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Jeongin knows.
No, Jeongin sees how Chan behaves when he thinks he is alone. When he so foolishly thinks that there is no one there who cares enough to notice.
And it is true, Chan always waits for the rest of their roommates to be asleep, or go off to work. He is a careful man with his precious secret, smart enough to live with four other people for five years without being caught.
If not for Jeongin, of course, but that is not the consequence of Chan's misstep. Chan has been careful with every move, covering it better than any average Alpha trying to cover affairs.
It's just that Jeongin is an excellent observer.
Especially if the topic, or the person, in this case, has his complete interest, which Chan has, more than anyone ever did.
Jeongin entered the pack tip-toeing, being young enough to only possess a high school degree and big dreams of personal redemption. Seungmin brought him home after meeting him at a party and finding out Jeongin had been living couch to couch since his dad kicked him out of the house.
"Are you sure they won't mind?" Jeongin had asked Seungmin as the beta had made him sneak into his apartment, which he shared with two roommates.
Seungmin motioned him to leave the jacket on the racket "Yeah, we'll ask if you can stay in the morning, but Chan will not say no, and Fe..." he was interrupted by the sudden switching of the lights, blinding them.
"I wont say no to what?" the low yet soft voice came before the view.
Jeongin had to blink a few times before regaining his vision and looking at the alpha standing on the other side of the room, crossed arms and two dark eyes hammering them in their spot.
Seungmin gave him an innocent smile "Chan, Yang Jeongin, old friend recently re-found. His asshole dad kicked him out, and he doesn't really have a place to live...so...can he stay?" he explained with the same calm he had for everything, as if he wasn't asking to take in a complete stranger.
Chan's eyes moved to linger on Jeongin, and even tho he looked fairly intimidating, even in their first meeting Jeongin still remembered the instant hint of softness in his eyes.
"You always liked strays." Seungin added, trying to smooth him in, and Chan laughed a little, not high enough to risk waking their last roommate but still sparkling something in Jeongin's stomach and the hint of his dimples.
He was so utterly fucked for him since day one.
"Okay, we'll talk to Felix tomorrow morning...go take a shower and put yourself to sleep." was Chan's final verdict that night.
The start and the end of it all.
Felix eagerly agreed, maybe a little too naively for a young omega saying yes to having an unknown alpha living in his house.
But looking back, it was probably due to the long house sharing with Chan, who was a good alpha, that made him so trusting of their kind.
So Jeongin moved into their house at 3 A.M. on a Friday night, and stayed through their move later that year, when Changbin and Han moved in with them, and the need for a bigger house became clear.
But before having his own room, for almost eight months, Jeongin shared with Chan. Since there was not enough space in Seungmin's room for two beds, and Felix's room was out of the question, Chan offered to shelter him in his own room.
They were two alphas and with Chan being older and Jeongin being just recently presented, the hierarchy was clear between them. Felix happily suggested to Jeongin to learn something about proper alpha manners from the older.
Plus Chan's room was still the biggest out of the three, so with a little maneuvering and patience, they managed to fit two beds and make a livable space for double the people.
Maybe that was Chan's only misstep, letting Jeongin enter his space.
Allowing him to see the maniacal precision he had when placing the Pokémon plushes Felix gifted him at birthdays, when the bed was freshly done, and everything 'had' to be perfect.
"Otherwise, it looks messy." Chan had explained one day under Jeongin's amused stare "It's unsettling, you know?" he asked as if to search for validation.
Jeongin didn't know, but they had two different attitudes to neatness, so he nodded to make him smile out of his dimples. Chan was generally tidier than Jeongin, even if Jeongin wouldn't call himself a messy person, not at all, which made their room sharing not so hard. But recalling the little trail of breadcrumbs that led them to this position, where Jeongin knew Chan had a secret and the other unknowingly carried his dirty deeds under attentive eyes, that could have been the first strange behavior that triggered Jeongin's attention.
Small little breadcrumbs leading to the tasty candies' house, the way Chan tended to wear scent blockers even when there were just the two of them in the room, or his habit of buying sweet scented fragrance.
Chan bathed himself in vanilla bodybaths and camomilla scented perfumes, to the point that Jeongin started associating him with those sweet and delicate fragrances more than he with his real scent. Pine and seasalt didn’t sparkle Chan’s image in Jeongin’s mind, leaving him always a little bit confused when he got to grasp a glimpse of it under the scent-blockers.
So much that smelling him in pre-rut made Jeongin's nose sting at the pungent smell, disorienting his senses as if someone he didn't know had moved into their house.
As if Chan's scent wasn't supposed to become harsher but sweeter, not a knot pulsing in his pants for four days but pools of slick wetting his underwear for a week.
Jeongin got his confirmation when they moved to a bigger house, with Changbin and Han adding to the group of strays in need of a home.
Han went to heat a few months after they moved. His boyfriend, Minho, came to their house to spend it together, which required the temporary eviction of Felix from their shared room.
So Felix got Jeongin's room, and he and Chan were back to sharing one room.
"You missed me?" Jeongin joked as Chan moved to the left side of his twin bed so they could go to sleep, or at least try with the kind of noises that kept coming from Han's room.
In response, Chan hugged him trapping his body with his strong arms, making Jeongin squirm a little. He secretly loved every second of it but always fought with a brat attitude that made Chan pester him with hugs even more.
Chan never had any problem showing his affection Jeongin almost envied it "Very much."
His breath against Jeongin's nape added to the pornographic sounds escaping from the not-so-thick walls, stirred something inside the younger, painting the room with a spicier hint of his musky scent.
Normally, Jeongin would have apologised, but Chan didn't flinch at it, his arms still around his torso and his face pressed against the curve of Jeongin's neck, breathing in as if the rush of pheromones didn't bother him. Making Jeongin's mind spin at full force to a multitude of thoughts, of what if, and possibilities.
