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Seungcheol was always stressed the day of an award show, that was a given. But the added factor of having not one but two omegas to keep track of makes days like this extra demanding. He can’t imagine what the leaders of groups with mostly omegas have to deal with. Although the world was progressing, discrimination against omegas was still discouragingly high, even in the k-pop industry. Leaving the house alone as an unmated omega came with risks that were unfortunately part of society at this point. Most omegas have alphas they’re close enough with to scent their clothes and themselves for them, mainly to ward off unwanted alphas.
Seventeen was attending a popular award show later that night, with the red carpet starting in less than three hours. They had to finish getting ready at their building and make it to the venue for the red carpet and there wasn’t much time left to hang around.
“Are you guys ready? Okay, you are.” Seungcheol is going around, double checking everyone is on track to being ready to go soon. He tries not to step on anyone’s toes, dodging the hair and makeup noonas who are doing last minute touch ups on some of the boys.
He sighs when he turns the corner, one blonde omega catching his eye by the clothing racks. Said omega jumps a little when Seungcheol comes up behind him and grabs his waist, slapping his hand away before turning around.
“Yah! Seungcheol, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He whines, weakly hitting the alpha’s chest as the elder chuckles.
“Sorry Jeonghannie, you’re just too easy to scare.” He goes to pinch the omega’s cheek only for his hand to be slapped away for the second time less than a minute.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Seungcheol notices now that Jeonghan is standing only in a dress shirt and boxers, the rest of his clothes hanging over a chair behind him. The omega looks down at his appearance and makes a noncommittal noise.
“I’m almost done, don’t freak out. And I’m not the only one not ready yet.” Seungcheol looks around at that and notices that the omega is right, there are a few members still pulling on their shirts and fixing their shoes and things. The leader mentally goes through his checklist, trying to think if there’s anything he’s forgetting.
He looks back at the omega, “Do you want me to scent your clothes for you? We’re gonna be interacting with a lot of new people tonight.” Seungcheol tries not to be an imposing alpha presence in Jeonghan’s life, but there are certain instances where he finds it necessary. Like now, when there’s a sure chance the younger will be uncomfortable and overwhelmed if he gets bombarded with a bunch of foreign scents all at once. The omega is sensitive to the scents of people he doesn’t know, especially alphas, which is the subgender the majority of idols fall into. And, a more important reason in Seungcheol’s mind, Jeonghan wearing an alpha’s scent would help to ward off unwanted alphas. Jeonghan is objectively attractive, and the fact that he’s unmated makes him seem like an open target to alphas who think the world owes them omegas. Once again, the system is fucked, but there’s nothing Seungcheol can do about it except do his best to keep the omegas of the group safe.
He looks back at Jeonghan, who is looking at him with a rather unamused expression on his face. Once they make eye contact, the omega rolls his eyes, obviously waiting until he had the attention of the elder before putting on his show of complaints. Ever the drama queen, Seungcheol thinks.
“Don’t you think I smell enough like you already? You’re too paranoid.” The omega chastises as he pulls his pants on, fastening them as Seungcheol comes closer.
“Come on, Vernon’s letting Seungkwan scent him before we go.” The leader points at the maknaes on the other side of the room where there were more clothing racks. The elder of the two is fussing over the omega, clearing scenting him until their scents were blended together.
“That’s because Vernon is whipped for Seungkwan.” Jeonghan reasons, knowing it’s futile.
Seungcheol chuckles,”Oh and you’re not whipped for me?”
Jeonghan rolls his eyes again, smiling as he replies, “What makes you thi-“ He’s cut off by Seungcheol’s arms circling around him, squeezing the younger who squeals, giggling loudly before the elder puts him back down.
The omega pretends not to notice the remaining members and staff in the room who most definitely just witnessed that. His efforts prove to be pointless however when, on the way out, Jeonghan hears a yell from inside, “You’re totally whipped for him, hyung!”
