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Jinki has everything ready for when Jonghyun is finally coming over. Despite being well into his thirties, he feels something like nervous anticipation. His new home is modelled completely like he wanted it and it even has a spare guestroom for people staying over.
He’ll never directly admit it to them, but there is a part of every member represented in his house. A large kitchen for Kibum’s cooking, some work-out equipment for Minho, a recording room for Jonghyun and a large sectional couch where Taemin could lounge anytime if he wanted.
He’s invited Jonghyun over first. Before Jinki’s hiatus, they were together quite a lot in the evenings. Not even really doing anything, mostly just talking, making music, laughing and eating together.
Jinki prepared Japanese food, catered to Jonghyun’s taste. He feels a little stressed about it since his cooking isn’t anything special like Kibum’s but it would just have to make do.
After he gets the text from Jonghyun that he’s almost there, Jinki checks his face in the bathroom mirror. He usually doesn’t fret about his appearance, but today he just wants to make sure he looks presentable, at least.
He knows it’s only natural for an omega to want to look nice for an alpha, but their interactions haven’t really been influenced by their subgenders since debut. Jonghyun is known for his passionate support of omega rights and a lot has already changed for the better in the past two decades. Jinki doesn’t have to hide as much anymore as he used to and he had Jonghyun as his personal advocate when things got hard and SM pushed Jinki too far. There always has been a lot of pressure on him from the get-go. It wasn’t usual to have an omega as a leader. But he was chosen anyways and it proved to be a golden move. His calm and controlled temperament was a stable sea of quiet in the sheer chaos that is their team.
Jinki smiles when he thinks about it now. With Minho and Jonghyun as their two alphas and Taemin as the other Omega they certainly were a strange combination. Kibum didn’t feel left out in the slightest as the only beta, carving out his spot in the group by sheer will alone. He made sure no one would ever overlook him. And no one does.
A soft knock on the front door catches Jinki’s attention and he gives up on trying to make anything of his hair. He whirls around fast, nearly bumps into the doorpost in his haste to get to the front door but manages to evade it at the last second. He opens the door and there’s Jonghyun, dressed completely in black as always, face concealed by a mask and a cap. The first thing Jinki notices is Jonghyun’s
‘Hyung, It’s good to- whoah.’
Jinki wants to greet him and Jonghyuns is already leaning in for a hug but Jinki stumbles forward slightly, a dizzy spell suddenly hitting him out of nowhere. Jonghyun grips his bicep to steady him, instant concern in his eyes as he steadies him.
‘I’m sorry.’ Jinki apologizes, although he isn’t sure why.
‘Are you okay?’ Jonghyun asks as he steps inside and removes his mask and his coat. When he turns, he studies Jinki, who looks a bit sheepish, because he isn’t sure himself what’s wrong with him today.
Jinki knows why Jonghyun is instantly so concerned. He notices it in a lot of people he’s close to after his hiatus. They all make sure he eats well, he sleeps enough and that he’s cared for. No one wants another unfortunate incident like last June before his hiatus.
Jinki’s cheeks warm when he thinks about it. Although he’s feeling all better now, he still doesn’t like thinking about it. He hated having to abandon his team even though they would never call it that.
‘Yeah, just… I just stood up too quickly maybe. I don’t know.’
Jonghyun nods, satisfied with that as an explanation for now. He pulls Jinki into a hug, then. Jinki lets out a little surprised sound, not expecting to have Jonghyun squeeze his waist and put his chin on his shoulder. But then again, Jonghyun was always one to express his love psysically. He always found an excuse to touch Jinki with a hand on his knee, a hug from behind or a pat on his head.
Jinki always enjoys the closeness, the warmth it makes him feel and the feeling of having the pack together.
Jonghyun’s familiar sandalwood and cedar scent envelops him as Jonghyun has his arms around him and Jinki feels it smooth over some kind of ache that always builds when he doesn’t see him for too long.
When Jonghyun finally lets go, Jinki feels instantly better.
‘I made food.’ He says and Jonghyun’s eyes light up. He claps his hands together, the sound muffled from his sweater paws covering them.
‘Oh, I’m starving. It already smells good.’ The last part has Jinki pausing because he prepared the food this morning already and as far as Jinki can tell there is no lingering smell.
Maybe the neighbours ordered something. Or the new house smells different.
‘But please give me a tour first! I’m dying to know what had you so enthusiastic for me to see.’
Jinki has to contain his excitement as he leads Jonghyun forwards towards his first target.
‘I had them soundproof it.’ He says as he pushes open the door while facing Jonghyun.
Jonghyun looks confused before Jinki opens the door to his home studio and recording booth. It’s small but it’s professional grade equipment and it has room to store his several guitars.
‘Whoah, hyung.’ Jonghyun looks at the soundboard, the computers, sits down slowly in the producers’ chair, ‘amazing.’ His voice is almost a whisper, completely in awe.
Jinki almost wants to snap a picture of Jonghyun’s excited face but instead he tries to imprint it in his brain, for whenever he needs to remember what he’s doing it all for.
Jinki knows Jonghyun has a little home studio at his mom’s place but he wants him to be able to record at his house too. He has a secret fantasy of them working on songs and then record them together.
Jonghyun’s attention shifts towards the two guitars displayed on the wall. ‘Hyung this is too cool.’
He carefully touches the neck of the electric guitar that was gifted to Jinki by his new company, and then he moves on to the acoustic one.
‘Griffin doesn’t play around, huh?’