Chan's scent slowly eased into his with a relaxed hue of his natural calm scent, at least for what Jeongin could smell under the scent blockers the older was wearing.
In the morning, Chan would probably put on a facade about forgetting to pull them off before bed.
Jeongin was more than ready to fake a laugh and make him believe he ate the bait. Like he did so many times before, as if someone so precise as Chan could be so forgetful.
But the quiet question broke the relaxed silence between them and put a spotlight right above Jeongin's face.
"Is it triggering you?" Chan's voice was barely a whisper, confirming to Jeongin that the change in his smell didn't pass unnoticed. Telltale that Chan wasn't moving from his neck on purpose. Drinking in his essence, smelling far too well what was happening to the younger and still staying glued to him like a second skin.
Jeongin swallowed the lump in his throat. He did not expect Chan to be so direct "Kinda, he seems to be enjoying it a lot..." Recovering his focus, Jeongin purposely left the subject unclear, like a fisherman skillfully placing the right bait on the hook, hoping Chan would eat it.
He did, or maybe the stars had just combined and Chan was under their spell "Minho, you say? Jisung seems to enjoy it a lot more..."
Were they really going to have this kind of talk? The heat pheromones must have fogged their minds.
Chan's mind because the younger had never been sober in his entire twenty years of life.
Jeoning was glad to follow him into the mist, to see how far it could take them "Do you think they enjoy it more? I mean, omegas...have you ever wondered if their heats feel better, more intense than our ruts?"
Reality was that Jeongin never spared it a thought; the need to breed and knot was more than satisfying to his simple alpha mind. He was content with what nature gave him, happily following the path and mission of dominating and breeding that Mother Nature gave to his sub-gender.
Jeongin had done some research on forums and anonymous asks about what people who didn't align with their biology felt and thought. Han's performance on the other side of the wall was the perfect excuse to fact-check the pointed list he had filled in his mind after an entire afternoon with his nose buried in the incognito search bar.
Chan's body had only a light stir, as if the question sparked something inside his brain while taking him by surprise, but he quickly recovered with a hum of serious thinking before giving Jeongin his answer.
"Well, they look so deep into it when you..." Jeongin didn't need to look at him to see his cheeks becoming a little pinker; the halter in his voice was more than a hint.
"When you fuck them out of heat?" he eased the topic for him, and Chan nodded in the crook of his neck before going back to explain.
To do that, he moved away from Jeongin, but the younger didn't try to stop him; skin-to-skin contact was a little less important than what he was going to hear. And if Chan needed his hands flapping around to convey his secret thoughts about Omega's feelings, then be it "...yeah, I mean for us everything must be about getting our balls empty and knot someone, one well-placed knot and we break our rut. But for them? One knot is not enough, for sure, it can make it a little better for a few hours, but they still go through their seven days of pure lust, pure need for their partner. They are so into their fever that they forget to eat or sleep if nobody his there to take care of them..." his hands stopped their frantic motions, and Chan turned to face him "... It must be something out of our imagination." his eyes gave away the clear vision he had behind them.
He quieted down, his almond eyes full of the sudden rush of conscience about what just escaped his mind. The room and the space between them filled with a heavy wait for Jeongin's response.
If he messed up, Chan would never open up again, not like this, and Jeongin wanted him to slip a little more, to unbend the restraints he was putting on his struggling mind.
Jeonging wanted so desperately to see him fully naked, bare and fragile like the omega he was relentlessly trying to keep in a cage.
"I like how you put it, hyung." he never left Chan's eyes "The way they feel their alpha must be... out of this world."
Han's satisfied scream at his orgasm couldn't be more on spot.
Chan's cheeks and ears glowed red under the LED lights. Even in the dark, the effect of their conversation and the sound of their friend's intercorse was visible on his flustered expression.
Jeongin's feral instincts urged him to move forward and devour him until he screamed like an omega in heat. But he couldn't do it, not at the moment, so they silently stared at each other until Chan broke it with an embarrassed laugh "I think Han couldn't express the concept better than this."
Jeongin bit down on his own smile, and then he laughed to completely release the tension between them.
***
There are things engraved in one's biology.
Not the violence and pride bullshit that some knucklehead alpha always used to degrade omegas and exclude betas from power, or excuse themselves for their asshole attitude.
Not stereotypes that TV and movies always liked to play with for the simplicity of portraying gender roles.
Jeongin shared things, mannerisms, and habits with other alphas that came so naturally, without a thought, engraved in their genes.
For example, the need to stay at the back of the group when they walked home after a night out. Because it was the right placement when walking as a group where he could see all his friends, and keep a watchful eye to have all his pack mates in check when they felt more vulnerable than usual.
Or like both he and Hyunjin always stood straight, posture open, legs spread when sitting, to instinctively take as much space as they could. The ancient heritage of territoriality, the confidence of a pack defender who had to look dominating and threatening all the time.
Betas had their natural mannerisms too, for example, Jeongin could not recall a time when Seungmin didn't instinctively latch onto Felix and Han as soon as the omegas started to smell with a sweater version of their scent.
The natural ability of grounding during pre-heat-ovulation that only betas could provide to pack members. Their unique capacity to lower the stress hormones around the pack, and make the omegas more fertile.
Omega's pulsion for control over their den translated into the cure for the household, not in that slave-state of housekeeper stereotype, but the omega eye that turned every house into a home, the details, their need for nurture becoming acts of service for their mates.
Everyone's place in the ancient pack hierarchy was engraved in their primal genes, which made some of Chan's behaviours seem out of place.
