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no1likeme is LIVE!
Seonghwa hates how his stomach churns at the flashing notification from the now-familiar website he’s found a couple of days ago. He sighs, grabbing his headphones and sliding them over his dark hair.
He had stumbled across the website a week ago, his nightly sessions having quickly become a habit. The first night, Seonghwa had scrolled for almost an hour before he stumbled upon the camboy he’s pulling up on his phone now.
Seonghwa was never one for watching cam-models — or at least, he thought he wasn’t. Only recently had he changed his mind.
Because no1likeme looks like such a pretty omega on his streams. He doesn’t show his face, they never do and Seonghwa knows that, but he strictly only streams from the chest down.
Today isn’t any different. Seonghwa is greeted with tanned, smooth thighs decorated with lace stockings. A nice blue color that makes the omega’s body look all the more alluring, even through a phone screen. Seonghwa doesn’t touch himself from the beginning, he never does, and neither does the camboy on his phone. Instead, no1likeme teases his fingers along his body as he responds to comments people type up to him.
Even though he can’t see his face, Seonghwa thinks his voice is heavenly.
He doesn’t comment much either. Not unless the omega on screen does something to make his alpha growl in desire. That’s only happened once so far, the week Seonghwa found him. He had joined midstream and was greeted by the omega opening up on a knotted dildo, stretching him until the knot popped past his rim.
Seonghwa likes to think the breathless giggle had been at him when he commented pup took that so well.
So, call Seonghwa hooked because he tunes into no1likeme’s streams every Thursday at seven sharp, and comes hard each and every time.
Seonghwa is trying to fight the heat in his cheeks when his best friend, Hongjoong, joins him at the table. It would be comical how his omega best friend looks at him, his honey scent spiking in curiosity, if Seonghwa wasn’t trembling at the knees from the stream he just watched. Not even a full hour ago.
But alas, Hongjoong had called and Seonghwa came running.
“You look like a mess.” The omega comments, sniffing the air around Seonghwa.
Seonghwa just playfully pushes him away, knowing how bad he must smell. “Says you.”
If Seonghwa wasn’t trying so hard to keep himself in check, he would’ve noticed the way Hongjoong’s cheeks pinken at the comment. How he shoves his half dyed black and white hair off of his forehead. Or maybe the slight tremor in his thighs.
“You alphas and your heavy scents,” Hongjoong decides to say instead.
“It's not my fault your nose is sensitive.” Seonghwa scowls. “Why did you call me here anyway?” The cafe they’re at is a solid halfway point between their two apartments. It’s not too busy at this time of day, but Seonghwa assumes that were this conversation as important as Hongjoong made it out to be, that they would’ve met at Hongjoong’s place.
Hongjoong looks at Seonghwa, fairly unimpressed, and the alpha can’t even blame him. But he’s hot and Hongjoong had called him in the middle of an orgasm. One he had to try to not think too hard about — the way he almost knotted in his hand, thinking of Hongjoong in the blue lace stockings his favorite camboy wears.
Seonghwa watches with glazed over eyes as Hongjoong crosses his legs, the spider web tattoo he has on his left thigh stark against tanned skin. He pointedly ignores the amused eyes that are looking at him.
“I need your help.” The omega finally says and Seonghwa scoffs.
“What now?” His ears perk up at the sound of a whine falling past the omega’s pouty lips.
“You’re so mean,” Hongjoong huffs, like a toddler having a tantrum. His legs are still crossed but with all his movement, his shirt has ridden up. “Just come over this weekend and I'll tell you then.”
With furrowed eyebrows, Seonghwa asks, “Why won’t you tell me now?”
“Because then you’ll be annoying and say no,” is his response. Although the flush of his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by the alpha.
Seonghwa shrugs, unbothered. “Fine. I’ll swing by this weekend.”
“Thank you,” Hongjoong looks at him then, and there’s this pause, both of them staring, waiting for the other to break it. It’s unsettling.
Because Seonghwa has never looked or thought about Hongjoong the way he has recently. They were best friends, dammit. Way before they even presented.
Seonghwa is the one that ends their little staring contest, clearing his throat as he pushes his damp hair back. Summer heat never did well for his hair. Hongjoong just watches, eyes wide and bright, honey scent flourishing just a bit.
Seonghwa turns to his friend to bid him goodbye, but he pauses at the look on his face. He’s been quiet, but his scent is as potent as ever, more than usual. He raises a brow in curiosity and confusion. In all his years of knowing Hongjoong, he has never seen him look so small. Even for an omega, he’s headstrong. He doesn’t take shit from anyone, and the last thing he ever wants is for anyone to feel the need to take care of him or pity him.
The Hongjoong in front of him looks uncertain about something, a distance between them that Seonghwa has never felt before. Before he can call it out, Hongjoong schools his face into something more familiar. More him.
The shorter man stands, tilting his head with a small smile. “I’ll see you later.” Then he’s gone, honey scent curling around Seonghwa like he just bathed in it.
The two of them have been friends for as long as Seonghwa could remember. They had clicked instantly, a familiarity that had at first scared Seonghwa, but he took it in stride. It wasn’t a problem then.
There was always this pull he could feel towards the other man, something he could never put his finger on. Everyone around him just chalked it up to them being super close, attached at the hip, platonic soulmates. Seonghwa had agreed back then, although he never said how the word platonic left a bitter taste in his mouth.
They met in highschool, went to the same college, although in different majors. Even now with Seonghwa’s career as a freelance artist and Hongjoong as a pretty well known producer, they’re as close as ever. Nothing ever came between them.
When they both presented, it was a shit show, to say the least. The first whiff of Hongjoong’s scent had almost sent Seonghwa into an early rut, and even though his friends like to say it did, Seonghwa likes to keep his recollection of events, thank you.
Not only that, the first time Hongjoong had come out looking a bit meek after his presentation and Seonghwa had growled in distress thinking about how to help his friend, Hongjoong had whimpered in response. Something, then, had shifted.
