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Midterms are over and winter is gone, what means it's no longer rainy and teeth-chattering cold.
San would be having the time of his life if it weren't for one not-so-small detail—he is a horny twenty-two year old with a crush on his friend's dad—enter Jeong Yunho, single father, successful lawyer, and the neighborhood's bachelor.
Housewives sigh dreamily whenever he passes by, showering the man with meaningless small talk and smiles from ear to ear while flaunting their pheromones. It's a quite hilarious scene, but if we're gonna be honest, San is not that different from those moms.
Every time they meet and have to greet each other, typically by shaking hands because Mr. Jeong is a business man by nature, his cheeks would heat up and his panties become damp just from the sensation of his hand encasing his. He has a solid, firm grip, his palms wide and his fingers long. He always smells good, the signature woodsy cologne mixed with his scent a perfect match. Whatever brand of scent blockers he uses are not doing their job very well because San can pick up on the musky laying underneath that translucent patch above the collar of his shirt.
Being on the receiving end of that charming smile is the final blow, turning San into a hot (and wet) mess. If Yunho ever noticed, he didn't mentioned. He is too polite, too respectful, and even when he somewhat flirts back, he never goes too far. Though, San wished he'd say something. He was unashamed to say he thought about it multiple times, whether he had someone on his bed but specially when he had the dorm all to himself, his hands between his thighs all the while fantasizing about getting caught and pounded by the older man for being oh, so naughty. It always drives him to the edge, having to muffle his sounds behind his hand when he cums, his stomach cramping and his walls clenching around the knotting dildo to the thought of milking Mr. Jeong instead.
Sometimes, San would catch himself thinking about Minhyuk's other father, the one who's not in the picture before little Minhyuk even started walking.
Rumors surrounded the couple's relationship and the abandonment—Minhyuk says it doesn't bother him; that he doesn't remember him and he can't miss what he didn't have, but San has a suspicion that's not true. The only confirmed fact is that one day, he ran away, leaving Yunho and the puppy behind. Why, nobody knows.
The Jeong family is wealthy, coming from old money to be more exact. And for these sorts of people, swiping things—information and people—under the rug is easy. San doesn’t dwell on it. It's none of his business. His focus is another and he feels awful for it, but he can't help himself. He envies the other omega precisely for having been knocked up, for the fact he had the chance of carrying that sweet, handsome man's litter. Just imagining how full and bloated his load would make him feel makes San nearly drool every single time.
Claimed.
San longed for that day since he presented.
As an outsider and fellow Omega, San tried to understand his side, but the part he doesn't get is how someone can create a family and just leave. Never visit, never call. Never show up for a single birthday party of his own flesh and blood. If San was in his shoes, he would never run away.
Hiding his infatuation with Mr. Jeong from Minhyuk is already a difficult task as it is, but the proof life can always get harder is when May comes around and with it an invite from Minhyuk to spend the spring break at their beach house. He showed pictures of how magnificent the place was and San didn't think twice before saying yes, only realizing what it really meant later; two entire weeks under the same roof as Jeong Yunho. Morning, day and night. If there was better opportunity to shoot his shot, San didn't know. It was his chance. He'd be crazy not to grab it.
Mr. Jeong picked them up at uni on the next day in his sleek black Mercedes. San had to pick up his jaw from the floor when he saw him standing there. The ride wasn't easy. Being in a car with the lawyer meant being surrounded by his scent impregnated on every inch of the closed space of the vehicle and San spent the first minutes with his hand over his nose and legs crossed until his traitorous body got used to it, absentmindedly nodding to one of Minhyuk's stories, and totally obvious to how the older Jeong was observing him on the rearview mirror.
He ended up dozing off at some point near the end of the trip, drooling against the window of the car when it came to a stop. In his sleepy state, San's faintly registered Mr. Jeong instructing Minhyuk to unload the trunk and take their stuff inside because he was in the middle of a phone call and he smiled, his dream now involving the older man barking orders at him in a far more dirty scenario. He groaned in annoyance when the window he was leaning against disappeared, being replaced by someone's hand who redirects his heavy lolling head to the headrest. No… Not when the clothes were just coming off!
“San-ah, we're here.”
Attempting to blink the drowsiness away, his eyelids heavy, San makes out the figure holding the door of the car and gingerly wipes the streak of drool on his chin, the corners of Yunho's mouth curving upwards slightly.
"Five minutes." He stretches his stiff neck from the position he slept it and ends up yawning in the middle of the process, nearly missing a deep chuckle.
"Don't you want to see the house?"
San gives him a lazy smile. "Are you giving me a tour?" He tried, arching an eyebrow.
"We'll see. Get out first, your room is upstairs," Yunho replied, unfazed.
"Ah… You're no fun, Mr. Jeong," San sighed dramatically and reached for the seat belt. “I'm going, I just need to get this thing off.” he groaned in frustration.
Before he knows it, Mr. Jeong's handsome face is only a few inches away from his own. Then he realizes it; scent blockers were ditched. There is no reason for them when you are around family and friends, and San is stunned by his naivety. Didn't he make it clear already that he wants to climb this man like a tree? Doesn't he know San is a pervert? Why is he putting himself into a such a vulnerable position?
