Could you write a story where JB is a little bad and villainous. but the only person who is aware of his dark side is the ex boyfriend JB stole Youngjae from.
I’m sorry Anon, this is not what you had in mind. But I couldn’t come up with any story for that scenario, so I wrote a villain Jaebum whom you might also enjoy.
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit!
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„I am not okay with that.“ Youngjae states ascalmly as he can. Jinyoung gives him a look that makes him furious,but he does his best to hide it. It’s not ashamed, not evenapologetic. Maybe pitiful at most. It’s the kind of look that saysexactly the same as the words that tumble out of Jinyoung’s mouth.“I understand why you don’t like it and I’ll show sympathy, butin the end of the day I don’t really care. I’m not askingyou, I am simply telling you the facts. Whatever you say won’t evenchange anything. I am way too caught up in this to listen to youradvice.” Not those words exactly, of course. Jinyoung paddlesaround it, but it’s what he means in the end.
He does mentionthat he’s sorry, but then he follows with all kinds of versions of“It’s my life. I have a right to be happy.” Bla, bla, bla.Youngjae’s had it.
“Go fuckyourself.” He says and Jinyoung’s mouth shuts close. His stunnedexpression follows Youngjae all the way out the door. “I love you,Jinyoung-Hyung, but you’re making a big mistake. I’m not gonna bebutthurt about the fact that you apparently think you’re betterthan me. You’re not in your right mind, so I’ll forget that. Butif you won’t listen to me, there’s no point to this.” Hedisconnectedly waves his hand through the air in an “All of this”gesture.
Then he leaves.
If Youngjae was a cold-hearted person, he wouldfollow up with what he says to Yugyeom one day. “I have no fucks togive.” He means it in that moment, but it doesn’t end up beingtrue. He gives a fuck. That’s why he finds himself here. Literallygiving a fuck.
“Come on,baby.” Jaebum growls and his fingertips dig into the flesh of histhighs, pushing his legs apart. “I knew you couldn’t without me.”He states when Youngjae falls open easily, head stretching back inpleasure. He could. He really could. Jaebum’s length, rock hard andslippery is already nudging at his entrance. He can’t. Not now. Hedoesn’t answer.
“You’re sopretty.” Jaebum praises. “Still so pretty. Always.” His handssmooth over his skin, touching, prodding and Youngjae moans inresponse. It’s good, feels good. Physically. The feeling of shameand guilt long gone. It was hard at first to pretend. But now he’snot pretending anymore. He loves it, no matter how much he toldhimself before that he won’t. He missed it, missed Jaebum, histouch, his voice, his naughty tongue.
And the rock ofhis hips when he thrusts into him unapologetic, skin meeting in aslap and Youngjae’s eyes screw shut and his body catches fire as hespills sound after sound, ears ringing and insides burning withpleasure and want.
He might bepathetic, but Jaebum has no ground to stand on. Because he wanted itjust as much. He needed no convincing, no begging. Just an offer andhe was gone for, so hungry for Youngjae’s body, so greedy. He’san animal, driven by carnal desire he wants Youngjae just as much. Hewants to own him, he knows that, but he won’t.
Youngjae givesin, shuddering around Jaebum’s length as it’s driven deep intohis body, wild and relentless. It’s just Jaebum. And he’s missedit.
He’s loud.Moaning and crying, louder than he ever was. Jaebum loves it, butit’s more than anything reasonable. It’s loud enough to drown outany other sound. On purpose.
I need to geta quick shower before we go. Just let yourself in. It’sthe text Youngjae sent before he led Jaebum to his bedroom. Just tomake sure Jaebum wouldn’t stop pounding him when the doorbellrings. It doesn’t and Youngjae is noisy and unfocused. He can’tfocus on listening for the sound of the door or steps, because he’stoo far gone. It’s a sacrifice he has to bring, if it is one. Itmay not be a sacrifice, he’s more than glad to have a reason to dothis.
To give in toJaebum, to feel him again, to feel his possessiveness. He’s asrough as he’s always been, fast-paced, deep thrusts and it’s beenso long, the longest since Youngjae’s last had it, he’s beenstarving for the burn. So he can’t focus, doesn’t hear it, justmoans and whines and shakes under Jaebum’s body, under his gaze.
There’s a loud‘thump’. Loud enough to drive through the haziness of Youngjae’sbrain and pierce his skull. It’s not the bed ramming into the wallfrom Jaebum’s merciless fucking. Something fell to the ground.Youngjae’s head turns sideways, his blurry vision working hard tofocus, his eyes find the figure in the door. He knows who it is, ofcourse, but he can’t make out his face, can’t read hisexpression. His lips part, he wants to speak, but all that makes itpast them is another cry of pleasure when the blunt head of Jaebum’sperfect cock rams into his prostate and has him see stars.
He sputters,chokes on air and he knows it’s on purpose that Jaebum pushes intoit again and renders him unable to speak. “Jinyoung-ah.” It’sJaebum’s voice cutting through the air. It’s out of breath, butalso out of emotion. “Would you like to join, honey?” His hipsconnect with Youngjae’s bottom and there he stays, buried to thehilt inside him and stops. Youngjae’s desperate wail is as patheticas it is involuntary. He can’t pull out of it, he just can’t.He’s a mess.
Jinyoung doesn’tanswer, at least Youngjae thinks he doesn’t. He stands there,frozen solid on the spot. Jaebum, casually, dismissively has taken onto grinding his hips in small motions. Not enough for anysatisfaction, but too much to bear in his mind of hazed pleasure asYoungjae’s body squirms and tightens around the thick, hard cockimpaling him.
Jaebum doesn’tstop entirely, but he doesn’t really keep going either. It’sfrustrating and torturous and Youngjae feels tears brimming in hiseyes. Then Jinyoung finally wakes up. “STOP!” He yells, voicefurious, even in Youngjae’s muffled ears. Jaebum thrusts once.“Fucking STOP!” Jinyoung screams and Youngjae moans. “You damnfucking whore!” Jinyoung’s voice topples over. “How dare you! Isaid STOP!”
Youngjae isrelieved that Jaebum doesn’t listen and his mind doesn’t grasp inthis moment that Jinyoung is talking to him.He doesn’t care. His mind blanks, his back arches, his knees clingto Jaebum’s sides, his fingers dig into the mattress when Jaebumpicks up the pace he held before. He screams in pleasure as his headstretches back and Jaebum abuses his sweet spot until he can seestars dancing before his eyes and finally his orgasm knocks him out.
It’s mindblowing, but finite. Even in that very moment as he comes andtightens and listens to Jaebum’s growl while filling him up, eventhen he knows. It’s not the same and will never be.
He allows himselfjust a moment to catch his breath. He doesn’t want to risk gettingcomfortable, even though said risk seems small, considering he nolonger feels safe at Jaebum’s side. Only when he sits up herealizes that Jinyoung is gone. “I guess he’ll break up with younow.” He states as cold as he can. Jaebum chuckles. “I thinkhe’ll break up with you.”He gives back dismissively. Youngjae shrugs. “He might.” Ithurts, but he can bear it. “But it’ll have been worth it as longas it ends things with you.” He gets up from the bed and goes tograb some clothes.
Jaebum finallysits up too, piecing him with his dark gaze. “You set this up.”He notes coldly. Youngjae shrugs without looking at him. “Ofcourse.” Jaebum’s scoff is threatening. “Whatever, bitch. Hewas just a rebound toy. I don’t need him as long as you spread yourlegs for me.”
Youngjae pullshis T-Shirt over his head and eventually looks at him. “Are youstupid?” He asks with a frown. “I won’t.” Jaebum’s smirk isdevilishly pitiful. “Of course, babe. It took you all you had toleave me once. You won’t get away a second time.” He falls backinto the sheets with his hands behind his head. “You’re addictedto this.”
It’s true.Youngjae thinks when he pulls the apartment door close behind him andwalks up the stairs. He knows it’s absolutely stupid to leaveJaebum alone in his place, but it’s more important to find Jinyoungnow, before Jaebum has any chance to talk to him. So he finds himselftwo floors above in front of his best friend’s door, knockingsoftly. To his surprise, Jinyoung actually lets him in.
“Whore.” Hespits, arms crossed when they’re awkwardly standing in his livingroom. Youngjae just nods. “You just hadto let me know you’re better than me didn’t you?” He shakes hishead over the accusation. “That’s not why.” Jinyoung glaresdaggers. “Oh right. So then you’re just so hung up on him thatyou can’t let go. Newsflash, bitch. He broke up with you. Hedoesn’t want you anymore!” Angerflares up inside Youngjae’s guts. Not because Jinyoung’s wordsare particularly hurtful, but because he’s being so incrediblystupid and so so blind.
