Work Text:
Wonwoo barely takes the time to throw his stuff on the floor, nearly tripping over his own shoes after taking them off, racing himself to his room and locking the door behind him even though he lives alone. There’s something about this that always feels illicit, like he’s doing something wrong.
Which he is .
But it’s not like anyone’s getting hurt or anything.
His fingers fly across the keyboard, logging into his chatroom account with a practiced ease that should put him on edge. Instead, he just finds himself relaxing back into his chair, reading over the new message with a smile on his face.
bbylc99 1:03 pm
hope you’re thinking about me today 😘
Wonwoo cracks his knuckles. He probably shouldn’t be typing too much after the day he’s had at work — not if he wants to be able to play League later tonight without wrist pain. But if there’s anything he’d be willing to give up gaming for, he thinks bbylc99 might be it.
ajww 5:16 pm
Of course I’m thinking about you. How could I not?
Wonwoo sends the message, staring at bbylc99’s icon — biteable clavicles and a gorgeous neck that lead up to a pretty jawline and a coy smile — until the little typing bubble pops up.
bbylc99 5:18 pm
did you send this as soon as you got home? just couldn’t wait to talk to me? 💘
He sees through Wonwoo like he’s standing in the room with him, watching his every move. It makes Wonwoo’s ears burn, but he kind of likes the feeling. He likes every feeling he gets when he’s talking to bbylc99.
Wonwoo wishes he had more of him.
He wishes he had his face in its entirety, because he knows it’s beautiful. He wishes he could hear his voice, even if for just a few words — he’d mentioned how much he likes singing and Wonwoo hasn’t been able to stop dreaming about being sung to sleep by him since.
At the current state of things, Wonwoo doesn’t even know his name. When he thinks about him, his username is like a placeholder in his brain, a blank space of expectations he’s still only chasing. He understands why someone like bbylc99 wouldn’t share any of their private information so quickly — for omegas, it’s inherently a little unsafe. If anything, Wonwoo is glad that he’s protecting himself from the freaks and weirdos out there, even if it means he also gets left in the dark.
Logic doesn’t stop him from wanting though.
ajww 5:19 pm
I couldn’t wait. Can you send me a pic?
bbylc99 starts typing immediately.
bbylc99 5:20 pm
you’re insatiable
what do you want to see?
Wonwoo thinks about the choice, or at least the illusion of it. Wonwoo may not have seen his face yet, but bbylc99 has been more than generous in everything else he’s given. This is to say, Wonwoo has seen a lot already, and so making a decision in matters like this is kind of easy.
ajww 5:21 pm
What do you want to show me, baby?
A few minutes pass by, with Wonwoo staring at his computer screen the entire time. His stomach growls, begging for dinner after a skipped lunch, but he ignores it in favor of burning his retinas a little more, just waiting for the object of his online affection to give him new material to jerk off to.
His patience is more than rewarded, when for the first time in their nearly three months of communication, bbylc99 sends him a video.
It's only a few seconds long, but it's more than enough for Wonwoo who's more than just a little desperate, especially when the preview image is bbylc99’s perfectly round ass, the thin string of a thong pulled up between his cheeks.
He plays the video.
Then he plays it again and again and again, pulling his dick out of his pants and stroking it faster than he ever has in his life, it feels like. It's only after he's played the video nine or ten times that he realizes his volume is muted. He turns it up to a reasonable, respectable level — something that won't be heard through the walls into the next apartment — and nearly comes on the spot.
The video — to Wonwoo’s demise — is of bbylc99 spanking his own ass, hitting twice before shaking it a bit. The video on its own is bad enough. Wonwoo's real downfall, however, comes when the sound is on and he can hear little flirty giggles, bbylc99’s voice captured by a phone.
Wonwoo might be completely whipped, but he doesn't think he's heard anything more beautiful. He plays it back again and leans closer to his speakers, ignoring the screen for a moment in favor of just listening: slap, slap, giggle.
bbylc99 5:36 pm
is it okay? 🥺
When the message comes through it finally occurs to Wonwoo that he's been too busy pulling at his dick to have given any response. He didn't mean to make him nervous.
ajww 5:36 pm
Better than okay
Wow.
Your laugh
Thank you
He sends all of his thoughts as separate messages, each one being delivered the moment it enters his mind, no time for extra thinking or filtering. bbylc99 starts typing.
bbylc99 5:37 pm
you're thanking me for laughing?
ajww 5:37 pm
It's the first time I've ever heard your voice
It's so pretty
Wonwoo considers something for a moment before just going for it.
ajww 5:38 pm
i would love to hear you moaning on my cock
bbylc99 starts and stops typing several times, making Wonwoo nervous this time before something finally comes through.
bbylc99 5:40 pm
alpha 🥵
The word ties Wonwoo's stomach in knots, makes his dick twitch like nothing else, and it's shameful. He's in the process of thinking of something else to say when bbylc99 makes it worse.
A second video attachment is sent: this one longer than the last. Wonwoo clicks the play button immediately and groans into his palm.
This video is shot from a little further away than the first, capturing some of the bed and the wall behind it, but Wonwoo isn't looking at the wall.
He's looking at that same perfect ass, only this time it's bouncing up and down on a huge dildo, bbylc99 lifting himself up on his knees until just the tip of it is inside him, then sliding down with the moan Wonwoo had so desperately wanted.
He bounces more, faster, until the video ends randomly, obviously cut and edited in some way. And Wonwoo desperately needs to come now, but he also desperately needs to think of something to respond with.
ajww 5:43 pm
what have i done to deserve two videos?
you're amazing
bbylc99 5:45
i just wanted you to see what it would be like ☺️
you're definitely bigger tho 🤤
can i have a pic now?
This is Wonwoo's issue.
Pictures are an ordeal. He refuses to download the app for this site, knowing good and well that if he had constant access to talk to bbylc99 that it would spend up his entire life. But his webcam is poor quality which means he has to go through the process of taking photos on his phone, sending them to his email, and then finally downloading them to send to bbylc99.