He smells even better up close, the scent gland on his neck now on level with his nose and a whiff makes his head spin, his body still sensitive and recovering from his wet dream. He doesn't realize he started to hold his breath until there is a click sound and the seat belt snaps back into his original place.
"All done." Mr. Jeong huffed out, coming to stand outside the car with a hand stretched out to help him get down. San more than willingly accepts it, every cell in his body singing when their skin touch and his long fingers engulf his. It doesn't last long, the taller man walking away to pick up his ringing phone once his feet touches the ground.
San walks to the back of the Mercedes, finding that the only thing on the trunk left is his. He didn't bring a lot so they are not heavy and he could easily carry them to the house even if he didn't frequent the gym, but he knows how much of a gentleman Yunho is. He makes a point of sighing audibly, and in a moment his knight in shining armor appears in front of him, brows furrowed in concern.
“Let me give you a hand.”
With his head still down, San bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from showing a victorious smiles and recuses with a fake grimace. Yunho is already stepping forward regardless, shoving the cellphone inside his back pocket swiftly.
“You don't have to…” San watches him take the luggage from his hands, his heart racing when their fingers brushed.
They touched again.
His inner omega swooned at the gesture despite the fact it was accidental. With how helpful and sweet the alpha was being by taking care of him, he couldn't help but feel doted on. It was delusional to think so, Jeong Yunho was kind by nature, he'd help anyone. He is not a special case. With that in mind, he fought his scent from turning sickeningly sweet and opened a polite smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Jeong.”
“Anytime.”
San watched him carry his stuff inside until he disappeared from view, deciding to make himself useful and help his friend tidy up the rest of the house. He didn't earned the tour, as not a minute later Yunho reappeared with his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear and a bunch of papers on his hands.
They didn't have much cleaning to do but it was a little dusty, and San used it to look around in the meantime. The two-storey house has floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing lots of natural lighting to come in and giving a stunning view of the beach. Easily coming straight from home decor magazine, the kitchen was fully equipped with home appliances. If he thought Minhyuk's father enjoyed cooking, his assumptions were cleared. Aside from the modern, clean-cut design of the rest of the interior, the refrigerator is filled with cutesy magnets clearly collected from a long while ago, colorful drawings, and an polaroid of an toddler Minhyuk and a younger Yunho in particular that got San cooing.
After cleaning and chatting, there were only two things left. Groceries and unpacking.
Minhyuk threw himself on the couch with a dramatic sigh, wiping sweat of his forehead.
“I'm starving.”
“Last time I checked you devoured your whole bag of chips,” San raised his brow for emphasis. “Mine included.”
“Because you said you didn't want it.”
San scoffed. “Not true. I said I was full!”
"That's literally the same thing."
The young alpha retorted, placing his arms in front of himself and wheezing when San throws one of the pillows at him.
"No it's not!"
“What are you two doing? I'm not doing the groceries alone.”
That voice makes San's movements halt. He puts the pillow down,undone the creases by patting it and standing with a overly excited 'we're coming!'.
Not sharing his enthusiam, Minhyuk groans but follows. Slowing his pace, San threads behind them, listening to the conversation.
“Dad, can I drive?”
The older alpha shoots back in a monotonous tone, like he is already tired of answering that question. “No.”
San bit his bottom lip to hold back from laughing at how quickly Minhyuk's demeanor changes.
“But your car is so much nicer than mine, it's unfair! I should at least be able to take it out for a ride sometimes. You just drive from the house to the office every single day.”
Ouch.
In the middle of the silence, the engine purred. San kept to himself, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Unfair?” was followed by an ironic laugh. “The answer is still no.”
“I told you it won't happen again. I was a little drunk, I wasn't in my right mind.”
“Minhyuk.” Mr. Jeong snapped.
It left little to no room for argument, but the younger alpha was stubborn. He glanced at the omega and his father back and forth, and knowing how alpha's egos worked, probably more irritated that he was getting scolded in front of San than anything else.
“I took care of all the repairs myself, you can't even see a single scratch anymore, dad.” he turned to the backseat. “I did, Sannie.”
It was no secret Minhyuk had crashed the G-Wagon last year. The damage wasn't bad, nobody got hurt and he got away with minor scratches, but the problem was that he was drinking that day. San valued their friendship, but even he couldn't defend his carelessness.
His lawyer father even less.
Mr. Jeong shook his head.
“No is no, Minhyuk. And not in front of the guest. Where are your manners?”
The younger scoffed, earning himself a piercing glare. San could tell Yunho was holding back because of his presence, but Minhyuk deserved that scolding. Hell, he was lucky to even have his license handed back.
“Give him some time.”
He whispered in reassurance anyway and patted his shoulder, a sympathetic smile on display that has Minhyuk blushing. San didn't pay too much attention to it, his eyes darting back to the older man like magnets. The car was already sexy, but with him inside it was just another level. He felt like a teenager with raging hormones all over again whenever he was around, especially when he got those beautiful hands on the wheel.
They stopped at the nearest supermarket and split, San and Minhyuk being in charge of the snacks and Yunho of the actual food, as he said himself.
It was supposed to go like that.
“Can we have ice cream?”
Yunho turns around only to find the omega has caught up to him and is standing by his side. His hands are clasped behind his back and his chest is puffed out, drawing his attention to it. His hoodie is open and he is not wearing anything under the cropped white t-shirt, offering a prime view of how the fabric clings to the round curves of his chest and the outline of stiff nipples poking the nearly transparent white shirt.