Jinki smiles a little bashfully now. The electric guitar had been a gift from Griffin because of Jinki’s interest in playing, and it still made him a little shy to have received such an expensive gift.
‘Moonsung says he wants to see me play in concert in the future. I don’t know if that’ll happen anytime soon though. Maybe in ten years.’
Jonghyun scoffs immediately, taking the acoustic guitar off the wall and presenting it to Jinki.
‘Pretty sure I heard your CEO say you can play an entire song and sing at the same time, too. Your standard are too high, hyung.’
Jinki takes it from him, then sits down on one of the stools in the corner of the little studio.
‘That’s what Zairo says too. But I feel like I have to gain confidence first. Or my nerves will ruin it for me once I’m on stage.’
Jonghyun watches him then, as Jinki plays the intro chords of Stand By Me. Jonghyun knows all too well how Jinki still gets nervous before he has to perform, even after all this time. He gets stuck in endless comparison easily, feeling like he’s lacking. Especially just before his hiatus when he was sick.
Now, Jinki sings freely though and Jonghyun smiles. He loves the intimacy of it, the way only he gets to see these private moments of vulnerability. Jonghyun joins in for the last verse and chorus and Jinki locks eyes with him while they harmonize.
It’s always been this way. They would practice together more often than alone while they were young, and Jinki has to admit he misses it sometimes.
The last notes ring out and Jonghyun keeps looking at him. Jinki feels something in his chest and he doesn’t know how to name it or deal with it so instead he quickly stands up and hangs the guitar back in it’s place.
‘Let’s eat. You said you were hungry.’
He has his back turned, so he doesn’t notice that Jonghyun has come closer until the turns around again and Jonghyun is just a step away.
Jinki holds his breath, careful not to inhale too much of Jonghyun’s scent because he knows it’s dangerous. Alluring. Forbidden.
‘I am.’ Jonghyun says, and swallows. Jinki pretends not to notice the intensity in Jonghyuns gaze. He pretends he is unaffected. Calm, controlled, like usual.
Still, that something in his chest refuses to back down tonight and Jinki should probably be more concerned about it then he is.
He steps past Jonghyun to make his way to the kitchen.
He continues the house tour on the way like nothing happened. Jonghyun plays along, or hasn’t actually noticed anything amiss. It doesn’t matter. Jinki is used to it. The little dance they’re doing. Maybe partly unknowingly, unintentionally.
It’s just instinct. Biology. That’s what Jinki tells himself when he starts heating up the food he’s prepared and Jonghyun is sprawled on his couch with his notebook and a glass of wine.
It’s what Jinki’s been telling himself for over fifteen years now, even though he’s never felt anything even remotely comparable to this towards Minho, the other alpha in the group.
He walks over to the couch holding both of their plates when he’s hit with a violent dizzy spell. He has to pause momentarily and nearly drops their food.
He curses and its soft, but Jonghyun hears it anyways.
He gets up from his half-lying position, looks over at Jinki, ‘hyung?’
He’s up and next to him before Jinki can even say anything and the plates are quickly taken from him, brought towards the coffee table.
Jinki tries to collect himself but a headache is starting to form in his temples and it’s making it difficult to think.
Jonghyun returns to his side, his hands hovering at first, but quickly settling on his waist.
‘You should sit down. Eat something.’
Jinki nods. Frowns a little, unsure what has brought this all on. He’s been eating well, sleeping enough and exercising regularly lately.
‘Ah, I should get some chopsticks…’ Jinki starts to turn around back towards the kitchen but Jonghyun stops him with a firm hand on his hip.
‘Don’t even think about it.’
He helps him towards the couch, refusing to let go until he is safely sitting down.
Jonghyun is back in a flash and hands him chopsticks as well as his food.
‘Eat up.’ He says and it sounds not entirely like a suggestion. Jinki just laughs a little, trying to lighten the mood by joking, ‘yes, mom.’
Jonghyun’s eyes instantly soften. ‘You’ll have to forgive me, hyung, I’ll stop worrying once I’m used to the fact that you’re really really doing better.’
Jinki just nods, gives him a look that says everything all at once, it’s okay, Jonghyun-ah, from you I’ll accept it
He eats well and Jonghyun tells him about a new song he’s working on. Jinki always loves listening to Jonghyun’s creative process. He likes seeing it come alive while Jonghyun works on it.
‘I’ll write more songs for you if you want, you know? I’m an independent producer now. Though I don’t know if your company will be able to afford me.’ He jokes, and Jinki laughs.
In the end, when they’ve both finished their food, they’re talking and Jinki’s head is in Jonghyun’s lap and Jinki is completely relaxed, with Jonghyun’s fingers lightly caressing his hair. But the throbbing in his head doesn’t let up and Jonghyun notices him frown.
‘Headache?’ Jonghyun asks and Jinki nods, almost inclined to lie but knowing he shouldn’t. It wouldn’t work on Jonghyun anyways.
‘Okay. Where are your painkillers?’ He gently lifts Jinki so he can get up and then Jonghyun’s warm lap is replaced with a cold pillow and Jinki pouts before he can stop himself.
Jonghyun grins, ‘yah, I’m doing you a favour here. Where do you keep them?’
‘Bathroom.’ Jinki says and Jonghyun nods, then calls back to him as he goes, ‘I’ll be back in a minute. Then I can be your pillow again.’
Jinki watches him go, clad in his baggy black pants and his oversized sweater with some indie band’s logo on it he doesn’t recognize.
He lies back down, listens to the rummaging noises coming from his bathroom as Jonghyun tries to look for some pain relief.
