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Yeonjun thought he was losing his mind. Or maybe Soobin had finally lost his. One of them definitely had

He has known Soobin since the day the omega was born. Just over a year after him. His father was in the hospital when Seokjin went into labor. There are pictures of Taehyung holding Soobin as a newborn in some fancy maternity out there.

He grew up with him. Saw he win his first bike, remembers teaching him how to ride it, holding the handlebar to make sure the younger one wouldn't fall, celebrating with ice cream and Disney movies when Soobin managed to do it by his own. He was there when Soobin cried over his broken Nintendo, Yeonjun was the one who distracted him. The day the boy came into his school, one year younger, but there, close enough for Yeonjun to pick him up during break. 

The morning a boy on Soobin's class gave him flowers, Yeonjun was the one to mess with him, just for the sake of it. When Soobin went to his first party, Yeonjun was the one to walk him out because he drank too much. Even when Yeonjun presented at 16 years old, Soobin was the first one he called to tell that he was an alpha.

He was there when a years later, Soobin presented as an omega, squirming and crying from pain inside Yeonjun's embrace. He was the one who took him home to his parents and called every day for news about the other one's heat. 

That was also when the jokes started. Yeonjun was 17 years old, Soobin was 16, and everyone started to joke about the two of them mating. Yeonjun didn't knew who started the jokes, but if someone asked, he would say it was Beomgyu all the way. 

So you see, he knows Soobin his whole life. Knows how he thinks and what he does, and yet, this one comes as a surprise.

"I'm sorry, what did you just ask me?" He asks sitting up on Soobin's bed, looking at the boy sitting down on his computer desk, the clock hit 16:47.

They used to spend most days on Soobin's home. Yeonjun's alpha dad Works from home, producing songs, so he needed the quiet, and two teenagers could be very loud. Even though Yoongi said he doesn't care, Yeonjun didn't like to bother him. They are very similar in some ways, very different in anothers. Their relationship wasn't bad, they didn't fight or had any major issues, but they just weren't close either. 

Not like Soobin was with his own alpha father. 

Anyhow, he knows Soobin's room like the back of his hand, actually, he knows the whole house like the back of his hand. Both of Soobin's parents worked outside the house, so they could just hang out there. Seokjin hyung even left snacks ready for the both of them. 

Sometimes the other boys would join them. 

Beomgyu would show up unannounced, the alpha would just pop up from the floor, especially if the timing was bad, he was great at showing up at bad times. Kai on the other hand, would call with a simple 'I'm coming over' and show up 2 hours later, it took Yeonjun years to get used to the alpha's lack of punctuality. Meanwhile, for Taehyun to show up, you would have to schedule with him a week before, the omega was a control freak.

But most of the time, it was just him and Soobin.

Soobin gasps turning around on his chair, staring back at him on the bed "I asked if you could kiss me".

How the fuck could he just say it like that, as if they hadn't know each other their whole lifes, as if it wasn't a big deal. 

"Soobin have you lost your mind?" He can't think of another explanation for what's happening right now.

"It's not a big deal" The was he shakes his shoulder as if saying it doesn't matter.... it pisses Yeonjun off. 

"Not a big deal?" He asks raising an eyebrow, getting up from the bed to pace around the room "You just asked me to kiss you!".

"I'm aware" Soobin says rolling his eyes.

"Do you feel like giving me an explanation?" Yeonjun asks ironical, looking at the other boy.

"Stop that" Soobin says "I'll explain it, just... just sit down please" He says pointing to the bed. Yeonjun follows his request and sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes stuck on Soobin moving from his chair to his side on the bed "Kwang asked me out" He says and stays quiet.

"And? congratulations for you, the guy you're into since middle school asked you out, what does that have to do with this?" He was starting to get agitated again.

"You said it yourself hyung, I've been into him since middle school, I don't wanna mess this up" Soobin says, flaping his hands on the air, getting nervous too, his scent souring. Yeonjun realized that, of course he did, he knew the boy inside and out. He placed his hand on the other's leg, giving it a conforting squeeze. 

"You won't mess it up Binnie" Yeonjun says calmly, if Soobin was going to get agitated, he needed to remain calm or the world was gonna burn "I didn't mean to upset you, I'm just trying to understand"

"I know" Soobin says throwing himself on the bed, his back against the mattress "He is twenty" He says referring to the boy's age.

Yeonjun looks back at the boy laying on the bed, seeing him with his hands on his face. His own hand never leaving the omega's leg, trying to pass comfort to him "Yeah" He says, to show Soobin that he is still listening. 

"He had girlfriends and boyfriends before" Yeonjun realizes it's really bothering Soobin when the omega starts to fidget his own fingers "The whole school used to talk about how he and Yeji always smelled like each other... and you remember the purple bruises on his neck"

"You mean the hickies?" 

"Yeah" He sighs "He's done.. stuff" Yeonjun smiles, it's still a problem for Soobin to talk about sex or anything related to it, like he is still a kid, forbitten to even think or know about those shit.

"Probably" 

"I'm eighteen Yeonjun" He looks back at Yeonjun for the first time since he started talking "And I've never even kissed someone" His voice comes so low it cuts right through Yeonjun's heart. 

He moves to lay down on the bed on his side, looking back at Soobin, reaching out to his waist to turn him to look back "What's wrong with that?" He asks carefully, trying not to allarm the omega again. 

"I don't wanna mess it up... I wanna kiss him and I want it to be good".

And then it hits Yeonjun. Soobin isn't asking him to kiss him because he wants as kiss, or has lost his mind, or every stupid thing that crossed Yeonjun's mind. He asked for a kiss to learn, he is asking Yeonjun to teach him. 

"That's where I come in, hm" He says after he realizes it.

"I mean.. you've kissed before" Soobin says nonchalant.

"It's different Soobin" He says like it's obvious "I've known you my whole life" He really is trying to get Soobin to understand where he is coming from, trying to explain why it's not a good idea.

"You've known Beomgyu your whole life and had no problem kissing him" The comeback somes quickly and Yeonjun stuns out of words. The omega sighs before speaking again "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable hyung, forget about it, it's ok" He says getting up from the bed. But Yeonjun notices how his scent changes and realizes that it isn't ok, in a jump he is on his feet too, stoping Soobin from getting out the room. 

He turns the boy around when he is reaching for the door knob, pressing him agaisnt the door "Don't lie to me, don't tell me it's ok when it's clearly not" He says getting annoyed, he hated when Soobin lied to him.

"What do you want me to say hyung?" The boy asks running his hand through his hair, Yeonjun can see that he is frustrated "You don't want to do it, okay, I can live with that, it doesn't mean that it doesn't bother me".

"Why though? Why does this bother you so much?" He asks pressing. He needs the answer because Soobin was about to walk out and that would end up in a fight and Yeonjun hates to fight with him. 

"You kidding me right?" Soobin says in a sarcastic laugh "Yeonjun, you've kissed people before, I've seen it.. You kissed Beomgyu, even though you say you don't like alphas, you still did it, so what the fuck is so wrong with me that the simple tought of kissing me bothers you so much?" 

His scent is so sour it almost makes Yeonjun cover's his nose, but that would only make it worse, Soobin would be more pissed. 

Yeonjun felt the realization punch through him.

He gets it now. The omega is feeling rejected, Yeonjun gets how upseting that can be for him, or for anyone in reality. 

"Nothing,” he said instantly. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.” One hand slid to Soobin’s waist, the other cupped his cheek. “You’re gorgeous, Binnie.” He leaned in, inhaling the sweet vanilla at his neck... too intimate, too instinctive. “And you smell incredible,” he whispered. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Yeonjun doesn't realize, but everything he just said comes in such an honest voice. He didn't realized that he felt that way. Even less that he actually leaned and smelled Soobin's neck, such an intimate thing to do.

Yeah, they were intimate, sure, but there are some lines they never crossed, and Soobin was toying with those lines right now. 

"Then why?" The omega asks, his voice so small, but Yeonjun can smell that his scent is no longer sour, back to the vanilla smell he liked so much. The same vanilla scent he kept smelling on his hut, as he thrusted agaisnt a pillow, coming all over it. 

"I don't want to ruin us" Yeonjun says small too. They were whispering like the conversation was a secret that no one could ever know. As if saying it louder would break them. "I love you so much Soobin. You're my best friend, I don't ever want to lose you" The alpha says leaning his forehead against the omega's. 

"You won't" Soobin says, not daring to move "I'll always be your best friend, you're 'bun'" He says making reference to the nickname Yeonjun used to call him when they were younger. That makes the alpha smiles, where his forehead is still against the omega and his eyes are closed "And you'll always be my junie"

"That's all I want Soobin" The alpha whispers, not daring to open his eyes or move away "I can't lose you".

"You won't" The omega says again, his hands moving to the alpha's torso until they got to his back to hold him "This doesn't change anything" He says.

"Promise me" 

"I do, I promise Junie"

Yeonjun takes his head from Soobin's, finally opening his eyes to look at the omega, talking about feelings was so fucking hard for the alpha, he wasn't raised to talk about it, he was taught to solve it.

Soobin was different, in his home they always talked about everything. Yeonjun envies that.

"Are you sure about this? You don't wanna save your first kiss for the guy you're actually going out with?".

"Not really, i'd like to have my first kiss with someone I trust" Yeonjun smiles at that, he does understand that feeling.

"And it's just a one time thing?" He asks the omega, he needed to make sure what Soobin wanted from him.

"If you want to, it can be, I don't wanna trouble you with more" The omega says small, showing his vulnerability, a side of him that Yeonjun didn't saw very often. Soobin was so confident and self spoken, he hated for people to see him vulnerable.

Yeonjun remembers him saying once that he was already a omega, if he showed that he was vulnerable, small or anything in that order, people would never respect him, he lived in a alpha's world. He remembers listening to it, and he thought he understood, but in honesty, he only realized Soobin was right when someone really made Soobin small for crying over an alpha's voice. 

The alpha would never forget that day, after all, he did end up on a police station after beating the crap out of the alpha that screamed at Soobin.

"You don't trouble me, don't ever say that" The alpha says low "And trust me, now that you promised me that this doesn't change us, I really don't mind kissing you" He said putting an emphasis on the word 'really', showing the omega that he was more than happy to kiss him.

Soobin groans at that, pinching Yeonjun's back, where his hands lay, whispering a small 'shut up', causing Yeonjun to laugh. 

"If you really don't mind" The omega says looking down, avoiding Yeonjun's eyes. The alpha saying 'I really don't' back at him. "Then maybe... until I can really kiss, like, until it's good"

"I'm okay with that" Yeonjun says, trying not to push the omega, realizing Soobin reached his inner point, where he is just done talking "You want it now?" He asks to be sure, bothered by the fact that the omega isn't even looking at him.

"If that's okay" 

"It is" Yeonjun places a hand on his face "Can you look at me?" He asks and the omega complies, lifting his head from the floor to look at the alpha. Yeonjun smiles as soon as they make eye contact, releasing soothing pheromones. The alpha leans in, their noses touch "Are you sure?" He asks once again and the omega nods.

Yeonjun kisses him. He presses his lips on the other's very tender, just a small peck, lips touching without moving. He was trying not to alarm the omega, to keep Soobin grounded and comfortable. He leans away, looking at the other's eyes, searching for something to make him stop, that's not what he finds. Soobin looks back at him like he wants him to do it again, he wants more. Yeonjun would be happy to give it to him.

He leans in again, opening his lips a little, fitting his top one on Soobin's lower one. He hears the omega gasp, opening his mouth a little, giving the alpha the perfect oportunity to really kiss him. Yeonjun dives in, he sucks his lower lip before kissing him like he means it. He is starting to think that he does. His hand on Soobin's waist grips when he feels the omega kissing him back, or trying to.

It's easy to realize it's Soobin's first kiss, he doesn't know what to do or how to move, so Yeonjun won't overstimulate him and put his tongue on his mouth. Like this is good, like this is enough, at least for now.

He breaks the kiss away after a while, moving back just enough to be able to look at Soobin. The omega has his eyes closed as he leans against the door, Yeonjun smiles at the vision. It takes a few seconds before Soobin is opening his eyes, smiling back at the alpha.

"How was that?" The alpha asks the question, wanting to make sure Soobin was alright. 

"Good" Soobin's voice comes out hoarse.

"Yeah?" Yeonjun smiles again, coming back to the place he was before, a breath away from the omega "Is it- do you want me to put my tongue on it?" He asks seeing the omega blusing, his ears turning red. Soobin was so palid any color would show up easily. 

Yeonjun's mind goes to that thought. Any color would show up easily, so a hickie would be very visible. Tempting. 

"Yeah" Soobin answers. 

And then the alpha is leaning in again. His mouth fits on Soobin's just right, and this time the omega opens his the second Yeonjun's lips touch him. Yeonjun bites on his lower one, going back to kissing him. When he feels it's enough, he brushes his tongue agaisnt Soobin's lips, asking for permission. Which the omega is fast in giving. 

When their tongues touch, Yeonjun's world stops spinning. It's good. Well, Soobin doesn't know how to actually do it, he is just following Yeonjun's lead. It's a good thing the alpha is great in doing that.

It's wet, the sound of the kiss can be heard very loudly, Yeonjun wants more, he has to keep himself grounded that this is Soobin, his Soobin, he can't fuck this up. And yet, this is Soobin, his Soobin, it would feel so right to just give in to instinct. 

He realizes Soobin is kissing him with his mouth, but his body is stuck, and if he really is teaching the boy, he should do that too. He breaks the kiss, looking at the omega. He takes Soobin's hands from his back and places them on his neck, watching the confused look on the other's face.

"You gotta use you're body too Bin" He says, realizing how hoarse and affected his own voice was. 

"What do I do?" The omega asks, equally affected.

"Every one has a preference" He says, nose brushing agaisnt Soobin "But you gotta show them you're feeling the kiss... that you want them" Yeonjun never felt so tempted in his life, never has he wanted something so much.

"What's your preference?" 

"Hair, I like when someone puts their hand there.. or when they pull it"

"Noted" Soobin says and then leans in to kiss him again.

It catches Yeonjun by surprise, but he doesn't waist any time in kissing the boy back. Both of his hands find Soobin's waist now, pulling him closer. He feels the omega's hands on his hair, pulling on it, messing around and it causes him to gasp on the other's mouth. Their tongues move against each other in a fast speed now, the kiss becoming something more, more desperate, more want. 

The alpha can feel his own cock hard, straining against his boxer, screaming for relieve, he decides to ignore that, he can't deal with it right now, not with Soobin, that's not what the omega asked of him.

But Yeonjun could feel Soobin was losing it too. His hands were more desperate on Yeonjun, trying to get any peace of him he could, and Yeonjun felt out of his mind. If he could just.. grind against something, anything, if it was Soobin, even better.

The door noise is what makes them stop, eyes wide as they stare at each other before both of them fall into laughing, pulling away.

And later when Soobin sits down on his chair again and laughs of something Yeonjun says, the alpha catches himself staring.

That's when he realizes it. It wouldn't be the same, not now that he knew how Soobin felt agaisnt him.

Yeonjun just knew.

He was fucked. 

After that, every alone moment was an excuse for both of them to be on each other. Soobin did became better at kissing, what wasn't actually good for Yeonjun since the omega decided to haunt every living minute of his mind.

They kissed, and kissed and kissed.

On Soobin's room after school. On his kitchen when grabbing snacks. At the side of the pool, since Soobin refused to go in. They just kept kissing. Soobin kept getting better and the kisses became more heated every time.

The alpha has lost track of the times he jerked off on the thought of Soobin, even though his brain keeps trying to remind him that this is fucking Soobin - his best friend Soobin.

"Hyung" The omega called opening the door for Yeonjun to come in. The alpha smiling at the sight of Soobin in loose shorts and a bunny t-shirt. He was cute, Yeonjun shouldn't be thinking about eating him alive. He walks in, passing one arm on Soobin's waist and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hi bun" 

Soobin guides them to his room, even though Yeonjun knows how to get there with his eyes closed. 

"My date is on saturday" Soobin says as soon as he closes the door behind him when they walk into his room. Yeonjun's mind goes blank. He had forgotten about the date, or Kwang, or that there was someone else. He is quick to recover tought, not wanting Soobin to see through him.

"You excited?" He asks sitting down on Soobin's bed, back against the headboard, staring at the omega on his feet.

"Nervous" Soobin answers fidgeting his fingers, Yeonjun can tell that he is really nervous.

The alpha tries to put his own bother to the side as he reaches a hand for Soobin to catch "Come here" He says and the omega goes. Yeonjun holds him by the waist and pulls him into his lap, it's not the first time they are in this position, but it is the first time since he realized his feelings for the omega. He places one of his hands on Soobin's thigh and the other moves to brush his bangs "It's gonna be ok Bin, he is gonna like you, and if he doesn't... then he is an idiot." Yeonjun says and Soobin laughs small.

"Well, at least I know how to kiss now" Soobin says joking. He is gonna kiss that alpha, isn't he? wasn't all of this for that?

"That you do"

Being with Soobin is so easy. He doesn't have to think before saying anything, he doesn't have to break any uncomfortable silence, he can be himself. Yeonjun just wishes he had realized this before.

Before someone else did it first, before Soobin was into other alpha. He wants to punch himself. How did he not realize how pretty Soobin was? how good he smelled? How much he just wanted to have him.

"You think he is gonna kiss me?"

"He is the dumbest alpha in the world if he doesn't"

They both stay quiet for a while, both lost on their thoughts. Yeonjun didn't know where Soobin's mind was at, but his own was far, far away, stuck on how much he wishes he could go back in time.

"Hyung, have you ever had sex?" Soobin asks out of the blue, taking Yeonjun's mind out of his thoughts. He chokes around air, taking a minute to understand what Soobin just asked him, looking at the omega with wide eyes. 

"I- ham.. yeah" He says

"Was it good?"

"I mean, yeah, it was good, most times" He sees the moment Soobin understand what he is saying "Why? You thinking about doing it?... with him?" He asks, begging all the gods, from all religions for Soobin to say no.

The omega fidgets his fingers, biting on his lower lips, clear signs that he is anxious.

Yeonjun can read him "It's okay if you are, there's nothing wrong with that" He says looking for Soobin's eyes, but the omega keeps them on his fingers.

"And if... if I'm not?" He asks lifting his head slow to look at Yeonjun. The alpha's heart beating like crazy inside his own chest.. does this mean Soobin doesn't wanna have sex with that alpha?

"That's okay too" He says moving his hand to caress Soobin's cheek, smiling at the boy.

"Isn't it-" Soobin stops, moving on his lap, probably to get more comfortable "Isn't that what happens on dates?" That's when Yeonjun remembers that this is Soobin's first date. The omega is going on a first date and Yeonjun is making it about him and a fucking competition with another guy.

"It can happen, but it doesn't need to" 

"So... it's okay if I don't wanna have sex with him"

"It is Binnie, it's more than okay" Yeonjun says "Binnie, when it comes to this... you never have to anything you don't want to" He says. But in the back of his mind he is worried about it. Not just this date, but the fact that anyone could pressure Soobin into something and he wouldn't be there "Promise me you won't let anyone pressure you into anything like that"

Soobin's eyes widen at that "Hyung, of course, I promise" He says and Yeonjun remembers how to breathe again, he says 'good' under his breath, but enough for Soobin to hear "But Hyung, I guess... this means we won't be kissing anymore" The omega says. Yeonjun already knew that, but saying it out loud is different. 

"I guess so" He whispers.

"Can we- maybe-" Soobin tries but the words don't come out. He is lucky enough that Yeonjun knows him like the back of his hand.

"One last time?" The alpha asks, knowning this was what the omega was going to say.

"Yeah, one last time" Soobin whispers.

Yeonjun places one hand on his waist and the other on his cheek, caressing it, seeing the omega's eyes closing. He leans in, brushing his nose against Soobin's, taking in his smell, and then their lips touch.

He stays there for a while, just touching him. It wasn't something they used to do. Every time they kissed they would go straight for the real kiss, tongue on tongue, wet noise, heavy breathing and desperate moves of their lips. It was never like this. This time it was different, maybe because was the last time, who knows, but it was different.

Yeonjun kissed Soobin like he knew it was the last time. As their lips stay unmoving, just touching each other, they were saying a lot more than they ever did. Care, affection, protection, tenderness... love.

"I feel safe here" Soobin says breaking the 'kiss', brushing their noses together, Yeonjun wondered if maybe the omega felt like he did, if maybe it wasn't too late, maybe he should just take the risk, if he just had the balls to do so.

"You're always safe with me" The alpha whispers. 

Soobin surges foward to kiss him this time. Opposite to before, this time his mouth come into his already opened, waiting for a real kiss, which Yeonjun is more than happy to give him. His tongue enters Soobin's mouth, he licks it, from his bottom teeth to the roof of his mouth, every little piece he can find.

And Soobin lets him, he doesn't try to fight or to keep track with his own tongue, no, he submits to it, to Yeonjun, letting the alpha do as he pleased.

The knowledge that he can do as he pleases and Soobin would let him drives the alpha crazy.

His hand on Soobin's cheek move to his neck, gripping it to take the kiss deeper, feeling as Soobin starts to move his own tongue again. The omega's hands made their way to Yeonjun's hair, the way he knew he liked it, pulling on it as he kissed back just as demanding and needy. The alpha's other hand moving to Soobin's thigh, his fingers dugging into his skin over the shorts, holding him close.

They break away to gasp for air when it became to much. Yeonjun's eyes finding Soobin's, the unspoken words dancing around them for a while. His eyes move from Soobin's face to his neck, where his scent gland is, then back to his mouth. 

"You're so pretty" Yeonjun whispers, his voice hoarse from the kissing. He takes in the sigh of the omega blushing on his laps, ears going red from the complement. 

"Kiss me again" He whispers against Yeonjun's lips.

The alpha leans the rest of their gap and kisses him again. Their tongues finding each other in a second, wrapping on theirselfs. The wet noise of the kiss fills the whole place, the air around them filled with hormones and the room smelling like them. 

Yeonjun's hand comes to Soobin's waist, groping him tightly as his other hand sneakly pulling the omega's shorts up, to show his bare thigh, his fingers dig in there, feeling the warm skin under his hand. That's when he hears the first moan coming out of Soobin.

He gets it, skin and skin, both burning hot, alpha and omega, he gets that moan, maybe all too well. Still, the effect it has on him doesn't change, it makes him want more of it, more of Soobin's moans.

The alpha was trying to keep himself grounded, to keep in control, but everything is gone the second Soobin moves in his lap to get closer. Meaning to do it or not, this way Soobin's ass is right on top of Yeonjun's dick and he moans at it, not being able to keep it inside.

Without thinking twice, the alpha thrusts his hips upwards, against the shell of the other's ass, making both of them moan, breaking the kiss.

"Hyung" The omega says looking at him "Do it again" And Yeonjun might pass out. He looks at Soobin, trying to find any trace that he isn't serious, there is none. Then he looks for traits that he is uncomfortable, all he finds is lust.

So he does it, he thrust upwards once again, seeing the omega moan and throw his head back. Yeonjun groans, surging fowards to kiss Soobin again. His tongue enters the omega's mouth like it's starving, he really thinks he is. He moves both of his hands to Soobin's ass, groping him tight there.

"Yeonjun" He says against his mouth, hips rolling on their own.

"Too much?" He asks nipping on Soobin's bottom teeth, following his hips movements.

"Not enough" The omega says and leans back, supporting his hand's on Yeonjun's thighs behind him. He starts to move faster and Yeonjun is going crazy. He pulls Soobin's shorts up to rearrange himself, pressing his dick right on the crack of his ass, brushing on his hole every time he moved. It didn't matter if they were both with clothes, they could feel each other.

Yeonjun moved, pulling Soobin closer by the waist, chests against each other as he keps thrusting on him. He moved his face to Soobin's neck, licking and kissing his scent gland, marking him over, scenting him, his, Soobin was his. The omega moaning loudly as he pulls on the alpha's hair in a silente request for him to keep going.

He feels the vanila scente on his tongue once and he is addicted. It didn't help that Yeonjun could feel and smell how wet the omega was.

"Fuck, you're so wet Soobin" He says and Soobin moans even louder. Yeonjun's eyes move down the other's body, taking in his flushed face, red and swollen lips from kissing, his tight bunny shirt and his shorts up, and right there he sees it, Soobin's dick just as hard as his.

The alpha moves one of his hands from Soobin's ass and press it on the omega's cock, seeing the way his eyes widen and he looks at Yeonjun's hand.

Yeonjun presses down again, seeing the omega rolling his eyes "Junie" He moans and the alpha presses down again, seeing the way the other one trembles and sobs ad he shakes, calling his name over and over again. He sees the way Soobin's shorts get more and more wet as he cums all over himself. 

"Oh fuck" Yeonjun moans once, thrusting against Soobin's ass one more time and cumming in his own underwear "Fuck Soobin... Binnie" He repeats like a prayer as he rides out his orgasm, maybe the stronger one he had in his life.

Then he is pulling Soobin closer, holding his waist as he hugs the omega above him, his face hidden on the other's neck for what feels like forever, he knew the second he moved away it was over, he fucked up, they both did.

"Hyung" The voice came trembling and Yeonjun looked at him, seeing the black eyes he loved so much threatening to cry, he couldn't let that happen, he never, ever, wanted to be the cause for those tears.

"Don't cry" He whispers caressing his face "It's okay, we're okay" He says to the boy "I love you so much, nothing's ever gonna change that" He whispers and Soobin nods, hidding his face on Yeonjun's chest.

They stay like that for a while, breathing on each other. 

"Can you help me pick something to wear for my date?" Soobin asks and that's it. 

Yeonjun refused to lose his best friend, even though he knew he was losing the love of his life, his mate, the only person he has ever felt a conection with. But it was still Soobin, and it was better to have him as a friend than not having him at all.

"Sure Binnie" He murmured on the omega's hair.

It's Soobin's date day, that's all Yeonjun could think he whole day since the minute he woke up with a call from the omega. He picked him up and took him to lunch, the atmosphere between them was heavy since the day they got each other off. He drops the omega home with a kiss on the cheek, even though every part of him wished for more, and wished him a good date.

The second he gets in the house, his dad calls his name "Yeonjun-ah?" comes from the kitchen, where his omega dad is going through some fashion magazine while his alpha dad is making some kind of drink in the mixer.

"Yes dad?" He says from the kitchen door. Both of his parents look at him, probably taking in how he looks. Lost. Empty. His alpha screaming at him for leaving his omega. Yeonjun has never felt more like a failure than now.

"You ok honey?" Taehyung asks putting the magazine down. He can see that his dad already knows the answer for that, after all, he did know Yeonjun better than himself, he was his safe space, whenever he needed anything, his omega dad would be there.

"I think I just need to lay down" He says withouse any life, like he is dead inside. At this point he thinks he might be.  

"I'm making some stupid drink your dad came up with from those famous people magazine, want some? It has vodka, you look like you need it" His alpha dad said. 

"Yoongi, stop encoraging our son to drink" Taehyung says hitting the alpha with the magazine "And it's not stupid, it's supposed to be fancy" he says pouting, just like Yeonjun does when he is upset. 

"Honey, it's fancy if you drink it in the caribbean island, if you do it on a three bedroom home on a tiny neighborhood in Seoul, it's just stupid"

"You're stupid"

"And you married me"

"Yeah, I was stupid back then"

Without even noticing Yeonjun is smiling. His parents had that kind of dinamic, they loved each other deeply, but leave it to them to bicker over something this silly.

If one needed the other, they would be on in a second, but if you ask them to get a glass of water for each other they will complain before doing it, they will do, but complain just for the sake of it. 

"Thanks for the offert dad, but i'm gonna go to bed" He says and their parents stop bickering to look at him. Yoongi even looks at his watch to make sure the timing is correct, and then looks back at Yeonjun with his eyebrowns raised. That he got from his dad. 

"It's 6 in the afternoon Yeonjun"

"Yeah, I know, I'm just tired" He says moving to leave a kiss on his omega dad "See you tomorrow" He goes upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him as soon as he gets inside, throwing himself on the bed.

He moves from side to side imagining how Soobin must be getting ready for his date now. For someone else. Not for him, never for him. Those thoughts keep haunting him until he hears a knock on the door.

"Kid?" Comes his alpha's dad voice. Yoongi's lower voice. 

"Yeah?" He answers sitting in the bed.

"Can I come in?" Yeonjun thinks it's weird, he can't remember the last time Yoongi was on his room.

"Sure dad" He says and the door open. Yoongi gets inside and closes the door behind him, his eyes avoiding the boy on the bed. Yeonjun knew how guilty his father felt about not being more present in his life "Dad?" He calls and the other alpha's eyes move to his face.

"Your dad is worried" Yoongi says leaning against the door "So am I" He says, surprising Yeonjun and even himself "He also said he smelled omega scent on your clothes, a very specific one, vanila" He can hear the implications behind his dad's voice.

"You know we're close dad" He says, avoiding the subject, the last thing he needs right now is to talk about Soobin.

"Oh I know that, Namjoon doesn't let me forget for a second, something about 'your son's scent is all over my boy'" He says rolling his eyes, moving to sit on the bed, besides Yeonjun, the boy doesn't remember the last time they were this close "But it's different kind of scent Yeonjun, I think you know pretty well what I'm talking about" He says and the younger alpha swallows down hard.

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even know what to say right now. He just stays there, looking at his father, who seems like he is studying him. 

"I'm gonna ask this only once, and I need to you to be honest with me" His father says "Did something happened between the two of you?" Yeonjun fidgets his fingers, he wouldn't even know how to begin explaining this, so he just nods, hearing his father sigh "Okay" He says "Is he pregnant?" Yeonjun's eyes widen at that, where the hell did this come from?

"What? No!" He says in a hurried voice, getting up from the bed, hearing his father sighs in relief this time "Where did that came from?"

"Well, you're acting weird" His dad says "I know you think I don't care, but I know my son and I know when something is wrong" Yoongi says distressed, avoiding his son's eyes, he also wasn't good on the emotions side of things "Are you guys together? Did you fight?"

"No, and no. He is... Soobin is going on a date tonight" He says gesturing, sadness all over his face and voice.

"Oh, so that's what is wrong" His dad says, understanding the problem "Do you like him?" Yoongi asks. For a second Yeonjun thought about not answering that, but he did need someone to talk to and this moment with his dad was nice. 

"More than I can explain" He says sitting back down on the bed.

"Did you tell him?" 

"I can't" He sighs looking at his father "He is my best friend dad. Soobin is my world, I can't afford to lose him... and he really likes this guy he is going out with" Yeonjun says bitting his lower lip and looking down.

"Kid, I'm not the best when it comes to relationships or feelings" He says and Yeonjun smiles, of course he is not "I think you got that from me" his father says "But I do know something... It's always better to take the risk when it comes from love"

"What if I tell him and he shuts me off?" He asks, the truth is, he is scared. When he looks up, his dad's eyes are stuck on him.

"Then it's gonna hurt" He says sighing "And one day it will stop hurting.. and you'll move on" his dad's voice comes low, as if he is telling Yeonjun a big secret "And he will always be your Soobin Yeonjun-ah.. that will never change" His dad reaches a hand to touch Yeonjun's shoulder.

"I'm scared" He confesses low.

"And that's okay, it's ok to be afraid son... it isn't okay to let it stop you" he brushes his finger's on the younger alpha's hair "And you know Soobin, you really think he would cut you out because of this?"

Yeonjun smiles at that, Soobin would never do that "No, he wouldn't, he would apologize and go months trying to make it better".

"Then what are you afraid off Healing-ah?" He asks.

Yeonjun looks up at his dad with so much pain, and so much love. 'Healing', it has been so long since someone called him that. His first nickname, the nickname this same alpha sitting on his bed gave it him. 

Yeonjun was a rainbow baby, his father had just gone through a misscarriage when they found out he was pregnant again, with Yeonjun. The first baby was a girl, Yoongi had the whole room ready for her, and with 7 months she was gone, just like that, no reason, nothing.

It broke his marriage apart, Taehyung wouldn't get up the bed, Yoongi felt like he would never recover from it, it seemed like his life was over. 

And then a heat came 3 months later, and a month after that, the stick turned out with two blue lines. He didn't replace his sister, his parents made sure to tell him that, to reassure him. But the second those lines show up, they had another reason to fight, for life and for their marriage. And when he was born, Taehyung choose his name, just like he had chosen his sister's one, Yeerim.

But it didn't matter, Yoongi only called him 'healing'. 

Until he became to busy to even call him anything. But now, hearing it again, it strikes him with all sorts of emotions "Dad" He says, voice breaking. Yoongi just opens his arms, waiting for his kid. Yeonjun throws himself at him, hugging his dad tightly.

"I'm so sorry Healing-ah" Yoongi whispered on his hair "I'm sorry I missed so much" and hugged him tighter "I'll never leave you again son" They were both crying at this moment, Yoongi looked like he was about to have a break down. 

Yeonjun is the one who leans away after a while, remembering why they were having this conversation "Dad, we're gonna talk about this when I come back ok?" He says getting up from the bed and putting his shoes on, grabing the car key "right now I need to get to Soobin"

He gets to the door before his dad speaks again "Yeonjun-ah" He looks back at his father, who smiles at him "Good luck... I love you" Yeonjun smiles at that "Go get your omega".

"Love you too dad" He says before going out the door, ready to face Soobin. 

The drive there is scruciating, it's 18:45, Kwang is supposed to pick Soobin up at 19. He was going as fast as he could, he just needed to get to Soobin, if the omega was going on a date with someone else, at least he deserved to know how Yeonjun felt. 

It's 18:52 when he gets to the house, ringing the door bell. Namjoon is the one who opens up, probably thinking it was his son's date, Seokjin right behind him, both of them looking at Yeonjun... but they don't look at all surprised. 

Then Seokjin is the one who smiles first "Go on sweetie, he is still upstairs" And Yeonjun realizes that he knows, of course he does, just like his own dad knew. Then he looks at Namjoon, who is looking back at him studying if he is good enough for his son. 

"Don't fuck this up" Namjoon says before opening the way for Yeonjun to pass. 18:54. 

He runs up the stairs to Soobin's room, already smelling the omega's scent from the hallway. He knocks twice, waiting for the other boy to open the door. When he does, his eyes widen in surprise, Yeonjun can see that he was not expecting him.

Soobin looks gorgeous. The black hair is down, his bangs giving him the childish, cute, innocent look. He had makeup, little, but there, just a black pencil under his eyes, giving him the sexy look. His neck had a golden chain with his initials on it, Yeonjun gave him that chain. He was wearing a social shirt with the top two buttons opened, a navy blue that just fit him. And black leather pants, that marked every single part of his body. Yeonjun was drooling. 

"Hyung? What are you doing here?" Soobin ask and Yeonjun looks back at his face. He gets inside the room, closing the door behind him. Then he looks back at the omega in front of him and gives two steps towards him, holding his face and kissing him passionately.

He thought he was going to be pushed back, yelled at or asked to desappear. But Soobin kisses him back. The omegas hands holding his waist as he moves his head to follow Yeonjun's lead. The kiss is fast, passionate, wet, tongues and teeths everywhere. 

The alpha is the one to break the kiss "Don't go" He whispers against the omega's mouth "Don't go out with him" he asks again "But if you do, at least you deserve to know... I'm in love with you Soobin" He confesses, opening his eyes to look at the omega in front of him. Soobin seems like he was caught completely out of guard, well, he probably was. 

"Hyung, what?" He asks tilting his head to the side, cute, so cute.

"I'm not asking for anything, i just... i thought you deserved to know... before you fall for someone else" He says still holding the omega's face. 

"How long?" The omega asks looking at him "How long have you known you felt this way?"

"From our first kiss" he whispers, undertanding where the omega is going with this, he is too late.

"You should've told me Hyung" Soobin says "If you had just told me Yeonjun" he whispers, his voice showing the pain he was feeling, his eyes filling with tears as he gets away from Yeonjun's hands. The doorbell rings again and they both freeze, this time it's Soobin's date.

"Soobin" He whispers to the boy in front of him.

"I can't" The boy answers cleaning his tears "Not right now" He says going towards the door, every step breaking the alpha's heart all over. Yeonjun felt like he couldn't breathe, and still, he needed to ask. Just as Soobin is about to walk out the door, the same door he kissed him against the first time.

"Would've changed something?" He asks, seeing the omega freezing and looking back at him "If I had told you?"

"Yes, it would've" He says and gets out the door. 

Yeonjun breaks, all at once all his emotions catch up to him. He throws himself on Soobin's bed and cries. Face burried on the pillows. He hears Soobin saying goodbye to his parents, he hears Kwang's voice saying he is bringing him back by midnight. He hears the door closing and the car turning on. And just like that, Soobin is gone. 

A soft hand comes to caress his hair, peach scent filling the room, and then arms are around him "I'm so, so sorry" Seokjin says holding him "My sweet, sweet boy" He says caressing his hair, holding him, keeping him safe.

He feels a hand on his leg and open's his eyes, seeing Namjoon sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing his leg, he looks sorry too and Yeonjun feels so, so loved. He knew they loved him, they always have, but this, this showed him, he would be alright, they both would.

After a few minutes he gets up from the bed "Thank you, both of you, for so much" He whispers cleaning his eyes "I have to go, I can't be here" He says holding his nose and both of his Hyungs undertood. 

He drove home that night with a broken heart.

Chapter Text

Soobin regreted what he was doing the minute he got inside the car. Kwang was pretty, and kind, and brought him flowers, opened his door for him to get inside, was making small talk with him, telling him about the restaurant they were going. And yet, his mind was stuck to the alpha he left in his room.

The restaurant wasn’t fancy, but Kwang had chosen a cozy place, warm lights reflecting off polished wooden tables. Soobin arrived a minute early, smoothing the front of his shirt and inhaling slowly to keep his scent neutral. He wanted this to go well.

Kwang lifted his head from the menu the moment Soobin came in “Soobin,” he said with an easy smile, standing to pull out his chair. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” Soobin murmured, cheeks warming. “You too.”

Kwang waited until he sat before taking his own seat again. Gentle. Polite. Confident without trying too hard. For the first few minutes, everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

“So,” Kwang said after ordering, leaning back casually. “You’re in your first year, right?”

“Yeah. Trying to survive it.” Soobin chuckled.

“I’m sure you will. Omegas are always good at focusing on the things that matter.”

Soobin blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” Kwang said with a shrug, like it was obvious. “You don’t get distracted with stuff alphas waste time with. Competition, fighting for spots, pushing yourselves too far. Omegas are more... grounded.” His eyes lingered a beat too long. “Better suited for support roles.”

Support roles.

Soobin forced a small smile. “I mean... I like studying. And I do want to go well college.”

“Oh?” Kwang’s brows lifted slightly. “College? That’s already ambitious, being good at it... it's just different.”

“Is that... bad?”

“No, no,” Kwang assured quickly, waving his hand. “Just uncommon. Most omegas end up realizing they’re happier staying close to home. It’s biological. You guys aren’t built for stress the way alphas are.”

The words hit like a cold splash of water.

Soobin straightened. “I think anyone can handle stress depending on the situation.”

“Sure.” Kwang reached for his glass. “But you know what I mean.”

Soobin didn’t. Didn’t want to.

The waiter returned with their drinks, and Kwang switched back into charming mode, asking about Soobin’s hobbies, laughing at his jokes, leaning forward like he was fully invested in the conversation. For a moment, Soobin relaxed again.

Then—

“You don’t eat much, right?” Kwang asked casually while scanning the menu. “Most omegas don’t.”

Soobin’s grip tightened on his water glass. “I eat normally.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kwang said quickly, though his tone didn’t match the words. “Just saying you’re naturally smaller. Not your fault. Genetics.”

Soobin exhaled slowly, trying to keep his scent steady.

The food arrived. Kwang cut into his steak while Soobin pushed noodles around his plate.

“You’re being quiet,” Kwang observed.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nothing important.”

Kwang smiled like he knew better. “You don’t have to hide things from me. I like honesty. My last partner was omega too, but he was way too emotional. Cried when I corrected him.”
He rolled his eyes. “Drama.”

Soobin’s stomach tightened.

“Corrected him how?”

“You know. When omegas get overwhelmed and forget who’s supposed to lead.” Kwang took a sip of his drink. “I don’t mind guiding someone, but only if they listen.”

Soobin stared down at his food, appetite gone.

Kwang kept talking.

“And I’m not saying omegas are weak,” he added, as if that helped. “You guys just need structure. Stability. A good alpha to keep things balanced.”

Red flag after red flag kept waving itself in Soobin’s face.

He tried to change the subject.

“So... what do you want to study in college?” he asked.

Kwang laughed. “Study? I’m not a books guy. My father’s company is waiting for me anyway.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to look so shocked,” Kwang teased. “You’ll understand when you settle down. Omegas don’t really need careers. It’s unnecessary stress.”

Soobin nearly choked on air.

A long silence stretched across the table.

Kwang leaned closer, lowering his voice “But don’t worry, okay? You’re different. I can tell. You’re more respectful than most omegas.”

Soobin swallowed hard.

Respectful.

Like he was supposed to feel grateful.

He forced a smile, though every instinct screamed at him to leave.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

Kwang grinned, satisfied, like he’d just been praised himself. “See? This is why I asked you out. You’re exactly the type of omega who’d make a great partner someday.”

Partner.

Someday.

With someone who didn’t think he could handle stress, or college, or decisions.

Yeonjun’s voice echoed in the back of his head, uninvited:

You won’t mess it up, Binnie... 
Anyone would be lucky to have you.

So why did Kwang make him feel so small?

“Soobin-ah? You listening?” Kwang asks beside him, snapping Soobin out of his thoughts.

Soobin blinks, then forces a smile as he turns to him. “Yeah, sorry, hyung.”

Kwang smiles, satisfied, and goes right back to whatever story he was telling.

Soobin listens—well, pretends to. He nods in the right places, hums when expected, but his mind keeps drifting. Something feels... off tonight. Not enough to name it yet, just enough to snag at him like a thread.

Dinner itself goes fine. Kwang talks a lot, Soobin answers politely. They exchange stories, laugh a bit. Kwang tells him he always thought Soobin was cute but assumed he was dating Yeonjun—

“Or, you know,” he adds with a smirk, “the pouty alpha.”

Soobin flushes, shaking his head “No, no. We’re not dating. Never were.”

“Shame,” Kwang says casually, but his tone carries a judgement that makes Soobin’s stomach pull tight.

Kwang pays the check without giving Soobin a chance to argue. The gesture is sweet, technically, but something about the way he hands the card over—chin up, proud, like he expects applause—makes Soobin’s omega bristle.

Things officially start to slide downhill the second they step outside.

Kwang’s arm drops around Soobin’s shoulders, heavy, territorial.

Soobin doesn’t pull away, but his omega curls inwards instantly, instincts burning under his skin—wrong alpha, wrong scent, wrong touch.

He swallows it down. He’s being dramatic, right? It’s a first date, he should give it a chance.

Kwang opens the passenger door for him, and Soobin murmurs a thank you before climbing in. The car smells strongly of cologne—not unpleasant, but strong enough that it slams into his senses like a wall.

“Mind if I stop somewhere real quick?” Kwang asks as he slides into the driver’s seat.

“Uh—yeah. I mean, sure,” Soobin says, and the alpha smiles like he passed a silent test.

Music fills the car as they drive. Soobin relaxes a little, even sings along to a few songs—until “Back to Friend” starts playing, and he chokes on the first lyric.

If you know, you know.

And Kwang glances over at him with a little smirk that makes Soobin want to sink through the seat.

Then they pull into a nearly empty gas station. Two boys lean against a beat-up car, the place dimly lit by a flickering overhead light. Soobin’s body tenses immediately; something about the emptiness feels wrong.

Kwang steps out.

The two boys walk straight to him.

Soobin, frozen in the passenger seat, hears everything.

“You got it?”

Kwang nods, hands over money, gets something in return—something small, easily pocketed.

One of the boys tilts his head toward the car “That your pretty one in there?”

Kwang laughs “My date. A pretty little doll, isn’t he?”

The words hit Soobin like a punch to the chest.

Pretty.

Little.

Doll.

Suddenly the car feels too small, too tight, too lacking in air.

When Kwang returns, he does so with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Soobin didn’t even know he smoked.

“Sorry about that,” Kwang says as soon as he’s in the driver’s seat again. “Dunno if you heard, but if you did—I was just trying to get them to stop staring. Guys like that don’t respect omegas.”

Soobin knows that’s a lie the moment it hits the air, but he forces a tiny smile anyway “Yeah… it’s fine.”

Because disagreeing feels dangerous.

“Come on,” Kwang says, cheerful again as he drives a bit further down the road. “I wanna show you something.”

He parks on a quiet, empty avenue. The kind of place where no one really passes by at this hour.

Kwang gets out first, circles around, and opens Soobin’s door like he’s reenacting a chivalrous scene from a drama. He gestures for Soobin to follow him to the backseat.

It’s only when Soobin steps closer that he sees the small monitor set up, the DVD case beside it.

His heartbeat steadies a little.

Right. A movie setup.

He feels stupid for being so tense.

“You like it?” Kwang asks, sitting close—very close.

Soobin nods. “Yeah. It’s cute.”

The alpha pours them both soda. The movie starts slow, soft colors, a couple meeting for the first time. Kwang’s arm slides around Soobin’s shoulders again, pulling him into his body.

Soobin goes along with it.

But every cell inside him screams wrong, wrong, wrong—this is not your alpha.

He swallows the feeling. Forces his shoulders not to tense.

Then the movie shifts abruptly.

No build-up.

No warning.

The heroine drops to her knees, the guy’s hand tight in her hair, and suddenly the screen is all movement and skin and sound.

Soobin stiffens instantly.

He’s seen explicit stuff before—everyone has—but never like this. Never on a date. Never while someone’s arm is heavy around him, waiting for a reaction.

The backseat feels too small.

The air too hot.

Kwang’s presence too loud.

Soobin realizes, finally, fully—

this was a mistake.

WARNING

When he turns around to say something, Kwang's lips are on his. The alpha forces his tongue inside Soobin's mouth. "Hyung, wait-" He tries to say but the alpha silences him. He uses his strength to pull Soobin into his lap, even with the boy trying to stop him.

"Shhhh, it will be a lot more easy if you cooperate and stay silent" The alpha says ripping his social shirt and Soobin's eyes widen, he realizes now what's about to happen. He is about to be raped on his first date. He tries to fight off, scream for help, anything. But the alpha is fast, he ties Soobin's arms together with the omega's own ripped shirt and uses his own shirt to put in his mouth, keeping him silent. 

He squirms and fights a lot, but nothing seems to work. The alpha lays him into the car seat and takes his pants off, even with the boy fighting for his freedom. His underwear goes along with the leather pants, leaving him with nothing.

"You're such a fucking slut" Kwang says opening his legs, gettin in the middle of them to prevent him from closing it again "You thought I didn't smell that alpha on you Soobin? That I didn't knew you were with him a second before getting inside my car?" He puts one finger inside the omega, Soobin sobbing from crying now "You had no problem opening your legs for him, hm? So be a good little whore and keep them open for me"

When Soobin thinks he is finally gonna do it, Kwang smiles "Not yet doll... I wanna play with you a little more" And then he lights up his cigarret again, blowing twice before bringing it to Soobin's chest, burning him once, twice, three times, four, in the fifth Soobin thinks he is going to die. Then the alpha leans down and bites his ribs, enough to draw blood, moving up to punch him in the face twice "Let's see if that alpha is gonna want you all marked up like this" 

He has three fingers inside Soobin by now, the push dry, no slick, no lube, just his fingers. Then, without warning, Kwang penetretes him with his dick.

 And then suddently Soobin feels something coming out of him and wetting his ass, his eyes widen thinking that it was slick, he can't be getting wet. And he isn't.

"Oh, look at that, you're bleeding doll" The alpha says showing him his fingers filled with blood "I guess this really means you're not a virgen anymore Soobin, no one is gonna want you now. All marked up and a fucking slut" 

When Kwang takes his own dick out of his pants, Soobin hears noises on the outside, someone getting closer to the car. In a hurry, Kwang hides his dick in his pants again, unties Soobin and opens the door, throwing the omega outside with his ripped clothes. And just like that, he drives off. 

END OF WARNING

Soobin is curled on the cold pavement, skin bare and shaking, when a woman — the same one who must have made the noise earlier — rushes toward him with a gasp.

“Oh my God— sweetie, are you… of course you’re not okay.” Her words trip over themselves as she kneels beside him, slipping an arm under his to help him sit up. She shrugs off her long coat in the same motion, wrapping it around his shoulders with gentle, practiced hands. “Come here, come here. You’re freezing.”

She guides him to a nearby bench, murmuring reassurances he barely hears. His vision blurs, everything too bright, too loud, too wrong.

“I’m calling the police,” she says firmly, reaching for her phone.

“No.” The word scrapes out of him, barely sound, barely breath. “No police.”

She freezes, eyes scanning his trembling face. “Honey, you’re hurt. You need—”

“Can I just—” His voice breaks, and he swallows hard. “Can I just make a call?”

The woman hesitates, torn between instinct and compassion. Then she softens. “Are you sure? Really sure?”

“I’m sure.” He doesn’t look sure. He looks like he might shatter if she touches him again. But his eyes are pleading, desperate.

Slowly, she hands him her phone.

Soobin’s fingers shake as he takes it, blinking at the glowing screen. The time reads 21:47. He exhales shakily, clutching the device to his chest for a second as if grounding himself, and then his fingers start dialing — the only number he knows by heart. The only one he can think of.

The only person he wants.

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Yeonjun sat on the edge of his bed, his alpha father beside him. They weren’t talking; they didn’t need to. Just having his dad there was enough to keep him from falling apart completely. He had told him what happened with Soobin earlier that day — not in detail, but enough for the older man to refuse to leave his side.

The movie playing on the TV had long been forgotten. Yeonjun stared at the screen without seeing anything at all. His mind was stuck on one person — only one.

Soobin.

His phone rang once. He didn’t move.

It rang again, and something deep inside him — instinct, intuition, panic — snapped awake. His hand moved on its own.

He answered a number he didn’t know.

“Hyung...” The voice was broken, barely a whisper, barely human.

Yeonjun shot upright so fast the mattress groaned. His father immediately turned toward him.

“Soobin?” he breathed, dread curling around his ribs like a fist.

“Can you pick me up?” The omega’s voice trembled, shaking with something Yeonjun could feel through the phone.

He was already on his feet before he even replied, shoving his shoes on, bolting out of the room.

“Where are you? I’m on my way,” he said, breath picking up.

“I don’t know, I—” There was noise in the background. A woman’s voice. Then Soobin repeating her words, small and quiet. “Hyung...” he whimpered.

“I’m already coming, Binnie,” Yeonjun said, taking the stairs two at a time, grabbing his keys. “Are you safe?”

Soobin explained — haltingly — that a woman was with him. Helping him.

But he didn’t explain why.

And the fact that he didn’t was worse.

“You want me to stay on the phone until I get there?”

“Can’t, Hyung... it’s not my phone.”

“Okay. Don’t move. Please, Bin. I’m coming.”

He hung up and drove like a man possessed. The car hit 160 km/h; the engine screamed. He would get tickets. He didn’t care. He needed to get to Soobin. Needed to see him. Needed to breathe the same air just to make sure he was alive.

When he turned onto the dark, nearly empty avenue, he saw two silhouettes at the bus stop. Far away. Still shapes. But he knew.

He slammed the brakes, jumped out of the car — and Soobin stood up, stumbling, and threw himself into Yeonjun’s arms.

Yeonjun caught him immediately, arms wrapping tight around his waist and shoulders, pulling him in as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. Soobin wasn’t crying — he didn’t even seem capable of it — he was just shaking uncontrollably, fists clutching Yeonjun’s shirt like he was drowning.

“Bun,” Yeonjun whispered, gently pulling him back just enough to see him.

And then he saw.

The bruises. Deep purple blooming across his cheekbones, along the sides of his eyes. The split lip. The swelling. The smear of dried blood on his chin. His glassy, distant eyes. The way he trembled, like every breath hurt.

A wave of rage so violent shot through Yeonjun that it nearly made him dizzy — but the second he looked into Soobin’s eyes again, all that fury evaporated, swallowed by raw fear and heartbreak.

“Soobin...” he whispered. He lifted a hand, touching his cheek as if touching glass. The omega hissed from the pain.

Then Yeonjun noticed everything else.

Soobin was naked under the oversized coat. Not his coat. Clothes torn on the ground beside where he’d been sitting. A dark, unmistakeable blood stain on the bus stop bench.

The world went silent.

Yeonjun knew. Right then. Instantly.

He knew.

He pulled Soobin into his chest again, one hand cupping the back of his head protectively.

“Was it him?” he asked quietly, voice shaking against the boy’s hair. His heart hammered so hard he felt sick.

“...yeah.” Barely a breath.

The woman who had been beside Soobin stood up quickly. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said softly. “I tried calling the police or an ambulance, but he didn’t want me to.”

Yeonjun turned to her, eyes burning.

“My bus is coming soon — I have small kids at home — but he used my phone to call you. If he decides to report it and the police need anything, just call me.” She turned to Soobin with gentle, worried eyes. “And you should report him, dear. We can’t let alphas think they can do whatever they want to omegas.”

Then she faced Yeonjun. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Yeonjun said honestly. “Thank you for helping him.”

The bus arrived. She left.

Yeonjun looked back at the boy in his arms. “I need to take you to the hospital,” he said softly.

Soobin shook his head desperately.

“I have to, Bin. You’re hurt. If you don’t want to talk to the police right now, okay. But I have to take care of you. Please... let me.”

Something in the way he said it — scared, pleading — made Soobin finally nod.

Yeonjun opened the car door, but before stepping in, Soobin froze. He looked at the seat... then at Yeonjun... then down at himself.

“I’m... dirty,” he whispered. “I’ll get your car dirty.”

“I don’t care,” Yeonjun said immediately, strongly. “The only thing I care about is you.”

Soobin swallowed hard. Tried to climb in — and cried out softly when his leg failed him, pain shooting through his body. Blood stained his skin.

“Can I help you?” Yeonjun asked, voice barely audible.

Soobin nodded.

Yeonjun placed one hand on his waist, the other on his thigh, guiding him slowly into the seat. The omega whimpered, tears filling his eyes but not falling. Yeonjun buckled him in, shut the door, and rushed to the driver’s side.

The car ride was completely silent. Yeonjun kept glancing at him every few seconds. Soobin kept his eyes closed, twisting his fingers as if trying to hold himself together.

When they reached the hospital parking lot — the clock reading 10:30 p.m. — Yeonjun got out to help him.

The moment Soobin’s feet touched the ground, he lifted his eyes, hollow and exhausted, and whispered:

“Call the police.”

Yeonjun nodded once. No hesitation. No fear. Just certainty.

He held Soobin close with one arm, took his phone with the other, and dialed.

“...How can I help you?” the operator asked.

“Hi,” Yeonjun said, voice steady though his hands trembled. “My omega was raped.”

Then he led Soobin inside the hospital, holding him as tightly and gently as he could — as if shielding him from the entire world.

In seconds they’re ushered into a small examination room, bright with sterile white lights that make everything feel too sharp, too real. The doctor—a woman, an omega—stands waiting with gentle eyes and clinical precision.

“Good night. I’m Dr. Kim. You’re Soobin, right?” she asks softly. Her gaze flicks briefly to where Soobin is curled in Yeonjun’s arms as if she can feel the desperation in his grip. “And is this your alpha?” She gestures toward Yeonjun.

Soobin’s eyes widen, panic flickering, but he nods before doubt can reach him. His fingers fist even tighter in Yeonjun’s shirt.

“Yeonjun, right?” she asks. He nods. “Okay. I heard you already contacted the police—good job.”

Her voice stays calm, steady. “We’ll need to run a few tests and do a rape kit. Is that okay?”

Soobin swallows, jaw trembling. “Won’t that—will that hurt?” His voice cracks, muffled against Yeonjun’s chest. The alpha’s arms flex around him instinctively, protective and unyielding.

“It might,” she admits, “but we’ll be very careful.” She steps closer, her tone still gentle. “I’m going to ask Yeonjun-ssi to give us a moment—”

The words barely leave her mouth before Soobin’s entire body tenses. His hands clutch Yeonjun with sudden, desperate strength. His head shakes violently. A soft, terrified whimper escapes him.

Yeonjun’s arms tighten, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Soobin’s head. There is no universe where he lets go.

“This is very intimate, Soobin-ssi,” Dr. Kim warns quietly. “Are you sure you want your alpha to stay?”

Soobin nods hard, almost frantic.

She sighs, then looks at Yeonjun with a stronger, more professional edge. “Yeonjun-ssi... this will be heavy. Can you control yourself?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says through clenched teeth, but steady. She must see the sincerity, because she nods once.

“Alright. Soobin-ssi, you can lie down here. Your alpha can stay right beside you.”

Yeonjun helps Soobin onto the bed, supporting all his weight, keeping their hands laced tightly together. The moment Soobin’s body meets the sheets, he shivers.

“I’m going to take the coat off, okay?” Dr. Kim warns.

Soobin nods.

The coat slips away.

And Yeonjun’s breath stops.

He wasn’t ready.

He thought he was—but when the bruises, the burns, the deep bite mark, and the blood coating the inside of Soobin’s thighs come into view... it hits him like a punch. His stomach twists. For a moment he feels dizzy.

He forces himself not to look away, but his eyes burn. When they fall shut, he leans forward and presses a trembling kiss to Soobin’s forehead. A tear escapes him before he can stop it.

The exam is hell.

Soobin jerks at every touch, flinches violently at the cold instruments. He cries out—raw, loud, helpless—when she examines him internally. His hand crushes Yeonjun’s. Yeonjun cups his cheek with the other, whispering, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here,” over and over until his voice breaks.

When the kit is finally over, Dr. Kim gives him pain medication that softens his breathing, uncurls the tension in his shoulders. Yeonjun can feel Soobin relax millimeter by millimeter against him, and only then does he take his first real breath in minutes.

“You need to call my parents,” Soobin says once they’re alone. His voice is thin, exhausted.

Yeonjun nods and pulls out his phone. His thumb shakes as he dials Seokjin’s number. It’s 23:45.

“Hy-hyung…” His voice cracks. “Something happened. Can you and Joon-hyung come to the hospital?” A pause “Yeah, Soobin is here… I promise I won’t leave his side, hyung... Okay. We’re waiting.”

He ends the call right as a knock sounds on the door. Two police officers step in.

“Good night. You’re Soobin, right?” one asks gently.

Soobin nods, keeping close to Yeonjun’s side, his fingers still hooked in his sleeve.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he whispers. It’s not true, but it’s something.

The officer pulls out a chair. “Okay, Soobin-ssi. Is this your alpha?”

“Yes.” The answer comes instantly, without hesitation. It knocks into Yeonjun’s chest like a blow—soft, painful, overwhelming. He knows Soobin is traumatized, knows the claim is born of desperation and not clarity… but it still lodges deep in his ribs.

“Alright. Do you want him to stay for this?”

Another immediate nod. Yeonjun exhales, quietly relieved. He squeezes Soobin’s hand.

“Okay. We’re going to need your statement,” the officer says, placing a small recorder on the table. “Can you tell me what happened, from the start? This will record everything.”

Soobin swallows. His free hand curls into the hospital blanket. Yeonjun leans close enough that their shoulders press together, close enough that Soobin can feel his warmth, his presence, his promise not to move an inch.

And then Soobin begins.

"I.. hm, his name is Jung Kwang... we were on a date" Soobin starts slowly, clinging to Yeonjun's side, the alpha's arms around his waist, keeping him close and safe. Yeonjun could see he needed the comfort, burying his face on the alpha's neck.

"I'm sorry, isn't this one your alpha?" The officer asks looking between them. Yeonjun's arms tighten around Soobin's body, feeling the omega freeze with the question, his shoulder's more tense then ever.

"He is, it's... complicated" Soobin whispers. 

"Ok, I get it, relationships can be complicated" The cop says, trying to get the omega as comfortable as possible "Keep going".

"We went for dinner at Cezar's" The omega says and Yeonjun remembers it being a pasta place "And then he.. hm.. he said he needed to stop somewhere really fast, I said it was ok" He says fidgeting his own fingers, avoiding everyone's eyes "He bought something from some guys at a gas station and.. said some things I... not bad things, just, the way he said it". He seemed troubled, Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to get him the fuck out of there.

"What did he say?" The cop asks in a gentle voice, trying not to alarm the omega. Soobin looks up at the officer's quickly, looking back down and swallowing hard, back to fidget his own fingers "Do you know what he bought, if it was drogs or something?"

"The guys at the station, they were both alphas... they asked about me, Kwang said I was his... pretty doll" He says in a low voice, coming out almost like a gasp, a secret, something that shouldn't be said again. Yeonjun's alpha was hurting inside, but hearing Kwang called Soobin his, that has a sting to it "And, I don't really know what it was, but he was smoking something in the car later, i think he got it there"

"Ok, that's great, go on"

"Then he drove us to the avenue where... It happened" He says, his eyes looking up at Yeonjun, who looked at him, feeling his heart drum inside his own chest. The omega breaks the eye contact, looking back down "We got to the backseat, there was a monitor there, he put on a movie for us" He says low "In the middle of it, the movie started to get a little... to explict, they were naked, you know.. doing it"

It was fucked up, but Yeonjun couldn't help but notice how Soobin never seemed to let him go for a second, his hands staying on Yeonjun at all moments. Not that he would ever let the omega take them off to be honest.

"I turned to him to ask him to turn it off and... he kissed me" Yeonjun froze, just now noticing that he is about to hear what happened and how it happened "I asked him to wait but he didn't stop, he said... if I stayed quiet, it woule be better" his hands trembled slightly as he spoke, eyes unfocused, as if he was seeing it all over again "I started to fight it... he, hm.. he ripped my shirt" He said moving his hands across his chest "And... tied me up with it, using his own shirt to... shut me up"

Yeonjun couldn't breathe. He couldn't even form a thought, his mind was spariling as he heard the story, his heart was breaking over and over again. Not only for the guy his alpha decided it was his omega, but for his best friend. The boy he knew since birth, the boy he swore to protect. 

"Then he took my pants and... did it" He says low.

"What did he do honey?" The officer asks, sweet and carefully. He tries to approach the boy, but as soon as he steps ahead, both Yeonjun and Soobin growl at him, so he just sits back down, waiting.

"He hm... called me names and..." Soobin ran his hand in front of his face, cleaning his nose, showing he was uncomfortable "he put a finger inside me" He says painfully "I thought.. I thought he was going to do it but... he said not yet" The omega takes his hand's off Yeonjun and the alpha freezes, looking down to find the omega curled in himself "He lit the cigarret again and... burned me with it... then he bit me in my ribs and punched me" His head was still looking down as he hugged himself, but Yeonjun's arms never moved from the omega, not until he asks him to, and he hasn't "He put three finger's in and then he... he put it in... it started to bleed..." Yeonjun got ready to hear it "But then there was noise near and he just... he put his pants back on and threw me out of the car" 

"You said he called you names, I'm not gonna make you say it" The officer says and Yeonjun felt relief, he didn't want to hear anything that son of a bitch could have said to his omega, he didn't want Soobin to have to say it too "But did he say something important? motivation maybe? anything?"

Soobin seemed to freeze at that, and for what felt forever, he looked at Yeonjun, then back at the cop "He said... He said I shouldn't have a problem with it since..." He seemes extremelly uncomfortable, he was before, but at this moment Yeonjun could feel he was reaching his limit "Since I had already opened my legs for another alpha" He says low, but they all hear him.

Yeonjun's eyes widen, realizing what was said. Was he the reason this happened to Soobin?. The officer looked at him and then at the omega, understanding the situation "But your test said you were a virgen" He says "Can you tell us why he thought you had been with another alpha?"

"He hm... he smelled Yeonjun hyung on me" He says getting up from his seat and away from everyone, including Yeonjun "Can we stop? I don't... I said everything" He says looking at them, the officers and Yeonjun.

The cop gets uo from his chair as well "Sure, thank you for your help Soobin" He says walking towards the door "I'm sorry that happened to you, we're gona get the guy, ok?" Soobin nodds and both the cops get out of the room, leaving just the alpha and the omega.

Soobin stands by the window, shoulders curled inward, his silhouette trembling under the weak hospital lights. His back is rigid, as if holding him together is the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Yeonjun watches him for a moment, breathing through the knot of rage and fear tangled in his chest. Then he steps forward—slow, careful, as if approaching a wounded animal.

“Bun…” he whispers.

Soobin flinches, his spine tightening, and turns his head just enough for Yeonjun to see his eyes—lost, glassy, barely present.

“Can I hug you?” Yeonjun asks softly. He keeps his arms at his sides, forcing himself to stay grounded even though every cell in his body is begging him to hold Soobin.

The omega shakes his head once. “Dirty... I’m dirty,” he murmurs, hands raking over his own arms, scratching, scrubbing, as if he could erase his own skin.

Yeonjun reacts instantly, catching both wrists gently but firmly. “Hey—no, no, Bun. Stop. Please stop,” he whispers, bringing Soobin’s hands down and holding them still. “You’re not dirty. Not to me. Not ever.”

Something in Soobin’s face trembles—his lips, his lashes—and then he collapses forward, falling into Yeonjun’s chest as if his legs can’t hold him anymore. The alpha wraps around him immediately, instinctively, protectively. He pulls Soobin in like he’s something sacred.

“My bun…” Yeonjun breathes into his hair, voice breaking.

And just like that, Soobin shatters.

He cries—not the silent, controlled tears from before, not the cries of pain. These are raw, agonized sobs that come from somewhere deep, somewhere the assault tore open. His entire body shakes violently in Yeonjun’s arms, fingers clinging to the alpha’s shirt, knuckles white.

Yeonjun holds him like he’s made of glass. Every time Soobin’s breath stutters, the alpha’s grip tightens reflexively, as if trying to hold the pieces together with sheer will. His own eyes burn, his chest tightens painfully, but he forces his breaths to remain steady—for Soobin.