As if that wasn't enoug, the gap between the crop top and the dirty blue low rise jeans showcases a toned stomach and a dangling butterfly jewelry hanging from his belly button. Yunho whips his head to the opposite when he realizes what he is doing and clears his throat.
“San. You scared me,” He joked, pushing the cart and staring forward, pulling his eyes away from the omega's sculpted waist.
“Your legs are too long!"
It turns out to be a harder task than he thought. The pout is audible in San's voice and Yunho has no reason to be picturing what it looks like. He still steals a glance just to kill his curiosity, seeing the omega's rosy lips are indeed pursed in an adorable pout.
And just like that, he is a goner.
“I'll slow down.”
San grins, satisfied in seeing him take shorter strides for his sake.
“So…” he tugs at the long sleeves of his shirt, pointing with his head to the freezers.
“You know you don't need to ask. Grab whatever you want.”
San smiles. “What flavor Mr. Jeong likes?” he asked cutely, staring at the taller man while he waited for an answer, a bit bothered with how he doesn't look at him directly.
“I don't have one in particular, you pick.”
“But—”
Soft and commanding, Yunho cuts him off.
“It's my treat. No buts.”
His words are final and heat coils in San's stomach. It was most likely not the intention, but the commanding tone still makes his brain go all fuzzy for a second.
He wills himself enough to answer, clearing his throat before muttering a quiet yes, sir. Raising his eyes from the floor in favor of admiring Mr. Jeong's side profile, San couldn't help but wonder; is he this bossy in bed too?
“The ice cream, San…” his deep voice brings him back to the present. “We don't have all night.”
Blowing slightly, he ran to the dairy section, opening the freezer and scanning his options before bending down to get the mint chocolate one. He looked over his shoulder before standing up, a smile crawling on his lips when he catches Minhyuk's dad staring at his ass. He appeared before San could tease him about it, only being able to see him avert his gaze and rub his nape before he got dragged to the other side of the store. They got the rest of the items of the list together and Minhyuk's father didn't lay an eye on him for longer than two seconds that night, but San still considered it a pretty satisfactory progress.
♡♡♡
Sat on top of the counter, San swings his legs while watching Yunho move around in the kitchen. Minhyuk was still in bed snoring when he came down, drawn by the scent of coffee and pancakes just to be greeted by the domestic sight of the alpha cooking. Not to mention the blessed vision of his ass in tight black slack— but that was just the feral slutty omega inside him talking.
Unlike the two college students, Yunho doesn't have the privilege of sleeping in and while San had the habit of jogging in the morning, he pushed it forward and went downstairs before changing from his PJs on purpose.
“Isn't it tiring drive to the firm from here?” he asked, sipping on his coffee—in a mug that reads a corny but cute best dad ever on it.
The older man pondered, adding the last ingredient in carefully before starting to talk.
“A little but I don't mind it. It's quite relaxing if you don't mind the traffic…”
He turned around while speaking, his eyes falling on San's legs when he trailed off. San bit off a smile, crossing his legs on top of each other and letting the oversized graphic t-shirt rise over his thighs. He was never the type to wear pants to bed. He contemplated before getting downstairs, wondering if it would come off too strong, but Mr. Jeong didn't look like he was complaining. He slowly raised his eyes back to his face before turning around and going back to his activities.
“It's been a tradition to bring Minhyuk here ever since he was a kid. I have so many adorable photos, I can get them later if you want. I'm pretty sure they're here somewhere, if my memory is not failing me.” He jerked his head like it would help remembering.
San smiled at his reaction and got down from the counter, one slow step after the other until he stopped by the alpha's side, their shoulders bumping together.
“I'd like that very much. Mr. Jeong?”
“Yes, San-ah?”
He gave the older man a coy smile when he glanced at the little to no space between them.
"I just wanted to say I think you are a really good father,” he said, a smile plastered on his face while the older man silently stares at him, his cheeks heating up the longer he has his attention. It elicits a load of satisfied pheromones out of him and he could control them if he wanted, but he doesn't, not when he can smell the alpha returning them and see his jaw tighten. “I haven't told you this before, have I?”
Uncertain, San catched his bottom lip between his teeth and released it slowly from its grip. Yunho blinked like he just got out of a trance and shook his head.
“Thank you. I just think it's super important to create good memories.”
San agreed with an empathetic frown on his face. Raising his hand, he gives the alpha's biceps a light squeeze, feeling the muscle tense under his fingertips.
“It must've been really hard…” A caress. And another. The next words rolled out of his tongue with a low purr. “You're really cool, Mr. Jeong. I can't imagine how difficult it was to raise a baby all by yourself, how lonely…”
Yunho’s ears assumed a bright hue to them and with his free arm not held by the omega grabby little paws, he loosened his tie. San watched him attentively, grasping his every reaction.
“I had help, despite the circumstances my parents were very supportive.”
San nodded in understanding, smiling condescendingly when their eyes met again. When he let his tongue peek out to wet his lips, the action was followed by Yu há eyes simultaneously.
“I bet they were, Minhyuk talks a lot about his grandparents,” something in the air smells off. He wrinkled his nose, frowning. “Is that the pancakes?”