Jinki feels his stomach twist now, and a thin sheen of sweat is starting to form on his forehead. Is he getting a fever?
Suddenly the noises from the bathroom stop and are replaced by silence. Jinki almost calls out more specific instructions on where to find the little bottle when Jonghyun emerges, his face gone pale.
He’s holding a strip of pills, but he’s not approaching and Jinki squints trying to see if it’s the right medication. Jonghyun is standing completely still, frozen with a look of fear on his face and Jinki doesn’t understand why.
‘Hyung-’ Jonghyun begins but it comes out strained and Jinki lets out a sound, feeling his condition worsen by the minute and he could really use those painkillers by now and why isn’t Jonghyun just giving it to him?
He starts getting up, determined towards his goal of getting those painkillers but at first he fails miserably, all his strength suddenly gone.
His brain is hazy, but he tries again, and Jonghyun’s expression is telling him to Stop. Stay there. But Jinki just needs to be close to him. He struggles to stand, then gathers all his willpower to put one foot in front of the other. Jonghyun has backed away towards the wall now and Jinki sways as he finally reaches Jonghyun, just one last step needed before he can- he can-
He falls. Suddenly. Abruptly.
The last thing he sees is Jonghyun’s face of pure panic as he catches him in his arms.
Jonghyun stands completely still, trying to control the rising panic as he reads the strip in his hands again and again.
Heat suppressants. A monthly subscription. Supposed to contain only the last few days the months has left.
Instead, the weekend days are filled. The day today is Sunday.
Which means, Jinki has forgotten to take the last two pills.
And his heat is setting in.
Jonghyun barely dares to breathe now, barely dares to move because Jinki’s scent is hitting him and it’s intoxicating, robbing him of any coherent thought.
Still he tries. He needs to make a plan with Jinki. Someone needs to help him. Kibum maybe. Or Taemin.
Anyone but him, an alpha. An alpha who is currently getting so affected by his friends’ scent that it’s very very unwise for him to stay any longer.
He comes out the bathroom. Maybe there’s still time. Maybe they can talk about what to do.
But as soon as he sees Jinki, and the state he’s in, he gets closer and he knows it’s too late. His scent of florals and vanilla hits Jonghyun like a ton of bricks and his body feels like it’s on fire now.
He starts trying to explain but his words fail him and he backs away only to hit the wall behind him. He almost drops the little strip of pills and then, to his horror, Jinki starts approaching. Jonghyun can’t do anything but stand there, as desire builds and his treacherous instinct threatens to take over, barking at him to protect, provide, claim.
And what is so much worse, what makes resisting him infinitely harder is the little something that’s been an undeniable fact almost since their debut days. He’s so in love with Jinki it’s already hard to bear on normal days, let alone when Jinki is in full omega heat.
Jinki’s face is fully flushed, his light brown hair messily sticking to his forehead and he sways as he struggles to stay upright. Then, when he’s almost reached his goal, he collapses.
Jonghyun catches him. Sinks to the floor with his hyung in his arms.
And he knows he is completely, utterly fucked.
Jinki is barely conscious, hands coming up to Jonghyun’s neck and Jonghyun shudders as he feels the touch on his bare skin.
‘Please, my Jjong. Don’t leave me. Please, I-‘
A whine escapes him and Jonghyun it set to motion by something ancient, something primal and the only thought in his brain is to get Jinki to safety, to make him a nest, to guard him from any intruders.
He hoists Jinki up in his arms and it’s a bit of a struggle since he is a full grown man but he manages and carries him to his bedroom, kicks open the door and the air is filled with Jinki’s scent like a warm, heavy blanket. Jinki groans, twitches in his arms as he lowers him into the sheets and Jonghyun starts gathering pillows, closes the door and locks it for good measure. He thinks of barricading it, even, but he shakes his head, trying to gain some clarity.
‘Hyung, your apartment,’ In a moment of clarity, he tries to establish some form of communication.
‘Hyung, is your apartment scent-proof?’ He practically growls the question towards Jinki and he knows his own scent must be pressing down heavily on him. He cringes from his lack of control but he’s trying, he’s really trying but his own body is working against him and Jonghyun wants nothing more than to undress Jinki and bury himself in him as deep as possible until they’re both satisfied and sated.
He pushes it away. Forces it down, even though his hands are trembling and his vision is getting blurry.
When Jinki nods he sends his thanks to any god that will hear it and then tries to use the small part of his brain still capable of thought to remember what else Omega’s might need during their heat.
Jinki’s bathroom is connected to his bedroom and Jonghyun pulls open random cabinets, rummages around for towels, water bottles, cooling packs.
He finds some items and makes a complete mess in his haste to get back to Jinki and he dumps everything on the floor the moment he enters the bedroom again.
Jinki is writhing, shivering, unable to lie still and crying out in pain, in desperation for relief.
He’s never seen him like this. He’s never seen Jinki in heat.
Jinki always holds almost a military-like control on his cycle, minutely plans his pill intake and never forgets. Jonghyun has only ever seen Jinki post-heat. Glowing, the remnants of the scent sticking to his skin like an intoxicating perfume, but never more than that. Jonghyun always just solved any response his body might still have with his hand in the comfort of his own apartment.
This time, something has gone terribly wrong and it’s threatening to completely destroy the careful hold Jonghyun has always had on his feelings.
It’s magnetic, the way he feels the pull. He can’t do anything but approach and he kneels onto the bed, pulls Jinki towards him and Jinki curls into him, perched in his lap and holding onto him desperately.