They pile out of the cars, looking their best and ready to walk the red carpet. They’re waiting around with some other groups, everyone making last minute touch ups before their group’s turn to walk the carpet. Jeonghan and Seungcheol, fulfilling their parental roles, are going around the group and double checking everyone.
Jeonghan gets to Chan and notices his bow tie is loose and looks a little crooked, so he leans in and begins fixing it. Chan stands still, looking up at his hyung as the omega works quickly, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in concentration.
Briefly, Jeonghan’s nose is filled with a strong, putrid smell before it passes, and he turns to see what, or who, the scent belongs to. He’s met with an idol, clearly an alpha, staring right back at him with a perverted looking smirk on his face. The alpha looks Jeonghan up and down, and Jeonghan feels creeped out just from the man’s stare alone.
The omega’s scent must change because before he even realizes what’s happening, Chan has an arm wrapped around him, pulling him away gently. Jeonghan sees the other alpha roll his eyes before meeting back up with a group of guys who must be his group. Jeonghan scowls and Chan rubs his hand up and down on his back as they continue walking towards the start of the red carpet.
Seungcheol must have seen the interaction, or at least the expression on Jeonghan’s face, because he waits behind for the two to catch up to him. The leader takes Jeonghan’s free side, sliding his arm around his shoulders for a second before putting his hand back in his pocket.
“You guys okay?” His eyes dart from Jeonghan’s to Chan’s, then back forward to see how much time left they have before their turn on the red carpet.
“Yeah, just a dick alpha. What’s new. But Channie was a good alpha and protected me.” Jeonghan jokes, interaction completely forgotten. Seungcheol frowns slightly at the mention of an alpha, but Jeonghan does seem to really be unbothered. He decides not to push it, not wanting to treat the omega like he’s helpless. He can’t help but worry though.
The award show goes on without a hitch, and soon they’ve finished performing and are back in their seats. The show still has a few hours left, so they’re just waiting in their seats and some of them are getting bored. Once the excitement and anticipation of performing is over there’s really not much to do except clap when appropriate and try not to visibly look bored.
Jeonghan has completely forgotten about the alpha from earlier, who Mingyu had informed him was named Kim Sangook. An unmated alpha, ‘93 or ‘94 line Mingyu thinks he’s heard. Their groups were sitting nowhere close to each other, and Jeonghan didn’t have the displeasure of smelling that scent again, which he’s thankful for.
He’s looking around, just about bored out of his mind, and finally he can’t take it anymore. Jeonghan stands up, tapping Jun on the shoulder and letting him know where he was headed. Jun hesitated but nodded, probably confused as to why the omega was telling him and not one of the many alphas. It was definitely more common for omegas to go to alphas with things like their whereabouts, a kind of unspoken rule most packs followed. But Jun was a beta, so letting him know was better than nothing. Jeonghan has a feeling if he told any of the alphas they wouldn’t let him go, which is stupid.
The vocalist leaves the main part of the building, heading into the hallway to look for the bathroom. He finds it quickly and walks in, relieved when he sees it's empty. Choosing the biggest stall, he walks in and pushes the door shut, not bothering to lock it since he’s not actually using the toilet. He’s just starting to relax when he hears footsteps, quickly headed towards the stall he’s in. His heart rate speeds up and before he can even react the stall door swings in on him, nearly hitting him if he hadn’t stepped out of the way.
The scent catches up to his nose the same time his eyes make contact with Sangook for the second time this night. He swallows hard, can smell his own scent souring in fear. The strawberry in his scent smells rotten, and combined with Sangook’s heavy scent swimming through the air the omega feels like he could be sick.
“Hey there, little omega. I found you again.” The alpha’s voice sends chills up Jeonghan’s spine, and not the good kind. Jeonghan stands his ground, not wanting to appear weak.
“Get out.” He says bluntly, hoping that faking indifference will be enough to get the alpha to leave him alone.