They weren’t strangers to physical, platonic touches but somehow when they both presented, it took on a more intimate feeling. A feeling Seonghwa back then did not want to bring to light. After all, Hongjoong was one of the only omegas he had been exposed to, and he didn’t want to do something wrong with his lack of knowledge.
The instinctive pull he had always felt towards Hongjoong only intensified. With that more emotions he was not expecting, intensified as well. The simmering need to protect Hongjoong whenever he could, the way there’s growls bubbling at the pit of his chest whenever someone gets too close to him or when he smells like someone other than their close group of friends.
When he’s in rut and the only omega he wants underneath him just so happens to be his best friend.
And recently? Stumbling across a camboy site and attaching himself to the one omega that does streams that just so happens to resemble what Seonghwa can only imagine is what Hongjoong would look like in lace.
So yeah, it’s becoming a bit of a problem now.
“So it’s a crush.” Yunho comments casually, not even paying attention to Seonghwa as they walk back home together. He had bumped into the younger man leaving his studio after his meeting with Hongjoong. He will, again, never say out loud how he’s strangely inspired right after seeing him.
Seonghwa makes a sound, a cross between a hum and groan. Almost like it hurts for him to admit it. “It’s not a crush.” He denies. “Maybe I just want to fuck him.”
Yunho turns to him then, bored by his statement. “Why? And don’t give me that alpha, omega bullshit.” He scoffs, turning ahead again. “You know it’s more than that, hyung.”
Yunho’s silver hair flies in the summer wind. It makes him look younger and brings Seonghwa straight back to reality as he scrunches his nose. The younger’s citrus scent sours just a bit in his nostrils.
The older man sighs this time, releasing his own pheromones to try and calm the beta next to him. “You’re right.” He concedes, his heart racing as he admits it. “It’s scary. We’re friends. Have been friends before anything. How do you just… change that?”
“Nothing much will change,” Yunho points out, slowing down as Seonghwa’s building comes into view. He fixes his bag on his shoulder. “Maybe nothing will have to change. As long as I’ve known the both of you, nothing has been awkward. Well, maybe after hyung’s scent sent you into a rut…”
Seonghwa flushes. “Hey…”
With a giggle, Yunho says, “Sorry.” He becomes serious a second later. “Are you scared he doesn’t feel the same?”
The question makes Seonghwa falter. Yeah, he is scared. There’s part of him that doesn’t want to worry, believes what’s meant to be will be. The other part of him is riddled with anxiety because, even after everything, rejection still looms over his head like a black cloud. The calm before the storm. He’s scared because he doesn’t know how he would come back from that — if they could ever be normal again.
That’s the part of him that’s swallowed down the feelings he’s felt surfacing over the years, only growing stronger after they presented as subgenders who are meant to be together.
“Maybe.” Seonghwa shrugs, never one to show his true emotions. Not when he’s conflicted himself. “I don’t know. We’ll see.” He fishes for the keys in his bag, when he turns to Yunho, he looks concerned.
“Hyung…”
Seonghwa tilts his head, a quizzical frown on his forehead. He can’t put a finger on why Yunho looks so conflicted. “It’s fine.” He waves him off with a smile, an attempt to wipe the look of worry off of his face. “It’ll be fine.”
If Yunho isn’t convinced, he doesn’t let it show. But his smile when he bids Seonghwa farewell is small and tight-lipped, almost like he knows something he doesn’t.
Seonghwa spends the rest of his evening cleaning himself and his apartment up. He doesn’t think about anything, really. His brain is muddled with thoughts, heart racing with emotions he doesn’t want to quite face yet. It’s a good distraction for the meantime.
By the time he throws himself in his bed, he’s ready to call it a night. He’s wearing a loose sleep shirt he’s pretty sure was Mingi’s at some point, his hair is a ruffled mess on top of his head and his body is slightly warm from exertion.
He’s ready to fall asleep when his head hits the pillow. A second later, his phone pings with a notification. He groans out loud, eyes squeezing from where they’re already shut. There’s another vibration which Seonghwa sighs to, picking up his phone and squinting at the brightness.
no1likeme is LIVE!
It’s comical, the way Seonghwa shoots up in bed, stomach turning like it usually does. Although he isn’t necessarily looking to get off, he’s thrown off at the time of the stream. From the week he’s been watching the omega camboy, he rarely streams in consecutive days, let alone twice in one.
With that in mind, his curiosity spikes. He turns down the volume because it’s late and his walls are not sound proof.
Seonghwa has never been good at reading signs, and the signs were vaguely there when he met up with his best friend earlier. The heat in his cheeks, his potent scent. He didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now, as he clicks on the video preview, he feels his world stop for a moment.
As usual, the camboy on the screen isn’t showing his face, but Seonghwa knows who it is from the outfit he wears. It’s the same one he saw not even a couple of hours ago. If that wasn’t telling enough, the spider web tattoo, clear as day on the omega's left thigh, matches the one Hongjoong has.
Seonghwa pauses, finger hovering over the x, just waiting to close the video, but he can’t bring himself to. Not when the omega — Hongjoong — teases gentle fingers over his tattooed thigh, his other hand teasing the bottom of his shirt.
Seonghwa quite literally feels the walls closing in on him when the omega — Hongjoong — slowly lifts his shirt up over his head. He can vaguely see his hair flopping around before his fingers are back on his chest. Toying with his pierced nipple.
Truly, Seonghwa should’ve known. He was there when his best friend got the piercing, had watched as Hongjoong sat there without flinching when it was done. The tattoo on his thigh, he realizes, was always covered by dark stockings or soft pants he would wear.
As much as Seonghwa is turned on, he’s also torn. This is his best friend he’s known for years. This is something they can’t come back from. It feels wrong to watch now, knowing his favorite camboy’s identity. Seonghwa feels a nagging feeling at the back of his head, something he doesn’t want to bring to light because then that would mean addressing it.
But —
“Hi.” Hongjoong finally speaks and Seonghwa’s heart stops. “I know I don’t do this often—“ or at all, “but I got so worked up, so I had to.”
