Strawberry Fox

      Seungmin adjusts the hem of his skirt again, thinking that it would be better to take one of his friends with him so that he wouldn’t be so awkward alone at this stupid biker party that he probably shouldn’t come to. However, he really wanted to wipe his ex’s nose, saying: look what you’ve lost.       In general, everything did not go according to plan and the plan no longer seemed so ideal, but rather insanely complicated. The most disgusting thing was the hungry looks of the other bikers. Looking at them, Oh’s face contorted, showing complete disgust. Whistling and giggling were heard, which is why the guy now wanted to quickly fall underground and generally go home.       A terrible crowd of unpleasantly smelling bodies, and here in this heap he accidentally bumps into someone with his shoulder, quickly saying an apology, Seungmin is about to go somewhere far away, but they grab him by the arm, turning him towards him. — Are you crazy, bitch? — the guy whose hair was a dark shade of red asked him loudly, almost shouting. — Sorry.? — the apology sounds uncertain at first, because looking at the short guy and his young face, he didn’t even know how to address him. Still, he didn’t like getting into trouble, so it was worth trying to apologize. — I really didn’t do it on purpose. I’m sorry.       However, the stranger clearly cannot calm down, which is why he pushes him towards the wall of the men’s room and begins to rummage through the pockets of his jeans, clearly unable to find anything important. — I said it wasn’t on purpose! — Oh cannot stand such behavior, pushing him back and preferably away from himself, nurturing the hope of escaping at this moment. Suddenly, someone’s strong hand appears on the short guy’s shoulder, pushing him aside and he doesn’t seem to mind moving away at all, giving him way. The dark-haired, large guy ran his eyes over Seungmin, which made him slightly confused and cowered.       — Seok, slow down! — the thoughtful voice sounded calm, and in his mouth he had an ordinary cheap cigarette. Oh couldn’t maintain his habits and automatically rolled his eyes. The big man clearly wanted him to stop looking for something in his pockets, and the little “hyena” just stopped peacefully. He took a deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into Seungmin’s face. — Why is such beauty without protection? — I didn’t think I’d meet such thugs. — he answers the stranger with slight disgust, causing only a chuckle from the big one and surprise. — What kind of bandits are we, baby? Sometimes we just have fun. — a low voice told him, laughing and confident, and behind him appeared a long-haired drunk guy with a clearly dissatisfied face.       A sensible thought appeared to take advantage of the situation and run away, but as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the throat, pressing him to the wall. — Where are you going, princess? — Slightly gritting his teeth and grinning, the long-haired man pokes his finger in the face. The hand that had just been near Oh’s face went down to his leg, stroking it and rising to the edge of his skirt, lifting it up. — You thought you’d come in like this and not find any problems with those legs?       — He even found them on his ass. What are you talking about? — the same small red-haired guy laughed cheerfully, folding his arms on his chest. Now it seemed that this loud company had won the attention of the majority of the crowd. They attracted the attention not only of the crowd, but also of a lone biker who was sitting somewhere at a distance with his bike and sipping strong black iced tea in a whiskey glass, sometimes looking bored at the group gathered and only now focusing his attention on the loud group. The unfolding picture did not in any way prompt him to intervene, because he knew that this group would not allow themselves more because of the familiar flashing top of the big guy’s head, but such a familiar smell of childhood suddenly hit his nose.        Strawberry.       This memory immediately returned the lonely biker to the past, so pleasant and weightless, which made his head spin from the pleasant echoes of the past. Childhood. Holidays. Village. Huge fields with colorful flowers, through which he ran and in which he loved to lie, fingering the stem of a flower with his lips, squinting in the bright sun, until he heard the call of his grandmother. He always ran to her, into her warm arms. The memories reminded him of the taste of aromatic tea, which his grandmother poured into cute little mugs. And the smell of fresh strawberries from the garden, cut large and smelling incredibly nice, the sweetness of which brought a smile to his face. Grandmother threw pieces of strawberries into a glass of tea and looked at him affectionately. A dome of aromas was created at the table, which gently enveloped, and the heart beat tenderly with happiness.       Strawberries smelled different to Hyunjun from that moment on. Her scent tightened her stomach, and her lungs filled with childhood memories. One day, his favorite smell disappeared from his life, which made Hyunjun hope every time that he would meet the lost, familiar smell again. The memories were strongly lodged in his head, he understood perfectly well that now his smell belonged to some omega.        