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Minho placed his hands over his ears as he heard the moaning come from the room next to his. He could technically join them if he wanted; they had given him permission.

But why would he? He doesn't belong to them; as a matter of fact, he doesn't belong to anyone! They probably only kept him around for shits and giggles.

If they really wanted him, then Chan or any of his damn so-called alphas would have claimed him already!

Now, don't get him wrong; he wasn't an impatient person or at all selfish. However, it's been nearly three years since Chan claimed the others.

Almost three whole years.

Almost three years of only getting occasional kisses, once a week at most.

Almost three years of getting occasional sex, once every three months at most, not that he minded in the first place.

After almost three years of watching the other members get the attention that he craved from them.

Almost three damn years of waiting, hoping, and praying that they actually wanted him.

Maybe it was his fault? Maybe it's because he wasn't as strong as Jisung and Changbin? because he wasn't as pretty as Hyunjin and Felix? Or because he wasn't as perfect as Seungmin and Jeongin?

Minho sat up and grabbed his phone off his side table, using the light to look for his headphones. He caught a glimpse of the time, it being only eleven o'clock at night.

"Fuck it." He whispered to himself as he unlocked his phone, deciding to just leave the apartment altogether.

He opened his messages, clicking on his group chat with the BTS members. Sending a message asking if he could come over, he immediately got a response from Jimin.

He smiled at his phone as he got up, quickly texting his driver to come pick him up. He quickly gathered his stuff before walking out.
His driver was already outside, opening the door for him and taking his bags.

"To the BTS apartment building, please." He politely told his driver before looking out the window.

He's been going to his hyungs' apartment more often nowadays. They were the only ones who knew that he was actually an omega and not a beta, except for his driver and manager.

He leaned his head against the wall, sighing as he closed his eyes. He slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what he could've had if he wasn't... him.

Dreams suddenly turned into nightmares, with visions of things that happened to him flashing through his head. His eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.

"Sir! Sir! We're here; Jimin is waiting for you." The driver informed as soon as Minho opened his eyes, it too a few tries to shake Minho out of his small nap.

Minho wiped his eyes slightly before giving his driver a small smile and thanking him as he got out with his bags.

He met Jimin in the middle, immediately hugging him as soon as he was within arms reach. Jimin has always been one of his favorites.

The older always showered the younger with the love and affection he'd missed out on over the years, always reminding him that he was, in fact, loved and appreciated.

"Come on, Min. Let's get inside." Jimin was the first to pull away. Gently grabbing Minho's hand, she pulled him towards the apartment, Minho simply letting himself be pulled along.

It was cold, and besides, maybe they would pity the poor boy and let him watch a Disney movie before kicking him out.

He hadn't noticed when they entered the apartment room. Only when Taehyung pulled him into a hug did he actually realize what was going on.

"What'd they do this time?" Taehyung whispered to the younger as he pulled him over to the couch. making him sit with his legs going across his lap and his head resting on Jungkook's.

Minho just shrugs, deciding to just focus on the fingers running through his hair. It had always calmed him down, and they knew that, which is why they did it.

"Don't shrug at me. Tell me what happened." Taehyung demanded, pouting at the end. Minho smiled slightly at the boy, reaching a hand up to pat his head.

He sighed as he closed his eyes, dropping his hand onto his stomach. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid it. They always asked what happened whenever he came over looking upset.

"It wasn't even that big of a deal. I'm just overreacting." Minho frowned when the hand paused, already missing the feeling of his hair being played.

There was a chuckle before the hand resumed its previous action of playing with his hair.

"If it wasn't a big deal, then you wouldn't be upset about it. Don't make excuses for their behavior or invalidate your feelings."

Minho smiled when he heard that voice. It was Yoongi! Opening his eyes and snapping his head over to look at him, he jumped out of Tae's lap and scurried over to Yoongi, giving him the biggest hug he could manage.

Yoongi gave a slight chuckle before patting Minho on the back, making Minho smile even wider.

Yoongi has always been Minho's favorite, due to the elder being brutally honest. The purple haired boy has always valued honesty above all else; it has always given him a sense of security.

"Now, are you going to tell us what happened?" Minho groaned at the question, lightly stomping back over to the couch and plopping down between Tae and Jungkook.

He laid his head on Jungkook's shoulder, closing his eyes as he released a sigh.

"It's so tiring being around them. I can't do it anymore." He mumbled out, and a small smile appeared on his face when he felt someone running their fingers through his hair.

"Then don't. You can always come to us, and you know damn well that we'll give you the attention you deserve."

That was Namjoon. One of the very alpha males that the boy actually respected, seeing as Namjoon always took care of his pack, his mates, and even those that weren't technically in his pack or his mates, like Minho, for example.

Minho felt Jungkook nod from his spot on his shoulder. He felt a pit form at the bottom of his stomach, not because of the approaching heat but because he didn't deserve it.

"But I don't deserve it." The youngest mumbled under his breath, hoping not to be heard.
His hope turned to ash the moment he noticed the slightly soured quality of their scents.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he opened his hands and pulled his knees to his chest, "I didn't mean to say that aloud."

As the soured smell slowly disappeared, he was pulled to his feet by Hoseok and led into one of the bedrooms.

"Go change. We'll talk more tomorrow, and for now, we'll just watch Bambi, okay?" Suga told the boy as he handed him some clothes and guided the boy to the connecting bathroom.

Once Minho had changed, he walked out to find his hyungs already lying on the bed with Bambi paused on the TV.

He smiled as he crawled between Yoongi and Jin, laying his head on Yoongi's chest and wrapping his arms around his waist.

He began to drift off as Jin ran his fingers through his hair. Honestly, why did that have to be one of his weaknesses?

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The sound of an alarm and a body hitting the ground was enough to shake Minho awake.

A low groan sounded throughout the room with whispered cursing. Minho raised his head toward the sound only to find Namjoon on the floor with a blanket covering him.

Minho giggled at the sight as he reached over to grab his phone off the bedside table as Namjoon crawled back onto the bed.

‘Maybe I should’ve let them know I was leaving?’ Minho thought to himself once he saw all the missed calls and text messages.

over fifty missed calls and thirty-five texts asking about where he is. He smiled at his phone screen.

Maybe they wanted him after all. Maybe they did care? They wouldn’t have tried to get ahold of this so many times if they didn’t, right?

Minho shook his head as he clicked on Chan’s contact, climbing out of the bed as he walked as quietly as he could to the bathroom.

It took a few minutes for Chan to answer the phone. Although, when he did, whispers could be heard from the other side, barely audible.

Minho chose to ignore the whispers; if they really wanted him to know something, then they’d tell him.

Probably

"Min? Where are you? Why'd you leave without telling one of us first?" Chan questioned, not giving Minho time to answer the first question before he asked another.

Minho sighed as he sat on the bathroom counter. It was times like this when Minho actually felt cared for by Chan, as if the latter actually did want him.

"Do you have any idea how worried Lix was when he didn’t see you in your room? He looked like he was going to cry!" And then all his dreams and hopes just burn, just like that.

‘Of course, he’s only checking in because the others were worried.’ Minho rolled his eyes at the thought. Honestly, he should just stop getting his hopes up.

"I’m with some friends, and I would’ve told you, but you were too busy getting your dick wet." A low growl was heard, so low that Minho almost missed it.

"Anyways, we have a few things to do today, so get back home before eleven o'clock. Okay?" So we’re just going to ignore the fact that you growled?

Fuck you, too, then, I guess!

"Fine, I’ll be home before ten. Bye!" Minho hurried out before hanging up the phone, ignoring Chan when he tried to keep talking.

Minho sighed as he hopped off the counter and reached for the toothbrush he kept at the apartment before quickly brushing his teeth.

A knock was heard on the door, someone whining for him to hurry up. Minho quickly rinsed out his mouth and his toothbrush before walking out.

Some quickly rushed back in with a quick "hi." At least they always made sure to acknowledge him. He’d be lucky to even get a "good morning" from anyone in Stray Kids, except for maybe Felix, Jeongin, or Seungmin.

although he’s found himself ignoring them. Their very presence has come to piss him off. always finding himself ignoring them, rolling his eyes every time they even speak.

You could say he was being a bitch about it, but he deserves at least that much.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw Hobi and Yoongi making breakfast. both greeting him before continuing their conversation.

Minho just smiled at them as he continued to the fridge and grabbed the apple juice they started buying in case he came over.

They had started buying him stuff when he came over. He had clothes, food, drinks, nesting material, and other things that every single one of them bought for him just so that he’d be comfortable during his heats.

An outsider would think he lived with them or that they were a pack or, even better, mates.

He’d be lucky if his group got him any damn thing.

"Hey Min, are you okay with chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast? Kook wanted some, but you can make whatever." Hobi had asked the boy when he put his juice down.

"Actually, I have to leave soon; we've got a few things to do today apparently." Minho poured another glass of juice and continued to sip on it.

Nothing else mattered to him more than drinking his damn apple juice.

"What time do you have to leave? Are you able to eat before leaving?" Yoongi quickly asked before he swatted at Jungkook as the younger tried to grab at a pancake.

"I’m going to try and get back before ten, but the schedule stuff doesn’t start until like eleven." Minho answered as Taehyung walked in and grabbed at his apple juice.

Minho had never felt more betrayed as he watched Taehyung drink his juice, gasping when he finished the rest of the bottle.

May that juice rest in peace.

"He’ll buy you more, and it’s almost nine forty-five. I’ll make you something to eat on the way back and something for lunch. Now go get ready."

Minho did as he was told, swatting Taehyung on the way for stealing the last of his apple juice.

He took a quick shower and got dressed in a simple cropped black sweater and a matching skirt that fell above his knees, with black fishnets and a pair of ankle-high boots.

He felt pretty, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let everyone know it.

He gathered the rest of his things as quickly as he could upon seeing the time, having only a few minutes before it was ten o’clock.

"Yoons! I don’t think I’ll be able to eat this morning! I gotta go now if I want to get back to the group before ten." Minho hurried out as he ran into the living room.

Yoongi was standing near the door with a brown paper bag and a cup in his hand as he waited for Minho.

"It’s already made. Now, you better get going, and we’ll see you later." Yoongi said as he handed the bag and smoothie to Minho.

Minho smiled and quickly gave him a hug, shouting a goodbye to the others before jogging out, sipping his smoothie as he went.

He called his driver to pick him up, and seeing as they were in the area, it didn’t take that long for him to arrive.

Minho told the driver where to go as he buckled his seatbelt, being careful not to spill the smoothie everywhere.

The driver nodded as he drove off, and just like that, he was off. It didn’t take long, or maybe he just zoned out while drinking the smoothie, but before he knew it, he was outside his group’s apartment building.

Minho thanked his driver as he climbed out and walked into the building. He felt nervous for some reason, as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

He hadn’t even noticed he had walked into the apartment room.

"Finally, you’re back! Go get dre—" Chan cut himself off upon seeing what Minho was wearing. "Or not. Are you sure you want to wear that, though?"

Minho looked down at what he was wearing. What was wrong with it? Felix had been wearing something similar a few days ago, so what’s wrong with him wearing it?

"Do I look that bad? I thought it looked cute; I’ll go change if it upsets you that much." Minho rolled his eyes as he forced a playful tone.

He didn’t want to change. He felt pretty in what he was wearing and was hoping he didn’t have to change.

"No! You look great, but you might want to bring another jacket; it's supposed to be cold later." Chan said as he took out his phone.

Minho felt his heart slightly flutter at the slight compliment before taking out his phone as it vibrated.

Chan had sent him a copy of the schedule—nothing too big. A photoshoot, an interview, and dance practice—he could do that.

Minho nodded to himself before rushing up to his room, needing to take the scent blocker and get a drink of apple juice that he kept in his mini fridge.

An empty bottle of apple juice was sitting on his bedside table, so no apple juice for him. He frowned at the sight as he took his pills.

He was going to run out of suppressants and blockers soon, but that’s a problem for future Minho to worry about.

He heard Chan call his name, so he quickly hid the pills again before racing back down the stairs.

completely forgetting to take an extra jacket with him.

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He should have just changed clothes. Things probably would’ve gone so much better if he had just changed his clothes.

The photoshoot ended up having him change clothes anyway; however, someone accidentally poured their water on him.

So he was stuck in wet clothes for a few hours, and when it finally dried, there was a wet stain on his skirt.

Thankfully, Han gave him a jacket to wrap around his waist.

The interview somehow went worse. The interviewer mostly ignored him, and when he didn't, he was straight up harassing Minho.

The interviewer stood next to Minho, slightly putting his hands up Minho’s skirt and shirt, as well as whispering sexual words in his ear.

He almost cried; it’s a miracle he didn’t.

Now he was at dance practice, his favorite time of day. He loved to dance, it being his escape from reality, like music was to 3racha.

"Minho! You're still behind on that last move, get it together!" The choreographer was steady on his back for some reason.

He thought he was doing pretty well. When he looked in the mirror, it looked the same as the rest of the group.

"You can leave if you’d like; we’ll make sure he gets it." Felix told the choreographer with a smile as he patted Minho on the shoulder.

Minho scowled and moved away from him; he didn’t want to be touched at that moment.

The choreographer nodded as he gathered his things, sending a pointed look at Minho before leaving.

"From the top! Don't slack off this time, Minho." Hyunjin was supposedly in charge of this dance practice.

They continued to practice for a few more minutes. Minho got called out multiple times; the others got a chance to rest, and yet he had to keep practicing.

"Why can’t you just do this? It isn’t that damn hard!" Hyunjin was covered in sweat and was close to yelling.

"I’m fucking tired! I’ve been doing the same damn moves for the past hour! My apologies if it isn’t perfect enough for you!” So maybe Minho was actually yelling at Hyunjin.

"We’re all fucking tired! It doesn’t give you the right to slack off and possibly ruin this group!" We’re just going to pretend that didn’t hurt Minho as much as it did.

"Ruin the fucking group? You and everyone in this damn group can go to hell for all I care!" He didn’t mean it. He cares for and loves everyone in the group.

"Then fucking leave! You’re just dragging us down anyway! If you hate everyone here, then fucking leave the group! We don’t want you here with us any fucking way!"

Everyone paused at Hyunjin’s words. Chan and Changbin even quit pulling them away from each other.

When did Chan and Changbin even grab them by the waist?

Why are his eyes watering?

"Fine." Minho whispered as he pushed Chan off of him and grabbed his bag. He quickly wiped his eyes as a tear slipped out.

He practically ran out of the practice room, ignoring the people calling his name and the footsteps behind him.

Hyunjin’s words were on repeat in his mind; as his head pounded and his body ached.

He managed to make it halfway down the street before stopping. It was thankfully dark outside, so not many people were out.

Something collided into Minho’s back, and he quickly wiped his eyes before turning around.

It was Seungmin.

Seungmin of all people had been the one to chase after him.

Minho stared at the younger boy before helping him off the ground. The younger accepted the help before pulling the older into a hug.

"Don’t leave, please. I want you, so please don’t leave." The younger had whispered, his voice seeming to crack.

Damn, Minho really wasn’t expecting this; he only wanted some apple juice.

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He noticed

He noticed everything that was going on.

He wanted to do something about it, but he just didn’t know how.

And now it was possibly too late; Minho could leave, and it would be all his fault.

Seungmin gripped onto Minho tighter, as if the older would disappear, which he might if Seungmin didn’t do something.

Seungmin could feel Minho shaking, or maybe it was himself. The September air had begun to get chillier, and the wind wasn’t helping that much either.

He felt Minho begin to pull away, and Seungmin knew that he should probably get him out of the cold, but he wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to keep Minho to himself; he wanted to hold him and never let him go.

But he had to get somewhere warm; he didn’t want his Minho to get sick.

He reluctantly pulled away from the hug before grabbing Minho by the hand and gently pulling the boy along with him.

He didn’t have a location in mind; many places were closed, but he had to do something.

He used his free hand to pull his phone out, thanking the gods when he saw that he still had a decent amount of battery left.

He ignored all the texts and calls from his members, deciding to just call Jeongyeon, hoping she’d know what to do.

"Seung? Do you have any idea what time it is?" She picked up on the second ring; it wasn’t a surprise. She always picked up his calls, even if they were so late.

"Sorry, Noona, but I just didn’t know who else to call!" He saw Minho’s confused face out of the corner of his eye.

Looking back at the older, he saw the stray tears that were still slightly falling down his face; he was shaking, either from the cold or all the crying he just did.

Seungmin couldn’t tell and didn’t care; he just wanted to take Minho somewhere safe and warm.

"It’s fine, Min! Where are you? What about your members? What’s wrong?" Jeongyeon had every right to be worried; Seungmin had called her in the middle of the night with no explanation and it sounded like he had been crying.

Although the mention of his members had Seungmin wanting to throw his phone across the road,

"My members are the problem! They're the reason we’re walking on the side of the road and could possibly get hypothermia!" They stopped in front of some random gas station that appeared to still be open.

"We? Who’s with you? And can you try and find some identifiable landmarks or something? Dahyun and I are on the way.”

Seungmin sighed with relief; his noonas were coming to get them. Soon, his Minho would be warm and safe.

He pulled them inside a gas station, going off towards a random corner so they’d be out of the way of anyone.

"I’m with Minho, and we’ve found a gas station. The Sea Station? Weird name for a gas station, but whatever." He ignored the offended look from the person working behind the counter.

He wasn’t lying, though. The sea station? Really? Of all things you could’ve named your gas station, they chose "The Sea Station"?

"We’ll be there soon. Don’t go anywhere!”She hung up the phone, and Seungmin immediately turned to check on Minho.

The older man had been silent the entire time, which is odd since he always had something to say.

Literally

His gaze softened when he saw the older, His eyes were red and slightly puffy, his cheeks had streaks from all the tears he shed, and his nose was a light shade of pink.

Honestly, the sight was heartbreaking. He hadn’t seen Minho this way since the survival show, when he had been eliminated.

Seungmin had cried then, literally almost drowning in his own tears.

"Hey, are you okay?" He knew it was a stupid question to ask, but he just wanted to make sure the boy was okay.

Minho didn’t speak, only shaking his head. He was staring at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

Seungmin smiled at the boy and checked his pockets for some money. He didn’t have that much considering he left his wallet back at the practice room.

"Let’s find something to snack on, okay? I know you’re hungry, so don’t even try to deny it." They walked around the gas station, trying to find something affordable yet tasty.

They found a few bags of chips, a candy bar, and some juice. Minho was practically beaming with joy when Seungmin bought apple juice.

Seungmin loves seeing Minho smile, and possibly being the reason for the smile made it even better.

If you were to ask Seungmin, he’d say it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The way his eyes would form into little crescents, it was just the most adorable thing Seungmin had ever seen.

"Do you want to sit outside or in here?" Seungmin had asked the boy after paying for the snacks, with Minho having to help out when they went over their little budget.

Minho pointed towards the door, still refusing to speak, but Seungmin had understood perfectly.

They sat outside on the sidewalk, huddling close to each other as they ate the snacks and drank their juice.

They mostly sat in silence, with only the sound of the chip bags scrunching up. Seungmin would occasionally make a bad or sarcastic joke about something.

"You know, I meant what I said earlier. I really do want you, so please don’t leave. At least not without me." They made eye contact before Minho looked away.

"I’m sorry." The first words Minho had spoken since going downhill were an apology.

Seungmin felt his heart break slightly, but was glad Minho was finally talking again.

Just as he was about to respond, he heard someone calling his name. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Jeongyeon and Dahyun.

The oldest hugged Seungmin as tightly as she could, subtly checking the boy for injuries. Dahyun doing the same with Minho.

"Are you boys okay? C'mon we’re taking you to our apartment." Seungmin made no effort to deny the offer, having learned a long time ago that the Twice girls would do anything they set their minds too.

The girls helped them gather the few items they had, mainly just Minho’s little duffel bag that he used for dance practice.

Seungmin grabbed Minho by the hand as the girls guided them to their car, with Jeongyeon driving and Dahyun in the passenger seat while the boys sat in the backseat.

As they were riding, Jeongyeon asked the boys a few questions, just wanting to see how they were doing.

Going down the road, Seungmin felt a sudden weight drop onto his shoulder. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Minho with his eyes closed and resting on his shoulder.

