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Jeongin woke up in a foul mood.
“Don’t mind him, he’s in a foul mood,” Seungmin so helpfully points out when Changbin sits down with them for lunch.
Changbin laughs an annoying, barked laugh, and Jeongin doubles down on his stewing.
None of his food looks good, and he’s sweaty but cold at the same time, and whatever Changbin is unwrapping smells putrid.
“That smells like shit,” Jeongin scrunches his nose up, shooting a dirty look towards Changbin’s meal.
“What are you talking about? It’s bread. It doesn’t smell like anything.”
“He’s probably smelling you,” Seungmin snorts, picking at his own salad.
“I shouldn't smell like anything. I didn’t even go to the gym today!”
“You smell like that shitty cologne Chan wears but amped up to a hundred.”
“Hey! Chan’s cologne isn’t shitty, it brings out his natural scent— why am I arguing with you? This is a you problem, not a me problem.”
“I told you he’s in a foul mood.”
Jeongin doesn’t know what is wrong with him. He only knows that his head is throbbing, and everyone is pissing him off. Every time Seungmin mentions that he’s in a bad mood, his mood gets worse. He’s just not having a good day. At all. Whatsoever.
He stares forlornly at his lunch. He was excited about it! Minho made him his favorite. But now he feels a little nauseous.
He should just go, his shift is starting soon.
“I should just go,” he mutters, beginning to shuffle together his things.
Seungmin’s eyes shift to a spot over his shoulder, annoying little smile widening. “Oh, good, Hyunjin. Tell Jeongin to stop acting like a little bitch.”
Jeongin clenches his jaw, already prepared for the hand that meets his back right between his shoulder blades. Hyunjin is just like that. He’s touchy. It took Jeongin a while to get used to, but now he expects it. He’s come to appreciate it.
“Huh?” Hyunjin rubs a soothing circle on Jeongin’s back. Jeongin doesn’t have to look up to know Hyunjin’s nose is scrunched up. He can hear it in his tone.
The sound of Hyunjin’s voice always causes the tension to seep out of Jeongin’s shoulders. It’s incredible, really, how quick it works. Like his body knows Hyunjin will defend his honor— stand up for him against the forces of evil (Kim Seungmin). Best friend privileges.
“Woah— Hold up— Something smells seriously good.” Hyunjin steps over the bench and plops down right next to Jeongin, immediately sticking his nose into the juncture of his neck and taking a deep breath. If it were anyone else, Jeongin would swing.
It’s not anyone else, though. It’s just Hyunjin. And Jeongin is too busy being wrapped in the warmth of his cinnamon and espresso scent— the least offensive thing he’s smelled all day— to think about anything else at all. The only nice thing he’s smelled all day, actually.
Hyunjin smells nice for an alpha— Jeongin likes his smell. Always has. He enjoys coffee. He enjoys Hyunjin. He really kind of feels like he has fever brain, actually. He’s going crazy.
“It’s you!” Hyunjin gasps, his eyes lighting up when he emerges from Jeongin’s neck. “Did you use a new body wash, Innie? It’s delicious.”
“I don’t—” Jeongin tries, but Seungmin cuts him off.
“Don’t be nice to him, he’s in a foul mood. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“Oh, really? Is everything okay? Do you feel alright?” Hyunjin’s face pulls into a frown, hands immediately coming to prod and feel.
“I’m just having a bad day, it’s not— Ow!” he yelps when Hyunjin pokes his stomach. Sore to the touch and much more sensitive than it has any right to be. He didn’t think he went that hard at the gym yesterday, but he has been working on his abs. Maybe he pulled something.
Hyunjin’s frown deepens. He brings a hand to Jeongin’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up!”
“I’m fine,” he swats Hyunjin away, almost no malice behind his swing.
“I told you he’s in a—”
“Shut up, Seungmin,” Hyunjin scowls across the table, earning a giddy laugh from Changbin.
Jeongin could preen. Completely smug. He knew Hyunjin would stop Seungmin’s blabber. Hyunjin is so good at shutting Seungmin up, it’s a spectator sport just for Jeongin.
He turns his attention back to Jeongin, forehead creased with worry. “We should get you home, Yen.”
“I have work,” Jeongin argues half heartedly, already fully slumped into Hyunjin’s side. He’s just too tired to stay sitting up if Hyunjin is right there. It’s convenient. He’s comfortable.
“No. We’ll call you in. This isn’t normal,” Hyunjin feels Jeongin’s forehead again, clucking his tongue.
“‘M fine,” Jeongin tries once more. His insides lurch a second later, causing him to groan in agony.
“Okay!” Hyunjin announces, standing up very slowly, aiming to jostle Jeongin as little as possible. “We’re going.” He wedges his hands under Jeongin’s arms, guiding him up as well— oh so carefully. Precious cargo and all that.
Jeongin swears Hyunjin’s scent is swelling around them. It’s stronger than usual— maybe because he’s worried. It’s like he’s trying to lull Jeongin into a sense of security.
It’s working.
Their friends give them lazy little waves as Hyunjin spirits Jeongin away. Finally able to eat their food now that Jeongin isn’t complaining or threatening to throw up.
Making it across campus is a chore. Jeongin just feels so— gross. It hit him like a ton of bricks. As soon as Hyunjin showed up his body just decided to give out on him. It takes them double the time it should to make it to Jeongin and Jisung’s apartment. Triple to climb the stairs.
“I think you made me sicker,” Jeongin pouts as Hyunjin unlocks the apartment door for him. “I was fine, and then you showed up and all my muscles got so heavy.”
“Mm,” Hyunjin sighs, he leads him inside, locks up behind them. “I think you’re a bit dramatic. I’m just glad I was there when I was. You would have passed out at work.”
“No,” Jeongin argues weakly.
But that’s the end of it, because Hyunjin is raising a condescending brow— a sign that they both know he’s right— and he’s directing him towards the bedroom.
Jeongin is but a doll at Hyunjin’s whim. He’s too exhausted to make his own decisions. He hasn’t felt this sick since he got pneumonia a couple years ago.
He lets Hyunjin push him into bed, finally taking a deep breath when he’s down.
Hyunjin looks at him, concern melting over his features. “Now, what hurts, baby? Tell me.”
Everything hurts. And he feels fucking delirious. Like he took a whole pack of benadryl and he’s wading through boiling water.
“‘M not a baby,” his mouth moves before he can think.
“You’re my baby,” Hyunjin sighs, brushing Jeongin’s hair from his eyes. He tries again, a bit more serious. “What hurts, Jeongin?”
“My stomach, and my head, and I’m just… so tired. Everything hurts.” He punctuates his sentence with a pathetic groan. Stomach cramping again.
“Okay, let me get some things and I’ll be back.”
“Don’t go,” Jeongin whines. He doesn’t even know why— his brain is just moving without his permission. He can’t stop whatever comes out.
“I’ll be right back, and I'll cuddle you until Jisung gets home to take over,” Hyunjin murmurs, and then he’s gone.
Jeongin wants to scream at him to come back. He can’t find the strength.
He wants to tell Hyunjin that he doesn’t want Jisung, he just wants him. But that would sound weird, and clingy. Hyunjin is his best friend, but they’re not… like that. But, still, the idea of Hyunjin leaving right now makes him impossibly sad. He could probably cry about it. Spill over with crocodile tears. How embarrassing.
Instead, he lets Hyunjin take his temperature, and feed him pills for his stomach. He lets Hyunjin climb into bed with him. Hyunjin lets Jeongin bury his face into his neck. Drinking espresso from the source, the aftertaste of spice left on his tongue. It inexplicably allows Jeongin to relax. Hyunjin’s hand in his hair, his scent calming his nerves.
“Okay, Innie,” he soothes. “Get some rest, baby. I’ve got you.”
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The next time Jeongin wakes up, Hyunjin isn’t there, but Jisung is. He’s fed more pills, and made to drink water, and he says something that he thinks comes out close to, “Jinnie?”
“Hyunjin had to go home, In. He said he’ll come back to check on you tomorrow,” Jisung frowns. Everyone’s always frowning at Jeongin.
Jeongin falls asleep upset, but he can’t figure out why.
Everything’s a bit confusing. He just really wanted Hyunjin to stay until he woke up. To be there when he opened his eyes.
Sleep pulls him under again.
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Jeongin doesn’t feel right.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, and he certainly didn’t set an alarm, and he’s so hot he feels like his skin is peeling off.
He kicks off his blankets, attempting to pull his t-shirt from his chest. It’s soaked through with sweat, his forehead damp as well. And underneath him. His pants. He’s dirty, and sweaty all over. He’s all wet, and he thinks he’s beginning to cry, but his brain is too fever-laden to know for sure.
There’s nothing to do— a painful wave of fire runs through every nerve in his body, a wrecked sob leaving his lips.
The door crashes open a moment later, Jisung and Minho standing in the hallway, wide-eyed and horrified.
Maybe Jeongin is dying. He thinks he’s probably dying.
“I told you,” Minho says, shoving Jisung forward into Jeongin’s bedroom.
Jeongin writhes against his sheets. His brain spotting with black and white, never still. Was Minho in here earlier? Did Jeongin wake him up? Crying loud enough to be heard through the wall?
“Jesus fucking Christ, he stinks,” Minho hisses, pulling his shirt over his nose.
Jeongin hates him. He shouldn’t, but he does. His body is revolting, attempting to will Minho away. Out of his sight.
“I can’t leave him here!” Jisung squeaks, hand against the door to steady himself.
“I know! But his scent is going fucking haywire— he doesn’t want me here— I can’t stay.” Minho wretches when Jeongin’s body rolls with flame again. Like he could feel it too.
Jisung pushes Minho away, forehead wrinkled, saying urgent words Jeongin can’t hear. His ears are ringing too loudly.
Jeongin finds the tiniest modicum of relief when Minho is out of sight. Like a knot loosening in his chest. He can’t catch his breath, but Jisung is coming closer, reaching out to him with careful hands, swiping his hair from his eyes.
“Jeonginnie? Can you hear me?” he asks. Jeongin attempts to make himself nod. Jisung must understand, “Baby, you’re presenting. You’re going into heat. Okay? We’re going to figure it out.”
Heat? No. Jeongin can’t be— no.
He’s too old. He’s had no signs his entire life. Nothing to suggest anything other than what he is. A beta.