Seonghwa’s curiosity keeps him watching for a couple more minutes. In those minutes, the comments are flooding with questions and praises. His fingers hover over his keyboard, but what would he say, now knowing this is someone he sees everyday?
A comment asks what got him so worked up and the omega giggles. Airy and low, barely there over the speaker of his phone.
Seonghwa expects an answer, an honest to God one, but he forgets for a moment this is Hongjoong. He can picture the cheeky smile on his face when he speaks again. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Seonghwa’s fingers fly over his phone keyboard as if they have a mind of his own.
starhwa: isn’t that why we asked?
The omega lets out a hum, almost like he’s contemplating — painfully teasing. When he replies, it catches Seonghwa by surprise, and he can almost picture the way Hongjoong would flutter his pretty eyelashes when he’s flirting.
“I guess I could tell you..” Hongjoong’s dainty hand trails up his thigh, pulling those short shorts he had just seen him in enough for Seonghwa to see his spider web tattoo clear as day.
What he would do to just —
“I have this friend. An alpha,” the omega starts. Seonghwa can see the expanse of his neck when he throws his head back, just before his heart stops. “His scent drives me crazy. It felt like I was drowning in it. I just wanted to…”
The same breathy voice coming through his phone speaker now is the same voice that not even a couple of hours ago, had complained about alphas and their heavy scents.
Does he affect Hongjoong that much?
The omega on screen continues with his show, voice pitching higher when he giggles at the comments. Seonghwa nearly blanks, trying to retain as much as he can without getting too distracted from his realization.
Hongjoong, who is Seonghwa’s favorite camboy, had such a reaction to his scent that he came back to film himself teasing his body thinking about this “alpha”. Thinking about him.
The thoughts keep Seonghwa distracted enough to miss the way Hongjoong’s voice cracks over a moan. The comments run wild at the tanned, sculpted body shaking from pleasure. He catches some from the corner of his eye, cock jumping in his pants when he hears the omega’s airy chuckles at the praise.
Once again, Seonghwa’s fingers hover over his screen, thinking over it once before his fingers type out a comment.
starhwa: what are you gonna do with that friend?
Seonghwa can tell that the omega wasn’t expecting that question. He can almost imagine his eyes squinting with his lips curved up in a coy smile. He knows how Hongjoong teases, how he flirts.
But it seems like Hongjoong is full of surprises tonight because he just laugh again, followed by a breathy, “Wouldn’t you like to know, alpha?”
Seonghwa’s heart beats once, twice, skips over the third beat to the fourth. The comments that follow after the omega’s cheeky answer are borderline begging for something to get their imaginations to run wild. The stream eventually shuts down to black with offline written across the screen.
Somehow, Seonghwa doesn’t feel any less hot. That realization comes when he shoots down an unamused look down to his pants where his cock, despite his inner wishes, lays beneath his pants, half hard from the stream.
He’s fucked.
Seonghwa, ever the master of the art of avoidance, makes use of his talents over the course of the next two days. To be fair, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen in the places he usually lingers. It’s always like they’re just missing each other, considering the looks on his friend’s faces. He can tell his absence from their normal routine is going to be questioned as soon as he gets alone with one of them.
Surprisingly, it didn't happen like Seonghwa was expecting it to. He doesn’t run into Yunho the first day, other than in passing, when he waved hello on his way out from the cafe down the street from their apartments. Mingi is usually always with Hongjoong, as close as they were, so Seonghwa barely seeing Mingi was to be expected. His other friends though — Wooyung, San, Jongho and Yeosang — he’s only a little worried by not running into them.
If it isn’t Yunho knocking a semblance of sense into Seonghwa, it’s always one of those four. If all fails, one talk — or intervention as they would say, dramatic as they are — from one of them sets Seonghwa on the right track.
He’s worried though, because he doesn't know what the right track is, especially when it comes to Hongjoong. There are lines you can cross and come back from, but a line like this is usually the point of no return.
It makes the situation just a tad worse that he feels like he can’t talk to any of his friends about this. He was never good at confrontation, so going straight up to Hongjoong and talking to him about his troubles is actually at the bottom of his list. However, he didn’t realize how short the list of options were until realizing he can’t talk to anyone else about Hongjoong. Especially since the omega in question doesn’t know that he knows.
It’s a lonely place, Seonghwa comes to the conclusion. In the way where he unintentionally closed himself off from his friends, which is something he is known to do so it isn’t necessarily weird. Seonghwa just didn’t see just how much of the empty spaces Hongjoong and the rest of his friends filled until he’s forced to stay away from them as his way of coping.
The alpha jumps at his name being called for his drink. With a sheepish smile, he takes it from the barista’s hand. When he turns, he’s met with Yunho’s expecting eyes, almost like he’s waiting for Seonghwa to walk over and sit with him. And it is something he would do if it felt like the world wasn’t closing in on him because of this one realization.
Instead, he waves at the younger with the most convincing smile he can muster and turns to walk out of the cafe. Yunho’s eyes burn on his skin until he’s out of sight.
Yunho: what’s up with you?
Seonghwa’s eyes are blinking out of sleep, black hair blocking his vision as he reads the message on his phone. He’s awake enough to feel the twinge of guilt that curls up around him, but still avoidant enough to not answer. At least not right now.
The foreboding feeling that looms over him like a cloud is not something he can ignore. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells in his own home, wondering what’s going to happen.
When his phone buzzes on the counter as he’s making breakfast, he thinks it’s Yunho pestering him for an answer out of concern. It isn’t.
Joongie: are you still coming over tomorrow?
It’s the first time he’s texted him since they met up at the beginning of the week. It took him that long to send him a message?
You didn’t send one either. The logical part of him snaps at him. Seonghwa has a lot of pride and it can be hard to swallow it, to admit he’s wrong.
With twitching fingers, he types out a reply.
Seonghwa: do you still want me to?
Joongie: yes. i think we have to talk
Seonghwa: i’ll be there.
Seonghwa releases the breath he’s been holding. He puts a hand over his chest to feel how hard his heart pumps against it. From anxiety, nervousness or anticipation — he doesn’t know. But he’s close to getting an answer.
