Content: Slight NSFW!! smoking, omegaverse.
Ship: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa / Matz / Seongjoong
Trope: Delinquent x Church Boy
Hongjoong looked at his mother, sleeping on the newly moved-in couch. He sighed, peeling a blanket off of the back of it and laying it over her. He leaned down to press a gentle peck to her forehead, smiling and looking at her sleeping form. She was tired, he was sure of that. A whole day of driving, moving everything with just them two. She was a good person at the heart, despite their past together.
Hongjoong stared at her for a moment longer before running a hand through his hair, dodging boxes and out of place furniture as he traveled down the hallway of the unfamiliar home, entering his bedroom. Inside, his bed was made, and a few outfits hung in the closet. Nothing special yet, but it was comfortable enough to sleep in. He sat on the bed, kicking off his slippers, and pulling his phone off of the charger. His eyebrows raised a bit, lips pursing at the first notification.
‘_starhwa_ followed you.’
He clicked on the profile, lips curling into a smirk as he looked at the profile posts. It was their neighbor from earlier. Seonghwa, he remembered. That cute guy from earlier. God he smelled so good. There was no doubt about that boy, he was an omega. He could tell by the heat that flared in his chest when he first met him, he'd smelled so sweet, overwhelmingly sweet.
He rubbed his lips together, following him back with ease and clicking on the message button.
He stared at the chat open on his screen, eyes practically glued to the screen. He chewed his lip, suddenly feeling the urge to reach out to him. He typed out a simple message.
Staring at it for a beat, Hongjoong sighed, deleting it. The idea of texting Seonghwa felt stupid and unwarranted. Groaning like a dramatic child, he turned off his phone, setting it on the nightstand and flicking off his lamp.
After the weekend had passed, on Sunday night, Hongjoong remembered Seonghwa’s Instagram again. He wasn't sure what triggered it, but he'd been thinking about the omega. He'd been thinking about his pretty hair, and his sickenly sweet scent that he swore he could get drunk off of, or his stupidly designed outfits that left way too much to his imagination for his liking.
He'd seen him in passing over the past two days, doing normal things.
On Saturdays, it'd start with taking out the trash in the early morning. Then he'd go out to the garden and talk to the plants while caring for him. Then he’d sit on the sofa on the porch and read. He seemed to read a lot considering the size of the book he was reading.
On Sundays, he got up early in the morning with his parents. They'd go to church at 10, then return at 12. Then his mother would leave for work at 1. Hongjoong wouldn't see him for the rest of the day.
But… watching him gave him the idea to message him again.
Hongjoong had been laying in bed again that night, phone in hand when he got the urge again. Opening the chat to their empty message history, Hongjoong smirked a bit at the prospect of messaging the omega. It felt so.. perverse. He didn't know why but he felt strangely right about doing it. His hands hovered over the keyboard, typing out a message, and before he could give himself time to think about it, he sent it.
Hongjoong leaned back against the headboard of his bed, one leg bending as he stared at the screen.
Hongjoong: 'Why'd you follow me? Like what you saw or what?’
Seonghwa: ‘Nonono lol just saw ur profile!’
There was a beat of silence between their message history, where neither one of them knew what to say.
Seonghwa: ‘How are you liking the neighborhood so far?’
Hongjoong: ‘Dunno. Just moved in.’
Hongjoong: ‘But I did meet you. That's nice.’
Seonghwa: ‘:)) thanks! It was rlly nice to meet you!’
Hongjoong: ‘Yeah, you too, Seonghwa’
Hongjoong: ‘Oh btw, I saw you walking home earlier?’
Seonghwa: ‘Ohh yeahh I was coming home from school’
Seonghwa: ‘Yep! Everyday’
Hongjoong: ‘I can take you yk’
Hongjoong: ‘I have a car lol'
He did have a car. The type of car that pissed off Christian parents. The type that revved way too loud and smelled like redbull and cigarettes with a stereo system that made your chest thump. A black corvette gifted to him by his grandfather. His baby.
Seonghwa: ‘REALLY omg that'd be great!’
Hongjoong’s smile spread a little wider at his message. He shifted the way he was laying, moving to rest on his side now.
Hongjoong: ‘Sure :) I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?’
Seonghwa: ‘Yeah! That'd be great!’
Hongjoong: ‘Cool. Goodnight then Seonghwa <3’
Seonghwa: ‘Goodnight Hongjoong! <3’
Hongjoong smiled at the string of messages, pulling his blanket over his body and curling up under it, setting his phone back on the charger and putting it down. He reached his arm to flick off the nightstand lamp, before curling back up into the bed again.
