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Summary: San goes into heat while he and Mingi are at work, and Mingi tries his best.
Tags/Warnings: A/B/O, Grocery Store AU, Slight Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff
A/N: This was a very self-indulgent fic and I'm kind of proud of it. If I had put it off any longer I would've convinced myself to not post it so here it goes. I won’t be tagging anyone in this one because I know some people don’t like this topic and I need to update my tag system ;-; As always, please let me know if I forgot to tag something.
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San sighed, watching as each open check stands line grew longer and longer. He was bagging as quickly as he could, his signature customer service smile plastered on his face as he greeted each customer. Something just felt off, and he really couldn’t place it. He figured maybe it was just another off day at work. It was getting pretty busy, and it wasn’t even noon. He scratched lightly at the scent blocker patch as he wondered whether or not there was a holiday or some event coming up.
“San? Did you hear me?” Seonghwa, the checker, raised a brow at him. “Can you go grab a bag of ice for the nice customer, please?”
San nodded, color creeping into his cheeks. “Yes, of course! Sorry…”
He ran to grab the ice, humming softly at the contrast of cold against his skin. It finally clicked as he carried the ice back to the check stand. He nearly ran back, smiling politely as he bagged the ice and placed it in the customer’s cart. Once Seonghwa was finished ringing him up, San hurriedly told him, “Hyung, I gotta go. I’ll be in the breakroom; you gotta call Mingi-”
“San, no, it’s not time for your break yet and it’s crazy busy-”
“Hyung tell him it’s an 8413 and tell him to hurry.”
Seonghwa’s eyes widened, and he nodded, jerking his head in the direction of the breakroom. “Go.”
San whispered a quick “thank you” as he nearly ran to the back and into the breakroom. As he sat down, he heard Seonghwa call over the intercom, “Mingi, 8413 in the breakroom. Mingi, 8413, breakroom.” San took deep breaths, mentally cursing himself for leaving his water bottle up at the check stand. He tried to focus on his breathing, he really did, but all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. After what seemed like half an hour (but was really no more than 5 minutes), he heard Mingi’s deep soothing voice in his ear.
“Sannie, let me take you home. Seonghwa called Joong to clock you out, but we gotta go now baby. Can you stand up? Or is that too much?”
San shook his head and stood from the chair slowly, checking the chair to make sure nothing was left behind before grabbing Mingi’s arm and letting him lead him through the store and out to their car. If they were getting weird looks, San wasn’t focused enough to notice anyway. He let Mingi guide him into the car and buckle him in, closing his eyes and resting his head back.
“Your heat wasn’t due for another 2 days, I wonder what triggered it to start early….” Mingi mumbled, kicking the AC on full blast. “No worries, we’ll get you home and get you comfortable okay?”
San only nodded, head growing fuzzier by the second. He was quiet throughout the drive home. Mingi almost thought he was asleep until he heard a soft groan.
“Just hold on baby, we’re almost home. Just a few more minutes.”
Everything was beginning to be too much for San. His work uniform suddenly felt too rough, the seat belt too tight. There was too much touching him, all except for the one touch he really craved. His mind was clouded, and he could just barely register the car stopping. Then his alpha was finally touching him, lifting him from the vehicle and placing soft kisses on his head, but it wasn’t enough. He was in a losing battle against his omega—between succumbing to the fuzziness in his head and keeping his grip on reality. Subconsciously, he nosed roughly at the patch covering Mingi’s scent glands, and for a moment, the alpha didn’t know what he was getting at.
“Sannie, no, you can’t take that off baby.”
“Alpha, you’ll take care of me won’t you?”
Mingi bit his lip, wondering how to answer. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to stay with his omega and take care of him through his heat, pressing him down into the mattress and fucking him full of his pups. But Mingi had recently been promoted to assistant manager of his department, and how would it look if he left in the middle of his shift and didn’t return? Not just to his coworkers but to his higher-ups as well. Would they think him irresponsible and unfit to hold the position, demoting him back to just a clerk? Was it fair? Of course not, but the boost in his pay will help them save up to provide for the family they want to start.
