The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 71

Ohm

I was lying in that stupid bed after the party, staring at the ceiling like it owed me , and my brain wouldn’t shut up about Ye Jun. Not the version at the party tonight, all grown and smelling like some other alpha had already staked a claim on him nah, that part made me want to punch a wall but the old Ye Jun from back in my childhood in Korea. The one who used to drag me and Titi around like we were his personal chaos squad. God, I was such a pathetic mess back then, and somehow he still picked me.

I mean, seriously, picture this: I’m this chubby Thai kid who barely speaks Korean without stuttering, getting cornered in the hallway after gym class because some seniors decided "fat foreign trash" was their new favorite insult. They had me backed against the lockers, one of them poking my stomach like it was a damn piñata, laughing about how I probably ate too much pad thai and couldn’t even run away. I just stood there, face burning, wishing I could disappear, because fighting back? Yeah right. I was the kid who cried in the bathroom after every dodgeball game. Then out of nowhere this other kid, Ye Jun comes barreling in like he’s got a death wish.

"Get your hands off him, assholes!" he yells, and swings right at the biggest one. Lands a solid punch too. The guy staggers, his buddies turn on Ye Jun like a pack of wolves, and I’m thinking, great, now we’re both dead. But something in me snapped. I wasn’t gonna let the guy who just saved my ass get jumped. So I grabbed the nearest backpack. somebody’s swung it like a bat, clocked one in the head, and started yelling every Thai curse I knew while Ye Jun kept swinging. We were both breathing hard, shirts ripped, but those seniors backed off eventually, muttering about crazy kids. I remember turning to him, nose bleeding a little, and mumbling, "Thanks. You didn’t have to do that."

Ye Jun just grinned, wiped blood off his lip, and said, "Yeah I did. Nobody messes with the new kid on my watch. You okay, Thai boy?"

I laughed even though it hurt. "Name’s Ohm. And yeah. Sort of."

That was it. From that day we were glued. He introduced me to Titi the next morning, she was already his ride-or-die, loud as hell, always stealing snacks from the cafeteria. "This is Ohm," he told her, slinging an arm around my shoulders like we’d been brothers forever. "He hits like a truck when he’s not busy being a teddy bear." Titi cackled and immediately started calling me "Chubby Hero," oh did I mention she had six other nick names too? which stuck for way too long. We became the trio. Lunch together every day, skipping study hall to play games on my old phone, them dragging me to arcades where I’d lose every round because I was too busy staring at Ye Jun instead of the screen.

He was something else even then. Good-looking in that effortless way that made girls circle him like sharks and a few guys too the quiet ones who thought nobody noticed. Some of those DL (down low gay humans who claim to be straight) types got bold, cornering him after class, trying to "talk" but really just handsy, thinking they could pressure the pretty boy.

One time I walked in on two seniors pinning him against the vending machine, one of them whispering crap about the fact that since he’s friends with me he should know about the Alpha Beta Omega system, and how cute omegas like him needed real alphas. Ye Jun was laughing it off but his shoulders were tense. I didn’t even think I just shoved between them, all 180 pounds of awkward Thai kid, and snapped, "Touch him again and I’ll make sure your moms know exactly what kind of pervs you are."

They laughed at first, but Ye Jun backed me up, voice sharp: "Yeah, and I’ve got pictures from last week’s locker room. Try me." They scattered. After they left he turned to me, eyes soft, and said, "You always show up, huh? Thanks, man." I just shrugged, heart hammering so loud I was scared he’d hear it, and muttered, "Can’t let my best friend get molested by idiots." Inside I was dying because yeah, I was in love with him already, but I was also the fat kid who figured someone like Ye Jun pretty, popular, punching bullies for fun would never look at me that way. Especially not when we were both guys and I had no clue if he was even open to that. So I kept it locked down. Buried it under jokes and group hangs with Titi.