Inside, though, he’s burning alive.

Rage, guilt, grief—everything twists in his stomach like barbed wire. The image of Soobin bruised and bleeding flashes behind his eyelids again and again, and Yeonjun feels his hands shake against the omega’s back.

He should’ve protected him. He should’ve been there. He should’ve never pushed his feelings onto him earlier. It’s his fault—his scent, his confession, his kiss. If Soobin hadn’t smelled like him, would Kwang have—

Yeonjun squeezes his eyes shut. The thought makes him sick.

“I’m so, so sorry, Soobin,” he whispers into the boy’s hair. His voice cracks on the last word. Soobin tightens his hold around him, burying his face deeper in Yeonjun’s neck, as if trying to hide inside him.

And despite the hospital soaps and antiseptics, Yeonjun can still smell it—faint but there. Kwang's scent. It hits him like a blow to the chest, primal fury flashing so suddenly he nearly growls.

Without thinking, acting purely on instinct, Yeonjun presses his face into Soobin’s neck—desperate to replace that scent, desperate to give the omega something familiar and safe. A low, involuntary sound rumbles out of him.

Soobin stiffens. “Do I… do I smell like him?” he whispers, voice splintered, shame dripping from every syllable.

Yeonjun freezes. He wants to lie, to make the pain disappear, but he can’t. The silence stretches—heavy, painful. Soobin understands.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he whispers, voice trembling. His fingers clutch Yeonjun’s shirt desperately. “I should’ve stayed with you. If I had just stayed…”

Yeonjun pulls back sharply—not harsh, but enough to make Soobin look at him. He cups the omega’s face carefully, thumbs brushing the damp streaks on his cheeks.

“Do not apologize.” His voice is firmer than before, steady in a way he doesn’t feel inside. “Not for this. Not for anything. You hear me? None of this is your fault. Not one second of it.”

Soobin’s breath stutters, and he collapses back into Yeonjun’s chest, clinging to him with trembling arms. Yeonjun rests his chin on the top of Soobin’s head, taking slow, deliberate breaths so the omega can mirror them.

He wants to promise that everything will be okay. He wants to promise that he’ll fix it all, that he’ll never let anyone hurt Soobin again.

But he can’t promise what he doesn’t know.

So instead, he does the only thing he can — the most important thing he can.

He holds him.

He holds him like Soobin is the most fragile thing in the world.

He holds him like leaving isn’t even an option.

He holds him like he’ll break apart himself if he lets go.

And Soobin, exhausted and trembling, lets himself be held.

The door creaks open softly, and Yeonjun instinctively tightens his arms around Soobin. He turns just enough to see who entered.

Namjoon steps in first — tall, broad, his alpha scent muted but tense, controlled like someone holding back a storm. Right behind him comes Seokjin, eyes already glossy, lips pressed tight as if he’s trying not to cry before seeing his son.

The moment Seokjin spots Soobin in Yeonjun’s arms, something breaks. He walks forward quickly — not running, but close to it — one hand covering his mouth in horror.

“Oh, baby...” Seokjin breathes.

Soobin lifts his head just barely at the sound of his omega dad’s voice. His eyes widen, panic and shame hitting him instantly. “Appa...” he whispers, voice cracking.

Seokjin doesn’t wait for permission — he reaches for his son, cupping Soobin’s cheeks with trembling hands. “My sweet boy... look at you...” His voice fails, tears spilling before he can stop them.

Soobin’s lips tremble. “Appa, I’m... I’m sor—”

“No.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through, firm but gentle. He steps closer, kneeling in front of the bed so he’s eye-level with his son. “Absolutely not. You don’t apologize for surviving.”

Soobin’s mouth closes, eyes filling with tears again.

Yeonjun slowly loosens his arms, allowing Seokjin to pull Soobin closer — not away, but into a shared embrace. The omega dad sits on the edge of the bed, drawing Soobin against his chest, stroking his hair with soft, steady movements.

Namjoon places a giant, warm hand on the back of Soobin’s head. His touch is careful — feather-light for someone his size. “You’re safe now,” he murmurs, voice deep but controlled. “We’re here. We’re right here.”

Soobin trembles violently. “I... I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Seokjin’s breath catches. “You’re my son. I would walk through fire to get to you. There is nothing—not one thing—that could make me love you less.”

The omega finally breaks again, crying into Seokjin’s chest. Namjoon moves closer, wrapping both of them in his arms, forming a protective cocoon around their son. The dynamic is instinctive — Seokjin soothing, Namjoon shielding.

Yeonjun stands back, letting them have the space, but staying close enough that Soobin can still feel his presence. Namjoon notices, looks up at him, and gives a slow, heavy nod — gratitude, respect, and something like trust.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” Namjoon says quietly.

Yeonjun swallows hard. “I won’t leave him.”

Seokjin looks up too, red–rimmed eyes softening. “We know.”

Soobin, hearing their voices, reaches blindly behind him — searching. Yeonjun reacts instantly, stepping closer and taking the omega’s shaking hand. Soobin grips him hard, squeezing as if anchoring himself.

Namjoon notices the gesture. His expression shifts—sad, understanding. Seokjin’s eyes soften even further, recognizing the connection without a single word being spoken.

Soobin’s voice is small when he speaks again. “Can... can you stay? All of you?”

Namjoon presses a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Seokjin tightens his embrace. “You’re safe now, my baby.”

Yeonjun squeezes Soobin’s hand gently. “Right here, Bun.”

And for the first time since the assault, Soobin breathes without shaking.

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The room has gone quiet.

Soobin is finally asleep, curled on his side, breathing softly. Seokjin tucked the blanket around him like he used to when Soobin was a child, and Namjoon stayed with a steady hand resting on his son’s arm until his trembling ceased.

Now, they all sit around the hospital bed, the sterile smell of the room mixing with the faint scent of medicinal soap. The lights are dimmed, casting everything in a soft, warm glow. Soobin’s breathing is the only sound for a long moment.

Yeonjun sits in the chair right beside the bed — he hasn’t moved more than a few inches away since they arrived. His knee is bouncing, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the sleeping omega as if any second he might disappear.

Namjoon watches him quietly, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed — not intimidating, just observing. Seokjin sits on the opposite side of the bed, smoothing Soobin’s hair with delicate fingers.

It’s Seokjin who breaks the silence first.

“Yeonjun-ah,” he says gently, “you should rest a little.”

The boy shakes his head immediately. “I can’t. I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Seokjin says softly, looking at him with those knowing omega eyes. “Sit back. Breathe.”

Yeonjun tries — he really tries — but his breath shudders on the way out. He blinks fast, swallowing hard.

Namjoon uncrosses his arms, steps closer, and pulls a second chair beside Yeonjun’s. He sits heavily, elbows on his knees. “Why don’t you talk to us,” he says quietly, “before you explode in your own head.”

The invitation is gentle. And that’s what finally cracks Yeonjun.

His lips tremble.

His fingers curl around the edge of Soobin’s blanket, knuckles white.

“I...” His voice breaks before he gets the word out. “I don’t know where to start.”

Seokjin gives him an encouraging look. “Start anywhere.”

Yeonjun nods, trying to keep his breathing steady — but it doesn’t work. His face crumples, and he covers his eyes with one hand.

“It’s my fault,” he whispers.

Both parents react instantly.

“Yeonjun-ah—” Seokjin starts.

“No,” he insists, voice small and breaking. He drops his hand and looks at them with red, tortured eyes. “Please. Please just let me say it.”

Namjoon leans forward but stays quiet, giving the boy space.

“I pushed him,” Yeonjun says. “I kissed him. I told him how I felt. I showed up in his room like an idiot and confessed and—” His breath stutters. “—and he smelled like me. Kwang must’ve known. He must’ve—he must’ve—”

He chokes, burying his face in his hands again.

“He wore my scent,” Yeonjun whispers, voice breaking on the words. “Because of me. That bastard knew he had been with me. He knew. And he...”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Seokjin stands and kneels beside Yeonjun, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

Yeonjun does — reluctantly, trembling.

“This,” Seokjin says firmly but softly, “is not your fault. Not even a little.”

Yeonjun shakes his head violently. “But if I hadn’t—”

“If he hadn’t been born omega,” Namjoon says quietly, “someone like Kwang would’ve done this to another one. This wasn’t about you. Or about anything Soobin did.”

Yeonjun looks like he wants to argue — desperately — but Namjoon’s gaze pins him in place.

“Kwang hurt him because Kwang is violent,” the alpha father says. “Because he’s the kind of man who sees omegas as things.” His jaw ticks. “Don’t you ever blame yourself for a predator’s choices.”

Yeonjun’s lips tremble again. Tears spill silently down his cheeks.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he whispers. “I always promised I would protect him.”

Seokjin squeezes his shoulder. “And you did.”

Yeonjun looks up sharply. “How? I wasn’t there—”

“You got to him,” Seokjin says. “You picked up when he called. You found him. You held him together when he couldn’t stand on his own.”

Namjoon nods slowly. “And you called us. You called the police. You carried him to the hospital. You didn’t leave him — not for one second.”

Yeonjun looks back at the sleeping omega, his chest tightening with guilt and love so strong it hurts.

“I love him,” he whispers. “I’m— I’m in love with him. And I didn’t mean for him to get hurt because of that.”

Seokjin’s expression softens — deeply, painfully.

“Oh, Yeonjun,” he says, brushing the boy’s hair back like he’s still a child. “Loving someone isn’t what hurt him. You didn’t cause this. And he’s going to need you more than ever now.”

Namjoon’s voice is quiet but firm.

“You’re important to him. He asked for you. He leaned on you the moment he saw you. That tells me everything.”

Yeonjun bites his lip hard, trying not to sob. He fails — a choked, broken sound escapes him, and he bows his head.

Namjoon reaches out and places a steady hand on the back of Yeonjun’s neck — an alpha gesture of grounding, acceptance. The father of the boy he loves is comforting him, and it breaks something open in Yeonjun’s chest.

Seokjin stands and pulls him into a hug without hesitation.

Yeonjun collapses into it.

Really collapses — shoulders shaking, breathing sharp, tears falling freely as he clings to Seokjin like he’s the only thing keeping him together.

“It’s okay,” Seokjin murmurs into his hair. “Cry, Yeonjun-ah. Let it out. You don’t have to be strong right now.”

Namjoon rests a hand on his back, silent but steady — a presence that protects rather than dominates.

And in the bed beside them, Soobin sleeps peacefully for the first time all night, unaware that three people love him enough to break for him.

When Yeonjun finally pulls back, exhausted, eyes swollen, Namjoon meets his gaze with a soft but commanding tone.

“We’ll get him through this,” he says. “All of us. And you’re part of that ‘us.’”

Yeonjun nods slowly, breathing shakily.

Seokjin wipes his tears with gentle fingers. “Thank you for loving our son.”

Yeonjun’s voice cracks. “I always have.”

And neither parent doubts him — not for a second.

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CHAPTER 3

2 MONTHS LATER

It had been two months since Soobin’s attack.

Two months of therapy sessions that left him shaking and exhausted.

Two months of nightmares so vivid that he sometimes woke up screaming.

Two months of Yeonjun lying awake at night, the ceiling spinning above him while his mind replayed horrors he hadn’t even witnessed — imagining Soobin in pain, imagining the moment he wasn’t there.

Two months of the police chasing Jung Kwang through every city they could think of, but never close enough.

Two months since Yeonjun had last touched him. Since he'd last seen him.

After the police took Soobin’s statement that night, everything had happened fast — too fast.

Seokjin and Namjoon had arrived first, breathless, terrified. Seokjin had practically collapsed over Soobin’s bed the second he saw him, his hands trembling as he brushed the boy’s hair back, whispering, “My baby, my baby…” Namjoon stood like a wall behind them, strong on the outside, but his eyes were shattered glass.

They learned the truth in the hospital, and Namjoon did not leave his son’s room for a second after that.

Yeonjun understood.

He didn’t leave either.

Not even when Seokjin gently tried to push him toward the door, voice trembling, “Jun-ah, please... you need to rest too.”

But rest was something Yeonjun had forgotten how to do.

When Soobin was finally discharged, everyone thought the worst was over.

It wasn’t.

The moment they got home, the omega went straight to his room and locked the door behind him. No explanations, no words — just silence. A heavy, suffocating silence that wrapped around the entire house.

No one could go in. Not Namjoon, not Seokjin.

Not even Yeonjun.

Soobin only emerged to take food — barely eating, barely looking at anyone — and then he vanished back into the darkness of his room like a ghost.

Yeonjun begged him.

Every day.

He knocked until his knuckles split, until they were swollen and bleeding.

He whispered through the door until his voice was raw, “Bun, please... just let me see you. Just tell me you’re okay. Just— please.”

Nothing.

Not a single sound.

He didn’t go home that day.

Or the next.

He slept in the spare room at the Kim's house, waking up before sunrise just to sit by Soobin’s door again.

Four days passed like that, each one heavier than the last.

Then, on the fifth day, the lock clicked.

The door opened only a crack, but it was enough to steal the air from Yeonjun’s lungs.

Soobin stood there, thin, trembling, his cheeks marked with fading purple bruises. His eyes were glassy, red, exhausted — eyes that didn’t shine the way they used to. The omega looked like he had been surviving, not living.

Yeonjun stepped forward instinctively, arms opening before he could think — and the omega flinched.

Not a small flinch.

A violent one.

A terrified one.

Yeonjun froze.

Slowly lowered his arms.

And forced himself to breathe even though his chest felt like it was collapsing.

“Soobin...” he whispered, and that single word carried every ounce of love he felt.

The omega stared at him for a long moment, lips trembling, before finally speaking — voice so small Yeonjun had to lean in to hear it.

“I need time, hyung... I don’t want to see you. Or anyone. Please… can you respect that?”

The words sliced through him.

But Yeonjun nodded.

He could.

He would.

He would do anything Soobin needed, even if it meant breaking his own heart to give it to him.

That night, Yeonjun finally went home. And for the first time since the hospital, he didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after.

When days became a week, Yeonjun thought he was going to die.

He wanted to check on the omega so badly it physically hurt — a deep, twisting ache that lived under his ribs and never went away. But Soobin had made it clear: he didn’t want to see him.

So a week became two. And then a month. Soon it was two months.

And Yeonjun was barely surviving.

He stopped sleeping first.

The nightmares wouldn’t let him — every time he closed his eyes, he saw Soobin’s bruises, heard the crack in his voice when he flinched away from him, replayed the moment the omega said, “I don’t want to see you.”

On the rare occasions when exhaustion dragged him under, it lasted minutes — never hours — and he always woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like he’d just run for his life.

Eating came next. Food lost all taste. The thought of swallowing felt wrong, heavy, unnecessary. His dad begged him to eat; his father threatened to take him to the hospital; neither of them got more than a tight shake of his head.

His clothes began to hang off his frame. His face hollowed out. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes, deepening until he didn’t look like himself anymore — more a shadow wearing his shape.

He tried throwing himself into college, into training, into anything to keep his mind from collapsing under the weight of missing his omega, but even that didn’t help.

Every routine reminded him of Soobin.

Every street he walked reminded him of Soobin.Every breath he took felt like it belonged to someone else — someone lucky enough to still have him.

It wasn’t just him suffering, though.

Soobin wasn’t seeing their friends either.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, Kai — none of them had been allowed inside that locked room. The group chat was dead except for Beomgyu’s daily threats and Taehyun’s failed attempts at reasoning.

Beomgyu had threatened to burn down the house if Soobin didn’t talk to him.

He meant it, too — he had actually shown up at the front gate with lighter fluid before Namjoon carried him back to the street like a sack of potatoes.

Of course it didn’t work.

Soobin didn’t show up.

And Beomgyu didn’t burn the house.

But Yeonjun… Yeonjun was the one falling apart the most.

There were days he sat in his car parked three houses away from the Kim residence, engine off, staring at the faint light under Soobin’s bedroom window. Not daring to approach. Not daring to leave.

Sometimes he watched the silhouette move — a head, a shoulder, a trembling hand — and it took everything in him not to run in, break the door, hold him until they both stopped shaking.

Other days the silhouette never appeared... Those were the worst ones.

He avoided his own room because every object in it smelled faintly like Soobin — the hoodie he’d borrowed, the blanket they shared on movie nights, the pillow that still carried a hint of omega scent from months ago.

Sometimes he buried his face in that pillow just to breathe, but the scent was fading, weakening, slipping away.

Like Soobin was disappearing in front of him all over again.

His parents found him one morning sitting on the kitchen floor, staring at a cup of untouched tea that had gone cold hours ago, and they realized something terrifying:

He wasn’t grieving.

He was deteriorating.

And even then, even with all the pain eating him alive, all Yeonjun wanted — all he needed — was to know Soobin was okay.

Just alive.

Just breathing.

Just… still there.

“I miss him.” Kai said it out of nowhere, in the middle of class, his voice low but heavy enough to make the three boys freeze. College was already a pain — but without Soobin, it was ten times worse. The empty seat next to Taehyun felt like a wound none of them knew how to treat.

Kai missed him. Beomgyu wasn't talking about it, which showed that he was hurting a lot.

And Yeonjun… Yeonjun was barely breathing through it.

“How are you handling it?” Kai asked, turning in his seat to look at the alpha.

Yeonjun didn’t answer right away. His eyes were hollow, unfocused, staring at the notebook he hadn’t written a single word in since the semester started. Taehyun reached over quietly, threading gentle fingers through Yeonjun’s hair — a comfort gesture Soobin always did.

It almost broke him.

“I feel like part of me has died,” Yeonjun finally whispered, voice cracking.

Kai inhaled sharply; Beomgyu looked away. None of them knew what to do when the alpha talked like that — so small, so broken, so unlike the Yeonjun they knew. The happy, confident alpha they all used to be around.

Telling their friends what happened to Soobin hadn’t been easy.

Yeonjun hadn’t even been the one to tell them — Seokjin had done it, because Yeonjun couldn’t get the words out without shaking. But a week later, the entire college already knew. Whispers followed them down hallways; pitying eyes landed on them in lecture rooms; people lowered their voices when Yeonjun walked by, as if he were made of glass and grief.

And then there was the other part.

The part Yeonjun dreaded more than anything.

Telling them that he and Soobin were... something.

The words had sat like a stone in his throat when he finally forced them out during lunch one afternoon.

“I told him I loved him,” he said quietly "And he told me he needed time… before everything happened.”

Silence.

Then Taehyun hugged him so tight his ribs creaked. Beomgyu cursed under his breath and punched the table hard enough to make the plates jump. Kai’s eyes filled with tears he didn’t bother to hide.

But after that came the fear — the terror of saying the next part out loud.

“He only smelled like me because I— because I told him how I felt.” Yeonjun’s voice shook. “If I had told him before, maybe none of this would’ve happened. Maybe Kwang wouldn’t have—” His throat closed.

“Hyung.” Taehyun’s voice was soft but firm.

“Don’t do that,” Kai said, pushing his chair closer.

“You don’t get to blame yourself,” Beomgyu added, voice tight and unsteady.

They all told him it wasn’t his fault.

Every day.

A thousand times.

But his mind didn’t understand. His chest didn’t understand. His alpha didn’t understand.

Every instinct in him kept screaming the same thing:

I failed him.

I should’ve been there.

He was hurt because of me.

And nothing anyone said made the guilt loosen its claws around his heart.

Not when Kai hugged him. Not when Taehyun made him tea and stayed overnight when the nightmares got too bad.Not even when Beomgyu sat beside him quietly, shoulders touching, lending silent support he didn’t know how to express with words.

Yeonjun felt it every second of every day — a sharp, hollow pain locked under his ribs.

His omega was hurting. His omega was alone. And he couldn’t do anything.

Not even see him.

That was the part that killed him the most.

Yeonjun’s rut hit without warning—sudden, brutal, overwhelming. One minute he was lying on his bedroom floor staring at nothing, the next he was choking on his own breath, heat clawing up his spine, instinct exploding inside his chest.

“Soobin…” His voice cracked, barely human. “Binnie—please—”

Yoongi rushed to his side, dropping to his knees, hands hovering helplessly. Yeonjun wasn’t violent, he wasn’t dangerous—he was devastated. Completely undone.

“Hey, hey… I’m here,” Yoongi whispered softly. “Just breathe for me, son.”

But how could he breathe when every part of him screamed for the omega he hadn’t seen in two months? His rut didn’t want an omega. It wanted Soobin. Only Soobin. And the absence of him felt like tearing a wound open again and again.

His chest tightened painfully, breath short and burning. His nails dug into the floor. His forehead pressed to Yoongi’s shoulder and he sobbed until he was shaking.

The next day, one of his old hook-ups came by—someone who had helped him in other ruts, someone kind, someone who thought she was doing the right thing by showing up.

But the moment she stepped through the door, Yeonjun’s entire body recoiled.

Her scent, once neutral, now felt like bitter smoke invading his lungs. Wrong. Too sharp. Too loud.

She sat beside him on the bed with a concerned look. “You’re burning up… you need help.”

He nodded out of politeness, out of desperation, out of fear of being alone with his own body.

But the second her hand touched his arm—

He froze. Not in fear. In rejection.

His nerves lit up like they’d been doused in acid. Her touch didn’t feel comforting. It felt violating. Wrong in a way he couldn’t put into words. His skin crawled beneath her palm, his muscles stiffening.

He tried to focus on breathing. Tried to not overreact. Tried not to hurt her feelings.

But then she leaned closer, her hands slowly moving across his shoulders and chest, tentative, gentle, meaning well—

He breathed through it, hoping that it would be better. 

And then she put her mouth on his dick...

And his whole body screamed no.

It wasn’t just discomfort. It was pain. A deep, instinctive pain that sparked beneath his skin like electricity. His throat tightened, breath stuttering out. His pulse raced for all the wrong reasons. Panic, not desire, flooded his system.

He flinched violently before he could stop himself.

“I—I can’t,” he whispered, voice cracking as he pulled away, curling in on himself. “I’m sorry. I can’t... please don’t...”

Her eyes widened in shock, then embarrassment. “Oh—oh god, Yeonjun, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— I thought—” She shook her head and stood quickly. “I shouldn’t have come. I’m so sorry.”

She left the room fast, mortified. The door clicked shut.

And Yeonjun finally broke.

His whole body trembled as he pressed his forehead to his knees, arms wrapped around himself like he was holding the pieces in place.

He wanted comfort. He wanted touch. He wanted warmth.

But only one person’s.

And without Soobin, every other touch felt like being burned alive.

He whispered the omega’s name again and again, until his voice disappeared into the empty room.

“Soobin... please...”

He shouldn’t have been driving. His rut had ended barely an hour earlier, his body still trembling, his scent still unstable—but Yeonjun couldn’t stay in that house for another second. He grabbed his keys and bolted, ignoring Taehyung’s voice calling after him.

The world outside felt blurry and too sharp at the same time. Lights stabbed at his eyes. Every breath burned. But he kept walking until he found what his instincts led him to: a small tattoo parlor glowing red in the late afternoon haze.

“Can you tattoo this?” he asked the artist, voice hoarse, shoving his phone forward with shaking hands.

It was a picture of Soobin. Pure, soft, smiling Soobin. The artist blinked at him, confused. “His... eyes? You want just the eyes?”

“Yes,” Yeonjun said without hesitation. “Right here.” He pressed his palm against the left side of his ribs. “I want him here.”

He didn’t explain. He couldn’t. If he opened his mouth again, he’d fall apart.

The buzzing needle began, carving ink into sensitive skin, and Yeonjun gasped. Not from the sting—it wasn’t pain. Not compared to what he’d been carrying.

No.

This was relief. This was something sharp enough to drown out the ache in his chest.

Every line etched into him felt like a promise. A vow. A confession he couldn’t say out loud anymore.

Soobin’s eyes slowly appeared on his skin—quiet, gentle, painfully beautiful.

And Yeonjun’s tears fell silently, dripping onto the floor between his feet.

Not because it hurt. But because it was the closest he could get to holding him.

That had been a week ago.

And for seven days, Yeonjun touched the tattoo every morning like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He woke up shaking every night, chest tight, body cold, nightmares dragging him back to the moment Soobin said "I need time, Hyung".

And when he sat up gasping, drenched in sweat, his hand would fly to his ribs.

To the ink. To the shape of eyes that weren’t really there.

“Soobinnie...” he whispered into the dark, thumb tracing the curve of the tattoo. “I’m still here.”

Sometimes it helped. Sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes the touch made the pain sharper, because it reminded him that the real Soobin wasn’t pressed against him, wasn’t laughing in his arms, wasn’t looking at him with those soft, trusting eyes.

But every time he traced the ink, he remembered the moment the needle first touched his skin—the strange, twisted comfort of the sting, the grounding weight of having Soobin literally carved into him.

And for a moment, barely a breath, Yeonjun could pretend his omega wasn’t gone.

That he wasn’t choosing to heal alone. That he wasn’t shutting Yeonjun out.

The tattoo didn’t fix anything.

But it kept Yeonjun breathing. It kept him from disappearing completely.

And every night, curled on his side with a hand pressed to the inked eyes on his ribs, Yeonjun made the same silent promise:

I’ll wait. Even if it hurts.

Even if it kills me.

I’ll wait for you, Binnie.

Yeonjun was sprawled across his bed, guitar balanced on his stomach, fingers tracing lazy chords that didn’t form a real song. It was the first quiet afternoon he’d had in days. His ribs still ached from the healing tattoo, but at least the sting had softened.

His phone buzzed beside him.

He didn’t look at the screen at first — probably Beomgyu sending another meme. Or Taehyun asking if he’d eaten. Again.

But then he saw the caller ID.

Seokjin-hyung. 

Yeonjun sat up so fast the guitar nearly slid off the bed.

He swallowed hard and picked up “Hyung?”

Seokjin’s voice came through gentle but tired, like he’d been carrying worry all day. “Yeonjun-ah... hi, honey.”

The alpha straightened instinctively, throat suddenly dry. Seokjin almost never called him directly — that alone sent Yeonjun’s pulse racing.

“Is— is everything okay?” he asked. Stupid question. If everything was okay, Seokjin wouldn’t be calling him.

There was a soft sigh on the other end. “Listen… Soobin asked me to call you.”

Yeonjun froze.

His breath stopped in his lungs.

For a moment he forgot how to speak, or breathe, or exist.

Seokjin waited, then continued carefully, “He told me to ask if you could come over.”

Silence.

Dead, suffocating silence.

Seokjin blinked and pulled the phone away slightly, checking if the call had dropped. “Yeonjun-ah?”

Still nothing. Yeonjun’s mind was a white static roar. Soobin asked. Not permitted. Not allowed. Not tolerated.

Asked.

Just the thought made his stomach twist.

“Yeonjun?” Seokjin tried again, softer this time. “Are you there honey?”

His voice finally cracked out of him. “I’m here— I’m here, hyung. I just—”

What? What could he possibly say?

That he hadn’t heard Soobin’s voice in weeks? That he still woke up reaching for a boy who wasn’t beside him? That his ribs burned where the tattoo healed, as if Soobin’s eyes were staring up at him every night, asking Why did you let me go?

“I’m here,” Yeonjun repeated, barely above a whisper.

Seokjin hummed, warm and patient, but worried too. "He asked if you could come over.. today" A pause "If you can".

Yeonjun was already on his feet, grabbing his hoodie with trembling hands, guitar forgotten on the bed “I can. I- of course I can. I'm coming".

He didn’t remember hanging up. Didn’t remember locking the door. Didn’t remember half the drive.

All he knew was that minutes later he was standing outside the Kim family’s front door, fists clenched, heart pounding so loud he swore the whole neighborhood could hear.

He tried taking a breath. Then another.

But nothing steadied the trembling in his fingers.

Because Soobin — his Soobin — had asked for him.

And Yeonjun had no idea if he should hope…

…or be terrified.

Yeonjun stood frozen for a long moment, staring at the front door as if it might swallow him whole. The air was cold against his skin, but his palms were sweating. His chest rose and fell too quickly — his scent was a chaotic mess of nerves, guilt, longing, and something close to desperation.

Finally, with his heart pounding in his throat, he lifted his hand and rang the doorbell.

Once. Then again, softer.

He almost turned around when footsteps echoed on the other side.

The door opened slowly.

Namjoon appeared first, his tall frame filling the doorway. The sight of him made Yeonjun instinctively shrink a little. The older alpha didn’t look angry — just exhausted, deeply exhausted, with dark circles that revealed too many sleepless nights. Yet there was something steady about him, a quiet strength held together solely by his love for his son.

“Yeonjun,” Namjoon said. His voice was low, controlled, but carried a softness of genuine surprise, as if he hadn’t been sure the boy would actually come.

Yeonjun’s scent wavered — anxiety spiking sharply — and Namjoon, being an alpha, noticed immediately. His eyes softened.

Before Yeonjun could speak, Seokjin stepped into view behind his husband, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. His expression was gentler, but his eyes carried the same months-old worry.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Seokjin said quietly, tilting his head with a warmth only an omega could offer. “Come in... please.”

Yeonjun swallowed hard. He stepped inside.

The house smelled familiar — lavender, family meals, and something that always reminded him of Soobin — but now it felt heavier, thicker, dense with silence and pain. He felt like an intruder, like every step forward risked breaking something fragile.

Namjoon closed the door behind him.

The sound felt too loud in the quiet house.

Yeonjun clasped his trembling hands together “Thank you for… for calling me. I— I came as fast as I could.”

Seokjin placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. The touch made Yeonjun flinch softly — not from discomfort, but because it had been so long since anyone touched him with genuine kindness that it almost hurt.

“He’s in his room,” Seokjin said. “He was awake a little while ago... he might have fallen asleep again. But you can see him.”

Yeonjun lost his breath.

Soobin.

Just a few steps away.

After months… he was finally close to him again.

“But before you go,” Namjoon said, his voice calm in that grounding alpha way, “we want to make sure you’re okay... that you’re ready for this.”

Yeonjun lowered his gaze, his eyes stinging.

Ready? He had never been ready for anything involving Soobin.

Not to love him, not to lose him. Definitely not to see him after all this.

“I don’t know if I am,” he whispered, voice raw. “But I need to see him. Please... I need to.”

Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged one of those silent looks only long-time parents could share — a whole conversation passing between them with a simple glance.

Namjoon nodded.

“All right,” he said. “Just breathe a little before you go in. Your scent is all over the place. He... he’ll feel it.”

Shame burned in Yeonjun’s chest, but Seokjin quickly softened it.

“It’s okay, honey. You’re nervous. Anyone would be. Just try to calm yourself a little.”

Yeonjun inhaled deeply. Once. Twice. Three times.

But it did nothing — being this close to Soobin made everything inside him scream.

Still, he tried.

When he finally looked up, Seokjin gave him a small, warm smile.

“Come on. He’ll want to see you.”

Namjoon stepped aside, opening the way down the hallway.

And Yeonjun, with his heart hammering so violently it felt like it might crack his ribs, took his first step toward Soobin’s room.

He made his way toward Soobin’s room like a man walking into fire. Every step felt too loud, too heavy, too real. His hand trembled when he knocked—two soft taps, barely audible—and then silence. A breath held so tightly in his chest it hurt.

Footsteps sounded on the other side. Yeonjun’s knees nearly buckled.

Two months.

Two months since he had seen that face.

Two months since he had heard that voice.

Two months of fear and longing and guilt wrapped tight around his throat.

When the door finally opened, every single one of Yeonjun’s senses snapped out of place.

Soobin stood there.

Not smiling. Not crying. Not angry. Not relieved. Just... standing. Like a ghost wearing the shape of the boy Yeonjun loved.

“Come in, hyung.” His voice—quiet, steady, familiar—hit Yeonjun like a punch to the gut.

Yeonjun closed his eyes. He had to. The sound alone made his chest cave in. He’d dreamed of that voice. Begged for it. Broken for it. And now it was real again, breathing the same air as him.

When he opened his eyes, Soobin was still there, watching him with those wide brown eyes that held galaxies of things Yeonjun couldn’t yet read.

He walked inside on legs he barely felt. Passing by Soobin meant passing through his scent, and the moment it touched him, Yeonjun’s whole body shivered. His alpha stirred, clawing at his chest, desperate, relieved, starving. He forced himself to keep walking, to keep breathing.

He sat on the edge of the bed—the same bed he had sat on thousands of times before—and tried to remember how to exist without falling apart. The room looked exactly the same, but it felt different somehow. Dimmer. Quieter. Heavy with memories that hurt.

Behind him, the door clicked shut. Soobin leaned against it like he needed it to stay upright.

“Hi,” the omega said, voice small but steady, head tilted against the wooden frame, eyes fixed on Yeonjun with a strange mix of caution and vulnerability.

Yeonjun’s throat closed “Hi,” he answered, and the word came out cracked, thin, soaked in everything he’d been trying to hold back for months.

And that was all it took.

His body folded in on itself. He bent forward, elbows to his knees, hands covering his face as his chest caved under the weight of seeing Soobin again—alive, here, breathing.

He didn’t try to hide the tears. He couldn’t. He didn’t even think to. His shoulders trembled, the sob ripping out of him before he could stop it. He felt ridiculous and raw and exposed and yet… he couldn’t stop. His palms grew wet, his breath stuttered painfully, his lungs unable to catch air.

Relief. Fear. Guilt. Longing. Love.

Every emotion he had kept locked behind his ribs for sixty days came crashing down, all at once.

It hurt.

It hurt so much he could barely hear.

And still, somewhere between his sobs, one thought echoed louder than anything else:

He’s here. He’s real. He’s safe.

For the first time in months, Yeonjun allowed himself to break—because Soobin was finally close enough to see him fall apart.

After a few minutes he was able to calm down—at least enough to breathe without choking on the sobs. The room was silent except for his unsteady breaths and the occasional tremor running through his body.

“Hyung” Soobin’s voice cracked, soft and trembling. Yeonjun lifted his head and froze.

The omega was crying.

Not loud, not shaking like he was… but crying in that quiet, hollow way that hurt more. Silent tears slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the fabric of his shirt. His eyes were red, wide, glassy—like he had been holding everything in for too long and something inside finally snapped.

Yeonjun’s throat closed.

He stood slowly, not wanting to startle him, every movement careful—almost reverent. His legs felt weak, but he still opened his arms.

“Can I hug you?” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He almost didn’t recognize it; it sounded like a wounded animal begging for mercy.

He braced himself for the “no,” for the recoil, the flinch—the same flinch that had haunted him for two months.

But none of it came.

Instead, Soobin moved.

Fast.

His body collided against Yeonjun’s with a soft, desperate sound, arms locking tightly around the alpha’s torso as if afraid he’d disappear if he loosened his grip. Yeonjun staggered a step back with the force of it, breath catching sharply.

Then he held him.

God—he held him.

One arm wrapped around Soobin’s trembling back, the other sliding up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers sinking into soft hair. The omega melted into him, his body shaking, breath hitching against Yeonjun’s throat.

Soobin buried his face in the alpha’s neck, inhaling sharply—again, and again, and again—breathing him in like he needed the scent to stay alive. His nose dragged along Yeonjun’s scent gland, warm breaths ghosting over the skin.

Yeonjun shivered.

He felt every inhale like a spark beneath his skin.

The scenting was intimate—too intimate—and yet the alpha couldn’t bring himself to push him away. He’d been starved for this for so long he felt dizzy. Soobin’s tears soaked his neck, his collarbone. Yeonjun didn’t care; he wanted every bit of him.

“Missed you… missed you, Junie…” The omega whispered into his skin, voice muffled, raw, breaking on the syllables.

Yeonjun’s breath faltered. His eyes burned. The grip he had on Soobin’s nape tightened instinctively—not to restrain, but to hold, to feel, to keep him grounded.

And then Soobin’s tongue grazed lightly over his scent gland.

That’s when the alpha’s instincts snapped.

He pulled back—not far, just enough to stop the omega from continuing. Their foreheads touched, breaths mixing unevenly. Soobin whined in protest, fingers gripping Yeonjun’s shirt like he’d fall apart without contact.

“Soobin,” Yeonjun whispered, voice shaking “Bin… my Bin… Soobin…”

He repeated the name like a mantra, a prayer, each word trembling with everything he had held inside for sixty days.

Then the panic hit.

It didn’t warn him; it slammed into him like a wave. His chest tightened violently, breaths turning sharp and shallow. His hands numbed. His skin burned. The world narrowed until there was only Soobin—yet he felt impossibly far away at the same time.

His vision blurred.

His knees nearly buckled.

He dragged Soobin closer out of pure instinct, arms locking around his waist, clutching him like a lifeline. His forehead pressed into the omega’s shoulder as his lungs refused to expand properly.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t—

His heart raced so hard it felt like pain. Cold sweat prickled down his back, his fingers trembling violently against Soobin’s shirt. His breath came out in broken, choking sounds, and the room spun, walls bending inward.

Soobin didn’t push him away.

Instead, the omega tightened his hold, one hand sliding up to the alpha’s hair, the other anchoring at his back.

“Hyung... Yeonjun-hyung...” he whispered softly, voice cracked but steady enough to ground him.

He said his name again. And again.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—Yeonjun’s breathing found a rhythm. His shaking eased enough that he could lift his head. His eyes were glassy and wet, eyelashes clumped with tears, but he could finally see again.

He leaned forward until their foreheads touched, their noses brushing, breaths mingling in small, trembling exhales.

He let the omega hold him.

They stayed like that—pressed together, clinging, shaking—for minutes that felt like hours. No words. Just the aching relief of being in the same space, touching, breathing the same air.

“How are you feeling?” Soobin finally whispered.

The question hit like a knife.

Yeonjun gasped, chest tightening again—but this time from emotion, not panic. It wasn’t fair. Soobin was the one hurt—broken—traumatized. And yet here he was worrying about him.

It twisted something inside the alpha.

He pulled back, wiping his face hastily with the back of his hand. He sat on the bed, needing a second to steady himself. Soobin followed, sitting beside him—close, but not touching unless Yeonjun moved first.

They leaned back against the headboard, breaths still shaky.

So much between them.

So much unsaid.

And finally—after months—both of them were breathing the same air again.

"Two months Soobin" He whispered, hearing the omega taking in a deep breath. 

"I needed time" He said back. Yeonjun closed his eyes, resting his head on the wall behind him.

"I know that" He says "But you could've texted me, answered me, or at least let your dad tell me how you were" He says.

He didn't want to, but his pain was all in the open, he wanted Soobin to understand too.

"You asked your parents to not tell me how you were, you have any idea how fucked up that was?" Soobin opened his mouth to speak but Yeonjun wasn't done "You didn't want to see me? fine, i can handle that Soobin, I'm an adult. What I can't handle is you shutting me off completely". 

"I know you think there's any right for you to be upset, but there isn't, we're not a couple Yeonjun" The omega says and Yeonjun feels a hole on his heart from the pain those simple words caused him.

The alpha got up from the bed, looking at the omega "Not a couple?" He asked laughing "You think that is what this is all about Soobin?" He asks in disbelief "To hell with that Soobin, we may not be a couple, fine, but what about the fucking eighteen years we spent together?" He asks and sees the omega's eyes double in size "You were my best friend Soobin, all I wanted was to know that you were at least ok".

"I'm not" The omega screams in the room, getting on his knees on the bed "Is this what you want to hear? I'm not okay Yeonjun" The alpha stops talking, looking at him "You have no fucking idea what i went trough, I WAS ALONE" He says, tears streaming down his face.

Yeonjun moved closer to the bed, but not getting into it "You didn't had to be" He whispers, his voice coming out broken "I was right here Soobin" He is crying too. Then he sits on the bed, crossing his legs and looking at the omega. Soobin is looking at him, swallowing hard.

The omega rests against the headboard again and brings his knees to his head "I didn't want you to see me like that" He whispers broken. Yeonjun moves on the bed, getting closer to him, the omega looking at him. He moves his hands slowly, bringing them to Soobin's knees, and then they are both resting on the omega's legs. 

"Why?" He whispers "I would never do anything to you Soobin" He says starting to feel even more hurt that the omega was hiding himself from him "Don't you... don't you trust me?" He asks, voice faltering.

"That's not it Hyung, I trust more than anyone else" He says.

 Yeonjun asks small 'then why?' and Soobin taked a deep breath.

"You are my best friend Junie, but somewhere along the way, that changed, you know that" He says and Yeonjun nods, he did know that "Fuck, I can't believe I'm saying this... I need to say it and please, let me finish before saying anything ok?" He asks and the alpha agrees.

He looks at Yeonjun, the alpha doesn't move, just waiting.

"I was twelve when I realized I had a crush on you" He says and Yeonjun's eyes widen, his mind starting to spiral "Fifteen when I realized it wasn't a crush, I was straight up in love with you" He says, the alpha frozen in place "And then, by some fucking miracle, you wanted me" He smiled, but his eyes were filled with tears "And if you saw me like that hyung... I couldn't risk it, I just couldn't".

Yeonjun understood where he was coming from, even though he thought it was insane.

"It wasn't a miracle" He says low "Wanting you wasn't a miracle Soobin" He looks into the omega's eyes, his eyes were so pretty, even filled with tears "Wanting you is so, so easy, i did without even realizing it... you're so... pretty, and kind, and funny... you smell so good and, it used to drive me crazy, you used to drive me crazy Soobin"

"Used to?" He asks, eyes filled with hope, but at the same time, there was a glint of fear.

Yeonjun smiles at him "You still do Soobin"

His voice is so gentle as he says it smiling at the omega.

"But... so much has happened, I don't think this is the time for me to tell you again that I'm in love with you" He says and they both stay quiet, looking at each other before Yeonjun whispers "Even though I am" The omega looked at him eyes wide.

Yeonjun goes back to all those times people had teased them, and how he has thought about Soobin before... even before that kiss.

 "You think i haven't thought about it too Soobin? me, you, us? I did, the moment you presented, I did but..." And his voice died when he realized what he was going to say.

The omega looked at him, curious "But?" He asks.

"It doesn't matter" He says, he wouldn't say it out loud, he couldn't. 

Soobin asked him again, begged him to tell him. 

"You were into someone else and... I thought it was too late" He says after the omega buggs him.

"Someone else?" The omega asks. It takes a while for him to understand, but Yeonjun sees the moment he does, his eyes becoming even bigger "Kwang" He whispers and Yeonjun's alpha lose control, he growls, getting the omega to look at him.

"Do not say his name" The alpha says between his teeth and the omega lows his head, bringing him back to reality "Shit, shit Soobin, I'm so sorry, fuck, fuck" He says, apologizing over and over for growling at the omega.

In a minute he is apologizing and on the other he has the omega crawling to his lap, hugging him tightly. The alpha freezes before moving his own hands slowly, running his hands through the omega's waist.

They stood in silence for a while, just feeling each other.

"I'm sorry for shuting you out, I didn't meant to Junie" The omega says on his neck and he makes and aproval sound, he knows he didn't meant to hurt him. He was just so busy with his pain that he didn't think.

"It's okay, I'm here now" He says on the omega's neck "Please don't send me away again" He says, voice begging.

"I won't" The omega says, still on his lap, letting him hold him.

Yeonjun shuved his face deeper on the other's neck "I missed your scent" He says on his skin.

"I haven't felt it until this week" Soobin confesses "I have been wearing patches since it happened". 

Yeonjun takes his face off his neck, moving back until he can look at his eyes "Why?" He asks slow. The omega takes a deep breath, Yeonjun can smell his scent turning sour "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to".

"I want to, I think I need to" He says "I've been talking to my therapyst, she said that, if I wanted to move on, I had to talk about what happened" He says looking at the alpha's eyes "I told her about you and, she asked me if I felt safe with you" Yeonjun's heart was beating out of his chest "I told her it's when I feel the most safe" That's it, the alpha wanted to cry "I want to tell you everything but... do you want to hear me?"

Yeonjun's eyes widen at that "Of course Binnie, are you insane?" He asks and the omega giggles "I want all of it Soobin, the bad parts too" He says and the omega agrees, leaning down to rest his forehead on Yeonjun's shoulder.

"I couldn't bear my own scent" He confesses "Everytime, I would smell... him" His voice comes low "I know it wasn't there, I know his scent had gone away but, I just smelled him everytime I smelled a single trace of myself".

"When.. when did that change?" The alpha asks.

"When the bite desapeared" The omega whispers and Yeonjun tighten his arms around him "It's still there, the scar, it's always gonna be there... but the bite is gone" He says low, but Yeonjun can sense the relief on his voice.

"Good baby, that's good" Yeonjun says, the pet name coming out his mouth without he even realizing it "When.. when you locked yourself, wanna tell me about it?" He asks carefully. He wanted to know, if Soobin wanted to tell him.

"I spent three hours in the shower" He says low "I brushed myself a thousand of times and... it seemed like he was still on my skin".

Yeonjun hates knowing this, he hates it, but he needed to know, he needed to, to learn how to care for Soobin.. and the omega needed to speak.

"There was so much blood" His voice comes broken "It hurt everywhere but... not like... there" He says and the alpha freezes "He... he took my virginity and I... it wasn't supposed to be like that" Soobin says, his face hidden on the alpha's neck "It was supposed to be you" He whispers.

Yeonjun turns them.

He lays the omega on his back, towering over him.

"Is this okay?" He asks after getting into the position.

The omega nods and Yeonjun rests his forehead on his "I'm sorry that happened to you" He says, so raw and honest that the omega has to close his eyes "I know you wanted your first time to be special, you have been saying that since you were fourteen".

He moves away a little to look at the omega, brushing the bangs away from his face.

"And it's going to be Binnie... being it with me or someone else, it's going to be amazing" He says looking at him "That... that wasn't your first time. That alpha took something from you, you didn't give it to him, that wasn't your fault Soobin... and it wasn't your first time".

"You" Soobin says clinging onto him.

"What?" The alpha asks confused.

"Not anyone else" The omega opens his eyes "My first time, you said you or someone else... not anyone else hyung, you, only you".

 He says with so much conviction that it messes with the alpha's head. Yeonjun leans in, brushing his own nose against the omega.

"Me" He says low "I'll make it special for you someday" He promisses him... and himself.

"You still want me? After everything?" The omega asks, his voice showing the vulnerability of the question, the orbs filling with tears that don't fall. Yeonjun gives him a long kiss on the cheek, lips pressing into warm skin.

"I'll always want you Soobin" He says and he believes every word that comes out of his own mouth "There isn't a world where I don't want you baby" His eyes burning into the younger ones, filled with so much care "Do you want me?" He asks, his pulse fastening "Last time we talked about this..." He doesn't finish his sentence, Soobin knows what happened last time.

"I wanted you then too" The omega says "I was just scared, I thought... I thought you were just saying that because you were jealous" He confesses, his voice coming out small, almost embarrassed.

"I was jealous" He admits, there's no point in lying about it "I was really fucking jealous... but that doesn't mean it wasn't true" He says avoiding the other's eyes "The feeling were there Soobin, I just... I needed something to push me into confessing it".

"Then I guess Kwa-" He stops his own sentence when he hears the alpha above him make a noise from his chest in desapproval, he smirks at him "What, I can talk about him but I can't say his name?" He asks ironic.

"No, you can talk about what he did, not about him, never about him" The alpha says leaning to hide his face on the omega's neck, smelling him.

Soobin laughed, and it felt like music to Yeonjun's ears.

"As I was saying, at least all of it had a good thing... you told me how you felt" The omega says and the alpha smiles on his skin, if Soobin wanted to count that as a win, he wouldn't stop him.

They stood there together, in silence, feeling the wight of everything coming down on them.

"Hyung" Soobin calls an the alpha mumbles in affirmation, keeping his face on Soobin's neck "I do want you, but I... can we take it slow?" He asks small, Yeonjun wants to kiss him all over, he is just so fucking cute.

He takes his face off Soobin's neck, staring at the boy under him "We'll take it on your speed baby, I'm not in a hurry" He says honest "I'll do it right Soobin... I'll court you, take you out on dates, bring you gifts and flowers"

"That's.. that's for when you're meeting someone Hyung, we... we already know each other"

"We know each other like best friends Binnie" He says, bringing one hand to caress the omega's face "We don't know each other like this... like... potential mates" He says hesitantly, afraid that it might be too much for the other one.

"Potential mates... I like that" The boy says and Yeonjun smiles at him.

The alpha leans in and gives Soobin another kiss on the cheek, letting his lips linger for a little longer, wanting to feel his warmth. Then he moves in the bed, getting off Soobin and sitting down. On that movement, one of the omega's legs brush against his new tattoo, making him hiss.

"You're hurt? what's wrong?" Soobin asks sitting on his side, his hands already on the alpha. Before Yeonjun can say anything, he passes his hand on the alpha's new drawning and Yeonjun hisses again "Hyung? what is it?".

Yeonjun moves up from the bed, getting on his feet "It's nothing" He says but he knows the omega isn't buying it, rolling his eyes "I... got a tattoo" He says, watching as Soobin's eyes go twice their size.

"You got a tattoo?" He asks and Yeonjun nods "Can I see it?" Yeonjun swallows down hard.

"Promise me you're not gonna freak out?".

"Why would I freak out?" He asks confused but the alpha decides not to say anything "Ok, I promise".

Yeonjun takes off his jacked, placing it on Soobin's computer chair.

 He looks at the omega, who keeps eyeing him, waiting. 

Slowly he moves closer to the bed, stopping right on the edge of it, seeing Soobin sitting down on the middle of it. He lifts his own shirt little by little, watching as Soobin's eyes follow every new inch of skin, until his tattoo is visible. 

He hears more than sees the way the omega gasps in surprise. 

Soobin moves on the bed, Yeonjun watching him. 

He moves until he is sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches for the tattoo with one of his hands, tracing the drawning, his fingers moving on the black eyes inked on his skin, so soft it doesn't even ache.

"Does it hurt?" He asks low, looking up at the alpha.

"Not... not like this" He says and Soobin keeps on following the outline of the drawning.

"Is it... Is it me?" He asks hypnotized, like it was the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen.

"Yeah" The alpha admits, no point in denying it "Got it-" He gasps for air when Soobin reaches too low, his fingers on the waistband of his pants.

The omega realizes it too, moving away on the bed in a second as the alpha watches it. Yeonjun pulls his shirt back down, sitting on the edge of the bed, where the omega was before. 

He looks back at Soobin "Got it as soon as my rut ended" He says, moving pass the moment.

"Your hut... my dad told me you asked for clothes with my scent?" Soobin says low, almost shy. Yeonjun humms in agreement "I'm sorry I couldn't help much, I was still wearing patches" He says "I heard Yonna went to help you though" The omega tries to hide how much it bothered him, but the alpha knows too much.

"Yeah, she did" He says just to provoke.

It was a joke, it was supposed to be one.

"Didn't got very far though" He is quick in say it once he realized the omega's scent getting sour "In and out the door in less than a second" He says low.

Soobin moves on the bed, getting closer to him, looking curious.

"Why? She has helped you before" Close, Soobin is so close that Yeonjun has to control himself not to lean in and just.. kiss him. He missed Soobin's lips so fucking much.

"Yeah, before" The alpha says looking back and forth between Soobin's eyes and lips.

"Before?" The omega asks, voice showing that he is as affected as the older one.

"Yeah" He whispers "Before you" he says so devoted to the boy in front of him "Nothing is the same after you".

"How- how is it different?" He asks, stuttering on his sentence.

Yeonjun lifs his hand to the other's face, caressing his cheek "You know how" He says and Soobin's eyes shine, he wanted Yeonjun to tell him either way "No one else matter for me" He confesses.

"How far did she got?" The omega asks, his own eyes on Yeonjun's mouth.

"The second she touched me, I told her to go away" He says, the last thing he wanted on earth was to make Soobin uncomfortable, or insecure.

"She didn't kiss you?"

"No, no she didn't" Soobin is the first one to lean in, Yeonjun following suit. 

But as soon as their lips touch, the omega recoils, his eyes wide as he looks at the alpha, trying to move away from him.

"Hey, hey, breathe with me baby" Yeonjun says looking on his eyes. 

They keep breathing together until the omega is better.

"I'm sorry, just..." He tries but nothing comes out.

"To early?" The alpha asks.

"I don't know" Soobin says lost in thoughts.

"That's okay" He says but the omega isn't looking at him "Baby, that's okay" He smiles and Soobin smiles back.

They keep looking at each other with silly smiles dancing on their faces.

"I can't believe you made a tattoo for me" The omega says, smilling silly.

"I'd do a thousand of them for you" He flirts.

"Oh, do I get to know the flirty side of you now? everyone talks about it so much" He says ironic, but the alpha only smiles at him, he missed Soobin so much, in every way, in every detail, he didn't even mind being teased.

"You'll know every side of me now sweetheart" He flirts again and the omega grabs a pillow behind him and hits the alpha "Ouch baby, that hurt" He makes his drama, even though he knows the omega couldn't care less.

"Keep going and I'll show you what hurts".

"Is that a promise?" And another pillow was on his face as he laughed about how red the omega was.

They talked for a long time after that. Yeonjun filled him in on everything that had happened while he was gone—complaining about college, about the classes he was definitely failing, and dramatically ranting about HueningKai and Beomgyu exchanging heart-eyes in every room they entered while insisting they weren’t anything.

Then came the infamous bathroom story: opening a door at a party to find Taehyun sitting on the sink counter with Yunho standing between his legs.

Soobin had snorted. “Nice way to relapse with an ex.”

Yeonjun stayed until 11 p.m.—longer than he should have, less than he wanted. He wished he could sleep there, hold Soobin through the night, but he forced himself to leave with only a kiss to Soobin’s cheek. When he got home, he threw himself into his omega dad’s arms.

“Young people in love are disgusting,” Yoongi muttered, patting his back like he was burping a child.

The next day, Yeonjun returned to Soobin’s.

And the day after that.

And the next.

And one more.

And suddenly a week had passed.

Now they were in Soobin’s room again, waiting for the rest of the boys to arrive. Soobin had admitted—quietly, eyes downcast—that he missed them. He wanted them close. He also confessed he was nervous to see them again and wanted Yeonjun near.

Yeonjun hadn't let go of his hand since.

They were fooling around, Soobin leaning against the headboard while Yeonjun crawled to him like a predator with zero dignity.

“Don’t—Junie—!” Soobin squealed as Yeonjun tickled him.

They rolled on the bed, both laughing so loudly the walls shook. Soobin ended up straddling Yeonjun’s hips, pinning him down triumphantly.

Of course that was the exact moment the other three walked in.

Beomgyu made a noise—something between a gasp and a evil giggle—and Yeonjun swore he had never seen Soobin move so fast. The omega practically teleported back to his seat against the headboard.

Too late.

The devil had seen everything.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Beomgyu grinned as he strolled in. “But somebody invited us.” He launched himself onto the bed, conveniently next to Soobin. “And I missed my gorgeous omega.”

Yeonjun’s eyes sharpened like a cat’s.

“Cut it off, Beomgyu,” he warned, sliding right between them like a living wall.

“Relax, Alpha.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “I’m not stealing your man.”

Soobin choked on his own spit, went red.

Yeonjun didn’t even deny it

Then Taehyun, from the door, dropped The Question.

“Are you two dating?”

The room froze as if someone had hit a switch.

Yeonjun couldn’t help it—he laughed.

Taehyun, the man who didn’t care about anything romantic or dramatic, was demanding relationship status.

“Well, well, well,” Beomgyu said dramatically, “look who’s submitting to gossip culture.”

“I’m not,” Taehyun said. “But these two have been living a teen-drama slow burn since before Soobin-hyung disappeared, I need answers.”

Soobin attempted to speak, failed miserably, and looked at Yeonjun like he was tossing him the aux cord of life.

Yeonjun smiled, eyes soft.

“I’m courting him.”

The chaos that erupted could have woken ancient gods.

Soobin turned a shade of red that wasn’t humanly possible. Yeonjun kissed his forehead gently. The omega nearly melted.

Kai still stood frozen at the door, trembling like a baby deer.

“Kai-ah,” Yeonjun teased. “Go in. You won’t grow taller staring from the hallway.”

Kai’s eyes were glassy. Yeonjun knew the signs—Kai was seconds from crying.

“Hyung-ah…” Kai whispered. “Can—can I hug you?”

Soobin’s arms opened instantly “Come here, Kai-ah.”

The younger alpha launched forward, practically tackling him. He buried his face in Soobin’s neck like a kid reunited with his mom after being lost in a supermarket.

“I missed you, Kai,” Soobin said softly. “Missed all of you.”

Beomgyu squeezed his foot. Taehyun smiled.
For a moment, the room felt warm again.

Yeonjun just watched, heart full. Seeing Soobin with their boys—seeing him safe, surrounded, loved—was enough to make his chest ache.

But of course, Beomgyu couldn't let a tender moment live longer than five seconds.

“So…” he began innocently. “I heard something about a party bathroom. Yunho between someone’s legs—what was the omega’s name again? What was it…?”

Taehyun rolled his eyes.

Kai gasped.

Beomgyu smirked.

“Oh right,” Beomgyu snapped his fingers. “Kang Taehyun.”

Kai gasped like he had learned that Santa wasn’t real.

He pulled away from Soobin and crawled onto the bed next to Beomgyu “Actually—what the fuck, Taehyun? I thought you were over him!”

“Well,” Taehyun said calmly, “so did I. But have you seen him? He’s gorgeous. And hot. So hot.”

“Was he wearing the leather jacket?” Soobin asked casually. “He looks hot in that.”

Everyone turned.

But Yeonjun turned the fastest.

His scent spiked—spicy, sharp, territorial.

“Hey, get a grip, Alpha,” Beomgyu teased. “Taehyun’s not mad about it.”

Yeonjun blinked, scent neutralizing immediately.

Everyone ignored it.

Except Soobin.

Soobin felt everything.

The omega scooted closer, took Yeonjun’s hand, and placed it on his thigh. Deliberate. Intimate.

Yeonjun’s breath caught.

His smile softened.

He pressed a kiss to the side of Soobin’s head, and the omega’s smile was warm and proud.

“Anyway,” Taehyun continued, “yes—he was wearing the leather jacket. And nothing under it.” He looked offended by the memory. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Keep your pants up,” Yeonjun muttered.

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Beomgyu shot back instantly.

“YAH,” Soobin barked.

“Sorry, hyung,” Beomgyu winced. “But you do know he has a record before you.”

“I do not!” Yeonjun protested. “I’m literally the one who slept with the fewest people here—except Soobin!”

“That doesn’t mean you slept with few people,” Kai added helpfully. “It just means we’re all whores.”

“I slept with two people!” Yeonjun defended himself.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu grinned, “but you did it all over campus.”

Soobin’s scent soured immediately, and Beomgyu shut up so fast he might’ve bitten his own tongue.

“It’s going to take time to get used to the two of you,” he muttered.

But everyone noticed the way Yeonjun leaned in and pressed a kiss to Soobin’s jaw.

Everyone.

Taehyun’s eyebrows shot up.

Beomgyu grinned like the cat who found the cream.

Kai squealed quietly.

Soobin turned purple.

Yeonjun looked proud.

The rest of their day was filled with laugher and games. They played cards, computer games, games boards, everything. They talked and joked, did twister, danced, everything they could do together was done.

When the boys went home was around 20 pm. Yeonjun stayed, he wanted to say goodbye to Soobin on his own terms.

They were laying on the boy's bed, both on their sides, looking at each other, filled with joy for their day with the kids. Yeonjun closed his eyes, feeling Soobin's fingers running through his hair.

"Hyung" Came his low voice "You know I didn't mean it like that when I talked about Yunho right?" He asks and Yeonjun open's his eyes. 

He smiles at boy, reaching to grab his waist and pulling him closer until their noses are touching. Then he leans in to hide his face on the omega's neck.

"I know" He says against his skin "I don't ever want to control you Soobin, or tell you what you can and can't say, never" He says leaving a kiss on the other's neck, hearing the gasp leaving the omega's lips "I'm just not used to feeling like this, it's gonna take a while"

"Yeah, I get that" Soobin said turning his head to bare more of his neck to the alpha, who took it gladly, leaving kisses all over the palid skin, holding himself back from the need to suck and bite it.

"You do, hm?" He asks smirking on the skin "Something to do with the way you reacted to Beomgyu's comments?" He asks.

The omega 'tsk' with his mouth before making a whiny sound that went straight to to Yeonjun's dick.

"Beomgyu needs to learn when to shut up" He says, his voice coming broken as he squirms under the aplha.

"It's nothing you didn't knew before" The alpha says moving their positions, getting on top of the omega, hovering him, trapping him in bed.

 His face going back to his neck, letting his instincts talk, sucking on the skin lightly.

"Still, I don't need to hear about you fucking other people" The omega says, reliasing a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"And you won't, I'll never fuck anyone else again" He says taking the courage to lick Soobin's scent gland, having the omega moaning under him, his hands holding tightly to Yeonjun's shirt, keeping him close.

"Just me, hm?" He asks baring more of his neck.

"You, just you" Yeonjun says.

His hands roam on the other's waist, but as soon as he slides them under his shirt, the alpha feels Soobin tense up, stop corresponding to what he was doing. In a second he stop, he took his hands off Soobin's shirt and moved to look at his eyes.

"You okay?" He asks slow at the boy with wide eyes under him, Soobin just nods "You're pretty" He says kissing the tip of his nose "Was it too fast? I thought you were enjoying it".

"I did, I was" The omega says turning his head to the side "It's just... when you put your hand under my shirt, on my waist... the bite" He whispers and Yeonjun understands what he is talking about.

"Does it hurt?" He asks with care.

"No" The omega shakes his head "But I... It has a scar, I'm just... not ready for it to be touched" He says small and the alpha smiles, Soobin was so cute, even at this moment, he was so cute. 

"Okay love" He says to him "Thank you for telling me this" He kisses his cheek "The rest of it, did I do something that bothered you?" He asks using his hand to take Soobin's bangs from his face.

"No I... I liked the rest" He says small, shy.

"Bin" The alpha makes him look at him "You know it's okay to like it right? It's supposed to feel good" He says and Soobin nods, but Yeonjun knows there's something going on inside his mind "Does it bother you when I'm above you like this?".

"No, it... it makes me feel safe" He says shy and Yeonjun smiles, that's all he wants, for Soobin to feel safe "Earlier, Beomgyu joked... about them being 'whores'" he says low "Do you... do you think that's true?".

"I don't think there is such thing as being a whore baby... people are on the legal age and can do whatever the fuck they want" He says leaving a kiss on the omega's forehead "Why are you asking me about this?".

"I heard... there are some people that like being called that... in bed" He says and his face becomes twice more red then before "Do you... do you like that?" he asks turning his head sideways to avoid Yeonjun's eyes and the boy wants to devour him.

"I've done it like that, it wasn't bad" He says thinking about it "But I guess I don't mind doing it with or without those words" He is honest.

 He has called people that because they were into it, but himself, never had to do it to feel good.

 "Are you into it?" He asks seeing Soobin reaching an almost purple color.

"I think, maybe I would be into it before" He says swallowing down "But with what happened, I think it might... trigger something" He says and Yeonjun undertands it.

 Kwang probably said something like that to Soobin.

"That's okay too" He says kissing his cheek.

"And if I wanna try it someday?".

"Sign me in baby". 

He leaned down to kiss Soobin's nose. 

For some reason, they haven't kissed on mouth yet. 

Face and neck were allowed, Yeonjun had understood that, mouth wasn't. He was respecting his omega, even though there's nothing he wants more than to kiss Soobin.

"Hyung" He calls and Yeonjun murmurs a 'yeah' "Do you think I'm a slut?" He asks and the alpha freezes "For you know, kissing you and, other things, while I... had a date settled with him?".

Yeonjun looks hin in the eyes.

"No" He says secure, trying to get it through Soobin's mind "I think you're gorgeous, I think you're kind, and warm, and honest, and caring, and sincere, and self-spoken and well... you're hot".

He watches as the omega's ears get red again as he groans about something that makes Yeonjun laugh.

"Soobin" He holds his face and makes him look at him "I thank God everyday for the second you asked me to kiss you" He confesses "I'll always be greatfull for that... maybe I would've never realized how I felt, maybe I would search the whole word for someone when you're... everything i ever wanted".

"Hyung" He whines.

"Go out with me" He finally asks.

"What?" Soobin's eyes get wider. 

"Out, you and me, a date, I'm courting you Bin-ah" He says low, to get him to undertsand. 

And then Soobin smiles and Yeonjun loses all his air, Soobin and his fucking smile "Yeah, I'll go on a date with you".

Yeonjun had planned it all. He would pick Soobin at 19:00 sharp — no excuses, no delays.

He’d practiced what he was going to say, too many times if he was honest. The flowers were on the passenger seat, carefully separated: one bouquet of red roses for Seokjin, and the white roses—Soobin’s favorites—resting safely in their paper wrap. The chocolate was tucked into a small gift bag. Everything perfect.

And then, because he was Yeonjun, he ruined the symmetry of the universe by bleaching his hair at 3 a.m.

So now he was blond. Extremely blond.

The wind coming through the car window kept tugging at the strands brushing his nape, and for a moment, he caught his reflection and almost didn’t recognize himself.]

Well… too late now. At least it made him look good. Soobin-impressing good. Hopefully.

He parked in front of the house, took one deep breath, then another. Before he could knock, the door swung open like someone had been standing behind it waiting dramatically — which, knowing them, was probably the case.

Seokjin stood there smiling warmly, already reaching to usher him inside. Namjoon hovered behind him, arms crossed, face unreadable in the “terrifying dad way.”

“Here, this is for you, hyung.” Yeonjun offered the red roses.

Seokjin lit up instantly. “Oh honey, you didn’t have to!”

“I did,” Yeonjun said as if it were obvious. “I’m courting your son, hyung. It’s the least I could do.”

Namjoon simply pointed at the couch. “Sit.”

Yeonjun sat. Because only an idiot would challenge that tone.

Namjoon sat in the armchair like a judge preparing to announce sentencing. “So. You’re taking Soobin out.”

“Yes, hyung.” The answer came fast—too fast—but at least confident.

Namjoon sighed long and deep, rubbing his face. “Yeonjun-ah, you know I love you like a son.”

Yeonjun nodded.