How was Mingi supposed to tell his barely-lucid omega that he was leaving him during his heat to go back to work?
“Mingi?”
“You’ll be taken care of, my sweet omega, I promise.”
Mingi carried him inside and straight to the nesting room, which San had been filling up in the last few days. He laid him gently in the middle of Mingi’s stolen possessions and watched him bury his face into one of his sweaters, desperate for his scent. The alpha left the room and quickly returned with an ice-cold water jug specifically for this occasion and towels.
“Baby, can you roll over for me so I can lay this out?” Mingi asked sweetly, setting the jug down on the bedside table. San nodded and rolled onto his side, further surrounding himself in the alpha’s scent and getting lost in it.
Mingi laid down three towels, knowing full well they’d probably be soaked through by the time he came back home anyway. He then set about removing the omega’s slick-soaked uniform carefully and setting them aside to be washed. Now fully naked, the omega looked up at his alpha through half-lidded eyes, clouded by lust as he waited for the alpha to come closer, but he never did. He whined in that tone that usually had Mingi rushing to please him, but nothing happened. Maybe, he wondered in his haze because he couldn’t smell it on him. If he could just get the patch off, his alpha would know just how much he needed him…
Mingi slapped a hand over his nose and mouth, eyes full of nothing but guilt as San only whined louder. He watched him turn onto his stomach and present his slicked-up entrance to the alpha, face resting on the pillow and watching him, waiting.
“I’m sorry baby….”
San lifted his head, eyes going wide.
“I’ve left your toys and the lube in the top drawer—”
“Alpha…”
“—and there’s some painkillers and your heat suppressants in there—”
“Alpha!”
“—but you know you can only take one or the other, not both, okay? I’ll be back as soon as my shift is over—”
“Mingi!” San was crying now, crawling to the edge of the bed but not trusting himself to stand. His omega felt as if he were being rejected by its alpha. How could he leave when his omega needed him most? What had he done to deserve coming second to his job? He reached out in an attempt to grab Mingi, but the alpha stepped back, out of his reach. San could practically feel his omega’s heart break.
The tiniest of voices in the back of San’s mind reasoned that he couldn’t just leave his work behind, that that’s not how the real world works. But that voice was drowned out in his heat-clouded mind as sobs bubbled from deep down.
Mingi wanted to comfort him so badly, it physically pained him to stand his ground. He wondered if removing his own scent blocker to release calming pheromones would help the omega or only hurt him more. But he knew that if he wasn’t going to help the omega, standing and watching him cry would solve nothing either. So with one final whispered, “I’m sorry,” he left the room and their home. He fought his own wolf, every instinct telling him to go back and care for their omega. But he started the car and went back to work, knowing he’d have a lot to make up for when he came home again. He hoped that San could forgive him.
San was a wreck. When Mingi left the room, his sobs had only grown louder, drowning out the sound of the car starting and leaving the driveway. His wolf had never felt rejection like this, not during a heat. All he could think about was how Mingi stepped away when he reached for him. Was he disgusted by him? Did he just not want him anymore?
After what felt like hours, the heartbreak and the exhaustion from crying, coupled with the pain he felt in his core from not being filled with a knot, made him curl up, falling into a deep sleep.
—
Mingi couldn’t even focus. He was clearly distracted as he stacked apples on its stand; all of his coworkers could tell something was off when he came back. Working the rest of his shift felt like actual hell, dragging on without end. Honestly, he’d only had about three hours left in his shift when he came back to work, but it felt like a full 8 hours when all he could think about was how his omega was doing and how he could make it up to him. He decided he’d pick up some of his favorite foods on the way home, maybe even a few desserts.
A sense of calm washed over him in the midst of his thinking, and he was snapped out of his train of thought. Looking up, he noticed one of his coworkers—a very sweet omega—moving her scent blocker patch to her forearm.
