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Christopher Bahng

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Bang Chan

𝑲𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Bahng Chan

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean, Australian

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 26 | October 3, 1997 | Libra

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Alpha | Pack Alpha - Leader of Stray Kids | 3racha | ENFJ

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Leader | Producer | Vocalist | Dancer | Rapper

𝑰𝑮: @gnabnahc

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Lee Minho

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Lee Know

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 25 | October 25, 1998 | Scorpio

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Alpha | Head Alpha - Member of Stray Kids | danceracha | ISFP

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Dance Leader | Main Dancer | Vocalist | Sub Rapper

𝑰𝑮: t.leeknowsaurus

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Seo Changbin

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Changbin

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 24 | August 11, 1999 | Leo

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Alpha - Member of Stray Kids | 3racha | ESFP

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Main Rapper | Vocalist | Producer

𝑰𝑮: @jutdwae

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Hwang Hyunjin

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Hyunjin

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 23 | March 20, 2000 | Pisces

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Omega - Member of Stray Kids | danceracha | ESTP

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Lead Dancer | Sub Rapper | Vocalist | Visual

𝑰𝑮: @hyjinnnn

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Han Jisung

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Han

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 23 | September 14, 2000 | Virgo

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Omega | Head Omega - Member of Stray Kids | 3racha | ISTP

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Lead Rapper | Vocalist | Producer

𝑰𝑮: _doolsetnet

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Felix Lee

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Felix

𝑲𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Lee Yongbok

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korea, Australian

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 23 | September 15, 2000 | Virgo

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Omega - Member of Stray Kids | danceracha | ESFJ

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Sub Dancer | Sub Rapper | Vocalist

𝑰𝑮: @yong.lixx

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Kim Seungmin

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - Seungmin

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 23 | September 22, 2000 | Virgo

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Beta | Pack Beta - Member of Stray Kids | vocalracha | ISFJ 

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Main Vocalist

𝑰𝑮: @miniverse.__

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Yang Jeongin

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - I.N

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 22 | February 8, 2001 | Aquarius

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Alpha - Member of Stray Kids | vocalracha | INFJ

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Lead Vocalist

𝑰𝑮: @i.2.n.8

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Jeong Y/n

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 - AZ.U.RE

𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: - Korean, American

𝑨𝑮𝑬: - 21 | May 17, 2002 | Taurus

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶: - Omega, Prime Omega - Member of Stray Kids | vocalracha | INFP

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: - Sub Vocalist | Sub Dancer | Sub Rapper | Maknae

𝑰𝑮: @az.u.re

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ft. other k pop artists.

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Terms: -

Alpha

A sub-gender. Ability to impregnate other omegas and betas. Ability to command another sub-gender. Goes through ruts for their cycles. Forms a knot at the base of their cock, it locks inside the walls of an omega or beta's vagina to ensure a stronger chance of reproduction. Position in the pack to provide and protect.

Omega

A sub-gender. Ability to bear children by alphas, betas, and omegas. Goes through heats and produces slick. Has a uterus and a vagina that can withstand an alpha's knot. Position in the pack to love and comfort, bear children.

Prime Omega

A sub-gender. Ability to bear children by alphas, betas, and omegas. Can command all sub-genders. Stronger than omegas, more fertile, headier pheromones. Goes through more frequent heats compared to an omega and produces slick. Has a uterus and a vagina that can withstand an alpha's knot. Position in the pack to love and comfort, bear children.

Beta

A sub-gender. Ability to impregnate other omegas and betas, can bear children by alphas, omegas, and betas. Goes through heats and ruts and can produce slick and form knots. Has a uterus and a vagina that can withstand an alpha's knot. Their pheromones are weaker compared to the other sub-genders along with their fertility. Position in the pack to mediate, give advice to the alphas and omegas.

Pack

A group of people formed by a bond, essentially a second family.

Positions: -

Pack Alpha

Leader of the pack, makes official pack decisions.

Head Alpha

An alpha in leadership, takes care of the pack in abstinence of the Pack Alpha.

Luna

Mate of the Pack Alpha, tends to the care of all packmates.

An omega who is the sole leader of a pack.

Head Omega

An omega in direct charge and care of all the members of the pack. Gives guidance to the Pack Alpha based on the conditions of the packmates.

Pack Beta

A beta in leadership, keeps the pack settled and mediated, and assists the Head Alpha when the Pack Alpha is away.

Presenting

A stage in a person's life where their sub-genders are revealed (essentially like a second puberty). Omegas and Prime Omegas tend to present earlier than other sub-genders. From ages 12-15. Alphas tend to present around 15-18. Due to their extra reproductive systems, betas tend to present much later, around 17-22.

Heats

A cycle of time where an omega or beta is at their highest hormonal cycle and fertility rate. Their bodies produce heavy aphrodisiac-like pheromones along with slick to lure in a mate with the intention of making a baby. Their sub-genders take complete control over their body causing them to be extremely vulnerable but they are still aware of what is happening around them. They range from 3 to 7 days.

Nests

A comfort space created in a bed or a safe and sheltered area by omegas, prime omegas, and betas. They're made in many different shapes and forms.

Ruts

A cycle of time where an alpha or beta is at their highest hormonal cycle and fertility rate. Their pheromones and commands are stronger and harder to resist during this time. Their sex drive is high and they form knots more frequently. Alphas have a harder time staying lucid compared to other sub-genders during their cycles because it is the only time their alphas allow them to rest and be vulnerable. They range from 2 to 6 days.

Dens

The living space of an alpha or beta.

An area created in a bed or a safe space by an alpha or beta with the intention or purpose of an omega or beta creating a nest for them (a courting ritual).

Sub-gender eyes

An eye color that shows the status of a person's sub-gender and sense of mentality or control.

Red - A basic color of an alpha. It's also a sign that an alpha comes from a strong bloodline of alphas.

Purple - A common color shown when an alpha has a strong mix of omega or beta genes. It's also an indicator that the alpha had a high chance of presenting as an omega.

Gold - A basic color of an omega. A sign they come from a bloodline of the most basic mating dynamic, alphas and omegas.

Green - A color shown when an omega has a strong bloodline of betas and high chance of presenting as a beta.

Turquoise - A basic color for a Prime Omega. It's also a sign that they have a strong bloodline of alphas.

Orange - A color shown when a Prime Omega has a strong mix of omega genes. The darker the orange, the higher the chance of them presenting as an alpha. The paler the orange, the higher the chance of them presenting as an omega or beta.

Silver - A basic color of a beta. A strong sign of heavy beta genes.

Blue - A color shown when a beta has strong alpha and omega genes. The darker the blue, the higher the chance of them presenting as an alpha. The paler the blue, the higher the chance of them presenting as an omega.

Scent glands

An area of skin that produces pheromones in the form of an extremely thin oil-like bodily liquid. can attract a potential mate and express feelings. Appears as regular skin and is approximately 3 inches long. Can become raised or swollen when actively stimulated, irritated by constant concealment, or negative emotions. Scent gland locations: left and right side of the neck, cheeks, inner wrists, hips, and lower inner thighs.

Slick

A bodily fluid produced by omegas and betas. Has the ability to attract other sub-genders and is created when aroused

Primal

When a person is more intune with their sub-gender, they are considered primal. Being primal is a type of headspace, a place in your mind where your subconscious is taken over by your sub-gender/inner wolf. Your actions are that of your wolf and your instincts are stronger

Sub Drop

An action triggered by an emotional reaction that forces their sub-genders into control to protect themselves. Can be dangerous if triggered by negative emotions or a traumatic event. The person becomes semi-unresponsive, almost as if they're in a wakened comatose state.

Feral

A person is feral when a traumatic event takes place that juts their instincts into overdrive causing their sub-gender to completely take control of their body, sheltering themselves and lashing out using violence.

Dormant

A survival mechanism that shuts down the body and puts it into a protective comatose-like state. It’s triggered by severe measures of stress, grief, fear, anguish, or emotional pain and is considered deadly if left in that state for longer than 10 weeks. The scent of dense earth or dirt is a clear sign of a dormant state. It happens to omegas and if other omegas are left in the vicinity of the omega giving off the scent, they too can fall dormant.

Commands

An authoritative tone of voice used by alphas and prime omegas that can order and control other sub-genders to their will.

Scruff

A form of restraining or controlling someone by applying a two-point pressure to the back of the neck with the use of the canines of someone's teeth or the tips of someone's fingers. There's a nerve located at the base of the neck that triggers a relaxed state of mind with the right amount of pressure. Depending on the length and pressure of the scruff, a person can fall into a comfortable subspace or come up from a subdrop at various speeds.

Collars

A necklace that symbolizes a sense of ownership or a claim made by an alpha or a Pack Alpha.

Marks

A mark caused by the venom of a person’s fangs when bitten into a scent gland. The right scent gland on the neck is for permanent mating bonds. Inner right wrist for temporary pack bonds. Permanent pack bonds can be placed anywhere on the body due to the potency of an alpha’s venom.

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☉ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭: 08/25/2023

☉ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Ongoing

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“You want us to do what !?”

The head manager, Lee Hakkun, sighs as he sits forward in his seat. “It’s been decided that if you want to renew your contract, you have to accept a female trainee to debut with you.”

Chan stares back at him with a blank expression but the clenched fists resting on top of the glossy wooden table show how tense and angry the alpha truly is.

“H-Hakkun-ssi.” Minho sits up straighter in his seat. “This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?”

“Of course, it isn’t.” Their other manager, Kim Daehyun, settles his bored expression on the alpha. “These are the terms for all the groups under the company, you aren’t the only one.”

“Why is this happening?” Changbin asks with a frown on his face. “There’s no way you’ve waited this long to spring something like this on us.”

“Admittedly, it’s a new rule.” Hakkun grimaces, rubbing the space in between his eyebrows. “You all are aware of the fandoms complaining about the lack of co-ed groups, correct?”

“Yes, but what does this have to do with my group?” Chan answers, pointing his finger on the table.

“It’s a new protocol to even out the playing field.” Hakkun wrings his wrist as he feels Chan’s furious pheromones deepen throughout the meeting room. “It’s to please all of the fans.”

“How is this evening the playing field?” Minho scoffs. “All the groups under JYPE have been doing this for years, and now we’re going to be stuck with a brand new member just because they don’t like that there aren’t enough co-ed groups in this industry? If that’s the problem, then make new co-ed groups!”

“The companies are working on that, but right now, we just have to go with this plan. It’s the quickest way to appease the fans and the media,” Hakkun tells them.

“What if we don’t agree to your terms?” Changbin asks.

“Then you disband here and now.” Daehyun deadpans.

The members all start to argue and protest at once but Chan holds up his hand silencing them all.

“Can we have some time to think about it?” he utters. 

Hakkun nods with a solemn frown on his face. “You have an hour. We can’t postpone it any longer.”

Chan nods and the managers in the room leave. The second the door closes, Minho and Changbin whirl on him.

“What’s the plan?” Minho asks.

“Are we disbanding?” Hyunjin frowns. 

“I don’t want to disband.” Felix pouts. “We aren’t even finished yet!”

“I know.” Chan groans, running a hand down his face. “This is fucking ridiculous. After all we’ve been through, we’re forced to do this, add a brand new member just to continue our career?”

“But to disband?” Seungmin chimes in. “We can’t stop now, Hyung. We’ve worked too hard for this.”

Chan sighs, crossing his arm over his chest. “I know, pup.”

“What if we did it?” Jisung finally lifts his head, eyes shining with determination. “Added the female trainee?”

“You want another member?” Jeongin asks incredulously.

“No.” Jisung frowns. “I like us as eight, but I don’t want to disband. Wh-What if we told them we’d only agree if you chose the trainee, Hyung? That way it’s still in your image.”

“That could work… if we wanted a female in our group,” Minho mutters.

“We’re not disbanding.” Chan grits, his scent burnt and furious. “I refuse… I think that would work, Jisungie, telling them that I’d get to choose the trainee. I know a few trainees that I’ve seen around the company who are pretty good, who I could use with our sound.”

The pack alpha lifts his head to see different levels of conflict on his mates’ faces.

“Do… Do you guys want to disband?” Chan asks hesitantly.

“No.” “Fuck no.” “Absolutely not.”

Chan huffs out a laugh, his scent lightening in relief as he shakily nods. “Okay.”

Felix gets up from his seat and wordlessly collapses on Chan’s lap, burying his face in his neck. “We don’t want to disband, Chris. We enjoy being in this band with you. It’s because of you that we’ve made it this far and we appreciate everything you’ve done for us.”

Chan’s ears burn red as he wraps his arms around his omega’s waist. “Thanks, Lix. You don’t need to say that though.”

“You needed to hear it though.” He nudges his cheek with his nose. “We love you, Chris.”

Chan squeezes his eyes shut and pulls Felix closer. “I love you too.”

Hyunjin and Jisung are quick to join the cuddle and eventually, the rest do as well, teasing him and calling him old and sentimental. It annoys him but he accepts the affection for what it is.

“Alright, get off of me. You’re heavy.” Chan groans.

Felix pinches his arm but they leave him.

“So we’re adding another member then?” Changbin sighs.

“How do we want to do this?” Minho asks.

“Will she be a part of the pack?” Jeongin asks, his eyes hesitant and cautious.

Chan sits back in his seat. “She could be a platonic member. We’re already an established pack with positions set in place and we’re mates. She’s going to be a part of us now, so we should get comfortable with her.”

“Platonic member works.” Changbin nods in agreement.

“What if one of us falls for her?” Felix speaks up.

Chan makes a face. “We’ll… deal with that if it ever happens.”

“What about 5-star?” Seungmin finally asks.

“Ugh, please no.” Jisung groans. “I don’t want to re-record anything ever again. Please!”

“We won’t.” Chan shakes his head. “The album comes out this Friday and we already have plans for things to be finalized. It’ll be too much of a hassle to put her on the album this late.”

“Ugh, this is so much work.” Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair. “I can already feel the stress piling up.”

“It’s alright.” Chan smiles. “We’ll figure it out.”

Minho gets up and heads up to the door, poking his head out. “You can come in.”

Their managers come back inside and settle into their previous seats.

“Have you made a decision?” Hakkun asks apprehensively.

Chan sighs but nods. “Yes, but we have conditions.”

“Name them.”

“I want to choose the member.” Chan lifts his chin. “Otherwise, we’re not doing it.”

“Deal.”

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Y/n’s life as a trainee was not ideal. She’s just turned twenty one (the bright deadline that’s printed in red that says ‘Hey. You’re getting a little too old for K-pop. Either debut or go suffer working at a BBQ place.’) and she’s still a trainee. She’s only stressing about it a little bit. It’s not like she hasn’t given six years of her life to become an idol or anything, and she’s beginning to feel like her time is running out. She’s gone through tons of planned projects just for them to be rejected. She’s been in four different line-ups, but they were picked through and pulled apart leaving her the only one with the skills to debut.

You’d think after so many trials JYP would just let her debut as a soloist, but he claims that she’s more equipped to be in a group than by herself. Whatever the fuck that means. She knows he truly won’t debut her as a soloist because she’s an omega. There aren’t many omega solo artists in the industry, and JYPE doesn’t want to be the first to put one out. typical really.

Outside of her trainee life, Y/n lives by herself in a small studio apartment that has thin walls and a barely working bathroom, but it’s hers. She works too many part-time jobs to keep count, but they keep her in shape outside of her training, so she keeps up with them. She doesn’t have a pack, her training has told her she’ll form a pack when she debuts… but that has yet to happen. She won’t go against the company though, so she sticks to herself. She’s suffered for it, though.

It’s another one of those days where Y/n has a day full of lessons by herself. There are vocal lessons, dance practice, media training, more vocal lessons, producing classes, and more dance lessons. She goes through the motions like usual, soaking in all the feedback and making mental notes of how and where she can improve. Though without songs to sing on, there’s only so much improvement she can do with her voice.

It’s during the last run of dance moves when her manager comes barreling through the door. It startles Y/n so hard, she trips over her foot and crashes to the ground.

“Oh, my god! I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m sorry!” Yeom Changhee rushes over to her, grabbing her shoulders. “Are you hurt anywhere? Talk to me.”

“Yah.” Y/n grabs the omega’s wrists to stop him from checking over her. “I’m fine, Oppa. Nothing hurts too bad.”

“Yah. You’re interrupting practice,” a choreographer playfully calls out. “What’s going on?”

“Oh. Oh! Right!” Changhee jumps to his feet and pulls Y/n along with him. She jolts in surprise as he tugs her across the room and settles her on the couch. “I’ve got news for you.”

Y/n blinks her eyes at him as he pushes a water bottle and a towel into her empty hands. “Um. News?”

“Mhm!” He nods rapidly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

The omega stares at him before opening her water bottle. “Are you going to tell me the news or are you just going to stand there and bounce like a puppy?”

“You’re gonna debut!”

Y/n chokes on the water in her throat, and Changhee frantically rushes forward to clap her back. “Ack! Ow! Oppa! I’m okay, I’m okay.”

“S-Sorry.” Changhee gently tugs at his long black hair. “I-I’m just excited and stressed.”

“What do you mean I’m debuting?” She clears her throat and fully faces her manager. “I didn’t think there was another project outside of the one JYP is doing in America.”

“There isn’t but there is a new rule. Certain active K-pop groups have to become co-ed in order to renew their contracts.”

Y/n makes her face. “Really? This is how the industry responded to the uproar? By forcing new members on previously established groups?”

Changhee deflates. “Yeah. It’s… not ideal, but this is the good news. You’ll be debuting with a boy group!”

The omega gapes at him before shaking her head. “Nice joke. Very funny, Changhee-ssi.”

“I’m not joking.” Changhee moves back into her vision. “You were chosen by one of the groups under JYPE. They want to meet with you soon. Like now.”

“What?! But I’m all sweaty and gross.” She frantically waves her hand at her appearance. “A-And besides, I can’t debut under a boy group!”

“You can and you will.” Changhee sighs. “Y/n, please. This is your last chance. If you don’t take this, you’ll either have to quit now or join another agency. With your age–”

“Okay, alright.” Y/n cuts him off. “I definitely don’t need another reminder about my age.”

The omega frowns and grabs her hand. “I’ll stick with you no matter what, you know that. If this doesn’t go through, I’ll find another agency that’ll debut you as a soloist and if there isn’t one here, we’ll go to another country. Whatever it takes.”

Y/n’s lips tug into a gentle smile as she squeezes his hand. “Okay. Thank you, Oppa.”

She lets out a stressed sigh and glances down at herself. “C-Can I at least wash up and change?”

“Yes, of course.” Changhee stands up and whips out his phone. “I’ll let them know you’re changing. Meet me on the ninth floor.”

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Y/n is so nervous she can practically feel the sweat pour out the soles of her feet. She’s glad she has the excuse to change clothes before meeting them because she did not think this through.

Debuting in a group that’s been putting out music for years seems daunting. She has no idea how she’s going to put her mark on the world with a group that already has its own genre. Stray Kids. The one and only Stray Kids. She didn’t go through what they went through… at least not as a pack. She’s dealt with the traumas of being a trainee but on her own. Even so, it hasn’t gotten her anywhere. She doesn’t have their experience, their power. How in the world does JYP expect her to succeed under them?

Y/n’s pulled out of her spiral of thoughts by the chiming of her phone and she curses under her breath, rushing to put on clothes. She checks herself in the mirror one last time. Her leggings cling to her skin and her hoodie is a little baggy, but she deems herself presentable enough for a person who just got out of a day’s worth of training and heads up to the ninth floor.

Changhee meets her outside and he snorts as he takes in her appearance. “Oh, Y/n. You look like you haven’t gotten any sleep in the past two days.”

“Well, I definitely feel like I haven’t.” She sighs, letting the older omega brush her hair out of her face. “What’s this meeting for again?”

“Finalizing, in a way,” Changhee mutters. “You’ll briefly meet the members. They’ll talk about the schedule for the rest of the year and where you’ll come in. You can make conditions on your contract, things you will and won’t tolerate. Do you remember what I taught you?”

“Not to suppress more than one heat a year,” Y/n repeats.

“Exactly. Your health comes first, always.” Changhee’s brown eyes flit across her body and he nods in acceptance. “This is gonna have to work. You ready?”

Y/n snorts. “No. Don’t have a choice though.”

Changhee rolls his eyes before gently cupping her face. “Chin up, pup. Bang Chan chose you specifically. You’re top shit.”

The omega huffs out a laugh, biting her lip to keep herself from falling into a fit of laughter. “Please, never say that again, Oppa.”

Changhee smacks her arm. “Brat.”

Y/n snickers as she rubs her arm, and the two omegas head inside the meeting room.

The omega quickly bows to everyone in the room instantly. “Hello.”

“Hello. Welcome in.”

Y/n lifts her head as she settles into a chair at the head of the table, trying not to tremble in her seat. All eight members sit directly beside her and they’re all staring at her with various expressions she can’t discern. It’s then that she realizes she’s the only thing keeping them from being disbanded. They probably didn’t want this any more than she did. With that thought, Y/n tells herself she’ll prove that she’s worth the drama.

“Are you alright?” Chan frowns, beautiful brown eyes flitting across her face. “You look… worn out.”

“Ah, I’m fine.” Y/n waves her hand, absently taken aback by how handsome he is this close. “I had training all day, so it’s been kind of long.”

“Ah.” The alpha nods, a small smile playing on his full lips. “I remember those days.”

She flushes but doesn’t respond, her anxiety running rampant. She can feel Minho’s stare burning through her skull. Although they’re a bit intimidating, they’re all devilishly handsome in person. I can’t believe this is happening. 

“Well.” An alpha a few chairs away from Y/n clears his throat. “Shall we get right into it then?”

“Yes, please,” Minho mutters.

“Firstly.” The alpha leans forward to catch Y/n’s gaze. “Hello. My name is Lee Hakkun. I’m the head manager of Stray Kids.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/n bows her head.

The man next to Hakkun briefly meets her gaze before uncrossing his arms. Y/n has a slight pulse of fear at how big the man is. “Kim Daehyun.”

“We’ve met before.” Choi Jaesung pushes his glasses up his fair nose and gives Y/n a small smile. “How are you doing, Y/n-ssi?”

“Well enough.” She huffs a laugh, relaxing a smidge at the sight of a familiar face. “How are you?”

“Stressed.” He grins, nodding. “As usual.”

Y/n smiles back at him.

“Ms. Jeong, do you know why you are here?” Hakkun asks.

Y/n nods. “I’m here to be the new member of Stray Kids with the idea of forming a co-ed group.”

“That is correct. Although the process is less than ideal, Bang Chan has assured us that you will be a perfect addition to the group,” Hakkun continues, flipping open a binder and sliding it across the table. Changhee wordlessly grabs it, settling it in between them. Y/n risks a brief glance at Chan and flushes as she meets his intense gaze. “We can assume that there won’t be any issues with your performance, yes?”

“Yes, Sir.” Y/n sits up straight. “I’ve been training for this for years and I know that I can do this.”

“Good,” Daehyun grunts. “As your manager goes through the contract, we’ll speak on the upcoming schedule.”

“Stray Kids has a comeback coming out on June second, ‘5-star’. It’s a full album and it’s already recorded and finished,” Jaesung begins, idly tapping his pen against the table. “Unfortunately, there isn’t time to put you on this album, so we will wait until the next one, a Japanese album. In the meantime, you’ll be added to the choreography for this album, but you will not be singing or rapping, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Y/n nods, eyes darting over the table as she processes his words. “Am I allowed to harmonize with any parts?”

Jaesung shrugs and nods toward Chan.

She faces him and watches as Chan lifts an attractive eyebrow but smiles nonetheless. “After you listen to the songs, if you feel as if you can add any adlibs during the performance, I won’t stop you. I actually encourage it. It just further proves to others that our mics are on and that we always sing live.”

Y/n nods, growing shy under his gaze. “Got it.”

“There are fan signs and video call events throughout the comeback season. We’ve cut it short this time, but you’ll experience a full comeback next time.” Hakkun picks up. “Considering your inexperience, this is a good start to what you’ll be going through for the rest of your career so make sure that you work hard.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Changhee clears his throat and Y/n glances at him before darting toward the pages. Her eyes land on the lines he’s pointing to, and she frowns, pulling the contract closer.

“Is there a problem?” Jaesung asks.

“Yes, Sir.” Y/n bites back a growl. “I understand the circumstances of a busy schedule, but I will not belittle my health. Having one heat a year is practically suicidal, and I will not subject myself to such terms.”

Chan stiffens and faces Daehyun with furious eyes. “Tell me you didn’t add that to her contract.”

“It’s part of every omega’s contract at the beginning-”

Chan shakes his head. “I changed that part of the contract for my omegas and hers will not be any different. Take it off.”

Daehyun clenches his fist. “You have two comebacks and a dome tour this year, Chan-ah. We can not afford–”

“Take. it. off. or we walk and I will take her with me.” Chan settles a withering glare on the alpha. “Just because she’s new does not mean you get to walk all over her. There are accommodations for these things. If need be, we can shift her cycle to align with Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix’s cycle so they’ll all be healthily taken care of and out of the way of the schedule. Do not fight me on this.”

Daehyun sighs but wordlessly nods. Changhee quickly scratches out the requirements.

“Ms. Jeong,” Hakkun says. “If you’re willing, can you explain your cycle schedule?”

“Th-That’s fine.” She shifts forward, fiddling with her leggings. “Um. My cycle has been pretty regular since I presented, I have three. My first heat is always after the second or third day of the New Year. Then I’ll get one around my birthday, which was about a week and a half ago, and the last one usually comes around the middle of September. Sometime between the teen dates.”

Jisung frowns as he ponders her words. Y/n only has three heat cycles. She should be having four cycles. They should be every three months, not four. If she’s a virgin, that could be the reason she hasn’t fully matured out to four heats, but as Jisung remembers the requirements of idol training, he remembers that omega trainees aren’t allowed to bond with a pack until they debut. She hasn’t had the chance to properly bond with other omegas which leads to her body maturing into four heat cycles.

Jisung cuddles deeper into Minho’s hoodie as he eyes Y/n. He’s going to have to put in some effort to help her omega mature.

“Ironically enough, that’s perfect timing with this year’s schedule.” Jaesung nods slowly. “Things will be fine. We can handle any hiccups at a later date. The changes can continue.”

“Right. Where was I?” Hakkun idly taps on the table. “Ah, participation. We do want you to participate in every event. We’ll announce your debut the same day ‘5-star’ comes out. You’ll perform with the others and attend all the schedules. That’s the fan sign, video call, and the fan meet that’s being held in July.”

Y/n worries at her lip before sitting forward. “Are you sure it’s alright for me to attend the fan meet? I’m not truly a member yet.”

“Starting June second you will be,” Daehyun tells her. “It will take a bit for the fans to get used to your presence within the band. Fan signs, video call events, and the fan meet itself are perfect opportunities for them to get to know you.”

The omega lets out a shaky breath. “Alright.”

“We’ll also be filming content for the group as well in July, so it’s a perfect time for you to bond with the group while getting used to the cameras,” Hakkun continues. “While it’s on my mind, I was told that you have some vlogs filmed, correct?”

Y/n briefly glares at Changhee who pointedly avoids her gaze for spilling the beans before nodding toward Hakkun. “I-I do, but they aren’t appropriate to post. I can make new ones for the fans though.”

“How are they not appropriate?” Jaesung frowns.

“Well–” She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “-there’s no editing, so there’s… quite a bit of footage of me cursing and saying things I really shouldn’t. I got into the habit of recording whenever I was feeling a little too lonely, and during those times, I’m usually deliriously tired, so I would say the things that came to mind without the filter I learned through training. so… yes, not appropriate.”

Some of the members laugh softly at the omega, and if it weren’t for the patches on her neck, she’d be stinking up the entire room with embarrassed pheromones.

Jaesung snorts, but nods. “Alright. If it’s alright with you, I’d prefer if you gave some of that footage to our editing team and we’ll see what we can work with. Otherwise, you are more than welcome to film more recent content.”

Y/n shrinks into her chair, averting her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“Stage name.” Daehyun faces her. “Do you have one?”

“I– Yes, I do.” She clears her throat. “It’s Azure.”

“Azure?” Chan echoes.

“Like the color?” Hyunjin blinks.

Y/n smiles and nods. “Yes, like the color, but there’s a way I spell it. It has a meaning.”

Y/n takes a piece of paper and writes ‘AZ.U.RE.’

“What does that mean?” Jisung asks, his head tilted to the side in wonder.

“Az-u-re,” Y/n sounds out. “It sounds like as you are.”

“Wah.” Chan sucks air in between his teeth as he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nice wordplay.”

“I wanted to present this term to my fans,” Y/n explains. “I’ll be singing or performing to them as I am in every way possible. I just want them to know that it’s okay to just be who you are and that you should never feel ashamed about it.”

“Wow.” Jaesung nods with a small smile. “That’s beautiful actually. We’ll go with that.”

“I want you to talk about that in a vlog.” Daehyun nods, that same blank expression spread across his face. “The fans will love that. It speaks volumes of your personality and they’ll surely want to connect with you over something like that.”

Y/n beams, nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

She faces the members a little expectantly. Jisung shoots her a gentle smile while Felix winks at her. Changbin nods at her while Chan chuckles, giving her a thumbs-up. She bites her lip to contain her smile but can’t quite sit still. She feels like she just passed a secret test by their responses and her omega purrs in pride inside of her.

They go through more thorough details of her new life as an idol. What she can and can’t do. Her new limit to social media. How closely watched her life will be the minute she’s announced as a member. She’s aware of all of these precautions though. She doesn’t have her own personal account but it turns out she’ll be getting one along with most of the other members in August. Her family is aware of her training to be an idol but they don’t talk or post about it.

She’s in the clear just in case anyone tries to dig up anything bad on her. Y/n was isolated all throughout her school life. She had one friend, but she dumped her to date the boy that Y/n was in love with. The friend knew she had feelings for him, but she went after him anyway. In hindsight, she knew she was a bad friend, but she was desperate back then for any sort of friendship. After that incident, Y/n found comfort in being by herself. Then her dream of becoming an idol started and she followed her dreams, leaving everything behind. After all this time, her hard work is finally paying off… sort of.

“Alright. That’s everything!” Jaesung stacks the contracts together before neatly placing them in a binder.

“Wah! Finally!” Jisung slumps back in his chair. “I feel like this chair is gonna swallow me whole any second!”

The other staff members leave in different stages, hushed murmurs filling the space. Y/n meets Changhee’s eyes and they break into a grin.

“Ah, one last thing. Dorms.” Hakkun turns away from the door. “The members have privately moved into a new dorm house after someone followed them to their previous separate dorms, and there’s an extra room being unused, correct?”