“If he doesn’twant me, why was he balls deep in my ass just 10 minutes ago then?”He strikes back, raising his voice. “What are you trying to hurt mefor?!” Jinyoung yells, untangling his arms and taking a threateningstep forward. “Why can’t you just accept it?! You lost! He’smine now.”
“No, he’sfucking NOT!” Youngjae tugs on his hair in frustration. “He’snot yours and he never fucking will be!” Jinyoung takes anotherstep, reaches his arm out and hits him right in the chest, making himstumble backwards. They stare at each other, Jinyoung’s eyes growwide.
“Jinyoung.”Youngjae starts, quietly now. “I will accept it if you hate me now.I understand. But you’re my friend and I love you. And I couldn’tlet you do this.” The moment of doubt is over. Jinyoung’sshoulders shake as he grimaces. “So you didit on purpose!” Youngjae’s heart sinks. “Yes… I did… Soyou’ll see that he won’t be faithful.” Jinyoung turns aroundand kicks the sofa. “He would be.If my bestfriend didn’t…” “Did what?” Youngjae chimes in. Jinyoungstops but stays turned away.
“Didn’t forcehim? Didn’t make him?” he keeps going. “Sex takes two. Minimum.Jinyoung. I couldn’t have made him if he didn’t want it.”Jinyoung begins shaking his head violently. “No no. You’re hisex. Everybody is vulnerable to their ex. He wouldn’t, if it wasn’tyou, you…” “He would!” Youngjae cuts him off. “He will.Jinyoung, I am not better than you and you’re not better than me,but we’re both better than him. Please believe me. He’s not worthit.”
“He broke upwith you. You’re hurt. Of course you hate him, but he’s not a badperson…” Jinyoung rants, still not looking at him. Youngjaescreams in frustration. “Yes. He is.”
Jinyoung, despiteeverything, values loyalty. Jaebum though, is a sweet-talker.Youngjae and Jinyoung fall out and don’t speak for months. Until,one day Youngjae’s doorbell rings and as he opens it, a cryingJinyoung falls into his arms, sobbing and shaking and between thewailing and sniffing chokes out. “He took everything.”Youngjae holds him tight. “I know.”
Wonderful World of Kpop - 2JAE – Missed Call (A/S)
AU: Jackson has been working on his solo album in China. Youngjae misses Jackson. Jaebum gets really jealous and ends up angry at his boyfriend while the younger waits for a call.
Jaebum realizes how painful sleeping next to Youngjae is, Youngjae doesn’t.
“Hyung?”
“…yes Youngjae?”
Youngjae’s fingertips are tingling, he wants to tug on Jaebum’s shirt, but it’s not there, the older boy is only wearing his underwear, and it feels like he shouldn’t hold onto his bare skin. Youngjae really doesn’t know where all his boldness comes from.
“Can you hug me please?”
Jaebum is breathing slowly, alcohol clogging his tired brain.
“I know it’s been a while since we debuted but sometimes I still feel like I’m behind, like I’m the last, useless wheel”, Youngjae says, sniffing. His head is resting on Jaebum’s pillow and the leader doesn’t know when the boy turned around, but he can feel his breath gently fanning on his own neck.
A drunk Youngjae is extremely dangerous, that’s what Jaebum thinks. But he’s not sober enough to have a proper, clear thought or he would have to question himself: ‘Why Jaebum, why dangerous? He’s your sweet little talented brother…’.
Yet when Youngjae shifts around a bit he feels it with his whole body, and he wonders why for a fraction of a second.
“Feels like I’m not good enough because I came here later”.
Youngjae is spurting nonsense, that’s what he’s doing, because he’s way more than useful and he should know that by now. So Jaebum tells him. Or he tells him something similar.
“You’re perfect and we would be nothing without your voice and your face and your talent” he slurs, not completely sure of what he’s saying. “I would be nothing without you”.
Youngjae stiffens but Jaebum doesn’t notice. He’s in that place half here, half already asleep, and in the middle there’s the alcohol speaking.
“You’re valuable Jae, I just wish you’d see it”.
That’s when Jaebum feels two hands on his t-shirt, pulling at it, and Youngjae is silently crying but even in the dark Jaebum can see he’s smiling too.
“Thanks hyung”.
Youngjae gently kisses the side of Jaebum’s mouth, warm humid lips on his chapped ones, and he smells of soju and spicy food and for an incredibly long second the world stops. There are only lips and those two hands tugging at his shirt and a huge epiphany.
Before Jaebum can even comprehend what happened, Youngjae has let his head fall on the pillow again and has let the alcohol take him over. He’ll sleep in no time, quite drunk and completely unaware of the huge change he just brought to his older friend’s life.
Jaebum didn’t move an inch but he’s sweating profusely, and his eyes are wide open. Youngjae is still too close, it’s too much, he can’t take this. The kid kissed him.
Maybe he’s not even aware of what he did, maybe he acted like a drunk little brother, a bit too affectionate for his own good.
But Youngjae kissed him, on his lips.
Jaebum wants to scream. Instead, he settles for waiting till Youngjae is sound asleep, and turns around so he at least doesn’t have to keep his gorgeous face close. He won’t sleep anyway.
The morning after Youngjae leaves for his hometown very early, Jaebum has a hard time waking him up. The kid doesn’t look like he remembers what happened, what he did, and that doesn’t surprise Jaebum: he looked pretty out of it the night before. That doesn’t mean everything is ok, though.
It’s the first day of vacation, their planned pause from any schedule for ten days, but Jaebum won’t leave yet, so he’s alone with their manager in the dorm. He decides he will spend the next few days on his knees, begging for that one thing that could save him right now, that one thing that could let him keep his mental sanity and avoid a situation that could be a threat for the group as a whole.
When Youngjae comes back to the dorm he is happy and relaxed, and everything crumbles down as soon as he enters the room he’s sharing with his leader. On the side where their shared mattress used to be now there’s a bunk bed, it’s new and it already has new sheets on and their pillows and their stuff. But the point is, it’s not a mattress, it’s not on the floor, it doesn’t have only one blanket and Youngjae doesn’t understand why his heart feels heavy and why his tummy feels upset. Jaebum enters right behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Youngjae doesn’t feel how much the hand is shaking or that it’s slightly sweaty.
“Are you happy Jae??” Jaebum asks. “We’ll be comfortable from now on” he adds with a smile.
Youngjae doesn’t answer because how is he supposed to tell Jaebum that the most comfortable he’s ever felt is in his arms? He can’t even make sense of what he’s thinking, he feels like he shouldn’t be so upset that they now have real beds.
Jaebum on the other hand is almost nauseous, he feels like he’s tricking his little brother, he feels like he’s finding an easy way out…but out of what? Maybe Youngjae doesn’t even remember the kiss…hell, even Jaebum should just consider it something born from alcohol and forget it.
Jaebum stays nervous the whole day, Youngjae plays around on his new bed trying to hide from anyone, and the other boys are just worried and confused.
It’s not like Youngjae doesn’t try to go sleep with his leader anymore. There are nights when he feels too lonely in his single bed, so lonely that not even double blankets can keep him warm. While Jaebum’s body works just fine.
But while Youngjae is oblivious about the reason why he needs physical affection from his friend, to Jaebum sleeping with the younger boy is a torture made of a soft body, sleepy groans and warm breath on his neck every time Youngjae turns around in his sleep. Jaebum cannot hold him as he used to do anymore, it feels weird, it feels as if he’s doing something he should not. So he fights with himself every time Youngjae feels alone or cold, and keeps his hands for himself. Which is something that only works for him, because a sleeping Youngjae can be clingy. And boy, do Jaebum likes clingy…
The weather starts getting hotter as the weeks pass by, and Youngjae starts suffering in that small place without air conditioning. He often sleeps in their manager’s room and on the couch in the living room, inside the maknaes’ room, but keeps coming back for his hyung when he’s lonely and too tired to fight with himself or to ask himself why does he feel the need to keep him close, of being held even when it’s so hot that both of them are sweating.
“Hyung?”
“…yes Youngjae?”
The window in the room is closed or bugs would come in, yet they can still hear the voices of people partying on a balcony, in an apartment a few floors down. In a weird way, the music and the laughs make the two boys feel even lonelier. They’re lying together in Jaebum’s bed despite the hot weather and it’s all due to how weak the older is for Youngjae needy pleads.
