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“Do you think Jisung’s been acting a little strange lately?”

Minho peels his eyes away from the glass window of the recording booth and glances at his group member sitting next to him curiously.

“Strange how?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at Chan as he reaches for his iced Americano, taking a sip of the bitter coffee out of the corner of his mouth.

The blonde just shrugs and leans back in his chair with a pensive expression on his face. “I dunno, like more fidgety. Restless.”

Han Jisung? Restless?

Minho purses his lips together and turns back to the recording booth where Jisung is currently going through his lines again. His eyes linger on the younger as he considers Chan’s statement. He doesn’t remember noticing anything particularly strange or restless about Jisung recently, but they’ve been so busy preparing for their new album that they’ve barely been home all week. Is Chan seeing something about his roommate that he’s not?

A small movement catches Minho’s attention out of the corner of his eye and he glances down to where Jisung’s fingers twitch at his side in a way that seems almost unconscious.

“You don’t think he’s getting anxious again, do you?” Minho asks, worrying at his lower lip as he’s reminded of an unpleasant time in their past. It’s not something that he particularly wants to revisit. None of them do.

Jisung’s fingers are starting to get erratic now―tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

“That, or something else,” Chan says, following Minho’s gaze to the window. “Something a little more … biological, if you know what I mean.”

It takes a moment for it to click in Minho’s brain―what Chan’s referring to. He probably wouldn’t have gotten it if the alpha hadn’t worded it so particularly, but it’s always been the elephant in the room when it comes to Jisung’s … biology.

Minho’s eyes slowly widen in disbelief. “You think he’s presenting?” he asks incredulously, like the idea itself is too farfetched.

That’s because it is.

Even to the public, it’s no secret that Jisung is the only member of their group who hasn’t presented yet. The only Stray Kid without a secondary gender. They’ve taken him to multiple specialists over the years at his own request, but his results always come back exceedingly normal.

Sometimes it just doesn’t happen, the doctors told them after several rounds of testing. It’s extremely rare, but not everyone has a subgender. At least it doesn’t affect his ability to mate.

And yeah, it doesn’t―Jisung has twenty-eight perfectly functioning teeth, ready for biting―but Minho can tell that it still bothers him sometimes, even though they’ve all spent the last five years trying to convince him that he’s one-hundred percent perfect the way he is. The last thing Minho wants to do is get the poor kid’s hopes up just because he seems a little … twitchier than usual.

Minho rolls his eyes. “He’s almost twenty-six, hyung. There’s no way,” he says, placing his iced Americano back on the desk in a ring of condensation. “If he was going to present, he would’ve done so by now―not five and a half years later.”

“Better late than never, right?” Chan shrugs with a meek grin, seemingly dead set on his hypothesis. “Just keep an eye on him for me, okay? See if you notice anything suspicious.”

Minho studies their leader’s face for a moment, still not entirely convinced. Then the sound of Jisung cursing into the microphone pulls their attention back to the recording booth. The younger turns to them with a sheepish smile on his face, sliding his headphones off to let them rest around his neck.

“Sorry, can I do that one over again?” Jisung asks, bowing at the staff behind them in apology.

Minho can feel Chan’s knowing eyes on the side of his head before the alpha leans forward to speak into the microphone.

“Sure, why don’t you start from the second verse?” Chan says. His finger slides off the button before he turns to stare at Minho. “That’s his third try.”

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Minho has always loved teasing Jisung. He’s just so easy to rile up, always so expressive in his reactions―like a cartoon character, their fans often say. Whether Jisung is pouting at Minho with his plump lower lip, whining dramatically, or blinking up at him with those big sparkly doe eyes of his, Minho loves it all. He loves every exaggerated expression he can pull out of the younger man. Jisung is his best friend, after all; his soulmate.

It doesn’t actually mean anything when Minho teases him like this, poking at the bare skin underneath his shirt, or squeezing his rapidly-growing muscles now that the younger spends way too much time at the gym. And it doesn’t mean anything when he slaps his ass on stage, or pretends to kiss him, lips puckered and waiting. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

And yet it does, because he and Jisung have been toeing the line of friendship ever since they debuted.

Minho doesn’t know if he would necessarily call it love―at least, not in the romantic sense―but it’s certainly close. Something delicate and beautiful borne from years of tight-knit friendship, of soulmatism, that can only be described by the way Minho’s eyes light up whenever Jisung enters a room; the way they linger on Jisung just a tad bit longer than they do on anyone else, and vice versa.

Except now, Minho’s eyes linger on Jisung even more than they did before. Ever since Chan put the idea of Jisung presenting into his head the other day, Minho hasn’t been able to stop watching his every move. He’s constantly staring at the younger man, wondering what it could mean for his subgender and presentation.

If―and that’s a huge if―Chan is right and Jisung is presenting soon, what would he even present as? An alpha? Beta? Omega? To be honest, Minho doesn’t even know which would suit him best.

It had been obvious to them when Chan presented. Everyone knew that their selfless leader would become an alpha, no one even bothered questioning it. Minho was perhaps a little less obvious, but it still made sense to everyone. He loved taking care of the younger kids and being a peacemaker in their group―the unofficial bestower of wisdom whenever Chan wasn’t around to keep them in check.

Changbin was another obvious one―an alpha, of course―and Hyunjin and Felix both being omegas also made sense, especially when their little dance trio got coined ‘omegaracha’. Seungmin being the only beta in Stray Kids hadn’t really been a surprise to anyone, and Jeongin quickly grew into his alpha traits despite being the baby of the group.

But Jisung?

Minho presses his lips together thoughtfully as he watches Jisung play with Felix over by the vending machines at the other end of the hallway, his lower lip jutting out as he begs the blonde to buy him a drink. Felix squeezes his arm in retaliation, and Jisung lets out a sharp cry, face twisting into something comically wounded.

Instinct would tell Minho that Jisung is meant to be an omega, but he doesn’t want to go off of stereotypes alone. That would be like putting his own wolf into a box―confining himself to be ‘submissive and gentle’ like he’s ‘supposed to’ be as an omega. But there’s nothing stereotypical about Minho or his group mates when it comes to their subgender.

Could Jisung be an alpha, then?

Minho worries at his lower lip as the thought crosses his mind, blunt teeth sinking into pale pink flesh.

Or maybe a beta, like Seungmin. That would definitely make sense, given his late presentation …

The omega withdraws his teeth from his lip when it starts to hurt, wincing as his skin throbs from the pressure. The makeup noonas will probably yell at him when he gets back to the dressing room, scolding Minho ruining his lip balm before they go on stage, but he still has twenty minutes until then.

For now, Minho decides to finally come out of his hiding spot and makes his way over to the vending machines, bluntly announcing his presence by poking Jisung hard in the back. It gives him exactly the reaction he’s looking for as the younger yelps loudly before spinning around to stare at him with wide eyes.

“Hyuuuuung,” Jisung whines, blinking at Minho innocently with that signature pout of his. Dangerous. “Lixie won’t buy me the melon soda that I want. Can you buy it for me, please?”