“Yeah.” Chan nods, circling his chair from side to side. “It’s smaller than the rest so no one wanted it.”

“Small is fine.” Y/n nods. “I can guarantee it’s the same size as my current studio apartment.”

“You live by yourself?” Hyunjin asks, his perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed as he drapes himself across Changbin’s shoulders. “That can’t be good for an omega.”

She shrugs, tugging at the hems of her hoodie. “It works for me and I live in a relatively safe area.”

“Do you need help moving?” Changbin offers. “We have some time tomorrow.”

“We actually have all day tomorrow.” Chan turns to her. “We can move you in, and you can spend the day getting comfortable. That’s if you want the help.”

“O-Okay, yeah.” Y/n nods, nervously glancing between the different members. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“Then, it’s settled.” Chan holds out his phone. “I need your number.”

“R-Right.” She takes the phone from his warm hands and types in her number. “Wow, okay. This is really happening.”

Minho huffs a laugh. “You’re only just now realizing?”

“Well, it’s still a bit of a process.” Y/n ducks her head as she hands over the phone.

Jisung smacks Minho’s arm. “Hyung, don’t tease her. You’re making her nervous.”

“Am not.” He grins.

“You make everyone nervous,” Hyunjin mutters, fiddling with the chain on Changbin’s neck.

“Air fryer.” Minho glares.

The omega whines and dodges Minho’s hands as he ducks out of the room.

“I’m hungry! What are we eating for dinner!?” Changbin shouts, stretching his arms over his head. Y/n does, in fact, stare a second longer than she should have but give her some slack, the man is beautifully ripped.

“Come on, bottomless stomach.” Seungmin pats his tummy. “Let’s get some food in you.”

“Yah! Kim Seungmin!”

Y/n watches in amusement as Changbin wrestles the beta, her nose tells her, into his arms and carries him out of the room.

“Yah! Hyung, put me down!” Seungmin shouts in between fits of laughter.

“Seriously, this is why we can’t go anywhere,” Jeongin mutters under his breath as he walks out of the door.

“Hi!” Felix waves at Y/n. “Welcome to the band!”

Y/n has a hard time fighting her smile as the freckled omega bounds up to her with the sun beaming out of his eyes. “Thank you. I guess it’s good to be here, though I can tell it’s pretty rowdy. I thought for a second that was just a thing you guys do on camera but I guess not.”

“Nope!” Jisung throws his arm around Felix’s shoulder and the younger male cuddles into his side. “This is an everyday thing.”

Y/n nods, slightly distracted by his pretty lips. “Right. I guess I’d better get used to it.”

“Absolutely.”

“So–” Jisung lets go of Felix and he dutifully leaves his side, pressing a kiss to Chan and Minho’s cheek before leaving the room. Y/n realizes she’s left with Chan, Jisung, and Minho, her own manager nowhere to be found. “-in this pack, I’m the Head Omega. Not really a position I chose–”

“Yah.” Chan playfully glares at him.

“-but it’s one that my omega has happily accepted without complaints,” Jisung finishes, sticking his tongue out at Chan. “I do want to formally welcome you to the pack and let you know that you can come to me if you need anything . I’m always happy to help.”

Jisung steps back and points to Minho. “He’s the Head Alpha. Seungmin’s the Pack Beta. Chan’s the Pack Alpha. Most, if not, all of the decisions about the pack are made by him. His word is final and always will be. You, of course, can speak your mind and offer any sort of advice for whatever the situation might need. I won’t stop you from doing so and neither will they.”

“We don’t really use the whole hierarchy thing often in the pack, so you don’t have to worry about finding a place and being useful.” His fingers flex with the sign for quotation marks. “It’s stupid and we don’t like the traditional hierarchy in our pack.”

“Fuck the hierarchy!” Minho chants.

Chan laughs, shaking his head. “Min, you do fuck the hierarchy.”

Minho’s ears turn a shade of pink and he turns his head away from the eldest alpha as Jisung gasps. “Hyung! Not in front of the maknae!”

Y/n blanches as Jisung covers her ears. “Oh yeah. I’m the new maknae.”

“Yep!” Jisung beams, removing his hands. “Our little omega maknae.”

“Oh god.” She groans, her shoulders sagging. “This is going to be horrid.”

“Yes, absolutely.” He nods. “Get ready for a shit ton of cuddles because you’re getting all of them. You have no say.”

“Got it.” Y/n smiles, shifting under his intense gaze.

“We didn’t corner you just for that though.” Chan shakes his head at Jisung’s antics and pats his thighs. “Come sit, Sung-ah.”

Jisung happily obliges, settling onto Chan’s lap, and resting his head on his shoulder. Minho shifts closer to tangle his fingers with Jisung’s, and Y/n watches everything curiously.

“What’s the real reason?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you as your pack alpha,” Chan starts. “I know the circumstances aren’t fun, but I did choose you for a reason. You’re the longest-standing trainee under JYPE right now and you have good talent. I’ve seen you dance. You’ve got an amazing voice too. I just gotta figure out how I want to use it for our sound, but until then, I want to work with you on solo songs.”

“Solo songs?” Y/n frowns.

He nods. “Yes. During our dome tour, we’ll be performing solo acts. I want you to perform one of your own. I will make time to work on something with you soon and figure out your own style. If you’re in my band, I’ll always want you to do what you want if it can’t be shown with the group as a whole. That is why the kids have their solo songs on the SKZ-record albums. They have too much talent to just contain them in one little bubble, so I don’t do it. They all want to create music and express themselves in their own way and I will never hold them back.”

“I don’t know you yet.” Chan worries at his lips. “But that’s just yet. But I do know that you have potential to be something amazing and I will take advantage of that and help you prove to the world how amazing you are… If you’re willing to work with me.”

Y/n finally lets herself breathe as she nods, frantically wiping her face. “Y-Yes, of course. I promise to work hard. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Yah, you made her cry,” Minho lightly scolds and Jisung unfolds himself from Chan’s lap.

“S-Sorry, I just really–” The omega breaks down into tears as she finally comes to terms with her reality. “I-I didn’t think I’d ever debut and-and I thought I’d have to give up everything when I worked so hard and made all these songs, slaved over hours of practice- all by myself and–”

“Aish.” Jisung pulls her close, rubbing her arm. “Fine, go ahead and cry. Let it out, I get it. It’s overwhelming now that you’re finally here but we won’t let you fail, okay? You’re here now, you’ve debuted whether it’s hard to believe or not. We’ll whip you into shape, get you out on that stage, and let you shine. You’re one of us now, no matter what.”

Y/n pushes further into the older omega’s embrace and cries harder. His touches are soft as he holds her close. She inhales trying to catch her breath and her head spins at the heady smell of magnolias and black cherry, melting into him. It’s intoxicating but the scent of the flowers mulls it over into a blissful feeling, and Y/n finds herself purring around her cries. She hasn’t felt this comfort in so long that she almost forgot what it was like to have it in the first place.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

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After Y/n pulls herself together, Jisung and Chan escort her out of the room. Her manager meets her at the end of the hall, and his face pales at the sight of her redden eyes.

Changhee rushes up to her, cupping her face. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Appa. Just got emotional.” Y/n squeezes his hand, nudging her nose against his palm.

Changhee huffs and pulls her into a hug. “It’s okay to cry. You’ve made it.”

Y/n slumps into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder and holding him close just a little longer. Changhee has always felt like an uncle to her. She appreciates him more than anything.

“How are you getting home?” Chan asks, face soft and open. “Should I call for a car?”

“I already did.” Changhee smiles at the alpha. “But thank you, Bang Chan-ssi.”

He pats Y/n’s back. “The car is waiting for you outside. What do you want to eat? Dinner is on me.”

Y/n sniffs as she keeps hugging her manager. “Would you be mad if I said steak?”

The older omega laughs, rocking her from side to side. “Absolutely not. Let’s get some steak in you. You’ve had a long day.”

Y/n finally lets him go and faces Chan and Jisung. “I– Thank you for choosing me. I promise to carry my weight.”

Jisung wrinkles his nose as Chan shakes his head. “Don’t talk like that. It’s alright. Go ahead and eat. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Alright.” She smiles, slightly waving her hand. “Goodnight.”

Jisung waves back with a small smile on his face.

“Alright, let’s go. I’m hungry now.” Changhee ushers her forward. His eyes dart down to her neck, and he recoils. “Yah. You still have these on?”

Y/n flinches as Changhee gently takes the patches off her neck. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about those. Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Come on.”

Chan tenses as her scent washes over him, his shoulders rising while his alpha rushes to the surface. Jisung’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating, and he smacks his hand over his nose, trying to keep himself from inhaling her intoxicating scent. What in the world?

Chan takes a rigid step forward, and at the sight of his red alphan eyes, Jisung darts out to grab his arm, yanking him back and slamming him against the wall, quickly caging him in.

“Hyung,” he hisses. “What are you doing?”

Chan briefly glances at him but his face is turned toward the space Y/n left behind, the overwhelmingly ravishing scent that hovers in the air. “Why does she– Her scent– I-I thought she was an omega.”

“She is an omega.” Jisung grips his arms. “She has to be.”

“Do you think she could be a prime omega?” Chan asks, relaxing under Jisung’s hold as he finally reigns in his alpha.

“I don’t know.” The omega sighs, resting his head on Chan’s chest. He frowns as her scent lingers in his nose. “Her scent is so strong . I’ve never met a prime before, but I’m pretty sure that’s what they smell like.”

Chan shudders out a breath as he dips down to bury his face in Jisung’s neck, trying to get that scent out of his head. “Fuck, what did I get us into?”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

“Do you remember this place?”

Y/n smiles, nodding as she glances up at the restaurant. “Yeah. You took me here for my first official line-up, and we had dinner with the other girls.” She dips her head as the memories float through her head. “Unnie got super drunk that night, and we spent the next day cuddling her and nursing her back to health.”

Changhee sighs. “Yep. I’m still a little disappointed that they terminated the contract for that group. You guys would’ve taken over the world.”

Y/n nods, nostalgia filling her veins. “Yeah. We would have.”

“Come on.” Changhee grabs her hand. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Y/n lifts an eyebrow, smiling. “What surprise?”

“Just come.”

Changhee leads them inside, and they make their way through the restaurant. She smiles at the familiar interior. She’s so distracted by her surroundings she doesn’t even realize they’ve stopped until Changhee nudges her hand.

“Hm? Oh!” Y/n perks up at the sight of her longest trainee friend sitting at the table. He has a shy look on his beautiful face as he waves at her. “Junghwa-yah! You’re here!”

The male omega grins and quickly slides out of the booth, pulling her in for a hug. “Hi, Y/n/n-noona! Congratulations on debuting!”

“Oh, Hwa.” She whines, closing her eyes to keep the tears away. Jungwha holds her tight, his sweet lemon scent invading her senses and immediately putting her at ease. “Thank you.”

“Come sit.” Junghwa pulls her into the booth, intertwining their hands together. “Tell me all about it.”

Y/n sighs, turning to him. She blinks twice, noticing his hair is black with blond bangs. It was chocolate brown just a few days ago.

“What happened to your hair?” She frowns, tucking the long strands behind his ear. Junghwa smiles, bumping his nose against her palm. “The black looks really good on you, but you know we aren’t supposed to change our hair often as trainees.”

“He’s not a trainee anymore,” Changhee tells her.

Y/n frowns before realization filters across her face and she grabs his hand. “No way! You’re debuting too!?”

Junghwa lets out a wet laugh and nods. “Yeah! I’m joining ITZY.”

“Really? Oh, Junghwa, this is such good news!” She pulls him close and the male omega grins, rocking her from side to side. “That should be an easy accommodation since we’re friends with them.”

“That’s true, but you? I mean, you’re joining Stray Kids!” He pulls back with a frown. “Those are some big shoes to fill, Noona.”

The omega sighs, her shoulders sagging. “Don’t remind me. I can feel the stress a mile away.”

Junghwa gives her a sad smile and bumps her shoulder. “It’s alright. If anyone can handle it, it’s you, and if anyone can match the raw talent and skill of being a member of Stray Kids, it’s most definitely you.”

Y/n flushes and rolls her eyes, embarrassed pheromones flitting from her glands. “You’re just saying that.”

“Am not!” He smacks her thigh. “Why do you think you’ve been the longest trainee so far? You’re really good, and the company has been picky with placing you in groups because they know how good you are.”

“Junghwa’s right, Y/n-ah.” Changhee gives her a smile. “But it’s the same for you too, Junghwa-yah.”

Junghwa wrinkles his nose. “This isn’t about me though. This is about Noona.”

“It’s about both of you.” Minji, Junghwa’s manager, glares at them. “You’ve both come so far, so we’re here to celebrate you both.”

“Normally, this is around the time I’d try to get you drunk.” Changhee grins, resulting in a snort from Minji and Y/n. “But you need all the energy you can get for the upcoming schedule. I just want you to enjoy this night and your day off tomorrow, okay?”

Y/n sighs but nods. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Good choice.” Minji smiles.

“And remember that I’m here for you , not the company.” Changhee stares into Y/n’s eyes, pouring out all of his honesty through his irises. “I’ve been by your side the entire time, and I have no intention of leaving it. Whatever you need, name it and it’s yours, okay?”

Y/n wrinkles her nose and turns away from the older omega, waving her face to keep the tears at bay. “Yah, Oppa. Can we not do the emotions right now? I’ve cried enough for one day.”

Changhee chuckles. “Sorry, pup.”

Their food arrives, and Minji and Changhee grill the meat, letting Y/n and Changhee talk about their assigned groups and their future comebacks. It’s been a while since Y/n and Junghwa have gotten the chance to sit at dinner and just talk. They met two years after Y/n started training. Junghwa was recruited by his looks on the street and readily agreed. He was part of the group Y/n was instructed to teach how to sing, and after some time, the two omegas stuck to each other. However, because they weren’t allowed to properly bond, they had to keep each other at a distance, both of their omegas already recognized each other as close friends, someone they could trust. Their managers picked up on it and kept it tightly under wraps. Every time they were put into a lineup to debut, they swore to protect their friendship and help them stay close. It seems now that they’ve finally made it, they fully intend on keeping that promise, and Y/n’s never been more grateful for her manager than now. She’s not quite sure what she’d do if she had to go home by herself and celebrate on her own.

After dinner, Changhee takes her home, and she quickly washes up and settles into her nest. She glances around her apartment and mentally groans at the move tomorrow. Her place isn’t messy by any means. She’s barely home enough for it to get to that point, but with the tiny space, it’s pretty clustered so it looks messy no matter what she does. Y/n huffs and turns away from the space, burrowing into her nest and cuddling under her blanket until she remembers the day’s event. She fumbles for her phone and calls her family before she can even think twice about the time.

“Hello? Y/n?”

Y/n pokes her head into the camera and gives her mom a shy smile. “Hey, Mom. I’m sorry, it’s late. I didn’t realize the time until I called.”

“No, It’s fine.” Kailee smiles, brushing her brown hair out of her face. “I was just out with your father and your brother. We’re pulling up to the house now.”

“Oh? How was your night out?”

“It was fun!”

Y/n snickers at the sound of her younger brother’s voice, and Kailee shifts the camera to the back seat. Yongsun grins at her, his short curly hair hanging in his eyes. 

“Hey, Noona.”

“Hey, pup.” Y/n grins.

“‘M not a pup.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” Y/n shakes her head.

“Hi, Aegi.”

Y/n flushes while Kailee faces the phone toward her father who’s driving. “Hi, Appa.”

“How are you feeling?” Jaeyun asks.

“I’m fine,” she says, nibbling on her lip. “I have some news for you guys.”

“Really?” Kailee shifts back into the camera. “What is it?”

Y/n smiles as she sits up in her bed. “I’m debuting this Friday.”

“What!?”

“No way!”

“Oh, that’s amazing , honey. I’m so proud of you!”

“Noona,” Yongsun calls out from the back seat. “Make sure you tell your fans about me so I can be famous.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. You’re too ugly for that.”

“Yah!”

Kailee smiles, shaking her head. “This is amazing news! When did this happen?”

“Today.” She sighs. “It’s a bit last minute. There’s been an uproar among the fans so the company decided to finally answer to them. I’m joining Stray Kids.”

“What!? You are! Can I meet Lee Know and Seungmin!?” Yongsun yells. “Pleeeease, noona. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll take you out to eat at that American place you like so much! Please!”

Y/n laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes!”

Kailee rolls her eyes. “What’s the plan now?”

“Well, I move into their dorms tomorrow.” She huffs. “The comeback is Friday. I’m not a part of the album since they recorded it months ago, but I will be on the next one. We’re going to go into more detail tomorrow and the day after since Bang Chan is the one who puts everything together.”

“Do you need help?” her father asks. “We can stop by if you want.”

“No, it’s fine.” Y/n shakes her head as her father briefly glances at her. “Chan said that he and the pack will handle it.”

“Right, pack” Kailee frowns. “You’re joining their pack, right? Are they going to court you?”

She sighs. “Supposedly. I’m more like a platonic member, Mom. I don’t think they’ll court me or anything like that.”

“They should.” Her father grunts. “What, do they expect you to just join their pack without courting you first? That’s ridiculous.”

“Well, Appa.” She worries at her lip before facing the camera. “They didn’t actually want me to join their group. It was enforced by the company.”

“You should still be courted. You’re going to have to work together in this band which means adding you to their pack. You deserve to be courted, Y/n. I won’t have it any other way.”

“Jaeyun-ah.” Kailee sighs. “Don’t be so hard on her, Yeobo. I’m sure she’ll talk about it with their pack alpha tomorrow, right?”

Y/n nods. “I will. I promise, Appa.”

Jaeyun doesn’t respond for a minute while he parks the car. Kailee wordlessly hands him the phone, and Y/n is face to face with her sire. She gives him a smile and the alpha sighs, smiling back at her.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be hard on you, aegi, but a pack is an important step in your life, platonic or not.” He frowns. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure.” Y/n nods. “There’s no turning back now, though.”

Jaeyun scoffs. “Your Pack alpha. I want to meet him.”

“Appa–”

“Don’t fight me on this, Y/n.” Jaeyun shakes his head. “Even if the situation was different and you were joining a different pack, I still would’ve wanted to meet him. It’s my job. I’m not handing my baby girl off to some alpha I’ve never met.”

Kailee and Yongsun snicker at the man in the background, and Y/n has a hard time keeping herself from smiling. Her father has always been so protective over her, she knew this was going to happen.

“Alright, Appa.” She shakes her head with a fond smile. “Can you come tomorrow? Just you?”

“That’s perfect. Send me the time and I’m there.”

“Okay.” Y/n giggles. “I’ll text you when I wake up. It’s been a long day.”

“Alright, beautiful. Get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Appa.”

“Bye, Noona!”

“Bye, Yongie!” Y/n smiles. “I’ll see what I can do about Lee Know and Seungmin, okay? Promise.”

Yongsun beams and bounces in his seat. “Hell yeah!”

“Yah.” Jaeyun glares at him. “Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry, Appa.”

Kailee sighs, leaning over into the camera. “Bye, love bug. I hope you sleep well. I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you, too, Mom.”

With a final wave, Y/n ends the call and plugs up her phone before she forgets. Her smile still lingers as she cuddles back into her nest. It’s a small and basic family, but Y/n loves them all the same. She makes a mental note to brace herself for the next day and hopes her father doesn’t go too alpha on Chan.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

2023.05.29

The next morning, Y/n is rudely woken up by her alarm blaring throughout the entire apartment. With more than a few curses, she fumbles around her nest for her phone before smacking it twice, finally managing to turn it off. She groans as she finds herself now wide awake. That was the entire purpose of picking such a traumatizing alarm, but she deeply resented herself for picking it at the moment.

Her eyes glower as she notices the time. It’s nine am. She doesn’t have to work today, why the fuck is there an alarm this early in the morning for? With a peak at the note, she realizes it’s for her personal training at the company, but as yesterday’s events catch up to her, she realizes she won’t have to go to them as often anymore. She quickly sorts through her phone and deletes the shit ton of alarms she has for different days before calling her different jobs and quitting them. Her phone lights up with a message and she clicks on it.

Unknown number

Today, 9:10 AM

Unknown Number

hey, Y/n. it’s Bang Chan. are you awake?

Y/n sighs, saving his contact.

Bang Chan 😳

Today, 9:10 AM

Bang Chan 😳

hey, Y/n. it’s Bang Chan. are you awake?

Y/n

sadly, I am.

Bang Chan 😳

😂 tired?

Y/n

yes 🙃

Bang Chan 😳

it’s alright. we’ll be quick with the move and then you can rest for the day.

speaking of. I have movers ready whenever you feel up for it.

Y/n

oh alright.

I’m ready when you are. it’s a small apartment so I don’t have much.

i hope you didn’t get a big truck 😭

Bang Chan 😳

ah, I did 😅

it’ll be fine. get ready. we’ll be there soon.

Y/n

okay… one more thing

Bang Chan 😳

what is it?

Y/n

my father wants to meet you today. he says it’s non negotiable 😭

Bang Chan 😳

ah, okay 😅 that’s fine. I expected this to happen

Y/n

alright. thanks.

i’m sorry in advance for his potential behavior.

Bang Chan 😳

it’s alright. don’t worry about it.

Y/n huffs, tongue messing with the ring in her lip as she quickly messages her father. She glances around her apartment and groans.

“Today is gonna be annoying.”

Y/n gets dressed first and makes her something light to eat before beginning to clean up and pack her clothes away. She contemplates packing up her nest, but she’s not quite ready to disassemble it yet, her omega whining at the idea.

After packing her second suitcase, a knock sounds on her door, and she takes a minute to muster up some energy before moving to open it. She’s met with the gentle smile of her father and slumps in relief, dropping her head against the middle of his chest.

“Oh, thank god it’s you, Appa.” She pouts. “I’m not ready to socialize with strangers.”

Jaeyun chuckles, wrapping his thick arms around her. “I can see that. How’s packing going so far?”

“I’m… making progress.” Y/n sighs, briefly squeezing him tightly before letting him inside.

Jaeyun glances at her closet and nods. “You’re just about done with the clothes. Want me to help?”

“Yes, please.”

Y/n turns on some light music to get her motivated, and the father-daughter duo moves in sync. They clear out her closet, managing to fit all of her things in suitcases and duffel bags. Y/n puts all her shoes back in the box, grateful that she picked up on her mother’s tendencies to keep the shoe boxes. Jaeyun takes down her nest for her so she doesn’t have to, and she’s just about to sort through her kitchen when her phone rings.

Jaeyun picks it up and frowns at the name. “It’s a person named ‘Bang Chan.’”

“Ah, that’s my leader.” She rushes over to him and answers the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey. We’re downstairs.”

“Oh okay. I’m on the third floor.” She nervously glances around, anxiety crawling through her veins at the idea of company. She remembers that she’s moving and doesn’t need to host, so she shoves away her nerves. “I’ll be standing outside. Just make a left after coming out of the elevator or the stairs. The elevator doesn’t usually work.”

“Good to know. Okay, we’re coming.”

Y/n ends the calls and faces her appa just in time to catch him glaring at her phone.

She groans, her shoulders hunching over. “Appa. Please , don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs with a playful smile on his lips.

She glares at him. “You don’t have to. I know that look.”

“What look?” He frowns.

“The look you get when you’re about to scold someone.” Y/n shakes her head.

Her father’s ears turn red, avoiding her gaze. “I’m not… Why do you even know that? I don’t make a face when I’m about to scold someone.”

“You do it a lot to Yongsun.” She snickers. “I do pay attention, you know?”

“Whatever,” he grumbles.

Y/n laughs, opening her door and stepping into the hallway. Not even a minute later, Chan pokes his head out from around the corner and she waves him over, her omega growing shy seeing the handsome alpha again. Changbin, Minho, Jeongin, Jisung, and Felix follow after him, and Y/n reminds herself to remain calm. They’re just people. Really hot and famous people but still people.

“Good morning.” Chan smiles.

“Morning.” Y/n bows her head. She notices the others visibly tense as they near her. Changbin and Jeongin’s eyes dilate, and Felix’s face turns red as he fights to keep his gaze on her face. “I hope the trip wasn’t too bad. It’s kind of clustered in this part of town.”

“It’s fine.” Chan waves his hand.

“It is not.” Minho frowns, finally tearing his gaze away from the interior of the hallway. “It was almost impossible to park on this street without ruining the paint. How do you manage every day?”

Y/n shrugs, clasping her hands together behind her back. “I don’t have a car. That’s what public transportation is for and the JYPE building is only a train station away.”

“Convenient.” Changbin nods.

“Very,” Jeongin mutters, cheeks pink.

“Hi!” Felix waves.

Jisung smiles and waves as well.

“Good morning.” Y/n blushes, waving at the omegas. “Let’s head inside.”

“I didn’t send the movers up here yet. I wanted to get a count of how much we’ll be moving, if that’s alright,” Chan tells her.

“That’s perfectly fine,” Y/n responds, pushing her front door open.

Jaeyun leans against her counter with his thick arms crossed over his chest and Y/n sighs. He took his jacket off while she was out and his tattoos are on full display, his scent sharp with intimidation. Of course, he’s already posturing .

Just like when they first stepped up to her, each of the members tense at her scent drenched throughout the room. Jeongin growls lowly, bright red eyes briefly flashing across his eyes before he smacks both of his hands over his mouth and nose. Jisung elbows him as Chan and Minho give him a look.

“Ah, sorry.” Y/n fiddles with her fingers, insecurity burning through her chest. “I-I know my scent is a bit… strong . I’m sorry. I probably should’ve told you before so you could brace yourself.”

“It’s fine, really.” Chan shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you a prime?” Felix asks, eyes bright and curious.

Y/n frowns, shaking her head. “No. I’m just a regular omega.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Felix.” Chan glances at him with a warning in his eyes.

“I’m just–” His shoulders hike up. “She has the scent of a prime! I figured I’d ask!”

Y/n chuckles, waving her hands to get their attention. “It’s fine, truly. I get that a lot actually. It’ll probably take a bit to get used to my scent though, and I’m sorry in advance for any issues I cause when I move into the dorms.”

“Don’t even worry about it. We’ll handle that if anything happens,” Chan tells her before glaring at the others. “Right?”

“Sorry,” Jeongin mutters, removing his hands.

“Hey, Appa,” she calls him over her shoulder. “Most of the members are here to help me move.”

Jaeyun pushes himself up and walks up to her side. “Hello.”

“Good morning, Sir.” Chan bows to him. “My name is Bahng Chan. I’ll be your daughter’s new pack alpha.”

Jaeyun lifts an unimpressed eyebrow and holds out his hand. Chan quickly grips it, and they shake hands. Everyone watches tensely as the muscles in their forearms visibly shift with their tight grips. Then, Jaeyun huffs out an amused laugh, eyeing Chan.

“Name’s Jeong Jaeyun.” He tilts his head. “Bahng Chan, was it?”

Chan nods. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s a good grip you’ve got there, son.” Jaeyun lets go of him, crossing his arms back over his chest.

“Ah, thank you, Sir.” Chan flushes, rubbing the back of his flushed neck.

“Seriously, Appa?” Y/n furrows her eyebrows, missing Changbin and Jisung grinning.

“Shush.” He glances down at her. “So, Mr. Bahng Chan, do you plan on courting my daughter?”

Y/n palms her forehead, turns away from them and flurries into the kitchen, muttering her embarrassment in three different languages. Jaeyun chuckles at her flustered state before returning to Chan.

“I-I mean–” Chan clears his throat. “We did plan on courting her into the pack, but I’m– if you meant something else, I’m afraid I’m going to have to say no. I don’t know her well enough to court her as… anything more.”

Jaeyun nods. “Good. She’s still too young for a mate…” He lifts an eyebrow. “Though, you’re a very handsome young man. I’d approve if you ever change your mind in the future.”

“Appa!” Y/n exclaims from the kitchen, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

The others snicker at Y/n and Chan’s embarrassed and flustered expressions.

“R-Right. Of course, Sir.” Chan briefly glances at Y/n, his ears turning a dark shade of red.

She sighs, packing her pots and pans. “Seriously, I can’t believe him.”

Jaeyun glances over at her before facing Chan, dropping the playful look on his face. The members flinch and wait anxiously.

“I want you all to know something.” He glimpses at the other members before meeting Chan’s gaze head on. “Y/n… She’s never been in a pack and that includes a childhood pack. My pack that I led…”

He grimaces. “There was an incident and over half of them died. The rest couldn’t bear the grief, so they left and all I had left was my mate and my children. She doesn’t know what it means to be bonded like that, and as much as I hate that her first pack is as a platonic member, it’s still something. She needs that closeness. Her omega hasn’t matured, and I know that she’s really lonely because of her training time.”

Jisung bites back a whine, glancing at Y/n packing with a concentrated expression. “Really?”

Jaeyun nods. “Yes. I just– I want the best for my daughter. All that I ask is that you treat her right.”

He shrugs. “I know the circumstances are different and this isn’t anything ideal but she really is a good kid. She works hard and she’s so caring and loving despite her being alone for most of her life. She’ll be a reliable addition to your pack. I can promise you that.”

Chan nods, taking in all of the older alpha’s information as he briefly gazes at Y/n seemingly looking for something under the sink. “Okay. Thank you for telling me that.”

“Excuse me.” Jisung steps forward. “I’m Han Jisung, Head Omega.”

Jaeyun smiles and bows deeply, making him briefly flush. “Nice to meet you.”

“Can I ask about her scent?” Jisung frowns. “It’s very strong.”

“Ah, that.” Jaeyun lifts an arm to rest his fingers on his chin. “Her umma and I think she should’ve presented as a prime omega. I come from a long line of alphas, and my mate is a prime omega herself. She’s inherited our strong scent, and it has affected a lot of other sub-genders just because of how potent and… enticing it is.”

He glances at Felix and Jeongin as he says the last sentence and the two blush, averting their gaze.

Jaeyun chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. It’s completely normal and it happens to her a lot. I’m not worried though.” He eyes his daughter. “She knows how to protect herself quite well, so I’m not worried about any incidents.”

“You taught her how to fight?” Chan grins.

Jaeyun nods. “Yep. She’s the best fighter on this side of town!”

“Yah, Appa!” Y/n tosses a roll of paper towel at her. “Stop that! Could you please just help me and stop bothering them!?”

Jaeyun chuffs and heads over to her. He moves to hug her, but she smacks his hands away, her scent flustered and exasperated.

“What?” He laughs.

“You had to embarrass me!?” she hisses.

