Han laughed, absolutely thriving on Jet's jealousy. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Should I let him take me out for dinner then? Maybe let him pour me a drink?"
Jet's eyes narrowed, his pheromones flaring so intensely that Han actually shivered.
"Try it." Jet's voice was calm—too calm. He took a slow step forward, closing the gap between them. "Go ahead, let him call you dear again. See what happens."
Han smirked, but his teasing faded slightly when Jet grabbed his chin, tilting his head up just enough to make his point. Han wasn't used to this—Jet turning the tables so smoothly, so effortlessly.
Jet leaned in, lips just ghosting against Han's. "You're mine, Han," he murmured. "No one else gets to talk to you like that. No one else gets you."
Han's breath hitched. Han really thought he was in control, huh? Big mistake.
"…Understood?" Jet's voice was softer now, but it wasn't a question.
Han swallowed. Then, he grinned. "Yes, sir."
Jet pulled Han in by the chin, their lips crashing together in a deep, heated kiss. Han responded immediately, parting his lips just enough for Jet to deepen it.
Their tongues met in a slow, deliberate dance—exploring, teasing, neither willing to back down.
Jet took control, tilting his head to kiss Han even deeper, tasting him, claiming him. Han let out a soft hum, his hands sliding up Jet's arms before gripping his shoulders. He could feel the heat rolling off Jet, his pheromones thick in the air, demanding attention.
When they finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. Jet smirked, breathless but satisfied.
"Still jealous?" Han murmured, voice low and teasing.
Jet wiped his lips with the back of his hand, unfazed. Han's grip tightened around his waist.
"Always." Jet smiled, soft but knowing.
Han smirked back, but his mind was spinning.
Then—
"Anyway, when's your next rut?"
Han choked. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused." Jet's tone was smooth, effortless. "Just curious. It's not bad being pegged by you…"
Han's face burned. He raised a hand, covering it as if that would somehow protect him from whatever this was.
'This rut is really messing with him—soft one second, fierce the next…' Han swallowed hard. 'It's terrifying.'
—
"Mum?" Jet answered his phone. "Yeah, I'm home. It's my cycle right now, so try to stay away for a day or two. I'll call you when I'm better, okay?"
He hung up, the evening sky washing the room in soft purples and oranges.
Han, still at the stove, shot him a glance. "Hmm? Your rut's over. Why'd you lie?"
Jet pocketed his phone. "Can't have her knowing you're here. And I definitely can't let her see what you did to my neck—I swear, there's more hickeys than skin at this point."
Han smirked. "You love my art, though."
Jet rolled his eyes, but… yeah, no point arguing. He glanced down, catching a few bite marks peeking out from his boxers.
"To be honest, I don't really remember much after waking up from last night's events." He frowned, thinking. "I remember calling you Zhao Han, then it's just a blur. Next thing I knew, I woke up in your arms, and now it's already evening."
Han stilled for half a second before turning off the stove. "You don't remember?"
Jet shook his head, completely sincere. "No! I woke up, you were crying, then I fell asleep again. Now I'm here."
Han let out a short laugh—too short. "Hah. Yeah, no big deal. You don't need to remember."
Before Jet could question it, Han leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Eat up." His voice was casual, almost too casual. "You burned through your energy, and I'm not letting this start all over again."
Jet sat down and started eating Han's cooking. The sweet and savory flavors mixed perfectly with the rice, warming him from the inside. It was amazing—until he noticed Han barely touching his food.
"Not hungry?" Jet asked, raising a brow.
Han shook his head, lips twitching into a smirk. "I'm just full after I ate you up last night."
Jet froze mid-bite, the chopsticks slipping slightly from his fingers. His face turned a deep shade of red as he processed Han's words.
Without missing a beat, he flipped Han off. "Fuck off…"
Han only giggled, loving every second of his flustered reaction.
Jet shoved a mouthful of rice into his mouth, avoiding Han's gaze as his face burned.
Han leaned his chin on his palm, watching him with an amused smirk. "Aww, is my Jet embarrassed?"
Jet chewed aggressively, refusing to acknowledge him.
Han reached over, tilting Jet's chin up with his fingers. "Don't ignore me, babe. I quite liked last night's enthusiasm."