The alpha just laughs, and steps further into the stall. Jeonghan smartly takes notice that Sangook doesn’t lock the door behind him, hoping he can use that to his advantage to escape if he needs to. He thinks he’s going to need to. This sucks, he wishes he would’ve just stayed in his damn seat and suffered through the boredom. Why do alphas have to suck so much?
The alpha steps forward again, furthering cornering Jeonghan into the back of the stall. The latter keeps his head down, folding into himself to protect his body. Sangook laughs again and he leans forward, far into Jeonghan’s personal space, and takes a huge whiff of the latter’s scent. The alpha moans softly at the sweet scent entering his nostrils and Jeonghan feels disgusting, absolutely violated by the sound.
“Get away from me.” Jeonghan does his best to shove Sangook off him, but the alpha is stronger by a mile and he quickly has the younger pinned against the dirty bathroom wall. Sangook leans in and licks up Jeonghan’s neck, infecting the omega’s scent glands with his own nauseating scent. Jeonghan chokes up, coughing loudly as his eyes start watering. He tries to push Sangook off again, using all of his strength to grab the alpha by his shoulders and pushing back. The alpha does stumble for a second, before regaining his footing and looking up at Jeonghan, his eyes blown completely red for a second before returning to their original color.
“Omega, stop fighting.” He uses his Alpha voice, and Jeonghan’s brain can’t do anything but submit. The omega whines and Sangook chuckles darkly as he steps forward and pushes a strand of hair out of Jeonghan’s forehead. Jeonghan closes his eyes, a single tear falling down his cheek as he stands there, basically paralyzed due to his instincts. Sometimes he really fucking hates being an omega, having to deal with all of this just because of his biology. It’s just unfair if you ask him.
Sangook keeps his throat rumbling, a different form of an Alpha Command. Alphas usually only rumble when they’re in rut or their omega is in danger, situations where their inner alpha wants to be in full control without having to continuously yell out Commands. Jeonghan’s blood turns cold at the sound of Sangook’s rumble, his body weakening from it.
The elder grabs Jeonghan’s chin again, pushing his head to the side and exposing his neck. He licks a stripe up the omega’s neck, and the younger can feel the rough texture of his tongue as it grates against his scent glands, smothering his packs’ scents. He keens loudly, turning his head to the side to try to escape the alpha’s incessant licking.
There’s a pause, and Sangook pulls back. Jeonghan refuses to meet his eyes, even as the alpha starts speaking.
“Is that your maknae’s scent? You let that bitch alpha scent you but you won’t let a real alpha like me do it? Do you let him fuck you too, huh?” His grip on Jeonghan’s jaw gets tighter as he speaks and by the end of his little speech, his fingers are turning white from how hard he’s squeezing.
Jeonghan closes his eyes, breathing harshly in the quiet stall. He can faintly make out traces of Chan’s scent on himself, and he tries to focus on that instead of what’s actually happening. He misses the alpha, he wishes he was in the dorm with his pack and not here. He wants his alphas.
The alpha wipes a tear that falls down the boy’s cheek, mockingly frowning at him when the younger whines. “Aw, where’s your little maknae alpha protector now?”
He doesn’t give Jeonghan time to respond before he abruptly pulls down his pants, his briefs coming down with them. The younger cries out, finally starting to sob in earnest.
Just when he thinks he’s done, there’s no hope for him, he hears his savior in the form of heavy footsteps heading towards them. The footsteps get louder, and then he hears a familiar voice call out his name. The shock of it all helps him regain some sense of awareness, and he shouts while he still has the courage to.
“Jun, I’m in here!” His voice breaks on the last word but he’s loud enough, the door to the bathroom opening seconds later. Sangook curses, pulling off Jeonghan and running out. He hits Jun with the door on his way out, the beta yelling out at him before his focus is occupied by his sobbing omega in the corner.