“But given the situation, you understand why we’re worried.”

“I do. Ask me anything.”

Seokjin sat beside him, squeezing his knee gently. “How serious are you about this?”

“I’m very serious, hyung.”

Namjoon leaned forward. “Soobin has been through a lot.”

“I know.”

“We just want him happy. Safe,” Namjoon added, voice tinged with the kind of pain only worried parents carry.

Seokjin inhaled softly. “He isn’t going to give you a normal relationship experience, darling. Things with him... they will be hard.”

Yeonjun let out a shaky breath. “I know. You think I don’t know how hard it’s going to be?” His voice trembled, but his certainty didn’t. “I want it anyway. I—hyung... I’m in love with him.”

Both parents softened, just a little.

“But before that,” Yeonjun continued, “he was my best friend. For eighteen years. I want him safe, and I want him happy. I think I can be that for him. I want to be that for him.”

Namjoon nodded once, thoughtful. “And how does your alpha feel about this?”

Yeonjun swallowed. Hard.

“During my rut...it had been two months without talking to him. I was a mess. I used to spend my rut with someone, and she came by—” He paused as both parents’ eyebrows shot up. “The second she touched me, my alpha freaked out. He kept repeating: ‘not your omega.’ Over and over.”

The air grew still.

“That wasn’t me talking,” Yeonjun whispered. “That was him.”

He hesitated, then lifted his shirt just enough to tap his ribs.

“The moment it ended, I went to a tattoo parlor. I tattooed Soobin’s eyes here. That was... me talking.”

Their eyes widened in unison.

(He could almost hear his dads’ reactions again—one dramatic and horrified, the other laughing like it was the funniest mistake a teenager could make.)

“I guess this is my way of saying… we’re in it. Me and my alpha.”

Namjoon stood, then motioned for Yeonjun to do the same. When he did, Namjoon extended his hand—a formal gesture, a father’s final warning and blessing all in one.

Yeonjun took it.

“I’m trusting you,” Namjoon said. “Don’t fuck this up.”

“I won’t.”

Namjoon pulled him into a hug, firm and grounding. Yeonjun hugged him back instantly. This house always smelled like home—wood, warmth, and that soft sweetness Seokjin carried. He’d grown up here almost as much as his own house.

“The blond looks good, by the way,” Namjoon said as he stepped back.

Yeonjun brightened immediately. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon shrugged. “You look like trouble. Which... checks out.”

Before Yeonjun could respond, Namjoon turned toward the stairs. “Soobin-ah! Yeonjun is here!”

“If you were going to scream like a banshee,” Seokjin groaned, rolling his eyes, “I would’ve done it myself.”

Namjoon slipped his arms around Seokjin from behind. “I like when you complain.”

“You like when I threaten to divorce you,” Seokjin muttered.

“Semantics.”

Yeonjun snorted quietly. He couldn’t help it—those two made it impossible to stay nervous for long.

Yeonjun felt the omega’s scent bloom in the air before he even heard footsteps. It hit him like a warm wave—sweet, soft, painfully familiar. And when he finally lifted his eyes to the stairs, he forgot how to breathe.

Soobin was... breathtaking.

He appeared at the top step, and the world seemed to slow. 

The sneakers Yeonjun gave him on his last birthday, the ones he spent an entire afternoon picking out because they “looked like Soobin”—were laced on his feet.

The black jeans hugged his thighs in a way that made Yeonjun’s mind short-circuit, imagination spiraling places it shouldn't on the first date. The baby-blue crop top clung to him perfectly; it didn’t show his stomach, but Yeonjun knew one lifted arm would end him instantly.

And then the details—God, the details.

The thin choker glinting against his collarbone.

His black hair framing his soft, sharp face just the way Yeonjun loved.

Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes that had destroyed him and rebuilt him for eighteen years.

Soobin froze halfway down the stairs when he saw him—really saw him. His gaze dragged from Yeonjun’s boots all the way up to his newly dyed blond hair, widening just slightly.

“You’re blond.” His voice was small, almost awed, but he didn't move an inch.

Yeonjun’s lips parted, and he didn’t even try to hide the way the omega was affecting him. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed.

The blush that climbed up Soobin’s neck was instant. He smiled—soft and shy—and finally forced his legs to move, step by step, until he was standing right in front of Yeonjun. 

Close enough that the alpha could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell the faint sweetness of his shampoo mixed with the nervous flutter of his scent.

“Hi,” Yeonjun whispered.

Soobin giggled—not loudly, just a tiny sound that shattered every last piece of Yeonjun’s self-control. “Hi.”

He was in a trance, unable to move, unable to think, barely remembering how to use his hands. But instinct saved him. “Here,” he murmured, pulling the bouquet from behind his back—white roses, crisp and perfect, Soobin’s absolute favorites—and the box of chocolates he’d chosen with ridiculous care. “This is for you.”

Soobin’s smile softened into something tender. He took the items carefully, almost reverently, fingers brushing Yeonjun’s in a feather-light touch that sent a pulse straight down the alpha’s spine. “My favorites...” he whispered, lifting the roses to his nose. The sight alone nearly brought Yeonjun to his knees.

They stayed there, suspended in some quiet bubble, just staring. Soobin’s lashes lowered, his scent warmed, Yeonjun’s heart rattled violently in his ribcage—

—and then Seokjin cleared his throat softly, breaking the spell with the gentlest possible shove back into reality.

Yeonjun blinked, coming back to himself. He smiled, breathless, unable to look away from Soobin even then. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah,” Soobin nodded, hugging the bouquet to his chest. “Just a sec, I’ll put these in water.”

Yeonjun watched him walk away, watched the shirt shift against his back, watched the choker glimmer—and thanked every deity he remembered that he was still alive.

While Soobin was in the kitchen, he turned to his hyungs. Seokjin and Namjoon were both smiling at him—smiling in that bittersweet, parental, don’t-break-him way. Seokjin followed his son to help with the flowers, and Namjoon stayed, arms crossed but expression softened.

“Bring him back by eleven,” Namjoon said. His voice was stern but the worry beneath it was loud. It was 19:30. Plenty of time. Plenty to lose if he messed this up.

“Yes, Hyung.”

“And full,” Namjoon added. “Not a screech.”

“Yes, Hyung,” Yeonjun repeated, fighting a smile. Namjoon tried so hard to sound intimidating; it should’ve worked, but Yeonjun knew him too well. Knew his softness. Knew his fear.

Then Soobin returned—hair fixed, purse in hand, cheeks pink as he stood near the door, waiting for Yeonjun like he always had.

Yeonjun’s chest tightened painfully.

He turned back to Soobin’s dads and bowed his head slightly. “We’re going,” he said softly. “I’ll bring him back in one piece.”

Namjoon nodded. Seokjin waved.

And Soobin’s eyes found his.

And just like that, Yeonjun’s entire world moved with him toward that door.

He moves then, opening the door and keeping it open for the omega to pass by. 

The minute he does, the wind shifts just right, brushing past them, and Yeonjun catches it—Soobin’s scent, softened under layers of perfume but still undeniably him. It hits the alpha with the quiet, familiar weight of home. 

It also reminds him of the flowers he brought earlier, the ones Soobin cradled in surprise, their soft sweetness still clinging faintly to the omega’s clothes.

He walks him to the car, opening the passenger door like some awkward version of a gentleman—except it’s them, so it’s automatically slightly comic.

Soobin has been in this car a thousand times.

He sat there when Yeonjun first bought it. They’ve eaten drive-thru fries here, cried in this car, sang badly in it. Nothing about the setting is new. But everything Yeonjun feels right now is brand new, raw edges exposed, a strange mix of anticipation and terror.

He slides into the driver’s seat, glancing toward the omega. “You can manage the music,” he says, handing over his phone—Soobin’s face already registered as the password, of course.

“Thank you,” Soobin says quietly, taking the phone like it might explode. 

The weirdness hangs between them, not uncomfortable, but charged—neither knowing where to place their hands or eyes. The omega scrolls and lands on a playlist. “‘Kara’,” Yeonjun mutters, amused, “of course.”

The whole drive is silent, the tension warm rather than cold. Both of them hum along, their voices brushing the air between them but never touching. Every streetlight flicker feels like a held breath.

When Yeonjun parks, he pulls the handbrake and finally turns, shifting sideways in his seat. “Bin,” he says softly, just to draw the omega’s eyes back to him. “It’s just me. We’re still us.”

Soobin stares at him for a few seconds before a smile blooms. “You’re right. It’s you, it’s us.” His smile dips into thoughtfulness. “It’s just... different, isn’t it?”

Yeonjun reaches out, threading his fingers through Soobin’s. 

The moment their skin touches, Soobin stiffens—then exhales, the tension melting.

“The situation is different, sure,” Yeonjun says, thumb tracing soothing lines across the omega’s knuckles. “But not us. We’re still us.”

“Yeah... yeah, you’re right.” Soobin smiles again—brighter this time—before his eyes narrow. “On that note… why the fuck did you change your password?” he asks, motioning toward Yeonjun’s phone resting between his legs.

The alpha groans dramatically. “Because Beomgyu found it out. Again.” He rolls his eyes. “But your face is still in there.”

“And it should be,” Soobin replies instantly—sharp, possessive, absolutely not joking.

Yeonjun chokes on a surprised laugh. “Okay, okay, territorial much?”

Soobin shrugs. “I’m not sharing access to my alpha with Beomgyu.”

“Beomgyu just wanted my Spotify—”

“Doesn’t matter.”

"My alpha hm?" He teases the omega.

"I did not say that".

"Funny, I think you did"

"Shush it Yeonjun".

Yeonjun shakes his head, grinning as he gets out of the car. He circles around to open Soobin’s door, offering his hand. The omega takes it, stepping out—closer than necessary, chest brushing Yeonjun’s arm before he steps back.

“Let’s eat,” the alpha says, though his voice comes out lower than intended.

He wraps an arm around Soobin’s waist as they walk. 

The omega instantly goes pink, but Yeonjun notices the way he presses in, almost instinctively fitting himself to Yeonjun’s side. The flowers’ scent lingers again, mixing with Soobin’s natural one, making the alpha’s head swim.

At the restaurant door, the waiter greets them.

“Reservation for Choi Yeonjun.”

They’re led inside. Yeonjun specifically requested privacy—for Soobin, for them. Their table sits in a corner, the wooden table centered around a large, red, wraparound couch, the kind where you have to slide in. Only one opening for entry—and for the waiter.

Yeonjun gestures for Soobin to go in first. The omega slips onto the couch, settling into the velvety red cushion. Yeonjun follows, taking the seat right next to him instead of across. He knows you’re not supposed to sit by your date’s side on a first date—but this is Soobin. Sitting far from him feels physically impossible, his alpha clawing just beneath the surface.

And the moment he sits down, close enough that their knees brush, that familiar electric pull snaps taut between them again—warm, magnetic, inevitable.

The waiter gives them the menu, leaving soon after “It’s a nice restaurant Hyung” Soobin says on his side as he looks at the menu, trying to find something that gets his attention. 

The alpha smiles, looking at the omega.

“I’m glad you like it” He says honest “Only the best for you” He flirts.

 Seeing the omega blush at the same time as he groans and mumbles a ‘You’re pathetic’ under his breath, causing the alpha to laugh.

“And you’re still blushing baby, confess, you like it” He jokes.

“I like you” Soobin says and it catches Yeonjun off guard.

His eyes widening and his heart beating so fast as he smiles at the omega and feels all those butterflies people write songs about. 

He leans in and gives the omega a kiss on the cheek, seeing him blush even more. 

“I like you too baby” He whispers near the omega’s ears, seeing him shivering from it, the knowledge drawing a smile out of the alpha. Yeonjun brushes it off “so, what did you think about the blond?” He asks, changing the subject. 

“I don’t even know what to say first” The omega says, keeping his tone down, just like the alpha and the rest of the restaurant “I mean, I saw you yesterday and your hair was pretty much black” He says reaching his hand on the alpha’s hair “And now you’re blond” He whispers. 

“It was impulsive” The alpha says, playing with his own hair “But I think I like it” He says looking back at the omega.

In perfect timing to see Soobin looking at him, his eyes focused on the hair on Yeonjun’s hand.

“Baby?” he calls getting the boy’s attention back. 

Soobin blushes hard and looks down. 

“I like it too” He says low, his ears so red it was almost maroon. 

Soobin was cute, Yeonjun wanted to eat him.

 The omega mumbles something behind his breath, that the alpha doesn’t catch. 

“What?” He asks and Soobin mumbles again, whispering under his breath. Yeonjun holds his face to look at him “I can’t understand it love” He says low, staring at the omega “Can you tell me again?” He asks and Soobin nods. 

The omega looks at him slowly, almost hypnotized.

“I said you look hot” Soobin says in a small voice.

Yeonjun even wonders if maybe he imagined it, but well well, he didn’t. Soobin had said it and Yeonjun knew he meant it. The alpha smiled again, leaning in to give the omega a kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you baby" He says low "It's the first time you say this" He says, knowing that his face was getting red too.

He was definetly more straight foward than Soobin, and he knew the omega found him attractive, but hearing it was another thing.

"Why you getting red?" Soobin asks mocking him "You know I find you hot Yeonjun" The omega says, laughing when the alpha gets even more red "Yeonjun, do I need to remember you what happened between us?

"No, you don't, trust me, I remember it pretty well" He says back, causing the omega to get red this time and whisper a 'hyung' in embarrassement "You're the one who started it".

The alpha says and the omega hides his face on his shoulder.

"I know you think I'm hot.. it's just, it's nice to hear it sometimes" He says and the omega takes his head off his shoulder.

"Everyone says you're hot Hyung, all the time" The omega says low. 

They were so close now that he could map all the traces on Soobin's face. 

He wanted closer, he wanted more, he needed more.

"They're not you" He whispers and leans in, their noses touching and breaths mingling "Just to be sure you know... You're hot too, insanely hot Soobin" He says to the omega, moving his hand until it is on top of Soobin's thigh, seeing the boy closing his eyes.

"I'm pretty, that's what they say" The omega whispers back "But hot? No, that's not me. I'm the cute one".

Yeonjun wants to smack himself, how the hell did he not realize Soobin felt like this?.

"Look at me" He says low, watching as the younger opens his eyes "You are cute, sure".

His hand move up and down Soobin's thigh.

"But you're hot too".

He moves his head to the other's neck, breathing his scent beneath the perfume.

"You drive me crazy Soobin" He says licking the omega's neck and gripping his thigh stronger "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He asks licking his scent gland.

"Hyung" The omega moaned, his legs closing together automaticaly and causing Yeonjun to laugh on his neck. 

Soobin on the other side, feels the first sign of slick coming off of him and froze, his body realizing what was happening.

Yeonjun notices it too.

He notices the way the omega freezes first, causing him to take his face out of the other's neck. 

And then the fresh wave of scent catches to him, slick, he smells Soobin getting wet, and even though it was good for him, he knows the omega doesn't share the same thought.

Soobin looks him in the eyes and the alpha sees those pretty eyes filling with tears "Hey, it's okay" He whispers to the omega "We're not doing anything ok?" He asks seeing the other one nodding "I went too far, I'm sorry Binnie" He gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's... that's not it, its just... I'm scared of wanting Hyung" He confesses low, Yeonjun wants to eat him "I feel like.. sometimes I want it, you, so much... but I'm scared too, what happens if I don't like it? If I just can't be touched anymore? Or if we start and then suddently I freeze? I don't want it anymore?"

"Nothing happens" Yeonjun says "If you want to stop, we will stop, that's simple.. I don't care if we already started".

The alpha says holds his face. 

"And if you never want to be touched? That's fine too, we'll figure something out... but I... I don't think that what you want" He says low.

"I..." He swallows hard "I want you to touch me... just.. not yet" He says and Yeonjun smiles, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek, those were nicely accepted by the omega, those he liked a lot.

"Not yet" The alpha repeats in agreement. 

The waitress finally approached, and Yeonjun knew immediately she wasn’t the same employee who had greeted them.

This one had long hair, a too-confident smile, and a perfume so strong it tried—unsuccessfully—to cover the way her attention locked exclusively on him. 

She didn’t spare Soobin a single glance.

“How can I help you, sir?” she asked, her voice sweetened artificially, leaning forward just enough to make her intentions obvious.

Yeonjun didn’t look up from the menu. “Get his order first. I’m still deciding.”

Soobin inhaled to speak, ready to order—

But the woman cut him off with a laugh. “That’s okay, I can wait. Beautiful alphas like you are worth waiting for, I’m sure you can make it… worth it.”

That was the first moment Yeonjun actually looked at her. 

But before he could even form a response, he felt it—Soobin’s scent shifting, souring sharply.

Yeonjun’s hand immediately slid to Soobin’s thigh under the table, warm and firm, squeezing gently. I’m here. I’ve got you. It worked instantly; he felt the omega’s muscles loosen, just a little.

“The only person I make it worth for,” Yeonjun said, voice steady but edged, “is my boyfriend. And you’re making both of us uncomfortable.”

“Boyfriend?” she repeated, startled, finally turning toward the omega. Her expression soured before twisting into a mocking smirk. “Really? Handsome, come on... can this one even give you a good time?”

She leaned closer to Yeonjun, brushing her hair back, trying to present herself like some irresistible alternative.

Yeonjun didn’t blink. Didn’t look at her again.

“I don’t think that’s your business,” he said, the raw protectiveness in his voice unmistakable. “I’d appreciate it if you just took our order and left.”

The girl huffed but kept smiling. “As you wish, handsome.” She deliberately released her scent, sugary and cloying, clearly trying to reel him in. “So... what can I get you?”

Yeonjun ignored her completely, turning to Soobin. 

He pointed to the menu, voice softening in contrast to the tension. “What do you want, love?”

Soobin, still stiff, pointed to a dish. 

He didn’t trust his voice yet. Yeonjun placed the order for both of them, never once acknowledging the waitress again.

She wrote everything down, then dipped her head closer—far too close.

“Just so you know,” she whispered to Yeonjun, voice dripping with suggestion, “I’m not on the menu... but you can order me.” Her fingers grazed his arm lightly. “I love when an alpha takes charge.”

Soobin’s hand tightened on Yeonjun’s thigh with sudden force, nails digging—not painfully, but possessively. 

The sourness in his scent flickered dangerously.

Yeonjun’s jaw tensed. “Why don’t you go find someone who wants that?” he said, low and sharp. “Because it’s not me. And by the way? I’m calling your boss.”

That made her straighten immediately, her flirting faltering for the first time.

“Fine,” she said, annoyed. But she tried one last time, turning spiteful. “Call me when you realize he can’t give you what you really need. An alpha should have control over his omega and…” Her eyes flicked between them. “From what I see, you don’t have much.”

She placed a slip of paper on the table—her name scrawled on it, as if Yeonjun would ever need it.

“Call me. I’ll gladly let you control me,” she added, before sauntering away.

The moment the disastrous waitress finally disappeared, Soobin let out a breath he’d been holding. Yeonjun didn’t miss it. He shifted closer on the couch—because of course he couldn’t sit politely on his own side—and let their thighs touch under the table. 

Not brushing. Touching. Constantly.

“You okay?” Yeonjun whispered, leaning in until his shoulder pressed against Soobin’s.

“Yeah,” Soobin said, though his cheeks were still tinted pink. “I just... didn’t like her.”

“Oh, really?” Yeonjun smirked. “I couldn’t tell. Not at all. You barely crushed my leg and nearly peeled the leather off the seat.”

Soobin gasped, horrified. “I did not! I was being subtle!”

“You were vibrating like a phone on silent,” Yeonjun teased.

Soobin elbowed him—weakly. “Shut up.”

Yeonjun laughed, the sound warm and soft, and reached under the table again, curling his fingers around the omega’s knee this time, squeezing gently. The touch was grounding. Familiar. It made Soobin’s shoulders unclench.

“She’s just inconvenient, that’s okay” He says trying to smile, but Yeonjun knows him too well.

“She is inconvenient” The alpha says still looking at the other one “but that doesn’t mean you can’t be upset” He says holding the other’s face in one hand, caressing his cheeks. 

“What right do I have to be upset?” The omega asks and the alpha gets confused “You’re not my... we’re not...” He doesn’t finish but Yeonjun gets what he means. 

“You have every right to be upset” He says low, still caressing the other’s cheek “And we are together, even if it’s not official, we are”.

He looks at the omega’s eyes. 

“And I am yours Soobin, you can be possessive, you have that right” He says as if trying to get the omega to understand. 

“She is right though Hyung, there’s a lot I can’t give you” He says low.

His face showing his guilt, that enough broke Yeonjun’s heart. 

He knew what Soobin was talking about, he knew it wouldn’t be easy, he did not care.  

“That’s not true” Yeonjun says, leaning his face into the omega’s shoulder, resting there before coming back up to look him in the eyes “Don’t let someone else tell you what I need Soobin. I’m the only one who can tell you that” He says low. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry” He says looking at the alpha, before sighing “It’s just, it would be a lot easier if you were with her” He says, his head moving to show the paper on the top of the table with her number on it. 

“Easy for who?” The alpha asks, starting to get upset by what's being said too. 

His eyebrowns frowned, like they always did when he was upset with something, his scent souring too, even when he tried to stop it.

"Hyung, I didn't mean to upset you" The omega says looking at him.

Suddently, Yeonjun fells like the worst person on earth for even getting upset 

"I just... I keep thinking that I'm not enough for someone like you and... it terrifies me". 

"Someone like me?" He asks low, looking at the omega.

"You're just... you drawn people to you Junnie... you walk in the room and everyone looks at you, be it an alpha, omega or beta, they just... they all want you" Soobin says looking in front of him, not daring to stare at the alpha "And I feel like I don't deserve to be the one who has you".

"Soobin you're..." The alpha loses hie breath, almost didn't believing what the omega says.

 He holds Soobin's face and makes him look back at him.

"You can't be serious" He says staring at the beautiful eyes in front of him.

Looking for any trace of joke in them, realizing he was serious.

"Baby" He whispers, his voice showing how shocked he was, saddness evident "Have you ever looked in a mirror Soobin?" He asks serious.

"Hyung, I-" The omega tries to stop but the alpha holds a finger on his lips, signaling him to keep quiet.

"Let me finish" He says to the other, who nods with his head "Don't you remember how many times I had to get between you and other people because they were all over you?" He asks serious.

Soobin couldn't have forgotten how many times that had happened.

"Or how you literally got the football team's captain to serenate you for prom?" He says raising an eyebrow "A serenate Soobin! That guy hasn't sang in his whole life and then suddently he was on top of the cafeteria table singing for you" He says gesturing "You can't possibly think you don't draw attention" He says obvious.

"That's not the point Hyung. I know i draw attention, just... you're something else" He says.

"I don't think I am... but if you're right, I don't want to be, not if it makes you feel like this" He says low.

Feeling sad and guilty for his personality being the reason for the omega's insecurities. Soobin's eyebrows frowned, that's not what he meant it all.

"What? no, Hyung" The omega holds the alpha's hand "Fuck, that's not what I meant" He says looking at Yeonjun "You're... you're perfect Junnie, and I am so fucking in love with you" He says, trying his best to explain how he feels to the alpha "I just... Hyung... I guess he put a lot of things in my mind".

Yeonjun looks at him for a second, trying to find the best way to ask him what was said "You wanna tell me?" He asks, staring at the beautiful eyes of the boy by his side.

Soobin swallows hard "I.. you remember when we were, hm.. cuddling I guess" He says low, looking around to make sure no one else was hearing him. 

The alpha looks at him and murmurs 'which time baby?' and Soobin goes red.

"That time on my place, when you asked me on this date" He says and the alpha nods "I told you he... left a scar" Yeonjuns eyes are fixed on him, hearing every word "I didn't.. tell you everything".

Yeonjun realizes how hard it is for the omega to talk about that, not wanting to force him to. 

"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to love" He assures him, his hands caressing Soobin's between them.

"I want to" He says low, gulping "He.. hm, left other marks" His voice comes in a whisper. 

Now, that's news for Yeonjun, he had no idea about other marks.

"He told me... he was leaving marks to make sure no one else would want me... specially you" His eyes move back up to find Yeonjun's, who was absorving all that was being said "He left the bite, you know that... and the burning marks, and... I.. it still hurts" He says even lower.

"The marks?" The alpha asks to make sure, seeing the omega shaking his head "Then what love?".

"I... back there" He says, watching the alpha's confused eyes "Where he... raped me" He says and Yeonjun finally undertands "It's not a constant pain... but I have to, sometimes, clean up there to... take out some dry blood that was left" He says, very low "So yeah, he left... a lot of marks".

Yeonjun can't breathe, he tries to, but his longues feel tired, his head hurt and he just wanted to pull the omega closer.

Instead, he moves closer, cupping the omega's face on his hands, making him look at him.

"I'm so, so sorry that it happened to you" He says low, staring into the omega's eyes "If I could take all that pain from you, I would Bin, in a heart beat". 

The first tear fall from Soobin's eyes into Yeonjun's finger on his cheek.

"I can't. But I can assure you, I'm not going anywhere Soobin... And I want you, I don't care about marks, or anything else really, I care about you, and that's it".

"Promise me" Soobin whispers, tears falling like a waterdrop from his eyes.

"I do, I promise you".

He leaned in, brushing their noses.

"I'm gonna give you everything Soobin" He says low "From courting you, to dating you, to putting a mark on your neck, and one day, I'll be on my knees asking you to marry me" He says.

The omega's scent showing him that Soobin liked what he was hearing.

"I'm yours Soobin, I'll always be yours".

Soobin is the one who leans in first, their lips a breath away from touching when their food arrive, making them break away from each other.

The waitress seems happy to have interrupt their moment as she leans in when putting Yeonjun's plate in front of him, smirking and winking at him. 

The alpha ignores it, leaning in to kiss Soobin's cheek in reassurance, seeing the omega blush and smile. The waitress does not seem happy when she leaves their table.

Yeonjun grinned. “You’re cute when you’re hungry.”

Soobin blinked, playing offended. “I’m cute all the time.”

“True,” Yeonjun conceded without hesitation.

Soobin shielded his face with a hand, flustered and failing to hide it.

 “Stop. Don’t look at me like that while I’m trying to eat.”

“Like what?” Yeonjun slipped an arm behind Soobin on the backrest, pulling himself even closer. “Like you’re the best thing I’ve seen in my life?”

Soobin buried his burning face in both hands. “Yeonjun, I swear—this is a date, not a torture method.”

“Then stop making it so easy.”

“Stop being smooth!”

“Stop being cute.”

“Stop looking at me like that!”

“I can’t.”

Soobin choked on air. Yeonjun laughed quietly, rubbing the omega’s back in slow circles until he recovered.

They finally ate, though they kept drifting close, shoulders brushing, legs tangled under the table like neither of them was fully aware of it. 

Every few minutes, Yeonjun’s hand would wander—sliding to Soobin’s thigh, his waist, his knee—never too bold, but always deliberate.

At one point, Soobin stole a fry from Yeonjun’s plate.

“Hey!” Yeonjun narrowed his eyes dramatically. “That’s a violation of date rules.”

Soobin popped the fry into his mouth. “There are rules?”

“Yes. Number one: don’t steal my food.”

Soobin reached over and stole another fry without breaking eye contact. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Yeonjun leaned in, very close, lips nearly brushing Soobin’s ear. “Maybe I’ll take something from you too.”

Soobin froze—then kicked him lightly under the table, flustered beyond salvation. “Yeonjun!”

Yeonjun only laughed and sat back, smug. “Rule broken twice. Punishment later.”

“Oh my god,” Soobin muttered, covering his face again.

“Cute,” Yeonjun murmured.

And Soobin couldn’t even deny it anymore—he was smiling too hard to pretend otherwise

They were halfway through their meals when Soobin reached for his water, only to flinch when Yeonjun casually brushed his fingers along the omega’s wrist. Just enough contact to send a jolt up his arm.

Soobin narrowed his eyes. “Are you doing that on purpose?”

Yeonjun didn’t look up from his food. “Doing what?”

“That!” Soobin hissed, pulling his hand to his lap protectively. “The— the touching.”

“Touching?” Yeonjun finally looked up, completely innocent. 

Too innocent. 

“We’re sitting together. Of course there’s touching.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Unless you don’t like it.”

Soobin’s ears turned bright red. “I didn’t say that.”

“Hm.” Yeonjun smirked. “Then what exactly are you complaining about?”

Soobin stabbed a piece of chicken with unnecessary violence. “I’m not complaining.”

“You sure? You look like you’re about to fight me.”

“If anyone here deserves to be fought, it’s you.”

Yeonjun laughed, leaning closer until their shoulders pressed. “You’re cute when you’re aggressive.”

“I’m never aggressive.”

“You just assaulted the chicken.”

“It looked at me wrong.”

Yeonjun lost it, nearly choking on his drink, and Soobin looked far too pleased with himself.

The alpha reached out again, sliding a finger under Soobin’s chin and making the omega look at him. “There it is,” he murmured. “That little brat streak.”

Soobin froze. “I’m not a brat.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Yeonjun said, releasing him only to poke his cheek. “A soft brat.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Why? You’re cute when you get worked up.”

Soobin tried to glare, but the way the grin kept pulling at the corner of his mouth ruined the effect.

“Okay, fine,” the omega huffed. “If I’m a brat, what does that make you?”

Yeonjun arched a brow. “Dangerously patient.”

“Patient?” Soobin scoffed. “You? The man who dyed his hair at three in the morning just because he was bored?”

“That was artistic inspiration,” Yeonjun defended with all the seriousness of someone lying through his teeth.

“It was insomnia.”

“It was a vision.”

“You turned your bathroom into a crime scene.”

“And yet,” Yeonjun leaned in, lips brushing the rim of Soobin's cup as he stole a sip, “you still showed up for this date.”

“I almost didn’t.”

Yeonjun smirked. “Liar.”

Soobin’s breath caught—because he was lying, and Yeonjun knew him too well.

Trying to escape, he reached for a napkin. “Your hair looks good though.”

“So you like it?” Yeonjun asked, suddenly smug again.

Soobin hesitated for half a second too long, and Yeonjun grinned. 

“You really like it.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You don’t need to,” Yeonjun said, resting his hand on the back of Soobin’s neck, thumb tracing a warm line on his skin. “Your scent is telling on you.”

Soobin shoved him—gently, because he could never actually shove Yeonjun—but his cheeks were on fire.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

Soobin glared. “We are not having this conversation in public.”

Yeonjun leaned in, voice a low whisper. “Fine. I’ll save it for later.”

Soobin choked on air again. “Yeonjun!”

The alpha laughed, brushing his knee against Soobin’s under the table like he owned that space—and maybe he did.

When they’re done eating, Yeonjun is the one who quietly takes the check—no hesitation, no letting Soobin even think about arguing.

He stands up first and offers his hand to help the omega slide out of the corner booth. Soobin takes it, letting the alpha steady him by the waist as they move through the restaurant. 

Outside, Yeonjun’s palm settles instinctively on the small of his back, warm and sure, guiding him to the car like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He opens the passenger door and waits until Soobin is fully seated. That small gesture alone has the omega’s heart wild in his chest.

“There’s somewhere I want to show you,” Yeonjun says once he’s inside, buckled up, turned slightly toward the younger. His voice is soft but hopeful. “If you’re open to it.”

Soobin smiles, his cheeks still pink from earlier “Sure, Hyung.”

Truth was—he didn’t want the night to end at all.

The drive is easy but charged, both of them singing quietly to whatever Soobin puts on Yeonjun’s phone. 

Then the first chords of 'Ordinary fill the car. Yeonjun lets out a breathy laugh, his hand drifting to the omega’s thigh like it belongs there. Soobin hides behind the collar of Yeonjun’s jacket around his shoulders, smiling so hard his cheeks start to hurt.

They drive until the city slips away and the climb begins. Yeonjun parks at the top—an empty hill, quiet except for the wind. Grass, railing, darkness, the distant glow of Seoul spread beneath them like a galaxy.

Soobin steps out and walks straight to the railing, bracing his hands on it. The view steals the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t even hear Yeonjun approach—only feels warmth settle over him as a jacket is placed around his shoulders. 

He pulls it tight, instinctively curling into the alpha’s scent, heavy and familiar and grounding.

Yeonjun mirrors his stance beside him, forearms resting on the metal “At daylight, it’s crowded. Families, food stalls... couples everywhere,” he says, voice soft with memory. “But at night... it’s mine. No one comes here.”

“Well, you do,” Soobin murmurs.

“I found it when you weren’t talking to me" The admission cuts through the air like a blade—quiet, vulnerable.

Something ugly twists in Soobin’s stomach, heavy with guilt “I’m sorry I shut you out like that.”

Yeonjun turns toward him “Don’t apologize. Not anymore. We fixed it.”

He steps closer, brushing a knuckle along Soobin’s cheek before cupping it fully. The omega leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He turns just enough to press a small, trembling kiss against Yeonjun’s palm.

“I have you now,” Yeonjun whispers. “I’m not letting you go, Soobin.”

The alpha pulls back only long enough to reach into his pocket.

A velvet box appears in his hand.

Soobin freezes—breath caught, eyes wide.

“Hyung…”

Yeonjun opens the box. Inside lie two necklaces—one bright silver with delicate bunny ears, the other warm gold with a tiny fox. The metal catches the moonlight, glowing against the velvet.

Soobin’s eyes gloss instantly, tears gathering without permission.

“I know it’s early,” Yeonjun starts, voice small, almost nervous.

But the omega shakes his head hard, lips parted in disbelief.

“I got us necklaces.” Yeonjun swallows. “Bin, all of this... happened in the wrong order. But that doesn’t make it wrong.” He looks up—raw, trembling “I am so in love with you.”

Soobin’s eyes snap to his—emotion hitting like a wave.

“Soobin, I love you,” Yeonjun repeats, voice breaking.

“Hyung, I—”

“Let me finish,” Yeonjun pleads, blinking fast to stop the tears. “I love you as my best friend, as a person, as... my person. As an omega. And if you’ll let me, I want to love you as a boyfriend. Officially.” 

His voice drops to a whisper. 

“Baby, do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yes—fuck, yes.” 

The curse startles a laugh out of Yeonjun, wet and shaky.

“I love you too,” Soobin whispers.

The alpha breaks first, tears rolling freely down his cheeks as he gathers the omega in his arms.

Soobin steps into him instantly, hands threading through Yeonjun’s blond hair, letting himself be held—really held. Their scents mix, warm and sweet and sharp with happiness, blooming into the night air.

Yeonjun eventually pulls back, wiping his face with the heel of his hand and smiling like he’s seeing the sun for the first time. He holds the box again, lifting the gold fox necklace.

“The bunny one is for me,” he says softly, “and the fox one is for you.” He flips both pendants to show the back. “Our initials. CS + CY.”

Soobin’s lips tremble at the sight “Put it on me,” he whispers.

He turns around, lifting his hair. Yeonjun steps close—so close Soobin feels the outline of his chest against his back, the warmth, the steady breath. 

The alpha’s fingers brush the nape of his neck as he fastens the clasp, slow and careful, as if the necklace were something sacred.

And without even meaning to, Soobin shivers.

Yeonjun can't help but to lean in. He gets closer and brushes his nose on Soobin's nape, before moving to his neck, just smelling. 

However, the omega tilts his head, giving the alpha more space. 

He places his hands on Soobin's waist from behind, leaning in to bush a kiss on the omega's neck. He hears his breath hitch and sees the shivers that runs across Soobin's skin.

He leans away, letting the omega turn around on his arms. Soobin gestures for him to turn around and he does, letting the omega place the other necklace on his neck, turning around then to look at him again.

Soobin's hands come to his nape, forcing him closer, brushing their noses. 

His own hands rest on Soobin's waist. The omega tilts his head, angling it perfectly to dive in. 

Seconds before their lips touch, Yeonjun holds him "Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah" Soobin whispers and leans all the way in.

Soobin's lips touch his just right, and just for a moment, in a peck that lasts longer. 

He leans away too stare at the alpha's eyes and then leans right back in. 

This time, Soobin's mouth open, allowing Yeonjun to do more as the alpha bites his lower lip before sucking on it. It draws a moan out of the omega, that leans in again and kisses him for real.

Soobin's tongue asks for passage inside his mouth, what Yeonjun happily gives him. 

The minute his wet, warm tongue is inside Yeonjun's mouth, touching his own, licking each other's mouths, Yeonjun loses his sanity.

The alpha moves them, turning to the railing, leaning the omega against it. 

Soobin lets out a shaky breath, lips moving acording to Yeonjun's ones. The alpha's hands move on his waist, gripping it tighter, his left one moving to his hips.

Soobin's hand's are tangled around the alpha's hair, pulling on it, making a mess out of him, Yeonjun couldn't care less, he would happily be a mess if it was for this... for Soobin. 

The alpha's hands moved down, and down, and down, until they were cupping the omega's ass. 

The minute he gropes it, Soobin breaks the kiss, looking him in the eyes.

The alpha looks back at him, taking in the sigh of Soobin's red lips and obviously affected eyes "Is this okay?" He asks about his hands on his ass, to make sure he wasn't making the omega uncomfortable.

"It is" Soobin says, smilling at him "But, my alarm rang on my pocket, it's 22:30, you promised my parents to drop me off before eleven" He says and Yeonjun's eyes widen, shit, he had completely forgotten that, too lost on Soobin.

"Shit, you're righ, we have to go" He says and the omega nods. 

Yeonjun guides him to the car, opening his door and the moving to his own seat behind the wheel. 

He drives as Soobin keeps babling about something and how he loved the necklaces, causing the alpha to smile, his hands stuck on Soobin's thigh all the way.

He parks in front of the omega's place, getting out of the car and scorting him to the front door. 

They both stay there, looking at each other. 

The alpha smiles and moves closer to him, cupping his face on one hand as the other placed on Soobin's waist.

"I really liked this date" Yeonjun says low "And I love you" He says, watching as the omega smiles at him, saying a whispered 'I love you too Hyung'. 

The alpha leans in this time, looking between the omega's eyes and lips, asking for unspoken permission. Soobin nods and he leans in all the way.

He kisses Soobin slowly, lips melting against each other, completely different than it was on the railing. 

That had desperate, mouths missing each other for so long, their wolves taking over. This.. this was slower, filled with care, tenderness, affection, love.

Yeonjun moves away, smiling at him "Good night Binnie" He whispers leaning away.

"Good night Hyung" The omega whispers back. 

And then he is pulling Yeonjun closer again, kissing him faster, stronger, with desire. 

His hands move to Yeonjun's hair, pulling on it as the alpha's hands hold his waist tightly.

Soobin walks backwards on the porch until his own back is leaned against the house walls. 

One of his hands move from Yeonjun's hair to his shirt, pulling him closer, kissing him harder as he hears the alpha's moan on his mouth. He somehow kisses Yeonjun deeper, taking him whole, consuming him.

The alpha's hands move to his ass, groping it tightly, causing the omega to break their kiss to moan on his mouth. 

The alpha takes the opportunity to move to the omega's neck, leaving kisses and bites all over it. He bites on his scent glandy gently, carefull not to break skin and then sucks on it, causing Soobin's hips to buck fowards, making them both moan.

However, that seems to wake Soobin up as in a second he stops corresponding to the alpha's investiments. 

Yeonjun peels from his neck, looking him in the eyes "Are you okay?" He asks, resting his forehead against Soobin's.

"Yeah, just... too fast" He says and Yeonjun nods with his head, understanding it. The alpha leaves a kiss on Soobin's cheek, moving away from him to give some space for both of them to breathe.

"You shoud go in, it's freezing out here, and it's almost eleven" The alpha says and the omega nods. Yeonjun gets closer again, leaning in to give the omega a long peck on the lips "I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks and Soobin agrees, making him smile "Good night my love" He whispers to him.

"Good night Jun" He says opening the door and getting inside, smiling at the alpha from the door. 

Yeonjun smiles back at him and grestures for him to get fully inside. Once Soobin does, the alpha turns around to get inside his car, going back home with a filled and warm heart. 

A message comes on his phone the second he lays on his bed.

Bun:

Nigh Hyung. I love you. 
Also, I really liked our date, we should do that more.

He smiles, answering him:

We will baby, I'll take out a lot.
Sleep well Bun, I love you.

Yeonjun goes to sleep peacefull for the fist time in a while. His dreams filled with vanilla scent, low laughs and shaped like bunny faces.

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1 MONTH LATER

Yeonjun knocked on the door, hearing the whole house awake on the other side. 

Seokjin’s loud laugh echoed down the hallway while Namjoon grumbled about something he definitely wasn’t winning. Footsteps approached and the door opened—revealing his boyfriend.

Soobin looked unreal. 

Tailored pants held by a slim belt, a crisp white shirt tucked in, a black cardigan hugging his shoulders. He looked like the human version of a dream.

Yeonjun glanced down at himself: black jeans, white shirt, leather jacket.

Opposites. Total opposites.

And somehow… it made perfect sense.

The omega’s smile was immediate when he realized who it was, bright enough to punch the alpha right in the chest “Hi, Hyung,” Soobin breathed, stepping aside.

Yeonjun walked in, leaning to kiss the omega’s cheek—watching with amusement as Soobin flushed pink.

“Hey, love.” His hand found Soobin’s waist. “Ready to go?”

It was Soobin’s first day back at college after everything. 

Four months away. 

And now he’d walk into a campus full of people who knew what had happened... where his attacker had vanished.

Yeonjun didn’t say it out loud, but leaving Soobin there alone, even for a second, made his stomach twist.

“Let me grab my bag upstairs,” the omega said softly.

Once he was gone, Yeonjun greeted his parents.

“Good morning, Hyung,” he said to Seokjin, receiving an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.

Namjoon only shot him a narrowed, I’m-watching-you look. Even with the act, Yeonjun knew the man approved of him—mostly.

“So,” Seokjin started right when Soobin came back downstairs, “Namjoon and I are leaving tomorrow. We’ll be gone for a week, business trip.” He looked at the two young men. “We didn’t want Soobin home alone, so we thought—”

“YOU thought. I’m still against it,” Namjoon muttered.

One look from Seokjin and he went silent instantly.

“As I was saying,” Seokjin continued with a smile sweet enough to hide the threat he’d just delivered, “maybe it’d be a good idea for you to stay here, Yeonjun-ah.”

Yeonjun froze.

He… what?

Stay here? For a whole week?

And Namjoon was… allowing that?

“I— sure, Hyung.” He almost stumbled over the words.

Soobin reached him then, bag in hand “Hyung, we really have to go or we’ll be late.”

Yeonjun blinked, returning to reality “Right, love.”

Namjoon let out a dramatic snort, already done with the pet names.

Yeonjun took Soobin’s bag without asking for permission, said his goodbyes and walked him out to the car. He opened the door for him, placed the bag in the backseat, and got in.

“You don’t have to stay a whole week, Hyung,” Soobin said after the engine started. “My dad cornered you into that.”

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow “Cornered? Are you calling me helpless, Bin?”

His hand slid onto Soobin’s thigh, squeezing gently.

Soobin looked at him, scandalized “I didn’t say that!”

“But you thought it.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Oh, you definitely did. I heard it loud and clear.”

“Hyung, you’re impossible.”

Yeonjun laughed, weaving their fingers together “I want to stay, Bin. I want to be with you. And you’re never a burden.” He brought the omega’s hand to his lips. “Unless... are you uncomfortable with me staying?”

“That’s not it,” Soobin murmured. “You know I trust you. I just didn’t want to take you out of your routine.”

“You ARE part of my routine,” Yeonjun said softly. “Besides... I cook better than your dad. Admit it.”

Soobin snorted “Not in a million years. My dad is an amazing cook.”

“Amazing?” Yeonjun repeated, offended. “Your dad almost burned rice the first time I had dinner there as your boyfriend.”

“Because you kept staring at him like a lion waiting to pounce,” Soobin retorted. “You made him nervous!”

“Sure, because I’m sooo intimidating,” Yeonjun said, switching to his best Namjoon impression: "If you touch my son I’ll launch you into orbit.”

Soobin slapped his leg, laughing “That was actually pretty accurate.”

The teasing carried the whole ride, Soobin singing in a high pitch on purpose and Yeonjun matching him even worse until Soobin shouted:

“HYUNG, YOU’RE DOING THAT ON PURPOSE!”

Yeonjun only laughed, feeling at ease.

Everything went quiet once they reached the parking lot.

The stereo stopped.

Soobin’s laugh faded.

He stared down at the floor of the car, shoulders tense.

Yeonjun turned off the engine slowly.

Then he leaned forward, fingers gentle beneath Soobin’s chin, guiding his gaze up.

“It’s gonna be okay, right?” Soobin asks the moment their eyes meet.

The words come out small—so small that Yeonjun almost misses them—but the fear in Soobin’s scent hits him like a punch. 

Sharp. Nervous. Trembling. 

His hands are shaking slightly in his lap, and his shoulders are tense in that way Yeonjun knows too well. 

For a second, the alpha truly considers turning the engine back on, driving out of the parking lot, and taking Soobin home where he’s safe, where nothing can touch him.

Instead, he reaches out gently, cupping the omega’s cheek with his palm.

“I’m a call away,” Yeonjun says softly, thumb stroking beneath Soobin’s eye. “Bin… you call me.”

Soobin swallows, breath catching.

Yeonjun leans in, closer, until their foreheads almost touch—until he can feel the faint shake in Soobin’s breath with every exhale. He tilts Soobin’s chin up a little, wanting him to truly hear him.

“Listen to me,” he whispers. “Anything happens... anything at all... you call me. You don’t think. You don’t hesitate. You don’t worry about being a bother. You call me, okay?”

Soobin nods quickly, eyes glistening, lips pressing together like he’s trying not to crumble.

Yeonjun’s chest aches “I’m right here,” he murmurs. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

He brushes their noses together, a soft grounding gesture, trying to steady them both. Then he tilts his head and lets his lips meet Soobin’s—meant to be a gentle, calming kiss.

But the second Yeonjun starts to pull away, Soobin’s hand shoots up to the back of his neck, holding him there.

The omega pulls him back into a deeper kiss—not desperate, but pleading, searching... needing. 

His fingers curl in Yeonjun’s hair, tugging lightly at the strands near his nape as he breathes softly against the alpha’s mouth.

Yeonjun gasps when Soobin’s tongue meets his, surprise flooding him for half a heartbeat before instinct takes over. 

He kisses back just as deeply, one hand sliding to the omega’s waist, grounding him, steadying him. He squeezes his waist gently, thumb rubbing soothing circles as their mouths move together.

They break apart slowly, breath warm between them, Soobin’s hand still resting at the back of Yeonjun’s neck like he isn’t ready to let go—like letting go would mean stepping into that campus alone.

Yeonjun leans his forehead against Soobin’s, whispering,

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. And I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Yeonjun adjusts the strap of Soobin’s bag over his own shoulder as they walk down the hallway. 

He keeps one hand warm and steady on the omega’s waist, guiding him through the lingering looks and murmurs from students scattered around. 

Every stare puts a knot in Yeonjun’s stomach, but he keeps his expression calm—he won’t let Soobin see the way it burns inside him.

When they reach the classroom hallway, Yeonjun presses Soobin gently against the wall beside the classroom door, caging him with one arm. 

The omega blushes immediately, eyes soft as always.

“Have a nice first day, love,” Yeonjun murmurs, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“You too, Hyung,” Soobin answers, smiling so brightly Yeonjun feels himself melt a little.

Just as Yeonjun is about to kiss his other cheek, a voice erupts behind him:

“Lovely to see the two of you being smitten, but Soobin-hyung and I have class.”

Yeonjun doesn’t need to turn to know who it is. Only one person has a voice that smug at eight in the morning.

He sighs loudly. “Good morning to you too, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu walks up with a grin that could curdle milk. “Don’t give me that look—you know you love me.” He points at Yeonjun, then turns dramatically toward Soobin. “Hi, pretty boy.”

Soobin tries to stay serious, but a small laugh escapes before he clears his throat and pretends to be annoyed. 

“Gyu, not today,” he says, though the upward twitch of his lips gives him away.

Beomgyu smirks. 

“What? I’m just greeting my favorite hyung. You should see the way your boyfriend’s eye twitches every time I call you pretty.”

Yeonjun’s eye does, in fact, twitch. “Beomgyu, I swear—”

“Threats, threats, threats,” Beomgyu hums, waving a hand. “Violence isn’t the solution, Hyung. Therapy is.”

Soobin snorts, covering his own mouth while pretending he didn’t. “You two are unbelievable.”

But he’s smiling—fond, warm, secretly entertained.

“See you at lunch, Junie?” Soobin asks, stepping toward him.

“You can bet on that.” Yeonjun pulls him into a quick peck, earning a very dramatic gagging sound from Beomgyu.

Soobin laughs, pushes Beomgyu lightly as he passes, and disappears into the classroom.

As soon as the door closes, the hallway gets quieter. Yeonjun stays there, staring at the door a second too long.

Beomgyu steps forward, dropping the teasing expression for something more grounded. 

He studies Yeonjun’s face with an attentiveness that goes deeper than his jokes.

“Aren’t you going in?” Yeonjun asks, finally turning toward him.

Beomgyu looks him up and down, then reaches out suddenly—grabbing Yeonjun’s hand. The gesture startles him.

“I’ve got him, Hyung,” Beomgyu says, voice steady in a way that is rare for him. He gives Yeonjun’s hand a small squeeze, grounding. “Really. I’ve got him.”

Yeonjun swallows hard. He hadn’t realized how tight his chest was until that moment.

“I know... I just—” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “I hate leaving him here alone.”

“He’s not alone,” Beomgyu says, softer now. “I’ll be with him. Every class, every break. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

Yeonjun closes his eyes briefly, the tension easing from his shoulders. 

Beomgyu has always been the chaotic one, the little menace—but when it comes to the people he loves, he’s a fortress.

“Thank you, Gyu,” Yeonjun says quietly, raw and sincere.

Beomgyu shrugs with exaggerated nonchalance, stepping toward the classroom door. 

“If you tell anyone I was nice to you, I’ll deny it.”

Yeonjun lets out a breathy laugh. “Right. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“Exactly,” Beomgyu says, smirking again. “Now go. Before you hover at the door and embarrass him.”

Yeonjun scoffs, but leaves with a lighter heart.

The classes passed in a blur, and all Yeonjun could think about was his boyfriend. His phone buzzed on the desk a few times, but no messages yet — probably a good sign, though the wait made his chest tighten.

Ten minutes before Soobin’s class ended, Yeonjun leaned against the classroom doorframe, eyes fixed on the hallway. When the students began to spill out, his gaze hunted for the omega.

And then he saw him. Soobin, laughing softly with Beomgyu by his side. Yeonjun’s chest swelled. He moved closer, heart hammering, until Soobin spotted him. 

The omega’s face lit up, and he crossed the remaining steps, throwing his arms around Yeonjun’s neck. The alpha’s hands slid to Soobin’s waist, pulling him impossibly close.

“Hi, baby. How was class?” Yeonjun asked, his voice low, heart soaring at the feel of Soobin pressed against him.

“Boring as hell, but it’s nice to be back,” the omega murmured, hiding his smile in Yeonjun’s chest.

“It’s nice to have you back,” Yeonjun replied, brushing a strand of hair from Soobin’s face, making the omega blush.

“As much as I’d love to keep staring at you two lovebirds, Taehyun and Kai are waiting for us at the cafeteria,” Beomgyu interjected with his trademark smirk. Yeonjun groaned audibly.

“One day, I’m gonna get you, Choi Beomgyu,” Yeonjun muttered through gritted teeth, tightening his hold on Soobin’s waist.

“You love me too much for that,” Beomgyu teased, throwing an arm around Yeonjun’s shoulder as they walked. 

Soobin giggled, leaning into Yeonjun’s side.

"They're staring" Soobin whispers.

“Of course they’re staring,” Yeonjun murmured, lips brushing Soobin’s ear "You're that pretty, people need to look at you".

That's not why they are staring" Beomgyu says and opens an evil grin "Do you have any idea how many years we’ve all waited for you two to finally get together?”

“I’m hiding,” Soobin muttered, pressing closer against Yeonjun. His hands found the alpha’s, fingers entwining as they walked.

“It’s like watching Law & Order, Hyung,” Beomgyu said, still smirking. “You know they’re gonna get together, but 25 seasons in, and not even a kiss!”

“Do not compare us to Olivia and Elliot,” Soobin snapped, rolling his eyes but laughing anyway. “Those two are just... very, very dumb.”

Yeonjun chuckled, squeezing Soobin’s hand. 

They entered the cafeteria, still bickering about Law & Order, making their way to the table where Taehyun and Kai were waiting.

“Kai, tell Soobin-Hyung that he and Yeonjun-Hyung were a huge slow burn, please,” Beomgyu said, practically vibrating with excitement.

“It was painfully slow,” Kai said, glancing at Yeonjun. Taehyun leaned back in his chair, snickering at the alpha.

“Funny you two say this,” Taehyun chimed in, and Yeonjun burst into laughter, pulling Soobin closer under the table. The omega’s face warmed at the familiar closeness.

Beomgyu whispered, grinning at Kai, “You know you love me, right?” Kai rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.

“Maybe,” he murmured, the corners of his lips twitching.

Yeonjun tugged Soobin’s hand gently, giving him a playful squeeze. “Focus, baby. I’ve got you.”

The lunch continued, with conversations bouncing from Law & Order references to playful teasing between Beomgyu and Kai. Soobin occasionally peeked up at Yeonjun, rolling his eyes at the antics but unable to hide his smile. Yeonjun pressed small kisses to the side of Soobin’s head, whispering jokes and nicknames, making the omega blush and giggle.

As they ate, the cafeteria grew busier, but Yeonjun couldn’t take his eyes off Soobin. He brushed his thumb along the omega’s hand under the table, eliciting a small shiver.

"Darling" Now, that voice he did knew, and pretty well. He turns around in time to see Wooyoung and Yunho walking towards their table. He smiles without realizing it, he missed Wooyoung so much. He gets up from the table, opening his arms, letting the omega throw himself on him.

"Hi Woo" He says inside the hug "How was America?" He asks, going back to sitting down, giving space for Wooyound and Yunho to do the same. The omega sits by his side and Yunho on his side, across Taehyun.

"Exhausting, Sannie needs to come back, I can't keep going to that place" He says sighing. Only then he takes notice of Soobin by Yeonjun's side "It's good to see you Soobin-ah" He says to the other omega, smiling.

Soobin smiles back, he liked Wooyoung, maybe not how close he was to his boyfriend, but he knew their relationship was pure friendship "It's good to see you too Hyung" He says looking at the other one "How is San?" He asks.

Of course all the table had noticed how Taehyun and Yunho didn't let a word out, both of them taking small glances at each other, however, talking about it didn't seemed like a good choice.

"He is doing fine, can you believe he got even bigger? his back is huge" He says and only then Yeonjun sees something he hasn't before. He quickly reaches for Wooyoung's sweater, pulling his colar down to get a better look.

"You guys mated?" He asks in disbelief, getting the attention from everyone in the table. Wooyoung just smiles back at him.

"Yeah, finally" He says reaching his own neck, where the bite stood. Yeonjun puts his arms around the omega's shoulder, pulling him in a hug.

"Congratulations Darling" He says, trully happy for his friend.

"Hi," came a voice from behind him. Yeonjun froze mid-hug with Wooyoung, his body stiffening instantly.

He turned slowly. There stood Yonna, hair perfectly in place, outfit neat and composed, a stark contrast to the disheveled, impulsive version he remembered from his rut. Her eyes locked on him, sharp yet curious.

"Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment, Jun-oppa?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Yeonjun opened his mouth to answer but felt a firm hand on his thigh. Not subtle—his boyfriend’s hand, gripping lightly, a clear warning.

"Yeah... yeah, go ahead," he said, keeping his voice steady, his eyes darting to Soobin without looking away from Yonna. "If you want to talk, it’s fine here."

Yonna frowned slightly, tilting her head. "Hmm... in private?"

The hand on his thigh squeezed just a bit, and Yeonjun swallowed hard. "It’s okay. You can say it here," he replied. His jaw tightened slightly, the protective instinct flaring.

"Okay," she said, lowering her voice. "It’s about... your rut."

Yeonjun’s chest tightened. He could feel the tension radiating from Soobin beside him, the subtle sourness in the omega’s scent that made him suddenly hyper-aware of every word.

"I just wanted to know... what happened, I guess," Yonna said, confusion lacing her tone.

Taehyun, ever the savior of awkward moments, jumped in to distract the others with a loud comment about something trivial across the cafeteria. 

Yeonjun could feel the shift—the chatter and laughter pulled away the ears of everyone but them. Yet he knew Soobin was listening, hand resting tensely on the edge of his thigh.

"I... I just..." Yeonjun exhaled, the weight of memory pressing down. "My wolf... didn’t like it."

Yonna blinked, as if that should have explained it all. "Well, he’s liked it before," she said softly, almost teasingly.

Yeonjun immediately smelled the change in Soobin’s scent, the subtle sourness, and his chest tightened further. His boyfriend was tense beside him, hand pressing slightly harder into his thigh in silent, possessive warning.

"We’ve done that before... hell, we’ve done a lot more, Oppa," Yonna said, running one hand through her hair, leaning in slightly.

"I... I have someone, Yonna," he said quietly, voice low and steady, catching the exact moment she registered it. "That’s why my wolf rejected it."

"Me... rejected me?" Her tone faltered, but Yeonjun shook his head internally, knowing truth was better than lying. "Where was this person when you were home, in pain, by yourself?" she asked, her words deliberate, precise, making sure every syllable hit.

Yeonjun felt the shift before he even looked down—Soobin’s hand had moved from the thigh to clasping his own hand over it. He glanced at his boyfriend; the omega’s eyes flashed with a mix of protectiveness and restrained jealousy.

"It doesn’t matter," Yeonjun said, sighing, trying to balance firmness with calm. "I’m sorry about how it happened, Yonna, but I can’t pretend it didn’t."

"So... this means we’re not hooking up anymore?" Her voice carried that same arrogant edge, but now with uncertainty.

Yeonjun’s chest tightened, seeing Soobin’s shoulders stiffen beside him. He put a thumb over Soobin’s hand, a small gesture of reassurance, grounding both of them. "We haven’t been hooking up for almost five months, Yonna."

"And yet... I was there to help with your rut," she said, a hint of defiance returning.

Yeonjun’s lips pressed into a thin line, irritation flaring. "Didn’t do much helping," he shot back instantly, then winced, softening. "Sorry... shouldn’t have said that."

"Yeah... I’m sorry too," she said, eyes flicking between Yeonjun and the visible possessiveness radiating from Soobin. She straightened, tossing her hair, voice dropping lower. "Do us both a favor. Call me once you realize the mistake you’re making."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, the click of her heels sharp against the floor, echoing until she disappeared into the crowd.

Yeonjun exhaled, finally letting go of Soobin’s hand. The omega stayed close, leaning slightly into him, brushing a shoulder against his. "Hyung," Soobin murmured, voice low, half teasing, half protective. "That was...".

Yeonjun chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Soobin’s ear, nose brushing the top of his head. "You don’t need to worry. She’s nothing to me...only you," he whispered. The warmth in Soobin’s chest eased slightly, and the tension lingered but softened, replaced by the quiet intimacy of holding each other amid the chaos of the cafeteria.

But Yeonjun knew that was not the end of it.

They all keep talking until lunch is over, he tries to ignore the way Soobin isn't even looking at him, but he also knows he won't be able to, knowing that Soobin was upset was enough to get him freaking out.

He is walking his boyfriend back to class when Soobin shoves him into a supply closet. He gasp surprised as he looks back, seeing Soobin locking the door behind himself and leans on it, closing his eyes. Neither of them having the trouble to turn the light on. 

The alpha walks closer to the omega, placing one hand on his waist and other on the door behind him "Bin?" He calls, the little light beeing just enough for him to see Soobin's face, nothing else. 

The omega opens his eyes, looking at him.

"Didn't like that" Soobin says, pouting. Even in moments like this, Yeonjun just couldn't help but think about how cute his boyfriend is.

"I know baby, I'm sorry" Yeonjun says leaning to give a kiss on the other's cheek "That's the last thing you needed today, sorry sweetheart" he brushes his nose on the other's cheek, leaving another kiss on it.

Soobin's hands come to his chest, resting there "She isn't wrong though" He whispers. 

Yeonjun takes his head off the other's cheek and looks at him, trying to understand what he was refering to.

"About?" He asks, face showing his confusion. 

"She was there.. I wasn't" He says low. 

The alpha looks at him, taking a moment to understand what the hell was Soobin talking about, and then it hit him. 

He pulled away slightly, separating their bodies.

"Don't do that" He says low, hands still on their places, looking into his eyes "Do not compare yourself... don't do this to yourself or to me Soobin" He says slowly "We've talked about this, comparison isn't going to help".

"I know, I know we've talked about this" Soobin says, gesturing in disappointment and anguish with himself "And I know you say it's okay that I wasn't there, and that I don't... give it to you like she does" Somehow it's always about sex in the end of the day. 

It was like a clockwork, Soobin would always be insecure about not giving Yeonjun sex.

"But it's not okay for me Hyung" He says distressed "I want to be able to help my alpha on these kind of things" And Yeonjun's mind goes blank, his alpha? did Soobin just called him his alpha?

He stared at the boy, heart pounding inside his chest. His own wolf screaming in delight and happiness. His alpha. He was Soobin's alpha. 

He stood there, looking at his boyfriend, trying to find something to say.

"Your alpha?" He asks with a hoarse voice, enough evidence to show how much it affected him, his dick showing signs of coming to life.

"I.." Soobin tries, he gets nervous, a mix of how close Yeonjun is with his hoarse voice, the change in his scent, all of it "I mean..".

It just doesn't come out. He can't believe he actually called Yeonjun his alpha.

"I didn't mean.." He closes his eyes, Yeonjun's arousal scent filling the whole place.

"That's okay" The alpha says getting closer, pressing their bodies together "I am" He says hoarse, looking at the omega's eyes "I am your alpha" he repeats, seeing the way the omega's breath hitches "You weren't there, but you sure as hell helped" He whispers, brushing his nose on Soobin's.

"I.." He was using all his self control not to moan on the alpha's mouth "How?... how did I help?" He whispers. 

He feels Yeonjun's nose moving on his skin until it gets on his neck, where the alpha sniffs, tighting the hold on Soobin's waist.

"You were on my mind, and your scent was there" Yeonjun says.

He uses his closed mouth to kiss all over the omega's neck, making sure not to leave one inch of skin unkissed.

 "You have no idea what you do to me" He says pressing their bodies even more, making sure Soobin felt his cock, hard and throbbing on his underwear.

The omega moaned when he felt the outline of Yeonjun's cock on his hip. Only then he realized how tight his own pants were, and how wet he was, knowing that was evindent on his smell.

"You.. though of me like that?" He asks with difficulty, feeling his conscience leaving his body little by little.

The alpha opened his mouth to lick the other's whole neck, stopping at certain points he knew were sensitive to bite slowly. 

Soobin couldn't help but buck his own hips on Yeonjun's direction when he felt a bite being left on his neck.

"I think about you all the time" Yeonjun says, moving to the other side of his neck "On all sorts of ways... but on my rut, yeah, thought about you".

The alpha moves until he is nose to nose with the omega, he tilts his head to the side, watching as Soobin does the same. 

He got closer, lips almost touching, Soobin leans foward to kiss him, but Yeonjun moves his head back, hearing the omega groan in irritation. The alpha smirks, coming closer once again.

"Say it again" Yeonjun whispers, feeling Soobin's hands close on his shirt, making sure he stays in place "What am I Soobin?" He asks slow, nipping on the omega's lower lip, he wanted Soobin so much. 

The fucking slick scent was all he could smell, he wanted to take his hand and feel it, Soobin is so wet, he can smell it.

"My..." He says but stops, bucking his hips on Yeonjun's direction once again, moaning "My... my alpha" He says, struggling to breathe. 

Yeonjun groans loudly, taking the omega's mouth on his, kissing Soobin like he was starved.

Their tongues met inside their mouths, wet, filthy noises being all that could be heard. 

Soobin's hands moved to Yeonjun's hair, pulling on it, knowning that the alpha liked that, and he won a moan from his boyfriend. The omega thrust his hip against the alpha's direction again, this time, their cocks meeting each other, causing both of them to moan. 

Yeonjun's hands moved from Soobin's waist to the low of his back, showing his intention to grope the other's ass.

"Is this okay?" He asks as he leans away just enough to be able to speak, he hears a 'Yes, yes hyung' coming from the omega as Soobin kisses him again, desperatly. 

His hands move lower on the omega's body, finding his ass, gropping on him, making their cocks meet again as he thrusted towards Soobin.

The omega was turned into a puddle of moans and hitched breaths, his body moving without thinking, searching for Yeonjun, he wanted more, he wanted Yeonjun so fucking much. His hands moved to the alpha's neck, using his nails to screech him, hearing him moan on his mouth.

Yeonjun's hands went even lower, meeting wet fabric, the omega has leaked so much it had stained his pants. 

The alpha's brain focused on that, wanting more, he wanted more of Soobin, he wanted everything "You're so wet Bin" He said moving to kiss his neck again.

Their thrusts were uncoordinated, but neither of them cared about it, needing so much, so much more.

"For you" Soobin moaned and Yeonjun bit down harder than the other times, enough to leave a purple mark but not enough to break skin.

"For me" Yeonjun moaned "Just for me" He said pulling Soobin's sweater collar down to bite on his collarbones "Mine" He moaned thrusting his hips harder and faster, wanting more, his mind filled with Soobin's scent.

When he went to put his hand inside Soobin's sweater, the school bell rang, startling both of them. 

Yeonjun froze when he realized the situation they were in and he looked at Soobin's face, who seemed just as surprised as himself.

He took his hands off Soobin's ass, feeling his fingers wet. 

He knows he shouldn't, he knows now is not the time, but it was stronger than him. With Soobin's eyes stuck to his, he moved his hand dirty with the omega's slick to his mouth, moaning around the fingers. Feeling Soobin's taste, after imagining for so long, it was unreal.