Omegas had those little sheep-brain moments whenever someone was swinging with a child, where every omega on sight would start swinging, even if just a bit, in perfect motion with the mother omega. At those rare times when Jeongin caught Chan looking at his sister and her toddler with doteful eyes, the younger could picture the older's hips a little fatter after a pregnancy, moving on time to soothe his own baby resting on the hip bone.
Or at moments like this one, when it was just the two of them in the house, Jeongin faking interest in the book before him on the kitchen table, and Chan humming at the stove.
Jeongin's un-lavished scent lingering in the hair and Chan's ass propped a little more out than usual, a scene that could be easily replicated whenever Minho wanted to put Han into a mood without teasing him directly.
Felix was right, there is much to learn from older alphas, but Chan was the worst alpha to learn from.
Because Chan's biology made a little mistake.
The primal genes in Chan's brain spoke the truth; his repulsion for typical alpha behavior and the tiny mannerisms he mocked from omegas when he felt safe enough to lower his guard gave him away.
Chan's alarm for his rut suppressant alerted them that it was 8 p.m., but the older had his headphones on and didn't catch it, so Jeongin lifted from the chair and got him the daily pill and a glass of water.
"Here, don't miss it." he gestured to Chan.
The older smiled at him with such a deep gratitude that it almost made Jeongin falter in his actions.
But only for a moment, after all, Jeongin wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He was responding to his alpha nature, which demanded taking care of his omega. Chan needed help to take the leap and embrace his true nature, correcting God's ugly mistake. To do that, Jeongin needed him to take his pills on time, or the hormones would not be able to sync properly.
It was a rudimentary way to get it done, but unfortunately for a more refined transitioning Chan's consent would be required. And Jeongin knew that the older was too afraid, of judgment, of god, or of rejection.
Jeongin never got to know the exact reason but Chan was afraid to accept his real self, to take the matter into his hands and ask a proper doctor for medications. The older always avoided any deeper discussion about secondary gender, or discussion about gender at all, closing up for days if anyone took a joke about being “omegish” too far. Which was so out of character in a man who always liked to face problems beforehand and tell people to their faces.
Being called an omega only for a joke hurt Chan on a deeper level than anything else, and for all the wrong reasons for an alpha like him.
That was why Jeongin had to take the matter into his hands and help Chan.
Act and apologize later, it was the way Jeongin had grown up.
Chan's scent was already changing, freshly showered after gym Chan smelled like vanilla. Only a faint trace of the salt in his scent, too dimmed down by the omega hormones in his system to be sensed. Jeongin couldn’t stop himself from taking in a deep breath of it, closing his eyes as Chan turned back to the stoves, and filling with his own fantasy the image of Chan completely wet with sweat, smelling like freshly baked buns.
His mouth watered at the vision.
“You okay?” Chan must have caught the shift as he turned to give Jeongin a confused look.
With his eyebrow lifted and his big eyes staring at Jeongin’s face he looked extremely unaware of what was happening right before his nose.
Jeongin shook his head “Yeah, I was just zoning out hyung.”
“You should take a pause from those books”
To be honest, Jeongin hadn’t done more than a few pages since Chan entered the room, barely looking at the words without combining them in his head. But he was so immersed in Chan’s fading scent that he probably looked very focused for the entire hour.
Catching the opportunity, Jeoing took another step forward, placing his chin over Chan’s shoulder and resting his entire body against his back. Pressed against his front, Chan fitted like the perfect missing half.
He allowed Jeongin to lean on him without a word, hands occupied with cutting the ingredients for their dinner.
His throat humming a viral tune from TikTok.
“Hyung…” Jeongin called with a whisper.
“Mhm?”
“After dinner, can we cuddle?”
Chan’s hand stopped and he turned with a laugh slipping from his pretty lips “Are you sick?” his plump lips met Jeongin’s forehead “You don’t seem too hot.”
Jeongin didn’t move, keeping their eyes locked as their breaths collided, nothing more than a few inches between them.
“I just want to be pampered by my favourite hyung, can’t I?” He pouted while caging him at the counter.
He didn’t miss the flick of Chan’s eyes over his lips as every possibility of escape was cut, leaving them trapped in that risky game of stares.
Chan nervously smiled “I can't say no to you.”
Jeongin pressed their body a little further, invading Chan’s space for a nudge to the side of his jaw, and an innocent move, Felix did it all the time, yet with how rare it was for Jeongin to seek skinship it felt heavy with static “No, you can’t.” He agreed before stepping back and announcing a shower before dinner.
Mostly to be able to rub off his growing hard-on before it made him throw his plans out he window and try to fuck him raw on the kitchen counter.
***
Alphas usually didn’t scent each other, except for mated partners, of course.
So when Chan slowly started to rub his underjaw over Jeongin’s head, quietly sliding to the side of his face to press their cheeks together, the younger man knew that his plan was finally coming to the final step.
They weren’t even alone, Chan was unconsciously scenting him before the presence of all their packmates scattered around the living room.
With the coverage of the dark, the only source of light in the room was the TV projecting the second season of Arcane, Chan had fallen into his blooming omega instincts without his usual care for prying eyes.
Jeongin couldn’t stop a smile from making his own dimples show up, and as if they were magnets Chan’s nose found them, pressing in the little curve of his skin.
If things kept going like this Jeongin would surely go insane before the end of Chan’s transformation.
But if Chan's saccharine scent was of any hint he wouldn’t have to wait for too long before the drugs made their magic, freeing Jeongin from his restraints and Chan hyung from his biological chains.
***
“Don’t you think Chan hyung is acting…differently?” Seungmin prompted one day as Jeongin was helping him fill his luggage.
He was packing to spend the summer break at his grandparents' house in the countryside, the last of their roommates to finally leave the house.
Hyunjin and Felix were visiting the older extended family for a wedding. Minho had dragged Han to camping and Changbin was out for work until the end of the month.