“Oh!”
Yunho hurried to flip the burning pancakes and a broad smile takes over the omega's face. He feels him up a little bit more while he does damage control, taking advantage of the distraction. Feeling the taut muscles even over the soft layer of cotton is enough to make his mouth water, and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy the chance.
“Are they ruined?” he faked concern.
A grown man shouldn't be this cute, but the little frustrated frown on Yunho's face still has him cooing.
“Not all of them.”
He gestured to the other batch and rubs his nape, clearly frustrated.
“It's okay…” San replied, massaging his shoulder one more time before sliding his hand down his arm, not missing the small shudder.
He brought his hand up to nibble at the tip of his thumb, admiring the man when he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to begin to wash the dishes and sighing to himself, the veins on his forearm making his mouth water. Barely managing to stop himself before it became too obvious he was ogling at how the white button up hugged his broad shoulders to perfection. Looking away, he noticed the leftovers of the pancake batter and reached for it, pressing his chest to Yunho's arm in the process and ignoring his “hey!” in favor of popping the batter-coated finger in his mouth and sucking on it, moaning at the sweet flavor with his eyes closed.
His pebbled nipples poke the fabric of his shirt just from the friction against the older man's arms and he savors the contact, a little giddy on the inside because it was the first time they've touched so much in such a short span of time.
“How does it taste?”
The deep honeyed voice brought him back and he pulled the finger off with a loud wet pop, looking at the older man from under his lashes while he did so.
“Really good.”
“Is that so?” Mr. Jeong hummed, eyes darting between his lips and his eyes until he brought his thumb to the corner of his mouth, wiping a stray drop. San could barely breathe for the seconds he touched his face, savoring the warmth of his big nice hand lingering under his chin. He tips it up, seeming to check for any more trace, before withdrawing. “You got a little something there.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, dabbing the corners of his lips with his own fingers for good measure. Yunho observed him, a tiny smile tugging the corners of his mouth up at his mannerisms. “Do you mind giving me some tips? We have a lot of take-out at the dorm. Your son is worse than me in the kitchen.”
Yunho shifted his attention to the dishes with a mere hum and San wanted to whine at the lack of his attention but he controlled himself, wondering what he did wrong instead. He leaned on the counter with his upper body, placing his chin under his hands.
“Where is he? Did you two go to bed late last night?”
“I was super tired from the car ride but he convinced me, said we should enjoy our freedom or whatever,” he rolled his eyes and added. “He was still playing when I fell asleep, if you want to know.”
Yunho frowned, disapproval evident in his face. Drying his hands, he turns to him. The shine of his belt catches under the light, practically hypnotizing him.
“Tsk, that kid... San-ah, you're a good boy, don't let my son's behavior rub off on you, okay?”
Warmth rushed to his face and he squeaked out a tiny agreement before turning around, feeling hot between his legs and subtly squeezing his thighs together to keep the smell of his arousal under control. He started to set the table, pretending the two little words were not replaying inside his head like a broken record.
What wouldn't he do to be his good boy.
“I'm glad you are here, San.”
His hands trembled around the plate and he carefully put it down, tilting his head to the side. “You are?”
“Me and my son, I mean. We are both happy to have you here.”
San's smile wavered and he nodded to indicate he was listening, catching his bottom lip between his teeth in a nervous habit.
“He's been thinking about asking you for a while." Yunho stopped on his tracks and cursed softly under his breath. “Ah, I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Pretend you never heard it. It's been quite lonely the past few years for the two of us, it's a good thing someone else is here for a change. Kids. they grow up so fast. He is probably tired of this old man.”
An airy laugh escaped San's lips.
“You're not old.”
Yunho waved his hand dismissively.
“You don't have to be polite.”
San rolled his eyes.
“I'm not. You make it sound like thirty-nine is ancient!”
Fine. Maybe it is. But for San, he is the perfect age. So, he says it.
“I don't mind.”
It was spoken quietly. If it wasn't for their heightened senses, maybe Yunho wouldn't have caught it. Whether he did or not, before San could take it back and shuffle awkwardly to the guest room, there was undeniable proof. For a second, he can smell it—a spike in Mr. Jeong's always so neutral and controlled scent that lasts so little but makes San feel warm and bothered all over. He regrets his choice of clothing now, knowing that his skimpy pair of panties couldn't possibly mask the scent of his arousal if it started to leak, which doesn't seem so difficult considering how responsive his body is to the lawyer every action.
“What did you say?”
The deep baritone of his voice makes his heart race, goosebumps traveling on his skin.
Mr. Jeong examined him from head to toe, his eyes lingering the most on the smooth, bare legs. San felt already so exposed with his shirt barely reaching his mid thighs, but it was something about the way Yunho stopped looking directly into his eyes instead of his body while waiting for an answer that had him squirming and vulnerable under his gaze, as if he could tell all the dirty, vile thoughts San has about him.
It also catches him off guard, since it is the first time the man chooses not to ignore his advances.
“Nothing,” he blurted out, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and avoiding the older man's gaze. “Wow, would you look at the hour? Aren't you going to be late?”
“I could be your father.”
When he says that, it is a statement more than anything else. San can't say he is wrong because that would be a lie. He is only a year older than Minhyuk. He is pretty much aware of it, but he can't find it to stop himself over such detail.