“Yah, give me some credit.” Jaeyun tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re my firstborn and my only daughter. I just wanted to know what his intentions were.”

“Must I remind you he didn’t want me in the band in the first place?” Y/n makes a face. “Why would his intentions change in one night?”

Jaeyun sighs. “Y/n, Aegi, I was just asking. Come on, don’t be mad at me.”

The omega glares at her father before turning and grabbing her favorite set of glass plates. “I’ve got everything else packed away, but I need you to keep these at the house in my room. They’re very important to me and I don’t want to risk them being broken in a house full of men.”

Jaeyun snickers but nods. “Alright. I’ll take them. Anything else?”

“Yes, there’s a bowl and cup set that goes with it along with some chopsticks and utensils. Hold on. I think the box is around here somewhere.”

Jaeyun watches as she climbs onto her counter and opens the cupboard above the refrigerator.

“Hey, Y/n?!” Chan calls out

“Yeah!?”

“We’re gonna start moving the bed, is that okay!?”

“That’s fine! Give me a second!” Y/n calls out pulling the box down and letting her father bring her down from the counter. “Thank you, Appa.”

Jaeyun smiles, kissing her temple. “I’ll pack these away. Go talk to them.”

Y/n frowns, and he bumps her hip. “You’re going to be living with them after today for a while, Y/n-ah. Go get acquainted. Stop hiding behind me.”

She sighs and walks away, catching Chan and Changbin grabbing her mattress and lifting it onto its side. Her eyes linger on their biceps.

“Is this really where you’ve been living?” Changbin asks her.

Y/n shakily nods. “Yeah… Why?”

“This place is not inhabitable.” Jisung scowls. “This is too small, even for an omega.”

“Yeah, well–” She shrugs, turning away from them. “-it’s the only place that I could afford on my own, and it’s the closest place to the company. I didn’t have much of a choice unless I wanted to take away three more hours of sleep from my already busy daily schedule.”

Chan stares at her before jerking his head toward the door, and they head out to the hallway. Jeongin and Minho grab the boxes around it, and she grimaces.

“Um–” She clears her throat. “P-Please be careful with those specific boxes. They have my nest frame and supplies in there.”

“Got it.” Minho nods.

“Are your clothes in here?” Jisung asks.

Y/n nods. “Yes. They’re all packed.”

“Alright. We’ll start to move them.” Jisung grabs a suitcase and Felix is quick to help him.

Y/n grabs her personal bag and quickly packs up her hygienic belongings in the bathroom.

“Aegi?!”

“Yes, Appa?!” she calls out.

“Did you talk to your landlord!?”

Y/n curses up a storm under breath, slumping over the sink. “N-No!”

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. “I completely forgot.”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jaeyun smiles at her through the mirror. “It’ll be okay.”

“What’s left?”

Y/n perks up at Chan’s voice and leaves the bathroom. “Um. My desk is fine. I don’t want to take it down, though. Is there a chance we can fit it through the door?”

“Yeah, it’ll fit.” Changbin pats it. “It’s not that wide.”

She sighs. “Great.”

“Your landlord–” Chan approaches her. “-did you talk to them about the move?”

“No, I didn’t.” Y/n frowns, briefly worrying at her lip. Chan’s brown eyes dart down to the silver ring in her lip, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He didn’t know she had a piercing… It looks good on her. “It completely slipped my mind. I had managed to quit all of my jobs, but I forgot the most important thing.”

“It’s alright.” He rips his gaze away from her lips and straightens his back, giving her a gentle smile. “I can take care of it.”

“Really?” She glances up at him through her lashes, and the alpha internally curses as his eyes dart to the side. His alpha rises to the surface from the beautiful-smelling omega in front of him, and Chan takes a subtle step back, briefly clearing his throat.

“Yeah. I’m not your pack alpha for nothing.” Chan tucks his hands into his pockets. “Do they know you were a trainee? There’s supposed to be a special contract that you’re given in case you debut.”

“Ah. Yes, he knows.” She nods, fiddling with her fingers. “He lives on the first floor, the very first door… if you really want to handle it.”

“I’ve got it.” Chan pats her shoulder. “You just worry about getting the place cleaned up.”

“O-Okay.” Y/n smiles, internally freaking out over his scent lingering on her body. “Thank you so much.”

Chan waves her off, his ears turning red. “It’s nothing really.”

“Alright, that’s everything.” Jaeyun comes out of the bathroom carrying her bag.

Y/n frowns. “Appa, you didn’t have to clean out the bathroom. I would’ve done it.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m here to help after all.”

“Right.” She sighs, glancing around as she leans against his side.

The apartment is bare now. She didn’t have much to begin with, so it’s no wonder it didn’t take long. All that’s left is to clean up and leave the place spotless for her landlord.

“I’m gonna talk to the landlord and the movers.” Chan walks out the door. “Are you good in here?”

Y/n nods. “I am. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

He gives her a dimpled smile before leaving the apartment. Y/n and Jaeyun stand there for a moment before the alpha snorts.

“He is really handsome.”

Y/n sighs like an old lady. “Appa. Please, don’t.”

“I’m just saying. Don’t you agree?” He grins down at her.

“Of course, I–” She jolts and leaves his side. “Nope, no. I’m not doing this with you.”

Jaeyun laughs wholeheartedly as she darts around to begin cleaning up the miscellaneous stuff on the floor. “Oh, come on. You can be honest with me!”

“I’m not doing it, Appa!”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

“What’s that?” Felix asks, pointing to the box Jaeyun puts in the front seat of his car.

“Oh. That’s-That’s nothing.” She waves her hand. “It’s an antique set that I bought. My omega had picked it out specifically, and it’s always brought me great comfort using them ever since.”

“Really?” Jisung lifts his eyebrows. “If they bring you comfort, why don’t you bring them with you?”

“Um.” She clears her throat, averting her eyes. “I’m not very comfortable with that. I don’t… know any of you and the dorm isn’t my home yet. I don’t want anything happening to them and they’re very important to me so…”

“Understandable.” Chan nods. He smiles when she meets his gaze. “It’s your choice.”

Y/n smiles, her shoulders slumping with relief, nodding. “Thank you.”

“Okay.” Jaeyun closes the door and approaches her. “The apartment is cleaned out, and I’ve got your stuff. I should head back home.”

Y/n shakily nods, fiddling with her fingers. “R-Right, okay. Thanks, Appa.”

Y/n nervously looks at the member and panics again. The corner of Jaeyun’s lips tug up into a smile, and he gently grabs her hands. She lifts her head, glancing at him through her lashes, and the alpha croons at the tears in her eyes.

“Yah, Aegi, why are you crying?” He pulls her close and she squeezes him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

His familiar vetiver and amber scent clears the cloudy, uncertain thoughts in her head as her omega registers her father keeping them close, protecting them.

“‘M not crying,” she mumbles, her voice wobbly. “‘M totally fine.”

Jaeyun chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “No, you’re not, Aegi, and that’s totally fine.”

Y/n sniffs, furiously blinking away her tears. “No, really. I’m fine, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m great. It-It’s not like things are gonna change forever now or anything like that.”

“Yah.” Jaeyun tilts her head with a frown. “ Please , don’t lie to me, and don’t hide your feelings. You’re leaving a safe space you created on your own and are moving into an unknown home with a pack you don’t know. It’s okay to be a little emotional right now. Can I– Do you need me to be with you?”

Y/n worries at her lip and glances over her shoulder. The others are in the van, but Chan stands leaning against the side of the car watching them from a distance. Once their eyes meet, the alpha gives her a small smile and cutely waves his hand. She huffs a laugh and faces her father, wiping her face.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll-I’ll handle it.” She nods. “I can do this.”

“Okay.” Jaeyun kisses her temple, sliding his hands up and down her arms. “I believe in you, and you’ll do great. It’ll take a bit of time, but the world is going to love you. Go kick some K-pop ass.”

Y/n giggles as he brushes her tears away once more. “Okay. I will. Thank you for coming, Appa.”

“Always.”

Y/n takes another moment to say goodbye to her father before she climbs into the van with the others. Chan spends a few more minutes talking to Jaeyun as she gets comfortable in her seat, her nerves kicking up again.

Minho leans over from the passenger seat and watches as she puts her seatbelt on. “You got everything?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “I did.”

Minho stares at her for a moment longer before facing the front. “Good.”

Y/n keeps a strong grip on her scent. She feels like she’s gonna burst. They’re all so intimidating.

“Here.” Felix leans over and places her bag on her lap. “Here’s your stuff.”

“Oh, thank you.” She smiles shortly, wrapping her arms around it.

Felix blinks at her as a dust of blush paints his freckled cheeks. “Wah. You know, you’re really pretty. Like I thought so when we first saw you yesterday, but this close you’re like ten times prettier.”

Y/n averts her gaze, letting her hair fall in her face. “I– thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”

“I mean it.” He sits back in his seat. “Your visuals are insane . You have a cute nose, and your eyes are beautiful. The lip piercing looks really good on you, too. It seems natural. You’ll probably be our second visual after Hyunjin.”

“Ah, I don’t think so.” She shakes her head. “He’s really attractive. I wouldn’t compete with his looks.”

“You do,” Jisung tells her, leaning over on the other side of Felix. “Stay is gonna love you. I can already imagine them fawning over you.”

Y/n chuckles, her scent sweetening. “Well… we’ll see.”

Jeongin leans over the seat from the back row. “I thought piercings were strictly forbidden for trainees?”

“Oh.” Y/n lifts her hand to the ring in her lip. “It is, but I was put on this lineup where the concept was like… a hardcore girl group, so the members and I got piercings for it. Our comeback was canceled and our contract terminated, but I kept the piercings. They made me feel confident.”

“You think the staff will let her keep it?” Changbin ponders out loud.

“I think so,” Minho responds. “She won’t have any lines until late this year. I think they’ll substitute it, make her stand out.”

The others mumble their agreement as Chan climbs into the front seat.

“Took you long enough.” Minho snorts, eyeing him.

“Sorry.” Chan gives him a sheepish smile, starting the car. “I was exchanging numbers with Jaeyun-ssi and gave him everyone’s parents’ number. Speaking of–” Chan glances into the rear view mirror. “Make sure you guys tell your parents about Y/n and warn them about her father potentially reaching out to them.”

“Alright.” “Okay!”

Felix pulls out his phone. “I’ll let Hyune and Minnie know.”

Chan glances over his shoulder and meets Y/n’s gaze. She gives him a tight-lipped smile, and his eyes dart down to her lips again.

“You ready?” he asks, ignoring the blush on his face.

Minho notices it though, and he lifts an eyebrow in amusement.

Y/n nods. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Chan takes off, and Y/n notices the truck following them. Music plays through the car as they ride, and the others chat amongst themselves. She thought about conversing with them, but she’s already tired from leaving her little home, so she sticks to glancing out the window, humming to a few songs on the radio.

As they’re sitting at a red light, one of Y/n’s favorite songs starts to play and she perks up with a chirp.

“Um– Chan-ssi?”

Chan glances at her through the rearview mirror. “Just Chan is fine, Chris works too. What is it?”

“Okay. Can you turn up the music for a bit?” she asks.

“Oh, sure.” Chan turns the knob. “Do you listen to Bewhy?”

Y/n smiles with a nod. “He’s one of my favorite Korean rappers.”

“Oh, I’ve heard this song before!” Jisung sits up. “What’s it called?”

“‘Gottasadae,’” Y/n responds.

She idly shifts her hips to the beat with a small grin on her face, and as the second verse starts, the others stiffen, completely stunned, as she starts rapping along the lines with precise execution. Her tone is raspy as she raps, and she flushes under the attention.

“Wah!” Changbin sits forward. “You can rap!?”

Y/n giggles at the exasperation on the alpha’s face. “Yeah, I was trained to.”

“No, but you’re so good at it!” Jisung exclaims as Felix excitedly grabs her hand.

“Hyung!” Changbin shouts. “Can she join the rap line!?”

Chan chuckles, shrugging. “I don’t know, maybe. We can definitely work out a rap line song and add Y/n to it. Your tone is really easy on the ears, wow.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun~!” Jisung sings.

They spend the rest of the ride talking about different rappers that Y/n’s listened to, and she’s a little surprised that she has much of the same music taste as Jisung. They pull up to a ridiculously tall building and into the underground parking lot. 

“You guys live in a penthouse?” Y/n gapes as they climb out of the van.

“Oh yeah.” Felix grins. “It’s awesome!”

“Come on, let’s get your keycard and key so we can show you around.” Jisung crowds her other side.

Y/n yelps as the two older omegas frantically tug her along, glancing over her shoulder. Chan and Changbin snicker at her bewildered expression and wave her off.

“We’re gonna wait for the moving truck! We’ve got your stuff! Don’t worry!” Chan calls out.

She nods and quickly follows Felix and Jisung into the elevator.

“So there’s this elevator that only goes into the lobby,” Felix explains, pressing a button. “There are two sets of other elevators on that floor, which you’ll see. One set goes to the regular apartments and the other is strictly for the penthouses. You can only access it with a keycard.”

Y/n nods. “Cool.”

“And great for security.” Jisung sighs. “Ever since we moved here, we haven’t had to deal with a single sasaeng, so it feels like paradise without all the stress. The security here is no joke.”

“That’s good,” she huffs. “One less thing I’ll have to worry about.”

Felix pats her arm. “It’s alright, you’re safe here.”

The elevator doors open and Jisung pulls her up to the front desk, waving at the receptionist. “Good morning, Hyung-nim.”

The beta in a crisp black suit smiles at the omega. “Good morning, Jisung-ssi.” His brown eyes glaze over to Y/n. “Oh? Hello, you’re a new face.”

“Hello.” Y/n waves shyly. “I-I’m Jeong Y/n, the new member of the pack.”

“Oh, that’s right.” The beta’s fingers fly across the keyboard. “Chan told me you’d be coming today, so I made sure your keycard and key to the penthouse was ready.”

He ducks under the table and comes out holding an envelope out to her. “I’m Jong Euntae, head of security here. It’s a pleasure meeting you. My number is in there along with others who work different shifts, so don’t hesitate to call for anything related to guest visits and the like.”

Y/n takes the envelope with a bow. “Okay. Thank you so much.”

Euntae bows his head. “Of course! I hope you get settled comfortably!”

An elevator door opens, and Jisung perks up. “Oh, it’s here! Come on, let’s catch this one. It takes forever to get up there.”

“Bye, Euntae-ssi!” Felix waves.

Euntae waves to the three of them with a fond smile as they step inside the elevator.

“Press the ninety seven button.” Felix nudges her.

Y/n does as she’s told. “Ninety seven? Isn’t that Chan’s year?”

“Mhm!” Felix grins. “Ironic, right?”

“It’s fate,” Jisung responds, typing something on his phone.

Felix peaks over and frowns. “What are you doing? Are you teasing Stay about Y/n again?”

“Huh?” She lifts an eyebrow, peeking at Jisung’s screen. “What’s that? Is that Bubble?”

“Mhm.” Jisung nods. “You’ll learn how to use it. Your account is still being set up right now. I think it’ll be put up Thursday, and then you’ll have access to it on Friday before we perform.”

“Do you know what kind of vibe you want to have?” Felix asks her.

Y/n presses her tongue against her lip ring as she hums in wonder. “I don’t know actually. I want to be as honest as I possibly can while also coming off as… a friend maybe?”

“What about flirting?” Felix asks.

“Flirting?” Y/n blanches.

“Mhm. We all do it.” Felix shrugs. “You have to flirt with your fans at least once a year, it’s like mandatory.”

She snorts. “Right, okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” She taps on the railing she leans on. “I mean… my stage presence is kind of flirty.”

“Really?” Jisung turns to her. “How flirty? Like Han flirty, Hyunjin flirty, or I.N flirty?”

“Ohh, good question.” Felix nods.

Y/n laughs. “I want to say I.N flirty but maybe in a feminine way.”

“Do you do the tongue thing?” Felix asks with a smug smile on his lips.

She flushes, her scent sweetening again. “Yeah, I do. It just enhances the attention to my lips with the lip ring, so I got used to doing it.”

“Ah.” Jisung nods. “Yeah, you’ll fit right in.”

Y/n beams. “I hope so.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Felix presses against her side and she tenses. “Oh, sorry. Is this alright?”

“No, it’s fine.” She lets herself relax against his side. “Just not used to it.”

Felix beams and pulls out his phone. “Here, I wanna show you something.”

Y/n and Felix spend the rest of the ride watching cute videos about kittens and babies while Jisung watches them. Felix tells her about him and the other omegas wanting to start a family one day with the pack, and Y/n finds it cute how he lights up talking about providing pups for the alphas. When Y/n tells him he’d make an amazing dam, Felix appoints her their god mom, and Jisung whines about it all the way up until they unlock the front door.

“Sungie, I was just saying–”

“Shouldn’t I get the god mom position?” Jisung pouts. “Am I the head omega for nothing?”

Felix watches in amusement as the omega complains while Y/n openly laughs at him. He’s ten times more adorable when he’s talking in pout, and as she tells him so, it promptly shuts him up, resulting in a bright blush and a flurry of pleased pheromones.

“Oh, my god . You’re so easy.” Felix rolls his eyes.

Y/n giggles as Jisung smacks his arm. “Asshole! Am not!”

“Okay!” Felix claps his hands, promptly ignoring him. “This is the foyer, as you can see.”

Y/n finally takes the chance to glance around and blinks at the sheer amount of shoes on the floor.

“Yeah… ignore that.” Jisung rubs his cheek. “We’ll clean it up… eventually.”

She snorts. “It’s fine.”

Felix grabs her hand, and they walk up three steps.

He points down the right hall. “Down there is Jisung’s room, Changbin’s room, and Chan’s office. At the very end of the hall, there’s a door on the left that leads to the laundry room.”

“Which leads to our indoor pool,” Jisung adds.

Y/n whirls around, eyes wide. “No way. There’s a pool in here!?”

“Oh, yeah!” Felix grins. “It’s fucking awesome. There’s a jacuzzi in there, too.”

“Awesome,” she mutters.

“Down there–” Jisung points to the left hall. “-is Chan’s room, Hyunjin’s room, and your room at the very end.”

“We’re gonna show you the rest of the house first, okay?” Felix turns to her.

Y/n shifts their hand to intertwine their fingers together. “Yeah, that works for me.”

“Cool! Let’s go.”

Heading straight from the front door, they pass through two sets of stairs winding up to the second floor in front of the main living room. There are three big black couches and a couple of gray armchairs in front of a massive TV that hangs on the right wall. The floors are white marble, and she stares at them simply because she’s never seen marble flooring in real life.

“Out there–” Jisung points to the tall windows. “-is a balcony. It wraps around this entire side, from the kitchen all the way to the end towards the pool.”

“Can we go out there?” Y/n asks, an excited gleam in her eyes.

“You can go with Felix.” Jisung shrugs. “I’m a bit afraid of heights.”

“Oh okay.” She deflates. “Sorry.”

He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll show you the kitchen first and the two of you can go out there.”

“Works for me.” Felix tugs Y/n into the kitchen and she takes a minute to stare.

“So this is the–”

“You have a double oven!” Y/n gapes. “No way.”

“Yep!” Felix beams, pulling her close. He gently pats the oven. “This is Precious. No one is allowed to use her besides me and Minho-hyung.”

Jisung nods, crossing his arms over his chest with a solemn look on his face. “They’re quite serious about this. Precious is off limits.”

Y/n pouts. “If I prove to you that I can cook and bake, will you let me use her?”

Felix lifts an eyebrow and glares at her before he snorts, breaking out into a huge grin. “Nah, I’m joking. You totally can, I don’t mind!”

“Cool!”

Felix shows her where everything is in the kitchen without losing his grip on her hand and she indulges in the touch of another omega. His scent is sweet and flowery with honeysuckle and ylang ylang. Her omega decides that she loves his scent and she’s fought to keep herself from scenting him more than once. She can’t quite pick up the courage to ask him though.

Felix tugs the door open, and she quickly follows him out onto the patio. The wind blows softly through her hair as they step up to the railing. Y/n bounces on her toes in excitement at the view.

Felix laughs beside her. “Amazing view, right?”

“Hell yeah!” She leans over and resists the urge to just scream. “Oh, wow. I think I’ll probably be out here working on stuff more often than not.”

“Totally understandable.” Felix takes her around the corner and points to the very end of the balcony. “The spot in the furthest corner is specifically Hyunjin-ah’s. He sets up his easel and paints out here when the weather is good. He gets a little territorial about it, as well as the den on the second floor.”

“Oh, really?” She pouts.

“It’s fine. We all hang out there,” Felix insists. “but he’s only territorial about it because Chris let him decorate it, so his omega has claimed the space.”

Y/n lifts an eyebrow, a little confused about pack dynamics. “Jisung-ssi doesn’t mind?”

Felix shakes his head. “Nah. He’s happy as long as his omega is happy. We’re not really like that.”

She nods slowly. “Noted.”

The two omegas stand there simply enjoying the breeze in silence with Y/n pressed up against Felix’s side. The touch is foreign but as the minutes pass, she finds herself enjoying it.

Things are going to be so different now. She has a new pack and she’s debuting soon. Everything she’s trained for will come to light, but it still doesn’t relieve her nerves.

“It’s going to be hard.”

Y/n lifts her head off Felix’s shoulder and meets his gaze. “Being an idol?”

Felix nods, glancing down at her. “Yeah. It’s definitely going to be hard on you since we’re kinda professionals and you’re new at this, despite all the years of training. There’s a difference between practice and performance.”

Y/n nods, taking that in. “I’ve worked hard to get here, and it’s not ideal, but I’ll work with what I’ve got and prove that I’m meant to be here.”

“Good.” He smiles, pressing his face against her. She flushes from the touch but doesn’t move away from it. “You’ll do great. We’ll all do our best to work you up to our level. I’m excited to see how good you are after six years of training. What’s your favorite position?”

She shrugs. “Dancing.”

“Really?!” Felix’s eyes light up.

Y/n nods. “Yeah. I caught on quickly to dancing and after I learned, I really liked expressing myself through dance. It’s fun. I do like to sing as well though.”

“I feel like they’ll probably put you in vocalracha to make it even.” Felix taps his finger along the back of her hand. “But I don’t know. We’ll see.”

They talk about different dancers around the world that they like and some of their favorite performances and choreographies. Their favorite styles are different, but their appreciation for their techniques gives them the opportunity to bond for the first time.

Y/n really likes Felix, and it’s so easy to talk to him. She wonders if they’ll have a good friendship in the future.

“Hey.”

Y/n and Felix turn at the new voice.

Chan smiles, eyes darting between their hands linked and bodies tightly pressed together. “Bonding, are we?”

Felix frantically nods while Y/n flushes under the alpha’s attention. “Yeah! Hey, Hyung! Do you think you could put her in Danceracha?”

“Danceracha?” Chan lifts an eyebrow, dropping his grip on the door and stepping outside. “Have you even seen her dance?”

“I– Well, no , but I can already tell she’s amazing at it,” Felix responds. “ Please , I want to dance with her.”

“And you will.” He kisses his cheek, facing Y/n. “Come on. We’ve got all of your stuff moved into your room.”

“Oh.” Y/n pushes off the railing. “That was fast.”

Chan frowns. “No, it wasn’t. It took us forever . How long were you guys out here talking?”

“For a while.” Felix shrugs.

Chan watches as Y/n flushes in embarrassment and chuckles. “Cute. Come on. The sooner you get settled, the sooner you can relax and maybe bond with the pack. I know Jisungie already has plans to cuddle you to death.”

“Oh, omega cuddle session!?” Felix chirps. “Yes, please! Come on!”

Y/n yelps as he pulls her along, and Chan huffs out a laugh. “Don’t know why I thought I was worried about her when we have Felix.”

Felix quickly shows her the heat room, rut room, and the den before dragging her to her own room. Y/n is surprised to see how massive her room is. It’s bigger than her apartment but without the dining room table and her kitchen, it looks ten times bigger.

“Whoa.” Y/n squeezes Felix’s hand. “I’m going to go mad with the decorations.”

Felix chuckles, nudging her hip. “Go ahead. It’s your space, go crazy.”

She squirms in excitement. “Okay. I’m gonna get unpacked.”

“You need help?” Felix asks.

“Not really.” She shrugs. “I don’t have that much stuff, but you can stay if you want.”

Felix drops to the floor. “Okay. I’ll give you moral support from here.”

Y/n quickly finds her speaker and plays some music before getting to work. She puts her clothes away first, shocked by the sheer size of the walk-in closet she now has. As she finishes up, she pouts at how much space she has left. Felix notices her staring into the closet, and he crawls over to her feet.

“What’s– oh.” Felix frowns. “Yeah, this won’t do.”

“I know.” Y/n sighs, setting her hands on her hips. “It’s really empty.”

“That’s fine.” He shrugs, leaning against her thigh. “We’ll just go shopping. Maybe Hyung will buy everything for you.”

She lifts an eyebrow and glances down at him, mildly amused by how cute he looks cuddled into her thigh. “Who?”

“Chris.” Felix grins. “Or Binnie-hyung.”

Y/n shakes her head with an amused grin. “Nah, I wouldn’t ask that of them.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I’ll do it for you. No one can say no to me.”

She giggles. “I believe it.”

A new song plays on shuffle, and Felix perks up. “You listen to HYOLYN?”

Y/n flushes as she moves to turn the song. “I-I– Yeah, a little bit.”

“Wait, no, don’t turn it!” Felix stumbles to his feet. “‘Layin’ Low’ is a good song.”

“Yeah, but it’s…”

“Sensual?” Felix smirks.

Y/n flushes, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah.”

“Dance with me?” He tugs her hands.

Y/n blinks as he pulls her toward the empty space next to her closet. “You want to dance with me?”

“Sure, why not?” He shrugs. “We’ll be doing that a lot more in the future. What’s a day early?”

“I actually… I have choreography for this song,” Y/n offers, her shoulders hiking up. “You want to learn it?”

“Fuck yeah!” Felix lets her go and starts stretching. “Show me, show me!”

Felix and Y/n spend the next hour and a half dancing together in her room. After showing him the dance, he immediately comes up with a part for a male partner and they work together to accommodate the dance as a duo. Since the song is rather suggestive, the two omegas blush and laugh when they’re flushed together or get too caught up in the dance, pressing against certain places that had their pheromones sweet and inviting in enticing ways.

The door opens as they’re running through it again, and they flinch, collapsing onto the floor in a flurry of limbs.

Minho slowly blinks his eyes at the sight of Felix’s face in her neck as Y/n has her legs wrapped around his hip and leg. Their hair is messy, and they look sweaty and flushed suggestively.

Minho lifts an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No!”

“We were just dancing.” Felix places his hands on the ground and pushes himself up.

“Really?” He grins. “Because it looks like you two were fucking.”

“We were dancing!” Y/n and Felix exclaim simultaneously.

“Yeah, okay sure.” Minho shakes his head, turning away in the doorway. “Lunch is ready. Come eat.”

“We’re coming.” Felix settles a glare on him and Minho leaves with a sinister laugh, closing the door behind him.

Felix sighs, glancing down at Y/n. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

“No, it’s alright. I’m fine!” She frantically waves her hand. “You don’t have to apologize.”

Y/n extracts her legs and Felix crawls off of her. “We should eat before he tells the entire pack we had sex.”

Y/n whines, covering her face with her hands. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing.”

Felix chuckles. “It’s alright. They’re gonna tease us for a little but it won’t be horrible.”

“Right,” she grumbles.

“Just ignore it.” Felix gets to his feet and hauls her along with him. “But I was right, you’re a good dancer! I know we’ll be busy for a while, but we should do something like this again.”

“Choreograph together?” Her eyes widen as she ponders the compliment.

“Mhm!” He smiles. “It was fun!”

“Yeah, okay.” She nods. “Let’s do it.”

Felix beams and darts down to kiss her cheek before rushing out of the room. “Come on! Let’s eat!”

Y/n stands there for a moment, stunned, before she follows him at a slower pace. Everyone is already settled in their seats, including the two members who didn’t help with the move.

Y/n bows deeply, her relaxed state with Felix gone now that she’s facing the entire pack. “Hello.”

Seungmin gives her a sharp smile and waves while Hyunjin just stares at her. Y/n sits in the last spot in between Jisung and Chan, ducking her hair behind her ear. Jisung hands her a pair of chopsticks as Chan fills her plates. She takes it, muttering her thanks.

“How’s unpacking going?” Chan asks with a playful smile on his face.

“It’s going well.” Y/n clears her throat, glimpsing at Minho’s amused face. “I’m just about done. I gotta figure out how I wanna decorate and fill out the empty spaces.”

“That’ll be fun,” Jisung offers. “What about the closet? Did you have enough space for all of your stuff?”

“Yes, actually.” She nods. “I’ve got a lot of space left though.”

“Hyungie,” Felix speaks up. “Can we take Y/n-ah shopping?”

“Shopping?” Chan blinks. “I mean, I see no reason why not, but we’ve got a tight schedule coming up, Lix.”

“Why? Do you need clothes?” Changbin asks, heavy eyes watching her.

“I don’t–”

“Yes.” Felix interrupts, shooting her a look. “She really needs clothes.”

“Okay.” Changbin nods, grabbing some meat with his chopsticks. “We’ll go when we’re in Paris. I’ll come with you.”

Felix beams and leans over to kiss Changbin’s cheek. “Thanks, Hyung. You’re the best.”

Changbin rolls his eyes but the small smile on his face gives him away. “Don’t mention it.”

Felix winks at her, and Y/n snickers, shaking her head.

“Was that planned?” Jisung whispers, leaning into her space.

She sighs. “Yeah, it was his plan though.”

“Ah.” Jisung nods, a fond smile on his lips. “Yeah, the hyungs can never say no to Lix.”

“I can see that.” Y/n huffs out a laugh.

Lunch goes by quickly with a lot of chatter. Y/n listens in for most of it, jumping in when she’s asked a specific question about the small things to get to know each other. Hyunjin makes no effort to speak to her, along with Seungmin and Jeongin. It discourages her a bit, but it’s not surprising. She expected a few of them to dislike her presence. 

Once Y/n finishes eating, Changbin takes her plate, and Jisung quickly pulls her to the living room before she can protest.

He plops her down on the couch and stares her down, pointing his finger. “Stay.”

Y/n blinks but nods. “O-Okay.”

Jisung leaves in a flash, and she sighs, sinking back into the couch cushion. It’s very comfortable and she finds herself absent-mindedly caressing it. A few minutes later, the head omega comes back with a thick blanket, and she blanches.

“Eh?”

