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Yeonjun sways in a sea of fog and neon. Music rattles his bones, bass drops punching against his sternum, and the heat from the dance floor, of bodies being packed together so tightly, causes sweat to pool in his collarbones, in the hollow of his throat, but he's too high on the atmosphere to care.
Alcohol runs through his veins, clouding his vision. Everything is blurry, blobs of bright color on a black background. There's so many scents assaulting his nose that it's making his head fuzzy, and there are hands grabbing at him–random alphas, betas, and omegas–touching his waist, his thighs, his chest.
He loves it.
Taehyun stands guard not too far off, watchful eyes tracking all movement against the omega. He's tipsy, a few drinks in him, but the alpha is infinitely more sober than Yeonjun. Taehyun is a silent sentinel for his friend, his packmate.
Time passes in a haze, Yeonjun's senses dulled, the erotic chaos of the club bringing out a wild side in the omega that he cages away. He's free, unbothered, thriving in the blinding, deafening mayhem.
There's a hand on his neck, fingers pulling at his choker. It's a thick black band that protects his omega nerve, so even in his drunken daze, alarm bells ring in Yeonjun's head. He pushes the hand away like he's done to all of the touches that turn too gropey, and he turns, clouded eyes seeking Taehyun.
The alpha shoulders through dancing bodies, and he's on Yeonjun instantly. His hand encompasses Yeonjun's bicep, tugging the omega away. He lets himself be led away from the music and the lights.
Yeonjun inhales crisp midnight air, his senses faintly clearing. Taehyun leans him against a nearby wall, and the brick bites into the exposed skin of his shoulders. It's cold enough to need a jacket, but the heat from the club clings to him like a second skin.
"You okay, hyung?" Taehyun voices somewhere to the side.
"Yeah," Yeonjun breathes. His hand comes up to his choker, clumsily fixing it back into place. "Close call though."
"We can find another club," Taehyun suggests.
Every second Saturday, Yeonjun goes clubbing. He finds relief in the chaos, relief he can't get from the bonding moments of his pack. Taehyun always tags along, refusing to let the omega go off on his own. Yeonjun appreciates the younger alpha more than he'll ever be able to express.
"We can go home," Yeonjun decides. "I need to get my jacket."
He goes to push off the wall, but Taehyun places warm hands on his shoulders and presses him back. "Just stay here," he says, "I'll go get it."
Yeonjun nods, tilting his head back against the wall. His eyes slip closed, and the chill of the night sobers him up faster than he'd like.
"All by yourself, pretty?"
His eyes snap open, head jerking to the voice's origin. The alpha next to him stands about his height but is much broader. The sleazy smile being directed at him makes Yeonjun roll his eyes.
"My friend will be out soon," Yeonjun bites. He crosses his arms over his chest, closing himself off. "Thanks for the concern."
The alpha doesn't leave, instead moving closer. "Surely your friend wouldn't mind if I bought you some drinks?"
Yeonjun levels him with a glare, saying, "I would mind. I'm not interested."
He can smell the alpha's scent souring; Yeonjun steels himself, liquid courage pulsing through his veins.
"Stupid omega," the alpha hisses. "All you're good for is being a breeding bitch anyway."
The jab at his secondary genders hurts, a quick pang in his heart. It's not his fault he's an omega; he didn't choose to have heats–he doesn't even like being in that breeding haze.
There's a yelp as the alpha is roughly shoved aside by a visibly irate Taehyun. His coffee scent overpowers the other alpha's woodsy scent, and Taehyun glares, jaw tense.
"Fuck off, asshole," Taehyun snarls. "He said no."
The alpha glares back, gaze jumping between Yeonjun and Taehyun. He scoffs, turning on his heel, and makes it a few steps away before he turns back to yell, "Maybe fuck your bitch better, knotless runt."
It's an obvious attack on Taehyun, but he pays it no attention. The alpha hands Yeonjun his jacket and leads him with a hand on his lower back in the opposite direction.
"You okay?" Yeonjun asks.
"Are you?" Taehyun counters.
It's not the first bad experience with alphas Yeonjun's had. He's had plenty to last a lifetime. He may not be built like a traditional omega, but he's no less attractive. His sugary sweet scent is just the cherry on top.
Still, he's worth more than just something to put a knot into.
"Yeah, I'm okay," the omega answers. Taehyun rubs his hand up and down Yeonjun's back. "Let's just go home."