Still, it's worth it to know that they make him happy.
ajww 5:46
yes
give me a minute
He attempts all different angles, feeling pathetic for trying so hard to take a dick pic of all things, but when he finally gets one he's pleased with, he snaps away.
He strokes himself again, playing back bbylc99’s video over and over, before finally caving. He swipes his finger across the bottom of his phone screen and then presses the red button, recording a video of his own as his hand blurs from moving so quickly, up and down his cock with desperation.
He sends everything over as quickly as possible, deciding on the video and three photos chosen at random.
bbylc99 sees them immediately and begins typing.
bbylc99 5:52 pm
did you just take those now? 😳
Wonwoo's eyebrows scrunch together, sending his ill-fitted glasses down his nose.
ajww 5:53 pm
when else would i have taken them?
Does this guy just think he's some pervy weirdo who takes dick pics with no reason to do so? Does he think he has some kind of stockpile of lewd photos of himself just saved in his camera roll?
bbylc99 5:53 pm
so it was like
a reaction to me? 🫣
Wonwoo doesn't stop being confused, but he responds anyway.
ajww 5:54 pm
of course it was, baby
you're so fucking sexy
bbylc99 sent a video of him fucking himself on a dildo and then basically told Wonwoo to pretend like it was him, like he was riding Wonwoo with all those little gasps and moans. Of course he got hard and started jerking off over it.
Is he serious right now?
bbylc99 5:55 pm
oh 😳
um
i’m glad you liked it
The strangeness of their conversation finally brings about a revelation to Wonwoo's horny brain, one that makes him feel embarrassed and pathetic amidst the omega-induced fog.
ajww 5:57 pm
wait
does that mean the video you sent isn't from right now?
In his soul, Wonwoo knows that's exactly what it means. For a moment, Wonwoo also worries that he's been had, that bbylc99 is some group of guys sending him porn and laughing at the dick pics they've gotten in return, even if the ruse would be too elaborate by anyone's standards.
His dick finally starts flagging as he considers doing a reverse image search of some of bbylc99’s photos, when the little notification bell chimes.
bbylc99 5:59 pm
it's from a couple weeks ago
It’s not the end of the world, and definitely not as bad as Wonwoo had been catastrophizing, but it still leaves him feeling a little unsettled.
bbylc99 5:59 pm
i recorded it and wanted to send it to you but then i got shy 😣
And somehow, it all turns back around. Wonwoo’s eyebrows shoot up and his dick twitches where it is still haphazardly pulled out of his pants, and bbylc99 is still typing.
bbylc99 6:00 pm
it was supposed to be your prize for doing good on your work presentation
but then i started to think that was stupid
It’s not stupid. It’s the furthest thing from stupid. It’s at that moment that Wonwoo finally realizes how much bbylc99 underestimates the impact he has on his life. Wonwoo scrolls back up and watches the video again, now with the context of its origin, thinking about the man on the screen nervously watching the camera, bouncing and desperately hoping for it to be good enough to be considered a reward for Wonwoo. The thought is dizzying.
It doesn’t satiate Wonwoo at all. It just makes him desperate for more.
He grabs ahold of himself again, typing with one hand, slowly and inefficiently, but Wonwoo has bigger concerns right now.
ajww 6:03 pm
nothing you do is stupid
though if you had sent it that day i think my brain would have exploded
bbylc99 6:03 pm
you don’t need to flatter me
The statement accompanied by a lack of emoji signals to Wonwoo that he’s not just fishing for compliments. It makes something deep in Wonwoo’s chest throb with pain, but he ignores that for the time being.
ajww 6:04 pm
can i ask you something? you don’t have to give me an answer
bbylc99 6:04 pm
?
go for it i guess
Wonwoo takes a deep breath and holds it as he types.
ajww 6:05 pm
can you tell me your name?
just your given name
or even a nickname
i just want something to call you that isn’t your username
please
Wonwoo tacks on the last message when he starts to worry his tone is coming off as too demanding, biting his tongue as he waits for the indication that bbylc99 is typing.
It takes a while, longer than Wonwoo would like, with the chat bubble appearing and disappearing multiple times before something comes through.
bbylc99 6:08 pm
chan
Wonwoo blinks, using his mouse to scroll, but no. That’s the whole message, and the only one, at that.
Chan.
Wonwoo's heart flutters at the single syllable; finally something to replace the empty space in his head when thinking about the man who's occupied so much of his brain lately.
He says it out loud, just vague whispers to himself that make it seem more concrete and real.
He only realizes it's been several minutes when another message pops up in the midst of him talking to himself.
bbylc99 6:11 pm
so are you going to tell me your name now, or…?
Wonwoo springs into action, fingers practically flying across the keyboard to let Chan know literally anything he wants.
ajww 6:11 pm
wonwoo
i'm wonwoo
but you can call me whatever you like
He says the last line to be smooth, but finds himself cringing over it the moment he hits send.
bbylc99 6:12 pm
wonwoo…
it's cute 💓
Wonwoo's stomach is a mess, filled with butterflies and warmth and the primal need to have Chan right in front of him, in his lap, on his cock. It's nothing new, but now he has a name to go along with all of it. It feels like a delusional step in the right direction.
bbylc99 6:13 pm
so you’re wonwoo
you wear glasses and work at a tech company
and you like reading and playing video games, even after long days when you should
be resting
Well, geez, when it’s all said like that, laid out on a table between the two of them, it does a great job of making Wonwoo feel like a fucking loser. No mention of friends, or gym memberships, or bar-hopping weekends, just his pathetic, hermit existence.
He entertains the idea of mentioning the walks he goes on every once in a while, the one thing that could possibly pass as exercise, when yet another message comes through from Chan.
bbylc99 6:14 pm
my nerdy alpha wonwoo 🥰
Wonwoo swallows all of the spit that’s accumulated in his mouth, but more of it builds up immediately.
He can’t help himself.
He doesn’t even need the video this time.