“We’re cuddling and watching TV,” Jisung tells her. “I don’t make the rules. It’s important for omegas to cuddle and you need it, desperately.”

Y/n huffs, blushing. “Alright. That’s fine with me.”

The two get settled on the couch with Y/n lying on Jisung’s chest, bundled under the blanket. Despite her nerves, she’s comfortable on his plump chest with his scent surrounding her. She really loves how he smells and feels, and within fifteen minutes of the movie, her eyes begin to droop as her omega slowly recognizes the safety and comfort of a head omega.

“Wha– You started without me!?” Felix stops by the couch, dropping his shoulders with a pout.

Jisung wordlessly lifts his arm, opening the blanket, and Felix rushes inside, curling around Y/n’s back. He wraps an arm around her waist, and she absently seeks out his hand, linking their fingers together as his scent joins them. With the added pheromones, Y/n promptly falls asleep, and doesn’t wake up until someone shakes her hours later.

Y/n groans, burying her face deeper into Jisung’s neck. “No.”

“Yah. You can’t sleep any longer. You’ll ruin your sleep schedule. Wake up.”

The two bodies caging her in also complain at the man, cuddling closer to each other, and the alpha sighs. The blanket is yanked away and the three omegas shrieks, a wave of cold air washing over them.

“Yah! What the fuck!?” Felix yells.

Jisung wordlessly turns around and glares at him. “Hyung. You’re the worst, seriously.”

Minho smirks, dropping the blanket on the floor. “Up. Play some games or something. Just stay awake.”

Felix rubs his eyes and sits up with his blonde hair a mess while Jisung grumbles unintelligible words, pulling Y/n closer. The youngest omega slowly blinks her eyes, trying to keep her omega from fogging over and lulling her back to sleep. Despite the abrupt wake up call, that’s the best sleep Y/n’s gotten in years.

“Yah.” Minho gently flicks her forehead and she whines. “Don’t even think about it.”

Y/n glowers at him and disentangles herself from around Jisung, sitting up to stretch. Felix leaves their small haven to turn on the gaming system as Jisung stares blankly at the ceiling.

Minho snickers as he drops down on the other couch. “Sleepy puppies.”

“Do you want to die?” Jisung stares at him, his head hanging over the side of the couch. “Haven’t you bullied us enough?”

Minho sits back, crossing his ankles, and shrugs. “Just making an observation.”

Felix holds out a controller, glancing at Y/n with sleepy, puffy eyes. “Do you play video games?”

“Uhhhh. I’ve only really played Sims and a little bit of Genshin Impact,” Y/n tells him as Jisung accepts the controller.

“You play Genshin?” Felix settles next to her, pulling the blanket over their legs.

She nods, resting her head on his shoulder while Jisung tugs the blanket tighter around them. “Mhm. I’ve spent too much money on that game.”

He snorts. “I know what you mean. We should play one day.”

“I’m down.”

Y/n watches Felix and Jisung play a fighting game, and after Jisung loses seven times in a row, he shoves the controller into Y/n hands and collapses against the back of the couch, grumbling.

“I don’t even know why I try,” he pouts.

Felix laughs, and Minho grins while Y/n adjusts the controller in her hands.

“How do I play this?” She frowns.

“Here.” Felix shifts her fingers along the controller. “Keep your fingers here. This one moves the character and these buttons trigger their ultimate move. If you land it, it does a lot of damage. I’ll show you the list of moves. It instructs you how to use them.”

Felix spends a few minutes teaching her the basics before they start a round, and he absolutely obliterates her.

Y/n whines, watching her character have its head removed. “Oh, come on!”

“Yah! That’s not fair.” Jisung shoves Felix’s shoulder. “She’s new at this! You can’t just kick her ass!”

“I can too.” He grins. “How else is she gonna learn?”

Y/n glares at him before shifting in her seat, determination filling her eyes. “Play me again.”

“Oh?” Felix lifts an eyebrow.

“Yes.” She glances at him with a sly grin. “Unless you’re afraid to lose?”

“Oh, game on.”

Jisung watches him fondly, content to just watch them play. Y/n and Felix fight against each other all the way up until Minho calls for dinner but neither omega move an inch. As they kept playing, Y/n started to catch onto the game. She’s come dangerously close to beating Felix twice. Jisung cheers loudly next to her as their characters exchange blows in a new game while the members file toward the kitchen.

“What is going on here?” Chan gives a small smile as he steps into the living room, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Y/n’s about to kick Lix’s ass!” Jisung exclaims, bouncing in his seat.

Felix scoffs, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “No, she is not.”

Y/n lands a devastating blow to his character and shrugs. “I kind of am.”

“Damn.” Seungmin winces. “Good luck with that.”

Felix’s jaw drops as his character dies, resulting in the end of the first round.

Y/n howls and jumps to her feet. “Fuck yeah! See that! It only took me four hours, but I just kicked your ass!”

Felix lifts his eyebrows as he pokes his cheek with his tongue. “Alright, I’ll give you that, but the game isn’t over.”

Y/n wordlessly plops down on her knees, eyes completely focused on the screen as the second round starts. Felix’s character launches first but Y/n blocks the attack and counter attacks with a kick. They exchange blow after blow, and Felix shouts his exaggeration.

“No. No! No way! This isn’t happening!” Felix’s pupils dilate in a panic as Y/n’s character lands a series of harsh damage to his character.

“Yes! You can do it, Y/n! Kick his ass!” Jisung cheers.

“Oh wow.” Chan grins. “She’s kinda good.”

Y/n giggles like a maniac as she chases after Felix’s character, blocking all of his moves and attacking with her own.

“Yah! Quit running!” Y/n whines.

“Nooo! Stop beating me!” Felix squirms, trying to keep himself from dying.

Y/n stops moving, and Felix’s character bounces in idle before he shifts forward with the same move he always uses.

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head. “So predictable.”

She ducks and uses her ultimate move on him.

“No. No no no no! NO! FUCK!” Felix throws his hands up.

The group watches in amusement and shock as her character crosses his arms over his chest in an ‘x’ shape and a lightning bolt strikes Felix’s character sending him flying into the sky. Y/n’s character jumps into the air following them and reaches his hand into his back and grabs his spine, electrocuting his body. He flings his arms out and another bolt strikes Felix’s character to the ground. Y/n’s character teleports to the ground as Felix’s character bounces off the ground and he jumps, slamming his knee into his back. Felix’s character drops dead to the ground.

Y/n lets out a flurry of excited chirps as the narrator speaks. “Raiden wins. Flawless Victory.”

“Heck yeah!” Y/n jumps to her feet. “Eat shit, Lee Felix!”

Felix rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “Whatever.”

“Ohhhh!” the boys exclaims.

“Damn.” Chan snorts.

Changbin grimaces, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s just brutal.”

Jisung gives her a double high-five, and she accepts it with a bright smile. “You’ve avenged me! I am forever in your debt.”

Y/n peels off into a fit of giggles, and Jisung joins her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Alright alright, quit bragging.” Felix pouts.

“Oh, Yongbokkie.” Hyunjin ruffles his hair. “You always win these games, don’t be a bad sport.”

“Come eat!” Minho yells.

Y/n sits in between Jisung and Chan again during dinner. Completely immersed in the day’s events, she completely forgot to check her phone so she goes through it as she eats.

Appa 😙

Today, 2:17 PM

Appa 😙

hey, aegi. how’s the move going?

Today, 3:41 PM

Appa 😙

yah. don’t ignore me.

Today, 4:06 PM

Appa 😙

nevermind, you’re probably busy. call me or text me when you can.

love you, pup

Today, 6:21 PM

Y/n

sorry, appa. I got caught up in bonding with the others

the move went swiftly. my room is nice, the penthouse is amazing. I’ll have to facetime you and give you a tour when I can

Delivered

She responds to messages from Junghwa and her manager along with a few of her idol friends.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” Y/n lifts her head. “What’s up?”

“Can you come with me to my office?” Chan asks. “I wanna go through some stuff with you.”

“Oh, yeah.” She sits up taller. “That works for me.”

“Alright. Meet me there after you finish eating.”

Y/n ends up being scented half to death by Jisung after dinner, and she walks into Chan’s office with a happy and sated omega. Chan looks up as she enters and snorts at the blissed expression on her face.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling up a chair for her.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She settles into the chair, tucking her feet underneath her. “Jisung smells… really good, and I know that I really needed today. It was nice to just rest and cuddle and play video games with others.”

Chan’s eyes are gentle as he nods. “I know what you mean. I’m really glad that I could help you get out of that trainee life. I… As much as I love where I am now, there were many many days where I hated what I was doing. It just got really lonely so… I get it.”

Y/n gives him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Chan flushes and clears his throat, shifting in his chair.

“Alright so we’ve got four days until ‘5-star’ comes out,” Chan tells her. “We’ve got a full day of practice tomorrow. For most of the day, we’ll be going over s-class until you get it down and Minho deems it perfect. Then we’ll focus on the rest of the choreography for the album. I’ll play the songs for you now so you can get used to them and have a thought of how you want to add ad libs.”

Y/n nods, prompting him to continue.

“Then on Wednesday, you’ll have a bit of a busy day. You’ll get your hair dyed for the comeback, your in-ears done, and the staff will take your measurements for your outfits. Then you’ll come to the recording studio with me and we’ll record your lines for ‘Party’s Not Over’ and ‘Social Path’. Then I’ll go with you to record your parts in the film for the fanmeet.”

“It’s not too late for that?” Y/n frowns.

“No actually.” Chan turns in his chair, grabbing his mouse. “Apparently, the set is still available, so we can work on your parts and the team will edit the scenes into the film. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it. The director will guide you through it.”

“Okay.”

Y/n watches his screen as he pulls up the file for ‘5-star’. Her eyes flit through the list, and she sits up at a particular name.

“Tiger JK?” She glances at the alpha. “You guys got Tiger JK to feature on a song?”

Chan grins and nods, biting his lip. “Cool, right?”

“Hell yeah!” She smacks his arm. “That’s awesome! That’s like legendary status! Wah, that must’ve been an amazing experience.”

“It was. I still can’t believe it.” He smiles. “Jisung was particularly excited about it. I think Tiger JK secretly adopted him, actually.”

Y/n huffs out a laugh. “That’s cute.”

Chan hums in response, his smile on his full lips as he clicks on the first song named ‘Hall of Fame,’ and Y/n pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, shifting in her chair as the song plays. Her eyebrows lift at the sound, and she smiles as she recognizes Seungmin’s voice singing the first verse.

“Whoa.”

She closes her eyes as she listens to the song, imagining what the choreography would be like, and remains that way through most of the song. Chan watches her, trying to discern her reaction but the only thing he gets is the small smile on her face, occasionally bobbing to the beat. Her eyes fly open as the breakdown starts, and she lets out an excited chirp.

“No way!” She bites her lip, listening to the rest of the song, and she claps her hands once it ends. “That was so good! Oh, my gosh. Your music is always so amazing.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Chan smiles as he turns in his chair. “I do like the choreography for this one. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I know it’ll be fun.” Y/n nods. “I can feel it in my veins, and as a choreographer, I’d probably go crazy with that dance break.”

“Choreographer?” He frowns. “You choreograph?”

“I do a lot of things.” She shrugs. “I took on a lot of different classes after my debut kept being pushed off, so I can do anything and almost everything. I did specific training in each position of the band every year, so during my year of hardcore dance training, I started choreographing. I have a lot of dances I’ve made in the past and this song definitely sparks that inspiration to make one.”

“Really?” Chan crosses his thick arms over his chest, leaning back in his seat as his curious eyes flit across her body. “What else did you do?”

“Mmmm.” She tilts her head as she rubs her hands together underneath the sleeves. Chan huffs out a laugh, it’s a common omega thing to do and he finds it adorable that she’s doing it subconsciously. “I don’t know. I play a lot of instruments, but I’m the best at the piano and the drums. I’m… mediocre at the guitar, but I also produced songs. There was a time when I was tested as a leader for a potential group and they wanted to see if I could teach the other members, step up in case something happened, so I was taught how to teach other younger trainees how to sing and rap.”

“Seriously?” He frowns. “We have plenty of vocal coaches under the company though.”

Y/n shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine for their reason, but I did enjoy it and it turns out I was pretty good at it.”

Chan nods, shifting his chair from side to side. “Your songs. Will you show them to me?”

“Um.” She averts her gaze, her heart racing. “N-Not right now. Maybe later on when I feel more comfortable in the band.”

“Okay.” He nods, giving her a gentle smile. “That’s understandable.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n pouts, her shoulders slumping. “I do have a lot of songs that could potentially go well for the group, but most of them hold a tight grip on my heart, so I–”

“Yah.” Chan places his hand on her knee, stopping her rant. “It’s alright, Y/n-ah. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I understand. It’s something personal after all. Of course, you should be the one to choose when you’re ready to show your work. It’s a deep level of trust.”

Y/n lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Okay. Thank you.”

Chan shows her the rest of the album, and by the time it’s finished, she’s brimming with excitement for the comeback. They talk a bit about the songs he’s working on for future comebacks, and they immediately work on more songs together.

As a song plays throughout the room, Jisung comes in with an interested look on his face and the three of them end up writing lyrics and recording a song together after an hour of working through things.

“Yah.” Minho steps into the room. “It’s late. We have practice tomorrow.”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/n climbs out of her chair. “I didn’t even realize the time.”

“Get some rest,” Chan tells her. “You too, Sungie.”

Y/n bows. “Goodnight, everyone.”

“Goodnight.”

The youngest omega quickly makes her exit, and the three packmates sit in silence. Minho watches as Jisung and Chan stare intently at each other.

“Am I missing something?” Minho asks.

“Hyung brought a carbon-copy of himself into the pack,” Jisung accuses, pointing his finger in Chan’s face.

Chan laughs as Minho frowns. “Sung-ah, what are you talking about?”

“That girl is a genius just like Hyung.” Jisung shakes his head. “The song we recorded? A masterpiece and she helped with a lot of it. I’m serious! She’s just like him!”

Chan flushes, idly scratching his cheek. “That’s not… I mean she is smart but she’s not just like me.”

“I’d hope not.” Minho rolls his eyes. “I don’t need another insomniac in my pack.”

“Yah.” Chan pouts. “Go easy on me, would you?”

“Get a full night’s rest and I’ll think about it.”

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As Y/n stirs from her sleep the next morning, she feels content and well-rested. Her omega is brimming with energy to go out and do something for the first time in years, so she listens to her. She quickly gets dressed for the day before stumbling into the bathroom. She jolts at the sight of a lithe body hunching over one of the sinks.

“O-Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.”

Hyunjin glances at her through the mirror and stands tall. “It’s fine.”

“Good morning.” She bows.

The omega grunts in response, and she decides not to push it. He must not be a morning person. She brushes her teeth and does her usual facial routine, doing her best to ignore the omega staring at her. Y/n neatly puts her things in the corner before leaving the bathroom pushing her hair out of her face.

“Hey, Y/n.”

She pauses in the doorway and turns, meeting his brown eyes. “Yeah?”

“Can we work together to keep the bathroom clean?” Hyunjin asks, his tone is dull and raspy now that she’s paying attention to it as he slowly blinks his eyes. “I don’t like the bathroom to be a mess.”

“Oh, yeah!” She nods, finally pulling all of her hair into a hair tie. “Of course. I’m a pretty clean person, so you won’t have to worry about that.”

He sighs and nods, running a hand through his messy hair. “Great, thanks.”

“I’ll work on getting an organizer for my stuff soon, so it’s not this clustered.” Y/n worries at her lip. “I don’t like the clutter either.”

The omega hums, and she takes it as the end of the conversation, shutting the door behind her. Y/n grabs her bag and walks to the kitchen. She’s relieved to find it empty but taking in the fact that she had woken up an hour before she needed to, she’d be surprised if someone was in here. She washes her hands and starts working on breakfast for the pack. They’ll be stuck in the studio practicing all day, they should have a good breakfast before they leave.

As Y/n plays gentle R&B music to keep her motivated and moving, she loses track of time while she cooks. It’s a bit of an adjustment cooking for nine, but she manages.

“What is that amazing smell?”

Y/n jumps and turns as Felix and Changbin saunter into the kitchen with puffy, sleepy faces.

“Oh. Good morning!” She waves.

“Y/n-ah?” Felix squints through his strands of blond hair. “What are you doing up?”

“Cooking breakfast.” She shrugs, moving the rest of the rice into the last bowl.

“It smells good.” Changbin glances over the bowls. “Need help moving it to the table?”

“Please.” Her shoulders slump with a pleading look on her face.

Changbin’s lip tugs up in a smile and he grabs the bigger plates. “Of course.”

“I’ll go wake the others,” Felix mutters, walking out of the kitchen.

Y/n and Changbin move back and forth as they set the table in silence.

“I heard you wrote a song with Channie-hyung and Jisungie last night,” Changbin says suddenly, lifting his head to meet her gaze.

“I did, yeah.” She nods, a small flurry of embarrassed pheromones flitting from her scent glands.

“How did it go?” Changbin asks, moving to turn on the coffee machine. “Hyung’s office is pretty sound proof, but with the bathroom connecting to my room, I heard a bit of it. It was a really nice R&B song.”

“It was fun!” Y/n perks up, grabbing some cups from the cupboard. “It was kind of a last-minute thing. Chan had accidentally played the track but I thought it was pretty, so we worked on it together. Luckily, he said he wasn’t sure where he was going with it.”

“Do you think you’d find yourself producing with them again in the future?” Changbin asks, fixing four cups of coffee.

She nods. “I think so. It’ll be fun I think, and I’d like to make something with you too eventually.”

The alpha grins at her, and she shivers at the sight of his canines. “Sounds like a plan.”

Y/n clears her throat, avoiding his gaze as she furiously shoves her omega down. She’s not a virgin, she’s only been with one person, a beta, but she’s seen alphas before. She’s worked around a ton of them as well, but being in close proximity with an alpha who looks and smells as amazing as he does (someone who is meant to be a packmate, an alpha that protects her) makes her feel a little more vulnerable than she would like. Luckily, the sound of footsteps distracts her from going down that tunnel.

“Whoa.” Jisung blanches at the sheer amount of food on the table. “What’s all this?”

Minho’s lips slowly pull into a smile. “Binnie, did you cook for us?”

“What?” Changbin frowns as he gently pushes a cup of coffee into Hyunjin’s hands. “No? It was Y/n-h. I’m just helping her set the table.”

“You did this?” Chan asks.

The others turn to her, and she briefly shrinks into herself from the sudden attention. She fiddles with her top, nodding.

“Yeah. I felt really good and woke up early so I decided to make breakfast.” Y/n slowly meets each member’s gaze before settling onto Chan’s. “Should… Should I not have?”

“No no no, it’s fine!” Chan beams. “Thank you so much for this.”

Y/n waves her hands, blushing. “It’s nothing!”

“It’s not nothing.” Minho approaches her and brushes his cheek against hers, lightly scenting her. Y/n tenses before melting into him, his scent of sandalwood and citrus washing over her. “Thank you for cooking for us, Omega.”

Y/n shakily nods, her eyes briefly flashing a bright gold as she takes a moment to get acquainted with his scent. The pheromones feel like healing fire as they burn through her system, making her feel warm and fuzzy. She never thought it’d ever feel that good to be scented by an alpha, and it wasn’t even the real thing.

“Th-Thank you–” She flinches. “I-I mean, you’re welcome.”

Minho huffs, a grin tugging at the corner of his lip, and he steps away from her completely smug while Changbin snickers and Chan moves to hold her steady.

“You okay?” he asks with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Y-Yeah.” She lets out a shaky breath. “It’s just– I’ve never been scented by an alpha before.”

“What about your appa?” Felix asks.

“It doesn’t feel the same.” Jisung shrugs, kissing Felix’s cheek. “You should know that.”

Chan gently strokes her arms while Y/n comes back to herself.

Once she blinks away the haziness, she meets Chan’s gaze with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He gives her a reassuring smile. “Don’t even worry about it. I guess that means I’ll wait a bit longer to scent you so you don’t drop.”

“Ah, please.” She shyly scratches her cheek. “I didn’t think I’d react like that.”

“It’s alright. We can take it at your pace.” Chan grins, giving her a wink. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

Y/n sits between Jisung and Felix, watching the others cobble down the food she made. It gives her a strong sense of pride to see them happily eating, and she eats with a new sense of confidence in her place here. She notices Seungmin reach for a third egg and pout when he finds them all gone. She picks up her untouched one and places it in his bowl.

“Oh.” He blinks, glancing up at her. “Sorry, I just–”

“It’s okay. You can have it.” Y/n waves him off. “I’ve had enough, eat.”

Seungmin’s ears burn as he ducks his head. “Thanks.”

Chan chuckles at the beta’s flustered expression, and he glares at his pack alpha in response. Breakfast goes by fast, and Y/n experiences the pack rushing around to finish getting dressed in amusement. They’re loud and there’s a lot of questions being shouted throughout the house. The omegas arrive first with Chan, and Minho quickly behind them.

“Is it always like this?” Y/n asks.

“Yes,” Felix, Jisung, and Hyunjin respond simultaneously.

Chan nods. “Yeah, pretty much. You guys head out first. I’ll wait for the other puppies.”

The omegas leave and wait in the hallway for the elevator with Minho. Felix leans his head against her shoulder, and she shifts to let him rest comfortably. Y/n’s phone vibrates, and she clicks on the notification.

Changhee 💛

Today, 7:17 AM

Changhee 💛

morning! ready for your day of practice?

Y/n

as ready as I can be.

Changhee 💛

I should warn you.

they’re making you wear heels for the entire day.

Y/n

heels? what for?

Changhee 💛

I was speaking with the styling team for your comeback outfits

they’re planning for you to wear heels for most of your outfits so they want you to get comfortable doing the choreography with them on

Y/n

😒

alright, i understand

thank you for telling me

Changhee 💛

of course

i’m already at the company, we’re waiting on all of you

Y/n

🙃 boys move slow

Changhee 💛

😂 i don’t doubt that

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

The band makes it to the company with the sun just beginning to rise. They head down to the dance studio and quickly spread out to get stretched and warmed up. Changhee is there just like he said he’d be and he comes up to her with a package in his hands.

“Here.” Changhee presses it into her hand. “Here are some insoles for your feet. They should help.”

She takes them with a smile. “Thanks, Oppa.”

Changhee leaves her with a smile and an encouraging thumbs-up. Someone clears their throat, and Y/n lifts her head to see a woman with sharp eyes and long black hair holding a pair of heels for her.

“Hello.” The alpha bows. “My name is Kim Minjee. I’m the head stylist. Here are some shoes for you to practice in.”

“Oh.” Y/n gently takes them from her, mentally grimacing at the height. “Thank you.”

Minjee gives her a tight smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow for your measurements. Please bring a bra with you but don’t wear it. It’s important.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Too formal. Unnie is fine.”

Y/n smiles, chuckling. “Well, thank you, Minjee-unnie.”

Minjee bows before she makes her exit. Y/n quickly changes her shoes, making sure the insoles are placed in properly and shuffles to her feet. She walks around in a circle before standing on the heel of the shoe and then forward on her toes. She jumps a few times as well.

Felix snorts. “Really?”

“What?” She wrinkles her nose. “I gotta make sure they’re durable.”

“Right.” He smirks.

“Do they work for you?” a new voice asks.

She turns toward a beta with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and the body of a dancer watching her with his arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n nods. “They’re comfortable enough.”

“Good. Let’s get started.” He releases his arms and claps his hands. “Alright! The dancers and I will show you the new formation.” The beta turns to Y/n. “I’m Gu Seojun, head choreographer. You can just call me Gu. The other head isn’t here, he’s got a baby on the way, but luckily, you only need me. I want you to follow me, Y/n-ssi. I’ll be representing you during all of the choreography, got it?”

Y/n nods, tensing from his hard tone. “Yes, Sir.”

Y/n shuffles over to the other members standing in the back and waits as someone starts the music for ‘S-Class.’ Y/n watches Gu like a hawk as they run through the choreography. She makes notes of parts she’ll have to work harder on with the heels on her feet like the second end of the pre-chorus, chorus, and the dance break at the end. The dance looks fun but it’s hard, and it’s going to be harder to do in heels.

“Got it?” Gu asks the group.

“Yeah, we got it,” Minho huffs.

Gu nods. “Go ahead and teach her the dance and I’ll correct positioning throughout the process.”

“Alright.” Minho turns to Y/n. “You ready?”

Y/n nods and moves up to him. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Minho works hard with Y/n to get the dance down. The first verse is easy. She struggled a little with leaning back but she figured out how to position her weight with the heels. They work up a rhythm. Minho would work her up to a certain point and they would start over from the beginning with the others to get comfortable with the formation. There were a few times she messed up, and Minho would send her an annoyed look, but she knew it wasn’t out of malice, so she kept her emotions in check.

As they’re working on the dance break for ‘S-Class,’ Y/n struggles with it. Her brain picks up on the mistake, but she can’t quite get her body to follow it. Her omega feels put on the spot every single time she makes a mistake and Minho and Gu stare at her with criticizing looks, and it frustrates her to no end that she decides to make her presence known. It’s hindering her performance, and for once in her life, Y/n wishes she was on suppressants to keep her omega from dictating her feelings.

They run through it again, and Y/n stumbles, her arms in the wrong position, and the others groan.

“Yah.” Minho frowns and turns to her as the music cuts off. “Y/n, you’re doing it wrong again.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” She whines, tugging her hair from its ruined ponytail and moving to fix it tighter.

Her scent is wilted and frustrated and she’s drenched in sweat as she frowns furiously. She rapidly blinks away the frustrated tears welling in her eyes and blatantly ignores the ache in her calves and feet.

Chan frowns, watching over the omega, his eyes darting down to the heels on her feet and he turns to his head alpha. “Min. Maybe we should take a break.”

Minho makes a face. “Why?”

Chan meets Y/n’s gaze as he starts to respond, but she shakes her head. “I can do it. I know I can. I don’t need a break.”

“Y/n–”

“No, it’s fine.” Y/n turns to Minho. “Can you show me the move again? I’ll get it down, I promise, so can you please show it to me one last time? From ‘counting stars’?”

Minho stares at her before huffing and turning around to face the mirror. “Alright. This is the last time, so pay attention.”

Y/n moves so she can see him in front of her and in the mirror. Jisung wordlessly presses a bottle of water into her hand, and she huffs, thanking him before taking a swig. Hyunjin counts for him, and Minho starts the dance break. Her eyes flit from his footwork to his arms, and she groans when she realizes what she’s been getting wrong.

“Got it?”

Y/n nods, moving to her position. “Y-Yeah, I got it. Thank you.”

“Alright. We’re starting from the dance break.” Minho glances at Y/n in the mirror as the others get into position. “Let’s knock this out and then work on ‘Super Bowl.’”

Y/n closes her eyes while a staff member rewinds the song. It’s fine. She can do this.

The music starts as Hyunjin walks forward lip-syncing the words. The break dance starts, and Y/n finally gets the move down, following Minho’s exact movements. She keeps herself from squealing in excitement as they finish up the rest of the song. Once they stand there in their ending poses, Minho meets her gaze through the mirror and nods once. She breaks into a bright smile and bites her lip to contain her excited chirp, her scent sweetening. Y/n turns to Changhee, and he smiles giving her a thumbs up.

“Good job,” Gu calls out, briefly glancing at Y/n. “Let’s run through it from the top with vocals this time. Do it like you’re performing and we’ll take a break if there aren’t any mess-ups.”

Y/n grimaces at the jab but moves to her mark at the beginning of the song crouched on the floor in the middle in front of Hyunjin. She meets his gaze, and he gives her a strained smile.

“You did good,” the older omega tells her. His voice is soft and his eyes are hesitant, but his scent gives her some comfort while she blushes from his words. “We had more time than you did and it still took us a couple of days to get it down, but you managed to get it in one morning. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll be fine.”

Y/n nods, feeling a bit of stress lift off her shoulders. “Okay. Thank you, Hyunjin-ssi.”

Hyunjin scowls. “Too formal. Call me Hyunnie or Jinnie or oppa.”

She huffs out a laugh, tilting her head. “Thank you, Hyunnie-oppa.”

A flurry of pleased omega pheromones fills the air between them and he ducks his head, hiding his face behind his hair. “Yeah… of course.”

They go through ‘S-Class’ twice as if they’re performing and take a brief break. Y/n steps to the side to swallow down another bottle of water. Most of the others are playing around with each other. Jisung’s being goofy with Minho dancing and singing to a girl-group song as Hyunjin and Felix laugh at them. Changbin starts shouting the lyrics and his voice cracks horribly, resulting in the others bursting into laughter. Y/n snorts and shakes her head, wiping the sweat from her face.

“Are you okay?”

Y/n pauses and glances at Jeongin who frowns at her. “Uh, yeah. I-I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Jeongin gestures his hand toward her feet. “You’ve been in those heels for a while and you made a face when you walked over here.”

“Oh.” Y/n waves him off. “It’s alright. I’m fine, they’re just heels.”

The alpha presses his lips together but nods. “Okay.”

After the water break, Gu and Minho teach her the ‘Super Bowl’ choreography. Y/n picks up on this dance much faster than ‘S-Class’ and they’re able to work on ‘Hall of Fame’ right after. She can tell that Gu is shocked by her skill in picking up the dance and executing them properly to match the group’s theme but he hasn’t verbally said anything. Y/n isn’t stupid though, she knows when a harsh dance instructor is impressed with her. She hasn’t been a trainee for six years under JYP Entertainment for nothing.

During the choreography for ‘Item,’ she slips up and crashes to the ground with a groan, holding her side that took the brunt of the fall. Changbin and Jisung move to her side, but Chan beats them at it.

“You okay?” Chan reaches over to help her, but she sits up, masking her pain in a split second.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/n waves him off and stands on her feet. Chan holds her arms though, eyes flitting over her body in worry. “I’m fine, Alpha. I promise.”

Chan lifts a doubtful eyebrow but ducks his head. “Alright. Let me know if anything starts to hurt.”

“Okay.” She faces Minho only to find the alpha already frowning.

“You okay?” he asks with a furrow of his eyebrows.

Y/n nods. “I’m good. What did I do wrong?”

Minho stares at her as if she grew a second head and huffs out a breath, shaking his head again in disbelief. The tenacity of this omega, she won’t go easy on herself even after a fall like that. Minho admires her determination but he has been hard on her, so he relents.

“Your footwork,” Minho tells her, his eyes softening for the first time during practice. “It could also be the heels. Try again but focus your balance on your toes.”

Y/n ponders that. “Got it.”