He looked back at the omega, who kept his eyes stuck on him. After cleaning his hands, he moved one of them to Soobin's cheek "Are you okay?" He asks slow, scared that maybe it was too much for the omega.

"Yeah" Soobin whispers looking back at him. And then he is breaking into a smile and a little laugh "I can't believe we did this here" He says low, resting his head against the door, closing his eyes.

Yeonjun smiled too "Neither can I" He says "Do... do you regret it?" He asks low. Soobin opens his eyes to look at him again, he meets those fucking pretty brown/black eyes on his omega's face.

"No, I never do with you" He whispers. Soobin leans foward, resting his head on Yeonjun's shoulder as the alpha passes his arms around his shoulders, hugging him even closer. He taked the opportunity to smell the omega's hair "How am I supposed to leave this room now" The omega whispers.

"What you mean?" Yeonjun asks, caressing his hair.

"Baby, I'm literally soaked, my pants are all stained" He says as if it's nothing, freezing Yeonjun's brain and body. 

It's a lot on one sentence, the pet name, the way he said it, the fact that he said he is wet himself, for Yeonjun.

The alpha groaned, hearing the omega's giggle on his neck. 

He pulled away from Soobin, taking his own coat to wrap around the omega's hip, hiding the wet stain on his pretty pants. Yeonjun looks back at his eyes, smiling at the omega. He leans in and kisses him slowly, savoring his mouth. Soobin can feel his own taste on the alpha's tongue.

"I love you" Yeonjun whispers at Soobin, who smiles at him "Love you too" He says to the alpha.

When they get out the supply closet, it's their last period, Yeonjun takes the omega to his classroom and says goodbye with a kiss, promissing to come back at the end of the class to pick him up.

"Bye boys, take care and call me if you need anything" Seokjin said before getting inside the car where Namjoon was waiting for him, leaving Soobin and Yeonjun alone in the house for the next seven days. 

As soon as the house door was closed, Soobin turned around to go to his own room, running up the stairs, leaving his boyfriend behind.

Yeonjun didn't take long to follow after him, but slower, not in a hurry, not trying to run like he knew Soobin was. He took small steps until he was inside the omega's room, finding the same one laying on his bed, stomach down, face shoved in the pillow. 

The alpha walked to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand to the other's hair.

"How long you plan on keep ignoring me?" He asks the omega, hearing a groan coming out of the other's throat. Soobin didn't move his head, but Yeonjun saw how his fists held the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm not ignoring you" He mumbles with his face buried in the pillow. Yeonjun squeezes his eyes. Soobin is lying through his teeth, he hasn't got a word from the omega since they hooked up in the school supply closet.

"Yes you are" He says brushing his hands through soft hair "We need to talk about yesterday".

"There's nothing to talk about".

"You see, that's where you're wrong, there's so much to talk about" He says sighing.

"I'm embarrassed" Soobin whispers.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about love" Yeonjun says still playing with his hair "And yes, we will talk about that but that's not what I was referring to... we need to talk about what you said before that" He says, remembering how his boyfriend was venting out "About Yonna".

Soobin's head shoots up from that "Don't wanna talk about Yonna" He says, voice low and raw, letting the alpha know how that bothered him, his scent also doing nothing to hide it "I have nothing to say about that shit".

"Yeah, I can see that" He says ironically, lifting an eyebrow, from Soobin's voice tone it was able to know he was bothered "You said some really concerning things".

"No I didn't" The omega says moving in the bed, sitting down against the headboard with his legs stretched out "Everything I said was true and nothing you didn't know already" His arms cross around his own chest.

 Yeonjun's leg resting on the omega's legs from where he is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

"First of all, it isn't true" He says "I feel like I keep repeating this all the time" He sighs, lowering his own head "And honestly... it doesn't feel nice to hear you say I should be with her because she would give me sex" He says looking back at the omega's eyes "Like that's the only fucking thing I think about".

His voice showed that the situation bothered him too. 

He has tried over and over again to reassure Soobin, but at this point it was just starting to hurt himself too. 

The omega crosses his legs on the bed, pulling away from the headboard, his hands reaching for the alpha's.

"That's not how I meant it Jun" He whispers to the alpha "I know that's not all you care or think about... but you can't lie and say you don't think about it at all" 

Everytime he speaks, he is trying to get the alpha to understand how he feels, he never meant to hurt him.

"You're an alpha Hyung, and you're nineteen, of course you think about sex".

"I do" Yeonjun says squeezing the omega's hands "With you... I think about sex Soobin, but I think about sex with you" The omega's eyes wide open in front of him "I don't want, care or think about sex with anyone else... if I wanted that, I would've just done it with her on my rut" He realizes he said the wrong thing when he sees Soobin's eyes getting darker and the omega's hands leaving his.

"Do not repeat that shit" The omega says between his teeth. 

Yeonjun stares at it, it's kind of obvious that Soobin is jealous, there's no doubt about that. What he doesn't get is why he keeps sending him to someone else if that's how he feels. 

The alpha lets out an amused laugh.

"You're unbelivable" He says shaking his head "You keep telling me that other people would be better, that I should just stay with someone else, and yet, the second I mention the possibility, it gets you like this" he gestures with his hands, pointing at the omega.

"Sue me for not wanting my boyfriend with other people" Soobin says rolling his eyes.

"Exactly, your boyfriend Soobin, yours" He says frustrated "How can you tell me that someone else could be better" He shakes his head, as if not understanding "I want you Soobin, it's you... so yeah, of course I think about sex, but with you, only you, no one else".

"What if I can't give you that Jun? Then what?" The omega says kneeling on the bed, being to agitated to stay still "What happens if I just can't move on from.." He looks down, staring at the alpha's face "If I can't move on from what he did?" the first tears come out of his eyes.

Yeonjun's eyes wide at that, kneeling on the bed to be at his vision sigh, reacing his hands to pull Soobin closer to him. 

The omega hugs him back, passing his arms on the alpha's back as Yeonjun's arms keep on his shoulder and waist.

"You know I'm not with you for sex right?" Yeonjun asks low next to his ear. 

The alpha moves them, laying them both on their sides on the bed, allowing themself to looks at each other. His arms cross the omega's waist, so close they could feel their breath.

"I do, I know that" The omega says sighing "But it is something you want Jun, and please don't try to deny it" He says closing his eyes. 

Yeonjun moves his hand on the other's waist up, to his jaw, cupping his face and caressing his cheek with his thumb.

"And you don't?" He asks carefully, his voice showing that he didn't meant it in a bad away, as if there was a right or wrong answer, he just wanted Soobin to fully open up to him, he wished to be able to be there for him.

Soobin opens his eyes again, staring at the pretty alpha in front of him. 

Yeonjun looked so perfect from his perspective, like the alpha had never done anything wrong, like he was something an omega like Soobin could never have, and yet, here he was, his. 

He wanted to be so much for Yeonjun. 

A good boyfriend, a good friend, a good mate, someone that would give the alpha anything he ever wanted. But some twisted part of him keeps remind him that he would never be enough. 

And yeah, maybe the sex thing was getting the best of him, but he was Yeonjun's friend before all of this. He saw the way the alpha flirted on parties, how he pressed omegas, betas and alphas against walls and drove them to crazyness.

The bad part about being in love with your best friend, the thing no one tells you, is that you still know how he was before you, you were there, you saw it all. 

And Soobin did, he saw all of it happening.

And Yeonjun was a fucking sigh. 

His face was gorgeous, like out of a fucking romance dream. On top of that, he was hot, a wet dream, and Soobin was well aware of that, he has been, for a long time. And he was charming, and sexy, and kind, he was the whole package. 

So yeah, Soobin would be crazy if he didn't want to have sex with him, of course he did, he remembered every second from the time they got off together, he replayed a hundred times on his mind.

The thing is, at the end of the day, he was scared. He hasn't even touched himself since the assault, and he didn't want to. 

Not until yesterday, not until the supply closet. Then he wanted, but not to touch himself, he wanted Yeonjun to touch him, and that was even scarier.

"I do" The whisper comes a while later "Of course I do Junie" The omega smiles small "I think you know that, I mean... it was kind of obvious" He says feeling his own face getting red, the burn spreading to his eyes.

"You mean yesterday" He says and the omega nods.

"You looked like you wanted to rip my clothes apart" He whispers. Yeonjun's hands moving to hold his waist again.

"I did.. I wanted to" He confesses, lying now wouldn't help, he knew that.

Soobin sighs, still looking into his eyes "That's just the thing... I would've let you do it" He whispers, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear, as if it was something forbidden, something he couldn't ever say it out loud. 

But the alpha did heard, and it made his hear skip a beat, knowning that he had that effect on Soobin was insane.

"And that's a problem?" He asks, realizing that it wasn't a good thing for the omega as it was for himself.

"Not in the way you think it is" Soobin says, trying to get the alpha to understand that it wasn't a problem because of Yeonjun "I trust you... I don't know if I trust myself" He whispers looking at the mattress, the small space between both of them "What if... what if we start and then... then I realize I can't do it" His voice showing his fear.

"Then we stop" Yeonjun answers in a heartbeat, like he didn't even had to think about it, and honestly, he actually didn't, it's easy as that, they keep going as long as both of them wanted, if one was out of it, it's a stop "And we can try again another time".

"What if I can never do it?".

"Then we don't" He says.

He moves closer to the omega on bed, resting his forehead against him "Bin, you asked me not to lie to you, so I won't" His eyes closing "I do want to have sex with you".

Leaning away, he opens his eyes, giving the omega a minute to do the same, as soon as their eyes meet, he is ready to continue.

"I do (Itálico) want that, but just to make sure you understand this, if you never want to do it, if you can't... Soobin, I'm still gonna love you the same" The omega gasps for air, hearing Yeonjun saying he loves him it's never gonna be normal "You're still the only person I'm ever gonna want Bun".

"You... You will love me?" He asks, insecurities on the top of his mind.

"Always Bin".

Soobin leans in, kissing his slowly, his hand moving to the alpha's face, caressing him gently as Yeonjun's hand stood still on his waist. The alpha didn't dare to more, letting Soobin take all the control he wanted, hoping that would show him that he isn't trying to overpower him in any way. 

Not like most alphas do with omegas.

"Just to make sure you understand it, I want it Hyung... I wanna have sex with you, you have no idea how much... I'm just scared" He whispers, their lips just inches apart from each other.

"You don't have to" The alpha says back "It's just me, you know I'll never judge or look down on you" Yeonjun says low.

"Can you close your eyes please?" The omega asks and the alpha does, following his request in a second, only proving to Soobin that Yeonjun trusted him too "Can you keep them close?" He asks and the alpha nods.

The omega gets up from the bed, moving Yeonjun until the alpha is sitting in the middle of the bed.

Soobin moved until he was on his feet, leaving the alpha still on the bed. 

He reached for his own shirt, making sure Yeonjun's eyes were still closed. Swallowing all his fears, he took the shirt off, not letting himself think much.

Right there layed all of him. 

The burns scars on his chest left by the cigarette Kwang burn on him. The bite scar against his ribs, the perfect mark of the other alpha's teeth. His nighmare standing there, inside himself, in his own skin.

"You can open your eyes now" Soobin whispers, closing his eyes, not wanting to see Yeonjun's reaction to him. 

To what he was, what was made of him. 

He didn't had to see the alpha he loved coming to the conclusion that he was broken, used, tossed away.

Yeonjun opened his eyes slowly, getting used to the light. His eyes found Soobin's body. 

He looked at the omega, seeing everything. 

He saw how he was hurt, how he(Itálico) hurt him. The scars of the worst day on both of their lifes. The scars he knew weren't going away, always a reminder that it was not a sleeping nightmare, it was a very awake one. 

His eyes moved up to the omega's face, seeing his eyes closed and he biting his lower lip.

Yeonjun moved, getting up from the bed and walking to the omega "Open your eyes love" He said gently, taking in the ragged breath coming out the other one, but he still did it, Soobin still opened his eyes "You're gorgeous".

Yeonjun said almost devoted to him, Soobin could see that he meant it on his eyes.

"Can I touch you?" The alpha asks, not moving a finger until he was given permission. And then Soobin nodded.

The alpha reached his hand, tracing only his fingertips on the other's torso. He started on the base of his neck, moving down slowly until he was near his chest, near the burn scars. 

He looked up at the omega, seeing Soobin's eyes stuck to his fingers, and very slowly he moves until they were on top of the same scars. 

Soobin let out a pained breath, a soft one, a relieved one. Then the alpha leaned down, closing his lips on his chest, over the marks that carried all his pain.

Soobin didn't even feel the tears coming out of his eyes. The only thing he could feel was how much Yeonjun was reverent to him. 

The softness of his fingertips, the heat of his lips, his scent. The only thing he could feel was Yeonjun, who made sure to kiss every inch of skin covered by burn scars.

The alpha looked over at him once he was done and before Soobin could say anything, Yeonjun dropped to his knees. Soobin's breath was taken away as the alpha's fingertips runned over the bite scar. 

For the first time since the assault, he didn't want to hide, he wanted Yeonjun to keep looking.

Yeonjun leaned in very slowly, placing his closed lips over the scar, not moving. Once he deemed enough, he moved, placing other kisses along the outline of the scar, making sure not to leave even one piece unkissed. 

Then he used his tongue. Very carefully and slowly, he licked and kissed every inch of skin where the scar layed. Soobin's hands went to his hair, fingers tangling in his hair.

Once he decided enough, the alpha moved back to his feet, standing face to face with his omega "You're gorgeous Soobin" He says raw and honest, his voice filled with pure devotion "I love you so much" He whispers.

Soobin grabs his hair, pulling the alpha in until their mouths crash together, his tongue prodding his lower lip, asking for permission, which the alpha was glad to give him. His own hands reached Soobins's waist, pulling his body closer, kissing back just as needy.

The omega was the one who moved them towards the bed, laying down on it and pulling Yeonjun on top of him. 

The alpha steady himself with both arms around Soobin's head on the pillow, staring down at him. Soobin opened his legs to make space for the alpha, who quickly understood and placed himself there, laying on top of him, using his arms and one knee between Soobin's leg to support himself.

He leaned down again, taking the omega's mouth one more time, moaning when Soobin closes his legs around his waist, using the back of his foot to pull Yeonjun closer, causing both of their groins to meet. 

He thrusts against him, feeling the omega lift his own hips to meet his movements.

He breaks away from the kiss, leaning down to suck Soobin's neck, feeling the omega's hands pull harder on his hair. 

He sucks the skin there, every piece of it, nipping on it, brushing his teeth over palid skin. He bites him hard, not enough to break skin, but enough to hear a hiss from the other and he feels Soobin's movements getting sloppier. 

He does it again, and then uses his tongue to soothe the pain, hearing a moan from the omega. Then he reaches his scent gland, not thinking twice before licking it, scenting him, leaving his smell all over his omega.

"Hyung" The omega moans low and Yeonjun takes his head off his neck, staring at the omega's eyes again. 

Soobin looked a mess, breath uneven, hair all over the pillow, red lips from kissing and biting. 

The omega's eyes were hazy, lost in pleasure and want, but he still looked back at Yeonjun before whispering "Touch me".

Yeonjun groaned from the request, his whole body burning with want. He rested his forehead on Soobin's "Are you sure?" He whispered. He needed Soobin to tell him to keep going, to tell him that he wanted it.

"Please" The omega pleaded "I need you, I want you" Yeonjun moaned loudly at that, not even trying to hide how that made him feel. 

His mind was spiralling, he wanted to touch the omega so much. All of the sudden he was hit with a unbeliavable need to please him.

"Tell me to stop if you don't like something" He whispered broken, his voice almost don't coming out.

"I will" Soobin says and it's all he needs to move.

He leans up, settling himself on his knees between Soobin's legs, taking in the full sigh of him, Soobin was gorgeous and didn't have any idea. Layed down on bed like that, like a dream, Yeonjun's dream. 

He reached and brushed his fingertips across his torso, his chest, his stomach, he couldn't believe he was real "Perfect, you're perfect" He said, more to himself than to Soobin, lost inside his own mind.

"Hyung, please" The omega whispered and Yeonjun was brought back to reality. He moves his hand up, tracing the lines of the omega's body, comitting every trace of it to memory. He reached just under the other's nipple.

"Can I?" He asks staring at the omega's eyes, and when Soobin nodded, he went for it. 

He pressed two fingers on his nipple, watching as his back arched from the bed and his mouth opened on a silent moan. He uses the same two fingers to hold the nipple between them, pinching it gently, not wanting to overwhelm the omega. His eyes always focused to Soobin's reactions. 

When the omega's eyes opened to look at him, he leaned down slowly, putting his tongue out to lick around the other nipple, keeping his fingers pressing on the other. 

He tortured him by licking around it, Soobin's hands locked on his hair. And then he moved, biting the nipple, hearing a loud moan from the omega, then using his tongue to numb the pain, the contrast of it causing Soobin to moan even louder.

Yeonjun felt like he was losing his mind, he wanted to spend all day pleasing Soobin. 

He sucked, licked and bite on Soobin's nipples for what seemed like forever, until he noticed that Soobin was getting sensitive. He moved back to his kneeling position, moving his hands to the bar of the omega's pants. 

He looked up to his eyes, wanting permission, and he got it, Soobin nodded.

He pulled the pants down revealing more and more of Soobin's palid skin. 

And right there he saw something that made his mouth salivate even more, Soobin was wearing panties. 

He knew it was normal for omegas to wear panties, but he did not thought Soobin wore them. The sigh was mouth watering, his torso filled with Yeonjun's biting marks and hickies, his palid thigh begging to turn into the same, and right there in the middle, it layed Soobin's cock, hard and red under the pretty black lacy underwear, soaked with slick and pre-come.

"You're gonna drive me crazy... fuck Soobin" He says moving his hand to grip at the omega's thighs "Panties?" He asks moving, leaning down until he was laying between the parted legs "You're a dream come true Baby" He says.

He leans down to kiss the inside of the other's thighs, moving higher and higher, hearing Soobin's moans, that is, before he feels Soobin tensing all over "Are you alright?" He asks looking at him.

"Yeah" He whispered "Just... you're too close to... my.. you know" He mumbles, not saying the actual words, seeing Yeonjun's confused eyes.

"You want me to move?" He asks carefully, even though he doesn't understand what Soobin is talking about, he wanted to always respect the omega.

"No" Soobin says fast "I like you there" He whispers, his face turning even more red "But can you just... not touch it?" He says, keeping eye contact with the alpha "I'm fine with my cock but... not there... not yet" And that's when Yeonjun understands he is talking about his hole.

"Not yet" He whispers back "I won't, I promise" He says and Soobin murmurs a 'I know' that has he smiling "Can I touch your cock baby?" He asks moving back to his knees, eyes still focused on the lacy panties.

Soobin was never gonna forget the way Yeonjun looked at him, the desire, the lust "Please" He said in a broken plea, he needed Yeonjun to touch him so bad, he wante to come so bad, he needed him.

Yeonjun's hands moved, holding the hem of the panties, pulling it down inch by inch, seeng it leaving a wet trail along the skin, mouth salivating from the sigh. And all at once came the scent, Soobin's hot desire wave, coming straigh from the source, dripping wet. 

He moaned loudly, his alpha reacting to his omega under him.

His cock stood there, layed against his stomach, tip angry red and leaking pre-come, while his thighs and the mettress got every second more wet from the slick coming out of his whole "You smell so good" Yeonjun said "Bet you'd taste even better" He says looking down at the omega "Another day" He says more to himself than to Soobin. 

He leans in and kisses the omega, feeling Soobin trying to kiss him back.

"Let Hyung take care of you" Soobin nods.

He kneels back, holding one of Soobin's legs and placing it on his shoulder, leaving him fully exposed. 

He doesn't miss the way the omega gets red. 

Then Yeonjun reaches and takes the other's one cock on his hand, pumping it once very slowly, using his thumb on the tip to spread the pre-come.

Soobin's moan is loud, back arching from the bed. 

Yeonjum pumped him again. He wanted to take his time, but Soobin moaning is enough to make him just wanna please him as soon as possible. He tilts his head and kissed the inside of the other's thigh on his shoulder, his hand moving on the other's cock, he sucks and bites all over the pale skin, leaving it full of his bruises and teeth marks.

"Hyung, I can't... Can't hold it" The omega moans broken, hips moving to chase Yeonjun's strokes, his moans getting louder and louder, the heat forming beneath his stomach, he was going to come.

"You don't have to" Yeonjun says "Look here, in my eyes" He says dropping his leg to use that hand on his nipples again "Let me see you come" He says pinching the nipple "Come for Hyung Binnie" He sees the omega's eyes rolling "Come for your alpha Soobin".

And then he is coming, white shots of come painting his torso and Yeonjun's hand "Yeon- Yeonjun.. Jun, Junnie... Hyung... Alpha" He repeats as a prayer, body shaking from the orgasm. 

Yeonjun smiles at the sigh, his pretty boy coming all over himself. He strokes him through it, milking him dry before letting his cock go.

Without thinking, he holds his own dick through his pants and strokes it twice before he is coming on his pants "Bin" He whispers as he comes, getting the omega's attention on him. 

Soobin is hypnotized by the sigh of his Hyung coming on his own pants.

Yeonjun lays on top of him, not caring if Soobin's cum on his stomach was going to stain his shirt.

 He kisses him fast, deep, desperate, tongues fighting each other, Soobin's hands pulling on Yeonjun's hair. The alpha is also the first one to lean away.

"You okay? Was that too much?" 

"It was perfect Junnie" The omega whispers, smiling, happy and satisfied, feeling his omega at ease for the first time in forever "Can you just... can you hold me?" He asks looking at the alpha, who smiles at him.

"Always" Yeonjun says moving and bringing Soobin with him until the alpha is on his back and the omega resting his head on his chest "I love you Soobin" He says, ignoring how uncomfortable his pants feel.

"I know" Soovin smiles "I love you too" And when he looks at the clock, it's 16:47 in the afternoon, the same time he kissed the alpha the first time.

The room was quiet except for the slow thrum of their breathing. 

The blankets were tangled somewhere near the foot of the bed, but neither of them felt like moving to find them. Soobin lay on his side, facing the wall, still a little tense, still processing. 

Yeonjun slipped in behind him, chest warm against Soobin’s back, one arm sliding around his waist with a gentleness that made Soobin melt instantly.

“You good?” Yeonjun murmured, voice soft and a little raspy.

Soobin nodded, but his voice came out small. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

Yeonjun pressed a kiss to the back of his neck — slow, lingering, reassuring “Thinking isn’t allowed right now. Only relaxing. That’s a rule.”

“That’s not a real rule,” Soobin muttered, cheeks heating.

“It is now,” Yeonjun insisted, squeezing his waist just a little. “I’m making it official. No thoughts allowed in this bed.”

Soobin huffed, but he leaned back into him, letting Yeonjun hold him closer. Their legs tangled naturally, as if they’d been sleeping like this for years.

A moment passed. Then another. Soobin’s voice came quiet.

“Thank you… for being gentle” He swallowed “I was nervous.”

Yeonjun tightened his arms around him immediately “I know,” he whispered against Soobin’s shoulder. “And you did perfect. You can always tell me if something feels too much. I’m not going anywhere.”

Soobin relaxed further, tension dissolving. “Feels easy with you,” he admitted. “Safe.”

That word made Yeonjun smile against his skin. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

For a while, they stayed like that — soft breath, shared warmth, fingers brushing absentminded patterns on Soobin’s stomach.

The silence that followed was comfortable, warm. Only the soft rise and fall of Soobin’s chest. Yeonjun stroked his thumb over his hip, slow and tender.

Soobin let out a quiet, shy laugh “Hyung… stop… I’m sensitive.”

Yeonjun smiled against his skin “I know. I’m just... admiring.”

Soobin buried his face in the pillow, ears burning “You’re impossible.”

“Me?” Yeonjun pretended to be offended. “You were calling me ‘Hyung’ like that... how did you expect me to stay calm?”

Soobin turned just enough to look at him, wearing that embarrassed, indignant expression “I didn’t say anything like that…”

“Oh? Want me to imitate it?” Yeonjun asked, grinning like the devil.

“No!” Soobin immediately flipped back around, red to the tips of his ears.

Then Yeonjun, being Yeonjun, couldn’t resist.

“You know,” he said lightly, “you make the cutest noises.”

Soobin immediately stiffened. “No, I don’t.”

“Oh, you do,” Yeonjun insisted, voice full of mischief. “Little gasps, tiny whines—”

“Stop talking.”

“I won’t,” Yeonjun said cheerfully. “I think I should record them next—”

Soobin twisted around and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Yeonjun. I am begging you. Never say that again.”

Yeonjun laughed into his palm, eyes sparkling. When Soobin removed his hand, Yeonjun kissed the base of his fingers.

“Fine, fine,” he chuckled. “I’ll stop teasing you... for now.”

“For now?” Soobin groaned.

Yeonjun kissed him — slow, lazy, sweet. “You’ll live.”

They settled again, Soobin facing him this time, their foreheads touching. Soobin’s breaths grew softer, deeper. Yeonjun’s hand found the small of his back and stayed there, warm and steady. Slowly, their breaths synced — rise and fall, calm and even.

Soobin’s eyelids fluttered shut.

“Jun?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Mm?”

“Don’t let go.”

Yeonjun kissed his forehead. “Never.”

Within minutes, Soobin drifted into sleep, his fingers loosely curled in Yeonjun’s shirt.

Yeonjun watched him for a moment, a quiet smile tugging at his lips, before closing his own eyes.

Their breathing blended again, slow and peaceful, and they slipped into sleep together — pressed close, wrapped around each other, exactly where they wanted to be.

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Soobin woke up with everything dark and a breeze coming from the open window. His eyes trying to get used to being open, his senses all turned off from the sleepy feeling. He could hear the wind blow and people on the street, but most of all, he could hear the heavy breathing from the alpha underneath him.

Yeonjun. 

Before he could notice, there was a smile on his face and he was pressing his head harder on the alpha's chest, trying to feel more of his scent. He felt so safe whenever he was with Yeonjun, it had been like that since he could remember. 

Soobin was fully naked, he realized he just slept like that, meanwhile, the alpha had all of his clothes, having only changed his underwear where it was sticky from his own cum, since he didn't even got to take his dick out before comming.

Then he remembered why he just woke up. 

They fell asleep. 

After... well, after having sex in some kind of way. It wasn't all the way, but it was sex just the same. 

And he had done that, he let go, he felt everything, and he wanted it. He wanted to feel it, and he wanted more. It was so nice, the way Yeonjun held him, kissed him, spoke to him, everything was just so nice and so, so... good.

He felt a hand on his waist, pulling him in closer, and smiled even more "Hi baby" Came the hoarse voice from the boy in bed with him. 

Yeonjun leaned just a bit to leave a long kiss on the omega's black hair.

"Hi Hyung" Said the younger "It's night" He whispers, leaving a kiss on Yeonjun's chest, arms secure around the alpha's waist while Yeonjun's arm was griping on his waist, keeping him close, like any space would be too much.

"Thank god we don't have class tomorrow" The alpha sais from above him, making Soobin smile "Did you sleep well?".

"Yeah, I did" He says turning his head up, to look at Yeonjun, who was already looking at him with a smile on his face "What about you Hyung?" He asks smiling back. It was insane how pretty Yeonjun could be even when he wakes up.

"Never slept better" The alpha whispers, making the omega blush, causing Yeonjun to smile small "I'm hungry" he says and his stomach backs him up, making a sound "Told ya" He gestures with his head at his stomach.

"Never doubted you" Soobin says sitting up on the bed "I have no idea what time it is though Hyung" his arms moving trying to find his own cellphone, his hands finding empty space instead.

He makes a move to get up from the bed but a hand on his waist keeps him in place.

Yeonjun pulls him back and sits behind him, opening his legs to fit the omega between them, Soobin's back against his chest. 

Soobin smiles and let himself be pulled, his arms closing on Yeonjun's that is settled on his waist.

The alpha leans in and kisses his shoulder, trailing an upwards path to the omega's neck. 

Soobin tilts his head to the side, giving Yeonjun more space to kiss along his neck. 

The alpha kept one arm on his waist and the other went down, placing his hand on Soobin's thigh, squeezing it, hearing a low moan from the omega.

He kisses all the skin on his neck, moving to leave little bites where his mouth had closed seconds before. He bit down specially hard next to his scent gland, where a mating bite would go. 

Soobin threw his head back, leaning it against the alpha's shoulder, taking in the moment. The alpha bit down again and then used his tongue to lick on it, soothing the pain.

"You smell so good" Yeonjun said on his neck, licking his scent gland. Soobin could feel his own dick hard against the blanket that was covering him. 

When Yeonjun's hand moved to get to the omega's groin, his phone ringed loudly "You gotta be kidding me" The alpha complains, moving from behind Soobin to get the phone.

Soobin used the opportunity to put his short back on without Yeonjun seeing it. 

He knew it didn't make any sense, Yeonjun had made him cum just this afternoon, but he still felt way to self aware to stay naked and to let the alpha see him.

“Can I help you with something, Beomgyu?” Yeonjun sighs into the phone, already rubbing his forehead. He turns around—and nearly melts on the spot.

Soobin is standing by the bed, shorts pulled back on, one hand pressed shyly against his chest like he’d been caught doing something wrong. His hair is a mess, his lips a little swollen, and his cheeks pink in a way that makes Yeonjun’s chest feel too full.

The alpha softens immediately and reaches a hand out.

The omega hesitates for half a second, then smiles—small, sweet—and walks back toward the bed to take it. 

Yeonjun pulls him in gently, guiding him to sit at his side. His arm wraps around Soobin’s shoulders automatically, instinctively possessive. Soobin leans in, warm and pliant against him.

“Of course you can, Hyung,” Beomgyu’s voice blares through the speaker, annoyingly cheerful. There’s noise in the background—something clattering, probably him knocking something over like always. “So, Jeno’s party.”

Yeonjun already grimaces.

He hears Beomgyu shuffle things around, then say, “Kai, Taehyun and I are going... so are you and Soobin-hyung.”

Yeonjun lifts an eyebrow and turns to meet Soobin’s eyes—dark, soft, still a little hazy. The omega blinks, confused.

“I don’t think we are, Gyu,” Yeonjun answers flatly.

The last thing he wants right now is a party. He’s got a whole boyfriend to cuddle. A warm bed. A very kissable mouth within reach. Why would he leave?

“Good thing I didn’t ask, then,” Beomgyu fires back instantly.

Yeonjun scoffs. “Beomgyu—”

“We’re going,” the younger alpha announces like a dictator. “Party starts at 10 p.m. The boys and I will be at Hyung’s place around 8 so we can all get in the mood together.”

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not—”

“Great, Hyung! Glad we had this talk,” Beomgyu cuts him off without shame. “See you soooon.”

The call ends.

Yeonjun stares at the phone like it personally offended him.

Soobin bites his lip to hold back a laugh, but it slips out anyway—quiet, breathy.

Yeonjun turns to him slowly “...Don’t say a word.”

“I didn’t,” Soobin says, smiling wider.

“You were thinking it.”

“And what exactly was I thinking, Hyung?” the omega asks, tilting his head in mock innocence.

“That Beomgyu is a menace.”

Soobin beams. “I mean... you said it, not me.”

Yeonjun throws himself back onto the bed with a groan, dragging Soobin with him and burying his face in the omega’s shoulder.

“I’m not going to that party.”

Soobin snickers. “You kinda are.”

Yeonjun muffles something that might be “I hate him” against Soobin’s skin.

And Soobin just laughs again—soft and delighted—while threading their fingers together.

"So, I guess we're going to a party?" Soobin says by his side, his own phone on his hand. Yeonjun turns to him and pulls him down, making him lay on the bed and getting on top of him, supporting himself on both of his hands by Soobin's head.

"We don't have to" He says looking at the omega underneath him "I'm sure the boys would understand baby" leans to give a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I kinda want to go" The omega answers shyly, turning his head to the side to hide from Yeonjun.

"Wow, YOU wanna go to a party? who are you and what did you do to my bun?" He asks teasing him, nipping on his neck slightly, hearing a groan from Soobin.

"Haven't been in one in forever" The omega answers crossing his legs on Yeonjun's lips, using his feet on his back to draw him closer, hands pressing his hair to keep biting on his neck, his body staring to heat up.

"Or... we could just stay here, doing this" Yeonjun says thrusting once against him, causing both of the boys to moan quietly. 

The alpha's tongue running all over the omega's neck, mouthing and sucking on his scent gland.

"Yeonjun" The omega moans, hips going up to meet the other one's "Baby" He calls again, trying to get the alpha's attention, remembering that they didn't have time for this, they needed to shower and get ready "Hyung, not now" He says.

Yeonjun stops all at once, his hips stilling and his face moving from the other's one neck, staring at Soobin.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks worried, studying the omega's face from any signs of something wrong.

"No, no you didn't" Soobin answers fast, knowing what must be going on inside Yeonjun's head "I swear you didn't" He says again, finally being able to see the alpha's eyebrows relaxing "We just don't have time Junie, the boys are coming remember?".

Yeonjun groans and hides his face on Soobin's neck again "I can't believe we gotta leave this bed, I was so comfortable" He says and Soobin laughs small "Can we at least take a shower together?" He asks and notices Soobin's body tensing "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks looking at him.

"Nothing" He says.

Yeonjun looks like he doesn't belive it, because he really doesn't "Fine" Soobin says rolling his eyes.

"It's just... still don't feel all that well with you know... you seeing me naked I guess".

Yeonjun process the information, or tries to. I mean, hours ago Soobin was pretty much naked under him, that he remembers clear as daylight. 

But on the other side, Soobin had already let go of so much, trusting Yeonjun with so much, it didn't feel right to press him into anything else.

"Ok" The alpha says leaving a kiss on the omega's cheek "You wanna go first?" He asks smiling.

Soobin smiles back at him, looking relieved "Sure Hyung" Yeonjun gets off of him, sitting on the bed. 

Soobin gets up, looking for his towel, he grabs it and instead of walking towards the bathroom, he walks back to Yeonjun, who looked at him, hypnotized.

The omega stands on the edge of the bed leaning in and kissing the alpha. 

His hand holding Yeonjun's face by the jaw, keeping him in place as he enters his mouth with his tongue, licking every corner of it, tasting him as much as he can.

"You can't do this babe" Yeonjun says as they break the kiss. Soobin laughs and turns around, walking towards the bathroom "You get me hard and leave me like this, that's gotta be a felony Soobin" He hears Yeonjun screaming from the room as he closes the bathroom door.

Soobin closes the bathroom door behind him, the soft click sounding louder than it should. 

His legs feel unsteady in that sweet, overwhelming way, his skin still buzzing where Yeonjun touched him—where Yeonjun claimed him—and he presses his back to the wall as if the world has tilted a little off-axis.

For a moment he just stands there, breathing.

Trying to catch up.

Trying to understand that everything that happened in that bed wasn’t a dream born out of longing.

The bathroom light is dim, but not dim enough to hide the full-body mirror facing him. He meets his own reflection, and immediately looks away. 

Taylor Swift was right—“I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror.”

It’s easier to look at pain straight in the face than to look at yourself after someone touched you so gently that it hurt.

He drags in a breath and forces himself to turn to the mirror again.

Slowly—like he’s peeling off a version of himself he no longer wants—Soobin lifts the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

His breath catches.

Because every inch of his chest, shoulders, stomach...

is marked.

Marked by Yeonjun.

Purple blossoms blooming across his skin. Finger-shaped shadows on his waist. Faint teeth marks near his ribs. Soft, faded scars—those he already knew by heart—are now surrounded by something new.

Something tender.

Something reverent.

Something that feels like being chosen.

He touches one of the scars, the long white one on his side, the one that used to burn every time he thought about what happened. 

It will never fade, not fully. None of them will. They are permanent reminders of hands that didn’t love him.

But now—now Yeonjun’s marks sit over them.

Covering them.

Contradicting them.

Soobin’s throat closes.

Some twisted, quiet part of him likes it.

Likes that Yeonjun left evidence on top of every place someone once hurt him.

Likes that Yeonjun’s mouth went to every scar as if rewriting it, claiming it, saying you are mine, but only if you want to be.

He felt loved.

God, he felt loved.

The words echo inside him, louder than he expects, enough to make his eyes sting.

He runs his hand across his torso, fingertips brushing each purple bruise, each memory of Yeonjun’s lips. He presses lightly, just to feel the soreness. Proof. Certainty.

Proof that Yeonjun was really there.

And that he wanted Soobin.

Not in theory. Not in promise.

But in action.

When he takes off his pants and underwear, his breath hitches again.

His pelvic bone—marked.

Lower stomach—marked.

The inside of both thighs—covered.

Fingertip bruises, teeth marks, a trail of kisses that mapped him like territory Yeonjun crossed with devotion.

His whole body looks like a map.

A map of everywhere Yeonjun has been—

and everywhere Soobin desperately wants him to go again.

A shaky laugh escapes him. God. He wants to leave a map on Yeonjun too. He wants to touch him until the alpha falls apart under his hands. He wants to see the marks he left and think I did that.

He steps into the shower and turns on the water without looking. 

It comes out cold, sharp, biting, and he lets it hit him fully.

Heat feels dangerous right now. He’s already too warm inside, too sensitive, too full of something he can’t name without exploding.

Water slides down his skin, over the bruises, over the scars, over places that still feel like Yeonjun’s hands are ghosting there.

Soobin closes his eyes.

He can still feel the alpha.

The weight of his hands on his hips.

The careful pressure grounding him when he trembled.

The way Yeonjun looked at him—like he was something sacred, something fragile, something precious.

Like he was a whole universe.

And that’s what breaks him a little, right there under the cold water.

Because being loved—he knows what that feels like. His parents love him. His friends love him. He knows Yeonjun loves him too, in that soft-eyed, gentle-voiced way the alpha has always had with him.

But wanted?

Desired?

Looked at like you’re something someone can’t help but touch?

That’s new.

That’s terrifying.

That’s beautiful.

Kwang’s words flash in his mind—cruel, sharp, meant to stay like splinters under his skin. Words that told him he wasn’t desirable. That no one would want him. That he was too broken, too scarred, too much and not enough at the same time.

Part of Soobin believed it. A part he hated.

But the way Yeonjun touched him today—

that part of him didn’t stand a chance.

Yeonjun looked at him like a god.

Touched him like he was something to worship.

Held him like something irreplaceable.

Soobin leans forward, hands braced on the cold tile, water running down his face as if washing away every old sentence he used to carry.

He feels wanted.

For the first time in his life—he truly, deeply feels wanted.

And he whispers into the empty bathroom, voice trembling, barely a breath:

“…Thank you, Hyung.”

Not because Yeonjun can hear it.

But because Soobin needs to say it out loud, just once, to believe this is real.

To believe he’s real.

That this version of him—the wanted one—exists.

And that Yeonjun saw him

and chose him anyway.

Once he realized he had been standing under the hot spray for too long—long enough for the steam to soften his skin and slow the frantic beat of his heart—Soobin finally forced himself to turn off the water. The silence that followed was almost startling. He wrapped the towel around his waist, feeling the warmth of the fabric cling to his damp skin, and only then did it hit him: he hadn’t brought any clothes with him.

And Yeonjun was waiting on the other side of the door.

For a second, he considered calling for the alpha, asking him to pass something through the crack. 

It would’ve been the safe choice, the reasonable one. But there was another part of him—bolder, hungry, still humming from everything they had shared moments earlier—that wanted to know exactly how Yeonjun would look at him like this.

Only a towel.

Still dripping.

Still marked.

That part won with almost embarrassing ease.

When he opened the bathroom door, warm steam curled around his ankles and spilled into the room. Yeonjun stood with his back half-turned, holding a shirt up to the light, probably deciding what to wear. The mundane sight should’ve grounded Soobin—should’ve made him breathe easier.

It didn’t.

The alpha heard the door open and looked over instinctively.

And the look on his face…

God.

Soobin would replay that look for days.

Yeonjun froze, the shirt slipping from his fingers and falling soundlessly onto the bed. His gaze dragged over Soobin as if he had all the time in the world, as if this was something sacred he didn’t dare rush.

He took in the wet hair first, the way droplets gathered at the ends before sliding down his neck, tracking over the line of his collarbone and disappearing under the edge of the towel.

His shoulders were bare, flushed from the heat, wide and tempting in a way that made Yeonjun’s expression darken with something unfiltered. Something hungry.

Soobin saw it—felt it—before the alpha even moved.

Most of the omega’s torso was hidden, but not all of it. His skin still carried the faint sheen of the shower, and Yeonjun’s eyes lingered on the marks scattered along Soobin’s collarbones and chest. The ones he had put there. 

A warm, possessive satisfaction flickered through him, stealing his breath for a moment.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Slowly. Deliberately.

Then his gaze traveled lower.

The towel clung to Soobin’s hips, sitting scandalously low, revealing just enough to tease without giving anything away. But Yeonjun didn’t have to see—he remembered. Every line, every responsive shift of muscle, every place that had made Soobin gasp when touched.

And then—those legs.

Yeonjun had always thought they were pretty.

But seeing them like this, bare and still damp, the towel hitched just high enough to reveal the soft skin of his upper thigh—and the faint purple imprint hidden there…

Something inside Yeonjun snapped taut.

He inhaled sharply, a quiet, helpless sound, as his own body reacted with humiliating immediacy.

"I forgot to grab clothes," Soobin said, voice soft, almost breathless. When Yeonjun finally remembered to drag his gaze back up, the omega was blushing furiously, fingers tugging at the hem of the towel like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. 

He wasn’t looking at Yeonjun—couldn’t.

It made Yeonjun feel feral.

"Thank God," he said before he could stop himself—raw, honest, reverent. He didn’t bother pretending he hadn’t been staring. He wasn’t about to apologize for it, either.

Soobin’s eyes snapped up at the tone, wide and startled.

"I don’t think you know what you do to me, Soobin," Yeonjun murmured, his gaze dipping down again despite himself, tracing the droplets still clinging to Soobin’s skin.

Soobin swallowed, the motion slow and deliberate.

"Maybe you could show me," he whispered.

For a heartbeat, the world stopped.

Yeonjun felt the words like a spark to dry tinder—sudden, bright, igniting something dangerous and all-consuming. His shy, gentle, impossibly sweet Soobin had just thrown a match onto a pile of instincts he barely kept contained on a normal day.

The alpha’s breath left him in a slow, shaky exhale.

He felt like a hunter who had finally been offered the one prey he would never dare touch unless invited.

And Soobin—flushed, trembling, wrapped in nothing but a towel and trust—was inviting him.

Openly.

Willingly.

Beautifully.

Yeonjun didn’t move yet. But the air between them shifted, charged enough to raise goosebumps on Soobin’s still-wet skin.

He felt claimed long before Yeonjun touched him.

Yeonjun moved slowly, walking towards the omega's direction. He stopped right in front of him, staring into his eyes. He reached one hand on the omega's face, caressing his cheek with his fingers, Soobin's eyes watching him close.

"I wanna ruin you" He says to the omega, looking into his eyes. He sees Soobin swallowing hard and smiles. 

His other hand find the hem of the towel, right above the omega's thighs. He passes his hand inside the towel, going up slowly, watching Soobin's reaction.

When his hand touches Soobin's cock, he hears the omega moans and watches as he throws his head back in pleasure. He closes his hand around the half hard dick, strocking him once slowly, all the way down and then all the way up.

When Soobin reaches foward to him, the loud noise from the door bell startle them, his hands leaving Soobin's body in a second. They look at each other with wide eyes. Soobin is the one who laughs, resting his head on Yeonjun's shoulder.

"I should go get that" The omega says and Yeonjun's arms hold him close.

"No fucking way you're going in that towel" He says "I'm gonna go get the door, wear something" He leaves a kiss on the omega's lips before going, hearing Soobin's laugh behind him.

He should be taking is shower by now but... well.

"Hi." Yeonjun says as he opens the door, already bracing himself for the cosmic punishment of finding Beomgyu on the other side.

Instead, he gets Taehyun.

Honestly? A blessing.

Taehyun stands there in high-waisted black jeans torn at strategic places, the kind that look expensive on anyone else but dangerous on him. The cropped baby-blue top shows off a strip of abs that should be illegal. His hair is slightly messy, but in the intentional you-wish-you-looked-this-good kind of way.

The boy doesn’t even bother offering a smile before he steps inside, brushing past Yeonjun like the alpha is nothing but furniture. Typical Taehyun.

“Soobin upstairs?” he asks, chin tilting toward the ceiling. His tone is flat, but Yeonjun knows him well enough to hear the underlying eagerness—Taehyun’s version of affection.

“Yeah,” Yeonjun replies, leaning against the doorframe as the omega moves to go up.

But before Taehyun can disappear entirely, Yeonjun can’t resist.

“So...” he starts, voice casual, “did you already warn Yunho you’ll be ditching him tonight?”

Taehyun freezes on the second step. Slowly, slowly, he turns his head back, expression blank in that signature murderous Taehyun way.

“He’s not my problem,” Taehyun says, crossing his arms. “And for someone who claims he doesn’t care, you sure know a lot about my business.”

Yeonjun smirks. “I don’t need to care. Yunho just texted Beomgyu every other day asking if you’re alive.”

Taehyun rolls his eyes hard enough to see the back of his skull. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about your own omega? Unless he ran away already.”

Yeonjun stands a little straighter. “Why would he run away?”

Taehyun lifts a brow, smirking now. “I don’t know, hyung. Maybe he realized what a pain you are? Poor Soobin-hyung, I hope he’s not up there regretting life choices.”

Yeonjun scoffs. “He’s not regretting anything.”

He shouldn’t say it—Taehyun will weaponize it immediately—but the pride slips through anyway. 

“Trust me.”

Taehyun’s smirk widens like a cat who’s found a new toy. “Oh? Confidence. Interesting.” He taps his chin. “Should I check on him? You know. To make sure he’s still breathing after whatever you did to him.”

“Taehyun.” Yeonjun warns.

“What?” he asks, all innocence. “I’m just being a good friend.”

“You’re being a menace.”

“That’s my job,” Taehyun says, shrugging. “Your job is being whipped. And honestly? You’re doing amazing at it.”

Yeonjun opens his mouth, but Taehyun is already turning away, taking the stairs two at a time.

Halfway up, he glances over his shoulder one last time, eyes glinting.

“Tell Yunho I said hi,” Yeonjun calls.

Taehyun doesn’t miss a beat. “Tell Soobin-hyung I said good luck,” he fires back before disappearing at the top of the stairs.

Yeonjun glares at the empty staircase, but he’s smiling

He moved right along, he needed to take his own shower and get rid of the problem on his groin. When he got inside the room, Soobin was wearing pijamas, he and Taehyun deciding about clothes.

The alpha moves to get his own on the bed, giving Soobin a kiss on the cheek before moving to the bathroom. Once he closed the door, everything came to him.

The problem hanging between his legs didn't let him forget about how much he wanted Soobin. And once again he cursed Beomgyu's whole family line for bringing him into the world and multiple times cockblocking Yeonjun.

He took his clothes and got under the cold water all at once. He hated cold water, but right now it was the only thing that was gonna make his erection disappear. His mind kept reminding him of Soobin's body.

The broad shoulder, torned torso, pink nipples, even pinker cock. And his hole. Sure, he didn't touch it, didn't even got to close to, he respected Soobin in every way possible. But that doesn't mean he didn't saw it, he sure as hell did.

It was glistening from slick, so wet. Yeonjun wanted to get lost on it. Lick all the slick coming out of the omega, drown on it, give Soobin the pleasure he deserves. His cock got even harder on that thought, the cold water doing nothing to help. 

He took himself on his hand, gasping in relief. When he came earlier, he didn't even got to touch his cock, so the feeling was very welcomening. He strock it once, feeling the electric sensation of pleasure ripping through his body.

His hand got faster by the second, he needed to be quick, Kai and Beomgyu were about to get to the house too. And that is not mentioning Taehyun on the other side of the door. He moaned low, resting his forehead on the titles.

Soobin was on his fucking mind all the time. The pretty eyes he got permanent on his skin. The shapped lips he loved to kiss so much. And lips, that took his mind somewhere else. He could see it. Soobin on his knees. His cock inside the omega's mouth. Soobin would be so fucking good on that, he just knew. 

He came like that. Imagining his omega on his knees for him. 

While Yeonjun was taking his shower, Soobin and Taehyun were inside the room, the low sound of running water muffled behind the bathroom door.

Soobin was standing in his walk-in closet — a wide, softly lit space with pale wood shelves, neutrals everywhere, and the faint smell of the lavender detergent he always used. The closet was organized almost obsessively: shirts color-coordinated, pants folded with precision, a full section only for sweaters. On one corner, a long mirror reflected both omegas, their faces tinted by the warm yellow lighting.

“I don’t know if this would look good though,” Soobin murmured, holding up an all-ripped black shirt. The kind with holes in places that clearly weren’t accidental.

Taehyun sat cross-legged on the bed before finally standing and stepping into the closet too. His own clothes looked loud compared to Soobin’s: leather pants, a tight white T-shirt under an open mesh button-up that sparkled under the lights.

“It would look good,” he said casually, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“I don’t just want it to look good,” Soobin insists, voice soft but tense as he pushes shirt after shirt aside. “I... I want to wear something that is enough to keep the eyes on me.”

“Whose eyes?” Taehyun asks, walking deeper into the closet. His boots echo softly on the wooden floor “Yeonjun-hyung’s?”

He stops right in front of Soobin, eyebrow raised.

The older omega doesn’t answer. He just swallows and turns back to the shirts, fingers trembling slightly as he touches the fabric.

“There’s gonna be a lot of people there,” he whispers, barely audible. Vulnerability slips through without his permission.

“So?” Taehyun asks, brows pulling together.

“Pretty people,” Soobin adds, almost ashamed of saying it out loud.

“Again... so?” Taehyun repeats, stepping around him to see his face. “Come on, hyung. You know there could be a hundred people there and he would still be staring at you.”

Soobin looks away, jaw tight.

Taehyun tilts his head, studying him with soft suspicion.

“...Is this about the fact that you two are not having sex?” he says bluntly.

Soobin freezes. His eyes widen so fast Taehyun actually takes a step back.

“Unless you are,” the younger tries again, and Soobin’s cheeks instantly explode with color.

“Oh my god. You’re having sex.”

His voice jumps a tone — maybe two.

“Shut up,” Soobin hisses, waving his hands frantically as he glances toward the bathroom. He steps quickly to close the closet door so they won’t be overheard. 

“We are not having sex.”

He rests his back against the door, chest rising and falling quickly. His brown eyes look huge and terrified.

“Okay... but you are doing something,” Taehyun concludes, and these are exactly the moments Soobin hates how impossibly sharp he is.

“We…” he tries, but the words choke before they leave his mouth. He takes a deep breath, lowers his gaze. “We did some things.”

Taehyun’s expression softens. All the edge melts from his posture as he walks forward, slow, cautious, like approaching a wounded animal.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks softly.

Soobin closes his eyes. He wants to talk about it so badly it almost hurts. Every second, every touch, every breath with Yeonjun clings to him, sits heavy on his chest, begging to be spoken out loud. But he doesn’t know how. He never knew how. If he did, he wouldn’t have stayed silent for so long, wouldn’t have ended up with Kwang, wouldn’t be learning how to want again from zero.

Taehyun speaks again, quieter:

“You know it’s okay, right? It’s okay to want, hyung. It’s okay to feel desire, pleasure, need.” He reaches out, touches Soobin’s wrist gently. “Soobin, it’s okay to want it and get it.”

Soobin’s breath breaks. He tries not to crumble under the weight of that truth.

“You... did want it, right?” Taehyun’s voice lowers even more.

“So much,” Soobin whispers, head falling back against the door. His eyes are glossy. “I wanted so much, Tyun.”

“And that’s okay,” Taehyun reassures, squeezing his wrist. “You’re allowed to want.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Soobin confesses, voice cracking. The first tears escape, sliding down his cheeks before he can stop them.

Taehyun immediately steps forward and pulls him into a hug, wrapping his arms tight around Soobin’s waist. His scent — fresh, minty, grounding — fills Soobin’s lungs.

“What’s the problem, hyung...? Just talk to me.”

“I want more, Tyun,” Soobin says, gripping the back of Taehyun’s shirt as if holding on for life. “I want everything with him. I want to go all the way but—”

He inhales shakily, trying to steady himself.

“I’m so scared.”

“Of what, Soobin-hyung?” Taehyun asks into his shoulder. “You know Yeonjun-hyung would never hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of Junnie,” Soobin whispers. “I’m scared of myself. I’m scared of what it means... me... wanting him.”

Taehyun pulls back enough to look into his eyes.

“It means you’re human, hyung. It means you’re in love. It means you’re attracted to him. It means you’re feeling.”

His hand cups Soobin’s cheek with surprising tenderness.

“And feeling is never a bad thing.”

Soobin swallows, tears falling freely now, but for the first time in a long time, the fear feels less sharp — because he’s not carrying it alone.

Soobin stays quiet, just letting himself be held by the other boy. Sometimes he felt like Taehyun was the oldest one of the two, well, of the five if he is being honest. The boy was mature about most things. The only subject that got him to act irrational is Yunho.

"Is it... is it good?" Soobin asks after a while.

"What is?"

"Sex"

"Yeah, for most people it is... it can be" He says to Soobin's confused eyes "For me... if it's Yunho, then yes, it's good. If it's someone else... it's not bad, but I don't actually like it that much".

"Why do you think it's better with Yunho?"

"Because I'm in love with him" He says at once "Because I know he loves me... because I trust him enough to not need to hide from it".

"It?"

"Pleasure" he says "When I'm with other people, sometimes I just don't feel like I can be myself.. I'm not that comfortable with them" He opens the closet door, pulling Soobin by the hand to sit on the bed, cheking that the water in the shower is still on, so Yeonjun is still inside "Sex is supposed to be about relief, relaxing.. when I'm with people I don't feel anything for... it's not that for me". 

"That makes sense" Soobin says thinking about the words.

"When you and Yeonjun Hyung did it" The omega starts carefully, afraid of bothering the older one "How did you feel?".

"Free" It's the first word that comes out his mouth "I felt like I didn't need to think about anything" Those feelings coming back to him "I felt loved.. and desired" A small smile appears on his lips "I knew I could just let go, and he would hold me... I felt safe".

"Those, right there, are the reason I don't think you have anything to be scared of" He says "He loves you, he's gonna get you if you fall" He says looking at the older "Hyung, we're talking about you being scared... but have you ever asked Yeonjun Hyung how he feels?".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... what you've been through, that's fucked up" He says first, as to make sure Soobin knows he is on his side "You said that guy broke you whole... And Yeonjun Hyung is the one picking up the pieces" He concludes "Have you ever though about how scared he(Itálico) must be?".

"I... not really" Soobin says realising he never took the time to undertand Yeonjun's feelings. His stomach twisting in guilt.

"I'm not trying to get you to feel bad Hyung" Taehyun says reaching for his hand "I'm just saying... you should talk to him. Not about how you feel, but instead, trying to understand how he feels. That might even help with your fear".

"I... yeah, I guess you're right" He says.

"I'm always right" Taehyun jokes "Now tell me... what did you two do?".

Soobin blushes again, hiding his face on his hands and groaning, hearing to Taehyun's laugh "We just... we were making out and" He looks everywhere except Taehyun's face "I kinda asked him to touch me".

"And he did?".

"Yeah, yeah he did" He says, his ears on fire as he remembers Yeonjun's hands and lips all over his body.

"I'm guessing you liked it" Taehyun says giggling. 

"I did" He confesses "I wanted more... I wanted to touch him too".

"Well, good news for you" Taehyun says getting up the bed and back into the closet "You can, he is your boyfriend" He says picking a shirt and throwing at Soobin "Put this on" He turns to look for pants "Plus, you really should touch him".

"How... how does it feel to... you know" He gestures with his hands, one of them closing into a fist and the other one putting out one finger to put inside his closed hand.

"You have fingered yourself before Hyung, I'm sure you know how it feels" Taehyun says throwing him some pants.

"And I'm sure it's not the same thing" Soobin says putting on the clothes Taehyun picked for him.

"You're right, it isn't" The youngest one confesses "There's something about not being able to control it. The speed, the force. And of course, it's different knowing that is someone you want doing it with you".

"So... it's good?".

"Yeah, yeah it's good" He says biting his lips "I'm guessing you and Yeonjun Hyung didn't do that".

"Yeah, we didn't" He says finishing to put his shirt on "I kinda freaked out when he got to close" He says brushing his shoulders.

"And that's okay" Taehyun says handing him a chocker "It's ok if you're not ready for everything just yet".

"I want to though" He says putting the chocker on, above the necklace Yeonjun gave him "I want to do it... I want him to do it" He says looking in the mirror, adjusting some details on his outfit. 

"Tell him that" Taehyun says "I'm sure he won't have a problem with it".

They hear the doorbell, loud enough to make both of them jump. Taehyun nearly drops the shirt he was folding.

“Kai or Gyu, you think?” Soobin asks as they head downstairs together, still adjusting the hem of his outfit like he hadn’t been spiraling in the closet five minutes ago.

Taehyun snorts. “You’re insane if you think they aren’t coming together. Those two are basically conjoined at this point.”

Soobin rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling when he opens the front door.

Kai and Beomgyu stand there shoulder-to-shoulder like two delinquent golden retrievers, arms full of assorted alcohol. Kai looks soft, smiling gently; Beomgyu looks like he’s about to cause trouble on purpose.

“Hi, Hyungs,” Kai says first, and before Soobin can respond, the younger alpha leans in and hugs him—tight, warm, grounding. Then he moves straight to Taehyun, hugging him too and kissing the tops of both their heads like he pays rent in affection alone.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu just pushes past Soobin as if he owns the place.

“There’s vodka, gin, whiskey, and beer. It’s up to you,” he announces like a bartender who’s already sick of his customers. He makes a beeline to the kitchen without so much as a hello.

Taehyun closes the door, shaking his head. “One day someone’s gonna punch him.”

“Not today,” Kai says with a soft laugh, looping his arm around Taehyun’s waist for a second before following them inside.

Soobin leads the way to the kitchen, where Beomgyu has already claimed half the counter like some sort of gremlin king. Bottles everywhere, glasses lined up with surprising precision.

“You’re supposed to be here at 8 p.m.,” Soobin scolds, leaning against the counter. “It’s almost 9, Beomgyu.”

“Well, life is like that,” Beomgyu shrugs, as if that is both an explanation and a philosophy. He’s already pouring drinks like he owns a bar. “Where’s Yeonjun-hyung?”

“Shower,” Taehyun answers, climbing up to sit on the island counter like he lives there. 

Beomgyu hands him a glass, and Taehyun accepts it without question, bringing it immediately to his lips.

Kai comes up behind him and flicks his thigh lightly. “You didn’t even ask what was in that.”

“It’s Beomgyu,” Taehyun says, shrugging. “It’s either alcohol or poison. Kind of the same effect.”

“Rude,” Beomgyu mutters, handing Soobin a drink too. “Here, Hyung, this one is actually good. Because I like you.”

“You like everyone,” Taehyun says.

“Yeah, but I like Hyung in a nice way,” Beomgyu insists, batting his eyes exaggeratedly at Soobin.

Kai snorts. “That is such a lie.”

Soobin hides a smile behind his glass. The house feels warmer the second these three come in—loud, chaotic, safe.

Kai nudges him gently. “Hyung, you look really good, by the way.”

Soobin’s cheeks warm instantly. “Thanks, Kai.”

Beomgyu throws himself into a chair dramatically. “Of course he looks good. Hyung’s trying to impress someone.”

Taehyun raises a brow. “Wow, subtle. Who could that be, I wonder?”

Kai grins. “Hmm, maybe the guy who’s definitely going to walk down those stairs looking like sin in about ten minutes?”

“Oh my god, stop—” Soobin covers his face with one hand.

“Nope,” Beomgyu says immediately. “If we had to see you two all lovey-dovey this week, you can handle a little teasing.”

Taehyun swings his legs lightly. “He’s right. And also... Hyung, Yeonjun is going to lose his mind when he sees you tonight.”

Soobin’s heart does that stupid flutter thing again—and Taehyun sees it, smirks, and bumps their shoulders together.

Kai pats his back gently. “Don’t be nervous. You and Yeonjun-hyung are disgustingly in love. It’ll be fine.”

“Disgustingly,” Beomgyu repeats.

“I hate all of you,” Soobin mumbles.

They all laugh—warm, loud, familiar.

And for the first time all day, Soobin feels steady. Like maybe tonight won’t be so scary after all.

“I heard my name—what is it?” a voice comes from behind them, smooth and low, lightly amused.

They all turn.

And stop.

Yeonjun doesn’t just walk into the kitchen—he takes over the room.

The warm light hits him in that unfair way: catching on the fabric of his shirt, cutting shadows along the muscles of his torso, highlighting every sharp line of his face.

He looks... gorgeous. Ridiculously gorgeous. Outrageously gorgeous.

His black shirt is made of a soft, slightly glossy material that fits perfectly over his broad shoulders, clinging just right without seeming tight. The top two buttons are undone, showing the clean line of his collarbones and a teasing amount of chest—just enough to ruin someone’s night. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, baring strong arms and faint veins.

His pants are entirely illegal: black, fitted, hugging the lines of his thighs a bit too well. The black-and-silver belt draws the eye exactly where it shouldn’t.

His hair is perfectly messy—the kind of messy no one knows if it took work or if he just naturally wakes up this annoyingly attractive. His lips are pink and soft, and his eyes… that deadly mix of charm and confidence that makes Soobin forget how to breathe.

Kai gets a hug and a kiss on the head.

Soobin just stands there.

Calm on the outside.

Completely undone inside.

His stomach flips, his heart stumbles in his chest, and he has to swallow hard. Yeonjun’s scent—warm, woodsy, something inherently him—reaches him before the alpha even gets close. And Soobin’s whole body responds, buzzing, nervous, a little too awake.

Beomgyu, of course, notices everything and pounces.

“Wow,” he says, slow and dramatic, eyes traveling from Yeonjun’s boots to his open collar. “Who are you trying to seduce dressed like that, Jun-Jun?”

Yeonjun shoots him the flattest look “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“And I told you it suits you,” Gyu shrugs, leaning on the counter. “Look at you. All this sexy-alpha energy with the buttons undone... Are you sure you’re not about to jump on a stage and sing some slow erotic ballad?”

Kai joins in immediately “I was thinking more like ‘hot male lead in episode three right before the shower scene.’”

Taehyun lifts his glass “I agree.”

“You’re all unbearable,” Yeonjun says, though he’s already smiling, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Beomgyu keeps going “Seriously, how long did you spend picking this outfit? One hour? Two? More time than Soobin spent doing his makeup for that date last week?”

Soobin nearly chokes on his drink "PARK BEOMGYU!” (Spoiler of who is this one father...)

Kai raises both hands. “Hey, it’s true. And if the goal was to make an impression... mission accomplished. Even I looked at him and thought, damn.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes “I didn’t dress to impress anyone.”

“LIE,” Beomgyu says loudly, pointing at him. “Look at this. Perfume. Hair. The shirt. If someone shines a light behind you right now, you’ll look like a trailer shot.”

Yeonjun inhales, exasperated, picks up the drink Beomgyu clearly made for him, and walks straight toward Soobin.

The room narrows for the omega.

Each step Yeonjun takes presses into him like a heartbeat. The scent, the presence, the voice—everything pulls at him, pulls him in. When Yeonjun finally reaches his side, Soobin feels his knees weaken.

The alpha’s hand finds his waist effortlessly, fingers firm, landing exactly where Soobin is most sensitive. He pulls him closer without asking, and Soobin goes without resisting.

“Well...” Yeonjun murmurs, voice low enough to raise goosebumps. “Not anyone. Just..." He leans in, kisses Soobin’s cheek—slow, warm, lingering. “...Soobin.”

Kai makes a sound of pure disgust “Ugh, I’m gonna gag.”

Beomgyu bursts out laughing “Is that a threat or a promise?”

Taehyun hides a smile behind his glass.

Soobin tries to say something, but Yeonjun is too close. Too pretty. Too warm. Too... much.

So he whispers, breath catching:

“Consider... consider me impressed.”

Yeonjun pauses—just long enough for the tension to spark—and then smiles, slow and almost predatory.

He tilts in, nose brushing along Soobin’s neck. The kiss he leaves above the scent gland is soft but firm enough to make Soobin shiver, toes curling in his shoes.

The hand on his waist slides up, pulling him fully against his chest.

Soobin grabs his arm without meaning to.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” Yeonjun whispers against his skin, “I’m gonna think you’re trying to kill me.”

Soobin lets out a shaky laugh. “I should be the one saying that…”

Yeonjun rests his forehead gently against Soobin’s, keeping him close.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says, quiet and honest. “Didn’t think it was possible to get even prettier, but... you do.”

Soobin melts.

Behind them, Beomgyu groans.

“Oh my god, they’ve entered the eye-shining stage.”

Kai crosses his arms. “Can you at least let us drink before turning into a drama?”

Yeonjun slips an arm around Soobin’s waist, intentionally possessive.

“You guys can deal with it,” he says, lifting his glass with his free hand. “I already found where I wanna stay all night.”

"Hyung" Beomgyu called, both of them looking "Yeonjun Hyung" He specifies "Can I talk to you for a second? In private?".

"Sure thing" Yeonjun says moving "Let's go" He motions and Beomgyu follows him, both of them going to the outside space.

Yeonjun settles into one of the lounge chairs by the pool, the night air warm against his skin, water shimmering under the soft backyard lights. Beomgyu drops into the chair across from him, slouching with a kind of restless exhaustion, fingers curled tight around a glass filled with dark liquor. 

Both alphas look like they belong at a party, but neither looks particularly in the mood for one.

For a long moment, they say nothing, only the faint ripple of the pool filling the silence.

“Is he seeing someone?” Beomgyu asks finally, eyes fixed on the shifting reflection of the lights in the water. He takes a slow swallow, then another, as if the alcohol could soften the question.