Jeong Yunho has what pretty much all omegas look for in a mate. He gives off alpha in every sense of the word; reliable, charming, a natural born leader, and his freaking damn scent. Masculine, powerful, but without being overbearing. Nobody likes headaches. He is smart and successful in his career, not to mention handsome and easy to spot in a crowd due to his height. For a father, he still holds a boyish charm to his looks with round brown eyes.
“I know,” San breathed out, stealing a peak at the older man from under his lashes, a smile lifting the corners of his lips at the troubled expression in his face. “But you're not.”
Yunho tilted his head to the side, eyebrows knitted together.
“That's right.” He hesitated, tilting his wrist to check his watch. “I have to go. Don't skip your meals.”
San agreed with a nod and hid his flushed cheeks by bringing his hand to cover the lower half of his face.
“Leaving already? Why don't you grab a bite first? Just coffee can't be healthy...” he pursed his lips, wrecking his brain trying to find an excuse to make the alpha stay around a little longer.
He showed him a container with food, slipping it inside his backpack before getting his briefcase.
“Oh. I see.” San murmured. He should have figured eating at home wouldn't be efficient time wise speaking. He is sulking when a large hand lands on his head—Mr. Jeong is ruffling his hair.
“Don't pout. I'll see you later, San-ah.”
Cheeks ablaze, San is fixing the strands that had fallen in front of his eyes when the older man walks away. On a volume barely above a whisper, San calls out after him.
“See you, Mr. Jeong.”
Minhyuk appeared a few minutes later, groggy with sleep. He draped himself around San, saying he smelled good. The omega cracked up and shoved him off without thinking too deeply about it, used to receive praises towards his scent already.
After the sun went down and too many episodes of a sitcom later, Yunho returned. His scent, uncharacteristically sour and heavy all of sudden, accompanied him as he entered the house. Shoulders slump, it didn't seem like he had a good day or was in a great mood, but he still stopped to greet the two boys before disappearing in the direction of the porch.
San greeted him back with a small smile, too shy to do or say anything else, more so when Minhyuk was right there. He wiggled his legs from where they were dangling on the armchair, curiosity getting the best of him as he turned to his friend.
“Is he okay?” He pondered out loud, following the older man with his eyes outside and watching as he poured himself a glass of amber colored liquid, seeming to be lost gazing into the distance and at the beach. “I think he's… drinking?”
Which was surprising, considering the fair share of holidays he already spent with the Jeongs, always being dragged to by Minhyuk along the last year. Mr. Jeong always stuck to good ol’ water. Once, he sipped on a single glass of champagne at New Year's eve.
Minhyuk paused the movie.
“He'll be fine, don't mind him. He won't stink up the house and hurt your sensitive little nose.” He pointed out teasingly, pressing play after.
“That's not the problem,” San insisted, ignoring the snark remark. “Don't you think something is off?”
The TV paused again and together with the silence, a long sigh resonated from the younger alpha.
“You sound so concerned. Why don't you go there and ask him yourself?”
“What? I'm not doing that.”
“What's the matter then? It's just my dad.”
San blushes, feeling grateful for the lights being off and the darkness not exposing him. He ignores Minhyuk's comment, keeping silent and curling on himself in the big chair. He takes another look outside, his frown deepening as he stares at the strong lines of Yunho's shoulders and how tense they look.
“I just—”
“Can we just watch the damn movie? Why are you so worked up? He's grown. He can figure his shit out.” Minhyuk interrupted, annoyance creeping in his tone.
“I'm not worked up.” San answered in one beat, swallowing dry.
Minhyuk replied curtly, playing start on the episode.
San doesn’t like the word sensitive.
He hates being tied to that trait due to his subgenre, but he also feels it very deeply when people speak harshly with him. Minhyuk has the habit of doing that. When he has a bad day he can be spoiled and entitled, frankly speaking. But he is not all that bad. San stuck around for the good, playful side of him—and his super hot dad, of course—he is not easy to deal with. Prioritizing being a good guest, he refrained from snapping at Minhyuk, only making small talk. He couldn't fight over such a small thing. After all, he intends on spending the rest of the break in their house.
He waited for dinner and thanked Mr. Jeong for the food, praising the dishes here and there and practically hearing Minhyuk roll his eyes. He excused himself and went to the porch after he was done, sitting on one of the nice wide chairs, enjoying the light night breeze and the quiet and even closing his eyes. A sound coming from his right makes him stir up and he turns his head to find Yunho standing at the half opened door, peeking his head outside.
“I hope I'm not bothering you.”
“No, please. This is your house.”
Yunho takes the chair next to him, crossing his leg over another and supporting a book on his knee. San tries not to stare, but he is a little too obsessed not to. His eyes travel without his consent to where black slacks constricts around strong thighs, wrapped tight around well built muscles. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips, suddenly dry.
“When did you dye it?”
He tears his gaze from them and blinks at the older man, surprised to find his eyes locked on him.
“What?”
Yunho raises his hand and takes a strand of pink hair between his fingers. The proximity makes San's breath catch in his throat but he quickly recovers.
“Oh! Last month.” Since then, a portion of the initial strong shade of pink had faded into a pale color, so he's been a little self-conscious.
“It suits you.”