She figures it out but after learning choreography back to back, the fatigue of wearing heels is catching up to her. She knows Jeongin has been watching her ever since her first grimace but she manages to keep it from the rest… except Chan. But she expected that from him as her pack alpha. He’s been showing his concern for her throughout the day by telling Minho to go easy when his scolding gets too heated or when her timing is slightly off and Gu shouts at her to fix it, he gives her an encouraging smile each time. If it wasn’t for him, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix’s silent support, she’s sure she would’ve broken down into tears by now from how overwhelming it was to learn so many dances in one morning.

“Your hands,” Minho imitates her. “It’s wrong. Your hand placement is important for this part. It has to look like everybody else or you’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

Minho leans over and shifts her arms and hands into the right position. “This is what you need to look like, hit it every time.”

Y/n bites her lip but nods. “Got it. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just do it right.” He lifts an eyebrow as he moves back to his mark.

She nods again, keeping herself silent.

“Guys! Food is here!” Jaesung comes in carrying bags around his wrists. “Take a break!”

“Ugh! Food!” Changbin and Felix groan.

Y/n and Minho don’t move from their spot as they run through the dance again.

“Yah,” Chan yells. “Come eat!”

“In a minute!” Minho responds.

He teaches her the following eight counts, and Y/n can tell it’s his favorite part of the dance because he grins like a maniac when she gets it down and they do it together with more enthusiasm.

“Good, that’s good.” Minho grins, holding his hand up.

Y/n breaks into a bright smile and gives him a high-five. Barely two seconds later, she’s grabbed by her waist and thrown over a shoulder with a startled yelp. Minho joins her on the other shoulder, and he stares blankly at her, his arms sagging loosely.

“Y/n-ah, Min, I’m not kidding,” Chan tells them over his shoulder. “You can finish learning the choreography later. Eat.”

Y/n sighs, slumping in his grip as Chan drags the two dances off to the corner with the rest of the pack. He puts Y/n down first, and she’s quickly grabbed by Jisung. She cuddles close to him, and they watch as Minho and Chan wrestle to sit next to Felix. Minho comes out victorious, and Chan rolls his eyes as the younger alpha smirks at him. Chan ignores his teasing and wordlessly reaches over to unbuckle Y/n’s shoes.

She tenses. “I– What are you doing?”

Chan lifts an eyebrow as if it’s obvious. “Taking your shoes off. You should rest your feet. You’ve been dancing in these things for almost seven hours. Just relax and eat.”

Y/n nods and lets out a blissful sigh as she flexes her feet. “God, I hate heels.”

“I don’t think the styling-noonas will have you in heels often,” Hyunjin tells her. “Some of the outfits for the performances don’t require them. They wouldn’t fit the theme.”

Y/n hums, taking that into consideration while Jisung hands her a plate full of food. Minho gives her a pair of chopsticks, and she thanks both of them before diving in.

She moans obnoxiously. “Ugh! Chicken!”

“I know, right?” Felix groans with a mouth full of it.

The others talk amongst themselves as they eat and rest. With the crash of adrenaline from dancing for hours on end, Y/n feels the fatigue set in tenfold, and she takes a minute to keep herself from passing out. She feels a bit light-headed, and her feet are pounding where they rest in Changbin’s lap. A cold water bottle is pressed against her temple, and she moans, leaning into the sensation with her eyes closed.

Minho frowns at the motion. He initially just wanted to tease her into drinking some water, but his scent laces with worry at how tired she looks.

“Yah, Y/n-ah.” Minho leans forward. “Drink this.”

Y/n sluggishly opens her eyes and does as she’s told with slow movements. Chan picks up on it because of course, he does, and he quickly leaves to grab an ice pack and a rag. Jisung catches his movement and faces Y/n.

“Omega,” he calls out. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” She swallows the rest of the water. “Just tired.”

Jisung pouts and ducks down to scent her shoulder. “I know today has been a lot, but you’ve done really well. Just hang in there. The day’s almost over.”

Y/n nods and eats some more. A cold rag is pressed against the back of her neck, and she hums, taking a moment to soak in the feeling.

“Better?” Chan asks, sitting next to her.

“Better.” She smiles. “Thank you.”

Y/n turns to her plate just in time to catch Seungmin placing more chicken on her plate. She tries to meet his gaze but the beta pointedly turns away from her, shoving food in his mouth to avoid speaking to his hyungs who clearly saw what he did.

“Thank you,” she mutters.

Seungmin shrugs. “Just eat and get your energy back.”

Y/n giggles, eating again and watches as Chan and Changbin smoosh Seungmin’s cheeks, teasing and cooing at him.

“Aw, Seungminnie.” Chan pokes out his lip. “Look at you, being such a good beta.”

“Yah.” Seungmin glares at him despite the redness on his face.

“Such a good oppa,” Changbin mocks. “Taking care of your omega.”

Seungmin protests loudly trying to move away from their grabby hands. The minute Chan starts to make baby noises Seungmin kicks him square in the chest.

“Will you stop it!? God, you’re such an old man. See if I ever suck your dick again.”

Chan glares at him from the ground, and the others burst into laughter. Y/n chokes, hiding her face in Jisung’s shoulder and trying to keep her laughter quiet.

“Seungmin! There’s a baby here!” Jisung shouts through fits of laughter, covering Y/n ears even as the omega’s shoulders shake with laughter.

Someone sighs and they turn as a staff member cuts off a camera. “Great. Another video that we can’t use.”

Seungmin blushes, and Chan absolutely cackles, hiding his face into Jeongin’s thigh. “Sorry, Noona.”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

After lunch, they get back to work and Y/n learns all of the choreography for the 5-star album as well as the songs they’ll be performing at Lollapalooza, Kcon, and the dome tour. They have dinner and practice some more before Gu deems them good for the day. Y/n’s so tired that she barely registers the last bit of practice or the ride home. Her feet hurt so bad, and her body is screaming at her from all the hardcore choreography.

Y/n’s shaken out of a trance, and she blinks, her brown eyes meeting Changbin’s gaze.

“Hm?”

“We’re home.” Changbin frowns. “Come on. Let’s get you up to the penthouse.”

Y/n nods and lets him pull her out of the van. The moment she puts weight on her feet, she hisses and staggers into Changbin’s chest. The alpha catches her and holds her up.

“Whoa. You okay?” He lifts her head. “Is it your feet?”

Y/n sighs and nods. “Yeah, but it-it’s fine.”

Changbin scrunches his nose and moves to swing her arm over his shoulder, wrapping his around her waist. “They really shouldn’t have had you in those heels all day.”

“I had to,” Y/n murmurs as they walk up the slope. “If I’m going to be wearing heels during the performances, I should get comfortable dancing in them.”

The alpha grunts. “Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean you have to wear heels for everything. You’re a dancer. Realistically, dancers don’t wear heels for every single dance. It’s dangerous and sometimes, it doesn’t fit the style. You do not need heels for most, if not all, of our songs. Especially not ‘S-Class.’”

Y/n huffs, briefly leaning her head on his shoulder as the pain spikes through her body. “Yeah, well… nothing we can do about that.”

Changbin scoffs. “We’ll see about that.”

She realizes they’re the last to get out of the car as the others wait for them by the elevator. They turn toward them and worry filters through each member’s face at the sight of Changbin carrying most of Y/n’s weight.

“All good?” Chan asks.

Y/n presses her lips together and nods. “Mhm. All good.”

Chan stares at her, not believing her for a second, so he takes her from Changbin and helps her into the elevator.

“Chan-ssi, I’m fine.” Y/n whines.

“Call me Chan–” He frowns. “-or Chris, and you’re not fine. Your scent is laced with pain, and your face is scrunched up. I know you’re tired from practice. You don’t have to hide it.”

Y/n grumbles but doesn’t respond as he settles her against the railing of the elevator. She drops her head back and waits as someone presses a button. Chan shifts her, and she whimpers the second her feet touch the floor.

“Shit, sorry.” Chan holds her tighter. “Does it hurt to stand?”

“A little,” she lies.

Chan sighs and moves to stand in front of her, holding his arms out. “Get on.”

Y/n peeks an eye open and flushes. “No, it’s fine. I don’t–”

“Y/n-ah, I’m not asking.” Chan knits his brows as he glances at her over his shoulder and wiggles his fingers. “Come on, get on.”

The omega bristles but does as she’s told, wrapping her arms around his neck. Chan wraps his hands underneath her thighs and hauls her onto his back. His hands are big and warm as they grip onto her, and she closes her eyes in embarrassment for even acknowledging this. Instead, Y/n settles her head on his shoulder but stills the moment his scent clouds her senses. It’s heady and strong with bergamot and musk. She could’ve sworn she smelled a hint of the ocean, too, but maybe she’s just a little delusional after the day she’s had.

“Good?” Chan asks.

His voice rumbles against her chest and she quickly turns her face away from his neck and hums in response, keeping her eyes closed. Chan lifts her higher onto his back as the elevator doors open and they step into the lobby. Changbin, Minho, and Jisung quickly guard his back while Seungmin presses his keycard against the scanner. The doors open immediately, and the group lets out different levels of relief from not having to wait.

They step onto the elevator and ride up in silence. Y/n sighs and relaxes fully against Chan’s back, giving in to her fatigue. She grumbles something unintelligible, briefly rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. Chan smiles at the notion and holds her tighter. Someone pokes her knee, and she blinks her eyes open. Felix’s freckled pouty face greets her, and she smiles.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He furrows his eyebrows. “Your feet… Can I massage them later? After you wash up and everything? You’re gonna be in a lot of pain if we don’t relieve the muscles.”

Y/n perks up. “Oh. I– Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

Felix smiles and grabs her hand. “Good. We’ll ice them as well and try to make you feel better.”

Y/n squeezes his hand as an overwhelming pressure sits against her chest with emotion. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He bumps her shoulder. “I mean we’re packmates now after all.”

“Right.” She lets out a shaky breath before she meets Changbin’s gaze. “Thank you for helping me out of the car.”

Changbin smirks, pulling Seungmin closer to him in a small chokehold. “No problem.”

“You too, Chris.” Y/n turns to him. “Thank you.”

Chan lifts his eyebrows as he grins. “Finally realizing what it means to be a pack?”

Y/n whines and buries her face in his shoulder. “Sorry… It’s still a bit of an adjustment.”

Chan chuckles, nudging his head against hers. “It’s alright. You’re still learning and this is still the beginning. As long as you make an effort, I won’t demand anything more from you.”

Y/n nods and closes her eyes again.

Minho watches them for a minute as Chan watches something on Hyunjin’s phone, keeping his strong grip on Y/n and Felix presses his face against Y/n’s lightly scenting her. She’s blushing at the action but happily scents him back with a small chirp. Though her scent is idle, Minho can still smell her pain, so he whips out his phone and clears his throat.

“I’ll talk to Jaesung-nim and Minjee-noona about her shoe wear,” Minho responds as he types on his phone. “I know why it was necessary for her to wear heels during practice, but she shouldn’t be wearing them for all of the performances. It’s just not right.”

“I can’t imagine having to wear heels that tall with our choreography.” Jeongin sighs, thumping his head against the wall. “It just seems impossible.”

“And yet she pulled it off.” Minho glances up at her and gives her a small smile. “I know I was tough on you today, but you’re a really good dancer, even more so with heels.”

Y/n blanches as her scent flushes out in flustered waves. “Oh. Well, thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

Minho rips his gaze away from her and doesn’t respond, pretending to type something on his phone. The members closest to Y/n briefly grow hazy from her strong scent but wisely say nothing about it.

Jisung laughs at the alpha’s flustered behavior and tugs on his red ears. “Aw, Hyungie. It’s okay to be embarrassed.”

Minho rolls his eyes. Hyunjin pinches his cheek and quickly recoils away as Minho glares at him.

“Hey, no fighting.” Chan shakes his head. “This elevator is too small.”

“Sleep with one eye open,” Minho threatens.

Hyunjin gives a shy smile as he hides in Jeongin’s chest.

After a while, the elevator finally stops at their floor and they huddle toward the front door. Minho opens it and they all file in, rushing to different parts of the house.

“Is it okay if I set you down so I can take my shoes off?” Chan asks.

Y/n nods. “Go ahead. I think I should be able to make it to my room.”

Chan lets go of her legs, and she slides down onto her feet. She bites her lip as the pain shoots through her legs and wobbles toward the hallway. Each step is absolutely excruciating, but she can’t let the members do everything for her. She’s not useless. Y/n stumbles up the few stairs and curses under her breath as she catches herself. Frustrated tears fill her vision as she takes a minute to breathe.

“Yah.” Chan sighs. He bends down and scoops her up, carrying her bridal style. “Why are you so stubborn?”

Y/n pouts. “Am not.”

“Whatever you say.” He shakes his head.

Chan takes her to her room and settles her on her bed. He takes off her shoes, and she collapses back onto the bed, biting her finger as the ache pulses in tenfold. Surrounded by her own scent, she lets out a startled cry and clutches her knees to her chest.

“Fuck.” She whines, tossing her head back. “God, it hurts so bad.”

Chan leans forward and gently touches her ankles. “I know, I’m sorry. We should get you into a bath and washed up.”

The door to the bathroom opens, and Hyunjin leans against it. “I already started one. It’s just about finished.”

Chan lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin nods and leaves, keeping the door cracked open. Chan glances back at Y/n and bites his lip. Her face is contorted in pain as tears drip down her fac, and he leans forward to wipe them.

“You should message your manager,” Chan tells her. “He should know what to do to help you. Sadly, the managers will just blow me off if I just tell them your feet hurt.”

Y/n whines but nods as he presses her phone into her hand. Chan helps her sit up, cradling her feet in his lap. The omega wipes her face as she pulls up her manager’s contact.

Changhee 💛

Today, 10:31 PM

Y/n

oppa.

we have a problem.

Changhee 💛

what’s wrong?

did something happen between you and one of the members on your way home? I know they were a little bit frustrated with today’s practice.

Y/n sighs, wiping the tears from her face at the reminder. The day was a bitch and a half learning all the new choreography, and in heels no less. She knew they weren’t happy with her performance, but there was nothing she could do about it. They had to attend, so she could get used to the formations. She’s just glad they weren’t hard on her on the way home.

Changhee 💛

Changhee 💛

what’s wrong?

did something happen between you and one of the members on your way home? I know they were a little bit frustrated with today’s practice.

Y/n

no. it’s not that. the members were sweet. it’s my feet.

they’re in so much pain, oppa. it hurts.

Changhee 💛right. you had heels on all day.

i told them not to let you wear them all day but they wouldn’t listen to me 😒

stay off your feet. get some rest.

i’ll book you an appointment with the personal trainer tomorrow after your session with Bang Chan. we can’t afford for your feet to be injured so close to the comeback.

Y/n sighs, plopping her arm down. “Great. Just great.”

“What did he say?” Chan asks.

“He said he’ll set me up for a massage tomorrow after we’re done recording my parts.” She sighs.

The stickiness of her clothes makes itself known and she squirms at how uncomfortable she feels, whining sharply.

“Okay.” Chan nods. “I’ll come with you.”

He notices her glowering down at her clothes and snorts, shifting to pick her up. “Let’s get you in the bath.”

Y/n dramatically slumps in his arms. “Ugh. First day on the job and I come home with wrecked feet, smelling like ten cans of sex club perfume on a Friday.”

Chan chokes as he bursts into laughter. He sets her down on the edge of the tub and claps his hands. “There’s no way you just said that!”

Y/n scratches her cheek as she blushes. “Sorry… that’s the unfiltered shit that I say when I’m tired.”

Chan grins. “Don’t worry about it. It was funny. Seriously, who comes up with stuff like that?”

She shrugs. “Cool people.”

Chan huffs out a laugh, brushing her hair out of her face. “Cute.”

Y/n tenses as he moves to shut the water off, ducking his fingers into the water to test it. She groans and hides her face in her hands. This man. Seriously, she’s going to die here and now if he calls her cute again.

“Alright, it’s ready.” Chan pushes himself to his feet. “Should I get you some clothes?”

“Please, if you would.” She sighs, tugging off her jacket. “Um. My nightgowns are in my closet hanging up on the right as soon as you walk in. Can you grab the short turquoise silk one? It has lace on the sides. My underwear should be under the dresses in the second drawer, any of them works.”

“Alright.” Chan nods, stepping to the side. “Do you want a bra?”

Y/n scowls. “To sleep in? Absolutely not.”

He snorts. “Right, sorry.”

Chan closes the door behind him, and Y/n takes a minute to just breathe now that she’s alone. She takes her damp clothes off and lets out a low moan as the water works its way into her muscles. She sighs, dropping her head against the back of the tub, and closes her eyes. She lets herself relax for a few moments before washing her body. Just as she’s letting herself soak after getting cleaned up, a knock sounds on the door.

“I’m in here!” Y/n calls out.

“I know, it’s me!” Chan calls out. “Can I come in?”

Y/n grabs her rag and places it over her lower half before covering her breasts with her arms. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

Chan steps inside with his hand covering his eyes, and she smiles at his manners. “Sorry, it took so long. You have… a lot of options to choose from.”

Y/n snickers as he places her clothes next to the tub. “It’s fine and I’m covered. You don’t have to do that.”

Chan drops his hand, but his eyes are squinted as he moves for the toilet and sits on it. “I know I have a sister, but I really didn’t think there’d be so many options of underwear.”

Y/n grins. “Honestly, there are certain underwear that you can’t wear with certain types of clothes. Then, there are underwear you should only wear during different times of the month.”

“Ah, right.” He nods. “That makes sense.”

The omega snickers at the blush on the man’s face. “You are aware of periods, right?”

“Yes.” Chan glares at her before closing his eyes again. “Like I said I have a sister but I also have omegas in my pack. They have their periods regularly.”

Y/n snorts. “I’m just teasing, Chris. Relax.”

He sighs and turns his head toward her. “Want some company?…  or should I leave?”

Y/n shyly swirls her fingers through the water. “You can stay if you want.”

Chan drops to the ground and leans his back against the tub, dropping his head on the edge as he closes his eyes. Y/n’s eyes dart to his hair, and she gets a strong urge to run her fingers through it but she turns, focusing on the water. The two new packmates sit in comfortable silence as Y/n soaks in the tub, her muscles relaxing over time.

“Is the bath helping?” Chan finally asks.

“It is.” She sighs blissfully. “More than I thought it would.”

He shifts his head to meet her gaze and her eyes lazily take in the beauty of his face. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

She frowns. “Talk about what?”

“Today.” Chan shrugs. “I noticed your eyes during practice. Your omega was close to the surface for a lot of it.”

Y/n shifts in the tub, averting her eyes. “How did you pick up on that?”

“Pack Alpha.” He smiles smugly. “I notice everything .”

She sighs. “Good to know.”

Chan closes his eyes again and patiently waits as Y/n gets her thoughts together.

“It was just a lot more than I was used to,” she responds with a small shrug. “During trainee days, most of it was just learning a really hard dance and then perfecting it for hours at a time. I wasn’t expecting to learn sixteen new dances in ridiculously high heels. I’m used to being watched, but it just felt different around you guys, Minho-ssi especially.”

Chan grimaces. “I know he’s tough, but he means well. It’s important for us to look good and in sync.”

“I know. I wouldn’t have asked him to go easy on me anyway,” she says honestly. “I needed to learn the choreography. I can’t afford to make mistakes, and he’s the dance leader for a reason. He was just doing his job.”

“I know but you were distressed, Y/n.” He sits up. “I–”

“Of course, I was.” Y/n worries at her lip. “It’s a stressful situation and my omega–” She clears her throat. “The pressure is just causing me a little distress. It’s fine. I feel better now, don’t worry.”

Chan frowns, but nods, settling back onto the side of the tub. “Okay. If you say so.”

“Thank you for checking on me, though.” She gives him a gentle smile, running her fingers through his hair. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” Chan grins, leaning into her touch. “It’s my job after all.”

Y/n wrinkles her nose before lifting her other hand and flicking water at him.

Chan lets out a yelp as he shields his face. “Yah!”

“Alright, you ruined it. Now get out, Mr. Sentimental Alpha.” She grins, crossing her arms again.

Chan huffs, wiping the water from his face. “Alright, alright. I’m going. I need to shower anyway.” He climbs to his feet. “You sure you’re good in here?”

Y/n nods. “If it hurts too much to walk, I’ll just crawl to my bed.”

He sighs but nods. “Alright. Goodnight, Y/n-ah.”

“Goodnight, Chris.”

Y/n lets herself sit in the tub for a bit longer before she drains the tub, rinses it out, and dries and dresses herself. Hyunjin comes in just as she’s balancing herself on the wall trying to clean the tub.

“Ah, Y/n-ah.” He wraps his arm around her waist and helps her to her bed. “You should get off your feet.”

“I know, but I wanted to finish cleaning the tub.”

“It’s fine.” He settles her on her bed. “I’ll do it. Just rest.”

Hyunjin leaves before she can protest any further and she gives up, settling into her bed. She puts her phone on the charger and scrolls through webtoon when her door opens. Felix comes in with a shiny face holding up a roller and some oil.

“Hi!” He drops onto the bed and pats his lap. “Gimme.”

Y/n huffs out a laugh and shifts to place her feet on his thighs. “Hey, Felix.”

“Sorry, it took so long.” He sighs. “I got distracted with Changbin-hyung.”

Y/n wiggles her eyebrows, and he huffs out a laugh, putting a good amount of oil on his hands and briefly rubbing them together. “Oh? Had some fun, huh?”

Felix shakes his head, his ears turning red. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Y/n hisses the minute he applies pressure to her feet.

He whines. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt, just hang in there.”

She groans and nods, squeezing her eyes shut as he runs his thumbs up the soles of her feet. “Fuck.”

Felix smiles. “So… Chris was with you in the tub, huh? Was it fun?”

Y/n sputters. “What? N-No! He was sitting next to the tub! It wasn’t like that!”

“Right, that’s what I said.” He grins. Y/n smacks him with one of her pillows and the older omega laughs. “Okay okay, I’m joking.”

She sighs. “He was just keeping me company…”

Felix hums, switching over to her other foot and watches as she glances off to the side with a thoughtful gaze. “Chris is a nice alpha.”

Y/n sighs, her mind wandering off to a pair of soft brown eyes and a mind-numbing scent. “He is…”

“Would you fuck him?”

“What!?” She flinches.

Felix shrugs as he focuses on the balls of her feet and she grimaces at the sudden pressure. “Chris. Would you fuck him?”

“That’s… a bold question,” she flushes.

He keeps staring at her. “Answer it.”

“Felix, no.” She sighs. “He’s… He’s my pack alpha, my platonic pack alpha might I add.”

“So?” He frowns. “He’s not your brother. You can fuck him if you want.”

“I am not going to fuck him.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Would I like to? … Yes, I’m not going to lie. He is really attractive, but I doubt he’d ever feel the same way about me… Plus, I’m inexperienced.”

Felix scoffs. “Yeah, I don’t think Chris would care about that, but I could see how that would bother you… What experience do you have, if you’re open to talking about it?”

Y/n huffs out a laugh. “Might as well considering how… close we got yesterday.”

The older omega flushes as he laughs shyly. “Yeah… that was fun.”

She clears her throat. “I’ve only had sex with one person. He was a beta.”

“How was it?” Felix frowns.

Y/n shrugs. “Boring.”

“Really?” The omega scowls. “Please, tell me it wasn’t during your heat.”

“Oh no.” She waves. “No. I’ve never shared my heat with anyone , so it’s not that. I just wanted to experience sex before I was put on a dating ban if I had debuted in my own group, so I went out on a date and one thing led to another and I told him to fuck me.”

“So how was it boring?”

Y/n shrugs again. “It was just boring. I obviously don’t know what sex is supposed to feel like. It hurt at first but then the pain left and I got used to his size and the… the feeling of him inside of me was nice, really nice but that was it. I didn’t really feel anything.”

Felix pauses and faces her. “Did he do any foreplay?”

She blinks. “I mean… yeah, a little bit. Enough to get me wet.”

“But you didn’t enjoy it?” he asks further.

“No, not really.”

“Okay.” He sighs, softly running his hands across the bridge of her feet. “What about any dirty talk? Or pet names?”

Y/n wrinkles her nose, embarrassment catching up to her. “Nothing like that. He was quiet, grunted every now and then. Then we stopped after he finished, and I left.” 

Felix slumps his shoulder. “What the fuck? I’m sorry, Jagi. That’s the worst. Seriously. No one deserves a boring first time.”

She shrugs. “I got over it and never tried again. I was too busy working and training anyway.”

The omega nods. “I’m glad that you managed to move past it, instead of allowing it to bring you down. That’s very mature of you.”

“Well, thank you.” She smiles. “I do my best.”

“What about your heat in September?” Felix asks, grabbing the roller. “Do you think you’d want one of the members to be there with you?”

Y/n shrugs fiddling with her fingers. “I don’t know… maybe. I’m still new to this. I was serious when I said it was my first time being scented by an alpha other than my father. I don’t have super close alpha friends, and all the lineups I was in were strictly just omegas with a few betas. My manager is an omega and my fellow trainee friend was an omega as well. His scent was just strong, and I felt like I was gonna jump his bones and fall apart at the seams at the same time.”

Felix lets out a startled laugh and she whines, covering her face with her hands. “Don’t laugh.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He chuckles. “It’s just funny. Minho-hyung does smell good though.”

“Really good.” She sighs. “All the alphas here do. I haven’t gotten a good grasp of Jeongin’s scent yet but I’m sure he smells just as amazing.”

“He does.”

“But, maybe, if I’m more comfortable, I’ll ask one of them to join me.” She fiddles with her dress. “If I can.”

“You can,” Felix assures her. “By then, you should be more comfortable with them and who knows, maybe you’ll fall in love with them.”

She scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

“You never know.” Felix laughs. “You’re a beautiful person, Y/n-ah, and it has been nice bonding with you despite everything. Who knows? Maybe I’ll fall in love with you first.”

Y/n turns away from him as her heart races inside of her chest. “Fall in love with an omega, huh? That sounds nice.”

“It’s the best, I’m telling you,” he sighs blissfully. “Endless cuddles and nesting sessions, and I know you haven’t been with an omega, but it’s like ten times better than being with an alpha or a beta.”

Y/n perks up. “Really? How come?”

“I’m not quite sure.” He shrugs. “It’s just different with an omega, a little bit more intense.”

Y/n hums as she wonders. “Interesting.”

“Alright.” Felix pats her feet. “I’m about to roll your feet. You’re gonna hate me for a minute. Feel free to cuss me out, I don’t mind.”

Y/n sighs and nods. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

Hyunjin opens the door the moment Felix pushes the roller down the inner arch of her foot, and she shouts, jerking her foot back. “Nope! Not doing it!”

Felix laughs, grabbing her ankle. “You have to! It’ll help.”

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh. “Those things are the worst.”

“Oh, hey, Jinnie.” Felix smiles.

Hyunjin smiles, brushing back his blonde hair, and kissing his cheek. “Hi, Lix.”

He collapses on the bed next to Y/n and holds up two ice packs. “I have received the ice packs. Jisung told me to put them on your feet as he fell asleep.”

He snorts. “Cute. Can you hold her legs down so I can roll her feet?”

Hyunjin shifts and sits on her shins. Y/n sighs, balling up her blanket in her fists.

“Alright. I’m starting again.”

After five minutes of pure torture, Felix finally relents and cuddles up to the omega, cooing at her and apologizing for hurting her. She ignores him like a brat, but after he pouts enough, she cuddles up to him and lets him hold her.

Hyunjin is quiet for most of the time, just watching Y/n and Felix interact with each other as he gently ties the ice packs to her feet but he eventually cuddles up to her back. His scent of cherry blossoms and lemon zest joins the other two omegas, and Y/n slumps against him as his pheromones work into her system.

“This is nice,” Y/n mutters, glancing at Hyunjin. “Thank you for helping me.”

Hyunjin hesitantly meets her gaze before he shrugs and buries his face in her shoulder. “It’s nothing… I just– I figured I would stop hesitating around you.”

“Hesitating?”

He nods. “I wasn’t really sure about adding another member to the group, but you’re actually a really good addition from what I’ve seen so far. You work hard and you’re really good, so I… I want to stop being wary of you. Your scent really put me off when you moved in yesterday and I couldn’t… my omega was uncomfortable. That’s why I stayed away from you, but it’s easier now. And my omega finally realized that you weren’t a threat, that you could potentially be something good so… that’s why I’m here. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She pats his hip. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Felix meets Y/n’s gaze with a smile before he reaches over and pokes Hyunjin’s side. He yelps, squirming away from him.

“I told you she was cool.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Hyunjin playfully smacks his hand away before linking their fingers together. “Ha. Tiny hands.”

Felix growls, and Hyunjin laughs. “I’m kidding.”

Felix huffs and cuddles closer, effectively squishing Y/n in between them. She lets it happen, purring softly as her eyes slip closed. Hyunjin wraps his arm around her waist and holds her close, gently scenting her shoulder and the side of her neck.

Just as she’s falling asleep, she hears him whisper to her. “Welcome to the pack, Y/n-ah.”

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Waking up the next morning, Y/n finds herself lying completely on top of Hyunjin with Felix burrowed in between them. Hyunjin has an arm tightly wrapped around both of them, and she can’t tell where her scent begins or where their scents end, they’re so tangled up in each other. She soaks in the feeling of just being with them when a knock sounds on her door. She grunts in response, completely unwilling to make any noise to wake up the others. Her door opens and she waits from her spot perched on Hyunjin’s chest as the person walks to the side of her bed. Chan meets her gaze, and she flushes at the amused look on the alpha’s face.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

“Morning.” She smiles sluggishly.

He chuckles softly, glancing over at Hyunjin and Felix. “Slept okay?”

“Perfectly.” Y/n sighs. “What time is it?”

“It’s eight,” Chan responds, running his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair. “We need to leave in like thirty minutes.”

She groans. “Don’t wanna get up.”

“I know, but we have stuff to do.” Chan chuckles.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kinda stuck right now,” Y/n mutters. Hyunjin’s grip on her tightens as if in response to her statement, and Chan huffs out a laugh. “Hold on.”

Chan removes Hyunjin’s arm, and she swiftly rolls to the side. She watches as he shifts Felix onto his chest instead, and they immediately cling to each other, shifting to a more comfortable position.

“How do your feet feel?” Chan asks while Y/n stretches her arms over her head.

She shrugs, glancing at them. “I don’t know. Wanna help me find out?”

Chan wordlessly holds out his hands, and she takes them with a grateful smile. The alpha helps her to her feet and much to her relief, the pain isn’t as bad as it was the night before.