Yeonjun walks into his shift the next morning with a raging hangover. The sun isn't fully up yet he's wearing sunglasses because everything is too bright. Kai laughs at him the second he's through the door.
"Have a good night?" the beta teases as Yeonjun joins him behind the counter.
The omega groans in response.
He had woken up in Taehyun's bed, the alpha already awake, and was aggressively scented before he left for work. Although younger, Taehyun's still an alpha and a packmate at that, so he tends to fuss a bit over Yeonjun.
Abruptly, Kai shoves his nose against Yeonjun's gland. Yeonjun squeaks, fingers gripping at Kai's broad shoulders while the beta tries to take in his scent.
"You only smell like Tyun," Kai pouts. "Did something happen last night?"
Kai's referring to the fact that Taehyun only scents Yeonjun like this when the omega runs into trouble with unruly alphas or betas.
"Just another knothead," Yeonjun brushes off. "You know, the kind that likes to insult me, say I'm not getting bred enough or some shit when I tell them no."
Kai doesn't get mad often, usually choosing peace over violence, but he has zero tolerance for people who insult Yeonjun.
"Hyung, you are perfect the way you are," Kai says. For good measure, he takes Yeonjun's wrist to rub against his weak scent gland. "It's sad that other people can't see it."
Yeonjun smiles, genuine, and gives Kai a few head pats before the morning rush kicks in. When the beta turns away to take someone's order, Yeonjun brings his wrist up to his nose to inhale the weak green apple there.
The shift goes by smoothly in the beginning. The early morning crowd is too tired to attempt conversation, mumbling out orders of heavily caffeinated monstrosities. Yeonjun could definitely use one too.
Especially right now. It's barely ten in the morning, Taehyun's scent faded not too long ago, and a middle-aged beta woman with a Karen haircut is screaming at Yeonjun over not having a specific syrup flavoring in stock.
"Ma'am, I can't make you something we don't even have-"
"How hard is it for you to do your job?! I come in here every morning-" No, she doesn't. "-and this is the first time I've ever had a problem!"
Yeonjun briefly wonders if he'd get fired for jumping over the counter and fist fighting a customer.
"I'm sorry but-"
"This is why omegas shouldn't be employed," the woman scoffs. "Honestly, the only thing you're good for is being-"
"Leave," Kai interrupts. Yeonjun almost jumps out of his skin. The beta's supposed to still be on his break.
The beta woman, affronted, shrieks, "What?!"
"I said leave," Kai repeats.
She does leave but not without screaming how she'll have their jobs. Yeonjun rolls his eyes.
The bell on the door signals her departure and when the door clicks shut, Kai rounds on the omega.
"What a bitch," Kai sneers. Yeonjun nods in agreement, and the beta settles his hand on his nape. "Sorry you had to go through that, hyung."
"Like you said, she's a bitch," Yeonjun says. He shrugs the beta's hand off, turning away to wipe a nonexistent spot on the counter so he doesn't have to see Kai's kicked puppy expression. "Let's just get through this last hour, Hyuka."
He's worth more than his anatomy.
Yeonjun knocks on Soobin's apartment door. His shirt is covered in ramen broth and an odd assortment of vegetables and noodles. Someone ran into him on the walk back after his shift, and Yeonjun ended up wearing his lunch.
The universe is really enjoying kicking Yeonjun in the dick lately.
The alpha opens the door, surprise visible on his face when he sees the omega. Soobin beckons him inside, shutting the door behind him.
"Everything okay?" Soobin tentatively asks, taking in Yeonjun's disheveled form.
"Peachy," Yeonjun responds.
A piece of green onion falls off his shirt and onto the floor. Neither of them acknowledge it.
"Would you like to take a shower, hyung?" Soobin offers. "I can wash your clothes for you."
Yeonjun nods, and Soobin gestures at his bathroom door. The omega heads inside, closing the door behind him, and peels off his shirt. He grimaces at the sticky feeling of beef broth on his skin.
"Hyung? I have some extra clothes for you," Soobin says from the other side of the door.
The omega opens the door wide enough to grab the bundle of clothes Soobin offers him. He sits the pile on the sink and proceeds to strip the rest of his clothing off of himself.
He takes a quick shower, scrubbing at his chest with Soobin's loofah. The sticky feeling rinses away with the spray of the shower head, and Yeonjun sighs in relief at the clean feeling.