He had a strange dream that night.
Hongjoong woke up the next morning, his body slick with cold sweat. He groaned, sitting up and leaning against the headboard with a small thud. His body felt hot and cold at the same time. He groaned, peeling his blanket off of himself. His breath hitched when he looked down, a tent set up in the crotch of his pants.
He groaned, hand dipping below his waistband briefly to adjust himself in his pants.
His hand recoiled from himself instantly, quickly standing to his feet.
After getting ready — which mostly meant touching up the black pencil on his waterline, changing his clothes and fixing his hair — he head downstairs, greeted by his mom having a cup of coffee.
Haerin hummed, handing the boy his satchel. He smiled appreciatively, moving to embrace his mother, cautious of her coffee mug.
“Thanks, eomma.. I love you.”
He pulled away, chuckling as she ruffled his hair with affection in her fingers.
“I love you too. Make lots of friends, okay? No trouble. Have a good day, love.”
She smiled at him, handing him his car keys,
“You're running a bit late aren't you, Hwa?”
Soyeon questioned, pulling Seonghwa to her and brushing off his cardigan. He chuckled a little bit, glancing at himself in the hallway mirror, making sure he looked adequate.
“No, no, I'm getting a ride to school today,”
He hummed, raising a hand to his head to put stray hairs in place. She raised a brow at his statement, pulling away a bit to look at her son.
“From Hongjoong, our new neighbor?”
That visibly gave her discomfort.
She questioned, her grip on his shoulders tightening a bit.
“I know, eomma. I'll be careful, I promise.”
He gave his mother an assuring smile, contrary to her disapproving expression.
“Seonghwa.. I don't like that boy. He's got all that—that makeup and the jewelry and—he's just not good for you, I just—”
“—I know, eomma. Look, I have to go or we're gonna be—”
“—okay, okay.. I love you, Hwa, okay? Be safe, please.”
“Yes, eomma, I know. Love you, see you later, okay?”
Seonghwa sighed, pulling away from Soyeon and finally heading out the door. He spotted the black sports car in the driveway, a pit forming in his stomach. Nerves.
As Seonghwa opened the door to the car, his scent filled the car, and it was intense. So intense Hongjoong almost choked. Breathing it in made his instincts spike, his abdomen growing hot. He breathed out, looking at the omega with a fond smile.
Hongjoong greeted, subtly rolling down his window. Seonghwa smiled back, sitting in the passenger seat and pulling his seatbelt to buckle it.
He greeted back, looking at the other and leaning back in the seat. He looked around the interior, nodding appreciatively. Hongjoong’s scent definitely bothered him as well, stirring arousal in his abdomen that definitely should not be there. Why'd he have to put out such a strong scent?
Hongjoong’s heart fluttered a bit at the compliment and he chuckled, moving to rev the car before shooting down the block. Seonghwa laughed as the wind whipped through his hair, and something about that noise, the way his hair whipped, and the smile on his face felt so.. domestic. It was nice. It only made Hongjoong rev the car harder.
Upon arriving at the school, Hongjoong pulled into the parking lot, parking the car and leaning back in his seat, flicking a lighter until it produced a flame, his free hand digging in his pocket for something else. Seonghwa looked at him, brow raising. His hair was significantly messed up, most of it pushed back from the wind.
“What are you doing? Aren't you coming?”
He questioned, rolling up his window and unbuckling his seatbelt. Hongjoong plucked a cigarette from a small box in his pocket, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He shook his head, tossing the lighter in the cup holder. After taking a puff, he removed the cigarette from his mouth, pinching it between two fingers and looking at Seonghwa.
“Nah. I don't really do school.”
He hummed, and before he could really even process it, his free hand was reaching out to fix Seonghwa’s hair with precision. He stared at him for a beat, recoiling his hand and clearing his throat, gaze averting out the windshield at the other students entering the school. Seonghwa’s heart stuttered at the gesture, and he shifted in the seat. Was Hongjoong just dropping him off?
“So.. what do you do all day?”
He questioned, a bashful blush spreading on his cheeks. Hongjoong simply shrugged after composing himself. His scent was distracting him and making his pants tighter than they should be by now.
“Uh.. dunno. Smoke behind dumpsters, hang out, go get boba.. anything but school.”
