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One of Park Jongsu’s greatest qualities is his intense, proactive, determined go-getter mentality. In fact, he recalls that it's one of the contributing factors to his current success. Once he sets a goal in his mind, he wants to achieve it… and so he does.
Last year, when he released his Luxury Tape, he was met with lots of love and support - as a thank you, he went live. A fan asked him to perform in their university's festival. Jongsu couldn’t get that out of his mind, because, simply put, he’d fucking ace it.
So, as a result, he spent about a month nagging the KC staff to add him to as many university performances as possible.
Jongsu got his wish. (And much more that he signed up for.)
Almost the entirety of the month of May held a scheduled performance. He can recall the reaction of the fans when the KC schedule dropped a few days ago.
[6.6k rts, 10k likes, 800 saves] Now I'm going crazy??
[555 rts, 1k likes, 26 saves] Once this schedule ends, he’ll become “NowI’mOldAndTired”
[13 rts, 200 likes, 2 saves] NowImIdol
[2 rts, 55 likes, 1 save] Tighter schedule than my favorite group, I’m jealous.
[20 rts, 50 likes, 0 saves] How rich are you planning to become?
[0 rts, 37 likes, 1 save] Ah, Ahh, Ahhh, Ahhhh (this is the sound of money piling up in Namyoung’s bank account)
Being this busy wouldn’t be a problem for Jongsu, but, last year he also met the most infatuating omega which he later managed to make his. And said omega’s heat happened to align with his performances.
Having to leave a whining Donghoon in his nest was probably one of the hardest things he’s ever done in his life.
Now he’s in the car, rethinking his life’s decisions, as he tries to coax Donghoon (who is currently cussing him out via KaKaoTalk) into behaving. Realistically speaking, Jongsu knows Donghoon is not going to calm down until he has Jongsu where he wants him.
“Dude, what is up with you? Your scent scared off half the staff,” Kim Haon snaps him out of his thoughts.
Jongsu sighs, “Donghoon’s heat is starting soon,”
“Oh, shit-”
“Tell me about it,” Jongsu leans back and runs a hand through his hair anxiously, starts to play with the rings in his fingers as a distraction since his gums are starting to ache at the thought of his younger boyfriend being all alone for his heat. He can feel his scent spike even more.
“Jongsu-yah, calm down. ” Haon remarks, “Just go out there, perform and dip. Fuck, order a taxi or something and don’t wait for the rest of us.”
Jongsu nods, “I need to get there as fast as possible-” and before he can finish his sentence, his phone lights up with an incoming call from Donghoon.
Haon says, “Yeah, I’ll leave you to it,” and Jongsu is now in the car by himself.
When Jongsu picks up the phone call he is met by a sob that pierces through his heart.
“Baby,” He inhales, “How are you feeling?”
“Hyung,” His omega mewls, desperately, “It hurts, it’s so hot.”
“I know,” Jongsu soothes, “I know. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
Despite everything, hearing Donghoon’s voice eases Jongsu’s alpha instincts- that have been acting up throughout the entire car ride, actually, throughout all the time he’s been apart from his omega.
“I’ve never felt it so intense before! It’s your fault, you bastard,” Donghoon spits out, the alpha can already imagine the pout in his lip as the younger cusses him out. “And you’re not even here! It’s your fault and you’re not even here to make up for it!”
“Hmm, I’m sorry,” He mumbles gently, trying to conceal his amusement - who knew being cursed off by a drop-dead gorgeous boy could be so hot?
“Are you laughing? Is this fucking funny to you, you fucking idiot?!”
“Donghoon-ah,” Jongsu’s smile widens, “Hyung will make up for it, okay?”
“Whatever.” Donghoon manages to get out before he wails tenderly. “Just.. get here soon.”
“Oh, my poor baby, can’t even talk back to me properly,” Jongsu teases slightly.
His omega sobs again, “Hyung.”
“Hmm?”
Jongsu hears Donghoon move around and shift in his nest, “I think it’s starting soon, probably later tonight.”
“Do you have water with you? Have you eaten? Have you-”
Sulky, Donghoon grumbles, “Yes, I have everything except you.”
Fuck. Hearing those words almost felt like a punch to Jongsu’s gut, feeling apologetic and helpless, “You know I’d do anything to be there with you, princess.”
“I know,” He hears Donghoon shuffle again. “Ugh, the scent on your hoodie is wearing off. I don’t like the nest like this,”
Donghoon’s ability to change Jongsu’s mood should be studied because he chuckles at the younger boys’ cuteness , “Go get another one, I left you plenty.”
“Don’t feel like getting up,” He complains, “Everything hurts.”
“Baby, let me see you.”
“But hyung, I’m-”
Jongsu switches the call to the video mode and turns on his camera. “Let me see you, princess,”
Donghoon complies a few seconds later, and Jongsu is left in awe at how pretty his omega actually is. The flush on his cheeks is so red and his lips are so pouty and moist, his doe eyes are wide and glassy, he is holding onto a pillow and looking at him with a sullen expression.
“There you are, pretty,” Jongsu gushes, “Hey.”
“Hyung” He stares, “You look prettier. You’re a lot more put together than me, right now…”
Jongsu rolls his eyes and laughs.