“Thank god.” She sighs. “It’s not bad. It’s sore, definitely sore, but it’s not horrible.”

“That’s good.” Chan nods. “I’m glad. Go ahead and get dressed. Minho made breakfast. I want you to eat before you go.”

“Okay. I’ll be out soon.”

Y/n moves to her closet but stops as she notices Chan hesitating by her door. “Is everything okay?”

Chan blinks and ducks his head. “Yeah, sorry. I just– I was wondering how you’re bonding with the omegas. I know Hyunjin was a little hesitant to get to know you,and it just shocked me to see him with you this morning.”

“Oh.” Y/n turns to Felix and Hyunjin in her bed and smiles. “It’s been nice. Felix is a sweetheart and so is Jisung. I haven’t gotten the chance to really get to know Hyunjin yet, but he smells really nice and it feels good to just cuddle with him.”

Chan smiles and nods. “And what about Seungmin and Jeongin? Are they still avoiding you?”

“A little.” She admits. “But there’s a little progress. Jeongin checked on me during practice yesterday and you saw the food thing with Seungmin. I know it’s not anything special but it’s something and that’s more than enough for me.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Chan sighs. “I just– I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I’d hate for you to loathe being here, so I was just checking in.”

“Well, thank you.” Y/n smiles, tilting her head. “That’s nice of you.”

The alpha blushes as he laughs softly. “It’s nothing.”

Y/n giggles at his flustered state and turns to her closet. “I’ll be out soon.”

“Alright. Take your time.”

Chan leaves the room and heads to the kitchen. Minho looks up as he takes his seat.

“How’s she doing?” he asks.

“She’s good.” Chan nods, pulling out his phone. “Her feet are sore but she said they feel better than last night.”

Minho stares at him before he grins. “So why are you blushing?”

Changbin lifts his head at the statement and smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Did she flirt with you?”

“What? No.” Chan sighs. “Nothing, I’m not blushing.”

“Do you think she’s cute?” Minho asks.

“She is really pretty.” Changbin nods, eyes drifting over to Minho. “Don’t you agree, Hyung-ah?”

Minho blinks his eyes. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Changbin snickers. “Do you find her attractive?”

Minho opens his mouth to respond but snaps it shut at the amusement flushing through Chan’s face and he glares at them. “This isn’t about me.”

“You’re deflecting.” Chan laughs.

Minho huffs. “I’m not answering that.”

“So you admit that you think she’s pretty?” Changbin sits back, a teasing glint burning in his eyes. “Is that why you were so hard on her yesterday?”

Chan’s eyes widen as Minho’s ears turn red, and he gapes at him. “That’s true!”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Minho frowns. “I’m hard on everyone . I’m not going to go easy on her just because she’s a girl.”

“Binnie has a point though.” Chan crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ve seen you teach other trainees choreography, and you were never that hard on them. You’re only like that with us because you love us.”

Changbin perks up with wide eyes. “Hyung! You have a crush on her!?”

Minho’s entire face begins to turn red as he pointedly ignores them by drinking from his mug.

“It’s her dancing, isn’t it?” Chan grins, further teasing him.

Minho chokes as he swallows, and he thumps his chest, roughly coughing up a lung.

“It most definitely is.” Changbin laughs. “I’m telling Jisung-ah!”

Minho sends him a withering glare. “If you value your life, you will do no such thing.”

Changbin shrugs. “I’m stronger than you, Hyung. You don’t scare me.”

Chan absolutely guffaws as Changbin continues staring at his hyung with a smug grin. Minho pokes his cheek with his tongue.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“You love me too much.”

Just as Minho starts to threaten him again, the object of their teasing walks into the room with her hair pulled back in a loose bun wearing a cute but cozy outfit. She has on a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and a matching gray crop top. All three men stare at the silver ring poking out from under her defined abs. Y/n grabs a bottle of water and makes her way to the table.

“Good morning, alphas.” She smiles, sitting in front of a plate of food.

“M-Morning,” Minho stutters, frantically darting his eyes across the room.

“Is that a belly piercing?” Chan squeaks.

“Huh?” Y/n glances down. “Oh, yeah.”

“From that lineup, right?” Changbin asks, shifting in his seat.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Minjee-unnie told me that I could keep it so I’m wearing it. They want to check the size during the measurements so they can order more rings that match my outfits.”

“Cool.” Chan grins, particularly amused as he sees Minho’s gaze linger on the belly ring before darting away again.

“Wah. I can’t believe they’re letting you keep it.” Changbin sits back in his seat.

“I’m kind of grateful. I like them. It’ll be fun to wear rings matching the outfits.” Y/n shrugs as she starts eating, her top shifting.

Changbin watches Minho’s gaze drift to the curve of breasts peeking underneath that shows there is nothing under the crop top.

“Fucking hell, this woman,” he utters, squeezing his eyes shut.

Changbin giggles, and Minho shoots him a glare.

“They do look cool.” Chan nods. “Wonder what I would look like with a belly piercing.”

“Hot.” Minho grins.

Chan flushes, scratching his cheek, and Changbin laughs at him while Y/n snorts. “Just a thought, nothing more.”

After a semi-peaceful breakfast with the eldest three alphas, Chan and Y/n head toward the company. They separate as soon as they get there, and Chan wishes her luck with the styling-noonas, reminding her to come to the studio after she’s done. Y/n makes her way to the styling floor and heads into the room Changhee told her to meet him in.

She pushes the door open, glancing around the wide room. “Hello?”

“Ah, Y/n-ssi. Just on time.” Minjee sets her phone down. “Come in, come. I’ll introduce you to the crew.”

Y/n shuts the door behind her, bowing to the men and women in the room. Changhee takes her bag with a smile.

“This is Choi Jaeyun.” Minjee turns to a pretty male omega who bows to her. “He’s the head hairstylist. He’ll be bleaching your hair today, but we’re gonna do your measurements first.”

Y/n nods. “Alright.”

She introduces her to the rest of the staff, and Y/n does her best to memorize names to faces as she’s guided to a pedestal after taking her shoes off. Y/n stands still with her arms out as Lee Sanghee, a female omega, and Song Heiran, a female beta, take her measurements. Minjee marks them down, and Y/n does her best to ignore the faces they make. There are whispers everywhere as she’s put on display. They talk about how wide her hips are, her thick thighs, how slim her waist is, and her defined abs, the muscles in her arms and back. She resists the urge to roll her eyes at the scrutiny. She has no intent to lose weight. Her body is healthy and fit, that’s all that matters.

“Thank you, that’s everything.” Minjee smiles.

Y/n steps off the pedestal, slipping her shoes back on.

“Y/n-ssi,” Jaeyun calls out to her. “Come sit.”

Y/n settles in the chair in front of him. A new face appears with tools in their hands.

She blinks. “What is that?”

“Molding for your in-ears,” the woman speaks. “Can you put this in your mouth for me?”

Y/n takes the object from her, pulling it out of its plastic casing before settling it in between her lips to keep her mouth open.

“Alright. I’m gonna check your ears first, then place this stopping in your ears with strings.” She holds up the tools as she explains and Y/n nods. “Then I’ll put the molding in your ears and we’ll wait for them to harden. It’s gonna feel weird and a little warm. Just try to sit still.”

Y/n briefly nods again and sits as still as possible. Her ears are quickly checked, and she rapidly blinks as the stopping is placed first.

“Wow,” she mutters. “Your ears are like the perfect size.”

Y/n blinks at the information. She’s not quite sure how to feel about that. The end of the syringe presses against the entrance of her ear, and her eyes widen as the wax pools into her ear. A shiver runs through her spine at the sensation, and she squeezes her hands into fists.

The woman chuckles. “I know, I’m almost done.”

She moves to the other ear and does the same process and Y/n sits there with her ears plugged. The woman says something to Jaeyun but with the wax in her ears, she can barely hear her. Jaeyun nods and begins to gently touch her hair. Y/n watches in the mirror as he accesses her locks before beginning the process. He parts her hair and places it in clips to keep the areas separated. Changhee gives her her phone and she mentally thanks him. Messages from her idol friend pops up on the screen and she resists the urge to beam, careful not to mess up the molding process.

Jakey 🥺

Today, 10:16 AM

Jakey 🥺

hey, y/n/n. how are you? I miss you.

Y/n

Jake! Hi!

i miss you too 🥺

Jakey 🥺

how are you? what are you up to?

Y/n

im good, im good.

i am currently getting my in-ears molded and my hair dyed. the wax feels super weird.

Jakey 🥺

ah, i know what you mean. it was definitely an interesting feeling

wait.

in-ears?? are you finally debuting??

Y/n

i am!!!

Jakey 🥺

wah! that’s amazing, y/n! i’m so happy for you!

it’s about time. you deserve it more than anything!

Y/n

thank you, thank you.

Jakey 🥺

when’s your comeback?

Y/n

friday.

Jakey 🥺

oh, damn. that’s soon! are you excited?

Y/n

yes, excited and nervous.

Jakey 🥺

wait, friday? that’s the same date as Stray Kids…

don’t tell me you joined their group 😕

Y/n

I did… did you have to have another member added as well?

Jakey 🥺

yes 🙃

but she fits in like a glove. she’s super talented. we’ll finally have a member who specializes specifically in rapping so hopefully we can try new things.

that’s besides the point though. Stray Kids!? That’s amazing! You’ll do great with them!

Y/n

you think so? I like it so far

it’s definitely a challenge but you know me, I don’t give up easily.

Jakey 🥺

yeah, I know. it’s what I admire about you the most

Y/n

🥺🥺🥺

stop, i’ll cry

Jakey 🥺

🤣😘

Y/n

🙄❤️

Y/n continues talking to Jake about the little things they’ve got coming up. The two of them met when Y/n had attended a dance class for all trainees under all companies. Jake had been the only other omega in the class and they hit it off fairly quickly. They’ve been friends ever since and after he debuted, Y/n became friends with the rest of the ‘02 line.

A finger taps her shoulder, and she lifts her head. The woman before gestures toward her ears, and she nods. She sits still as she takes out the mold. Y/n shivers as she laughs before taking out the other one.

“Alright! All done.” She stands up tall. “You should have yours by Friday before your performance. Your manager will bring them to you. Is there a specific color or design you want?”

Y/n takes the holder out of her mouth. “Um. Can I have it in the azure color?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Of course. Nice color choice.”

“Thank you.”

The woman bows and makes her exit. Jaeyun approaches and gently shifts a bit of the aluminum foil in her hair.

“We’ll let this sit for another ten minutes or so and then we’ll wash it out,” Jaeyun tells her. “We’ll color it tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She shifts in her seat. “What color is it going to be?”

“Blue most likely.” He shrugs. “I’m thinking of making it red though. I don’t know yet. Is there a color you want?”

Y/n shrugs. “Not really. I’m genuinely fine with just blonde highlights. It’s up to you.”

Jaeyun smiles and nods. “Cool. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.”

After the bleach finally sets, Jaeyun washes out the chemicals and dries her hair.

“Alright.” He gently places his hands on her shoulder. “It looks good. I like it. What do you think?”

Y/n turns her head this and that way, running her fingers through her newly bleached highlights. She really likes the blond on her, but she’s curious to see how she looks with color.

“I like it!” She smiles. “I look pretty.”

“You do.” Jaeyun smirks. “Glad you like it. Sanghee is going to accompany you to your photoshoot later to style your hair, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

Jaeyun nods. “Go ahead, that’s all we need for today.”

Y/n bows to him and some of the others who worked with her, shyly thanking them before Changhee gives her bag and drags her out of the room.

“In a hurry?” She huffs out a laugh as they step onto the elevator.

Changhee sighs. “Sorry. I just hate the whole beauty standards thing in this industry, and the others would not stop talking about how curvy and muscular you are.”

Y/n shrugs. “I think they’re jealous.”

The older omega snorts. “Definitely.” His eyes shift over to her hair, and he smiles, running a finger through it. “I like it. It really suits you.”

Y/n smiles. “Thanks, oppa.”

Changhee winks at her. “‘Course.”

Changhee idly tells her the rest of her schedule as they head toward the studio. Changhee knocks on the door before he steps inside. The music cuts off, and Chan turns around in his chair.

“Hey, Y/n– Oh, wow! They did highlights.” He sits up taller. “It looks good on you!”

“Thanks, Chris.” She flushes.

“Come on in.” He waves his hand.

Changhee takes his seat on the couch against the back wall as Y/n pulls up a chair beside Chan. She eyes the studio and grows excited from being inside one.

“How’d the measuring go?” Chan asks. “They didn’t say anything they shouldn’t have, did they?”

“Not really.” She shrugs. “Just comments about my body type.”

Chan wrinkles his nose. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/n tucks her hands in her pockets. “I didn’t really care, and I have no intention of losing weight. I’m healthy and strong, and I refuse to lose the muscles I worked so hard to get.”

Chan grins, giving a nod of approval. “Good, that’s good.”

“Oh.” She perks up. “Jake told me to tell you he said hi.”

“Jake?” He lifts an eyebrow. “From Enhypen?”

Y/n nods. “Mhm.”

“You guys are friends?”

She smiles and nods again. “Yeah. We met at a dance class. I helped him with his Korean, and whenever his brain is fried, we’ll talk in English.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re half-Korean.” Chan beams. “Should we talk in English then?”

“Sure!” Y/n shifts in her chair, shifting to English. “I’m cool with that.”

“Awesome.” He leans forward to grab his mouse. “You ready to record?”

Y/n nods rapidly. “Absolutely.”

Chan’s phone begins to blow him a second later, and he frowns, taking it out of his hoodie pocket. “Bubble? What’s going on?”

Changhee lifts his head at the mention of Bubble. “Oh? Did they upload it already?”

Chan nibbles at his lip. “Yeah, it’s there.”

He shifts his phone to Y/n’s view, and she leans forward. “Oh! Is that mine?”

“Mhm.” He grins. “Hold on. I’m gonna send a message to Stay.”

“You downloaded the app, right?” Changhee asks, standing to his feet.

“Yeah.” Y/n takes out her phone and hands it to him after unlocking it.

“You should have access to it now that it’s uploaded but you won’t receive any personal messages or be able to send any until Friday.”

Changhee tells her the password as he types it in and shows her how to work the app. The steps are mildly annoying, but she’ll have to get used to it. Y/n shuffles through the app. There’s her own personal direct message to the fans, a channel for the group chat, and then a separate page for the community. She lifts an eyebrow as a notification from the group chat pops up.

Notifications come in from the community and Y/n briefly glances through them.

‘A new profile? Are they adding someone to the group?’

‘New profile?? They’re allowed to add people?’

‘Noooo. My ot8 is gone!’

‘Why would they add a new member? Is this because of the co-ed thing?’

‘8 is fate! We don’t want a new member!’

‘As long as they stay away from my Jinnie I don’t care.’

‘Ugh. Please, don’t add another member. They’re perfect as 8! 8 is fate!’

Y/n sighs and shuts her phone off. “Right.”

“They’ll come around.” Chan pats her knee.

She snorts. “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”

Chan begins to protest when Changhee’s phone rings, and he quickly answers it. “Hello?”

He waits as the person responds, facing Y/n.

“Hold on.” Changhee places a hand over the speaker. “Your animal representation. Did you want to do the panther or the jaguar?”

“Black panther!” She beams.

Changhee snorts and relays her answer to the person on the phone. “Cool, alright, perfect… Thank you.”

“Was that the editing team?” Chan asks.

“Yeah.” Changhee pockets his phone. “They’re gonna add her to the SKZOO videos, including the one that comes out tomorrow.”

“Cool.” Chan nods.

Y/n warms up her vocal chords while Chan pulls up the tracks.

“Ready?” He asks, handing her a piece of paper.

Y/n nods, jumping to her feet and taking the paper from him. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

Y/n enters the booth and tugs off her jacket, tying it around her waist. She sets the pair of headphones on her head and places the paper on the stand, shifting her weight on her feet. She wrings her wrists as she glimpses over the lyrics. She can’t believe she’s actually in a recording booth right now. Despite her excitement, she’s a little nervous.

“Hey. Can you hear me?” Chan’s voice filters through the headphones and she turns to him through the window.

“Yeah.” She holds her thumb up. “Can you hear me okay?”

“Perfectly,” Chan responds. His eyes flit over to his screen. “Okay. This song is called ‘PARTY’S NOT OVER.’ It’s super pop-like and laid-back.”

“I’m going to be honest right now.” He sits back in his chair. “I don’t have a specific way I want you to sing these lyrics yet, so I’ll let you sing them in whatever way comes to you and we’ll go from there. Sound good?”

“Works for me.” Y/n nods.

“I’m gonna play it for you first. Let me know what you think.”

Y/n wordlessly nods again and waits. The track plays through her headphones, and she presses them closer to ears, closing her eyes as she bobs her head. 

“Wah, it’s pretty,” she mutters.

Y/n wonders where she’ll be put as the song filters off.

“This is so pretty.” Y/n opens her eyes. “I like it a lot.”

“Thanks.” Chan smiles. “So this song is already recorded, but I know where I want you to put you. Hold on.”

Music filters through her headphones where she assumes the bridge is and once it’s over, it stops and Chan’s voice speaks to her.

“I’m gonna have you sing the first line and then harmonize with Seungmin and Innie for the na na’s in the bridge,” Chan tells hers. “Go ahead and try it. Start from ‘so don’t stop’ and end it at ‘music.’”

Y/n nods, clearing her throat. “Alright. You can play it.”

The track starts, and she closes her eyes before singing the lyrics in a soft tone. “So don’t stop, we like this party. I’ll just be with the music.”

“Ohhhh. That’s perfect!” Chan clicks his mouse a few times. “Wah, I was right. Your voice is perfect for us.”

Y/n flushes. “Th-Thanks.”

“Okay, try it again,” Chan says. “Keep that same soft tone you used and try to put a sense of freedom in it, know what I mean?”

Y/n nods. “Yeah, I got it.”

The omega follows his instructions and sings the lyrics over again. The music cuts off and Chan’s voice filters through the headphones again.

“Give me a second, Y/n.”

Y/n nods, removing her headphones. She grabs her phone, idly humming a song before she pulls up her camera. She lifts her phone and takes a picture of Chan nibbling at his bottom lip as his eyes flit across the screen. She snickers to herself and turns the camera around, posing and taking pictures with the mic and her headphones.

“Good–”

Y/n lets out a scream from the loud voice in her headphones and turns to the window. Chan bursts into laughter as Changhee gives her a shy smile.

“Yah! Why are you so loud!?” Y/n runs a hand down her face.

Changhee chuckles. “Sorry, sorry. I was saying that it’s good that you’re taking pictures in the booth. You should post them when the album comes out.”

Y/n sighs, placing a hand over her racing heart. “Alright, I will.”

Chan chuckles as he leans into the mic. “Alright, I added you to the track. I’ll play the song with everyone’s voice and then we’ll go over your harmony party with the rest of vocalracha, okay?”

“Okay.”

Y/n blinks in surprise as the song plays, and she beams when she hears her own voice with the rest. She really does blend in with the members and she feels both shy and exhilarated about it. “Cool.”

“You good with it?” Chan asks.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.” Y/n smiles, a pressure growing in her chest. “Wow, it’s so surreal hearing myself on a track. Especially since it’s not a cover song.”

“Well, get used to it.” Chan grins. “This is your life now.”

The omega bites her lip to keep herself from chirping and nods. “Thank you.”

Chan wrinkles his nose, his ears flaming red. “Stop thanking me. You earned it.”

Y/n huffs but doesn’t respond, pulling her crop top down over her breast. “Alright.”

She and Chan go through the rest of her part together. He sings the harmony part and she does it with a little flare. Chan is surprised by how much he likes the rasp in her voice. It’s then that he remembers that she was taught how to teach others how to sing. She probably already understands the impact of certain tones for parts of the song, so he keeps it in the song knowing Jisung was gonna lose his mind when he hears.

As they shift over to ‘Social Path,’ Y/n notices a staff member come in to watch them, and it’s only then that she realizes that the camera next to her has been on the entire time. She thought she’d be a bit more self-conscious about it, but she doesn’t mind it at all.

“Okay!” Chan sits up. “You ready?”

“Yes.” Y/n wiggles her shoulder. “Lay it on me.”

The alpha huffs a laugh. “Alright. Same as before. I’ll play it first and then we’ll work through it.”

Y/n agrees and Chan starts the song. Her eyes widen as the track plays, and she turns to Chan with a bewildered look on her face. She can’t hear him, but it’s clear he’s laughing at her reaction. The more she listens to the lyrics, the more emotional Y/n gets, but outside of the heavy meaning of them, the song is just amazing. 

“Thoughts on–”

“This is amazing!” Y/n cuts him off with her exclamation. “Oh, my god! The track is sick! The guitar– ugh , oh my god!” Y/n briefly tugs her hair. “And-and the lyrics! Please, I want to cry.”

Chan sits forward in a panic at the sight of tears rapidly filling her eyes as he presses the button. “Wait, no. Please, don’t cry.”

Y/n waves her hand, trying to shove her sudden wave of emotions away. “S-Sorry, sorry. It’s just– I didn’t expect it to hit so deep .”

Chan nods solemnly. “I know what you mean. It’s… It’s a tough song, but I’m glad that you’ll be on it. I think I know what part to give you. Look at the first line of the pre-chorus.”

Y/n’s glossy eyes dart to her paper and her lip trembles, reading the lyrics. “Chris…”

Chan smiles softly. “I know. You’ll also do the ‘now or never’ part in the first verse with me.”

“Alright.” She sniffs. “S-Sounds good.”

Chan’s shoulders slump as he pokes out his bottom lip. “You need a minute?”

The omega whimpers, bursting into tears and nods. “Please.”

She quickly takes the headphones off and buries her face in her hands as she sobs. Half a minute later, the door opens and she feels thick arms wrap around her waist. Y/n quickly hugs the alpha back, burying her face in his chest and lets herself cry.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Chan runs a hand through her hair. “I know it’s hard, but you’re here now. You made it. I promise that I’ll do everything I can to make the wait worth it.”

She’s so choked up that she can barely speak, so Y/n just nods in response, holding onto him tighter. Chan presses a few gentle kisses to her head, rocking them from side to side and running his hands up and down her back.

After a few minutes, Y/n pulls herself together, frantically wiping her tears. “S-Sorry.”

Chan tilts her chin up and smiles the second she meets his gaze.

“Chin up, beautiful.” He grins. “You’ve made it, and you’re not going anywhere.”

Y/n flushes as he wipes the rest of her tears with a gentleness she’s never experienced before. “Okay.”

Chan holds her face for a moment before leaning forward to gently press their cheeks together, rubbing softly. His bergamot scent rushes over her, and she lets out a shaky breath as his pheromones calm her down.

“Thank you,” she mutters, ducking her head completely unwilling to meet the alpha’s gaze.

Chan chuckles at her flustered state and exits the booth. Y/n notices the bottle of water he left and takes a generous sip.

“Ready?” Chan asks through the headphones.

She smiles with a thumbs-up.

“Cool. For ‘now or never,’ I want you to sing it with your chest,” Chan shifts his shoulder back, pushing out his chest and motioning toward his torso with his hands. “Almost as if you’re shouting, okay?”

“Got it.”

The music starts and she sings the lyrics. As it filters off, she’s met with laughter.

“Yeah, just like that.” Chan’s eyes flit across the screen. “You really went for it, huh?”

Y/n wrinkles her nose. “What? You said to sing it with my chest, so I did just that.”

Chan’s shoulders shake with laughter. “I know, it’s okay. It was good, it was good. I like it.”

She shakes her head as the alpha continues laughing, but the sound is nice, so she doesn’t complain. She meets Changhee’s gaze through the window, and he gives her a gentle smile. Her eyes widen as she notices Jaesung sitting next to him.

“Oh. Jaesung-nim.” She smiles and waves. “Hi! How are you today?”

Jaesung stands and reaches around Chan to press a button. “I’m good. How are you? I see that you’re working pretty naturally here.”

Y/n fiddles with the hem of her crop top and she blushes. “Well, this is where I’m meant to be, is it not?”

Jaesung smirks. “Atta girl.”

Y/n buries her face in her hands with an embarrassed whine. Jaesung and Chan laugh at her.

“Yah, seriously. You’re so adorable.” Jaesung huffs out a laugh. “I’m glad that you’re here, Y/n-ah. Truly, I mean that.”

Y/n lets out a deep breath but meets his gaze head-on. “Thank you. I’m glad to be here.”

Chan playfully smacks Jaesung’s hand away, replacing it with his own. “You’re interrupting studio time. Shoo, Hyung-ah.”

Jaesung rolls his eyes and smacks the back of his head before settling on the couch. Y/n snorts as Chan rubs his head with a pout.

“Okay. Last part and then we’re done with official work.”

“What else are we working on?” Y/n frowns.

Chan grins. “Solo songs and sub-unit songs. I have some songs that are semi-complete, and I want you on them. They’ll be posted for SKZ-Record.”

Y/n beams, lightly bouncing on her toes. “Got it.”

Chan reminds her of the lyrics and he plays the song. Y/n steps up to the mic and closes her eyes, letting her emotions flit through her voice.

“I know it’s gonna be lonely, ‘cause everyone keeps turning me down.”

The music cuts off, and Y/n waits for a response. She’s met with silence though and she glances through the window. Chan’s staring at her with his eyes positively sparkling. He shifts forward, pressing the intercom button.

“What the heck?” He huffs out a laugh. “Your voice is amazing !”

“You think so?” She flushes.

“Yes!” Chan bites his lip before shaking his head. “Wah, the way you sang it was so perfect too! It’s strong and that’s how I wanted it for that specific part. It’s supposed to show how much stronger we are now compared to when Jinnie sang it, it was meant to come off as weak and defeated. It’s absolutely perfect!”

Y/n watches as his eyes flit across the screen. “Actually, I’m gonna have you do another part for the first pre chorus. It’ll even out the parts. It’ll be you, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Innie for the pre choruses.”

Y/n nods, stepping up to the mic again. “Alright. Put me in, Coach.”

Chan snorts, and she watches with pride as he bursts into laughter.

“What? I’m just saying. You’re in like coach mode.” She shrugs. “It suits you.”

Chan rolls his eyes but the blush in his ears makes her smile harder. “Sing this part softer, alright?”

Y/n ducks her head. “Yes, Coach.”

Chan glares at her and she snickers. “Okay, okay. I got it.”

The music starts, and she releases the tension in her shoulders.

“Countless new surroundings, cold eyes keep looking me down.”

Chan gives her a thumbs-up. “Good! Let’s do it one more time and then work on something else.”

Y/n and Chan work together and record for the next hour and a half. Changhee shuts them down before they get started on a fourth song, reminding them of her schedule for the rest of the day. Y/n chuckles to herself as Chan pouts up a storm.

“You can work on more songs later.” Changhee shakes his head, patting Chan’s shoulder while Y/n closes the door to the booth behind her. “We’ve got to get your nails done and your massage.”

“Ah right.” She nods. “Alright. I’m ready when you are.”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

After getting her nails done and her much-needed massage, Chan takes her to get lunch.

“Should I be eating this before a photoshoot?” Y/n asks, glancing at the mouth-watering food in front of her.

“Absolutely not–” Changhee sighs. “-but we’re doing it anyway. I’m hungry. Eat.”

Chan laughs while Y/n shrugs. “Works for me.”

Halfway through their meal, Chan gets a phone call, and he answers with a smile on his face. “Umma! Hi!”

Y/n smiles as the alpha’s scent strengthens around them.

“I’m good, I’m good. I’m having lunch today before the rest of the day’s schedule.”

Y/n watches as he listens to her before he glances over to Y/n. “Yeah. She’s here. You want to–”

Chan pulls his phone away from his ear and sighs, accepting the facetime call. “Umma–”

“Let me see her.”

Chan sighs again and turns to Y/n. “My mom wants to meet you.”

Y/n perks up. “O-Oh. Okay. Um, that’s fine.”

Chan hands her his phone, and Y/n gives a shy smile as she’s met with Chan’s mom’s face. She’s briefly taken aback by how pretty she is and sees where the resemblance is.

“H-Hello, Ma’am.”

“Hi! Oh, my gosh. You are just gorgeous.” She covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m Jessica. It’s Y/n, right?”

“It is.” Y/n nods. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I really couldn’t believe it when Chris told me he added another member to his pack, but I can see why!” Jessica beams. “I know I said it already, but you’re truly breathtaking.”

“Umma!” Chan exclaims, running a hand down his face. “Oh, my gosh. Please , don’t embarrass me.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Jessica grins. “I’m just telling her the truth. You know, if you wanted another mate, you could’ve just told me that. You didn’t have to sugarcoat anything.”

“Umma!”

Jessica snickers on the other side of the phone, and Y/n laughs, patting Chan’s knee. “Relax. She’s just teasing.”

Chan sighs, his ears and cheeks red. “I wish she was. I know my mother, she’s not joking.”

Y/n blinks, blushing. “Oh.”

“So tell me, dear. How is the pack treating you?” Jessica asks her, completely ignoring Chan’s statement.

“Um.” Y/n tugs on her hair. “Everyone has been nice so far. Chris is a godsend and so is Jisung and Felix. It’s been nice bonding with the other omegas. I still haven’t really bonded much with Seungmin and Jeongin just yet though.”

“I’m sure it’ll happen.” Jessica nods, tapping her bottom lip with a pink manicured finger. “Just give it some time.”

“I will.”

Y/n spends a little more time talking to Jessica and getting to know her. She teases the life out of Chan the entire time, and Y/n finds it amusing how impossibly red the alpha gets. Y/n also learns that Jessica’s been talking to her parents as well, and it makes her happy to see that they get along. She especially noticed how much Jessica spoke about her mother, and she made a mental note to ask her mom about it.

“Yah. Did you forget that you have a son?” Chan drawls.

His lips are pulled back in an amused grin though, and Y/n shakes her head at him.

“Oh, whatever. I’ve dealt with you long enough. Let me get to know my pack baby.”

“Oh, my gosh, Umma. Please .” Chan gently takes the phone from her. “We have to leave soon. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No fun.” Jessica sighs. “But alright. Give her my number, please. I want to talk to her some more.”

“Umma–”

“Christopher,” Jessica glares at him. “Platonic or not, she’s still a part of your pack which means she’s a part of my pack. I want to get to know her. Please, don’t fight this.”

Chan sighs but nods. “Alright, I’ll send it to you.”

“Thank you, puppy.”

Chan flushes, ducking his head. “Of course, Ma.”

“I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Tell Dad I said hi.”

Jessica makes a face at him. “Call him yourself.”