Minho chuckles lightly to shake off the weird feeling creeping into his ribcage. He’s already reaching for his back pocket as he says, “Yah, buy it yourself! Where’s your wallet?”

“I left it in the changing room with the rest of my things. Please hyung, please? Please, my pretty linoring?”

Minho doesn’t even stand a chance. He quickly pulls out his card and taps it against the machine, trying to hide how smug he feels as Jisung cheers and presses the button for melon soda. He pointedly ignores the knowing look Felix sends his way.

“We should probably get back before manager-nim comes looking for us,” the blonde says, crossing his arms over his chest as he continues silently judging Minho like the perceptive little shit he is. “It’s almost time for us to go on stage.”

Minho nods dumbly, watching as Jisung cracks open his soda before taking a sip. Distracted by the pretty curve of his neck, he gives in to the voices in his head and reaches out to poke the younger’s Adam’s apple.

“Hyung!” Jisung splutters, nearly choking on his soda as he pulls the can away to give Minho an affronted look. Then he turns to Felix and says, “Just lemme finish this drink and then we can go back, okay?” He doesn’t seem too affected, already used to his hyung’s shenanigans.

Felix rolls his eyes and nods, giving Jisung the go-ahead to start chugging, which he immediately does. And Minho can’t help but give in to the temptation as he reaches out and pokes his friend again, right in the same spot.

“Hyung, seriously?” Jisung whines. “I need to finish this before we leave.”

Minho doesn’t care if they go on soon. It’s all a game to him.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Because Minho has always loved pulling these kinds of reactions out of the younger, and he loves the way it makes his chest feel all funny inside―so he does it again, knowing that Jisung will give him the response he so desperately craves.

Only this time, he doesn’t.

“Hyung, stop!”

As soon as the words leave Jisung’s mouth, Minho instinctively freezes, glued to the spot as the younger’s rigid voice curls all the way down his spine. Stern, demanding, in a way that he’s never heard Jisung speak before. Minho couldn’t even move right now if he wanted to; couldn’t poke at him again if he tried.

And that’s when it hits him.

An alpha.

Jisung is going to present as an alpha.

Jisung may not know it yet, but Minho’s omega certainly does. He can feel it deep in his heart, in the way his entire body is screaming at him to submit to the younger’s command―to his alpha voice. It doesn’t make any sense, but at the same time, it does. Kind, gentle Jisung―who has already fought through so much and is so unashamedly his own person―is going to be an alpha.

The realization shocks Minho to his core.

He didn’t want to believe Chan at first, didn’t want to get his hopes up over a mere hunch, but it’s getting harder to deny the truth. Jisung is presenting―and he’s presenting soon. Minho can feel it in his gut, like some kind of unspoken connection between their wolves.

Between alpha and omega.

He has no idea how to feel about it.

Up until now, his friendship with Jisung has always been so predictable. Safe, easy, comfortable, even. What if all of that changes after he presents? What if he can’t tease the younger like he used to? Or even worse―what if Minho can no longer ignore the undeniable pull he feels towards his best friend?

Still frozen in place, Minho struggles to process this information as he watches the younger finish off the rest of his soda before crushing the can and tossing it into the trash. Jisung wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand before turning to Minho with a wide smile, teeth looking sharper than usual.

“Alright, hyung, let’s go!”

🌙

Minho remembers when their leader first presented as an alpha. Though Chan was a year older, his presentation actually came after Minho’s (eight months after, to be exact―but who’s counting?). Being the sole presented omega of the group, it only made sense that Minho would offer to help the alpha through his first rut. Chan had already given him so much throughout the years, and Minho wanted to return the favor―as a friend, of course.

He’d never been with an alpha before, so Minho was fully unprepared for the raw hunger and aggression that his hyung displayed during those five days. It was like Chan had been possessed by some kind of rabid animal, his mind flooded with nothing other than the urge to bite, and fuck, and breed. Every time Minho thought they were getting close to the end of his rut, the alpha would flip him over and bully his way back inside, forcing Minho to take his knot over and over again until he was crying from overstimulation.

Apparently, he’s calmed down a lot since then (something about first ruts always being the worst―he apologized to Minho profusely afterwards), but still; those five days were absolutely brutal.

Will Jisung be like that when he presents?

Minho can’t even picture it.

Jisung has always been so sweet on him, so doting and kind. Easy to tease. He doesn’t think he wants Jisung to be like that; doesn’t want to imagine him frothing at the mouth and untamable like Chan was during his first rut.

But then Minho is hit with an even more important question; one that tugs at his heartstrings and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

If Jisung presents as an alpha and goes into rut … would he even want Minho to help him? And what would that mean for their friendship?

Minho has no idea.

🌙

Minho texts Chan one day while Jisung is out shopping with Felix.

Minho
> Hey
> Do you still have the stuff you used for your presentation?

Channie-hyung 🐺
> Probably in the back of my closet
> Was there something you needed?
> Is it for Jisung?

Minho
> Just bring me whatever you can find
> And yeah, it’s for Jisung
> I just wanna be prepared in case he needs anything

Channie-hyung 🐺
> I can be there in an hour

True to his word, Chan shows up at their apartment an hour later and hands Minho a large cardboard box. Minho immediately brings it to the living room and starts sorting through everything, wanting to make sure that he has enough time to hide it all before Jisung comes home. It’s mostly pheromone sprays and slick replacements with a few sex toys here and there (that are hopefully clean), but then Minho comes across a bundle of leather that instantly makes him pause.

“A muzzle?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at the older skeptically as he pulls the equipment out of the box. “You really think Jisung is going to need this?”

He tries to imagine Jisung all crazy-eyed and rabid with a muzzle over his mouth and immediately shakes his head.

Minho has only spent a rut with their other alpha members a handful of times since their leader’s presentation, and while they’ve all been fairly aggressive, he’s never had to muzzle any of them. Not even Chan. He can’t picture Jisung being that far gone. There’s just no way.

But then Minho remembers the other day at the vending machine before their Music Bank performance, and a shiver runs down his spine. Jisung hasn’t even presented yet, and his alpha voice already had such a strong effect on Minho’s omega. He supposes anything could be possible at this point.

Chan just shrugs at him. “You told me to bring everything I could find.”

He did say that, didn’t he?

Minho tosses the muzzle back inside along with everything else. “You’re right, I’ll just keep the whole thing,” he says, folding the lid over the box. After all, it couldn’t hurt to be over-prepared.

Even if Jisung doesn’t want his help.

As Chan gets ready to leave, he lingers on Minho’s doorstep for a few moments, face pinched like he’s debating something in his head. Then he turns to Minho and says, “So you think he’s going to be an alpha, then.”

It’s more of a statement than a question.

Minho nods reluctantly, one hand still on the doorknob as he stares down at the floor. “I can feel it,” he says. He brings his lower lip into his mouth, and then corrects himself. “My omega can feel it.”

Chan presses his lips together and nods like it makes sense. He shoves his hands into his pockets and gives Minho one last request before he goes.

“Take care of him then, yeah?”

The statement continues to ring in Minho’s ears long after he shuts the door, haunting him as he carries the box of rut supplies all the way to his closet.

🌙

“Hyung, can I ask you a question?”

