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The private group study rooms on the fourth floor of the sprawling Chulalongkorn University central library were specifically, meticulously designed for intense, highly focused academic collaboration. They were sterile, functional boxes that featured pristine, floor-to-ceiling whiteboards, aggressively ergonomic chairs, and heavy, soundproof double-paned glass walls intended to entirely minimize outside distractions during the grueling mid-semester cramming sessions.
Currently, however, Study Room B was functioning significantly less as an academic sanctuary for higher learning and much more as a front-row, VIP viewing gallery for the most aggressive, entirely unashamed display of public affection the university campus had ever witnessed.
"I'm just saying," Ford whispered loudly, not even bothering to look up from the complex 3D rendering glowing on his laptop screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "If someone had seriously told me a year ago that Fourth Nattawat—the fiercely independent, terrifying boy who once literally threatened to stab a senior architecture student with a metal protractor just for standing too close to his drafting table—would turn into an actual, literal, domesticated koala bear, I would have had them immediately committed to a psychiatric ward for severe delusions."
Across the wide, faux-wood laminate table, Mark snorted a loud, highly disruptive laugh, blindly tossing a crumpled-up piece of loose-leaf paper directly at Ford's head. "Koalas are actually highly aggressive, territorial animals, Ford. Your metaphor is flawed. He's currently acting significantly more like a highly domesticated, severely attached oceanic barnacle. Look at him. I'm pretty sure they share a circulatory system at this point."
"A barnacle with an incredibly expensive, highly intimidating, billionaire bodyguard who could buy and sell our entire engineering faculty," Pond chimed in from the back corner of the room. He was leaning dangerously, precariously far back on the two hind legs of his chair, attempting to balance a massive, heavy fluid dynamics textbook directly on his chest while chewing on a red pen.
At the dead center of the long study table, the primary subject of their relentless, ongoing teasing completely and utterly ignored them.
Before his heat had fundamentally shifted his universe, Fourth’s standard studying posture had been a rigid, untouchable, highly caffeinated manifestation of pure academic stress. He used to sit perfectly, rigidly upright, entirely isolated in his own invisible bubble, glaring daggers at his complex architectural blueprints as if he could physically intimidate the mathematical equations into working. He had strictly, violently enforced a mandatory two-foot radius of personal space at all times, even from Gemini. If anyone breached the perimeter, they were met with a sharp elbow or a withering glare.
Post-heat Fourth, however, was an entirely different, completely unrecognizable entity.
He was currently seated completely sideways in his rolling office chair, his entire body angled directly and purposefully toward Gemini. He had one denim-clad leg thrown casually but incredibly firmly right over Gemini’s thigh, successfully trapping the larger Alpha in place against the table.
But a single point of contact wasn't nearly enough. Fourth's left arm was securely, tightly looped entirely through Gemini's right arm, his fingers deeply intertwined with the Alpha's and resting on Gemini's knee. Furthermore, Fourth’s chin was resting heavily and permanently on Gemini’s broad, tailored shoulder. His nose was pressed flush against the warm, pulsing curve of Gemini’s neck, directly and continuously inhaling the deeply comforting, grounding scent of rain and dark woods.
Fourth was miraculously attempting to operate his laptop mouse and navigate a CAD program using only his one free right hand, but his primary, overriding focus was clearly, undeniably fixed on maintaining maximum, uninterrupted, skin-to-skin physical contact with his mate.
Gemini, for his part, looked exactly like a man who had won the national lottery, discovered the true meaning of the universe, and ascended to a higher, enlightened plane of existence all in the exact same Tuesday afternoon.
He was technically trying to read a highly complex, dense macroeconomic case study on his glowing tablet, but he was making absolutely zero academic progress. His right arm was likely entirely numb from Fourth's weight and iron grip, but he hadn't moved a single muscle to dislodge him. Instead, Gemini's free left hand was constantly, gently, and rhythmically carding through the soft strands of Fourth's dark hair, occasionally dropping down to trace soothing, lazy, repetitive circles on the Omega's lower back. He looked entirely, utterly, unapologetically smug.
"Fourth, darling," Phuwin sighed elegantly from the head of the long table, sharply tapping the tip of his expensive Apple stylus against his iPad screen to draw attention. "I am genuinely, deeply thrilled that your bond is completely settled, that your fever is gone, and that you are happily, securely mated to the Commerce Prince. Truly, I am. But you have been staring blankly at the exact same digital rendering of a spiral staircase for forty-five consecutive minutes. You are going to spectacularly fail Ajarn Somchai's design class if you don't actually draw a single line today."