Youngjae’s fingertips are tingling, he wants to tug on Jaebum’s shirt, but it’s not there, the older boy is only wearing his underwear, and it feels like he shouldn’t hold onto his bare skin. Youngjae really doesn’t know where all his boldness comes from.
“Can you hug me please?” he asks, breath fanning on Jaebum’s collarbones, hands clutched on his t-shirt so there’s no risk of touching his hyung’s naked chest.
Jaebum holds his breath and opens his eyes in the dark of the room. The faint light coming from outside lets him see Youngjae, hands on his own chest, eyes closed, biting his lower lip nervously. Jaebum sighs and hugs the boy, enveloping him in his strong arms, forcing him to get so close that his face hits his naked chest. That’s what makes Jaebum go crazy: even though they’re the same height, when they lay beside each other Youngjae always goes a little lower and his head ends up in the hollow of Jaebum’s neck.
Youngjae gasps but doesn’t move, and lets Jaebum close his arms around his back; he slowly put his nose on Jaebum’s skin and the tingle is there again. And they both don’t care about the sweat and the air that is becoming too hot between them. Youngjae only cares about the skin he can feel on himself and under the hands he’s now shyly laying on his hyung’s chest. Jaebum only cares about his racing heartbeat and how sure he is Youngjae can feel it, even hear it probably. What if he notices? What if he gets scared? What if he brings it up and everything changes? Jaebum almost wishes for that, until the younger boy between his arms sighs in his sleep and shifts a bit, a knee touching his thigh, the tip of a nail on his chest…
No, he can’t. He’s not strong enough to resist this.
Jaebum breaks the hug and stands up, waking up the boy lying on his bed, grabbing the first pair of shorts he can recognize in the dark, and leaves the room mumbling about how it’s too hot to sleep.
Youngjae spends the next month asking himself if he did something wrong.
The other boys notice something, in Youngjae’s sulky face and in his silences. But it’s Mark who knows more. Mark who’s there when Youngjae lets slip that he thinks his hyung doesn’t love him anymore. Mark who wants to adopt a dog with him, Mark who suggests moving in the same room now that his and Jackson’s one is basically abandoned because of a bug invasion.
Jaebum sees everything, because even if he can force himself to keep his hands away from the boy, he cannot keep his eyes away from him. He sees, and he hopes that being Mark the oldest he will help Youngjae grow a bit further from the love for his leader. Of course his insides scream jealousy, pain, fear, rage but he shuts them up for the sake of his mental sanity.
They haven’t been sleeping together for a while now. Fans are already used to the new rooms arrangement and often joke about it. Jackson is a difficult roommate but Jaebum doesn’t mind being swarmed with questions and endless chats, at least he can keep his mind occupied on something that is not that feeling of longing that doesn’t seem to ever go away.
Youngjae likes the new arrangement, but Mark is no substitute to Jaebum. Mark is trying, though, you could say that. He’s trying to take Youngjae under his wing, he decided to help him getting better at English and he is good at listening when the younger boy needs to talk. He sees the jealousy in his leader’s eyes every time they joke around a bit more, and one night he also witnesses Youngjae coming back from Jaebum’s room after trying to go sleep there. Youngjae knows Mark is awake, but he doesn’t ask him if they can sleep together and cuddle. Mark almost wants to go slap some sanity in Jaebum but he has a feeling that boy is scared by intimacy with Youngjae and, he might know why, he thinks while the younger boy sniffs in his bed, trying to muffle the sounds his few tears are making.
On the outside, they look like nothing is going on and nothing ever changed between them. Which is something that makes Youngjae go crazy, because he knows there’s something wrong. Jaebum always tries to get close to him when they’re in public, even during broadcasts, takes his hand when they win with their new song, doesn’t shy away when it’s Youngjae initiating the physical contact. But at night, even though Jackson often sleeps outside because of personal schedules, Jaebum never lets the boy sleep with him. There are always new stupid excuses.
“It’s too hot Jae-ah!”
(Right, it wasn’t too hot the year before, taking off clothes was enough)
“I’m too tired, you would keep me up”
(Didn’t he tell him he slept better hugging him?)
“If you sleep here Coco will wake us up tomorrow morning because she misses you”
Youngjae stops trying the night he realizes Jaebum is pretending to be asleep. He’s clearly still awake, he can hear his breath and him turning around quickly when Youngjae gets into the room.
“Ok then”, he whispers leaving the room. And both of them have no idea of how broken the other’s heart is in that moment.
From then on Youngjae cannot keep acting like nothing is wrong, not even in public. He doesn’t try to get close to his leader as much as he used to, he ignores him, politely, but still. And when they’re home, he doesn’t even talk to him, smiles to everyone but Jaebum, and he’s aware that he’s being obvious and everyone else will catch on sooner or later, but he doesn’t care. Maybe he wants them to catch on. Maybe he needs the whole world to see what’s happening, that his hyung doesn’t love him anymore, that he used to look at him as if he was the whole world and now…..oh.
When Youngjae fully realizes where his thoughts are going and why he misses his hyung’s attention and hugs so much, he needs to sit down because his legs could give up. He stares at the mirror in the bathroom, droplets falling down everywhere, he breathes in really deep and keep it in until it burns and then everything is clear as the day and he stands up and runs into the living room completely naked and Yugyeom sputters his juice on Bambam’s plate.
Now it’s not a matter of ignoring Jaebum as a cry for attention, he has to do it because the mere presence of him in the same room makes his heart flutters in his stomach (or was it butterflies) and the huge risk is to blush and stutter if he has to talk to him. The result is a mess, because now he’s even more aware of everything Jaebum says or does, of every laugh and every smile, of the questioning and pained looks the older boy sends him very often, and everybody would recognize the pure fear in his eyes when he stumbles upon his leader getting out of the bathroom once, only a towel around his hips.
Youngjae coughs and runs for his life.
Jaebum thinks he has completely lost the boy.
He’s not about to go down without a fight though, which is why he’s now waiting for the perfect moment to corner the kid and ask him why the hell he’s ignoring him. Because he is, there’s no doubt about it and Jaebum cannot stand this anymore. He ignored his feelings for the sake of the group (and because he’s a coward, alright), but now it looks like the peace inside their little family is being shattered down by their situation, and a good leader cannot let that happen.
Everything is easier in theory, of course, and Jaebum realizes for the first time that being able to be alone with one of the members on purpose is not an easy task, even less when said member is avoiding you at all costs. There’s either Mark around, checking him with a wary look, or there’s Jinyoung with an arm around Youngjae’s shoulders, or Jackson is pulling him inside their shared room because he needs to sleep hugging someone that night (Jaebum fights him off until the younger boy goes to Jinyoung whining).
Their packed schedule and his inability of speaking privately with Youngjae almost make him go crazy one morning behind the scenes of a show, when they’re getting ready to go on stage and record their live performance. Jaebum lashes out on the members without a valid reason, then sighs loudly and apologizes to them, especially Yugyeom, who just offers him a weak smile, patient and understanding as always. The others don’t say anything, but Youngjae feels guilty as he looks away and hums his lines under his breath.
They come back to their dorm earlier, that day, and Jaebum calls dibs on the shower first, ignoring a very sweaty and very annoyed Jackson. He needs to wash away his stress and frustration with steaming hot water, and hopefully he will be able to ditch dinner and go sleep on his problems.
Jackson doesn’t insist a lot when he finds out Jaebum is not going out with them all. He just sighs softly.
“Eat something from the fridge then, we won’t be home for a while”.
Jaebum hums and goes back to his phone. He has towel dried his hair and he decided lying on his bed would be the best option for the night, to sort his thoughts out and not be forced into talking to any of the other members.
After around half an hour since Jackson left the room, he starts feeling hungry enough to stand up and leave the comfort and isolation of his bed to reach the kitchen to look for leftovers. He leaves his room barefoot, and enters the small kitchen scratching his stomach next to his bellybutton under the old grey tank top, sweater pants hanging low on his hipbones. Not exactly the best attire you want to be in when destiny decides you have to stumble upon your crush in the only moment you were not trying to corner them.
Not that his crush is in much better conditions. Youngjae is standing with his back facing the kitchen counter, his hair still slightly damp and a few locks sticking to his forehead, the look of a deer caught in daylights, and an oversized white t-shirt hanging weirdly on his shoulders. Nothing else. Oh, yeah, he was also holding a box of cereals that he dropped on the floor as soon as Jaebum stepped inside. Jaebum widens his eyes in shock and stops on his tracks.
“You’re here? I thought you all went out to eat”, he asks, desperately trying to keep his eyes away from those gorgeous thighs the boy is showing.