The foreboding feeling doesn’t leave him like he thought it would after Hongjoong texting him so suddenly. He feels a little lighter, though, even if he’s still on guard.
Minutes later, when Seonghwa is finally plating his food, there’s a knock on his door. He almost sighs, almost. His feet drag towards his front door, not expecting the couple behind it.
Wooyoung and San stand before him. San’s eyes lighting up immediately with a dimpled smile and Wooyoung’s shoulders sagging in relaxation.
Seonghwa lets them in silently, pleasantly surprised at the hug that comes from San before he passes. He faintly hears the shy murmur of, I missed you, hyung.
Wooyoung is sitting on a stool in the kitchen when he turns around, clearly making himself comfortable. San sits next to him, and Seonghwa feels an upcoming lecture just from the randomness of it all. His scent spikes in nervousness.
Wooyoung, another alpha, senses the shift of his scent right away while it takes San, a beta, a little longer for him to catch on. When he does, he pats the counter across from where he sits, signaling Seonghwa to join them as if it isn’t his own home.
Wooyoung’s scent is comforting, a soft rose hitting his nostrils as he comes closer. He’s no stranger to his friend’s scents, but since it’s been a couple of days of him just drowning on his own, his alpha is a bit taken aback by it.
Seonghwa is too antsy from the sudden drop in from his two younger friends. He’s almost sure Yunho sent them here to interrogate him after he failed to sit with him that day in the cafe. He’s ashamed, but his overthinking knows no bounds when it comes to coping.
“Are you okay, hyung?” San asks softly, to which Seonghwa can’t help but smile. He’s grown up well, he thinks. He used to come to Seonghwa, before presenting, for advice and now he’s here, checking in on him with his wide eyes and dark hair falling over them. Still young and boyish.
“What he means to say,” Wooyoung interjects with a forced kind of smile, “When were you gonna tell us?”
“Tell you what?”
Wooyoung is too serious for his liking, his rose scent souring after the question. He turns to San briefly, and he watches as they have some sort of silent conversation with their eyes, before San sighs.
“We know you watch Hongjoong-hyung.”
“Watch—?” He blanks for a moment before an earth shattering feeling comes over him. He shivers from the intensity of it. “Um…”
Sensing his looming panic, Wooyoung reaches a hand out, gently grabbing his wrist and carefully unwinding his fist. “We’re not judging you, hyung,” he tells him gently. “We just haven’t seen you in a couple of days. Yunho told us you didn’t even sit with him the other day, and we got worried.”
“Then,” San adds, looking small. “We help Joongie with his streams. We don’t know many Seonghwas so when we saw…”
Starhwa. Of course. He had been stupid to think no one would catch him. This is the part where they tell him Hongjoong thinks he’s weird, that they think he’s weird for doing that. Even though he quite literally didn’t know that was his best friend until a day or two ago. This must be the part where they all stop talking to him —
But they don’t look disgusted, or appalled even. They look at him gently, like he’s a piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. They look at him like they always do — carefully, fondly, lovingly.
Seonghwa pops his lips, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. “I don’t know what to say.”
Both of them cock their heads to the side and the action would’ve been cute to Seonghwa if he didn’t feel like the walls were closing in on him. “You don’t have to say anything. Just don’t disappear on us.”
He looks at Wooyoung meaningfully. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
Wooyoung lets out a little giggle, eyeing San who grabs Seonghwa’s other hand, his own fresh scent surprisingly making an appearance. “Why is it weird? Didn’t we just say we help Hongjoong-hyung with his streams?”
Ignoring the flare of jealousy of anyone seeing him like that, Seonghwa gulps. “That’s different.”
San raises a brow then. “Why? Because you have feelings for him?”
Seonghwa nods.
“Hyung…” Wooyoung says and it actually catches him by surprise how serious and comforting Wooyoung is being. Not that he usually isn’t, but he’s one to try and make light of the situation with jokes and laughter. “There’s a lot you don’t know. For starters, I think you guys should talk.”
“We’re supposed to tomorrow.” Seonghwa shifts on his feet, feeling small under both of their gazes. “I don’t know how that’s going to go.”
San scrunches his nose at the strong scent of cinnamon coming from Seonghwa and the older boy taps his hand as a silent apology— his nerves are getting the better of him. “That’s a good place to start.”
“Don’t psyche yourself out. Like I said, there’s a lot you don’t know. From what I know, Hongjoong is excited to see you tomorrow.”
“So he can laugh in my face for being a pathetic, horny alpha who watches him get off?” When they both narrow their eyes, Seonghwa cowers. “Sorry.”
Wooyoung snarks, “Haven’t you thought that he does certain things, knowing you’re watching? Hyung isn’t dumb, you know.” San playfully slaps his boyfriend and Wooyoung’s scent flourishes happily. “Just something to think about.”
Seonghwa shrugs noncommittally. He supposes they’re right. There’s only one person he can get any clear answers from, and that person is the one he’s silently dreading to see.
It isn’t just someone. It’s Hongjoong. The person who has seen his highs, lows and everything in between and still stuck by him. Someone who brings him a heavy sense of comfort after a long day, whose honey scent plagues his mind whenever he’s near him.
The person who makes his alpha thinks mate.
Seonghwa hums, swallowing his anxiety. “I guess we’ll see.”
The rest of his day goes by without a hitch. Wooyoung and San stay with him until the sun is setting through his window. They don’t talk about the elephant in the room anymore, although it weighs on his mind for the rest of the evening.
Wooyoung and San are all smiles and pink cheeks when they bid him goodbye later that night. Wooyoung smells like a bed of roses that compliments San’s muted fresh, clean scent. He finds comfort in them both as they take their leave, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
The realization of Hongjoong knowing about him tuning into his streams doesn’t hit him until after Wooyoung and San leave.
Seonghwa is laying on his bed, preparing himself for facing the omega tomorrow when it does. When Wooyoung had revealed that he had helped Hongjoong with his streams — it didn’t hit him then. But now as he pulls out his phone to text the very boy plaguing his thoughts, it crashes into him like a wave.