“Oh my god, hyung! What happened?” He frantically begins checking over the parts of Jeonghan that are visible in his crouched position. The omega’s cries don’t let up, but he manages the words “Chan”, “scent” and “alpha” in between his sobs. Jun listens intently and kneels on the floor next to his hyung, wrapping protective arms around him and pumping out calming pheromones like he’s never before.
Once the weeping boy is safely tucked in his arms, he grabs his phone, thanking all the gods in the sky that he took it with him. He’d had a bad feeling once Jeonghan didn’t return from the bathroom after a few minutes, and once 10 minutes passed the beta feared something was actually wrong.
He quickly texts Seungcheol what’s going on, pocketing his phone again to put his full attention back on Jeonghan. The elder is still crying hard, his scent sour and bitter from the fear and stress. He tenses up when the door opens, but Chan and Seungcheol run in before he can react further.
The two alphas instantly surround Jeonghan, taking him out of Jun’s arms and into their own. Chan sits on the ground, resting his back against the wall so Jeonghan has a stable spot to sit. He climbs right into the alpha’s lap, nosing over his scent glands and inhaling deeply. Chan can’t help but notice the foreign smell on Jeonghan and it makes him sick. The scent is strong and the thought of what the other alpha must have done to make it so potent has the maknae seeing red.
For now though, he has a crying omega in his arms. That’s always the first priority.
Jeonghan is mumbling something in between cries, and even Chan, as close as he is to him, can’t make out what he’s saying.
“What was that?” the alpha asks softly, rubbing the back of his head.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine” Jeonghan continues to mumble, slightly louder now. His words are muffled from where he’s speaking into Chan’s neck, but they can hear him clear enough.
Chan leans forward and kisses the omega on the forehead, pulling away to look at the boy.
“That’s right omega, we’re yours. And you’re ours, no one else’s, okay?” Chan always feels kind of weird talking to his hyung like this, like he owns him or something just because he’s an alpha, but he knows it’s what Jeonghan needs right now. His inner omega is completely thrown off from Sangook’s scent invading his scent glands, and he needs to be reassured that he’s still a part of his pack. They need to flush Sangook’s scent out, until Jeonghan smells more like his pack than himself.
Seungcheol kneels down next to them, rubbing a soothing hand on the omega’s back and the boy startles at the touch.
“Hey puppy, it’s me. It’s just me, you’re okay.” He keeps his voice low, and Jeonghan’s muscles relax under his now familiar touch.
Seungcheol begins rubbing soothing circles on the omega’s back, letting out the most calming pheromones he could manage with how much anger he’s currently feeling. He can tell Chan is fuming too, with the way he’s visibly trying to regulate his breathing and scent. Jeonghan’s tears have slowed down slightly, the boy starting to calm down with the amount of familiar calming alpha pheromones surrounding him now.
He scratches his neck every few minutes, and Chan grabs his hand one time he does it and holds it in his own.
“Omega, what are you doing?” He’s almost afraid to know the answer.
“M-my scent.. icky… he-“ He stutters out in between sniffles and cries, and the two alphas once again overflow with rage.
Chan uses both of his hands to stroke the sides of Jeonghan’s neck, doing all he can to rub his skin until Sangook’s scent is completely gone.
The door opens again to reveal Jun, who Jeonghan hadn’t even realized had left.
“Everyone’s ready to go, the cars are being pulled to the back right now.” He’s panting as if he ran all the way there and back, which he probably did.
Seungcheol looks at the state Jeonghan is in and his heart breaks. The boy’s pants are around his ankles, his tie is loose and crooked, and his makeup is smudged with tears and sweat. Chan and Ssungcheol help the omega stand up, Jeonghan clinging to the younger alpha, inhaling as much of his scent as he could. His scent glands were clogged up with Sangook’s scent, and he wanted them to be clear and smelling only of his pack. He wants pack. Pack pack pack.
“Your pack is in the cars waiting for you, omega. You’ll see them so soon.” Chan reminds him gently while pushing Jeonghan’s hair out of his eyes. The omega looks at him, oh, was he thinking out loud?