Yeonjun glances at him knowingly. “When are you going to tell him how you feel, Gyu?”

“Never,” Beomgyu replies instantly, almost before the sentence finishes leaving Yeonjun’s mouth. 

He downs another gulp. 

“I just—he seemed so excited to go to this party. Kai. Excited. For a party.” He huffs a humorless laugh. “We both know he’s not a party guy, Hyung. Not unless someone he wants to impress is going.”

He pauses, jaw tightening. 

“Is he seeing someone?”

Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “He’s just as much your friend as he is mine. I don’t know why you think I’d magically have that information.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Beomgyu finally lifts his gaze to him, eyes glassy but steady. “I love Kai. You know I do. But he confides in you differently. It’s always been like that.”

He tips the glass again—Yeonjun still has no idea how there’s any liquor left. 

“I’m not trying to gossip, Hyung.” His voice thins, stripped of bravado. “I just... I want to know if I should be prepared. If I should walk into that party ready—” His eyes soften, breaking at the edges. “If it were Soobin, you’d want to know too.”

Yeonjun lets out a long breath and drinks from his own cup. “You’re right,” he admits quietly. “I would.”

He hesitates, because he already knows this will hurt. 

“There’s this guy. They hooked up.”

The effect is immediate. Beomgyu’s scent folds inward, constricting with a kind of wounded quiet, and Yeonjun feels something in his own chest twist painfully.

“An omega?” Beomgyu asks, barely audible.

There are many things Yeonjun hates—disorganization, cheap alcohol, Beomgyu’s atrocious playlists. But nothing in the world compares to how much he hates moments like this. Because Beomgyu, tall and gorgeous and too damn confident for his own good, suddenly looks small. Fragile. Like the world is too sharp for him.

“Yeah,” Yeonjun says softly. Lying would only be cruelty disguised as comfort.

Beomgyu lets out a bitter laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Now you see why I’ll never tell him how I feel.” His voice dwindles to a whisper. “I’m not an omega, Hyung. I don’t want to be one.” His fingers tighten around the glass. “But he wants that. And I’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.”

“Gyu... It’s Kai we’re talking about,” Yeonjun says gently. “He’d never throw you away. Not for this. And don’t pretend you don’t see how he looks at you.”

Another laugh—this one sharper, almost mocking himself. 

“I see it. But I also see him flirting around. I hear him talking about kids. Marriage.” He stands abruptly, pacing a few steps like staying still has become unbearable. “I can’t give him any of that.”

Yeonjun stands too, moving toward him. “Have you even asked him if that’s what he wants?” His voice is soft, but firm. “Don’t you think he deserves to know how you feel? Don’t you think he has the right to decide what he wants—not what you assume he does?”

Beomgyu’s head snaps up, eyes fierce and wet. “I see how he looks at me,” he whispers. “And we both know he sees how I look at him too.” His voice cracks just slightly, hoarse. “He knows, Hyung. He just decided not to do anything about it.”

The tear that escapes down Beomgyu’s cheek hits Yeonjun like a punch. He doesn’t think—he just reaches out, grabs the younger alpha by the nape, and pulls him into his chest. Beomgyu folds into him silently, face pressed into Yeonjun’s shirt, shoulders shaking once in a suppressed breath.

“We don’t have to go to the party if you don’t want to,” Yeonjun murmurs into his hair, protective in a way that feels almost instinctual.

But Beomgyu pulls back, wiping at his face with the back of his hand. “I want to,” he says, steadier than before. “I want to have fun with you guys.” He breathes in, then out, finding something close to resolve. “And I don’t want my night to depend on what Kai does.”

Yeonjun squeezes his shoulder, pride blooming in his chest. “Then we’re going. And you’re sticking by me the whole night.”

Beomgyu huffs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Only if you promise not to ditch me for Soobin.”

Yeonjun laughs. “No promises.”

The younger alpha rolls his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders finally begins to loosen.

When Yeonjun goes to reply him, they hear the kitchen door that leads outside opening, Soobin's frame passing by it "I'm sorry to interrupt, Taehyun is asking about the whiskey" He says to Beomgyu.

The youngest alpha moves to get inside the house, mumbling something under his breath about Taehyun beeing addicted to alcool, causing both Soobin and Yeonjun to smile.

When he gets inside Soobin turns to Yeonjun. The alpha looks at him, sitting on the chair he was before and standing out a hand in his direction. Soobin smiles and takes the hand, sitting on the middle of the alpha's opened legs. 

Yeonjun reaches a hand and brushes the omega's bangs away from his eyes "Everything okay?" Soobin asks looking at him. 

"Yeah, it's just... Beomgyu and Kai" he sighs "I just, I don't get it. I don't understand why they can't just talk" He sighs dropping his head on Soobin's shoulder. The boy passes his legs over Yeonjun's, intertwining them.

"I do.. I get it" Soobin says "I did the same thing... I hid it for years" Yeonjun's head moves up, to look into his eyes "I loved you for years before anything even happened" He remembers the alpha "Not everyone is brave like you Junnie".

Yeonjun stays quiet, looking at him for a while.

"I don't think I was brave" He whispers, the silence of the night being enough for making even a whisper sound like a scream "I could've said it before... the only thing that made me gather the balls to was how scared I was of losing you".

"Losing me?" Soobin asks confused.

"To him" He says avoiding the omega's eyes.

Soobin holds his chin and forces him to look "You would never lose me to him" He promises "I would always be yours anyway... have been since I can remember" He says caressing the alpha's jaw "Was it scary for you? to confess?".

"Fuck, so much" The alpha says "I was almost throwing up Bin" Both of them are serious, not daring to leash out a joke "And when you got out that door... fuck, I thought I had lost you for good Soobin" He says holding the omega's thighs stronger.

"That's what I mean... I think that's their fear" Soobin says "Yeah, they know they like each other, that's obvious but I mean, didn't we?" That gets Yeonjun to think "Jun, we kissed, sure, let's say it was for me to learn".

"You sure as hell did" Yeonjun says without thinking. Soobin looks at him and gestures for him to shut up, what he does without even asking.

"As I was saying" Soobin starts "We used that as an excuse, you know that... sure, it was to learn at first, maybe second, even third time... but when we kissed on the kitchen counter, when you pressed me against this pool's wall, when you snuck into my room in the middle of the night to kiss me, when we... when we rutted against each other until we came".

Yeonjun shivers, the thought of that coming back to him.

"That wasn't for learning" Soobin says and Yeonjun nods, he is absolutely right "We knew Jun, both of us".

"Yeah, you're right" Yeonjun says when he notices that Soobin ended his sentence "Fuck we did know" He admits to it and Soobin smiles, watching as the reality of things hit Yeonjun. It's funnier than it should be.

"I'm curious though" Soobin says after a while "What would you have done if.. if the date went well?". 

"Kill myself" He jokes and Soobin laughs with him "I was planning on talking to you the next day" He says "But if it had gone well, if that's what you wanted... him I mean... I guess I would need some time, but I would still be here. I'd still be your best friend".

Soobin smiles at that "For the record, I never did".

"Did what?" Yeonjun asks.

"I never wanted him" Soobin confesses. Where did this boldness of him came from? The alpha doesn't know, but it was very welcome "Not the way I want you at least" He says brushing off his shoulders.

"You're... you're gonna kill me someday Soobin" The alpha says, causing the omega to smile.

"Not my goal here". 

"Just so you know Bin" He says and the omega stares into his eyes "I love you, and us, I would never change this for anything in the world".

His hand reaches the omega's cheek, caressing him.

"But if I could choose... I'd pick for your date to be everything you dreamed of" Soobin feels his eyes water "It would be amazing, he would be everything you wanted... if I had to, I would pick that I thousand times".

Soobin leans foward and kisses him. His hands holding the alpha's hair as Yeonjun's ones move to hold his waist. They kiss for a while, savoring each other's mouth and the taste from their drinks. 

Soobin is also the one who breaks away first "Can I ask you something?".

"Sure babe".

"What we did earlier" He stars and sees the smirk on the alpha's face, deciding to ignore it "I always talk about how scared I am of sex... aren't you?".

Yeonjun looks at him for a while, the smirk gone from his lips "You want me to be honest?".

Soobin nods "Always".

"I'm fucking terrified" He confesses, feeling the weight coming of his chest "I want you so bad Soobin, there are days when I think I can't do this to you, I can't let myself go there, I can't afford to lose my shit". 

He keeps looking at the omega.

"But then... then you smile at me, and you kiss me, and I can smell... I can smell the want in you... those are the days I know I can't stay away... even if I wanted to, and I don't".

Soobin keeps looking at him, knowing that the alpha is not over. He whishes he had asked before, he whished Yeonjun wasn't living with all of this hidden inside him. Fuck, he should've asked before.

"I don't wanna do things without thinking Bin.. I don't wanna lose control and just do it. I want it to be good for you" He sighs "I want to show you that this, that wanting, is a good thing" He gestures between them "I wanna give you everything Soobin... wanna make it breathtaking, to watch you loosing yourself in pleasure... in me, in us".

Every word made Soobin's body shiver. Yeonjun's voice coming hoarse. He could feel his own body starting to like the words a little too much.

"But I'm terrified I won't be good enough" He says.

Soobin opens his mouth to answer, but Yeonjun is not done yet.

"I am even more terrified that I'll lose control of myself and just... get myself lost in pleasure and not taking you with me, and" he takes a breath "I almost did... that day on the supply closet" He says looking at the omega's eyes "You said I looked like I wanted to rip your clothes off.. I wanted it, I almost did it"

Soobin remembers that day clear as light.

"I was keeping myself together but... fuck Soobin, when I smelled you, when I smelled... it" He says and Soobin goes red, but doesn't move, he is far to interested in this "You were so wet Soobin... and you looked like you wanted me".

"I did" Soobin confesses "I still do.. Jun, I want you so much" He says and Yeonjun has to close his eyes to take a breath.

"You have me... I'm yours".

"Fuck, I love when you say that" He says and Yeonjun smiles, knowing how possessive the boy is "Jun" He calls and Yeonjun looks into his eyes "You don't have to worry about any of this" The omega says "I want you.. and I want more, everytime we kiss a little bit more than normal, I want you to rip off my clothes".

Yeonjun takes in a deep breath, trying to control his needs, his dick already hard from this conversation. 

"I'm not worried for a second about it beeing good for me... I know you'll make it good".

"I will" Yeonjun says buring his face on the omega's neck, taking in his scent "I'll make it so good for you Soobin" he promises over and over again.

"I know, I believe you" Soobin says holding his hair and pulling him away from his neck to look at him, the alpha's eyes already hazy from need "I want you to lose control... alpha" That's enough to pull out a roar from the alpha's throat.

Before he can even think, Yeonjun's lips are on his. The alpha's hands moving to grab his ass and pull him into his lap. He goes easily, finding his rightfull place on the other's legs, kissing him back with need. 

"Fuck you look so good on these clothes baby" Yeonjun says as he moves to kiss his neck "This shirt fits you so well" He says entering his hand inside the shirt, caressing the whole expanse of Soobin's stomach.

His hands move higher, brushing past one of the omega's nipples, hearing a broken low moan of Soobin. He moves and pinches the nipple, feeling the omega moving on his lap, driving him even crazier. For someone who already came twice on the day, he is out of control.

"And these pants" He says moving his hands lower, gropping Soobin's ass to control the moviments on his lap "It marks your ass so well, such a pretty ass Soobin" He says biting down his neck, how he came to learn that Soobin likes it "And don't get me start on the choker baby".

"You like it?" Soobin asks with dificulty, still rocking against him.

"The choker? You're insane Soobin".

"Are you into that?" He asks, leaning down to kiss the alpha's neck this once, reversing the game "Choking Hyung, you into that?".

"Fuck" Yeonjun says gropping him harder "Do you?" He asks back.

"I don't know it would feel with you doing it" He confesses "But when I'm alone... when I touch myself... I like it" And suddently the vision comes clear on Yeonjun's mind. Soobin, layed out in bed, one hand inside himself while his other hand chokes himself.

"How... how do you touch yourself Soobin? tell me... tell Hyung what you do to feel good".

"I..." A moan rips out his throat "My fingers, most of the time" He confesses, not even feeling embarrassed, the hornyness stronger than his thoughts.

"You like it?" Yeonjun asks still guiding his movements on his laps "You come like that baby?" He asks leaning closer, brushing his lips on Soobin's ear "Tell me Soobin... You come with your pretty fingers inside?".

"I.." Soobin can't even think anymore "Yes, yes Hyung, come on my fingers" He admits to it "Wish it was yours, been wishing it forever" Yeonjun just wants to thanks all the gods, of every religion, for giving him the pleasure to be the one Soobin wants.

"It will be... if you want that, I'll give it to you Soobin... I'll give you everything"

When Yeonjun is about to open the omega's pants, they hear the door opening again. Both of them freezing, Soobin hides his face on Yeonjun's neck, embarrassed that one of his friends was going to see him like this. Yeonjun covers him with his own body as best as he can.

The only thing that relieves Soobin is hearing Taehyun's voice "The two of you can have sex later, come on, it's time to go" He says and goes back inside the house. 

Both of the boys stay silent for a minute. Soobin feels his face getting hot and redder as he remembers every word he said in the last few minutes. Fuck he wanted to disappear, die, pass out, anything.

"You ok?" Yeonjun asks to be sure. Soobin only groans, not taking his face off the other's neck "Hey, baby" He calls twice, before forcing Soobin to look at him. He smiles at the omega, giving him quick press of lips "I love you.. don't hide, there's nothing to be embarrassed of".

Soobin only groans "We have to go" He says getting of the alpha's lap and going straight inside the house, hearing Yeonjun's laugh behind him as he follows. Fuck, the night hadn't even started.

The second they stepped into the party, Yeonjun remembered exactly why he’d thought this was a terrible idea.

Not that he didn’t like parties—he did, he thrived in them. Bass, lights, attention, flirting, alcohol… that was his natural habitat.

But tonight?

Tonight something felt off. Wrong, even.

Maybe it was because the party was at someone’s house. A big one, sure, but chaotic in a way that screamed danger.

The front yard was already packed—girls in glitter and short skirts, boys in ripped jeans and crop tops, alphas, omegas, betas, bodies everywhere, drinking, shouting, playing beer pong, 

making out against trees. Jin-rich perfume mixed with cheap alcohol and pheromones.

Yeonjun had been one of those people before—pressing an omega against a tree, half-drunk, hands everywhere.

But now?

Soobin was here.

And Soobin did not belong in this kind of chaos.

Inside the house was somehow worse. Something that used to be a living room was now a dance floor, lights low and pulsing. A DJ—someone Yeonjun recognized instantly—was set up in the corner.
(He prayed no one else noticed how well he knew him.)

People recognized him immediately.

“Hey, Jun!”
“Yo, long time no see!”
“Hi cutie, you look gorgeous tonight—”

That last one earned a very visible side-eye from the omega beside him. Soobin didn’t even try to hide it.

And that—that right there—was why this felt wrong.

Because while the world blurred around them, Soobin was tangible, breakable, precious.

He shouldn’t be surrounded by drunk strangers who could bump into him, grab him, touch him, try something—

Yeonjun’s jaw tightened.

An arm suddenly hooked across his chest from behind. He stiffened for half a second until the scent hit him.

“Hi, darling,” Wooyoung sing-sang, sliding around him with a grin before stopping in front of him. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

“Neither did I,” Yeonjun sighed.

Wooyoung turned to the others, greeting each boy warmly before gesturing toward the hallway “Sannie’s in the kitchen. Drinks are there. Come on.”

“San is here?” Yeonjun asked, keeping one hand firmly on the small of Soobin’s back as if guiding him through a war zone.

“He came to visit,” Wooyoung shrugged.

“I haven’t seen him in forever,” Yeonjun muttered. “Gotta threaten him, then.”

Wooyoung snorted “Be my guest, but good luck beating Hoonjong-hyung’s bite mark.”

The kitchen surprised him—not as big as he expected, but expensive-looking. Marble counters, soft yellow lighting, bottles everywhere.

San and Mingi were leaning against the counter talking while Yunho made drinks for them.

Yeonjun saw the exact moment Yunho’s eyes flicked up and landed on Taehyun.

The boy froze mid-stir.

Taehyun didn’t even notice him.

Or pretended not to.

Typical.

“Jun!” San’s voice snapped his attention back. Yeonjun barely had time to react before San practically tackled him with a hug.

He laughed, hugging back with one arm while refusing to let go of Soobin completely “God, I haven’t seen you in forever,” San said, pulling away with a hand still gripping Yeonjun’s shoulder.

“That’s because you moved away, punk.” Yeonjun flicked his forehead. “You look the same.”

“You mean nice,” San corrected instantly.

Yeonjun snorted. “Sure.”

Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai had already gravitated toward the counter, stealing Yunho’s bottles and mixing their own drinks.

“Now,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms. “Let’s talk about how you bit my best friend without telling me.”

San raised a brow. “Thought Soobin was your best friend.”

“Soobin is my boyfriend. Different category.”

San’s eyes sparkled with trouble. “Speaking of which—” He leaned sideways past Yeonjun to smile at Soobin “Hi, Soobinie.”

“Hi, hyung.” Soobin smiled softly.

“You finally woke up, huh?” San said, turning back to Yeonjun with an all-too-judgmental expression. “Took you long enough.”

“Do you remember,” Yeonjun countered, “that the only reason you and Woo are together is because he finally grew the balls to confess? After four years of pining?”

“Yeah,” San shrugged easily, “but I still got him.”

“And I got Soobin,” Yeonjun fired back, smug as ever.

Anyone overhearing would think they were about to fight. But this was normal—this was how they spoke.

“I’m happy for you, man. For you and Woo,” Yeonjun added more softly, nodding toward the faint bite on San’s neck.

“Thanks, Jun. And in a while it’s going to be you.”

Yeonjun flushed. Actually flushed.

“Yeah... maybe,” he muttered, pulling Soobin closer by the waist.

They made themselves drinks—one each, promising not to overdo it. They wanted to enjoy the night, not forget it.

The group fell into easy conversation. Jokes, teasing, pushing each other’s buttons. Familiar warmth despite the chaos around them.

Still, Yeonjun didn’t miss anything.

He saw the way Yunho’s hands drifted lower around Taehyun’s waist, the way the omega leaned back ever so slightly.

He didn’t understand those two, probably never would.

But if Taehyun was happy, he wouldn’t meddle.

And Beomgyu—

Yeonjun definitely noticed the bitter scent that rolled off him the moment the omega Kai had been hooking up with arrived.

He ignored it, but he saw Kai’s eyes sweeping over Beomgyu’s body before the omega threw an arm around the newcomer’s shoulder.

Beomgyu saw it too.

And his eye roll spoke louder than any pheromone ever could.

"Dance with me?" Yeonjun asks the omega on his side. Soobin looks at him, eyes wide, putting his glass down and nodding with his head. Yeonjun smiles and takes his hand, walking both of them to the dance floor.

"I don't know how to dance" Soobin mumbles as they stand inside the dance floor.

Yeonjun smiles, getting closer to him, he places one hand on Soobin's hip and the other goes to his back, pressing, causing the omega to take a step foward, putting their bodies together. At this moment its just chest to chest, theis breaths intertwining.

"That's not true" Yeonjun says starting to move to the rythim, bringing Soobin with him. He leans and brushes his lips on Soobin's ear "You sure as hell can move your hips" he whispers licking the shell of his ear, feeling the omega shiver and hearing a low breath "It's why I can't sleep at night... it keeps haunting me".

"Hyung" The omega says low, his hands clutching to the alpha's hair. 

Soobin moves along with him, rubbing on each other. He is the one who leans and takes a lick on the other's neck, hearing his breath stutter. 

"You smell nice" He says againts his neck.

"Yeah? It's bacuse of you, I smell like you" The alpha says.

They know it isn't true. Sure, they are smelling like each other because they are together a lot. But the only way an alpha smells like an omega or vice versa, is either if they scent each other, or if they have contact with each other's cum.

Yeonjun is just rilling him up, he knows that, but the thought of Yeonjun smelling like him was addictive.

"You came so good on my hands earlier, I think I'll be able to smell it forever" Yeonjun says biting on his neck "I had to jerk myself off in the bathroom before taking my shower, your smell everywhere, you're like a fucking drug Soobin" They never stop moving on the beat "I'm addicted to you".

"You.. you had to jerk off?".

"You expected me not to? after you show up in that damn towel, with nothing underneath it?" The alpha's hands slide lower, to the low of his back "Can I?" He asks and hears a 'yeah', before moving his hands to Soobin's ass, squeezing it "Fuck, I love your ass".

Soobin shivers at the touch, he wants more, but he knows where they are. He is the one who pulls away, just an inch, but enough to pull theis bodies appart "Not here" He says to Yeonjun's confused eyes.

The alpha looks around and realizes where they are too "Sorry, got caugh up on it" He says smiling at the omega, going back to dance together, but with more respect to the ones around them. He knew no one was looking at them, too busy with their own lifes, but it bothered Soobin, so a not it was.

"Can I ask you something" Soobin says to him, getting a positive nod "What San said in the kitchen... is that something you want?".

"What?".

"You know.." Soobin gets red "The bite mark".

"Yeah, it's something I want, someday, when you're ready" He says honest, looking at the omega, who's eyes were wide open.

"You... with me?".

"Of course with you" Yeonjun says as it is the most obvious thing in the planet "I want you Soobin, there's no one else, get that inside your head" He says giving the omega a kiss on the cheek "If it's not you... I don't want anyone".

"Justin Bieber has a song about that" The omega says without thinking, causing the alpha to throw his head back, laughing. 

"That's your answer?" He asks laughing.

"I.. I mean I.. stop laughing Hyung, it was the first thing that came to my mind" Soobin says slapping his chest.

"Sorry baby, it was just un-expected" he says to the omega, controlling his smile "You're so cute" He says giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"For the record, I want that too" Soobin says looking at him "The bite, I want that too, someday".

"Someday" Yeonjun repeats "You name it, I'll give it to you" He says leaning closer 

"You say like me being ready means you're gonna be too" Soobin says smiling.

"Bin, I'm already ready" Yeonjun says looking into his eyes "The secon you want it, I'm ready".

"You're... you're ready to be mine?" The omega asks eyes wide open.

"Bin, I'm already yours" He says serious "You wanna mark me? I'll gladly give to you, but if you don't, I'll still be yours, all yours, only yours".

"Mine?" Soobin asks low. 

"Who else love? there's no one else, I don't want anyone else" Probably not a conversation they should be having in the middle of a dance floor but well "You're the only person I've ever belonged to".

"Hyung" The omega's voice comes broken "I'm yours too".

"Say it again" Yeonjun says, he needs to hear it again.

"I'm yours Jun".

"Yes, yes you are" He says leaning to kiss the omega. Soobin kisses him back, hands grippin his hair stronger and Yeonjun's hands fall back to his ass, pullin him closer, mouths and tongues already to familiar with each other.

Soobin is the one who breaks the kiss "I'm thirsty, saw some soda on the kitchen" He says and Yeonjun smiles, taking him by the hand back to the kitchen. Thank God neither of them were drunk, it helped avoid problems.

But what Yeonjun didn't saw coming was right there when he walked inside the kitchen. Everything seemed normal, everyone who was there before was still there. The difference was.. in a corner of the room, Beomgyu had Mingi pined against a wall as his tongue demolished his neck.

Yeonjun just laughed at the scene, Beomgyu is Beomgyu. And he went to grab Soobin's soda, sitting the omega on the counter.

The party was going fine—better than any of them expected, to be honest. They had done everything they could to distract themselves: they talked, danced, kissed. They even played beer pong, although Yeonjun kept handing all of his shots to Beomgyu and Taehyun took Soobin’s for him, since the two boys had made a silent agreement not to drink more than the bare minimum.

Now they were outside.

The backyard was wide and lit only by string lights wrapped around the fence, giving everything a warm, hazy glow. Music vibrated through the closed windows behind them, muffled but still rhythmic.

Taehyun and Yunho had taken over one of the couches, sitting close—too close to be casual—and were deep in a conversation that had completely shut out the rest of the world. Their knees touched, their scents blending so perfectly Yeonjun wondered how they hadn’t figured themselves out sooner.

Mingi and Beomgyu had disappeared minutes ago, claiming they were going to “look for a quieter place to talk,” which made Kai roll his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his skull.

Soobin and Wooyoung stood by one of the stone walls, talking animatedly about all the stupid things they had done when they were younger—sneaking into hotels, skipping school, convincing Yeonjun that ghost hunting was a hobby they desperately needed to try. Their laughter was soft and nostalgic, full of shared memories.

Yeonjun and San leaned against the wall beside them, talking about football. It was mostly San complaining about injuries and Yeonjun pretending he didn’t miss playing.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Yeonjun saw him from the corner of his eye—a stranger approaching the group. Tall alpha, sharp jawline, a metallic scent that instantly screamed trouble. San noticed it at the same time.

Both alphas straightened slightly, instincts snapping into focus.

The guy stopped right in front of Soobin and Wooyoung.

“Hi,” the stranger said, voice too casual to be respectful. “You guys go to Uni?”

His attention was fixed on the two omegas.

Soobin lifted his gaze, meeting Yeonjun’s instantly. Wooyoung did the same.

It was a silent question: Do we handle it? Or do you?

No one moved—but every alpha in the vicinity was listening.

“Hm... yeah,” Soobin answered politely, though the tightness in his smile gave him away. Yeonjun’s blood heated the moment the guy smiled back at him.

“Nice. I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he continued, leaning slightly toward Soobin. “You, I remember,” he added with a nod in Wooyoung’s direction. “But him... somehow I don’t.”

He extended a hand “I’m Jeno. You are?”

“Soobin,” he answered. His voice was composed, but Wooyoung subtly moved half a step closer to him out of instinct.

“Soobin,” Jeno repeated with a slow smile. “Pretty name.”

Yeonjun’s jaw tightened.

“For a pretty omega, of course.”

That did it—heat exploded in Yeonjun’s chest.

He took a controlled breath.

If he scared Soobin, he’d never forgive himself.

“Well, Soobin, you must not go to campus a lot,” Jeno continued, his tone dipping into something that made San straighten beside Yeonjun. “I’m sure I’d remember you.”

“I...” Soobin looked thrown off. “I spent some time away.”

“Oh,” Jeno smirked. “You came alone tonight?”

“No,” Soobin said immediately. “I came with some friends. And my boyfriend.”

Yeonjun felt a wave of relief wash through him—not because he needed the claim, but because Soobin had chosen to use it as protection.

“Boyfriend?” Jeno stepped even closer, his hand lifting toward Soobin’s waist.

The look in Soobin’s eyes—brief, startled—was enough.

Yeonjun moved.

He handed his drink to San without even looking; San grabbed it instantly. Then Yeonjun stepped forward, fast, placing himself at Soobin’s side, chest brushing the smaller omega’s shoulder.

“I don’t see him,” Jeno mocked. “A pretty omega like you? Why would he leave you alone? Where is he?”

“Behind you,” Yeonjun said.

Jeno turned.

Yeonjun was right there—jaw clenched, fists already forming as if his body was acting before his brain caught up.

“Why don’t you take your hands off my omega now?” Yeonjun asked, each word coated in warning.

Jeno raised both hands in a show of innocence “No need to get all worked up, buddy. I was just joking.”

Then he smirked.

Too confidently.

“Just a tip though... if you don’t want people hitting on your omega, stop letting him dress like a whore.”

The world went white-hot.

Yeonjun didn’t think.

Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t breathe.

He lunged.

His fist connected with Jeno’s jaw in a clean, sharp hit—years of training and instinct packed into a single motion.

People gasped.

Someone shouted.

Soobin flinched.

San reacted instantly, slamming both arms around Yeonjun’s torso, pulling him back with all the strength he had.

“Not worth it! He’s not worth it, Jun!” San hissed into his ear, voice roughened by effort. “You’re gonna scare Soobin!”

That snapped Yeonjun back.

And that was enough to stop Yeonjun cold.

Yeonjun moves, taking Soobin by the hand until they reach a private bathroom upstairs of the house, where no one was. 

He closes the door, his hands flying to Soobin's face. He holds the omega's face between his hands, looking into his eyes "Are you okay?" He asks checking his body for any possible injury or hurt.

"I'm fine" The omega answers. 

Yeonjun looks at him a little more before deciding to take his word for it. He moves away, resting against the bathroom door, closing his eyes and leaning his head on the door. He is trying to calm himself down. 

"You souldn't have done that" The omega says after a while, causing the alpha to open his eyes and look at him, waiting for him to specify what he is refering to "Punching him, you shouldn't have done that".

Yeonjun laughs in disbelief, shaking his head "You can't be serious" He says but realizes Soobin is serious as the omega doesn't say anything "Was I supposed to stay quiet and let him do and say whatever he wants?".

"You just... you shouldn't have punched him" Soobin says again.

"You already said that, I wanna know what the hell I should have done" He says. He is already frustrated from what happened. His hand is hurting from the punch and his inside alpha is furious. Yeonjun is trying with every piece of himself to stay calm, but Soobin isn't helping.

"You didn't saw San punching the guy did you?" Soobin asks petulant. Yeonjun's stomach drops. It wasn't fair in so many levels. And yet, Soobin was here, comparing him to another alpha, giving it to meaning that San is better than him.

Yeonjun gets off the wall, steping foward to get closer to Soobin, squeezing his eyes at the omega "That son of a bitch wasn't hitting on San's omega, was he?" He says slow, every word coming out full of anger "Do not compare me to someone else" he says hurt.

Yes, he is anger, but at the situation, at the alpha, not at Soobin. At least he wasn't, not until this. But hearing Soobin compare him, implicitly saying that another alpha was better, could have handled it better... that just hurt.

"I'm not trying to" Soobin says, not backing away from him "All I am saying is you shouldn't have done that".

Yeonjun laughs again, turning around to move away from Soobin "So I should've just let him keep hitting on you, okay Soobin, that sounds right" he can't even believe he is having this fucking conversation.

"It wasn't like that.. he was just being friendly" Soobin says and Yeonjun turns to him in the same second.

"Friendly?" He asks back, not believing the shit Soobin is saying "The guy grabbed your fucking waist Soobin".

"Kai does that, so does Beomgyu.. and you grab Wooyoung's waist all the time" He says as if it was obvious. This has to be some kind of test that God sent him, it was the only explanation, it can't be real.

"Kai, Beomgyu and Woo are not some random guy" He says back "Are you forgetting the part he called you a whore?" He says and Soobin's head low for the first time since the discussion started.

"Maybe he was flirting with me" Soobin says putting his head back up "Why does that bother you so much?".

That's when Yeonjun let out the biggest laugh of the entire night "Soobin seriously, are you on drugs?" He asks getting closer to him "Why it bothers me so much? Well, I don't know, it might be because you're my boyfriend" He says with irony.

"You're freaking out over nothing" Soobin says to him "He wasn't flirting with me, I don't think so, and if he was... that's a good thing" He says and Yeonjun's heart squeeze inside his chest.

"You.." He says with pain in his voice "Why the fuck would that be a good thing?".

"I don't know Yeonjun, you flirt with people all the time" He says rolling his eyes, voice raising. Soobin is just as upset as Yeonjun.

"I don't. Not anymore, not since the first kiss I have you Soobin. Don't do this, don't say it like I'm doing shit behind your back" He says hurt, pointing a finger at the omega. 

"Well, they flirt with you all the time" Soobin says.

"Yeah, and I cut them off every time, you know that" He says agitated "Unless.. unless you don't think I do" He says, the possibility of Soobin believing he was cheating on him weighting on his chest.

"I didn't say that" Soobin says back "But they do hit on you all the time".

"It's different" Yeonjun says hurt, shaking his head "I don't want them" He says as if it was obvious, because to him it is.

"Right, cause I do" Soobin says and Yeonjun sees his eyes getting sad "I want any random guy right?" Yeonjun opens his mouth to answer but Soobin stops him "He was the one who called me a whore, but it sure looks like you're the one who believes it".

Yeonjun makes a pained noise, like an animal hurt, before looking back at Soobin, eyes filled with tears "I did not say that... I never said that" He says small and broken. Never before... words never hurt this much.

"I'm going home" Soobin says walking towards the bathroom door "Either you come along or stay there, I don't care" He says leaving the bathroom, leaving the fight, leaving his feelings, his scent, and his alpha.

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Yeonjun follows behind him, drying his wet eyes with the back of his hands. The cold air of the early morning stings, but not as much as the bruise forming inside his chest. He was mad, and sad, and ashamed of how easily he’d lost control — but none of that mattered compared to the idea of letting Soobin go home alone at four in the morning. Even upset, even silent, even refusing to look at him… Yeonjun would never allow that.

They say goodbye to their friends quickly. It’s rushed, awkward. Kai tries to catch Soobin’s eyes, maybe to ask if he’s okay, but the omega doesn’t look back. Beomgyu opens his mouth to say something to Yeonjun, but the alpha shakes his head once — tight, almost imperceptible — and that’s enough. No one pushes further.

Soobin is the first to slip into the cab, sliding all the way to the left, forehead pressed to the cold window as if it could cool off whatever storm he was holding back. Yeonjun gets in after him, shutting the door gently, too gently, like the smallest sound might make everything worse.

He gives the address. His voice cracks on the last number.

The silence inside the car is suffocating. Heavy. A silence that has shape and weight, one that settles between them like a wall they’re both pretending not to see.

Soobin doesn't even glance his way — not once. His reflection stares back at him through the window, eyes glossy, lips pressed thin. Every time the cab goes over a bump, Soobin’s hands tighten on his own knees, knuckles turning white.

Yeonjun keeps his eyes down. He wants to look at him — desperately — but every time he tries, something tightens in his throat, pulling his gaze back to his own window. He holds his hands locked together in his lap so he won’t make the mistake of reaching out.

Halfway home, Yeonjun risks a glance. Just one.

Soobin's shoulders are trembling almost imperceptibly.

The alpha looks away fast, biting the inside of his cheek until the metallic taste of blood replaces the ache.

Neither of them says a word the entire way.

When the car stops, Soobin is out before the driver even finishes braking, the door swinging shut behind him with a small thud that sounds painfully final. The omega doesn’t look back. Doesn’t wait. Doesn’t breathe in Yeonjun’s direction.

Yeonjun pays the driver with shaking hands, his voice lower than a whisper when he thanks him. He stays sitting for a second after the door closes, forehead leaning against the roof of the car. He inhales sharply — once, twice — trying to steady himself.

It doesn’t work.

By the time he steps out, the cab is already gone from sight, swallowed by the empty street. He rakes a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp with a frustrated groan before dragging himself into the house.

The lights are dim inside. Quiet. Heavy.

Yeonjun follows the faint sound of movement to Soobin’s room, each step slow and hesitant, as if announcing himself could make everything worse.

He stops in the doorway.

Soobin is at his computer desk, rummaging through drawers with quick, frantic movements. The omega doesn’t look up, doesn’t acknowledge him, just keeps searching for something with forced determination.

It takes Yeonjun a second to understand what it is — until he sees Soobin snatch his phone from the desk and the charger cable falls forward.

Oh.

He was looking for his charger.

Of course he was. It’s 4 a.m. And he’s exhausted. And upset. And trying not to show how much he’s shaking.

Soobin plugs in the phone with a small click, jaw clenched, his back still facing Yeonjun.

And Yeonjun stays in the doorway, hands in his pockets, eyes soft and swollen, trying to figure out how to breathe in a room where Soobin won’t look at him.

Soobin barely looked up when Yeonjun entered the room, already rummaging through his desk for his charger, shoulders tight, movements sharp. His eyes were rimmed red from crying, though he stubbornly avoided wiping them. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

Yeonjun stayed by the door for a moment, watching the omega’s trembling hands search through drawers. His own eyes were still wet, lashes clumped, cheeks blotchy. Every breath he took came out unsteady — not angry anymore, just exhausted and hurting.

When he finally found the charger, Soobin didn’t say anything, just plugged the phone in with too much force. The silence was suffocating.

Yeonjun crossed the room slowly, steps dragging as if his body was heavier than usual. He sat down at the edge of the bed with a deep, painful sigh.

His voice was soft, frayed around the edges.

"You intend on keep ignoring me or are we gonna talk?" he asked quietly.

Soobin froze with the towel clutched to his chest. His expression flickered — fear, frustration, sadness — all at once.

His voice came out thin, shaking "It depends" He swallowed hard before lifting his eyes to Yeonjun’s "Are you breaking up with me?"

Yeonjun’s head jerked up so fast it almost hurt. His eyes widened, horrified — that idea had never even crossed his mind.

"What? No!"

He stood immediately, crossing the distance and gently taking the towel from Soobin’s hands. His touch was soft, careful. He guided the omega to the bed, settling him in the middle like he was made of glass. Yeonjun sat opposite him, knees almost touching.

"I'm not breaking up with you... not unless you want me to." He held Soobin’s gaze, terrified of the answer.

Soobin shook his head fast, multiple times, eyes watering "I don't, of course I don't. You just... you looked so angry."

"I don't look angry anymore?"

Soobin examined his face — the red eyes, the tremble in his jaw "No… now you just look sad... it's a thousand times worse."

Yeonjun exhaled shakily, fingers twisting together until his knuckles whitened. He lowered his head, staring at the floor "I was angry," he admitted. His voice cracked. "But you're right, now I'm just so fucking sad."

He turned toward Soobin, tears already gathering again.

"Soobin... you said it looks like I believe you're a whore."

The omega flinched hard, eyes shutting, lip caught between his teeth.

"I know," he whispered.

Yeonjun pressed his palms against his knees, grounding himself "Is it… is it because I'm all over you all the time?"

Soobin’s head shot up, horrified.

"What? No, Yeonjun."

He slid closer on the bed, closing the gap little by little until his knee brushed Yeonjun’s thigh.

"I love when you touch me, you know I do."

He rested his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder, hand gently gripping his arm.

"I didn't mean it, Jun." He pressed a soft kiss through the fabric of Yeonjun’s shirt.

"Then why?" Yeonjun shifted, turning toward him, brushing his lips over Soobin’s hairline. He took Soobin’s hand from his shoulder, guiding it to his chest — directly over his heart "Why did you say it, Soobin?"

Hearing his full name made Soobin wince. It always did. Yeonjun only used it when he was hurt.

"I was angry," Soobin whispered. 

He felt the frantic heartbeat beneath his palm.

"I don't have an explanation for it, Jun... but I am so fucking sorry that I said it."

His tears dripped onto Yeonjun’s shirt.

"And I don't mean it. You—Jun, you treat me like I'm royalty... I didn’t mean that shit, not even for a second."

Yeonjun’s jaw trembled "You said so many things, Soobin."

"I know, I know, Jun. Let’s just... can you help me?"

He shifted, taking Yeonjun’s forearms gently and guiding him to face him fully. Knees touching. Breaths mingling.

Soobin slid into his lap of his own accord, tucking himself into the alpha’s chest. Yeonjun’s arms went around him instantly, instinctively.

"Tell me what hurt you. Please. Let me fix it, Junnie."

Yeonjun’s silent crying made Soobin’s heart cave in on itself. He held his face between both hands, thumbs brushing away tears.

"Why were you mad?" Yeonjun asked, voice nearly gone.

Soobin shook his head quickly "We'll talk about me later, I promise. Just.... let me fix this first."

Yeonjun nodded weakly.

"Okay. Talk to me."

"Why did you deny he was flirting with you?"

Soobin took a trembling breath.

"I didn't think he was until he grabbed my waist, to be honest" He looked down ashamedly "And then… I just didn’t want you to get mad."

Yeonjun opened his mouth to protest, but Soobin pressed two fingers to his lips.

"I... the last time I was with someone and someone else touched me... it didn’t end well. I thought maybe if I could deny it..."

Yeonjun’s expression shattered.

"Soobin..." he whispered, pained "I'm not him."

"I know. And I'm not comparing you to him, I would never, Jun."

He wrapped his arms tightly around Yeonjun’s neck.

"I know you would never hurt me. But I didn’t want you to be mad anyway." He swallowed, remembering something else "And I wasn’t comparing you to San either. Of course I wasn’t, Yeonjun. I would never compare you to anyone."

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut.

"Please don’t do it again. Don’t..." His voice cracked "Don’t tell me I’m not good enough."

And finally — finally — Soobin understood the wound he caused.

He cupped Yeonjun’s cheeks desperately.

"Jun... fuck, Jun, you’re enough. You’re more than enough, Yeonjun. You’re everything, baby." He kissed his cheeks, his nose, his brows, anything he could reach. "I love you so much, Yeonjun. Of course you’re enough, baby."

Yeonjun hugged him tight, one hand curling into the back of Soobin’s shirt.

"You also said that it would be good if he was flirting with you... why?"

Soobin lowered his head, shame twisting his stomach.

"I think that… part of me felt happy that someone else was hitting on me." His voice was barely audible. "It made me feel like someone can desire me... like he hasn’t broken me."

Yeonjun’s breath hitched.

"I desire you," he whispered fiercely "Why can't this be enough?"

"It is!" Soobin said immediately, desperately "I don’t want people hitting on me because I want someone else, Hyung. I don’t want them hitting on me at all. But... Hyung—everyone looks at you when you enter a room. It just feels good to know someone notices me too."

Yeonjun exhaled slowly.

"I get that."

Then, firmer:

"But you're completely insane if you think people don't notice you."

Soobin looked at him, confused.

"You really have no idea how pretty you are. How hot you are. Bin, people look at you."

Soobin blinked, cheeks flushing.

"Do you? Do you look at me?"

Yeonjun huffed a small, broken laugh.

"All the fucking time."

He leaned their foreheads together.

"I look at you all the time, Soobin. I look at you and I don't ever want to look away."

Soobin inhaled shakily, brushing his nose against Yeonjun’s.

"That's enough for me... I just want to keep your eyes on me."

"They are." His fingers stroked Soobin’s waist gently "They’re always on you. Are yours on me?"

"Have been for years, Hyung."

Yeonjun let out a breath that sounded like relief.

"Good."

He pulled Soobin fully into his lap, holding him by the hips. Then shifted them both so he was sitting against the headboard with the omega curled on him.

"You don’t actually believe I'm cheating on you, right?"

Soobin buried his face in Yeonjun’s neck.

"No, Junnie. Never."

He pressed a kiss beneath his jaw.

"Good... because I wouldn’t, Soobin. Never."

"I know. I believe you. I know you, Jun."

Yeonjun gently tilted Soobin’s chin up and kissed him softly — slow, deep, grounding. The kind of kiss that made their wolves exhale.

When they parted, Yeonjun whispered:

"Tell me what got you so mad. I punched him, and you got so mad at me, Bin."

Soobin bit his lip.

"I know... I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself. And at him."

Yeonjun waited, silent, hand rubbing circles on his thigh.

"I didn’t realize he was flirting with me until he grabbed my waist, Yeonjun... and it was so fucking obvious."

"Baby..."

"He grabbed me, and I was right back inside that car."

His voice broke.

"I smelled cigarettes again. And leather seats. And blood..."

Yeonjun kissed his neck urgently, trying to soothe, trying to anchor him.

Soobin clutched Yeonjun’s hands and pulled them around his waist tighter.

"Can you keep these here?"

"Sure, love."

Soobin trembled, resting his forehead in the curve of Yeonjun’s neck.

"Every time I think I'm over this hell... it never ends, Junnie." Tears soaked into the alpha’s skin "And it almost happened again."

Yeonjun crushed him to his chest.

"It didn’t. It wouldn’t have. I'm not letting anyone hurt you again."

He kissed Soobin’s entire face — cheeks, eyelids, jaw — each kiss a promise.

"No one is ever hurting you again. I’ve got you, baby. I'm here."

"You're here..." Soobin whispered like he needed to hear it twice.

"I am. I'm here." Another kiss. "I'm never leaving you."

Soobin sobbed softly.

"I felt so scared, Junnie."

"You don’t need to anymore. I'm here... I'm sorry, Soobin. Me hitting him probably didn’t help with your fear. I never meant to make you afraid of me too."

Soobin pulled back to look at him, eyes red and certain.

"I'm not. Never. Not afraid of you, Yeonjun."

He stroked the alpha’s cheek tenderly.

"I got mad because... in my mind, I should’ve seen it coming. I didn’t, and that caused you to punch him and hurt your hand."

Yeonjun blinked in disbelief.

"What, Soobin—"

"I know it doesn’t make sense. I know." He cupped Yeonjun’s jaw "And I know you were just trying to protect me, Jun. I was the one who fucked up this time, really bad. And I’m sorry. I love you so much, Jun."

Yeonjun leaned in, foreheads touching.

"Binnie... I love you so, so fucking much."

Before he could go on, Soobin whispered:

"You think it was because of the clothes?"

"No." Yeonjun didn’t even hesitate "It was because he’s a son of a bitch. You could be naked, Soobin, it still doesn't give him the right to touch you."

Soobin looked down.

"I didn’t want him to touch me."

"I know, Bin."

Yeonjun shifted them both, laying Soobin gently on his back and hovering over him, chest pressed to chest.

He buried his face in the omega’s neck.

"Hyung knows, love."

Soobin wrapped his legs around Yeonjun’s waist, holding him close.

"Only you," he whispered "Only you get to touch me." He tugged Yeonjun closer with his heels against his back "And only I get to touch you."

Yeonjun lifted his head, their breaths mingling.

"Yes. Only you, baby."

Soobin is the one who pulls him into a kiss, holding his nape and keeping him still. The omega's lips open slowly, tongue tentative, simple, no rush into it. It's a lovely kiss, all their feelings showing up, even if unspoken.

The omega tilts his head to the side, creating more space for them to get lost in each other. Yeonjun's hands came up to caress his cheek tenderly, a soft touch carrying all the affection he never was able to put into words. 

The care, tenderness and love being undeniable after a kiss like this.

They pull away, staring into each other's eyes. Yeonjun's hand find the other's jaw, thumb brushing softly along his skin as if memorizing every line of his face. His thumb brushed the omega's lower lip, tracing the shape of it, eyes fixed on their point of contact. 

Soobin's hands were fixed on the alpha's chest, holding the fabric of his shirt between his fingers. He looked heavenly and a place full of sin at the same time.

Yeonjun leaned in, kissing him tenderly again. 

But tenderness soon gave away to something more. 

The kiss grew heavier, desperate, needy. Their tongues fighting for space inside their mouths, breath hitched between brief air pauses that only made them seek each other more. Soobin's hands tangled in the alpha's hair, pulling him closer, causing the other one to colapse on top of him, every part of their bodies in contact with each other now.

One of the alpha's hands settled on his waist, gripping him tighter while the other one was being used to support himself on the bed. 

Soobin's legs opened to fit the alpha between them, who found his place like it was carved for him. Right there, between Soobin's legs. The omega's legs moved almost on their own, sliding around the alpha's waist until they crossed behind him. He used the pressure of his foot against the small of his back to pull him even closer, if that was possible.

The movement made they brush against each other, drawing out a moan from both of them. Soobin could feel the outline of the alpha on the inside part of his thigh, hard, heavy and warm. He moved a little just to be able to put pressure on the alpha's cock, making him break the kiss and lean his head on the omega's neck. 

Soobin moved again to show him that it was okay to gring against him. 

The alpha started making small circular movements, his cock pressing the omega's thigh every time. Soobin wasn't any better, every time Yeonjun moved, his own cock rubbed against the alpha's stomach, creating the perfect friction. 

Yeonjun started licking and nipping his neck while his hips never stop working against Soobin's. He mouths the whole skin on the omega neck, hearing him squirming and moaning low, his deep voice making every cell under Yeonjun's skin react. He sucks Soobin's scent gland, the vanilla flavor covering his tongue and body, surrounding him with it. With his omega. With Soobin.

The omega's hands move all over his back. One of them settle on his nape, urging Yeonjun to keep sucking his neck. 

The other one find the hem of the alpha's shirt, tugging it in, wanting to take it off "Bin" Yeonjun calls moving to look at him "A lot has happened today love, you sure this is what you want?".

Soobin looks fucked out already, but he still smiles at the alpha "This has nothing to do with what happened".

He passes his hands inside the alpha's shirt, one of them on his back, drawing circles and the other one adventuring on his chest and stomach, making the muscles on the alpha's body contract "I want you" He says staring into the alpha's eyes "Wanted you after I got out the shower, and then on the chair outside, and on the dance floor" He says roaming around his body "Let me have you".

"One of these days you're gonna learn I'd let you do anything" He says leaning down to kiss the omega again. 

Their tongues meeting already on the first moment, both of them needy of each other, teeth marking territory. The omega brings his hands back to the hem of Yeonjun's shirt and the alpha puts his arms up, letting him take it off before diving back into his mouth.

"Lay down please" Soobin says pushing his chest. The alpha lays down on his back, watching the omega stand on his knees in the middle of his legs. 

Soobin stares at him, taking the full sight of his alpha like that. Soobin had spent hours watching him shirtless in secret, staring at his body when the alpha wasn't looking. Now getting to see it like this, on his bed, for him, it was incredible.

His eyes roam from his face to the pumped up chest, his nipples in a pretty pink, his torso with very proeminent abs and right there, just above his hip, there it layed Soobin's eyes. Tattoed on his skin, Yeonjun, his alpha. Fuck. 

He wanted to do so much, but he didn't know how or where to start, he just kept staring, which Yeonjun realized soon enough "baby, Bin, look at me" He says and Soobin looks at his face "Everything okay?" He asks to be sure, even though he sees the desire on the boy's face.

"Help me.. I" His hand move to lay on top of Yeonjun's tattoo "I don't know what to do".

Yeonjun leans on, sitting on the bed, standing face to face with Soobin "You sure you want this?" He asks and the omega nods "Let me take care of you baby" He says and Soobin shakes his head "No? What do you want then love?".

"Wanna touch you" He says looking at his face "Didn't got to do it last time... wanna touch you Hyung" Yeonjun smiled at him.

"I'm yours baby, touch me however you like it" He says smiling at the omega "Do whatever you want to do Binnie, I'll tell you if I like it or not ok?" He asks and the omega nods. Yeonjun leans in the rest of the space and kisses him. 

Soobin breaks the kiss, urging him to lay down again. The alpha obeys in a second, bringing his back into the matress again. The omega leans in, kissing his mouth. Soobin is becoming more and more experient at kissing every time, Yeonjun realizes that when his teeth nip his lower lip and brings it with him. 

The alpha lets out a frustrated groan "You're getting better and better at kissing, it's gonna be a problem" He says feeling the omega kissing his neck. He tilts his head, giving Soobin more space to mark him up.

Soobin smiles against his skin "Of course I am, you're teaching me" He whispers making Yeonjun's hips thrust up from the bed, into Soobin's own hips, their covered cocks meeting. 

The omega moaned on his neck before sucking his scent gland. That was the most sensible part on Yeonjun's whole body, and Soobin knew that, he liked to use that knowlodge any time he got the chance. 

His tongue licked from his neck to his earlobe, biting lightly on it. Yeonjun's hands went to his waist and hair, helping him grind down with one and keeping him sucking on his neck with the other. 

Soobin moved, licking down his collarbones "Can I mark you Hyung?" He asks mouthing his chest.

"You can do whatever the hell you want Soobin" He says in a moan and Soobin laughs against his skin "You like knowing you can get me like this hm?" Yeonjun says as Soobin mouths his stomach, eyes fixed on the alpha. 

Yeonjun smiles and passes one hand on Soobin's bangs, taking it off his eyes.

"My pretty boy, I want you so much Bin" He says and watches Soobin's eyes close at the words. 

The omega mouths, licks and bites all over the alpha's stomach, loving feeling the skin under his tongue, the taste of him. He mouths the outline of his tattoo, seeing his own eyes on the alpha's skin, feeling waves and waves of slick coming out of himself. Yeonjun's eyes don't leave his face for one second, and he knows that, it makes him shine, want to do more, please his alpha.

He licks his lower abs, right above the waistband of his pants, making a straight line from there up to the middle of his chest. That's when he realizes Yeonjun's nipples are so close, he could just get lost on them "Hyung, can I..." He realizes his own voice is hoarse, the pleasure numbing his mind "Ni.. nipples... can I?" He asks. Yeonjun smiles at him and nods "Tell.. tell me how to do it".

"No one has ever done that on me either... I have no idea" He says honest, no one has ever touched him there, it's not a place alphas get touched.

"You want me to?" Soobin asks, but he is not looking at the alpha's face, his eyes are fixed on the pink nipples.

"Yeah, want you to" He says in awe at how Soobin is staring at him, the scene bringing him more pleasure than it should "Do whatever feels good on you baby, I'll tell you if I don't like it" He says and Soobin nods.

The omega reaches one hand and brushes his thumb over his left nipple, hearing a gasp from the alpha and watching as the nub hardens under his finger. He looks at Yeonjun's face, who is staring at him with his lower lip between his teeth. He presses the nub between two of his fingers, rubbing it.

He leans down, pressing his flat tongue on the already hard nub, feeling Yeonjun's hand coming to his hair, pulling him to ground himself. 

He licks the nub up and down, hearing to the alpha's uncontroled breath. 

When he sucks it into his mouth he sees Yeonjun's eyes closing and his back arching a little from the bed, his grip on Soobin's hair tightning "Oh god" The alpha moans as Soobin keeps sucking on his nipple. His other hand goes to the right nipple, rubbing it between his fingers "Jesus Soobin" He moans bucking his hips to get friction against his cock. 

Soobin keeps the playing going, he sucks, licks and bites on both of the nipples while Yeonjun squirms on the bed, but the alpha doesn't say a word of complain, letting him do whatever he pleased. 

Soobin knew it was taking him a whole lot of control, and he appreciated that.

He knelt down in the middle of his legs again, hands reaching for the zipper of his pants. He pressed down on the clothed cock, hearing a hiss from the alpha, who closed his eyes. Yeonjun was gripping the bedsheets so hard his knuckles were white, it was a lot of self restrain.

Soobin pulled the zipper down, holding the hem of the pants, tugging it down. Yeonjun raised his hips to help him. The omega took the pants off, throwing somewhere in the room, not paying attention to that. He couldn't pay attention to anything else with Yeonjun spread out on his bed like this.

The outline of his hard dick being visible against the while fabric of his boxers, a wet stain marking the place his tip was settled. Yeonjun looked sinfull like this, and Soobin was ready to get a slide to hell with him. 

He pressed his hand down on the cock, feeling it hot under the boxers, seeing Yeonjun take a deep breath with his eyes closed. 

The omega held Yeonjun's dick over the fabric, stroking it once very slowly, watching Yeonjun shake from head to toe.

When he brough his hands to the band of his underwear, strong hands held him in place. Yeonjun was looking at him from where he was laying, eyes glazed and hazed from desire and pleasure, mouth red from bitting it to avoid moans, gorgeous "You sure about this?" Yeonjun asked. 

"Let me do it" Soobin says smiling at him. The alpha nods and let himself relax. 

Soobin takes his underwear slowly, causing the alpha to moan when his cock rub against the fabric. 

He watched Soobin the whole time, he wanted to know the look on his eyes when he saw him fully for the first time, he wanted to have it memorized on his head. More than that, he wanted to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable or forcing himself to do anything.

The omega stared at Yeonjun's cock, seeing it in all it's glory. 

It was big, and thick, more than he thought it would be. The purple veins were very visible, giving it an angry aspect. The tip was an angry red, beggin to be touched, to be relieved. He looked up, his eyes meeting the alpha's ones, attent, watching him, the fucking foxy eyes letal. 

With his eyes fixed on the alpha's face, he closed his fist around the cock, stroking it once just to watch Yeonjun's mouth open in a silent moan. 

His thumb rubbed the head, gathering the pre-come already there and spreading it around, wetting his own hand to make the slide easier. Yeonjun let out a loud moan when he felt the thumb working on his tip, his cock twitching inside the omega's hand.

Soobin stroked him slowly, eyes glued to his face. Then he speed it up, just to watch the reactions on the alpha's expression, the way his whole body was answering to the touch, the way his hands were glued to the bedsheets, his eyebrows frowned in pleasure. 

The omega leaned in, taking one of his nipples back inside his mouth while he jerked him off.

"Oh, fuck Soobin" Yeonjun moaned, one of his hands moving to Soobin's hair, tugging on it "So good baby" He said, the alpha looked like he wasn't even on earth at his point, and Soobin was very glad that he could be the one who had that effect on him.

He looked at his expressions, his eyes closed and trailed down a kiss from his nipple to the tip of his cock, holding it in front of his mouth. 

Yeonjun freezed at the scene, feeling Soobin's warm breath on the head of his cock, opening his eyes to the scene. 

"Help me?" Soobin said, the words hitting his dick before his own mind "And yes, I am sure" He promised before the alpha could even ask, but he was right, Yeonjun was about to ask him if he was sure. 

"Ok" Yeonjun said. The alpha moved on the bed, placing a pillow against the headboard and laying down. He was almost sitting, but he was layed down. This position gave him perfect view of Soobin, and enough lenght to be able to touch him right "Come here" He said to the omega, who crawled to settle between his legs "You can do however you like it baby".

"Help me Hyung" Soobin insisted, he wanted to do it, but he needed help, he was insecure "Tell me how to please you".

"Fuck" Yeonjun groaned throwing his head back, the sigh of Soobin between his legs begging to please him was too much. 

He took his own cock into his hands, staring back at the omega. He rubbed his dick against the closed lips, moaning just from the wet feeling.

"You can lick it at first if you want to... get it wet.... Shit" He cursed when Soobin followed his words, the omega's tongue licking his tip. 

Soobin took his hands off, holding the dick and licking all over it. The taste was weird, the salt and bitterness sitting heavy on his tongue, but he liked it. He liked because it was Yeonjun. He licked from the tip to his balls, and back up, every inch of skin, he didn't miss a single spot, focusing on one specific vein on it, tracing it from the base to the angry red tip that didn't stopped leaking. 

"God Soobin, your tongue" Yeonjun moans, gripping his hair "You wanna keep going love?" He asks and Soobin nods, never losing the eye contact "You..." His breath was hard, he couldn't form a single thought that wasn't his cock on Soobin's mouth "You can suck it now baby... just close your mouth around around it and take it as far as you want to".

Soobin follows the command, he closes his mouth on the tip and goes down a little, hearing a sigh from Yeonjun above him. For that he has to stop watching him, closing his eyes to focus on what he is doing. He goes down a little bit and back up, just to get used to the feeling, he does it again and again.

"Teeth baby, careful with your teeth" Yeonjun says from above him. 

He takes that into consideration and goes down again, taking a little bit more everytime, wanting even more. 

"Can you hollow your cheeks love?" He asks and Soobin does, hollowing his cheek as he goes down "Fuck yeah, that's it baby, so good".

Soobin takes it more, hollowing his cheeks and really sucking him off. The room was filled with wet noises from the movements and Yeonjun's hitched breaths, his low moans, his high ones, the noise was straight up pornographic. 

He took more of him in, he wanted it all, he shouldn't have gone so fast.

Soobin pulled it back coughing as he took Yeonjun's dick to far, choking on it. Yeonjun moved fast, holding his face in his hands, looking at him.

"You okay?" He asks and the omega nods. Yeonjun smiles at him, caressing his cheek "You don't need to take it that far love" He assures him.

"But... will it be good for you just like this?" Soobin asks. 

Yeonjun's eyes roll at the sound of his voice hoarse from sucking his cock. God, Soobin would be the death of him and the omega was still doubting it.

"Bin, you got your mouth on my dick, I'm in like... heaven" He jokes and Soobin smiles "Don't push yourself, it's gotta be good for both of us okay?" He asks and Soobin nods. He leans in to kiss his mouth.

"What if I want it?" Soobin asks when they break the kiss "What if I want to take it all?" Yeonjun freezes on that question.

"Do you?" He asks and Soobin nods, the alpha moans at the thought, Soobin choking on his dick, his eyes filled with tears as he takes it, as he pleasures him "Then it's all yours baby, take me" He says.

Soobin leans down again, licking his tip, passing the tongue flat all over his head. He brings Yeonjun's hand to his hair, looking up at him "Help me" He whispers and Yeonjun moans, his hips lifting from the bed without control.

"Fuck" He moans gripping the omega's head "If it's too much, pinch my thigh" He says and Soobin nods, looking at him through hazy eyes. 

He brushes his thumb against the omega's lower lips, pulling it down, giving him the sight of his teeth. He rubbed his finger inside his mouth, watching as Soobin surrenders for him "You're gorgeous Soobin" He says, watching the omega's breath tremble and his eyes closing. 

He takes his thumb out of his mouth and holds his cock in front of Soobin's face "Open up baby" Soobin opens his eyes looking at him, and then he opens his mouth "tongue out" Yeonjun says and he does.

Yeonjun moans, watching him like this, he slaps his cock on the omega's tongue twice before putting it inside the wet cavern. He holds his cock with one hand and Soobin's hair with the other one, pushing him down until he has his tip against the omega's throat. 

Soobin chokes but doesn't pinch him to pull out, he also doesn't move to do it, so Yeonjun keeps him there, gagging on his dick.

"Too much?" He asks and Soobin shakes his head. His face is filled with tears by now, his throat opening and closing around his tip. Yeonjun used his thumb to clean the tears falling from the omega's face "Can I move?" He asks and Soobin nods. 

He holds Soobin's head there with his hand and uses the other one to support himself on the matress as he moves his hips to thrust inside Soobin's mouth. He moans when he pulls out then back in, feeling his mouth on every inch of his skin. It doesn't help that Soobin moaned too, the vibrations causing him to roll his eyes. 

He fucks into Soobin's mouth, chasing his own high as he watches the omega crying and choking around him "How the fuck do you think I'm ever gonna want someone else" He moans thrusting into the warm mouth "Fucking look at you Soobin, taking me so well love" Soobin moans around him "You're so pretty... I love you so much" He keeps moaning. 

In a moment he is a mess of moans and stumbled praises that Soobin doesn't understand, but appreciates it.

The omega keeps his eyes on the alpha as he fills his mouth being used. He never thought this would feel so good, but he has never felt more satisfied and turned on than now, the drag of Yeonjun's thick cock ruining him. The praises sendind him to heaven, Yeonjun, Yeonjun was his heaven.

"Fuck baby, come here" The alpha says pulling him out of his dick and laying him down. Soobin's back hit the mattress and he watches as Yeonjun moves to hover over him. He also never thought that the display of strenght would turn him on so much.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks, throat screetching and voice hoarse.

"No, no, you were perfect" Yeonjun says leaning down to kiss his neck "Didn't want to come like that" He confesses kissing Soobin's neck and scent gland "You're mouth is so good Soobin, made me feel so good... made alpha so happy" He says over and over again kissing every part of his neck he can. Then he kisses his throat "Was it to much love? How you're feeling?" He asks looking at him.

"Good.. it was good Hyung" He says smiling at the alpha. Yeonjun smiles back at him and leans down to kiss him. 

He kisses him slow, carefully, tenderly, very different from the way everything was happening minutes ago. Without realizing, the omega lift his own hips from the bed, trying to get friction on his own cock. 

Yeonjun sees it, smiling at him "Let me take care of you now?" He asks and Soobin nods. Yeonjun kneels down in the middle of his bed, just like he was earlier, the places inverting themselfs. 

The alpha looks him up and down, bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt. 

"You look gorgeous in this clothes" He says.

Just when Soobin thinks he is gonna take his shirt off, he brings his hands higher, crossing around Soobin's neck to find the choker opening. He opens it looking at him and takes it off, throwing it somewhere in the room, along with the alpha's clothes.

With Yeonjun in the middle of his legs, Soobin got a perfect vision of the alpha's hard cock, still angry red for not being able to come before. He couldn't help but wanting it inside of himself. He just knows he isn't ready.

Yeonjun holds the hem of his shirt and pulls it, Soobin sits and lifts his arms to help him take it off. Yeonjun pushes his chest to lay him back down when he takes the shirt off completely. He leaves one hand on Soobin's stomach, pressing him to the mattress as he uses his other hand to open the omega's legs. Soobin helps him take it off, impatience rising as he wants more and more of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun takes the sight of him. Layed out on the bed, hair a mess from all the gripping and tugging, mouth red and wet from sucking his cock, his eyes hazel staring at him, begging to be touched, Soobin was a sight.

His eyes moved lower, to the naked chest and purple marks he had left just yesterday, the pink nipples that were already hard, easy for him to play with. Then lower to his tighs and legs, also with purple bruises and the mark of his own fingers from where he held him. 

And the fucking red lacy panties that did nothing to cover his fully hard dick. 

He reached his hand on his stomach, flatting his palm and taking it higher, maping his body until he reaches his neck. He stares into the omega's eyes and closes his hand on his neck. One of Soobin's hands come up to hold his and presses down, asking him to put pressure.

He does it, he presses his hand down just a little "More" The omega asks, he presses down more "More" fuck he is going insane, Soobin is insane, but he does it anyway, he presses more "Jun" He moans and Yeonjun loses his shit.

The alpha pulls his hand back to Soobin's waist and leans down to suck one nipple, hearing the omega moan and arch his back from the bed. He suckes it, bites it, licks it.. then he does the same thing with the other one, over and over again.

He sits back on his knees between the omega's spread legs and stare at his cock hidden by the lacy panties. 

He uses one hand to stroke his own dick, hissing as he watches Soobin's body opened for him. 

He uses his other hand to hold the fabric of the panties, pulling it up and releasing it, letting it slap against the omega's cock "You're..." He can't even find the words to describe him, it's beyond words. 

He strokes his cock over the panties, watching Soobin squirm under his hand. Moans coming out of him already hoarse from the sucking before. His own hands coming up to pinch his nipples, giving himself pleasure. Yeonjun would go insane watching the omega pleasure himself.

He let go of his dick and of the omega's one, then he pulls the panties down, freeing the omega completely. He has to move from the middle of his legs to be able to take it off him. When he kneels back, he uses both of his hands to open Soobin's legs, going back to his spot on top of him.

He gets to see his cock, red tip laying against his stomach, a pool of pre come leaking into his stomach. He looks down a little more, wanting to see his hole, but it's covered by his asscheeks. 