If Wooyoung was able to figure it out, there’s no way Hongjoong couldn’t either. Like previously mentioned, he isn’t dumb. That and his username on that particular website doesn’t leave anything a secret. He had been careless, truly. You would think that he almost wanted to be found out.
Seonghwa runs a nervous hand through his dark hair as he pulls up the text message thread with Hongjoong. The only message that’s on there being the recent ones between them with Hongjoong’s reply of i think we have to talk hauntingly staring back at him through his screen.
Pushing through his sudden anxiety, his fingers type out a message.
Seonghwa: still on for tomorrow?
He stares at his screen for exactly two seconds before he’s surprised by the typing motion appearing from Hongjoong’s end. The delusional part of him thinks he was waiting for his message before he shakes it out of his head. There’s no way.
Joongie: i’m looking forward to it.
Seonghwa: are you ever gonna tell me what you need to talk about?
Joongie: maybe i just want you to be surprised.
Seonghwa: is that really necessary
Joongie: you tell me, alpha.
Seonghwa pauses as he debates on how to reply. In all the years they’ve been friends, even after presenting, Hongjoong has never addressed him that way. Even as a joke. For him to address him like this now almost has alarms blaring in his head, signaling danger.
There isn’t any danger though, it’s just him and Hongjoong with their unspoken feelings in between them. Maybe that is the dangerous part. He doesn't know Hongjoong’s intentions, he doesn’t even know what he’s thinking — but this is his best friend and he would never hurt Seonghwa. Not intentionally. Even if he doesn't return any feelings Seonghwa has for him, he would still reject him gently. Maybe that’s also what he’s worried about, with all his thoughts and wants, he doesn’t want to have to put him in that position.
Seonghwa decides not to reply to the message. The more he thinks about it, the more he sends himself into a spiral. Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever they talk about — they’ll be okay.
That’s what Seonghwa tells himself as he falls asleep.
Despite Seonghwa’s recollection of memories of when he first presented, he knows the reason he was sent into an early rut was because of Hongjoong’s sweet honey scent.
That’s why he has decided that since that incident, he can’t be alone in a secluded place with just Hongjoong’s scent surrounding him.
He’s already regretting dragging himself to Hongjoong’s apartment. He can smell the distinct scent of Hongjoong even from the closed door. Seonghwa has half a mind to just turn around and go home because even in the light tank and jeans he wears, he can feel himself getting hot. He doesn't turn around for the sole reason that Hongjoong buzzed him into the apartment not even five minutes ago. As he’s trying to gather his bearings and make sure Hongjoong’s scent doesn’t do anything to him like send him into another early rut, the door opens.
If he thought he was swimming in Hongjoong’s scent with the door closed, he feels like he’s drowning as soon as the door opens..
Hongjoong looks small in front of Seonghwa, the size difference making itself apparent. He looks soft, like he had just rolled out of bed. He wears a white crewneck with black track shorts. His tattoos are hidden under his sweatshirt, but the spiderweb on his thigh is stark against his tanned skin.
It takes physical effort for Seonghwa to drag his eyes back up to the omega’s. Hongjoong is wearing a knowing smile, eyes a bit hazy as he looks up at the alpha. His half white, half black hair is a mess on top of his head, the colored strands blending together.
Seonghwa wants to wreck him, and that scares him.
“Hey,” Hongjoong finally greets and his voice sounds just as affected as Seonghwa feels. Hongjoong’s scent leaks into the hallway, sticking to him like molasses. He steps to the side to allow Seonghwa to walk through, which he does almost hesitantly. He hadn’t imagined the slight tension there in the beginning.
The sound of the door closing and locking behind him startles him. Hongjoong actually lets out a little giggle. “You’re so tense,” the omega observes, brushing his hair back, which makes it more messy.
Seonghwa doesn’t know what to say, mind hazy from being in a room that smells so much like Hongjoong, an unmated omega. His alpha is going haywire, so much that he has to cross his arms over his chest. The way Hongjoong follows the movement of his defined arms doesn’t go unnoticed to Seonghwa.
“Sorry,” He finally replies, clearing his throat when his voice comes out husky. “So…what did you need from me?”
Hongjoong doesn't answer him immediately, he’s wearing a look on his face that Seonghwa can’t put a finger on. He looks… shy. Which is just as novel as Hongjoong looking small to him. Those aren’t things he’s used to seeing Hongjoong express.
”Just an answer.” He says vaguely, cocking his head to his room. “Come with me.”
Seonghwa lets Hongjoong lead him to a room he assumes is his own. He seems to falter at first, his scent souring enough for Seonghwa to be alert to it.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently.
Hongjoong kind of just stares at him, eyes flicking up and down before he nods. It isn’t convincing, but Seonghwa lets him have it.
The door clicks open, Hongjoong pressing his back against it as it opens, letting Seonghwa through.
The room itself is nothing drastically special. Hongjoong’s honey scent is the thickest here. It has him breathing out shakily. The thing that catches his attention is the corner of his room. There’s a couch with a white cushion that Seonghwa knows well. There’s a studio light by a camera and computer set up. On the screen, he sees the profile for no1likeme.
As Seonghwa processes what’s in front of him, he hears the door faintly close and lock behind him. He turns to the omega, expecting to see a look of disgust but he’s almost… thrilled to see that his gaze has darkened. Just a bit. Seonghwa wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t so in tune with him.
“How long have you known?” He asks quietly, not bothering to hide the shiver that goes through his body as Hongjoong walks closer to him.
“Not long,” Hongjoong replies with a small smile, standing a foot or two away from him. “I didn’t know for sure, until the other day.”
Right. The day they met up and Seonghwa went to bed thinking of the impromptu stream he had done. He nods. “Is this where you tell me to stop watching you and we stop being friends?”
Hongjoong laughs, eyes glittering under the dim light of his room. He shakes his head almost fondly. “Not exactly.”
Seonghwa watches with a quiet kind of hunger as the omega moves until he’s standing right in front of him. “No?”