‘Jjong I need you. I need you, please, help me. Jonghyun.’ Jinki’s lips graze Jonghyuns neck as he nuzzles into his scent, envelops himself in it, like his instincts are shouting at him to do, probably.
Jonghyun’s restraint is slipping and he’s caressing Jinki’s face, pressing him closer. But he can’t do anything more. He can’t actually help Jinki. It would be the worst kind of betrayal. Jonghyun nearly sobs as Jinki keeps scenting him openly and Jonghyun feels how much he himself is getting affected by Jinki’s scent that has turned heavy and sweet like honey now.
Suddenly, Jinki seems to gain some clarity, let’s out a little surprised sound and leans back, looking at Jonghyun as if seeing him for the first time. ‘Oh, you’re here. Jonghyun-ah, what-’
‘-your heat, hyung, you forgot to take your pills.’ Jonghyun explains through gritted teeth because Jinki looks devastatingly beautiful, his face too close to his and his mouth looking to inviting.
Jinki’s flush deepens, it that was even possible and Jonghyun nearly growls again because the sight is too much for him right now.
Jinki starts pushing him away then, even as he’s trembling, even as his instinct are pushing him to do the exact opposite.
‘No. Oh no, oh god, I’m so sorry. You have to go. Please, don’t feel forced to do this. I’ll be fine. I always go through this alone. Jonghyun-ah you need to go.’
Jonghyun feels an anger so hot it almost threatens to consume him at Jinki’s words. Not at Jinki himself, but at the implications of what Jinki is saying. He’s gone through this alone. Every single time since he first presented when he was 19. The thought of Jinki, alone and scared and vulnerable back then fucks him up so badly it physically hurts and he can´t do anything but hold him closer.
´I will not leave you like this, hyung, you are insane if you think I´d do that.´
Jonghyun knows he has to press on, because soon he won´t have words in his head anymore, when the heat reaches its peak. They have this little reprieve of it now but it´ll come in waves and the next one Jonghyun will not be able to control himself anymore.
´Please, don´t feel obligated to stay, I never wanted to manipulate you like this, Jonghyun-ah. I’m sorry.´
Jinki takes a shuddering breath and then Jonghyun feels something wet in his neck. Jinki is crying.
Again Jonghyun is temporarily overwhelmed by the need to make it better, to make all the hurt go away. He breathes out, tries to steady himself. Then pulls Jinki’s face from the crook of his neck, makes him look in his eyes so he can see Jinki’s response to what he’s about to say. What he’s about to offer.
‘I’ll help you, if you’ll have me. Just say the word and I’ll stay and I’ll make it better, I promise.’
Jonghyun watches in real-time as a million emotions cross Jinki’s face from shock, to disbelief to plain desire and finally, he nods. He nods and his pupils are blown as he looks back at Jonghyun and he licks his lips. Leans forwards.
His breath is hot on Jonghyun’s mouth and Jonghyun’s lips part naturally and then they’re kissing. Immediately, there is nothing soft about it. Immediately, it’s like Jonghyun is drowning in Jinki’s scent, in the heat of him. He holds his face and he pushes him back, into the sheets, into the pillows Jonghyun has laid out. He throws them off the bed now, getting everything out of the way so he can finally stake his claim. He kisses with complete devotion, surrenders to the need, the sharp want coursing through his body.
He pulls back, intending to get Jinki’s clothes out of the way because they’re an obstacle and Jonghyun needs it all gone as soon as possible. He’s barely disconnected, and immediately Jinki is clawing at him, trying to pull him towards him again, and then,
‘Please, fuck me, Jjong-’ Jinki whines and doesn’t even get to the end of his sentence because Jonghyun growls and almost rips Jinki’s shirt trying to get it off of him.
He succeeds quickly, then gets rid of his own sweater, needing skin on skin contact desperately.
Next are Jinki’s pants and Jinki helps with clumsy fingers, so completely out of it and it’s clear he’s hurting and Jonghyun wants to hurry the fuck up.
They’re off finally, and there is so much slick coating his thighs, and it’s soaked his underwear through and Jonghyun gets them off, too. He marvels at the hard length that is revealed, his mouth watering at the sight of it but then his gaze drops lower and Jonghyun inhales sharply at the sight of what’s waiting for him between Jinki’s legs.
‘Touch me, alpha.’ Jinki is definitely not sane anymore but neither is Jonghyun and his scent is mixing with Jinki’s and the room is completely filled with it now.
Jonghyun needs to calm himself for a bit, just a little bit to get his pants off and not just jump on Jinki instantly. He wants to be perfect, wants to serve him like he deserves.
Another shudder goes through Jinki who is panting and still whimpering softly. Finally, Jonghyun’s cock is freed from the offending fabric and he’s so hard and finally he’s fully naked and he can’t even think about what’s happening because he just has to satisfy his beautiful omega.
He settles between Jinki’s legs and slides into the tight wetness of him in one single thrust. He catches Jinki’s mouth and their teeth clank together from the force of it. They both have zero coordination left but it doesn’t matter because when he pulls back Jinki is saying his name, speech slurred, and it nearly destroys Jonghyun because even as he’s out of his mind he knows exactly who is fucking him. It takes exactly three well-placed thrusts before Jinki is coming, and Jonghyun knows there is much more in him left because this heat is intense.
‘Yes, that’s it baby, oh you feel so good.’ He says, his voice rough even to his own ears.
