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— Jeongin? — Seungmin called, his voice fading in the empty corridor.
There was no answer. Only the smell, growing stronger and more intoxicating, pulling Seungmin towards the room.
Panic mingled with a deep, forbidden curiosity made the omega run down the hall, his heart beating wildly. The door to Jeongin's room was closed, Seungmin pushed it open quickly, and his brain processed the scene in slow motion.
Jeongin was lying on his back on the bed, his left arm covering his eyes as if trying to hide from his own reality. His lips were compressed into a tense line, bitten so hard they were almost bleeding. His torso, completely exposed due to the lack of a shirt, was covered by a sheen of sweat that reflected the room's faint light. His shorts and underwear were pulled down to his knees, the furthest the rigid ankle brace would allow.
Seungmin dropped to his knees on the floor with a dull thud when he saw Jeongin's right arm swinging as his hand quickly pumped his own cock.