Hongjoong pokes a finger in between his pecs. The contact burns even through his tanktop. “No,” he murmurs, dragging his finger down as he looks up at the alpha from beneath his lashes. “Wanted to know what you think.”
“Of you?” He breathes, feeling hazier by the second.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong licks his lips, moving closer so that their breaths are mingling. “Did I look pretty?”
Seonghwa gulps, his own cinnamon scent gradually filling up the room in his arousal. “You’re always pretty.”
Maybe it’s too honest for the moment they’re sharing, but Hongjoong stares up at him in wonder, giving him exactly a second to breathe before his lips are pressing against his softly.
For all the times he’s imagined kissing Hongjoong, he’s never imagined it like this. As soon as their lips touch, Hongjoong is falling into him like it’s all he’s been waiting for, breathing out quiet whimpers as their lips smack together. Seonghwa pushes in harder, growling against the omega’s soft lips. He tastes so much like honey and he can’t get enough of him.
When they pull away, Hongjoong’s cheeks are pink and Seonghwa is feeling all kinds of warm.
Now that he’s had a taste once, he needs more. Hongjoong giggles as the alpha pushes him towards his bed, both of them falling onto the soft covers. His giggles dissolve into moans as Seonghwa noses up his neck right to his scent gland. He visibly shudders under him as Seonghwa lets out a growl.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Hongjoong hums, exposing more of his neck, pink lips dropped open as he licks at it. “Just for you.”
It’s said so quietly that Seonghwa barely hears him, but his body reacts to it all of the same. He’s running hot, hands suddenly desperate to feel the omega’s soft and warm skin against his. Hongjoong gasps as Seonghwa pulls his sweatshirt off, taking a moment to appreciate the soft skin of his stomach, the rose vines that decorate the side of his ribcage.
He feels small hands pull at his tank top from his shoulders. Seonghwa looks up to meet Hongjoong’s wide, glazed over eyes. “You too.” He pulls him up as he speaks, pulling at the thin material as Seonghwa kisses him again. All soft and dirty.
Hongjoong’s hands pause, moaning softly as his tongue brushes against his. His hands slide under Seonghwa’s tank instead, feeling the soft, sculpted skin underneath. As he’s distracted, Seonghwa drops a hand to his pierced nipple, squeezing the bud between his fingers.
His hands grip onto Seonghwa tightly, chest heaving. Seonghwa shows him some mercy, pulling away for a second to pull off his tank. The moment their warm skin touches, Seonghwa groans, pushing closer. Their groins meet, and it should be uncomfortable with the clothes they still wear, but Hongjoong arches up against him, hands moving to cross his wrists above his head. That action has Seonghwa’s eyes glazing over, one hand moving down to cup Hongjoong’s ass.
The reaction is immediate. He can smell the hints of Hongjoong’s slick hit his nose and he growls again, mouth sucking on the skin of his neck. The omega starts grinding his hips down to Seonghwa’s, and he can feel all the blood rush down to his cock.
“You getting wet for me, baby?” Seonghwa mumbles into the smaller boy, smirking at the stuttered moan that escapes him at the question.
“L-Love your scent,” he confesses suddenly, causing Seonghwa to pause and look at Hongjoong. He’s already staring up at the alpha, eyes squinted in his pleasure, more slick gushing out of him that Seonghwa can feel. “‘Course you get me wet.”
Hongjoong surprises him further by reaching down to fiddle with his jeans, this sort of sultry giggle passing his spit slick lips. “Thought of you.” He starts, his hands unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them past down his hips. Seonghwa kicks them away once they reach his ankles, his own hands working at the omega's shorts. “Thought about how you’d smell when you get turned on,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around Seonghwa’s neck until his body is fully underneath Seonghwa’s. He nuzzles his face into his scent gland, licking at it softly. “You smell so good, alpha.”
“Hongjoong—“ Seonghwa groans, almost like a warning.
The omega doesn’t pay him any mind, humming quietly as he continues to lap at his neck before he gently nibbles over his gland. It has Seonghwa growling, hand pulling his head back by his hair. Hongjoong is chuckling, eyes dark. “What were you trying to do, hm?”
“Fuck me.” Hongjoong whimpers, hips moving down with purpose now that they’re fully naked. He’s so wet, his thighs glistening with his arousal. Seonghwa even feels some of it drip down on his cock. “Trying to get you to fuck me.”
Seonghwa snickers. “You don’t need to try that hard. I’m already here, pup. I’ll take care of you.”
Hongjoong seems to relax a bit at that, his eyes gaining a bit of clarity. Seonghwa releases his hair with a gentle kiss on his lips, allowing the omega to lay back on his sheets, wrists crossed above his head again.
Seonghwa looks down between Hongjoong’s spread thighs. The omega’s cock is hard and pink from the kissing and teasing. His thighs wet from his slick, his cheeks flushed, hair a mess on top of his head and eyes hazy as he looks up at the alpha.
“Pretty,” he praises, enjoying how the omega flushes a bit more. “Fucking gorgeous, baby.” He continues, hand squeezing his left thigh right over the spider web tattoo. Hongjoong arches slightly, thighs quivering just a bit. “Who knew you get as wet as you do on your streams…”
“Not that hard, when I’m thinking of being split open on your knot.”
Another squeeze to his thigh and a quiet curse. “Is that what you want?” He slides his hand down to between his ass cheeks, fingers gathering the slick gathered there. He brings his wet fingers to his mouth, making sure to keep eye contact with Hongjoong, as he sucks them between his lips. His eyes close at the taste, at how wet Hongjoong’s gotten so far. “Taste good.”
Hongjoong smiles, lips parting when Seonghwa slides a finger inside him easily. He feels him clench, unclench as he arches, hands gripping the sheets. “More, please.”
The second finger goes just as easily as the first. Hongjoong wraps his thighs around Seonghwa‘s waist as he lays above him, fucking his fingers into him at a steady pace. He’s mostly doing it to hear the hiccuped breaths the omega lets out, to feel the way more slick gushes onto his fingers, the sound it makes whenever he fucks it back into him.