Yeonjun glances down at his body. He pokes at the jut of his ribs, the sharp angles of his hips. He's broad in all the wrong places, too thin in all the wrong places, and he's just not built like an omega. He's not soft where he needs to be–fat melts off of him far too quickly to be anything other than lean.
At least he has a nice ass.
Soobin has nice towels. They're fluffy and smell like mint, and Yeonjun unashamedly rubs his face against the soft material. Yeonjun inhales Soobin's scent, but the secondhand scenting on a towel doesn't do Soobin's raw scent justice.
The alpha's clothes are too large for him, but they're comfortable. He notices the lack of his own soiled clothes but figures Soobin swooped in at some point to put then in the washer. Yeonjun doesn't care; Soobin's too shy to try to sneak a peek at his own packmate.
Yeonjun wanders into Soobin's bedroom, finding the alpha at his gaming PC. The omega flops on his bed, wrapping himself in minty sheets, and tries to watch whatever's going on Soobin's monitor but the alpha blocks most of the view.
"Soobin-ah," Yeonjun calls. The alpha pauses whatever he's playing, spinning in his chair to face Yeonjun. "Come here."
The omega makes grabby hands towards Soobin, causing the alpha to chuckle. He obliges, crossing the room in a few brief strides and lands on top of Yeonjun. Yeonjun grunts but wraps his arms around the alpha's neck, nosing at his scent gland.
"Bad day?" Soobin guesses.
Yeonjun whines and nods. "Why does everyone care about me being an omega?"
"Because they have nothing else to care about."
"But it's all they see me as," Yeonjun pouts. "I'm more than my biology."
Soobin cages his forearms around Yeonjun's head and pushes up to hover over him. The alpha hasn't worked out a day in his life but being an alpha gives him physical advantages that Yeonjun has to work for. It's extremely unfair.
"I see you as Yeonjun-hyung."
It's the first act of human decency Yeonjun had been shown all day, so it's really no surprise when he bursts into tears.
"Shit, I'm sorry-" Soobin panics above him.
"No, no, it's not you," Yeonjun hiccups. "Everyone just feels the need to remind me that all I'm good for is being bred."
Soobin breathes out a sad hyung and collapses on top of him. Yeonjun buries his nose into Soobin's scent gland, finding comfort in the alpha's scent, and he can feel the rumbles starting in Soobin's chest. The alpha combs his fingers through his hair, and Yeonjun could fall asleep like this.
He and Soobin were always…something. There's something between them, an attraction of sorts, that Yeonjun doesn't have with Taehyun or Beomgyu or Kai. Neither of them act upon it, instead stealing glances and touches that last a little too long to be considered platonic.
Kai's noticed it, but Yeonjun pleaded with the beta to stay quiet, bribing him with Squishmallows. Fortunately, Kai can be bought off, so Yeonjun's been spared in that department.
Maybe he's a coward for not wanting to risk it, but Yeonjun doesn't think he can allow himself to be that vulnerable, that bare, that laid out for anyone at the moment.
Soobin's weight on top of him is comforting, and they may be packmates, but hearing an alpha admit that they see him as more than an omega has a weight lifting from Yeonjun's shoulders. Yeonjun knows in the back of his mind that Taehyun also has the same mentality, but Yeonjun selfishly chooses that Soobin's words bear more weight.
"You shouldn't let other people decide how you feel, hyung," Soobin murmurs into his hair.
"I know, and I don't but it just…hurts sometimes," Yeonjun responds.
"We want you to be happy more than anything," the alpha says.
His grip on Soobin tightens, and it's getting a little harder to breathe, but Yeonjun wants this moment with Soobin. The rumbling in the alpha's chest vibrates his own, and he's completely consumed by mint and Soobin's body heat.
Yeonjun allows himself to fall just a tiny bit deeper.
Beomgyu's knowing grin unsettles Yeonjun just a tiny bit. The other omega glues himself to Yeonjun the second they make eye contact, and Beomgyu takes a deep inhale, very easily smelling Soobin's scent that still lingers.
"Good nap?" Beomgyu teases.
Fantastic nap, actually. Yeonjun woke up earlier not knowing what planet he was on.
"Shut up," he grumbles instead.
The other omega laughs and nudges him in the direction of the bakery they were supposed to meet at an hour ago. Beomgyu swears they sell the best pastries and offered to treat Yeonjun, and Yeonjun will never pass on free food.