He pulls out his phone and hits record again, this time just reading over Chan’s message as he spits into his hand and uses it to jerk off, pretending for a moment that it’s Chan’s slick. It’s disgusting and perverted and Wonwoo moans Chan’s name when he comes, streaks of white covering his hand as he continues to coax it out, squeezing the last drops and ending the video, sending it to himself immediately, no time to watch it or think at all, because he can’t have Chan thinking he left or lost interest.
He attaches the video and sends it with no message or other context, watching as the progress bar loads, and then it’s there.
And Chan sees it immediately, the read receipt popping up in only a second.
Wonwoo knows he has to wait. He knows the video was like two minutes long, which means it’ll take at least that long for Chan to get through it once, but he’s also impatient and anxious awaiting a response, tapping his fingers on his desk with no sense of rhythm whatsoever.
bbylc99 6:22 pm
oh my god
ajww 6:23 pm
sorry
too much?
bbylc99 6:23 pm
was that just from me calling you my alpha?
Just??? Wonwoo wants to ask. Does Chan not realize him saying that is meeting like ten of Wonwoo’s fantasies all at once? Even reading over the new message, Wonwoo’s dick twitches, somehow completely immune to the cooling, slowly drying come.
ajww 6:24 pm
and saying my name
love knowing my name is in my omega’s mouth
bbylc99 6:25 pm
oh you're possessive 😳
ajww 6:25 pm
sorry
bbylc99 6:25 pm
im fingering myself right now
Wonwoo freezes where he's sitting. He stares at the computer screen for who knows how long before finally snapping out of it.
ajww 6:27 pm
god
It's all he can think to send, too busy cleaning himself with tissues so he can start jerking off again, still sensitive but feeling his cock begin to fatten up once more.
He gets a few strokes in before something genuinely confounding happens.
Wonwoo is staring the screen down, eyes flitting back and forth between the green and red buttons being presented to him. It goes on for almost too long without him making a decision before he scrambles for his mouse, clicking the green button three or four times just to make sure it actually goes through.
The page loads and a timer starts, all while he's holding his breath. He can't break the silence himself, desperately waiting for something and not sure what he'll get.
“Uh, hello?” a cute voice rings out through his speakers, just a little too loud so it makes Wonwoo flinch. He quickly grabs his headphones, fumbling around to get them connected, cursing himself for not doing it earlier despite never needing them to talk to Chan before today.
“Give me a second,” Wonwoo says, cursing himself internally when his deep voice cracks right in the middle of the sentence, a sound someone might expect from a high schooler and not someone approaching 30.
His headphones finally connect and he quickly turns the volume up to something that'll feel like it completely surrounds him.
“Uh, hi,” Wonwoo finally chokes out when he realizes that he has to be the first one to say something this time. He hates himself even more now, hoping Chan won't decide to stop talking to him over this exchange. It was sprung on Wonwoo on a whim; it's not like he had time to prepare for it or anything. He would've rehearsed at least 5 or 6 cool things to say.
Chan giggles, and while Wonwoo can't be sure if it's at his expense or a sign of endearment, he's in love with the sound no matter what.
“Hi, Mr. Sexy Voice. Did I get you all riled up?”
Wonwoo knows that it’s because he has virtually zero flirting skills, but he’s having a hard time understanding how Chan can be so calm and collected right now. Wonwoo feels like he’s seconds away from his heart exploding.
“Yeah, a little bit,” he answers, accidentally biting the tip of his tongue at the end of it, grimacing in pain.
“Just a little bit? What would an omega have to do to rile you up a lot?”
It's a bad question because it holds so much capacity for Wonwoo to say something fucking stupid, which he does even though he doesn't answer the question at all.
“I can't believe you're talking to me right now.”
He’d smack himself in the forehead if he didn’t think Chan would be able to hear it, cursing him for every choice he’s made up to this point in his life. Chan still just giggles like Wonwoo is being especially endearing. Wonwoo doesn’t really get it, but he supposes he shouldn’t question it too much if it means Chan continues wanting to talk to him.
“I can’t really believe it either. You make me so nervous,” Chan admits, his voice going quieter and quieter with each word.
“ I make you nervous? Why?” Wonwoo asks, because everything Chan says is just serving to profoundly confuse him. It doesn’t make sense for someone like Chan — beautiful and cute and confident — to be made nervous by someone like Wonwoo. If Chan could just see him, Wonwoo is sure all of his nerves would be dispelled.
“Is that a joke or something? You’re so smart and you have your life together. You’re a hot, dependable alpha and I’m just an omega on a hookup site disguised as a dating site.”
“Well, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m also on here,” Wonwoo reminds him, if for no other reason than to divert attention from the other part of Chan’s statement.
“And giving me your time… How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one. I have the attention of a sweet, gorgeous omega who talks to me every day,” Wonwoo says, trying not to sound too pathetic, but it really means so much to him. Sure, Wonwoo has appreciated the nudes (and especially the new videos) but even more than that, he appreciates how much Chan just seems to genuinely care for him, asking him about work and his friends and his dog.
He loves Chan’s friendship, and while he would definitely be disappointed if Chan decided this wasn’t working between them anymore, he thinks he’d be okay if Chan would just agree to stay friends. Is it weird to want to stay friends with someone you’ve jerked off for? Is it weird to have a video of your friend riding a giant dildo saved to your hard drive? Maybe, but Wonwoo kinda thinks he’s reached a point of no return when it comes to weirdness.
“I like talking to you… You make me so happy.”
“I wish I could actually see you.”
Wonwoo hates himself before the sentence is even fully spoken, squeezing his eyes shut like it’ll take the words back but it’s too late. Chan gasps a little, says nothing, then takes a deep breath.
“Are you based in Seoul?”
Wonwoo swears his heart stops.
“What?”
“You don’t have to give me any specifics or anything. But, if we’re in the same area, maybe we could meet up somewhere. Only if you want though.”
Oh, Wonwoo wants. He wants so much. He wants to see Chan, all of him, hold him in his arms, and get a decent smell of him (in the most normal way possible).