Minho looks away from the TV, settling his gaze on the man cuddled up next to him. He tilts his head to the side and presses himself further into the couch―which, consequently, presses him further into Jisung.

“Sure, what is it, jagi?” he asks, curious to know what’s on his mind.

Jisung’s eyes are currently glued to his phone as he doom scrolls, his face lit up by the warmth of his screen. Minho can’t help but think about how pretty he looks like this as he traces the curve of his nose down to his naturally pouty lips.

“Do you ever think about what I would have presented as?” Jisung asks bluntly, sparing Minho a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. “You know, if I wasn’t broken?”

It’s been a while since the younger has spiraled down this line of thought, so it catches Minho a little off guard. He frowns and reaches over to place a reassuring hand on his knee.

“You’re not broken, Jisungie, we’ve told you this so many tim―”

“I know, I know,” the younger says, waving him off. “Just humor me. What do you think―alpha, beta, or omega?”

Minho glances down at Jisung’s phone and sees that he’s on Twitter, which is probably where he got the idea from in the first place. He’s fully aware that a lot of netizens like to speculate about Jisung’s subgender despite their constant efforts at silencing any negative hate about his lack of presentation.

“The fans seem to think I’d be an omega like you are,” Jisung continues, confirming his suspicions. “They said I look very ‘submissive and breedable’.” He chuckles lightheartedly and turns to Minho with wide eyes, as if to test out the theory. “What do you think, hyung? Do I give off cute omega vibes?”

Minho blinks at the younger wordlessly, fighting the urge to nip at his cheek. Well, they definitely got the cute part right. How can someone be this adorable and sexy―all at the same time? It’s totally fucking with his head.

He quickly clears his throat as heat begins to creep up his neck.

“They don’t know my Jisungie like I do,” Minho says, trying to hide how much the younger affects him as he turns his attention back to the TV. “Clearly you’d be an alpha.”

Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “Oh? You really think so?” He tips his head back curiously. “How come?”

Minho thinks back to what happened at the vending machines again and almost reveals his theory before he stops himself.

Even if he knows deep down in his heart that it’s true―that Jisung’s presentation is right around the corner―he’s afraid to speak it out loud, just in case it all turns out to be a fluke. Nothing more than a gut feeling. He can’t get Jisung’s hopes up like that, it would destroy him.

So he’ll keep it to himself for now.

Minho takes a deep breath and tries to find a way to redirect his thoughts without giving away too much.

“Well,” he begins, wracking his brain for the right words to say―though, unsurprisingly, praising Jisung turns out to be quite easy. “For starters, you’re extremely kind and strong―and incredibly hard working, too. You can lead when you need to, and you put so much passion into the things you love. I’ve never seen anyone approach songwriting the way you do, like you’re telling a story, and not just searching for Billboard’s next Top 100.”

He means every single word, of course. He could talk about Jisung for hours if he had to, could wax poetic about how incredible, talented, and passionate his best friend is. Not that any of the traits he just listed are necessarily what makes him an alpha in the traditional sense, but rather just … Jisung.

And for Minho, that’s more than enough.

Minho attempts to lighten the mood before he gets too deep and pokes at the younger’s bicep teasingly. “Plus, you’ve been working out a lot lately, and your arms are starting to get huge. I think you might be catching up to Changbin pretty soon.”

The younger giggles, clearly pleased by the shower of compliments as his face turns a light shade of pink.

“Hyuuuung,” Jisung whines, hiding behind his hands as his expression grows sheepish. “Keep flattering me like this, and I’ll start to think you have a crush on me.”

Minho immediately stills.

What if I do? he thinks to himself miserably, hands clenching into fists where they now rest atop his thighs. His ears suddenly grow red as something dangerous swirls in the pit of his stomach.

Would that really be so bad?

Minho clears his throat and tries to ignore the whirlwind of thoughts wreaking havoc in his brain as he watches a satisfied smile spread across the younger’s lips.

“Well, if I do ever present, I’d definitely want to be an alpha,” Jisung says, grinning at him cheekily. “That way we’d still be soulmates in every universe.”

The statement does something funny to Minho’s chest. Something that feels a lot like yearning.

He continues to think about the younger’s words for the rest of the night, until he eventually falls asleep cuddled up next to Jisung in his own bed.

🌙

Minho wakes up a few hours later to a blinding heat.

Every inch of his body feels like it’s on fire, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as he burns up beneath the heavy weight of his comforter. Still groggy and half-asleep, Minho’s first thought is that his heat must’ve come early.

Has it really been four months since his last cycle already? He could’ve sworn he wasn’t supposed to get his heat for another three weeks …

But then he notices the distinct absence of cramping in his lower abdomen―as well as the general lack of horniness that usually accompanies his heats―and he immediately does a double take.

Minho blinks his eyes open sleepily, noticing for the first time the thick smell of arousal permeating the room. But it’s not his arousal that he’s smelling, it’s not his jasmine and neroli scent … It’s something entirely new. Something that he’s never smelled before.

He sucks in a sharp breath and immediately regrets his decision, nearly choking on the heady scent of pheromones flooding his lungs. Citrus, vanilla, and something woodsy … It’s intoxicating. It makes Minho’s head spin, tugs at his omega and awakens a hunger deep inside of him that he didn’t even know existed until now.

And then it hits him.

Holy shit.

Jisung is presenting.

As an alpha.

Minho’s eyes fly wide open as he’s hit with the jarring realization that his best friend is currently presenting in his bed―and as an alpha, no less. Of course, Chan was right; when has he ever not been? And Minho’s omega knew it too, deep down inside, that Jisung was always meant to be an alpha. It was just a matter of when.

Apparently, that ‘when’ is now.

With the haze of sleep finally lifted, Minho is suddenly hyper-aware of the searing heat against his back and the hardness pressing into his lower body. He makes a noise of surprise when the alpha grabs him by the hips and starts rutting against his backside desperately; low, broken moans spilling from the alpha’s lips as he buries his nose in the crook of Minho’s shoulder and lets out a needy whine.

“Hyung, please,” the alpha begs, seemingly unaware of his own desperation. “It hurts, please help me.”

Minho comes to his senses immediately.

He quickly wiggles out of the alpha’s hold and scrambles to the other side of the bed, trying to put as much distance between them as possible before he does something either of them might regret. Then he turns around and finally looks at Jisung, and his breath catches in his throat.

Bathed in pale silver moonlight, the alpha lies there in the middle of the bed as he writhes in pain, his entire body flushed a deep shade of pink. Hair clings to his temples in strings, damp and saturated, and his clothes stick to his skin, completely soaked with sweat. A hint of his tattoo bleeds through the thin fabric of his white sleep shirt as it molds to the defined planes of his body, his chest heaving forcefully with every ragged breath. A whimper spills past Jisung’s lips and he reaches out for Minho, face contorting in distress.

“H-hyung, what’s h-happening?” the freshly presented alpha stutters, voice wobbly as he chokes back tears. “Hyung, p-please, I’m so s-scared.”

Minho curses under his breath.