Beomgyu buys them an odd assortment of croissants, danishes, and tarts, and they sit outside at one of the various tables scattered about. The younger omega is going on a tirade against some hackers he ran into on Valorant, fruit filling dripping down his chin and onto his shirt, when a shadow passes over the both of them.
"Can I help you?" Yeonjun asks the two alphas standing next to their table.
"Are these seats taken?" one of them asks, gesturing to the empty chairs pushed in at their table.
Both omegas look around them and see plenty of open tables. They share a look, silently communicating with their eyes, and stand simultaneously.
"Yeah, we were just leaving," Yeonjun says. Beomgyu packs their remaining pastries back into the box, and Yeonjun reaches for him, looping their arms together.
"No, stay," the alpha insists, bodily blocking Yeonjun's path. "Let's get to know each other."
Beomgyu's scent sours, and Yeonjun knows his own sugary scent is as well. Neither of them have the patience for pushy alphas.
"Not interested," the older omega intones, pulling Beomgyu around the alpha.
"We're just trying to be nice," the alpha hisses. "Stuck up breeding bitch."
Beomgyu whips around, heated glare settling on both of the alphas. "I will fuck your dad and give him a child he actually loves."
Yeonjun can't help the unattractive snort that causes.
Both alphas are too stunned to speak, completely dumbfounded at the prospect of an omega standing up for themselves. Yeonjun tugs on Beomgyu's arm, gently coaxing him to walk away.
"I hate alphas sometimes," Beomgyu sighs when they're a good distance away.
Yeonjun nods; he's in the same boat. He knows not all alphas are bad, but he's been running into some real assholes lately.
"Like, yeah, I'm an omega but what fucking right does that give someone to act like that?" Beomgyu continues.
"Some people will only see us as breeding holes, Gyu," Yeonjun says sadly.
Beomgyu abruptly stops. He looks at Yeonjun, expression twisting into something sympathetic. "You don't think that of yourself, do you?"
"No," Yeonjun sighs, "but people like to tell me that's all I'm worth."
The younger omega nods along, lips pursed. He understands the discrimation as well. The unfair treatment of omegas, male omegas specifically, is a whole social issue that always gets buried.
"Well, we know what we're worth," Beomgyu says. "Fuck everyone else who can't see it."
Yeonjun smiles, and Beomgyu matches it. The younger one slides his free arm around Yeonjun's waist, and in this moment, they aren't just two omegas; they're Yeonjun and Beomgyu, packmates, in a moment of solidarity.
Yeonjun is, unfortunately, accustomed to the slurs that are thrown his way. He's been called a bitch more times than he cares to remember and propositioned by gross alphas more times than he can count. He's somewhat exotic in omega terms: tall, lean, and sharp with a pure, sweet scent. Yeonjun attracts attention wherever he goes.
He doesn't care for the attention. He doesn't want to be paraded around like a trophy.
The digs at his secondary gender do hurt sometimes. He's not closed off to the point where he feels complete apathy. Yeonjun can brush off most insults given the fact that he's heard them dozens of times. What hurts the most though, is the fact that people, regardless of their gender, can't see past his omega status.
More than anything, he wants to be seen as Yeonjun.
He tries to hold it in, bottle it all up, but sometimes the dam breaks. The constant reminder that he'll always be lesser just because his biology makes him have a heat. That he's not really considered a man because of a heat.
"Yeonjun-hyung?"
And the last person he wants to see him like this is Soobin. He's pathetically sniffling in the bathroom of a house party where he should be drunk off his ass and grinding with faceless no-names. But instead, he's got eyeliner running down his cheeks.
Soobin knocks again on the door with another call of his name. The alpha says his name so softly, so gently, like a prayer. It's out of place in an environment like this.
"Can you let me in, hyung?"
Yeonjun mulls the request over, decides he does want comfort, and reaches up to flip the lock open. Soobin moves quicker than Yeonjun has ever seen, quickly ducking in and shutting the door behind him before twisting the lock closed. Soobin slides down the wall to sit next to him, and Yeonjun scoots closer to lean against him.
"What happened?" he asks. Yeonjun cringes at how wet his voice sounds.
Yeonjun's referring to the alpha that pinched the nerve on his neck after Yeonjun turned him down. He's never felt so violated before when he collapsed, every limb turning to jello, leaving him vulnerable.