"I am drawing," Fourth mumbled defensively, though the argument lacked any real heat. His raspy voice was muffled entirely by the crisp cotton fabric of Gemini's white uniform shirt. He didn't even bother to lift his head from his comfortable perch. He just blindly, stubbornly clicked his computer mouse exactly one time to prove a point. "I'm conceptualizing the negative space of the structure. It's a highly advanced architectural technique. You wouldn't understand."
"You are actively conceptualizing Gemini's expensive cologne, and we all know it," Dunk giggled brightly from the opposite side of the table beside Joong. Dunk was resting his chin delightfully on his hands as he watched the newly bonded pair with wide, entirely starry-eyed, romantic delight. "It's honestly so cute! He literally cannot let go of him. P'Joong, why aren't you this cuddly and affectionate while we study?"
Joong slowly lowered his own textbook, looking down at Dunk, and then deliberately looked down at his own massive, heavily muscular, broad-shouldered frame. "Dunk, if I sat my entire body weight on you like that, or threw my leg over you, I would literally, instantly crush your fragile ribcage into powder. You would end up in the campus hospital."
"It's the fresh bond doing the heavy lifting here," Phuwin explained smoothly to the table, gracefully adjusting his wire-rimmed designer glasses. As a highly perceptive Omega himself, he understood the intense physiological and psychological shift far better than the Betas and Alphas currently sitting at the table. "The mating mark on his neck is still actively healing. Fourth's entire central nervous system has just been permanently, fundamentally rewired over the last two weeks to recognize Gemini as his absolute primary source of safety, comfort, and stability. The sudden absence of that specific physical anchor, even for a few inches, triggers a massive, involuntary spike in separation anxiety. The clinginess you are witnessing isn't him being needy; it's a completely natural, deeply instinctual response to regulate his own heart rate and lower his cortisol levels."
"I'm not clingy," Fourth protested immediately, a hot, embarrassed, bright pink flush rapidly creeping up his neck and flooding his cheeks. He finally, reluctantly lifted his head from the safety of Gemini's shoulder just enough to glare half-heartedly at his circle of highly amused friends. "I'm just... comfortable. This specific library chair has absolutely terrible lumbar support. It's hurting my back. Gemini is just ergonomically superior to the university-issued furniture."
The entire soundproofed study room instantly erupted into loud groans, face-palms, and loud, echoing, incredulous laughter.
"Ergonomically superior?" Mark wheezed, practically choking on his own spit, aggressively wiping a fake, dramatic tear from his eye. "That is the absolute worst, most pathetic, transparent excuse for desperate, needy PDA I have ever heard in my entire life, and I live in an engineering dorm with guys who name their tools."
Gemini chuckled loudly, a deep, rich, chest-heavy vibration that Fourth felt pleasantly all the way down to his toes. The Alpha turned his head slightly, completely ignoring the teasing audience, and pressed a lingering, incredibly soft, entirely unabashed kiss directly to Fourth's flushed cheek right in front of the whole group. "It's perfectly alright, teerak. You can use me as ergonomic furniture whenever you need. I am at your complete disposal."
Fourth’s weak, defensive glare instantly melted into a puddle of absolute, devastating mush. The fierce architect vanished. His dark eyes softened beautifully, a tiny, adoring, entirely smitten smile breaking across his flushed face. He leaned his entire body weight heavily back against Gemini's solid chest with a long, contented, incredibly happy sigh, his fingers actively tightening their iron, possessive grip around Gemini's hand.
It was true. He couldn't help it, and he was finally too exhausted to fight it. The mere idea of sitting across the wide laminate table, or even just a few measly inches away in his own chair, felt deeply, horribly, uncomfortably wrong.
After two terrifying, agonizing weeks of a burning, delirium-inducing fever where Gemini had been his absolute only cool, grounding anchor in the chaotic storm, Fourth's brain had firmly, irreversibly categorized the Alpha's physical touch as a basic, vital, non-negotiable necessity, ranking it right alongside oxygen, water, and sleep. If they weren't physically touching in some capacity, a restless, highly anxious, uncomfortable buzzing would immediately start at the base of Fourth's skull, warning him that he was untethered.
Suddenly, the sharp, harsh, mechanical buzzing of a cell phone vibrating aggressively against the hard tabletop violently shattered the peaceful, quiet moment in the room.