Youngjae gulps and cannot stop the deep blush that is covering his face. He didn’t know Jaebum was still there or he would have locked himself in his room, and most of all he would have put on something instead of coming out wearing almost nothing after the shower. The boy looks away and crouches to grab the box that fell, puts it on the counter and without saying a word he tries to walk past Jaebum to hide inside his room. He doesn’t like this, he doesn’t want to be alone at home with him, anything but-
“Wait Jae”.
Jaebum stopped him holding his arms, he couldn’t have avoided him. He’s so close now that Youngjae swears he’ll go completely crazy in no time if the older boy doesn’t let him go.
“Why are you ignoring me?”. The question doesn’t come as a big surprise for him, he knew he would have noticed and he knew he would have asked. It doesn’t mean he won’t try to dodge it anyway.
“I’m not ignoring you, hyung”, he answers, trying to pull his arms away from Jaebum’s hold. Their leader might have relatively small hands but they’re strong, Youngjae curses mentally as he fails another attempt at freeing himself. This is becoming ridiculous.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s happening”, Jaebum insists, slowly pushing Youngjae against the fridge’s door, blocking him so he won’t be able to run away this time. Jaebum is being optimistic this time, there is no one around to save the younger boy, no one to hide him, no one to distract him, no one that needs attention. He wants to get this right once and for all.
Youngjae gulps and shakes his head. “It’s nothing, I’m ok, I’m not ignoring you”. But the blush and the nervousness in his voice betray him.
Jaebum pushes more. He doesn’t want to scare him but if this is the only way to make him talk, he’ll do it, he’ll ignore how gorgeous Youngjae looks, how much he missed having him this close and make him talk for the sake of their group.
“Jae, answer me, I’m tired of this atmosphere, ok? I’m so tired! Tell me what did I do to you, tell me what is wrong!”, he almost screams. For a second he sees a light in Youngjae’s eyes and he fears he might have scared the kid, but then…
“You don’t love me anymore!”
There, Youngjae shouted, he cannot go back now. He hopes his eyes tell Jaebum how pissed he is and not just how hurt and sad and scared. Jaebum looks shocked; he loosens the hold on his arms and bit and Youngjae could run to his room, but now that he said it he wants answers.
“Why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”, he asks, voice small and eyes avoiding Jaebum.
Jaebum looks even more surprised if possible, eyes wide, a pink colour to his cheeks and nose and ears, and he lets his forehead rest on Youngjae’s shoulders, his hands now just gently caressing his younger friend’s ones instead of holding him in place. Youngjae holds his breath, the closeness with the boy he has feelings for too much for him. He can see his nape and his beautiful shoulders right under his eyes, he can hear perfectly the small sigh his leader makes before moving his face closer.
Jaebum inhales deeply and closes his eyes, his face in the curve of Youngjae’s neck but without touching his skin. “I cannot sleep with you because of this”, he whispers, his voice low and rough because of nervousness, his thumbs now resting on Youngjae’s soft skin, caressing it absentmindedly.
Youngjae stiffens. Jaebum’s body is really close, they have never been this close outside the privacy of their shared bed and even then, well, it was a different context. They’re standing inside their kitchen right now, where everybody could see them. Jaebum breathes deeply again and softly nudges Youngjae’s neck with his nose, pressing it there. His lips move so close to him than the boy has to suppress a whine.
“And because of this”, Jaebum continues, gently getting close with his body, his own heart speeding so much he fears it might explode. He feels how nervous Youngjae is under his hands but the boy is not pushing him away. “And this”, he adds as he boldly kisses Youngjae right where his shoulder becomes neck.
Youngjae wants to scream, to ask him a thousand questions, but he’s scared, he fears it might ruin the moment, he fears his leader’s lips will never be on him again. So he just does his best to breathe and doesn’t move an inch.
“Sleeping with you gives me thoughts I shouldn’t have”, continues Jaebum whispering, his breath on the other boy’s skin. They both don’t move for a while, nothing seems to be moving, not the clock on the wall, not the cars down in the street, not the kitchen appliances. Youngjae breaks the silence because he feels he might explode if no one talks or moves.
It’s just a murmured “Hyung…”, a tiny, tiny plea, but it has Jaebum breathing deeply and pressing his lips on the younger’s neck again, this time with more resolve, less inhibition.
He nibbles and gently bites at the skin, his fingers creating small crescent moons on Youngjae’s arms where he’s holding him, and when he licks the side of his neck with a wet, warm and curious tongue Youngjae cannot stop the very sexual moan that escapes his lips.
Jaebum freezes and immediately pushes himself away from the younger boy, as if only then realizing what he was actually doing. The sight in front of him is better than any fantasy he has indulged in till then: Youngjae is leaning back on the fridge, cheeks and ears flushed, his lower lip swollen where he has been biting it, and a slight pink tint on his skin where Jaebum’s lips have worked. The only thing he’s wearing is that large t-shirt that now is hanging even more weirdly, showing off his beautiful collarbones. Jaebum can vaguely see the black hem of Youngjae’s underwear, and after that it’s all soft thighs, knees, round calves and he wants to bite and kiss every inch of it.
“I thought you hated me”.
Youngjae’s soft, surprised voice brings him backs to reality. He chuckles and smiles sadly.
“How could I hate you”, he answers, and he looks like he cannot believe what Youngjae has just implied. “I love you so much”.
Youngjae is on him in the blink of an eye, hands pulling at his tank top and lips hungrily crashing onto his own, his kiss trying to convey all his desperation and frustration and love and Jaebum is overwhelmed and for a few seconds he just lets the other eat him, his hands resting on the small back of the younger. Their kissing is heated and rushed and probably sloppy, but they couldn’t care less. Youngjae keeps Jaebum in place to brush his lips gently over the other boy’s cheek.
“Do you really love me Jaebum-hyung?”, he asks, hope so visible in his eyes that Jaebum wants to cry, very aware of what kind of suffering he put the younger into. He reaches out and grabs Youngjae’s hand, squeezing it.
“I’ll show you how much”, he answers, and pulls him in the room that was once theirs.
The door gets locked behind them and both are so focused on the other that it doesn’t matter anymore who closed it, who took off Youngjae’s t-shirt, who is now sucking on whose neck, who just pulled the other on the bottom bed. They just fall on it, fingers interlocked, lips on lips, lips on skin, heavy breaths and muffled moans. Jaebum explores every inch of Youngjae’s almost naked body with both his hands and his mouth, almost surprised at how Youngjae seems way less shy that he thought he would be. He’s needy though, that is so obvious, and it makes Jaebum’s pride swell as he promises himself he’ll do anything to satisfy the boy.
“Ah, hyung- fuck!”
A particularly loud moan becomes a curse when Jaebum’s teeth lock around Youngjae’s nipple and gently pull, sucking on it immediately after to soothe the pain. Jaebum chuckles and kiss his way down the boy’s chest, Youngjae’s hand holding onto his hair for dear life: the boy’s breath quickens even more when Jaebum pulls down his boxers, gently licking on his tummy while smiling up at him.
Youngjae giggles, only to stop and curse again as he feels Jaebum’s lips on his already hard cock. Youngjae is as loud as Jaebum had imagined, and of course he loves it, but he has to suppress a laugh and the need to shut him up when the boy almost screams because Jaebum has swallowed on his member.
It’s an adrenaline rush, though, both being with Youngjae and being able to make him lose it so quickly. Youngjae is already a mess, and Jaebum stops sucking him when he fears the boy will come too soon. He climbs up again and reaches for his drawer while kissing him, and Youngjae almost jumps when he feels the cold of the lube coating his sensitive cock. Youngjae’s never done this.
Their bodies move so perfectly one on the other, every inch of skin touching is pure pleasure, their hands roam around, Youngjae’s hands pulling on Jaebum’s hair and hips, Jaebum’s ones cupping the other boy’s face and holding both their dicks together. This close, sight is not important anymore. There are sounds, of slick lube, of skin on skin, of clean sheets and the mattress moving under their weight, of moans and whines and soft curses, and there’s the sound of Jaebum repeating ‘I love you’ everywhere on Youngjae’s body. It’s messy and rushed and there are probably a thousand ways to do it better, but it’s them and nothing else matters. Not the fact that the others could come back any moment and find a locked room and two members missing, not the fact that what they’re doing will complicate the group dynamics for sure.
It’s not just that Youngjae is so hard to resist, thinks Jaebum while sucking a particularly big hickey on the boy’s collarbone, or that living together made their feelings grow much more than they would have in another context. It’s also that now he found a way to place his feelings for the younger, and he wants to show him how he feels every day from now on.