"Wooyoung-ssi beat his ass," Soobin says. "That dumb motherfucker is lucky Taehyun-ah didn't get to him."
Yeonjun snorts. Wooyoung is an omega he befriended some time ago and is the one who invited Yeonjun and his pack to the party they're at now.
"Will you be okay?" Soobin asks.
Yeonjun nods. He has to be okay. There's no other choice.
"I'm just tired of it," Yeonjun sniffs. "You'll never understand how fucking degrading it is, Soobin-ah."
In a way, he's glad Soobin will never face the discrimation he and Beomgyu go through.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Yeonjun breathes out a humorless laugh. "Unless you can magically change my anatomy, I'm stuck just being a breeding hole."
"Don't say that," Soobin says, brows furrowing with a frown.
Yeonjun vaguely twists his hand in the air. "It's what they all think."
"Why do you care what everyone thinks of you?" Soobin prods.
Something bristles in Yeonjun. He knows Soobin isn't trying to be mean, that he's coming from a place of good intentions, but he'll never get it, and it's so fucking frustrating-
"Fuck what they think, hyung."
And, oh. If only it were so easy.
Yeonjun peels himself away to look Soobin in the eyes. He's getting angry–not necessarily at Soobin but more so his lack of understanding–and Yeonjun is so close to exploding, his fuse running so fucking short.
"Just ignore it."
There it is.
"You don't fucking get it!" Yeonjun yells. Soobin jerks, startled at the sudden outburst. "Just ignore it? How can I ignore it when I'm being reminded every fucking day!"
Yeonjun jolts up, his head smacking against the porcelain sink, and he lets out a string of curses. Soobin scrambles up as well, trying to hold his head to look for a potential injury, but Yeonjun smacks his hands away.
"You'll never fucking understand," Yeonjun hisses.
There's a sudden knock on the door, and both Yeonjun and Soobin turn their heads to look at the door. "Uh, you almost done in there?"
"Fuck off!" Yeonjun snarls. He rounds back on Soobin. "I will never get to have it easy like you. I will always be below you in every fucking way just because my body decided to be an omega."
Tears well up in his lash line but he blinks them away. Soobin stands across from him, unnervingly calm, expression stony. Yeonjun takes a shuddery breath, looking everywhere but the alpha in front of him and goes to push past him to get out of the bathroom, out of this fucking house, away from everything, but Soobin catches his wrist, keeping him in place.
"You're right," Soobin begins, "I'll never understand what it's like because I'm not an omega."
Yeonjun grinds his teeth and tries to pull his wrist free, but Soobin's got a vice grip on him. Extremely unfair genetics once again reminding Yeonjun just how weak he is.
"Seriously, I gotta piss-"
Soobin slams the side of his fist against the bathroom door, startling a yelp out of the person on the other side.
The alpha's looking at him, and Yeonjun feels so tiny. He shrinks in on himself, away from the scrutinizing gaze, and he briefly wonders if any god would take mercy upon him and strike him down.
"You can show me," Soobin says softly. Yeonjun doesn't quite understand what he's implying. "You can show me what it's like to be an omega."
Yeonjun's body locks up as he realizes what Soobin's hinting at. His head snaps up, eyes searching Soobin's, but the alpha is looking at him so earnestly. Yeonjun gulps, his breath shaky, and he damn near can't believe what Soobin said.
"You would let me…to you?" Yeonjun whispers. Soobin nods, expression serious. "Soobin-ah, you're an alpha-"
"And?" said alpha interrupts.
Yeonjun's shaking; he feels like he can't fucking breathe, and the soft smile Soobin's giving him makes him feel like the shittiest person in existence. He'd be insane to not take up Soobin's offer; he'll always be the designated bottom in any relationship considering his body is made to take it and craves it roughly once a month.
"You can think it over, hyung," Soobin says gently. "The offer's still on the table."
The problem is, if Yeonjun does accept, the line he and Soobin have been toeing at would disappear completely. They wouldn't be stepping over it; they would be fucking catapulting over it.
Yeonjun might be hyperventilating, he can't really tell, and Soobin's pulling him into his chest, one of his hands petting down the expanse of his nape.
"Would you ever fuck an alpha?" Yeonjun asks Beomgyu out of the blue the next day.