“You think so?” The omega grinned, relieved, running his hand through his hair to push it back and lean on the older man's armchair, invading his space a little just because he can.
The older man doesn't flinch or shy away, a soft smile playing on his lips as he studies him, his round dark eyes making it impossible to look away. Not like San wanted to.
“I do. Was it your idea?”
“Mmh!” he affirmed. “I thought– why not try out fun colors before I graduate?”
“Makes sense.” Yunho’s eyes linger on the omega's hair and face for a little more before he sits back, moisturizing his lips with the tip of his tongue. “I'll be hosting dinner tomorrow. Nothing big. My parents and a few relatives only.”
“They must miss you guys.”
“Mmh. Look, my brother, he… can be sort of unfortunate towards omegas sometimes. You don't have to stick around if you don't want to.”
San frowns, wondering what could be so bad. “But I like your mom so much.” He murmured sadly. The woman is just the sweetest.
“I know, just be careful around him,” His voice deepens. “Promise me, San.”
The change of mood has him straightening up, trying to get a hold of himself so his heart thumping in his chest like crazy can't be heard.
“I promise.”
♡♡♡
San knows what Yunho was talking about the moment Daeho walks through the door with a beautiful blonde omega, probably a model, on his arm. He is not an ugly guy. He resembles his Mr. Jeong, the hair, the nose. But his eyes are half-lidded and he wears a permanent lazy smile on his lips. A manhwore—just the type San despises. He is ready to postpone their meeting for as long as possible, but Minhyuk cheers up at the sight of his uncle.
“My boy! How have you been? Getting a lot of.” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and San does his best not to let his whole face scrunch up in disgust. “I hope?”
Minhyuk laughed and joke around back. They click, the two of them, San realizes. He must be the cool, fun uncle of the family in his eyes. Their sister, also an alpha— the family gene impeccable for generations—is around the house somewhere too and in San's opinion, she's the real deal. Recently appointed as the head of JT enterprises after their father retired, she is easily one of the coolest people in San's social circle. Focused and reserved, much like Yunho, but absolutely loyal with friends and family. He is looking around in hope to find her when the other sibling catches his attention, the stunning blonde nowhere in sight anymore.
“Now who is this beauty?”
He is smirking as he is stepping in his space, leaning forward in what's probably an attempt to greet him with a cheek kiss. Remembering Yunho’s words, San cautiously takes a step back and extends his hand, keeping an arm span of distance between them and plastering a fake smile on his face.
“Choi San,” he answered, continuing with a bite of humor. “Wow, you were coming quite close.”
The alpha appraises him from head to toe without a lot of description, still holding his hand. His palm is becoming quite sweaty. Ew.
“My mistake. I just came back from Europe," is he trying to show off? He takes his polite smile as an opportunity to continue. “It's a pleasure to meet you, San-ssi. You must have heard of me already, right? I'm the youngest son of the Jeong group and I'm currently in charge of the marketing team…”
Blah, blah, blah. San nods and feigns an impressed expressions nonetheless, but he is taking too long and sort of crushing his hand. He shakes their joined hands one more time before tugging it back. The alpha begrudgingly loosens his grip and lets him go, a scowl flickering behind his trained smile. He must be used to having men and women throwing themselves at his feet with that reaction.
“Are you here as my brother's guest?”
San cocks his head to the side, not quite understanding what that question is supposed to mean. Minhyuk is the one who speaks up, turning red in the face for some reason.
“He is my hyung! The one I told you about…” he whispers the last part in his uncle's ear, who looks at San and chuckles.
“I should go see Yunho now. We'll talk more later, baby bear,” He pats his nephew's shoulder and pauses when he is about to pass through San, placing his hand on his lower back for a second. “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”
Chills.
“He is so cool, right? I want to travel around the world too. He said he's taking me together next time.”
There is a shine in Minhyuk's eyes when he says it and San feels too bad to say anything else, so he forces a smile and agrees.
Dinner couldn't come by quicker. The food was delicious and he was seated between Ms. Jeong and the eldest sister the whole time, so they were able to chat comfortably. Daeho is not far and takes advantage of that when people start to stand up and spread around the house.
“Hello again.” He called out, spreading his arm across the back of the chair.
San looks up from his phone with a close-lipped smile. Fuck. He didn't realize they were left alone at all.
“Daeho-ssi.”
“You're in Minhyuk's class, am I right?”
“Right. We're roommates.”
A creepy smile spreads over his lips.
“How convenient.”
He furrowed his brows. “What for?”
The other skips the few seats between them, sitting next to him. He has a clue of what's going on, but nothing could prepare him for the next thing he says.
“You haven't slept with him yet, have you?”
“Excuse me?”
“I'll take that as a no,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyeing him up and down once again in a way that made dread roll under his skin. Reaching in his pocket, he slid what appearead to be a business card on the table. “Call me. Don't waste your time with the baby alpha.”
The feet of the chair makes a screeching noise against the floor when San stands, disbelief making his blood boil.
“This is none of your business, but your nephew and I are just good friends. And I'm not interested. Is that all, Daeho-ssi?”
That throws him off. His beautiful face contorts into an ugly scowl, none of the pleasantries from before present anymore.
“I'm offering you a good time, you should be thankful. Tsk, male omegas aren't even that rare anymore.”