“Yeah, I’m in Seoul,” Wonwoo chokes out, hoping that Chan hasn’t taken his silence as disinterest. He can hear the sigh of relief that Chan lets out, and he feels a hundred times better because of it.
“Cool! Um, I’ll find a place to meet and you can let me know if it works. Oh my god.”
“Yeah, whoa.”
“I actually have to go right now, but I’ll make sure to do my research and send you that location. In the meantime, keep thinking about me?”
“I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about you at this rate.”
Chan laughs again like it’s a joke, but Wonwoo is very much dead serious. He’s going to have that video on repeat in his head any time he gets off for the rest of his life, probably.
“I’ll think about you, too. Goodnight, Wonwoo.”
And the sweetness of Chan’s voice is enough to have him melting into his chair.
“Goodnight, Channie-ah. Sweet dreams.”
He’s not exactly sure where the casual endearment comes from, but Chan sounds pleased with it nonetheless, giggling again before saying goodbye and ending the call.
As soon as the timer stops and the screen collapses, Wonwoo sighs even bigger and heavier than before, in denial about what has become of his life.
He’s going to meet bbylc99. He’s going to meet Chan and they’re going to fall in love and have sex and get married and live happily ever after. Wonwoo believes that, truly.
After a few minutes of gazing at the wall, thinking about their wedding night and a beautiful man spread out across the sheets, Wonwoo gets a message notification from none other than the man himself.
The message contains a location and a “ this cool? ” message to which Wonwoo replies in the affirmative immediately, not even bothering to look at it and figuring Chan has great taste.
They agree to meet the following Saturday, and Wonwoo is giddy with excitement until something vaguely like dread strikes him in the same place in his brain, crossing all the wires.
Now how the hell am I supposed to explain that I’m not an alpha?
—
It's Wonwoo's fault for starting this whole thing with a lie, but without it, he never would've even had the chance to talk to Chan.
Wonwoo knows that this is an issue (and eventual downfall) of his own creation, that he wanted an omega so bad that he was willing to do anything to get the attention of one, including completely lying about who he is. Now he has to face the consequences of his actions and he's terrified of Chan’s reaction.
What if he can tell just moments after they come face to face? What if Chan never wants to talk to him again and it's all because he lied about his status?
He looks at his own reflection for the 20th time in the past half hour, straightening out his shirt collar again, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame it but ultimately making it even messier than before.
He doesn't have the aura of an alpha.
He was convincing enough through messages and the brief conversation they had, but one look at him and Chan is going to see right through him.
Maybe I should cancel, Wonwoo thinks to himself. I can say something came up at the last minute that I need to take care of.
He walks out of the bathroom and into his room, jiggling his mouse around until his computer screen lights up, immediately showing Chan’s last message, including an attached image.
bbylc99 8:06 pm
aaaaahhhhhhh im so nervous 🫣
but so excited to see you 💗
The photo is a shot of Chan’s outfit for the night, taken in front of a long mirror, his face strategically hidden from view despite the fact that they’re supposed to be seeing each other in less than an hour.
He looks absolutely gorgeous. They’re meeting at a club and Chan’s outfit is perfect for the occasion: ridiculously short shorts that show off his beautiful legs, a tank top that’s exposing just the tiniest bit of his belly, and a velvety choker around the neck that Wonwoo has fantasized about sinking his teeth into.
And so, even though there’s no way he’s getting out of this without being found out — without him coming clean in a bout of tears, more likely — Wonwoo has to see this man, in person with his own eyes. He can’t deny himself the experience even when he knows it’s going to end badly for him.
ajww 8:13 pm
wow
you look amazing
I can’t wait to see you
Wonwoo seals his fate, watching as the little dots dance at the bottom of his screen as Chan takes to responding immediately.
bbylc99 8:14 pm
can i get a sneak peek too? 🥺
Wonwoo figures that no harm can be done in sending a photo at this point in time, though he is a lot less impressed with his own outfit than he was with Chan’s. He snaps a few haphazard photos in the mirror as well, showing even less than Chan did, but he doesn’t have one of those fancy full-length ones.
ajww 8:17 pm
it’s nothing to look at really
He says it because his outfit is standard boring guy wear. He has black slacks and a matching button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It’s nothing special and he actually feels kind of bad for not putting in more of an effort after seeing just how pretty Chan looks.
bbylc99 8:18 pm
holy shit, your shoulders???
ajww 8:18 pm
what what’s wrong with them?
bbylc99 8:19 pm
what’s wrong is that i don’t have my hands on them rn 😣
they’re so big and wide and 🤤🤤🤤
Wonwoo sincerely hopes that Chan isn’t getting the wrong idea about those. They may be wide, but he doubts he’s strong enough to even lift Chan, and having to make an attempt would probably embarrass him to death.
bbylc99 8:19 pm
okay, i’m heading out in a minute. i’ll be at the bar once i get to the club.
come and find me 😉
ajww 8:20 pm
okay, baby
Wonwoo finally caves, downloading the chat site app to his phone. It’s the only way he can communicate with Chan, and if something goes wrong he doesn’t want to be stranded with no way to let Chan know what’s going on. So he forces himself to lose, watching as the loading bar fills up until the app is installed, logging in with his information before heading out of his apartment.
The drive to the club is nerve-wracking, with no amount of music or road sign reading enough to fully distract Wonwoo from what’s about to happen. He's not sure what he should do.
Spend their time at the bar getting to know each other better before finally coming clean about the fact that he's a beta? Or admit to his wrongdoings immediately and hope that Chan still gives him the time of day?
Both options leave his stomach in knots, his heart racing the closer he gets to the club, every street light taunting him in the opposite way they usually do, not giving him a second to think or collect himself before they turn green. When he pulls into a space in the corner of the parking lot, he picks up his phone and sighs at the time.