As if on cue, a lewd rush of wetness spreads between his legs, warm and sticky, an errant sob following right behind. His eyes blur with tears as he tries to cling to anything to make it stop.
He thinks he says something, but his ears are ringing too fucking loudly to understand. He keeps speaking, brain not catching up.
“Please—” he sobs, hands sliding over his sheets, never finding the purchase he needs.
Jisung nods. Understanding. He’s talking, but Jeongin can only see his lips moving. Like he’s underwater. He pulls out his phone, and walks away, and Jeongin is just focused on not dying.
He’s asking for something, but he doesn’t really know what. Jisung keeps telling him to hold on, that he’ll make it happen.
Jeongin gags. He can still smell Minho— he smells so bad. Pungently sour instead of how dull his mandarin orange usually smells to Jeongin.
“I need Hyunjin—” Jeongin begs. Again. He’s been asking for Hyunjin, he knows now. He needs him. He just knows. He can feel it deep in his chest— that no one else will be able to fix him. He feels like he’s dying. “Please, Jisung— where is he?”
“He’s on his way, Innie— I promise— he told me he’s rushing. He’ll be here.”
Good. Jeongin’s body relaxes the smallest amount. The tiniest bit of relief in the storm.
Hyunjin will help him. Hyunjin always knows what to do. He always knows how to make Jeongin happy.
“Jinnie—”
“He’s coming, Jeongin. It’ll be okay,” Jisung nods very seriously.
“It hurts, J’sung—”
“I know,” Jisung frowns. “The first one is tough. But Hyunjin will take care of you. He’ll make you feel better.”
“Okay,” Jeongin blinks. He nods. Brain heavy with fever— unlike any he’s felt. All he can do is focus on not dying.
He can’t die before Hyuniin gets here.
Hyunjin will know what to do.
For now, Jeongin can’t seem to stay awake for much longer. It’s too much at once. World blinking out.
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“Oh fuck— Yennie,” Hyunjin slumps against the door, running a hand through his hair as he takes in the scene before him. He sucks in a deep breath, licks over his lips, like he’s trying to steady himself.
Cinnamon and espresso, Jeongin can breathe for the first time all morning. He woke up as soon as he caught the first notes, his nose clearing, allowing him something other than suffocating heat.
His head spins, inhaling greedily through his mouth, taking as much as he can. Too much. Anything Hyunjin will give him.
“‘M sorry. ‘M sorry,” Jeongin chokes. He wants Hyunjin closer. So he can touch. He knows it will make him feel better, even if he doesn’t know why. He can’t remember what’s happened. He’s still delirious. “Why are you here?”
“Jisung called me, honey,” Hyunjin pulls his hair back, tugging the elastic from his wrist and tying it off his neck. His forehead is creased, licking over his bottom lip. “You’ve been asking for me. You refused to let anyone else in.”
“It hurts, Hyunne,” Jeongin reaches out, hands trembling. Hyunjin finally starting towards him.
He takes Jeongin’s hand in his, brings it to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “I know, baby. I know.”
Jeongin lets out a strangled sob. It’s not enough. He’s not close enough.
“Hush, hush, darling. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Hyunjin murmurs, setting himself gently into bed next to Jeongin, hoisting him up enough to lay his head on the pillows. He dives in to scent Jeongin immediately after, hands soothing down Jeongin’s arms.
Sometimes Hyunjin will do this when Jeongin is really overwhelmed, or sad, or just because. Scenting is nice. It’s relaxing.
It’s not like it really does anything— or did anything before, when Jeongin was safely without functioning glands— blissfully unaware. It did something for Hyunjin, scenting his best friend, and Jeongin was happy to oblige. But now it feels monumental.
Hyunjin’s skin against his, senses overcome with his presence, melting through him from the inside out. It’s never felt like this before.
It’s enough to allow Jeongin a voice, just enough for his eyebrows to knit, and for a shaky, “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” to leave his lips.
Hyunjin hushes him again, more comforting than anything else. He runs his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, settles onto his back, propped up against Jeongin’s pillows. Drags Jeongin on top of him, arm around his waist, holding him close.
“You’re presenting, Innie,” Hyunjin coos. “I know it’s confusing— but you’re doing so well, baby. Asking for an alpha you trust. And you nested, what a good boy.”
Jeongin tries to protest, but his body melts through with warmth at the praise.
He realizes then, finally breaking through the thick fog in his head, that he’s hard. Painfully so. His cock digging into Hyunjin’s thigh underneath him. And his pants— soaked through with what he now realizes is slick. He whines, embarrassed, and immediately feels himself grow even wetter, Hyunjin’s scent curling into his brain and making a home.
He nested? Last night he couldn’t get comfortable. He was throwing things everywhere, collecting pillows from the couch, sweatshirts from his closet. None of it felt right, all of it ended up piled around him. He nested.
“And you smell so good, baby,” Hyunjin breathes, long and deep. “Fuck. I could eat you up. It’s lovely.”
A vastly different reaction than Minho had. Jeongin knows now that it’s because of him. His DNA working overtime to make sure the only alpha that gets close to him is the one he wants. His body wants.
Because heats are for one thing— and Jeongin isn’t stupid. He’s old enough to know what happens next. He’s guilty, really, of wishing that he could experience just this.
He thought he couldn’t. And wouldn’t. And maybe he was a little jealous of his friends that could, and would.
Jealous of Hyunjin disappearing every few months for his rut, to have wild, unhinged sex with someone— a consequence of natural urges. Jealous Minho and Jisung being able to kick him out of the apartment every once in a while so they can have marathon sex as a biological necessity.
Jeongin has always been a little jealous (Or a lot).
Not that he’d ever admit any of that out loud. He’d never admit it. All he knows is what he needs now. That he regrets the jealousy now, because it fucking hurts.
“Jinnie, I— I need you to help me,” he begs, fingers curling into Hyunjin’s shirt. “It hurts so bad. Hyunjin, please. I need you.”
A visible shiver runs through Hyunjin’s body. His jaw shifts. He sucks in a long breath through his nose. “You’re not in your right mind, babe.”
“I am. I am,” Jeongin attempts to get closer, gasping when his cock jerks against Hyunjin’s leg. He sounds desperate. Fucking inconsolable, the way he’s begging, tears running down his cheeks. “I asked you here for a reason, didn’t I?”
Hyunjin is clearly fighting something Jeongin can’t quite grasp. His jaw tight, eyes shiny. “You’re not,” he says, voice with a bit too much roughness to be normal. “The first wave is harsh. You need to let it pass before you make any big decisions.”
Jeongin feels like he should be mad. Upset. But he’s just overwhelmed. He chokes on his next breath when he ruts forward, seeking any release for the pressure. He’s never needed to cum so badly in his life.
Everything’s a bit blurry, trying to focus as he rocks his hips mindlessly, cock pressed against Hyunjin’s hip. He can’t think straight, but he needs some relief, and Hyunjin is bearing his neck for Jeongin to bury his face in.
He shoves his nose into Hyunjin’s shoulder, taking straight from the source, his tongue flattening over Hyunjin’s scent gland, attempting to get as much as he possibly can. He feels embarrassed right away, a shuddering sob working through him, orgasm building in his gut.
“‘M sorry,” he says, nose rubbing against Hyunjin’s newly wet skin. “Feels good.”
“You’re alright. It’s okay, Innie. You’re fine, baby, make yourself feel good.” Hyunjin’s hand curls into his hip. Harsh. Nails biting his skin.
It must take so much self control to lay down and take it while a whining, heat-drunk omega humps him. Jeongin wishes Hyunjin had less. He can feel Hyunjin’s dick underneath him, hard and so fucking huge.
That’s all it takes for Jeongin to tip over the edge. The vague idea of an outline of something he can’t have. He cums harder than he ever has, hips stuttering, making a mess of his already soiled pants. And it’s not enough.
It’s not enough— he’s still hard.
“Why,” he whines, when Hyunjin rolls him onto his back, soothes him with gentle touches. “Why— won’t it get better?”
“You’ll need a knot to really help you, sweetheart,” Hyunjin says. He looks so worried. Standing up and moving about. Too far away for Jeongin’s liking.
In and out of the bathroom, dragging a cool, wet towel over Jeongin’s forehead. Stripping him of his clothes, oh so carefully.
“Then— give it to me,” Jeongin’s crying has mostly subsided, leaving him weak and exhausted. He doesn’t even care that Hyunjin’s got him fully naked. That he’s dressing him like he’s a baby who can’t do it himself.
“You need to eat, and drink some water, and we need to wait a couple hours for the worst of it to pass,” Hyunjin says. His fingers brush Jeongin’s hip bones when he pulls up his sweats, and Jeongin immediately leaks more slick, probably ruining his fresh clothes. He thinks he would have cum again if Hyunjin did so much as accidentally brush his dick.
He’s pathetic.
“If you still want it then— once you’re not so out of it— then I’ll give you whatever you want, Innie,” Hyunjin leans forward and presses a kiss to Jeongin’s forehead. One to his nose. “I promise.”
Jeongin’s chest expands. Warm. His heart going erratic. He wishes Hyunjin would drop down to his lips next. Spread his legs and step between them, push into him, no resistance, and fuck him full.
He shakes his head— still dizzy— still fucking out of it, clearly. He’s never thought of Hyunjin like that. Not while he’s awake. Dreams are just dreams. Dreams about Hyunjin are dreams he pretends never happened, no matter how frequently they may appear.
And that’s that.
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Jeongin cums once more before his brain clears of the densest bits of fog.
This time it’s with his hand between his legs, heel of Hyunjin’s palm pressing down while Hyunjin whispered encouragement in his ear. It’s so embarrassing, and also so, so hot. He’s always kind of had a thing for a bit of humiliation.
He’s probably going to hell.
Hyunjin makes him eat some toast and drink more water, and then he brings protein bars.
He hand feeds Jeongin so he won’t complain, and Jeongin eats because he has this insatiable urge to please Hyunjin. Like— his body is spurring him on, and his brain is playing catch up.
He’s still hard, and it still hurts, though significantly less than before he came. Before Hyunjin started pumping out his scent into the room so intensely that it smells like he lives here instead of Jeongin.
And he knows it’s not right, necessarily, to think of his best friend like this— but he really, really wants Hyunjin to help him through the rest of his heat.
He wants Hyunjin inside of him, and to knot him, and every time he closes his eyes it’s all he can picture. He’s making a mess of his pants, slick soaking through, just by thinking about it.