Jinki can’t do anything but lie there and spill on his stomach and Jonghyun can’t slow down, doesn’t want to slow down because he can feel his knot swelling and Jinki moans when he feels it. His hands are clawing at his back and Jonghyun leans forwards, buries his face in Jinki’s neck, right where his scent is strongest and then he’s spilling inside of him, filling him up as his knot catches on his rim.
He knows they’re stuck together for the time being but it’s okay because Jinki is far from done yet, so Jonghyun’s hand curls around his cock, which is already hard again. He moves himself inside of Jinki as much as the knot will allow and watches his face, mouth open wide, flushed completely in flat-out bliss.
‘I’ve got you, hyung.’
Again, Jinki is saying his name and with just that on his lips he shudders and comes again, this time all over Jonghyun’s hand. He thinks about how much he wants to taste it, taste of all him but the position they’re in prevents him from doing so, so instead he just wipes his hand on a discarded peace of clothing.
Jinki’s scent changes a little, the first wave of the heat dying down. Jonghyun watches as Jinki becomes more alert and smiles at him.
‘Hey,’ he says and his heartrate speeds up, slightly nervous of how Jinki will react to him, to this, all of it.
But then warmth explodes in his chest as a beautiful bashful smile spreads on Jinki’s face like the first ray of sunshine after heavy rainfall and Jonghyun lowers his head on his chest, overcome with relief, and the hormonal urge to fight off anyone who would ever lay a finger on the gorgeous omega beneath him.
Jinki inhales deeply, then coughs a little and Jonghyun is alert immediately, looks up at him. But he feels Jinki’s hands in his hair, pulling just a little and he makes a tiny demanding noise and of course Jonghyun knows what he wants so he comes up and kisses him and it’s nothing like before. The first kisses were filled with raw, unfiltered need and now it’s just warmth, comfort and sensual longing simmering beneath the surface.
Jinki melts into it as they kiss, and they’re appreciating the short reprieve of the all-encompassing need, and just enjoy each other’s presence while they wait for the knot to finally release. Jonghyun whispers affirmations into Jinki’s ear, knowing how much he needs to hear it while he’s in such a vulnerable state. He tells him how well he did, how beautiful he is and that Jonghyun will stay for as long as he wants.
After what feels like nearly half an hour, finally Jonghyun is able to slip out and he groans as he sees the sheer amount of come spilling out onto the sheets. He feels himself grow hard again from the sight, his skin buzzing with the need to get close to him again.
But, first things first. He has enough of his wits back that he can search for a towel, to clean both of them up and then retrieves a water bottle from where it has fallen under the bed. He hears Jinki’s panicked noises when Jonghyun disappears from view and quickly shushes him with kisses on his forehead when he get’s back on the bed. He helps Jinki up, brushes his hair out of his face and holds up the already opened water bottle to his lips.
He’s reluctant the first few sips but then he takes the bottle and nearly downs it in one go, but he spills half of it and then starts coughing when he drinks too fast and chokes.
‘Careful,’ Jonghyun says, and quickly takes it from him again. There’s water running down his neck and his chest, so Jonghyun takes a towel and dries him carefully. He tries not to linger, although he kind of wants to press his face against his hyungs considerable chest and stay there for all eternity.
He shakes his head, trying to keep his mind clear because who knows when the second wave of the heat will kick in and there’ll be zero coherent thoughts in his brain.
‘Jonghyun-ah.’ Jinki says, and Jonghyun looks up, cups his face.
‘Hm?’ He says and then he’s leaning in already, and their lips fall together so naturally it’s like they’ve been doing this for years. Still, Jonghyun’s heartrate speeds up and then he’s climbing into Jinki’s lap and Jinki is holding his waist and they’re lost in each other. Jinki’s tongue slides into his mouth and it’s so hot and Jonghyun feels Jinki tremble under him.
‘Take me.’ Jinki says against his lips and Jonghyun knows this is the heat demanding more again, but god does he want to keep fucking Jinki into oblivion for the foreseeable future. Jinki’s scent is making him sensitive to any suggestion Jinki would make and Jinki is using that omega ability of his to lure him in with his voice alone. It sounds so desperate, so inviting and every second he doesn’t follow through is making guilt claw at his insides so he climbs off of Jinki’s lap, then nearly barks out,
‘Get on your stomach,’ and Jinki does so instantly, his ass in the air for easy access. Jonghyun doesn’t waste time, but slides into him more gently this time, until he’s buried to the hilt and he has to gather the last straws of willpower to not just collapse on top of him and rut against Jinki until he comes.
‘God, so perfect.’ He says and then drags his cock out again, watches in awe as he thrusts forwards and Jinki’s body accepts him so easily.
Then Jinki’s arms give out and his face presses into the mattress. Jonghyun moans and takes Jinki’s wrists, pins his arms behind his back and keep on fucking him, faster now.
Jinki clearly loves it, his cock leaking precum and his limbs give out completely now, so Jonghyun holds him up, and kisses the skin on his back while he keeps up his thrusts.
‘You can come for me just like this, right? Just from my cock inside you?’ Jonghyun says, and Jinki moans, pushes himself back to meet Jonghyun’s thrusts.
‘am gonna knot you again, hyung.’ It would be highly impractical, in the position they’re in now, but Jonghyun’s brain doesn’t care about anything but doing what he was made for.
Jinki, upon hearing this, cries out and comes again, spilling onto the sheets and Jonghyun follows almost instantly, starbursts going off behind his eyes. He feels his knot swell for the second time while he comes inside him again and he can’t remember that happening to him before. He swears, trying to pull out before they’re stuck together like this but he isn’t fast enough and then it’s too late.