San started to laugh. It seems to irritate the—sorry excuse of a—alpha in front of him more, but he literally couldn't care less.
“You can give it to the girl you came with, thank you. Where is she anyway?” he asks, pretending to look around confused.
“She left." He said through gritted teeth, turning red.
Forming an O shape with his mouth, San snorted. “Can't blame her.”
The alpha got up, yanking his coat from the back of the chair and mumbling a low "bitch" under his breath. Standing in the middle of the room for a moment, refusing to believe his ears, San stormed out of the dining room ready to go after him and slap some sense in that botched face, gasping when he collides into something. Or better, someone.
“Hey, hey. Is everything alright?”
Yunho’s voice is soothing to his ears. The tension slips from his body under the feel of his hands on his shoulders and he buries his head in the older man's chest without a word. He doesn't care if they're in the middle of the hallway, hugging his waist like a koala, the fine material of his shirt crumbling between his fingers.
“It's okay. Tell me what happened, darling.”
Mr. Jeong embraces him tenderly, caressing the top of his head with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. San is not crying, barely upset as it was not the first time he suffered from something similar, but he couldn't deny himself the nearly paternal hug even if it was for a second.
Not wanting to take advantage of his kindness that much, he separates himself first and blurts out.
“Your brother is a jerk.”
“What did he do? I shouldn't have let him out of my sight,” guilt flashes in his face before it transforms into anger. “I'll have a talk with him. How dare he...”
He holds Yunho’s arm, stopping him.
“It's fine. He just said stupid things and gave me his number.”
“What sort of things?" Yunho insisted, looking more pissed upon the new information and searching for his brother in the midst of people further in the hallway. San slipped his hand into his, squeezing it in reassurance.
“Mr. Jeong, I'm okay. I swear.”
The older man settled his lips into a thin line. His eyes roamed over his face and clothes, carefully examining him. San was pretty sure he could even spot a strand of hair out of place.
“Are you sure?”
San nodded, amused but trying not to let it show.
“If you say so.”
By his expression alone, San could tell he wasn't forgetting it so soon.
“Did you take it?” He grumbled. Puzzled, San stared at him, their hands still clasped onto each other. Lowly, Mr. Jeong explained. “His number.”
“No,” He wrinkled his nose. Yunho sighed audibly, looking satisfied with what he heard. The corners of San's lips curled upwards and he rocked their intertwined hands playfully. “Are you jealous?”
At that, the older man untangled their hands and crossed his arms over his chest, looking away. He managed to dodge the topic like a pro.
“He is not suitable for you.”
Oh. Now that's something.
“Who or what exactly would be suitable for me, Mr. Jeong?”
He stepped forward, putting his hands on his hips and craning his neck to meet his eyes. Yunho looks at him, his eyes softening a bit.
“Someone who will marry you and cherish you. Who doesn't jump from bed to bed, certainly.”
He clenched his teeth, as if the mere idea was too despising to even consider. His answer brings one of the few sincere smiles of the night to San's face.
“Noted.”
Someone to marry, he said.
San hated his big mouth as soon as he started speaking again.
“Earlier, your mother was talking about how you could've gotten the company if you weren't single. Do you… don't you think about marriage, Mr. Jeong?”
Yunho's jaw tighened, his stance becoming even more closed. San was about to apologize when he opened his mouth.
“It wouldn't be mine either way, not with Minhyuk being born out of wedlock and Hye—” he stopped himself abruptly, snapping his jaw shut. “With the whole situation. Wouldn't look good in the tabloids. I never wanted it, so you don't have to feel sorry for me, sweetheart.”
San didn't know what he was thinking when he asked that. It's not like he expected Yunho to fall on his knees and propose, but he also wanted to hear he was ready for a serious relationship. That maybe they could have a chance. He has liked him for a long time. He liked him more than he wanted to get in his pants. He was deep in thoughts with the realization when Yunho spoke.
“I feel awful that he ruined your night. Can I accompany you to your room, if that's okay? You look so shaken, poor boy.” he trailed off, touching his arm in a comforting manner and an all to know concerned crease between his eyebrows.
So he looked shaken? Certainly not because of the reason he is thinking.
San should say that Daeho had left and was likely far away by now, but when he looks at the warm brown eyes and breathes in the soothing pheromones he is releasing to comfort him, he can't refrain himself from saying, “Yes, please.”
They walked in silence until they stopped in front of his bedroom. Blood rushes to his cheeks when he realizes how close it is to the cliche of dropping your date in front of their house.
Building courage, he stretched his arm and held onto the alpha's hand before tiptoeing to softly press his lips against his cheek.
“Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Jeong.”
To his delight, Yunho's face gained the same color.
“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
♡♡♡
Moist, the sand sinks under San's feet. He wiggles his toes in it, getting goosebumps when icy water splashes against his skin. Already regretting his decision he takes a step back, making a surprised sound when his back meets a hard chest and consequently stumbling backwards.
“Careful.”
Hands lay firmly on his waist, steadying him. The deep voice is a bit muffled underneath the sound of the ocean behind them, but San has no difficulty recognizing the owner before he even turns around.
“Oops. Hi, Mr. Jeong.”
A smile spreads across his face. His eyes roam through the rest of Yunho's body Underneath a long brown coat, a white button up clings to his body with the force of the wind, hugging his waist and giving him a peek of sharp collarbones. He looks good enough to eat—not that San thought he could look bad in anything. It was impossible.