Hongjoong spoke, taking another brief puff of his cigarette, running his tongue over his labret briefly to wet his lips. Seonghwa nodded along thoughtfully, looking at the windshield. He could spot the familiar silhouettes of his own little friend group walking into the school. After a moment, his hand reached up, pulling the seatbelt down to buckle himself in again. The action caused Hongjoong to tilt his head slightly, flicking his cigarette out the window to let the spare ash fall out.
Seonghwa looked back towards Hongjoong, his lips pursing a bit. He had literally never skipped school, not even when he was sick. Hongjoong just chuckled a little, putting the cigarette in between his lips.
“Yeah? Aren't you like a.. Jesus.. Holy Spirit.. holy boy? Pretty boy skipping school?”
Hongjoong chuckled, enjoying the flustered expression that grew out of Seonghwa.
“I'm just kidding, Seonghwa-ya, let's see where the road takes us, hm?”
Hongjoong chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to just drive.
Drive wherever the road goes. Spend as much time with him as possible. Breathe in his scent. Swallow his scent.
Fuck what was going on with him.
Eventually, the car pulled into a parking lot next to a park. Complete with rolling hills of grass, dandelions, and big trees giving the car shade. Seonghwa looked out of the window with a gentle smile, enjoying the scenery. Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa with a low hum, puffing out some smoke before nudging the omega with his elbow.
He asked, moving his hand to show Seonghwa the half burnt cigarette. The gentler boy looked down at it, unsure. He was never the type to do any of this. Skip class, smoke, hang out in a teenage boy’s car. Yet.. he felt so inclined to. He nodded with a bashful smile, taking the cigarette. After a beat of consideration, he raised it to his lips, inhaling. Passing it back to Hongjoong, he let the smoke leave his lips with a string of coughs. Hongjoong chuckled, taking the cigarette back and taking a final puff of it before flicking it out the window.
He questioned, rolling up his own window.
“Nothing just.. don't really smoke. Or.. do any of this, really. My parents are super—”
“—Christian? Strict?? Proper???
Seonghwa chuckled lightly, nodding and looking at the alpha.
“Yeah, I've noticed. Yesterday, when we met? Your mom looked like she wanted to baptize me right then and there,”
Hongjoong laughed a little, and Seonghwa caught a glimpse of the barbell in his tongue, sending a spike of curiosity up his spine.
“Ahh.. I'm sorry, you shouldn't be judged like that.”
“Nah, really, it's fine. People do it all the time. Doesn't bother me, honestly. It makes me feel like I'm cool as fuck. So unique that people have to judge me.”
Seonghwa nodded along, chewing the inside of his mouth as he thought about it. Eventually, he hummed, looking down at the middle console idly.
“...I think you’re cool.”
The sentence was quieter than the previous one, conveying the sincerity of it. Hongjoong smiled, looking at the omega, something unfamiliar blooming in his chest.
“Thanks. I think you're cool too.”
He complimented, gesturing vaguely to his clothes. Seonghwa had been dressed in a light blue cardigan with the cute collar of his white undershirt peeking out from under, both paired with beige slacks. Seonghwa looked away, looking out at the scenery again.
The two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the silent company. Seonghwa put his hands into a fist, putting them up to his mouth, blowing gently. Hongjoong seemed to notice, a brow raising.
“Cold? With that big ass sweater?”
Seonghwa chuckled at Hongjoong, shaking his head.
“I'm naturally cold.. can't help it.”
Hongjoong scoffed, nodding and twisting his body to reach in the backseat. Seonghwa glanced at him. Fuck that view. His shirt stretched to accommodate the strain, flattening against his stomach in a way that emphasized muscle and lifted slightly to show midriff. He stared, blinking back to reality when Hongjoong returned to his original sitting position, holding a hoodie. It had David Bowie on the design, and was a black fabric. He handed it to Seonghwa, urging him to put it on. Seonghwa stared at it in his hands for a beat before sliding it over his head, leaving the hood up.
“Anytime. Keep it. Don't really wear it anymore.”
And for once in his life, Seonghwa didn't protest on kindness. He nodded, looking down at the design of it with a pleased expression. It smelled like him. That cigarette, smoky chocolate scent. The one that made him hot and overwhelmed. Yeah. He wanted that.
There was another long beat of silence before Seonghwa sighed, burying his face in his hands.
“I'm sorry this is so awkward..”
He murmured into his palms, the sound muffled. Hongjoong's brows raised in response, head shaking and a hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder.
“No, no, it's not, really.”
He chuckled at his flushed state, and in turn, Seonghwa laughed a bit, peeking through his fingers at Hongjoong.
“Do you.. want to go outside?”
“It's pretty in the mornings.”
