, and Taehyung has lived through it. Over time, he's learned to accept it. He is a dominant alpha, and he believed that would always be the case, but now there seems to have been a shift.
He's gone wet. Thick slick continued to ooze out of his alpha body, which isn't supposed to be for breeding. With the size of Jeongguk's manhood, it should have been extremely painful for him, but it wasn't. All Taehyung can feel now is how his own body continues to suck Jeongguk's cock deeper and deeper into him, and the lack of pain makes Taehyung think it's disgusting.
"You're crying?" Jeongguk cooed, releasing one of Taehyung's legs from his hold and reaching down to dry the tears running down Taehyung's cheeks. Nonetheless, Jeongguk did not stop moving; he'd already come twice—if not more—inside Taehyung, and yet he kept on rolling his hips, doing slow and shallow thrusts, humming quietly as he saw more slick and cum leak out of Taehyung's spent and puffy hole stretched around his shaft.
"Shh, don't cry," Jeongguk whispered, pressing the side of Taehyung's knee against his waist as he bent down and kissed the latter's eyes.
"Kill me. Just fucking kill me already," Taehyung said absentmindedly, his eyes so out of focus as though he'd actually gone blind.
"C'mon, now... do you hate it that much?" Jeongguk said, looking somewhat more sober on the outside but still very much not himself due to his rut. It was as if he'd been buzzed, pushing him to feel everything to the extreme, highs and lows with no in between. In Jeongguk's head, everything is spinning and sparkling, including the sight of Taehyung crying. "I know you don't... Be honest, you like this, don't you? My cock in you... Hah, look at you." Jeongguk rasped, pulling himself up and kneeling on the bed, shifting his gaze towards the base of his cock, sheathed inside Taehyung's entrance. "So wet, but still so tight... You keep on throbbing down here, it feels so fucking good, 's crazy..." Jeongguk said, spreading Taehyung's legs even wider apart and pushing the latter's thighs up, staring at how his own cum mixed with Taehyung's slick froth around the swollen rim every time he pumped his cock in. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this. Having you with me during my rut. For ten years, it has been unbearable, and now you're here, everything—even the pain has turned wonderful." Jeongguk kept on rambling, caressing Taehyung's body as he continued to fuck him slowly, like he's savoring each passing second and making the most of it as he doesn't want this night to end. Hell, it could go on forever, and Jeongguk doesn't think that he would care.
It came out of nowhere and Taehyung has no idea how it happened, but as he inhaled more of Jeongguk's pheromones, he snapped back to his senses; his lost eyes then found Jeongguk, and Jeongguk—he's laughing—damn right, he's laughing like a madman—madder than usual. "Fuck, I always knew you were perfect, but still, I have never expected anything like this. You... I—"
"I hate you," Taehyung grumbled, leading Jeongguk to pause, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging agape.
With just three words and a cold glare, everything came crashing down on Jeongguk once more. Hate? That couldn't have been what Taehyung just said, right? How could he hate him when his body speaks otherwise?
He's perfect; they were perfect. At least to Jeongguk, everything was perfect, but the longer he stares into Taehyung's eyes, the more he realizes that it's only him who's feeling this way.
Taehyung, right now, looks like he'd rather die than be with him. But why?
"W-what? No, what is this? I—" Jeongguk stammered, unconsciously touching his cheek, which was oddly wet with tears. He's crying.
He hates him.
Taehyung—Taehyung said that he hates him, and Jeongguk thinks he has never felt pain any greater than this.
"Y-you don't mean that," Jeongguk murmured, unable to keep his tears from spilling. He's caught in his rut, and the only person who can help him feel better has turned him down.
"Did you plan for this? What have you done? Just what kind of sick drug have you been feeding me that I've turned into something like—something like this?" Taehyung said, chuckling bitterly to himself as he squirmed to the side and sat up, pulling Jeongguk's cock out of him, hating how doing so made him feel so alarmingly empty. Oh, how embarrassing.
Now, Taehyung is literally going insane; he starts laughing quietly at first, then louder and louder as he slips a hand between his own legs, collecting the goopy mixture of cum and slick in his palm from his behind.
"You sick bastard... You've turned me into a fucking bitch? Me? Why didn't you just—fuck... If you hated me this much, why didn't you just kill me? Did you really have to go this far? This... This is a bit too much, don't you think?" Taehyung muttered, clenching his fists, and then he stood up, looming over Jeongguk, who was still kneeling, staring at him while silently crying.
"I didn’t... I swear—"
"So? Are you happy now? You've turned an alpha into a fucking bitch, getting wet like a damn omega in heat." Taehyung cried out, folding a knee onto the bed and grabbing Jeongguk by the neck. "You've had your way—came inside me as much as you want—over and over again. Fuck! If that isn't enough reason for me to kill you right now, then I don't know what is," Taehyung said, tightening his grip, his nails digging into Jeongguk's skin.
Taehyung's pheromones soon began to permeate the air, and the instant Jeongguk caught a whiff of it, he felt as if his rut had been drained out of his system, bringing all of the highs he felt to a brutal crash, leaving nothing but shame, pain, and regret.
