Tiffany's eyes widened as the information processed in her brain. Speechless, she found herself at a loss for what to do. Her heart raced wildly inside her chest, and her eyes seemed to lose focus on the present moment. The familiar and welcoming scent of Taeyeon enveloped her, but there was something more. The fragrance was heavy, thick, and carried a seductive lilt, almost calling Tiffany to come closer. What in the world?

Help me...” She heard Taeyeon pleading. How could she even help her?

Tiffany tried to shake off the bewildering sensations, stammering, “Ah…It's o-okay, Taeyeon...” She attempted to calm herself, but the room felt as if it had spiked ten degrees hotter. “This is momentary... It'll stop eventually… And you'll be-” Mine. “Alright.”

“Help me...” Tiffany's arms instinctively pulled Taeyeon into a hug, embracing her. The woman's temperature was elevated, and Tiffany felt an uncomfortable desire stir in the pit of her stomach.

“Taeyeon-unnie!” Yoona's sudden entrance interrupted the charged atmosphere. The abrupt appearance of Yoona left a bitter taste in Tiffany's mouth for some reason. What was she doing here? “Taeyeon-Unnie! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be with Tiffany!”

Tiffany's internal thoughts churned, feeling an unexpected surge of possessiveness. She should be with me, Tiffany thought. She has every right to be with Taeyeon. Tiffany is there to help her, protect her, to mark her. Wait... what? Mark? No! She's not there for that.

“I need help... Yoona…”

“You need to get out of here, unnie!” Yoona pulled Taeyeon away from Tiffany, inadvertently triggering Tiffany's reaction.

“Hey! Let her go!” Tiffany yelled, rising up from the bed. Yoona stood between the alpha and the other omega.

“No, unnie, I'm sorry. But Taeyeon-unnie can't stay with you. It's dangerous!” Tiffany gritted her teeth, a sudden feeling of anger filling her chest. “C'mon, unnie, you should stay in your room.” Yoona led Taeyeon away, and Tiffany puffed angrily.

“Yoona!” Tiffany called.

“You won't touch Taeyeon-unnie, Tiffany!” Yoona's voice made Tiffany step back. “This is all new to her, and we must be careful! You can't be with Taeyeon. I'm sorry, but I can't let it happen.”

“I'm not a !” Tiffany defended herself.

“I don't care; you need to stay away!” Yoona guided Taeyeon to her room, leaving Tiffany in shock.

“Calm down,” Tiffany spoke to herself. “It's alright. It's alright. Everything is going to be fine.” 

~~*~~

It's far from fine.

The fact that Tiffany had to stay away from Taeyeon made her moody and angry. The thick scent seemed to call out to her for some reason and her body yearned for the omega. For her touch, her voice, her company. Anything Taeyeon. 

But Taeyeon was secluded in the safety of her room, and at every passing hour, Tiffany felt her body growling in frustration. In one particular moment, she found herself standing in front of Taeyeon's room, leaning her head against the door, an unrelenting desire to enter. But a voice inside her head was telling not to. And for half an hour, Tiffany remained there, against the door, battling her alpha urges.

Two days had passed since Taeyeon was confined to her room, with no entry permitted except for Yoona, who assumed the responsibility of taking care of Taeyeon.  Tiffany made the mistake of sleeping on Taeyeon's couch one day, making her acutely aware of the scent lingering in that spot and unlike before when the aroma had induced sleep, it now acted as a potent stimulant, awakening Tiffany's primal feelings and keeping her fully alert.

She wasn't stupid. Tiffany recognized that if she wasn't careful, this could spell trouble for Taeyeon. The effects Taeyeon was having on her body were unprecedented. Tiffany found herself constantly aroused, with lust clouding her senses to the point of experiencing even wet dreams at night.

She didn't seem to be the only one having those effects, as on the third day of the heat, Sunny decided to leave the dorm and stay at a friend's house to avoid Taeyeon and her cycle. Sunny's departure prompted Tiffany to reconsider her own presence there in the dorm. Perhaps it would be better if she left as well. Despite her promise not to harm Taeyeon, the temptation to kick the door open and mark her was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Taeyeon insisted she didn't need to leave, but did the omega truly comprehend the struggle Tiffany was facing in suppressing those intense instincts?

