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There was a fighting urge that Changbin got when sitting in the same vicinity as Hyunjin. He couldn't tell you what it was, but he knew he didn't like it. The itching tingle, like tendrils crawling up his back and into his fingertips, God he wanted it to stop. His place at the table was the furthest he could sit. Chan's apartment was only so big and this was only place he could sit that didn't raise suspicion. He was never outwardly obvious with his distaste with the younger, he hid it well, but sometimes.. sometime when the younger just..
He watched as Hyunjin slid to the floor from the couch, body elegant as he moved and back arched as he positioned himself right next to Felix. The smaller boy was speaking but Changbin heard nothing, couldn't laugh when everyone else did, couldn't smile as everyone else did, because the alpha was too focused on how Hyunjin's head tilted just so- how he blinked slowly to look at what was on Felix's phone. And Changbin's eye's followed the slope of his nose, crossed the sharp edge of his jawline, followed the dramatic arch of his shoulders to the swoop of his back with skin that looked as smooth as velvet. Plush skin that sat peeking, teasing Changbin as his black sweater noticeably raised to cause the alpha inner turmoil.
He bit his lip and clenched his jaw, face purposely blank as he almost had enough strength not let his eye's wonder. But they did. And they were not keen on modesty as he looked rather blatantly. The omega wore small shorts, brief-like but with a white band at the top, one's he recognized were borrowed from Jisung and noted the slight bagginess of the shorts as shorter omega was definitely plumper than Hyunjin. But it didn't take away, rather emphasized the slim waist and narrow hips that lead to his cherubic and taut cheeks. Hyunjin wasn't built like most omega's and Changbin knew he knew that. Changbin knew it made the younger self concious sometimes but no one gave this thought any heed. His freinds always told him how beautiful he was, how talented he was, how smart he-
He clinched his fist around his glass. The concoction Minho had whipped together was out for blood but it was the only thing in his vicinity that didn't taste like piss water. He raised it to his lips and tipped it back. It stung.
"Are more people coming?" It was Minho talking above the music. Changbin wanted to say that there were already enough people here. It smelled like sweat, different scents wafting in the air and unmated omega's hanging on each other as more alcohol spilled. It was a shocker so many people fit anyway and yet Changbin always had a perfect view of Hyunjin.
"I think so," Chan has stepped into the kitchen with Minho trailing behind. He open a cabinet, searching. "I know I have more stuff. I was still pretty stocked form New Years. I'm surprised we hadn't gotten through it sooner to be honest." He watched as Chan hummed. "We'll probably have to make a trip to the liquor store a couple blocks from here."
"What time is it?" Minho patted his pockets for his phone.
"9:34," Changbin called out. "I think it closes in like an hour." He slouched back and brought the cup back to his mouth. The volume of the music had increased and he raised an eyebrow, eye's grazing back over toward the couches. The grip on his cup tightened more as he surveyed the other's. He wanted to have fun, not really "party" fun, but he liked the ambiance, liked the thrum of the music in his bones and the messiness that came with it. It relaxed him, but he was never really relaxed when he saw the way that other males were eyeing Hyunjin. How they raised their chins in interest as his long black hair fell to frame his face when he stood, tan legs carrying him to help Felix to his feet as they trotted together toward bathrooms.
Hyunjin was so appealing, so beautiful, so graceful- He fucking got it, okay?
"Bin, Minho and I are gonna make a run," Chan said, getting the his attention, "You want anything? I think Felix likes those fruity drinks so I was gonna pick up a couple packs of those. "
Changbin thought for a moment, "Gin." It wouldn't completely fuck him up but it was right for the perfect tipsy. "Bombay Sapphire if they have it, if not then just grab whatever."
The older alpha nodded and the two left.
Changbin had found himself on the couch two hours later. Straight Gin in his cup as he leaned back, eye's closed and legs spread. He was trying to get comfortable in the mess of loud people. It was when he felt a tap on his shoulder that he'd finally opened his eye's. When he did he found himself looking into dazed eye's, although luminescent in nature. They were watery, eyebrow's somewhat furrowed and Changbin could place every fleck of color by memory as if he'd painted them himself. They were bunny-like, submissive but a question was held in them and all the alpha could focus on was the mole below his left eye. "What?" His voice came out scratchy.
He watched as the younger pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. The omega spoke sometimes, often more with the other omegas, but it was never loud. Meek almost as he brought his fingers together and leaned in to speak. A knee was placed on the cushion next to him. Chanbin didn't miss the way the omega's thigh muscle jiggled. "Uh,.. Binnie Hyung.."