Youngjae comes with a loud moan that Jaebum shushes by kissing him, his hand gently jerking him off until the younger boy stops panting because of his orgasm and starts whining because he’s becoming too sensitive. He grabs his hyung’s dick with both his hands and stares at Jaebum with a sluggish, pleasured look that has the older one grind down feverishly until he comes too, making a mess on Youngjae’s stomach and chest. He slumps down on him breathing hard, still riding his high, and when he opens his eyes again Youngjae is licking off cum from his own hand with a smug and satisfied look: Jaebum snorts on his neck and both take a few minutes to breathe and realize what just happened.
Jaebum groans but manages to stand up even though he would just want to fall asleep while hugging Youngjae, the cum sticking their chests together almost drying up, earning a loud “EW!” and a lot of giggles from Youngjae. He cleans both of them with his tank top and a few wet wipes, unlocks the door and slides back inside his bed.
“Hyung…clothes”, whines Youngjae, almost falling asleep.
Jaebum groans and holds the boy tighter, and Youngjae finds his childish behavior so endearing that he lets him do it and just smiles as he feels him putting his chin on his shoulder. If they were just a little less tired and a little less satisfied maybe they would worry about the big chance of Jackson finding them hugging naked the next morning, but right now they are just quickly sliding into deep sleep.
“Jaebum-hyung…?”
Jaebum kisses Youngjae’s neck gently and shifts a bit, resting his knees behind the boy’s plump and soft legs. “Yeah baby?”
Youngjae blushes in the dark and smiles, a step away from falling asleep.
“I love you too”, he whispers. And Jaebum hums on his neck and holds him even tighter and he feels as if it’s just after they debuted again, and everything is exactly where it should be.
pairings: im jaebum x choi youngjae, other pairings
In Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum was the perfect alpha- handsome, protective, grounded, and took care of his small pack very well. But too bad Jaebum doesn’t think he’s the perfect omega- or any omega, for that matter
or, the one where Jaebum thinks a mate will just be a distraction rather than a blessing
**six**seven**eight**
Yugyeom was set to accompany Jinyoung to go to Bambam’s mother’s house. Jinyoung had mixed feelings about bringing along the youngest, but decided to let him join, anyways- after he literally got on his knees, begging to stay by his best friends side, even if he didn’t know exactly why they were going.
At least, Jinyoung was under the impression that he didn’t know. But he didn’t know what Bambam had told the beta, if he had said anything at all as to why they were visiting, anyways. Either way, it wasn’t Jinyoung’s business to expose anything. Not if it wasn’t desperately needed.
“Does Yugyeom know about…?” Jinyoung trailed off. He and Bambam were in the car now, warming up and waiting for the maknae of the pack to join them. Bambam sat in the back, presumably so he could cuddle with Yugyeom, possibly. Probably. Maybe.
“No, not really. He knows I don’t… that I’m in ‘a mood’.”
Jinyoung looked at the young omega through the mirror above him. “You should talk to him. Maybe that’ll help a bit.”
Bambam shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’m serious, Bambam-ah,” Jinyoung didn’t mean to sound so serious, “he knows you best out of all of us, so it-“
“Okay, hyung.”
“Bamba-“
“Do you not know me?”
Jinyoung turned around to look at the younger, eye brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
Bambam crosses his arms and leaned against the window. “You all act like Yugyeom is my savior and the only who understands me. I love him but I love you guys, too. You guys can be there for me, too.”
Jinyoung didn’t know what to say. “O… kay.”
It was silent for a moment, before Bambam sighed. “Can someone else come with us? I don’t really want Yugyeom to come today”
“What? Why?” This was extremely bizarre. Bambam actively wanting to be separate from Yugyeom? Unheard of.
“Can Jackson-hyung come with us?” The younger skipped over Jinyoung’s question.
“Hey,” Jinyoung would figure this out. “What’s wrong with Yugyeom-ah?”
“Can Jackson-hyung please come?”
“Jackson-hyung is with Mark-hyung. Why not Yugyeom-ah?”
“What about Jaebum-hyung?”
Jinyoung turned around and looked down at his lap. The omega behind him obviously was going through something. It made Jinyoung worried, literally, sick. Why was Bambam acting like this? Why the sudden change? It made absolutely no sense. The two maknae’s hadn’t been in any fights or arguments worth fretting over. Yugyeom hasn’t coddled Bambam with too much attention that it actually became too much. Nothing was wrong.
But, seemingly, there was with Bambam.
“Hyung, please don’t have him come.” Bambam sounded frantic. Jinyoung saw movement from the corner his eye. He looked up and saw Yugyeom exiting their duplex, hanging up from a phone call.
Jinyoung was tempted to disregard Bambam’s request. But Bambam knew what he needed. That’s what Jinyoung told himself to have the courage to follow through with the young omega’s request.
So, Jinyoung reluctantly stepped out of the car and met the tall beta halfway before he reached the car. “Hey, hyung,” Yugyeom smiled down at the omega in front of him.
“Uhm, Yugyeom-ah, I have a favor to ask of you.” Jinyoung couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Okay?”
The omega coughed, blinked at the ground a couple of times, composed himself with a deep breath in and out. “Could you stay home today? Please.” Jinyoung tried to give a kind smile. It probably looked fake.
Yugyeom’s face instantly fell, scrunched up in confusion. He even tilted his head and all Jinyoung could think is ‘this fucking pup crooked his head to the right like a lost fucking puppy. Now is not the time to be fuckin adorable, Yugyeom.’
“Why? Bambam wanted me to come.”
Jinyoung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I know, but he’s asked that you sit this one out. I don’t understand either, but let’s do what he thinks is best for him, okay?”
“Am I not the best for him?” Yugyeom whispered to himself.
Fuck.
“Yugyeom-ah, I promise he still loves you and wants your support, but just give him this time for himself.” Jinyoung rubbed Yugyeom’s shoulder. The beta remained unmoving. He huffed quickly and jolted his shoulder away from the omegas touch, looking a lot more angrier than he did before.
“How much time does he need?” the beta boomed, throwing his head back at the sky silently, then looking back at Jinyoung. “He was gone for a whole ass month and I left him alone then. And now he’s sad as shit for lord knows what reason and all I’m trying to do is be a good, supportive best fucking friend and he tells me to give him space?! But, oh, let you or Jaebum-hyung be all up in his ‘space’ and that’s okay? What the fuck is that?!”
And before Jinyoung could stop him, Yugyeom pushed him aside and marched his way to the car. Jinyoung moved to stop him, but the beta only took a few steps forward. But it wasn’t like that was any better. If looks could kill, Bambam would’ve had a very painful death.
“Who even am I to you anymore?!” Yugyeom yelled at the car, staring straight at Bambam who was sitting straight forward, head down. You could only see the outline of his body if you squinted. “You keep pushing me away, Bam! All I want to do is be there but you won’t let me. We share everything and you… you… you act like you don’t know me as soon as you feel like shit!” The maknae paused to whine at the sky in frustration, hands gripping his yellow hair. “It’s not fair, Bam! It’s not! It’s not fair.”
Yugyeom was still looking up- except now he had a lone tear dripping down his face, which was red from his frustration. Jinyoung was right behind him, contemplating what to do. The environment was still tense and, although it should be the least of his worries, Bambam’s mother was expecting them. He didn’t know what time it was exactly, but he knew they should’ve been gone. Jinyoung also knew that Yugyeom and Bambam needed to talk; whatever was wrong, was straining both of them one way or another.
“Go see Jaebum-hyung. Go talk to him.” Jinyoung turned Yugyeom around towards their duplex and walked him to the door. “I’m sorry, Yugyeom-ah. It’ll get better. I promise.” Jinyoung hugged him. Yugyeom hugged him back, seeming a lot smaller in Jinyoung’s arms than he actually was.
“Whatever.” And with that, the yellowed haired beta sulked back inside the house. Jinyoung took a moment to himself, letting the scene that just played out settle. After gaining back his composure, he entered the car again, in the front seat. He looked back at Bambam who was in the same position that he was the whole entire time. It was hard to miss the wet patch of, one could only assume, tears on his jeans. Jinyoung’s heart broke at the situation. Yugyeom was right. None of this is fair. Not for those two.
“Go to the clinic.” Bambam’s voice broke the somber silence.
“Why? You don’t want to see your mom still?”
Bambam sniffled. “We have to go. It’s important. I’m not asking.”