He looks up to the omega's face, bringing one hand to one on his asscheeks, in this position, with Soobin laying on the bed it was hard, but fuck, he needed to see it, just a quick look.

Soobin watched as he grabbed one pillow and helped put it under the omega's hips, keeping him elevated. Soobin watched as he touched one of his asscheeks and looked at him. The omega didn't say anything, letting it happen.

He pulled the band to the side, finally beeing able to see the glistening hole. He frowned his eyebrows, licking his lips, watching as one more gush of slick came out of him. Soobin's vanilla scent was so strong now it was almost sickening.

The alpha looked back at Soobin's face, searching for any disconfort, there wasn't any. He brought the hand that was holding the ass upper, feeling his fingers getting wet from all the slick that was coming out.

His thumb touched the omega's hole, spreading the slick around it. It didn't need, everything was wet, but fuck he wanted to touch him. He watched as the rim twitched under his finger, relaxing, asking for it. He heard the omega's soft moan and looked back at his face, meeting his eyes.

"Soobin... I... fuck" He says, eyes moving from the omega's face to his hole "Bin... I wanna taste you" He says holding Soobin's cock, stroking him in a good speed, not to fast, not to slow.

Soobin looked at him through hazy eyes "Do it" He whispers. 

The truth was, he wanted nothing more than to feel Yeonjun touching him. He might not be ready for his cock, but he sure as hell wants his tongue on him.

Yeonjun looked at him with eyes wide open. He put a little bit of pressure on his thumb that was on Soobin's whole, making the omega's breath get even heavier and his eyes close automatically "You sure?".

Soobin only nods, that's not good enough for the alpha. Yeonjun hovers above him, taking both of his hands out of the omega's body to support himself by the side of his hair. Soobin whines at the end of stimulation and opens his eyes to find Yeonjun's face in front of his.

"You want this Soobin?" He asks slowly "I need you to tell me you do... I can't... A nod is not gonna do it" He says staring into his eyes.

"Just... just your tongue" He says shy "I really... no, Hyung, I need it".

Yeonjun closed his eyes "Fuck, yeah, ok" He says moving again. He lays down between Soobin's legs and puts both of them over his shoulders. He moves the pillow up to Soobin's lower back and holds his thighs over his shoulder "Look at me" He says and the omega does "Tell me if you want to stop, any moment... tell me".

Soobin looked at him. The softness in the alpha's voice and the care in his eyes didn't match the position he was in, ready to tear Soobin appart "I will" He whispered and Yeonjun smiled at him.

The sweet look on his eyes was gone the second they went back to Soobin's hole.

Yeonjun tilts his head, kissing the inside of his left thigh, causing Soobin to tremble. He sighed low as the alpha's kisses went up his thigh.

He was ready to feel Yeonjun's tongue on his hole, but the alpha skipped it. Instead, warmth surrounded the tip os his dick, making him throw his head back as his hips lifted from the pillow bellow him. 

Yeonjun took him all the way down, keeping his eyes focused on the omega's reaction. 

He licked the whole lengh of his dick, hollowing his cheek on every suck, letting it hit his throat, drawning on Soobin's moans, on his pleasure.

He pulled out from his dick. Licked down his balls, sucking one slightly into his mouth, and then, a little lower, right in front of him, was the thing he wanted the most. Fuck did he want that.

"You can pull my hair if you need" He says looking at Soobin, who nods.

He flats his tongue and licks all around his hole, but never trully there. He moans at the taste of Soobin's slick, wanting to drink in every little bit of it. Soobin's moans keep getting louder and louder ad the alpha licks him everywhere, except where he wants it.

His hands do find Yeonjun's hair "Hyung, please" He begs. 

Yeonjun looks at him, what greets him is the sight of a crying omega. His senses get up all at once. He takes his face off the middle of his leg and he whimpers. He tries to get up but the hand on his hair keeps him still.

"Don't.. don't stop, Junie, please".

That's when Yeonjun realizes, he is crying from pleasure "Fuck, you're so pretty" He says kissing his thigh again "Gonna give it to you love".

And then he dives in.

His tongue presses flat on the omega's hole.

Soobin bucks his hips up, moaning loudly. Yeonjun holds him by the thigh and keeps him still.

He licks his hole slowly, savoring the taste, the feeling and the moment. 

Who wasn't as calm as he was Soobin. The omega held his hair tightly as he moans and sobs loudly "Please, Junnie more, please".

Yeonjun groans on his rim, the pleas and crying getting him insane. He pulled Soobin's thighs stronger, forcing his legs to go even higher, giving him a better look from the hole, and a better angle to ruin it.

He sucks on the rim, hearing the moans get louder. Soobin's whole body shivering and trembling under him.

Then he finally enters him with his tongue. He feels the tight hole acomodating his tongue as Soobin moaned louder, one hand firm on the alpha's hair and the other gripping the bedsheets tightly.

He was drooling and crying, his pillow soaked as he hides his face on it, the stimulation too much, but too good.

Yeonjun alternates between sucking, liking and fucking him open with his tongue. Soobin was a mess, by now he couldn't even form a thought.

The alpha on the other hand was in a bliss. He wanted more, his own cock getting even harder, if that's even possible. Soobin's squearming, sobs and moans going straight to his mind, he couldn't think off anything that it wasn't pleasuring Soobin.

"Hyung" He moaned "Hyung come here please" He said under his pleas, cyring and sobs.

He used his hand to try to pull Yeonjun up. 

Yeonjun stopped as soon as he realized Soobin was trying to pull him up, when realized the omega was serious.

He went, dropping the omega's legs and following his lead. He stoped above the other one's face, seeing the state he was in. Wrecked, Soobin was a wreck. 

"Something wrong?" He asks caressing his cheek. 

Soobin pulls him into a kiss, shoving his tongue inside the alpha's mouth, not that he was complaining, he wouldn't. 

When they break the kiss Soobin leans his forehead against him "I... I want.." He starts but the shame creeps in, suddently he is red, but not from the activity they were in, but red from shame, which the alpha realizes.

He leaves a kiss on the omega's cheek "What is it love?" He asks softly.

Soobin looks at him. The sight is clear, his pretty boyfriend, his alpha. He had nothing to question, nothing to be afraid off, it was Yeonjun "I.. I want you to finger me" He says at last, watching as the information settles on Yeonjun's brain.

"You... are you sure?".

"Yeah, I want it"

Yeonjun takes a deep breath, trying not to pass out, trying to control himself. He needed to use all self control he had left now.

"How... how do you want it?" He asks kissing the omega's neck.

"Like before" Soobin says "On my back".

Yeonjun looks at him and nods, taking the position.

He helps the pillow get straight under the omega's hips and kneels in the middle of his legs again, raising both of them to his shoulders "Do you... you want lube?" He asks staring at his rim "I mean.. you're wet enough, but if you want it, I can go get it".

"No, no lube... as you said.. I am wet enough" He repeats looking at Yeonjun, seeing the alpha biting his lower lip.

Yeonjun takes his middle finger to his hole, making small circular movements "And you'll tell me if you want to stop right?".

"I will Hyung" He promises.

Yeonjun moves closer, the only space left between them was the right amount for his fingers "Ready?" He asks looking at Soobin's face.

The omega nods and slowly he puts pressure on his finger. He presses inside him, watching Soobin's face as he feels it. His eyes try to betray him and look at the hole swallowing him, but he needed to know that Soobin was okay.

Yet, when he fully settle inside, all he could think about was how it fell "God you're tight" He says kissing the inside of his thigh "Wet.. warm" He says as he takes the finger out slowly, leaving only the tip before going back in.

Soobin keeps moaning low as he does it, in a speed he knows it won't be enough, but the omega needed to grow used to it before he could even think about going faster. 

He kissed his thigh again "How you're feeling?" He asks looking at Soobin. 

The omega opens his eyes and looks at him, burning from the way Yeonjun was staring at him "Good it's... it's good" He says feeling the finger go in and out of him at a slow speed, it wasn't enough "Another one?" he asks Yeonjun.

The alpha smiles sweetly at him before taking his finger out, causing the omega to whine. 

When the touch comes back, there's two fingers "Okay?" He asks and Soobin nods, so he presses the two fingers inside him slowly, hearing a moan from the omega "Tell me when" He says kissing all over the inside of his thigh. 

He leans down and gets the omega's cock inside his mouth, sucking him slowly, distracting him. Soobin's moans are making him go insane "Move... hyung please" He does, he obeys Soobin without thinking twice. 

He pulls his fingers out to the tip, then in to the base. He does it slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the omega.

He kneels back up, eyes fixed on his fingers fucking Soobin "God you're so pretty".

He takes his own cock into his hand.

"Look at how well you're taking me Soobin.... such a good boy for me" He isn't even controling his mouth anymore, mind focused on fucking his fingers into Soobin and jerking himself off, but from the way Soobin's breath hitches, he certanly likes the way Yeonjun is talking.  

"Faster" Soobin whispers. He is moaning and panting into the pillow.

Yeonjun rearranges his position a little, causing his fingers to brush against that specific bunch of nerves that cause the omega's back to arch and the loudest moan yet coming out of him, Yeonjun smirks.

"Here?" He asks with a smirk, making sure to hit that stop on every thrust of his fingers.

Soobin nods looking at him "There, there Hyung... Oh God" He moans arching his back. Yeonjun feels the omega's body warning that he is close, he sees his dick twitch. 

He lets go off his own dick to hold Soobin's, watching the omega roll his eyes "Look at me baby".

The omega does, eyes filled with tears and face wet from the whole crying.

"You gonna come for me?" He asks and Soobin nods "Yeah?" He feels Soobin's whole squeezing his fingers "Fuck, you're squeezing me in love" He says thursting faster "Feel so good around my fingers Binnie".

"Jun... Yeonjun god" He tries to close his eyes but remembers to keep staring at Yeonjun "Junnie.. Jun, Jun, I'm.. Jun I'm gonna come" He moans louder and louder.

"Yeah? Come for me Soobin".

Soobin's body goes up and up until he colapses down as thick ropes of cum stain his torso and Yeonjun's hands. He shakes as the waves of his orgasm go through him. 

Yeonjun smiles looking at him, still fucking him through his orgasm. He only takes his fingers out when he realizes how sensible the omega is.

Then he takes his own cock into his hands, knowing that it won't need much. He strokes himself watching Soobin's hole clenching and relaxing over being empty. He looks at the omega's cock and his stained torso. And Soobin's face, filled with tears.

The black eyes open to meet his and Yeonjun's hand move faster around himself, moaning loudly. 

"On me" Soobin whispers "Come on me Junnie".

That's all it takes. He comes in the second. His cum hitting Soobin's dick, his thighs and specially, his hole, that now was painted white.

Soobin himself moans with the warm feeling of Yeonjun's cum on his hole. 

The alpha strokes himself until his orgasm is over. 

Then he colapses on the bed, next to Soobin. He reaches a hand to pull the omega closer, holding his body against himself.

“I love you,” he murmurs into Soobin’s hair. His voice is low, warm, still a little breathless from everything they had just shared. Soobin’s face stays tucked against Yeonjun’s neck, his breath brushing soft and hot over the alpha’s skin. Yeonjun can’t see his smile, but he feels it—curving gently against his throat, blooming there like something that settles and stays.

Yeonjun lifts a hand to cradle the back of Soobin’s head before sliding his fingers along his jaw, coaxing him to look up. 

“Hey,” he whispers, thumb brushing the omega’s cheek. “Everything okay?”

Soobin’s eyes soften immediately, warm in a way that makes Yeonjun’s chest feel full to the point of aching. He leans in for a kiss—slow, tender, a kiss that feels like a thank-you, like grounding, like home. When he pulls back, he’s still smiling. “It was perfect, Jun,” he whispers, voice barely there but sure.

The words hit Yeonjun all at once, and his breath catches. He smiles back—small, almost shy—and presses another kiss to Soobin’s lips, then to his temple, unable to help himself. “We need a shower,” he murmurs against his skin. “Can I give you one, or is this the moment you start feeling embarrassed again?”

The teasing earns him a soft punch to the chest—more of a tap, really—but it makes Yeonjun huff a laugh, eyes fond.

“Shut up,” Soobin groans, though his cheeks are already pink. “Go on. Take care of me.” He throws it out as a joke, but there’s softness under it—trust, affection, that quiet vulnerability he rarely lets show.

He definitely doesn’t expect Yeonjun to move.

But Yeonjun does. Immediately.

With a low gasp of surprise, Soobin finds himself lifted—effortlessly, embarrassingly easily—into the alpha’s arms, one under his back and one behind his knees, like he weighs absolutely nothing.

“What the fuck?” Soobin laughs, startled but grinning, his hands instinctively looping around Yeonjun’s shoulders for balance.

“Let me take care of my boyfriend,” Yeonjun says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. His voice is soft, almost reverent, but steady with affection. He starts walking toward the bathroom, Soobin held close against his chest.

Soobin can feel Yeonjun’s heartbeat—strong, steady, fast in the way that tells him the alpha is still overwhelmed, still full of everything they just shared. And he realizes his own heart is matching the rhythm, just as fast, just as full.

He rests his forehead against Yeonjun’s cheek as they move, breathing him in. Yeonjun presses a kiss into Soobin’s hair without slowing down, thumb rubbing circles against the omega’s side like he can’t help touching him, like he doesn’t want there to be a single second of distance.

And for the first time in hours, maybe longer, Soobin feels the tension slowly melt out of his body—safe, warm, carried.

Together, they disappear into the soft light of the bathroom, still wrapped around each other like neither of them is ready to let go yet.

The bathroom light is soft—warm enough to feel intimate, dim enough to blur the sharp edges of reality. Yeonjun nudges the door open with his shoulder, still carrying Soobin like he’s something precious, something he refuses to set down too quickly.

“Put me down,” Soobin mutters, cheeks flushed, though his hands don’t loosen from around Yeonjun’s neck.

“Hmm,” Yeonjun hums, “but you look cute like this.”

Soobin scoffs, but his ears go red. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like that,” Yeonjun answers easily, lowering him to his feet with a gentleness that makes Soobin’s chest twist. 

He keeps a hand on the omega’s waist for balance, thumb grazing bare skin in slow, idle motions that feel far more intentional than casual.

Yeonjun reaches past him to turn on the shower, steam beginning to fog the glass almost instantly. The air grows warm, heavy, wrapping around them.

Soobin watches him adjust the water temperature, and something in him flutters. There’s a tension now—not the urgent, hungry kind from earlier, but a quieter, lingering spark that makes every small touch feel amplified.

Yeonjun glances over his shoulder. “Stop staring. You’re making me shy.”

Soobin laughs. “You? Shy? After everything you just—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Yeonjun warns, pointing a finger at him while trying (and failing) to hide his grin.

Soobin bites back a smirk. “Why? Embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” Yeonjun echoes, stepping closer, fingers brushing the omega’s hip. “Baby, I think you’re forgetting who was the one begging—”

“Shut up!” Soobin blurts, shoving him weakly in the chest, face burning.

Yeonjun bursts out laughing, catching Soobin’s wrist before he can pull away. He leans in, brushing a kiss onto his cheek—barely there, teasing, reverent. 

“I’m kidding,” he whispers, though the glint in his eyes promises he’s enjoying this far too much.

He opens the shower door and gestures. 

“Come on. I said I’d take care of you.”

Soobin steps inside, the hot water cascading over him instantly, relaxing his muscles, fogging his thoughts. Yeonjun joins him moments later, and even without touching, his presence fills the space—warm, close, overwhelming.

But of course, Yeonjun doesn’t stay “without touching” for long.

His hands find Soobin’s shoulders first, thumbs smoothing gentle circles along tense muscles. Then his fingers trace down his arms, slow and careful, like memorizing him all over again. Soobin’s breath stutters—not from the heat of the water, but from the way Yeonjun handles him, soft but undeniably possessive.

“Relax,” Yeonjun murmurs behind him, voice low, warm against Soobin’s ear. “You’re still trembling a little.”

“I’m not,” Soobin lies, entirely trembling.

“You are,” Yeonjun says, smile audible, hands sliding to Soobin’s waist.

The teasing continues—quiet, breathy laughs, little comments that dip just enough into what happened earlier to make Soobin smack his chest again, turning even redder.

And Yeonjun drinks in every reaction like it’s his favorite thing in the world.

At some point, Soobin reaches for the shampoo bottle, but Yeonjun takes it from his hand with a simple, “Let me.”

Soobin doesn’t argue.

Not when Yeonjun works his fingers through his hair carefully, massaging slow and steady, not when he tilts Soobin’s head gently under the spray to rinse, not when he murmurs, “Good boy,” under his breath like he forgot to filter himself.

Soobin freezes.

“Don’t say things like that!” he hisses, voice cracking.

“Why not?” Yeonjun asks innocently. “You liked it earlier—”

Soobin whips around. “Yeonjun!”

Yeonjun just grins, water dripping down his face, entirely unbothered.

The tension pulses between them—warm, close, addictive. The kind that isn’t rushing anywhere, but refuses to fade.

Soobin turns back toward the spray, trying to hide his expression, breathing a little too fast.

Yeonjun steps forward.

One hand finds Soobin’s waist. The other lifts his chin—not forcefully, just enough to guide him. Soobin looks up, startled by the sudden closeness.

Yeonjun’s expression softens, affection and hunger tangled together.

Without a word, he walks Soobin backward until the omega’s back meets the warm, wet glass of the shower wall. His body presses in gently but undeniably, caging Soobin in—not trapping, just surrounding.

“Soobin,” he breathes, voice dropping.

Soobin swallows hard. “What?”

Yeonjun leans in until their noses brush, his hand framing Soobin’s jaw, thumb stroking the corner of his lips.

“Just needed to kiss you,” he whispers.

And he does.

Slow at first, deliberate, the kind of kiss that feels like it’s claiming something. The water pours over them, steam curling around their bodies as the kiss deepens—soft but heated, sweet but charged with the tension they’d been pretending wasn’t there.

Soobin melts into him instantly, fingers curling in the fabricless warmth of Yeonjun’s shoulders, letting himself be kissed, held, pressed softly against the fogged glass.

And Yeonjun kisses him like he doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon.

Yeonjun doesn’t kiss him gently this time. The moment his mouth meets Soobin’s, something inside him snaps—slow hunger turning sharp, focused. His free hand slides up Soobin’s waist, fingers tracing the wet line of his ribs before settling firmly at his hip, pulling him closer.

Soobin inhales sharply against his lips.

Yeonjun swallows the sound.

The hand holding Soobin’s jaw tilts his face just enough to deepen the kiss, thumb brushing along the omega’s cheekbone. His fingers thread into the damp hair behind Soobin’s ear, not pulling, just holding him in place—asking and taking at the same time.

Water runs down their bodies, trickling between their chests where they press together.

Soobin's own hands go searching—one gripping Yeonjun’s bicep instinctively, grounding himself, the other sliding up the alpha’s chest, feeling the heat beneath the water. His fingers curl at the back of Yeonjun’s neck, tugging him closer like he needs the kiss to continue, like breathing can wait.

Yeonjun groans softly, the sound low and rough, vibrating right against Soobin’s mouth. He presses in more, body aligning with Soobin’s, guiding him tighter against the fogged glass until there’s barely space left between them except for heat and water.

The kiss turns messier then—less controlled, more wanting. Their mouths part for air only to crash back together with even more urgency, lips sliding, breaths mixing.

Yeonjun’s thumb strokes the corner of Soobin’s lower lip before he catches it between his teeth in a brief, teasing nip.

Soobin gasps, fingers tightening on his shoulder.

“Jun…” he whispers, voice trembling between need and surprise.

The sound only spurs Yeonjun on.

His hand at Soobin’s waist slides lower, gripping, guiding, pulling their bodies flush in a way that leaves no doubt about the tension simmering just below the surface. Not explicit, just physical—charged—electric.

Soobin’s breath comes out shaky against his mouth, his entire body leaning into Yeonjun as if drawn by gravity alone.

Yeonjun kisses him again—slow but deep, savoring, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of Soobin’s lips with his own.

His hands never stop moving. One anchored at the back of Soobin’s neck, fingers splayed possessively. The other at his waist, stroking, squeezing, urging him closer.

Their foreheads brush, breaths mingling, lips barely apart.

And then Yeonjun murmurs, low and hoarse, right against his mouth:

“God, you drive me crazy”.

Soobin shivers, gripping him back like he feels the same.

"This was supposed to be a shower".

Yeonjun kisses his neck, mouthing at his scent gland.

"It is a shower".

If Soobin ends up bended over the bathroom wall as Yeonjun fucks his fingers into him, that's another story.

The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft warm glow of the bedside lamp. Shadows stretch lazily across the walls, still holding traces of the steam they brought from the bathroom. 

The air smells faintly of soap, warm skin, and the familiar scent of Yeonjun—already melted into Soobin’s again. Their clothes are scattered near the armchair, not exactly messy but definitely left behind in the kind of hurry that comes only when a “quick shower” becomes anything but that.

The sheets are warm when they settle into bed, covered only by a light blanket. 

Soobin immediately curls against Yeonjun’s chest, like that space was carved out just for him. His head rests over the alpha’s heart, one arm draped over his waist, one leg hooked casually over his thigh. It’s comfortable. Safe. The kind of quiet that only comes after... well, after what happened.

Yeonjun runs his fingers through Soobin’s damp hair, slow and gentle, like he’s trying to massage sleep into him.

They stay silent for a few seconds, until Yeonjun breathes out a quiet laugh—one Soobin feels more than hears.

“Soooo...” he starts, voice low, obviously teasing. “Are you really gonna pretend you didn’t almost knock me out in the shower?”

Soobin instantly freezes—then groans and lightly smacks his chest.

“Shut up...”

Yeonjun bursts out laughing, kissing the top of his head “Soobin. You made a sound in there that I swear—”

“JUN!” Soobin practically yelps, mortified. “No. No talking about that.”

“I think the whole neighborhood heard it.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Soobin announces, trying to push away.

Yeonjun wraps an arm around his waist and drags him right back in “Try it, love. You won’t make it two steps.”

Soobin hides his face in Yeonjun’s chest—an automatic reaction at this point—which only encourages the alpha more.

“You liked it,” Yeonjun murmurs, low enough to vibrate against Soobin’s ear, warm and devastating.

Soobin’s whole body shivers.

“I—I...” His throat closes up. His fingers tighten on Yeonjun’s skin, as if holding him is easier than admitting anything out loud.

Yeonjun notices. And softens.

His hand slides slowly down Soobin’s back, careful and comforting.

“Hey...look at me.”

Soobin lifts his head slowly, eyes already shiny in the low light.

“Are you okay with everything?” Yeonjun asks, voice gentle now. “I need to know. Always.”

Soobin swallows, breathes in deep... then nods. But no—he needs to say it.

“Yes,” he whispers. “It was... good. Really good.”

Yeonjun smiles, but Soobin forces himself to keep going, cheeks burning.

“I liked it, Jun. I... liked everything" He hides his face again, dying of embarrassment “God...”

Yeonjun cups his face and guides him to look up again.

“Thank you,” he whispers, pressing a long kiss to Soobin’s forehead. “For trusting me.”

Soobin closes his eyes at the touch, relaxing a little more into him.

“I do trust you,” he says. Simple. Heavy. Enough to make Yeonjun hold him a little tighter.

A moment later, Soobin’s voice comes again, softer:

“Jun?”

“Hm?”

“Are you happy?”

“Completely.”

Soobin gives a tiny, sleepy smile and settles back onto his chest, like the question had been the last thing he needed before letting go.

“I love you,” he murmurs, half-asleep.

Yeonjun pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, kisses the top of his head slowly, and closes his arms around him.

“I love you,” he whispers back, even softer. “Sleep, my love.”

Soobin breathes one last deep breath, his body finally relaxing fully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm.

And just like that—legs tangled together, breaths syncing in the dark—they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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CHAPTER 7

2 WEEKS LATER

"You're trying to get me insane Soobin" Yeonjun moaned as the omega grinded on his lap.

Every since that night after the party, since he had his fingers inside Soobin, since the omega had his mouth around his cock, it seemed like they couldn't stop. 

By now Yeonjun had fucked Soobin with his fingers a thousand times. Had bend the omega against a wall so many times he couldn't keep track. He's had him in the omega's bed, on his own bed, on the supply closet wall, on the bathroom wall in Kai's place, against the door of some restaurant they went on a date. 

And it always came from Soobin. Yeonjun made sure to let Soobin iniciate things. 

But the omega seemed unstopable.

That's how he finds himself on Soobin's bed, with the omega grinding his ass on his already hard dick. All while his parents are downstairs making dinner for both of them. 

"Jesus Christ Soobin" The alpha moaned when he sucked his scent gland. He could feel Soobin's dick against his stomach on every thrust. The smell from arousel covering the room, mixing with Soobin's slick. 

He held the omega's waist strongly, stopping him from moving. Soobin whined on his neck, taking his face off of it to look at the alpha, eyes filled with confusion and bitterness. Yeonjun stared into his eyes and thrusted upwards, causing his dick to find the omega's ass again while holding him in place.

"Shh... you're parent's are downstairs, keep it quiet" He told the omega, never stopping the movement from his hips. 

He used his other hand to pull Soobin by the nape, crashing their mouths together. 

The kiss was fast and messy, spit leaking everywhere from both parts, teeth nipping their lips on every opportunity, ragged breaths and moans spilling out of them.

"Hyung" The omega moanes broken.

Yeonjun used the opportunity to raise the omega's shirt, leading the hem to his mouth "Bite on this for me" He says and Soobin does.

He leans down and licks the omega's nipples, his hips never stopping their movements. He wanted to make Soobin cum. The omega's eyes filled with tears from the stimulation, his body begging for release, luckly Yeonjun knew his well enough. 

"You're close?" He asked looking up, recieving a nod from the other one. He sucked his nipple inside his mouth, biting on it as he knows it's Soobin's preference. 

He hears footsteps on the hallway. His eyes reach the omega's face, hips still working. Soobin rolls his eyes and drops the shirt from his mouth "Don't stop, don't you fucking dare" He whispers at the alpha.

"Bin-" He starts saying and knocks on the door stop him.

"Boys, dinner is ready, hurry up" Seokjin's voice come from the door.

Everything happens in a rush. 

The alpha uses his hand to shut the omega, pressing it on his mouth. Soobin's eyes roll in the same second, as he cums on his pants, body shaking from the orgasm, Yeonjun's hand beeing the only thing preventing him from moaning out loud. The alpha opens his eyes wide, realizing what just happened.

The omega relaxes his body, falling into Yeonjun's.

"We're coming Hyung" He says to the man behind the door, only then hearing his footsteps getting further. 

He breaths again, his own hard cock forgotten in his underwear. 

You’re insane,” Soobin murmurs into Yeonjun’s neck, voice muffled against warm skin. 

His breath is still uneven, his cheeks still flushed from everything that had just happened in the shower. The alpha raises an eyebrow, gently coaxing Soobin’s face out of its hiding place with two fingers under his jaw.

“I’m insane?” he asks, tone mockingly offended, eyes dancing with amusement.

Soobin huffs and sits up a little straighter on Yeonjun’s lap, still catching his breath “You didn’t stop!” the omega says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Yeonjun barks out a laugh. “You threatened me not to!” he shoots back, watching Soobin scramble off his lap in flustered indignation.

“I don’t remember that,” Soobin says, playing innocent as he scoots farther up the bed, hair a soft mess around his face.

“Oh yeah?” Yeonjun shifts forward, crawling after him like a predator who has already chosen his prey. He brackets Soobin with his arms, settling above him "So I’m insane?”

The omega gulps and nods under him, stubborn even now.

“Funny...” Yeonjun drawls, pretending to think about it with exaggerated seriousness. “You wanna know what I think is insane?” His voice drops, slow and dangerous, sarcastic but heated. “The way you came.”

Soobin freezes. His breath catches.

Yeonjun’s mouth curves into a wicked grin as he lowers his head to the omega’s neck.

He kisses the warm skin there, deliberately slow.

Soobin’s eyes widen—he hadn’t thought Yeonjun noticed that part. Not that clearly.

“Tell me, Bin,” he whispers, breath ghosting over the omega’s ear. “What made you cum?”

A kiss under the ear.

“The fear of getting caught?”

Another kiss.

“Or was it my hand shutting you up?”

He nips Soobin’s earlobe gently, and the omega’s entire body jerks with embarrassment.

Then Yeonjun pulls back just enough to see Soobin’s face—

red.

Red like a sunrise, red like he might combust if Yeonjun keeps looking at him.

The alpha laughs, delighted, leaning down to give him a soft, affectionate kiss “For what it’s worth, I think it’s hot... whatever reason it was.”

Soobin lets out a miserable little groan and immediately buries his face in the pillow, pushing weakly at Yeonjun’s chest.

“We gotta go to dinner,” he mumbles, rolling off the bed, still red to the tips of his ears. Yeonjun’s laugh follows him as the alpha finally sits up too.

“We do, love... but you should change first.” Yeonjun comes up behind him, sliding warm hands around his waist.

That’s when Soobin looks down— and realizes he’s still messy.

Warm slick against his thighs, drying cum on his pants.

And when he glances up at Yeonjun’s groin…

“You didn’t cum,” he says, eyes widening with guilt.

“It’s okay.” When the omega looks back up, Yeonjun is smiling, soft and smug all at once “I wanted you to. It was worth it.”

Soobin’s chest squeezes. He steps closer without thinking, reaching up to kiss him—slow, gentle, a kiss full of gratitude and softness and adoration.

“I’ll pay that back later,” he whispers against Yeonjun’s lips.

The alpha’s eyes go wide, pupils dilating like he’d just been handed a lifelong wish.

He tightens his grip on Soobin’s waist and kisses him deeper, stealing the omega’s breath for a few seconds before pulling away reluctantly.

“Go change. I’ll wait downstairs.”

Soobin nods and starts toward the bathroom, still wobbly from everything.

Yeonjun watches him go, smiling like he’s the happiest idiot alive.

Only when Soobin closes the door does he glance down to make sure he’s gone soft.

Once confirmed, the alpha straightens his clothes, runs a hand through his hair, and steps quietly out of the room—still grinning like he won something.

And maybe he did.

When he reaches downstairs, Seokjin and Namjoon are leaning against the counter, shoulders pressed together as they whisper about something. Their faces look worried at first glance, but Yeonjun quickly realizes it’s the kind of “worried” that really means nosy.

Seokjin is the first to notice him. The older alpha lightly squeezes Namjoon’s waist and jerks his chin toward Yeonjun.

“Hi, honey,” Seokjin greets with a warm smile, pulling a chair out for him. Yeonjun sits, trying to act normal—even though he’s still buzzing from the upstairs chaos.

“Where’s Soobin?” Namjoon asks as Yeonjun takes a sip of his juice.

“Bathroom,” Yeonjun answers simply, taking another sip.

“I’ll bet,” Seokjin mutters casually. Then, with perfect comedic timing, “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not.”

The sentence is simple, but the tone—oh, the tone—tells Yeonjun everything.

He knows.

The alpha chokes on his juice so violently that Seokjin bursts into laughter and starts patting his back.

“What does that mean?” Namjoon asks, eyebrows narrowing with suspicion.

“Nothing, honey,” Seokjin answers smoothly, waving a dismissive hand. “Soobin will be here in a second.”

Yeonjun stares at him, wide-eyed and terrified—half expecting a lecture, a warning, something. But all Seokjin offers is a knowing, gentle smile that somehow reassures him and embarrasses him at the same time.

“There you are—finally, we’re starving,” Namjoon says when he sees Soobin entering the room.

Soobin smiles shyly and takes his seat beside Yeonjun. He gives the alpha a quick, soft grin, unaware of how watched they are. “Sorry, needed to use the bathroom,” he says.

“So I’ve heard,” Namjoon murmurs.

Yeonjun coughs again. Seokjin laughs again.

They gather their plates and start serving themselves from the dishes on the table. Seokjin’s cooking is one of Yeonjun’s favorite things in the world—no matter how awkward the situation.

“So, Yeonjun-ah, how’s college going?” Namjoon asks.

“It’s been good. Busy, but manageable,” Yeonjun replies.

“I still don’t know how you study psychology,” Seokjin says dramatically. “If I had to understand how our brains work, I’d lose mine.”

Yeonjun grins. “My dad said the same thing.”

“Well, I take it back. I totally understand why you choose psychology,” Seokjin says. “God forbid me from agreeing with anything Yoongi says.”

“That’s why the two of you broke up,” Namjoon adds casually, as if this is a mandatory detail for every conversation ever.

“Do you have to bring that up every time?” Seokjin groans, making both boys laugh.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Anyway—what about you, kiddo? How’s college?”

Yeonjun turns subtly toward Soobin just as he places a hand on the omega’s thigh under the table. Soobin freezes.

Yeonjun doesn’t look at him, but the message is loud and clear.

Remember the supply closet?

The chem lab?

Last period, empty classroom?

Soobin’s face burns instantly.

“Son? You okay?” Namjoon asks, frowning.

Yeonjun squeezes his thigh once before letting go.

Soobin clears his throat and forces his eyes up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. College is good. I’m catching up on the notes I missed and I’m understanding the material again.”

“That’s good,” Namjoon says, satisfied.

“That’s what I don’t get,” Yeonjun teases. “Someone willingly studying math.”

“You don’t get it because you’re terrible at it,” Soobin fires back.

Yeonjun dramatically clutches his chest. “You’re so mean to me, Binnie.”

Soobin tries to smack his arm, but Yeonjun dodges with a grin. 

“See? Look how he treats me, hyung.”

Seokjin laughs as Soobin raises his hand to hit Yeonjun again. “Alright, that’s enough out of you two,” he says, though he’s still smiling.

Namjoon glances at them with a look that is half-amused, half-fond. “They’re exactly like we used to be,” he whispers to Seokjin.

Seokjin smirks. “Please. I never hit you during dinner.”

“You threw a spoon at me once.”

“You deserved it.”

The boys both choke on their food at the same time, and the older couple bursts into laughter.

Yeonjun and Soobin exchange a look—exasperated, affectionate, and quietly panicked.

“They’re literally us,” Yeonjun whispers.

“Shut up,” Soobin mutters, cheeks red.

But he’s smiling.

Across the table, Seokjin watches them with soft eyes. Yes, he knows they were intimate upstairs. Yes, he knows exactly what “bathroom” means. But he says nothing.

Because this—this—is what matters.

Soobin is smiling. Yeonjun is teasing him, and Soobin is teasing back.

They fit together, just like he and Namjoon always have.

Maybe he pretends not to notice what goes on under his roof.

But as long as his son is happy, safe, loved—

nothing else matters.

And tonight, watching the two boys elbow each other while trying not to blush, Seokjin knows he has nothing to worry about.

“We need to talk to you,” Seokjin says once everyone has finished dinner. His tone is light enough not to scare them, but heavy enough that both boys immediately raise their heads. “Come on. Living room. Sit down.”

He gestures for them to follow, guiding the younger omega and alpha toward the couch, Namjoon quietly trailing behind.

Yeonjun feels his chest tighten with every step. A part of him—small but loud—fears Seokjin is about to bring up what he overheard earlier. His pulse jumps, beating behind his ears.

The alpha sits down on the sofa, Soobin settling beside him automatically, close enough for their sides to touch. Namjoon remains standing behind them, hands clasped behind his back, while Seokjin sits on the center table, directly in front of them. His posture is straight, shoulders tense.

“We got a call,” Seokjin begins, eyes fixed solely on his son.

Yeonjun’s heart stutters. The look in Seokjin’s eyes—careful, resolute—tells him that whatever this is, it isn’t small. The air feels heavier, pressing down on him.

“From the lawyer.”

Yeonjun swallows hard.

Just one sentence, and he knows.

Their little bubble—their warmth, their laughter during dinner, the softness of the last days—shatters instantly.

Seokjin doesn’t continue. Instead, he simply watches Soobin. Watches him brace.

“They caught Kwang,” Namjoon says from behind, voice firm, but not unkind.

Yeonjun’s eyes snap up to the elder alpha’s. Namjoon is already looking at him, and in that brief moment, something unspoken passes between them—rage, protectiveness, dread. A shared understanding that they would both burn the world to keep Soobin safe.

Yeonjun’s stomach twists violently. He feels sick.

Beside him, Soobin goes rigid—so subtly that maybe no one else would notice. But Yeonjun feels it immediately. He reaches for Soobin’s hand under the cushion, squeezing gently.

“Where?” Yeonjun asks, voice tight. His jaw clenches. 

“Daegu,” Namjoon says.

“No,” Yeonjun shakes his head once, heartbeat spiking. “Where is he now?” His eyes lock with Namjoon’s again, a silent, coiled threat running beneath the surface. They both want to know the same thing: is he contained? Is Soobin safe?

“Jail,” Seokjin answers, drawing Yeonjun’s gaze back to him. “He’s in jail, waiting for trial.”

Yeonjun’s breath leaves him in a sharp exhale. He turns immediately toward Soobin, who still hasn’t moved. His eyes are unfocused, staring past the coffee table as if the world around him has gone dim.

“When?” Soobin speaks, voice hoarse. 

It’s the first thing he’s said since dinner ended, and all three adults turn to him instantly.

“When is the trial?” He’s not looking at anyone. His expression is lost, faraway, as though he’s spiraling inside his own mind.

“Three days from now,” Namjoon says softly.

“Already? Don’t these things take more time?” Yeonjun asks sharply, anxiety bleeding into his tone.

“It was a priority,” Namjoon explains. “The case... it was flagged. They wanted it resolved.”

Soobin’s throat bobs. “Do I have to go?”

The question is barely above a whisper.

Seokjin inhales deeply, as if steadying himself. “Yeah, kiddo. You do. I’m so sorry.”

Silence hangs for a second—heavy, suffocating. Then Soobin stands abruptly.

“I’m tired,” he says flatly, eyes still glued to some invisible point in front of him. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He turns and climbs the stairs without waiting for a response.

Yeonjun watches him go, the sound of each step echoing like something cracking open in his chest. He covers his face with both hands, elbows on his knees, shaking his head slowly. He doesn’t cry, but his breathing is uneven—too fast, too shallow.

He stands. Both alphas turn their eyes to him, worried, but he doesn't hesitate.

“I’m gonna check on him,” he says quietly.

He takes a step toward the stairs—

“Jun,” Seokjin calls gently.

Yeonjun turns back.

Seokjin’s expression is raw—worried, begging, terrified. “Take care of him.”

“I will,” Yeonjun replies without a moment of doubt, his voice steadying with purpose. He turns back and heads up the stairs.

Yeonjun is gone from the room. Namjoon and Seokjin remain.

Seokjin’s shoulders slump the instant the boy disappears around the corner.

Namjoon moves beside him, placing a hand on the omega’s back. Seokjin rubs a hand over his face, exhaling hard.

“That look in his eyes...” Seokjin whispers. “I haven’t seen him like that in months.”

Namjoon nods grimly. “I know.”

“He froze, Joon. The moment I said the lawyer called, he froze.” His voice cracks slightly. “I thought... I thought maybe he was getting better.”

Namjoon cups the back of Seokjin’s neck, grounding him. “He is better. This doesn’t erase that.”

Seokjin shakes his head. “I’m scared. I’m scared he’s going to fall apart. I’m scared he’s going to shut us out again.”

Namjoon hesitates before speaking. “He won’t be alone this time.”

Seokjin lets out a bitter breath. “I know. I saw the way Yeonjun grabbed his hand. The way he kept watching him the whole conversation.” A small, wobbly smile forms. “He’s good for him.”

“He is,” Namjoon agrees. “But he’s also young. This is a lot to put on his shoulders.”

Seokjin looks toward the stairs with soft eyes. “He can handle it. Not alone... but with us.”

Then, quieter: 

“I just hope Soobin lets himself lean on him.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenches. “When that bastard goes to trial... I want Soobin to see justice. I want him to walk out of that courtroom and feel free for the first time in months.”

Seokjin nods, but his eyes glisten. “I just want my baby to stop being afraid.”

Namjoon pulls him closer with an arm around his waist, resting his forehead against Seokjin’s temple. “We’re gonna get him through this. All of us.”

Seokjin sighs deeply. “I know.”

But for a long moment, neither of them moves. They stand there together, holding onto each other, silently praying Soobin is in Yeonjun’s arms by now—held tightly enough to forget, even for a second, what waits for him in three days.

When he gets inside the omega's room, Soobin is already on his bed, laying on his side, his eyes following Yeonjun's moves.

The alpha slowly reaches the bed, taking his shirt off before getting on it. He also lays on his side, staring at Soobin.

He reaches one hand, caressing the omega's cheeks. 

It wasn't time to get into his own head, Soobin needed him more, it wasn't time to think about his homicidal thoughts.

Before he had the chance of saying anything, Soobin surged foward.

The omega's hands combed in his hair as Soobin kissed him breathless. His tongue forced itself inside Yeonjun's mouth, meeting the alpha's one.

Yeonjun didn't know how to react, that was not what he was expecting when he got into the room.

Yeonjun held Soobin by his shoulder, pulling him away, hearing the omega's complain and whimper. He opened his eyes, staring at Soobin's closed ones. It took the omega a few seconds to realize Yeonjun wasn't going to kiss him again, also opening his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Yeonjun asked, staring into his eyes, his voice soft and caring.

"What I promised you earlier I would" He said and Yeonjun remembered, Soobin had promised to take care of his erection "Let me do it" He said going in for another kiss, but Yeonjun held him back before he could, making the omega let out a frustrated groan.

"Baby... talk to me" He said softly. 

Soobin looked back at him "I don't want to" He answered petulant "I wanna make out, if you don't want me, jut say it".

"I'll always want you Soobin" He said ressuring the omega "But not like this... not when you're not doing it because you want it too".

"Why would I do it if I didn't want to?" The omega asked, visiblely upset.

"Because you want a distraction... and most days I would be happy to give it to you, but not on this subject, not like this".

"If I.." The omega starts, his eyes filling with tears "If talk about it, if I even think about it, I'm gonna break down, and I hate that" His eyes stay fixed on Yeonjun "I hate that he still has this power over me".

"Baby" He whispered softly, reaching a hand to Sobin's face, catching the firt fallen tear "It breaks my heart seeing you like this" He whispers to the other one.

"Hold me... please" The omega asks and Yeonjun is quick in pulling him into his arms, letting Soobin hide his face on his neck.

He lets the omega cry, knowing that he needed to take it out o his system, he needed to pull it all out. 

Only when he realizes he stopped crying he has the nerve to talk again "Do you wanna skip it? the trial" He asks low.

He wanted the son of a bitch convicted and arrested, he dreamed about it for months. But more than that, he wanted Soobin to be okay, and if that means not going to the trial, he will support him, even though it would weak their chances of getting Kwang.

"I can't, I have to go" Soobin whispered, face hidden in his neck. 

"Not if you don't want to". 

Soobin takes his face off his neck, staring at the alpha from above "He took too much from me... I can't let him take anything else... I need to go" He says slowly. Yeonjun gets it, he understood. 

"If that's what you want love" He says into the omega's eyes. 

Soobin sighs "I just hate that I have to tell everyone what he did to me... with him right there, hearing to it".

"I'm sorry baby" He says simple, there isn't anything he can say, or do, it's just not on his hands. 

Soobin looks at him with those pretty eyes "You'll be there?" He asks the alpha.

"Do you want me to?" He asks back, getting a nod from the youngest one "Then I'll be there" He says confident.

The truth is that just the idea of having to hear what Soobin went through again was too much for him, but he knew the omega needed him. His biggest fear in reality was to jump Kwang the minute he stands face to face with the alpha. 

"I'm sleepy" The omega whispered. Yeonjun layed him down on the matress, pulling the blanket over his body.

He leaned in and gave the omega a kiss on the forehead "Sleep love, we'll figure things out tomorrow".

Yeonjun stays there, watching as sleep comes to the omega, as his breathing turns heavier, his chest peacefully going up and down, his mouth slightly opening for air. He was so in love with his boy that hurt. 

He needed air.

The walls of Soobin’s room felt like they were folding inward, heavy with everything unsaid, everything held together by the thin thread of the omega’s composure. Yeonjun slipped out of the bed quietly, careful not to disturb him. The moonlight spilled across the hallway as he made his way downstairs, bare feet silent on the steps.

The house was entirely dark except for the faint glow from the stove clock. It meant everyone was asleep—or pretending to be. Everything tonight felt fragile enough that any sound might shatter it.

He grabbed a glass, filled it at the tap and leaned against the counter, head dropping as he let the cold water slide down his throat. He wasn’t sure if he was drinking or trying to drown the ache swelling in his chest.

“How is he?”

The voice startled him so sharply he choked on his own breath. He turned fast, heart punching against his ribs.

Namjoon sat on the corner chair by the kitchen island, elbows on his knees, watching him with a tired, knowing gaze. His silhouette looked heavier than before—years heavier.

Yeonjun blinked, lowering the glass.

“Not well,” he said, exhaling the truth like it physically hurt. “But he says he’ll be there... the trial.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, pushing himself up from the chair. His steps were soft but purposeful as he approached, stopping across the counter from him, mirroring Yeonjun’s posture. 

“Will you?” the older alpha asks, eyes steady on him.

“I can’t leave him.” Yeonjun’s voice cracked on the edges. He shrugged uselessly. “I won’t.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened—a rare, fleeting thing.

“I saw it in you,” he said. “The need for revenge. I have it too.” He tapped the counter lightly with his fingers, restless anger barely contained. “But we can’t... that’s only gonna hurt Soobin more.”

“I know.” Yeonjun’s grip tightened around the glass. “The last thing I want is to hurt him.”

“But it frustrates you,” Namjoon said gently.

“Of course it does.” His jaw clenched. He stared at the floor because looking at Namjoon would make it real. “I don’t... I don’t think getting him in jail is enough for what he did.” His voice broke, anger bleeding into grief. “He took so much. He hurt Soobin so much. You have no idea, hyung—his confidence, his self love, his first date, his first...”

His throat closed around the last word.

Namjoon didn’t push.

“His first time?” he asked quietly, though he already knew.

Yeonjun finally met his eyes.

“He deserved more,” he whispered. “He deserved a good experience… to feel that—wanting someone, being wanted back. He deserved that.”

It was messy, the kind of honesty that would embarrass him later, but Namjoon wasn’t just a father figure. He was hyung. Someone who understood the weight of wanting to protect someone you love more than yourself.

“Yeah,” Namjoon said softly. “He deserved that feeling.”

Then his gaze flicked downward—taking in the faint purple marks blooming along Yeonjun’s collarbone, ones Soobin must’ve left earlier. Something understanding and almost bittersweet crossed his features.

“And he will have better times,” he said. “He already is.”

Yeonjun made a strangled noise, mortified “Hyung…”

“Are you taking care of him?” Namjoon pressed, voice firm but not unkind. “Are you making it good for him? Letting him have those feelings we talked about?”

“We haven’t— I mean— not sex.” Yeonjun’s face burst into color almost immediately. “We haven’t done that yet.”

Namjoon looked genuinely surprised.

“You haven’t? But... I mean, the bruises and— hmm—the noises—”

“Hyung!” Yeonjun covered his face with one hand. “We’ve... done some things. But not sex.”

“Oh. Right.” Namjoon cleared his throat, equally embarrassed. “Why haven’t you?”

“He’s not ready,” Yeonjun answered instantly. “And I’m not in a hurry.”

Namjoon leaned back, expression softening.

“Good. That’s good.” A beat. “He’s not ready?”

“I mean it when I say Kwang took too much.” Yeonjun stared at the counter, knuckles white around the glass. “Too much.”

Silence stretched between them. Not uncomfortable—just heavy, weighted with mutual fury and grief. They were two alphas standing in a kitchen at midnight, carrying the same storm but in different shapes.

“He had stars in his eyes, you know?” Yeonjun finally said, voice distant. Namjoon turned his head slightly. “I used to look at him for hours... he was always so pretty. I can’t believe I didn’t realize how I felt earlier.” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “His eyes always shined so bright.”

“They don’t anymore?” Namjoon asked.

Yeonjun shook his head.

“Sometimes they do. When he’s really out of his mind—when he lets himself feel things.” He swallowed, turning to look at the elder alpha. “But most days... most days I don’t think he even recognizes himself.”

“And you do?” Namjoon asked gently. “You recognize him?”

“He’s always gonna be my Bun,” Yeonjun said immediately. “Sure, he changed, and he’ll change more—so will I. We’re young. But nothing’s ever gonna change how I feel. Or what I remember. He’ll always be the boy who came running to me when a clown jumped him at the circus.”

Namjoon barked out a low laugh, remembering it too.

“That’s why you tattooed him?” he asked, glancing at Yeonjun’s wrist.

“No,” Yeonjun said quietly. “I don’t need a tattoo to remember him. I did it to remember myself.” His fingers brushed the ink. “If he ever told me he didn’t want me... I’d still be glad I got it. To remember what we had. How I felt. It isn’t for him. It’s for me.”

Namjoon’s throat tightened. He didn’t hesitate—just pulled Yeonjun into a hug.

Yeonjun froze for a second, stunned, then relaxed against him. He didn’t realize how much he needed this—an anchor. A father.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Namjoon murmured, pressing a reassuring hand to the younger’s back. “Whatever happens in that courthouse three days from now... he’ll always have us. And it’s gonna be okay.”

Soobin was his son.

But so, in so many ways, was this boy in his arms.

Maybe not by blood.

But by love.

By history.

By the future crashing toward them.

And even if none of that counted…

Well, Yeonjun was his son-in-law anyway.

THREE DAYS LATER – COURTHOUSE IN SEOUL

Yeonjun remained silent on the bench, his hands tightly clasped together, knuckles whitening as he stared at the alpha sitting across the room—the one who had taken so much from his omega. Every fiber of him screamed for action, for retribution, for justice that could only be delivered by his own hands. 

But Namjoon’s presence beside him was a steady anchor, a reminder that they had to let the law take its course.

The older alpha squeezed Yeonjun’s hand, their silent communication conveying understanding, reassurance, and a shared frustration. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, and Namjoon’s calm smile reminded him why he couldn’t let rage dictate his actions.

Behind them, the other boys—Beomgyu, Taehyun, Kai, Wooyoung, San, Changbin, Yunho, and Mingi—sat as a quiet, protective wall. 

They had all come to show support for Soobin, their presence a shield, their eyes tracking his every move. Yeonjun knew they would stay through the entire hearing, except when Soobin would testify. Then, only the essential people would remain: him, his parents, Yeonjun, Kwang, the lawyers, and the judge.

Soobin’s parents were steadfast by Yeonjun's side. Seokjin occasionally brushed his fingers against his while Namjoon’s arm rested protectively on the back of his chair. Taehyung hovered close, ready to soothe him if needed, while Yoongi—though younger—kept an observant eye, offering small, grounding touches when Yeonjun’s anxiety seemed to spike.

He thought he was ready, steady, composed—but the moment Kwang entered the room, a ripple of unease went through him. 

His stomach tightened, and his throat felt raw. The air seemed heavier, as though the room itself recognized the gravity of the man sitting there. Yeonjun’s hand instinctively reached for Taehyung’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Soobin had requested him to sit at the table closest to the defense, and of course Yeonjun followed, staying near, close enough to let the omega lean into his presence if needed. The alpha’s scent, the warmth of his body, the mere fact he was there—Yeonjun’s presence grounded Soobin amidst the storm of nerves and fear.

The judge had outlined the proceedings clearly: Kwang would speak first, followed by Soobin’s testimony. After that, Yeonjun and the woman who had discovered Soobin in the aftermath would provide their statements. Even after months, she had agreed to appear, demonstrating her unwavering support.

Right now, everyone waited, suspended in that quiet, tense anticipation. Papers rustled softly. The courtroom doors opened and closed, footsteps echoed on the polished floors. Every subtle sound felt magnified in the charged atmosphere.

Yeonjun’s heart beat in tandem with Soobin’s shallow breaths. He could feel the tremor in the omega’s hand under the table, and he lightly brushed his thumb over the back of Soobin’s, silently communicating: I’m here. We’ll get through this.

Soobin’s gaze was fixed, staring forward at the man who had caused him so much pain. His lips were pressed together, jaw tight, but there was a flicker of steel in his eyes that made Yeonjun’s chest tighten. Despite everything, despite the fear and shame that had once weighed him down, his omega was ready to face this head-on.

A clerk whispered something to the judge, and the room shifted slightly. Kwang adjusted his position in the defense chair, smirking faintly, but the confidence he tried to radiate did little to mask the tension around him. Every eye in the courtroom, especially those of the spectators supporting Soobin, bore into him.

Yeonjun’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling around the omega’s hand. You won’t touch him, he thought. I will protect you.

The judge cleared his throat. “We will now begin. Mr. Kwang, you may give your statement.”

The courtroom was silent, heavy with anticipation, every movement amplified, every glance weighted. This was more than a trial. It was a reckoning.

The defense's lawyer questioning:

"So, Mr. Kwang, can you tell us about what happened? Do you know Mr. Choi Soobin?"

Yeonjun's hands tightened into fists on his knees, his gaze fixed on Kwang. The alpha’s eyes trailed over Soobin in a way that made Yeonjun’s stomach twist. Soobin sat rigidly at the table, his fingers clasped tightly together, knuckles white.

"Yeah, we used to date."

"Used to?"

"Yeah, we... we talked a lot, and we knew each other from school, but I guess everything went down after our first date."

"Why is that?"

"We had a fight." Kwang said it as if it were a casual inconvenience. "Soobin was... smelling like some other alpha."

A sharp inhale escaped Yeonjun. Soobin’s head snapped slightly, his jaw tightening. He pressed a hand to his mouth to keep from reacting aloud, but his shoulders trembled with anger and shame.

"Some other alpha? What a great omega, hm, on a date with one, smelling like another," the defense lawyer sneered.

Soobin’s face burned crimson. He forced himself to look straight ahead, refusing to meet the eyes of anyone in the courtroom. Yeonjun, sitting behind him, leaned slightly forward, his body taut, as if he could shield Soobin with sheer force.

"Yeah, we... we fought over it, and he apologized, promised me nothing had happened between them... he said I could take the proof if I wanted it... so we had sex."

Yeonjun’s heart pounded so hard he thought it might break his ribs. He pressed a hand against Soobin’s chair subtly, just a whisper of contact to remind him he wasn’t alone. Soobin’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t pull away—he wanted Yeonjun there.

"Sex, hm? He offered himself like that?"

"He did, it was very strange 'cause he used to say he was a virgin... but I guess it was just one more lie."

Soobin’s entire body stiffened. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His mind was screaming, his heart hammering against his chest.

"So you had sex?"

"Yes sir, we did... he.. Soobin asked me to go rough, it wasn't enough... he kept asking for more rough, that's where the bruises come from."

Yeonjun exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away, unable to watch the alpha describe it. His jaw was tight, his body coiled, every instinct screaming to protect Soobin, to make it stop. Soobin buried his face in his hands for a moment, shaking as he tried to ground himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Kwang. No more questions."

The questioning from Soobin's lawyer:

"Is it true that you bought drugs with my client in the car?"

"Yes, it was just weed, but I did."

"And is it true that you took him to an avenue to watch some movie on the backseat of your car?"

"Not to watch a movie, that was when he said I could fuck him if I felt like it.. so I stopped the car and did it."

The attorney showed a video from the car parked in the middle of nowhere. It revealed Kwang hitting Soobin while the omega cried silently.

Yeonjun couldn’t bear it—he pressed his palm against his eyes for a moment, suppressing a groan. His chest ached as the bile of helpless rage and grief washed over him.

Soobin’s body shook in silence, but his composure was strained to the breaking point. He glanced at Yeonjun, whose presence was the only thing keeping him upright. 

The alpha’s eyes met his, filled with silent promise: I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.

Namjoon and Seokjin flanked Yeonjun slightly, steadying him, understanding without words that the youngest alpha’s struggle mirrored Soobin’s: rage, protectiveness, helplessness, and grief, all colliding in the confined courtroom.

Soobin swallowed hard, holding back tears, while Yeonjun quietly murmured to himself under his breath, his lips barely moving, "I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe."

The tension hung in the room like thick smoke, every eye in the courtroom aware that the trauma Kwang inflicted wasn’t just words on a screen—it was etched into the bodies, hearts, and souls of those sitting before him.

Then it was Soobin's time to give his testemony. 

People left the room, leaving just the essencial ones.

As he spoke, no one dared to make a noise, just hearing. 

Yeonjun took in the way the omega was saying it. As if disconecting. As if trying not to feel it.

The judge seemed sympathetic, his eyes made that very clear.

And then it was Yeonjun's time to talk about it.

The courtroom quieted as the judge called Yeonjun to the stand. His legs felt like lead as he rose, glancing back at Soobin. The omega sat at the table, tense but resolute, with Seokjin and Namjoon flanking him. 

Yeonjun inhaled deeply, steadying himself.

The prosecutor began:

"Mr. Yeonjun, can you tell the court about your involvement in this case?"

Yeonjun nodded, his throat tight. "Yes, Your Honor." He looked down at his hands for a moment, then back up, meeting Soobin’s eyes. "I was the one who found Soobin after the assault."

A hush fell over the room.

"Could you describe what you saw?"

Yeonjun swallowed hard, his voice low but steady. "He... he was in shock. His body was covered in bruises. His clothes were torn apart, and he was trembling. I could see the fear in his eyes, the pain he was trying to hide. He didn’t speak much... he just stared at me, like he didn’t know if he was safe."

Soobin’s hands tightened on the table, his eyes watering but fixed on Yeonjun.

"What did you do next?"

"I... I helped him get to my car, carefully. I didn’t want to move him too quickly, but I needed him to be safe. I took him straight to the hospital. I stayed with him the whole time, as he explained to the doctors exactly what had happened. I called the police and Soobin gave them a statement. I wanted to make sure he was protected and that the person who did this would be held accountable."

A few spectators in the courtroom shifted uncomfortably. Yeonjun’s voice was steady, but his hands trembled slightly as he recounted the memory.

"And how has this affected Soobin?"

Yeonjun’s eyes softened as he looked at his omega. "Even after the assault, even after the medical care... Soobin has changed. He’s scared in ways I’ve never seen before. He jumps at sudden noises, he’s hesitant to trust others, and sometimes he freezes when someone touches him too quickly. He’s been through something no one should ever go through. I see the trauma every day... and I do everything I can to make him feel safe, to remind him that he’s loved and protected now."

The courtroom was silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

"Did you take any other steps to ensure his safety?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Yeonjun continued. "I make sure he’s never alone, that he has support around him, and I stay by his side whenever I can. I’ve been trying to help him rebuild his confidence and sense of security, because he deserved to feel safe again. He deserved... to be free from fear."

A quiet murmuring ran through the courtroom, and even the judge’s expression softened slightly. 

Yeonjun stepped back slightly, his legs shaky but resolute. He had told the truth, spoken from the heart, and in that moment, he had done everything he could to stand for Soobin.

And so the trial goes on.

A lot of pictures are shown, the woman testefies seeing the car leaving, how she rescued Soobin, his state in the moment.

By the end of it they're all tired, that's when comes the veredict. 

Soobin looks behind him, catching Yeonjun's eyes. The alpha gets up from his seat and moves a little foward, under the judge eyes, who let him do it. He reaches a hand, that Soobin os quick to catch, fingers intertwining. 

"What we saw here today" Starts the judge "Is someone with little to no respect to another person, to society as a whole... it's a shame to find someone with a mind this twisted" She turns to Soobin "And a victim, someone who suffered all of it... with that in mind, I here declare Kwang last name... guilty for rape".

The room stays quiet. In movies when you see it, it becomes a celebration, someone wins and someone loses, but not here.

Not in a rape case. 

In a rape case, the trial is the last thing the victim could lose, they already lost too much.

So no one celebrates, 'cause yeah, he was convicted, but Soobin lost his free willing, his right to a first time with someone who wanted. He lost his right to say no and have it heard. So yeah, maybe he won the case, but to what point is this winning when it breakes the victim?

So it stays silent. It's silent as Yeonjun crosses the table to hug his boyfriend, it's quiet when the officers hand cuff Kwang, it's quiet when Soobin's parents show up behind him and the alpha. It's just that... quiet.

Until it isn't.

When the guards are walking with Kwang, to take him out of there, that's when it isn't quiet. He gets close, too close to Soobin.

"It doesn't matter if I go to jail.. at the end of the day, I was your first, you're always gonna remember that" He says to the omega "Every time someone asks you how you lost you're virginity, it's my face that's gonna come to your mind".

Yeonjun stands in front of the omega, protecting him.

"And you..." He says looking at Yeonjun "Every time you fuck him, I hope you remember, I was there first".

That's when the guards finally take him out of the room. 

And Soobin breaks down. He falls to the floor crying, curling on himself, he doesn't even let his parents get near him.

So Yeonjun tries it.

"Baby, can I touch you?" He asks reaching a hand. Soobin looks at him with his eyes filled with tears and nods. Yeonjun puts his arms around the omega's waist, helping him get up and then picking him up princess style "Let me get you out of here".

When they get home, Soobin's home, the omega goes straight upstairs, leaving his parents and Yeonjun downstairs.

Namjoon sits on the cauch, Seokjin following after him. 

Yeonjun doesn't bother to walk towards any furniture, he just sits down on the floor, head in his hands. 

"It doesn't feel like a win" Seokjin says crying next to his husband.

"It isn't" Namjoon says.

"We should check on him" Says the omega.

"I don't think he wants us to love" Namjoon says looking at Yeonjun. The younger alpha understands it.

"I'm gonna go" He says recieving a nod from the other alpha.

He walks upstairs, trying to calm himself down, Soobin needed him to catch him now, not to fall along with him. But the omega isn't in his room, and his bathroom door is closed. Yeonjun takes a deep breath and opens it.

Soobin is in the shower, it seems normal, but he sees the moviment inside and is quick to get in, fully dressed and everything.

The omega is naked inside, brushing his body strongly, his skin already red from the movement, lost in his own mind.

Yeonjun gets behind him, crossing his arms on the other's body, holding the brusher and stopping him from hurting himself "I need to get clean" The omega whines, trying to get off the tight grip on his body.

"It's okay love, I'll do it for you" Yeonjun says leaving a kiss underneath his ear "It's ok" He says again, Soobin keeps shaking on his arms "You're okay Bin" He reassures him, holding him tightly until the omega stops fighting back, sighing and leaning his head on Yeonjun's shoulder behind him.

Yeonjun closes his eyes, holding back his tears, seeing Soobin like this was terrifing and sad.

"Hyung" The omega whispers tired, eyes closed, his tears falling down his face "Can you wash me?" He asks small. 

Yeonjun slowly lets go of him, making sure he isn't going into another trauma reaction. He turns the omega around, finally being able to see his face, red from all the crying and his body, entirely screeched from the brushing. 

"Oh love" He whispers looking at the other one. He looks at his face and reaches a hand to caress his cheeks. Soobin leans on the hand like a cat being patted, eyes closing from the gesture "It's okay.. let me take care of you" He whispers again, seeing a nod from the other one.

Slowly, Yeonjun uses all his care to gently clean the omega, even though he knows he is already clean, Soobin needed it, and he would happily give it to him. He doesn't use the brush though, his hands are more then enough at this point.

He runs his hands over his chest, using soap to help the slide. Then to his shoulders, hearing a soft gasp from the omega. Yeonjun holds one of his arms and cleans it slowly, doing the same with the other one.

He cleans his torso too, thanking god that Soobin didn't make to all of his legs, only his thigh, which appeared to be the worst place on all his body. By this point his wounds are fully bleeding, no matter how many times Yeonjun cleans it.

He sighs, looking at the other one's face "Come on love, let's get you out of here" He says to Soobin, reaching a towel to wrap the omega.

Yeonjun is also the one who gently dries him up and leads him into the bedroom, sitting the omega down on his bed. Soobin doesn't voice a word, he hasn't since the trial, well, there was the line when he was in the panic attack, but that didn't count.

"I'm gonna go get the first aid kit okay? Can you stay like this?" He asks in a soft voice. Soobin looks at him with those big eyes wide open and nods small.

As soon as he is out of the room, Yeonjun let the tears run down his face. 

"Is he okay?" Seokjin asks when he reaches the kitchen, looking for the kit on the closet he knows it's on. He turns around to the older omega, causing Seokjin to gasp "Honey... are you okay?" He asks reaching a hand to Yeonjun's face.

Namjoon is right behind him, keeping his eyes trained on Yeonjun.

"I'm fine" He says, but the way his own hands shake and his breath is heavy, he knows no one would believe that "Soobin needs the kit" He says pointing at it on his hand "I have to go" He tries to leave but Seokjin holds him.

He looks at the omega's face, trying to understand why he is being held. Seokjin stares at him and pulls him by his nape, hugging him tightly. 

He takes a moment to undestand what's going on, but as soon as he does, he hugs him back, hiding his face on his Hyung's neck, smelling him, smelling what always felt like home "Thank you for taking care of him" Jin says moving back to stare at his face "But please, take care of yourself too".

Yeonjun smiles small "I am Hyung" He promises. 

Seokjin nods and he turns around to make his way back to the room. Passing by Namjoon, who pats his shoulder and doesn't say anything. But sometimes you don't need to say the words, gestures are more than enough.

When he walks back into the room, Soobin is sitting on the same place he left him. He sighs and closes the door behind him, locking it for privacy.

Slowly he kneels down in front of the omega, catching Soobin's eyes. The alpha smiles small "Hi love... can I take care of this?" He asks pointing where the towel was already stained with blood. Soobin only nods, still not voicing a word "Okay".

Yeonjun takes off the other one's towel slowly, still kneeling by the edge of the bed.

He takes the medice from the kit, along with some pads for cleaning. He reaches first for the omega's upper thighs, cleaning the skin slowly, watching as the blood keeps flowing. He keeps doing that until it stops bleeding, the same process on both legs.

Then he puts both of his hands on the omega's knees, knowing that the worse part was the inside of his thighs "Can I?" He asks gesturing to opening the other one's legs. Soobin's eyes reach his face, going back and forth from it to his thighs.