It breaks his heart, seeing Jisung like this. It feels like someone’s just reached into his chest and wrung the poor organ out, forcing him to sit there and watch as the younger continues to writhe in agony, right before his eyes. He wants so badly to reach over there and take away all of his pain, but he knows that he needs to explain things first; needs to make sure that Jisung actually understands what’s going on with his body.

After all, there’s no use in hiding what’s already happened.

“Jisung, jagi,” Minho coos gently, raising a hand to shakily brush the damp hair away from his forehead. “You … you’re presenting, baby.” He swallows past the thick lump in his throat. “A-as an alpha.”

He watches carefully as the younger’s face screws in confusion before his mouth parts in shock.

“I … what?”

“Chan already knew this was happening weeks ago,” Minho explains, trying his best to fill the room with soothing pheromones. He hates seeing his best friend in pain like this. “I just … I didn’t wanna tell you unless I knew for sure that it was true. But it is, and you’re an alpha now. You finally presented.”

A thousand different emotions flicker across Jisung’s face in the span of just a few seconds; some of them relieved, and some of them scared. Minho wants to bottle up every single one and take all of his fears away, hide them in his pocket so Jisung never has to feel an ounce of pain ever again.

“W-what should I do?” Jisung finally asks, his voice weak and unsure as he stares back at Minho helplessly.

Minho chews on his lower lip. His first instinct is to offer to help the alpha, but then he stops himself. What if Jisung doesn’t want that? What if it ruins their friendship? He swallows past the lump in his throat and instead glances over his shoulder at the closet where he’s hidden the box of rut supplies.

“Well, um … Chan dropped some stuff off for you the other day―you know, just in case. I can grab them for you.” He looks at his phone where it rests on the nightstand. “A-and I can call him, let him know what happened.” He reaches for the device and starts typing in his passcode with shaky fingers. “M-maybe he can find someone to help you―”

“No!”

Minho freezes in the middle of his passcode and looks up from his phone, staring at the alpha dumbly.

“H-huh?” he stutters, his mind still reeling as he tries to think of all of the things he needs to do to make sure the younger is taken care of.

Jisung sticks his lower lip out petulantly and says, “Please don’t call anyone … I only want you, hyung. Please, it has to be you.”

Minho’s phone slips right out of his hands. It lands on the comforter with a soft thump as his mouth falls open in shock.

“I-I, um―”

Did Jisung just … did he really just ask Minho to help with his rut? Minho, and no one else?

Or was that just his desperation talking?

Minho shakes his head and quickly reaches for his phone before scrambling to the edge of the mattress. His face grows red as the steel fortress that he’s spent the past few years carefully crafting around his heart starts slowly crumbling down.

He can’t do this right now, he … he needs to protect himself.

“I-I have to―” Minho drops to his feet and quickly turns around. “I have to call Chan-hyung, and―” Starts walking to the other side of the room. “And I have to get the stuff from the closet, and―” Tries to ignore the way his heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. “And I have to … to―”

Something heavy falls to the ground and Minho freezes in his tracks. The noise in his head immediately goes silent as the ground trembles reactively beneath him. For a few seconds, his brain is filled with nothing but static.

Then a voice suddenly breaks through the fog, low and thick with desperation, and he just … crumbles.

“Hyung, please.”

Minho’s breath catches in his throat and he lets his phone slip out of his hand again, this time thudding loudly against the wooden floorboards. He hesitantly turns around, fully unprepared for the sight that greets him.

Jisung, chest heaving and face flushed.

Hands curled into fists against the damp fabric of his boxers.

On his knees.

Begging.

It knocks the breath right out of his lungs.

Minho’s mouth falls open in shock. He’s never seen anything like this before. The look in the alpha’s eyes is so raw and desperate, so hungry and pleading, that it borders on pathetic. And then it hits him.

Holy shit.

Jisung is submitting.

The younger could have easily used his alpha voice to get Minho to do whatever he wanted―to bend him to his will without resistance―but instead, he chose to submit. And not only that, he chose to submit to Minho―an omega. It’s degrading, practically unheard of.

It makes Minho’s cock twitch.

The omega takes a shaky, deep breath inwards. Arousal thrums white-hot in his veins as he carefully steps forward, slowly closing the remaining distance between them. Then he reaches out with an unsteady hand and cards his fingers delicately through Jisung’s sweaty hair, cursing under his breath when the alpha leans into his touch as his eyes slip shut in contentment.

Fuck, he wants to ruin Jisung so badly.

“Please, hyung,” Jisung croaks out, blinking up at Minho with a pleading look in his eyes as he struggles to fight back tears. “I’ll be good for you, I swear. I’ll do whatever you tell me to, listen to whatever you say, do whatever you want, just―please, I need you.”

The sound of Jisung begging so sweetly triggers something in Minho, something raw and carnal, and he’s no longer able to hold back the desire he feels for his best friend. He tightens his fist in the alpha’s hair, eyes swimming with greed.

“You promise?” Minho asks, starting to feel a little drunk off his newfound power as he lightly tugs at the younger’s scalp. “Promise you’ll be good for me?”

Jisung moans and nods his head, mouth parting weakly as he stares up at the omega from beneath his pretty lashes.

Minho smiles to himself in satisfaction. “Then take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

It’s like the alpha can’t move fast enough.

The second the words leave his mouth, Jisung immediately scrambles to his feet and starts tearing at his clothes, hurrying to get undressed. His shirt comes off first, practically torn in half from the way he struggles to get it over his head, and then he clumsily peels his sticky boxers away to reveal his aching cock.

Minho stands there and watches with hungry eyes as it slaps against the alpha’s lower abdomen before falling to hang heavy between his thighs. The shaft is thick and hard, and so much bigger than he expected it to be. Much bigger than his own, that’s for sure. His gaze travels upwards to the flushed tip, glistening with precome, and he swallows audibly, imagining the weight of it on his tongue.

As soon as the alpha is fully naked, he follows the rest of Minho’s instructions and lays down on the bed―just like the omega told him to. How obedient.

Minho decides to reward the alpha’s good behavior by reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it upwards, giving him a little show of his own. He tugs the fabric over his head before letting it fall to the ground, smiling when the alpha’s eyes lock onto his chest hungrily. Then he slips his boxers off slowly, teasingly, until he’s fully exposed for the younger to gawk at.

It’s much easier for Minho to bear himself like this for the alpha now that he knows Jisung actually wants this―wants him. He doesn’t feel ashamed of his body, of his feelings, as he slowly crosses the room under the alpha’s admiring gaze. Then he steps up to the edge of the bed, and his entire world flips upside down. His back hits the mattress as Jisung scrambles to climb over top of him.

“Fuck, hyung, you smell so good,” the alpha moans, already rutting against Minho desperately as he shoves his face into his neck and greedily inhales his scent. “Smell so sweet, so pretty, want you so bad.”

“W-wait, slow down,” Minho pants, hissing when their bare cocks slide together, the copious amounts of precome leaking from the younger’s tip helping to aid the glide. But Jisung doesn’t listen, too scent-drunk, latching onto Minho’s throat and sucking and biting the skin around his scent gland like a man starved.