Jet grabbed Han's hand and shoved it away, swallowing his food before glaring at him. "You talk too much."
Han chuckled, leaning in close. "And you love it."
Jet groaned, standing up with his empty bowl. "I swear, one day I'm going to shut you up myself."
Han's smirk widened as he watched Jet walk away. "Oh? Looking forward to it, my love."
Jet didn't bother responding. If he opened his mouth now, he might actually say something Han would never let him live down.
Then Han spoke. "I won't be free for the next few months."
Jet immediately spun around, his face shifting from disbelief to something dangerously close to panic. "What?"
Han sighed, walking over and cupping Jet's face in his hands. "Calm down. I don't want you triggering your rut again." He brushed his thumb against Jet's cheek. "And don't look at me like that. You'd think I just told you I was dying."
Jet swallowed hard. "I just got you back, you know?" His voice was quieter this time.
Han softened. "Luckily, you're not an actor, or else I'd be wondering if you actually love me or not." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jet's lips.
When they pulled apart, Jet studied him with sharp, searching eyes. "So you're just… acting?"
Han stiffened, realizing too late how his words might have sounded. "No! No—Jet, my feelings are real! I meant actors say stuff like that all the time, but I—"
Jet arched a brow. "You think I'm stupid?"
Han sighed in relief. "No, and I'm not acting now. Just let me love you, and you'll know."
Jet held his gaze for a moment longer before exhaling, the corner of his lips twitching upward. "Fine."
Han grinned, about to lean in again, when Jet added smoothly, "You gonna get rid of Victor?"
Han didn't hesitate. "And make you finally mine? I'll do it even if it costs another lifetime."
Jet chuckled, his arms looping around Han's neck as he pulled him closer. "Good. Because if you don't, I might just have to do it myself."
Han raised a brow. "Oh? Jealousy looks good on you."
Jet rolled his eyes, but the way his fingers curled against Han's nape said otherwise. "Just don't make me regret it."
Han smirked, pressing another soft kiss to Jet's lips, lingering just long enough to feel the way Jet melted into him. "You won't. I promise."
Jet exhaled, his forehead resting against Han's. "Good. Now let's eat before I actually trigger my rut, and you have to deal with me all over again."
Han grinned. "Hmm, tempting."
—
"A boyfriend?!" Minah's voice echoed through Von's house.
It had been two weeks since Jet's rut, and he'd spent most of it quietly working at home while Han was out. He wouldn't call it boring—especially not when he kept replaying what happened two weeks ago in his head like some lovesick fool.
"Yeah…" Jet scratched the back of his neck.
His mother and sister immediately launched into interrogation mode, bombarding him with rapid-fire questions. He barely managed to answer three before his head started spinning.
"Alright! Hold on!" Jet raised a hand, cutting them off. "At least agree on what you wanna ask first. My head's killing me, and I'm not telling you who it is."
Minah and Von exchanged glances before nodding, silently coming to an agreement.
Minah crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him. "Fine. Three questions. But you better answer them properly, Jet."
Von smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "Alright, first one—how long have you been together?"
Jet hesitated for a split second before answering, "Technically? Two weeks. But if you count past lives, then… a long time."
Minah's jaw dropped. "Past lives? Jet, what the hell does that even mean?"
Jet waved her off. "That's another question, so pick wisely."
Von leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Is he rich?"
Jet sighed. "Yes."
Minah gasped dramatically. "You're dating a rich guy?! Is he hot?"
Jet stared blankly at her. "Obviously."
Minah groaned. "Damn, that was our third question. Fine, fine. But you're telling me everything later."
Von smiled slyly. "You seem pretty happy, though."
Jet gave a fond smile, definitely not denying it.
—
"A boyfriend?!" Victor shouted, his voice sharp with disbelief.
Han's mother sighed, unimpressed. "Yes. His name is Ron, and my team is already looking into him. If you fail to marry my son, I will ensure your entire family disappears. Understood?"
Victor stiffened before immediately bowing. "Y-Yes!"
She let out a cold, satisfied chuckle. "You're too obsessed with him to give up, and too terrified of me to act on it." Her smile turned menacing. "Good. My youngest pawn is finally proving useful."