Chapter Text
The day had been a horribly long one. Jaehyun sighed as he shut the door behind him, mindful of how quiet everything was inside the dorm. Surely, everyone was in bed already, given how late it was. His feet hurt, and all he wanted to do was to take a long, hot shower and fall into bed.
The alpha shuffled over into the kitchen, eyes drooping closed as he stifled a yawn into his hand.
On the table sat a saran wrapped plate, with a note, his name scrawled across it in familiar writing. Unbidden, a smile lit up his features. His Taeyong-hyung, always so caring and thoughtful. Still, despite his rumbling stomach, he didn’t have much of an appetite, so he put the plate in the fridge, reminding himself to thank Taeyong in the morning.
After grabbing a water bottle, he made his way to his room, still wearing a stupid smile as he thought about how much his hyung looked out for him. The fact that he’d saved a plate of food from their ravenous members for him, it made him so warm inside.
Fuck. He was pathetic.
There’s a dim light coming from the living room, so someone must’ve left the television on. Groaning, he makes his way to the large room, guided by the low illumination.
What he’s not expecting to find, and what definitely wakes him up, is the sight that greets him as he stumbles in. His three hyungs are wrapped up in an embrace, Johnny sat in the middle of the couch, in a lazy sprawl with Yuta and Taeyong on either side of him. The smaller boys curled up into his tall frame, looking right at home, but if that wasn’t bad enough, well, Taeyong and Yuta were kissing, the slick sounds of their lips colliding making Jaehyun flush.
Clearly, he wasn’t supposed to be witnessing this, so he steps back, wanting to make a quick and silent exit. Fate seemingly had other plans that night, and the young alpha cringed when his foot hit the wall in a resounding thud. Johnny’s eyes immediately meet his, and he smiles, a rather predatory like thing that makes Jaehyun’s heart stutter. Before he can make his exit, Johnny whispers something to both boys in his lap, who pull away with a low whine coming from Yuta’s lips. Johnny looks down fondly at the Japanese, shushing him as he pets his hair.
“Jaehyunnie! Come cuddle with us!” Johnny ordered, using the hand not stroking through Yuta’s lavender streaked lion mane to wiggle his fingers in the younger’s direction.
“Ah hyung-“ Jaehyun tries, attempting to not fidget under their heady stares. For his part, he’s really trying not to focus on how pink and glossy Taeyong’s lips look, even in the partial darkness.
“Yes Jaehyun, come on, we’re just about to start the next movie!” Taeyong smiled invitingly, while Yuta curled closer into Johnny’s chest.
There was no way he was going to get in the middle of whatever was going on between his hyungs. He knew that they hadn’t had much time to spent together, the three of them alone. What with Taeyong being so busy, and Yuta and Johnny working on their own side projects, well, it was rare to see the three of them here, he wasn’t going to interrupt their private time.
“Jaehyun. Come here.” The oldest alpha sounded serious now, and Jaehyun thought about making a run for it, even if that was rather childish of him, but as though sensing what he was thinking, Yuta snorted. “If you do, I’ll catch you.” He gave him an exaggerated wink, but his grin was rather wolfish in nature.
Jaehyun choked, knowing full well that as ridiculous as the alpha’s threat sounded, his hyung would very much go through with it.
Resigning himself to his fate, and hoping his ears weren’t as red as they felt, he padded closer to where his three hyungs sat.
Taeyong giggled happily, pulling him close and sitting him right between Yuta and Johnny. Jaehyun yelped, trying to pull himself free from Johnny’s lap, but his hyung wasn’t having any of that. Feeling very much like a recalcitrant puppy, he bit his lip, eyes turning to the screen as he tried to calm his racing pulse. Yuta’s arms snared around his waist, almost possessively.
