In the quiet comfort of his bedroom, Yeosang lay nestled under the warm covers. A sense of tranquility surrounded him as he clutched his human-sized plushie tightly, seeking solace within its oversized and embracing arms. The soft fabric pressed against his cheek, offering a small measure of comfort as he struggled with a newfound secret.

A purr escaped his lips, a contented sound resonating in the otherwise silent room. But beneath that outward calm, a storm brewed within Yeosang—he was in heat. As an omega, this natural cycle was both a blessing and a curse. The need for an alpha's touch, for their attention and affection, was overwhelming, yet Yeosang desired to keep this vulnerable side of him hidden. Especially from Seonghwa, the alpha within their group.

Drawing the plushie closer, Yeosang closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He couldn't bear the thought of Seonghwa finding out about his omega status. Their dynamic had always been seamless, friendship rooted firmly in a world of shared dreams and goals. But the prospect of that shifting, of Seonghwa becoming aware of Yeosang's true nature, sent a shiver down his spine.

The day stretched ahead of him, seemingly endless. Yeosang made a conscious decision to remain in bed, away from prying eyes. He sank further into the plush comfort, feeling the cool breeze brushing against his face through a partially opened window. The gentle rays of sunlight filtered in, casting a warm glow upon the room and creating a soothing ambiance.

Yeosang's mind wandered in the stillness, a multitude of thoughts and emotions vying for his attention. He couldn't help but wonder if Seonghwa would sense his change in scent, his body betraying him with every drop of slick that pooled between his thighs. The fear of rejection and judgment gnawed at his heart, amplifying his apprehension and causing his body to tremble.

As the hours ticked by, Yeosang became acutely aware of the wetness between his legs, a constant reminder of his omega status. He chewed on his bottom lip, worrying the plushie's fabric with his fingers. The ticking of the clock seemed to mock him, each second feeling like an eternity.

Just as he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, the door to his room creaked open. Yeosang's heart skipped a beat as Seonghwa peeked his head in.

"Hey, are you feeling okay? You've been in here all day." Seonghwa's voice held a hint of concern, and Yeosang felt a wave of gratitude wash over him.

"I'm alright, just taking some time to myself," he replied, although he knew Seonghwa could probably sense something was off.

Seonghwa stepped into the room, his gaze lingering on Yeosang's form for a moment too long. Yeosang's cheeks burned, and he shifted uncomfortably under the blankets.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Seonghwa asked again, his voice dropping into a deeper register. Yeosang's eyes widened as he realized with sudden clarity that Seonghwa could smell his heat.

Panic bloomed within him, and Yeosang scrambled for an excuse. Before he could speak, however, Seonghwa's hand was on his forehead, checking his temperature.

"You're not running a fever," Seonghwa said, his voice low and husky. Yeosang felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound.

Seonghwa's hand trailed down to Yeosang's neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles over his pulse point. Yeosang's breath hitched in his throat as Seonghwa leaned in, his lips ghosting over Yeosang's jawline.

"I can smell it, you know." Seonghwa's voice was a whisper, and Yeosang's whole body responded to the sound.

"I… I'm sorry," Yeosang stuttered. "I didn't want you to know."

Seonghwa's eyes softened, and he cupped Yeosang's face in his hands.

"Don't be sorry," he murmured. "I would never judge you for something that's out of your control."

With that, Seonghwa leaned in and pressed his lips to Yeosang's, his kiss gentle and reassuring. Yeosang melted into the embrace, feeling the heat and tension in his body dissipate at Seonghwa's touch.

They broke the kiss, but Seonghwa kept his forehead pressed to Yeosang's, his hands still cupping his face.

"We can talk about what this means for us, if you want," Seonghwa said softly. "But for now, let's just be here together."

Yeosang nodded, letting out a contented sigh. In Seonghwa's arms, he felt safe and loved, his worries and fears fading away.

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. For Yeosang, it was a moment of vulnerability and acceptance, a step towards embracing his true self and accepting the love that had been there all along.