Poor boy must have warned himself out.

"Is he okay?" Dahyun had softly asked as she peered back, her gaze soft and filled with concern.

"I... don’t know. He hasn’t been this upset since the survival show... I should’ve done something to help him." Seungmin whispered as he gazed at Minho, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

"What happened? Why were guys even at a random gas station? The sea station is a dumb name for a gas station, by the way." See! She gets it! The Sea Station really was a dumb name!

"He and Hyunjin got into an argument, Hyunjin said some incredibly hurtful things, and so he ran out. I ran after him after screaming at Hyunjin... and now here we are."

Seungmin shifted slightly so that he was holding Minho by the waist, and he began to run his fingers through his hair.

Minho began to purr at the feeling that caused Seungmin to smile.

"You must really like him, then." The admiration in Jeongyeon's voice caused Seungmin to look up.

"I love him… He’s probably the only one in the group that either doesn’t ignore me or doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile. And now he might leave the group, all because I didn’t do anything to help him."

Seungmin’s voice cracked as he spoke; the urge to cry, to scream, to do *something* was overwhelming.

"Don’t worry; you can help him now. We’re here, so unless you can carry him, wake him up." Jeongyeon’s voice chimed in, effectively giving Seungmin a distraction from the possible breakdown.

Seungmin began to gently shake Minho awake, whispering to him to wake him up.

It took a few tries before Minho finally woke up. The older child whined a few times, not wanting to get up.

Seungmin guided the purple-haired boy into the Twice apartment building, being careful not to trip over anything.

"You guys can sleep in my room; I’ll room with Nayeon. You can use anything in the bathrooms." Jihyo had told the boys when she saw them enter the room.

Seumgmin thanked her as she gave her a slight hug as he passed her, thanking everyone that had helped them.

Seungmin and Minho pulled their shoes off, neither of them having the energy to take a shower; they’d simply do it in the morning.

He pulled Minho under the blankets with him, wrapping his arms around Minho’s waist as he began to softly rub his side.

"Did you mean what you said? That you wanted me?" Minho’s voice was so soft, sounding so small, that Seungmin had almost missed it.

He squeezed Minho’s waist a little tighter, pressing light butterfly kisses to his head and face.

"I did, in this life and the next ones after that. I’ll always want you, so please, don’t leave. If you do, then I’ll support your decision, but I’m going with you." Seungmin had whispered back, just as softly.

He heard Minho whine before said boy shoved his face in Seungmin’s chest, wrapping his arms tightly around the younger’s waist.

"I love you." Seungmin had almost missed it, but fortunately had not. He broke out into a wide smile, tightening his grip on the older.

"I love you, too." Seungmin said as he closed his eyes, the sleepiness and heaviness that the day had brought was finally catching up to him.

So, he gave a Minho one last kiss on his head before shoving his face in his scent gland, breathing in the strong scent of Lavender.

Which was odd considering Minho was a beta, his scent was very strong and not as neutral as the typical beta scent was.

Oh well, he’s worry about it in the morning, because sleep was finally beginning to pull him under.

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Darkness was everywhere he looked; he couldn’t even see anything in front of him.

The cold felt as if it were reaching into his bones; he could feel his teeth begin to chitter and his body slightly shake.

He tried to take a step forward, only to hit what felt like a wall. He put his hands up to feel around, only to be met with more walls.

"Minho." He paused at the sound of his name, whipping his head every which way to find its owner.

Despite being whispered, it still felt as if it had been screamed. His head was slightly pounding and his ears ringing as his name echoed in his head.

"Hello? Who’s there?" It sounded as if nothing came out, but Minho knew he said something—or at least tried.

"I told you! He's just a stupid boy; he’ll never be able to do anything right!" A man’s voice yelled out.

Minho froze; he recognized that voice, and every time they raised their voice, pain was sure to follow.

The walls began to change, becoming see-through as a light appeared. It was his members all sitting on the couch they had back at their apartment.

"What are you guys doing here?" Minho questioned; none of the boys in front of him even acknowledged his presence.

"Why do you even like him? He's such a dick to everyone here." Changbin asked as he looked at Seungmin.

Said boy only raised an eyebrow; a laugh seemed to escape from his lips.

"Minho? Who says I like him? He's just fun to play with." A twisted smile played at his lips, looking very wrong on the puppy-like boy’s face.

"Let’s make one thing clear: I don’t and never will like Minho. He’s annoying, ugly as hell, and just an overall waste of time. It’s just fun to play with him, like a little toy. You’d be surprised at how desperate he is.”

Minho felt his heart break at the youngster's words. He clenched his fists as he subconsciously threw a punch at the glass-like wall before resting his head against it, shivering slightly at the cool surface.

Is that all he was? just a toy for people to play with? He knew he was annoying and possibly a waste of time, but ugly? He thought he looked mediocre at best.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he was shoved to the ground. Looking up, he locked eyes with Seungmin; the boy was just smirking down at him.

His members were surrounding him, and if he listened closely, he could hear Namjoon and his pack laughing in the background.

He relaxed slightly at the sound of Yoongi’s voice in the background, although he was unable to make out what he said.

A harsh kick to his stomach was enough to make the relaxed feeling disappear. He let out a wheeze as he clutched his stomach, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him.

"Look at me when I’m speaking to you, or is that too hard for you to understand?" Seungmin spoke as he grabbed a fistful of Minho’s hair, yanking his back so his throat was on display.

A scoff was heard before he was thrown to the side. He felt hands grab on to him, pulling him to sit on his knees with his hands behind his back.

He stared up at the boy in front of him, shaking with fear and confusion.

"Do you have any idea how many rules you’ve broken?" Bang Chan asks as he pulls Minho’s head back before slapping him across the face.

"What... what are you talking about?" How would they ever find out about those rules? He hasn’t followed a single rule given by his parents since he was eighteen!

"Never make eye contact without permission; never eat more than one thing a day; never spend your time with someone other than your alpha; never talk without permission? You know what we’re talking about!"

What the fuck? How did they do all that? Who in god's name told them? My heats? They were never supposed to know anything about that!

Another kick was delivered, only this time to the face. Minho cried out in pain as his head flew to the side and blood began to trickle down his nose and the corner of his mouth.

"Now, I suppose it’s time for a punishment." As soon as the words left Seungmin’s mouth, a series of kicks, punches, stomps, and hits came pouring down all over Minho’s body.

Kicks were delivered to his face and stomach by Felix and Jeongin; punches were thrown by Changbin and Chan; stomps were thrown on his hands and chest by Hyunjin and Seungmin; and hits were harshly given to every inch of his body by Jisung.

Minho cried out as he tried to curl in on himself, trying to protect his vulnerable parts. only for it to be proved useless when Chan and Changbin forced him to uncurl.

He forced himself onto his back, putting his hands palm-side up and his neck bared for easy access to his scent glands.

He began releasing long, drawn-out whines as he waited for the submission to hopefully be accepted or acknowledged.

When a cold hand pressed itself to his neck and stomach, acknowledging the submission, that was when he decided to slowly open his eyes.

It was Yoongi.

Yoongi had been the one to acknowledge his submission; Yoongi was the one to save him from the harsh hands of his members.

Minho lunged at him, wrapping his arms around him and shoving his face into Yoongi’s neck, taking in the honey scent.

"Get up and sit on the bed." Minho’s face twisted into one of confusion before he looked around.

The glass-like walls had completely disappeared, replacing them with cream-colored bedroom walls with a bed in the far corner and a small bedside table beside it.

He slowly walked to the bed before sitting on the edge and waiting for Yoongi, who had disappeared.

He waited for what felt like hours before deciding to take a nap. Yoongi was here and would protect him, so he’d be safe to nap.

He dropped his head on the pillow, closing his eyes and not bothering to open them when he heard the sound of a door creaking open.

He felt the dip of someone climbing into the bed with him. only opening his eyes when he felt a kiss on his neck and a hand go up his shirt.

He sat up as quickly as he could, grabbing the hand and yanking it out of his shirt. His breath hitched when he saw Jay Park, an alpha he had always refused to associate with due to past issues.

Upon further inspection, Minho realized that the room had changed. The walls were exactly like they were earlier, made of glass.

Similar to earlier, his members were sitting on a couch again, only this time his BTS hyungs, along with Jeongyeon and Dahyun, were there.

They were all just staring at him and whispering; he couldn’t make out what they were saying, and he didn’t want to.

He was shaken from his thoughts once again when he felt hands pin him down. It seems that Jay had taken advantage of Minho being lost in thought, using the opportunity to pin him to the bed using his free hand.

Jay used his free hand to grope at Minho, squeezing and pinching at the skin he could get to. Minho began to panic when Jay grabbed at his pants, shoving his hand down them.

"Stop! Let me go, please! I’ll be good, just please stop!" Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he begged for Jay to stop.

He began screaming, kicking his legs and wiggling around as he continued to scream.

-•-

"MINHO! WAKE UP!" Minho sat up straight with a scream, tears running down his face as he sobbed.

He felt arms wrap around him before all hell broke loose in his mind. He released another terrified scream, and he shuffled backward, falling off the bed in the process.

He heard footsteps and whispers, which only exacerbated his panic. His back hit a wall or something as he pulled his knees to his chest.

"Shhh… Min-ah, you’re safe; everything is okay." Minho recognized the voice; he just couldn’t pinpoint who it was. However, that same voice was there when he had been hurt.

He released a long whine before he flopped on his side. turning his hands palm-side up and offering his throat. His body was still shaking as every sob wracked through him.

A warm hand pressed on his neck and stomach before gently grabbing him and pulling him up into a hug.

His breathing picked up even more at the feeling of arms wrapped around him; the scent of clean linen helped for a few seconds before he began to struggle against the hold.

"Calm down, lovely. You had a nightmare; I promise you’re safe." Fingers began to run through his hair, and only then did he begin to calm down.

Fingers running through his hair while trapped in a warm hug, all while having just woken up from a supposed nightmare? Sue him; he’s allowed to enjoy this.

"I’m sorry! Please, I’ll be good, I promise! "Don't hurt me again; I’m sorry!"

crying, begging, and apologizing

That’s all he’s good for. Well, that and being an annoying, ugly, waste of time.

He gripped onto Seungmin like a life as he sobbed into his chest.

"I’ve got you, love. No one’s gonna hurt you, I promise." Minho could feel himself being lifted before he was dropped back on the bed.

He pulled away and looked down at the bed, the messy blankets and pillows putting a slight itch under his skin.

He sniffled as he carefully began to rearrange them. He knew what he was doing, and he knew others could tell what he was doing.

But he didn’t care. He just wanted somewhere safe to hopefully lay down, somewhere he could hopefully get Seungmin to keep running his fingers through his hair.

He climbed in the middle before pulling in Seungmin and laid on his chest as he grabbed Seungmin’s hand and placed it in his head.

A chuckle and whispers were heard before, finally, Seungmin began to softly run his fingers through Minho’s hair.

Chapter Text

What is a home? Some would say it’s where your heart is; others would say it’s wherever your family or loved ones are; the rest would say it’s the place you feel happy, safe, or wanted.

If that was the case, then Minho had no home. Just a house, or an apartment in his case, filled with his things and the people that he wanted.

He wanted to roll his eyes whenever someone suggested that they should go home. That’s what happened this morning when Seungmin suggested it.

It’s not like they could stay at the Twice girl’s apartment for ever; Tzuyu was supposed to have a heat in a few days.

Which could not only triggered Minho’s heat but was also an invasion of privacy. Having someone you didn’t know or entirely trust, or if you simply didn’t want them there, could result in a lost omega.

Which was fucked up, Minho would know.

It’s almost happened to him before.

Seungmin held Minho’s hand as they waited for their driver to arrive. They could’ve called Chan or any of their members, but they didn’t face them or speak to them.

Besides, Minho was enjoying the feeling of having his younger members' attention on him and only him.

Even for only a few moments

The ride back to Stray Kids consisted of Seungmin whispering praise and compliments in the older boy's ear, the latter smiling as he softly talked about things he liked.

His cats were the main topic; Seungmin had memorized all their names and what they looked like.

Someone was finally interested in him and his babies!

They arrived back at the apartment, not noticing until the driver mentioned it.

Minho slowly stopped talking, reverting back to only nodding and shaking his head. He noticed the pout on the younger's face, and although he looked cute, Minho simply wouldn’t allow any pouting.

So, he gave Seungmin a light kiss on his cheek before grabbing his bag and pushing the button for the elevator.

Maybe kissing Seungmin on his cheek while trapped in an elevator was his best move, but it did make the brunette smile, and his slightly flushed face was probably the best reward he’d ever been given.

Technically, it was the only positive reward he’d ever been given, seeing as food and the permission to sleep shouldn’t even be considered rewards.

The long-awaited ding from the elevator was enough to grasp Minho’s attention, thankfully pulling him away from memories he remembered but didn’t want to think about.

Neither a panic attack nor a mental breakdown were necessary at that moment. He had more important things to worry about, like taking his pills and putting on his usual "Fuck you" attitude.

Okay, the "Fuck You" attitude was never not used, especially around his members, temporarily excluding Seungmin.

Reaching their apartment door, they heard people talking but were unable to clearly make out what they were saying.

"Minho… Leave… wanted… Seungmin… away…" Now, without context, this may look bad, but that’s exactly how Minho saw it.

He released Seungmin’s hand as he unlocked the door, quickly walking in and making a beeline to his room.

He didn’t want to talk to any of them, plus his pills would be wearing off soon.

They were probably already worn off.

"Min, wait a second! We wanted to talk to you about something." Chan said as he grabbed the omega's wrist, a small amount of pain shooting through it.

Chan hadn’t even grabbed him that harshly, but apparently he had hurt his wrist somehow.

Probably when he fell off the bed last night.

He flinched and ripped his injured wrist out of the leader's hold, swearing lightly as he gave his wrist a little shake.

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" Seungmin had noticed as Chan glared at him before reaching to grab his shorter hand.

"I’m fine, and no, he didn't. Not like he could, anyways. I’m going to take a shower; don’t bother me unless someone I care about is dying." Minho rolled his eyes as he talked, walking upstairs to his room.

He gathered some clothes, a simple oversized hoodie and shorts, along with the small bag he used for his habit.

He began to undress, going as slowly as he could. There was no reason to rush; besides, he didn’t want to see how ugly he had gotten.

That dream was still affecting him, possibly more than he’d like to admit.

He stared at himself in the mirror, taking in his features, the sound of the water running filling the silence.

Was he getting ugly? Maybe he should go back to only eating once a day; he was gaining fat on his body.

"No one wants an ugly omega; stop letting yourself go!" His mother's words ran through his head.

Maybe she was right; he should start taking her advice. Maybe then someone will actually want him.

He sighed as he began to examine his wrist; there was a dark purple bruise forming on it.

He can tell from experience that it's been sprained.

He opened his bag, taking out one of the blades. He’s been clean for a few months, so was he really about to lose his streak?

Yes, yes, he was.

He put the cold blade on his wrist, applying pressure, and he slid it across.

one for making Seungmin chase after him

A second for making Seungmin cry

A third for ruining his group

A fourth for not meeting Hyunjin’s standards

A fifth for allowing that interviewer to touch him

And five more after that for not being enough.

His wrist was covered in blood by the time he decided that it was good enough.

He climbed in, the water being too hot for his body and agitating his fresh cuts. He stood there for a few minutes, just enjoying the heat and silence.

He knows that he won’t be able to stay forever, but it doesn’t hurt to dream.

He started to wash his body, the soap stinging when it got in his cuts. He rinsed it off before starting to do his hair.

He reluctantly turned the water off before pulling the curtains back and reaching for a towel.

He dries himself off before putting on the shorts, bandaging the aftermath of his habit before putting on the hoodie, making sure all evidence of what he did was unnoticeable.

He walked back to his room, toweling off his hair. Sitting on the bed, he reached for his pills, quickly taking them before hiding them along with his habit bag.

He flopped backward, closing his eyes. He groaned when there was a knock at the door.

He really can’t get a moment of peace, can he?

"Are you okay to talk? They want to talk to you about something, apparently; I don’t know what, though." It was Seungmin.

They sent Seungmin to try to coax him out of his room.

Why does that work so well?

He hauled himself up, walking out the door and downstairs. The members were all sitting on one couch, some on the laps of others.

Minho sat in the single recliner chair, crisscrossing his arms over his chest.

Seungmin sat in the loveseat, which was close to where Minho was. None of their members were that close.

"So, before we start, we just wanna make sure that you’re... okay for this conversation? It’s nothing bad! I promise, you or anyone here is in trouble!" Chan was the first to start talking.

"I’m fine; hurry up and get this conversation over with. I got more important things to do." Was he being rude? Probably. He made a mental note to apologize for it later.

"It has come to my attention that the other day things... got a little out of hand. Is there anything we can do to make sure this doesn’t happen again?" Chan tried to ease the conversation, patting Hyunjin on the head when the younger visibly flinched.

Maybe this was an invitation for Minho to leave.

"I’ll do it. It’s what you guys want. I’ll talk to PD-nim about it tomorrow." Minho nonchalantly told the other with a shrug.

"What? Why do you need to talk to PD-nim?" Jisung was the one asking, looking slightly confused.

Minho sighed, massaging his headache as he could just feel the one that was on its way.

"If you guys want me to leave, then I’ll try and get it done as soon as possible. Although, I apologize in advance if it’s not quick enough."

Minho responded with an eye roll. They knew damn well what he was talking about.

"What?!" was the response he was given by everyone in the room.

"I don’t know why you’re acting surprised, especially you, Hyunjin. You were the one that said it."

Minho just wanted to go take a nap; he was tired, his wrists hurt, and he was hungry.

"I didn’t mean it! I swear, I didn’t!" Such stereotypical things to say.

"If you didn’t mean it, then you wouldn’t have said it. You might not have meant to say it out loud, but you were thinking. You also said that all of you wanted me gone. So I’m just giving you what you wanted.” He stated it as if it were common knowledge.

"But you’re pack! You can’t leave; you’re ours!" It was Felix, the youngest omega, who looked as if he was going to start crying.

He’s also wrong.

"Actually! I definitely don’t belong to any of you! I’m unmated and unmarked; I can do whatever and whoever I want. Do what you want with that information."

Minho was dropping hints, hoping they would pick up on said hints.

"But I don’t want you to leave! Can you please just stay here with us?!" Jisung was the one to speak, also looking as if he’d start crying or throwing his hands.

Or both, who knows?

"Stay here with you? And what will be ignored for another three years? I'd rather move back in with my parents." That was a lie. He would never go back to his parents, not even if his life depended on it.

"Just face the fucking facts! You guys don’t want me here! Never have and never will! Just give me a few days, and I’ll get out of your hair!"

Minho was getting tired of this conversation.

“How the fuck would you know that?! You’re never around long enough so that we can hang out! If anything, it’s you that doesn’t want to be here with us!” Well, excuse the fuck out of him. Hyunjin seemed to not be having it today.

"Excuse me?! I’ve stuck around for three damn years! I'm waiting for at least one of you to actually start sending some damn hints or a sign or something to let me know that you actually want me around!

And yet I got nothing! You guys go and spend the anniversary of when we debuted and when we got together without me.

Just open your eyes and come to terms with the fact that none of you want me! Neither as pack, as a mate, or as a member of Stray Kids!"

Minho had stood up sometime during his little rant; his hands were clutched into fists by his sides, his body shaking with slight rage as he fought the urge to cry.

Oh damn, did he really just admit everything just like that? It’s that easy? He really gave them the privilege of seeing him in a slightly vulnerable position, excluding Seungmin?

Wow

"I’m sorry! We’ll do better—I’ll do better! Just please don’t leave!" Hyunjin launched himself at Minho, grabbing the older man and pulling him into a tight hug.

Minho wrapped his arms around the younger boy out of pure instinct. He noticed how the blonde’s body was shaking, wracking with sobs.

"Hyung, please. I’m sorry, give me one more chance to make it right! I don’t want you to leave!" Hyunjin was barely able to get a sentence due to the way he was crying.

"Min-ah, please. I promise we’ll do better this time; just please give us another chance." Chan’s voice cracked as he spoke, and upon looking up, Minho saw the oldest was trying not to cry.