Minho’s never seen Jisung like this before―never seen him this desperate, this gone―but it’s nothing like the rabid animal that Chan was during his first rut. He’s not aggressive, just eager. Frantic. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t have Minho within the next few seconds. It’s endearing. It makes Minho want to absolutely ruin him for anyone else.

When Jisung gets a little too close to his mating gland, Minho snaps at him.

“I said wait,” he hisses, grabbing Jisung by the hair and pulling his head back before he can do any permanent damage. The alpha lets out a low whine in protest and clings to his shoulders, tongue lapping at the spit dripping from his lips. It’s pathetic. “Didn't you say you were gonna be good for me? You know you can’t bite me there, right?”

As much as Minho would love to feel the alpha’s teeth sinking into his neck right now, he doesn’t really feel like dealing with the repercussions of breaking the ‘no mating’ clause in their contracts.

Jisung makes a wounded noise as his eyes cast downwards in shame. “S-sorry, just want you so bad.”

“What do you want, baby? You have to tell me exactly what it is so I know how to help.”

“W-wanna … wanna breed you, please? Please, I swear I’ll make it good for you, hyung, please.”

Minho breathes harshly through his nose. He can feel his control rapidly slipping, the urge to just give in stronger than ever. “Alright, go ahead. But I'm not in heat, so you’ll have to prep me first.”

It’s a lie, of course. Minho is more than wet enough to take Jisung’s cock without any prep by now, but he wants to make the alpha work for it. Wants to see how truly desperate he can get.

Jisung is back on him in seconds, wasting no time as he dives straight for Minho’s ass. Minho lets out a startled moan as the alpha licks a fat stripe over his hole, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he slips his tongue inside without hesitation. It’s filthy, the way Jisung laps up the slick from his entrance like he’s starving.

Minho’s never seen a man more depraved.

There's absolutely no finesse to Jisung’s technique as he continues to lap at Minho’s hole before wrapping the omega’s thighs around his head and pushing his tongue in as deep as it can go. This draws a sound of pleasure out of the omega and he gushes more slick out onto Jisung’s waiting tongue, filling the room with the overpowering scent of his arousal. Then the alpha brings one hand to his entrance and slips two fingers in alongside his tongue without warning, and Minho nearly sees stars.

“Fuck, oh my god, right there,” Minho pants, throwing his head back against his pillowcase as Jisung curls his fingers just right, nudging against the omega’s prostate. His thighs instinctively squeeze around the alpha’s head and Jisung lets out a weak noise, immediately doubling his efforts.

Despite the thighs threatening to crush his skull, Jisung continues working Minho open at a dedicated pace. He slips in a third finger and laps up any slick that spills out the sides before bringing his mouth to the omega’s neglected cock, enveloping his entire length in one go. Minho slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise he makes as Jisung begins bobbing his head in time with his fingers, already bringing him dangerously close to the edge.

Luckily, he gets reprieve in the form of Jisung finally pulling away to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty down here, hyung,” Jisung moans, bringing the omega back to earth as he mercifully slows down his fingers. “Taste so fucking good.”

Minho’s relief doesn’t last very long. The omega nearly has a heart attack when he looks down and sees the state of the alpha before him.

The lower half of Jisung’s face is completely covered in his slick, the sticky substance dripping down the length of his neck in obscene rivulets. His pupils are blown wide, and his hair sticks to his round cheeks in little c-shaped curls. His chest is flushed a dark shade of pink, his cock straining hard against his belly as it smears precome along his abdomen.

Jisung looks absolutely wrecked, and Minho hasn’t even done anything to him yet.

“Hyung, you’re squeezing my fingers,” Jisung whines, snapping Minho out of his trance. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my knot. Want it so bad.”

Minho chuckles breathlessly and tries not to let the sight of Jisung pouting while covered in slick push him over the edge. “Yeah? You think you’ve been good enough for that?” he asks.

It’s a rhetorical question. Of course, Jisung has been good. He’s been so fucking good this whole time.

Jisung whimpers, nods eagerly. The force of it causes sweat to fly off his hair in little droplets that land on Minho’s bare thighs. He hisses and tightens around the alpha’s fingers again.

“Please, hyung?” Jisung begs, eyes impossibly wide as he rubs the pad of his fingers against Minho’s prostate ruthlessly. The contrast between the innocent look on his face and the sinful curl of his fingers is making Minho’s head spin. “Please let me put it in, I promise I’ll be good. Wanna feel you, wan’ it so bad, please, please, please.”

Minho thinks he could get off on the alpha’s begging alone. But he still wants to feel Jisung’s knot inside him, so he relents. “Go ahead, baby, you’ve been good. I’m all yours now.”

As soon as he’s given the green light, Jisung is scrambling to reposition himself over the omega as he leads his cock to his entrance. Minho watches with hooded eyes as the alpha lines himself up clumsily, only to let out a whine of frustration when he completely misses his target and nudges the blunt head of his cock against Minho’s thigh instead. The alpha juts his lower lip out and quickly tries again, his movements jerky and uncoordinated as he glides his cock through the mess of slick pouring out of Minho’s hole. When he finally gets it on the third try, his face immediately screws up in pleasure.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jisung whines, stretching Minho out on his cock as he slowly sinks into the omega’s tight heat. It looks like he’s barely holding himself back from thrusting in all at once, his eyes squeezed shut as he fists the sheets near Minho’s head and lets out a low groan.

“There you go,” Minho praises breathlessly, appreciating the restraint as he struggles to adjust to the alpha’s size. “You’re doing so well for me, alpha. Go nice and slow, just like that. You’re almost there.”

The alpha lets out another pathetic whine at the praise and tucks his chin into his chest as his brows knit together beautifully. He continues to go at a slow pace, just like he’s been told, gradually feeding Minho more of his cock. He’s much bigger than Minho’s used to, and Minho almost worries he won’t fit, until he finally feels the alpha bottoming out, hips flush against his backside. Then he stays there, panting hot against Minho’s neck, sweat dripping onto Minho’s chest, until the omega pats him on the back and tells him to move.

The first thrust is experimental. Jisung only pulls his hips back halfway before sliding back in, punching a moan out of Minho’s chest that encourages him to do it again. So he does, pulling out further each time and snapping his hips forward as he starts to grow increasingly more desperate.

Jisung soon begins to set up a pace, but it’s sloppy and uncoordinated. Nothing at all like Minho’s used to. His hips buck forward without any clear rhythm. At some point, his cock slips out due to his clumsiness, and he whines in displeasure, desperately seeking the omega’s warmth again. He eventually manages to find his way back inside and thrusts directly against Minho’s prostate, causing the omega to cry out in pleasure as he scrambles for purchase on his back.

“Am I doing good, hyung?” Jisung asks, practically begs, as he drives his hips forward again. His need to please the omega is somehow even stronger than the instinct to breed.

“Yeah, baby,” Minho gasps, eyes rolling back in pleasure every time Jisung nails his prostate. “You’re doing so good, just—” He screws his eyes shut. “Just be a little more careful, okay?”