"Yes, I said, what? What do you want?" He knew it was harsh, and if someone where to bring it up tomorrow then he'd do what everyone else does and blame it on the alcohol. But he couldn’t keep the tone Hyunjin used out of his head, playing it like white noise riniging in his head
"Um, well.. i-i- we need your help."
Changbin's eye's squinted and he sat up straight. "With what?" His expression hardened as he forced himself to sit stock-still.
Hyunjin leaned in more, finger's coming out to touch Changbin’s knee for balance as he perched to speak in the alpha's ear so he wouldn't have to raise his voice. It was almost at the same time he could smell wet roses, fresh, greenery thick of thorns that stab his skin, sinking into his pores. He wanted to lean in. The scent yanked him in, alluring, and he wouldn’t comment on the way his mouth watered. “So Felix and I were going through his drawers and somehow the dresser fell over and we can't pick it up." The older leaned back at this and gawked.
"What? How?"
"We would ask Chan hyung but Felix is afraid he'll be mad and it's too heavy for us to lift. I couldn't find Minho hyung either."
Changbin didn't even look back at the younger. He sighed and stood up. "Go,” he pointed with his cup, “show me." The alpha could practically feel the smile from the other as he spun around and quickly walked in the direction of said problem.
And it wasn’t what he expected either. The dresser was… massive..
Changbin nearly choked as he entered the room. But he slapped his chest and looked between the two omega’s, “Do I even want to know how this happened? How much stuff is even in here?” The dresser wasn’t too long, but I was on the wider side. It was sturdy and Changbin could begrudgingly remember helping Chan setting it up. And it was, in fact, a bitch. The only good part was the fact that the drawers had clip-locks so they wouldn’t fall open.
”Here,” He handed his half empty cup to whoever happened to step next to him and squatted down in the front and center of the dresser, peering at it, and weighing his options on the best way to lift. It was then that he thankful that he decided to wear his sweats because there was no way he’d make such a deep squat in jeans.
He dug his fingers below the front edge, bracing himself. Yesterday he trained his legs and they were aching but he’d hit the gym that morning and his biceps were screaming at him right now. In one steady left he tilted it up and grunted, twisting his hands over to push it the rest of the way until it sat upright. He felt his arms flex and focused on lifting with his legs rather than his back. He had to mention though, it kind of boosted his ego when the members needed help lifting things. He knew he looked good, knew he was pretty strong and wore shirts that fit more than snug around his arms and chest.
“Hyung! I keep forgetting how strong you are! Your arms are so big!” Felix jumped at him throwing an arm around his waist, “Oh my god I could cry, thank you so much, Channie Hyung would’ve killed me.” Changbin looked at his hands, and Felix didn’t have anything in his.
His gaze then shifted to Hyunjin whose face was trained on his phone but with Changbin’s cup pressed to his lips. The alpha watched him take another drink and the raven haired boy turned to them, “Look!” He squeaked, “Felix I got a photo of Binnie Hyung’s arms. Want me to send it to you?” There was a giggle behind the rim, the cup hiding away a small smile and Changbin could feel himself balling his fists again.
“Yeah, send it, I’ll put it in the ‘Hyung’ album”
”Why’d you take that? And how did the dresser fall?” The alpha stepped closer.
Hyunjin blinked at him, eye’s like a deer in the headlights and maybe it was Changbin’s tone, but all of the omega’s movements halted.
Changbin raised an eyebrow, patience slim to none, “Are you gonna answer me or just stare?”
“u-um.. Hyung’s body is the best.” His eye’s immediately cast down as he spoke. The alpha wanted there to be a blush on his cheeks but he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or not. He rarely ever looked Changbin in the eye anyway but something seemed different this time. The alpha was taken aback. He wanted to roll his fucking eye’s but it’d be too obvious.
The alpha tried not to focus on the way the others wet lips were pressed to the rim, slight drool caught in the lighting of room as he moved forward, “s-sorry.” He whispered and lightly handed the cup back to Changbin. He gave Felix a bright smile and grabbed his hand pulling him out of the room, words falling from his mouth as they passed the threshold.
Okay but how did the fucking dresser get knocked over? Was no one going to explain this? Who else was in here?
Changbin turned to leave the room and he blatantly ignored the fact that his tongue purposefully gathered the drool on the edge of the cup. Sucking the rim into his mouth where Hyunjin nibbled on it. He bit down, creasing the plastic as he headed back toward the kitchen for some more Gin.