Maybe Minho had a thing for upset omegas, because literally all the omegas, excluding him, and the pack Gamma, Seungmin, were crying.

Probably his dumb omega instincts

He released a sigh as he pulled away from Hyunjin, wanting to look him in the eye.

"I’ll give you all 2 months to show me just how much you want me in this group. If you fail, then I will leave." He looked all of them in the eye as he spoke.

They all nodded as they finally relaxed, a few tears escaping.

"C’mon, let’s go take a nap. I’m tired." Jeongin, who had spoken for the first time that night, grabbed onto the people closest to him, which just so happened to be Changbin and Jisung, as he rushed up stairs.

"You have to join us; it’s mandatory now." Hyunjin mumbled out as he grabbed Minho and Felix by the hands, Minho grabbing Seungmin’s while the latter grabbed Chan.

Together they all made it to Chan’s room, seeing as his bed was the biggest, and all piled up with Minho in the middle.

The, unknown to the others, oldest omega fell asleep, surrounded by the people he, now known to the others, loved.

And it was probably the best sleep he’s ever gotten.

Chapter Text

Waking to not only being on top of someone, but also having many pairs of arms around him caused him to panic slightly.

Only for a few seconds before remembering everything that happened. He actually cried in front of them, not to mention the fact he told them everything.

Everything that had been bothering him, regarding them at least. If they really knew about everything that bothered him, everything that had happened to him then they’d probably be disgusted.

He a something shift under him before air blew in his face. The scent of cotton candy was clouding his senses and he really didn’t want to move.

He was comfortable as hell

"Good morning, baby. Think you can get up for a few minutes? I gotta pee." Hyunjin spoke calmly to the older as if he’d break.

Minho released a whine as he rubbed his face in the blonde’s stomach before he sat up, straddling the younger’s waist as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well, this is certainly something to see." Jisung’s voice was heard causing Minho to snap his head over.

The younger was standing by the door, leaning on the frame. His legs were on full display due to the shorts he was wearing and as much as he hates to admit it, Minho stared.

"You should see it from wear I’m sitting." Hyunjin nonchalantly said, although it seemed as if he was bragging.

Minho looked down at their position, eyes shifting between Hyunjin and Jisung before realization hit him.

He was straddling the blonde’s waist, someone’s omega while their alpha was present, without any kind of permission.

God damnit

He quickly jumped off of blonde as he tried to hop off the bed as well, only to get tangled in the blankets and fall on the floor.

A thud and a very loud "Fuck!" was heard throughout the whole apartment. He landed on his face, deciding to just lay there for few extra minutes.

Wondering where he went wrong in life to have ended up where he was

That’s probably a little dramatic, but oh well

"You okay? When I asked you to get up, I didn’t mean for you to fall off the bed!" Hyunjin and Jisung crouched in front of him, the older of the two helping him up.

"What happened? The fuck was up with the suspicious thud and unholy language?" Jeongin voice asked from near door.

Minho, who had finally managed to get off the floor, looked in his direction. Their youngest was leaning against the door, like Jisung had been, with an iced coffee in his hand.

"I fell off the bed, hurt like a bitch too." Minho rubbed at his nose as he spoke, walking towards the door.

"Let Chan or someone check you out make sure you didn’t break your nose. I would, but I failed all my biology and science classes. I can still check you out though, you’re fine as fuck!" His face heated up as Jeongin’s words.

He felt the younger’s eyes trail up and down his body as he sped walked to his room, seeing as it was time to take his pills and clean his wrist.

Cause he did not want to end up in a hospital due to infected cuts, not to mention he needed to have a heat soon.

But that’s a problem for another time

"When you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing, come downstairs! We want to ask you something and you get you some breakfast." Jeongin said before he hurried off, his name being called.

Minho just hurried into his room, locking the door behind him. He didn’t feel like taking another shower, he’ll just put on clean clothes and call it a day.

He took his scent blockers, but he felt his heart stop when he went to take his heat suppressants.

The bottle was empty, the blockers not being too far behind with only two pills left in the bottle.

Oh for fucks sake!

He can’t catch a break for the life of him

He groaned as he reached for his habit bag, taking out clean bandages and ointment. He carefully undid the old, nasty bandages before applying the ointment and rewrapping with clean, white ones.

His bruised wrist also ached from all the moving and pressure that his been applied from sleeping and falling off another bed.

The bruise had gotten darker, a mix of blues and purples were now standing out against his usually toned skin.

It looked ugly, making him look ugly in the process

But that was the least of his worries. Bruises come and go away over time, but how the hell was he gonna hide it from his members?

He searched through his habit bag, looking for the bruise gel he usually used for instances like this.

There was barely any left in the tube, but it would work for now. He squeezed everything he could get before applying it to his bruised wrist, the cooling effect taking affect instantly.

He wrapped that wrist too before throwing the tube away and hiding the habit bag again.

A knock on his door caught his attention, he hurriedly threw away the dirty bandages, empty bruise gel tube and the pill bottles.

He pulled his sleeves down as he opened the door with the most realistic fake smile he could manage.

"Hyunjin? Can I help you with something?" Minho subconsciously tilted his head to side like a puppy would.

Hyunjin stared at him for a few minutes, not saying anything. It made the older feel a little self conscious, pulling his sleeves down even further even though it wasn’t possible.

"Sorry for disturbing you, but I was wondering if you wanted to… go on a date with me?" He muttered out the main point of his sentence, as if he was hesitant to ask.

Shock and surprise adorned the smaller’s features because why would someone like Hyunjin ever want to go out with someone like Minho?

Hyunjin was beautiful, talented, the ideal omega and perfect in every way, while Minho was ugly, broken, the absolute worst omega, and the most horrendous thing to ever exist.

"You don’t have to if you don’t wanna! I Was just wondering if you would!" Hyunjin’s words were quickly spoken.

Minho blinked, he had been staring for too long, his face flushed out of embarrassment.

"Uh… who’s all gonna be there?" He asked, he didn’t want to be around that many people, not having the patience or energy.

"I was hoping for it to be just us… but if you want one of the others to come along then that’s fine too!" He exclaimed as he stared at his hyung.

Hyunjin’s eyes were filled with hope as he stared expectantly at Minho, awaiting his answer.

And as said before, he had a soft spot for other Omegas and those younger than him.

"Yeah… just you though, please. When are we leaving?" He asked as a smile appeared on his face at sight of Hyunjin lighting up like a child on Christmas morning.

"I was hoping to go at around 12 o’clock, if that’s okay with you?," He paused as he looked at the other, smiling bigger when he nodded, "Great! Dress comfortably! See you in a bit!"

The tall omega gave him a quick hug before running off to god knows where to do who knows what.

Minho flushed slightly, not expecting the sudden hug, as he watched the blonde disappear around a corner.

He stood still for a second longer, trying to process what the fuck that was. He released a sigh of contentment as he shut the door back before deciding to take a shower.

He had a reason too now

His shower was quick, at least that’s how it felt, the power sob he had made it go faster than he wished for.

He was quick to climb out, wrapping a towel around himself before walking out and to his closet.

He wanted to feel pretty and pretty clothes always did the trick for it.

He decided to wear another skirt, liking how they felt. Dancing and moving around in them always felt easier, more free, more… him.

He chose a yellow plaid crop top with a matching yellow plaid skirt, a black jean jacket was put on just in case they went somewhere cold, chains and a black bag pulling the outfit together.

He decided to put on a necklace, a simple gold chain with an ‘M’ on it. His hyungs from BTS had bought it for him on his 20th birthday.

He loved wearing it

He brushed his hair before running his fights through it, deciding it looked good enough to be left alone.

He put his important items in the bag before walking out the door, the time reading 11:30. He had gotten ready with thirty minutes left to spare.

That’s not too bad

He walked downstairs and to living room, Hyunjin was there talking with the others. Although, all conversations stopped when he walked in the room as they eyed him.

He shifted around under their gazes, it felt as if he was being judged.

Of course he was being judged! What was he thinking? Wearing something like this in front of his members? He probably looked fucking dumb!

He pulled down his skirt, more of his stomach showing in the process

"Why are guys staring? I know I’m ugly, but damn!" He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen and headed straight to the fridge.

He heard many footsteps from behind him, he ignored it as he looked through the fridge before closing it.

There was no fucking apple juice!

"You’re not ugly!" Said Felix

"You look cute, but never ugly!" Hyunjin cried out, sounding kinda desperate.

Words of encouragement, compliments and praise spilled from everyone’s lips.

"Honestly, I’d tap that." Changbin’s voice and words stood out the most, making everyone fall silent as they stared at him in shock.

Minho’s eyes comically widen, mouth open slightly as his face and neck began to to turn a bright shade of pink.

"Same, though! He’s a got nice set of thighs and ass." Jeongin’s sly voice made its through the silence.

Everyone staring with wide eyes as they watched their youngest slap the cat-like boy on his ass and brushing his hand up his bare thighs.

Receiving a high five and a kiss on the cheek from Changbin and Jisung.

Minho was red by the time the young alpha had finished. He resembled a cherry tomato by the end of all the teasing from the younger boys.

"Um… what did you guy want to talk about? Jeongin, you mentioned it earlier?" He slightly stuttered out, mentally cursing himself for it.

"Oh right! We were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us later? Like a date?" The fox-like boy said with a smile as he looked Minho up and down.

"Later? But, Hyunjin and I are going out in like… ten minutes?" He was confused, the blonde had said it would just be them.

The boys all turned to the tall blonde, many playful glares and one confused look being thrown his way.

"And we are! They can do a rain check on the group date, but I get first dibs!" A smirk played at his lips as he spoke, he gave a smile before grabbing a dumbfounded Minho’s hand and pulling him out the kitchen.

He was pulled to the front door and waited for the tall omega to put on his shoes before being pulled out the door.

A conversation being heard just before the door completely shut

"Babe, stop staring at his ass."

"I’m sorry, it’s just so perfect! Also, Dibs on the next solo date!" Groans being heard after the words were said.

Chapter Text

Minho was pulled by Hyunjin all the way to the front of the building, the younger refusing to let go.

But he didn’t mind, actually enjoying the feeling of the boy’s hand holding his own. They were quite soft and bigger than his own, fitting perfectly in them.

"It’s going to take a while to get there, so get comfortable, okay?" Hyunjin’s voice broke the silence as he ushered the older boy to get in the car.

Minho only nodded; somehow he hadn’t noticed the driver pulling up, which was not a good thing.

It meant that he was lowering his guard, that he was allowing himself to be vulnerable and open to people.

In return, giving others the opportunity to hurt him, the opportunity to make him pay for all the wrongdoing he has done over the years, and the opportunity to use him.

He had to fix that before something bad happened.

"You okay? You're unusually quiet." Hyunjin asked, breaking the silence that fell upon them.

Minho looked at the taller boy, giving a slow blink as he moved his eyes over the boy beside him, taking in the boy who was now suddenly paying attention to him.

And goddamn, was he fine as fuck!

He was wearing a loose black button-up that showed off his arms and collarbones and was tucked into black skinny jeans. A black belt and the usual Converse shoes tied the look together.

Why didn’t Hyunjin tell him what he was going to wear? They could’ve matched!

Honestly, now Minho is offended; he wanted to match!

"Why didn't you tell me?" Minho asked as he stared at the blonde, offense and hurt showing on his face as he put a hand on his chest, dramatically slumping against the seat.

"Tell you what?" A smile adorned Hyunjin’s lips as pure admiration was shown through his eyes.

It caught Minho off guard for a second before the older man also smiled.

"What you were going to wear! We could’ve matched, but no! Now we look like a bee being taken for a walk by some sexy guy." Minho mainly gestured to what he was wearing.

He felt like a bee, which is funny since he’s slightly allergic to them.

He shifted himself so that he was facing the perfect omega beside him, crossing his arms as he stared at him with a pout.

Hyunjin just chuckled, finding the sight of a pouting Minho to be absolutely adorable.

"We can match next time! That way my adorable little bee can be spoiled and the sexy guy can do so in peace."

A smirk appeared on the blonde’s face as he stared Minho up and down, placing a hand on his thigh as he rubbed it with his thumb.

Minho looked at the hand that was currently on him before darting his eyes to the owner of said hand, not quite understanding what the taller man meant by the last line.

What did he mean by that? Spoiled in what way? More dates? More apple juice? What does that have to do with my thighs, though?

Oh

His face flushed at the realization. He covered his face with his hands as he did so. He wasn’t prepared for that; the subtle impression of that happening literally came out of nowhere.

Has Hyunjin always been like this? Does he say stuff like that to the others as well?

The world may never know.

"I’ve never seen a blushing bee before, so glad I got the chance; they’re so pretty." The teasing tone was highly evident in the younger’s voice, only making the older flush more.

He really needs to get his shit together.

Showing people how their words and actions were affecting him was a sign of weakness, and weaknesses only enabled him to get hurt.

Which is something he wouldn’t allow; he wouldn’t give anyone else that opportunity.

Never again

"Hey… You okay? Did I take it too far?" Hyunjin’s once-teasing voice was now laced with worry and confusion.

Minho hadn’t realized it, but his smile had disappeared, and the shine in his eyes that held happiness dimmed, showing only sadness, worry, and caution.

He did the opposite of what he wanted to do.

Wow, such a failure.

"I’m sorry if I did... I'll stop if you want." Hyunjin spoke in a calm manner, as if he were trying not to startle the older.

"It’s okay, I’m okay... and you don’t have to stop." He forced a smile back on his face, hoping for it to seem real.

It must’ve worked since the blonde didn’t comment on it.

Thank fuck

"Sir, we’ve arrived." The driver cut it, causing Minho to go look out the window. A large building came into view with the words "Build-A-Bear" written on it in large letters.

Hyunjin had taken him to the build-a-bear workshop for their date.

Minho would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited.

He was practically vibrating from the excitement, having always wanted to go but never gotten the chance due to his childhood.

"Excited?" Hyunjin’s voice made its way to his ears, and the love and adoration were highly noticeable.

It made the oldest feel fuzzy inside.

He couldn’t even tell if it was a good thing or not.

The boy jumped out as soon as the car stopped, pulling the blonde along with him. They went to the front desk, Hyunjin paying despite Minho's offering, saying something about how it was his turn to be spoiled.

It shut the older one up real quick.

They decided to match, picking out a pink and green frog. Minho insisted on it, and who was Hyunjin to deny him?

"What if we recorded each other’s messages?" Hyunjin asked, looking at the older with expecting eyes.

Minho smiled and said, "Don’t say anything dumb, though!" as he handed his frog to the blonde.

They recorded the messages, handing them back to each other before it was time to pick the clothes and accessories for them.

"We have to match their outfits, too! Can we put these on them?" Minho looked up at Hyunjin, with his arms full of small shirts, overalls, and shoes.

Hyunjin stared for a few minutes, taking in the sight of the older. He looked so happy, so relaxed, and just so cute as he looked up at the blonde with bright, wide eyes.

He gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak, as he would probably just squeal due to how cute he was.

Minho bounced up and down from the excitement as he walked over to one of the little changing stations, clothing items in hand, and Hyunjin watched for a few seconds before following with the frogs in hand.

"Do you want the blue or yellow shirt? I'm taking these pins and shoes, unless you want them." Minho asked as he laid everything out before taking his pink frog from Hyunjin.

"This day is all about you, so you can take first pick." Hyunjin said as he stood beside Minho, giving him a pat on the head in the process.

Minho looked at him, seemingly unsure, before he reached out and grabbed the items he wanted.

A yellow sweater-like shirt with the jean overalls, one of the buttons being yellow, and the small black shoes Pinning the rainbow, the "laugh," and the heart pins to the overalls

Hyunjin grabbed the opposite items. The small blue flannel-like shirt, a matching pair of jean overalls, both buttons being a dark silver color, and the converse-like shoes Pinning the blue shoe and yellow smiley face to the overalls

Minho thought they looked cute, smiling at the thought of having something like that given to him by one of the people he liked.

Well… Like wasn’t a strong enough word to describe it.

He loved Hyunjin, and there was no doubt about it.

Hyunjin just didn’t love him back.

But that’s okay.

"Wanna get more clothes for them? You can get as much as you want.” The blonde sounded sincere, making the purple-haired man look at him suspiciously before shrugging.

He pulled the taller back over to the clothes, picking out seven more outfits and three more pairs of little shoes.

He was like a kid in a candy shop.

"Are we good now?" Hyunjin asked as he looked at the boy, his eyes still filled with love and adoration.

So weird

Minho nodded, shifting his arms a bit to not drop the clothes and frog, almost doing so in the process. Luckily, the blonde grabbed the frog to avoid it hitting the floor.

They walked over to the counter to pay for the extras they put on the frogs. It only came to about twenty-five dollars, not that much, but it made the short omega feel bad.

He should’ve paid for it; Hyunjin shouldn’t be wasting his money on him.

He’ll pay him back for it.

They bought the extra accessories, deciding to just carry the frogs out with them.

They held hands as Minho skipped to the car, letting go before climbing into the back seat with Hyunjin, quickly grabbing his hand again.

"To the next place, please." Hyunjin told the driver as the boys put on their seatbelts.

Minho looked in confusion as they drove off, their seeming to know where to go despite no one specifying.

"Where are you going?" He voiced his confusion, looking to the blonde for an answer.

"You’ll see when we get there; it’ll take a while to get there." Hyunjn gave another smile, giving Minho nothing to go off of.

They talked the entire way there, more like Minho talked, and Hyunjin listened with a love-struck look on his face.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Minho wondered out loud, cutting himself off from another long rant about his cats.

"Like what?" Hyunjin asked, confusion evident in his tone as he continued to stare with a love-struck gaze.

"Like a lovesick puppy! You practically have hearts for eyes." Minho exclaimed, huffing when he finished as he hugged the pink frog to his chest.

"Because I’m with you? Who wouldn’t be a lovesick puppy for you?" He seemed genuinely confused, yet so honest about it.

’You guys for almost three years.’ ****Minho thought bitterly to himself; he’d be lying if he said the neglect wasn’t still affecting him.

Then again, you can’t really blame him.

He said nothing, only staring for a few seconds before giving a silent nod.

The rest of the car ride was mostly in silence, neither of them knowing how to strike up a conversation after the one they just had.

The sun was starting to set, and Minho was staring out the window to watch the sunset, as he’s always found it to be quite beautiful.

"We’re here." The driver said as he pulled up to a building. It was quite tall, but not many were there.

"C’mon… you’re gonna love this!" Hyunjin pulled him out of the car once it stopped, the older boy still clutching onto the frog.

They walked into the building, revealing a restaurant of sorts. A woman walked up to them as soon as they entered, asking about a reservation.

Once given the name, they were led to an elevator. They climbed in, going all the way up to the roof.

Minho gasped in surprise when the doors opened again. The roof had lights strung around it, a table with food that was still steaming, and a pile of pillows and blankets in another corner of the room.

The sky was now barely lit by the sun, and the moon was making its appearance. It was beautiful in the older man’s eyes; he had always loved the night sky, and it always did him a favor by offering comfort after a rough day with his parents.

He felt Hyunjin grab his hand, slightly pulling him over to the table and pulling a chair out for him, gesturing for the older man to sit down.

Doing as told, he scanned the food, noticing that he’d actually be able to eat it without gaining that much weight.

"I hope you enjoy it, but you can always order something else if you’d like." Hyunjin sounded so happy, so content, and so in love.

And it was all because of Minho.

Honestly, he could cry at the mere thought, but he won’t, at least not in public.

"It’s fine! Perfect, actually! Thank you... for today." Minho means it, too. Everything about their day has been so perfect, and he is grateful for all of it.

Hyunjin only patted his hand, giving a smile as he began to eat. Minho did the same, taking in every bite, and damn, that shit was good.

They finished off their food quickly, eating as if they were starving, and moved onto dessert, just a simple brownie with ice cream of their choice.

That shit was good, too, if the moans they released at the taste were anything to go by.

Once done, they decided to go lay on the blankets, with Minho taking charge of arranging them in a more comfortable manner.

They laid on their backs as they stared up at the stars, occasionally pointing out constellations that they saw.

"You know… I’m really sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not making you feel wanted or loved, for neglecting you, and for everything that I didn’t do when I should’ve. I promise, I’ll do better if you give me the chance.”Hyunjin turned to face Minho, his voice calm and quiet.