Jisung doesn’t seem to care much about being careful, his hips continuing their erratic pace as he buries his nose in Minho’s scent gland and groans. The whole thing is wet and messy, their bodies covered in sweat and slick, and Jisung’s cock keeps slipping out on every other thrust. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears as he desperately ruts against the omega’s slippery hole again, and Minho just can’t take it anymore. He needs to regain control of the situation.

Looks like he’ll have to do everything himself.

Even in rut, it’s still so easy for Minho to overpower the alpha. He quickly pushes Jisung off and flips their positions so Jisung is on his back with Minho hovering in his lap, causing the alpha to cry out in surprise.

“Dumb alpha, can’t even use your cock right,” Minho tsks, reaching behind himself and wrapping his fist around the swollen member. Jisung whimpers and squirms beneath him as Minho taps the head of his cock teasingly against his hole, eager to have him begging again. “Pathetic. Are you really that desperate that you can’t even fuck me properly? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

Jisung immediately shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes as his hips instinctively buck upwards in search of the omega’s warmth. “No, I swear! I can be good for you, hyung, I promise, just give me another chance, and I swear I’ll do it right, please, I―”

Minho cuts off the younger’s babbling by bringing Jisung’s cock to his entrance and sinking back down without warning.

They both let out moans of pleasure as Minho squeezes around the alpha, steadying himself with two hands on the younger’s bare chest once he’s fully seated. Jisung’s honey skin feels hot beneath him, his tattoos glistening with sweat as his palms come to rest on Minho’s thighs, encouraging Minho to move with a quick squeeze, but not at all demanding.

Not that he has the power to demand anything right now with the position he’s in. Minho has the alpha practically eating out of the palm of his hand as he threads his fingers through his hair and yanks his head back. Bears his throat for submission.

“You’re gonna be a good alpha and let me use you, okay?” Minho pants, thighs squeezing together as Jisung’s cock twitches inside him. He can feel it in his guts. Probably won’t be able to walk much after this week.

Jisung nods, eyes wide and pleading. “Please use me, hyung. You can do whatever you want to me, anything at all. M’ yours.”

Minho’s expression softens when he hears the vulnerability in the alpha’s voice. He leans down before he can stop himself and pecks the younger on the cheek, just like he’s always wanted to. “Of course you are, jagi. My good little alpha.”

A shiver wracks through Jisung’s body at the compliment and a dopey smile makes its way onto his face. Minho can’t help but track the movement with his eyes, feeling warmth flutter in his chest. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling. He gets it a lot, actually, especially when Jisung is smiling at him like this. He gives into the urge to do something even more dangerous and hesitantly brings their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Jisung’s lips are just as soft as he thought they’d be. He tastes like citrus and vanilla, and the leftover residue of Minho’s jasmine-scented slick.

For a moment, they just sit there; lips pressed together, breathing in each other’s air. Skin against skin, heat radiating off each other in waves. Jisung still inside him, molding Minho to the ridges of his warm cock, so that he’ll never forget the shape of his body.

Not that Minho would ever dare. He’s going to remember this moment for the rest of his life. Wants it ingrained in his mind, imprinted on his skin. Wants to remember the way Jisung felt inside him every time he touches himself, the way the alpha stretched him out so deliciously, how he ruined him for anyone else.

Then Jisung sighs, breathes weakly against his lips, “Hyung?”

And Minho whispers back, just as weak, “Yeah, jagi?”

“... thank you.”

The omega raises a curious eyebrow. “For?”

Hesitance flickers across Jisung’s face. A flash of insecurity.

“For not leaving me. For doing all of this.”

Minho’s mouth twitches. He remembers the desperate look on Jisung’s face when he begged him to stay. ‘I only want you, hyung. Please, it has to be you.’ He smiles. “Of course, jagi. I would never leave you.” Emphasizes his point with another kiss. “Never.”

Jisung’s mouth parts easily for Minho when he wants to take things further. His body feels like putty beneath Minho’s palms as he slips his tongue between his teeth and starts rocking his hips slowly, drawing a moan out of the younger that Minho eagerly swallows up. He tilts his head, kisses him deeper, relishes in the sounds Jisung makes as he squeezes his pecs before pinching his right nipple. Jisung’s hips jerk, and Minho sinks his teeth into his lower lip in warning.

“What did I say about being good, jagiya?” he scolds, immediately halting his movements.

“M’sorry, hyung,” Jisung pouts, his voice cracking on the honorific as he stills his hips obediently. Eyes wide and mouth trembling. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Minho smirks to himself. “Good boy.” He leans back and covers Jisung’s hands with his own, slides them up his slick-covered skin until they rest just below his waistline. “Now, are you gonna be a good alpha and stay still for me? You can keep your hands here, but no moving your hips. I’m the one who sets the pace.”

Jisung nods fervently.

Minho tsks. “I wanna hear you say it back to me. What are you going to do?"

The younger whimpers, his face screwed in concentration as he attempts to repeat Minho’s instructions. “S-stay still. N-no moving my hips. You set the p-pace.”

Minho rewards the alpha by rocking his hips forward, and Jisung’s eyes briefly roll back in his head.

“That’s right. And no coming unless I tell you to, okay?”

Jisung nods again, before thinking better of it. “N-no coming unless you t-tell me to.”

Minho grins. “Good boy.” He leans down and pecks Jisung on the lips, and the alpha accepts it gratefully.

He should’ve known from the start that Jisung would be like this. So soft, so pliant, so eager to please. Perfect in every single way, from his pouty lower lip, to his cock stretching Minho’s hole out deliciously. It’s like Jisung was made just for him, his perfect little alpha. His soulmate.

Minho decides that he’s done enough torturing (at least for now), so he plants his hands on Jisung’s chest again and starts rolling his hips slowly, getting himself used to the stretch. Jisung lets out a strangled moan at the sensation and instinctively tightens his fingers around Minho’s waist as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“I’ll be so good for you, hyung, I promise,” Jisung rambles as Minho slowly builds up his pace. “I’ll be so good for you, so fucking―ha-ah.” His words devolve into an incoherent mess as Minho finally picks up his hips before slamming back down on his cock, hard. “Oh f-fuck―hyung!”

Minho tries to keep a straight face, but fails completely, letting out a tortured little noise of his own as bolts of pleasure shoot up his spine. His mouth falls open when he feels Jisung’s cock already nudging against his prostate.

Shit, he’s not going to last very long.

Though, judging by the look on the alpha’s face, neither is Jisung.

“You feel so good inside me, alpha,” Minho pants, struggling to take him all at once as he digs his fingers into the alpha’s chest. He can feel Jisung everywhere inside him, pressing against his belly, his throat. “So big, fuck.”

Jisung can only whimper in response, his cock still painfully hard and begging for release, just like it will be for the next few days until his rut is finally over. Getting the alpha out of pain is Minho’s first priority, so he pushes past his own discomfort and lifts his hips again before slamming back down.

He does this again, then again, until he’s quickly building up a rhythm that has Jisung squirming on the mattress. Sweat beads along the alpha’s hairline from the effort it takes to stay still while Minho rides him, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the omega’s thick thighs. Blunt nails dig into strong muscle, fingerprints leaving fire in their wake as Jisung resists the urge to buck up into his tight heat. Being so good, just like Minho told him to.