Jinki looks completely, utterly fucked out and Jonghyun hopes the heat will subside at least a little because he isn’t sure they’ll get out of this unscathed otherwise.
He tries to catch his breath first and hold himself upright while he lowers Jinki gently into the sheets. Jinki scrunches his nose when he feels the soiled sheets against his bare skin.
‘I know, I’m sorry hyung, I’ll clean you up soon.’ Jonghyun promises, even though he doesn’t know when soon will be exactly. For now, he just caresses Jinki’s back, tries to not press down on Jinki with his full weight. He curses hormones and biology for the impractical pose they’re in but he knows it can’t be helped. This was all so unexpected. At least Jinki is better off then he would be on his own. It’s almost painful, thinking about how he’s done exactly that for literal years.
Jinki had presented quite late at 19, and Jonghyun remembers when the staff panicked. Everyone thought he was a beta and they would often say how convenient it was for the team to have someone as calm as him to balance out the group. How wrong they had been. He’d become the most talked about omega in the industry after that, literally everyone had an opinion on him, good or bad. To Junghyun, it had always been a complete mistery how no one had scooped him up yet. He’d seen alphas try and charm him and fail spectacularly much to Jonghyun’s relief.
Jinki stirs, making Jonghyun’s cock move inside him again and Jinki whines, tries to move back against him while he ruts his dick against the sheets at the same time. Jonghyun props himself up again, making space so Jinki is able to move freely. He encourages him with soft praises, hoping to get another orgasm out of him. He threads a hand in his hair, holds him and kisses his neck, then bites softly in the shell of his ear and Jinki’s muscles tense and he relaxes, completely melts into the bed. The clear satisfaction in Jinki’s scent is making Jonghyun feel like he’s on top of the world and he smiles, then places more kisses on Jinki’s back.
After a few minutes, blessedly, Jonghyun can finally pull out and he hears the muffled little noise Jinki makes when he does. Jonghyun is bone tired, struggling to stay upright and he is half-determined to get them both in the shower, but one look at Jinki’s peaceful sleepy face and that plan is out the window. Instead, he gets more blankets, pillows, and cleans Jinki up haphazardly before he gets under the covers with him, pulls him against him with some effort. As soon as Jinki feels the touch he clumsily presses himself against Jonghyun as much as he can, until Jonghyun wraps his arms around him and he sighs, then snores softly.
‘That’s it, sleep baby, I’ll be there when you wake up.’
Not even five minutes after, Jonghyun falls asleep too, his nose pressed against Jinki’s neck where his scent gland is located, basking in the way Jinki is his at least for now.
Jonghyun wakes up first, and he’s so sore and he realizes he’s still in Jinki’s iron grip. It’s warm and it’s nice and Jinki still smells so good but the scent is less overpowering and all-consuming than the day before and thank god for that because he’s not sure he could have handled it a second time.
Jongyun feels more like himself now, but he’s scared too. Scared of the implications of what he’s done. He isn’t sure if Jinki will feel as okay with all this when he’s not going crazy with hormones that influence every single decision.
He’s hit with a sharp pain in his chest when he thinks about the possibility of Jinki throwing him out and whether it would affect their friendship. It’s a scary thought and he panics a little, even as Jinki is currently as close to him as he can possibly be, holding onto him while he sleeps peacefully.
But then, as if on cue, Jinki stirs and his eyelids tremble.
Jonghyun watches in wonder as Jinki open his eyes, sees Jonghyun, and his eyes go wide.
‘It’s real.’ He whispers and Jonghyun’s eyes get misty at the disbelief in those two words. The longing.
‘Yes,’ he says, quickly extending his hand, cupping his face, ‘I’m here. This is real.’
‘Oh god, Jonghyun-ah, I’m-’
‘-don’t you dare.’ Jonghyun’s voice breaks as he says it, ‘don’t you dare say you’re sorry. I’m here because I wanted to. I’m here because I love you.’
Jinki stills. Opens his mouth to say something, closes it again.
‘No,’ he whispers, shakes his head and looks at Jonghyun as if he’s gone insane. ‘it’s not possible. It’s just your hormones talking.’
But Jonghyun shakes his head, actual tears now running over his cheeks. The emotion hits him like a freight train suddenly, it feels like a tidal wave and he’s swept away by the current. He just has to confess it all right now or he’ll explode.
‘No, hyung, listen to me, I’ve loved you since we were trainees. I’m so in love with you.’ He chokes out the last part, the confession taking everything out of him, and he hides his face in Jinki’s chest, letting the tears fall.
‘I- really?’
Jonghyun just let’s out a wrecked, ‘yes’, and silently prays for Jinki to go easy on him, to let him down gently because he’s still not sure if he feels the same. But Jinki sits up and the sheets fall away and Jonghyun barely dares to look at what he’s doing. Whether he’s disgusted, or furious.
It stays silent though, and he looks up to see Jinki kneeling next to the bed, presenting himself, and the rush going through Jonghyun’s whole body could be enough to revive a dead man.
‘Hyung? What-’
‘-I love you, too. Please, Jonhyun-ah, it’s been so long.’
Jonghyun hears it for what it is, a plea, a question for Jonghyun to choose him. To catch him while he’s falling. It’s the easiest decision Jonghyun has ever made.
‘oh, hyung.’ He says, sees the desperation in Jinki’s eyes, the pure honesty.
So he cups his face, pulls him up and kisses him, conveying in the kiss how much he’s belonged to him ever since they met.
His scent always stood out to him. His eyes only on Jinki.