He decided to do something bold, well, bold for him at least, so he leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek before climbing on top of him in the same position they were in that morning.

"You know, I’ve been in love with all of you for over three years, before we even debuted, actually. I almost gave up, and I will if nothing improves in the time I’ve given."

Minho paused, taking a moment to gather the exact words he wanted to say as he noticed the hurt and regret appearing in the younger’s eyes.

"But, it’s okay; I should’ve said something earlier, but I didn’t, so you’re not entirely at fault. None of you are, so of course you’re all getting a chance. Maybe things will work out; hopefully those three years don’t go to waste."

When he finished, he gave a few more kisses—on his cheeks, neck, nose—just anywhere that wasn’t his lips. He noticed Hyunjin go to kiss him on the lips, and only then did he pull away.

"No mouth kisses on the first date, Jinnie!" Minho giggled out as he rolled back over to lay beside the now whining omega.

He barely spoke for the rest of the night, the older man beginning to grow tired. Hyunjin must’ve noticed because he was now being pulled up.

The rest was mainly a blur; he remembers Hyunjin paying, and that was it; he must have blacked out or something because the next thing he knew, he was being carried into a room.

He felt his shoes being pulled off, hearing someone talking to him but being unable to make out the words or who it was.

He was gently laid into a bed, a blanket being pulled over him, and multiple people sliding in beside him.

Caramel, brownies, cotton candy, freshly baked bread, and clean linen clouded his senses, letting him know the younger ones were now with him.

He allowed himself to be lulled into sleep, the fingers in his hair helping him finally lose complete consciousness.

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It’s been raining quite a lot these past few days, not to mention they’ve been a bit busier with schedules.

Nothing too bad, they all could handle it just fine

Although, the younger ones were complaining about not being able to take the second oldest out on a date.

To say that Minho wasn’t even the slightest bit disappointed was both an understatement and a lie.

He had so much fun on the little date with Hyunjin, that he was looking forward to what the others possibly had planned.

The problem though, is that his thoughts likes to run wild and the busyness from schedules could only do so much.

It was mainly when he was alone, usually when showering, or when the others were asleep, as he now usually slept with them.

The self doubt, urges to use his blades, the need to throw up everything he ate, was becoming too much for the omega to handle.

He gave in to the urges most of the time, wrists, and part of his upper arms, were now covered in either fresh or healing cuts.

Throat usually sore from forcing himself to throw up, usually nothing came up, but be forced it anyways.

The only thing that occupied his thoughts was self doubt, his parents, his members and his stupid childhood.

Luckily, there were no nightmares. He has no idea what he could possibly say if he had one while sleeping with his boys.

He hasn’t even given Seungmin a proper explanation yet, and it’s been over a week!

“Hyung! I’d like to speak to you, Hyung!” Jeongin’s voice shook him out of his thoughts.

Literally

The youngest was holding him by the shoulders and shaking him, whining about something.

He didn’t mind, most of the time, but with how things have been going for him lately, it was not the best decision that Jeongin could of made.

Which is why he hissed, only slightly, but it was still noticeable. It made the young Alpha freeze for a few seconds before carefully releasing him.

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t why I did that.” His voice lowered, worried about how the young alpha would react.

Even though Jeongin was younger, he was still an Alpha, which automatically meant he superior to Minho.

The omega was worried

He hadn’t hissed at an alpha in years, the last resulting in very hot water being forced down his throat, and it was not a good time.

Who knows what Jeongin would do! He was the youngest, the pup of the pack! Not only was he strong as hell, but he also had the member, his pack, his mates, wrapped around his finger.

Maybe they’ll make the punishment painless? Hopefully, they don’t do anything too harch, his body probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“It’s okay! I won’t push it next time, you okay, though?” Concern was evident in the younger’s voice, his head tilted to side slightly as he look the omega up and down.

Minho’s nerves relaxed ever so slightly. Maybe there wouldn’t be a punishment? Maybe they can ignore his little slip up?

He hopes so

“Oh… What did you need?” Minho took a small step back, keeping his eyes glued to the floor as to not make eye contact.

“Well, Binnie Hyung wanted me to come get you, but I was hoping for you to give you something really quickly beforehand!” Jeongin exclaimed as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.

It was honestly an adorable sight, the wide smile on his face that showed off his dimples, the bouncing that made his hair move around ever so slightly, and just… him.

Jeongin in general was just adorable

“What is it? Changbin can wait a few extra minutes!” The excitement was contagious, as it usually was whenever it had something to do with Jeongin

Or Felix… Felix and Jeongin always had a way of brightening up anyone’s mood

But this isn’t about Felix

The taller grabbed the shorter by his wrist and pulles him upstairs to his shared room with Seungmin and Felix.

When they reached the room, the stronger released the smaller and walked over to his dresser.

He dug around in a drawer for a few minutes before pulling out a small bag and handed it to Minho.

It was normal small, brown paper bag that had something inside of it. He reached in, hand making contact with a soft, velvety cloth.

He pulled it out, a little black ring box now sat in the palm of his hand. After sitting the bag down, he opened it to see a silver ring with a purple butterfly atop of it.

“I, uh, saw it when I was out shopping a few days ago, and it reminded me of you. I hope you like it!” Jeongin spoke out, voice layered with slight nervousness, a little hesitation, and excitement.

Jeongin grabbed the ring from him before slipping it on to the older’s right ring finger, holding his hands for a few minutes longer than necessary before releasing it.

Minho stared at his finger, now accompanied by a purple butterfly. A smile began to appear on his face as he look at it before grabbing the younger and hugging him.

“Thank you, Innie! I love it, but you really didn’t have to get it! Just you being here with me is more than enough!” Minho hugged the boy as tightly as possible, nearly squeezing the life out of him before pulling back slightly.

“But I did! I like you and I need you to realize that, and you better get used to ‘cause imma shower you gifts every chance I get!” The determination in Jeongin’s was enough for Minho to know he would not be changing his mind.

He sighed before looking into his eyes, tilting his head slightly he went in his tip toes and planted a kiss to the youngers cheek.

Jeongin’s eyes seemed to brighten for a split second as he released what could only be classified as the cutest giggle Minho has ever heard before he attacked the older in kisses.

Kisses were littered all over his face, but never on his lips, and the older was thankful for it.

“Okay, Okay! Let’s go see what Binnie wanted, kay? I shouldn’t keep him waiting for too long!” Minho released a laugh as the alpha placed another kiss on his cheek.

“Actually, you can keep going! Although, you should rotate a little to left so I can get a better view.” The voice of the mentioned short alpha was heard behind.

Upon whipping his head around, he saw the so called dark rapper leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

Why does everyone in this house lean against the door frame? And why do Changbin’s arms look so fucking tasty?

He shamelessly stared, and he had every right. Changbin was hotter than a slide on a hot summers day.

“God damn… He can choke me out with his arms any day of the week, respectfully.” He supposedly thought to himself as he continued to stare at the alpha.

A laugh from behind broke him out of his thoughts, causing him to flush as he looked at the ground with a hand over his face.

“Respectfully… Me, too!” Jeongin wheezed out in between laughs as if it was the funniest thing he’s heard all week.

“Wow, hyung, you haven’t even gone your date yet and you already trying to get it on!” A voice that was easily recognized as Jisung chimed in.

When did he even get here?

Looking up, he saw the quokka boy standing behind the dark rapper with the others.

Had they really all gathered here at the most embarrassing time?

“Relatable! Binnie can get it at anytime and any place.” Felix chimed in as he grabbed ahold of Changbin’s arm, fulling leaning on it.

Words of agreement filled the room and hallway, making Minho want to curl up into a ball and die.

“I didn’t mean to say it out loud!” Came the only response from a beet red Lee Know, who was crouched down on the floor with his covered.

His voice cracked in the middle of sentence for absolutely no reason, it only aided in his embarrassment.

“…But ya did it anyways, and there’s no need to be embarrassed about it! We can arrange a choke day for ya!” Jeongin’s voice came from above him, the teasing evident in his tone.

Minho groaned before standing up and walking to the door with the velvet box his ring came in.

The boys parted, a few releasing giggles while other gave more teasing remarks.

The omega grabbed Changbin by the wrist and pulled him along with him to his room. Once hidden within the safety of his room, he released a sigh and dropped Changbin’s hand.

He let out a string of curses, the younger watching in amusement as the older tossed himself onto the bed only to bounce off.

The inhuman laugh the short alpla let out was a tale for another day

Mimho laid on the floor, face down on the hardwood as he questioned his life choices for the fifth time that day

And it was only 2:00pm

“You ready to get up, yet?” Changbin’s voice was heard from above before a finger made contact with his side.

The smirk was evident in voice, the short fucker thought this was funny!

It was, Minho even laughed at himself when he hit the floor.

Kinda hurt, though

He hauled himself before sitting on the bed, sliding back until his back hit the wall. He looked at the shorter before patting a spot beside him.

Changbin climbed up beside him, they sat in silence for a few minutes before the rapper broke it.

“So, I was wondering if you’d go on a date with me later? You don’t have too, we can even invite someone else to come along if it’d make you more comfortable.” The younger gazed at him out the corner of his eye, grabbing his hand and holding it.

“Of course, I will, but would it be okay if… we didn’t go anywhere to crowded?” He made eye contact with the older, squeezing his hand ever so gently.

“I already had that in mind, so no need to worry about that, and we’re not planning to leave until 4:30pm. Is there anything specific you wanna do though?” He stayed looking at Minho, love and adoration filled his eyes.

“Hmm… Can we match our outfits? That’s literally the only thing I can think of.” He stated with seriousness.

He really wanted to match outfits with at least one of them!

Changbin nodded with a smile on his face before he turned to look down at their entwined hands.

They sat in silence, letting their minds drift as they played on their phone.

One wondering how the date will go, how he’ll prove himself, how he’s going to show how much he cares and loves the other.

The other’s mind was a complete mess of thoughts about the date, thoughts on what the others would be doing with him - if they do anything at all, thoughts about his beloved cats, thoughts on he hungry and tired he was, thinking about he just wasn’t trying hard enough and that he didn’t deserve any of the treatment he was getting.

Changbin felt a weight drop on his shoulder, looking over he saw the oldest fast asleep.

He smiled as he shifted to lay the older down and into a more comfortable position before getting up to leave.

“…Stay here…” Came the voice of the older, heavy with sleep as he weakly pulled the younger towards him.

Changbin sighed before climbing in the bed and wrapping his arms around the older, who practically melted in the alpha’s arms.

Chanbin set an alarm so that they wouldn’t over sleep, setting it for 3:55pm before dropping it on the bed.

They laid like that for awhile, at one point Chan came in to check on them, only to cover them up and turn the lights off.

Yeah, and he got light teasing for the bright smile he just couldn’t shake off

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The alarm sounded throughout the room, making him roll over as he wished for the sound to stop.

He only opened his eyes when he felt some shake him, effectively making his turn towards them.

"Hyung, wake up. There’s been a change in plans." Changbin whispered, voice filled with guilt and sadness.

Minho reluctantly sat up, rubbing the left over sleep from his eyes as he let out a yawn.

He let out a hum as he looked to the alpha expectedly, a sleepy smile washing over his features.

He looked like a sleepy kitten

"Chan hyung says the manager called and apparently I, as well as most of the others, have a late scheduled interview and photoshoot to do." Changbin said as he got off the bed, standing to the side as he stared down at the older.

"We’re gonna have to reschedule the date, I’m so sorry." He sighed as he waited for some kind of reaction from the taller.

Minho blinked before slumping forward slightly with a pout, disappointment and sadness filling his eyes.

He was really looking forward to the date, the thought of spending time with one of his members again filled him with so happiness that he could practically burst.

"Oh… that’s okay, we’ll just reschedule it for a different day!" He tried to sound reassuring, he can’t tell if he succeeded though.

"I’m really sorry and I hope I can make it up to you later if you let me! Jisung will be home, though, so you won’t be completely alone." He was still speaking in a whisper, eyes still sorrow filled.

Minho only nodded before plopping forward onto his stomach, burying his face in his blanket.

He felt the small alpha pat his head before a small kiss was placed. The sound of footsteps followed by a door opening then closing was enough to signal Changbin leaving.

He laid there for a few minutes, listening in on the conversation going on downstairs even though he couldn’t make out what was being said.

The rest of his day had suddenly been cleared, so what now?

Usually he just plays games on his phone or goes over to the BTS apartment, but should he try doing something else?

He sighed as he sat up, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them to his sides.

Wincing at the ache shooting through his wrist, the bruise looked worse than it had before.

A disgusting dark purple with black had completely covered a section of it, which made it incredibly sensitive to even the slightest of touches.

Maybe he should just tell someone about it?No, of course he can’t. It would only create a hassle for both him and the group.

Telling someone meant that the company could possibly get involved, which would result in evaluations that he personally wanted nothing to do with.

Not to mention that the alphas and gamma would be up his ass about it, monitoring his every move to ensure that he wouldn’t get hurt again, which would make the omegas upset.

He would know, having gone through all this before. It ended with another huge argument about how he shouldn’t be trying to steal attention away from the younger members.

He released a sigh before standing up and stretching. He gathered some clothes along with his usual bath stuff before heading to the bathroom.

He decided to just take a bath upon entering, not having the energy to stand for a shower. He clogged the drain before turning on the hot water, adding some bubbles he bought a while ago.

He began undressing, deciding to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, knowing it would make his mood worse than it already is.

He should just cover up all mirrors in his room at this point; looking in them only fuels his self-hatred, which in turn causes his wrists to become more scared.

He lowered himself into the hot bubble bath once it was full, sinking down until only the top of his head was visible.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he allowed himself to relax. Although he made the mistake of allowing himself to think,

His mind began wondering; he thought back to everything that had happened.

The treatment he received from his parents that left many mental and physical scars; the stupid rules he had to follow for years; and the coping mechanisms he developed as a result of it

It all affected his relationship with the Stray Kids, too. The amount of time he’s had to hold back the need to flinch backwards whenever one of them gets too close or yells; the fear of confronting them; the way he does what the alphas say automatically without question or backtalk.

It was all because of his parents; they really messed him up.

But Stray Kids had a part in it at some point in time.

He pouted when he recalled the treatment he had received during those three years.

Them leaving him out, especially on their anniversaries; being left out or "forgetting" to invite him; making him do all the apartment chores; and the list goes on.

The moments he hated most were when they insisted, practically begged, that he take a small single room when they moved in to their new apartment, that, and the jokes.

The jokes were the absolute worst; way worse than having to clean the entire apartment alone while the others did nothing; worse than having to take the single small room because no one wanted to share with him; and he just absolutely hated it overall.

He’s asked them to stop on multiple occasions, saying that they make him upset, but they didn’t listen. He laughed it off, saying they were joking and he shouldn’t be taking it so seriously.

He never brought it up again, coming to the conclusion that his feelings didn’t matter and that he should just learn how to take a joke.

He remembers everything they’ve done to him, and as much as he’d like to just leave and move on, he just couldn’t.

He’s been longing for the love he could only get from a pack, longing for the feeling of being wanted and loved, and he still has yet to get it.

His BTS hyungs can only do so much, and while they have made him feel wanted, he sees them more as brothers.

What does he have to give up in order to get the love, attention, and support that he desperately wants?

His body? It’s littered with ugly scars and bruises, and no one wants something so tainted.

His mind? It’s pretty fucked up, so unless someone is planning to fuck it up more than it already is, then that’s also useless.

His love was out of the question; he’s been showing everyone nothing but love and support.

His life was the only other thing he could think of. Although the only way to give someone a life is to have a child,

But you can take a life. He’s thought about taking his own life before; instead of having a good reason for crying, he can just take his own life and give everyone else a reason to cry.

People usually starts caring for, loving, and wanting someone after they’ve passed away, so maybe it’ll work for him too?

He noticed a few tears rolling down his face but made no effort to wipe them away. He just laid there in his now-cold bath that no longer had bubbles.

He continued to think about everything. Why couldn’t he just turn his thoughts off?

Why does it have to be so loud?

Are thoughts supposed to be this loud?

Why can’t his mind just shut up?

Please, just shut up; he can't deal with it anymore!

He shot up at the sound of muffled knocking—someone was knocking on the bedroom door.

He shoot his head as he stood up, unplugging the tub in the process. He reached for his towel, drying off quickly before wrapping the towel around his body.

He walked out and to the bedroom door, which was technically unlocked; he just didn’t feel like yelling from the bathroom.

He yanked the door open, putting his scared and bruised arm behind his back.

He wiped his eyes, trying to get the tears to stop flowing before putting on a smile.

It wasn’t even slightly convincing, especially because the tears wouldn’t stop.

"I'm in order—why are you crying?" It was Jisung, standing in the doorway with his phone in hand.

His eyes held concern in them as he looked Minho in the eyes before looking away, seeing as the older man was only in a towel.

"Give me a second." Minho mumbled before shutting the door, pressing his back against the wall before walking to his closet.

throwing on a white pair of shorts and a fuzzy white sweater, making sure it covers his scars and cuts.

Putting the towel over his head and opening the door again, he revealed Jisung in all his glory.

Jisung noticeably trailed his eyes over the older, slowing down when he reached his thighs.

"Um, what did you need?" Minho shuffled a bit, feeling Jisung’s gaze on his thighs before it darted up to his lips and stopped on his eyes.

His face flushed, his gaze falling to the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

It wasn’t, but that’s beside the point.

"Right, I’m ordering food; want anything?" Jisung spoke, his voice soft as he thankfully didn’t bring up the older’s crying.

"Whatever you get is fine; I’m not hungry anyways." The older man mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater.

They stood in silence for a few minutes before the younger of the two sighed, giving the older a pat on the shoulder before he walked away from the room.

Minho released a breath, allowing himself to breathe freely. All the words in the world couldn’t express how grateful he was that Jisung didn’t bring up the crying.

Thank fuck

A sudden wave of distress washed over him, releasing a long, drawn-out whine as he walked towards his bed.

Throwing everything off it, he began to rearrange all the pillows and blankets until he felt satisfied with the result, and he climbed in as he covered himself with his weighted blanket.

He allowed sleep to overtake him as he cuddled up to his frog, squeezing it as he fell into darkness.

  — • —

With a gasp, he shot up, drenched in a cold sweat as silent tears slowly rolled down his face.

He had another nightmare, this one somehow worse than the others he’s had, if that was even possible.

The point is, he could no longer stand being alone. He reached for his phone, wincing at the blindingly bright light as he rushed to turn it off.

It was 1:30 am; he had slept for over 8 hours, probably the most amount of sleep he's ever gotten.

He yanked the blankets off, wrapping the weighted one around him as he grabbed his frog, speed-walked to his door, and yanked it open.

He walked all the way to the room Jisung shared with Changbin, Chan, and Hyunjin. He gave a slight tap on the door before opening it, just enough to put his head in.

Peaking inside, he saw Hyunjin was the only one asleep, the others playing on their phones and whispering amongst each other.

The creaking of the door open was enough for them to look in Minho’s direction, so he eased his way in as quietly as possible.

Tip-toeing towards the bed, the light from the phones showed off the wetness on his cheeks, making them all sit up, except for Hyunjin, who was sleeping on him.

No one said anything as the omega climbed on the bed, laying between Chan and Jisung, on top of Changbin.

"Min? What happened?" Chan’s voice came through, causing Minho to release a strangled sob.

The buff alpha rubbed his back, shushing him as he tried to calm the tall omega; the younger alphas decided to let Chan handle it out of fear of making it worse.

"I’m sorry! Don't leave me, please; I promise I’ll do better; just please stay!" Minho’s voice cracked as he spoke, and he used his free hand to grip on the younger’s shirt as he sobbed into his neck.

"What? We're not going anywhere; what makes you think we will?" Chan spoke, keeping his voice soft and mellowed out as to not startle the already-crying man.

"Why wouldn’t you? I'm fucking everything up, but I don’t have anything else to give to fix it!"

His voice broke as he wept, spilling shit he normally wouldn’t.

Oh well

"I’ll be good; I promise, I will! Just please don’t leave me." He sobbed harder when the boys didn’t say anything.