Seungcheol dresses Jeonghan quickly while Chan keeps scenting him, and soon the leader has done his best to fix him up. He still doesn’t look in great shape, but he needs to be home right now more than he needs to look good.
They keep him supported while they walk out to the parking lot in the back. Seungcheol really doesn’t like how Jeonghan still smells faintly of the alpha, but there’s nothing that can be done until they get back to their dorms. Within a couple minutes they’re safely in one of their cars, some of the members already waiting. Once they get in, the manager driving hightails it out of there. No one wants an omega to be this upset, it’s heartbreaking even for the staff.
Jeonghan is sitting in between Chan and Jihoon, with practically all of his body wrapped around the former, but it’s not like the alpha minds at all. Jihoon takes over Seungcheol’s previous role of rubbing a steady hand on the omega’s back, and Chan continues stroking his scent glands, trying to overpower the Sangook’s scent with his own. The drive is nearly silent, Jeonghan’s occasional sniffles and quiet whimpers the only audible noise coming from inside the car. No one wants to disturb him, and he seems content as possible right now in his spot safely tucked under Chan’s chin.
It’s clear his omega has singled out Chan’s scent in this crisis. Seungcheol assumes its from the maknae’s scent being on him from the red carpet, when the same alpha tried approaching them before. Damnit, he should’ve known tbat guy was bad news after that first interaction. He’s glad Jun saw who it was, and he already contacted the security at the venue who immediately said they were going to contact the police.
They get to the dorms in record time, everyone just wanting Jeonghan home and safe and with his pack. The three cars all arrive within minutes of each other, and the thirteen boys pile into their building. Jeonghan is still clinging to Chan like a lifeline, but at least he’s not crying anymore.
Once everyone’s safely inside the dorm and the door is locked, there’s a collective sigh of relief. Now, 100% of the focus can be on Jeonghan.
Chan bypasses the worried members and heads towards the omega’s bedroom, before thinking twice and redirecting them into Chan’s own bedroom. Jeonghan would probably want to be exposed to as much of his scent as possible in the state he's in.
Seungcheol follows them in after telling the rest of the members to shower and try not to worry so much. Jeonghan is safe and home and that’s what is most important. He knows they’ll most definitely be checking in throughout the night though, which the singer will probably be pleased by. Omegas, especially ones in packs, rely heavily on scents to keep their mindsets stable. Jeonghan’s whole world basically torn apart tonight, with the alpha saturating his scent glands with his own foreign one.
Seungcheol walks in, closing the door behind him. Chan goes to set the omega on the bed but the elder panics and latches back onto him second they lose contact.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Alpha’s got you, it’s okay.” Chan sits down on the bed and Jeonghan wastes no time in wrapping himself around him again, straddling his hips. He squeezes his head into the crook of Chan’s neck and breathes deeply, sighing in relief once the young alpha’s scent enters his system.
Chan looks up, continuing to caress the back of Jeonghan’s hair. The two alphas share a worried glance.
Jeonghan’s scent glands should be clearing up by now. The situation with Sangook happened over an hour ago, and they’ve been heavily scenting him pretty much nonstop since then. But still seems so distressed, and Seungcheol racks his brain for how to get him settled.
“Omega-yah, what if you warmed Chan? Take a little nap?” Seungcheol asks, keeping his voice soft and quiet, knowing the topic will be startling enough for the boy.
As expected, Jeonghan’s eyes go wide at the suggestion. He mewls, hiding his face in Chan’s chest. He can feel the alpha’s chest rumble with his laughter, and he weakly smacks his stomach.
“Alpha,” Jeonghan can’t help the whine that slips into his voice, “Stop—can’t.”
He wants to, god he wants to; the thought of Chan being inside him, consuming all of him and letting his mind float into the space where everything feels easier.