His common sense knows they’re just friends, but he’s also never felt so drawn to someone like this. It just feels right to want this. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Friends help friends through heats and ruts all the time. That’s how Minho and Jisung started dating!
Well, maybe they’re not the best example for what Jeongin is going for.
It’s just that Hyunjin is the person he trusts the most of anyone, and Hyunjin has taken such good care of him already… And Hyunjin is the only alpha he wants to touch him like that— or to have him like that— he just knows that’s how it’s supposed to be. How nature intended, even.
Jeongin’s thighs are sticky. He’s so horny, and so, so needy. The sharp pain has dulled to an ever present ache. He closes his fingers around Hyunjin’s wrist when he comes back from the kitchen after taking away their plates.
“Jinnie,” he says, already on the verge of begging.
Hyunjin reaches out to cradle his face immediately. Thumb stroking along Jeongin’s cheekbone. “What is it, baby? Do you feel ok?”
“I still want you,” Jeongin swallows. He looks Hyunjin in the eye. “I’m through the worst of it, and I still really, really want you. I want you to be the one to help me.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin takes a long breath. He licks over his lips, his eyes darkening a fraction. “Are you sure? I want to make sure you really want it. It’s a big deal. Your first heat. You should— well— if there’s someone special…”
“You are special. And there’s no one else,” Jeongin pulls him closer, until Hyunjin’s knee is forced to the mattress. “I don’t trust anyone else like I trust you, and I— I just— I can’t stop thinking about it. About you having me like that.”
Hyunjin’s eyes close for a second, and then he’s shifting more fully onto the bed. Swinging a leg over Jeongin’s hips.
“About you knotting me,” Jeongin continues. His heart stutters at the picture of Hyunjin caging him in on the bed, hanging above him with a hungry look in his eye. “I want you to teach me how good it can feel to be an omega. Want you to act like I’m your omega.”
“Jeongin,” Hyunjin dips down, their noses brushing together. Their breaths are hot, mingling. Just centimeters between them. “You are mine, baby. I’m convinced you were all along.”
“Then—” Jeongin’s body arches up, a desperate bid to be touched. “Prove it.”
Hyunjin’s chest rumbles, a low noise close to a growl, but less aggressive.
He brings his mouth to Jeongin’s jaw, nipping and kissing down the line of it, straight to his neck. He doesn’t shy away, dragging his teeth over Jeongin’s scent gland, his tongue. Jeongin’s hands twist into the bedsheets, holding on for his life. He could probably cum like this. Again.
His shirt is yanked off his head, and then Hyunjin backs up, on his knees.
He looks like an angel, lips parted and wet, breath heavy, his pupils blown out. He slides off the bed, and pulls Jeongin closer to the end by the backs of his legs, stealing the breath straight from his chest.
“You’re such a good boy, begging for me. No one else could give you what you need, could they?”
“No,” Jeongin whines. He goes slack when Hyunjin’s fingers slide beneath his waistband.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Jeongin,” Hyunjin murmurs. Jeongin is too out of his mind to put two and two together. He’s too focused on Hyunjin’s fingers lowering his sweats.
The fabric of his pants is heavy, absolutely dense with slick. Hyunjin tries his best to pull them off without making more of a mess.
Jeongin gasps, the air on his wet thighs, his bare cock— he’s so sensitive that there’s a notable difference. His cheeks burn, and he squirms under the weight of Hyunjin’s eyes. Raking over every inch of him.
“It’s embarrassing, isn’t it?” he chokes, knees clamping together.
“No, Jeongin, god no,” Hyunjin lays a hand on his hip, fingers sprawling over his skin. “You’re gorgeous. A work of art. And all of this— it’s for me?”
Jeongin nods, brain going fuzzy. “Keep— can’t stop thinking about you— since it started—”
“I’m so lucky,” Hyunjin purrs. He’s unbuttoning his pants, and peeling off his shirt. He has no qualms, it seems. No hesitation.
He knows he’s hot— he knows he’s unbearably sexy without his clothes on. He knows Jeongin thinks so— because every time he starts changing in front of Jeongin, he teases Jeongin about how flustered he gets. How cute he is. But he’s never been so exposed in front of Jeongin. Not like this.
He steps out of his pants, and Jeongin can already see the outline of Hyunjin’s cock through his underwear. Big. He’s massive, actually, and already hard.
“Do you see what you do to me, Innie? Just smelling you, and looking at you,” Hyunjin palms himself through the fabric. “Helping you feel good. I’m so turned on, baby. I’m so lucky.”
Jeongin audibly gasps when Hyunjin shucks off his underwear. His dick is huge, and it’s pretty. Jeongin can see the soft suggestion of his knot at the base, and the shiny bead of precum at the head.
He wants Hyunjin inside of him, and he doesn’t know why he’s been holding back. Why he’s been ignoring the dreams and the subtle pull in his chest.
“You’re so, so big— ‘s not gonna fit,” Jeongin babbles, his mouth is pooling with drool, eyes stuck to Hyunjin’s cock.
“It’ll fit, honey. My pretty omega— you were made to take my cock, baby” Hyunjin coos. “You’ll be surprised how much you’ll be able to fit. And how you’ll still be begging for more. Deeper.”
“Never taken anyone so big, what if you ruin me?” Jeongin’s eyelids flutter. He’s so drunk on his own arousal, he can’t think about anything other than Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. Desperate to earn the reassurance— the ownership— he craves.
Hyunjin smiles, pretty and dangerous. “I’d like that. Then no one else could have you. My sweet boy, all mine.”
The whine that leaves Jeongin’s lips would leave him humiliated any other time. Almost a sob— a plea. He sounds like he might die if Hyunjin doesn’t knot him soon. He feels like he will.
“Please— I only want you— please, Hyunne— I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
“Oh, baby, I know you will,” Hyunjin coos. He steps closer, hands running up Jeongin’s thighs, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. “You’re already being so good. I’ll tell you as much as you need.”
“I like doing well,” Jeongin’s eyes are brimming with tears. Body on fire. So close to his next orgasm, even though he hasn’t been touched.
When Hyunjin smiles down at him he looks ravenous. Like he’s considering eating Jeongin whole, making sure they stay as one forever. Jeongin might like that, he thinks. He’s always thought that he’s better off with Hyunjin at his side. He’d find a way to climb into him if he could. Never be without him— fuck— heat hormones are no joke.
“You’ve never taken a knot before, have you, baby?” Hyunjin asks, nuzzling against Jeongin’s clamped knees, laying kisses against the flushed curve.
“No, no,” Jeongin shakes his head. He’s delirious with need. “I want yours. I need it.”
“I know you do, love. I know,” Hyunjin clicks his tongue, sliding his fingers a bit higher on Jeongin’s thighs. Where it counts. “Let me see how wet you are, open up.”
He spreads Jeongin’s legs with gentle but strong fingers, Jeongin giving to the pressure almost immediately, his chase for pleasure winning over his silly bout of embarrassment. Hyunjin is clearly just as into this as him.
Hyunjin hums, fingers curling around Jeongin’s thighs, lifting them up just enough to get a good look at him. At the mess he’s made.
Jeongin can’t help the furious blush that crawls up his neck, completely on display. His heart rabbits, waiting impatiently for the reaction— Hyunjin seemingly glitching.
“Oh, Yennie, baby,” Hyunjin says, completely in awe. Reverent. “It won’t take much at all, will it?”
Another pathetic whimper, this one bringing a fresh gush of slick, cock leaking messily over his stomach.
What a mess. Such a mess. Jeongin can’t stand how hot he finds it— all wet and needy— at the foot of a beautiful man— giving up every shred of dignity. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, unable to stop the moan that rips out of him when Hyunjin steps between his legs.
There’s a flash of something in Hyunjin’s eye, a short break from the lust. “You’re sure?” he checks again, voice soft and calm. “We don’t need to go all the way if you don’t want to, Jeongin.”
“I’m sure!” Jeongin blurts, embarrassingly quick. “Oh my god, I’ve never been more sure. Please. Please. Hurry.” Increasingly desperate. He’s on the brink of crying. So close to what he wants.
Hyunjin makes a noise similar to a subdued growl, deep in his throat. At the corner of his lips, a bit of drool spills out, quickly wiped away with one arm. Jeongin leaks— and he’s sure Hyunjin sees it all.
Fingers collecting the slick coating Jeongin’s inner thighs, Hyunjin asks, “Do you want my fingers first, or do you want me to fuck you open?”
“F—uck—” Jeongin chokes on his own spit, head spinning. What kind of question is that? “Fuck me, now— I can take it—”
“Just a few moments ago you were so worried,” Hyunjin’s smile is smug. Predatory. He teases his cock around Jeongin’s ass— never quite catching his rim. “And now you’re confident, hm? Not too big?”
Jeongin shakes his head, knuckles aching from how hard he’s fisting his sheets. He’s not patient enough to play games. Not now. And he knows exactly what will get Hyunjin inside of him.
“Hyunne, I can take it— please— it hurts. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Alpha, help me—”
Hyunjin fists his own cock, spreading slick down his length, another low rumble breaking from his chest. He lines himself up, presses into Jeongin all at once.
Only the head makes it in before Jeongin is cumming.
The stretch combined with the edge he’s been teetering on is too much. His eyes roll back, legs trembling as Hyunjin soothes him through with gentle words and a hand solid on his hip.
Jeongin must be in heaven. As he comes down he’s already on his way back up. Lips dropped open, eyes locked with Hyunjin’s as he regulates his breathing. Hyunjin strokes his cheek, and then starts with shallow little thrusts— still not even halfway inside— stretching Jeongin open over his cock, ensuring a perfect fit.
Any pain is dull compared to how right it feels for Hyunjin to be inside of him. His body welcomes it— brain sending signals that he needs more. He needs Hyunjin so far inside of him that he can feel it in his lungs. Fucking a baby into him— fuck—
“Halfway there, lovely,” Hyunjin grunts, his grip on Jeongin’s hip becoming even tighter. Jeongin hopes it bruises. “God, you’re so tight— but you’re taking me so fucking well—”
Jeongin is too cockdrunk to respond. He just smiles idiotically. In a daze. Moans when Hyunjin feeds him another inch.