"Min, we’re not leaving. Let’s just sleep on it for now, okay? It’s late and you’re not in the right mindset; we’ll talk about this when the sun is actually in the sky, kay? C’mere."

Once Chan got done speaking, he reached out for Minho, the younger boy practically leaping into the arms of the only Hyung in his group.

Chan held the crying boy in his arms, rubbing his back as he sobbed.

Changbin was softly humming, while Jisung shushed him as he whispered words of reassurance from the other side of the bed.

Together, they all managed to lull him back to sleep, silently agreeing to ask about it in the morning.

While Hyunjin stayed knocked the fuck out, not even slightly stirring during the whole ordeal.

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He wasn’t asleep.

Well, at first he was, but he woke up when he heard someone crying.

Having been incredibly tired, he fell asleep almost immediately after getting home, but not before taking a quick shower.

He wasn’t expecting to wake up again, and especially not to the sound of Minho sobbing and begging to not be left.

It was honestly heartbreaking. Minho was one of the strongest people he knew, and yet the older one had been doing so much crying lately.

because of them. Now, Hyunjin wasn’t that dumb; sure, he had a few moments where he definitely wasn’t the brightest, but he knows for a fact that he and the other members were the reason for all the crying.

He’s never seen Minho cry that much, not since the survival show at least, and even then he’d barely cried.

And he seemed to be crying every week or so, and it honestly made the younger feel like shit.

Hyunjin turned his head, rubbing his face into Jisung’s chest as he took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet caramel scent.

It was probably one of Hyunjin’s favorite scents. Although it was considered unusual for alphas to have a sweet scent, it was fairly common in Stray Kids.

"Jinnie? You awake?" Jisung’s voice was heard from above, only slightly above a whisper.

The blonde only whined long and high, which in turn made Chan and Changbin snap their heads towards him.

Hyunjin made no efforts to move from his spot, and Jisung was incredibly comfortable to lay on, so who could blame him?

He felt his eyes twitch, knowing they must have begun glowing a blue color, at least somewhat.

He didn’t really want to slip into a headspace, but forcing himself not to would only agitate him in the long run.

But, he would feel 10 times better after coming back from the headspace. It helped reduce any pent-up stress, anxiety, anger, sadness, and any other negative emotions that someone needed to let go of.

Now, head spaces were a tricky thing that not many people understood, mostly just chopping it up to genetics or instincts.

Although it happened to everyone, Submissive and dominant headspaces were exactly what they sounded like, and the only way to tell them apart was by the way someone reacted when their eyes glowed.

And of course each subgender’s eyes glowed a different color when they were in a headspace; an omega’s eyes would glow blue, an alpha’s would glow red, and a beta, gamma, or delta’s would glow gold.

It was possible to not let yourself slip, which is best for situations where you shouldn’t, but it would leave you agitated and easily upset.

You could also force yourself and others out of headspace, but that came with a headache, nausea, and dizziness. It was similar to forcing someone into a headspace that they didn’t want.

It never ended well; Hyunjin found that out the hard way.

He remembers the nausea from it all—the severe headache that would have him crying, the dizziness that left him unable to stand or walk—and he hated it.

being forced into a submissive headspace by his classmates, by his friends, by his parents, simply because it made it look prettier than he already was.

He hated it; he hates the way he looks, and he shouldn’t. He knows he’s attractive, but being chopped up into nothing more than a pretty face, as if that’s all that mattered, was not something he enjoyed.

He was more than that, right? He had to have been more than a pretty omega, because if he wasn't, then who the hell was he?

The name Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t important; many people had that name! It only proved that he was just a pretty face; why was he well known while they weren’t?

His dancing? Many people could dance, and besides, he wasn’t really all that good; people never paid attention to his dancing, only his looks.

His singing? All the other members could sing; Felix had his incredibly deep voice, Seungmin and Innie had their angelic voices, so what did he have that wasn’t just his appearance?

He couldn’t think of anything other than his look, of fucking course!

He can’t dance, sing, or produce, so what was he good for other than looking pretty? Absolutely fucking nothing!

What if he was wrong during his argument with Minho? What if he was the one ruining Stray Kids?

Minho was always the one trying his hardest for the group, but what was Hyunjin doing? Why would Chan even choose something so untalented to be in the group?

He already knew the reason for that—his looks! It was the reason for everything!

The reason he hates his looks, the reason he hates being in a headspace around someone, the reason he hates himself!

It all made perfect sense!

"Jinnie! Can you look at me, baby?" Chan’s voice cut through the thoughts running rampant through his head.

A hand reached out towards his face, and he flinched like the dumbass he was.

He’s got the beauty, but not the brains, huh?

"Baby, you’re okay, I promise. Can you look at me?" The hand reached back towards his face, wiping the tears Hyunjin himself didn’t know were there.

Hyunjin turned his head, just now noticing he was sitting up against the wall with arms wrapped around his knees. He turned his head to Chan, taking a quick glance at the boy sleeping on him before darting his eyes to Chan.

"There we go, there’s my beautiful baby, what’s wrong?" Yeah, Chan unknowingly messed that up.

Why does everything have to be connected to his looks? He was more than just his appearance, for fucks sake!

Hyunjin released a sob, pressing his hands together to muffle the sound so as not to wake his sleeping hyung, who had just cried himself to sleep.

"No! I'm not; stop fucking calling me that!" Hyunjin’s words were muffled by his hand being pressed tightly against his mouth.

His voice was filled with despair and misery, a few whines and whimpers being heard every now and then as his eyes flickered between the bright blue and his normal dark brown ones.

"Stop calling you what, lovely? We'll stop doing whatever you want if it upsets you." Changbin spoke up, keeping his voice level as he and Jisung approached either side of him.

Chan couldn’t move, having a sleeping cat boy on top of him, preventing him from doing so.

"Pretty, beautiful, any of that fucking shit! It fucking hurts and I hate it; I don’t like it, and I wish everyone would just fucking stop it!" His voice was getting louder, although it was still muffled by his hand.

Tears and snot were running down his face; whimpers and whines were leaving his mouth as he sobbed, and his eyes continued to flicker as his body shook.

This is so embarrassing for him. Imagine getting so upset because you're called pretty.

Why does this have to affect him so much? Shouldn’t he just let this go and move on?

Of course not, he’s the drama queen of the group! Always taking things too seriously, always starting shit, and now he was preventing the alphas from sleeping!

"He’s going to send himself into a panic attack or something." Hyunjin felt himself being pulled into someone’s lap; he panicked for a split second before relaxing after smelling the calm rain scent.

Big, strong arms surrounded the blonde, applying pressure that always seemed to calm him. Everyone in the pack knew about this, except Minho, due to them talking about it.

"Can you breathe for me, baby? Follow along with me; everything will be okay; just follow along with my breathing, okay?" Changbin whispered in his ear, squeezing him every few minutes.

Hyunjin leaned back, placing his head and back fully against the older’s chest as he inhaled shaking breath.

He followed along carefully with the elder’s breathing pattern, focusing on the arms around him, the alpha’s breathing, and the humming coming from Chan and Jisung.

It somehow managed to calm him, his sobs reducing to whines as he repositioned himself to put his nose against Changbin’s neck close to his scent gland.

"Hyunnie? Are you with us?" Changbin’s voice cut in, "Are you okay to talk to us now?"

Hyunjin only nodded, not trusting his voice enough to speak. He let himself fully relax against the older, trapped arms between their bodies.

"Can you tell us what caused this?" Chan began the questioning as per usual.

Whenever one of them, excluding Minho, had an incident similar to the one Hyunjin just had, Chan would make them talk about it to ensure it wouldn’t happen again.

The blonde was quite for a few minutes before finally gaining the confidence to speak, "Do you guys think I’m more than a pretty face?"

And so the conversation began, although once Hyunjin got that out, it all just poured out of him.

"Was I only chosen for the group because of my looks? Be honest, if I were below average, would I have even been chosen? No matter how hard I fucking try, I’m always known as the "visual," and I fucking hate it. I am more than my looks, right?" Hyunjin’s voice cracked mid-rant.

"Of course, you’re more than a pretty face! You’re one of our main dancers, Innie’s fourth favorite Hyung, which is still high considering it’s Innie, and a member of this group and pack! We love you for who you are, and if you fail to see that, then Imma beat your face in and ease that worry of yours."

Wow, Jisung always had such a way with words. Honestly, only Jisung could make his heart flutter by threatening to beat his face in.

How romantic

"Now, come lay down with me and tell me about that painting you’re working on." This was why Hyunjin loved Jisung so much—the younger usually always got straight to the point.

"Shut the hell up. I‘m trying to sleep." Everyone paused after the mumbled words left Minho’s mouth, all staring at him to see if he was going to wake up.

He kinda did, rolling off Chan to the middle of the bed before sitting up and grabbing the blonde Omega to lay with him in the middle of the bed.

"You’re ugly as hell, but I love you… now take your ugly ass to sleep." Minho mumbled as he snuggled closer to the blonde omega.

"Well… You heard the man, take your ugly asses to sleep." were the last words Jisung spoke before forcing Changbin to lay down and laying on him.

Chan sighed, "We’ll talk it over later, I guess." Was all he said before, surprisingly, laying down and putting his arm over the two in the middle, fingertips touching the ones near the wall.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Minho’s sleep talk cut through with a marvelous phrase that everyone could agree with.

"Stop fucking the croissant."

Jisung wheezed, and a few giggles broke out before silence overtook them as they fell asleep to the sounds of Minho murmuring.

And damn did they need that sleep; they had two long conversations to sit through, and those rarely turned out well.

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Now, Minho had a habit other than harming himself, and that was running, or, well, avoiding things that were technically important.

He ran from every conversation that was even remotely serious; if he didn’t want to talk about something, he wasn’t going to.

Unless you screamed and got violent, that was a good way to get him to talk; his parents used it all the time.

Although he managed to somewhat rid himself of the habits, the mindset, or the fear that they drilled into him, screaming and acts of violence were something he had feared since he presented.

And it always began with a conversation about him—how he was acting, how he was ruining everything—the usual shit.

which was why he desperately wanted out of the situation he was currently in, sitting in the living room on the couch next to Hyunjin with the younger, clueless members surrounding them.

Hyunjin only slightly looked uncomfortable, yet he appeared to be relaxed. Minho was a completely different story.

He was visibly uncomfortable as he slumped against the arm of the coach, his head resting on the palm of his hand as he watched the others gather around.

Everyone was energetic, kind of seeing as a few looked grumpy as hell, because they had a free day.

Everyone was just lazing around, seeing as they had nothing better to do. Minho could easily think of something else to do that wasn’t this, but there was currently nothing to do about it.

He was basically asking for this to happen! He literally walked into the alpha’s and a tall omega’s room and bawled his eyes out!

He had it coming, in all honesty.

"Why’re we here? Did something happen or are we just here to stare at these two fine as hell guys?" Jeongin broke the silence, as per usual, and his comment made a few of them giggle.

"Actually, something did happen, and we need to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Although, if it does, then we’ll need to know how to handle it." Chan was serious as he spoke, glancing at the youngest alpha a few times.

Minho groaned as he began to twist and tug at his hair, a habit he sometimes had when he was nervous or anxious, which got him a few glances from Seungmin, but he didn’t care.

It calmed him in a way that he couldn’t quite explain; he never pulled his hair out, at least not anymore, so he didn’t see a problem with it.

It’s not like it hurt him! It was just small tugs, but sometimes he’d tug too hard, resulting in missing hair and a small ache in his head, but he was used to his hair being pulled out!

So it didn’t hurt anymore!

"-Inho and Jinnie." He snapped out of his thoughts when his name, or at least the end of it, was mentioned.

Yeah, he wasn’t listening to a word anyone was saying, but he wasn’t about to ask!

Asking someone a question, whether it be for help or because you simply didn’t know something, always led to embarrassment and gave everyone the opportunity to get frustrated.

Frustration always led to anger, and anger quickly turns to violence, and Minho was not about to anger one of them.

"-ho?  Minho? Minho, are you with us?" A hand waved in front of him, making him jump and resulting in him tugging harshly on his hair.

He hissed at the small stinging sensation as he rubbed the side of his head and gave a small pout.

How come it hurts whenever it’s accidental but never when it's done on purpose?

"I’m sorry; I wasn’t listening. Can you repeat everything you just said?" Minho said as he glanced up at the boys in front of him.

He curled in on himself when he noticed everyone was looking at him. It felt as if he was being judged, and although it didn’t bother him when he was on stage in front of thousands of fans, he lived with these people.

The opinion they had about it mattered more than anything. He can deal with the comments of random strangers sending him hate comments and death threats, but what about his members?

The thought of his own members, the ones he cared about more than anything, hating or judging him was too much.

"It’s okay, just listen this time, yeah? Anyway, as I was saying, we’re going to talk about what happened last night with you and Jinnie. Okay?"  Chan actually explained it again.

"Oh, wait, what happened to Hyunjin?" Minho questioned as he sat up, looking the blonde sitting next to him up and down, scanning him for any kind of injuries or distress.

"That’s what we’re getting ready to talk about. Now, which of you would like to talk first?" Chan paused before continuing, "Or, would you like me to explain what happened first?"

Ain’t no fucking way is Minho talking first, absolutely not.

Minho whipped his head towards Hyunjin, making his eyes dart towards the boys in front of them every few seconds as he made his eyebrows move around.

He probably looked silly as hell, judging from the look on Hyunjin’s face. The older man leaned back against the couch with a huff as he crossed his arms over his chest before sinking downward into the couch.

"Okay, then… I guess I’ll go first." Hyunjin mumbled out, making the older man next to him silently cheer.

The younger man beside him adjusted his position on the couch, pulling his legs to his chest before wrapping his arms around them and resting his chin on his knees.

"Um... last night I had a breakdown," Hyunjin paused for a second before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Because Hyung was crying and I spiraled."

Minho’s head shot over to look at the younger, surprisingly not giving himself whiplash. Who else was crying last night?

Was it him? Had he woken Hyunjin up? No, of course not! He had made sure to be quiet! He couldn’t have woken the tall omega up with his cries!

"Do you know why?" Changbin had spoken, his voice calm and collected as he watched the younger boy.

Minho took the opportunity to really look at them and saw just how calm and concerned everyone looked. It was as if this had happened before, as if they had serious conversations about things that happened between them.

None of us looked phased at the mention of Hyunjin having a breakdown; they were only concerned.

Has this happened before? Did Hyunjin have breakdowns often? How come Minho doesn’t know about this?

"Chan Hyung called me pretty." That was all Hyunjin had said in response, his voice so low that he almost went unheard.

A flash of hurt followed by guilt went across Chan’s face. Minho had questions, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask them.

Hyunjin continued as he hid his face in his arms, "I hate being called pretty or cute or beautiful or anything related! Why can’t anyone look past that? I don’t want to be just a pretty face!"

Hyunjin’s voice began raising, not to the point of yelling, but it was getting louder. Minho shuffled away from the younger, only slightly, not enough to be noticeable, or so he thought.

"You are more than a pretty face, Jinnie. You’re our main dancer, a member of our pack, someone we love and appreciate! And I can promise you that we don’t just love you for your appearance. We love you for who you are." Felix cuts in as he stares at Hyunjin.

Felix was surprisingly calm but looked upset. which was understandable; anyone sane would be upset if their lover talked about this kind of stuff.

It even makes Minho upset. Why hadn’t he noticed? Was he that selfish to not notice that his fellow groupmate was hurting? Why didn’t he do anything to help?

"Are you sure, though? Would I even be here if I were even slightly below average looking? You're all really good-looking and talented, while I'm just... nothing but my appearance." Hyunjin’s voice cracked as he spoke.

His body was shaking ever so slightly, making Minho subconsciously shuffle closer to the younger man beside him. The older male began to run his back, which seemed to slowly work.

"Of course, you’d still be here if you were below average! I chose you, and everyone else, for your talents and personality. Each and every one of you was chosen because I saw the potential you had as a member! Every day you make the group better, and we need you just as much as we need everyone else."

Chan spoke out as he got up and kneeled in front of the shaking omega. The leader reached a hand out to the young omega, resting it on his head before stroking him.

Hyunjin only gave a whine, clearly not believing him; Minho could tell even if it weren’t as obvious to the others in the room.

Minho sighed before grabbing the boy beside him and pulling him to his chest. The younger boy let out a questioning noise but followed along.

"You know, I didn’t fall in love with you simply because you’re good-looking. I love you because of who you are, not what you look like." Minho said as he looked down at the tall blonde.

Hyunjin said nothing in response, only staring off into space as he sniffled. Minho sighed again before picking up the boy and making him face him.

"Jinnie, do you really think I would stay here for 3 years if I really only liked you for your looks? Why would I put myself through all that neglect if I didn’t love you? I could’ve left; hell, maybe I should’ve, but I didn’t because I love you, okay?"

Minho held the blonde’s face in his hands as he spoke, making eye contact the entire time.

But the older was far from done and wouldn’t be until the younger was smiling again.

"Why don’t you understand that you and the others mean everything to me? I stayed here despite everything, despite being left out, despite being unclaimed, despite being fussed at for stupid shit, because I love you! I love your dramatic personality, the way you care about everyone else, and how artistic and creative you are! I love everything about you, so get that through your head, okay?"

Hyunjin was crying by the time Minho finished speaking, which was the exact opposite of what the older one wanted, but hey, he’ll take it!

The younger fell forward, trapping the older in a tight hug. He rubbed the boy’s back as he cried, shushing him every once in awhile before whispering sweet words to him.

Minho took the opportunity to check on the others, only to see them in a similar situation as the one in his arms.

Felix was clinging to Jisung as they both had tears rolling down their faces, although Jisung was doing his best to hide them—he was failing.

Changbin was holding Seungmin, who was curled up in a ball on the alpha’s lap. Seungmin was also crying, although not as much as Felix was.

which left Chan with Jeongin. They were both crying, although Jeongin was practically wailing at that point. Chan was only slightly crying, trying to stay strong for the little Maknae he was holding.

"Hyung!  How can you say that? We’ve been treating you so badly, and yet you’re being so nice! I’m so sorry!” Hyunjin cried out as he buried his face into the older man’s shoulder.

"There’s no need to apologize, baby. As long as I get to go on a solo date with the rest of you and then have our group date, all is forgiven, okay? Even though you’re an ugly llama, I love you, okay? Don't you ever question or forget that." Minho said before placing a kiss on the boy’s head.

Hyunjin nodded, mumbling something Minho didn’t quite catch before everything fell silent and only the sounds of crying could be heard.

Minho closed his eyes as he held the crying boy before snapping his eyes open. A crying freckled dancer had launched themselves onto him, and of course Minho had caught him.

The freckled blonde started a chain reaction; everyone started piling themselves onto the couch they were on.

Luckily, they had a pretty large couch, so they were all able to pile on top of each other and not worry about falling off.

They laid like that for a while, with a few managing to fall asleep. They were at peace, calm, and relaxed with the temporary release of a weight they didn’t even know was there.

But, of course, all good things come to an end. even for Minho, who had thought he managed to get out of the conversation.

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"As much as I’d love to lay on Minho Hyung’s thighs all day, wasn’t there something else we needed to talk about?" Jeongin cut in from his spot under Changbin.

Minho groaned as he squeezed onto Hyunjin; he hadn’t let the boy go since his little confession, and he glared down at the young alpha, who was currently resting his head on Minho’s thighs.

"There is, and I was waiting for everyone to wake up a bit before bringing it up." Chan spoke softly so as not to wake the few who were still sleeping.

During the cuddle fest they had with Hyunjin, most of them ended up falling asleep, Minho included.

It’s not like he meant to fall asleep, but he couldn’t help it! Being surrounded by people he felt sort of safe with, surrounded by people he loved, surrounded by scents he loved, he just had to sleep.

He released a sigh as he buried his face into Hyunjin’s chest, taking deep breaths of the younger’s cotton candy scent before closing his eyes.

He wasn’t able to fall back asleep like he wanted, and he was somewhat thankful for that. He had a mini nightmare from just the short nap, and he certainly didn’t want to wake up screaming in front of all of his members.

So he just laid there with his eyes closed, thinking about how he was going to respond to questions they might ask him and how he would react.

One wrong move or word could fuck everything up; he knows that from experience.