“Is this what you wanted?” Minho taunts, eagerly working himself over Jisung’s cock and reveling in the sheer fullness that it gives him. He slams his hips down, sees stars when he nails his prostate head-on. “For your hyung to ride you like you’re nothing more than a useless sex toy?”

Jisung moans, crumbling beneath Minho like sand. He squeezes his eyes shut and nods. “Yes, oh god, please. You’re so tight, hyung, so pretty, so―fuck.” His eyes fly open when Minho pinches his nipple again. This seems to be a sensitive spot for the alpha, so Minho decides to take advantage of it, fully intent on making Jisung cry by the end of the night.

Without slowing his rhythm, Minho leans down and takes Jisung’s right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting into the hard flesh. It gives him exactly the reaction he was looking for. Jisung lets out a sharp cry, similar to the noises he makes whenever Minho pinches his bicep, or slaps his butt on stage―except this time, it’s in a much filthier setting.

Smiling in satisfaction, Minho ignores the younger’s protests of “too much” and takes his nipple back into his mouth eagerly. He laves over the pert bud until it’s dripping with spit, and then pulls back to suck hickeys into his beautiful honey skin. Continues moving his hips back and forth as Jisung squirms beneath him, rubbing his hard cock over the younger’s abdomen and reveling in the pleasure.

Then he turns his attention to the other nipple, runs his tongue over it and sucks it between his lips until it’s just as bruised as the first one. Bites his skin and traces the stark lines of his tattoo with his mouth. Presses kisses into each letter of the word blessed.

By the time Minho is finally done torturing him, Jisung is already on the verge of tears. He decides to have mercy on the poor alpha and pulls away so he can get a good look at him, at the mess he made.

Minho has seen plenty of world wonders throughout his life, but nothing beats the way Jisung is staring up at him right now. The look in his teary eyes is one that can only be described as reverence. Pure adoration. It goes straight to Minho’s head, makes him feel dizzy with power as swivels his hips and squeezes tight around him.

“Hyung, m’ c-close!” Jisung stutters, his hips straining against Minho’s backside. Fighting to stay still.

“Already?” Minho breathes, like he isn’t seconds away from busting himself. He lifts his hips and drops them down slower this time, feeling every inch of the alpha’s thick cock stretching him out. So damn full. “Can you come just like this? Gonna breed hyung like a good alpha?”

Jisung chokes on a moan. “Please. Wanna breed you, wanna fill you with p-pups.”

Minho curses at the image this provides. “Shit, yeah. Want that too.”

His thighs are starting to burn from the exertion of fucking himself on the alpha’s cock, and his skin feels uncomfortably sticky, but the need to see Jisung crying before he comes outweighs everything else. So Minho grits his teeth and starts riding the alpha even faster, his cock slapping against Jisung’s stomach every time he bottoms out. The alpha squirms beneath him, too helpless to do anything but just lay there and take it as Minho uses him for his own pleasure―almost as if Minho is the one in heat, and Jisung is nothing more than his obedient little toy.

He can feel the alpha trembling beneath him now, can see the tears threatening to pour over as he cries for Minho to go harder, faster, right there. Pathetic little moans spill from his lips every time Minho slams back down on his cock, and it’s messing with the omega’s rhythm, so he reaches up and shoves two fingers in his mouth to stop his incessant babbling. Jisung doesn’t even flinch, his eyes rolling back in his head as Minho presses down on his tongue until spit dribbles out the sides of his mouth.

“Hyung,” Jisung cries, his voice muffled by Minho’s fingers. “Hyung, pleashe.”

He’s close, so close. Minho can tell by the way his body is pulled taut. Like a rubber band, waiting to snap. His fingernails dig crescents into Minho’s thighs and his face is screwed in pleasure, jaw slack as he tries so hard not to come without permission.

“Shh, I know baby,” Minho coos. “I know it hurts, but you’ve been doing so well for me, alpha. Can’t you hold on just a little more?”

Minho is close too, but he wants to see Jisung cry first. Wants to see him fall apart completely in his hands. A tortured look crosses Jisung’s face, but he nods anyway, willing to do whatever Minho asks.

The omega grins and speeds up his hips, bounces as fast he can. Pulls his fingers out of Jisung’s mouth and uses his spit to jerk his own cock in time with his movements. Uses his other hand to balance himself on Jisung’s knee so he can lean back and give the alpha the full view of his cock sliding in and out of him, the loud squelch of slick filling the room. Skin slapping against skin, wet and filthy as Minho throws his head back in pleasure, the prettiest cries falling from his lips.

And then he hears it.

The first sob tears from Jisung’s throat as he squeezes his legs together. His body shakes beneath him as he tries so hard to remain obedient.

“Hyung, please,” Jisung begs, eyes welling up with moisture as a single tear spills down his cheek. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much, I need to come, please.”

More tears start flowing out, and Minho relishes in the sight. He leans forward, laps up the salty trail with his tongue and presses soft kisses against his wet lips.

“Yeah? You think you’ve been good enough?” he asks.

Jisung fucking sobs. “Please, I’ve been so good, hyung, so, so good. Wanna fill you up, wanna breed you, wanna―hngh.”

Minho slams his hips down, circles them over the alpha’s cock with a gleeful little smile on his face, and watches as Jisung struggles not to come. He knows he’s being mean right now, but he just can’t help it. Jisung looks so pretty like this. The tears are flowing freely now, his expression absolutely wrecked, and Minho knows right away that he will never forget this moment.

Just when Jisung looks like he’s had enough, Minho finally decides to have mercy on him.

“Go ahead, alpha,” he says, speeding up the hand on his cock. “Go ahead and come. You’ve done so well for me. Make hyung feel good, fill me with your pups.”

The permission is all Jisung needs.

He makes a broken noise as he plants his feet on the mattress and bucks his hips upwards, nails digging into Minho’s waist as he finally releases deep inside the omega. It triggers Minho’s own orgasm and he lets out a sharp cry, his body curling in on itself as he spills all over the alpha’s stomach. Wave after wave of come pulses hot inside him, Jisung’s face twisting in pleasure as he throws his head back against the pillow case and sobs, his body twitching and tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

It’s the most beautiful thing Minho has ever seen.

“There you go, just like that,” Minho coos, fighting through the overstimulation as he rolls his hips gently, letting the alpha ride out the waves of his orgasm. “You were so good, baby. Such a good alpha.”

“Thank you, hyung,” Jisung cries, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. His knot is already starting to form at the base of his cock, locking Minho firmly in place. “You feel so good, so perfect, so―”

“Shh, I know. You did so well for me, baby. Just relax.”

Minho’s never felt this full before, and it’s only the beginning of the alpha’s rut. He’s going to be cleaning Jisung’s come out of him for days. He winces when he leans forward and feels the alpha’s knot tugging at his entrance, his body already a little sore.

“You did such a good job, baby,” he continues to praise the alpha, brushing the damp hair out of his face and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips as his breathing slowly evens out. “My perfect little alpha.”