“Wh-“
“Hyung.” The small omegas voice cracked, but still had some hardness to it. Jinyoung swallowed the lump in his throat. What the fuck was going on? Jinyoung wanted answers.
And without a second thought, not wanting to upset the omega anymore, Jinyoung drove to the campus clinic.
It had been two days since Mark walked out of their apartment. Two whole days with no phone calls, texts, or anything. For Youngjae, Mark was on radio silence. Youngjae was mentally and emotionally exhausted from the past two days.
He spent every waking moment either thinking about Mark or the last conversation he had with said beta. Most notably, he couldn’t get over how he let such a sentence slip out his mouth and, basically, slut-shamed Mark. The betas promiscuity was never really a problem, and Youngjae had never thought any less of Mark because of his partner preferences. So, Youngjae could understand why Mark was upset- but that didn’t mean Youngjae wasn't hurting without Mark by his side. Even though they weren’t officially pack mates, they still were bonded almost to that extent. Besides, they’re practically brothers. Separation between the two was sure to be straining on the both of them.
And Youngjae thought about that a lot. He wondered how Mark was doing; where he was; had he enough to eat; was he safe.
It was the day after that he called Jackson because maybe Mark would’ve gone to him? Youngjae didn’t know- it was guess and check at that point.
Jackson had told him that, no, he hadn’t heard from Mark in the past twenty four hours; neither had the betas parents. All Youngjae could do now was wait. Yeah, he could have his own hunting party, but he saw it unnecessary. He’s worried sick about the older, but he knew Mark could very well take care of himself. At least that’s what he hoped.
The omega camped out in the living room, because when Mark came back, Youngjae wanted to be the first thing he saw. And he wanted to apologize before Mark could get away.
It was late afternoon, now, two days after Mark’s departure. Youngjae was dormant on the couch, staring blankly at the television, Coco curled in his lap, and his phone clenched in his hand. He was hanging on to the hope that maybe Mark would end up calling him.
It was as if the power above was listening to him; because not even half hour later, his phone started to vibrate in his hand.
Too bad it wasn’t Mark.
“Seriously, hyung, I texted you and said I couldn’t hang out today.” Youngjae groaned out to Jaebum. They’ve texted back and forth the past two days, but Youngjae has been reluctant to go out somewhere with the alpha- for obvious reasons.
“Hello to you, too, Youngjae,” Youngjae could hear the smile in Jaebum's voice, “I know you’re busy but I just wanted to hear your voice.”
This fucking cornball. Youngjae could reach through the phone and punch him in the face.
“I can’t stand you. That was the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“It’s my charming point. You love my cheesy-ness, anyway.”
“Who lied to you?”
Jaebum let out a breathy laugh. “My mom, but that’s kind of her job.”
“Is this what you called me about? To give me cheesy pick-up lines in the middle of the day?”
“Not initially, but it's kinda fun.”
“It’s not,” In his mind, Youngjae lived for this corny part of life. But actually have it happen? He was puking- with love, of course. “But, seriously, what’d you call for?”
“I quit from the dog cafe.”
“Copy-catter.” Youngjae pouted.
Jaebum chuckled through the phone. “I got a job somewhere else.”
“And you couldn’t just text me this because…?”
“I don’t know, now that I think of it. It’s not as exciting as I thought it would be.”
Youngjae smiled. “Are you expecting me to ask ‘where’?”
There was a pause filled with only the static from the phone. “Maybe…” Jaebum voice stretched out.
“Too bad. I don’t care.”
Jaebum let out a sound of displeasure. “Oh, Choi Youngjae, you break my heart every time.”
The omega rolled his eyes. “Break your heart every time when?”
“There was supposed to be a punchline but I forgot.”
Youngjae snickered. “Where are you right now, anyways? Are you still at the studio?”
“Yeah. Yugyeom has more energy today so we decided to stay a little longer than usual.” Jaebum let out a huff of breath. “I didn’t realize how old I was until I couldn’t keep up with the kid in one of the more fast paced songs. Then I started thinking maybe that’s why I don’t have ruts- my clock has been winding down even before I reached sixteen.”
“Oh my goodness, Im Jaebum. You are too much.” Youngjae said after letting out his infamously loud laugh.
“Jaebum-hyung, to you.”
Before Youngjae could make a reply, he heard the faint noise of a door knob being messed with. He turned his head towards the front door, eyes wide and hopeful. Could it be? “I have to go, hyung.” Youngjae ended his call with the alpha before he could hear his goodbye.
With his phone away from his ear, he could hear the jingle of keys behind the door. It was definitely Mark. It had to be. Youngjae moved Coco off his lap, and tossed the blankets away from him, hurrying to get to the front door to greet his best friend, his brother. Youngjae took one last sip of his soda that was on the coffee table, then went and stood directly in line of sight of the front door.
When the door finally started to creek open, Youngjae took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was quickly scripting in his head how to articulate how sorry he was.
“Youngjae, honey~!” A body was attacking him in a hug.
A body that wasn’t Mark’s. And a voice that definitely wasn’t Mark’s. Youngjae opened his eyes and looked down at who could possibly broke into his house and practically tackled him. But he didn’t even have to look down to get a whiff of the familiar scent of home.
“Mom?” Youngjae pushed her back to look at her face, making sure he wasn’t being deceived; and sure enough the short woman in front of him was definitely his very own mother.
“Oh my little omega has gotten so big and tall!” She rubbed her hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders, taking in her only son in front of her. “The blonde looks even better in person.” She raked her hands through his hair.
Youngjae just smiled down at her. It’s not that he wasn’t happy to see her, of course he was happy to see the woman who birthed him after months, but he was definitely waiting for Mark. Mark was the one who should’ve been walking through the door.
Seolhee sensed something was wrong after Youngjae hadn't said anything since she walked through the door. “Are you not happy to see me?”
Youngjae snapped himself out of his daze. “No, of course I’m happy to see you. How have you been, Mom? What brings you here?” He pulled her back in for another hug, pressing his nose right into her scent gland. To him, she would always smell like milk, the scent of babies, no matter what. That’s how it always worked. To all pups, the person that birthed them would always smell like their own special version of milk. Their parents still had their own unique scent, but for their pups, milk was all they could smell.
“I’ve been well, sweets. Me and your dad thought it’d be nice to see you before the semester started.” She pulled back from the hug.
“Where is he?”
“He should be on the way up. We took separate cabs.”
Youngjae became concerned. “Is everything okay between you two?”
Seolhee waved her hands in the air, making a sound of disbelief. “Of course. I couldn’t leave a knot like his behind even if it killed me-“
“Mom, really?”
“-Not even for Mark. Speaking of which; where is that American?”
Youngjae tensed up at the mention of the beta. He didn’t want his mother to know something was wrong between the two of them, so he panicked and lied. “He’s gone to visit some friends.”
His mother looked at him, pointedly. “How rude. I made your dad ride in a separate cab just so I could get a moment to talk to the beta, dammit,” she stomped her foot. Youngjae’s mother was short, so it always made him laugh to see her do the little foot stomp she’s always done. “What color is his hair, now?”
Youngjae rolled his eyes. “Mom, what does it matter?” He moved towards the kitchen for them to sit down. He would’ve gone towards the living room, but it was a mess from his temporary camping.
Seolhee sat at the island, cursing the tall chairs. “Because it might not look good on him so I need to know what color I should tell him to change it to. He hasn’t uploaded a selfie in two months and me and the other omegas are getting antsy. What the hell is his hair color, Choi Youngjae.”
“Brown.”
“Don’t withhold information from me. What shade?”
“Mom.”
“Youngjae,” she mocked, “Tell me. I need to know before I pass out right here, right now from curiosity.”
“Don’t joke about that, Mom.” Youngjae scolded. “And it’s a dark brown. Darker than when you first met him.”
Seolhee closed her eyes to imagine what the beta would look like with dark brown hair. When she opened her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m getting mixed signals.”
Youngjae decided he didn’t want to know what mixed signals she was getting.
“Seolhee! What in the world was that?” Youngjae’s father marched in, out of breath and ears tinted the slightest bit.
Youngjae’s mother turned to where her husband and mate entered. “You made it in one piece, didn’t you?” Seolhee smirked.
Hojin, Youngjae’s father, curses under his breath, but approaches his wife to give her a kiss on the forehead, anyways. He then walks to his son and brings him in for a hug. “Ah, Youngjae, it’s so good to see you.”
The omega smiles into his father's shoulder. He didn’t smell like anything. His dad always wore that same stupid scent masker since he was young. Youngjae, at some point, forgot what his dad smelled like. “I’m happy to see you, too.”
