Darkness. Silence. Groaning as he tried to open his eyes, Youngjae realized he still couldn't see anything. A blindfold? Youngjae cautiously sniffed the air. A unique scent of sweat, blood, and ... lust? His blood ran cold, his black ears twitched nervously. Youngjae stiffened. He was in the auction house, the place all hybrids detested. 

In which Jaebum always orders pizza, but it somehow doesn't make it to his doorstep? Jaebum is confused.