When Yeonjun was waiting for a shake or a nod, it's neither of those things that come "Yeah" Soobin whispers. Yeonjun breathes relieved, just hearing his voice brought a gigantic sense of relief.

He opens his legs slowly, his eyes focused on Soobin's face. 

When he looks back to the wounds, his heart clenches. His whole inner thigh is red and screetched, blood coming out of every cut the omega made with the brush and his own nails. Yeonjun sighs, using the pad to clean every spot, until there's no more blood on them.

The alpha leans in and kisses the bruises, hearing a gasp from the omega and big hands grabing his hair. 

He kisses every spot, slowly and caring, only wanting Soobin to feel better. Wanting to demonstrate that he loves him.

With a sigh he reaches the medice onto the skin there, hearing a hiss from the omega "Sorry love, this might hurt a bit" He says going back to cleaning the bruises, hearing the omega moaning in pain everytime. 

By the time he's done, he helps Soobin getting into his pijamas, laying him gently on the bed "Lay with me" Soobin says from the bed, Yeonjun would never say no to that. He walks around the bed and lays down on the place that it's practically his by now.

They're both on their sides, allowing them to look at each other.

Yeonjun takes in every inch of Soobin's face, from the lips to the big brown eyes, red from all the crying.

"You were crying" Says Soobin after a while "When you came back to the room, you were crying... why?".

Yeonjun sighs "I love you, and it kills me to see you in pain" He says reaching a hand to the omega's face, caressing his cheek. 

"I'm okay now" Soobin says moving in the bed to get closer to him "You still want me right?" He asks with those pretty eyes. 

"Of course I do... why wouldn't I?" He asks frowning his eyebrows "I already told you Bin, I'll always want you".

"I just... the things he said, I was afraid you were going to believe that" Soobin says honest.

"You know me better than that Bin, you know I would never doubt you".

"Yeah, I do" He says passing an arm to Yeonjun's waist "Guess I was just insecure... but you're still here".

"I'll always be here" Yeonjun says leaning in to kiss the omega slowly. 

He kisses Soobin like his life depends on it, and by this point it might actually. The thing is, Soobin kisses him back in the same way. Those are the moments he just know he is never going anywhere, there isn't any place for him if not here, between his omega's arms.

"I love you" Soobin says breaking apart.

"I love you too" He says smilling.

It's just like people say—something happens, you get through it, and life goes on.

That's what happens in the weeks following the trial. Their lives move forward, though the rhythm is slower, cautious.

People congratulate Soobin for the win, but he doesn’t feel like he has won anything. He smiles, nods, thanks them—but it’s a practiced smile, one honed over weeks of pretending everything is okay. He’s learned how convincing he can be.

Yeonjun’s life moves forward too. Always there, a constant presence, a quiet anchor. He watches Soobin, guides him, holds him close without asking, respecting boundaries, making sure he’s safe. And Soobin knows it, in a way words can’t express.

But some things stall.

Three weeks later, nothing beyond gentle kisses has happened. Not because Soobin doesn’t want it, but every time things get heated, Yeonjun pulls back. Every time. And Soobin can’t figure out why.

This thought lingers in his mind as the music and laughter from the party swirl around him. 

Against all common sense—and all good judgment—they’re at another party, this time at Wooyoung’s house. 

He hears a sudden commotion: Beomgyu’s voice, sharp and furious.

He pushes through the crowd, catching sight of the source: Beomgyu, glaring at a guy, hands raised. Yeonjun is at his side, firmly holding him back. HueningKai is on the floor, cornered, surrounded by Taehyun and Yunho, who are making sure he has water and is breathing normally.

Soobin kneels by Kai’s side. “What happened?” His voice is calm, but inside he feels that familiar tightening in his chest, a flash of anger and protectiveness.

“That guy tried to grope him,” Taehyun explains, “without consent. Beomgyu saw it. You know how he gets... he would’ve destroyed the guy if Yeonjun hadn’t held him back.”

Soobin’s gaze flicks to Yeonjun. The young alpha’s grip is firm on Beomgyu’s arms, chest rising and falling with controlled anger. Even now, Yeonjun radiates the strength and restraint that make Soobin feel safe.

The shouting dies down, and Beomgyu kneels beside Kai, cupping his face gently. “You okay?” His voice softens, a stark contrast to the rage moments before.

Kai doesn’t answer at first. Then, unexpectedly, he leans forward and kisses Beomgyu.

Beomgyu freezes for a heartbeat, stunned, before returning the kiss with equal intensity. His arm drapes across Kai’s waist, pulling him closer, while Kai’s hands thread through his hair. Heavy breaths escape both of them, a soft moan breaking through.

“Okay, this is not porn,” Yeonjun calls behind Soobin, his tone half amused, half exasperated. “Go make out somewhere private.”

Soobin startles slightly at Yeonjun’s voice, and feels the alpha’s hands gently grab his own, helping him to his feet. Yeonjun pulls him into a hug from behind, forehead resting against Soobin’s temple, breathing slow and warm on his neck. He nuzzles softly, lingering, letting Soobin feel his presence without words.

The sudden intimacy of the moment—the party, the chaos, the other two alphas—highlights what Soobin has been missing. He leans back slightly into Yeonjun, closing his eyes, appreciating the steady comfort, the grounding sensation of being safe in Yeonjun’s arms.

Beomgyu and Kai finally break apart, faces flushed, eyes wide, both looking guilty and exhilarated.

“I’m not sure why you two look so surprised,” Yeonjun murmurs from behind Soobin, voice low, teasing, his hands tightening just slightly around the omega’s waist. “You should talk in private. The rest of us are done with this drama.”

Beomgyu gets to his feet, taking Kai with him. Yeonjun loosens his hold on Soobin but stays close, fingertips brushing along the side of his waist as a silent reassurance.

Soobin exhales, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He turns in Yeonjun’s arms, meeting his eyes, and they share a quiet smile—no words necessary. In the midst of chaos, he realizes: this is what safety feels like. This is what care feels like. And maybe, just maybe, he can finally start letting go of the past, if only a little.

It's just like people say—something happens, you get through it, and life goes on.

That's what happens in the weeks following the trial. Their lives move forward, though the rhythm is slower, cautious.

People congratulate Soobin for the win, but he doesn’t feel like he has won anything. He smiles, nods, thanks them—but it’s a practiced smile, one honed over weeks of pretending everything is okay. He’s learned how convincing he can be.

Yeonjun’s life moves forward too. Always there, a constant presence, a quiet anchor. He watches Soobin, guides him, holds him close without asking, respecting boundaries, making sure he’s safe. And Soobin knows it, in a way words can’t express.

But some things stall.

Three weeks later, nothing beyond gentle kisses has happened. Not because Soobin doesn’t want it, but every time things get heated, Yeonjun pulls back. Every time. And Soobin can’t figure out why.

This thought lingers in his mind as the music and laughter from the party swirl around him. 

Against all common sense—and all good judgment—they’re at another party, this time at Wooyoung’s house. 

He hears a sudden commotion: Beomgyu’s voice, sharp and furious.

He pushes through the crowd, catching sight of the source: Beomgyu, glaring at a guy, hands raised. Yeonjun is at his side, firmly holding him back. HueningKai is on the floor, cornered, surrounded by Taehyun and Yunho, who are making sure he has water and is breathing normally.

Soobin kneels by Kai’s side. “What happened?” His voice is calm, but inside he feels that familiar tightening in his chest, a flash of anger and protectiveness.

“That guy tried to grope him,” Taehyun explains, “without consent. Beomgyu saw it. You know how he gets... he would’ve destroyed the guy if Yeonjun hadn’t held him back.”

Soobin’s gaze flicks to Yeonjun. The young alpha’s grip is firm on Beomgyu’s arms, chest rising and falling with controlled anger. Even now, Yeonjun radiates the strength and restraint that make Soobin feel safe.

The shouting dies down, and Beomgyu kneels beside Kai, cupping his face gently. “You okay?” His voice softens, a stark contrast to the rage moments before.

Kai doesn’t answer at first. Then, unexpectedly, he leans forward and kisses Beomgyu.

Beomgyu freezes for a heartbeat, stunned, before returning the kiss with equal intensity. His arm drapes across Kai’s waist, pulling him closer, while Kai’s hands thread through his hair. Heavy breaths escape both of them, a soft moan breaking through.

“Okay, this is not porn,” Yeonjun calls behind Soobin, his tone half amused, half exasperated. “Go make out somewhere private.”

Soobin startles slightly at Yeonjun’s voice, and feels the alpha’s hands gently grab his own, helping him to his feet. Yeonjun pulls him into a hug from behind, forehead resting against Soobin’s temple, breathing slow and warm on his neck. He nuzzles softly, lingering, letting Soobin feel his presence without words.

The sudden intimacy of the moment—the party, the chaos, the other two alphas—highlights what Soobin has been missing. He leans back slightly into Yeonjun, closing his eyes, appreciating the steady comfort, the grounding sensation of being safe in Yeonjun’s arms.

Beomgyu and Kai finally break apart, faces flushed, eyes wide, both looking guilty and exhilarated.

“I’m not sure why you two look so surprised,” Yeonjun murmurs from behind Soobin, voice low, teasing, his hands tightening just slightly around the omega’s waist. “You should talk in private. The rest of us are done with this drama.”

Beomgyu gets to his feet, taking Kai with him. Yeonjun loosens his hold on Soobin but stays close, fingertips brushing along the side of his waist as a silent reassurance.

Soobin exhales, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He turns in Yeonjun’s arms, meeting his eyes, and they share a quiet smile—no words necessary. In the midst of chaos, he realizes: this is what safety feels like. This is what care feels like. And maybe, just maybe, he can finally start letting go of the past, if only a little.

Soobin watches as both of them move towards one of the rooms. Then he turns around on Yeonjun's arms.

"I need a little bit of quiet" He says to the alpha, who nods at him and leads him inside another room. 

It's quiet inside, no one there. He throws himself at the bed, knowing it was Wooyoung's room. He hears Yeonjun giggling behind him and the door locking. Thank God he had Yeonjun to do that, he would hate if someone entered his silent moment... anyone but Yeonjun.

The alpha lays by Soobin's side on the bed "They finally kissed" He says.

Soobin turns to him, seeing the smile on his face "They did" He says smiling back at the alpha "You think they're gonna be okay?".

"Well" Yeonjun says reaching for his waist "They like each other, I hope they do" He says fidgeting with Soobin's shirt "We did" Soobin smiles wider at that. Yeonjun was blushing, it was endearing to see.

"We sure as hell did" Says Soobin.

He leans in to kiss the alpha, supporting himself on his hand. 

He kisses him slowly, not even using his tongue, only getting to know the space, one he already knew like the back of his hand. He pulls Yeonjun's lower lip between his teeth, wining a small moan from the alpha.

In a single move he gets on top of Yeonjun, who stays layed on the bed. That's when the omega kisses him hard, his tongue getting inside the alpha's mouth. Yeonjun's hands move to his ass, squeezing and pulling him closer, directly on top of his dick.

He holds his hips, moving the omega foward and backward, to grind on his dick that was fully hard already. Soobin breaks the kiss, leaning to mouth his neck, licking and sucking all over it, causing the alpha to thrust upwards on his ass. 

Yeonjun pulls him by the hair and slots their mouth together again, kissing him harder. It's wet and dirty, saliva spilling out both of their mouths, staining their cheeks. He keeps grinding on the alpha, letting filthy moans come out of him.

That is, until Yeonjun stops him.

Soobin whines "Why don't you want me?" He asks, eyes filling with tears. He has been holding onto that question for a long time, drawning in the feeling of not being wanted by Yeonjun, hurt by it.

"What?" Yeonjun asks with wide eyes "Of course I want you, what the fuck?"

"I... we.. Hyung, everytime things get more heated you just... pull away" Soobin says, finally coming clean with his insecurities.

"Fuck baby" Yeonjun says sitting down on the bed, still keeping the omega on his lap "That's not it, I want you Soobin" He says, but the look on the other one's face lets him know that he doesn't believe him "I do baby, of course I do".

"Then why?". 

Yeonjun sighs, looking concerned "After the trial... I just, I don't want it to be too much for you... I don't want to see you like that ever again" he says honest, watching as the gears turn on Soobin's mind.

"Oh" He says, realizing that it does make sense.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't want you" He caresses the other's hip "I promise you I do".

"You want me right now?" He asks with an arched brow.

"I want you all the time".

Soobin leans in, his lips brushing on the older one, enough to feel, but not enough to be a kiss.

"Then take me".

Yeonjun feels his mind go numb. 

He groans loudly, turning around on the bed until he is hovering above Soobin "Tell me if it's to much" It's all he says before leaning in and kissing him roughtly. His hands found the hem of the omega's shirt, pulling it over his head, Soobin letting him do it "I love you in that shirt but fuck, you like this is a masterpiece".

He leans into the omega's chest and sucks one of his nipples, using his tongue to stimulate the nub. Soobin's hands tug on his hair, and then he is pressing down, asking for more as filthy moans come out of his mouth.

Yeonjun nips on his nipple before trailing a path down. He stares deep into the omega's eyes before pulling on his pants with his mouth, taking them until the middle of his thighs before using his hand to completely pull it out. 

He stares at Soobin's panties, licking his lips to the idea of him. The omega looks completely fucked out, his mouth red from kissing and biting on it to hold back his moans, his neck addorned with pink bruises, nipples perked from Yeonjun's lips and his dick straining on his panties. 

"Turn around" Yeonjun says, giving space for him to do it. They have done things in a lot of positions, but not like this, completely pressed into the matress. Yeonjun traces a finger from his neck, down to his back slowly, until it reaches the crack of his ass. 

Then he does the same path with his tongue, drawing more and more moans from the omega. 

He holds his ass with his hands, the pretty blue laced panties still on his body. He could see how Soobin was squirming in the bed, trying to get some friction on his cock where it layed against the mattress. 

He pulls his ass apart, seeing his pink hole under the fabric of his underwear. Before he thinks about it, he leans in and licks a long stripe on it, even above the fabric, he can feel how wet Soobin is.

"Hyung, please" The omega asks under him, but Yeonjun isn't really paying attention.

"So wet" He says licking another stripe. Then he uses his fingers to pull the panties aside, giving him full view of the other's entrance. He watches as it clenches around nothing under his eyes and he wants to ruin Soobin. He leans in again and licks once, finally directly on it, hearing a loud moan "Taste so good too".

Yeonjun seems lost into his own mind as he stares at the omega's hole. 

He opens his own pants, quickly taking it off, along with his underwear. Soobin doesn't move on the bed, only thrusting against the mattress for relief.

Yeonjun takes his own cock into hands, pulling one of Soobin's cheeks to the side and lining himself up with his hole "Hyung, don't" He hears Soobin's voice, a little to desperate for his own taste.

He leans down and kisses his neck, near his ear "I won't" He promises "I wouldn't, never Bin" He says and the omega nods "You okay to keep going?" He asks to be sure.

"Yes, yes please".

The alpha goes back to kneeling above him. He holds his hip and pulls him up, making the omega stay in all fours.

Soobin burns in shame from the position, as the same time as he burns in desire.

Yeonjun stares at his ass from this position "Fuck, your ass is insane Soobin" He says leaning down to mouth the cheeks. He finally takes his panties off, with the omega's help. Then he holds one of his cheeks, pulling it to the side, staring down his needy hole, he takes his own cock in his hand "I won't put it in" He promeses lining himself up.

His tip touches the omega's rim and they both moan. He brushes it up and down the hole, smearing his pre-cum on it, mixing it with Soobin's slick. 

"Hyung" The omega moans thrusting his ass into Yeonjun's dick "Give... give me something" He turns on his shoulder, eyes meeting the alpha's "Please".

It is what it takes for Yeonjun to lose control.

He uses the position to line his dick on Soobin's thighs, spreading the omega's slick to help with the slide "Close more your legs" He says and Soobin does, squeezing his dick between his thighs "Oh fuck, that's it" He says thrusting once, eyes rolling to his back, his tip rubbing onto Soobin's own dick.

He takes one finger to the omega's whole as he keeps thrusting on him. He presses it inside, making Soobin moan and thrust back on his finger, also thrusting back on his dick between his thighs, causing Yeonjun to moan along with him.

"Fuck you're insane Bin" He says as he thrusts his finger in and out following his hips movements on the other one's thighs. He leans in and licks his scent gland "One day, I'm leaving a fucking bite mark right here" He says biting lightly on his neck "Gonna make sure everyone knows you're mine".

Soobin moans loudly "Yours, yours Hyung, please, another one" He says between moans. 

Yeonjun puts another finger inside him, not slowing down his movements "Have any idea how tigh you are?" He asks on the omega's ear "You'll take my cock so well Soobin" He says hearing the loudest moan yet "Can you imagine love?" He asks low "My cock pouncing in and out of you, fucking your hole, streaching it open, perfect for my knot".

"Hyung" He moans loudly "Want it, please". 

Yeonjun crooks his fingers up, hitting the omega's prostate, causing Soobin to fall down on the matress "Not like that love, how can I fuck your pretty thighs like this" He says stoping his fingers inside him.

Soobin fully cries from the lack of stimulation "Please, please, I can't, Hyung please" he begs for it.

"Turn around" Yeonjun says giving him space. As soon as he does, Yeonjun gets to see how fucked out he is, his face wet from the tears. He smiles and leans down, kissing him gently "You okay?" He asks breaking apart.

"Needed.. need you, Hyung please" And fuck how good does Soobin looks begging.

He holds his legs and pulls them up, closing them around his own waist. He lines his cock with Soobin's, while pulling three fingers inside him this time.

Soobin's eyes roll to the back of his head, Yeonjun's fingers hitting perfectly on his prostate as the alpha jerkes both of them off with one hand.

Yeonjun feels Soobin's hole squeezing him in, a signal that he is close "You gonna cum Binnie?" He asks staring at the omega, who can't seem to keep his eyes open or mouth any words, only nodding, hair wet from sweat clinging to his forehead "Do it love, cum for your alpha".

Soobin cums in white thick ropes, getting Yeonjun's hand and dick dirty, some flying to his own chest, painting him for the alpha, Yeonjun's name as a prayer on his lips.

"Fuck Binnie, gonna cum" He says watching as Soobin unravels in front of him. He lets go of the omega's dick and holds only his own, taking his fingers off the omega's hole and bringing them to his own mouth.

That's how he cums, with his fingers filled with Soobin's slick into his own mouth and his own hand on his dick. Soobin watched mesmerized as Yeonjun paints both of them even more. White ropes of cum all over them.

"God, you're so hot" Soobin says as he watched the whole scene play out.

Yeonjun opens his eyes to stare at him once his orgasm runs out. The alpha smiles slightly, leaning down to kiss him in the lips "And yours" He says against Soobin's lips, hearing a groan from the other.

"Are you trying to get me hard again?"

Yeonjun only laughs "I would love that, but I think once on Wooyoung's bed is enough" He says and watches with an amused smile as Soobin's eyes open wide, realizing where they are.

"Are you insane? we did this on Wooyoung's bed?".

"You're the one who asked me to" Yeonjun pouts "Why do you keep calling me insane when you're the crazy one?".

Soobin scoffs and pulls him into a hug "Shut up" He says on his neck "I love you".

"I love you too Bin".

If people notice how fast they leave the party after that... it wasn't their business anymore. 

And if Yeonjun gets an agry text from Wooyoung the day after, something about cum on his sheets.... well, it was worth it.

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EPILOGUE

It was fucking hot. That was the first thing Yeonjun notices the second he gets off the plane on Rio de Janeiro. The trip to Brasil was Soobin's idea, aparently, the omega wanted to celebrate the end of their semester.

It also happened to be near his birthday. 

So he convinced his parents, made both of them buy two tickets and book a hotel. And here they are now, just Yeonjun and Soobin on the other side of the world, on fucking December fourth. He wanted to come the day before, but it also happened the Seokjin's birthday was today and his only condition to the trip was that the boys waited until midnigh to spend his birthday with him.

So they took the 5am flight and here they are.

"Wow, look at this view" Soobin said from the hotel room window. 

He looked so free and pretty, it had Yeonjun smiling at the scene. His omega was wearing nothing more than his swimsuit, his perky ass being even bigger on the fabric. It was a common knowlodge that Yeonjun was obsessed with his ass, which made it harder for him to keep his hands away.

"What are you smiling about?" Soobin asks from the place his is standing, Yeonjun finally looks at his face, seeing an arched brow "Were you staring at my ass again?" He asks ironically.

"Of course not, why would I do that?" Yeonjun asks playing dumb.

Soobin arches even more his eyebrow, an evil grin on his face. He turns sideways and reaches his own hand on his ass, caressing it, watching as Yeonjun swallows hard "So you were not looking?". 

"You can't blame me for it Binnie" He says with his eyes fixed on the movements of Soobin's hand on his own ass "I mean... look at that babe".

The omega throws a pillow on him "You're just a pervert" He says walking to get his charger on his bag.

Yeonjun gets up from the bed and hugs him from behing, slotting his head on his neck "You smell nice" He says on the skin. Soobin could play hard as much as he wanted to, Yeonjun felt how he shivered the second his breath came warm on his neck.

He bends Soobin on the window, making sure the omega puts both of his hands on the glass. This way Soobin's ass was arched on his cock. He moved slightly back, watching the curve of his back to his ass hidden on the fabric.

"You were right" He says getting closer, placing his hips just right so that his cock is right against the other's ass "The view here is amazing".

"Hyung" He whines embarrassed.

Yeonjun scoffs at him, moving his hand to the waistband of his swimsuit, pulling it down until it puddles on his feet "Keep this position" He whispers on Soobin's ear before getting into his knees. 

Soobin shivers from the thought of what's about to happen. 

Yeonjun kisses the back of his thighs slowly, from up to down. Then he does the inverse path, putting his tongue out to lick the skin. He does the same thing on Soobin's asscheeks, kissing, licking, sucking, marking.

Then he uses both hands to pull his cheeks appart, coming face to his pink hole.

"You're already wet" He says to the omega "I haven't even touched you" He puts his nose on him, smelling the slick, it was probably gross for people on the outside, but for him it was the meaning of heaven.

"Then get to it" Soobin whines.

Yeonjun laughs at that "Anything you want love" He whispers before licking the hole slowly.

Soobin's knees buck but he keeps in place, moaning loudly at the wet tongue licking him. He knew how Yeonjun liked to spend his time on eating his out, but right now he just wanted to cum so much.

"Hyung, please, we don't..." He moans loudly when Yeonjun's tongue finally enters him, losing track of what he was saying.

Yeonjun licks the soft walls inside the omega, sucking on his rim every other moment, making sure to cause wet noises from it, knowing that it turns Soobin on.

"We don't what Binnie?" He asks amused.

Soobin isn't even coherent anymore, just the touch of Yeonjun's tongue being enough to break him entirely.

"Please, Hyung" He moans throwing his ass back into the alpha's face, who only smiles at it.

Then he goes back to eating him out, sometimes licking it, sometimes thursting his tongue inside him, sometimes sucking on it. 

Soobin becomes a mess of fast breaths and sweet moans, moving his hips on Yeonjun's face, trying to get more of his tongue inside, or more of anything actually. 

Yeonjun reaches a finger along with his tongue, slowly pressing it inside, only enough to find Soobin's prostate "Hyung, Hyung, close" He warnes the alpha. Yeonjun stops what he is doing, causing Soobin to whine.

"Give me one of your hands" He asks and the omega does. He places it on Soobin's left asscheek "Pull it open for me" Soobin would be crazy not to do so.

Then Yeonjun gets back on service, eating him out perfectly. He puts his finger back inside Soobin, thrusting it deeper this time, but still making sure that it hits Soobin's prostate dead on.

His other hand closes around Soobin's dick, jerking him off in cordination with his tongue and finger inside the omega.

"Hyung, gonna... Jun... gonna cum" He repeats like a mantra. Yeonjun humming on his hole is enough to cause him to actually cum, staining the window glass in front of him. Thank god they were on the 16 floor.

Yeonjun helps him through the orgasm, until he realizes the omega gets oversensitive. He pulls off and turns him aroud to hold him.

"You okay?" He asks, but all he sees is Soobin's knees meeting the floor as the omega pulls his suimsuit down "Oh fuck" He says, realizing what was going on. Soobin looks up at him, eyes fixed on his "Wanna suck me of?" He ask just to be sure, even though it was pretty obvious.

"Can I?" Soobin asks, closing his hand around Yeonjun's cock.

"Fuck yeah" He says, putting his hand on Soobin's hair.

The omega leans in, licking the head, tasting the pre-cum already there. He loves Yeonjun's taste just as much as he knows the alpha loves his. 

"You're leaking" He says licking the lengh from it's base to his head, closing his mouth on the tip.

"Yeah" Yeonjun says gripping his hair "Not gonna last, too worked up" He informs Soobin.

The omega hums, showing that he heard him. 

Then he sucks the cock slowly, fitting the most he could without gagging. Most days he likes to gag, but not today. 

He sucks slowly then, his head bobing up and down, eyes closed. When he opens his eyes and looks up, Yeonjun's eyes are already fixed on his face, mouth open from the pleasure, low moanings coming out of him.

"You look so good like this" He says griping his hair, using all his self control not to thrust inside his mouth "My pretty omega" He says knowing that Soobin likes to hear, which was proven as the omega moans on his dick.

Soobin bobs his head faster, bringing the alpha closer and closer to orgasm. 

"Gonna cum love" He says.

Soobin pulls out of his cock, using his hand to jerk him off "Cum on my face" He says and puts his tongue out, being enough for Yeonjun to replace the omega's hand for his own.

He jerks himself faster as he moans looking at Soobin's face "You're so pretty" He says before cumming on his face. He lets the ropes of cum hit his eyes, cheeks and nose, as he lets his sensible dick resting on Soobin's tongue.

When his orgasm runs out, he is quick to grab a shirt and kneel down in front of the omega, ready to clean him, but the sigh, it's too good not to admire for a little longer "Hyung?" The omega asks, reaching a hand foward to make sure Yeonjun is still there.

"I'm here love, sorry, got a bit distracted" He says finally cleaning Soobin up.

When he is finally clean, he leans in and kisses him slowly.

"I love you" He says, causing Soobin to smile as he pulls back to his feet.

"Love you too, let's go, beach" He says walking towards the bathroom, leaving the alpha dumbfounded on his knees.

The beach was alive with color and noise—families under umbrellas, the smell of fried snacks drifting from vendors, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Music boomed from nearby sunshades, mixing with laughter and the occasional shout of a volleyball player.

Yeonjun had rented a sunshade with two chairs, ordering drinks for himself and Soobin. The omega sat quietly, hair damp from the occasional spray of ocean, his swimsuit snug, a loose shirt draped over his torso. He still hadn’t shaken his insecurity about removing the shirt.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, wore nothing but shorts. His torso glistened from sweat and saltwater, the sculpt of his muscles visible as he moved with easy confidence. He had been playing volleyball with some random guys, laughing and joking, grabbing a popsicle, and splashing into the waves whenever he could. Soobin watched him from the chair, feeling a mix of awe and something warmer, more possessive, at the sight of him.

Yeonjun finally returned, tossing his wet hair back, water droplets catching the sun, his grin infectious. When his eyes met Soobin’s, the omega couldn’t help but smile back, a little more genuinely this time.

“The water’s perfect, love,” Yeonjun said, plopping into his chair with a satisfied sigh, grabbing his drink. “You should come in.”

Soobin shook his head, watching the waves. “Can’t... don’t know how to swim.” He tried to sound casual, but his gaze lingered on Yeonjun’s tanned, wet skin, the effortless way he moved.

“That’s what I’m for,” Yeonjun teased, leaning closer, playful. “To make sure you don’t drown.”

Soobin’s stomach fluttered. “Yeah... right,” he murmured, embarrassed. The truth was less about swimming and more about exposing himself—taking the shirt off, baring his torso. He wasn’t ready.

Yeonjun reached out, brushing Soobin’s arm lightly. “You know you don’t have to if you’re not ready. But... if you ever want to, there’s nothing to hide.” His voice was soft, patient, teasing all at once.

“I... okay,” Soobin finally admitted, pulling the shirt over his head. He felt exposed and nervous, but a thrill ran through him—he wanted to enjoy this, wanted to be like Yeonjun.

Yeonjun’s grin widened. He stood, reaching for Soobin’s waist, thumbs brushing along his sides. “You’re a dream come true,” he murmured, leaning down just enough that their faces were inches apart. 

His hand slid deliberately to Soobin’s ass, squeezing once before withdrawing, eyes locked on the omega’s.

“So... unbelievable,” Soobin scoffed, cheeks heating. “Let’s just... go. Water.”

They walked into the waves together, laughing as the cold water hit their skin. Yeonjun splashed Soobin lightly, causing the omega to squeal and retaliate, their hands brushing as they struggled to stay upright against the current.

At one point, they floated side by side, Yeonjun wrapping an arm around Soobin’s shoulders, pulling him close. Their lips met for a soft, teasing kiss, lingering just long enough to leave the omega breathless. “Hey,” Yeonjun whispered, “don’t think I’m not noticing you staring at me all the time.”

“So...?” Soobin asked, voice low, heart pounding.

“So,” Yeonjun replied with a grin, pressing a gentle kiss against his temple, “you can stare all you want, but I might just take advantage.” His hand brushed Soobin’s waist again, sliding a little lower this time, lingering on the curve of his ass in the water.

Soobin gasped, splashing water at him, but the laugh that followed was genuine. “You’re impossible,” he said, grinning despite the heat in his chest.

They swam further out, diving under waves, chasing each other, and occasionally breaking the surface to kiss, to tease, to laugh. Yeonjun held Soobin close when the water got deep, spinning him in the waves, their laughter carrying across the beach.

Later, as the sun began to lower, casting golden hues across the sand, they returned to their sunshade. Yeonjun draped a towel over Soobin’s shoulders, fingers brushing his neck, thumb tracing lightly along his jaw.

“You’re incredible,” Yeonjun murmured, lips close to Soobin’s ear. “Even in the water... even like this.”

Soobin leaned into him, finally relaxing. “You make it easy to forget everything else,” he whispered. His hands found Yeonjun’s, lacing their fingers together, squeezing gently.

“And that’s my job,” Yeonjun said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Soobin’s head. “To make sure you have fun, feel safe, and maybe... get into just a little trouble with me.”

They stayed like that as the sun dipped lower, bodies close, fingers intertwined, the waves lapping at their feet, teasing and touching in ways only lovers could—subtle, intimate, and full of quiet, simmering heat.

As they returned to their sunshade, the vibrant energy of the beach shifted slightly. A new group had set up right next to them—two alphas and three omegas, all male. One of the alphas, eyes immediately locking on Soobin, smirked and loudly said, “Wow, look at that ass,” drawing attention from the others.

One of the omegas, glancing at Yeonjun, muttered, “Fuck that, look at his alpha.”

Yeonjun’s jaw tightened. He instinctively stepped closer to Soobin, the protective edge in his posture obvious. But before he could speak, Soobin straightened, his chest lifting slightly as he met their gazes.

“Lost something here?” he asked coolly. Their eyes darted away, clearly caught off guard by the confidence in his tone. “Thought so.”

He sat back down, smirking, but Yeonjun’s hand shot out, pulling him into his lap with a quick, smooth motion. Soobin gasped, eyes wide, surprised by the sudden closeness. Yeonjun’s grin was unmistakable—playful, teasing, and possessive all at once.

“That was hot,” Yeonjun murmured into his ear, voice low and playful.

Soobin rolled his eyes, snorting, but a small laugh escaped him despite his embarrassment. “You’re ridiculous,” he whispered back, trying to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Yeonjun leaned back slightly in the chair, keeping Soobin pressed against him, and whispered again, letting his fingers brush lightly along Soobin’s waist. “Not wrong though... your ass is a sight,” he added.

The words teasing but with an undeniable heat, and Soobin’s breath hitched.

“Soobin, seriously,” Yeonjun said, nudging him gently with his forehead against the omega’s temple. “I don’t care what they think. You’re mine. And the way you handled them... damn, it’s even hotter.”

Soobin laughed nervously, hiding his face in Yeonjun’s shoulder, feeling both protected and a little flustered. “You’re going to make me melt,” he muttered, tugging lightly at Yeonjun’s arm, as if testing his patience.

Yeonjun tightened his hold slightly, resting a hand on Soobin’s thigh, thumb brushing teasingly. “Maybe that’s the plan,” he said with a low chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Soobin’s head.

The other group nearby had gone quiet, sensing the alpha-omega dynamic radiating between them. Yeonjun’s eyes never left Soobin, his possessive energy practically a shield, while Soobin leaned closer, heart racing, a mix of embarrassment and thrill coursing through him.

Minutes passed, both quietly basking in the heat of their closeness, the unspoken tension and playful provocations lingering in the air like the scent of the sea.

When Soobin wakes up, sunlight streams through the curtains, and he realizes it’s December 5—his nineteenth birthday. Before he can stretch, he notices a tray on the bed, piled with breakfast and drinks. Yeonjun is already there, sitting cross-legged in front of him, an enthusiastic grin plastered across his face.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Happy birthday,” Yeonjun says, attempting a wink that comes out more like a blink.

“Morning, Junie,” Soobin replies, sitting up and opening his arms. 

Yeonjun immediately flops into them, burying his face in Soobin’s neck and peppering him with soft kisses. “Happy birthday... I love you... you’re amazing…”

Pulling back slightly, Yeonjun smirks, sitting across from Soobin now. “You’re finally nineteen, love.”

Soobin smiles, dimples flashing. “Guess so.”

Yeonjun places the tray on Soobin’s lap, winking. “Breakfast in bed, my treat.”

Soobin laughs softly, eyeing the spread—strawberries, blueberries, watermelon, two kinds of bread, syrup, and two glasses of orange juice. “Wow, Jun, this looks amazing.”

“Thank you, babe,” Yeonjun says, taking a bite of his own food. “So, it’s your day—you can decide what you want to do.”

Soobin arches a brow. “During the day? What about at night?”

Yeonjun nearly chokes on a bite of toast. “Already booked a table for us,” he admits, eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and pride.

“Hmm..." Soobin leans in, eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not,” Yeonjun says, but he’s clearly lying.

“Does it have to do with my gift?” Soobin teases, the smirk on his lips daring Yeonjun to react.

“Nope,” Yeonjun lies again, mock annoyance creeping in. “Just eat your food, Bin.”

Soobin laughs, taking a bite of toast, but his mind lingers on Yeonjun’s flustered expression. “Is it big?” he asks innocently, provoking another audible sigh from the alpha.

“You’re insufferable,” Yeonjun mutters, shaking his head, though a playful glint in his eyes betrays him.

“So, what about last night?” Soobin says, leaning closer, lowering his voice. “You seemed... very determined.”

Yeonjun freezes for a second, then smirks, brushing a strand of hair from Soobin’s face. “Oh... that? Let’s just say you were very persuasive. And maybe a little... unforgettable.”

Soobin laughs, shoving Yeonjun lightly in the chest. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love it,” Yeonjun teases, winking as he leans closer, letting his hand rest lightly on Soobin’s thigh, thumb brushing teasingly over the edge of his shorts.

“So, what now? Are you going to torment me all day?” Soobin asks, mock glaring.

“Only if you deserve it,” Yeonjun says, leaning down to press a quick, teasing kiss to Soobin’s temple. “And trust me... you do.”

The morning stretches lazily ahead of them, filled with laughter, playful teasing, and stolen kisses, each bite of breakfast interrupted by soft touches, whispered provocations, and the kind of intimacy that makes birthdays—and every day—feel like a celebration.

When he said Soobin could pick what to do, he did not thought he would end up in a cable car on his way to see one of the seven wonders in the world. The Christ of Redeemer.

"This is tall" He says looking down, Soobin sitting by his side.

"Already told you to stop looking Junnie".

"But look at it, we would die if this falls".

"Then lets hope it doesn't".

"That's conforting".

Soobin turns to look at him "Babe, stop thinking, we're gonna be alright" He smiles at the alpha. The effect is instant, Yeonjun smiles back without realizing, the whole fear getting out of him.

"Ok love".

A few minutes later they are eye to eye to the figure. Soobin seems happy as he takes a lot of pictures of it.

Yeonjun stares at him. He looks so free, taking selfies, pictures of it, even pictures of Yeonjun, some couples pictures, things he usually is not into. But today he seems happy, and free, very different from the boy who was breaking in front of him a while ago.

He thinks about how it started. How one kiss was enough to wake something inside him. How it felt to touch Soobin's waist while kissing him for the first time. How nice it felt to have the omega in his arms, how right it was.

And looking at Soobin right now, he would forever thank the gods for letting him have this boy. He would always want more, he wants everything with Soobin. He imagines a home, not a big house with maids who did all the work, that was not it.

In his mind, it was a home. Not gigantic so he couldn't be away from Soobin, but big enough to fit what they needed. A kitchen, a living room, a dining room, an office for him to take consults, a office for Soobin to.. I don't know, do math I guess. A master bedroom to fit all their things, a closet for their clothes, a bathroom with a bathtub. He imagined all of it, and he had told the omega.

What he didn't mention was how in those images, there was other rooms... with cribs, bassonets, toys. What he didn't mention was that in that dining room there was baby chairs, in that kitchen everything was baby proof, and in the living room, there was a rug for the baby.

He didn't tell the omega that he saw their kids, running around the house, making a mess. A mix of both their scents on little humans. He didn't mention both of them wearing white as he waits in the altar as Namjoon walks Soobin to him.

He didn't mention how he imagined getting on one knee, surprising the omega, getting to hear a 'yes' from him.

So yeah, he didn't told Soobin everything that goes on in his head about them. But mostly, because he didn't want to scare the omega, he doesn't know how Soobin feels about all of that yet, they have talked about mating marks, but this was different.

However, he knew that if at the end of the day, Soobin didn't want any of that, it would be okay. The kids bedroom could become a cinema room, the dining room table could have fancy chairs, the house could be filled with dogs and cats, even a hedghog as he knew Soobin wanted.

If he didn't want to get married, Yeonjun would gladly be his boyfriend his whole life. He didn't need to get on one knee, he didn't need to walk down the isle. At the end of the day, it was about family.

And Soobin has been his family since he can remember. 

So afterall, he didn't need anything else if he had Soobin. 

As long as he had the omega, his parents, his Hyungs, his friends, his pasion, his career. Everything else, was just a bonus, he would be happy with that much all his life. 

And he was going to make sure Soobin knew that. His gift would show that.

"Baby?" Soobin cracked his fingers in front of his eyes, waking Yeonjun from his thoughts "You dozen out again" So yeah, he has been doind that all day, too nervous about Soobin's surprise.

"I'm sorry love, you were saying?".

"Can you take a picture of me?" Soobin asks smiling. Eventually he is gonna find out he could ask Yeonjun anything smiling and the alpha would do it in a heartbeat.

"Sure baby" He says grabbing the phone. 

Soobin poses in front of the Christ, what should be one of the seven wonders in the world, Yeonjun's attention should be on it, but with Soobin in the picture, the last thing he saw was it. 

He smiles and takes the picture, showing it to Soobin.

"Thank you baby" The omega says in front of him, turning his head to look at the Christ "It's really pretty right?" He asks tilting his head to it "No wonder it's one of the seven wonders in the world... you think someday it's gonna be eight of them? or maybe one of them will stop being one?" Soobin asks exited.

"I think" Yeonjun starts pulling the omega by his waist "I think if they met you, none of those seven would be a wonder".

Soobin rolls his eyes "That doesn't even make sense, I got the joke, but wouldn't it be that I am the eight one?".

Yeonjun smiles and shake his head, Soobin felt right into his trap "Nop" He says smirking sly "If they saw you, there would be no other wonders love... you would raise the bar for them, it's impossible to find anything as pretty as you".

Soobin goes completely red, stuttering to try to say anything. He gives up, just leaning foward to hide his face on Yeonjun's chest, punching him lightly as he complains about the joke, obviously flustered.

"I hate you" Soobin says at last, causing the alpha to laugh.

"I love you" He says back.

Yeonjun leans in and kisses him, if people around them are looking, he doesn't care at all

"Binnie, are you ready?" Yeonjun asks the omega from the hotel room, waiting for Soobin to come out the bathroom so they can go to dinner.

Yeonjun heard the soft click of the bathroom door before he saw anything, and his heart reacted before his mind did. He sat on the edge of the hotel bed, phone in hand only for the sake of pretending—because the moment Soobin stepped out, every attempt at composure dissolved.

Soobin lingered in the doorway for a breath, leaning against the frame with that casual, devastating ease he carried without trying, as if he didn’t already know exactly what he was doing to the other one. But Soobin wasn't dumb, he knows exactly what he is doind right now. He is making sure his eyes stay on him, and Yeonjun is not gonna oppose to that.

The fitted black shirt he wore was still warm from the shower’s steam, clinging to his chest and shoulders in a way that made Yeonjun’s pulse stumble. The top buttons were left undone, revealing a narrow line of skin that sent a slow, heated pull through Yeonjun’s entire body.

His dark jeans hugged his legs just right, directing Yeonjun’s gaze downward despite his best intentions. The lightweight dark coat draped over him only made things worse—framing him, accentuating him, turning the whole picture into something dangerously close to a fantasy. As Soobin moved forward, the coat shifted, offering brief, teasing glimpses of the shape beneath, and Yeonjun had to take a steadying breath just to keep from staring too openly.

But Soobin noticed anyway.

He always did.

The small, knowing smile that curved at Soobin’s lips made Yeonjun’s stomach tighten, a mix of anticipation and pure want sparking through him. Soobin’s boots tapped softly against the hotel floor as he approached, each step slow, controlled, meant to be felt as much as heard. The room seemed to shrink with every bit of distance he closed between them.

Yeonjun felt the warmth rising under his skin, felt the familiar rush that always came when Soobin looked like this—effortlessly seductive, confident in a way that left Yeonjun breathless, in a way he never was before.

By the time Soobin reached him, Yeonjun wasn’t pretending anymore.

The clothes didn’t just look good on Soobin—they made it impossible for Yeonjun to look anywhere else

He reached for Soobin's waist, pulling him to the middle of his open legs on the edge of the bed, being face to face to the other's stomach. 

He looked up at him, taking in the full sight of the omega, letting out a breath "You look... wow" It's all he manages to say, causing the omega to smile wide, which only remembered Yeonjun about how pretty Soobin actually is "You're... fuck".

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Soobin asks looking down at him.

"Like what?" He asks just to tease, he know damn well how he is lookin at Soobin right now.

"Like you... like you want to eat me" Soobin says low, shy.

Yeonjun smirks at him "I'm sure this is not a new look then" He says sly, he wanted to eat Soobin always.

"It's not, it's just...." He bites his lower lip.

Yeonjun uses his thumb to caress his waist, still holding eye contact with him "What baby?".

"I like it" Soobin whispers.

The alpha smiles and moves Soobin a little back to be able to get up from the bed. 

His hands keep secure on the omega's waist as he stands eye to eye to him now, Soobin is even prettier up here “You look incredible.”

Soobin’s smile deepened "Yeah?" he murmured, leaning in a little "What part?"

"All of it" Yeonjun admitted, heat rising in his cheeks despite the confidence in his tone "The shirt—God, Soobin, it’s unfair how good it looks on you. And the coat…" His fingers moved up his body, holding the coat between them "You walked out of that bathroom like you were trying to kill me".

Soobin laughed softly, stepping closer until his breath brushed Yeonjun's "That dramatic, huh?".

Yeonjun’s voice dropped, warm and honest "I'm serious, You look… ridiculously hot. I'm trying really hard not to throw you on this bed".

Soobin’s breath hitched just barely—small, but noticeable, at least for the alpha who knows him like the back of his hand "Keep talking like that" he murmured "and we won’t make it out of this room".

Yeonjun finally let himself smile, slow and admiring "That wouldn’t be the worst thing" he said, eyes locked on Soobin "Not when you look like this" he eyes him down "But it would be a waste to have to rip these pretty clothes apart so early".

That's when Soobin bluses hard. This whole conversation the alpha did notice he was embarrassed, but it was so little, only the tip of his ears changing their collor. But now he gets to see Soobin fully blusing, his cheeks and neck getting red.

"What, now you're embarrassed?" He asks ironically. 

"Shut up" Soobin says shy, causing him to laugh.

He pulls the omega closer, leaning in to kiss his cheek "Seriously love, you look amazing". 

Soobin's blush hadn't fully faded when Yeonjun pulled back, but he managed to lift his eyes again, steadying himself with a quiet breath. For a moment he simply looked at Yeonjun, really looked, and something soft flickered across his expression.

"You know…" Soobin began, voice low but more certain than before, "you look beautiful too".

Yeonjun blinked, surprised for half a second, the compliment landing deeper than Soobin probably realized, knowing that the omega isn't one for throwing compliments, he usually shows it in other ways. Soobin stepped back just enough to take him in properly.

Yeonjun was still standing in front of him, but even in that relaxed posture, he looked effortlessly striking. 

The white dress shirt he wore was crisp and fitted, the fabric smooth against his torso, perfectly highlighting the elegant lines of his frame. The sleeves were buttoned neatly at his wrists, showcasing the black leather watch that added a quiet touch of sophistication.

His charcoal-gray trousers were tailored and clean, shaping his long legs with a subtle confidence. The navy blazer rested open on his shoulders, structured but comfortable, giving him a poised, almost cinematic presence—like he belonged in some refined, timeless portrait.

Soobin’s gaze softened even more.

"The shirt suits you" he said gently, his eyes drifting down Yeonjun’s body with lingering appreciation "And the blazer… it makes you look even more…" His voice faltered, the blush creeping back "Handsome".

Yeonjun’s smile grew slow and warm at that, a glow settling in his chest.

Soobin reached out, brushing his fingertips lightly over the blazer's lapel, voice barely above a whisper "You’re breathtaking, Jun".

Yeonjun leans in again, pulling him closer by the waist and kissing him fastly, just a small peck on the lips. He pulls aways to look at the omega, taking into memory every line of Soobin's face.

Yeonjun leaned in again before Soobin had the chance to say anything, his hand sliding around the omega's waist with an instinctive, possessive gentleness. The movement pulled Soobin closer in one smooth motion, their bodies aligning with a natural familiarity that made the air between them warm and charged.

Soobin let out a soft breath, half surprise, half anticipation, his hands lightly gripping Yeonjun’s shoulders for balance. The blush still colored his cheeks, but now it mixed with something deeper, a quiet longing he didn't bother to hide.

Yeonjun kissed him.

It wasn’t rushed or hungry, it was slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that spoke more than words could. His lips were warm, confident, brushing against Soobin's with a tenderness that made the omega melt into him without thinking. Soobin responded immediately, leaning closer, fingers curling just a little tighter as he kissed back with shy eagerness.

For Yeonjun, the moment felt grounding, like pulling Soobin into his arms aligned every part of him. The faint tremor in Soobin's breath, the way his body softened in Yeonjun's hold, the warmth blooming between them, it all struck him at once, filling him with a fierce, affectionate warmth that made his chest tighten.

For Soobin, the kiss was steadying in a different way. Yeonjun's certainty, the way he held him so securely, made his heart race and calm all at once. It made the embarrassment, the teasing, everything before melt into something sweet and overwhelming. He kissed Yeonjun back with quiet devotion, letting himself be held, letting himself feel.

When Yeonjun finally pulled back, just enough to breathe, their foreheads stayed close, breaths mingling in the soft stillness of the hotel room, both of them smiling in that subtle, intimate way shared only between lovers who know each other deeply.

"I am obsessed with you" Yeonjun says against the other's lips. His hand slide down from his waist to his ass, squeezing both of his cheeks, drawing a low moan from the omega, taken by surprise from the attitude.

"Jun" He warns in a breath, knowing that a little more of that and he would be wet, completely turned on.

Yeonjun knows it too, it's why he has that smirk on his lips. He pulls away from the omega, turning aroung to get his wallet and cellphone from the bed "Let's go baby, food waits for us" He says holding a hand up for Soobin to grab it.

The omega smiles, slotting their hands together "Food is enough to really shake you".

The ride to the restaurant had been quiet in that comfortable way that only long time lovers could share, hands brushing now and then, small glances exchanged, the warmth of the earlier moment still lingering between them.

When they stepped inside, the shift in atmosphere was immediate. Soft lighting, low voices, the hum of quiet music—everything felt intimate, warm, tailored for slow conversations and lingering looks.

Yeonjun placed a hand at the small of Soobin's back, guiding him gently but confidently, the subtle gesture carrying that natural alpha assurance that always made Soobin's shoulders relax, he knew he was safe.

The host greeted them with a polite smile "Can I help?"

"Reservation for Yeonjun" The alpha says, watching the host look for his name.

"Right this way sir" The host says motioning for them to follow.

They were led past the softly lit main area, weaving between tables until they reached a quieter part of the restaurant,slightly removed from the others, tucked into a corner where the lights were softer and the noise faded into a distant murmur, just like Yeonjun had asked.

Private, comfortable. A space where Soobin wouldn't feel watched or crowded. A space where they could be together without interruption.

Soobin noticed, of course. His eyes softened, a small, grateful smile forming as he glanced at Yeonjun. His heart filling with warmth, afection and love towards the alpha, apreciating that he knew him so well.

The host pulled out a chair, and Soobin sat first. Yeonjun took the seat directly across from him, not beside him.

It was different for them, usually they would sit side by side, it gave Yeonjun the possibility to touch him, to put his arms around his shoulders, to pull him in, he liked that. But today was different, and one look at Yeonjun made Soobin realize he likes it like this too.

Face to face. Close enough that Soobin could see the reflection of the candlelight in his eyes, close enough that their knees almost brushed under the table, just as intimate as if they were side to side, just in a different way.

As the host stepped away, leaving them in the warm glow of the secluded corner, Yeonjun leaned back slightly, letting his eyes linger on Soobin with that quiet alpha intensity that always made the omega's heart skip.

Soobin lowered his gaze for a moment, a soft warmth blooming in his chest.

This was his night, his birthday. And Yeonjun had made sure they had a space meant only for them.

"You keep looking at me like that" Soobin murmured, cheeks warming. The way Yeonjun's gaze held him... steady, focused, unbothered by anything else happening around them, made it impossible for him to think of anything but the alpha across the table. 

The alpha smiles, leaning foward, resting his hand above the menu on the table "I can't help it, you're just... stunning" Soobin felt the blush rise instantly, and Yeonjun saw it, of course he did. Something satisfied, warm, almost proud flickered in the alpha's heart, like making Soobin blush was a job accomplished "Plus," Yeonjun added, tilting his head slightly, “I know you like my eyes on you" He flirts. Flirting for him is like an instinct by now.

"I do" Soobin agrees in a second, not even bothering to pretend anything else "It's just.. distracting" He says staring down his lap, avoiding the other's eyes.

The confession came out soft, almost whispered, and Yeonjun felt a gentle pulse of affection at the honesty.

For a moment, he considered teasing him again, just to see how red he could make him, but the omega looked so flustered, so genuinely overwhelmed, that Yeonjun held back. A small, amused smile tugged at his lips as he reached for the menu instead, giving Soobin a moment to breathe.

"Alright" he said lightly, opening the menu with a soft rustle "I'll behave. For now."

Soobin exhaled quietly, his shoulders relaxing—though the flush on his cheeks didn't fade in the slightest.

The alpha opens the menu, flipping through pages. From the corner of his eyes, he sees as Soobin does the same, grabbing the other menu to roam around it too. 

Yeonjun sighs "Maybe I should have picked a korean restaurant". He tries to sound casual, but from the way his eyebrows move, Soobin just knows he is scolding himself mentally, and he won't have that.

The omega reaches a hand and holds the alpha's one, causing the alpha's eyes to move from the menu to his face slowly, seting the menu down on the table "I like it here" Soobin says with a smile "I like tryng new food".

Yeonjun arche an eyebrow "Now, that's just straigh up lying love" He says, Soobin has never been one to like trying new things, be it food, hobbys, music, clothes, places. Gosh, he didn't even like new people.

"Well yeah" He agrees laughing small "But we are already on another country, might as well try new things Jun".

The alpha smiles at him "Yeah, I guess so" He says, but deep down he is still worried that he made a wrong choice and ruin Soobin's birthday "So you like the place?" He asks just to be sure, not even trying to hide his insecurity, knowing damn well that Soobin can read him.

Soobin smiles at him, his dimples apearing "I do, I love it Jun".

Before Yeonjun could comment on it, a server approached their corner table with a warm smile.

"Good evening. Are you both ready to order?" The way he looked at Yeonjun was a little uncomfortable, but by now Soobin already knew that being with Yeonjun meant to be ready to deal with shit like that.

Soobin straightened a little, clearing his throat "Uh... yes, I think so".

Yeonjun smiles at him from across the table, passing reassurance on it "You go first, love" He says and Soobin just knows that the way he emphasizes the pet name is to make sure the server knows it.

Soobin nodded, scanning his page one last time "I'll have the mushroom risotto, please".

"Excellent choice" the server said, scribbling it down "And for you?" He asks turning to Yeonjun. 

Soobin apreciated the fact that even though the server eyes did linger at Yeonjun the first moment, he knew his place and didn't try to make anything out of it, he was respectful and didn't look again. 

Yeonjun didn't need to look at the menu again "I'll take the seared steak with rosemary butter"

The server wrote that down as well, then lifted his gaze, making sure to look between Soobin and Yeonjun this time, a way of showing he respected them as a couple and was not trying to hit on the alpha "And would you like something to drink?"

Yeonjun glanced at Soobin before answering, an unspoken 'you choose' passing in the air between them. Seeing it, the server also look at the omega to note down his answer.

Soobin hesitated for only a second before saying softly "Maybe a wine?"

"Wine sounds perfect" Yeonjun agreed immediately, his tone warm in a way that made Soobin glow just a little, the feeling of doing something that the alpha aproved settling in his inside omega.

"Any preference?" the server asked.

Yeonjun smiled "A red one. Something smooth. We'll share a bottle".

"Of course" the server said, jotting the final note "I'll bring it right out".

As he walked away, Soobin let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his fingers playing with the edge of his napkin.

Yeonjun tilted his head "What's that look for?" He throws Soobin's question from earlier back at him, noticing how the omega was looking at him.

Soobin shrugged, shy but smiling "Nothing. Just… I like when you order for us".

Yeonjun’s eyes warmed instantly, so did his cheeks. It was rare for him to blush, but on moments when Soobin recognized him as an alpha, on moments the omega shows him that he thinks he is good enough for him, those are the moments he can't control his face.

"Good" he said gently, shy "I like doing it".

Soobin smirks at him when he notices the red color of the other's skin "That's what causes you to blush? me saying I like when you order of us?" He teases.

Yeonjun gets even more red, staring at his own lap, biting on his lower lip "It's not the sentence" He says moving his head up slowly to meet the omega's eyes "It's just... when you say things like that.. it feels like you trust me and... my alpha feels like it's a way of you saying that we are good enough".

The teasing from the omega's eyes disappear. Soobin’s heart fluttered, soft and impossibly full "I do" He says smiling "I trust you, and I am sure you are good enough".

The alpha also smiles back at him.

"For anyone aparently, since everyone is always thirsting after you" He says beneath his breath.

Yeonjun smiles wider "You're jealous, seriously?" Soobin doesn't answer, only looking at him with that face. That stupid face he puts on when he is annoyed "You know you have no reason to" He says small.

That's when Soobin smiles "I do, I do know that".

The wine arrived a few moments later, the deep red swirling beautifully as the server poured it into their glasses. And once they were alone again, Yeonjun lifted his glass slightly, eyes locked on Soobin with that same steady focus from before.

"To nineteen years old" he said.

Soobin clinked his glass against his "To nineteen".

"Let it be better than eighteen" Yeonjun says taking a sip.

"I don't know" Soobin says also drinking some "I got you at eighteen, don't know if anything could beat that".

Yeonjun is taken back from the sentence "Where is this confidence coming from?" He asks staring at him "Suddently you decided to flirt with me?".

"Is it a complain?" Soobin asks relaxed, knowing that it isn't.

"Of course not, it's just new" Yeonjun says "I like it, you're good at it".

Soobin smiles taking another sip from his glass "I want you to be mine, gotta conquer you" He jokes to the alpha acroos him.

"You're past that baby" He answers "I'm already in love with you" The alpha smiles at him "And I'm mostly certain already yours".

The evening settled comfortably around them as the wine began to warm their hands and their shoulders loosened. The first few minutes after the toast flowed easily, the conversation slipping into soft, affectionate territory as it always did on nights like this.

They talked about their day. How Soobin had looked absolutely enchanted at the Christ of Redeempt, standing there with the wind brushing his hair while he stared at the view like it was something out of a dream. Yeonjun teased him for taking "an excessive number" of photos, and Soobin countered by reminding him how Yeonjun had clung a little too hard to the railing when the wind picked up near the edge.

They laughed about the street vendors, the tourists asking for pictures, the way the sun hit the mountains as it started to descend. Yeonjun mentioned how relaxed Soobin had seemed the whole afternoon, lighter, almost glowing—Soobin rolled his eyes, but the faint blush on his cheeks said enough.

The server returned with their plates, setting the mushroom risotto in front of Soobin and the seared rosemary steak in front of Yeonjun. The rich smell of butter and herbs filled the space between them, mixing with the scent of wine and the faint sweetness of the restaurant's candles.

They thanked the server, picked up their forks, and began to eat as the conversation continued in warm, unhurried waves.

Soobin told him how strange and wonderful it felt to be celebrating his birthday so far from home, in another country, in such a beautiful place. Yeonjun admitted that was exactly why he'd agreed with the trip, he wanted Soobin to remember this birthday for years.

At some point, Soobin laughed so hard he had to set his fork down, covering his mouth while Yeonjun watched him with that soft, adoring look he didn't even tried to hide.

At any point did the conversation died down. It was always like this with them, they always had something to talk about, being it silly jokes, normal conversarions, futile ones or even the serious ones.

It was obvious that time was moving, plates slowly emptying, glasses refilling, the wine bottle growing lighter, but the world around their little corner of the restaurant seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in their shared space of warmth, affection, and anniversary sweetness.

Tonight was for Soobin. And from the way Yeonjun looked at him, steady, tender, full of quiet pride...he knew it.

When the plates were finally cleared, the warmth of the wine lingering in their cheeks, the server returned to ask about dessert. Soobin didn't even need to look at the menu, he ordered the chocolate mousse he'd eyed earlier, and Yeonjun chose a passion fruit crème brûlée, saying he wanted something "light" only for Soobin to roll his eyes and accuse him of pretending to be healthy.

Their desserts arrived quickly, delicate and beautifully plated, adding a subtle sweetness to the air around them. They ate slowly, enjoying the flavors, the conversarion, the soft candlelight that flickered between them.

Halfway through his mousse, Soobin set down his spoon and fixed Yeonjun with a look, one he rarely used, but whenever he did, Yeonjun's posture changed almost instantly.

"Soobin…" Yeonjun warned lightly, already recognizing the shift.

The omega rested his chin on his hand, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion "Don't even try to tell me there isn't anything" he said, pointing his spoon at the alpha "I know you, and you have been weird all day"

Yeonjun blinked "Weird?"

"Yes. Weird" Soobin insisted, leaning back in his chair with dramatic emphasis "You keep staring at me with that look. And you've been smiling to yourself every time you think I'm not looking, you have been doing it all day, like a psicopath. And you're too calm. Suspiciously calm"

"That's just my face" Yeonjun protested, although the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him.

Soobin raised an eyebrow "Your face is many things. Calm is not one of them".

Yeonjun smirked "Really? Is it pretty?"

"Don't try to change the subject".

Yeonjun huffed, pretending to return to his dessert, but Soobin wasn1t letting him off that easily.

"And" Soobin continued, drawing out the word in a slow, knowing tone, "you disappear for ten minutes this afternoon and come back acting like nothing happened. That was not normal."

Yeonjun set his spoon down carefully "I went to the bathroom"

"For ten minutes?" Soobin pressed "Junie, no man takes ten minutes on a bathroom trip unless you're hiding something".

The alpha pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting the smile creeping up "You're impossible"

"Correct" Soobin said, pleased "And I will continue being impossible until someone—" he pointed at Yeonjun again "—admits he has my birthday present."

Yeonjun leaned forward, lowering his voice with exaggerated seriousness "Soobin, I'm telling you…I have nothing".

The omega stared at him for three full seconds, unimpressed "Liar".

Yeonjun fought a laugh "Eat your dessert".

"You see?" Soobin threw his hands up softly "This is exactly what I mean! You're deflecting. You always deflect when you’re hiding something"

"I'm deflecting because you're ridiculous".

"So there is something!"

Yeonjun groaned, burying his face in his hands as Soobin grinned, triumphant.

He wasn't going to find out, not yet. But watching him try was more entertaining than Yeonjun cared to admit.

When the desserts were finished and the soft hum of conversation around them began to quiet, Yeonjun signaled the server. He slipped his card into the leather folder before Soobin even realized what was happening.

"Hey—" Soobin protested gently, too late.

"It's done" Yeonjun said, tone playful but firm "Let me take care of tonight".

Soobin squeezes his eyes "You always say 'tonight' but somehow it's always you paying for us".

"That's 'cause I find it good to be able to provide for you... just let me do it Bin".

"Fine" The omega says, a small smile creeping onto his face.

It was 21:30 when they finally stepped outside, the warm night breeze of Rio brushing softly against their skin.

"So… hotel?" Soobin asked, stretching a little.

"Actually" Yeonjun began, hands slipping casually into his pockets, trying not to let his anxiety show "I was thinking… we could walk a little? Get to know more of the city".

Soobin blinked "…At this hour?"

Yeonjun shrugged, too smooth to be casual, and he knows the omega realizes it "We don't need to be back right away. Come on, it's nice out".

What he didn't say, what he couldn't say, was that they couldn't return before 22:00, not if he wanted the surprise to be ready on time.

Soobin accepted with a soft smile, and they began walking down the lit street, the sound of distant music mixing with the rhythmic hush of cars passing by. Yeonjun touched his hand first, just the back of his fingers brushing against Soobin's knuckles. Soobin's hand immediately turned palm up, meeting his, and their fingers intertwined without a second thought, like it was instinct for their bodies to find each other.

They walked like that, close, shoulders bumping lightly now and then.

"So" Soobin said, breaking the comfortable silence "did you know Rio has like… absurdly many stray cats? I swear I've seen more cats here than tourists".

Yeonjun laughed "No, you haven't"

"I have! At least on this street".

"That was one cat, Soobin".

"Two".

"One".

Soobin pouted "Why can't you just let me win?"

"Because you’re wrong" Yeonjun replied simply, squeezing his hand.

"But you love me, just let me win" The omega replies whining

"I do love you, which is why I can't let you win if you're wrong".

Soobin bumped his shoulder "You're impossible".

"You like it" He teases.

"I like you, I tolerate your teasing".

"It's part of who I am love" He says and he swears he can hear the omega's eyes rolling.

They kept walking, talking about nothing, about the weather, about how the waiter clearly had a crush on Yeonjun, about how Yeonjun still couldn't pronounce certain Portuguese words without sounding like a confused toddler. Soobin laughed harder than usual, a lingering effect of the wine still warming his chest, loosening his voice.

But the wooziness was fading, the world was steadier now.

Mostly because Yeonjun had insisted, almost annoyingly, on both of them drinking water between the courses.

Soobin pointed it out with a teasing grin "You know, you were weirdly strict with the water today".

Yeonjun shrugged, pretending indifference "I just didn’t want you getting a headache later".

"You're sweet" Soobin said, leaning lightly against him "Annoying, but sweet".

The wine's warmth was giving way to something gentler, clearer, helped along by the cool night air and the steady rhythm of their steps together.

Yeonjun checked the time discreetly.

21:42.

Good. Just a little longer.

He stoped walking and turned to Soobin to say something, but his words died as soon as his eyes saw the omega.

Soobin looked absolutely gorgeous, well he was absoultelly gorgeous, but this night, on this clothes, he already looked like a sin. On top of that, the view of the beach behind him accentuated how pretty he was, the streetligh hitting his face.

And what really made him loose his track of thoughs... the red color of the other's lips.

"Jun?" Soobin asks confused as to why they stopped.

"Your lips look..." He says almost hypnotized "I mean, the wine.." He has to pull himself together, it isn't time for this "Your lips look insane".

Soobin smirks taking a step foward, holding the blazer on the alpha's body, near his neck "Yeah?" He asks teasing, probably some of the wine talking, but by now there wasn't any affect of alcool in his body anymore "Is it pretty?"

Yeonjun reaches a hand, his thumb tracing slowly along his bottom lip "They look like..."

"Like?" Soobin asks arching an eyebrow

"Like they're beggin me to ruin them" He whispers causing the omega to shiver at the thought.

Yeonjun could ruin his lips in so many ways, he didn't even know how he wanted him to do it. He could kiss and bite him until they are sore. He could put him on his knees and fuck into his mouth. He could finger him until they are sore from biting down to hide the noises.

He kind of wanted Yeonjun to ruin him. Not just his lips. Him.

The alpha stared at his lips like he was ready to kiss him. And he really was. Yeonjun leans foward. When they're almost touching, the sound of a kid throwing a ball on Yeonjun's feet break them appart.

Yeonjun kneels down to catch the ball, seeing the kid and his dad walking towards him.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry" The dad says to him, resting one hand on the little boy's shoulder "Dohyun, say you're sorry son".

The kid looks shy, it reminded Soobin of himself "I'm sorry Sir".

Yeonjun smiled still on his knees, face to face with the kid "Don't worry, it's okay" He says and the kid smiles "Here, your ball" The kid grabs the ball and runs away, Soobin sees as he reaches a woman and one look at her face show him that it's his mom.

"I'm sorry for him" The dad says in front of them.

"Don't worry about it, these things happen" Yeonjun says.

"Still, I'm sorry... I gotta go" The man says gesturing to his wife and kid "You two make a good couple by the way" He says to Soobin and Yeonjun before walking away.