But he’s embarrassed, Sangook’s words creeping back into his brain. He knows he had no idea what he was talking about, that being with Chan is just as much for his benefit as it is for the younger’s. Still, though, the irrational part of his brain can’t keep the insecurity from creeping in, and he thinks sacrificing his comfort for his pride is his best option. The thought of being exposed like that in front of not only Seungcheol but also Chan was one thing when he was in heat and deep in subspace, but was it really worth the embarrassment right now? But, the thought of being completely enveloped in Chan’s sweet sweet scent has his inner omega whining.
“-mega? Can you hear me, pup? Jeonghan-ah?”
Chan’s voice shakes Jeonghan out of his thoughts and the omega stirs again. He’s about to decline, let his embarrassment win over, but he gets the tiniest whiff of Sangook’s awful scent and that’s the final push he needs.
He nods his head from where it’s resting on Chan’s chest and the two alphas are quick to get to work.
“Okay baby, we’re gonna get you into some comfier clothes first, does that sound good?” Seungcheol asks, knowing the lingering scent of Sangook can’t be helping the omega’s condition.
“Yes please. This scent makes me want to throw up.” And he’s being honest, the scent really is that awful. He wants to rid himself of it and never smell it again in his life. He wants his pack and only his pack.
Jeonghan blushes when asked what he wants to wear to sleep, replying with a quiet “Channie alpha’s shirt.” He can’t even make eye contact while saying it, staring intently at a spot on the floor while he fiddles with the hem of the dress shirt he still has on.
The two alphas find it so impossibly endearing, how shy the omega can be. He’s normally so unabashed, but when his omega takes control he becomes a completely different person. And he’s perfect either way.
Chan picks out a big shirt for him, forgoing any bottoms since the omega will most likely just fall asleep with the alpha inside him. After he’s changed, Seungcheol leaves the room suddenly; Jeonghan misses the leader as soon as he’s out of sight. Luckily Chan doesn’t let him dwell on that thought because the alpha puts a hand on his bare hip and immediately the younger has his full attention.
“He’ll be right back, omega. Come on, let’s get on the bed okay?”
He sits with his back against the headboard and gestures for Jeonghan to sit in his lap. The elder is eager to oblige, folding himself to fit into the shorter man’s lap. He lets out an unconscious purr of satisfaction, straddling the maknae with his nose back in its favorite place buried deep in his scent glands.
Chan rubs Jeonghan’s back, soothing strokes under his shirt that send pleasant chills up the omega’s insides. When he pairs that with licking onto the elder’s scent glands, Jeonghan can’t help the light moan that escapes his mouth.
Seungcheol comes from somewhere behind him, Jeonghan is too occupied with his scent glands being licked by the younger alpha to know or care, and lays a towel down on the bed in front of them. And with that their moment is over.
Jeonghan blushes at the implication and lets out an involuntary whine. He hates this part, before he’s fully down and he can’t help but be hyper aware of everything that’s going on around him.
“You’re okay, omega. You’re safe with us.” Chan rubs a hand up and down Jeonghan’s arms while the leader is setting up everything they’ll need, which is just the towel, lube, and some wet wipes on the bedside table for after.
He comes up to the bed and leans down to give Jeonghan a kiss on the forehead.
“Are you ready, pup?” Cheol waits for the omega’s meek nod before standing up again and coming around to the other side of the bed.
“Okay, up on your hands and knees, baby. Alpha’s gonna stay right here with you.” Chan gently pushes Jeonghan up and the omega obediently follows the order.
Jeonghan scoots his knees back so he can push them up, giving Seungcheol access to his backside from where he is on the bed. The omega can’t help but feel his face heat up when Seungcheol spreads his legs a little wider, but Chan’s constant stroking on his scent glands keeps him calm. The opening of the lube bottle can be heard in the quiet room, and Jeonghan inhales sharply in anticipation.
“Relax, omega.” Seungcheol can tell Jeonghan’s tense, and the boy needs to be fully calm for this to be comfortable.