The younger omega settles an inquistory glance on him, one pretty eyebrow raised in an arch. "You mean like…outside of heat or?"
"No I mean," Yeonjun looks away, ears burning, "would you fuck an alpha?"
Beomgyu blinks once, twice. "Without hesitation, hyung. That's like, a once in a lifetime thing." He moves closer to Yeonjun. "So who's offering? If you won't I sure as hell will-"
"It's Soobin," Yeonjun whispers.
Beomgyu comically shuts his mouth, teeth audibly clacking together. He grips Yeonjun's jaw, trying to get the other omega to look at him, but Yeonjun's steadfast in not making eye contact.
"What should I do?" Yeonjun asks, brushing Beomgyu's hand away from his face.
"I mean…do you want to?" Beomgyu questions.
Of course he wants to. Like Beomgyu said, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. There aren't many alphas in the world who would willingly spread their legs for an omega.
"But it's Soobin," Yeonjun stresses.
"He's the one who put it out there though, right?" Beomgyu questions. Yeonjun nods. "Personally, I'd go for it, but it's your decision, hyung."
Yeonjun gnaws on his bottom lip. It feels like a monumental decision, and it is to him. He wouldn't be so torn up about it if it were any alpha other than Soobin, but Soobin holds a special place in his heart.
"It could lead to something more."
Yeonjun chuckles, "Or the pack could crash and burn."
Beomgyu tuts, playfully slapping at Yeonjun's thigh. "You're allowed to be happy, you know."
And yeah, he is. But he places Soobin's happiness above his own. He doesn't want to disturb the dynamic they already have, but Beomgyu's words echo in his mind. The possibility of more makes Yeonjun jittery.
Yeonjun makes his decision abruptly. Nothing triggers it really; he simply decides to do what he wants .
He finds himself in Soobin's apartment. Yeonjun's nervous, anxiety coursing through his veins, and Soobin is textbook definition calm. The alpha waits, holds himself back, allowing Yeonjun to make the first move. Allowing Yeonjun to be in control.
There's not much space between the two on Soobin's bed. The overhead light is off, sunlight filtering through the blinds, and Yeonjun's picking at a loose thread of his jeans while his heart tries to win a gold medal in gymnastics.
"Are you," Yeonjun begins, "still sure about…this?"
"I wouldn't have offered it if I wasn't sure," Soobin reassures. "I trust you, hyung."
Trust.
Soobin places his hand on top of Yeonjun's fidgety one and rubs his thumb along the omega's knuckles. Yeonjun swallows the lump in his throat, reminding himself to breathe, and pivots ever so slightly.
Soobin is, objectively, handsome. His features are soft, unlike Yeonjun's sharp, cat-like ones. Big doe eyes, pouty lips, and deep dimples that pop with the smallest smile.
Yeonjun leans forward, experimentally pressing a kiss onto Soobin's lips. They're soft like he expected, unlike his own that he chewed into oblivion. Yeonjun leans in again, pressing with more intent, and Soobin responds, kissing back at the set pace.
It's crazy. An alpha following an omega's lead.
His hands are on Soobin's cheeks while Soobin keeps his hands to himself. Yeonjun licks at the alpha's bottom lip, asking for permission that Soobin grants immediately. Yeonjun snakes his tongue into Soobin's mouth, exploring the unknown.
When Yeonjun pulls away, there's a string of saliva connecting them together. A blush paints Soobin's cheeks a pretty pink, and Yeonjun can feel his own face burning. The omega runs his thumb across Soobin's bottom lip, and Soobin chases it with his tongue.
Fuck it.
Yeonjun pounces, nearly tackling the alpha against the bed. Soobin makes a surprised squeak, hands settling on Yeonjun's waist while the omega straddles him. Yeonjun dips down, catching Soobin's mouth with his own, and swallows all the pretty noises the alpha makes.
His hand sneaks up Soobin's shirt, fingers against the bare skin of his stomach, and Soobin jerks against him. Yeonjun lays his palm flat, feeling the taut muscles, and he's slightly bitter about the fact that Soobin is fucking ripped without ever working out.
Their kiss turns to all teeth and tongue, and Yeonjun grinds downwards against Soobin's pelvis. The friction has him gasping, and Soobin's fingers tighten around his waist.
Yeonjun sits up, grasping at the hem of Soobin's shirt and pulling it upwards. He gets the hint, and the alpha sits up ever so slightly to pull it over his head. Yeonjun's seen Soobin half-naked before, but it feels so new in the current context.