He's forgotten his place; he let his instincts get the best of him, and now he has to face the consequences.
"D-do what you want. You can do whatever you want with me," Jeongguk whispered, closing his eyes and letting his arms hang dead at his sides.
Looking at Jeongguk's pathetic state right now, Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle once more, as it is quite hilarious how a dominant alpha is now on his knees, baring his neck in front of a freak—an alpha who's wet with slick. It appears that their roles have been switched; right now, Jeongguk is the one acting like a submissive bitch; although only his upper half seems to have accepted defeat, while his bottom half remains proudly standing.
Shit.
Taehyung was supposed to be mad. He was literally just two seconds away from killing Jeongguk with his bare hands, but now he couldn't move—couldn't stand the idea of never laying eyes on Jeongguk, never feeling his warmth—and that thought made Taehyung doubt whether this was actually what he was after.
"Fuck you," Taehyung said, tightening his hold on Jeongguk's neck and feeling the latter's veins pulsate against his palm. Then Jeongguk opened his eyes again, just enough to meet Taehyung's gaze, and as Taehyung noticed the single tear sliding down Jeongguk's face, he found himself letting go of everything.
Oh, Taehyung absolutely hates this.
He hates it—his body, his feelings, and the fact that he is constantly being taken over by his instincts.
He cannot do it.
Even if he's already lost sight of who he is, together with his pride as an alpha, in the end, Taehyung cannot do it. He can hate, destroy, and even burn the whole world without feeling anything, but still, Taehyung cannot hurt Jeon Jeongguk.
"Hah," Taehyung sneered, tossing his head back and laughing maniacally to himself.
"T-Tae..." Jeongguk mumbled, letting out a faint gasp as Taehyung pushed him down on his back on the bed, then crawled and straddled his waist.
"Shut up, it's my turn to speak. You've already turned me into a bitch—I'll have nothing to lose if I let you fuck me like one, don't you think?" Taehyung remarked, swallowing his spit along with the rest of his remaining self as he sank down onto Jeongguk's cock once again.
Jeongguk's head has gone completely blank, as though his mind and body were pulled apart and he wasn't himself anymore—but despite all that, he is still aware of Taehyung.
He's now aware that, unlike what he initially believed, Taehyung doesn't actually like to do this with him. He does not like him; he hates him, and the fact that Taehyung is still allowing him to have his way with him despite his disdain for him—his alpha—makes matters worse for Jeongguk.
"S-stop... If you don't want this, then let's just stop. I think I'm better now; I could just take my medications and wait for this rut to run its course," Jeongguk says, gripping the sheets tightly in his fists, afraid that if he touches Taehyung now, then he'll lose himself once again.
"Shut the fuck up, you sick beast. Medication? Hah, who are you kidding? Haven't you taken plenty of those before I even got here, and yet look where we are now? Look at what you've done," Taehyung said, sitting upright, looking down at Jeongguk, and placing a hand on his own chest to show the other alpha the painful bruises and bite marks that are scattered all over his skin. "You did this to me—and whether or not this other thing was your doing," Taehyung paused and lifted his hips, leaving only the tip of Jeongguk's cock inside him to make the alpha feel the dripping mess from his behind. "It doesn't matter to me; you started this, so stop being a fucking hypocrite and just make good use of your dick," he said, pushing both hands on Jeongguk's shoulders and holding him down on the bed before he began moving once again. "Once we're done, that's when I'll decide if you'll end up dead or not."
"Nngh!" Jeongguk groans as another wave of rut hits him, going straight to his lower stomach. He's trembling, sweating, and hurting, and Taehyung's persistent provocations only make it worse.
It's impossible.
Stopping now is absolutely impossible.
"Go on now, don't you dare hold back. Help your fucking self—alpha," Taehyung grumbled, sneering through his tensed jaw, hating how he's not even sure if he can still call himself an alpha, even if both his and Jeongguk's eyes are flashing bloody crimson.
"If you really hate me, feel free to kill me." Jeongguk sighed, grabbing Taehyung's hips as his eyes lost all color once more.
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"Based on his condition this morning, I'm guessing that the young chairman is really in his rut. What do you think will happen now?" Jun-yeol asks, here in Areum's apartment, after he's sneaked out of Jeon Jungho's bed again tonight.
"Who knows?" Areum says, taking a seat on the couch and opening a random book as she briefly glances at Jun-yeol.
"If he mates with a dominant alpha now—"
"That doesn't guarantee anything. Being an enigma doesn't guarantee anything," Areum sternly replies, heaving out a sigh.
"But if it's him... since he's an enigma," Jun-yeol pauses, feeling rather intimidated by Areum's piercing gaze.
Truth be told, Jun-yeol knows that he's not one to speak, since unlike him, who only knows the basics about an enigma's existence, Areum spent years of her life learning how to bear one, which was a success when she gave birth to the current heir of the Jeon's business empire.