Jeonghan lets out a breath, trying his best to follow what his alpha said. He still jumps a little when Seungcheol’s chilled finger comes in contact with his hole though. He clenches, and he can feel the alpha nudge him open.
Chan uses this time to resume his licking on Jeonghan’s scent glands, and the result is immediate. Seungcheol is able to slide his finger all the way in, and Jeonghan lets out a few pants as his body starts to finally relax.
Seungcheol continues to open him up, stretching him until Jeonghan’s hole is pouring out its own slick and the omega is crying into Chan’s lap. Once he deems him open enough to sit on Chan’s cock for an extended period of time, he sits back on the bed; Jeonghan unintentionally keens at the loss.
“Oh, omega, you’re okay. You did so good.” Chan pulls Jeonghan fully into his lap now, holding him close, the praises flowing out of both of the alpha’s mouths.
After a few minutes Seungcheol stands up.
“Okay, I’m gonna go shower now. Be a good boy for Chan okay?” He runs his hand through Jeonghan’s sweaty hair while the younger just looks up at him, eyes wet and face blotchy.
He nods, “Yes, alpha.” His voice is no louder than a whisper and both alphas in the room melt a little bit.
Seungcheol gently pats Jeonghan’s ass a couple times before leaving, leaving the door slightly ajar just in case Chan needed anything while he was immobile.
“You ready pup?” He waits for Jeonghan’s confirmation before lifting up the omega and gently setting him down onto his semi-hard cock.
Instantly, Jeonghan feels his body settle from the inside out. A fog veils across his mind, and his brain stops producing any thoughts that aren’t ‘alpha.’
“There we go, that’s what you needed, isn’t it omega?” Chan can tell Jeonghan is finally sated and he smiles fondly at the half fucked out—half completely content expression on the elder’s face.
Jeonghan forgoes a verbal reply, humming softly instead. Chan notices he can barely hold his head up, and he guides Jeonghan to rest back in the crook of his neck. The omega goes down willingly and lets out a contented sigh when his skin comes in contact with Chan’s.
The alpha lets out a sigh of his own, looking down at the nearly asleep omega on his lap and smiling softly. Jeonghan is so gentle, and he feels so awful that this happened to him today. At least he provided as much comfort as he possibly could have for the omega. He wraps his arms around Jeonghan, resting his intertwined hands on the elder’s back. Jeonghan shifts his hips a little bit and Chan hisses at the friction, quietly trying not to stir.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and Chan whisper-yells a “Come in!” to whoever it is.
Vernon pokes his head in, a soft expression on his face. Chan smiles at the omega, gesturing for him to come in. Vernon walks in, sitting down near the foot of the bed. He puts a hand up the bottom of Jeonghan’s shirt, gently rubbing circles on his lower back. The omega lets out a quiet purr at the sensation, the omega pheromones Vernon is putting out further soothing him.
“How is he?” Vernon asks softly.
“A lot better now that he’s on me, that alpha’s scent really got into his system. Got him all out of whack.” Chan knows out of everyone in the group that Vernon will understand what Jeonghan went through the most. He’s the only member that can actually imagine being in that situation, having his pack’s scents, his comfort, stripped away from him by a strange alpha. A chill runs down his spine at the thought of it.
“How are you?” Chan can imagine this was hard on Vernon as well, and as one of his best friends, and alphas, he feels the need to make sure both of his omegas are taken care of.
Vernon nods, eyes finding their way back to their omega hyung.
“Yeah, I was just so worried about him. I can’t imagine how awful that was. I fucking hate alphas. No offense.”
Chan chuckles sadly, “Yeah, sometimes I hate alphas too.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to check on him. I’ll go so he can keep sleeping.” With that Vernon stands up, sending Chan a wave and leaving.
Jeonghan mutters something in his sleep, burrowing deeper into Chan’s scent glands. The alpha leans his head back against the headboard and closes his eyes. Might as well get a nap in while he’s here.