“Tight little ass.” He groans, feeling the way Hongjoong clenches around him. He adds a third finger. Even if it feels a little tight to him, the omega takes it beautifully, hand reaching out to grip his arm. “How are you so tight when you fuck yourself so much?”
Hongjoong lets out a sultry chuckle, head thrown back. “I don’t know. I wanted to be tight for you.”
With each thrust of Seonghwa’s fingers, the squelch is loud from Hongjoong’s slick. He’s steadily pressing into him now, purposely avoiding that sweet spot of his. The omega’s hands are everywhere. In his hair, around his neck, down his torso. Seonghwa feels the phantom of his hands even after they’re off of him, burning deliciously on his skin.
Hongjoong’s thighs are trembling when Seonghwa slides his fingers out, the wet slide echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He uses the same fingers to slick his cock up. The first touch to himself has him letting out a stuttered groan that Hongjoong whimpers to.
Seonghwa leans down to the omega’s lips as he strokes himself, murmuring, “Too bad your camera isn’t on, pup.” Hongjoong gasps as he’s manhandled to his front, the alpha roughly pulling his hips so his ass is up. All soft and perky. Seonghwa growls at the omega underneath him, laying his body over top of him. Back to chest. “We could show your viewers how you want to be fucked,” he guides his cock in between his cheeks as he slowly pushes in. “How you deserve to be fucked.”
Hongjoong is silent as Seonghwa pushes in, head turned to the side with his eyes closed and mouth open. The only sound being a punched out moan when he’s fully inside of him. Seonghwa kisses up his spine, breathing heavily at the heat, the tightness.
Everything is heightened to Seonghwa. He’s hyper aware of the wet walls around his cock, how slick seems to coat him more and more. He’s rubbing the soft skin of the omega’s back, almost as if he’s consoling him. Hongjoong shakes as Seonghwa pulls out slowly and slams back in.
Hongjoong hiccups, cheeks flushed as pink as his lips from his biting and licking. His hands fist into the sheets by his head, thighs trembling with how hard he’s trying to spread his legs more to take more of the alpha.
Seonghwa is in a daze, cinnamon scent heavy around them, mixing in with Hongjoong’s honey scent. He leans forward, arms sliding up Hongjoong’s, eventually holding onto his wrists as he uses that for leverage.
Nuzzling his head into the omega’s neck, he moans quietly. He enjoys the reaction it seems to get out of Hongjoong as he lets out a breathless whimper, watery eyes blinking open. Seonghwa licks around his scent gland, drooling at the taste, and he can’t help himself. Can’t help himself from biting down just to the side, eyebrows furrowing at the shudder it draws from the man underneath.
Seonghwa takes pride in knowing Hongjoong probably isn’t usually this docile, this vocal, that he can’t help the noises that escape from him. The moans that are punched out of his chest or the tears that well up from being so full.
“Pretty little omega,” Seonghwa praises, a hand sliding into his hair as he pulls his head up. He smiles at the hazy expression on his face, his clouded eyes. His scent is so strong, revealing how badly he wants this. “Pretty little body,” he continues, licking at his lips. “Make me feel so good when I pound your tight ass.”
Hongjoong pushes himself up on shaky hands as Seonghwa’s grip on his hair loosens. The alpha pulls away from his neck to meet him halfway —- his lips are wet and inviting, feeding his breathless moans into Seonghwa’s hungry mouth. He isn’t much better, his own body has been running hot for awhile, alpha on high alert with how good he feels being inside his omega.
Hongjoong looks like a downright mess when he pulls away from the alpha’s lips. His eyes are wet with unshed tears, lips bitten red and thighs quivering. Seonghwa hasn’t even really started yet and he’s already breaking at the seams. Seonghwa wants to tease, snarl down at the omega that he’s more put together on his streams to watch the way his cheeks will turn red — but there’s a swell of pride in his chest that stops him. It makes his alpha almost purr knowing just from a good dick in him, he’s rendered breathless.
“More,” the omega pecks at Seonghwa’s lips, bringing him back to the present. “Come on. Fuck me like you’re going to mate me.”
Seonghwa swears he feels his eyes flash, heart stuttering to a sickening stop in his chest so much that his hips pause too, floored by the admission.
Hongjoong doesn’t seem to realize the effect it’s having on Seonghwa. He’s hazy with want, hips rocking back in an attempt to get him to start moving again but the alpha stills him by grabbing the soft skin of his hips. The omega whines in protest, thighs still quivering. Slick flows out of him almost every second and it’s maddening — how filthy it is.
Hongjoong eventually accepts his fate for the moment, dropping back onto his elbows as he grips the sheets. Seonghwa gives a little thrust, and is in awe of how beautifully Hongjoong reacts to it as he leans his warm body over the omega.
The size difference is ever apparent as his body fully covers Hongjoong’s smaller one. He feels Hongjoong shift so he’s relaxed fully into the mattress. Meanwhile, Seonghwa is trying to keep his alpha in check so he doesn’t take too much from Hongjoong. As much as he wants to, he isn’t selfish.
“You want my knot? Is that it, pup?” Seonghwa murmurs, voice low and gravely. Hongjoong nods immediately, and when he turns his head, he isn’t expecting him to look as clearheaded as he does. Despite the slight cloudiness from arousal, he still sees him.
“Please,” he whispers in response. “I want it. I want you. Please, Seonghwa.”
Maybe it’s the way he looks, eyes wide and pupils blown, colored strands mixing together. Maybe it’s the way he says his name, clear but small. Almost like he’s shy, scared to admit it, and Seonghwa can relate. Maybe it’s all of the above. Whatever it is, it has the alpha snapping his hips into the welcoming body underneath him almost desperately.
Hongjoong’s pink lips drop open, eyes squeezing shut and hands gripping the sheets. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud, the omega’s labored breathing just as loud, but Seonghwa thinks nothing can beat the sound of his heart beating through his chest. With the way they’re positioned, there’s no way Hongjoong can’t feel it.