"And so? If an enigma happens to mate with an omega, then the probability of conceiving will only be roughly around 80%, if with a female beta, 40%, with an alpha? Hah, close to impossible—let's just say it's even lower than 1%." Areum chuckled as she closed her book. "Being an enigma only raises the possibility of impregnating all secondary genders, but it doesn't mean that doing so will be an easy feat, and that is the reason why the leading families desperately tried to create the impossible—that one specific gender that's basically made to breed with an enigma alone and be a hundred percent successful," Areum said, taking the button she got from Taehyung out of the inner pocket of her blazer.
"The anomaly project?" Jun-yeol asked, picking up a folder from the kitchen counter and handing it to Areum.
"Y'see, when I was younger, my family used to bring me to those sick facilities just to make sure that my body remained perfect to bear an enigma. There, I've seen people who were basically just like me; the only difference was that they're more like cattle than humans. Most of 'em didn't have names, just numbers to tell them apart. To have a name, they must first show progress on that filthy experiment." Areum narrates, staring at a particular photo of a woman attached to the folder in her hands. "I guess one managed to earn a name. Here's one familiar face—Kim Eun-hee, was it?" She said, handing the folder back to Jun-yeol.
"Kim Taehyung’s mother," Jun-yeol mumbled, staring at Areum as she leaned her back on the couch.
"It turned out that even though the mother had failed, those highly coveted, meticulously crafted genes had probably manifested in her son. That is, assuming our theories are correct—after all, it should have been impossible for two betas to produce a dominant alpha." Areum laughed, throwing her head back and shifting her gaze onto the ceiling. "This world is seriously fucked up, don't you think?" She asked, smirking and turning towards Jun-yeol once more. "Kim Taehyung, that guy is anything but normal."
"What are you thinking?" Jun-yeol asked, having no idea what's going on inside Areum's mind.
"Whatever's coming out of this—I need to have it. I won't let Jeon Jungho and his family get their hands on the heir of their dreams so easily." Areum muttered under her breath, her eyes flashing bright red. "Well, I doubt that my own son will let it be easy for them. Hell, he might even do all the work for us before we know it."
"What do you mean?"
"That kid is as fucked up as I am and his father—if not more. A child—a family? Hah, he won't have it. He will never want it. Besides, who would want something similar to what brought him so much misery?" Areum laughed, hiding her clenched fists on her sides. "If things go as we're expecting, that 'anomaly' will be mine, and the freak he'll bear will never get to see daylight."
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It took forever before it stopped. Taehyung allowed Jeongguk to have his way with him for hours on end, until his body grew limp and he could not feel anything. Jeongguk seemed to have been sober half the time that he even was able to make a phone call in between them fucking, warning Jun-yeol not to let anybody near his office.
Taehyung couldn’t even tell how many times he passed out and woke up to Jeongguk still thrusting his length into him, fucking him like a beast, and pushing his human body to its limits. Then, next thing Taehyung knew, two days had gone by, and to be honest, he had no idea how the hell he managed to survive.
The thing is, Taehyung isn't new to rut cycles; as an alpha himself, he's been through them before, but for some reason, Jeongguk's rut still exceeded his expectations. It was as though Taehyung had been through a dreadful war—a storm—a blasted hurricane of everything coming at him all at once. It may sound exaggerated, but Jeongguk did indeed fuck him like a wild animal.
"Nngh..." Taehyung groans, glancing at the now unconscious Jeongguk lying on his stomach, with an arm thrown over Taehyung's naked frame. "This fucker," Taehyung grumbled, removing Jeongguk's arm from his waist and crawling away, forcing himself to tumble off the bed.
He's an absolute wreck, both mentally and physically, and maybe emotionally as well. It's really a miracle that he can still move despite his severe exhaustion. His body is covered with bruises, marks, and even wounds caused by Jeongguk's teeth biting into his skin, as if he were actually intending to literally devour him.
Even now that it's over, Taehyung still has no idea why he let himself be in this situation—why he didn't leave when he was given the opportunity. He even had a chance to snap Jeongguk's neck, but he chose to let go and urged Jeongguk to keep on going.
"Hah..." Taehyung chuckled, taking his cigarette and lighter from the bedside table and crawling across the floor to the glass window. "This is so pathetic." Taehyung sighed, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep puff of smoke. Then Taehyung looked down at his own body, laughing quietly at his condition.
"What the hell, he literally chewed me like a damn toy," he said, reaching up to grab his red robe from the nearby hanger and draping it over himself. He can't even stand; both of his knees are badly bruised, and his arms feel like they're going to fall out any second. He's hungry, tired, and filthy, yet despite all of this, Taehyung can't bring himself to rest after being made aware that something is wrong with his body.
Taehyung reached down between his legs after taking another lungful of smoke, feeling the mess Jeongguk had left in him as well as the mess created by his own body. "No matter how hard I think about it, this shit still doesn't make any sense," Taehyung muttered. He's always been a dominant alpha, but now he's not even sure of what to call himself.
"Fuck this, really." Taehyung took another deep breath, pushed himself up with his unsteady knees, and decided to grab his phone and dial Soo-hyuk's number.
*ring... ring...*
"Hello, Tae?—"
"Hyung, I think something is wrong with me."
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