He feels like he’s splitting in two. Slowly being wedged apart. He feels like he’s met his mate— fuck— what the fuck—
Hyunjin lifts one of Jeongin’s legs over his shoulder, a better angle for the final stretch. Hyunjin watches his cock slowly fuck into Jeongin— it makes Jeongin even wetter— makes him suck Hyunjin in a bit further.
“Almost there, angel— how do you feel?”
“Good,” Jeongin breathes dreamily. The pain in his stomach is already subsiding, almost completely gone when the base of Hyunjin’s cock squeezes past his rim. Not even close to a knot yet— but enough for his body to relax.
Jeongin’s head swims with starbursts when Hyunjin bottoms out. He’s so glad it’s Hyunjin— not anyone else. No one else could make him feel like this. So safe, and happy, and loved.
His erection still hasn’t gone down, laying helplessly against his belly. He’s so full. Complete. Nature telling him that this is exactly where he’s meant to be.
Hyunjin’s hand rakes through his hair, sweeping it off his face. “My baby,” he says, so gently. “Let me show you how good it feels to be an omega, honey.”
Jeongin smiles again. Nods. He cries out when Hyunjin starts fucking him for real.
He can feel everything— the drag on his walls, the slick spilling out around him, the pressure every time Hyunjin slams into him, deeper than he thought possible.
Hands slide under both of his knees, practically folding him in half as Hyunjin trusts into him hard and fast, eyes constant, dark with need.
Sex has never felt like this. He’s fucked people he’s dating, and people he’s not— he’s been with alphas and omegas, betas— but this… whether it be Hyunjin, or his presentation, or a combination of both— it’s unlike anything else. Falling apart for the second time, clenching around Hyunjin’s cock, tears spilling from the corner of his eyes.
His stomach is covered in cum by now, but Hyunjin doesn’t stop. The entire room smells thick with espresso. Drenched. Jeongin hopes he’s soaked to the bone— so everyone knows exactly what he’s done, and who’s done it to him.
His alpha, in his nest.
“Yes, I’m yours, Innie. All yours. Don’t worry, baby,” Hyunjin manages.
Jeongin hadn’t realized he’d been talking out loud. A scent drunk slur of possessive babble. On cloud nine.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful— My pretty baby— my omega— And you’re doing so well, Jeongin. You’re incredible,” Hyunjin matches his energy, sounding just as fucked out.
His knot is swelling. Jeongin can feel it every other thrust, beginning to interrupt the fast pace Hyunjin is fucking him at. Jeongin goes dizzy, overwhelmed with need. He needs Hyunjin to finish him off. Knot him. Knock him up. All of it. As nature intended. He’s never needed anything more in his life.
He sobs when Hyunjin pulls out, confused, only to be silenced with a hand on his stomach. Hyunjin climbing into bed, manhandling him onto his side.
One hand lifting up Jeongin’s leg, Hyunjin sinks back into him without any resistance, burying his hiss in Jeongin’s neck.
Jeongin arches his back, desperate to be closer. Hyunjin’s arm snakes up his sternum, mouth laving over Jeongin’s scent gland. Sucking. Nipping. Not enough to break skin— but Jeongin wishes.
Hips fucking forward knot almost too big to fit—
The final orgasm is the best one. Hyunjin bites him, just far enough from Jeongin’s scent gland to be safe, and his knot slides into place, locking them together. Overwhelming, and all consuming, Hyunjin filling him up, hot and deep, palm flat against his chest and teeth in his skin.
There’s so much cum. Jeongin can’t breathe as Hyunjin empties inside of him. It feels like too much. Like he could explode. It feels incredible.
Knot pulling at his rim every time he moves the slightest bit, Hyunjin lapping up the bit of blood that he’s spilled with his tongue. Jeongin is high on all of it. Wrecked— from the inside out— ecstatic, his cock finally softening. Content.
“‘M so full. You came so much. Wanna keep it forever. Gonna leak for weeks. I feel so good. So full, Hyunne. Hyunne, it feels so good. I’m so happy. I’m so happy, Hyunne—” Jeongin releases a soft, mushy string of mindless, pretty words.
He can feel Hyunjin smiling against the nape of his neck. Kissing him there. A perfect fit. Hyunjin smells so warm, and his body is so warm. He’s lovely.
“Hyunjin?”
“Mmm?” Hyunjin hums, breath hot on his neck.
“What do I smell like?” A question Jeongin forgot to ask amidst the rest of it. There were more important things. But he wants to know now.
“You can’t smell yourself yet?”
Jeongin makes a sad little noise. No. He can’t. He knows it takes different times for different people. He’s just curious.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get there.” Hyunjin inhales, long and deep. A satisfied rumble moving through his chest, against Jeongin’s back. “You smell like fresh baked biscotti. I want to take a bite of you.”
“You could, if you wanted,” Jeongin murmurs.
He earns a pleased, breathy laugh. A playful nip to his scent gland. “You’re just the perfect companion for coffee, aren’t you?” Hyunjin teases, mouth running along Jeongin’s neck. “Maybe one day, sweetheart.”
“Hmn,” Jeongin mumbles. Half complaint, half agreement. He can’t decide.
“Why don’t you get some rest, sweet thing?” Hyunjin purrs, mouthing at his ear lobe. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
That does sound like a good idea. Jeongin is suddenly sleepy. The past hours catching up to him. His body finally able to relax— a full body sigh of relief at being had in the exact way he needed.
“‘Mkay,” he murmurs, already drifting off, the smell of espresso and cinnamon thick in his head.
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When Jeongin wakes up, the clock on his nightstand tells him that he’s been asleep for at least twelve hours. Even with his foggy, sleep-heavy brain he can do the quick math from nine to nine.
He frowns only a few seconds later when he realizes he’s in bed alone. Forehead scrunched up, body a little sore. Wet, still, though he has hazy memories of Hyunjin coaching him through a gentle clean up. Half asleep, putty in his hands, doing as he was told. It felt like a dream because it kind of was.
The embarrassment comes next. Heat crawling up his chest. Naked in bed after his best friend just made him cum, like, five times, and then took care of him while he was half unconscious because he was so covered in his own fluids. And worst of all— he so badly wants more.
He groans, stomach tightening, getting wetter at the thought of Hyunjin. That’s it. Just, Hyunjin. Dropping everything, and taking care of him, and being so good.
God. He begged Hyunjin to fuck him. He whimpered when Hyunjin teased him— he was having mating fantasies about Hyunjin— and, oh, he’s leaking slick again.
His body stands by every decision he made; tells him he should do it again. That, yeah, it’s kind of better that it’s embarrassing, because he loves how Hyunjin looked at him like that. Like he wanted to eat him.
The door swings open, Hyunjin appearing in a pair of Jeongin’s sweatpants, no shirt, carrying a plate of food.
“Oh, baby, you’re awake, good—” He goes into caretaker mode automatically, setting down the plate on the side table, picking up the thermometer he left earlier and sticking it under Jeongin’s tongue.
Jeongin blinks up at him, speechless. Blushing furiously. Hyunjin just giggles, reaching out to run his thumb fondly over Jeongin’s cheek.
The thermometer beeps, and Hyunjin plucks it from his lips, reading. He nods. Says, “As expected, you’re getting hotter again. The next wave will start soon, you need to eat, angel.”
The pet name just makes Jeongin even warmer. “I think I’m just embarrassed,” he mumbles, accepting the plate onto his lap, blankets, thankfully, covering his bottom half.
“Why are you embarrassed?” Hyunjin sits on the edge of the bed, swiping Jeongin’s hair from his eyes. “Everything went perfect, no?”
Jeongin cringes. Shifts. He’s still sitting in his own slick— this conversation only threatening to bring about more. “Yeah—” he blinks a few times. Shifts again. “It was really, really good— and I was so… needy… and— I don’t know…”
A cheeky little smile blooms on Hyunjin’s face, quickly growing into a full on smirk. “What if I say I like you like that? Hm? That I thought it was hot.”
“I’m going to die,” Jeongin complains, shoving some food in his mouth and averting his gaze. His cock is chubbing up, Hyunjin’s smell is intoxicating, and the fire in his gut is still roaring. He’s also famished, he realizes as he swallows his first bite.
“Fuck, I can smell your slick, that’s absurd,” Hyunjin licks his lips, scooching a bit closer. “Your smell is kind of addictive.”
Jeongin squirms, still shoveling food in his mouth to try to get it over with faster. The faster he eats the faster he can shut Hyunjin up. Get on top of him and fuck him until his knot pops— fucking hell— these goddamn heat hormones.
“Stop,” he whines, mouth full of food. “I’m getting hard.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Hyunjin grins, shoving his face into the crook of Jeongin’s neck. His lips brush skin. Distracting.
“I’m done eating,” Jeongin declares, only halfway finished.
Hyunjin pulls himself up, looks at Jeongin with a raised brow. “No. You’re not getting anything from me until you finish eating. All of it. Let’s go. I don’t want you knocked out for another twelve hours, I want us to make the most of this.”
Well. That is a tempting argument. The tips of Jeongin’s ears feel on the verge of burning off. Too hot. He’s going to be permanently red when Hyunjin is done with him.
He inhales the rest of his food, pushing the plate to the side as soon as he’s done. Pouting when he turns to find Hyunjin shoving a glass of water in his face.
“Water too.”
Fine. Water too. Jeongin drinks it all down, eager to please, and then quickly doubles over when a cramp rolls through his abdomen.
Hyunjin gathers him up as best he can, pulling Jeongin’s face to his neck. Allowing him to drink in his scent, getting through the worst of it.
So careful. Attentive. Jeongin doesn’t know why he’d bother.
“Aren’t you meant to be at work?” he asks, half pouting, rubbing his face all over Hyunjin’s scent gland.
Hyunjin hums happily, bearing his throat for Jeongin. “I called in while you were asleep. Told them my mate is in heat— it’s taken care of.”
“Hhh,” Jeongin makes a pained little noise. A made up scenario in which Hyunjin is his mate shouldn’t make him so worked up— but he freezes. Shivers when Hyunjin’s fingers run down his spine.
“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, that’s always what I tell them when I’m helping someone through a heat—”
Jeongin’s heart drops to the bottom of his chest without permission. Pulling away from Hyunjin’s throat, he can’t stop the tears that immediately brim his eyes. “You… do you do this… often? Help other people?”
His chest pulls in all different directions. The thought of Hyunjin being with anyone else makes him feel sick. Dizzy. All backwards and inside out.