“What brings you out here?”
Shyly hiding behind the clouds, the sun disappears. It was becoming chilly enough that San regretted not bringing a jacket with him, resorting to wrapping his own arms around himself instead.
“The sunset!” he points with his head at the sky, raising his voice a little because it is indeed hard to hear each other. Noticing the briefcase on the ground, he asks. “Did you just get home, Mr. Jeong?”
"Yeah."
Lifting his gaze, San is caught off guard when he finds the alpha looking directly at him. He is about to ask what's wrong when Yunho blinks and opens his mouth first.
"You're probably sick of hearing me ask this one more time, but are you really okay after last night?"
Oh, so it's about that. It's a bit uncomfortable, but Yunho looks so concerned and it's so endearing that San feels like he owns him the truth, even when the real reason why he end up the night distraught wasn't because of his brother but him, instead. So, a half of it.
"It's fine, I swear. He was just hitting on me and… basically, implying that I slept with Minhyuk." He crosses his arms over his chest, keeping his eyes on the ground. "Which is nonsense, you know? Minhyuk is like a brother to me, I swear. I would never do something like that. God, you probably don't wanna hear about your son like this."
Yunho places his hand on the omega's shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze. San looks up at him, releasing a sigh when he notices he is not in trouble. Not that he expected to, but still.
"I trust you, San-ah. You don't have to explain yourself."
"I know, it's just… Thank you, Mr. Jeong."
“You don't have to thank me, and I told you're allowed to use my name. There's no need to be so formal, alright?”
Shaking his head, the omega denies.
“But it feels wrong!” he whispered like the idea was absurd, hand cupped beside his mouth.
Yunho huffed out an amused laugh. “Why?”
San struggles to come up with an answer, his mouth becoming dry when the older man pulls his coat down his shoulders so effortlessly and smoothly that the part of his brain where his thoughts are supposed to form turns blank for a good second.
“Because I said so,” he dragged his eyes back to his face. “I can't call you hyung, it feels too… intimate. And you're not sunbae either, you know.”
His eyes widen nearly comically when the heavy coat—Yunho's coat—is wrapped around his shoulders. It's soaked in his pheromones and San can physically feel his knees go weak. That's how strong his effect over him is.
“You were shivering.”
He tightens it around him to make sure he is protected against the wind, all serious and responsible all of sudden and if that's not the sexiest, sweetest thing a man has ever done for him, San doesn't know what is. His shivering does come to a stop and getting himself together, he whips out his good manners, staring at the older man with doe eyes.
“Thank you, Mr. Jeong.”
“You're welcome, sweetheart,” he says, his gaze flickering over his face. Mimicking his whispering, Mr. Jeong leans in with his upper body, decreasing the distance between them. “I can't change your mind, can I?”
It gives San a whiff of his perfume and allows him to take in details of his skin almost perfectly if it weren't for the hour—from the charming thin lines of age starting to show up by on the corner of his eyes to the barely there shadow of stubble on his chin that he would die to feel scratching his skin. His throat bobs with the strength it takes to not kiss him right there. Instead, he tips up his chin, feeling their breath mingle together when he does so and Yunho's hitch.
“No.” He pronounces it clearly.
A smile bloomed on the older man's face before he laughed softly, seeming rather entertained with the answer, and the omega found himself laughing along. When he stands to his full height, San already misses him.
“Fine. Were you heading back inside, darling?”
As he talks, he brushes a rebellious pink strand of hair away from the omega's eyes. Blood rushes to San's cheeks instantly and he pulls at the coat around him like it could shield his blushing self from Mr. Jeong's laser Dad eyesight.
It doesn't.
“Yeah, it's over already,” San signaled to the darkening pink sky. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he shrugs. “Unless you want to, I don't know, talk. I can stay.”
He is babbling. Yunho's facial expression doesn't change, except for a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. San wished so desperately he could tell what was going through that head of his. It would make his life way less complicated.
“You can go. It's only going to get colder at night, so stay warm.”
San's shoulders dropped. Hoping he doesn't sound as disappointed as he feels when he says OK. Yunho picks up his briefcase and starts walking, so San follows him. When he catches up and they are walking side by side, their hands brush against each other—just a light, harmless touch of the knuckles. Mr. Jeong can pull away, put his hands on his pockets, but he doesn't. Biting back a smile, San stops on the first step of the stairs that leads to the porch and turns around, confused when he sees the other has stopped.
“You're not coming?”
Yunho shakes his head. San takes off his coat—begrudgingly, as it would be a fantastic addition to his nest— and hands it back, touching the alpha's hand in the process on purpose.
“You really should come inside, too.” San suggests with a pout, cocking his head to the side cutely. It works with most alphas. Guaranteed, Mr. Jeong wavers, the lightest shade of pink surging on his cheeks.
“I'm sorry. I have a phone call to make.”
San sighed. “You and your phone calls. You just got home…”
“I know, it's life,” he answered in a monotonous tone. He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes worse than before, and the urge to cradle his head on his lap and stroke his soft-looking brown hair makes San's chest tighten. “Get inside, Sannie. I'll be back in a minute.”
Eyes softening, San nodded and looked at him for one long second before entering the house.