Gemini glanced down at the glowing screen of his phone, his dark brow instantly furrowing slightly into a familiar, serious crease. "It's the head of manufacturing for the clothing line. There's an urgent issue with the zipper sourcing and the metal dye lots for the second drop."
"Can't you just text them to fix it?" Fourth asked immediately, his raspy voice dropping a fraction of an octave. An unmistakable edge of immediate, rising panic bled rapidly into his tone. He subconsciously, involuntarily tightened his leg around Gemini's thigh, an instinctual, physical maneuver designed to keep the Alpha securely anchored in the library chair.
"It's a highly complex, multi-tiered supply chain issue, baby. I need to actually speak with him verbally to authorize the vendor change, or the entire factory production line halts completely by tomorrow morning," Gemini explained softly, his voice incredibly, endlessly patient, completely lacking his usual ruthless CEO edge. He set his tablet down on the table and carefully, incredibly gently tried to untangle his long fingers from Fourth's absolute death grip.
Fourth let out a soft, sharp, genuinely pathetic little whine in the very back of his throat.
He completely dropped his computer mouse. He grabbed the lapel of Gemini's crisp uniform shirt with his newly freed hand, twisting the expensive fabric into a knot, his knuckles instantly turning stark white from the force of his grip. His newly fused scent—the normally beautiful, balanced blend of bright citrus, vanilla, and rain—suddenly spiked sharply, tainted with a bitter, sour note of genuine, undeniable distress.
The entire chaotic study room went completely, shockingly dead silent.
Even Pond stopped leaning back in his chair, the heavy front legs hitting the floor with a loud thud as all five friends stopped typing, stopped joking, and stared in absolute, stunned, wide-eyed shock at the visceral display unfolding in front of them.
"Don't go," Fourth whispered, his voice trembling slightly, entirely uncaring that he had an audience of five people. His dark eyes were wide, completely dilated, and intensely, desperately focused on Gemini's face.
The fierce, untouchable, terrifying architecture student was entirely gone, completely stripped away. He was replaced entirely by a desperate, vulnerable mate facing the terrifying, looming prospect of an unwanted physical separation. "Just take the call in here. I'll be perfectly quiet. I won't make a sound. Just don't get up out of the chair."
Gemini’s heart visibly, painfully broke at the sight of the panic in Fourth's eyes. The massive, intimidating Alpha actually froze, entirely torn between his multi-million-baht business crisis demanding his attention and the trembling, pleading Omega currently attached securely to his chest. He looked around the quiet, strictly enforced study room, noting the "Silence Required" signs, and then looked back down at his phone, which was still buzzing relentlessly, demanding to be answered.
"Fourth, my love, I can't take a loud, aggressive business call inside the quiet zone. We'll get formally kicked out of the library, and you need to finish your rendering," Gemini murmured, his voice thick with heavy devotion and deep regret. He brought his free hand up to gently cup Fourth's anxious, flushed face, his thumb stroking a frantic, soothing rhythm over Fourth's prominent cheekbone. "I am just going to step directly outside that glass door. You will be able to see me the entire, exact time. I am not leaving you. I am just changing sides of the glass."
Fourth bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, his eyes darting frantically to the heavy, soundproof glass door exactly ten feet away, and then snapping back to Gemini's face.
The logical, rational, highly educated part of his brain knew exactly what Gemini was saying was right. It was just a glass door. It was just a five-minute corporate phone call. He wasn't in danger. Gemini wasn't abandoning him.
But the fresh, raw, screaming instincts pounding in his chest completely bypassed logic. They didn't care about supply chains or library rules. They just knew that his Alpha—his ultimate protector, his sole anchor, his absolute safety—was actively trying to walk away from his side.
"Two minutes," Fourth bargained, his voice incredibly small, thick with unshed emotion, his tight grip on Gemini's shirt lapel refusing to yield even a single millimeter.
"Two minutes. Exactly one hundred and twenty seconds," Gemini promised solemnly, leaning in to press a deep, searing, highly reassuring, and entirely grounding kiss firmly against Fourth's parted lips. He didn't pull back until Fourth finally, reluctantly, with a miserable, heartbreaking sigh, loosened his iron grip on the shirt.
Before Gemini completely stood up from the chair, he moved with practiced efficiency. He swiftly unbuttoned his crisp, tailored, dark navy school blazer and slipped it off his broad shoulders. Without a word, he draped the heavy, warm fabric directly over Fourth's shoulders, purposefully pulling the wide lapels snugly and securely around Fourth's chest to mimic a hug.