Jeongin forced his pulse not to accelerate “Huh? I don’t know, what makes you think that?”
Seungmin seemed a little worried “He seems on the edge, he is sleeping a lot more than usual which is not bad…especially for his insomniac ass, but…” the beta always had a great eye for details “…he is also acting out of character, even Han thinks that he smells softer?”
Jeongin gave him a thoughtful look, to reassure him that he was giving his concerns the right importance “He is more relaxed than usual, maybe he is finally decompressing his nerves.”
Seungmin didn’t seem too reassured by that “Felix said the same, but I’m still a little worried. Just keep an eye on him, for me?”
“What is it? Affection? Kim Seungmin has a heart after all?” Jeongin tried to divert, and it worked, grossed out Seungmin threw him a shirt and they changed the topic to a more light-hearted banter.
Seungmin had no reason to worry, after all, Chan was fine.
He was sleeping more than usual because his body needed a lot of rest to undergo the big changes the hormones were igniting. Jeongin would never put him at risk, strictly keeping an eye on him to be sure that the drugs weren’t having too many side effects.
He would never do anything bad to Chan.
***
With clockwork precision Chan entered the final step of his transition at the start of Jeongin’s pre-rut.
A perfectly calculated timing. He and Chan were home alone, in the heat of summer as a good excuse to go naked around the house, and a lot of rut pheromones radiating from Jeongin.
Like a moth to a flame, Chan’s need for skin-to-skin touch skyrocketed, dragging him closer to Jeongin. The only available alpha in the house. His big body pressed over Jeongin’s leaner - not by much - figure felt incredibly hot.
If one of the omegas was home, they would have already noticed what was happening to their dear hyung. But they were out of the city, unable to warn Chan before his plan could reach the turning point.
As Jeongin’s rut neared Chan’s pre-heat deepened, dragging him into a constant state of need for his presence.
When it hit all the carefully planned strings finally tying their knots, Chan was at his piano, his trembling hands trying to finish the exercise he was practicing with a stubbornness that only made him hotter to Jeongin’s eyes.
He wouldn’t let go, hot and feverish, mind already hazing because of the drug-induced heat Chan was still trying to keep it together.
“I think you should rest hyung.” Jeongin gently rubbed his nape, feeling him melt under his touch.
Chan’s lips parted to let escape a loud moan, with the consequent reddening of his chest.
“Fuck…I…sorry,” Chan muttered in a state of panic as he got up to rush to their bathroom.
On the padding of his chair a beautiful wet stain.
Jeongin smiled, following him with no rush, Chan was confused by the situation and he would have to explain everything. He could finally tell him that he knew, he saw Chan for what he was.
Not their oldest alpha, but an omega trapped in the wrong body.
Jeongin would finally say to him that he loved him for what he was, that Chan deserved to live the life he was meant to have and not the one biology dictated for him.
Chan was scrambling around the bathroom, searching for something in Felix’s box, the one where the younger omega kept all the heat-related things.
Jeongin guessed he would panic, yet this wasn’t something he expected to witness; leaving him in confusion.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
He wasn’t frantically moving around the bathroom, but searching for something with purpose. Chan’s voice was confused, a little panicked but not horrified “It’s not right.” he muttered more like he was talking to himself than with Jeongin.
“I think I know what is happening to you…” Jeongin stepped into the room with extreme care, but at that Chan dropped the box on the sink, looking at him even more confused.
He was feverish and his scent was spiking between arousal from the heat and the brunt taste of worry “You know? Felix told you?”
Now it was Jeongin’s time to be confused “Wha…Felix told me what?”
Chan let out a pained whine “I’m…that I….” Jeongin could see the struggle on his mortified face and the internal fighting to keep speaking.
Jeongin wanted to cradle him in his arms, his alpha telling him to protect the lost omega before him.
“That I started taking omega hormones to…” Jeongin didn’t make him finish, completing his phrase “…to bitch yourself into an omega.”
If he was red before Chan was burning now “I wouldn’t call it like that. But yeah, I don’t feel like an alpha I never did, and…I decided to fix it but the therapy just started and shouldn’t give me these kinds of effects until November. I wanted to talk to all of you before the change became visible but now I’m…” he stopped the word vomit, biting his bottom lip “…I’m leaking Jeongin, and I think I should go to the hospital.”
Jeoning shook his head, walking closer until he could reach his nape with his hand, cupping it “You are okay hyung.”
Chan bit his lips with so much force it almost drew blood “I’m not, this is not normal Jeongin. You need to take me to a doctor and stop whatever crazy route those meds made my body take, please…I’m sorry this is not the way I wanted you to find out but I need your help.”
Oh Chan didn’t know how much he needed Jeongin, but not to drive them to the hospital and useless doctors.
“I’ve swapped your suppressants with a bitching-drug.” He finally confessed, freeing himself from the guilt of that silence.
Chan went stiff under his touch, and Jeongin could clearly read the betrayal for what he did into his face and sewn into his scent.
“You did what?” His voice was just a whisper, yet it echoed in the silent bathroom.
Jeongin pressed his fingers on the soft nape to keep him in place “I could see the suffering that being an Alpha was giving you, I saw how afraid you were to be found out and…I wanted to help you.”
Chan growled but it wasn’t so intimidating now that he smelled like the most tempting dish in the world “By drugging me?”
“I wanted to make you experience what being an omega would feel, and give you a chance.”
Chan gripped his wrist. Even on the verge of heat he was still stronger than Jeongin, so peeling him off his nape wasn’t difficult “Without telling me.”
“When did you decide it was time to transition?” Jeongin asked.
“Three weeks ago,” Chan answered.