He could not believe that in his usual place, where he spends most of his time, he would suddenly find a forgotten past for himself.       The sweet aroma of berries and memories made him immediately stop leaning his back against the bike and go figure it out. His tall figure makes his way towards Seungmin with a noisy group that presses him tightly against the walls of the men’s room. The crowd in front of him steps aside slightly to allow him to pass forward. Hyunjoong uses one hand to lightly push away the long-haired guy whose fingers were brushing against the hem of his skirt. He grabs the confused omega’s hand, practically explaining his intentions to the strong, familiar guy looking at him with just one glance. The guy leads Seungmin away, followed by their gazes, and only the strong guy doesn’t look after them, as if he knows something.       Finding himself farther away from everyone, Oh grumbles dissatisfiedly, causing the biker to laugh and freeing his hand, he stops.       — Who are they to allow themselves to behave like this? — Seungmin was indignant, as if he didn’t know that these guys behave this way most often. Finally, he decides to look at his savior, running his eyes over his long dark hair, over his pleasant face, noticing a mole above his right eye and a piercing on his lip, lowering his eyes to a dark leather jacket, a black T-shirt, a long chain on his neck, which he noticed only later and jeans with open knees, and then moving on to high-top lace-up biker shoes. And only now O hurries to also inquire about the name of the guy who saved him. — And who are you?       - Hyeongjun. — Han answers meekly and, grinning, returns his gaze to the previously noisy hooligans, who eventually calmed down, — And those guys… the largest one is Gunil. We’ve known each other since school, and he’s a good guy. The small one is Gaon, next to the long-haired one is Jooyeon, childhood friends. A couple of years ago they came to Gunil. Seungmin frowns, not at all understanding why he described these guys to him in such detail, but now at least he knows the names of these thugs. The alpha just didn’t know exactly how to keep up the conversation and win over the cute stranger.       Suddenly, a red convertible appears at the party, driven by a broad-shouldered brunette alpha, wearing a tight motorcycle racing jacket, and next to him sits a blond omega, all in leather, not inferior to an alpha. So Oh doesn’t hesitate, grabbing Hyeongjun by the neck and only managing to whisper “play along” before kissing him. The alpha’s eyes reflexively widened at the moment of the kiss. Afterwards, the pupils ran around incomprehensibly across the space between them, as if realizing something, but not completely, and then the jaws clenched willfully, clenching their teeth, but so barely noticeably that the cheekbones barely moved. The tips of the ears turned bright red, but only for a short time. Khan swallowed quite loudly, digesting this play along in his head and for some reason adapting to this word, which was said ten minutes ago by a stranger, obeying.       The smell of damp grass and iron hit Seungmin’s nose, and his hands dropped from his neck to his shoulders, and he finally pulled away, only slightly pressing himself against someone else’s body. But the stranger, on the contrary, wanted to continue what he started; the alpha, out of obsession, squeezed the omega’s waist tightly. Oh flinched in surprise, but did not pull away and looked into the face opposite, trying to understand whether Hyunjun was angry with him after such a suddenness.       Han took a step back, moving his hands from his thin waist to the surprised omega’s face. He greedily bites his scarlet lips, and a long groan escapes from Seungmin’s mouth, which makes Hyeongjun pause their kiss, trying to catch his breath.       The crowd reacted so noisily to the couple that emerged from the car that Hyeongjun and Oh kissing were clearly noticed only by the broad-shouldered alpha who was leaning on the hood of his convertible. Everything was as the omega wanted; attract attention, but the sweetness of Hyeongjun’s lips in front of him intoxicated him that he didn’t even notice how they were being watched.       Quickly examining Han’s face, the omega forgot even why he kissed him, but nevertheless blinked away this sweet veil from his eyes, and with his peripheral vision he looked at the familiar face, for the sake of which he staged this performance. A grin blossomed on Seungmin’s lips by itself and he again turned his gaze to the alpha next to him, whose smell actually seemed pleasant and something even seemed familiar.       On the contrary, Hyeongjun squeezed the omega in his arms and couldn’t take his eyes off Seungmin. Choking not only on the intoxicating smell of omega, from which he was thrown far into the past, but also by the very image of omega as a whole. Hyeongjun tried to peer into the facial features, as if they would remind him of something, as if there were missing pieces of a puzzle in his head. There was still a strawberry taste on the lips, which made the alpha barely restrain himself from clinging to the omega again. Lips are compressed from the feeling of a familiar taste on them, echoes of the past are before his eyes, and his hands are trembling, but they press Seungmin closer when Hyeongjun notices that his attention is occupied by someone else.       