“Oh, fuck— no, honey, I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have—” Hyunjin’s brow furrows as he scrambles to fix his slip. “It’s been a long time. I’ve helped a few friends, but it’s been months since, and—”
Jeongin doesn’t know what comes over him. It’s like his body is rebelling against him— he tries to swallow back the noise, but it’s too late, growl ripping from his throat.
He smacks his hand over his mouth a second later, but the damage is done. Hyunjin squeals in delight. Completely pleased with himself.
“Was that your first growl? Oh my god, baby, that was so cute. You’re jealous, aren’t you? It’s okay, though, because I meant it when I said I’m yours— but it might be fun to rile you up, hm? I—”
Jeongin might pass out if he doesn’t stop Hyunjin’s incessant train of thought. Getting dangerously close to some sort of admission that he doesn’t think he’s ready to deal with yet.
So he kisses him.
He leans forward, and slots their mouths together, and kisses Hyunjin for the first time in his life.
Hyunjin goes still for a moment, but as soon as he catches on, he melts. Hand winding into Jeongin’s hair, tilting his head a few degrees to the side to gain better access.
Tongue running across the seam of Jeongin’s lips, Hyunjin sighs onto his tongue when he opens up. His sharp canines dragging down over Jeongin’s bottom lip.
Jeongin’s body runs hot with a fresh wave of fire, everything coming back to him at once. He forgot why they’re here for a second. That there’s conditions to this whole thing.
Frankly, he doesn’t really care, as long as Hyunjin is knotting him soon.
He grabs Hyunjin by the shoulders, using all his strength to press him flat to the bed, wasting no time climbing on top of him.
Hyunjin gasps when Jeongin rips down his sweats, not even bothering to fully pull them off, too eager to be full.
“Can I?” He asks, spit pooling in his mouth as he hovers over Hyunjin’s cock. Ready to pounce.
“Please,” Hyunjin grins. Amazed. Fond. Eyes sparkling. “Take the lead, baby.”
Actually, as it turns out, one of the best ways to hide his shameful blush is to kiss Hyunjin about it. Then neither of them is thinking about the why. They’re too busy sliding their tongues together, and Jeongin’s slick is making the slow grind they’re engaging in that much nicer. Working up to full hardness.
Now that Jeongin knows what he’s capable of, he doesn’t hesitate to make it happen. Still stretched from before, he reaches behind him and lines Hyunjin up— sinks down over his cock in one, smooth go— both of them letting out twin moans.
Hyunjin curses, his hands finding Jeongin’s ass, spreading him apart a bit, pushing himself inside even further. His eyes are dark— lips shiny with spit, flushed pink. Jeongin wants to eat him. He wants this to last forever.
He gets into a nice rhythm, hands on Hyunjin’s chest to hold him steady, rolling his hips back, fucking himself over Hyunjin’s cock. Hyunjin looks up at him like he’s the eighth wonder— Jeongin feels like he might be, just based on the weight of his stare.
Teeth pulling over his bottom lip, it’s only a matter of time before Jeongin starts making noise. Pleased little whimpers and sighs, every time he slides backwards, Hyunjin buried entirely inside of him.
“Baby,” Hyunjin breathes, dragging his hands over Jeongin’s thighs, up, down, greedily touching every bit of him he can. He settles with one hand fisted around Jeongin’s cock, thumb digging into the slit. “Baby, you’re so beautiful like this. All for me— my pretty omega—”
Jeongin gasps, the intensity of it all only deepening. “‘M yours. No one else has had this.”
Hyunjin hums, hand starting to lazily stroke up and down Jeongin’s length. “You’re better than the rest of them, angel. No one else compares.”
It’s probably dirty talk. For the sole purpose of making Jeongin feel good— but still, he preens. He gets a bit more confident, leaning back enough that every rock of his hips makes his stomach bulge, Hyunjin pushing out from inside.
“Fuck, Innie—” Hyunjin grunts, working to deepen the angle. Hands steady on Jeongin’s hips as he thrusts up into him, meeting his movements. “Fuck. I want to breed you so bad, baby— make you nice and round— everyone would know you’re claimed. That you’re mine.”
Jeongin can’t do much but sob for a moment, entirely fucked out, dizzy with need. He nods, so close to the edge, but his body is waiting for Hyunjin. A natural instinct to let his alpha finish them both off at once.
“I need it, Jinnie— You're so deep— please,” Another strangled sob, tears leaking from Jeongin’s eyes. “Hyunjin, I want your pups. Please— please—”
Hyunjin’s knot catches, and two more thrusts lock them together— slotting into place. Jeongin’s head falls back as he cums, but he quickly rights himself, eager to watch Hyunjin’s cock twitch inside of him through his stomach.
He brings a shaky hand to the spot, Hyunjin pumping him full, and immediately cums again. It’s so intense he almost loses consciousness, focusing on Hyunjin’s soft groan, the big hands on his legs. Urging him forward. Closer.
They meet in a kiss, but it’s shaky, and sloppy, and they’re both breathless. It feels like flying— being taken care of like this.
Hyunjin kept asking if Jeongin was sure. If he really wanted this with him. He’s an idiot. There’s no one else. Jeongin is afraid there might not be, period. Certainly, at the very least, there’s no one else he can trust enough to completely let go with.
He nuzzles into Hyunjin’s neck, latching onto his scent gland with a soft love bite. Just the suggestion of something more.
Hyunjin sighs happily, kissing Jeongin’s head.
They lay together, breathing heavily for a few moments. Jeongin drags his lips along Hyunjin’s jaw, humming contentedly when Hyunjin cups his ass, holding them close as possible.
“You can’t actually get me pregnant yet, right?”
“No, not yet,” Hyunjin noses at his hair, smiling. “That’s a problem for next time.”
Jeongin frowns, focusing on the feeling of Hyunjin’s cum, warm and deep inside of him, before the sensation goes away. “I wish you could.”
“Yennie,” Hyunjin warns, but Jeongin can feel his cock twitch inside of him. The swell at the base tugging a bit more. “Keep talking like that and my knot is never going to go down.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
Hyunjin laughs. “You’re the sweetest thing after you cum. You know that?”
“Nnngg,” Jeongin doesn’t answer properly. He just hugs Hyunjin tighter and lays a lazy kiss against his throat.
This part is nice, Jeongin concludes. Sitting full of his alpha’s cock, knot plugging him up. It makes the afterwards of his orgasms so much better. He’s so glad— not only that he presented, but that he’s an omega. Because it let him and Hyunjin have this. They feel like a perfect match. It’s hard not to think they are.
“I like being an omega,” Jeongin murmurs, drifting off a bit as Hyunjin plays with his hair.
“You decided after only two knots?” Hyunjin huffs a soft laugh, kissing his temple. “Am I that good?”
“You know you are.”
“I do,” Hyunjin agrees. “But I always get nervous for a first time. I want it to be the best for you.”
“It’s the best,” Jeongin sighs. His fingers trace Hyunjin’s skin, anywhere he can reach. Sudden insecurity taking hold, “Was it good for you? Am I okay?”
Hyunjin’s arms wrap tighter around him. A kiss to his scent gland, lingering. “Of course, baby, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s better with you. It feels right, Innie.”
“Not just sex talk?” Jeongin burrows into his chest, face on fire, ears on fire, all of him on fire.
“No,” Hyunjin whispers. “I meant everything I said. Better than anyone else. No omega I’ve ever been with can compete.”
Jeongin’s chest explodes into a flurry of stupid, reckless butterflies. He must still be in the worst of his heat, he reasons. There’s no way he’d be so giddy otherwise. Surely.
“Now you’re being too nice. I’m brand new to this whole thing,” he complains weakly, unable to tamp down his smile.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m telling you—” Hyunjin says, taking Jeongin’s cheek in his hand, directing their eyes to meet. “There’s something innate about it, y’know. Some cheesy fated pair kind of shit, I don’t know.”
Jeongin stretches forward to lay a soft peck on Hyunjin’s mouth. He can’t stand staring him in the eye much longer. “I don’t know,” he repeats, because his body is falling to happy little pieces, and he can’t bother dealing with it yet. Not while he’s still heatstruck and horny. Not while Hyunjin is inside of him.
“Don’t think too hard,” Hyunjin smiles, rubbing their noses together.
Another spurt of butterflies set free in Jeongin’s chest. “I’m not.”
“You are,” Hyunjin says. He pokes his cheek. “It’s okay, but quit it.”
“‘M trying,” Jeongin pouts.
Hyunjin laughs, stealing another peck, wiping the frown right off of Jeongin’s face. “You made it through the first twenty four hours, angel. How does it feel? That’s always the hardest part.”
“Feels good. I’m happy.” Jeongin finally gives to the temptation to lower his head again, tired of holding it up.
“I’m happy too, baby. See? That’s all that matters. Don’t think too much.”
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Jeongin is awake when Hyunjin’s knot goes down this time. He almost wishes he wasn’t once he realizes what’s about to happen.
“Okay, time to get cleaned up,” Hyunjin pats his ass, already heaving Jeongin over, dumping him onto the mattress, earning a pathetic whine.
The emptiness after being full for so long is… something.
He hates it.
Hyunjin pinches his cheek, kisses his forehead, before getting up to scurry around. Jeongin moans, a disgusting mix of slick and cum leaking out of him, surely soaking through the blankets Hyunjin prepared for just this reason.
“I hate it,” Jeongin complains as soon as Hyunjin comes back with a wet washcloth. “Just get back inside me.”
A warm smile graces Hyunjin’s face, ignoring Jeongin’s request completely, focused on cleaning up the worst of the goop stuck to his skin.
He picks up each of Jeongin’s legs with care, wiping away the mess. His stomach, too. Only then does he focus on himself. After his omega is taken care of.
Jeongin shouldn’t be thinking like that, but his body is aching to fucking purr in satisfaction for being looked after by such an attentive lover.
As nature intended. Knotted. Bred. Coaxed back to Earth afterwards by protective hands.
The goddamn heat hormones…
“Do you think you can make it to the shower?” Hyunjin asks, tossing the washcloth on the bed.
Jeongin groans, feeling exceptionally lazy. His muscles are so heavy after being knotted. He’s all sleepy and sated.
“C’mon,” Hyunjin grins, brushing Jeongin’s hair from his eyes. “I’ll do all the work for you. You just have to be a good boy and stand up.”