He’s almost a full 20 minutes early because he had anticipated traffic being so much worse than it was. Chan had told him to come find him at the bar. Would it seem too desperate if he went in now to hang around and wait for him? Maybe he can hide on the sidelines until he sees someone in Chan’s outfit walk in? God, what if all of this is a set up and Chan isn’t coming at all? What if–
Wonwoo’s phone makes a sound that it’s never made before.
When he takes a look at it, there’s a message notification from that cursed app. Wonwoo’s never tapped on a notification faster in his life.
bbylc99 8:44 pm
so lonely here… hope to see you soon 💋
Accompanying the message is another photo, but this one is a plain shot of a drink at the bar, some cute fruity thing with a sugared rim. Wonwoo’s hand flies to his door handle, accidentally jamming his finger into it, but too concerned with getting inside the club to really care about an injury. His instinct to run to the door is halted by his logic, the voice in his head telling him to send a message to Chan first. He takes a deep breath and tries to force himself to stop sweating through his shirt.
ajww 8:45 pm
sweet i just got here actually
heading inside in a sec
He sends it in an effort to seem calm and normal, but the second he stands up his whole body goes jittery like a kid after too much sugar.
His legs threaten to collapse from under him, and he makes it to the front door of the club with nothing more than the sheer will and desire to see a pretty boy.
He isn’t anticipating immediate eye contact.
Wonwoo walks in and looks to the bar with needy eyes and is shocked when he sees someone already looking in his direction. He meets wide eyes that widen even further, lighting up at the mere sight of Wonwoo.
Chan is gorgeous. Even from a distance, he knows this and needs to stop himself, once again, from running over, instead sauntering toward the bar at a perfectly leisurely pace, not looking like an overeager fool.
“It’s you,” he says once he’s in a range where his voice will be heard over the music. It’s only at this moment in time that Wonwoo really even considers the fact that this is not his scene. He would never find a reason, independently, to go to a club, but the second that Chan asked for this to be their meeting place, he said okay. It’s a pretty good indicator of just how far gone he is.
“It’s you ,” Chan gives back, looking him up and down in a way that makes Wonwoo feel thoroughly scrutinized, but not in a bad way, especially when he brings a hand up to Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezes. Wonwoo doesn’t even have time to be self conscious about his lack of muscle definition because Chan is giggling adorably and Wonwoo just feels lucky to be able to hear it in person.
“You’re so much hotter than I even thought you would be, god,” Chan says, letting his hand fall down the length of Wonwoo’s arm. Wonwoo actually spasms when Chan’s fingertips touch his bare skin, and for the first time, Wonwoo realizes that he can’t play off any of his lame social ineptitudes in person when Chan is watching them happen live. Now he just has to live with the knowledge that Chan knows he’s an extremely touch-starved loser.
“You, too,” Wonwoo says. Because the ineptitudes aren’t going to stop anytime soon, apparently. Still, Chan just smiles at him, taking his hand and bringing him back to the bar. Chan’s drink is already nowhere to be seen, and the fact is encouraging to Wonwoo. Maybe Chan was telling the truth when he said he was a little bit nervous tonight, turning to liquid courage to get him through their first meeting.
“Can I get you another drink?” Wonwoo asks, thinking back on all of his romcom movie knowledge to remember what he’s supposed to be doing in this situation and hoping he’s not getting it completely wrong.
“I’d like that,” Chan agrees, as they sit down. Wonwoo attempts to call the bartender, but he thinks Chan is probably the one who gets his attention in the end. Wonwoo’s voice is a little too low for it to carry well, and Chan’s charisma bleeds out of him and into the room beautifully. He doesn’t blame the bartender for paying attention to him instead of Wonwoo, even though Wonwoo’s ‘alpha’ status should probably be giving him a little more pull. He can’t keep his eyes off of Chan either.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks once he’s in front of them, and Chan’s smirk grows in an instant, something that Wonwoo probably should’ve predicted would give him an instant boner, but he didn’t, so now he’s sitting at the bar, caught off guard by his dick filling out in his pants.
“Sex on the beach,” Chan says with barely an ounce of seriousness, very clearly ordering the thing he thinks will trip Wonwoo up the worst, and he was likely spot-on because when it’s time for Wonwoo to say what he wants, he barely manages to choke out the name of the beer that he plans on nursing the entire rest of the night. Alongside several glasses of lemon water because he really doesn’t know what’ll happen to him if he drinks any more than that.
While the bartender is making Chan’s drink, Chan takes the opportunity to look at Wonwoo again; really look at him while he traces a finger back over Wonwoo’s arm.
“You’re so cute.”
Wonwoo isn’t sure how he’s supposed to feel about that. Is cute really something to aim for when he’s still currently masquerading as an alpha? Are alphas cute?
Wonwoo swallows, audibly despite the volume of the music seemingly increasing.
“You’re cuter.” It’s lame. It’s low effort flirting and Chan honestly deserves better, but he still blushes over the roundabout compliment, which further proves that he’s probably too good for Wonwoo. Still, the image of Chan with a pretty blush on his cheeks is one that he’ll be thinking about for a long time, especially with the knowledge that Wonwoo is the one who put it there.
Chan continues looking at Wonwoo before something seems to occur to him.
Then, his gentle fingers are at the sides of Wonwoo’s face and pulling his glasses off.
“Hey, I can’t see,” Wonwoo whines, too pathetic and babyish to be very reminiscent of an alpha, but his eyes are gone. It’s like taking a part of his brain.
“Oh no…” Chan whispers into his ear, teasing, the feel of his breath caressing the shell of Wonwoo’s ear. “I guess you should earn them back. But I wonder how…”
Wonwoo has no clue what’s going on, but he thinks he likes it anyway, willing to go in whatever direction Chan is willing to take this.
“I’ll give them back in exchange for a kiss. Does that sound fair?”
Oh. Wonwoo wasn’t expecting that so early in the night. He thought it might be offered as a goodnight, but now? While they’re at the bar waiting for drinks?
