Clap - 41

“Pee.”

Ichan pushed Jaemin in front of the toilet. Jaemin stood awkwardly, looking at the toilet. His testicles pulled up tightly, ready to release urine at any moment.

But Ichan standing by the door bothered him. His shadow on Jaemin’s feet and his gaze on his back. Jaemin glanced at Ichan.

“Could you close the door?”

“…”

“Please…”

Ichan’s black eyes filled with irritation. Did this half-beta, half-omega mutt understand his situation and still make demands? Ichan rubbed his eyebrow hard.

“Pee, just. Don’t annoy me.”

“…”

Jaemin’s eyes filled with tears. It’s common for men to use the bathroom together, but he didn’t want to in front of Ichan. Despite seeing and doing everything during s3x for days, he didn’t want this.

But he couldn’t ask Ichan to leave again. He feared Ichan would drag him back to the bedroom by his hair.

In the end, Jaemin’s urine flowed strongly. Ichan turned away, frowning.

Jaemin wanted to cry again.

***

Jaemin’s body started heating up again. It was a familiar heat. His body felt like this when he was transforming into an omega. His skin felt like it was boiling, his insides melting, his bones disintegrating.

Jaemin couldn’t hold back his groans of pain, even after receiving a full dose of painkillers. Ihyun, looking concerned, gently brushed Jaemin’s hair aside.

After s3x, they had been somewhat neglectful in caring for Jaemin, but as he started to hurt, they began checking on him dozens of times a day.

“Just hang in there a little longer. Last time, it was because your beta genes were being destroyed, and this time…”

“Your body is creating new genes to accept the alpha.”

Ichan brought an infrared thermometer to Jaemin’s ear. With a beep, the temperature appeared: 38.9 degrees. Ichan’s eyebrows furrowed seriously. If his body temperature rose any higher, they’d have to move him to the bathtub.

Jaemin looked at Ihyun and Ichan with a blurry gaze.

He still didn’t understand what they were saying. He didn’t even want to try to understand. All he wanted was to escape this dreadful bed. The vast world had shrunk to the confines of this square bed. He felt wronged, as if trapped in solitary confinement without reason, and it scared him.

“…It hurts.”

Jaemin’s voice was shaky, punctuated with short breaths. “Let me go, or just kill me,” his eyes seemed to say, prompting Ihyun to smile, pulling his lips into a grin. It was a good-looking smile on a handsome face, but to Jaemin, who understood its meaning, it looked devilish.

“I’ll give you more painkillers. But it won’t hurt as long as it did last time.”

“….”

Jaemin’s drooping eyelashes soon closed. He felt frustrated, unable to communicate with them. He wondered if this was how his bosses felt when they wanted to fire him for being incompetent.

He wanted to sleep. Lately, he’d been sleeping excessively, not out of physical exhaustion, but as an escape. He’d sleep for up to 20 hours a day, though he couldn’t be sure since he didn’t keep track of time.

Just as Jaemin was about to drift off again, the bed shifted. Half-opening his eyes, Jaemin noticed Ichan lying beside him, his cold gaze fixed on him. Before he could process what was happening, the other side of the bed dipped as well. Ihyun, whose gaze was slightly softer than Ichan’s, had joined them.

The two of them closed in on Jaemin, sandwiching him between them like a piece of ham.

Jaemin, intimidated by their large frames, hunched his shoulders. What is this? Are they planning to push that large organ inside me again? Even though I’m in this much pain? There are still handprints all over my body.