The blazer was deeply, heavily saturated with the pure, concentrated, intoxicating scent of dark woods, ozone, and rain.
Fourth instantly, instinctively grabbed the lapels with both hands, pulling the oversized blazer all the way up to bury his nose directly into the collar. He inhaled the comforting, powerful scent like a drowning man finding a lifeline. He sank significantly lower in his rolling chair, suddenly looking incredibly small, entirely swallowed by the jacket, and absolutely devastated by the physical loss of contact.
Gemini offered him one last, lingering, deeply adoring look, his hand brushing Fourth's hair, before he finally turned, answered his ringing phone, and stepped out through the heavy glass door into the busy hallway.
Absolute, heavy silence descended on Study Room B the second the door clicked shut.
Five pairs of wide, stunned eyes were fixed entirely on Fourth. The Omega was currently ignoring all of them, glaring absolute, murderous daggers directly through the glass wall at Gemini's broad back. Fourth was huddled miserably inside the oversized blazer, completely cocooned in the fabric, looking exactly like an abandoned, highly aggressive kitten left out in a rainstorm.
"I literally cannot process what my brain just witnessed," Mark whispered into the heavy silence, looking genuinely, profoundly horrified by the personality shift. "He actually whined. Like, a high-pitched sound. Our Fourth. The exact same Fourth who once looked a senior straight in the eye and told him to 'choke on his own inflated ego.' He just whined because his billionaire boyfriend had to walk ten measly feet away to answer a phone."
"It's like watching a historic national monument suddenly crumble to the ground," Pond agreed, shaking his head in sheer, unadulterated disbelief, forgetting his textbook. "I genuinely feel like I shouldn't have seen that happen. It feels way too intimate. I feel like I'm invading their privacy just by being in the same room."
"Oh, shut up, both of you," Fourth snapped instinctively. However, his voice entirely lacked its usual sharp, biting, venomous edge. He didn't even bother to look away from the glass door. His dark eyes were tracking Gemini's every single, minute movement in the hallway as the Alpha paced, gestured, and talked animatedly on his phone. Fourth pulled the heavy navy blazer even tighter around himself, seeking the lingering warmth. "I hate you all."
"You don't hate us, Fourth, you're just experiencing severe, highly concentrated withdrawal symptoms," Ford said incredibly sympathetically. He reached across the wide table to gently, carefully pat Fourth's blazer-clad arm. "Is it really that bad, Fourth? The physical need to be near him all the time?"
Fourth finally, slowly tore his eyes away from the glass barrier. He looked down at his glowing laptop screen, the bright, neon architectural lines blurring together as a sudden, massive wave of embarrassed vulnerability and raw honesty washed over him. He slumped forward in his chair, resting his heavy forehead against the cold edge of the laminate table with a miserable, hollow thud.
"It's awful," Fourth confessed, his voice muffled, completely and utterly stripping away his tough, unbothered facade for his friends. "It physically hurts, Ford. When he pulls away from me, even just to stand up, it feels like there's this horrible, freezing cold, entirely empty space right in the dead center of my chest, and it echoes. My brain immediately starts screaming at me that something is terribly wrong, that he's in danger, or that I'm unprotected. The absolute only thing that makes the screaming stop is touching his skin. I feel like I'm actively losing my mind. I used to be so strong. I used to be so independent."
The entire table softened instantly. The playful, relentless teasing completely vanished, instantly replaced by genuine, warm, profound understanding from the chosen family that surrounded him.
"You aren't losing your mind, Fourth," Phuwin said gently, his elegant voice dropping its usual haughty tone, carrying a quiet, deeply comforting authority. He reached out and tapped Fourth's shaking shoulder. "You aren't losing your fierce independence, either. You just spent years terrified of this exact kind of bond, fighting your own nature with everything you had to survive. Now that you've finally, fully let your massive iron walls down, your system is overcompensating to make sure the new emotional tether is secure. It will settle down into a normal rhythm in a few weeks. But until then, there is absolutely zero shame in needing the boy who loves you. That's the entire, beautiful point of having a mate."
"Exactly," Dunk chimed in, smiling brightly and warmly. "Besides, Fourth, it's clearly not like the intense feeling is one-sided! Look at him." Dunk pointed a slender finger back toward the hallway.
Fourth lifted his heavy head, his dark eyes instantly, desperately locking back onto the glass door.
Gemini was still actively on the phone. His handsome face was a tight mask of serious, ruthless corporate authority as he presumably tore an incompetent zipper supplier a new one over contract breaches. But his body wasn't facing down the long hallway toward the other students.