It made much more sense, coincidences rarely happened out of drama scripts “You were already changing your mannerisms, you finally settled your mind because you were already getting in touch with your inner omega.” he explained “I swapped your meds two months ago.”
Chan growled again, with more force and Jeongin’s wolf stilled at the echo of a dying alpha “And even if it was the chase, what do you expect me to do now?”
Jeongin had to force his lungs to breathe in.
“Let me bitch you, hyung.”
The silence was covered only by the deafening drumming of his own heartbeat breaking his ribs from the inside.
Jeongin felt like he was one breath from dying, from losing everything in a bet that never felt more real than it was right now.
He was sentenced to death and Chan was the executioner with the waiting axe in his hands and the King who could sign the indulgence.
Chan’s voice was barely audible “You drugged me for months and expect me to take your knot? Are you crazy Yang Jeongin?”
The right answer was that yes, Jeongin was crazy.
Crazy for him, capable of doing unspeakable things for Chan, drugging him or killing himself if Chan commanded him to. Chan saved his crumbling life and Jeongin readily left all his morals to save him from living his own in misery.
So yes, Jeongin had lost his mind “I love you Chan, I love you enough to do this even though I knew you could end up hating me.”
Chan’s hand gripped him under his jaw, pressing on the jugular and cutting his air short.
Their faces were one breath away from a kiss. “I could report you to the police.”
He should, and Jeongin would spend the next ten years of his life in prison.
Speaking with Chan’s hand collaring his neck was not easy. “I saw you, hyung. I saw you before everyone else. And I fell in love with everything you were and everything you were trying to hide. So yes, I’m so fucking crazy about you to confess all of this and face the consequences. If you don’t want this, I can call myself a taxi or 911….your choice.”
Sparkles were gathering on the corner of his vision, Chan might as well decide to cut his oxygen supply forever, and even then Jeongin would accept it if death came from him. Jeongin managed to not find himself living under a bridge and then maybe jumping from it because Chan said yes that fateful night.
Chan loosened his grip, freeing him and finally allowing him to breathe and Jeongin found himself gripping the sink to avoid falling on his knees.
Chan’s eyes were dark and hazy at the same time, as if he was there and not entirely himself “And get out of this while I have to endure the heat you fucking induced to me alone?” he asked, betrayal in his voice.
The shift in his dense scent told Jeongin he was spared, the King showing him mercy “Get in the fucking bed and drag me out of this, you stupid asshole.” his royal orders.
And Jeongin had always been a loyal servant.
***
Chan wasn’t just wet, saying he was - only - wet would be an undeserving understatement.
Chan’s hole, softened and pulsing, was drenched in sweet slick to the point of ruining his underwear and soaking the shorts.
His scent was sugary, brown sugar with a hint of lavender, and it was finally not because of the shampoo. Jeongin could now smell Chan’s real scent, the one he was meant to be, taking it in his lungs and tasting it on his taste buds without even needing to put his mouth on it.
He would, only the Grim Reaper itself could stop him from burying his face in that nectar and satiating his thirst.
But at the moment, he needed to get a grip on his instincts and help Chan complete his transition. His knot was only the last piece of the puzzle. To become what he was, Chan needed Jeongin to be his alpha and call his omega wolf from the torpor.
“Present to me,” he ordered, pushing the older man on the bedsheets after spending the entire way from the bathroom eating his face, biting his lips, and conquering his mouth.
Chan was already trembling on his weak knees and out of breath.
“Turn around and present for your alpha, omega.” The sound of Jeongin’s alpha voice alone was enough to make him gush out more slick, droplets staining the blue sheets and tinting them a shade darker.
A loud moan surging from his throat and Chan was already turning on his knees, fighting his instincts and behaving for Jeongin.
Chan was born to be an omega, Jeongin couldn’t believe that nature made someone like him born with a knot.
He turned to stand on his knees and spread his cheeks with such obedience that Jeongin almost purred at the delightful vision, his wolf intoxicated by the sense of absolute power from having an older alpha submit to him. To make the magic happen and trigger a real heat Chan’s alpha needed to be obliterated, burned by the flames of heat and turned to ashes, to be reborn in the form of an obedient omega. By the tears staining his cheeks, Jeongin could see the utter effort Chan was putting in this ritual killing.
Jeongin’s hand knitted at the round ass, gripping the soft skin with enough force to make Chan squirm away.
Soon it would become easier, Chan only needed to understand his place.
One single slap and a growl.
Chan turned his head, baring his teeth and Jeongin growled back, harder, stronger, giving his ass another slap with such force that Chan’s entire body moved forward in the sheets before he could stop the fall with his hands.
“Behave, bad omegas don’t get knotted,” he warned.
In response Chan buried his face in the curve of his elbow, biting the skin to the point of tasting his own blood at every slap that followed.
Jeongin wanted him marked and humiliated, unable to sit normally once he was finished with him. So even if Chan would eventually cast him away there would be something branding his skin and his soul with Jeongin’s name.
His rut hormones cheering at the display of surrender before him.
“Good boy Channie…” he went back to grip the red skin, and even though Chan was whining in pain he didn’t try to escape it, making him proud “…such a good boy, you want to make your alpha proud?”
Chan nodded, but Jeongin needed him to speak “I didn’t hear you, omega.”
The excitement to call him like that aloud, and not just in his mind as he did many times, was enough to bring Jeongin to the edge alone. His canines pushing behind his lips, feeling like fangs, the urge to claim his hyung becoming unbearable.
Chan muttered something over his skin and Jeongin spanked him again, right over his hole to elicit a moan of pain.
“Yes, yes, yeah I want to make you proud…” Chan grunted, swallowing his pride “...alpha.”
Finally.
Jeongin’s dick was starting to hurt in his pants.
“Turn.”
Chan obeyed, plain and obedient kneeling before him without even the need to order him.