“No, Tiffany, you can't,” she muttered, shaking her head in an attempt to dispel those ill intentions. 

Tiffany's progress at work consistently slowed down, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of going home to be with Taeyeon. Her attention span for work matters dwindled, and her boss even issued a warning. In an attempt to make amends, Tiffany decided to work late hours as a way to apologize for her recent behavior.

The demanding workday took its toll on Tiffany. She yawned, arranging numerous magazines on her desk while stealing glances at the clock in her office. It read 12 AM. Goodness, she really needed to go home.

Ensuring all her work documents were securely in place, Tiffany left the office, turning off all the lights, then slid into her car to begin her journey home.

As she reached for the key to her dorm's door inside her bag, Tiffany froze when her nostrils detected Taeyeon's melon makgeolli scent in the air. This was the first time Tiffany had ever sensed Taeyeon's aroma outside their dorm. An uncomfortable yet pleasurable sensation between her legs returned, and Tiffany groaned, annoyed.

Unlocking the door, she stepped inside, closing her eyes as the warm, comforting scent of home enveloped her body. As silently as possible, she placed her bag on the table and headed to her bathroom to wash her face and remove her makeup.

After a refreshing cold shower and donning her pajamas, Tiffany headed to the kitchen for her last glass of water of the day. Once finished, she placed the glass in the sink, letting out a tired sigh from the day's work. Her heart quickened when the sound of a door opening reached her ears, and she sensed the temperature in the living room rising. Closing her eyes, Tiffany suppressed the urge as approaching steps drew nearer. Her heart raced as she heard breathing behind her.

“Ti...ppa..ny...” The small yet husky voice calling her name sent shivers down Tiffany's spine. She shut down the yearning, telling herself to ignore it. “Ti..ppa.ny.” Tiffany gulped, turning her head to glance at the small omega behind her. Her eyes widened when she saw Taeyeon, her gray shirt completely soaked in sweat. Taeyeon's eyes were red, her breath humid and hot, making Tiffany's hands tremble slightly.

Gulping, Tiffany’s gaze followed Taeyeon's body shape, noticing she wasn't wearing any pants,  and the pool on her was unmistakable. The weren't enough to stop the wetness as Tiffany saw it leaking out of that cloth and sliding down her thigh. 

The scent radiated off her in intense waves and Tiffany summoned every ounce of willpower not to act on the overwhelming urge to jump at Taeyeon right then and there. 

Taeyeon moved even closer, and Tiffany had to shut her eyes due to the proximity of their bodies. “You gotta...help me.”  Tiffany felt Taeyeon's body collapsing, and before she could hit the floor, Tiffany caught her. However, her legs gave way, and she ended up falling with Taeyeon on top of her.  “Tiffa..ny...” The girl groaned, and Tiffany battled against the desires coursing through her. 

“It doesn't...stop…” Taeyeon growled. “Please, make it...stop...”

Tiffany shook her head.

“Please...” The omega begged, and Tiffany fought back a moan, clinging to the last shred of conscience she had. “Make it stop.” Taeyeon purred into her ear.

Tiffany closed her eyes, her own arousal escalating as she felt Taeyeon's heat wetting her own shirt.

“No, Taeyeon,” Tiffany attempted to halt the girl with her hands, pushing her away. “I can't-” She couldn't finish her sentence as Taeyeon Tiffany's fingers, leaving trails of saliva. Tiffany hissed as the warm and wet sensation of Taeyeon's tongue intensified her desire. Tiffany's breath hitched, and her entire body became instantly responsive. “Oh, ...”

Taeyeon paid no heed and continued her play. Tiffany felt a jolt when Taeyeon's hips bucked against her . Pleasure pulsed through her when her stomach became wet from Taeyeon's leaking, accompanied by an overwhelmingly strong and thick scent. The urge to every inch of Taeyeon's sweaty muscles surged within Tiffany. She would use her tongue, really slowly. As slow as it could get. And then her teeth would bite them and mark them and make Taeyeon moan her name. And everyone would know whom she belonged to. 

 “I don't know who I am when I'm in heat. I don't know what will happen. And I'm scared that.. That I… a