Now and Forever

by RoxSunshine

Summary:

Minho leans against the doorframe to admire his pack leader: Chan is starfished in his full naked glory in the middle of a lovely nest, eyes closed and purring to himself with a small smile adorning his face. Content and happy and looking like the recipient of Minho's whole desire.

Notes:

I blacked out and suddenly this was written. I don't know. I needed some wholesome Omega Chan so i took matters into my own hands

It's past mid-day by the time Minho leaves his apartment. He carries a bag full of supplies and the pack's favorite snacks, knowing fully well someone else will take the same precautions to avoid leaving Chan and Jisung's shared apartment once they've all settled. 

Ridiculously, he's buzzing with nerves. With anticipation. Spending breeding cycles together as a pack isn't an alien experience at all , not for any of them, but for some reason, when it comes to Chan Minho finds himself shot to hell and back with anxiety. 

He checks and double checks that everything is in order before exiting his car and making his way to Chan- to Chan's place . Not exactly surprised when he arrives and finds it seemingly deserted in how quiet it is. 

Minho couldn't care less about putting the snacks away, only to unpack the ice cream and jam it into the freezer before making his way where his Alpha is whining at him to get to.

The shower is running yet Minho doesn't entertain for a second the idea that Chan might be there. He has gone through this exact same dance before to be intimately aware of how each of the Omega’s heats go.

(It was a learning curve, for all of them, especially for a pack like theirs. And when it came to Chan— who was so deeply afraid of sharing his heats with anyone, (a hesitance born from past experiences) who's not only their pack Omega but also their pack leader— the learning period had involved a great deal of communication, crying and the horrifying scare of an almost-drop.)

He makes his way to Chan's room, socked feet padding on the wooden floor almost soundlessly, which is unsubstantial as Chan most definitely became aware of his presence as soon as Minho opened the front door. 

The sight that greets him makes his insides melt in a puddle of fondness. 

Minho leans against the doorframe to admire his pack leader: Chan is starfished in his full naked glory in the middle of a lovely nest, eyes closed and purring to himself with a small smile adorning his face. Content and happy and looking like the recipient of Minho's whole desire.

The nest, as always, is neatly made. Blankets upon blankets piled together, all of them tugged tight on the edges, an assembly of pillows rests on the two edges of the bed that bracket the wall. Everything he uses to build the nest must be freshly laundered and scented, a fact that explains the explosion of different colors present.

Minho makes his way into the room and the purring intensifies, a clear sign that he's welcome, and he can't help the satisfied smile which bleeds into his face. 

He doesn't dare to pay too much attention to Chan's prone form, otherwise he will find himself unable to look away and getting into the nest with his outside clothes would end up with a very upset Omega. 

Instead he takes his time getting ready, as hurrying isn't the best of tactics (doesn't matter how eager he is) because it could potentially lead to getting rejected out of the nest until he's up to Chan's standards. So Minho takes off his clothes and dutifully wipes off the day's sweat and his scent blockers with wet wipes, sprays himself with some unscented odor neutralizer and proceeds to put on clean underwear— he'll need to shower anyway, so there's no need to wear anything else. 

When he turns around he makes direct eye-contact with Chan's half lidded gaze, it makes him blush all the way down to his chest, which is ridiculous considering the situation they're in. 

It takes him three strides to make it to the edge of the nest, where he looks down at Chan with what he's sure is a gaze of pure unfiltered adoration. He awaits permission to enter as Chan barely even moves his head in acknowledgment, so completely relaxed into the blankets he can’t be bothered to do anything but rake his eyes along Minho’s body. 

Minho knows he’s deciding if the work he put on cleaning himself is good enough but, really, it only helps to make him more flustered and no doubt spike his scent. This is something that doesn’t escape Chan’s hypersensitive nose if he way his smile widens until his eyes disappear and his cheeks dent on two dimples is anything to go by. 

At last, Chan chirps and closes his eyes. That’s all he needs to start carefully climbing the nest, not wasting time to achieve his end goal and simply proceeds to bracket Chan’s body with his own.

“Hey, Hyung,” he pecks him once on the lips, “How are you feeling? Anything I can do for you before I go shower?” 

Chan doesn’t bother with a verbal response— never does during his heats, things like moving and talking take too much energy— and simply tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck to him.

Yeah, Minho can do that. He so can do it. 

It’s a methodical process. Minho likes to take his time with all of his mates, even when some of them are rather demanding and impatient (Hyunjin) or have already taken matters into their own tiny hands (Felix), he relishes in the whole romance and mushy feelings he doesn’t always let himself indulge in. 

He kisses Chan’s cheek once, twice before moving to nose at his jaw and lightly nip at the skin there, Chan's response is a stuttered sigh that makes goosebumps travel up Minho's arms all the way to the back of his neck. 

He shudders, elated. Ready to devour Chan inch by inch, to find home beneath his skin and live within the confines of his body for as long as he's permitted to do so. As he takes his earlobe between his teeth and gently tugs at it, his hands roam downwards, over the valley of Chan's soft tummy and the dip of his love handles. 

Minho is drunk with it. With his scent, with the elation of being his and being able to love him carnally, faithfully, religiously. In the only acceptable way to love Bang Chan, for it is what he deserves. 