Hojin parted from the hug. He looked around the kitchen. “Where’s that one American you always hang out with?”
“Mark-hyung?” Even if Youngjae's knew Mark for a good chunk of his life, his dad could never remember his name.
His father snapped his fingers. “Yes! That’s his name.”
“He not here, honey.” Seolhee piped in. Hojin hummed in response. He looked back to Youngjae. “You seem tense.”
Youngjae loosened his shoulders and shook his head, trying to not look tense. It probably made him look more tense. “I’m not. I’m just surprised to see you guys.”
“Uh huh,” Hojin eyes his son, squinting his eyes suspiciously. “If you say so…”
Youngjae smiled, timidly. He was praying his father couldn’t see through his façade.
“Well,” Seolhee chirped. “I think we should go for a nice lunch out as one family unit.” She clapped her hands in excitement. Speaking of family unit, where is his older sister?
“Where’s Yerin-noona?”
“Yerin-ah is out of the country for work. She said she’ll call when we got here,” Youngjae’s mother explained. “We’ll video her when we get back.”
Halfway to the restaurant, Youngjae’s mother decided she didn’t feel like eating out anymore, and some how managed to convince him and his father to settle for a picnic instead. So, they stopped for some groceries for their picnic. And when they were driving, looking for a parking spot, Seolhee decided, instead, that she wanted a hamburger- “I want one just like the ones you had in America. You know I don’t like beef, but the ones you posted on your sns looked frickin’ good”.
After directing his father where to go to get to the nearest American restaurant, they entered the restaurant and were seated rather quickly. It was a slower day, so the waiter took their orders for drinks and food in one go.
“Is this what they look like in America?” Seolhee looked around the restaurant.
“Not really. America is way different.” Youngjae responded. His mother had become obsessed with western culture once Youngjae began to become fluent in English- and, especially, when he started to travel there more and more for school.
Seolhee hummed in response. “Well, it’s not like I’ll never know. Your old man, my loving and dearest husband, won’t fucking take me even if it killed him.”
“Seolhee-yah,” Hojin groaned. “We’re too old. Those airborne death traps are no good for us.”
“But you’ll take one to get to Hong Kong, won’t you?”
Hojin stayed quiet for a moment. “Okay, well, that’s different,” he protested. “It’s not all the way across the seven freakin seas.”
“We wouldn’t even go over two, silly.”
Youngjae’s father huffed at the conversation, in general. “Whatever. Just know that I won’t fall victim to those hell birds you call airplanes.”
Seolhee smirked and lovingly rubbed her mate’s neck. “You will, one day.”
Hojin looked ready to deny such claims, but Youngjae spoke up before the conversation would go back to square one. “How’s the pack back home?”
His father turned his attention to Youngjae. “We’re doing fine,” Hojin sat up a little more. “But, I think you’re uncle is going to hand the alpha title to Minho.”
Youngjae raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Minho-hyung? Puppy eyed Minho-hyung?”
“The one and only.”
Youngjae wasn’t surprised because Minho wasn’t adequate enough to be alpha- he was probably the best choice, anyways. He was nearing his pre-prime and still hadn’t left home. Usually alphas, who were willing to take that step, left home around their early twenty’s; either to start their own pack or join another. There were rarely hard feelings if anyone around that age decided to leave their own pack to venture to a new one. But, after that age of opportunity closed, and a wolf decided to run with another pack, it could easily be seen as betrayal and, in a way, shameful.
But, again, Minho was past that age. And, last Youngjae heard, already had a mate and two healthy pups. If he hadn’t left by now, he must’ve been waiting for something. His father was the pack alpha, so it only made sense that, yeah, Minho is his heir and ready to take the title.
It was still surprising news to hear, anyway. Minho-hyung was becoming the pack alpha. “That’s great. It’s about time.”
Seolhee hummed in agreement. “I’ve been telling your uncle to quit being a title hog and give the boy what he deserves. The kid is a man now. You should see him, Youngjae-yah.”
Youngjae gave a small smile. It has been awhile since he traveled back to see everyone. “I bet.”
“Maybe your next break, you can come and visit, yeah?” Hojin poked.
“I will.”
For some odd reason, thinking about the pack back home made Youngjae think about Mark.
He missed Mark.
He wanted Mark to come back home.
Lunch went okay, for the most part. His parents mostly talked about the pack back home, and how everyone was doing. Youngjae also learned that his sister has been doting on an omega from a neighbor pack. His parents think she’ll be joining another pack soon- it’s neither bad or good, but it’s a possibility.
They tell him about all the pups that were born over the summer and the old wolves who passed. They tell him about new mates and weddings that have been established and all that.
In the car ride home, they ask Youngjae a question he didn’t think he would have to answer- or, at least he was hoping didn’t come up.
But, of course, with his luck, it did.
“Sweets,” His mother looks back at him from the front seat. “What about you? We’ve talked so much, my goodness.”
“You’re fine, Mom.” Youngjae assures.
Seolhee clicks her tongue. “No, that’s no good. Tell me, sweets, is there anyone who’s caught your eye? Romantically, perhaps?”
Youngjae can feel his body temperature rising. His parents aren’t pressing on the matter of Youngjae being handed off to some alpha or beta to mate with. In actuality, his parents rarely ask him about his romantic life. (Maybe besides those couple of times when he and Mark were in high school and they were secretly hoping they’d be together. How ironic). It’s not that they didn’t care, but they weren’t worried about Youngjae in that way.
He knew they had confidence that he’d find ‘the one’. Whenever, or whoever they may be.
Youngjae cleared his throat, to give himself a moment to think of what the fuck to say. “Uhm, I guess.”
Did Youngjae really want to tell his parents about Jaebum? He didn’t know.
“Hm. Do tell.”
“There’s not much to tell.”
Seolhee sighed. “Do I really have to start snooping for some answers or are you gonna spill the beans?”
“Fine,” Youngjae shifted in his seat. “He’s an-“
“A ‘he’?”
“Yes, Mom, a ‘he’.”
“Okay, continue.”
“He’s an alpha.”
“Really?” Hojin spoke for the first time during the conversation. Youngjae almost forgot he was there.
“Uh, yeah. He’s really nice.” Youngjae concluded. He didn’t know if it was all that appropriate to talk about Jaebum with his family, yet. It felt to early for his parents to know… about whatever they were.
“Are you guys together or…?”
“No. Just talking.”
That was the end of that, for now.
Youngjae’s parents were staying at a nearby hotel, so they drove him back to his apartment, kissed and hugged him good night.
As he made his way up to his and Mark’s home, the little voice in the back of his head was giving him hope that maybe, just maybe, Mark might be home. It had been two whole days already. He had to return home soon, right?
Youngjae wasn’t expecting the beta to be home. He wouldn’t be, if he were Mark.
But, as he walked towards the door and pulled out his key, he caught a faint scent that was quite familiar.
Youngjae took a deep breath in. No fucking way.
He frantically opened the front door, bursting through and holy shit Mark was home. Sitting right there, on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, staring at a blank television screen.
Mark looked back, seeing who made all that damn noise. The beta made eye contact with Youngjae. All the air suddenly left Youngjae’s lungs in that moment.
They both had a lot they wanted to say. Youngjae had a million and one questions to ask and apologies to give.
“Hyung.” Is all Youngjae could muster up to say.
“Uh,” Mark coughed. “Let’s not talk tonight. I’m tired.” Mark ended the conversation before it even started. Youngjae internally groaned. It seems like that’s everyone around him does: when there’s a problem, they wait later to finally address it- right before it’s too late.
“No,” Youngjae stomped. “We’re talking.”
“No, we’re not. I’m tired, Youngjae-yah.” Mark yawned. He snuggle more into the blanket that was around him.
Mark’s nonchalant attitude was starting to bother Youngjae. Did Mark really have nothing he felt was urgent to talk about? Did he not suffer like Youngjae had? Did he not miss Youngjae? It might not be a big deal for Mark, but it was for Youngjae. The beta knew this, he had to. That should’ve been reason enough to sit down and talk with Youngjae. Apparently, it wasn’t.
“I don’t care. We can’t let this go. We have to talk.” Youngjae patted himself on the back, in his head. He was taking a stand- and didn’t chicken out.
Mark sighed. “Youngjae-yah. Please.” He was still facing the blank television, face hidden, voice muffled by the blanket. He sounded rough, like his throat was parched.
Youngjae swallowed, dryly. On the inside, he felt a tiny bit bad. The omega still had no idea where Mark was or what he did or who he was with.