“You’ll go with me?” Jeongin doesn’t mean to sound surprised.
Hyunjin doesn’t seem to mind. Smile turning particularly confident. “Of course. I’d never make my baby weather that alone. Alpha will take care of you, Yennie.”
“Stop, that’s so gross,” Jeongin swats him away, but the blush on his cheeks is unstoppable.
“You were begging me to knock you up, like, an hour ago.”
“So?” Jeongin scowls, feigning offense. “It’s cringe now.”
“So,” Hyunjin draws out the word, lacing his fingers with Jeongin’s to pull him to his feet. “Let me take care of you. I like taking care of you. It’s good practice for when I knock you up for real.”
Jeongin almost falls over. His vision blacks for a moment. and he feels himself wetten a bit. Embarrassing. “Shut up,” he manages, pretty much falling into Hyunjin’s arms. Unable to keep himself upright.
“You like it.”
“No,” he lies.
Hyunjin laughs into his neck, fingers trailing down to his ass, slick sliding down between his legs. “Sure.”
It’s easier to shut up, then. Before he embarrasses himself further.
Escorted to the bathroom. Sat down on the toilet, Hyunjin promising he’ll be back after he changes the sheets, because he wants Jeongin to be able to get in bed after they’re done.
Jeongin stares at himself in the mirror. He looks the same as always— just— like he’s had a really good fuck or two. Hair wild, cheeks tinted pink, the bite Hyunjin left on his shoulder already healing up nicely.
He licks over his lips, chest heating. Maybe there’s a bit more to his reflection. A soft glow, or something equally absurd. He likes how he looks. Likes the suggestion of belonging to someone else. Likes the way he smells like nothing other than Hyunjin.
“Alright, all done,” Hyunjin pushes back into the bathroom. “Let me just get the water warm for you.”
Very suddenly, it hits Jeongin that Hyunjin usually isn’t like this. Or, he is, but not with anyone besides Jeongin.
Their friends tease him about it sometimes, but it never had to mean anything else. Just that Hyunjin is particularly fond of caring for Jeongin— not because he’s younger, but because he’s his baby. He just has to. That’s what he’s always felt like.
And Jeongin can’t stand being taken care of by anyone other than Hyunjin. Can’t stand casual touches and acts of service— not unless it’s Hyunjin.
Has he been that stupid?
Yes.
Does it mean anything more than his body knowing he would eventually present as an omega?
Jury’s out.
“I told you to stop thinking so hard,” Hyunjin murmurs, pulling Jeongin up, guiding him towards the shower.
“How did you know?”
Hyunjin looks at him like he’s silly. “I just know.”
He also just knows exactly the face to make to coax Jeongin under the stream of water. Humming softly to himself as he washes their hair. Conditions it. Taking his time on their bodies.
At one point, while he’s lathering up Jeongin’s chest, Hyunjin leans forward and kisses the bite he left. He has the decency to look bashful about it, but all it does is make Jeongin slick up again. Another wash in order.
By the time they finish, Jeongin is tired. Hyunjin’s hands are so gentle, and careful, lulling him into security.
“Do you want clothes? Or do you think you’ll just get them messy again?” Hyunjin coos, patiently toweling dry Jeongin’s hair.
“Don’t bother,” Jeongin mumbles. “But you can’t put any on either. So I don’t feel left out.”
“Mhm, okay,” Hyunjin smiles with one corner of his mouth. Smug. Jeongin kinda wants to kiss it away. But he’s too sleepy.
He just lets his pretty, strong alpha drag him to bed and lay him down. And Hyunjin was right, because he is glad that the sheets have been changed.
“Don’t go,” he requests, already dozing off.
Hyunjin laughs softly. “You big baby.”
He climbs in next to Jeongin anyway. Lets Jeongin curl into his chest.
“Your baby.”
And that’s that.
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It lasts three days total. They fuck so much that Hyunjin complains that his dick is going to fall off, and then he bends Jeongin over again anyway.
Jeongin starts getting antsy near the end. Because he knows Hyunjin is leaving soon, and the thought of Jisung and Minho stinking up the apartment again is making him ill. So he starts strategically placing clothes around, and then tucking them away once Hyunjin has sufficiently scented them.
Sure, Hyunjin catches on. But he says, “I’ll scent you whenever you want, okay? You just call and I’ll be there, Innie.” And then he rubs himself all over three more of Jeongin’s sweatshirts anyway.
Everything ends wonderfully— Hyunjin’s knot popping inside of him, the same position they were in for the first. Jeongin cums, and then he sighs, melts into Hyunjin’s chest— and he knows it’s done.
When he and Hyunjin shower, after that last round, Jeongin comes out with a clear head. A better nose. He can smell himself, so heavy in the air it’s impossible to believe he couldn’t before. Swirling enticingly with Hyunjin’s scent— it really is the perfect companion.
One hour countdown to Jisung returning, Hyunjin is laughing as Jeongin whines in bed. Complaining about going back to real life.
Thirty minutes, Jeongin holds himself back from asking for a kiss, despite wanting one, because he doesn’t know if that’s ok now.
Ten minutes, Hyunjin asks for him, standing at the door, saying his goodbyes.
“Kiss for the road?”
“You can’t act like that,” Jeongin blushes, already shuffling forward to grant his request. “I don’t want things to be weird.”
“I told you to stop thinking so hard. Let’s just go with the flow, Yennie, mmmm—”
Hyunjin melts, all finished with his posturing. His hands twist into the fabric of Jeongin’s shirt, over his chest, and he bows into the kiss. Slow and languid, they pull back to breathe before they meet again.
Jeongin’s hand cradles Hyunjin’s jaw, and the other finds the small of his back. Tongues meeting in the middle, Hyunjin sucks Jeongin’s lip into his mouth and nibbles at it. Teasing.
A soft sigh laid onto Hyunjin’s tongue, Jeongin is having a hard time letting go.
Five minutes left before Jisung returns, and the mix of their scents is becoming intoxicating. Jeongin could probably go into heat again. He feels like he might. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, all things considered. Extending their time a bit.
“I need to go,” Hyunjin murmurs, already pouting. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
Tomorrow. On campus. Because they have lives to get back to.
“Okay,” Jeongin swallows. He licks the taste of Hyunjin off his lips, resists the urge to go back for more. Forces himself to step back, dropping his hands from Hyunjin’s frame.
“Don’t miss me too much,” Hyunjin smiles, all sparkly eyes and sarcasm.
Jeongin laughs, but it comes out weak. “Okay. Thanks again, Hyunne. For helping me.”
“None of that,” Hyunjin tsks, poking Jeongin’s cheek. “I’ll be highly offended if I’m not your regular pick from now on. I had fun.”
Yeah. He’s probably more than that. Jeongin doesn’t know if he’d be able to let anyone else in with him during a heat ever again.
“Okay. Then I won’t miss you at all.”
“Don’t lie just for fun,” Hyunjin’s smile is wide across his face, scrunching up his eyes. Jeongin hates him (loves him).
Two minutes, and Jeongin shoves Hyunjin out the door, because he can’t have Jisung making fun of him while Hyunjin is still here. It’ll be humiliating.
One minute.
Zero minutes.
“Oh my god, it smells like a coffee shop in here! Did he mate you? Please tell me he mated you— I bet Minho that he’d mate you on accident because you two are freaky soulmates or something—”
All Jeongin can do is blush. Embarrassed. (Secretly pleased).
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Everything is different since Jeongin presented.
He can smell so much, and people can smell him. They tell him about it. He gets hit on a lot more, too, especially by the alphas in his classes. And he feels more sure of himself, somehow— like he was missing a piece before, and now he’s found it.
And, there’s— whatever the fuck he and Hyunjin are doing.
“Hi, baby,” Hyunjin presses a kiss against the nape of his neck, his arms winding around Jeongin’s waist. Going straight to scent him, despite the fact that Jeongin is in the middle of a conversation with someone else.
His lab partner, to be precise. While they’re trying to set up a time to meet.
Sure, Ryujin is an alpha, but that doesn’t mean anything. Jeongin is pretty sure she’s a lesbian, actually. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were mated,” Ryujin’s eyes widen, brows raising. “Didn’t you just present, like, two weeks ago?”
Jeongin laughs awkwardly, trying to pull Hyunjin away from his neck to no avail. “He’s not— we’re not—”
“I’m Hyunjin,” Hyunjin interjects, moving just enough to hook his chin over Jeongin’s shoulder. Jeongin can hear the sneer in his voice.
“Okay,” Ryujin smirks. She licks over her bottom lip, her musky scent fighting for dominance with Hyunjin’s espresso. “Well, that’s nice.”
It shouldn’t matter— but Jeongin has had little control over how he feels lately. Every time Hyunjin is near him it’s like a match catching, chest engulfed in flame. Magnetized, even. Willing to burn.
“I’ll text you, Ryujin,” Jeongin grumbles.
“Sounds good,” she grins, giving them a two finger salute before stalking off.
Jeongin lets out a long breath, squeezing his eyes shut as Hyunjin noses against his neck, peppering kisses over the bit of skin that’s exposed. “Jinnie—”
“Hm? How was your day?”
“You can’t keep scaring off anyone who’s talking to me.”
“Why?”
“Because— You— I—” Jeongin stutters, turning around in Hyunjin’s arms. “I don’t belong to you.”
Hyunjin blinks. Frowns. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like—” Jeongin struggles to put his thoughts into words. It’s not that he doesn’t want to belong to Hyunjin in some way, it’s just that he doesn’t want Hyunjin to act like he does unless it’s real. Because it hurts too much knowing he can’t have everything. Because he wants to belong to Hyunjin so badly that he’s in pain— at risk of a heart attack.
But saying that seems too… serious.
“No, it’s okay. I get it,” Hyunjin tucks his hair behind his ear. “I just got a little too excited. Because— you know— but I’ll tone it back.”
“That’s not what I,” Jeongin groans. “I don’t know. Nevermind.”
“Sorry,” Hyunjin looks down for a second too long.
“Don’t say sorry, it’s not—” Jeongin wants to rip his hair out. He’s made it so awkward now. Tossed everything off course. “Let’s just forget about it. Okay? Do you want to come over? I’d like if a couple more sweatshirts smelled like you… some of them are wearing off…”
Just like that, Hyunjin perks up. He smiles, softly, out of one side of his mouth. Nods. “If you insist.”