Years of that. Me pining like an idiot while he dated girls and turned down guys and I just... existed in his orbit. Titi would tease me sometimes when he wasn’t around.. "You stare at his ass any harder you’re gonna burn a hole through it" and I’d flip her off and say, "Shut up, I’m appreciating the view for science." But inside it killed me. I thought less of myself every single day. What was I gonna do, confess? "Hey Ye Jun, I’m this loser who can’t even look in the mirror without wanting to puke, but I’ve been crazy about you since you punched that guy for me"? Nah. I let it rot. Then my family moved, dad’s company yanked us back to Thailand, and I lost them. Lost him. Spent the next years working out the fat, hitting the gym like it owed me revenge, turning into whatever the hell I am now, an S alpha, strong drive, the kind of guy who walks into a room and people step back. Got my shit together. No more teddy bear. But the feelings? Those never left. They just got sharper.

So when dad said we had to come represent the company here, I jumped like jumped. But little did dad know how much I made him want us to come here. He thinks it was choice or coincidence. I didn’t even hesitate.

Packed my bags, told myself this was my shot. I’d do it right this time. Normal way. Dates. Talking. No rushing in like some caveman even if my alpha instincts were screaming at me every time I smelled him. And tonight at that party? God. He looked so good it hurt. Soft, poufy hair, that face still cute as ever but older, pouty lips sharper in the jaw.

My scent picked up everything though, his omega sweetness mixed with another alpha’s claim, faint but there, like someone had already touched what should’ve been mine. It made my hands itch. Made me want to drag him out and remind him who waited years. But no. I smiled, laughed at the right times, kept it cool around Si-woo or whoever that prick was. Inside I was raging, but I told myself: normal. Win him normal. Make him fall. Marry him. Take him back to Thailand. Fill him with my kids. Done. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I couldn’t sleep after the party. Just tossed and turned until I grabbed my phone at like two a.m., heart slamming so hard I thought it’d crack a rib. My fingers shook typing his number still had it from years ago, never deleted. I hit call before I could chicken out, pacing the room like an idiot. It rang twice and he picked up, voice sleepy but surprised. "Ohm? Dude, it’s late. Everything okay?"

I swallowed, tried to sound casual even though my voice came out rough. "Yeah. Hey. Sorry for calling this late. Just... seeing you tonight, it was good. Really good. Been thinking about the old days. You free tomorrow? Dinner? Just us. Catch up properly."

Silence for a second. I was dying. Then he laughed, soft and easy like nothing had changed. "Dinner? Yeah, why not. Titi’s probably gonna kill me for ditching her again but screw it. Text me the time."

I almost dropped the phone. "For real? Okay. Great. I’ll book something. Night, Ye Jun."

"Night, Thai boy," he said, and hung up with that old nickname that made my chest twist.

I booked the entire damn restaurant. Private room, whole place shut down for us because I wasn’t risking interruptions or random alphas sniffing around. Paid whatever it took. Next evening I showed up early, suit on, trying not to look like I’d spent an hour in the mirror fixing my hair. He walked in right on time and holy shit. Ye Jun looked hot. Like unfairly hot. Shirt hugging him just right, that poufy hair falling over his eyes, smile lighting up the whole room.

His scent hit me full force sweet omega warmth that wrapped around my S alpha senses and made my blood run hot and my pants tight in ways I had to ignore. It was terrible and perfect at the same time. I wanted to pin him to the table right there. Instead I stood, pulled out his chair like some gentleman from a drama, and grinned. "You showed. Thought you’d bail for Titi’s drama."

He sat, rolled his eyes but laughed. "Titi can wait. She’s probably blowing up my phone already asking if I’m ’finally making moves on my teddy bear .’ Her words, not mine."

I snorted, sitting across from him, trying not to stare too hard. "Teddy bear? Still with that? I’m not exactly cuddly anymore, man."

"Yeah, I noticed," he said, eyeing me up and down with a smirk that made my stomach flip. "You got tall. And... big. What the hell happened? You used to hide behind me during fights."

"Gym and spite," I shot back, grabbing the menu but not really reading it. "Figured if I was gonna come back and see you I wouldn’t be the fat kid who needed saving anymore. Your turn. still punching bullies or you let other people do the dirty work now?"

He leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes sparkling like old times. "Nah, I save the punching for special occasions. Like when Titi drags me to parties with ex-crushes who smell like they own the place. Speaking of, you and Si-woo seemed... tense. You two know each other?"