She promptly hangs up the phone, and Y/n laughs as Chan pokes his cheek with his tongue. “Your mother is a wonderful woman.”

The alpha sighs. “Yeah, she is, but she’s also a massive tease. It drives me crazy sometimes.”

“But you love her.” Y/n bumps his shoulder. “I can see it.”

Chan’s lips tug up into a gentle smile, turning away from her. “I do.”

Changhee’s eyes flit between the two of them before he sighs, making a mental note to ask her if she’s falling for them so soon. “Alright, you two. We should head out so we’re not late.”

“Right.” Chan perks up. “Let’s go.”

After driving through the hefty Seoul traffic, they arrive at a building, and Y/n sticks close to Chan while Changhee hurriedly guides them through the busy building. Someone shoves into Y/n in a hurry, and Chan grabs her, pulling her to his side.

“You’re excused,” she utters, rolling her shoulder.

“I know.” Chan intertwines their fingers together as he glares over his shoulder. “People really don’t care for manners when it’s busy like this. Stay close. I’ll lose my mind if I lose you in this crowd.”

Y/n grabs onto his arm for extra measure, and the two quickly catch up with Changhee, sliding into a small room. There are three others in the room as well. Changhee’s eyes flit from Chan’s irritated expression to how Y/n holds on to him.

“Good?” Changhee asks.

Chan nods. “We’re good.”

Y/n squeezes his hand in thanks before moving over to a chair. “Hello. It’s Lee Sanghee-ssi, right?”

An omega with short black hair nods. “Just Sanghee is alright. You don’t have to be formal.”

“Right,” Y/n huffs.

“Come sit.” Sanghee pats the chair. “I’m gonna do your hair, and then we’ll get you dressed for the first part.”

Y/n moves to the chair and sits dutifully still. Sanghee straightens her hair, and Y/n listens while Chan speaks to another man, carrying all the aura of a leader and pack alpha. He's devastatingly handsome, but not for the first time, Y/n ignores her growing crush.

“–but it’ll make editing the video easier if you’re walking alongside her. That’s why we asked for you to come as well.”

Chan sighs. “Alright, I got it.”

“We brought your outfits,” Kim Jiyoo, an omega part of the makeup team, speaks to Chan. “I’ll do your makeup the same way.”

“Thanks, Noona.”

Y/n’s eyes flit up to the mirror to see Chan sitting beside her. He sends her a small wink before Jiyoo blocks her line of sight to do his makeup. The two get their hair and makeup done, and Sanghee guides her behind a divider to change.

“Take your clothes off and I’ll come help you,” Sanghee instructs.

“Alright.” She’s quick to strip, shivering a bit from the temperature of the room.

“I’m done!” she calls over the divider.

Sanghee pokes her head out before stepping around and handing her a pair of black slacks. Y/n slides them on and blinks at how tightly they fit against her.

“What? Are they too tight?” Sanghee asks, a flit of panic lighting in her eyes.

“Um, not to the point where I can’t breathe,” Y/n responds, twisting her hips slightly admiring how big they make her ass look.

“You sure?” Sanghee asks.

She nods. “I’m sure.”

“Alright. Lift your arms please.”

She lifts her arms and Sanghee dips down to wrap a silver chain through the hoops of her slacks. “I don’t know if you know this, but the plan is to have you look like a badass.”

Y/n’s lips tug into a smile. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Sanghee lifts her head with a smile. “Your outfit is sick. You’re gonna look hot.”

She giggles, feeling less nervous from her bluntness. “Alright. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay. I’m gonna grab your body jewelry. Take your bra off for me.”

Y/n blinks. “My bra?”

“Yes.” Sanghee turns to her. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“Excuse– What?!”

“Just take it off! You’ll see why!” Sanghee yells from the other side of the divider.

Y/n sighs but shrugs her sports bra off. Chan saunters up to her barely a second later, and she yelps, covering her breast with her arms.

“Fuck, sorry.” Chan lifts his eyes, keeping his gaze away from her chest.

“Wha-What are you doing?” Her eyes flit over his bare chest and she flushes at the sight of his chiseled abs. He’s absolutely fit and the silver chain sitting on his neck has her imagining things she should not be thinking about.

Good lord, this man is fine. 

“I just– I wanted to talk to you about the first scene we’re doing.”

“Alright, well. I-I’m listening.” She turns around.

Chan notices her shift and lets out a sigh of relief before pausing. His eyes rake down the curve of her back to her backside and he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from her. Fuck, she has a nice ass. “He’s going to have you walk through the pillars first and then we’ll walk together at the end. It’s short but the director wants something specific. I-I just wanted to give you a heads-up.”

“Alright.” Y/n shifts her weight on her feet and the action has the alpha staring at the muscles beautifully shifting in her back. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Chan bites his lip as he glances at her again before swiftly turning on his heels, cursing himself out in his mind and shoving his alpha to the side. “Seriously, Chris. Get your thoughts together. What the fuck, mate?”

Sanghee walks behind the divider with a frown. “What was that about?”

“What was what about?” Y/n turns around.

The omega thumbs her finger over her shoulder. “Chan-ah just walked past me red as kimchi.”

“Ah.” Y/n flushes. “He didn’t expect me to be… topless.”

Sanghee snorts. “Cute.” She holds up a piece of silver jewelry with two hoops. “This is why you’re not wearing a shirt.”

Y/n blinks. “That’s… going under my boobs?”

Sanghee frantically nods. “Yes! I’ve always wanted to dress someone up in body jewelry but sadly, I don’t work for any females and the member with the biggest breasts doesn’t like to show off skin, which is fine, but I finally get to now that you’re here!”

Y/n laughs, her excitement contagious. “Well, I’m glad I get to give you that chance.”

Sanghee giggles before grabbing a hold of herself. “Alright. I’m gonna press this under your breast and move around to clasp it. It’s gonna be a bit cold. Can you hold it?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

Y/n removes her hand and yelps as Sanghee pushes the jewel under her boobs. “God, you were not kidding. It’s freezing .”

Sanghee chuckles as Y/n holds onto it and swiftly moves to her backside. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

Y/n feels her clasp the jewel together and blinks at how tightly it sits against her body. It feels like the wire in a bra and it pushes her breast up in a way that gives her sinful cleavage.

“Wow,” Y/n mutters. “I know I’ve got a nice pair of boobs, but they look so much bigger with this on.”

Sanghee snorts. “That’s a good thing.”

Sanghee moves to her front and drops to her knees. “Alright. I’m gonna change your ring and then we’ll get your jacket and heels.”

Y/n places her hands over her hard nipples as the omega changes her plain ring into one with a silver dangling heart. Sanghee helps her into a black suit jacket with gray horizontal lines patterned against the fabric. Y/n clasps a simple diamond choker around her neck as Sanghee puts on her heels. They’re leather and black with a thick heel and a pointed toe. A pair of silver dangle earrings finish it off along with her lip ring exchanged for a diamond stud.

Sanghee steps back with her arms crossed as she accesses Y/n. “You look amazing. Seriously. Totally badass.”

Y/n grins. “Thanks.”

“Wah,” Sanghee flushes. “The red lipstick was a good idea! You just gave me major CEO vibes.”

Y/n laughs. “Well, thank you.”

“Y/n! Are you ready yet? The director is ready for you!” Changhee yells.

Sanghee grabs her and drags her from behind the divider. Everyone’s eyes flit to her, and Y/n flushes as they express different levels of shock.

“Whoa.” Chan grins. “You look awesome!”

Y/n shrugs. “Thanks.”

“Let’s head out.” Changhee smiles, proudly.

Y/n sticks close to Changhee and Chan while they walk toward the set, ignoring the lingering eyes on her body.

Chan bumps her shoulder, catching her attention. “You look badass.”

She smiles, invigorated by his compliment. “Thank you, Alpha. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Chan chokes as she saunters past him, and he groans when her hips sway in her strut. “Fucking hell. I’m gonna die. This is the day that I die.”

Y/n steps around a corner and shyly greets the staff. “Hello.”

“Hello.” The director, she assumes, shakes her hand with a bow. “I’m Kim Sejun, the head director. I’ll be instructing you today.”

“I’m Y/n. Thank you for your guidance in advance.” Y/n bows.

Sejun lets out a hearty laugh. “Well, aren’t you a well-mannered young lady? Ah, Bang Chan! It’s nice to see you again!”

Chan laughs as Sejun pulls him in for a hug. “You too, Sejun-hyung.”

“Let’s get to work, shall we?” Sejun’s eyes flit between the two. “Go ahead and step onto the set.”

Y/n bows her head before moving toward the set with gray pillars staggered in a line. “Cool.”

“Y/n-ssi?” Y/n flinches as the director’s voice booms through the room. “Can you hear me?”

She nods, giving him a thumbs up. “Yes, I can!”

“Great! So since you’re a new member, we’re gonna do a bit of an elaborate introduction for you,” Sejun tells her. “We’ll still shoot you walking through the pillars but we’re gonna get a shot of your legs and then the top half of your body and I want you to turn and look at the camera in a teasing way. It’ll be just before you walk past a pillar so there’s an easy transition in the video. Sound good?”

“Sounds great!”

“Good. There’s a mark on the furthest left. I want you to stand there, and when I call action, I want you to struth through the pillars following my previous instructions.”

Y/n peeks around a pillar, quickly finding the mark and walking towards it. Y/n takes a minute to breathe as the lights adjust on the set. I t’s alright. I can do this. This is what I was trained for.

“Okay and action!”

Y/n lifts her head and struts down the path, walking past three pillars.

“Turn to me!” Sejun shouts.

Y/n turns her head with a smug grin on her face, staring into the camera. The second she walks past the pillar, Sejun calls cut and she pauses.

“That was good! Can you do it again but with the top half of your body facing the camera a bit more?” Sejun asks. “We want to catch the jewelry on your chest effectively!”

Y/n nods. “Okay, got it!”

The omega returns to her mark, and they shoot it again. Y/n tucks her hands into her pockets this time around, turning her torso toward the camera with the same deadly smug look on her face and Chan shudders in arousal.

“Cut!” Sejun calls. “Wah! That was perfect!”

Y/n gives a shy smile and bows at the waist. “Just following directions.”

“We’re gonna do that one more time, but the camera will be in front of you,” Sejun tells her. “I want you to be serious but… intimidating.”

Y/n nods. “I can do that.”

Chan watches as she walks back to her mark, and the cameraman moves to the end of the path. Y/n’s a natural at this. It’s astonishing to see how quickly she slips into her persona as AZ.U.RE, and it has a tight grip on his alpha. The confidence this omega exudes, the shine in her eyes, the enticing grin on her luscious lips to the posture of her body have him imagining his hands gripping those curves. He’s going insane, and his alpha is absolutely not helping.

When Chan first chose her, it was simply because of her talent. He only heard her sing once and was deeply impressed with her skill, loving the way her tone was so unique compared to many other trainees. What hooked him was her dancing. It was clear as day she was built to be a dancer, and at the time, he wanted to work with her just so he could watch her dance with his own members, with his pack. Imagining her move in sync with Minho and Hyunjin to a melody he made gave him a rush of inspiration he only felt with his own members… He knew she was perfect for them and watching her right now only further cements his thoughts.

Though he really wants to beat his alpha to a pulp. Seriously, he really needs to stop imagining her sitting on his knot or it’s going to drive him crazy. Her scent is alluring enough, and he has a very hard time keeping himself from asking her to scent him till he’s purple in the face and passes out.

Chan sighs, squeezing his eyes shut as he drops his head back. “Great. Just what I need. Another omega for my alpha to obsess over.”

“Chan-ah!”

“Yes!” Chan perks up, meeting the director’s gaze.

“Let’s do this last part!” Sejun waves him over.

“Right.”

Chan walks up to Y/n, and she smiles. “Hey!”

“Hi.” He grins. “So far so good?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “It helps when the director is clear with what he wants. It’s easy to follow along.”

Chan sighs. “I know what you mean.”

Y/n lifts her hand and moves the strands of his top to the proper side before shifting his chain.

“Oh.” He flushes. “Thanks.”

Y/n hums and moves to the mark when the camera finishes aligning.

“Okay!” Sejun speaks through the megaphone. “This is the last part. All you’re doing is walking just in front of the mark and posing, staring into the camera. Give me all the intimidation you can muster.”

“Got it!” Chan walks up to Y/n.

“You two will be at the end,” Sejun continues. “But I want Y/n on the inside. It will be easier to edit into the previous footage that way.”

Y/n nods. “Alright. On your cue.”

“Ready?… and action!”

Y/n slides her hands into her pockets before the two of them walk to their mark. Y/n does her best to keep her face serious as she keeps her chin lifted, her eyes briefly narrowed. They hold their poses for a minute before the director calls it.

“Cut!” Sejun calls. “That’s perfect! We’re gonna get some pictures of you in this outfit, Y/n. Thank you, Chan. That’s all we need.”

“Cool,” Chan pats her shoulder and she gives him a smile before he walks off the set.

Y/n shifts towards the middle of the set as the photographer comes up to her. “Hello.”

“Hi.” She bows. “How do you want me?”

“Can you lean against the pillar?” he asks. “It’s sturdy. You won’t fall.”

Y/n steps up to the pillar and leans her back against it before turning her head. “Like this?”

“Yes, perfect.”

A light flashes as he takes a picture, and Y/n poses twice, looking in the camera and glancing away. They take another few pictures with her standing tall with her hands in her pockets. With her jacket only clasped by one button, her cleavage is on full display along with her belly ring, and the director exclaims how amazing she looks. The photographer kneels to the ground, aiming the angle from the bottom, and she lifts a condescending eyebrow with a short smirk.

“Oh! Perfect! That’s perfect!”

The photographer shows Sejun the picture, and he claps his hands. “This is it! We’ll use this! Wah, you’re a natural!”

Y/n chuckles under her breath, bowing her head. “Thank you so much.”

“We’re about to move to the other set,” Sejun tells her. “Go ahead and get dressed.”

Y/n bows again before she steps off the set and glances around for her team. No one is there though, so she sucks in a deep breath and makes her way back to the room. She mostly manages to evade multiple people but smacks dead into someone’s chest, dropping the materials in their arms.

“Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry!” Y/n bends down to help them.

“It-It’s fine.” The beta waves her off. “I’ve got it.”

Y/n curses herself as she helps him pick up the bunches of chords in the ground. “No, it’s okay. I-I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.”

The beta doesn’t respond to her, so Y/n lifts her head and tenses as she catches him blatantly staring at her chest. She covers her breast with her hand and quickly shoots to her feet, shoving the chords in his hands.

“Shit, w-wait– I’m sorry. I–”

“Have a nice day.” Y/n gives him a tight-lipped smile and bows her head before darting for the changing room.

She slams the door behind her and sighs, thumping her head against the door. “Great. Just my luck.”

“What happened? You’re distressed.” Chan’s in her space within seconds, his hands gently rubbing the sides of her arms.

“It’s nothing.” She gently moves past him, quickly unbuttoning her suit. “Sanghee-ssi. Can we change to the next outfit? P-Please.”

“Y-Yeah.” Sanghee stumbles to her feet, her eyes wide from her strong scent. “Yeah. I’ll grab it. Go ahead and change.”

Y/n moves behind the divider and shrugs the rest of her jacket off.

“Y/n-ah?” Chan steps up to her but keeps his gaze averted. “What happened? Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” She mutters, wiggling out of her pants. “Just some beta with sneaky eyes.”

“ What ?”

Y/n stills at the mild anger in the alpha’s voice and she turns around. “He-He just– I bumped into him and he dropped his stuff, so I bent down to help him pick it up. Then I caught him staring at my boobs, so I left.”

Chan closes his eyes, huffing angry air out of his nose as he rolls his hands into fists. “That’s all? He didn’t touch you?”

“No, he didn’t touch me.” She sighs. “I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t major. He was just looking, but it still creeped me out, so I just–”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Chan frowns, meeting her gaze before promptly squeezing his eyes shut again. “I just– Fuck, I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.”

Y/n sighs and steps forward, dropping her head against his chest. “It’s-it’s fine. Can we please just drop it and stop apologizing?”

Chan pats the back of her head. “Yeah. You need a minute?”

Y/n hums before she wraps her arms around her breast and presses closer for comfort. Chan envelops her in his arms and relishes how the omega immediately slumps, her scent lightening as she relaxes. Chan squeezes her close, silently grateful he didn’t put his hands on her. He’s not sure if he could control his anger if he had, beta or not.

“Chan-ah.”

Chan glances over his shoulder with intense eyes. “Yes?”

“The set is almost ready.” Sanghee holds up the clothes in her hand with a gentle smile. “We need to get her dressed, so I can do her hair and Jiyoo can change her makeup.”

Y/n sighs. “Coming.”

Chan lets her go. “You okay?”

She nods. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

Chan presses a kiss to her temple and walks away. Y/n nibbles on her lips, watching him leave, her omega still wanting his scent drenched around her. She’s not sure if that’s from her crush or the fact that they’re acknowledging him as her pack alpha and just wants him close.

Sanghee clears her throat. “You okay?”

Y/n blinks, looking at her. “Yes.”

She snorts as she slides behind her to unclasp her body jewelry. “You look a little flustered.”

She sighs. “He’s… a really nice alpha.”

“That he is,” Sanghee mutters. “Everyone adores Chan-ah. Even though the rest of the staff isn’t a part of his pack, he still treats us as if we are.”

Y/n smiles softly. “I believe that.”

Sanghee quickly helps Y/n into her new outfit. The omega adorns a soft white oversized sweater, a pair of baggy ripped jeans, and off-brand converse. Jiyoo takes her fierce makeup off and changes it into something plush and sweet while Sanghee curls her hair in loose waves.

“They’re calling for you.” Changhee steps into the room.

“Almost done,” Sanghee mutters, curling the last strand of hair.

Jiyoo places a simple silver necklace around her neck. Y/n quickly leaves the room after they’re finished with Chan hot on her trail. As she approaches the director, she can practically feel the alpha’s possessive brooding from across the room.

Sejun picks up on it and frowns. “What’s up with him?”

Y/n sighs. “A beta was looking at me kinda… inappropriately. He’s not happy about it, so he’s in pack alpha mode. I am so sorry.”

Sejun snorts. “It’s alright. I totally understand. My own pack alpha is still really overprotective. Hell, he still gets iffy when I’m working on busy days like this.”

“Really?” Y/n lifts her eyebrows. “How come?”

Sejun shrugs as they move toward a bright set with clouds and stairs on it. “Well, I’m the head omega after our luna so he’s protective over me. Especially since I was the most fertile omega in our pack, so I had most of the pups. Even though they’re all in high school now, being rebellious and horny.”

Sejun rolls his eyes, and Y/n gapes in shock. “O-Oh! You’re an omega!”

He gives her a sly look. “Don’t look too shocked.”

“Wha– Oh, god!” She bows. “I am so sorry, Sejun-ssi. I really didn’t mean to–”

Sejun chuckles, patting her shoulder. “Relax, relax. I’m wearing baggy clothes today and scent blockers. You wouldn’t have been able to tell.”

Y/n groans, fighting the urge to palm her face but decides against it with her face full of makeup. “Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Sejun grins. “What did you think I was?”

She sighs. “I don’t know honestly. You have such strong features, you could easily pass as an alpha or an omega. I just think you’re really handsome, Sejun-ssi.”

Sejun blinks before he smacks her shoulder, his ears turning red. “Quit your flattery and get on set.”

Y/n giggles but bows and makes her way onto the set. She blinks as she glances around.

“Okay!” Sejun calls out. “Y/n, you see that cloud?”

Y/n stares before she turns around. “There’s a lot of clouds, Sejun-ssi! I need you to be a little more specific.”

Sejun snorts. “Sorry. The third one furthest to the right. It’s on the very front.”

Y/n takes a guess and sits on a cloud. “This one?”

“Yes! Okay, I need you to give me your best aegyo-like face.”

She pouts. “Why?”

“Just be as cute and sweet as possible, okay?”

Y/n sighs, leaning on her hands on either side of her legs and bunching up her shoulders.

“Aaaand action!”

The camera slowly pans up to her, and she puts on a smile, tilting her head to the side as she wiggles her shoulder.

“Cut! Yah!”

Y/n whines, covering her face with her hands. “Was it bad? I’m sorry! I suck at cute stuff!”

Sejun laughs. “No! That was good, it was perfect! You just look a little love-sick, which, ultimately, works for this scene.”

She groans. “If you say so.”

Sejun shakes his head. “Alright, this is the last part and we’ll take some pictures and then it’s the harder stuff.”

Y/n jumps to her feet. “Lay it on me, director-nim.”

“Just walk up to the ‘x’ from that exact spot and act as if you’re about to approach someone with affection, alright?”

Y/n nods, eyeing the mark he mentioned. “Yeah, I got it.”

Sejun calls it and Y/n steps up to the mark and lifts her arms as if she’s about to cuddle up to someone and smiles, tilting her head down as if she’s leaning it against someone’s shoulder. Sejun calls cut, and she relaxes. They review the footage before Sejun gives her a thumbs-up.

“That’s perfect. We’ll work on editing it,” Sejun tells her.

Y/n takes a few pictures lying beside a cloud before Sejun dismisses her.

“Go ahead and get changed for the fanmeet vcr.”

Y/n ducks her head as she carefully steps down the set before jogging up to Chan who’s still standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. His brooding stops the second she steps up to him, and he gives a short smile.

“Ready for the big stuff?” He uncrosses his arms.

Y/n nods. “Yes and no.”

Chan snorts before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her down the hall. “It’s alright. Sejun-ssi will guide you through it, and I’m sure you’ve had more than enough training to do it. I’m excited to see you execute the scenes.”

“Do you know what I’m doing?” she asks, glancing up at him.

He smirks. “Yep, and you’re gonna be totally badass.”

Y/n sighs, leaning against his shoulder. “That makes me even more nervous. You sound like a proud pack alpha.”

Chan laughs, nudging her temple. “I am a proud pack alpha.”

She wrinkles her nose. “I haven’t even done anything for you to be proud of me though.”

Chan lifts his eyebrows, and she quickly walks away from him, hiding from his impending wrath.

“I was kidding!”

“No, you weren’t!” he yells back, jogging to catch up to her.

Y/n quickly gets swept away by Jiyoo and Sanghee when she steps into the room, and they work quickly to get her into her next look.

The first thing they do after returning to the set is record Y/n’s introduction for the vcr. Sejun does the narration as she poses with a fake gun she’ll be filming with and makes cute and serious faces. After they finish up with the green screen, Sejun talks to her about her next scene.

“Alright,” Sejun calls out. “This is your introduction in the vcr. We’re going with the stray vibe. You’ll be in this dark area, looking around and calling out for someone before you fall and act as if you’ve given up on life. Then Chan-ah is going to come along and help you up. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” Y/n nods. “Sounds easy enough.”

She moves onto the set and glances around as Chan stands off to the side.

“There are two marks. The red mark in the back is where we want you to start. The yellow mark is where you will trip and fall. It’s barely six inches below, and you’ll be falling into a pit of sand, it won’t hurt.”

Y/n quickly notices the red mark and walks over to it, turning to notice the different cameras aimed at her. “Okay. I’m ready.”

The lights alter and she takes a minute to adjust to the darkness before a singular light shines from ahead along with a few on the floor to illuminate the set.

“And… action!”

Y/n stumbles as she takes a step, her breath audibly hitching as she frantically glances around. “What?… Where is…”

She takes another step forward, the scuffle of her shoe echoing around her. “H-Hello?”

Y/n turns to another camera, and she shivers, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Hello?” Y/n calls out again, taking a few steps forward before she lifts her hands to cup her mouth, angling toward one of the cameras. “Hello!”

Her voice echoes on the set, and she drops her arms with a frown on her face. She steps toward the edge and trips, falling to the ground, dust kicking up from the force. She coughs and groans, rolling onto her back and staring up into the camera overhead, making herself look as distant and lifeless as she can. The camera comes closer, and she sluggishly blinks her eyes. A moment later, Chan walks up to her, and she shifts her head minutely to meet his gaze. He huffs out a small laugh before he smiles and holds out his hand.

“Need some help?”

Y/n hesitates but lifts her trembling hand and takes it. The alpha hauls her to her feet. Chan gently brushes off the dirt before clasping her shoulders.

Y/n brushes her hair out of her face. “Where is– Who-who are you?”

Chan grins. “I’m Bang Chan, your leader. You’re AZ.U.RE, right?”

Y/n lets out a shaky breath, nodding. “Y-Yes.”

He lets go of her arms to grab her hand, wrapping both of his hands around her as he ducks his head. “I’ve been looking for you. You’ve been lost for some time, but it’s alright. You’re here now.”

“Where is here?” She frowns.

The light brightens on the set, turning the dark empty area into a bright white area as if they’re on a cloud, and Y/n gasps, glancing around in wonder.

“Stray Kids, a band.” The corner of his lip quirks up into a grin as he nods. “Welcome to the team.”

“Aaaaand cut!” Sejun shouts. “Wah, in one shot! Y/n-ssi! Can we work together in the future?”

Y/n giggles before she bows at the waist. “Of course. I will forever be willing to work with you, Sejun-ssi.”

Chan lifts an amused eyebrow as Sejun cackles. “Suck up.”

She shrugs. “Just a little.”

Y/n and Chan step off the set. Sejun has her re-shoot the scene of her falling a few more times until he’s satisfied. Then she approaches Sejun, listening as he explains her next scene.

“Wha– I– A fighting scene?” Y/n blinks. “Me? You-You want me to fight someone?”

“Yes.” Sejun nods. “Chan-ah told me that you already know how to fight.”

Y/n sends the alpha a withering glare, and he simply responds with a dimpled smile and a shrug.

“Since you already know how to fight, we’re just going to have you go through the motions with the stuntmen and they’ll show you how we want it.” Sejun nods. “Sound good?”

Y/n sighs, glancing toward a few men dressed in black and gray. “Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”

The stuntmen briefly introduce themselves before they quickly teach her the fight scene. She catches on to it pretty quickly, and they practice it five more times before she gets it right.

“What are you up to?”

Y/n pauses and turns to the camera as she wipes the sweat off her face. “Oh. H-Hi.”

The staff behind the camera chuckles and shifts to meet her gaze. “This is for behind-the-scenes content. Just talk casually about what’s going on, okay? We already got some shots of you practicing the fight scene.”

“Oh, right.” Y/n stands up taller. “Hey, Stay. Right now I just finished practicing for my next scene.” She leans forward and cups her hand around her mouth. “It’s a fighting scene. I’m gonna be beating up the bad guys.”

She presses a finger to her lips and winks before she wraps the towel around her neck. “Wah, it’s so cool being on a set like this. I didn’t think I’d catch onto the whole acting thing, but I quite like it. Should I pursue a career in acting next?”

The camera shakes, and Y/n huffs out a laugh. “Ah. I should only be giving my attention to Stay, right? Mianhe …”

“Oh!” The staff holds up her thumb. “That’s good.”

Y/n giggles as Sanghee rushes up to her. She’s quickly swept away to change into her official space outfit and she loves how badass she looks. She takes a few pictures in it before she returns to the set.

Chan stares at her as she walks up to him. “You okay?”

“I am.” He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows shallowly. “Are you?”

“Yeah!” Y/n beams. “It’s been a day, but this is really exciting.”

“You’re pretty good at this.” He bumps her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Thanks, Chris.” She flushes.

“Y/n!” Sejun calls out. “Let’s get started!”

Y/n waves Chan goodbye and jogs onto the set. The other stuntmen are on their marks around her, and she takes a minute to associate the marks with the practice runs.

“Let’s start the first run-through. We’ll go through this as many times as we can until you get it down so don’t feel pressured if you mess something up, okay?” Sejun tells her.

Y/n waves her hand. “It’s okay! We’ll get it in one shot!”

Sejun lifts an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“We can do it,” a stuntman replies. “She’s pretty good. I think we can do it in one shot.”

“Alright.” Sejun shrugs. “Starting places.”

Y/n takes out the fake phone she was given and glances at it.

“And… action!”

Y/n takes a few lazy steps forward, idly gliding her thumb over the screen. “Nearest ice cream shop… Eh? They only sell coconut ice cream? What in the…”

She hears heavy footsteps. She tenses, tucking her phone in her pocket before she jerks her head to the right, dodging the first punch from behind, and swiftly lifts her leg to land a kick to the man’s chest. He dramatically falls back, rolling over his head in an uncomfortable position.

Y/n drops into a defensive stance with her arms up as she glances over her shoulder. Someone comes charging forward with a scream, and she grins, ducking under the man’s kick and turning around, sweeping his foot out from underneath him. Once the man collapses, she elbows his gut and rolls away, dodging another man’s kick. He tackles her to the ground and they tussle before Y/n comes out on top and she punches him in the face. An imitated laser beam shoots past her head and she yelps, dropping to the floor.

“Yah!” She scowls, placing her hands on her head. “Watch the hair, idiot!”

She rolls to her knees before snatching the two guns from around her waist and twitching her wrists to replicate her shooting bullets, aiming at two other soldiers shooting at her. They drop to the ground, and she pants, holding her position as she glances around to make sure no one else is coming for her.

Y/n puts the guns back in her holster while she stands and shrugs her jacket to straighten it, rolling her shoulders. “Seriously. Can’t a girl get some ice cream without being attacked for once?”

She meets the camera’s gaze with a smirk before she steps on one of the men as she struts away. He groans from her weight and she glances at him with a shrug. “Oops.”

“Aaand cut!” Sejun shouts. “That was perfect! Wah, you’re such a natural!”

“Told you.”

Y/n blushes as one of the stuntmen claps her on the back.

“Is it good?” she asks.

“Yeah!” Sejun waves her over. “Come see it.”

Y/n rushes off the set and comes over to the camera. Chan is already there with an excited glint in his eyes.

“That was so cool,” he says, a bright look of awe on his face.

Y/n smiles. “It was fun, too!”

The director rolls the tape and she watches herself absolutely kick ass. There’s a moment that seems a little awkward but it looks overall really good.

“Oh, my god!” She cups her face. “That’s me?”

“Heck yeah, it is!” Sejun boasts. “There’s a little moment when you roll that looks a bit off, so we’ll redo that part, but other than that, it’s perfect!” He taps his chin. “I think it’s the angle. It’s too high, but once we redo that, we’ll just edit a little bit of the lighting, work on the angles, and that’s it.”

Y/n beams. “Awesome! Thank you so much!”

Sejun waves her off. “It was all you.”

Chan laughs, wrapping an arm around her neck. “Good job, Y/n-ah.”

She squeezes his side, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thanks.”

After re-shooting one scene, they spend the next half hour filming Y/n behind green screens with the plan of adding her to previously recorded parts for the vcr along with a ton of pictures.