For a moment, from the strong grip, Oh loses the thread of thought and does not know what to do next. Continue to stand like this with this pleasant stranger? Or break away and go home? He seemed to have already shown that he wanted and clearly expected some kind of reaction from the alpha, who came out of the red convertible, but he seemed calm and didn’t even raise an eyebrow at this whole show. Therefore, Seungmin frowns a little and purses his lips, trying to collect his thoughts together, but he is also confused by the smell of Han next to him, which seems to have become brighter for him, which is why he looks at the alpha next to him again, clinging to the mole above his eye with his eyes. A sigh of incomprehensible mixed emotions and thoughts tangled in your head comes out of your chest.       Hyeongjun is intoxicated by the smell of omega, puts his hands on his satin skirt, and buries his nose into his neck, trying to be completely intoxicated by the sweetness of Seungmin, and either out of spite to the other alpha or omega, it’s all the way he likes it! Han’s hands carefully place the confused Oh on his bike, almost lost in the intoxication of strawberry notes. A hand slides along Seungmin’s thigh, trying to slip past the edges of the fabric, and the alpha’s face is buried in the seductive omega’s collarbones. The pads of his fingers gently outline the pale skin, Hyunjun is no longer able to hold on as Seungmin’s back hangs over the bike, and his hands are captivated by the alpha’s hair. And the omega just thinks: “And maybe you can fuck off, Kim Jungsu?”       And everything could have ended in something dizzying for both, but damn Kim Jungsu taps his fingers on Han’s shoulder, trying to attract attention to himself, and Seungmin even sighs in disappointment, closing his eyes to calm his heartbeat and the rushing feelings.       — I have business with you, Junhan. — Jungsu calmly calls, briefly running his eyes over the omega, who is under Han and seems to purse his lips slightly, and then breaks into a grin as if showing that this does not bother him at all.       Han does not immediately respond, he just turns around and there is still a veil of sweetness before his eyes, but at the sight of another alpha nearby he tenses a little, driving this veil from his eyes. He slightly moves away from Seungmin and looks carefully at the newcomer.       — What’s the matter? — the question sounds habitually rude, and for some reason O underneath him twitches a little, suddenly grabbing the edge of his jacket with his hand.       — I have a job for you. I’ll pay well. — Kim looks at Hyeongjun calmly, but there’s a bit of challenge in his eyes. — Do you understand that we need to talk in private?       — I’m busy today, let’s discuss this tomorrow? — Han has no plans to leave the omega alone, otherwise she will disappear as unexpectedly as she appeared.       — Find me tomorrow, okay? — Jungsu looks at Han in surprise and chuckles, rolling his eyes at the current situation. Han usually doesn’t put off talking about work until later, and in the meantime, Jungsu calls his omega over to him, — Jeongin, honey? Went?       And Han doesn’t seem to care what kind of work there is, he is now only concerned about the omega, who looks into his eyes with incomprehension, leaning on his bike. Seungmin doesn’t understand at all who Han is, since he so easily puts off the work that Jungsu offers him, and also for good money. Oh suddenly descends with one hand onto the alpha’s chest, keeping the distance between them and at the wrong time, starting to feel embarrassed, his eyes run over Hyeongjun’s face. Fleetingly, his gaze falls on those leaving and he frowns slightly, pursing his lips in dissatisfaction, because it seems that revenge on Kim did not work out at all.       — Um… thanks for saving me from those guys and playing along a little. — the omega swallows, squinting his eyes for a few seconds and fixing his gaze on Han’s chain, he doesn’t know what else to say, so his voice sounds quiet and somehow completely uncertain. — I should return home without incident.       — Should I take you home then? Since I’m your savior today? — Han shrugs, takes off his jacket, the evening becomes cool, and Seungmin is half naked next to him. The alpha carefully, like a gentleman, puts his jacket on the omega’s shoulders, throws his leg over the bike and accelerates, clapping his palm next to him — Let’s go?       — Yes? — Oh himself is not even sure that he agrees, but he hurries to sit behind Hyunjoon, his hands grabbing his T-shirt, because hugging the guy is becoming too awkward for him, although it is safer than just holding on to the T-shirt. First of all, because of their kiss and hugging earlier, and secondly, because of the smell of the alpha, which was now beginning to intoxicate the silly Seungmin.       — Where are we going? — Hyeongjun senses this awkwardness between them, touches Oh’s hands and crosses them closer at his waist. He puts on his helmet, slams the visor, accelerates again, filling everything around with dust. Coldness hits Seungmin’s face, causing him to huddle behind Han’s shoulders, trying to decide whether to tell him his address or not?       