He was really made for this, he only needed a gentle, or not so gentle, push just as Jeongin always knew.
“Unzip my pants.”
Chan didn’t look him in the eyes, his gaze cast on the visible boner as he unzipped Jeongin’s jeans, letting the clothing slide against his thighs and leaving him with only his underwear.
Jeongin freed himself of it by himself, presenting his erection to Chan’s face, inches away from his tortured lips, the blood on it looking like a soft hue of lipstick. He nudged toward his mouth in a delicate motion, not to force him but an invitation.
Catching his request Chan’s obedience faltered “I never…Jeongin I don’t-“
In response the younger grabbed him by the chin, pulling him to his dripping tip “You what omega? You don’t know how to properly suck an alpha cock?”
Chan shook his head, and something inside Jeongin’s groin ignited.
“Oh…my pretty omega only licked holes?” It came out mockish and harsh, but the point of all of this was to make him drop submitting and leave everything he was before.
Chan didn’t answer, didn’t look at him, diverting his eyes and trying to get away from his grip with a frustrated grunt. Not liking to be made fun of like this, especially right now, but Jeongin’s grip was secured against his jawbones.
“Okay princess, lick it. Show me what you can do with your tongue and if you are good enough I’ll show you what I can do with mine. How a real alpha licks a hole.” He licked his own lips, stating a point, slow and perfectly controlled before pulling Chan over his cock.
His first lap was tentative, a tiny lick with the edge of his tongue right over his dripping tip like one would do with the straw of a frappè.
He didn’t seem entirely sure of what he was doing, forcing himself to space over the length, experimental laps over his shaft while Jeongin helped him move around it.
By his stance, in body and with his fairly generous size he had now useless hanging between his legs, it was no wonder that even with male betas, like his ex, Chan had always been pushed to a certain kind of role and annoying stereotypical rules in bed.
Some cocks were simply made to be blown.
Even Jeongin couldn’t stop salivating before that majestic dick, a shame that it had to be ignored for now. But if Chan let him stay, if Chan let Jeongin have him then he would have the opportunity to blow him off, and maybe use the occasion for a sixty-nine and teach him some tricks.
Right now having a decent blowjob wasn’t the point, Jeongin was just unveiling his weakness and weaponizing his limits to his own advantage. He needed Chan to feel ashamed of his own poor skills, unable to please his alpha, and therefore try harder.
Making someone like Chan fall into submission wasn’t an easy job, he was too used to always having everything under control. Chan lived with his secret for so long, having to keep every aspect of himself in check all the time, to a point that making him let go of the reins of his conscience would be no easy job.
But Jeongin was a determined man.
So he pushed him a little further “Is that all you can do? Or maybe you don’t want me to eat you out.” with his chin still in his grip Jeongin shook his head.
He pushed Chan off his cock with a loud pop “Why do all this lame job knowing it would never please me?”
Chan growled, low and tiny and Jeongin slapped him right on his left cheek “What? Getting bratty to the truth?”
Instead of pulling away or lifting from his knees Chan opened his mouth, taking him in deep, until he gagged and had to stop to cough.
Tears of shame and anger at the corner of his pretty, oh so pretty, face.
Jeongin allowed him to try to take him all until his limit, watching him bob his head up and down with an awkward rhythm and insecure movements.
The obscene sounds coming from him were like angelic music to Jeongin’s ears. He was a vision that could lead him to climax, so cute, such a good boy trying his best for the alpha harshly looking at him with a judging look.
So perfectly succumbing to his demands and embracing the loss of power, even if Jeongin for him would do anything, he had done everything even all this play.
Jeongin patted his curls “Okay, okay…you are doing your best. Do you want me to show my best?”
Chan grunted, tears still at the corner of his eyes, it was time to see him spill it.
“Ask for it.”
Silence.
“Ask.”
“I want your knot.” was Chan’s demand instead, but he wasn’t there yet, too present in his senses even if his scent was becoming sweeter by the minute and his eyes a little more unfocused than before.
There was no short cut to this, be it with drugs or proper medications, Chan needed to let go of every restraint, making himself succumb to the heat and be broken by an alpha before getting a knot, or it wouldn’t work.
“You’ll get it when you learn how to properly beg for it.” Jeongin pushed him back over the mattress, slotting himself between his open legs before Chan could even attempt to close them.
He grabbed his thighs and pushed them apart, keeping him in place despite the protests and the bland attempt to escape him.
Chan was already wet all down to his inner thighs, dripping sweet slick and his scent was so, so tempting. Down there he smelled like brown sugar and sweet buns, a watering invite for a starved dog like Jeongin.
Chan’s tension was betrayed by the shaking of his pupils, in the roughed breaths and the way his chest faltered his rhythm when Jeongin’s face came closer to his hole. He started by licking the slick on the inner side of his legs, it tasted delicious, like his favourite dish.
Chan was the only thing Jeongin would feed on if given the possibility.
Slowly getting up, lapping and nibbing at his skin with a strained slowness while keeping eye contact with him gave Jeongin a front seat view of Chan’s downfall.
How his grip on that tiny bit of control faltered, one finger slipping from the reins, one after the other, one lick up his hole at a time.
Chan was scared and yet his body was tensing not in fear but in anticipation for Jeongin’s tongue to reach him and dig into his honeypot.
When Jeongin’s tongue finally lapped that sweet nectar from its source they both released a deep moan, Jeongin’s dick pulsing under him.
He dug deeper, losing no time to breach the loosening muscles and diving into his banquet.
Chan’s hand shot to his hair, gripping the black locks and pulling him closer, the other hand gripping his balls to take them out of his way so Jeongin could get closer, deeper. He lifted them both, folding Chan’s ass up and bending him in half, one leg hooked on his shoulder so the fingers of his free hand could join his mouth and reach where his tongue could not.