They both thank the man, going back to walking besides each other with shy smiles on their faces. 

They had been walking for several minutes when Soobin slowed down, tugging gently on Yeonjun’s hand to make him stop again.

"Okay" he said softly, eyes narrowing in that way he used when he was observing something too carefully "You're acting strange. Again".

Yeonjun blinked, caught off guard "Strange? I'm literally just walking".

"No" Soobin insisted, stepping closer "You're tense. And don't even try to deny it, I can feel it" He pressed a hand lightly against Yeonjun's arm, thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt  "You've been anxious all day".

Yeonjun opened his mouth to protest, but Soobin didn't give him the chance.

"Yeonjun" His voice came quiet, warm, the kind that melted through defenses "I don't know what you're planning. And I'm not supposed to know. But…" he paused, looking directly into the alpha's eyes "whatever it is, I'm going to love it".

Yeonjun's breath caught.

Soobin continued, tone steady and impossibly sincere "Because it's from you, because you thought about it, and that's more than enough for me".

The alpha looked away for a second, jaw tensing the way it always did when he was fighting the urge to let his emotions show too clearly. Soobin smiled gently, stepping even closer, their hands still intertwined.

"You always worry too much" Soobin murmured "But you never need to. Not with me".

Yeonjun let out a quiet exhale, somewhere between relief and being overwhelmed.

Soobin squeezed his hand "See? Whatever you're nervous about… it's okay. I already love it".

And for the first time that night, Yeonjun's shoulders dropped, the tension easing just a little, just enough to show that Soobin's words had reached exactly where they needed to.

22:02

"Let's go love" Yeonjun says making signal for a taxi to stop "Back to the hotel".

He held the door open for the omega, letting him get in first, Soobin only smiled, leaving a peck on his lips before getting inside the car.

Inside the elevator, the soft hum of the machinery filled the silence between them. They stood side by side, shoulders almost touching, the mirrored walls reflecting the quiet anticipation that clung to the air.

As the numbers above the door ticked upward, Soobin didn't need to look at Yeonjun to feel the shift in him. The alpha had been tense before, but now, here, in this small, closed space, just minutes away from whatever he’d been planning all day, his anxiety spiked like a wave brushing against Soobin's skin.

Yeonjun's breath came a little deeper, controlled but shaky, his fingers tapping once against his thigh in a tiny betraying gesture he probably didn't notice himself making.

Soobin did.

Without a word, he reached out and slid his hand into Yeonjun's.

The alpha froze for half a second, not in surprise, but in that way someone does when something inside them unknots unexpectedly. Soobin didn't squeeze hard, just enough pressure to say I'm here, it's okay.

Yeonjun exhaled slowly. He didn't look down, didn't speak. But he intertwined their fingers on his own, holding on a little tighter than usual.

They stepped out of the elevator, still hand in hand, the soft carpet of the hallway muffling their footsteps. The corridor was quiet at that hour, lights dimmed just enough to cast a warm glow over the patterned walls. Soobin walked beside Yeonjun in silence, not out of discomfort but because the air felt too delicate to disturb with unnecessary words.

Yeonjun's grip on his hand tightened the closer they drew to their door. He wasn't trembling, but there was a charged energy in his movements, like every step pushed his nerves a little higher.

Soobin kept pace, calm, steady. Every so often, his thumb brushed the back of Yeonjun's hand in slow, grounding circles.

He didn't ask questions. Didn't tease.

Just stayed right there, present.

When they finally reached the familiar door, Yeonjun stopped. For a heartbeat, he simply stood still, staring at the handle as though it were the line between two worlds... before and what comes next. Soobin watched him quietly, letting him take his time.

Yeonjun drew a breath, deep, steadying, and finally released Soobin's hand to reach into his pocket for the keycard. The absence of his touch felt immediate, cool against Soobin's skin, but the omega didn't complain. He only stepped a little closer, close enough that their arms brushed.

The keycard beeped softly.

The lock clicked.

The door shifted open just a crack.

Yeonjun hesitated one last second, his eyes flicking to Soobin with a mix of nerves and something warmer, hope maybe. Or fear of disappointing him. Or both.

Soobin gave him a small smile, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

A silent go on.

With that subtle permission, Yeonjun pushed the door fully open.

Warm light spilled out from inside the room soft, amber, gentle. And Soobin's eyes widened immediately, breath catching in his throat as he took his first step into the surprise Yeonjun had planned for him.

As soon as Soobin stepped inside, he froze.

The room wasn't lit by a single lamp. Not one.

Instead, the only light came from the full moon pouring through the open balcony door and from the thousands of small candles scattered throughout the room... on the shelves, the floor, the windowsill, the edges of the fireplace, the bedside tables. Their flames flickered softly, casting warm, wavering shadows that made the entire place look alive with light.

And the floor—

Soobin's breath caught.

White rose petals covered nearly every inch of it, soft and delicate, spilling across the rug, the hardwood, the path leading toward the bed and the balcony. His favorite. Yeonjun remembered. 

Not red, not pink.... white. The only color that ever made his chest feel strangely full.

For a moment, he didn't move. Couldn't.

Because as his eyes adjusted to the glow, something else caught his attention. 

Thin strings hanging from the ceiling, almost invisible in the dim light. Dozens of them. And pinned along each string, spaced evenly and gently swaying with the breeze from the balcony door, were polaroids.

Polaroids of them.

Soobin stepped forward slowly, the rose petals brushing softly under his shoes. He lifted one hand toward a photo but didn't touch it, just looked, recognizing the shapes, the smiles, the angles of faces he knew by heart. Some were playful, some soft, some chaotic, some simple. All of them captured moments that belonged only to them.

As he kept looking around, the full meaning of it settled deep in his chest.

It wasn't just beautiful.

It wasn't just romantic.

It was intimate... so impossibly intimate.

A room transformed not with generic romance, but with their memories, their story, their details. Every candle, every petal, every photo... it all felt like Yeonjun had poured pieces of himself into the room and wrapped it around Soobin like warmth.

This wasn't something anyone could buy or order or fake.

This was something that could only come from someone who loved him deeply, someone who paid attention in the quiet moments, the small preferences, the things Soobin never expected anyone to remember.

A surprise made not to impress the world.

A surprise made for him.

Only him.

And in the center of it all, Soobin stood, feeling completely overcome. 

By the beauty, by the effort, by the love woven into every soft, glowing corner of the room.

"Jun" His voice breaks as he walks inside the room.

He takes two steps foward, hearing the soft click from the door closing, shielding them from the outside world, locking them inside their world.

Yeonjun stayed by the door for a second, watching Soobin take everything in. The omega still hadn't said a word besides his name, which only made Yeonjun's heart beat harder, loud enough that he was sure it echoed in the quiet, candle lit room.

He cleared his throat softly.

"So… um" The word came out small, almost swallowed "This is… I mean... this is what I was working on".

Soobin didn't turn around yet. He had stepped deeper into the room, petals shifting under his feet as he slowly walked toward one of the strings of photos. His fingers brushed lightly against a polaroid, barely touching the edge.

The first polaroid Soobin touched was one of the newer ones, taken just a month ago, when the weather on campus had still been warm enough for them to sit outside.

In the picture, they were both on the grass beneath one of the big trees near the library. Soobin was sitting with his back against the trunk, posture relaxed but unaware he was being photographed. Yeonjun lay stretched out across the grass, his head resting comfortably on Soobin's lap, one arm lifted to hold the camera above them.

Yeonjun's smile filled half the frame—bright, easy, the kind that reached his eyes and crinkled them at the corners. His hair was slightly messy from the wind, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves cast playful patches of light across his face.

Soobin, on the other hand, had clearly been caught mid-reaction. He wasn't looking at the camera but at Yeonjun, eyes wide in surprise, lips parted as if about to say something. His expression was soft, unguarded—an instinctive mix of confusion and affection, the kind that only ever showed when Yeonjun surprised him like that.

It was simple. Unstaged. A slice of their everyday life—quiet, warm, and unmistakably theirs.

And as Soobin traced the edge of the picture with his thumb, he could almost feel the warmth of that afternoon again.

He moves to the next one, a smile creeping on his face as he sees it, tracing the outline of it.

The second polaroid captured an even quieter moment, one of those everyday scenes that somehow held more intimacy than anything deliberately planned.

It had been taken in Soobin's room.

Yeonjun sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread just slightly for comfort, while Soobin settled on the floor between them, his back resting against the side of the mattress. The angle of the photo made the scene look even cozier, framed by the soft light of Soobin's bedroom lamp.

In the picture, Yeonjun held a hair dryer in one hand. Half of Soobin’s hair was still damp, darkened by the water, clinging in gentle strands to the side of his face. The other half, closer to Yeonjun, was already dry and fluffy, sticking out a little in the way it always did before Soobin bothered to style it.

Soobin was the one holding the camera, arm stretched up to capture the moment. He was smiling directly at the lens, bright, sweet, that small smile he always reserved for moments that made him feel warm inside.

Yeonjun, however, wasn't looking at the camera at all.

He was fully concentrated on Soobin's hair, eyes narrowed slightly with focus, lips pushed into the tiny pout he always made without noticing whenever he was paying attention to something with both hands. The dryer hovered just above Soobin's head, frozen mid motion by the click of the shot.

The photo radiated something soft—domestic, familiar, deeply affectionate. Not posed, not decorated, not eventful.

Just a moment of care. Of closeness. Of love shown in the most ordinary, tender act.

And as Soobin looked at it now, fingertips brushing the image, he could almost hear the hum of the dryer again… and feel Yeonjun’s gentle fingers combing through his hair.

Yeonjun swallowed and tried again.

"I wanted to do something special" he said, voice a little uneven "Since it's your birthday. And since we're here. And—" he stopped, exhaling sharply as if trying to calm his racing thoughts "—I just kept thinking that you deserve something that feels like… like us".

Soobin didn't say anything, but he was listening to every word and Yeonjun knew it.

Soobin’s hand paused on another polaroid, fingertips resting on the glossy surface, tracing the outline of the image without fully gripping it. 

The third polaroid was different from the others.

Not quieter, not softer... but heavier, meaningful in a way only the two of them truly understood.

It had been taken in front of the full length mirror in Soobin's bedroom. Soobin stood closest to the glass, holding the camera up with both hands to capture their reflection. He was already dressed for the party, hair styled, shirt perfectly fitted, the faintest flush on his cheeks from getting ready.

Behind him, Yeonjun's arms were wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. The alpha's chin hovered near Soobin’s shoulder, his eyes focused not on the mirror, not on the camera... but on Soobin.

There was something unmistakable in Yeonjun's expression, even in the blurry instant the camera had caught: something protective, grounded, steady.

The kind of look that said I'm here without needing words.

The photo had frozen a moment from that night.

The night of the party that had led to their first real fight, the first time things had truly fractured between them. A painful memory...yet, one of the most important ones.

Because after the fight… after everything Soobin had said and done in fear, in hurt, in the confusion of loving someone so deeply he didn't know how to hold it... Yeonjun had stayed.

This snapshot, unknowingly captured before any of that happened, held the proof of the love that survived it.

And in the background, barely centered but entirely present, were Beomgyu, Kai and Taehyun, sitting on the bed, laughing about something completely unrelated. Their faces slightly blurry, mid movement, but unmistakably them. They looked so natural, so comfortable, exactly like they always were.

The picture was more than just Soobin and Yeonjun. It was all of them... but the center of the frame, the gravity pulling everything together, was the way Yeonjun held Soobin.

A moment of calm before a storm neither of them had seen coming. A reminder of who they were, even before they knew the weight of what they felt. And a memory soaked in meaning because of what came after.

As Soobin looked at it now, thumb brushing over the glossy surface, he felt that old ache in his chest, the one made of gratitude, love, and the quiet realization that some memories stay warm no matter how much time passes.

Yeonjun stepped a little into the room, though he didn't come too close. He didn't want to interrupt the moment.

"I know you don’t like big, loud things" he continued softly "You've always preferred quiet moments. Things that feel real. Things that… mean something".

Soobin kept moving, slowly, gently. He walked along the length of the room, following the path of petals to another string of polaroids hanging near the fireplace. He lifted one between his fingers this time, sliding it carefully to get a better look. His expression softened, eyes glowing under the candlelight.

The next polaroid was older—much older.

The colors were slightly faded, the edges softened with time, the kind of picture that had clearly been handled more than once.

It was from Soobin's ninth birthday.

In the photo, he was dressed as Batman, mask slightly crooked on his small face, cape flowing behind him where he sat among a group of excited children. Around him, every kid was facing the same direction, all eyes locked on the clown hired for the party, balloons twisting in the air, children laughing mid motion.

Every child was captivated by the show.

Except one.

Behind Soobin, sitting a little closer than the others, was Yeonjun, ten years old, dressed in a bright Robin costume that fit him just a little too big at the shoulders. The green gloves, the yellow cape, the bright ‘R’ stitched onto the chest... everything looked endearingly mismatched, but perfect in the way childhood costumes always were.

And Yeonjun wasn't looking at the clown at all.

He was looking at Soobin (Itálico).

His entire face was lit with a smile wide, proud, warm in a way far too sincere for a nine-year old. There was something pure in his expression, something that said he cared more about Soobin's laughter than anything happening around them. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, mouth open in a grin as if Soobin's smile alone was enough to make him happy.

Even in that crowded, noisy frame filled with children and decorations and birthday chaos, Yeonjun's focus was on only one person.

And Soobin remembered that day perfectly.

How everyone had fought over who got to be Batman—but Yeonjun hadn't. He’d simply shrugged, grabbed the Robin costume, and said:

"I don't care who I am, as long as I get to be your partner".

A truth that echoed, years later, in the way he still was.

A constant.

A steady presence.

Someone who stayed the same even as everything else shifted around them.

Looking at the photo now, with the candlelight flickering across the glossy surface, Soobin felt a lump form in his throat, not from sadness, but from the kind of warmth that comes from realizing that some connections begin long before we ever understand them.

Even as children… Yeonjun only needed Soobin to smile.

And even then, the omega had already been the center of his world

"And I wanted..." Yeonjun hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. His voice dropped further, nervous in that raw, vulnerable way he rarely let anyone see "I wanted this to feel like everything I love about us. The small things. The simple things. The things no one else gets to see".

Soobin moved toward the bed now, where more petals were scattered across the sheets. He reached up to touch another photo hanging nearby, holding it a little longer than the others. His thumb brushed over it slowly, tenderly.

The next polaroid had a completely different atmosphere from the others.

It wasn't playful or nostalgic, it was intimate.

The photo showed Soobin lying down, shirtless, his body relaxed over Yeonjun's chest. They were on Soobin's bed. the setting looked improvised, as if they had simply collapsed there after a long, quiet moment filled with honesty.

Yeonjun was fast asleep in the picture, head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted, wearing the peaceful expression he only had during deep sleep. He was still fully dressed, one arm naturally resting around Soobin, protecting him even unconsciously.

Soobin, meanwhile, held the camera with one hand, stretching it just enough for the frame to capture both of them. His face was partially hidden against the warm skin of Yeonjun's chest, but you could still see part of his smile, small, soft, almost secret. The smile of someone saving a moment meant only for the two of them.

And there was something else there.

Something the photo didn't reveal, but that Soobin remembered — and felt.

That picture was taken on the first night he had allowed himself to be completely vulnerable with Yeonjun. The first time he had let the alpha truly see him, without barriers, without fear. The first time he had trusted Yeonjun with his body, his insecurity, and the fullness of his quiet surrender.

The first time Yeonjun touched him.

No one would ever understand, just by looking at the image, the depth of that moment.

But Soobin knew.

In that photograph, the beauty wasn't in the exposed skin, it was in what that moment represented.

A silent milestone of trust between them, of love that was slowly growing, and of how Yeonjun held him... gently, respectfully, devotedly... when Soobin finally let his heart open.

"I spent weeks choosing the pictures" Yeonjun admitted with an awkward chuckle, the kind that tried to hide his nerves and failed "I kept changing my mind. And then switching them back. And then doubting all of it again" He shook his head, letting out a breath "I just… wanted it to be perfect for you".

The only sounds in the room were the soft crackle of candles and the faint rustle of the curtains drifting with the ocean breeze. Soobin didn't speak yet, but the way he touched each photo carefully, lovingly... was more than enough to tell Yeonjun that he was listening.

And that he felt every bit of it.

Yeonjun's voice faded into the candlelit air, the last words of his explanation trembling slightly as they left him. He had said everything, why he planned it, why he chose every detail, why tonight mattered to him. And now he stood there, hands uncertain at his sides, chest rising and falling too quickly, the anxiety almost visible around him.

When he finally looked up, he froze.

Soobin had turned toward him, eyes shimmering under the soft glow of the candles. Not just shining, completely filled, overflowing, emotion blurring the world around him. No words, no warning.

Just feeling.

He took one shaky breath, then moved. Each step was slow at first, then more certain, as if drawn toward Yeonjun by instinct alone.

The moment he reached him, Soobin lifted both hands to Yeonjun's face, palms warm against the alpha's cheeks, and pulled him down into a deep, desperate kiss.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't hungry.

It was full.

Full of gratitude, of love he couldn't explain out loud, of everything the candles and petals and memories had brought up. Yeonjun's breath caught against his mouth before he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding Soobin's waist, sliding around him and pulling him closer, holding him like he was something precious. Soobins thumbs brushed softly under Yeonjun's eyes, as if he wanted to memorize every line of his face from up close.

They kissed slowly, tenderly, the kind of kiss that said more than words could... the kind that steadied trembling hearts.

When they finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Soobin was still holding his face, foreheads nearly touching.

"It's perfect" he whispered, voice trembling with emotion "Yeonjun... it's perfect. Everything is. You did all this for me... it's.." His voice cracked "It's more than I ever imagined".

Yeonjun swallowed, eyes flicking between Soobin's "I was terrified you wouldn't like it" he admitted softly "I kept thinking I got it wrong... or that it wasn't enough"

Soobin let out a small, breathy laugh, half a sob, half joy, and pressed another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"You got everything right" he murmured "Everything. I love it... and I love that it came from you".

"There's more," Yeonjun murmured, still breathless from the kiss but determined. He took Soobin's hand and guided him toward the bed, his movements gentle but charged with nerves. Once they reached it, he sat down and tugged the omega to sit beside him.

Soobin's eyes widened the moment he saw what was in front of them.. a notebook resting on the duvet, lid half-open as if waiting. His gaze flicked from it to Yeonjun, curiosity blooming all over his face.

"I connected it to the TV" Yeonjun explained, nodding toward the screen across the room.

Soobin blinked, surprised. Even after everything he'd already seen tonight, he still wasn't expecting more.

Yeonjun exhaled, shoulders rising and falling "I've been recording some videos" he admitted, voice soft with embarrassment "Like a journal. They help me... take things out of my chest. Control my emotions" His eyes met Soobin's again, as if checking for any sign of judgment.

He reached forward, flipping open the notebook completely and turning it on. The TV lit up at the same time. On the screen, a paused video appeared... Yeonjun's face filling the frame, caught mid blink, vulnerable in a way he never showed anyone.

"There are some about you. About us..." he continued, fingers hovering uncertainly over the keyboard "I wanted you to watch them. It's okay if you don't want to, I just.."

"I want to" Soobin didn’t let him finish. His answer came instantly, almost breathless "I do. I want to".

Yeonjun's expression softened into something warm and relieved, a smile tugging at his lips. Without another second of hesitation, he hit play on the first video.

Video 1

The screen brightened, and the moment the image sharpened, Soobin felt his breath lock in his chest.

Yeonjun's hair was black in the video, instantly revealing how old the recording was... he looked different... In a way that suggested exhaustion.

He was sitting in front of the camera, shoulders slightly slumped, dark circles under his eyes as if sleep had been avoiding him for days, maybe weeks. The room behind him was dim, lit only by the laptop's cold glow. It made the hollowness in his eyes even more striking.

Yeonjun inhaled, steadying himself, then spoke.

"Found your shirt in my things today" he began, voice low, brittle "Your scent has washed off"

He blinked, looking down for a moment, jaw tightening.

"It broke me to sniff it and not smell you"

Soobin felt something inside him crumble. He didn't realize his hand was inching toward Yeonjun's until his fingers brushed the alpha's knuckles. Yeonjun squeezed his hand back without looking away from the screen.

The Yeonjun in the video hesitated, swallowing hard.

"I haven't seen you in a month today" he continued, his voice barely above a whisper "It's a month since things last felt right... well, not right, but not as fucked up as now".

There was no anger in him. No resentment. Only grief, quiet, patient grief, the kind someone carries alone.

On the bed, Soobin's grip tightened around Yeonjun’s hand, guilt and tenderness twisting together in his chest.

Video Yeonjun stared into the camera, eyes shining with a sadness so raw it didn't need tears to be understood.

"I miss you, Bin..." His voice cracked just slightly, enough to sound human, fragile "I miss you so much".

Soobin shut his eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the ache that bloomed painfully behind his ribs. His thumb brushed the back of Yeonjun's hand again, slower this time — not seeking comfort, but giving it.

Yeonjun, beside him in the present, didn't speak. He only let Soobin hold him. Let him watch. Let him feel.

The next video began instantly, and Soobin’s breath faltered again.

Yeonjun looked worse this time.

VIDEO 2

His hair was still black, meaning the recording wasn't long after the first, but his exhaustion had deepened. His eyes were red rimmed, his posture tense, like someone trying to hold himself together with shaking hands. He was sitting on the floor of his own room, back pressed to the side of his bed as if he'd simply collapsed there.

"I have just gone through my rut" he said without preamble, staring directly into the camera.

His voice was rough, stripped of its usual confidence.

"I totally lost it, Bin..." He dragged a hand down his face "Yonna came... I almost hit her trying to get her away from me... I just.." His eyes flickered, grief tightening his expression. "I couldn’t stand her touch on my skin".

Soobin felt something cold and sharp twist in his chest. He had known his absence must have been difficult. He had never imagined it was this bad.

Beside him on the bed, Yeonjun shifted barely an inch, as if ashamed, but Soobin immediately reached out, squeezing his thigh gently. A silent I'm here. I'm listening.

Video Yeonjun continued, voice quieter.

"It's been almost two months without you" he murmured, gaze distant, unfocused "And I think I actually went crazy..."

A shaky laugh escaped him, not amused, but hollow.

"I'm getting a tattoo, Binnie".

The laugh softened into a small, melancholy smile.

"I'm getting you on my skin, babe".

He exhaled slowly, as if saying it aloud made it real.

"I miss you".

The screen abruptly went black.

Soobin’s fingers tightened around Yeonjun’s leg. His heart hammered painfully against his ribs. He didn't blink, didn't breathe, waiting instinctively for the next piece of the memory.

The video returned.

A new setting. Bright lights. Clean white walls.

Yeonjun was lying on the tattoo studio's table, shirt lifted just enough for the camera to catch the stretch of skin along his hip. A tattoo artist was working carefully, ink glistening under the steady needle.

The outline was unmistakable:

Soobin’s eyes.

His exact eyes, the ones Yeonjun had memorized long before he ever said "I love you".

Soobin's own eyes blurred instantly, and he pressed a hand over his mouth to steady the trembling. Yeonjun, beside him, reached for his other hand, squeezing tightly. He didn't look away from the screen, but he leaned just slightly into Soobin's shoulder, resting his head on it, giving a kiss above his shirt.

The video cut again.

Now Yeonjun was standing in front of a mirror in the studio, shirt lifted, admiring the finished tattoo. His expression was soft, proud in a quiet, vulnerable way... like someone finally carrying a piece of the person he loved with him.

He ran his fingers lightly over the fresh ink, whispering something too low for the microphone to catch, but the smile on his face said it all.

In the present, Soobin let out a shaky breath and leaned closer to Yeonjun, resting his forehead briefly against the alpha's shoulder. His thumb brushed the back of Yeonjun's hand again, slow, reverent, overwhelmed.

He had always known Yeonjun loved him.

But watching this? Watching what Yeonjun went through alone?

It hit him in a way nothing ever had.

"Jun" He whispered, voice showing how much he was crying.

"I'm not trying to torture you, I swear" The alpha also whispers "There's more, it's gonna make sense".

VIDEO 3

The third video loaded with a soft click, and immediately, the angle was different from the others.

Yeonjun was sitting in the driver's seat of his car, the night pressing in through the windows. The interior light was off, so the only illumination came from a streetlamp outside, casting soft shadows across his face. His hair was still black, still from that same heavy time, but here, he wasn't exhausted.

He was terrified.

"I'm parked outside your house right now" he began, eyes flicking toward the passenger window as if he could see the front door from where he sat.

His voice trembled just a little.

"Your dad said you’re ready to talk..." He hesitated, fingers tightening around the steering wheel before letting go "I'm not sure I am".

He wasn't trying to be dramatic. He was being honest, painfully honest.

"I'm scared, Binnie" The confession came out in a whisper, like a secret he had never meant to record "I've been missing you so much... the last two months have been hell".

On the bed, Soobin's chest tightened. He brought a hand to his own mouth, holding in a sound he didn't trust himself to release.

Video-Yeonjun dropped his head, staring at his hands as he fiddled anxiously with his own fingers. A tell he always had when his nerves overwhelmed him.

"I'm dead scared you're gonna tell me that you never want to see me again".

Soobin blinked fast, but a tear still escaped, sliding down his cheek. Yeonjun, the real one by his side, reached up slowly, brushing the tear away with his thumb. Soobin didn't look at him. He couldn't. His heart hurt too much.

"If you don’t want me as a man..." Yeonjun's voice cracked sharply, though he tried to swallow it back "I just hope you’ll let me stay as a friend".

He lifted his head, looking into the camera with eyes that were red, shiny, and desperate.

"I hope I can tell you how much I love you".

Soobin covered Yeonjun's hand with his own, squeezing tightly. He didn't speak, but the pressure of his fingers was an answer, I love you.

Video-Yeonjun exhaled shakily, breath fogging the window beside him.

"I'm also mad as hell that you shut me out for two months" he admitted, a small, frustrated laugh leaving him "Not gonna lie..."

He looked away, collecting himself.

"But in the end" he said, voice softening, melting, breaking all over again "I just want to hold you, Soobin".

The video paused on the image of him staring out the window, hopeful, terrified, completely in love.

In the present, Soobin leaned into Yeonjun's side, resting his temple on the alpha's shoulder, fingers tangled tightly with his. The ache in his chest had shifted, no longer guilt, no longer pain... but a deep, overwhelming tenderness.

Watching this, he finally understood the weight of those months. And the depth of what Yeonjun had felt for him, even then.

VIDEO 4

The next video began with softer lighting than the others, a warm glow from a desk lamp, the familiar background of Yeonjun's bedroom. And the moment the image sharpened, Soobin’s heart skipped.

Yeonjun was blonde in this one. That alone told Soobin exactly when this had been recorded.

His clothes confirmed it: the neat shirt, the jacket Soobin remembered perfectly, the one Yeonjun had worn on their first date. 

"I'm ready to pick you up for our date" Yeonjun said into the camera, smiling in that bright, boyish way that had always made Soobin’s chest warm.

He looked nervous, in the best way. Too smiley, too fidgety, too soft around the edges.

"It still feels unreal"

Soobin's lips parted just a little, his breath catching.

His hand slowly drifted to his chest, fingertips brushing the necklace resting against his skin, the one he wore every day, the one Yeonjun had given him that night.

On the screen, video Yeonjun lifted something toward the camera.

"Bought your favorite flower..." A bouquet of white roses, of course "... and a necklace I wanna give you".

He let the pendant fall into his palm, metal catching the light. The exact same necklace Soobin was touching now.

Beside him in the present, Yeonjun shifted as if embarrassed, but Soobin immediately slid his hand toward him and gripped his knee lightly, grounding him, reassuring him, letting him know this was a good memory.

Video-Yeonjun exhaled deeply, nerves and hope tangled together.

"God, I hope I can get this date right, Binnie. You deserve it".

His voice softened, the smile on his face turning tender, nervous, so full of affection it almost hurt to witness.

In the present, Soobin blinked hard, emotion rising quickly. He tilted slightly toward Yeonjun, leaning his shoulder against the alpha's arm. His free hand moved without thought, curling gently around Yeonjun's forearm, a quiet, instinctive gesture of love.

Video-Yeonjun straightened himself, taking in one last breath.

"Anyway" he said, smiling again "I'm coming" A beat, soft and sincere "I love you".

The video ended there, fading slowly to black, but the warmth in the room didn't fade with it.

Soobin's hand remained on his necklace, thumb brushing the pendant, a small, trembling smile appearing on his lips.

Yeonjun looked at him, worried.

But all Soobin did was bring his other hand to Yeonjun's cheek, touch feather light.

His eyes were glossy, but not with pain, with something deeper, richer, overflowing.

Love.

So much love it was nearly overwhelming.

VIDEO 5

The fifth video opened with a softer kind of quiet.

Yeonjun was sitting on his bed, back resting against the headboard, his hair still blonde, but grown out enough to show that some time had passed since their first date. The room around him was dim, lit only by the lamp on his nightstand. He looked calmer in this one, almost peaceful compared to the earlier recordings.

"I haven't shown here in a while" he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It took Soobin a second to realize he meant: I haven't recorded anything in some time.

"We've been fine, Bin... if you're ever wondering".

His smile widened — warm, genuine, the kind that softened all his features.

"We've been great".

For Soobin, watching from the bed in the present, warmth bloomed behind his ribs. Without noticing, he leaned closer to Yeonjun, thigh pressing lightly against the alpha's.

Video-Yeonjun continued, voice gentle.

"You let me see you completely. And touch you..." He paused, eyes softening with a respect that could be felt through the screen. "I know how hard that was for you, babe".

Soobin sucked in a quiet breath.

His hand moved, instinctively, automatically, sliding over Yeonjun's forearm, fingers curling around his wrist, holding on like the past and present were folding together.

On the screen, Yeonjun looked straight into the camera, gaze steady, sincere.

"I'm so thankful that it's me you trust enough for it".

Soobin's eyes burned suddenly, emotion rising too fast to stop. He lowered his gaze, but his grip on Yeonjun's wrist tightened, thumb brushing slowly against his skin, a silent I still do. I always do.

Video-Yeonjun exhaled and let his head fall lightly back against the headboard.

"We... me and you... we've been good, love" His voice softened, almost reverent "And I'm gonna make sure it stays like this".

The screen paused on his gentle smile.

In the present, Soobin let go of Yeonjun's wrist only to slide his hand into the alpha's, intertwining their fingers tightly. He leaned his head against Yeonjun's shoulder, eyes slightly damp, breathing slow.

Not because the video hurt.

But because it reminded him... vividly, tenderly... of what they had built.

Of everything Yeonjun had felt, and everything he still felt now.

Of how deeply loved he had always been, even long before he was ready to accept it.

VIDEO 6

The sixth video began with a shaky, grainy frame — the kind that came from recording on the floor.

Yeonjun was sitting against the tiled wall of a bathroom.

Not just any bathroom.

Soobin recognized it instantly.

His bathroom. His room.

"Hi" Yeonjun whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Soobin's chest tightened at the sound.

"Gotta whisper... cause you're sleeping in the room" he said, glancing briefly toward the closed door behind him "We had our first fight today, Bin".

In the present, Soobin's eyes widened a little. His shoulders drew in. Shame warmed the back of his neck... he knew exactly which fight that had been.

"And well..." Yeonjun's lips twitched into a small, almost embarrassed smile "We made it up, I'll give you that".

Soobin flushed instantly, lowering his gaze. His fingers curled into the blanket covering his lap, and his thighs pressed together a little, memories flickering too vividly in his mind.

Yeonjun naked on top of him. His fingers inside the omega, his dick on his mouth...

On the screen, Yeonjun exhaled as if dragging honesty out of himself:

"But I still need to take some things off my chest" His eyes softened. Hurt, but gentle "I don't understand how you can think I'd ever want anyone else... I wish you would see yourself the way I do".

Soobin inhaled sharply.

His present day self leaned forward without realizing it, hands hovering as if wanting to touch the younger Yeonjun trapped behind the screen. His throat bobbed, guilt rising like a tide he couldn't push back.

"And just so you know, Bin..." Yeonjun licked his lips, voice steadying "Yeah, I was hurt by what you said. How could I not?" A pause "But never, not even for a second, did I think about leaving. You should know that... I love you so much, Soobin".

Soobin's eyes stung.

He brought a hand to his mouth, covering it as emotion shook through him — regret, love, disbelief at how steadfast Yeonjun had always been.

Soobin's breath hitched.

On instinct, his other hand found Yeonjun's thigh beside him on the bed, gripping tightly, grounding himself in the now so the ache in the then didn't swallow him.

"I'll take all the fights" video-Yeonjun whispered "I’ll always stay.. I’ll always be yours"

The screen froze on Yeonjun’s tired eyes and quiet devotion.

In the present, Soobin leaned sideways until his forehead touched Yeonjun's upper arm. His breath was shaky, barely held together. His fingers curled into the alpha's leg, clutching, as if silently asking for forgiveness the past Yeonjun didn't even know he needed.

He didn't speak.

He didn't need to.

His body said everything:

I'm sorry. You stayed for me. You loved me even then.

And I still want you... only you, always.

VIDEO 7

The seventh video opened almost too perfectly aligned with the present moment... Yeonjun sitting on the exact same hotel bed they were sitting on now.

Same headboard.

Same soft lighting.

Same nervous air.

Soobin felt the breath catch in his throat.

On the screen, Yeonjun shifted, glancing toward the bathroom door behind the camera.

"You're taking a shower" he began, voice soft with that familiar mixture of affection and nerves "I'm really nervous for tonight, though I won't tell you that... well, I guess you'll see it now".

He laughed a little, small, self-deprecating, incredibly endearing.

In the present, Soobin's lips trembled in a shy, overwhelmed smile. He clutched the edge of the blanket over their laps, heart pounding.

"I hope you like all of this" video Yeonjun continued "I want you to never doubt how I feel, Soobin".

The real Soobin turned his head slightly toward Yeonjun beside him, eyes softening with a mixture of disbelief and tenderness, as if seeing the alpha anew with every passing second.

"Cause you are everything, love... I love you so much, Bin".

Soobin's fingers moved on instinct.

They slid across the blanket and curled around Yeonjun's wrist, holding him gently, grounding himself through touch.

On the screen, Yeonjun's eyes softened.

"I hope you can see all of these videos and see what I do... how we made it, from the pain to happiness… how we've grown".

Soobin inhaled shakily. His thumb brushed circles over Yeonjun's skin without him noticing, like his body was reacting before his mind could catch up.

"Soobin" video Yeonjun said, leaning in slightly toward the camera "These videos show us. Our history".

The weight of that sentence hit Soobin like a wave. His chest rose unevenly. His eyes glistened.

"When I started recording, it was just for me, even though I was talking to you" A tiny smile "And now... now you're gonna see it".

Present Soobin swallowed hard, breath trembling as he squeezed Yeonjun's wrist. The alpha looked down at the touch, then back to the screen, overwhelmed himself.

"You trusted me" video-Yeonjun whispered, voice warm with reverence"So much... With so many things".

Soobin blinked, and a tear escaped, sliding down his cheek before he could catch it, back at crying. He leaned a little closer to Yeonjun, shoulder pressing gently against the alpha's arm.

"This is me letting you see a piece of my journal, baby... I'm letting you see me. As I am."

Soobin's fingers tightened around Yeonjuns wrist, not desperate, but full of emotion, gratitude, love.

"I hope this can show you how I feel" video Yeonjun said quietly "How much I feel".

Soobin felt his breath tremble, chest swelling, throat tightening painfully.

"I love you, Bin" A pause "Happy birthday".

The screen faded to black.

In the present, Soobin didn't move at first. His hand was still wrapped around Yeonjun's wrist, his body leaning subtly into the alpha's side. His eyes were wet, but shining, not with sadness, but with awe.

And when he finally exhaled, long and trembling, it sounded like his entire heart was in that breath

Yeonjun opened his mouth, maybe to ask if he was okay, but Soobin moved first.

He turned toward the alpha fully, eyes still shimmering, cheeks flushed with emotion. Both his hands came up, trembling slightly, and he cupped Yeonjun's jaw as if it was something precious, something fragile.

"Yeonjun..." he whispered, voice cracking.

The alpha froze, breath catching "Yeah?".

Soobin blinked, and another tear slipped free.

"I love you" he said, not rushed, not dramatic, but deeply, painfully sincere "I love you so much I don't know what to do with it sometimes".

Yeonjun's lips parted in surprise, eyes widening "Bin..."

"You kept all of that" Soobin continued softly, thumbs brushing the skin beneath Yeonjun's eyes "All those videos... all those moments. You carried everything even when I shut you out. You loved me through every version of me" His voice shook "Thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me".

Yeonjun exhaled like the words physically hit him. His hands rose slowly, hesitantly, settling on Soobin's waist as if grounding himself.

"Soobin" he murmured, voice thick "I'd never give up on you. Not then, not now. I love you... God, I love you so much".

Soobin closed the small space between them, their foreheads pressing together, breaths mixing. Not a kiss, just closeness, devotion, the kind that feels stronger than anything physical.

"Watching those videos..." Soobin whispered, eyes closing "It felt like seeing everything you felt when I wasn't there. Everything I didn't know. I didn't realize how much you were hurting. How much you held on" His breath trembled "I'm so grateful for you".

Yeonjun's hands tightened at his waist "I did it because you're worth it. Because you're my person, Bin".

Soobin let out a soft, broken laugh, the kind someone gives when they're overwhelmed in the best way.

"I don't deserve you".

"Yes, you do" Yeonjun said instantly, firmly, pulling him a little closer "You deserve everything".

Soobin's eyes opened slowly, glistening but brighter now, warmth softening his entire expression "Thank you, Junie. For all of this. For every second".

Yeonjun smiled, small, emotional, beautiful. He reached forward, brushing a strand of hair from Soobin's cheek, fingers lingering gently on his skin.

"I'm just glad you saw it" he whispered.

They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing the same air. Hearts quietly syncing with one another.

Then Yeonjun pulled back slightly, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips, nervous in that unmistakable way he got when he planned something big.

"There's..." he cleared his throat, lowering his gaze for a second before meeting Soobin's eyes again "There's one more thing I want to give you".

Soobin blinked, surprised, brows lifting "More?"

Yeonjun nodded, squeezing his waist once, thumb rubbing gentle circles.

"Yeah" he said quietly, affection thick in his voice "One last birthday gift".

Yeonjun hesitated for a second, just long enough for Soobin to notice the way his fingers trembled, and then he reached toward the nightstand beside the bed. Soobin watched, confused, as the alpha pulled open the small drawer. 

When Yeonjun turned back, he was holding a small velvet box. Soft black. Simple. Terrifying.

And Soobin’s breath caught.

Yeonjun didn't speak right away. He swallowed hard, eyes glistening, and sat a little straighter, turning the box in his hands as if he needed a moment to gather courage.

"Junie...?" Soobin whispered.

Yeonjun finally met his eyes, and Soobin could see everything there. Love. Fear. Devotion. The certainty of someone who had already made up his mind long before tonight.

"It's nothing crazy" Yeonjun said softly, almost shy, thumb brushing over the velvet lid "But it's... important".

He opened the box.

Two silver rings rested inside, identical in shape, an infinity symbol wrapped into a band, subtle and elegant, the metal catching the light of the candles around the room.

Commitment rings... it might be nothing next to everything by now. But no, they know what commitment rings mean on their world.

The truth is you only give commitment rings to an omega when you're sure you want to mate them. It's not like... a thing that comes with dating. No, commitment rings meant: You're the one for me. And if you want to... can I bite you and make it official?

Soobin's lips parted, a breath escaping him like he'd been punched gently in the chest.

"Junie..." he whispered, voice already breaking.

"They're commitment rings" Yeonjun said, voice shaking openly now "I know we're young. I know we're still figuring things out. But I've been thinking about this for months, and I... I want you to know I'm not going anywhere" He blinked rapidly, a tear slipping free "You're it for me, Bin. You have always been it".

Soobin's eyes overflowed instantly, tears running down his cheeks without resistance.

Yeonjun continued, even though his own voice was falling apart "I don't want you to ever doubt what we are. What I feel. I want something that stays with us. Something you can look at and remember that you're mine and I'm yours" His voice cracked on the last word "If you want that too".

Soobin didn't answer at first.

He threw his arms around Yeonjun's neck and held him, body shaking with silent sobs, burying his face in the alpha's shoulder. Yeonjun brought a hand to the back of his head, holding him just as tightly, his own tears slipping down his cheeks and into Soobin's hair.

"I want it" Soobin finally choked against his neck "Of course I want it. God, Yeonjun, I want you. I want us".

Yeonjun exhaled a broken, relieved laugh, pulling back just enough to see his face.

"Yeah?" he whispered.

Soobin nodded, wiping at his cheeks with his sleeve, still crying "Yeah".

Yeonjun took one of the rings from the box with trembling fingers.

"Give me your hand" he murmured.

Soobin held it out, unsteady, shaking, but sure.

Yeonjun slid the ring onto his finger slowly, carefully, like a promise he wanted to get exactly right.

When it settled into place, Soobin stared at it, silver gleaming against his skin, infinite, permanent, and he let out a sob he didn't even try to hide.

"My turn" he whispered, reaching for the second ring.

He took Yeonjun's hand gently, almost reverently. His fingers traced the knuckles before he guided the ring onto the alpha's finger, pushing it into place.

Yeonjun looked down at the ring, then at Soobin, eyes shining, lips trembling at the edges.

"We match" Yeonjun said with a watery laugh.

Soobin smiled, wide and helpless and overflowing with love "We do".

Then Yeonjun cupped his face with both hands and pressed their foreheads together, tears slipping down both of their cheeks as they breathed each other in.

A moment that felt like forever. A promise without needing any more words.

Two rings.
Two hearts.
One future.

Soobin leaned in, his lips meeting the alpha in a gentle kiss.

A kiss that wasn't meant to be anything more than a thank you. But the moment their mouths touched, something warm bloomed between them.

Yeonjun exhaled shakily, his hands sliding from Soobin's face to cradle the sides of his neck. Soobin kissed him again, a little deeper this time, letting himself sink into the feeling, the comfort, the certainty that had settled between them.

Their lips moved together slowly, gently, like they were memorizing each other all over again.

Soobin's hand slid to Yeonjun's jaw, thumb stroking the skin beneath his ear as he tilted his head, letting the kiss grow warmer. Yeonjun responded instantly, one hand sliding down Soobin's back, tracing the curve of his spine through his shirt.

The kiss deepened in a natural, unhurried way, still soft, still tender, but heavier now, full of emotion they hadn't put into words.

Soobin parted his lips on a quiet breath, and Yeonjun moved closer without thinking, pulling him in by the waist. The omega let out a small sound, something between a sigh and a gasp, and pressed closer, his fingers curling into the fabric of Yeonjun's shirt.

"You're gonna kill me" Yeonjun whispered against his mouth, breath warm, voice low but affectionate.

Soobin only smiled, brushing another kiss to his lips "You started it".

"Not denying it" Yeonjun murmured, kissing him again, slower this time, but deeper, his hands settling on Soobin's hips.

And then, with a firm tug, he pulled the omega fully into his lap.

Soobin went willingly, knees bracketing Yeonjun's thighs, arms looping around the alpha's shoulders. The new closeness made both their breaths catch, and their kiss shifted again, still loving, still controlled, but carrying a heat that hadn't been there moments before.

Yeonjun's hands slid up his sides, then down again, exploring the familiar shape of him through his clothes. His hands went down and down until they settled on the omega's ass, gripping it and pulling Soobin even closer on his lap.

The omega hums, going easy. His own hands find their way on Yeonjun's hair, tugging on it the way he knows the alpha likes.

Soon the kiss turns wet, desperate. Both of them moaning inside each other's mouths, ragged breaths, a perfect picture of want.

Soobin moves foward on the alpha's lap, causing their dicks to meet under fabric. Yeonjun throws his head back and moans at the feeling, Soobin's scent filling the air. Arousal. He grips his ass again, controling the movements of his hips.

Yeonjun's lips move to Soobin's neck, mouthing it. He licks a big string from the base of his neck to his earlobe, biting down on it lightly, sucking it inside his lips a second later, Soobin's moans getting louder.

"Jun I" He stops to moan once again, fastening the movement of his hips.

"What is it? tell me, I'll give you anything" The alpha bite down on his lower neck, just next to the beggining of his shirt. His voice was as affected as the omega, not trying to hide how much power Soobin had over him.

"I want to" He moans, pulling Yeonjun's hair until the alpha's mouth no longer can touch him. He stares into his eyes, hazy from desire, his lips red from the kissing and biting, Yeonjun is gorgeous "I want to... go all the way".

Yeonjun's eyes widen, his hands grip Soobin harder on the ass, like a reflex.

"You..." He looked out of breath, as if Soobin sentence had broken him, honestly, it probably did "Are you..." 

Yeonjun rested his head on the headboard behind himself, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. When he opens them again, Soobin is looking at him with a sly smile, definetly happy to see the efect one sentence can cause.

"Bin... are you sure?" He asks slowly, completely ignoring the way Soobin was looking at him.

The omega realizes the wheight of the whole thing, stoping smiling to be able to really talk about it "I am" He says confident, showing that there isn't one inch of him that was not ready for that "I really want to Junnie".

Yeonjun leans foward slowly, kissing the corner of his mouth, moving to his cheek, and then to his forehead. He pulls back just enough to look into Soobin's eyes again.

"You'll tell me if you change your mind?" He asks just to be sure, getting a nod from the omega.

"I will" He says, knowing that Yeonjun needed to hear.

The alpha smiles a little "Let me take care of you baby" He says.

Before the omega can even respond to it, Yeonjun is carefully picking him up and turning them around in the bed. Laying Soobin with his back down on it, hovering above him. He puts one leg in between the omega's for support. 

Soobin throws his hand to his direction, asking him to come closer. 

He leans down, catching the omega in another passionate kiss. This time both of them already knowing how the night is gonna end.

Yeonjun pulls away and stares at his eyes before using one of his hands to turn Soobin's head to the side, exposing his neck. He leans in, his breath hitting the skin, he brushes his nose all over the spot, seeing the omega tremble "You're gonna look so pretty with a bite" He whispers.

"Hyung" Soobin whispers holding Yeonjun's head into place, pressing it down on his skin.

Yeonjun smirks at the reaction, putting his tongue out to lick on the omega's scent gland "One day... one day you're gonna walk around with me on your neck" he sucks on the skin, hearing Soobin whimpering and trying to thurst his hips up, looking for friction.

The alpha moves down to kiss the base of the omega's neck, sucking pretty marks all over his skin. Then he traces his lips up, they touch the omega's neck, his chin, all the way to his mouth, catching Soobin on another heated kiss.

Soobin moves his hand to Yeonjun's hair, tugging on it as he kisses back with the same amount of want. He moves his hands to the hem of the alpha's shirt, tugging it up as a silent request for him to take it off.

Yeonjun kneels at the bed, breaking their kiss. He pulls his own shirt out his head, he moves to do the same to Soobin, but freezes before.

"Hyung?" Soobin asks staring at his eyes "Something wrong?" He looks around to try to understand why Yeonjun stopped, but the alpha only smiles at him.

Yeonjun reaches a hand to the fabric on Soobin's torso, rolling it between his fingers "You look so pretty in these clothes..." He whispers. Soobin looked like a prince on that, taking it off was going to be sad.

Soobin laughs small "Hyung, I can bet I look even prettier without them" His tone comes confident, in a way Yeonjun almost never gets to see.

The alpha arches an eyebrow, looking into the omega's eyes.

"Oh, I can assure you... you do" He says reaching for the omega's shirt, getting Soobin's help in pulling it out.

He stares at the omega layied out underneath him, his chest rising with his hard breath, his collarbones and neck filled with red marks from Yeonjun's lips, his lips red from kissing and biting, with some trace left from the wine they drunk. Soobin looked heavenly.

"Jun" The omega whines at Yeonjun's lack of doing, just staring at him like a prey.

Yeonjun smiles and leans in again, taking Soobin on another heated kiss. His tongue enters the omega's mouth, licking every corner inside it, drinking his saliva, getting drunk on his taste.

He breaks away and sees Soobin's cheek and chin wet from their saliva mixed together. He looks into the omega's eyes and leans in to lick it all over, cleaning him from the mess they did together. For most people it would be gross, but not when it was Soobin's.

He holds eye contact as he moves down, kissing the omega's chest. 

He mouths the whole expansion of it, avoiding the omega's nipples, his intention was to get Soobin so desperate, he would be begging for it at the end of their time, screaming Yeonjun's name as he gets thrown over the edge again and again.

"Jun" He moans holding the alpha's head, trying to get him to his nipple, but Yeonjun only smirks against his chest, continuing his teasing all over the skin. Soobin tried to move to get friction on his cock, but Yeonjun had a hand on his hip, pinning him to the bed "Alpha, please".

That causes Yeonjun to stop mouthing him and look up to his eyes.

The alpha's eyes are so dark from desire, it was undeniable how much he wanted this. And that was what brought peace to Soobin.

Yeonjun leans back in, but this time he goes straight for his nipple, kissing it with his mouth closed, just a touch of his lips. It was enough to get Soobin desperate, tugging on his hair harder.

He leans away, bringing his hand to the nipple. He presses two of his fingers flat against it, just to show his touch. Then he uses the same two fingers to grab the nub, rolling it between his fingers.

Soobin moans loudly at that, finally getting touched somewhere. Yeonjun keeps his eyes stuck to Soobin's face as he plays with his nipple on his fingers. 

He then leans down, finally licking the nub, causing Soobin to arch his back from the bed as he lets out the biggest moan yet. Yeonjun was gonna make sure he pulled louder ones of him again and again tonight.

Yeonjun's hand goes to the nother nipple as he sucks the right one into his mouth, causing the omega to moan out loud.

"Jun please" The omega moaned thrusting his hips upward.

Yeonjun takes his mouth off the other's nipple, just rolling it on his fingers as he stares into Soobin's eyes.

"What is it love?"

Soobin looks back at him with eyes hazy, filling with tears "Please touch me".

"I am touching you" Yeonjun says teasing.

"Jun please, I... I need more" He begs.

The alpha decided to taky pity on him. 

Yeonjun brings his hands to the other's pants, taking it off his body, Soobin arching his hips to help him.

He leans down kissing the omega's thighs "Gorgeous" He says on his skin, not being able to hold back the though. He gently bites on it "Perfect" he pulls Soobin's legs up, crossing them aroung his shoulders as he lays with his stomach down in the middle of the omega's legs "So pretty".

Soobin's hands hold his hair again, in a way of asking for more.

Yeonjun looks up at him from between his legs, meeting the omega's wet eyes. The alpha holds eye contact as he leans in closer, licking a long stripe on Soobin's dick hidden by the panties, from it's base to his tip.

Soobin throws his head back, moaning loudly and his hands grip harder on Yeonjun's hair.

That's when Yeonjun realizes something. His eyes widen at the information. Soobin is wearing a thong.

"Fuck" He curses under his breath, feeling a drop of pre cum leaking from his own cock inside his pants. He holds the fabric of the panties between his fingers, feeling it completely soaked "You thought about this?"

He licks a line on the omega's inner thigh, feeling the taste of his slick there. He moans around it as Soobin's taste take over his entire body, the omega's back arching from the bed as Yeonjun sucks on his thigh.

"I... I was hoping we would do something" Soobin confesses moving his hips to try and get Yeonjun where he wants "I didn't know it would be this though". 

Yeonjun sits back to his knees between the omega's legs, staring at his dick hidden on the underwear. His eyes trail Soobin's whole body to his face, his eyes meeting the omega's as Soobin waits for him to do something.

"Turn around for me" He says, giving space for the omega to move.

Soobin lays with his stomach down on the bed, feeling Yeonjun's gaze on him, feeling the weight of the alpha's presence, even without being touched.

He hears a zipper opening and turns his head to get a look at Yeonjun. The alpha has his eyes fixed on Soobin's ass as he takes his pants off, leaving him only in his underwear. There's a wet stain on it, making Soobin's mouth water.

Yeonjun moves then. He lays on top of Soobin, his chest meeting the omega's back. He lines his dick hidden in the underwear with Soobin's hole hidden in the thong. In this position, his mouth is right on the omega's neck again.

The alpha thrust foward once, drawing a moan out of the omega.

He leans in, mouthing Soobin's nape as he keeps thrusting on his ass, feeling his own underwear gettin wetter, be it from Soobin's slick or how much he is leaking pre-cum already, his body beggin to end the torture.

He kisses all the way down the omega's back, having to move for it, stopping his thrusts. 

Yeonjun kneels between Soobin's legs again. His hand move to the thong.

He traces the omega's hole above the fabric, feeling as it twitches under his finger, beggin him to put it in.

"God, I'm gonna have thousands of dreams about this" He whispers low, circling the rim with his fingers, the texture of the fabric completely soaked on his finger "Look how wet you are Bin... is this all for me?".

"You Junnie, all for you, please" The omega moans, pushing his ass up to meet the alpha's finger, trying to get it inside.

Yeonjun moves his finger a little, pushing Soobin's thong to the side, exposing his flutering hole, he traces the shape of it, commiting every single thing to memory. 

"God, I want to fuck you" He whispers as he watches the way the hole clenches aroung nothing.

"Yes, do it, please" Soobin moans.

Yeonjun pulls the omega's hips up, using his strenght to put him into position, on all fours. He pulls the panties off his body, finally getting Soobin completely naked under him. He gets to watch as the omega turns his head on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in that position.

The alpha smirks, leaning in and licking gently around the hole, causing Soobin to let out a loud moan.

He sucks on the rim, making pourposes sounds of sucking, Soobin's slick mixing with his saliva. He pulls away a little. Then he grabs Soobin's ass with both hands, pulling it apart, opening him up even more.

He dives in again, this time, he doesn't waist time to thrust his tongue inside the omega, feeling the spong tissue of Soobin's walls. The way his hole keeps sucking him in, driving him insane. He groans inside him, grabbing his ass with even more strenght.

"Jun, fuck, that's it" Soobin moans, using his position to grind his hips against the alpha's face, trying to get more of his tongue inside, wanting it deeper.

Yeonjun moans inside him again as the omega keeps swaying his hips in a rhythm that showed that Soobin was lost in pleasure. The omega's moans keep getting higher and higher by the second, driving Yeonjun insane. 

"Junnie" The omega sobs "Too.. too much, please" He whines but keeps grinding against his tongue "I'm gonna cum" Soobin says.

That's when Yeonjun stops, using his strenght to turn Soobin around again, settling the omega with his back against the bed "Not yet" He says. His eyes are dark with desire, and they get even more wild as he stares down a sees Soobin's face red from crying in pleasure.

He uses this moment to calm both of them down. He leans in and kisses the omega, deep and filled with want. But not desperate. This time he kisses him slow, trying to calm both of them, taking a moment to breathe.

"You still okay?" He asks the omega, that nods to him before smiling.

"I'm okay" Soobin answers with a big smile, causing the alpha to smile back at him.

Yeonjun kneels on the bed again, bringing Soobin's legs to his waist. He caresses the omega's waist, thighs, stomach, he does everything slow, taking the time to savor it "Can I finger you?" he asks.

Soobin doesn't answer, instead, he opens his legs wider, as an invitation. 

Yeonjun arches an eyebrow watching it before smirking a little.

He moves on the bed again, bringing Soobin's legs to his shoulders as he lays on his stomach in between them.

The alpha brings one finger to the omega's hole, pressing it in as he watches Soobin's face. All he sees is the way the omega's eyes roll in pleasure.

He thrusts his finger all the way inside slowly. Then he takes it all the way off until only his tip is inside him, also slowly. He keeps this rhythm, taking it out and pulling it in slowly. Until Soobin is whining and begging him.

"More Jun, please, please Yeonjun, please" He arches his back from the bed as he repeats pleads over and over.

"Fuck" Yeonjun whispers kissing the inside of his thigh "Look at how well you take me".

Soon one finger turns into two, and two turns into three. The alpha uses the opportunity to use his other hand to grab Soobin's cock.

He strokes his cock slowly, almost torturing as his fingers keep working inside the omega. He wanted Soobin to come before he could even consider fucking him. The he leans in, closing his mouth around the tip of the omega's cock, and that's all it takes for Soobin to shake in pleasure as he comes inside Yeonjun's mouth.

"Jun, Jun, Jun" He keeps repeating like a prayer as he body shakes from his orgasm.

Yeonjun holds him through it, only stopping his fingers and mouth when he hears a whine from sensitivity from the omega.

He takes his fingers off, moving up in the bed until he is hovering above Soobin's face "You're gorgeous" He whispers to the omega, leaning down to kiss his jaw and neck as he gives Soobin time to breathe.

Soobin flips them around, pulling the alpha out of him as he lays Yeonjun down on his back.

He reaches for the alpha's underwear and Yeonjun just lets him take it off, not having the need or want to stop him.

As soon as he does, he closes his hand around Yeonjun's cock, stroking him a few times, enjoying the alpha's reaction, but too turned on to even think about anything that isn't Yeonjun inside him.

"Need you inside me" He whispers on the alpha's mouth.

"How do you wanna do this?" The alpha asks smiling at him, caressing his cheek with his thumb.

"I don't know" Soobin answers honesly "But I want to be able to look at you".

The alpha's smile is so bright it makes Soobin's heart miss a beat.

"On my back?" He asks.

"Yeah, that sounds good" Yeonjun says.

Soobin moves then, back to laying on his back on the bed, Yeonjun settling between his legs.

"Fuck, condoms" Yeonjun says as he positions himself.

"I'm on birth control, don't want them" Soobin says pulling him in by the neck to kiss him "Wanna feel you come inside me" He whispers against his lips.

Yeonjun shivers from the words, his whole body answering to everything the omega does.

He pulls Soobin's legs to his waist, lining his dick to the omega's hole. He leans in, keeping their faces close as he stares into the omega's eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asks once again.

Soobin smiles at him "Always sure with you Junie".

Yeonjun presses him, only his tip slipping inside the omega, making both of them ghasp. Soobin is so warm, so tight, so wet, fuck, it feels perfect, as is he couldn't ever be in a better place. 

He keeps his eyes on the omega, watching every reaction. He sees it perfectly the moment Soobin's eyes water.

"Are you okay?" He whispers to the omega, who smiles back at him, even behind the tears.

"I'm fine... it's good Junnie" He says "How about you?".

Yeonjun laughs a little "me?" He asks mocking "I think I'm in heaven right now".

Soobin smiles at him even wider "You can put more" He says.

Soobin lets his hand rest on the mattress, it doesn't take long for Yeonjun's fingers to intertwine with his. The alpha squeezes his hand and rests his forehead against his. His eyes still open, taking in every reaction.

Slowly, he moves foward, letting more of his dick get inside Soobin. He goes all the way until his groin meet the omega's.

Yeonjun hides his face on Soobin's neck as he hears the omega painting hardly, his breath uneven as he gets used to all of Yeonjun's leght.

"Are you fine Junnie?" Soobin asks after he realizes the alpha has been quiet for quite a while.

Then he feels a kiss on his neck where Yeonjun is hidden, and also feels his skin starting to water. Crying. Yeonjun was crying.

"Jun?" He calls again and the alpha moves his face, letting it settle in front of Soobin's, letting the omega see his tears. Not hiding from how he is feeling "Baby" Soobin whispers, using his free hand to clean the alpha's tears.

"I love you" Yeonjun says "I love you so much" Yeonjun pulls his hips back all the way, slowly, before pushing it in all the way again, in the same speed. He moans, leaning down to kiss Soobin. Meanwhile, the omega can feel every inch of him being filled with Yeonjun's cock, causing him to moan.

"Love you" He answers closing his legs tighter on Yeonjun's back.

Yeonjun keeps moving slowly as he kisses the omega, letting him get used to the feeling.

"More, Jun... more" Soobin moans a while later.

Yeonjun moves their position, settling on his knees between the omega's legs, giving himself more room to move inside him. He holds Soobin's hips and thrusts inside him harder, swaying his hips to touch every corner of Soobin's insides.

And it seems like a good choice as the omega's moans get higher and higher "Yeonjun" He yells as the alpha hits perfeclt his prostate.

"Fuck look at you" Yeonjun moans from above him, moving his hips harder and faster "You look so good like this baby" The omega chokes on a sob as he gets his prostate hit over and over again.

The alpha reaches up to his nipples, pinching them between his fingers. Soobin's back arches from the bed as he moans louder and louder "Yeonjun, oh my god" He moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

His fingers gripping the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turn while. 

Yeonjun keeps thrusting inside him, changing the angle from his hips every once in a while,  but always making sure to hit the exact stop that had Soobin turning jelly on his arms.

"So tight" He says holding the omega's hips, thrusting inside him "Warm and wet" He moans getting lost in his own pleasure "Take me so well" He compliments the omega "Like your hole was made for my cock".

"Junnie, Jun" Soobin moans loudly. He can feel every thurst on his stomach, Yeonjun hitting places so deep inside him he didn't even know it was possible "Yeonjun please" He moans opening his mouth.

And the alpha gets it because soon enough he is putting two fingers inside Soobin's mouth. The omega moans around them and starts sucking on them. He drools around the fingers and lets his eyes roll back when Yeonjun quickens his pace.

"Fuck Soobin" Yeonjun moans as he thrusts deeper and deeper. He holds Soobin's legs and forces them even more up, resting them on his shoulders as this position gives him an even better position to go deeper.

"Oh God" Soobin moans, not even being able to suck on Yeonjun's fingers anymore, body goind pliant under the alpha "Jun... oh.. Jun, I'm gonna cum" He warns as he feels the hot twingle inside his lower belly. 

Yeonjun thrusts a few more times before he wraps his own hands on Soobin's cock, stroking him.

"Look at me" The alpha said "I wanna see your face when you come on my cock for the first time".

Soobin's eyes roll to the back of his head as he comes all over Yeonjun's hands and his own torso, some splatering on his chin and neck "Yeonjun" He moans loudly once as he body shakes.

"Fuck, I'm close Bin... so close" His thrust turn uneven, he seems lost on the feeling.

"Inside me, come inside me" Soobin whispers and that's all it takes.

Yeonjun comes with a loud groan, his come filling Soobin's inside as he keeps thursting to ride his orgasm out "Fuck Soobin" He moans when it's over, droping the omega's legs to get him more comfortable.

He leans in and kisses the omega slowly, putting all his feelings into it.

When they break apart, he brushes a hand on Soobin's bangs, taking them out of his face, staring into his gorgeous eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He asks quietly.

Soobin smiles and that says everything "Like I'm in a dream" He answers "Thank you Jun, that was...".

"A good first time?" He asks in a whisper.

"The perfect one".

Soobin hisses when he feels him move, the feeling of complete fullness he's grown accustomed to suddenly retreating, his rim stretching around what’s left of Yeonjun's dick and then staying agape when he pulls out completely, followed by an absurd gush of cum.

Shuddering, Soobin has to press a hand to his mouth to keep from begging to be filled again, his whole body going into a submissive space once more, wanting to be pliant, good. Filled with cock over and over again. 

Yeonjun sees it in his eyes, smirking at him "Don't worry... I can fill you up any time you want" He says low.

"Now?" Soobin asks opening his legs.

Yeonjun looks down, seeing more and more of his own cum coming out of Soobin's hole. His cock twiches at that.

They get lost somewhere in the way, 'cause when Yeonjun realized, he is coming a second time with Soobin riding him.

Steam still clung lightly to Soobin's skin, a quiet reminder of the shower Yeonjun had insisted on giving him... gentle hands, soft touches, washing him with the same care he used when handling something precious.

Now the room was calm again.

Fresh linens covered the bed, smelling faintly of lavender.

Yeonjun had changed them without letting Soobin lift a finger.

They lay together beneath the blankets, Soobin tucked against Yeonjun's chest, one leg loosely thrown over the alpha's. Yeonjun had an arm around his waist, holding him close, thumb brushing idly over the soft skin just above his hip. Their bodies fit together naturally, comfortably, like there had never been any other way to lie.

Soobin pressed his forehead to Yeonjun's collarbone, breathing him in.

"You didn't have to do all that" he mumbled, voice warm and lazy from the softness of the moment.

"Yes, I did" Yeonjun replied immediately, kissing the top of his head "Someone had to take care of you. And you were... barely walking".

Soobin lifted his head just enough to glare at him, or try to.

"Don't say it like that".

Yeonjun bit back a grin "Like what?"

"You know what" Soobin nudged his chest with a weak push, cheeks warming "You make it sound like..."

"Like I absolutely ruined you?" Yeonjun finished, eyebrows raised in triumph.

"Yeonjun!" Soobin buried his face back against his chest, mortified.

The alpha burst into soft laughter, tightening his arm around him, kissing the shell of his ear.

"I'm kidding" he murmured, voice low and teasing but full of affection "Mostly".

Soobin groaned dramatically, but his hand slid up Yeonjun's chest, fingertips tracing slow shapes on his skin. After a moment, he whispered, quieter, honest "Thank you... For taking care of me. All of it".

Yeonjun's teasing faded into something tender.

He shifted just enough to cup Soobin's face, guiding him to look up "Always, Bin. I mean it. Always".

Soobin's expression softened, eyes warm and full "I love you" he said, simple, certain, almost shy.

Yeonjun's smile was slow and genuine, the kind that softened every line of his face "I love you too" he replied, brushing his thumb across Soobin's cheek "More than I know how to say".

Soobin kissed him, a small, gentle kiss, more affection than heat, then settled back down, head on Yeonjun's chest.

Yeonjun's fingers combed lazily through his hair.

Soobin sighed, completely relaxed.

"Hey" Yeonjun murmured after a moment, amusement returning to his voice "You know what I realized?"

"What?" Soobin asked sleepily.

"You're definitely gonna make fun of me tomorrow for being this soft".

Soobin smiled against his skin "No" he whispered "I like you like this".

Yeonjun kissed his forehead again, whispering "Good. Because I'm not planning on stopping".

And Soobin, warm and safe in his arms, felt it...

this was home.