As the sun uncomfortably settled into her eyes, Tiffany grunted, reluctant to get up. Nevertheless, she knew that the sooner she woke up, the better.

The arm around her waist tightened as she rolled over, prompting her to furrow her brows. It took her a moment to register what had happened. "This is not home." The realization struck her first. Several cues made her aware of it – the different ceiling, an unfamiliar scent wafting through her senses, and the presence of someone else in the bed. The arm encircling her waist clearly did not belong to her. "," Tiffany cursed silently, feeling a growing ache in her head.

Carefully removing the unfamiliar arm, Tiffany aimed to leave before the person beside her could awaken. She fumbled for her clothes, zipping up her jeans. As she heard the girl mumble something, Tiffany closed her eyes, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

"Leaving already?" The girl queried, but Tiffany offered no response, her shirt in hand as she prepared to dress. The girl emerged from the bed, planting small kisses on Tiffany's neck in an attempt to entice her to stay.

Tiffany recoiled at the touch, finding it unpleasant, like a slimy sensation crawling on her skin. Hastily, she distanced herself from the woman, pulling on her shirt as quickly as possible. "Look, I'm sorry... But I really need to go, okay? I'm late." Tiffany glanced around for her phone, discovering it on the floor near the foot of the bed. How had it ended up there?

"Have you calmed down?" The woman asked, curiously.

Tiffany was puzzled by the question. "What?" she asked, crouching to retrieve her phone from the floor. The girl smirked, getting on her knees to meet Tiffany's gaze. Tiffany took in her proportions, noting her tall and slender figure, with long black hair that added to her sultry yet charming appearance. Yuri had indeed found Tiffany an attractive fling. She would have to thank her later.

"Angry little alpha calmed down?" The tone sounded oddly familiar, yet Tiffany couldn't quite place it. "You always come to me when you're angry, don't you?"

“Uhh...” Tiffany blinked obliviously, wondering where she knew this woman from. The girl chuckled and took hold of Tiffany's phone. After finishing a quick text, she turned the phone around, revealing her number and name: Lee Sunmi.

“In case you get angry again...” Sunmi her lips. “You have my number. And my name… in case you can't remember.”

Tiffany closed her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“That's okay. It's not like alphas are good with memories, are they? I'm down for some stress relieving,” she said, not making a fuss about Tiffany forgetting her name. “It's hot. Well, at least you are.”

Tiffany felt a hint of pride. “I am?”

“When you are angry,” Sunmi commented, making Tiffany confused. “There's some tension in there. It makes you look hot.”

“Uhh...thanks...” Tiffany didn't know how to respond to that.

Sunmi chuckled, moving her face closer to Tiffany's. “Whatever is making you angry, don't solve it.” Tiffany furrowed her brows. “I like it when you're angry.”

“You...are weird.” Tiffany commented, standing up, her phone back in the pocket of her jeans.

The woman looked rather proud upon hearing that. “Anyway, I gotta go.” Tiffany hurried to gather her belongings.

“Yeah, sure. See you around...” Tiffany was putting on her shoes. “Lit'le smart alpha.” And Tiffany rushed to leave that apartment, now fully aware of who the woman was.

Well, at least she now knows her real name. Lee Sunmi. Lee Sunmi was hot. And Lee Sunmi liked her when she was angry. Tiffany now knows who she can go back to when she gets angry.

~~*~~

Tiffany felt strange. While Sunmi had helped her get rid of her anger, she now had zero patience for anything happening that day. Although Tiffany should have been happy about Sunny's return to the dorm, all she managed to say was, “Oh, you're back,” when the alpha walked in and found her sitting with Yoona at the table.

“Since yesterday night,” Sunny commented. “Didn't you see my text?”

Tiffany hadn't bothered to check her phone the previous night, as her hands were occupied with other matters. “Actually not.”

“Had a night out?” Tiffany always disliked Sunny's rhetorical remarks.

The alpha cleared . “Can you tell?”

“Yeah, we can smell.”

Tiffany's headache grew bigger. Could they ever stop? She sniffed her own clothes, acknowledging that Sunmi's scent lingered, but her clothes didn't smell unpleasant. This made her wonder why her senses were so selective about such things.

“Tiffany...”

Tiffany wasn't in the mood right now. She was just not in the mood. “It's good to see you back, Sunny. Excuse me, I'll take my shower.” And hopefully, Sunmi's scent would fade away. The good thing about casual encounters is that it doesn't take much to rid oneself of a random scent.

~~*~~

Had everything gone alright, dinner would have been pleasant. They could have chatted about their days, cracked a few jokes, discussed the news, or engaged in a basic conversation. But no, everything was far from right. Everything was wrong, all thanks to Taeyeon. That frustrating omega couldn't manage a simple "Thank you." No, she had to act like a piece of .

Now, at dinner, an awkward silence hung heavily over the dorm. Sunny and Yoona remained quiet, sensing Taeyeon's foul mood, and Tiffany, despite being mistreated by the omega, refrained from uttering a word. Taeyeon's icy silence fueled Tiffany's frustration by the minute.

“So…” Tiffany broke the uncomfortable silence, her eyes fixed on Taeyeon. “Did you get what you wanted?” Her voice was firm, cold, and snarky. “Found someone to you at last?”

“Unnie!” Yoona called her friend. 

“Didn't you know, Yoona?” Tiffany didn't avert her gaze from Taeyeon's eyes. “Taeyeon actually wanted to have her ripped when she was in heat. Isn't that right, ty omega?” Taeyeon shifted uncomfortably in her chair, avoiding eye contact. The other girls remained silent, feeling a sense of shame at Tiffany's harsh words. “Apparently, she desired it so desperately that she's angry I didn't do it.” Tiffany chuckled bitterly. “What are the odds, right? Who would have thought someone could get upset because a person chose to be respectful instead of taking advantage of their vulnerable state? Only Taeyeon,” she spat, her teeth gritting. “Only ing Taeyeon.”

“Tiffany...” Sunny tried to intervene.

“You should have seen it, Sunny!” Tiffany continued, her dry tone evident. “You should have seen her. She would have humped your leg if you were here too! She would have your fingers and asked you stick ‘em up in her too! She would have begged you to take her as hard as you could-

“Tiffany!” Sunny cut her off, her voice firmly, commanding Tiffany to stop it. 

Tiffany saw Taeyeon’s eyes glistening with tears. Almost made Tiffany feel sympathy for her. Almost. 

Without uttering a single word, Taeyeon simply rose from the table and retreated to her room.

“What the hell was that for, Tiffany?” Sunny questioned, visibly annoyed by her behavior.

Tiffany gritted her teeth, offering no response.

“What happened between you two?”

“Nothing,” Tiffany responded, averting her gaze. “Absolutely nothing happened.” Apparently, that was what fueled Taeyeon's anger.

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