“I do. Uh,” Jeongin clears his throat. Holds his hand out for Hyunjin to take. “It kinda helps, y’know, a lot of alphas try to hit on me in class now, so…”
“They what?” Hyunjin gasps, quickly snapping his mouth shut afterwards.
It’s almost cute.
It is cute.
Very cute.
“I’m, like, a newly presented omega— they like fresh meat, I don’t know…”
Hyunjin sniffs, regaining his composure, or, putting up a good enough front. “Of course. You’re beautiful, and you smell good. Anyone would want you as a mate. Whoever you pick will be lucky.”
“Right,” Jeongin swallows, looking ahead.
The issue is, he doesn’t know what the fuck he and Hyunjin are doing. He doesn’t know if it’s serious, or real, and both of them are too chickenshit to ask.
Hyunjin will act possessive only to turn around and talk about Jeongin like he’s going to be with someone else later. And Jeongin will pretend like maybe he will be, because he wants Hyunjin to tell him no.
It’s a cycle. A bad one, but one they’ve found themselves in.
Sure, a couple weeks ago he was asking Hyunjin to put a baby in him, but apparently that doesn’t mean much. Maybe. He doesn’t know what they’re doing.
All tripped up. Jeongin is probably in love with him, if he’s being really, super honest with himself.
He keeps thinking that he kind of wishes his next heat would come faster so he has an excuse to kiss Hyunjin again. For real, instead of the little pecks Hyunjin leaves everywhere but his mouth.
But he’s not being honest with himself. He’s holding hands with his best friend while his best friend talks about another alpha mating him. Classic.
“I missed you today,” Jeongin mumbles, just to try to give a little bit.
Hyunjin hums happily, tugging him in by the hand and catching a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You’re a sweetheart. I missed you too.”
And that’s that.
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“You smell suspiciously like yourself tonight,” Jisung needles, leaning in to take a long sniff of Jeongin.
Jeongin shoves him away. He’s pissy because Hyunjin’s been busy at work for the past three days. Making up for some of the time he took off to help Jeongin through his heat. Jeongin feels guilty about it, but Hyunjin keeps telling him it’s no big deal.
Still, when Jeongin got home yesterday to find that Minho had collected his laundry without asking and washed it— ridding all of his hoodies of espresso and cinnamon, Jeongin almost had a meltdown.
He’s normal.
He’s fine.
“I’m fine.”
“That is not related to anything I just said,” Jisung snorts. “You’re all pissy because Hyunjin is busy, right?”
“I’m not pissy,” Jeongin snaps. Pissy.
“Okay, damn, chill,” Jisung raises his hands in defense. “Hyunjinnie is going to come to Channie’s tonight, so you can cure your ailments then.”
Sure. Jeongin knows that. But it doesn’t feel like enough.
Because Chan’s parties are always busy, and then Hyunjin will go home at the end, and Jeongin will go to his home, and they’ll get no one on one time— which, he doesn’t even know why that’s a big deal, but it feels like a big deal— and he’ll just keep missing Hyunjin.
It might even hurt worse. Being close to him but not being able to touch him too much, or act too clingy, or scent him.
Jeongin is normal.
“I’m literally normal.”
“Okay. Let’s pregame. Do you want to pregame? I think we should pregame, Jeongin,” Jisung smacks his hands on his thighs, standing up and heading for the kitchen. “Let’s pregame. Loosen up a bit. You’re too tense.”
“I’m not tense,” Jeongin grumbles, sinking further into his seat. All of his fight is gone, and Minho washed all of his goddamn sweatshirts.
Jisung ignores him. He pours them both shots and carefully carries them to Jeongin, shoving one in his hand. “You’ll feel better if you loosen up a bit, Innie. Maybe you can meet another alpha to take your mind off of it!”
Jeongin quickly downs the vodka in order to avoid dry heaving at Jisung’s comment. Coughs after it goes down. “You’re encouraging bad habits.”
“I’m encouraging fun.”
“I think I’m in love with Hyunjin.”
“Oh.” Jisung blinks. He very carefully takes Jeongin’s empty glass from his hand, stands, takes it to the kitchen. Returns a few seconds later with two more full shots. “Well. To be fair, I thought so, but I never thought you’d admit it. But my backup plan for if you did was to pregame… So.”
Jeongin downs his second shot.
He’s fine, and normal.
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Jeongin isn’t that drunk by the time they get to Chan’s. He’s got a better tolerance than Jisung, but he’s definitely at the point where he’s loosened up, or whatever Jisung had been aiming for.
As soon as Minho picked them up, Jeongin cursed him out. “And fuck you for washing all my clothes. You ruined my life. Fuck you, Minho. You don’t even smell good.”
Minho didn’t pay him any mind. He asked Jisung what Jeongin’s problem was, and accepted, “He’s in love with Hyunjin,” as an answer.
Jeongin realizes, shortly after arriving at Chan’s place, that he hasn’t partied since he presented.
The smell of it is overwhelming. Obnoxious.
He can smell everyone now— and the drinking, plus the intense horniness lingering in the air is something else.
None of it smells particularly enticing to him. He’s heard some of his friends say that sometimes they smell someone across a room, and then they have to find them. They choose who to hook up with based off of things like that. But everyone just smells a little bit sour to Jeongin. All the time. No matter what.
At risk of sounding hopeless, Hyunjin is the only one he really craves. His scent is so warm, and inviting. It melds with Jeongin’s so sweetly.
“Fuck,” he complains to no one in particular. Frustrated with his situation in general. The hole he’s dug himself into.
Seungmin gives him a funny look, not questioning him, just pouring another drink from his place at the kitchen counter.
Jeongin is going to have to face it eventually. Telling Hyunjin how he feels. For now, he’ll have a drink. Seungmin so happily prepared it for him.
“Do you know when Hyunjin is coming?” he asks, gulping down half of the cup.
“No. Isn’t Hwang your area of expertise?” Seungmin snorts. “This is the first time you haven’t smelled like him in weeks.”
Jeongin scowls. He finishes off his drink, slams the cup on the counter. “Nevermind.”
Felix prances up with a cheerful little smile, but Seungmin interjects before he can even say hi, “He’s in a foul mood today, don’t bother.”
Clenching his jaw, clenching his fists, Jeongin removes himself from the conversation before he says something he’ll regret. Like, telling Felix that Seungmin wants him. Giving up his game— years of pining over someone oblivious.
He goes for the living room, hoping maybe Hyunjin will have finally arrived. He thinks he’d smell him, but he isn’t sure. Everything’s a little bit confusing when so many people are around.
“Hey, Jeongin, right?” someone grabs his arm. A handsome alpha with a killer smile.
Jeongin sighs lightly, eyes roving over the crowd, despite stopping. “Yeah. Do I know you?”
The alpha laughs, eyes shining. He smells like sour cherries. Sour, sour, sour. “No, but I know you. I keep seeing you around. I’ve been meaning to talk to you. Maybe it’s fate, hm?”
“Maybe,” Jeongin says passively. He’s still searching for Hyunjin, his heart rabbitting in his chest. Cherries and biscotti don’t pair well together.
“Are you looking for some fun tonight? Or…”
Jeongin wrinkles his nose without meaning to. “I’m waiting for my mate. He’s going to be here soon.”
Little white lie. Hyunjin used the same line to get out of work. How different could it be?
“Oh— shit— didn’t you—”
Then Jeongin smells it. Espresso and cinnamon. It overpowers everything else. Every stupid alpha between Jeongin and the other side of the room, Hyunjin just having walked though the hallway into the living room.
Jeongin relaxes for the first time all night, a long breath leaking out of him.
“He’s here. Excuse me.”
The alpha lets himself be shouldered out of the way. Jeongin doesn’t really give a fuck if he’s being rude. He’s a little drunk and a lot lovesick— and why the fuck is the crowd closing in?
Everyone is in his way. He’s trying so hard to find a way through, but it takes too fucking long. When he makes it to the other side, Hyunjin is missing again.
Anger bubbles up in Jeongin’s chest. Frustrated with himself— with his situation. He feels like he’s going insane. He is going insane.
“Has anyone seen Hyunjin?” he asks anyone around him.
Most of them shrug, but one, random girl Jeongin doesn’t know says, “Saw him head towards the bathroom with Gyu.”
Jeongin’s heart picks up. Choi Beomgyu is an omega. He’s pretty, and fun, and maybe he’s one of the people Hyunjin has helped through a heat before.
His brain goes a little hazy as he moves towards the hallway. Confirmation bias is a powerful thing, but Jeongin is too worked up to even know what implications that has right now.
What he does know, is that Choi Beomgyu is smiling, whispering into Hyunjin’s ear, getting closer to him. Too fucking close.
Hyunjin’s head turns at the last second of Jeongin’s approach. His face lights up immediately, smile breaking as he says, “Baby!”
Jeongin isn’t feeling very rational. He’s not normal at all. He practically shoves Beomgyu back, attaching himself to Hyunjin’s side.
“Back the fuck off, man,” he warns, on the edge of a growl.
“Jeonginnie,” Hyunjin gawks, brows furrowing. “What has gotten into you?”
“Chill, In. We were just talking,” Beomgyu smirks, taking another step forward again.
Jeongin does growl that time. Strong and mean. It rips out of his chest, followed immediately by a cold wash of regret. Reality coming back to him at a rapid pace now that Hyunjin is dousing him in his scent.
His cheeks set on fire, eyes brimming with tears as he swallows the painful lump in his throat. Hyunjin looks so sad— or worried— Jeongin can’t decide.
He doesn’t want to further dig himself a hole. “I’m so sorry,” he blurts, turning on his heel to flee.
Ignoring the calls of his friends as he goes. Changbin in the living room— Seungmin poking his head out of the kitchen. He holds his tears until he manages to get the fuck out of the apartment, taking the stairs down to the street as fast as he can.
There goes any chance with Hyunjin.
Hyunjin could have anyone he wants— why would he want an obsessed loser? Someone who snaps at the smallest provocation. A possessive omega? Please.
Fuck.
Jeongin swipes his arm across his cheeks. Embarrassed. Why is everything he does so fucking embarrassing? He needs his head checked. Maybe he was never meant to present at all— it sure would have saved him a hell of a lot of humiliation.