“It's pretty all the time.”
“Yes but I'd like to enjoy it here with you now.”
Hongjoong stared at the omega, admiring his state for a moment before nodding. The two exited the car, and after locking it, Hongjoong gestured at the hill they stood on.
“How much won to get you to roll down it?”
Seonghwa seemed to shrug,
Hongjoong snorted at the answer, nodding thoughtfully and jerking his chin towards it.
“Done. Only if you let me push you.”
Seonghwa whined as Hongjoong practically dragged him to the edge of the hill. He lay down in the grass, crossing his arms and looking up at Hongjoong as his hands planted on his side, ready to roll him.
“No, but you're gonna hurt me—!”
Hongjoong pushed, sending Seonghwa rolling down the hill. It was easy to tell he was enjoying it though, as his screams turned into giggles, and calls out for Hongjoong. He laughed, making his way carefully down the hill to eventually meet Seonghwa where he lay, still giggling and trying to catch his breath. His hair had grass blades and dandelion pieces stuck in it, as did some of his sweater. Hongjoong’s sweater. Hongjoong pulled him to sit up, being met with a protesting yelp.
“Aish, Seonghwa-ya, you're all messy now,”
He teased, though despite the tone, Seonghwa didn't miss the way his hand carefully plucked out the grass and the dandelions. When he was done, he looked down at Seonghwa, who smiled up at him in return. Something about that picture perfect moment made Hongjoong’s heart flutter. He turned before he could get more flustered, and moved to sit next to Seonghwa on the grass. Seonghwa got a hint of that scent from him again. The one that's used to attract mates. He sighed, leaning his head back a bit to try and ignore it.
Hongjoong began, bringing Seonghwa back to Earth. He'd prefer that he didn't speak to him right now in pure belief that he was going to explode.
“Your family, are they..”
He made a vague gesture to himself. What exactly was he asking?
Seonghwa raised a brow, looking over at Hongjoong finally.
“Of the like.. hierarchy stuff. Y’know?”
Seonghwa pressed his lips together in a thin line, suddenly more embarrassed than he was before. He looked away, shrugging.
“Not really. My dad is a pastor. Mom does Bible studies. They believe that alphas and omegas are sinful. Betas are fine in their eyes, I think.”
He murmured, cheeks flushing at the strange feeling of the discussion. Hongjoong nodded along, nudging Seonghwa with his elbow.
“They disapprove of you then?”
Seonghwa raised his brows, looking at Hongjoong with a tilted head.
“W-what? What do you mean?”
“Pfft- I'm not stupid, Seonghwa-ya. I can smell you. Besides,”
He raised a finger to his mouth, pulling at the corner of his mouth until his teeth showed. Sharp fangs and canines glistened as he ran his tongue along them for emphasis,
“They'd disapprove of me, too.”
Seonghwa nodded, almost automatically. He cleared his throat as Hongjoong removed his finger, looking at him properly.
“No.. they seem fine with me being.. um..”
“..yeah, that. They just don't like the idea of someone mating with me. Especially, uhm.. male alphas.”
Hongjoong nodded in understanding, moving to sit criss crossed instead of his legs to the side.
“Male alphas. They're homophobic, yeah?”
He questioned, tone light. Almost as if it didn't affect him at all.
“Mhm, yeah. Unfortunately so,”
He chuckled lightheartedly,
“They've been trying to set me up with some girl in my mom’s Bible study group for a while.”
Hongjoong's instincts flared at that prospect. It was a strange flare. He didn't even really know Seonghwa so why did he feel so.. inclined to own him? Definitely the pre-rut.
Hongjoong nodded, looking at the park ahead. There was a family there. A mom, a dad, and two pups. One of the pups pushed the other on the swing, both of them giggling that sweet little kid giggle. The parents sat on a bench, with the mom held by his side, an arm over her shoulder as they watched their pups. Hongjoong enjoyed the domesticity of the scene.
Seonghwa noticed Hongjoong staring at the family, and he looked as well, a fond expression on his face. There was a beat of silence where they just sat, watching the family interact.
“I..I’m not really into girls though.”
Hongjoong looked at his profile, eyes tracing over the slope of his nose, the way his jawline looked, how some of his hair framed his face that made him look like an angel fallen from above, and how he pursed his lips when he was thinking.
“So.. not into girls. You into, uh.. guys, then? Or just people?”
There was another beat of silence before Hongjoong cleared his throat, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans, his throat feeling dry than before. He quickly looked away, avoiding Seonghwa’s face at all cost.
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