But he’s done this before; he just gives them answers they like and reacts the way they want, and everything ends up just fine for him.

"Min, you gonna let Jinnie go so we can talk?" Changbin’s voice cut through his thoughts, effectively making the older man more aware of whatever was going on.

Minho removed his face from the blonde’s chest, looking to see that everyone had moved away from the two, who were laying down with their heads on Chan’s lap.

Minho groaned before releasing the blonde omega, but not getting up. Chan had really strong thighs, and he just didn’t want to get up.

He heard Chan chuckle from above him, and glancing up at him, he saw the older man staring down at him with a love-struck look on his face.

"Do I have to talk?" Minho questioned the older man, who was brought out of whatever he was thinking about.

"Well, no, not really, but we’d prefer it if you did." Chan was giving the younger one an option, but for some reason he didn’t give Hyunjin one.

"Why, though? It's not important; all I did was have a nightmare and get a little spooked from it." So maybe saying it wasn’t important was the wrong thing for Minho to say.

But in his eyes, it really wasn’t! He had nightmares all the time; it was normal for him. So why would he feel the need to talk about it?

Since when did they even talk about things like this, actually? He can’t remember a single time when they had a little group meeting to discuss stuff like this.

"It is important, at least to us, and you got more than a little spooked. You came into our room on the verge of a panic attack, Hyung. We just wanna know how to help with it." Jisung was the one to speak, and boy did Minho wish he’d just keep his mouth shut!

A few gasps rang around the room, followed by people asking what had happened.

"Boys, that’s not how we do these things. No speaking over anyone or bombarding them with questions; you know that." Chan spoke up as he eyed everyone, getting them to quickly shut up.

Minho sat up, turning to look up at him because he certainly didn’t know that.

How come he’s only just now finding this out? Since when do they hold these little meetings?

How come he doesn’t remember them having or being part of any of these little meetings?

Oh

"How long have these little meetings been going on?" He decided to voice his questions, wanting to know if he was right.

"What? We've been doing this for years." Jisung answered, clearly confused by the sudden question.

"What are these even for, and why don’t I remember any of these happening?" Minho continued to spit out his questions.

"Um, we have them so we can talk things out. Not idol things, but like pack or mate things, ya know?" Felix cut in this time, seemingly just as confused as Jisung.

"But why don’t I remember any of them happening? I had to have been here for at least one of them, right?" It became silent as Minho asked the question.

"Did we not invite him down for one?" Seungmin’s voice cut through the growing silence.

Which in turn gave Minho the answer he had been waiting for.

"So y’all just never invited me to talk about any of this stuff? I know we’re not mates, but I thought I was considered part of the pack at least." Minho spoke, his disbelief and hurt present in his voice.

"Look, Min," Chan was cut off by Minho, "Save it, Hyung. I don’t really care what you have to say about it." The response came from the second-oldest.

"So I was left out of not only anniversaries but also pack meetings? Was there anything else I was left out of? Actually, don’t even answer that; I already know."

The second-oldest was getting more hurt by the second. He should’ve known they didn’t consider him a pack member, but it still hurts to think about it.

"Am I really not good enough for you guys?  I can get the idea of not wanting me as a mate, but as a pack member? I thought I was at least decent enough.”

The evident sadness made everyone feel guilty, but Minho just kept speaking since no one dared to interrupt.

"And since you guys suddenly care so fucking much, it’s like the nightmare I had last night, except not as traumatizing. Constantly getting left out is not something I should be used to, but I am, and it still hurts to think about."

He paused for a second, carefully thinking about his next choice of words before continuing, not stopping to give anyone a chance to say anything.

"I have nightmares almost every time I sleep, and the fact is, I’m scared as fuck, terrified even, because what if those dreams become reality? What if you all actually leave me behind for good? I'm too scared to ask any of you for help, ‘cause what if it’s your final straw?"

Minho was subconsciously venting to them at this point, but hey, it was getting his point across, and he was talking about it like Chan had wanted.

"If you guys really wanna know how to "help me," then stop fucking leaving me out! Your time is slowly running out, and so far there’s barely been any improvement. Now I'm going to go to my room, and none of you better bother until you guys can actually decide if you want me around or not, ‘cause this is fucking ridiculous."

And with that, he got up and walked away as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on everyone. He stomped up the stairs and nearly slammed his bedroom door shut, but caught himself and just shut it loudly.

He jumped on his bed, laying face first in his pillows, and only then did he finally let the tears fall. This had been happening more often; crying was something he rarely did.

And yet he has been doing so much of it within the past few weeks, and he hates it. He refused to let that happen again.

But it had been happening so much lately, and he didn’t know what to do.

He sat up for a second before rearranging all of his blankets and pillows, even getting some from his closet, before getting comfortable in it.

He knows he’s nesting, but he just doesn’t care. Why should he? He was stressed and upset, and he didn’t want to be.

He grabbed hold of his weighted blanket and wrapped it around him. He laid there for a few minutes, just thinking about everything.

He ended up falling asleep, even though he didn’t want to, and doesn’t really remember anything that happened afterwards.

Although he clearly remembers feeling hot yet cold and a wet sensation between his legs.

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He should have gotten his medication sooner, but for some reason he didn't, and now he gets to suffer from his stupid mistake.

And now he has the Niagara Falls of death between his legs, signifying his upcoming heat. God forbid he catches a break!

and he just doesn’t know what to do. He usually goes over to the BTS apartment so they can help him through, but he can’t now.

He hasn’t talked to them in a while, and they are currently on tour, so he was screwed. However, he was only in pre-heat, which was only similar to a woman’s menstruation.

So he luckily had a few days to get something planned, but he had barely any supplies to get him through it.

which was not good. Omegas needed to have just about every need met otherwise they could fall into deep depression, and things were just going to be even worse since he hasn’t had an actual heat in over a year.

He climbed off his bed, doing an awkward waddle to his dresser for clean clothes before going over to his bathroom. He quickly stripped before hopping in the shower, wanting to be clean again.

In the shower, he was able to think up a very sly plan and decided to just sneak out. He could temporarily rent an apartment and stay there for a while until his heat went away.

Upon getting out, he was faced with another small problem before just DIYing a solution to it, which again was very shitty. He dressed himself in a hoodie and sweatpants before leaving the bathroom, quickly grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys before tiptoeing out of the room.

It was dark by now; he had slept the rest of the day somehow, and so it just made things easier. He reached the front door and, bending down to put his shoes on, dropped his keys.

He froze for a few seconds, not daring to move, and just when he thought he was in the clear, a light in the kitchen turned on. He cursed under his breath before picking up his keys and shoving them back in his hoodie pocket.

He watched as not one, not two, but three of his group members walked into his line of sight. He mumbled a series of curse words before finally making eye contact with the two youngest and second-oldest omegas.

Although, if he had to choose between any of them, it would probably be these three, except he would definitely replace Hyunjin with Felix, but he couldn’t. He hadn’t even let these three know!

"Why are you leaving at... 11:30 at night?" You good?"  Jeongin was the first to speak, not taking his eyes off the older as he spoke.

"Um, I just need to go do something real quick." I’ll be right back." was the response from the oldest omega as he began to turn to take his leave.

He could feel his little DIY falling apart, and it was uncomfortable and felt... disgusting.

"But it’s 11:30 at night... "You shouldn’t be walking alone at 11:30 at night." Seungmin’s voice cut in, stopping the older man in his tracks. not because of what he said, but because of how he sounded.

There was pure sadness in his voice, and it almost sounded like he had been crying. Minho didn’t like that, not in the slightest, but that wasn’t his biggest concern.

"I know, but I really need to get stuff, and the sooner I leave the better, so..." Minho gripped the door knob, opened it, and walked through.

Before he could shut it, three arms darted through to stop it from closing. It was then yanked open, revealing the three troublemakers.

"We’re coming with you, then, whether you like it or not, you shouldn’t be out alone at 11:30 at night." Hyunjin said before slipping his shoes on, with the other two following his lead.

Minho sighed, not bothering to try and protest; once those three had their minds set on something, they were going to do it no matter what.

They walked out of the apartment and down the street, the oldest deciding to just go to the nearby convenience store. He formed a small plan to ditch them in order to buy his items without getting found out.

"You guys can go get some stuff you want while I get mine; I’ll pay for you." Minho said as he grabbed a basket while the others got a cart.

They looked unsure before the youngest nodded and took off running with the cart, the other two running after him. Minho gave a small smile before quickly getting his stuff.

He made sure to grab everything he would need: pads, pain medication, scent blockers, heating pads, snacks, drinks, and anything else he could think of, including supressants for once his heat passed.

When his little basket and arms were full, he awkwardly waddled to the cash register. Setting his stuff down, the boys came up behind him at one of the worst times possible.

The cashier had just started ringing up his items first, showing the supressants and blockers. He knows the boys saw it; they froze in their positions while unloading the cart, side-eyeing him before continuing.

There was a noticeable shift in the air around them. Minho knows that they know, but he’d be damned if he went down without a fight.

The boys said nothing, but their sideways eyes were noticeable as they put the stuff they got up for the cashier. They really went all out when it came to getting stuff, with Seungmin getting at least 4 bags of Hot Cheetos.

Minho paid for everything, ignoring the boys when they tried paying for their own stuff.

Minho just wanted to get home; he could worry about renting the small apartment later. He felt like absolute trash; his stomach was cramping, and his DIY was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

"So... what’s with all the blockers and supressants?" Jeongin was the first to speak up, a few minutes after leaving.

Minho pretended like he didn’t hear him, wanting to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. His efforts proved to be useless when one of them grabbed his wrist, the one that had been injured and had yet to heal.

He hissed from the pain as he whipped around to face the one who grabbed him, ripping his wrist from the hand holding it, and he glared at Seungmin, the one who grabbed him. This was just fucking great! Now his wrist was hurting, along with his head and stomach!

"What the fuck, dude?" You can’t just grab me like that!" Minho belted out before wincing when he was hit by a particularly painful cramp.

"Sorry, but you weren’t answering." Seungmin said his face was void of any emotion. The older man rolled his eyes as he took a step backwards only to run into someone. His back had hit Jeongin’s chest, and he hates the way he ever so slightly relaxed.

"Why did you get so many blockers and supressants?" Jeongin spoke up again as he stared down at the elder. Why did the youngest of the group have to be so tall?

"My friends wanted me to get them for her. Is it such a crime to help a friend out? Such a godly response! Seriously, Minho couldn’t think of a better excuse!

The boys all shared a look; it was obvious that they didn’t believe him. Barely anyone believes that excuse nowadays; it's just so overused, yet he decided to use it.

"Really?  "We'll walk you over to drop them off then, seeing as she decided to send you on an errand at 11:30 at night." Hyunjin said somewhere from his right, effectively caging him unless he bolted down the strange alley.

which would just be a fucking dumb thing to do.

"Uh…  She told me to just take it to her tomorrow; she doesn’t want me going all the way to her place at 11:30 at night. That seems believable enough; he just hopes they don’t question it further.

"But she needs this stuff to have a safe and comfortable heat, doesn’t she?" "We should just take it to her now; I’ll call a ride." Jeongin nodded to himself as he pulled out his phone.

Well fuck!  Why do things never seem to work out for him? He simply wanted to get his supplies and rent a little apartment to spend his heat, but of course he can’t.

Minho sighed before shoving past the younger. He was too tired to keep trying to get them off his back. He just wanted to get in his nest and curl up; his stomach and head were hurting, and he just didn’t want to deal with everything anymore.

"Do what you want, but there’s a cat in my room calling for me, so unless y’all plan on standing on the sidewalk all night, then bye." Minho walked slowly as he spoke; he was aching all over, and he was about to leave their asses if they didn’t hurry up.

He heard them run to catch up; he could see Jeongin behind him with the other two on either side, most likely having figured it out by now and trying to "protect" their omega.

"… I’ll explain everything once we get back to the apartment, but you absolutely cannot tell the others about this, "kay?" Minho sighed, figuring it was okay to tell them.

There was no response, and hardly anyone spoke for the entire way back, except Jeongin with his usual commentary.

The elevator ride was somewhat awkward. Minho stayed as far away as he could in the tiny, metal death trap. The other women whisper amongst themselves as they occasionally side-eye the oldest.

They reached the apartment door in no time, with Minho being the one to open it. He froze in the doorway when he heard voices from inside. The boys behind him gave him a light push into the doorway.

Minho bolted to his room the second he took his shoes off, no longer having the energy to deal with them. Once in his room, he went for the bathroom and finally was able to get his DIY replaced.

He heard his bedroom door open and close before a knock sounded on the bathroom door.

"We managed to get the other four to leave us alone, but you still owe us an explanation." Seungmin said from the other side of the door, and Minho yanked it open to face him.

He shoved past him and went straight for his bed, climbing into his nest with his favorite weighted blanket over him.

Everlast stayed silent until the older man sighed and uncovered his head.

"What do you want to know?"

And so the much-needed talk had begun.

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Jeongin didn’t even know what to say. He doesn’t even know what he’s feeling.

Confused?  Definitely.

Hurt?  Fuck  yes

Hungry?  Hell yeah

Okay, maybe he does know what he’s feeling, but that’s beside the point. The point is that Minho may have been possibly lying about his sub-gender, which would honestly make a lot of sense.

"What do you want to know?” What kind of question even is that? They want to know everything, especially why they can’t tell the others.

"The truth."  That seemed like a good enough answer to Jeongin! Straight to the point and got the message across loud and clear!

There was a long pause. Minho shifted a little in his nest while the others didn’t move. Neither of them wanted to get too close, which was just a decent thing to do. Going near someone’s nest without permission was like going near a sleeping bear; it was just dumb.

And if Minho actually was an omega, as he suspected, then it would make things worse. An omega’s nest was sacred in a way; they are extremely territorial over them and would get violent if the nest was penetrated without permission.

"Lock the door and come a little closer." The oldest instructed as he sat up in his nest, pulling a blanket around his body.

They did as told, Hyunjin being the one to go lock the door, before they all went closer, the older ones more so, but not too close for obvious reasons.

"Promise me that you won’t tell anyone unless I say otherwise." There was a certain edge to Minho’s voice, like he was going to start crying or fall asleep, or maybe both.

This is where Jeongin hesitates. He wants to know what Minho is hiding—although he already has an idea of what it is—but to keep it a secret from his alphas and omegas? They would be so mad and hurt if they ever found out!

But…  Minho would be ten times worse if he continued to go about this alone. Jeongin wasn’t all that dumb; sure, he had his moments where the things he did were questionable, but he knows the risks of taking suppressants.

Suppressants were for omegas who weren’t in the most ideal place for a heat, and even then they weren’t the most recommended thing to take. Heats and ruts were a natural thing that was needed to keep a person healthy, but suppressants tempered with that.

And god knows how long Minho has been taking them, which has made things increasingly difficult and concerning.

"We won’t, but you have to tell us everything." Jeongin said, causing the other two to look at him with such funny looks of surprise on their faces.

which, again, was understandable. He just said he would willingly withhold information from Chan, the pack's alpha and leader. It was something they all, excluding Minho for shitty reasons, agreed on.

But hey, what Chan doesn’t know won’t hurt him! For now, though, they He needs to find out what's wrong with Minho and find out how to help. Jeongin hates the idea of the older man, one of his omegas, being hurt, uncomfortable, or upset, especially in heat.

"You won’t be mad at me?" The older’s voice sounded small and fearful, something Jeongin wasn't used to hearing from the older.

"We won’t, but you need to tell us what’s going on." Seungmin said, taking a few steps closer and crouching down to be at eye level with Minho.

"The stuff I bought... it’s for me. The pads, blockers, and heat supressants—all of it’s for me," the older boy sat up, pulling the blanket around him, "and I’m not anything close to a beta."

They all stayed silent for a moment, the three youngest staring at Minho, who was looking down at his nest.

"So you're an omega? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you not trust us or something?" Hyunjin spoke, with hurt and anger evident in his voice.

Jeongin could relate, although he tried to be understanding about it. Usually, when joining a pack, or a group in Minho’s case, one would typically share their sub-gender. Hiding it could mean a multitude of things, ranging from privacy to not feeling safe enough to tell.

"I do trust you guys! I just don't like having too many people know about it for personal reasons, and eight was already too many," Minho gasped out before gripping his stomach as he winced.

Jeongin grabbed the discarded store bags, digging around in them until he found what he was looking for: Tylenol. He handed two of them to Minho and went to the mini-fridge that the older man had and got a juice box.

They all watched silently as Minho took the pills, which effectively relieved his stomach cramps for a short time.

"Who else knows?" Jeongin asked out of curiosity. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt and pissed off.

"My manager and BTS hyungs." Minho mumbled, curling in on himself as he sipped on the juice box.

A growl was heard, and he saw Minho flinch backwards. In all honesty, Jeongin didn’t mean to growl; it slipped out before he could stop himself.

A nudge from Hyunjin had him bowing his head in shame as he mumbled apologies to the elder.

"The manager needed to know for obvious reasons, and I only told Hyungs because they’ve had to help me through a few heats." The oldest explanation explains what caused all of them to growl.

Not because the manager knew, but because the BTS members have helped Minho through his heat. Usually omegas spend their heats with their packs, but since Minho was technically unclaimed—Jeongin mentally promises to talk to or yell at the other alphas about it later—it didn’t really apply to him.

But it didn’t stop Jeongin from feeling hurt, betrayed, and, quite frankly, pissed off. When an omega is in heat, they typically want to get a little freaky and get knotted. However, if he has spent heats with the BTS pack, then there’s a chance they’ve all got freaky with Minho.

"Nothing happened!  I know it sounds bad, but we never did anything, I promise we didn’t! I don’t even like doing that during my heats." There was obvious disgust on Minho’s face, which made Jeongin feel slightly better.

Seungmin slowly nodded and asked, "Is there anything else we should know?" He spoke calmly from where he was crouching.

"I’m sorry; I wanted to tell you, but I just didn’t know how! I'm sorry, please forgive me; I didn’t mean to make things worse, honest, I didn’t!" Minho cried out as he buried his face in his knees.

They watched the oldest as he shook, listening to the sniffles he let out every now and again. They all looked at each other before looking back at the Omega on the bed.

"Hyung, it’s okay; we’re not mad. We understand why you didn’t tell us; after all, it is your choice. Will you let us help you now? Or do you want us to forget this ever happened?"

Seungmin spoke as he stood up, not taking his eyes off the elder. There was a moment of silence, the only sounds being Minho’s sniffles and the air conditioner.

"Please, come in." Minho muttered out, his voice barely being heard through how low it was.

The boys all shuffled amongst themselves, hurriedly trying to meet Omega's needs. Seungmin was placed on Minho’s left side, while Hyunjin was put on his right. Jeongin had been placed under Minho, not that he was complaining.

Minho shifted until he was comfortable. He grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over them, pulling Seungmin and Hyunjin down with him. He held on to Seungmin and made Hyunjin put his arms around him before laying on Jeongin’s chest.

"I’m sorry, but can you help me? I’m sorry."  Minho mumbled out, face in between Seungmin’s chest and holding Hyunjin’s hands.

"Of course, we’ll help you. Go to sleep, love. We'll talk more in the morning once you’re well rested.“ Seungmin’s gentle yet comforting voice was followed by silence before a soft humming filled the air.

It was Hyunjin, who had his eyes closed and was face first in Minho’s hair. There were tears rolling down his face, and when Jeongin shifted a bit, he could see Seungmin trying not to cry as well.

Jeongin wrapped his arms around them—or tried to at least—before placing a kiss on Minho’s head.

"I love you, guys." He whispered before allowing himself to sleep. He had been tired as all hell, it being well past one o’clock in the morning.

Not to mention the fact that he had to wake up early in the morning, he had a few alphas that deserved to get yelled at.

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The pre-heat wouldn’t last long, even he knows that, but what would happen after that? He knows this heat will downright awful and he doesn’t know if he can handle that.

It’s already day three, having lazed around in his room on the second, and he can feel his heat approaching quickly. It’s not that he won’t be able to handle the heat, no, it’s the fact he doesn’t know what to do.

The idea of renting a small apartment room was still the only thing he could be could think of, but now other people knew, people he didn’t want to know. Yet they do, and now there’s nothing he can do about it.