Chan’s moans and whimpers started to sound like prayers, a rosary chanted just for him, for a blessing, for an orgasm.
Jeongin’s fingers pushing and brushing on his prostate in rhythm with his tongue answered his prayers and Chan’s dick painted his own abdomen and face with white.
First one.
Jeongin didn’t stop, even if Chan begged him to “No, no, no no In…innie I’m…I can’t.” but he could, he wasn’t an alpha anymore, he was an omega and omegas don’t need to stop after only one orgasm.
So even if he weakling tried to push him away Jeongin didn’t stop, taking a faster rhythm to stroke him from the inside to a second orgasm, so close to the other that only a little, tiny, sprout of cum dropped on Chan’s beautiful face.
Jeongin leaned over him, leaving his legs to fall on the sides, beautifully sprawled over the bed as he bent to kiss him.
Chan’s lips still wet with his own cum, didn’t taste salty as Jeongin expected, all the pineapple juice he drank? Maybe his hormones changing his semen?
Not that he cared while his tongue mixed the taste of semen and slick inside their mouths, stealing another whimper from the elder.
“See, this is how you taste now.” Jeongin whispered over him, biting his lower lip “It’s delicious, so delicious I could spend my life eating you out hyung.” two fingers reached his spasming hole and scooped new slick from it. He pressed them on Chan’s mouth, making him suck.
His eyes rolled back and Jeongin purred at it “So cute, so sweet. This is how my omega is supposed to taste.”
He pushed his fingers deeper, finding the depth he wanted and caressing the back of his tongue “Hyung?”
“Hmfng.”
Jeongin smiled at his teary eyes, he was fighting so hard to not gag around his fingers. Chan was putting so much effort into being a good omega for him, making him proud and proving himself deserving of Jeongin’s knot.
“Can you give me another one?” he asked “If you give me another one I’ll give you my knot.”
Hesitation and a whimper escaping from Chan’s gagged mouth, he was so eager to have his knot and so afraid of not being able to gain the right to it.
Jeongin hooked his fingers down, making him open his mouth,hooking the back of his teeth, before sliding them out and kissing him one more time, making sure to brush his pulsing cock between them so Chan could feel it.
He could see the edge where Chan was hanging, one slip away from completely dropping for him, his hips thrusted back, following the brushing of their erections.
“So omega? Another one for your alpha?” this time he used a sugary tone, the tip of his fingers already sliding back between his ass cheeks.
Chan nodded, spasming from the pleasure and the intoxication of their burning scents “I’ll try..a-alpha.”
Jeongin shook his head, brushing their noses together before kissing his cheekbones “No try love, you’ll give it to me because I’m your alpha and I’ll get it from you. Clear?”
And he was finally making the step off the edge “Yes alpha, yes alpha, yea…” he couldn’t finish his stream of pleading as Jeongin kissed him while his fingers dipped inside his waiting walls, the wetness of it coating his skin. He could foretaste the feeling of those sweet walls around his dip, the ring of muscles giving out to his width.
Chan was burning around his fingers abusing his prostate to steal another orgasm.
He was in flames under Jeongin’s weight, fully getting consumed by his heat, dampening the sheets with gushing slick and sweat, the lavender coming from his glands making Jeongin’s head spin as his nose fell in the crook of his neck.
Chan’s trembling hands gripped his hair “No…n-don’t bite.”
Jeongin laughed over his damp skin, lapping the spot over his scent glands to elicit more of the sweet fragrance.
His index hooked over the sweet spot inside him and Chan was falling deeper, hips spasming under him, and frail pleas escaping his lips as Jeongin’s canines brushed the delicate skin.
He made him ride it until he couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks.
Undone and lost in it Chan was beautiful.
“Good boy, my good, obedient omega.”
Chan muttered something, slurring to a point that Jeongin could barely understand he was asking for his knot between the tears.
“Present to me Channie.”
He asked this time, no need to order him around anymore, not when everything smelled like brown sugar and fields of lavender Jeongin wouldn’t be able to wash even after weeks of baths.
Chan was so out of it that Jeongin had to step back and help him turn the messy melted limbs that were his body, so he could be once again on his knees, ass up and head completely bushed into the mattress.
His back now bent into a beautiful arch.
His hole was slightly agape, waiting for Jeongin to fill the void and mark his claim over him.
His scent was so thick the alpha had the taste on his tongue.
Jeongin’s hands on Chan's waist felt so right as he wrapped them to his hip bones, pushing him over the red tip of his impatient cock. Chan wasn’t the only well-behaved pup between them, Jeongin could afford to finally claim his reward and lose himself in the pleasure of his hyung’s heat.
Bullying his length into Chan felt so easy, his muscles giving almost no resistance but even better, sucking him in, dragging his cock deeper until it was completely inside.
A sword perfectly slotted in its’ shelve.
As his hips met Chan’s ass Jeongin let go a big exhale, covered by his hyung’s lewd moan as he slowly finished feeding it to him.
“Perfect, you were made for me omega.” Without the patience or the will to wait more he dragged his length out before reaching the base, leaving only the tip inside before sliding back in and giving them both what they were waiting for since the start, since that kiss in the bathroom.
“Hyung you’re a perfect omega, my perfect omega.” The burning from his hot insides would drive him mad “You could only be made for me, you were waiting for me to complete you hyung…you hear me?”
With a stronger thrust of his hips he got from Chan a long, whined string of yes, yes, yes, made for you, yes.
Hearing him say it was the last blade over the already torn rope of his sanity. Jeongin finally allowed himself to let go, to take what was meant to be his since the start, to what came to be only because of him.
Chan was his omega, the perfect omega Jeongin made for himself, only his to take.