“Hyung… I’m-” Donghoon whimpers, “Ah,”
“Fuck, is it starting?” Jongsu asks, concerned.
Donghoon hesitates, “Uh, no,”
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
Embarrassed, Donghoon stutters to say, “I saw you…And now I’m- I’m.. wet.”
“Fuck,” Jongsu tries to mantain a normal tone, feeling a rush of heat of his own reaching down his core. “Show me,”
Stunned, Donghoon doesn’t remember how to operate properly, his eyes widen and he hides his face in the pillow at the request- feeling bashful. “No, you have to see it in person.”
“Don’t tease, Donghoon-ah.”
Before they can continue their almost-phone-sex, he hears Haon tap against the window, signaling him to get out. Jongsu actually grunts. “Sorry baby, they’re calling me, I have to go,”
Donghoon peeks out of the pillow and puffs out his cheek, pout still very present, “You always leave me like this,”
“I’ll make it up to you, princess.” Jongsu apologizes, “I promise,”
Donghoon doesn’t say a thing. He hangs up.
That brat.
gege,16:56
I’ll see you as soon as possible
I’m sorry
Tell me how you’re holding up
baobei, 17:03
Hurts
gege, 17:35
Done getting ready
Got mic set up
baobei, 17:51
Hurts more now TT
gege, 17:52
You’re doing great
Promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home
About to do dry rehearsal
baobei, 18:44
Hot
Hurts
Miss you
gege, 18:49
I miss you more, princess
Camera test also done
Stage starts in an hour
I’ll be back before you know it
baobei, 19:30
Good luck hyung
When Jongsu is done with his set, he practically runs to the back. He bows to the staff and thanks the organizers, mingling as fast as possible without coming off as rude. He still feels the buzz of the crowd ringing in his ears.
Coming back as a performer to the university that he got kicked out of was definitely something.
When he tries to find his ride, he encounters a few fans waiting for him outside - he tries to sign their CDs, shirts and photocards swiftly, talking less, without losing too much time.
When he hurries into the car, he hears a few conversations, “Was oppa on the edge?” and “His alpha is so agitated, I can feel it from here… Woah, this is my first time seeing oppa like this…”
gege, 21:08
On my way home
baobei, 21:23
Hurry
gege, 21:42
Almost there
Are you still craving those snacks?
Want me to get them for you?
baobei, 21:42
No!!!
I just need you
Despite Donghoon’s protest, he still went to get him a meal and his favorite fruits and snacks, the convenience store was near his house anyways, besides - the omega has been pestering him with his pre-heat cravings for a few days now and he just couldn’t help but bring him all he yearned for.
Jongsu checks his phone after he’s got everything.
baobei, 21:43
Fucjk,, i think tis hree
Shit.
[incoming call from gege], 21:58
[incoming call from gege], 21:59
[incoming call from gege], 22:00
[incoming call from gege], 22:01
[incoming call from gege], 22:02
“Pick up the phone, Donghoon-ah,” Jongsu urges as he briskly walks to his house, voice full of concern after the younger doesn’t pick up the tenth phone call.
He skips the elevator since it's taking too long to arrive, and goes for the stairs. He uses his long legs to climb faster, by the time he gets to the door, he punches the code so hard that it fails him two times before letting him inside.
Immediately upon arrival he is taken back by the silence.
Fuck.
“Donghoon-ah?” He asks as he walks to his room, when he opens the door, he sees that the nest is undone and his mind actually goes blank. His heart starts to beat against his chest heavily.
Where is he?
Before Jongsu can process anything he feels a familiar body press up against him from behind. Donghoon whines, “Hyung, what took you so long?”
Jongsu sighs in relief.
Donghoon is fine, he is safe.
“Fuck,” He turns around and grabs Donghoon by the waist, he immediately notices upon first contact that despite having dripping wet hair - his temperature is still very high.
Donghoon flinches slightly when he looks up, his eyes glassy and blurry, he’s almost out of it- “Are you angry with me, alpha? Why are your eyes red?”
“What? No, I’m not- No, baby, I’m sorry.” Jongsu kisses his temple, “Just got worried when I couldn't find you. I was blowing up your phone and couldn’t reach you too,”
Jongsu pulls him even closer, both hands holding tightly on his waist - grip so strong it’ll probably be leaving a bruise. He dips his head and starts to scent Donghoon on his neck, reassuring him with each soft brush that he’s not upset.
Donghoon purrs happily, he finally has what he’s been craving for all day long, blissfully enjoying being claimed by Jongsu. Absentmindedly, he slurs, “I left my phone here, I took a cold shower but I’m still feeling hot… and dizzy. Everything was irritating me, I even took down my nest.”
“Poor thing,” Jongsu coos, his lips slightly pressing against Donghoon’s neck with each syllable, “But I promised I’d make you feel better, right?”
“Hyung,” He sobs.
Jongsu can smell the slick running down his thighs. Fuck.
“You caused this.. so take responsibility…” Donghoon gasped, every shift or slight movement Jongsu makes causing the younger to pant involuntarily, blood flowing, whole body throbbing as he gets wetter and wetter.
When Jongsu lets go of his waist, Donghoon gets ready to protest but he’s caught off guard by how the older visibly breaks, practically growling as he forces Donghoon onto the bed, wasting no time in roughly connecting their lips.