The room is hot, scents mingling together until it smells way too sweet. Seonghwa’s hands are everywhere — in Hongjoong’s hair, around his neck, gripping his wrists and hips, occasionally his thighs when he moves him in the position that has him pressing deeper.
Seonghwa’s head is nuzzled into Hongjoong’s neck, hair tickling the omega. He smells the sweet smell of honey clear as day, his gums throbbing as the urge to bite strengthens. Eventually Seonghwa gives in to the urge, biting right next to his scent gland, and the reaction is immediate. More slick gushes out and around his cock which each thrust, Hongjoong whimpering as a hand finds his hair, tugging him closer.
“Ah—“
“You smell so good,” Seonghwa says, licking up the vein that’s straining against his neck. He smirks at the shiver it gets from Hongjoong. “Smell like you’re mine.”
“A-Alpha,” Hongjoong moans, voice breaking as Seonghwa pins his thighs with his legs, allowing him to spread him further open for his use. Hongjoong’s head falls to the mattress, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to take more of him. Seonghwa is already so deep. If he were to move a hand to the omega’s stomach he’s sure he would feel the head of his cock poking beneath it. “I’m yours. So breed me, knot me, use —- ah!”
Seonghwa circles his hips, chuckling at how drool falls past his open lips. “You want so much. What about what I want, huh? Aren’t you being selfish?”
Hongjoong shakes his head, a tear sliding down his cheek and Seonghwa moves to kiss it off. “I wanna be good.”
“You are,” Seonghwa says sweetly, body burning with how close he is. “So good for me. Gonna knot you like you want.”
It would be funny, how Hongjoong seems to perk up at that, if Seonghwa wasn’t so heated. His hips strain under Seonghwa's weight, but he still arches his back the best he can when he feels Seonghwa’s cock throb inside of him.
“Alpha,” he hears Hongjoong whimper, needy and quiet — overwhelmed almost. The alpha inside of him responds immediately. He circles a hand around the omega’s neck, gently pulling him up. He nuzzles into his scent gland, releasing calming pheromones to relax Hongjoong from the pressure he knows he must be feeling. “‘M so full—“
“I know. You take me so well, baby.” Hongjoong lets out a breathless sound at the pet name. “Just a little more.”
With each thrust, Hongjoong hiccups over his moans. He sounds pretty, he is pretty. Fucked deep and full by Seonghwa the way he asked. His thighs are still quivering, hand holding the wrist that holds his neck. His moans seem to be forced out of him the harder Seonghwa goes. His knot is plumping at the base, the tease enticing, painfully delicious as it pulls on the omega’s rim.
There’s a heat bubbling in the pit of his stomach, rising closer to the surface, ready to explode when Seonghwa pushes the knot past his rim. Hongjoong jumps but Seonghwa holds him down, forcing his head back with the hand around his neck.
“S-Seonghwa—“
“Take it, baby. Take my knot like a good little omega.” Seonghwa’s vision is blurring with the way Hongjoong is milking his orgasm from him. He can feel his own body shaking from how intense it is. It takes a couple more hard thrusts into the omega underneath him for him to feel his release. It shocks him, body tensing as Hongjoong moans loud and high. A sound Seonghwa wants to memorize for the rest of his life.
“Oh, oh— alpha—“
Seonghwa growls, biting down on the skin of the omega’s back as he rides out his orgasm and tries to hide the sensitive sounds he makes as Hongjoong clenches around him before his body goes lax. His head leans back on Seonghwa’s shoulder for a brief moment before the alpha moves them in a more comfortable position.
There’s little shakes that come from Hongjoong’s body as he’s moved, but he makes no move to shift away, and his scent is calm — spiked with a little left over arousal, but otherwise calm.
They sit in silence with their heavy breathing for what feels like hours. But in those actual minutes that they’ve been spending, Seonghwa feels the anxiety spike before he smells it in his scent. Hongjoong, who has always been intuitive, looks over at him with a raised brow.
Seonghwa has seen almost every kind of Hongjoong there is, but this may be his favorite. After sex Hongjoong. He just looks soft, relaxed, glowing. His eyes are clearer, lips and cheeks flushed. His hair is messy, falling over his eyes, but he looks beautiful. It makes Seonghwa’s chest expand with adoration.
“Couldn’t you have told me you liked me like a normal person?” Hongjoong asks with a teasing smile.
And just like that, whatever tension there may have been has snapped with a single sentence. Seonghwa lets out a laugh, visibly relaxing. “Couldn’t you?”
Hongjoong shrugs, eyes falling down to his lips. “I enjoyed watching you get flustered whenever you came to meet up with me.”
Seonghwa groans, pulling the omega in for a kiss even though he’s laughing through it. “I hate you.”
Hongjoong’s eyes sparkle. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
Wooyoung hands Seonghwa a mask for his face that matches the one Hongjoong is currently wearing. “I just want to say it’s gonna be gross watching you guys fuck.”
“What he means to say is: he’s upset he won’t be in on it.” San says, uninterested as he types away at his phone. Wooyoung turns to him with a glare.
“Maybe next time, Wooyoungie.” Hongjoong chuckles as Seonghwa’s eyes darken. He can smell Wooyoung’s scent spike — from being flustered or from curiosity he doesn’t know, but it smells sweet.
Eventually Wooyoung gives up, rolling his eyes with a fond smile on his face.
“Come here, alpha.” Hongjoong beckons him over with a finger and Seonghwa has to control himself. He cannot fuck him just yet. Hongjoong wanted to play with him, wanted Seonghwa to play with him for the viewers before that, but seeing him wearing the black lace set he had bought for him makes his mind hazy.
Seonghwa sits on the bed as Wooyoung motions that the camera is rolling, and Hongjoong surprises him by sitting on his lap. The alpha’s arms immediately wrap themselves around his waist. From the corner of his eye, he can see his phone light up with a notification.
no1likeme is LIVE!
“Hey, guys,” Hongjoong greets but his eyes are on Seonghwa still. “My boyfriend and I have a little surprise for you.”