So much skin he could mark up with pretty bruises and bites. Slick pools out of him at the sight.
Yeonjun works on his own shirt, deciding to get rid of his jeans while he's at it once it's on the floor. He kicks them off of his legs and helps Soobin pull down his sweatpants. All that separates them is their boxers, and Yeonjun is embarrassingly hard from little stimulation.
The omega is kneeling on the foot of the bed between Soobin's legs. The alpha stretches out beneath him, lazy like this is just another Wednesday.
"Is this still okay?" Yeonjun asks. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, afraid to look Soobin in the eye.
"Of course, hyung," Soobin answers.
Yeonjun nods and slips out of his boxers. Soobin copies him, kicking them off of the bed, and Yeonjun takes a peek.
Soobin is on the slender side for an alpha, but everyone knows it's because he prefers video games to physical exertion. He's no less ripped though, alpha genetics blessing him in all the right areas. Especially his cock. Yeonjun always figured he'd be big considering how large he is in general.
"Um, do you have…lube?" Yeonjun asks. He's never really needed it for himself since he self-lubricates anyway, but Soobin is an alpha and his body doesn't work the same.
"In the bottom drawer," he says with a tilt of his head in the direction of his nightstand.
Yeonjun finds it easily, spreading a fair amount on his fingers. Soobin's legs spread wider, allowing room for Yeonjun to sit. His middle finger presses against Soobin's rim, the alpha jerking away at the touch on reflex, but Yeonjun doesn't falter and presses against it again.
Soobin's jaw is clenched tightly, his eyes focused on some point beyond Yeonjun, and he nods.
Yeonjun slips his finger inside, slowly, feeling Soobin contract against him, not used to the foreign feeling of being penetrated. He can tell the alpha is trying to relax, trying to breathe, trying for Yeonjun.
Normally, if Yeonjun's aroused enough, he can start with two fingers on himself. But with Soobin, working just one finger takes awhile. Soobin's cock isn't even hard anymore, and Yeonjun considers stopping, but the alpha breathes out another and Yeonjun obliges.
The omega is probably using way too much lube, but he doesn't want to hurt Soobin too much. There's a mess of it between Soobin's thighs, reminiscent of Yeonjun's slick, and his fingers squelch with every thrust of his wrist.
He tries to find Soobin's prostate, fingers crooking at different angles, wanting Soobin to at least feel somewhat good. He's three fingers in and the alpha is still so tight, but Soobin stays mostly quiet, only really responding when Yeonjun prompts him to.
"Go ahead," Soobin says. Yeonjun raises his eyebrows, wanting to ask if he's sure, but Soobin beats him to it. "It's okay, hyung. I'm ready."
Yeonjun really doesn't think he is but nods anyway. He pulls his fingers out and reaches over the edge of the bed for his pants. He fetches the condom he brought with him, and it feels strange when he slides it down his dick. Yeonjun slathers a palmful of lube on himself and shimmies closer, the tip of his dick brushing Soobin's inner thigh, and he looks up one more time.
Soobin nods, and Yeonjun gulps as he holds the base of his cock and guides it to the alpha's rim. He feels Soobin tense as he gracelessly pushes himself in, and Yeonjun has to try not to cum instantly because the sensation of tight heat wrapped around him is so foreign but so fucking good.
When he bottoms out, he can see a vein bulging on Soobin's neck, and every muscle in his body is rigid. He goes to ask Soobin if he's okay, but the alpha suddenly wraps his arms around Yeonjun's shoulders and pulls him down.
Chest to chest like this, Yeonjun can't see Soobin's face, can't read his expressions.
"Move," the alpha grits out.
"I'm not gonna last very long," Yeonjun admits. He's already panting and he hasn't even moved.
Yeonjun's thrusts are messy. He knows his body is wanting to chase the euphoria of Soobin's body, and there's nothing really good about his stroke game. True to his word, Yeonjun's orgasm hits him by surprise, gasping into Soobin's neck as he releases. There's slick running down his thighs, lube everywhere , and everything is sticky.
Soobin eventually loosens his grip around his shoulders, and Yeonjun lifts himself off of the alpha. He pulls out, and Soobin grunts, the first real sound he's made the entire time. Yeonjun realizes that Soobin didn't get off at all so he asks while he takes off the condom, "Do you want me to…?" as he gestures to Soobin's crotch.