He whined before shoving his face into Jeongin’s chest, inhaling the scent of freshly baked bread mixed with cotton candy and clean linen, an odd combination but Minho liked it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jeongin’s voice broke through the silence that had taken over the room, startling Minho since he wasn’t expecting it.

He giggled at himself before whining, “Everything.” He gripped Jeongin’s shirt, not wanting to let go.

“Can you be more specific?”

Minho sighed before sitting up, “Everything, literally every fucking thing! My head feels like it’s about to explode, my stomach hurts like hell, I am bleeding from my damn coochie, and that fucking blanket is in the wrong spot!” He covered his face with his hands before resting it on Jeongin’s chest.

“Is there-“ The youngest was interrupted by Minho, “No, there isn’t! I didn’t even want you guys to know, but you do and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it. I don’t even wanna be here.” A strangled sob escaped Minho’s lips before he could stop it.

Minho harshly wiped his eyes, only for more to start falling. “Hyung, is there anything we can do?” Hyunjin spoke from his left, rubbing Minho’s back as the older cried.

The oldest was emotional, way more than he usually was, and that’s probably what he hated most about his heats. All omegas got emotional during their heats, the same happened to alphas during ruts, but he hasn’t had a heat In literal years. His emotions were going haywire as his actual heat began approaching and it only caused him to panic.

“Help me.”

He cried, trying to be loud since the other members were downstairs and he really didn’t to deal with them.

“With what? You need to be more specific, baby.” Minho sat up and stared into Jeongin’s eyes as his lip wobbled, “Out. Help me get out of here.”

“Where would we even go, baby? Did you have a place in mind?” Minho shook his head, more tears welling up in his eyes.

Why did he have to be such a fucking burden to them? All his whining and crying must be annoying them by now, and don’t even get him started on what the other alphas will do when they find out.

He froze at the thought, what would they do if they ever found out? Would they kick him out for lying? Would they usehim like everyone else did when they found out? No, no they wouldn’t! They weren’t like that! They wouldn’t hurt over something as simple as lying about his second gender!

Right? They cared about him, didn’t they? They wouldn’t hurt him, right! Oh, who is he kidding? Of course they would! They were alphas for fucks sake, alphas that he has continuously disrespected!

He shouldn’t even have Jeongin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin in there with him! He wasn’t mated to them, he wasn’t even considered as a pack member! And yet, he was hoping that maybe they could help him get through his heat? Hoping that they would lie to their alphas for his sake?

Oh, he was fucked if any of the alphas, especially Chan, found out. He would definitely be kicked out of the group after receiving a punishment.

“Hyung! Look at me, okay? Just focus on me!” Seungmin’s voice cut through, the boy was on the verge of yelling. “Hyung, please calm down! We’ll have to get one of the others to help if we can’t.”

Minho froze a second time at the mention of the others, more specifically one of the alphas. His breathing picked up, doing the exact opposite of Seungmin wanted. Tears flowed down his face at a much faster rate, breathing so frantic the younger boys thought he would pass out.

“No! You can’t, they’ll hate if they find out! I’m sorry, I’ll stop just don’t get them!”

The older practicality flew off the bed once he got the last word out, running straight to his bathroom since it had a lock. It was most definitely not the smartest decision he’s made, but he was scared and people do dumb things when they’re scared.

He sat with his back against the door with his knees pulled up to his chest. He could feel someone hitting against the door, along with muffled yelling that he couldn’t quite understand.

He gripped at his arms, ripping and pulling at the bandages. They hadn’t been changed since he started his heat, and now they were covered in mostly died blood. They tore easily from how forcefully he was ripping at them, tearing open a few cuts that had yet to fully heal.

It was definitely not a good idea, but he loved the pain it brought. It helped ground him sometimes, although that wasn’t the case this time. He just wanted a punishment, that’s all it was, a way to punish himself for being such a fuck up.

He scratched at his arms, cuts that have previously scabbed over opening back up. Blood dripped down his arms as he scratched his arms, sobs continuously leaving his lips as he tried to manage his breathing.

“Minho? Baby, are you in there?” Minho jumped, before scrambling away from the door.

Chan was here, on the other side if door waiting for him to come out just to hurt him.

“Go away, I’m fine!” He let out a particularly loud sob as soon as he finished say that, contradicting his own words.

“I just want to make sure, please open the door so I can check on you.”

“Why? So you can hurt me or something? I’m not that stupid, Chan.”

“What? Min, I would never hurt you! I just want to make sure you’re okay, please ooen the door!”

He sounded sincere? Maybe Minho could open the door? But no, he’s played this game before and he wasn’t going to lose this time. He shifted a bit to get more comfortable, and only then did he notice a runny, sticky liquid between his legs.

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So much has happened within the past few days, and honestly, Felix doesn’t think he can keep up. One minute, everything seemed to be going great, and the next, everyone was panicking about something. He doesn’t know what's going on; they always refused to tell him about these things, and he hated it, but now would be a great time to know what the fuck was going on!

Hyunjin had come running into Chan’s room, where he and the others were watching a movie. It wouldn’t have been as concerning if he wasn’t on the verge of crying, not to mention the fact they haven’t seen him in a few days, just occasional text messages. Their tallest was rambling on about something in the midst of his panicking, saying something about Minho and how something was wrong with him.

"He locked himself in his bathroom, Hyung! He was crying and having a panic attack! We can’t get him to calm down, and his... condition is acting up!"

Condition?  What condition could Minho possibly have? Did the others know about him and just forget to tell him again?

Everyone scrambled out of bed, following after Hyunjin as they ran up to Minho’s room. As soon as they entered, the milky scent of pre-heat washed over Felix’s senses. He doesn’t know if the other three caught it, but that’s not necessarily the most important thing at the moment.

He took a quick look around the room, taking notice of the nest on the bed and the scattered blockers and other items laying messily around the room. The question was, Who the hell was going into heat? Hyunjin didn’t smell of pre-heat, and he isn’t due for another two weeks, and no one else in the house had heats, so who the hell knows?

Could they have possibly snuck someone in and they hadn’t even noticed? No, of course not! No omega would abandon their nest where others could freely do whatever to it; their instincts would never allow it. So, who the fuck was going into heat?

"Minho? Baby, are you in there?" Chan’s voice brought Felix away from his thoughts, and he watched as the oldest softly tapped on the door.

Felix moved closer, pushing past the barricade they all had created, excluding him.

A loud "Go away, I’m fine!" was heard before a muffled sob followed, indicating that the second-oldest was clearly not fine.

Chan tried to coax him into opening the door so he could check on him and make sure he was safe and not hurt.

It didn’t go as Chan had planned; actually, it went in an entirely different direction! The male in the bathroom was responding, which was good, but his words completely broke Felix.

"Why? So you can hurt me or something? I'm not that stupid, Chan!"

Well damn! Minho really thought that lowly of Chan? thought that Chan would hurt him? For what? Minho didn’t really do anything other than lock himself in the bathroom and cry!

Felix does it too, sometimes, usually in the shower or bath. It’s relaxing, he thinks, to just sit down in the water and just... cry. He’s come to find that it’s even better while showering! The hot water falling on him as his tears mix in with it makes it seem as if he’s not even crying.

"…Send Felix."

Felix?  Oh, that’s him! He’s Felix, but why is his name coming up? Did he do something wrong? He really needs to pay attention more!

"What? What am I supposed to be doing?" His short attention span was really going to be the death of him! Well, that or chinchillas.

"Okay, can you unlock the door so he can go in?" Chan asked, not even sparing Felix a glance.

Aight, that's cool! Felix pushed the rest of the way through, giving the bathroom door a few taps with his finger knuckles .

"Hyung? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" His voice was shaking as he spoke, and he hoped that his anxiety wasn’t showing too much. He waited a few minutes before the lock clicked, opening the tiniest of ways.

Felix repositioned himself, moving closer to look into the small opening, although once he was directly in front of the opening, a hand darted out and grinned onto his wrist.

That’s not what startled him though; what actually startled him was the fact there was blood all over it—under the nails, on the nails, up the wrist, everywhere. He was harshly pulled into the bathroom, having to squeeze in because Minho refused to open the door any wider.

The door was slammed and quickly locked. The oldest pulled Felix down to sit against the door with him, knees up to his chest, as he scratched at his arms. The sight was honestly scary to see, bringing back memories he could only wish to forget.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his words were lost in his throat. The bathroom was filled with the scent of slick, with a milky lavender scent, and with the scent of omega in heat.

But Minho was a beta? Right?  The older always told everyone that he was a beta, and yet he smells strongly of an omega in heat.

"You’re an omega?" He keeps his voice low, not wanting to statle the older, not wanting to startle the obviously panicking older.

All movements ceased for a split second, the older man snapping his eyes up to Felix, a bright, vivid blue being seen before the older man looked away. His breathing picked up, more sobs and mumbled apologies coming from his lips as he began to hit himself,

"Lix, you need to get him to calm down before he hurts himself." Too late for that, Chan Hyung, "try getting him into your lap if he’ll let you."

The blonde nodded along to what Chan was saying, sliding closer next to Minho. "Do you want to sit in my lap, Hyung? I can tell you a story if you’d like."

Felix crisscrossed his legs, reaching behind Minho to wrap his arm around his shoulder, rubbing small circles into his shoulder. Minho didn’t seem to hear him or even notice him touch his shoulder, so he decided to keep going, hoping for a reaction of some kind.

He grabbed Minho’s wrist, guiding them into his lap before pulling the older boy slightly towards him. He took his hand off his shoulder and instead placed it on his head, playing with his hair as he hummed. It always worked to get the older one to sleep, so maybe it’ll work to calm him down from a breakdown?

It took a long time—over half an hour—to get him to calm down somewhat. "Hyung? Can you hear me?" He received no response for a short moment before a small voice spoke up, "Lixie? You okay?"

Why was Minho asking if Felix was okay? Felix wasn’t the one covered in blood; Felix wasn’t the one that just calmed down from a severe panic attack; Felix wasn’t the one slipping into a submissive headspace; and most definitely not the one in heat!

"Of course, I’m okay. But I’m more worried about you right now."

"I’m tired and icky." The older man closes his eyes, laying his head on Felix’s shoulder. "Well, let’s get cleaned up, and then you can go out to your nest. Sound good?"

It most definitely did sound good, if Minho’s reaction was anything to go off of. "No! I can’t go out there, they’ll hurt me!" The older man slid away from him, backing towards the cabinets as his breathing picked up again.

"Okay! Okay, we won’t go out there yet! Can I clean you up though? We can talk afterwards if you’d like."

"Clean, yes, but no talking! You’ll just end up telling them everything I say anyway."

Felix ignored the pointed glare he was receiving, the older man’s eyes flickering between blue and his usual brown. The blonde stood up as slowly and as carefully as he could, not wanting to suddenly startle the other. The older child whined when Felix walked away from him, who was only going to the tub to start filling it up, but quickly stopped when he realized he was whining.

The younger walked back to the older, carefully helping him up and over to the bath. "Can you bathe yourself, or do you need me to help you?" He refused to look at the older man's arms; the bloody mess was not something he wanted to focus on yet.

"I can do it myself, just don’t look until I have the curtain closed."

Felix nodded, turning to face the door as he waited. A splash of water was heard along with the drawing of the curtain before a tiny "you can turn around now" was heard.

Felix smiled sadly, turning and sitting on the toilet lid as he calmly talked with Minho, choosing to ignore the problem at hand and just focus on getting Minho clean and keeping him calm.

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Having Felix come seemed like the safest option at the time. The boy knew when to shut the hell up and when to not ask questions; he had a calming aura about him, and he was the only one who wouldn’t hurt him.

Sure, the boy could, having done taekwondo for years, but he wouldn’t because he was Felix. Felix was an angel, the embodiment of sunshine, and the nicest person you would ever meet in your lifetime.

which was another reason he wanted Felix near him—to protect him from those outside the bathroom. He wanted to keep Felix safe because he had failed at protecting himself, and he had a soft spot for him. He felt the need to be near the younger, to watch over the younger to ensure his safety, to hold him, and to never let him go.

which was why he was currently holding Felix in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around the younger’s waist as he rested his head on the younger's back. They were sitting back up against the bathroom door, this time with a towel under them to add cushion to the cold, hard floor. His arms had been bandaged using the items that were underneath the sink and stored in the cabinet; he looked like he was going to breakdown at any given moment.

He had to put back on his dirty, blood-stained clothes as he refused to let the bathroom door be unlocked. And now he was starting to regret that decision; the clothes were damp and just didn’t feel right, but what was he supposed to do? open the bathroom door and expose himself to danger? Yeah, no, it's not happening.

"Hyung?"  He heard Felix whisper, the bou shifting to look at Minho, "We can’t stay in here forever; it’s not healthy."

He groaned, throwing his head back on the door and shutting his eyes. He knows it’s not healthy, either physically or mentally. Omegas needed a safe, comfortable environment when in heat or else they could get lost, and he definitely didn’t want that to happen.

But what choice did he have? He’s tired of getting hurt, tired of being afraid, and tired of being unloved. He whined, not wanting to speak, and decided that squeezing Felix tighter would help him figure something out.

"I’ll protect you, Hyung. They won’t hurt you; I won’t let them, okay?" Minho frantically shook his head, Nonono! Bad Idea!  "Well, that’s out of the question."

Felix went silent for a few minutes, obviously trying to figure something out. They really couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer; Minho was in very obvious discomfort and was stressed out. The sooner he was in his nest, the better he would feel.

"What if we had Hannie with us? I can make him kick the others out if you’d like." Felix suggested, and... Minho considered it. It wasn't necessarily a bad idea, seeing as Jisung hadn’t betrayed him yet, but he was an alpha.

an alpha that he had disrespected by keeping his omega away from him, an alpha that could possibly get violent or needy.Minho shuddered at the mere thought of it, but Jisung did seem like a safer option than the others.

He had always been close to Jisung, well, as close as he’d let himself be, and so far the younger alpha had been nothing but kind towards him. Plus, the younger was wrapped around Felix’s finger, so he could help Minho protect the small, freckled boy if necessary.

"Yes, Hannie and you, no one else." He mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. He felt the younger man relax slightly, a sigh filled with relief escaping from his lips.

Felix unhooked Minho’s arms from around his waist, standing up and quickly helping Minho to his feet. The older man whined at having to move so much; he just wanted to lay down, preferably in his nest, and sleep through his heat. He quickly grabbed ahold of Felix’s hand, entwining their fingers for a better grip in case someone tried anything.

"Let me know when you’re ready for me to open the door, okay? We'll take this nice and slow if that’s what you need."

With that, Felix unlocked the door but didn’t open it; instead, he just rested his hand on the door knob. Minho was grateful in a way; the younger was giving him full control over the situation, making the older feel slightly better.

They stood there for a few minutes, the older trying to build up the confidence to have Felix open the door, but then there was a sound. a rumbling sound coming from the younger omega, signaling that he was hungry.

Felix was hungry, and he needed food. It set off Minho’s instincts to care for those younger than him and to protect the younger ones. But he can’t do that when trapped in a bathroom because he's scared; Felix will always be his main priority.

Minho gave the younger man a tap on the arm, nodding when Felix looked back at him. And so the door was slowly opened.

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Jisung watched as Felix was pulled into the bathroom by a blood-covered hand that could only belong to Minho. There were moments of silence, with Chan occasionally telling the freckled angel how to help Minho before the younger had stopped responding loud enough for them to hear.

No one moved; no one said anything for several long moments before their only Gamma spoke up.

"We should get things set up for them... Minho Hyung will need it when he comes out."

Seungmin walked out of the room, wiping his eyes to dry the tears. Everyone else followed after him, trusting their Gamma to know how to help in this situation since no one else knew what to do.

They all took their time gathering whatever supplies Seungmin had listed, such as water bottles, heating pads, painkillers, small snacks, and nesting materials. Jisung was just running on autopilot, listening to every command Seungmin said, like a dog having been trained by its owner. It took them a bit to gather everything since someone was always either on the verge of a panic attack or having one.

They took the supplies back to Minho’s room, except for the two boys, who were still in the bathroom, but that simply wasn’t the case. Both boys were out of the bathroom, with Minho clutching on to Felix like a life line as he buried his head into the younger’s back. Although it was adorable, something wasn’t right.

Minho was clearly shaking, either from the wet-looking clothes or something else; Jisung didn’t know. Not to mention, the smell of an omega in heat was much stronger and coming from the direction of the two boys.

Minho released a sharp, high-pitched whine before whispering something to Felix. The younger man nodded before he made eye contact with Jisung, avoiding the eyes of everyone else in the room.

"He wants Jisung; the rest of you can leave."

Jisung blinked as he opened and closed his mouth, like a fish. He was shocked to say the least, both at the seriousness in Felix’s voice and what he had said. Minho wants him around. Of all people, why him? He was nothing compared to the others; he was just an annoying asshole that people didn’t want to be around.

"Are you sure? One of us can stay if you need us, baby."

That hurt for some reason. Why would Chan feel the need to say that? Jisung was perfectly capable of taking care of his omega and minho, but does Chan think otherwise, or is he just reading too deeply into things?

He watched as Felix whispered something to the older man behind him, only to receive a loud whine in return. "Just Jisung is fine; now if all of you would leave, that’d be great." Felix reached his arms behind him and seemed to grab on to something. "Sungie, can you please get them out of here?"

Jisung darted his eyes to the freckled omega before nodding. "If you all come right this way, you will find something called an exit; please use it and get out. Thank you!" He kept a playful tone to his voice, hoping it would make Minho laugh or at least smile. The almost silent giggle was enough to let him know he had succeeded.

He began to make exaggerated arm movements as he gestured to the bedroom door, shushing them whenever they tried to talk. Once the last member was out, he turned around to meet the gaze of the other two. He saw Felix gently coaxing Minho over towards the nest, the older peeking around the shorter and side-eyeing Jisung.

He slowly approached them, not making any moves that might scare the older woman. He noticed the smell of slick getting stronger the closer he got and came to the conclusion that one of them was in heat, but he knows damn well that it isn’t Felix, so that means...

"Minnie Hyung, do you want to get into your nest, baby? It might make you feel better." He saw Minho glance at him before he pulled Felix to stop, biting on his lip as he nodded.

"I want you and Lix in, too, please." The oldest mumbled before shoving his head into Felix’s shoulder. "Of course we’ll get in with you if you want us too."

That seemed to motivate the older ones to get in the nest a little quicker, or at least get to it. Once Minho had gotten close enough, he immediately went to work and started playing around with it. Only then did Jisung see the bandages that completely covered Minho’s arms. He nudged Felix before gesturing to the older boy’s arms, and the freckled boy only shook his head in response.

He left it for now, choosing to get Minho through his heat before talking to him about it if he wanted. Jisung wasn’t an asshole; he knew what it was like to be cornered and ganged up on when it came to mental health. People usually never care until it affects them, which also makes things worse.

He and Felix stayed a good distance away from Minho and his nest, just as precautions in case he hadn’t wanted them to be close to it. When the oldest was done playing around with his nest materials, he carefully climbed inside and covered himself with a blanket, snuggling into it. Jisung smiled warmly at the sight, happy to see the older man at least somewhat relaxed.

Neither he nor Felix ventured towards the nest in case Minho had suddenly changed his mind about them joining him inside. Instead, they waited for a noise, for a command, for some kind of reaction that signified what the older had wanted or needed. A whine was heard: "Sungie, Lixie, come in?" His voice was so low that they almost hadn’t heard it, but they did.

They slowly approached before carefully climbing inside, letting Minho position them in whatever way he saw fit. Felix is behind the oldest, with Jisung in front between the two omegas and the door. Minho pulled them closer before snuggling in between them, lying on Jisung’s chest with his arms holding onto Felix. The oldest covered them up, deciding that the others needed rest since it was well into the night.

The cat-like omega was the first to fall asleep, mumbling and occasionally rubbing his cheek on Jisung’s chest. Felix followed shortly after, with Jisung waiting a bit just in case one of them needed something before he too let sleep overtake him. The last thing he heard made him smile and giggle at the sass and cuteness.

"Angels and squishy cheeks? Already have."