Another fresh wave of tears rolls over his cheeks, accompanied by a hiccup. He doesn’t even know where he’s going. Just somewhere to cool down, maybe. Wait until his hands stop shaking to call a cab.
“Jeonginnie! Wait!”
Jeongin chokes on his next breath, and his foot catches the edge of the curb wrong, ankle twisting as he crumples in on himself, falling into the street. The pavement scrapes against his jeans, somehow breaking most of his fall.
Tonight can’t possibly get worse.
“Oh my god, baby,” Hyunjin runs the rest of the way, on his knees beside Jeongin in an instant, checking him over for injury with careful hands. “Are you okay? What’s happened to you, sweetheart?”
Hands cradling Jeongin’s face, forcing their eyes to meet. Hyunjin’s brow is pinched, frown tugging down at his lips.
“I’m so sorry, Hyunne. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Another hiccup. More tears.
Hyunjin’s thumbs sweep away the fresh drops, face scrunching up. “Embarrass me? Baby, what are you talking about?”
“I fucking—” Jeongin lets out a wet laugh. “I growled at someone for being next to you, Hyunjin. That’s not normal for someone who’s just a friend.”
“Yennie,” Hyunjin breathes. “Oh, baby. It’s not embarrassing, love. It’s cute.”
“I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me— and I’m so confused! But the thought of anyone else belonging to either of us makes me sick!” Jeongin spills over in his distress. “Every time someone thinks you don’t belong to me I get so sad, Hyunne.”
Hyunjin’s eyes search his face. Studying. A smile spreads across his lips beautifully. Meant to be there. “I don’t want anyone to question if I belong to someone, Innie. Every time I think— maybe— you might feel the same I fall to pieces— Just tell me what you want, angel.”
There’s no point in hiding it now. Hyunjin has seen him at his worst ten times over. Jeongin has already ruined whatever chances he may have had— or, at least, he can’t make it any worse.
The truth, then.
“I want to be yours for good, Jin. I don’t know if that’s where you’re at— but I’m losing my mind, and—”
Hyunjin kisses him to shut him up. A perfect change of pace, given everything. Jeongin’s arms slide beneath Hyunjin’s, winding around his neck, pulling him closer.
Jeongin can’t help when a few more tears slip from his eyes— this time from relief. He tips his head to the side, opens up for Hyunjin to take— anything he wants.
It’s uncomfortable. Hyunjin hunched over Jeongin’s body, lying on the edge of the street. But it feels perfect, regardless. Because it’s them.
Hyunjin’s hand fits so perfectly against his jaw, and his tongue engages with Jeongin’s at just the right pressure to make Jeongin sigh happily. Completely taken. Always.
“I don’t want anyone to question if I belong to you, either,” Jeongin murmurs, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut, even when they come up for air.
The pad of Hyunjin’s thumb runs over his cheek, accompanied by a patient little giggle. A peck to his nose. “Then why are you crying, baby?”
“I don’t know,” Jeongin releases another pathetic sob. He blinks open his eyes, finding Hyunjin staring down at him with such love he might collapse if he hadn’t already. “I missed you so much— I love you so much, Jinnie. I realized. I was so scared— and I missed you so much. Minho washed all my—” hiccup. “All my clothes!”
“Oh, angel, you’ve been thinking too hard again, hm?” Hyunjin coos. He gathers Jeongin up in his arms, pulling him into his lap, directing Jeongin’s head straight to the crook of his neck. Allowing him full access to scent him. “I love you too, Jeongin. You should have called. You know I’d drop anything for you. I love you too, baby.”
Jeongin shudders, mouth dragging over Hyunjin’s skin, sucking in as much as he can. Desperate. He never wants to smell like anything else ever again.
“I’m never going to be able to speak to Beomgyu again,” he complains. “I’m so humiliated.”
Hyunjin giggles, kissing the side of his head, holding him tighter. “Everyone knows you’re just a baby. Everyone knows how possessive you are over me.”
“How?” Jeongin sounds anguished. He is anguished. How embarrassing.
“Because I’ve smelled like nothing but you for the past month, Yennie. You’ve been scent claiming me every second you possibly could.”
Oh. Jeongin hadn’t realized. He only realized Hyunjin clinging to him— but— shit. He’s definitely been worse. Subconsciously making sure Hyunjin smells like him rather than anyone else.
“Oh.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin teases. He combs his fingers through Jeongin’s hair. “Baby, I love you so much, but we should get out of the road.”
“I don’t wanna go back in there,” Jeongin buries his face further into Hyunjin’s throat.
“We don’t have to. We can go home. I’ll make sure all of your clean clothes smell like me, so Minho never ruins anything again.” He nudges Jeongin’s cheek, begging him for a kiss.
Jeongin could never deny him. Lifting up, pleasantly scent drunk, slotting their lips together.
“You’re my boyfriend now, right?” Jeongin sniffs. He knows his nose is red. He can feel it. He also knows that Hyunjin thinks he’s so cute when his nose is red, so he likes his chances.
“If you’ll have me.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jeongin mutters, smacking Hyunjin’s chest. “I told some alpha who was hitting on me that you’re my mate tonight.”
Hyunjin’s face runs through a quick flicker of emotions. Conflicted. He stiffens— loosens— stiffens again.
“Someone was hitting on you?”
“But I told them you’re my mate.”
“Okay,” Hyunjin takes a long breath. Nods. As if he’s assuring himself. “Okay. Good. Yeah. Keep saying that. I like the way it sounds.”
Jeongin looks up at him, a smile pulling at his lips for the first time all night. “We’re still in the road.”
“You distracted me.”
“You invited it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
There’s not much to say after that, and Jeongin is becoming greedy. So he just pulls his boyfriend in for another kiss, no thought in his mind of getting out of the road.
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“I don’t know if you want to see me in rut, baby. It’s not… pretty,” Hyunjin had said.
Of course, Jeongin did, in fact, want to see him in his rut. He wanted to spend it with him. He made the very strong argument that Hyunjin’s toys would never feel as good as the real thing, and Hyunjin folded.
His boyfriend loves him, what can he say?
But now Jeongin gets the hesitation.
It’s not that Hyunjin is too rough, or too aggressive, or anything of the sort. No. He’s just being so needy.
“Yennie— please— please— ple—ease— Yennie lemme fuck you. I want to get you pregnant, angel. Please, let me. Will you let me? I’ve been so good. Please, please, please!”
And then there’s the biting. Everywhere besides his scent gland. Hyunjin is marking up every bit of his skin, save for the spot they both want it most.
Hyunjin is all nippy before his knot pops, and then afterwards he sinks his teeth in, never where it will stick.
Honestly, Jeongin is kind of sick of the empty promises. They’ve talked about it extensively. When it happens it happens. They’re both more than sure of each other (The babies will have to wait a few more years, though).
But Jeongin is tired of waiting. Goddamnit, he’s needy too.
Riding Hyunjin in the middle of his bed, forehead to forehead, lazily lifting himself up and down, splitting himself over Hyunjin’s cock. Hyunjin helps him move, hands steady on his hips, kneading at his flesh. It’s sexy, and perfect, and Jeongin knows they’re almost there. He can see it in Hyunjin’s eyes.
“Jinnie?”
“Hm?” Hyunjin leans forward and pecks his lips. “Are you tired? Need me to take over?”
“No, no, I like being this close to you— I was just—” Jeongin lets out a pleased little sigh when he feels Hyunjin’s knot start to catch at his rim. “I think you should mate me. Right now. We should claim each other.”
Hyunjin’s eyes search his face, desperately. “Are you sure?”
Jeongin nods, a pathetic little whine leaving his lips. So close. “Please, Jinnie. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, angel,” Hyunjin huffs, his hands tightening on Jeongin’s hips, pulling him down to keep him in place, his knot finally pushing inside of Jeongin for real. “Fuck, I love you so much—”
Both of them cum at once, Hyunjin deep inside of Jeongin, Jeongin all over their stomachs— and then Hyunjin does it.
His head slides to the side, falling exactly where it’s meant to be, and he stakes his claim for good. Teeth latching into Jeongin’s skin, sending him over the edge again, immediately, just from the profound waves of pleasure that the feeling brings.
He chokes up, unable to cry, or moan, or do anything other than feel. Trembling, hands, arms, legs, all of it at once, his soul clicking into place with Hyunjin’s.
He’s so overcome that he almost forgets that he has to complete his half of the deal too.
Body leading for him, he falls into Hyunjin’s neck, and returns the favor.
Hyunjin groans into Jeongin’s skin, still attached to him. His arms tighten at Jeongin’s waist, cock pulsing inside of him— everything he has releasing deep in Jeongin’s core. So full he could pop.
He whines, nails dragging over Hyunjin’s back. His jaw unlatches when he’s back with himself enough to control his body. On fire. He feels like he’s been reborn— a new sort of energy running through him. Entirely happy. Completely content.
Hyunjin meets him in the middle, the slight tinge of iron on their lips, a mix of their spilled blood.
As soon as they part, Hyunjin is back on him. Lapping up the bit of mess around Jeongin’s lips, peppering his face in kisses, turning him to mush. Jeongin can’t help but giggle, chest smattered with butterfly wings.
“My mate,” Hyunjin hums, smiling as he kisses his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids. “Mine forever. Don’t forget it. You’re going to have my babies someday.”
“I will. I will. Our kids are going to hate us. Some sort of fated mate bullshit, don’t you think? The way we fit together.”
Hyunjin noses against his jaw, murmuring a soft agreement. “The perfect companion for coffee.”
Jeongin laughs, dipping his head down to catch Hyunjin’s lips again, into a slow, languid kiss. They have all the time in the world.
He unfolds his legs, careful not to jostle himself, folding them around Hyunjin’s hips. Settling in for the long haul. Hyunjin’s knot could take forever to go down if he keeps talking about their hypothetical pregnancy.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Hyunjin complains against his lips. “It’s interfering with your kissing skills.”
“‘M just thinking about how nice it’s going to be to be your mate. How everyone will know I’m taken just by looking at me,” Jeongin sighs. Purposefully riling Hyunjin up is his favorite thing in the world. “Maybe next heat we can try for that baby.”
Hyunjin groans pathetically, nearly melting under Jeongin’s hands. A big, needy baby. Jeongin’s perfect alpha.
“Stop. You’re trying to tempt me into irresponsible decisions. We need to live together first.”
“Okay, then let me move in.”
“Okay. Fine.”
And that’s that.