Still, deciding to take a risk, he gives his address, only naming the street and turns that should not be missed. The wind still hits his face too hard at this moment and, unable to bear it, the omega hides his face again behind Hyeongjun’s back, closing his eyes and squeezing his hands tighter, he didn’t want to fall.       — Here to the right. — tries to speak loudly, but not to shout. Oh closes his eyes again and listens to the bike driving over the speed bump as it enters the yard.       The motorcycle slows down on a small back street, causing Seungmin to slam into Han’s shoulder blade. — Oops…       The alpha slows down, raises his visor and looks at the omega behind him, trying to give her a hand, like a gentleman, to which the omega fussily tries to get off faster. Hyunjun takes off his helmet and, like in any American film, in slow motion, turns his head, making his hair flutter beautifully. From these actions, the omega opened his mouth slightly, Han was very handsome, it was complemented by the aroma that now often hit Seungmin’s nose, and the taste of delicious lips still remained on his lips.       Oh hangs for a couple more minutes from such a beautiful picture and unconsciously licks his own lips from the memories of other people’s lips. However, blinking quickly to stop thinking about everything that happened, his gaze rests on the asphalt. Thoughts are spinning in my head about how to say goodbye to Hyeongjun normally and thank him again for everything.       — Thanks again for everything. Have a nice trip, take care and good night. — the voice trembles slightly, either from the wind that was now blowing the guy’s naked legs, or from the feeling of awkwardness in front of the standing alpha. But having quickly said everything, Seungmin turns around to quickly retreat home and wrap himself in warm clothes, or even better, climb into bed.       Han interrupted such thoughts, pulling him to him for a moment and kissing his forehead goodbye. Such a gentle and not typical action for a biker, which only made the omega more confused and now he definitely made every effort to run home in order to survive and understand what happened this evening.

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      Jungsu takes a drag, releases a dense cloud of smoke somewhere upward, and lowers his gaze back: — YoungK, how long has it been?       The man sitting opposite ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous shiver ran through his body, releasing dozens of trails of sweat onto his temples: — Ten, Mister Kim…       Jungsu looked at the man, it was the first time he had seen him in such a state, they had known each other for a long time and during all this time they had never let him down. But this year something clearly went wrong. For some reason, the amount X that YoungK took from him to promote his club was not given, and six months of promises irritated Jungsu greatly, the percentage was ticking, and he did not see the money. And Jungsu’s plans were not at all related to money; all he cared about was the land on which the man’s business was conducted.       — How long have we known each other? About seven years? YoungK, I have already made concessions to you, instead of the required period, I extended it for you by two months, almost a year… — Jungsu hissed angrily, releasing a puff of smoke towards the man, — Where is my money?       YoungK squeezed into the sofa, not knowing what to do with himself, and Jungsu continued: — You understand, this is not a lot of money? If you can’t develop your club affairs, sell me your land and business, my father promised to help you, but you know that he is no longer with us, — Jungsu took another puff and raised his head up, casually blowing a stream of viscous smoke at him — I won’t eat your tomorrow like my dad!       — This is family land and business, I can’t sell it all… — the man groaned, leaning on his bent arms.       — Debts must be repaid… — Jungsu frowns and points his hand towards his omega, — dear Jeongin, give me the documents!       The omega, with the features of a fox and a wide smile, handed the black folder to her alpha.       — Hm? Shall I give you a week YoungK? If I were you, I would sell it all to me, your business is standing still, your debts are growing, get some money and go travel! Enough even for all old age! — Jungsu puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on the long table and hands a black folder across from the beta who was sitting. YoungK looks towards the folder for a few seconds and waves his head negatively.       — Sorry, Mister Kim, I can’t.       — Then you have a week to pay off the debt, then you know how our people work… The alpha stands up and snaps his fingers, pointing his omega to the door.       Beta watches the omega leave and chokes on the lump in his throat from nerves. Jongsu goes around the table, sitting down opposite YoungK. — Do you think you have a choice? — the alpha grabs the beta by the collar of his jacket, pulling the man towards him, — My daddy won’t help you this time! You have six days, — Jungsu throws the beta aside and leaves