Gemini was standing directly in front of their glass wall. His dark, intense eyes were locked entirely, intensely, and exclusively on Fourth. Even while conducting a high-stakes, stressful business negotiation that required his intellect, Gemini hadn't looked away from his mate inside the room for a single, solitary second. He was standing guard.
When Gemini saw Fourth finally looking back at him, the terrifying, untouchable CEO mask instantly cracked right down the middle. Gemini offered Fourth a soft, incredibly private, devastatingly fond smile right through the thick glass barrier. Slowly, deliberately, Gemini raised his free hand to press his palm flat against the clear pane.
Fourth’s heart soared into his throat. The cold, echoing, empty space in his chest instantly flooded with a wave of pure, golden, liquid warmth.
Without a single second thought, completely and utterly ignoring his five staring friends and his own lingering embarrassment, Fourth raised his own hand. He pressed his palm flat against the inside of the glass, perfectly, exactly aligning his smaller hand with Gemini's larger one through the invisible barrier.
"Okay, I'm legitimately going to throw up my lunch," Mark groaned loudly, dramatically covering his eyes entirely with his thick engineering textbook. "It's way too much. The romantic diabetes is setting in rapidly. I can't study in these highly toxic, lovesick conditions."
"Let them be, Mark. It's romantic," Joong laughed, his deep voice booming in the small room as he kicked Mark's shin hard under the table to shut him up.
Exactly a minute later, Gemini finally ended his tense call, sliding his phone carelessly into his trouser pocket. He pushed the heavy, soundproof glass door open and stepped back into the quiet, air-conditioned study room.
He didn't even make it halfway back to his own chair.
The absolute, exact second the heavy door clicked shut behind him, Fourth practically launched his entire body out of his rolling seat. He collided solidly and heavily against Gemini's chest, wrapping his arms fiercely, desperately around the Alpha's waist. He buried his face deeply into the warm crook of Gemini's neck, breathing in the fresh, potent, unfiltered scent of his mate like a drowning man violently breaking the surface of the water for air.
Gemini caught the Omega effortlessly, staggering back half a step under the sheer kinetic impact, but wrapping his strong, muscular arms instantly, crushingly tight around Fourth's shoulders. A low, vibrating, incredibly satisfied, rumbling purr started deep in Gemini's chest, echoing perfectly with the relieved, happy, shuddering sigh escaping Fourth's lips.
"I'm back," Gemini murmured, pressing a relentless barrage of soft, lingering kisses directly into Fourth's messy dark hair, entirely, beautifully uncaring of their captive, staring audience. "I'm right here. Crisis averted. The zippers are secured."
"You were gone for exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds," Fourth mumbled angrily against Gemini's warm skin, his hands gripping the back of Gemini's uniform shirt so tightly it looked as if he planned to physically, permanently sew his own hands to the fabric. "I hated every single second of it."
"I hated it too," Gemini admitted instantly, without a single ounce of hesitation or Alpha pride, resting his heavy chin affectionately on Fourth's head. He looked over Fourth's shoulder at the rest of the stunned, silent table. "I think we're completely done studying for the day. Fourth needs to properly recharge his batteries, and quite frankly, so do I."
"Please, go. Take him," Pond waved both of his hands expansively toward the exit door, looking genuinely, profoundly relieved. "Take him away. Be free. Go be hopelessly, sickeningly, disgustingly in love somewhere else so the rest of us can actually focus and learn something today before midterms destroy us."
Fourth didn't even bother to turn his head to glare at Pond. He was too incredibly, profoundly happy and anchored. He kept one arm securely, tightly wrapped around Gemini's waist as the Alpha expertly, easily gathered their expensive laptops, tablets, and heavy backpacks into his arms with his free hand.
As they walked out of the quiet library and back out into the sweltering, chaotic, demanding reality of the Bangkok university campus, Fourth didn't care who saw him leaning heavily, dependently against his Alpha. He didn't care that he had officially, permanently lost his unapproachable, terrifying, independent reputation.
The fierce, untouchable, iron-clad facade he had painstakingly built for eighteen years to protect himself was gone forever, beautifully replaced by something infinitely stronger, deeply vulnerable, and incredibly authentic.
He was Fourth Nattawat. He was an architect, he was a friend, and he was an Omega. And for the very first time in his entire life, as Gemini squeezed his waist, Fourth knew he didn't ever have to face the world alone again.