Jinki laughs into the kiss, a feeling of elation coming off of him in waves and then his scent turns sweeter, like yesterday, but less strong and Jonghyun has to pull away, force himself with an inhuman amount of control to not take Jinki right there on the floor.
‘Oh, fuck, Jinki.’ He inhales shakily, moving further away and Jinki gives him a wounded look. Clearly, the heat is still not entirely subsided.
‘Is it always like this for you?’ Jonghyun knows an omega’s heat can last as long as a week in some cases, but he’s never actually experienced it before. He’s never had sex with an omega in full heat so when Jinki nods he sucks in a breath.
‘Please, I need- just-’ it’s clear Jinki is at war with himself too, and Jonghyun feels terribly guilty. He wants nothing more than to satisfy Jinki again but he needs his clear brain right now. The sweet scent radiating off of his hyung is making it near-impossible to think straight.
‘I’m sorry, just… give me a second.’ He think fast, and clocks their surroundings, then scans Jinki for any sign of injury or discomfort, then nods. Decision made.
‘Come shower with me?’ he gets out through gritted teeth while he’s still trying hard to control himself and Jinki nods, eyes glazing over as the wave of heat sets in.
‘Please, can you first…?’ he whispers, voice hoarse.
Just from looking at him, Jonghyun understands what he wants and Jinki groans as Jonghyun nods and gets closer to him, presenting his neck so Jinki can push his nose into his scent.
He calms down as he scents him and Jonghyun takes it as an opportunity to pull Jinki up and take him into his arms again, then carry him to the bathroom.
Under the warm water, Jinki gets on his knees and has Jonghyun coming down his throat within minutes, while he gets himself off at the same time. Jonghyun tries to hold on to the bathroom wall, but sinks to his knees still and Jinki just kisses him and holds him through it.
Still, he manages to get them both fairly clean, spending a long time doting on Jinki, satisfying the deep inner need to take care of him. He washes his hair for him, soaps him up and even washes his ass, which rewards him with Jinki’s ears turning red out of embarrassment. Jonghyun just ignores his tiny protests.
‘I know you can do it yourself, but just let me do this, please. It makes me feel better.’
He kisses his neck, catches Jinki’s gaze to make sure he’s okay and when Jinki nods, a bashful smile on his lips he finishes with rinsing both of them off.
After the shower, they manage to keep their hands off of each other for long enough that they’re able to eat some breakfast.
Jinki doesn’t let Jonghyun cook for him, despite Jonghyun’s insistence. Instinct is telling him to provide but he suppresses it, knowing he can only push Jinki so far. They can work on Jinki’s pathological refusal to let anyone take care of him later. Now, Jonghyun is wolfing down Jinki’s eggs like it’s his last meal. After, Jinki only has to give him one suggestive look and Jonghyun captures his mouth in a searing kiss, plucks him off his feet and fucks him still half-dressed while he’s sprawled out on the kitchen table.
Jinki regains full clarity hours later when the heat is mostly subsided and they talk, and tell each other the last of their feelings, putting everything out in the open.
It’s then that Jinki tells Jonghyun about his first heat. How scared he was, how vulnerable he felt. Jonghyun cries then, because of the unfairness of it and Jinki gently kisses away his tears.
‘I’ll be there for all your heats from now on, hyung. You never have to go through that alone, ever again.’
Jinki’s answering happy smile could cure every ailment Jonghyun’s ever had and he basks in the peace he feels, the feeling of home. Because his home has always been Jinki.
Later during the day, when they’re both lounging on the sofa, feet touching while Jinki reads and Jonghyuns writes, they both remember they’re supposed to be in a meeting later that day and Jinki panics while Jonghyun calls to tell the company they won’t be there. He is as honest as he can be, saying Jinki’s heat came early and Jonghyun has to help him and they have to take the next days off. They don’t really give him a hard time for it since there’s laws in place for this sort of thing but they’re not happy and it worries Jinki which makes Jonghyun want to tear down the whole SM building.
They don’t contact the members yet, agreeing that they want to tell them in person about their new relationship status and they decide to do it when they’ll meet up for dinner at the end of the week.
With all of that out of the way, they’re free to do as they please and it feels so natural, like it’s always been this way. Except there is more to their friendship now, like an upgraded version. Sometimes there’s some insecurity still, after all those years of holding back and suppressed feelings it’s only logical.
‘How did you forget this time, hyung?’ Jonghyun asks when they get in bed together early that evening. Jinki is tired, still slightly weak from the heat and needs rest.
‘I think after I came back from overseas, I just lost track of it. It’s strange to me too, since I never forget, even when we were on tour, but it was bound to happen sometime.’ He yawns, stretches himself out and Jonghyun blatantly admires the muscles of Jinki’s arms and chest, because he can now.
'You know, next time maybe we can try this again while we're not both high on heat hormones.' Jonghyun says and leans his head on his arm when he waits for Jinki’s response.
Jinki smiles, dips his chin and then immediately hides his face in the pillows, obviously shy.
Jonghyun thinks he might burst from cute aggression. Then, in a wave of bravery he says, 'and maybe... Maybe you can fuck me with that impressive length of yours.'
Jinki makes a noise and then looks up at him, eyes dark, but a little disbelieving.
It's not as if it's taboo for an omaga to top an alpha, but it's a little uncommon and most alphas certainly wouldn’t be this comfortable in admitting it. Jinki had never wanted a traditional relationship, has never been one for the rigid rules that came with alpha/omega relationships, but he knew it's hard to find. Yet here Jonghyun is, confessing to what he wants so easily, so openly, putting all his trust in Jinki.