The moment he presses his lips against Chan's scent gland, his fangs drop, his gums ache with the need to sink them down on the skin of his neck, right where he— and the rest of the pack— has marked him before.

Above Chan's head, Minho grips the blankets to center himself, to try and focus to no avail. Minho's head swims in intoxication, spurred on by the tiny almost imperceptible whimpers of the man below him. 

Fuck . 

He licks at his neck and almost whimpers himself. 

What a beautiful, terrible world to live in. Minho bites down. 

It's everything and it's nothing. He has done this before multiple times, to multiple people, in and out of their cycles and with or without an ulterior motive. 

It's everything because it's Chan becoming mush and liquid under his hands, the first real sound ripping from his throat unbidden and shameless. It fills Minho down to the very bone. It's all he ever wants to hear and feel and taste for the rest of his life.

It's nothing because it never is what he expects. What he's been bracing himself for. It's more and more and more . All the time, each time, for as long as he has called this pressure in his chest ‘love’. 

“Hyung,” says Hyunjin from the door. 

Minho releases Chan's neck and licks over the wound, he kisses the area over and over until he's satisfied. Until he can find the will to utter an acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

“It's your turn in the shower,” the pitter-patter of bare feet against the floor follows, the sound of the closet opening, then closing. 

Minho breathes . 

“Give me a minute,” heavily, he lifts his head away from Chan's neck and places a tender kiss on his cheek. All it takes is one look at his blow wide eyes, to hear the puffs of labored breath leaving his parted lips, for Minho to commit to the second temptation of the day.

A hand on Chan's jaw, holding him firmly and keeping his mouth open, and Minho is descending upon his lips. Devoting to him. Devouring him. Tasting and taking everything he's got to offer. 

Mine. Mine. Mine . 

It's impossible to let go. How could he ever achieve such a thing? When he's there for the taking, there to give back just as hard. There to love and worship and plunge himself in the embrace of his body. 

God.  

Minho pulls back and it feels like a part of his heart was left behind. 

“I love you. I'll be right back. I love you,” Chan licks his lips, sighs and chirps back. 

Minho is out of the nest before he can convince himself otherwise, before he gets lost in the bottomless depths of Chan's eyes. 

He must look as insane as he feels for Hyunjin to push him against the nearest wall and demand, with a sweet innocent smile, “Me next?” 

Minho allows Hyunjin to take and take and take until he's satisfied. Until he is coated in cherry blossoms and dazed, bordering on scent drunk with the way the Omega smushes the inside of his wrist against his scent gland while they kiss. 

Somehow, he manages to leave the two of them and head for the bathroom.

Minho takes the moment in the shower to calm himself and breathe something that isn’t Chan’s cinnamon and brown sugar scent. All his efforts are for nothing, because when he makes it back to the room, Hyunjin is on his way to worshiping every inch of Chan’s body. 

It makes him weak on the knees.

How lovely. How precious. To be in love and to be loved. 

He is invited in the nest again yet, instead of taking Chan's attention, he settles down to watch. Hyunjin is careful with his ministrations, they all are when it comes to Chan, and spends delicious time pressing an infinite amount of kisses over his tummy. 

Somewhat surprisingly, Chan lifts a hand to tangle it on Hyunjin’s hair. There's no strength behind his movement, his hand lays limply and Minho is sure it feels like nothing but the mere presence of it, but Hyunjin collapses on top of him in response. 

Minho laughs because he understands, and gets himself cozy against Chan's side. 

“When are the others arriving?” He asks.

Hyunjin shrugs, eyelids already fluttering shut, fingertips drawing invisible shapes on Chan's hip, “Seungminnie should be here soon.” 

He huffs but there's no heart behind it, so it doesn't sound like Minho is particularly annoyed by the information. The way Hyunjin giggles and presses his smile against Chan might be because he's aware of it, or simply because he's happy. Perhaps both, as Chan also starts giggling.

It is moments like these where the whole weight of Minho's life falls upon him. Here, in his pack leader’s nest, having the delight and the fortune to be sharing another cycle together, with Hyunjin purring to his heart's content, Minho feels like the luckiest person alive. 

He shifts a bit to look up at Chan, who is sporting the dopiest smile known to man and still quietly giggling to himself. Minho's chest implodes. 

There must be some kind of sound leaving his lips unbidden, as he catches Chan's attention and gets a full front view to his completely blown eyes. Gently, Minho reaches out to brush the pad of a thumb against his lower lip, “God, you're so far gone. I love you.”

Chan scrunches up his nose and nips at Minho's thumb, he growls lowly but whatever message he wanted to convey is lost when Hyunjin growls back and springs up to kiss him.

Minho lays there and drowns .

In about an hour, probably after Seungmin has arrived and has got the chance to be in the nest too, they'll need to gently coax food and water in Chan. Get him out of the clouds enough for him to decide if there are other bodily needs he has to take care of. 

In the meantime, they lay together as one, enjoying their company until Chan's heat gets to the desperate point where he's no longer satisfied by their mere presence and the mingling of their scents. 

In the meantime, they simply exist as one, and that is enough for them.