By the time they’re done, Y/n is beat and she wants nothing more than to go home and sleep. Y/n says goodbye to the crew along with Chan, and Sejun promises to come up with something to work with her in the future and it leaves her heart full of hope and pride.

As Y/n sits slumped against the seat in the car on their way home, Chan pats her knee to catch her attention.

She turns to him with a slow blink. “Hm?”

He chuckles. “Tired?”

She sighs, thumping her head against the headrest. “Very.”

Chan pats his shoulder, and she’s quick to scoot over and curl into him. He pulls her closer, and she lets out a blissful sigh, resting her hand on his chest as he scents her.

“Just rest. It’ll be a while with the traffic.”

Y/n barely responds with a hum before she passes out cold.

Chan watches her for a moment before he tightens his grip on her, glancing out the window. “Sleep well, Y/n-ah. You deserve it.”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Y/n wakes up to the smell of her own cloudy scent as someone shakes her shoulder. She groans, coming to and blinks her eyes open.

Chan smiles at her. “Hey. We’re home.”

Y/n glances around, slowly sitting up with a nod. “Oh.”

“Go ahead and get washed up and comfortable.” Chan tugs on her hands to keep her awake. “Lino and Binnie have a surprise for you.”

The omega stares at him as his words ponder before she sits forward. “Wait, what? A surprise? What surprise?”

He shrugs, kissing the back of her hand before he stands. “Get washed up first and you’ll find out.”

Y/n crosses her arms over her chest lifting her eyebrow. “Chris. You’re being weird.”

Chan huffs out a laugh. “It’s a good surprise, I promise!”

The omega sighs as she climbs out of her bed. “Fine.”

He gives her one last smile and closes the door. Y/n takes a minute to bask in the silence before she makes her way to the bathroom and strips out of her clothes. She takes a long shower, relishing in the hot water running against her skin before she gets out and does her skin routine. Once she returns to her room, she decides putting on pants is too much work, so she grabs her longest pink silk dress and tugs it on. She realizes a second too late that it’s one of her lingerie dresses and blinks at the slightly see-through material along her sides and over her breast. She shrugs and slips on her slippers and makes her way out of her room. She’s immediately hit with the smell of amazing food and a rush of nostalgia hits her.

As soon as she enters the living room, a hand is placed over her eyes and she yelps. “Yah! What are you doing?”

“You can’t look yet!” Chan wraps his arm around her waist and guides her forward. He blatantly ignores the way she’s dressed as he waddles her toward the kitchen.

“Chris.” She sighs exasperated as she blindly grabs his arm. “Seriously, what is with all the suspicion?”

“Just a bit further,” he mutters.

His breath brushes against her ear, and she shivers, nibbling on her lip to keep herself silent. The alpha abruptly removes his hand and she blinks before she gapes. The table was filled to the brim with food, dishes that her mother would make for her. All of her favorites are there, and the others sit at the dinner table expectantly waiting on her.

“Wha… What is all this?” Y/n faces Chan.

Chan bites his lip before he shrugs. “Ask Lino.”

Y/n eye’s flit over to him with a questioning look, but the alpha is blatantly not looking at her. His ears are red and he looks a bit constipated, gripping the chair she usually sits in.

Jisung leans over and smacks his arm. “Hyung, get to it.”

Minho growls at him and Jisung glares back, flashing his gold omegan eyes in warning. Minho drops his head back with a defeated sigh, and Jisung smirks while Felix and Seungmin fight to keep their laughter hidden from Minho being silently scolded. Hyunjin snorts while Jeongin shakes his head in amusement and Changbin grins, crossing his arms over his chest. Chan hides his laughter into Y/n’s shoulder.

“Um.” Minho clears his throat. “So I… I’m not really good at gift-giving. I like to show my feelings through actions rather than materialistic things, but since you’re a new member, I wasn’t quite sure how to welcome you into the pack until now… I had my mother message your mother, and she told me some of your favorite dishes, so I figured that I could make them for you as a courting gift.”

Y/n blinks twice before she smiles, huffing out a laugh of disbelief. “Really? You-You did this for me ?”

Minho flushes a darker shade of red as he nods, holding her gaze. “Y-Yeah.”

Y/n beams before she rushes forward and throws her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “Thank you.”

Minho tenses before he wraps his arms around her waist. “Of course.”

She squeezes him once before she lets go, turning toward the table. “Oh, my god. It looks so good!”

“Sit, so we can eat,” Chan says.

Minho pulls out her chair, and she smiles at him before taking her seat.

“Wah.” She glazes her eyes across the table. “I don’t know what to choose first.”

“Well, hurry up. I’m hungry and you get the first bite,” Changbin snips.

Y/n wrinkles her nose at him before she quickly fills her plate and starts eating. She moans at the first taste, slumping against her seat.

“Do you like it?” Minho asks.

Y/n frantically nods before she swallows. “Yeah. It tastes like home… Thank you, Minho.”

Minho waves his hand. “J-Just eat.”

Chan resists the urge to tease him, but Jisung laughs, cuddling into his side. “Good job, Hyung.”

Minho rolls his eyes as he stuffs his face, ignoring everyone’s amused looks. As they eat, Y/n talks about her day with the others, and Chan chimes in to dramatically tell them about her scenes and how well she got along with the director. Jisung praises her for her skill as the others comment about how curious they are about her scenes. They move to the living room after they eat, and Y/n cuddles up to Jisung with Hyunjin on her other side gripping her thigh.

“Alright!” Changbin grabs something from behind the couch. “It’s my turn.”

“Your turn?” Y/n echoes.

Changbin wordlessly holds out a black box to her and she takes it with a frown. “What’s this?”

“They’re shoes.” Changbin shrugs, twirling his finger in a circle against the skin of Felix’s knee, who sits pressed against his side. “I… I had a girlfriend once, and I always wanted to give her shoes, but we broke up before I could do it. Since you’re here now, I figured that I could spoil you the way I’ve always wanted so… yeah, here’s your first courting gift.”

Y/n huffs out a laugh as the alpha blushes furiously and smirks at him. “Spoil me, huh?”

Changbin wrinkles his nose. “Just… open it.”

She relents with a chuckle as she lifts the cover. She immediately snaps it shut. “You did not!”

Y/n shoves the cover off and gapes, hovering her hand over them. “Oh, my god.”

“Hyung!” Hyunjin leans over. “Are those Louboutin’s!?”

Chan hisses as he shakes his head. “Damn. Those are expensive.”

Y/n gingerly lifts the black shoe, staring at the bright red soles. “No way.”

“Wow.” Felix leans forward. “They even look expensive.”

The shoes are a slick black leather with a simple heel style, the classic pair of red bottom heels. Her omega purrs from the color, and she blanches, not realizing her omega really enjoyed expensive stuff. Her scent filters out with adoration and her eyes shine gold.

“Oh?” Jisung smirks, sitting forward. “Wow, Hyungie. You got her omega’s attention! Good job!”

Y/n rapidly blinks as her eyes return to their regular color. “Well… I just learned something new.”

“What, that your omega likes expensive stuff?” Seungmin smirks. 

Y/n pouts. “Don’t patronize me.”

Seungmin snickers at her along with the other omegas.

“Try it on.” Minho urges her.

“Don’t they take a while to break in?” Jeongin asks.

Hyunjin nods. “Yeah, they’re such high quality that it sometimes takes years to break them in.”

Y/n brushes her dress to the side and slips her feet into the shoes. They fit perfectly, clinging to her feet. The uncomfortable tightness of a brand new shoe is present, but she’ll break them in over time. Other than that, she loves the way they accentuate her feet as she bites on her lip in excitement.

Changbin smirks as she lifts her leg, twisting her ankle around. “They look good on you.”

Y/n flushes. “Thank you, Binnie.”

Changbin lifts his eyes as he sits back. “You’re welcome.”

Felix giggles, pinching his red cheek. “Cute.”

Hyunjin helps her to her feet, and she stumbles a bit from the height.

“These are higher than I thought,” she mumbles.

Hyunjin grips her hands as she walks backwards from behind the coffee table. He helps her walk in a straight line, Chan standing to the side just in case she falls. 

“Wah, I’m jealous.” Felix pouts. “I want heels.”

“No, you don’t.” Jisung snorts.

He grins. “Yeah, you’re right, but they look nice!”

After Y/n walks around the living room a couple of times, she collapses on the couch, and Hyunjin takes her shoes off.

“Seriously, Changbin,” Y/n meets his gaze. “Thank you for these. They’re beautiful.”

“I got you two, actually.” Changbin slides another box on the table before grabbing a bag. “And this.”

Y/n blanches.

“Yah!” Jisung shouts. “This is favoritism!”

Felix laughs as Changbin glares at him. “If my memory is correct, you had the most courting gifts out of everyone in here.”

“This is true.” Jeongin nods. “Jinnie-hyung whined about it for months.”

“He still does,” Minho mutters.

Hyunjin glares at him. “No, I don’t.”

“Whatever helps you sleep better.”

Y/n giggles while the others bicker, and she glances at her second pair of heels. They’re white with an intricate lace design and red soles. Inside the gift bag is a Louis Vuitton black leather handbag with a gold chain on the handle. 

“This bag.” She stills, eyes trained on the lining on it. “It’s seven million won.”

Changbin nods. “Yeah, more or less.”

Y/n stares at him. “Seo Changbin.”

“What?” He flushes. “Do you not like it?”

“How’d you know it was seven million won?” Jisung asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Because I’ve been drooling over this bag for forever!” she exclaims. “Yah, seriously. I can’t take this.”

“You can and you will.” Changbin leans his elbows on his knees. “I’m not taking it back. It’s yours, Y/n-ah.”

“Y/n-ah.” Chan rubs her back. “It’s okay to want it. It’s a gift.”

Y/n shakily nods before she rushes over to Changbin and hugs him. “Thank you.”

Changbin grins, pulling her into his lap. “Of course.”

His scent of cedar and tonka bean falls over her, and she bares her neck for him. Changbin perks up, his eyes flashing a deep red before he actively scents her neck. Y/n shudders from his pheromones but remains dutifully still.

Once he’s done, he presses a kiss to her cheek and she moves over to Minho, baring her throat. Minho stares intently at her before he grabs her by the waist and pins her to the couch. Y/n lets out a shaky breath as he grips her hands and restrains them on either side of her head. He trails his nose along the lines of her neck before he thoroughly scents her. Y/n’s turned into a pool of calm pleasure by the time he’s finished, and Minho stares down at her with a smug grin.

“Cute,” he mutters. “You okay?”

Y/n sluggishly blinks her eyes, slowly nodding. “Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”

Jisung shoves him away. “Jesus, Hyung. Were you trying to kill her with your scent?”

Felix helps her sit up with Jisung’s help while Hyunjin watches in amusement.

Minho shrugs. “Not really.”

Chan grabs Jisung before he can throttle his hyung and places him back on the couch. “Alright, that’s enough of that. We have a busy schedule tomorrow. Let’s head to bed.”

“Do we have to sleep alone?” Felix pouts.

Seungmin perks up. “Can we sleep in the den?”

Chan grins. “I see no reason why not.”

Seungmin and Hyunjin shoot up the stairs with Jeongin and Felix hot on their heels. Changbin laughs, following them at a slower pace with Minho next to him.

“You coming?” Jisung asks, pausing at the steps.

Y/n fiddles with the strap of her dress. “Can I?”

Chan grabs her and tosses her over his shoulder. “You don’t have a choice.”

Y/n smacks his back. “I can walk!”

“Too bad. I don’t want you backing out or running away.” Chan shoots over his shoulder.

Ultimately, she knows he’s right. She was starting to feel a little guilty with the gift-giving, but she has to accept that she’s becoming a part of this pack and that includes courting.

Chan takes her to the den and sets her on her feet. The lighting is low, and Hyunjin and Felix had already fixed up the nest by the time they stepped down onto the carpeted floor, kicking off their slippers. The others get settled, and Y/n hovers, not quite sure where she should sleep. Felix wiggles his fingers for her, and she gratefully grabs them before yelping as the omega yanks her down. She’s quick to cuddle up to his back, nuzzling her nose against the back of his neck.

“Yah! No fucking! I just said we have a schedule tomorrow.”

Y/n blinks and lifts her head to see Chan holding Jeongin in a scruff and glaring at Minho. Jeongin stares up at Chan through his lashes with his red alphan eyes on full display while Minho smirks, her lips pink and swollen. Hyunjin pats Chan’s wrist, and he lets go of Jeongin. Hyunjin pulls the younger alpha close and heavily scents him to calm him.

“Sleep, Innie.”

Minho cuddles up to Chan instead and the alpha lets him, shaking his head. “You kill me, you know that?”

“Love you, too, Hyung.”

Felix laughs at them. Y/n drops her head again and closes her eyes, taking in the mixed scents of the den. It’s warm and cozy and with Changbin and Minho’s scent still heavily in her system, she easily drifts off to sleep. The others quiet down as they notice her falling asleep so quickly.

“You’re staring.”

Seungmin jolts at Changbin’s voice and turns to him. “What?”

“At Y/n.” He nudges his head. “You’re staring at her pretty hard. Something on your mind?”

Seungmin’s eyes flit across his face before he buries his face back into his shoulder. “No.”

“Minnie,” the alpha mutters.

Seungmin sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s nothing, really. I swear.”

Changbin watches the way his eyes dart around underneath his eyelids and sighs. “Okay. Whenever you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Seungmin grits.

“Alright.” He shifts, pulling him closer. “Whatever you say, Minnie.”

Changbin remains silent after a while, his breath evening out as he further relaxes. Seungmin opens his eyes and trails his gaze across Y/n’s side profile.

He’s not sure what it is about her that has him hesitating. He thinks she’s attractive, he’d be stupid if he didn’t but he’s not sure what he feels about her. How he wants his relationship with her. A part of him is telling him to just keep her at arm’s length but she’s intriguing. She fits in well so far with everyone and it’s clear that Chan’s alpha has grown attached to the omega… Maybe he can let himself get to know her and figure out why his beta instincts keep yelling at him with words he doesn’t quite understand. Maybe.

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When Y/n wakes up the next morning, it’s to the annoying blare of someone’s alarm and the blissful smell of cedar and rosemary. Multiple groans sound throughout the room as the alarm wakes up the pack, and Y/n curses under her breath, nuzzling into someone’s chest. As she shifts closer, she frowns at the extra skin and lazily blinks her eyes open. Y/n pauses as she takes in her surroundings. She’s cuddled up to Seungmin as the two of them lay completely on top of Changbin’s chest. Seungmin has a hand curled into the silk of her dress over her stomach as he remains asleep. Y/n glances up at Changbin, recognizing the weight on her waist as his meaty arm and sees him slowly blinking his eyes open with a groan.

“M-Morning,” she mutters.

Changbin glances down at her, his eyes dart between her and Seungmin, and he smirks, pulling them both closer. “Well, good fucking morning to me!”

Y/n sighs at the cockiness in his voice with a smile, stifling a giggle. Seungmin hums as he shifts closer, burying his face in between Y/n’s breast. The omega tenses, frantically glancing at Changbin for help. The alpha simply grins, fighting the urge to laugh at her. She hears someone’s amused snort and lifts her head. Chan has his phone out and snaps a picture, his eyes practically shining.

Y/n whines, hiding her face in Seungmin’s brown hair. “Please, don’t.”

“Knew he couldn’t hold back for long.” Felix’s deep voice runs a shiver down her spine.

Y/n squirms, and Changbin releases his grip on her. She rolls over and sits up, brushing her hair out of her face in the process. Most of the others are awake, sleepily getting themselves together except Hyunjin. He’s still passed out on Jeongin’s chest.

Minho takes one look at Hyunjin and glowers at Chan. “I’m not waking Jinnie.”

Chan sighs. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Minho promptly extracts himself from Jisung’s prying grip and slips out of the nest. The omega whines holding out his hands, and Minho huffs a laugh. He reaches down and grabs him before hauling him over his shoulder and walking away.

“Gonna make coffee,” Minho says over his shoulder.

Jisung sluggishly meets Y/n’s gaze and waves at her with a small smile. She snorts, waving back before he disappears around the corner. Y/n leaves the nest next and stretches her arms over her head, extending her back. She groans, feeling the strain on her muscles.

“Oh nice,” Changbin comments. “Want me to pop your back?”

“No,” she pouts. “I don’t need your melon arms snapping my back in half.”

Seungmin snorts, cuddling into Changbin’s chest. “Yeah, muscle brain.”

Changbin glares at him. “Get off me.”

“Noooooo.” Seungmin whines as Changbin pushes him to the side. “Hyung-ah! Come back!”

“We have to go, Minnie,” Chan tells him, idly poking at Hyunjin’s sleeping frame. “You guys have hair appointments.”

“What about breakfast?” Changbin bemoans.

“Later.” He grunts, irritated with Hyunjin’s unresponsive body.

Chan scoops down and picks Hyunjin off Jeongin’s chest before promptly dropping him off to the side. Hyunjin groans and rolls over, burying his face in a pillow grumbling something as he goes.

“Hyunjin-ah.”

“Hm.”

“Wake up. We need to leave soon.”

“Mm.”

Chan glares at him, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “Don’t make me count.”

“Okay, okay,” he grumbles, pushing himself onto his side to peek up at his hyung with one eye open. “I’m up now. Happy?”

Chan wordlessly lifts an eyebrow and Hyunjin sighs, sitting up fully and rubbing his eyes. “So mean. Can’t I jus sleep?”

“No, sleep later.” Chan pulls him to his feet. “Go get ready. Go, shoo.”

Hyunjin pouts again, and the alpha relents with a fond smile. He showers his face in kisses until he has the omega squirming with a sleepy smile. Hyunjin giggles, pressing himself against Chan’s chest. He’s quick to wrap his thick arms around his slim waist and press their foreheads together. Hyunjin closes his eyes with a hum, rubbing their noses together.

“Love you,” Chan mutters.

Hyunjin flushes, pressing his nose into Chan’s cheek. “Love you too, Hyungie.”

Changbin throws a pillow at them. “Quit being cute. It’s too fuckin’ early for this!”

Y/n snickers along with Jeongin as Seungmin grins at the pissed-off expression on their faces. Hyunjin rolls his eyes, holding onto Chan tighter while Chan flips them off.

“Fuck both of you.”

Changbin grins, happy with successfully irritating his hyung. “I will later.”

Y/n sighs. “That’s my cue to leave.”

Jeongin shakes his head. “Mine too.”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

After a small breakfast, the group goes through the motions of hair appointments. Y/n rides with the 00’ line to the studio and agitatedly messes with her pants.

“Nervous?”

Y/n lifts her head and gives Jisung a small smile. “Yeah. I mean it’s Studio Choom. Of course, I’m nervous.”

The older omega nods and slips his hand in hers. She gives it a gentle squeeze as he gazes out of the window.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Hyunjin waves his hand. “The staff is super nice there. You’ll have nothing to worry about. Just try to have fun.”

Seungmin nods in agreement, and Y/n finds herself staring at his new hair color. It really suits him. “It’s always fun at Studio Choom.”

The others continue to talk idly, but Y/n sits pressed up against Jisung. He’s been a bit odd this morning. She doesn’t know him well enough, but she can tell when someone isn’t feeling up to anything, so she just leans her head on his shoulder and holds onto him tighter.

Jisung glances down at her. “You sure you’re okay?”

Y/n shrugs, tracing mindless patterns up and down his arm with her acrylic nails. “Mhm… Just enjoying the presence of my head omega.”

Jisung’s ears turn red, and he whines. “Yah. That’s not fair, you can’t pull that card.”

Y/n giggles and presses harder against his side. “I absolutely can, and I absolutely will. You did say I could come to you if I wanted to.”

Jisung rolls his eyes before he brushes his cheek against hers, lightly scenting her. “Yeah, fine. I’ll accept that.”

Y/n smiles briefly meeting his gaze, falling into soft silence. His scent lightens after their interaction, and unbeknownst to them, Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin breathe a little easier knowing that their head omega is feeling a bit better.

They finally arrive at the studio building and quickly pile out of the cars. Chan does a head count while they follow the managers inside. Y/n glances around the industrial building standing between Jisung and Minho. Jisung has a tight grip on her hand, and Y/n can feel the posturing pheromones Minho lets out as they walk, so she gently lets out her own scent and watches as both of their shoulders relax along with Felix and Changbin in front of them. Jisung releases some of the tightness in his grip and bumps her cheek with his nose in a silent thank you. She smiles, and they make their way to a room with the band’s name on the door.

“Alright!” Jaesung turns around as they pile in. “You know the deal. Half of you get dressed first while the other half does hair and makeup.”

Hyunjin, Seungmin, Felix, and Chan head over to the chairs as Minho and Jeongin walk off, already taking off their jackets.

“Hey, Y/n-ah!” Sanghee calls out to her. “Let’s get you dressed first. I want to see if the outfit works out.”

“Alright.” Y/n nods.

Jisung lets go of her hand, and she gives him a small smile before crossing the room.

Y/n briefly bows to Sanghee and lifts an amused eyebrow at the look in the older omega’s eye. “Why do you look like you’re about to play with dolls for the first time?”

Sanghee flushes, and Y/n laughs softly. “Sorry, I mean I am excited. It’s going to be fun working with you from now on.”

Y/n blanches before she cups her face. “Ah, that’s so nice to hear.”

Sanghee giggles, poking her side. “Alright, enough of that. Take your clothes off.”

Y/n turns a deeper shade of red at her wording, and the older omega laughs at her turning to grab her outfit off the rack.

“Do you have a ring in?” Sanghee asks over her shoulder.

“No.” Y/n grunts, tugging her tight shirt over her head. “I didn’t think I should.”

“Good,” Sanghee tells her. “Minjee-unnie told me–”

A sharp gasp sounds before someone screams her name. “Y/n-ah!”

Y/n jolts, placing a hand over her racing heart as she turns. “Yah, Oppa, don’t scare me like that.”

Changbin approaches her waving his hand. “Hurry, hurry, hurry! Turn around! Wah, did my eyes deceive me?”

Y/n blanches but does as she’s told. She yelps as he places a broad hand on her back.

“Wah! You’re so toned! Look at these back muscles!” Changbin exclaims, poking and prodding at her skin.

“Oh wow.” Felix leans back in his chair to take a look. “I mean I kinda knew you were a bit ripped, but wow .”

Minho makes an impressed face and nods. “Nice.”

Jisung snorts and wordlessly tugs on his red ears. The alpha sends him a withering glare, and it only spurs him on, huffing a laugh.

“Hyung.” He grins. “You can admit she’s attractive. No one’s gonna fault you for that.”

Minho ignores him though, fumbling with his shirt. “Whatever.”

“Yah.” Sanghee sets her hands on her hips and glares at Changbin. “You’re disturbing the process, Changbin-ah. Go get changed. Go away.”

Changbin pouts but gives Y/n a pointed look. “We’re going to the gym together one day. You don’t have a choice.”

Y/n giggles but nods. “Okay! Sounds like fun.”

The alpha gives her a lopsided grin. “It’s a date!”

He promptly walks away talking to himself about which gym to go to and which day would be better with their schedule, and Y/n chuckles to herself, glad that the alpha is excited about it.

“As I was saying.” Sanghee sighs, shaking her head and making Y/n snicker. “Minjee-unnie told me that we’re gonna be putting you in a lot of different rings, so you’ll be showing your belly a lot. We have one for you today.”

She turns around as she says that and grins, glancing at her stomach. “It’s a good thing you’re already so fit.”

Y/n scrunches her nose in embarrassment. “Unnie, please.”

“Here.” Sanghee holds out the hanger with a smug grin. “Put this on first. Actually–” She tilts her head as she accesses Y/n’s bra. “I don’t think that’s a good bra.”

“Oh.” Y/n glances down at her breast.

“I brought a strapless bra.” Sanghee and Y/n turn to Changhee walking up to them, rummaging around in his bag. “I kind of figured that would be an issue, and it completely slipped my mind to remind Y/n the other day.”

He finally finds it and hands it over to Sanghee. “Does this work?”

“Yes, it’s perfect!” Sanghee smiles. “Thank you, Changhee-ssi.”

Changhee flushes, briefly frowning. “Just call me Oppa. It’s fine.”

Y/n snickers at the omega’s flustered state, and her manager glares at her before he walks away. Y/n quickly changes into the bra, ears heating up as she briefly realizes she’s changing in front of a bunch of men.

“Whoa. I thought so before, but your boobs are huge .”

Y/n sputters at Sanghee’s bluntness, and it causes many heads to turn. “Unnie!”

Minho huffs a laugh next to her as he buttons up his white dress shirt, and she sends him a withering glare. The alpha just smirks and turns his head, chuckling under his breath.

Chan visibly swallows and yanks his gaze away from the omega, squeezing his eyes shut. Knock it off, Christopher .

Hyunjin’s eyes briefly linger on her lean abdomen before he returns his gaze back to the mirror, mentally chastising himself and glancing at his phone. Felix has a look in his eyes as he nibbles on his lip, and it isn’t until the makeup artist faintly flicks his chin that he realizes what he’s doing. “Ah. Sorry, sorry.”

Changhee’s grin is smug as he shakes his head with a chuckle. “Men.”

“They’re not huge.” Y/n glowers. “They’re very average-sized, just perkier with certain bras.”

“Sure, let’s go with that.” Sanghee grins.

Y/n ignores her as she puts on a white long-sleeve dress shirt that cuts off just underneath her bra with a black waistcoat vest over it. It’s cropped as well showing her belly button. Y/n shimmies out of her pants as Sanghee holds up her pants

“I’m a little worried about the pants now.” She frowns.

“Why?” Y/n asks, folding her pants onto a chair.

“Well, it’s supposed to be baggy, but I mean… you’re not at all flat.”

“Unnie.” Y/n sighs, covering her face with a hand in embarrassment. “Please, don’t.”

Minho laughs at her as Sanghee flushes. “You do have a nice butt, and I’m allowed to say that as a professional butt enthusiast.”

“Pervert.” Jeongin grins.

Y/n sighs. “Men. I’m stuck with a bunch of men.”

“Don’t get me wrong, we did the measurements right,” Sanghee quickly adds, frantically waving her hands as she tries to defuse the situation. “But I didn’t think we were doing tight-fitting clothing for you compared to the others just yet, but just-just try it on.”

Y/n puts on the baggy ripped blue jeans, and sure enough, they cup her butt pretty well but the legs are still baggy.

“Eh.” Sanghee shrugs. “It’s fine.”

Y/n twists her hips as she glances down at her legs before she moves to the side and does a bit of the choreography. Jeongin catches the movement and snorts.

“Hey, Changbin-hyung.” He grins. “What was that about hip-hop in the studio?”

Changbin makes a face at him, and Hyunjin and Seungmin burst into laughter while Felix and Jisung grin. “Yah, it’s not like that. My throat was just a bit sore that day.”

“Sure, Bin.” Chan smirks as Jaeyun fusses with his hair.

“Do it now then,” Minho tells him, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n watches as Changbin sits up taller and tries it, his voice cracking immediately and the others guffaw. Minho knew it was intentional, but it made Jisung smile, so he wasn’t complaining.

Y/n huffs a laugh as she finishes putting on her diamond-encrusted tie. “Hey, Oppa.”

“Hm?” Changbin turns to her.

“ Hip hop step keumjimagi balji teukchullan ge teukgi ,” she raps, mimicking his part in the song and kicking out her leg.

Changbin scrunches his nose with a shy smile as the others laugh at Y/n, the omega grinning from successfully teasing her alpha.

“Ah.” Jisung gapes. “Hyung, she did it better than you. You should give her your lines.”

Chan nods. “I agree.”

“Yah!”

Changbin loudly protests being teased, and the others playfully argue back. Sanghee playfully swats at Y/n to get her attention, and Y/n stiffens so she can put in her belly ring while Y/n puts on the rest of her accessories. After putting on her black leather combat boots that match the others, Y/n switches out with Chan, and Jaeyun, the hair stylist, stares at her intently before working on her hair.

Minho and Jeongin join her on either side of her, and she takes a minute to stare at Minho. His hair is a reddish purple, and she can’t believe how it makes him ten times more attractive. The alpha notices but doesn’t say anything until a few minutes later.

“You’re staring pretty hard there.”

Y/n jolts out of her trance and straightens her head. “Sorry. I– You– The hair color… it looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” Minho grins, turning to her. “Thank you, Omega.”

Y/n whines, covering her face with her hands.

“Aish.” Minjee flicks the back of his head. “Quit flirting and focus.”

Minho gives an amused look even as his ears turn red and straightens his head. “Sorry, Noona.”

Jiyoo does Y/n’s makeup, and she loves how it makes her look tough with a black and red smokey look. She puts in a simple silver lip ring that stands out against her dark lips, and she smiles, admiring her work. 

“Wow,” Y/n mutters. “I didn’t think I could look this good.”

Jiyoo snorts. “Well, get used to it. We’ll have you looking fabulous every day.”

Sanghee hands her a camera, and Y/n takes a few selcas with it. She poses in front of the mirror with her own phone and takes some more.

“Alright, guys! Let’s do this!”

Y/n perks up at the different voice and smiles at Hakkun. “Morning, Hakkun-ssi.”

“Good morning, Y/n-ah.” The alpha smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She bows.

“Good luck out there,” he says, holding the door open for her.

Y/n bows once more and follows after the others. Chan gently pushes her forward once she catches up. “Go up there with Seungminnie. I want you in the front.”

“How come?” She frowns.

Chan briefly meets her gaze, and she sucks in a sharp breath finally noticing in his makeup. God, could they stop being so attractive?

The alpha shrugs. “It’s just something I do. Go ahead.”

Y/n nods and rushes to the front, briefly squeezing Jisung’s hand as she passes. Hyunjin and Changbin step through an open door and bow, and they all follow after him. Y/n lightly gapes at the space before she remembers the cameras pointed at them.

“Hello!” Hyunjin says.

Y/n walks up around him, her eyes wide with a small smile on her face. “Wah. I can’t believe this.”

“Ah, we’re finally back,” Seungmin says, spreading his hands.

“Stray Kids come back,” Hyunjin says in English.

Y/n giggles. “Aw. Your English is cute.”

Hyunjin pouts, and she grins, hiding her laughter behind her gloved hand. The others start to line up, messing around with Changbin, but they finally get it together with a firm look from Chan.

“We’re back at Studio Choom after a while,” Changbin starts.

“Ah, yes.” Felix nods.

“But!” Changbin stops and points to Y/n where she stands between Seungmin and Jisung. “We’ve got a new member with us this time.”