“It doesn’t sound fair. I’ll get my glasses back and a kiss? Sounds like I’ll win twice,” Wonwoo answers. Maybe being blind is helping his flirting game, because he swears that’s the most confident thing he’s said so far.
“Is that so?” Chan asks, louder, clearly having begun to lean in even closer. “Why don’t you do it then?”
The problem is that Wonwoo wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t see, so all of the information he has to go on is Chan’s voice and knowing that he’s probably right in front of Wonwoo. So he carefully reaches his hands out until they’re cupping the sides of Chan’s face, pulling Chan closer until their lips are touching. Wonwoo still closes his eyes, wanting to fully enjoy the feel of lips against his, the lips of the beautiful omega he’s been talking to for months. They’re soft and vaguely sweet-tasting as Wonwoo subtly swipes his tongue across the seam of Chan’s lips.
Even though he never wants to be away from Chan’s mouth now that he’s had it for a few moments, Wonwoo pulls back, refusing to let this moment cross over into indecent territory while they’re very much in public.
Chan doesn’t give in for a few moments, reveling in the fact that Wonwoo can’t see for just a while longer before carefully replacing his glasses and restoring his vision.
With his eyes fully-operational again, Wonwoo has to come to terms with the fact that the bartender finished their drinks some time while they were making out. His entire face flushes red even though the bartender is on the other side now and taking orders from a small group of women. He’s sure bartenders see far worse on a semi-regular basis, but Wonwoo still can’t believe that he just made out with his date at the bar.
Wonwoo would say that it’s like he’s 19 again, but there’s no way he was doing stuff like this at age 19.
“Thanks for the kiss, alpha,” Chan whispers again, grinning at the look on Wonwoo’s face: the look that’s probably equal parts turned on and terrified. Already it feels like lines have been crossed, and Wonwoo feels weird at having made out with someone he’s telling a huge lie to.
You’re awful.
You’re taking advantage of this sweet omega who’s put all of his trust in you.
You’re fucking awful.
Before Wonwoo can decide to dwell on it further, Chan takes a huge gulp of his drink, taking down about half the glass and deciding to drag Wonwoo onto the dance floor. Wonwoo grabs his beer and works extra hard to make sure it doesn’t slosh over the sides, dancing awkwardly with Chan, but dancing nonetheless, because it’s the least Wonwoo can offer right now.
What he should be offering is the truth, but he can’t bring himself to end things quite yet. If he’s only getting one night with Chan he wants it to be full — a night of Chan’s big smiles and cute laughs, coy smirks and eyebrow raises.
Because he’s determined to give Chan everything he wants though, he finishes his beer way earlier than anticipated, nearly chugging it when two minutes later, Chan requests for Wonwoo’s hands to be empty.
“Hold your arms around my waist,” Chan requests with the new song that’s playing, and Wonwoo does so without any thought at all, wrapping his long, awkward arms around Chan and delighting when Chan’s arms wind up behind Wonwoo’s neck, scratching at the short hairs at the base of his head.
It’s easy enough to follow Chan’s lead throughout, moving along to the bass that feels like it’s working its way into Wonwoo’s bloodstream and just looking down into Chan’s eyes that glitter in the flashing lights.
“You make me feel safe,” Chan admits in the middle of the song, somehow locating all of the pressure points in Wonwoo that, when touched upon, make him feel worse and worse about this ruse he’s led. So much so, that he’s seconds away from just saying it.
I’m not an alpha , he imagines his voice.
I lied because I was that desperate for omega attention.
Laugh at me and point it out to other people. I would deserve it.
Slap me and block me and do anything else that’ll make you feel better, please.
“I’m glad I can do that for you,” Wonwoo says instead, tightening his arms the slightest bit, angry at himself for even suggesting the idea of letting Chan go.
Then, Chan turns around, not out of Wonwoo’s reach, just so that Wonwoo is now facing his back. Chan’s hands are on his in the next second, bringing them back to Chan’s hips before reaching one of his own arms back, holding onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and looking back at him. Their faces are close together once again.
“You also make me feel so horny…” Chan says, again to tease, but Wonwoo can see the fire in his eyes. He grinds his hips back and immediately gets Wonwoo’s cock interested in whatever is going on.
“Yeah?” Wonwoo asks, unable to say anything else without choking on his own spit. Chan nods his head, nose grazing against Wonwoo’s jaw in a way that’s so heart-wrenchingly intimate, Wonwoo feels like he could throw up right then and there.
(He doesn’t. Thank god.)
“Grind against me. It’s okay. I know that you’re bigger than this when you’re hard.”
Wonwoo is almost positive that his brain will cease to function after tonight, but he’s not even sure he cares all that much.
He listens and grinds his hips into Chan, his quickly hardening cock rubbing directly into Chan’s insane ass. It’s soft and fat and Wonwoo feels like if he’s not extra careful, he could come right here, on the dance floor with all of these other people he hasn’t paid a second of attention to.
“Channie–”
“Take me out to your car.”
Wonwoo freezes, ending his barely-socially-acceptable dry humping with a start.
“What?”
“Take me out to your car. Please.”
Wonwoo isn't in the position to say okay or to deny him, so he just stands there, still unmoving, staring into Chan’s eyes.
“W-Why? What do you…? What am I supposed to…” Wonwoo can't finish any of his questions. He knows the answers to them, and is terrified of Chan saying any of them aloud. Because of how much he wants it, and how much he knows he can't truly provide what Chan is looking for.
Chan giggles at the way he stumbles around his words, turning back to face him with a smile, devious and wanting.
“I want you to fuck me. I thought it was obvious,” Chan teases, obviously loving the way Wonwoo's whole face goes red, flushing all the way down his neck. “I prepped and everything. I'm so wet for you, alpha.”
If he were an alpha, he should probably be able to smell that. Even through blockers, the blatant arousal is something every alpha in the room is probably picking up on. The thought makes Wonwoo irrationally jealous, and it's the only thing that convinces him that taking Chan out to the car is a good idea.