And he took, his hips setting a brutal pace that hit Chan on his kidneys and prostate, making him scream lewd pleas of mercy between satisfied sobs.
His legs gave out under him. Jeongin’s hands on his hips the only thing keeping his ass up while his torso melted on the bed, strings of cum mixing in waves that made it impossible to tell how many times he had reached his climax over Jeongin’s cock.
Over his alpha’s cock.
“More…more, knot…k-not a…lpha.” He tried to cry out, while his hands scrambled for something to hold on to only to find crumpled sheets.
The skin between them was slippery from the amount of slick he was producing and that Jeongin was coating out of him with his thrusts.
The sound of slapping became wet and messy, saturated by Chan’s wanton moans every time Jeongin’s forming knot got caught in his rim.
“Fuck, I’m going to breed you hyung.” Jeongin’s fingers dug into his skin, leaving red marks all around his hips and over the defined curve of his V line.
Chan let out an ecstatic moan “Give it to me, please, please, alpha, please.” He finally pleaded as Jeongin asked him.
Not that at this point Jeongin would be able to stop himself from knotting him, his hips acting over their own free will, moving faster inside Chan’s welcoming hole.
When his knot finally popped inside him, locking them, Jeongin fell over him, hips giving the final fast thrust to his orgasm “I’m giving it to you, your alpha is breeding you my love, my omega.” He whispered as he came, muttering between the kisses placed over his neck and a bit over his shoulder, away from his mating spot, because Jeongin couldn’t trust himself to go near it and not bite.
Feeling his cum painting his walls Chan milked him, moving his ass up to keep him filling his inside, like a real bitch in heat.
Trying to get pregnant with his alpha’s seed.
Jeongin wished he could, Chan would look so good round and full of his pups.
Sulking on the image he bit his shoulder a bit harder, almost breaching Chan’s skin and making him cum one last time, his hole spasming around his spent cock and driving them both into overstimulation.
Locked together, the heat wave frenzy washing down Chan’s head and Jeongin’s mind slowing down a little, the air around them suddenly felt thick.
Only the rough panting of their breaths filling the heavy silence. Jeongin didn’t dare to move or speak, body completely limp over Chan, still embracing him in a tight hug.
The older’s skin was a little less hot, the fever was probably going down a little after receiving his first knot.
Between them, the wetness suddenly felt sticky. Jeongin’s head was running a mile, filled with a rumbling succession of guilt and fear for what Chan would do now that his need for a knot had been satiated.
The next wave would probably come in an hour or so, but there was nothing to give granted when it came to the first heat of a bitched alpha. Which reminded him that Chan was now an omega, he had transformed just like the vlogs said, Jeongin helped him to shed the last bit of his old skin and be reborn like a beautiful phoenix.
He had put everything at risk for it but it was finally done.
Jeongin dared to smile against Chan’s shoulder.
“What do you have to smile about? I’m still mad at you Jeongin.” Chan grunted.
“I was afraid you would never overcome the fear to be what you are, hyung. I don’t care if you are mad at me, I wanted to help you.”
This was not a conversation they could avoid, especially not when they were forced to be glued together for at least another fifteen minutes until Jeongin’s knot would go down and unlock them. Jeongin finished what he started, just as Chan asked him to do, if he wanted him out of the door the second his knot deflated he would go.
Just as he promised.
He could live a life without him after being his first alpha, the first and the only person who made him able to live a free life in the secondary gender he was meant to be.
Chan’s fingers pulling his hair to stinging made him hiss “You could have asked you fucker. Drugging me, are you sick in the head?”
With a kiss on the nape, Jeongin found himself murmuring “I was afraid to scare you off and make you close to me.” trying to soothe his fiery mood.
They still needed to rest before the next wave, and Chan couldn’t fathom how much his satisfied pheromones were acting like a lullaby to Jeongin’s tired body. But Chan seemed unable to leave the talking for another moment, and after a long silence that almost allowed Jeongin to fall asleep against his damp skin, he talked again.
“And what should I do now after what you did? The only reasonable answer is to report you to the police.”
Jeongin’s knot had deflated a little and he lifted from his back with a grunt, the uncomfortable feeling of cold air against his wet skin, rolling on his back at Chan’s side so he was able to look at him “Then be unreasonable and let me mate you.”
Chan’s dimples were mockish “You can’t be serious.”
He still couldn’t understand, could he?
“I’m serious enough to drug you, this kind of commitment isn’t easy to find you know?” Jeongin repeated to him, never leaving his eyes.
He needed Chan to understand “I love you. I love everything about you Chan, I always have even when you kept hiding it from the world.” his hand extended over Chan’s face to caress his cheeks, forgetting for a moment the brutality he had to put into sex to accomplish the bitching.
Despite his words of coldness Chan didn’t move, letting Jeongin touch him in the silence left between them.
Jeongin knew him enough to read the conflict going on inside him, Chan had always been an open book to his attentive eyes, this situation was no exception. Jeongin did what he had done sure of his own reading, right now Chan was in need of reassurance, to get rid of every lie.
“I’m sorry Chan.” he finally spoke, looking at the ease slipping behind the subtle tension of his hyung’s body and so telling scent “How are you feeling now? You should drink something and catch some rest before the next wave.”
This was his first heat after all, he needed to be taken care of, cherished like the loved omega that he was, and maybe by tomorrow afternoon they would build his first nest together as Chan discovered the beauty of being what he was meant to be.
“I want to shower.”
Jeongin gave him a nod “I’ll gather snacks and water while you get one.” he was already getting up on his feet but a hand on his wrists stopped him.
Chan shook his head “I want to shower with you, be a good alpha, and take proper care of your omega, Yang Jeongin.”
Oh, that Jeongin would gladly do.