To his bewilderment, Soobin declines. The alpha sits up with a masked wince and spares Yeonjun a glance.
"Shower?" he offers.
Yeonjun agrees, and he pretends his heart doesn't break when Soobin stumbles when he stands.
The omega wakes up to a mechanical tick tick tick and he lets out a small whine. Exhaustion eats at his bones, and he wants to sleep for another ten hours. He pulls the covers over his head and flips onto his other side.
"Oh, sorry, hyung."
Yeonjun's eyes snap open at Soobin's voice. The realization of what they just did hours before lands on him like a ten ton brick.
Soobin slides in next to him on top of the covers. His hand finds Yeonjun's waist, and he pets up and down Yeonjun's side.
"You can go back to sleep," Soobin murmurs.
Yeonjun swallows, his mouth full of cotton. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, hyung," the alpha answers.
Yeonjun twists onto his other side to face Soobin, pulling the covers down far enough to expose his eyes. He can't decipher the look Soobin's giving him, and it's stressing him.
"But I hurt you," Yeonjun mutters.
Soobin gives him a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "It's okay. I knew what I was getting into."
Yeonjun chews on the inside of his cheek. He's searching Soobin's eyes, wondering what he can do to make it up to him. A thought passes his mind, and he debates himself on it before letting it slip.
"If you want to," he hesitantly says, "you can fuck me too."
Soobin frowns. "Hyung, I'm not expecting anything in return."
Yeonjun blinks up at him and finds himself frowning as well. "Do you not want to?"
The alpha sighs, deep and heavy. He flips onto his back and throws his arm over his eyes. He obviously doesn't want to have this conversation–truthfully Yeonjun doesn't either–and a few moments pass in silence before the alpha finally mutters out, "Of course I want you."
"Then have me," Yeonjun says.
Soobin sighs again. "I can't just have you once, Yeonjun-hyung." His forearm falls from his eyes, and he stares into Yeonjun's fucking soul. "If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of fucking in love with you. I'm not gonna torture myself like that."
The confession punches the breath right out of Yeonjun's chest. He knew something was always there, but he definitely didn't expect love. Yeonjun himself always felt a longing for Soobin, but he doesn't know if he'd classify it as love . Definitely more than like , and he trusts Soobin more than anybody.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Yeonjun croaks.
Soobin's either getting uncomfortable or frustrated. He licks the back of his teeth and takes a breath.
"You just…really don't like alphas, and like, I'm an alpha. I was waiting for you to be comfortable with yourself but…"
Yeonjun doesn't get offended because it's true.
"Binnie," Yeonjun calls, placing his hand on Soobin's cheek. "Alpha…"
He doesn't miss the way Soobin's eyes cloud over, darkening with lust. There's a rumble in the alpha's chest, something like a growl. Soobin moves to get up, away from Yeonjun, but the omega grips his thigh.
"Don't torture me like this," Soobin says. He doesn't even look back.
"Soobin-ah, this scares the shit out of me, but I'm willing to try with you."
He's taking a leap of faith. It terrifies him, but Soobin's always been good to him.
Soobin's eyes flit about his face from over his shoulder, and he twists to cup Yeonjun's jaw, pressing a chaste kiss to the omega's lips.
"You should go home, hyung," Soobin murmurs.
His words are like ice against Yeonjun's skin. Before Yeonjun can protest, the alpha kisses him again, just as chastely as the first time.
"Just. Clear your head. Think about it. Us," Soobin says. "I'm always willing to wait for you."
Yeonjun wonders just how long Soobin's been waiting.
Yeonjun considers calling Kai and asking for the beta's advice, but he doesn't want to mentally scar the youngest with the knowledge of what he and Soobin were up to. He considers Taehyun next but decides against it because even though the younger alpha's input would be rational, Yeonjun's not sure he can stand being called an idiot at the moment. He doesn't even bother considering Beomgyu because the other omega would just roast him under the guise of advice.
So he sits alone in his room with his thoughts.
It's obvious to him now that Soobin loves him. The alpha let Yeonjun fuck him. That's not something someone with just a silly little crush would do. Would let someone do to them.
There's a light pitter-patter of rain against his window, and Yeonjun watches the drops crash against the glass. He spends the rest of the day watching the gray skies cry, waiting for an answer to come to him.