“Chungha-ssi, you’ll get in trouble….”
She just smiled and shook her head gently, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in a comforting gesture.
“All these people here, they won’t know it was me. Besides, you looked really stressed and I just wanted you to calm down a bit. You’re too in your head, I can tell.”
Mingi smiled at her as they both went back to stacking produce, mumbling a soft “thank you.”
—
When his shift had finally ended, he was practically sprinting back to his car. He’d never driven so fast in his life. He did stop to grab the food for San, and he’d gotten flowers, cake, and ice cream from work. He knew he’d have to do some damage control back at home and hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. He just hoped San would forgive him.
He parked in the driveway, quickly gathered all of the bags and flowers, and brought them inside. Immediately upon stepping through the threshold, the house smelled sour like rotten mangoes, and his heart sank. He dropped everything onto the kitchen counter and made his way to the room he’d left San in, his heart breaking at the sight of him curled up, face red with tear tracks staining his cheeks, body covered in sweat and dried-up slick.
He walked to the bed and sat beside the sleeping omega, gently rubbing a hand over his shoulder before waking him.
“Sannie? Wake up, baby, I brought you some food. You need to eat….”
San’s eyes cracked open, adjusting until he could make out Mingi’s face. Mingi expected the omega to be excited now that he was home or maybe to scream at him. What he hadn’t expected was for the omega to stare up at him with watery eyes, lip trembling.
“Baby what’s wrong? No more crying, okay? I’m here now..”
“Do you not want me anymore?”
Mingi certainly hadn’t expected that.
“What?”
San pushed himself up, putting a bit of distance between them. He looked around him, everywhere but at Mingi.
“You left me. You wouldn’t even touch me and… you had this pitying look in your eyes.”
San wiped away the fresh tears falling from his eyes, further curling in on himself.
“Baby I just had to go—”
“And you smell like another omega. You left me to go help another omega?”
San could barely keep himself together as he finally looked up at Mingi. Mingi’s heart broke, eyes wide as he wondered where he could’ve gotten that idea.
“San, no, no of course I didn’t! Come here! Can I hold you, please?”
The omega hesitated before nodding, crawling into the alpha’s lap. Mingi wrapped him tight in his arms, rubbing his cheek into the top of his hair, feeling the omega scent him heavily, still sobbing into his shoulder.
“Oh, baby… one of our coworkers just hugged me earlier. I was so worried about you today, everyone could smell it off me from a mile away. She was just worried. I’m sorry, I should have showered as soon as I got back, I wasn’t thinking about anything but you.”
Mingi’s hand gently guided San away from his shoulder, using his thumb to wipe away what few tears he could.
“My poor baby… I am so sorry for leaving you all alone. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise. For now, how about we get you all cleaned up and fed, hmm? I got food from that Chinese food place that you like and I got you some sweets.”
Gradually, as Mingi spoke softly, San’s tears slowed, and he leaned into his touch more and more. He nodded, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck. Mingi chuckled and wrapped his arms around the omega’s waist in turn, knowing that he wanted to be carried.
“My poor baby, you must be so tired,” Mingi cooed, standing them both up from the bed. “But you don’t have to worry about anything now that I’m home. I’ll take care of everything, and I already had tomorrow off anyway. I am all yours, okay?”
San brushed his nose against the crook of his neck before resting his head there, finally relaxing for the first time that day.
Summary: Mingi has been pining for Seonghwa for a very long time :)
Tags/Warnings: Unrequited Feelings, College AU, Mentions of alcohol, Intoxication/Being Drunk, Suggestive Content (Nothing happens, just some things were said)
A/N: It’s only been about 84 years since I’ve written anything but I’ve de-crusted my shell of a brain and we’re getting back into it.
Summary: Mingi has been pining for Seonghwa for a very long time :)
Tags/Warnings: Unrequited Feelings, College AU, Mentions of alcohol, Intoxication/Being Drunk, Suggestive Content (Nothing happens, just some things were said)
A/N: It’s only been about 84 years since I’ve written anything but I’ve de-crusted my shell of a brain and we’re getting back into it.