Jisung preens. He wraps his arms around Minho’s waist and buries his nose in his neck, scenting him. “Hyung?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you so much.”

Minho blinks rapidly. He chuckles as a smile stretches across his face, warmth spreading throughout his chest like wildfire. “I love you too, jagi,” he says, pecking Jisung on the cheek. “So, so much.”

He means it, of course. He really does love Jisung―both as a friend, and as his romantic soulmate. And he can tell Jisung means it the same way. All it took was the younger’s presentation for them to finally realize it.

Minho eventually maneuvers them into a better position so they can lie next to each other comfortably while they wait for Jisung’s knot to go down. He tucks the alpha’s head under his chin and runs his fingers through his hair until they both slowly drift off to sleep.

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Knock, knock, knock.

Minho squints his eyes open slowly as he’s woken up by the sound of someone pounding on his front door. He tries to ignore it at first, still exhausted from last night. They’d gone for two more rounds after Jisung’s knot finally went down―once at 3AM, when Minho woke up to Jisung already moving inside him, and then again in the shower as he tried to clean up the copious amounts of come leaking out of his ass (obviously a failed task as Jisung immediately filled him up again).

Unfortunately, whoever decided to disturb his sleep doesn’t seem to be going away any time soon, because they start knocking again right as Minho is about to drift back off. He lets out a frustrated noise and reluctantly sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes as they slowly adjust to the sun. Then he looks to his right and sees that Jisung is thankfully still asleep, his round cheek resting softly against the pillowcase as he snores quietly.

Cute.

But also very dangerous. Minho’s ass still hasn’t fully recovered from this morning. He’s not quite sure if he’s ready to go for another round yet, so he quickly slips out of bed and throws on an oversized t-shirt so he can tell whoever is at his door to fuck off before they wake Jisung up.

Minho shuts the door to his bedroom as quietly as he can and pads across the apartment with bare feet. He glances through the peephole to see who’s there and immediately scowls.

“Yah, what are you doing here, Kim Seungmin,” Minho hisses, pulling the door open just enough to glare at the beta in the hallway without getting in trouble for public indecency (in hindsight, he probably should’ve at least thrown on a pair of boxers, but he was still very much half-asleep up until a few seconds ago).

Seungmin just rolls his eyes and holds up the grocery bag in his hand. “Chan-hyung told me to bring some stuff over for you guys,” he explains. “Said Jisung finally presented.”

Oh right.

At some point in the night, in between Jisung knotting him for the third time and Minho trying not to lose his mind over how ridiculously full he felt, he experienced a moment of lucidity in which he remembered to text Chan about Jisung’s presentation. Their leader was unsurprisingly still awake and immediately responded, saying that he would send one of the kids over in the morning with supplies. It makes sense that Seungmin is here, seeing as he’s the only one who wouldn’t be affected by Jisung’s rut pheromones as a beta.

“Sorry, I guess I’m still a little out of it,” Minho apologizes, giving the beta a half-smile as he reaches for the bag in his hands. “Thanks for dropping this off.”

“Rough night?” Seungmin chuckles, eyeing him up and down knowingly. “How is he, by the way? I heard late presentations are always worse than normal ones.”

Minho fights the urge to snap at the beta as he instinctively hides behind the door. He doesn’t need his bandmate seeing the hickeys all over his thighs.

“He’s fine, just catching up on some sleep for now.”

Right as he says that, Minho feels a warm body press against his back out of nowhere and he lets out a startled squeak. He glances over his shoulder and sees a head of brown hair burying itself in his neck as the alpha begins lapping at his scent gland greedily.

What the fuck? When the hell did Jisung get out of bed?

The omega tries not to let his surprise show as Jisung begins rubbing his hard cock against his backside. A trickle of slick makes its way down his thigh and Minho immediately squeezes his legs together.

“That’s good to hear,” Seungmin continues obliviously. “Chan-hyung said it might be a few days before he gets better. You know, since he presented late and all. That’s, like, five years worth of horny alpha pheromones all coming out at once …”

Speaking of horny alphas.

Jisung makes a needy noise low in Minho’s ear as Seungmin continues to drone on and on about late presentations. He ignores the omega’s look of warning and guides his cock to his entrance, slipping in easily. Minho squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to make it obvious that he’s getting fucked right behind the door as he closes it another centimeter.

“Yeah, that sounds … that sounds pretty rough,” he grits, blinking rapidly as the alpha stretches him out. He doesn’t even have the energy to tell Jisung to behave after last night as he plasters himself against Minho’s back and starts rolling his hips languidly.

Fuck, so full …

“But it’s a good thing he has you, right?” Seungmin rambles on conversationally. “I’m actually surprised you guys didn’t fuck sooner. You’ve always had this weird sexual tension thing going on. It was kind of gross, to be honest.”

Minho rolls his eyes, his lashes fluttering at the delicious drag of the alpha’s cock along his walls. He grabs onto the doorframe and mentally prays for Seungmin to just shut up and leave already as Jisung starts fucking him faster.

“Not like you and Changbin are any b-better,” Minho stutters, trying his best to stay composed as a pair of hands make their way up his shirt. He bites back a moan as Jisung pinches one of his nipples.

He is so going to punish the alpha tonight.

“Yeah, but at least we don’t eye-fuck each other on stage all the time. You and Jisung act like you guys are already mated―”

Jisung drives his cock directly into his prostate and Minho cries out in pleasure as the bag of groceries slips from his hand. A bottle of water rolls out into the hallway and stops at Seungmin’s feet, and he stares at it for a second before he puts two and two together.

The beta’s eyes widen in horror.

“Oh my god, he’s fucking you right now, isn’t he? Ew, that’s so―!”

Minho slams the door in Seungmin’s face before the beta can see him falling apart as Jisung reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock. It only takes a few more tugs, and then Minho is painting the door white as Jisung comes deep inside him, his knot catching on the omega’s swollen rim and locking him in place.

As soon as he recovers, Minho reaches back and smacks Jisung on the side of the hip. “Are you insane? Anyone could’ve walked by just now!”

He’s not as concerned about Seungmin being scarred for life as he is about a stranger possibly catching them in the act. Very bad for the whole idol image thing.

“M’sorry, hyung,” Jisung whines, burying his nose in Minho’s scent gland as he wraps his arms around his waist and squeezes him tight. Like some kind of overgrown koala. “I just couldn’t wait. You smell so good, like flowers and … and me.”

Minho flushes bright red. He scrunches his nose and glares at the alpha over his shoulder. “You can’t just say cute shit like that and expect to get away with it every time,” he grumbles.

“Yes I can.”

“Oh yeah?”

Jisung nods. “Yup. Because hyung loves me.” The alpha shoots him a toothy grin, his eyes shaping into little crescents.

Minho ignores the butterflies in his chest and leans forward to shut him up with a kiss. “Yeah, well now we’re stuck like this for the next thirty minutes, so you better figure out how to carry me to bed.”

“Yes sir!”

Minho pretends like hearing that doesn’t make his cock twitch as Jisung reaches down and easily scoops him up into his arms. He still has a lot to learn about himself, apparently.

It’s a good thing he has an entire week to figure it out.