He wasn’t unused to this, though these hyungs were very affectionate, Yuta-hyung was absolutely shameless when it came to skinship. He never bothered toning it down for the cameras either, much to all of their managers’ exasperation. Though Jaehyun’s frame was both taller and broader than Yuta’s, he still felt rather small, curled up as he was on his lap and pressed right against Johnny’s lean frame. Yuta sighed as he nuzzled into his neck, causing goosebumps to raise across his skin. Jaehyun felt self conscious for a moment, surely he didn’t smell all that nice after the day he’d had. “Yuta-hyung, I stink.” He says, rather embarrassed, trying to pull away from the older. “No, you don’t.” Yuta replies laughingly, cold fingers dancing on his skin. “Missed you today.” The plaintive way in which the alpha said it made Jaehyun flush. “I missed you all too.” The younger whispered shyly, picking at his nails nervously, a habit he’d picked up during his trainee days. Yuta usually never touched him like this, preferring to show his affections to the younger members, namely Mark and Jungwoo, so it was making the alpha more than a little anxious.
He swallowed loudly, throat clicking as he kept at it, his nail-beds turning a bright pink as he abused them.
“Stop that, you’re hurting yourself.” Taeyong scolded lightly, the omega unclenching his hand gently and grasping their fingers together. Jaehyun went scarlet, wondering when he could escape this torture. It was complete and utter hell to be here, with them focusing all of their attentions on him, acting as though he was worthy of it, as though they felt the same things that he felt for them.
Clearing this throat, he tries once more, “Hyung. I’m really tired, can I go to bed?”
“Oh Jaehyunnie, we know, but it’s been so long since we’ve all hung out.” Taeyong whined, pouting at the younger cutely. Johnny was leaning down, nose pressed against Yuta’s hair.
“Taeyong, don’t be selfish, the puppy is tired, let him go to sleep.” Yuta reproached the older, tone teasing.
The omega’s eyes widened, before he looked down at his hands. “Oh. I’m sorry. We’ve just missed you so much.” Taeyong sounded sad now, and as tired as he felt, Jaehyun couldn’t deny that he’d rather stay here, cuddled as he was between the three of them, than be curled up in his bed, being soothed to sleep by Jungwoo’s gentle snores. Besides, he hated upsetting his favorite hyung.
“It’s okay, I can stay a little longer.” He mutters shyly, giving them all a small smile.
Taeyong nods happily, but he suddenly turns serious. “You’re going to make yourself sick, running around like this. When was the last time you ate? I know you didn’t touch the leftovers I saved for you.” His hyung reprimanded him now. Honestly, the way Taeyong could go from sweet and nurturing one second, to stern and serious gave them all whiplash. It made the omega seem as though he was two completely different people sometimes, and the young alpha was still trying to learn how to balance the differences between the two. All the same, Jaehyun supposed it was part of his charm, and also what made him such a good leader.
“Leave Jaehyunnie alone, he’s a grown boy. Besides, we have the day off tomorrow. You can ply him with as much food as you want then.” Johnny interrupted, stroking the pretty omega’s cheekbone soothingly. Taeyong’s scent went sweeter at that, and Jaehyun couldn’t help but feel his own alpha respond to the sight of the lovely omega before him. Still, he tried to calm himself, the last thing he needed was for either Johnny or Yuta to get upset at the blatant ogling he was giving their omega.
Yuta grabbed him then, letting Jaehyun rest his head on the other alpha’s shoulder, close to Johnny’s chest, and even though Jaehyun had promised to stay here with them to watch a movie, he was slowly being lulled to sleep by the comforting scents of his hyungs that surrounded him. There was nothing else he preferred than being at home with his pack, spoiled by his hyungs’ attentions.
Johnny’s heartbeat is strong under his ear, Yuta’s is stroking his sides gently and Taeyong’s sweet smell is so fragrant he felt as though he could taste it on his tongue.
Taeyong leans over, pulling the plush throw from the coffee table and settling it over the four of them, making sure to tuck it under Jaehyun’s neck as he nuzzles closer. Johnny fakes a groan of pain at the added weight, for which Taeyong throws him a glare.
Suddenly, Taeyong’s voice goes dangerously soft, making the three alphas present sit up in alert, instinctively knowing something is wrong. “Jaehyun.” Jaehyun swallows at the tone of voice his hyung is using. “Why do you smell like an omega?”