Summary: Mingi has been pining for Seonghwa for a very long time :)
Tags/Warnings: Unrequited Feelings, College AU, Mentions of alcohol, Intoxication/Being Drunk, Suggestive Content (Nothing happens, just some things were said)
A/N: It’s only been about 84 years since I’ve written anything but I’ve de-crusted my shell of a brain and we’re getting back into it.
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Mingi stared at Seonghwa from across the food court, sighing wistfully and eliciting a groan from Yeosang, who sat next to him.
“Why won’t you just go ask him already? I swear you do this every day and it’s making my lunch taste awful.”
“Because why would I do that?”
“So you can stop irritating the shit out of me. Besides, what have you got to lose?”
“My dignity.”
“Oh boohoo, you barely have any to begin with.”
“Remind me again why the fuck we’re friends?”
“Because I’m the only person willing to put up with your shit for this long. Who else would do it for eight years and counting?”
Mingi huffed and pushed his food away, muttering under his breath, “You’re insane if you think I’m doing that.”
“Sometimes being insane is the way to go. You’ll never know if you don’t try, right?”
Mingi groaned and dropped his head down to the table. He knew Yeosang was right, and he hated it. He had had the biggest crush on Seonghwa for a few years, but he felt as if he could barely look or talk to him without getting shy. He’s made a fool of himself in front of the other plenty of times since they’ve met. He’s sure Seonghwa only sees him as the bumbling fool that he occasionally has classes with and sometimes has to tolerate for the sake of their friend circle.
They have a few mutual friends, forcing them to interact in certain situations. Study groups, hangouts, parties, and even the occasional club meeting. But for some reason, the elder just seemed out of reach to him. There was one night that changed things for Mingi just the slightest bit.
The only time he’d felt close to him was when he’d taken him back to his dorm after a party to make sure he got there safe. The elder and their friends had gotten incredibly drunk and Mingi, one of the few sober people, offered to get him to bed. Seonghwa could barely stand, leaning heavily on Mingi as he almost dragged him to his car. It was a bit of a hassle to get him sat and buckled in, but he eventually succeeded and was soon on the road back to the campus.
“Mingi… has anyone ever told you how— how pretty you are?” Seonghwa slurred as Mingi helped him out, hiccuping every few words.
Mingi knew that these were nothing more than the words of a drunk and that he shouldn’t believe anything the man was saying. Nonetheless, his face burned pink, and he turned away, smiling.
“No, and I’m sure you won’t remember telling me either.” Mingi chuckled.
“I mean it! Really!” He hiccuped again, a pout forming on his lips. “And you’d look even prettier in my bed.”
Mingi choked, head snapping towards the other. He doesn’t mean it, Mingi told himself. He shook his head and continued hauling him towards his dorm. Once they reached the entrance, Mingi carefully felt Seonghwa’s pockets for his wallet, fishing it out and pulling out the key card to get in.
Seonghwa giggled, clumsily reaching across his shirt. “Here? Really?”
“NO!” Mingi’s eyes went wide, holding his arms still. “No, hyung, we’re not doing anything anywhere. I just need to get you inside okay?”
Seonghwa pouted again, deflating against and making himself impossibly heavier. Mingi managed to get him into the elevator, through the hallway, and into his dorm in relative peace. Once the door shut, Mingi guided him straight to the bed and sat him down against the wall.
He immediately moved around the neat room, thinking about what Seonghwa would do if he were sober. He gathered his pajamas, painkillers, and a glass of water.
“Hyung, I’m gonna change your clothes okay?” He spoke slowly, gently as he climbed onto the bed. “Just changing your clothes, nothing else okay? And then we’ll get you comfortable in bed so you can rest.”
Mingi continued to talk mindlessly through everything he did, face aflame at every inch of exposed skin, but remained respectful. Once he was changed, Mingi held the glass carefully to his lips.