‘God, yes,’ he says and feels arousal build in his belly when he thinks about. He entertains the thought of doing it right now but the remnants of his heat prevent him from following through, so instead he presents himself to Jonghyun again and thankfully, Jonghyun understands what he wants instantly and pulls off his underwear in one smooth motion, then presses two fingers into him while he takes off him own boxers as well and Jinki makes a low, satisfied noise that goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick.
He pushed against Jinki’s hip, positioning him on his side so Jonghyun has easy access. Jinki lets himself be handled, completely pliant to his suggestions.
‘Will you make love to me? Claim me one last time, please?’ Jinki asks him so politely and it turns Jonghyun on like nothing else, so he pushes in again, making sure to go gently because god knows they’ve done it so many times Jonghyun can’t keep up anymore.
‘Mark me, Jonghyun-ah.’ Jinki says as Jonghyun fucks him slowly from behind, deep and completely devoted.
‘Make the bond. I know it’s there.’
‘Are you sure?’ Jonghyun asks, thrusts faltering slightly when he’s hit with the blooming realisation that this is forever.
‘I’ve never been more sure of anything.’ Jonghyun is momentarily overcome with emotion but doesn’t cry, instead does as he’s told and bites Jinki’s neck, feels the euphoric feeling rush through him when he does. A new scent forms slowly, clings to both of them and becomes a shared one. One that will signify to anyone that they belong together, now and always.
It’s an odd but wonderful feeling, because now Jonghyun notices the change in Jinki’s mood before he sees it on his face. He senses it from the undertones of his scent. It’s not as if Jonghyun has ever needed it to gauge his hyungs mood, one look at him and he knows exactly how he’s feeling but it’s heightened now. More intense.
And even when he can’t see him, he knows he’s happy, he feels it. The love radiates off of him and fills Jonghyun’s heart until they’re both reaching their highs and panting into each other’s mouths. They move together until the evening turns into night and they’re both exhausted but sated, and silently enjoying each other’s presence.
Jonghyun doesn’t know what’ll happen when the world sees his mark on Jinki, but he knows he’ll have his best friend by his side no matter what comes next.
The next morning, there comes a point where Jinki has to kick Jonghyun out to go talk to his noona and his mom, to get some clean clothes and to go take care of his business, despite Jonghyun’s protests of I can just wear your clothes hyung and the only business I have to take care of is you. But as they stand by the door, and Jonghyun has his hand on the door lock, Jinki pushes him against the wall, pulls off Jonghyuns cap and kisses him. It’s desperate, and Jinki feels a little ridiculous but parting from Jonghyun makes him feel physically ill and he knows Jonghyun can probably smell his feelings in his scent but he tries to hide it nonetheless. Jinki pulls away, steps back a little self consciously because he’s behaving like a teenager in love, but he just can’t help himself.
‘Hyung, I really really don’t have to leave.’ Jonghyun tries again while he's still panting from the kiss, but Jinki shakes his head.
‘I already feel guilty for keeping you here for the past few days. Your family must be worried.’ He tries for a smile, but Jinki knows it’s not making his case better because Jonghyuns frowns as he sees Jinki fake it.
Then his face lights up, suddenly.
‘Come with me.’ He blurts out.
‘What?’
‘Come with me, to my house. I’ll introduce you to my mom, and Sodam-noona. As my boyfriend.’
He whispers the last part, looks at Jinki with a little insecurity as if the fact that they’re mated for life was even still a question while Jinki proudly wears the scars from Jonghyun’s bite on his neck. No, what worries Jinki is the reaction they might get. Jinki looks at him to see if he’s joking and when he notices he isn’t, he starts panicking.
‘Jonghyun-ah… we can’t, what if they disapprove? Isn’t it too soon?’
But Jonghyun has an answer to every objection Jinki throws his way and instead goes back into the apartment, throwing some of Jinki’s stuff into a pile, supposedly to take with him to stay at Jonghyun’s place.
‘Jjong, wait. You can’t be serious…’ Jinki tries as he follows him, but Jonghyun just ignores him.
‘We shouldn’t forget a new strip of suppressants,’ he says and Jinki loves how he’s already helping him with that even though it’s not his job but he’s still not sure whether this is a good idea and Jonghyun finally notices Jinki is getting upset.
‘Hyung. They’re already your biggest fans, and frankly, I literally can’t stand to be away from you right now. Oh and also, I can’t really wash your scent off of me now, you know. They’ll know as soon as I walk in anyways.’
Jonghyun is making a lot of sense, and Jinki is starting to see it might actually not be a bad idea. Slowly, he nods, slowly, he starts to see this might actually be a good thing.
‘Okay.’ He says, then takes the bag Jonghyun’s got ready for him.
‘Okay.’ Jonghyun says, smiles at him with excitement, tenderness in his eyes.
‘You better behave while we’re there though, I can tell the heat is not entirely over yet.’
Jonghyun just laughs but doesn’t answer and then he walks to the door, Jinki scrambling after him.
‘Yah! Kim Jonghyun!’
He shouts after him but he smiles when he sees him leaning against the doorpost, cap and mask already on.
‘Come on, hyung. I have fantastic self-control. You, on the other hand…’
He laughs when Jinki rolls his eyes but fondness curls and settles in Jinki’s chest like a permanent visitor now.
‘Just shut up and hold my hand.’ He says, and Jonghyun does, threads their fingers together.
‘Always, hyung.’