“Okay. Okay… let's go,” Wonwoo chokes out, taking Chan's hand in his strong grip, all but dragging him out while Chan laughs with the satisfaction of having won.
When they get to Wonwoo's car, Chan doesn't even entertain the idea of getting into the front seat, opening the door to the backseat and immediately pushing Wonwoo in until he's splayed out on his back. Chan climbs in on top of him, closing the door behind him and straddling Wonwoo's hips before leaning down for a kiss.
Chan rubs up against Wonwoo insistently, doing everything he can to get Wonwoo to full hardness, all while licking into his mouth.
Chan's ass is like a dream, grinding against him in a way that makes Wonwoo think back to the video Chan sent, his ass bouncing up and down on a huge cock.
And as much as Wonwoo wants to recreate that right here, that voice in the back of his head is still nagging at him.
He can't do this. And he's honestly ashamed of himself for even letting it go on for this long.
“Chan. Chan,” Wonwoo tries getting his attention through all of the kisses, through Chan's lips and tongue desperately trying to shut him up.
“Take this off,” Chan ignores him, instead tugging at the collar of Wonwoo's shirt, now hopelessly wrinkled after just a couple minutes of fumbling around in the backseat.
“I have to say something.”
That finally seems to get through to Chan, stopping his movement and forcing him to look Wonwoo in the eye again. Wonwoo feels his leg start to cramp from the position they’re in, but he ignores it in favor of keeping the attention on what’s important.
“What is it?” Chan asks with big, wide eyes, and suddenly, the guilt washes over Wonwoo like a wave of boiling hot water splashing into every inch of his skin.
Wonwoo takes a deep breath, but he only gets about half a lungful in, Chan still crushing half of his body. He shakes a little, closing his eyes to shield himself from the inevitable disappointment that he doesn’t think he can bear to see.
“I lied to you.”
The air is so still, like the car is encapsulated in a thick layer of cotton. Neither of them are breathing, and when Wonwoo finally musters up the courage to open his eyes, Chan looks scared. Like, actually scared, and Wonwoo didn’t want it to come to this, but Chan just didn’t give him a chance to get a word in. He knows that isn’t really an excuse; he had plenty of time to address this before they met in person, but he just couldn’t help himself. He wanted a chance.
Now he’s watching that chance wither away into nothing.
“You lied to me,” Chan says. It’s notably not a question, but a restatement of Wonwoo’s own words, level and calm despite the fear in his eyes. Wonwoo hates himself for doing that to him.
“I’m not an alpha.”
He says it to (hopefully) get rid of the fear, but it feels like punching himself in the face. He knows that there are a million worse things that he could’ve said in hindsight, but at this moment, this feels like the worst he could possibly do.
Chan’s face hasn’t changed though. The concern hasn’t escalated in any way, but it also hasn’t gone away. Instead, some confusion seems to be added to the mix.
“You’re not…” Chan trails off. He is notably still in Wonwoo’s lap, his ass still up against Wonwoo’s dick.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to go on for as long as it did. When I started getting to know you I wanted to come clean so badly, but I just… thought you would want nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t….” Wonwoo can’t finish his sentence. Nothing he could say could fix this, so he’s not going to scramble for the words. He has nothing to offer, and he deserves to flounder in the consequences.
“You’re not an alpha,” Chan repeats again, only this time, there’s relief coloring his voice, letting out a big sigh as he collapses into Wonwoo, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Thank god.”
Wonwoo’s eyes widen.
“ Thank god ?” Wonwoo asks in confusion, now feeling like he’s the one with too little information.
“Do you have any idea what I went through to prepare for tonight? I currently have a butt plug that’s holding lube in my ass, and you’re not an alpha.”
And Wonwoo only grows more confused. Plug? Lube? What does that have to do with anything?
“I guess we should reintroduce ourselves,” Chan says, with Wonwoo’s brain still left in the dust. “Hello, Mr. Not An Alpha. I’m Mr. Not An Omega.”
While Chan says it with confidence, blase and casual, Wonwoo can tell that he’s flustered. It’s only after a few moments of sitting and staring blankly at Chan that the words finally hit Wonwoo in the reality of what they mean.
“Not an omega?” Wonwoo asks for clarification, but also just to voice the disbelief he’s feeling. How is that even possible? Wonwoo looks at Chan and sees the pure embodiment of an omega. There’s no way he could be anything but.
“100% beta, baby,” Chan says, again, going for confident and unbothered, but more and more of his embarrassment is starting to come through, the tone of his voice shifting through several different emotions in just a couple seconds.
“Me too!” Wonwoo says, far too loud and excited for their proximity, but he never thought he’d be more relieved to know he’s also been lied to for months straight.
“Probably not the greatest start to a relationship. A huge mutual lie.”
Is Chan coming in as a voice of reason in an otherwise completely ridiculous time? Sure. But Wonwoo doesn’t exactly want to think about reason right now. He was so sure that this situation was irredeemable for him, but now he feels like he could still have a chance. Even just one would make Wonwoo the happiest man on the planet.
“It’s okay, seriously. As long as it’s okay with you,” Wonwoo practically begs, forcing his excitement down especially when it starts manifesting in the return of his boner.
“Didn’t you do all of this because you were looking for an omega?” Chan asks, sounding dejected even when Wonwoo could just as easily flip that back on him. You wanted an alpha, right?
He doesn’t do that though.
“I want you . I want you so bad. I just couldn’t keep going with you believing I was something I’m not. Please.”
Wonwoo doesn’t know what he’s begging for at this point — a chance, a kiss, sex, all of the above? He never imagined himself getting to this point, and he really didn’t imagine it all playing out like this, but now that he’s here, he can’t imagine not having Chan.
He tightens his grip on Chan’s hips, but lets go quickly, making sure to let him know there’s definitely a choice to be made.
Chan grinds down on him again, eliciting the most embarrassing moan Wonwoo’s ever made in his entire life, but the sound pleases Chan if the smile on his face has anything to say about it.