“Have some water; it’ll make you feel better. At least it should help a bit….”
Though he was a bit clumsy at first, spilling water around his mouth and down his shirt collar, he had eventually drank enough to satisfy Mingi. Glass set aside, Mingi climbed off the bed and helped Seonghwa lie down slowly so as to not make him feel sick. He pulled the blanket up over him and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Mingi…?”
“Yes hyung?”
“You’re a….” Seonghwa began to doze, fighting to keep his eyes open. “You’re a good guy….”
Mingi smiled and carded a hand through his hair gently. “Get some rest hyung.”
Mingi waited there until Seonghwa fell asleep, hand still in his hair until he stood up. Keeping his footsteps as light as possible, he grabbed a trash can and put an extra bag inside before placing it beside his bed. He set the painkillers beside the glass of water on the dresser, along with his wallet, keycard, and his phone, putting it on the charger.
With one last look at Seonghwa’s sleeping form, Mingi left his room and closed the door behind him, and started on his way home.
That was about a month or so ago now, and though they never brought it up passed that following day—all Mingi told him was that he brought him home and got home comfortable—Mingi couldn’t shake the feeling that the elder’s drunken stammering had some truth or meaning to it. After all, they do say that the truth may come out when one is drunk. So maybe he had a chance?
Considering Yeosang’s words, he sighed and stood up. His friend’s eyes widened, shock evident on his face. He didn’t think Mingi would do it now. Mingi made his way across the food court, heart pounding and his hands sweating as his sight zeroed in on Seonghwa. Seonghwa turned and smiled as he watched Mingi approach.
“Hey Mingi, what’s up?”
“Hyung, could I talk to you for a second please?”
Seonghwa’s smile faltered the tiniest bit, brows furrowing in concern.
“Is everything alright?”
“Y-Yes! No, of course! It’s nothing bad! I just wanted to run something by you real quick. Please?”
Seonghwa’s smile brightened, and he nodded, standing from his seat and following Mingi to an empty hallway off to the side, away from onlookers.
“What’s this about, Mingi?”
Mingi kept his eyes downcast on his fingers, taking a moment to think about what he wanted to say. He really hadn’t thought this far ahead, but it was now or nothing.
“Mingi..?”
“I really like you, hyung; I have for a while now. I know this is a long shot, but I was wondering if I— if maybe you, too— um….”
“Ah, Mingi… I suspected that you had some feelings for me recently… I’m flattered, really, and I appreciate the interest, but….”
Mingi deflated, shaking his head.
“It’s okay. You don’t feel the same way. I get it. I took a chance. It’s okay.”
Mingi lifted his face, a broken little smile on his lips.
“I just hope this won’t make things awkward between us.”
Mingi didn’t even wait for a response before making his way back to the table where Yeosang sat, holding his smile.
“Mingi! How’d it….” Yeosang paused when he saw the first tear fall from Mingi’s eye. “Oh, Mingi…”
Mingi didn’t even bother to respond, grabbing his bag and walking away silently. Yeosang deflated, cleaning up their trash quickly before following after him.
“Mingi wait!” Yeosang called after him, jogging to catch up.
Seonghwa felt horrible; the image of Mingi’s broken sad smile burned into his brain. He swore he saw tears in his eyes.
Yeosang felt terrible but more so guilty. He’d gotten Mingi’s hopes up and practically set him up for failure. And despite all this—despite the hurt he felt for seeing his closest friend in so much pain and seeing him so broken, he couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him. He knew it was cruel, but he didn’t think he could take having his best friend—the love of his life—taken away from him just yet. And he didn’t think he’d ever be ready. He’d help him through any heartbreak he had to, but he would never confess. Never. He refused to be the guy Mingi fell for only in a time of desperation and vulnerability. Yeosang would not be the rebound guy, but he was so desperately in love with his best friend that it hurt. Maybe they could just hurt together.
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