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"You still have the stuffed cat I gave you?" Jisung interrupted Felix, who was telling a story about something that happened at his old high school in Australia. Jisung had no idea what the younger man was talking about—something involving pigs, a spoon, and a gallon of ranch dressing.

He knew better than to ask. Felix did all kinds of weird and crazy stuff back in Australia, and he knew better than to try asking questions. Instead, he kept an eye on Minho, silently watching the older man with a fond look on his face whenever the older man would giggle at whatever joke Felix made. The older boy was clutching onto a stuffed cat and a frog as he gazed up at Felix with a love-struck look in his eyes. It was adorable, and Jisung had to physically stop himself from cooing.

Felix whipped his head toward Jisung, glaring at him for trying to steal Minho’s attention away. It’s not like he was purposely trying to steal Minho’s attention away from Felix! Although he wouldn’t mind if it was just him that the older man focused on, he loved the way Minho would look at him as if he were the only person that mattered.

However, he was curious about the cat. the cat he had bought for Minho on his twentieth birthday, three years ago. It’s not that he was expecting it to be thrown away, but it looked as new as the day he bought it. There was not a single stain or tear in sight, which he was amazed by, as his stuffed animals always got at least a little damaged, but no, Minho’s was practically new.

"Yes, I need it to sleep." The older man stuffed his face into the cat’s back, rubbing his face against it as he mumbled, "Reminds me of you." And Jisung instantly melted, audibly cooing at the older man as he placed butterfly kisses on the older man’s face, who giggled at his antics. The cat-like boy snuggled closer to Jisung, although he kept glancing back at Felix, which clearly confused the quokka boy.

The freckled angel seemed to understand what the older one was doing and quickly wrapped his arms around the older one, resting his head on his shoulder. They lied there in a comfortable silence, the younger two watching fondly as Minho played around with the frog and cat, which he supposedly named Wangjanim and Minjun.

"Hyung," Felix shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at Minho, "can we ask you a few questions about your heat, sweetheart?"

They felt the omega tense up at the question before slowly relaxing once he realized... something? Jisung doesn’t know what, but he certainly doesn’t like it. They saw him nod, so miniscule that they almost missed it.

"You won’t get mad?"

"Of course, why would we get mad at you, baby?" Minho only shrugged at Jisung’s question, snuggling into the weighted blanket and deeply inhaling the sugary scents of brownies and caramel, a combination he quite enjoys.

"Well, what do you like during your heat? We’ll do whatever you need us to do." Felix spoke, his voice soft as he stared at the omega in his arms.

"Just want this. Is it okay?" He shyed away as he spoke, his voice wavering as if he were nervously awaiting their reactions.

Felix and Jisung glanced at each other. "The cuddling? That's more than okay; we’re not doing anything that you aren’t comfortable with, okay?" Minho nodded, keeping his eyes on Jisung before occasionally glancing at Felix.

"Is there anything you need?" More blankets?  food or water?" Questions kept pouring from Jisung’s mouth, not giving Minho time to respond before asking another. "No! I'm okay, only tired." Jisung only nodded before lying down, allowing the older man to snuggle up to him.

"Hyung? Is it okay if I ask you some things?" They turned to look at Felix, who was staring down at the new-found omega. He silently watched Minho, waiting for a response, smiling when the older man nodded.

"When was your last heat?"

"2 years ago, I spent it with my hyungs." Minho smiled to himself as he recalled the memory. His hyungs were always so kind and gentle towards him, spoiling him at any given opportunity, especially Yoongi.

"Okay, so you’ve been taking suppressants for 2 years now. Can you tell me why you began to take them in the first place?"

Felix sunk down, wrapping his arms around Minho’s waist as Jisung placed his hands on the older man’s hair. "Alphas made me do it." The response caught the younger two by surprise, all movements ceasing as their scents soured. Minho froze up before scrambling to get away from them and actually managed to make it to the corner of his room.

"I’m sorry!  "I didn’t mean it; please don’t be mad." He mumbled out apology after apology, not giving the younger two time to speak. "Please don’t hurt me; I’ll do whatever you want. Please no!"

They slowly approached him, careful not to startle him.

"Baby, we’re not mad at you, I promise. We would never make you do something you didn’t want, okay?" Jisung was the one speaking, his voice slow and steady as he talked to the older man.

"But you’re mad; it's my fault. I won’t do it again; I promise I won’t."

Jisung and Felix shared a look before the older of the two sighed, dropping to his knees before lying on his back with his palms facing outward. He bared his to the older, and a deep rumble soon filled the room, causing Minho to look up at the sound of purring.

Purring was something that couldn’t be faked and could be done by all sub-genders. It was a way to let others know that they were happy and content, or not upset at them in this case. Jisung stayed like that before he felt a trembling hand press onto his stomach and neck, letting him know that Minho had accepted his submission.

He sat up, only to have Minho launch himself into his arms. a long and high whine making its way past his lips, the older man frantically rubbing his face into his shoulder. Jisung kissed his forehead, mumbling sweet words into his ear.

"You think you can get back into your nest, love? We can leave if you want to be alone right now." Felix spoke from behind Jisung, patting the older man on the back. Minho nodded before standing up, dragging Jisung and Felix with him.

He may be scared and upset, but Felix will always be his main priority. As long as Felix was safe and happy, he didn’t really care what happened to him. Jisung was sure to keep Felix safe; that’s one of the main reasons why he wanted him to stay.

He hurriedly climbed into the nest, grabbing ahold of the cat and frog that he seemingly adored. He whined when Jisung and Felix didn’t climb in, making grabby hands to signal that he wanted them inside. He grinned when they did exactly as he wanted, getting back in their previous positions as the older Omega had wanted.

But that simply wouldn’t do. Minho rolled over until he was lying on top of Jisung, tugging on Felix’s wrist to get him to follow and giggling when he did exactly that.

They laid like that for hours. Jisung was in heaven as he was surrounded by his two beautiful omegas that he loved so much, choosing not to acknowledge the slick that was getting on his leg.

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sticky and wet

That’s all Minho felt—sticky and wet. Every movement was followed by a weird squelching sound and a heavy scent of slick. It caused him to avoid climbing into their laps, afraid of being ridiculed for it if the slick got on one of them.

So he sat off to the side; technically, he was in the middle, but still, he sat on the bed with his legs crossed, sulking at the sticky feeling between his legs. He absolutely hated it, and to top it all off, his stomach and head felt as if they were going to explode. If he were with anyone else, his BTS hyungs, he would have told them, but he wasn’t with them.

No, he was with his band members while his hyungs were on tour or something. He could be getting babied right now, but instead he was worrying for his and his younger omegas' safety.

Oh, how he loved living!

"Min Hyung? You okay?" The older person in question only grumbled and shrugged in response, not having the energy to talk, to feel, or to react. He was highly aware that he was being a bitter bitch about it, but he thinks it’s justified.

"Hmm…  Would a bath make you feel better?A warm bubble bath perhaps?" Felix suggested that it had always made him feel better during his heats, so maybe it’ll help Minho. The omega in question looked unsure; questions ran through his head, considering every possible outcome before finally agreeing. A warm bath is exactly what he needs, and considering the fact that the two younger males hadn’t done anything yet, he graciously accepted the idea.

The alpha smiled before offering a hand to the oldest, who hesitantly took ahold of it, and they slowly ventured towards the bathroom where Felix had run ahead of them. Minho sat on the counter while the other two prepared for his bubble bath, gathering his clothes and setting up the water.

Once done, they guided him towards the tub before turning around so he could undress and get in. He silently thanked them before doing so. The water was just the right temperature and was loaded with bubbles that reached his chin once he sank down into them. He happily began to play with the bubbles and eventually Felix as Jisung watched over them, stars in his eyes as he did so. It went on for a few more minutes before the water began getting cold, but Felix added more hot water, and then Minho had finally gotten an actual bath, washing his hair and body before he had to get out.

He was helped out by Jisung, who avoided looking at him, while Felix wrapped a towel around him. The two guided him out of the bathroom with their hands hovering over the small of his back before they got situated by his desk, where clothes and medical supplies were laid out.

"We aren’t going to make you tell us anything, okay?" Jisung said when he noticed the oldest glancing at the medical supplies, "But we do need to treat them so that you don’t get an infection. Is that okay with you?" He thought it over, searching Jisung’s eyes for signs that he was lying, but found nothing, and so he gave a nod as he was handed the clothes to put on.

He pouted at the idea of having to move, so he gave his best puppy eyes to Felix, hoping he got the hint. Luckily for Minho, he did! The angel slipped the sweater over his head before turning around so Minho could put on the underwear and shorts, then proceeded to dry his hair all while Jisung treated the injuries he had.

The scratches had started to bleed a little in the bath and only doubled when he was getting dried off with the towel. Not to mention his wrist, which was still very much broken and hurt like hell; thankfully, he was getting used to the pain and was mostly able to just tune it out. Jisung would probably make him get it checked out at some point, so it wasn’t too much to worry about.

"When your heat is over, we should get your wrist checked out," the squirrel man said on autopilot as he put a wrist brace that Minho didn’t even know they had on the injured cat boy. "Don’t take this off, okay?" "It should help with the pain you have, but if it starts hurting too much, then let one of us know, okay?"

Minho nodded as he stared up at the young boy, who only smiled at him in turn before he placed a light kiss on the brace and said, "I had to kiss it, so you heal quicker." He stood up from the kneeling position he had been in before offering a hand out for the oldest omega to take, who did so without hesitation. Minho took ahold of Felix and pulled the both of them towards the nest, which she literally yanked them into.

He was excited! He could now crawl on top of them for naps and cuddles without having to worry about getting that disgusting slick on them! He hurriedly got them into the usual positions, Felix behind him and Jisung facing the door, before laying on Jisung. Felix draped one of the lighter blankets on them before placing the weighted one on Minho.

Thank God for Felix being there; otherwise, Minho wouldn’t know what to do! The oldest smiled before he grabbed ahold of the young Omega’s hand, squeezing it before rubbing his head against Jisung’s chest. He contently fell asleep to the deep purring from Felix and Jisung’s fingers running through his hair.

Oh, how he loved living!

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While the three upstairs were comfortable and content, downstairs was an entirely different story.

Jeongin, Chan, and Changbin had moved all furniture in the living room, as Hyunjin had requested, out to the far walls. Seungmin fetched all the materials Hyunjin had wanted before the tallest began to build a large nest in the living room.

Every blanket, pillow, and clothing item that they could get their hands on were given to Hyunjin for his nest. Everyone stood silently in the kitchen until the blonde called for them.

Chan had already called the managers and JYP a few hours prior to request a break for a few weeks on personal matters; he had made it clear that this would be non-negotiable, and they had decided not to press further.

He gave himself a moment to think, leaning against the kitchen island as he thought about all the events leading up to the current situation.

Minho was an omega, and he hadn’t told anyone about it, not like he necessarily had to. On top of that, he was currently in heat and had been on suppressants for god knows how long, meaning he probably needs to see a doctor to make sure everything is functioning properly. He’s not even going to mention the fact that his dance leader was genuinely terrified of him.

Chan knows he's messed up beyond repair, and he has no idea what he’s going to do. He cares for them all, but he has done a terrible job of showing it to the newfound omega. He doesn’t want Minho to leave them, but he wants the younger to be happy and safe, even if that means leaving.

He sighed before resting his head against his arms, and he thought to himself. Why had he treated Minho this way? He loves him, and he promises that he does! But this is not how you treat someone you love, and he clenches his fist as a harsh realization hits him.

He was exactly like his father.

He was taken from his thoughts when he heard a whine from the living area. Upon looking up, he saw Hyunjin staring at him, eyes a deep blue color like that of the ocean, and Seungmin matching with eyes a gold honey color.

Hyunjin whined again, making a gesture similar to grabby hands as he glanced between Chan and the nest, signaling that he wanted the alpha to come in. Chan slowly made his way towards the nest, taking it in; the nest itself took up half the living room, with nearly every clothing item, blanket, and pillow constructing it. Changbin and Jeongin were already inside and cuddled up to the other two. They all stared up at their alpha, waiting for him to join them in the safety and comfort of the nest.

He sat in the nest, letting Hyunjin position him to his liking, before humming with satisfaction. It was silent for a while before a small voice spoke up, "What are we going to do, Hyung?" It was so soft that Chan nearly missed it, but it was there.

Chan sighed before burrowing his face into Seungmin’s neck, who had crawled into his lap, before responding, "We’ll have to talk to him properly this time. We all owe him an apology and an explanation; after that, it's up to him if he wants to leave or not." His voice had wavered before he continued, "What happens during and after his heat is entirely up to him. For now, all we can do is wait, be there, and support him from afar."

That seemed to calm them down ever so slightly. Hyunjin and Seungmin had visibly relaxed a little, with the omega pulling the alphas and gamma down towards him, laying on Changbin, and Seungmin decided to lay on both Jeongin and Chan.

They listened to their Omega and Gamma purrs, the vibrations and sound calming them as exhaustion began to weigh on them.

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It had been two days since Felix and Jisung had treated the injuries on Minho, and they were now getting changed on a regular basis. For the most part, his heat had been rather mild, the three mainly cuddling and trying to keep Minho as calm as humanly possible. Everything was relatively nice so far, and the younger two thought it would stay that way.

They thought wrong, so wrong. Early that morning, they had woken up to Minho holding his stomach and wriggling around with poorly muffled sobs and whines falling from his mouth. The two boys shot up and carefully shuffled over to him, deciding not to touch him as it could make things worse. "Hyung? What’s wrong? Do you need me to get you anything?" They questioned only to not be answered. Jisung reached out and started to play with the omega’s hair, although what normally helped calm him down, only made things worse.

The boys had no idea what to do, no one really understood an omega’s heat other than an omega themselves. Jisung glanced over at Felix, the younger having his eyebrows furrowed as he thought to himself, "Do you have your phone?" Jisung shook his head and said, "Quickly look for Hyung’s phone and give it to me."

They frantically searched for the phone, finding it on the flower between the bed and bedside table. Felix snatched it out of Jisung’s hand before unlocking the phone; he knew the older man’s passcode as it was the date they debuted. He went to the contacts and pressed on Chan’s, the leader picking before it could even ring once.

Felix began to speak before Chan could get a word out: "Minho’s crashing; get up here now." With that, he hung up, tossing the almost dead phone somewhere to the side before he grabbed ahold of Jisung, positioning him to be somewhere behind the Omega in heat. They waited for a few seconds before the other five members burst through the door.

They looked like shit, but that wasn’t important at the moment. Felix gestured for them to come closer. "Hold your wrists out to him and push out a steady stream of your scent, but do not touch unless he wants you to." He gave them all a stern look before he gestured for them to do as told. With their wrists out, they had their scent glands upward. They waited for a second, all of them allowing their scents to fill the room as Felix tried to bring Minho back to reality and Jisung just played with his hair while purring.

**It took a few minutes, but eventually the oldest omega opened his eyes, a vibrant blue being shown as they glistened from the tears. "Hyung? Are you with me?" Minho shifted his eyes towards the freckled blonde, a soft giggle escaping from him before he caught a whiff of all the scents in the room: forest, rain, cotton candy, caramel, brownie, clean linen, and fresh baked bread.

**He whined as he glanced towards the ones standing outside the nest, all of whom were looking at him and, frankly, looked like shit. He giggled to himself as he looked at them, finding their appearance amusing as they all had lines on their faces, eye bags, and hair that made it look as if they were caught in a wind storm. His amusement was cut short when he saw how red their eyes were and just how shaken they were, specifically Jeongin’s and Seungmin’s.

They were the babies, the youngest of the group, and if they were shaken up that hard, then something must have been wrong. They didn’t cry that much, especially in front of other people. He wracked his brain as he tried to think of a reason for them to be so shaken up, but couldn’t think of anything. Maybe they saw something that he hadn’t? That would explain why they were all suddenly in the room.

Without much more thought, he reached out and grabbed ahold of Jeongin’s wrist before quickly letting go when the younger man flinched. He whined before looking up at Jisung, only now realizing that his head was in Jisung’s lap as he made gestures with his eyes, not wanting to speak just yet. "Try again, baby. I’m sure he was just startled." Minho had looked unsure, but did as suggested and cautiously reached for Jeongin’s wrist once more, only receiving a small smile of encouragement as he was pulled into the nest.

After placing the youngest where he wanted him to be, he ultimately decided to just sit in Jisung’s lap to make things easier for him. He looked up at the alpha, making a questionable noise as he glanced over to the others with a cautious look. "They won’t do anything to you, baby, I promise. If you want them to leave, just let me know, okay?" Minho only nodded before looking back over to the others before deciding that Seungmin and Hyunjin needed to get to safety immediately.

It was dangerous for them to be outside the nest! Not to mention the fact that Minho’s brain was fuzzy and his body ached; he couldn’t protect them in this state! He gripped Seungmin’s wrist before pulling him inside, doing the same to Hyunjin, neither of whom protested. He put them on the other side of Felix before passing the ones inside his nest an article of clothing, wanting to get the scents in his nest before he placed them in a way he liked.

He snuggled up to Jisung once he finished, playing with the young alpha’s fingers before a sneeze reminded him of the other two alphas in the room. It’s not like he had a problem with Chan and Changbin, but they were the head alphas, with Chan being the leader and Changbin being the second in command.

They held more power than Jisung, who was technically third in command but never really had the chance to act like it, and Jeongin, who had only presented two years ago. Everything group-wise was run by Chan and Changbin first, with other members being able to put in their input, but the final decision was up to them.

And Minho had just willingly denied them access to his nest, but Jisung had said they wouldn’t do anything, and so far he had no reason to not trust the younger. However, it wasn’t safe for anyone of them to be outside the nest, and that something outside the nest must be the reason he blacked out! He reached out to them, carefully grabbing ahold of the wrists as he pulled them into the nest and positioned them to be in front of Hyunjin and Seungmin.

So they all sat there together in Minho’s, their now-newest omega's, nest. It was quiet, the only sounds being Jisung’s nonstop humming before Minho broke it. "Me sleep?" Two words were the only thing he had said in two days. Jisung smiled and said, "Of course, baby. You don’t have to ask to go to sleep."

Minho giggled before gesturing to one of his weighted blankets and getting comfortable in Jisung’s lap, with his head laying back onto Jisung’s thigh and legs dangling over Jisung’s other leg. He had a view of Jeongin, who had been making funny faces in an attempt to get the elder to laugh, which worked pretty well for some reason unknown to the alpha.

It went on for a few minutes, with Minho’s giggles, Felix whispering a story to the older omega as he usually did, and Jisung steadily purring. The others watched silently with fond smiles and a guilty glint in their eyes as the new oldest omega dozed off.

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Hi guys! I know its been a while and I’m sorry for not updating! But, I just want to let you all know that I am going to finish this at some point, but as of right now, I have decided to rewrite so that it makes more sense and is easier to understand! It will still stick to the same plot that I have in mind (cuz I ain’t creative enough to come up with a different one), I’m just making it less messy!

I also want to give an explanation as to why I haven’t updated in like 4 months! The main reason being school since I value my education and I’ve been stressing. I also didn’t have any motivation or ideas for this, and for some reason rewriting it just makes sense to my sleep deprived mind.

But again! I’m really sorry for not updating, and I have no idea what I’m going to do with this version yet, but I’ll figure something out!

I hope you all have a good day/night! Take care of yourselves <3

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Hi guys!!!

It’s lucky (or Lia) and i’m so happy to tell you all that I remembered my damn password to this account! I’m sorry it took TWO YEARS

But also, I do have another account thay I am more active on since i lost (temporarily apparently???) lost access to this one! The username for that one is linojins, in case anyone wants it.

As for the status of Bubblegum, it WILL BE COMPLETED! If anyone is even still interested in this story lol, but my writing style has changed quite a bit fyi since I started Bubblegum when I was like 15

Anyways, I’m so sorry for disappearing out of the blue like that! I absolutely did not mean to do that in the slightest lol

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This will probably be the last time I log in on this account, but I just wanted to let everyone know that Bubble Gum had officially been posted on my other account! It’s under the same name and roughly under the same tags.

I’ll still leave this version of Bubble Gum up though since people are so fond of it, but just be aware that the new/repost is edited and will have a few differences than the original one!

Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy the repost

https://archiveofourown.info/works/70290691