“You were such a convincing alpha,” he whispers, close to Wonwoo’s ear once again, enjoying the taboo of the situation, perhaps a little too much.
“Convincing? Everything I did made me second guess myself. I always came across so stupid,” Wonwoo counters, unwilling to accept the compliment when he has clear, distinct recollections of some of the things he’d sent to Chan over the weeks they’ve known each other, and only a handful of them don’t make him cringe.
“You came across as caring and sweet,” Chan admonishes him. “And so so hot… I couldn’t stop watching that video of you jerking off… listening to you moan my name… imagining what it would be like with you on top of me, fucking me harder and harder, unable to stop.”
“Channie-ah…”
“I prepped for this. So you can have your moral dilemma breakdown about everything, but I need your cock inside me. I’m so horny I feel like I could die.”
Wonwoo nods. He nods to everything, salivating once Chan gets up as much as he can in the still incredibly cramped backseat, sliding his shorts and underwear off in seconds before undoing Wonwoo’s belt, pulling down his pants just enough to get his cock out.
“I’m so sorry if your seats are ruined after this. I really went overboard with the lube because I needed you to believe I was producing slick,” Chan shares like it’s nothing.
It’s definitely not nothing.
“Wait, so you were just going to let me continue believing you’re an omega? You weren’t going to tell the truth at any point?”
Chan has the mind to look guilty about that, but mostly he pouts his way back into Wonwoo’s heart, making eye contact as he slowly works the plug out of his ass.
“I’m hornyyyy… I haven’t hooked up with anyone since we started talking, so forgive me for thinking with my unpounded prostate instead of my brain. You weren’t far behind me, mister,” Chan says, jabbing his finger into Wonwoo’s chest.
“Why haven’t you hooked up with anyone?” Wonwoo asks, purely to see that pretty blush again, blooming over Chan’s cheeks and spreading outward at a rapid rate.
Then, without warning, Chan is sliding down Wonwoo’s cock in one slick movement, the glide wet and warm and oh god.
“Ahh…! It’s bigger than I thought, give me a second,” Chan begs, out of breath with his sticky hands on Wonwoo’s chest, rubbing lube into his only nice shirt. Wonwoo can barely find the will to care though, squeezing Chan’s hips even harder than before, grateful for the awkward positioning of his body and the way it prohibits him from thrusting up into Chan.
Chan who is currently leaking so much warm lube down onto Wonwoo, and Wonwoo can’t think straight with all of the stimuli hitting him at once: the sight, the feel, the smell. The feel, he thinks a second time as Chan squeezes around his cock. Wonwoo retaliates by moving his hands to Chan’s ass, playing with the soft cheeks until Chan finally starts moving.
“It’s so good. You’re so good,” Chan moans breathily as he begins bouncing, somehow immediately pinpointing the things Wonwoo likes to hear most.
The movement of the car finally reminds Wonwoo of where they are, fucking in his backseat in a club parking lot. Where anyone could see them. Normally, it’s the kind of thought that would have Wonwoo… unable to perform. With Chan, however, the idea of someone walking up, noticing the rocking of the car, peering in and catching Chan riding his cock like he was made for it… It just makes him feel even more horny.
“You too, baby,” Wonwoo stutters out, wrapping his arms up and around Chan’s shoulders and pulling him closer, until their chests touch. Chan breathes into Wonwoo’s mouth, not quite kissing him, but sharing the exact same space, the exact same air, while he moans again, moving his hips faster and more desperate.
“So good, alpha. Your cock is so good.”
Wonwoo can’t explain what those words do to him. It makes no sense and he honestly doesn’t want to think about it too hard. What he does want is to really pound into Chan like he deserves, to prove he really is the good alpha Chan thinks he is.
So even though maneuvering their positions is borderline impossible, Wonwoo finds a way to do it, folding up his own limbs as small as he possibly can, anything to get Chan on his back. When it’s done, and Wonwoo is hovering over him, it’s like something breaks in Wonwoo’s brain.
He pounces on Chan, diving down and covering his neck in kisses that quickly devolve into hickies and bite marks that frame his pretty black choker.
“Alpha!” Chan cries out at a particularly hard bite, wrapping his legs around Wonwoo and pulling him in until the head of his cock is back at Chan’s hole, threatening to push in.
He does so in a second flat, and everything after that is like a blur of pleasure, Wonwoo pounding away despite his lower back protesting the movement after only a few seconds. It’s too good to stop.
“Such a pretty omega,” Wonwoo says through his thrusts, running a hand through Chan’s hair and nearly crying at the way his face screws up when he comes. Wonwoo stops for a second, just long enough for Chan to pinch him.
“Keep going. Come inside me. Knot me and breed me, alpha.”
It (unsurprisingly) takes a very short amount of time after that for Wonwoo to come, adding to the wetness leaking out of Chan in a way that’s gross and hot at the same time.
“That was…”
“God, I need to fuck you in my bed. I need to see you on your knees, and– and–”
“Okay, alpha. Calm down,” Chan says with a giggle, far too composed after the best orgasm of Wonwoo’s life. It only further proves his own words.
“We need to get out of here. Put these on,” Wonwoo says, picking up Chan’s shorts from the floor of the car, well aware of the fact that he sounds desperate as hell, and not really caring about it.
“Okay, okay,” Chan continues giggling, getting louder when he sees the way Wonwoo struggles to walk when he gets out of the car to slide into the driver’s seat. Once he’s dressed, Chan gets situated in the passenger’s side, Wonwoo laying one of his jackets down just to mitigate any further mess, which has Chan blushing bright and hot.
Wonwoo starts driving back to his place, still in a state of disbelief, feeling like he might be in love with the man sitting next to him, even though that’s crazy.
“If I win, I get to choose the position once we’re in your bed,” Chan declares with no explanation.
“If you win?” Wonwoo asks, accelerating at the green light.
Chan unbuttons Wonwoo’s pants again, pulling them down and immediately following the movement with his mouth.
“ Oh ,” is all Wonwoo can (stupidly) say.
He lets Chan win.