The younger sighed. Going, once again, against his gut, he decided to drop the subject of apologies for now. He dragged his feet towards the couch, and sat down next to Mark. Now with a better view of his face, Youngjae could see exactly how tired the beta was.
The beta’s face was dead. There were bags under his eyes, cheeks void of color, his skin was oily, and lips pale and cracked. Mark looked like he had died and was just a walking corpse. Youngjae’s heart jumped when he initially saw him- and not from joy. It had been so long since Youngjae had seen Mark in such a terrible condition.
He was doing so good. There was no way he would’ve. Not over what Youngjae had said. Something else had to have happened.
“Hyung…” Youngjae whispered, reaching to caress Mark’s cheek. The older swatted his hand away when he realized. Mark didn’t want to talk about it.
“Leave me alone.” Mark went to lie back down on the couch, but Youngjae had caught his shoulder. Those were skinnier. Mark always did have a fast metabolism.
Except, Youngjae knew, it wasn’t just his metabolism for Mark looking so brittle.
“Did… did you-“
“I said ‘leave me alone’, didn’t I?” Mark snapped, a growl behind his voice. Youngjae flinched, snatching his hand back towards himself.
“You did, didn’t you?”
Mark was silent, looking the other way.
Youngjae felt a heavy lump in his throat. “Why? You… you should’ve talked to me.”
“It wasn’t just you,” Mark said after a very long silence. “But, you’re right. I should’ve.” Mark leaned back against the couch, dejected. Tired.
“What’s going on, hyung? Talk to me. Please.” Youngjae begged in a whisper. He tentatively placed his hand on the betas knee. Mark just looked down at the gesture, but he didn’t reject it.
“There’s just a lot going on. I’ll tell you, I promise, but not now. I'm tired.”
Youngjae wanted to talk- about where Mark’s been and what he’s done. But, if his hyung was this out of it, Youngjae could leave it alone for now. “I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I love you, no matter what.”
Mark’s lips twitched up in a smile. “It’s okay, Youngjae. I love you, too.”
“Can I lay with you tonight?”
“Please.”
The next day, they woke up soaked in each other’s scent; and they were both a little happier because so.
Jaebum flopped down onto the floor, leaning against the mirror while chugging back some nice, cold water. He and Yugyeom had trapped themselves in the dance studio for the past two days, only going home to sleep and shower. They had fully choreographed four whole dances yesterday and, so far, one and a half today.
It was hobby the two had initially bonded over. Wide-eyed, freshman Yugyeom had joined Jaebum’s dance class the betas freshman year. They bonded quickly, both having the same style, but different at the same time. They both excelled in their respective dance classes and found friendly competition in each other. The two easily became close. Jaebum had liked the beta so much, he made the beta his main dancer in his showcase that year. And, a little later, when Yugyeom had admitted that he didn’t have a pack and wanted to join one soon, Jaebum offered him a pack to join. The rest is history.
“Jaebum-hyung,” Yugyeom whined. He was standing over Jaebum, who stopped dancing out of nowhere to rest. The music was still pulsing in the background. “What’re you doing? We still have to finish this part.”
Jaebum waved him off. “Just a quick break. We’ve been dancing for awhile, Yugyeom-ah.”
Yugyeom huffed. He walked to the computer to turn the music off. He turned to face Jaebum. “We’ve already had a break.”
“Yugyeom, what the fuck?” Jaebum groaned. Jaebum initially came to dance with Yugyeom to relieve him of his pent up stress. The beta had been nonstop dancing ever since they’ve arrived. Jaebum knew he had a lot to work out inside; and he knew that dancing was Yugyeom’s escape. But, he was never this intense. It wasn’t super weird, but it was still weird nonetheless. “A break won’t kill us.”
“Okay, whatever. But can we finish this song and then we can take a break?” Yugyeom complained.
“Okay, that’s it,” Jaebum stood up, only to push Yugyeom down to sit on the floor. “I haven’t asked you about what’s wrong and all that but I think it’s about time I did.” The alpha sat down in front of Yugyeom while talking.
Yugyeom rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Jaebum gave him a look.
“What?”
Jaebum kept looking at him.
“Ugh,” Yugyeom whined. “Fine, Okay, yeah- maybe something happened, but so what? You can’t fix and neither can I, so let’s just forget anything fucking happened in the first place.”
The younger moved to stand up, but Jaebum caught his knee to stop him from moving. “Let’s talk.”
Yugyeom contemplated, silently. Jaebum urged him with a squeeze of his hand. “We will have to, eventually. Let’s get it over with, yeah?”
The beta sat back down. “Okay.” He whispered.
“Okay,” Jaebum whispered back. “What’s going on?”
It was silent for heavy second. “Uhm, Bambam,” Yugyeom began. “Our relationship has just been… off lately and it sucks. Like, really sucks. I know that being away from home and with a new pack was hard for him, and, on top of that, experiencing his first heat off suppressants was hard; but he always cuts me off. Out of everyone in our pack, he cuts me off? That’s not fair. We tell each other everything and some-“
“What?”
“-but he acts like I’m a newcomer when he’s feeling down. What sense does that make? Pushing your best friend away when all he’s trying to do is help? None. It makes no sense at all.” Yugyeom paused. “And there might be other stuff that’s built up in between all of this, but that’s not important. But it is. But it’s not.”
Jaebum took a moment to digest everything the beta had told him. He tried to process Yugyeom's words and understand his feelings.
The alpha cleared his throat. “Yugyeom?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love Bambam? As more than a friend or packmate?”
“Yes.”
Jaebum but his lip. “Have you guys… are these feelings mutual?”
“It’s... complicated.” Yugyeom confessed.
“Have either of you acted on these feelings?”
Yugyeom looked at his lap, bright red hair covering his face from Jaebum’s view. A sniffle sounded from the beta.
“...yes.”
Jaebum’s heart skipped a beat at the implications. Suddenly, things started to become much clearer.
The alpha suddenly felt like everything was just hectic. “Is that why… Bambam-“
“I don’t know,” Yugyeom cut him off. “I don’t know.”
Jaebum closed his eyes. His breathing was becoming erratic; not from anger but, moreso, disappointment. He had this similar conversation months ago at the beginning of summer break- asking both Yugyeom and Bambam, separately, if they had romantic feelings for each other. They both answered “maybe”. He asked them both if they’ve ever acted on it. Both said “no”. He asked them both if they would ever act on it. They both said they were scared for different reasons.
The alpha knew that, yeah, he wasn’t told the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Jaebum knew they’re friendship wouldn’t always just be a friendship. The two youngest were too.. together to not be together. Everyone in the pack knew this- everyone in the whole world knew this. And with Bambam’s recent visit to the clinic and the omega forcing both Jinyoung and Jaebum to keep their mouths shut about what was discovered, Jaebum could put two and two together.
“Let’s go home.” Jaebum stood up. He needed to figure this situation out, now.
“Why?” The youngest whined out, frowning his lips. “I don’t want to.”
Jaebum sighed. “You don’t have to talk to Bambam or anyone else; but you’re not running away,” Jaebum grabbed both of their bags on his way to the exit. He shut down the computer switched the lights off. He didn’t bother looking behind him to see if the young beta followed him- the famous whine of protest was right behind him.
The alpha ignored it all the way to the car. He stuffed their bags in the backseat and hoped in the driver's seat. Yugyeom was already seated on the passenger's side, arms crossed, head against the window, lips pouted.
“When we get home, shower, eat, then sleep. I won’t make you talk to anyone tonight or tomorrow morning. But, tomorrow, we are having a family dinner. And you will talk. So will Bambam.”
Yugyeom opened his mouth to protest, but Jaebum cut him off. “I don’t care. We will figure this out together. This situation will be handled before the semester starts. And you will cooperate. Understood?”
“Yes, alpha.”
The car ride home was dead silent.
There hasn't been a lot of 2jae. 2jae will be back soon. Tell me what you guys think! I love hearing from you guys. <3
pairings: im jaebum x choi youngjae, other pairings
In Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum was the perfect alpha- handsome, protective, grounded, and took care of his small pack very well. But too bad Jaebum doesn’t think he’s the perfect omega- or any omega, for that matter
or, the one where Jaebum thinks a mate will just be a distraction rather than a blessing
**five**six**seven**
Jaebum didn’t think he could hate himself more than he did at this moment. He went against every promise and oath he had made within himself, completely disregarded who he was and why he was it.
It didn’t make the least bit of sense to him. How could this one omega make him turn against the grain so easily? And, yea, Jaebum could pick up from this predicament that Youngjae, obviously, wasn’t just some omega. He couldn’t explain how, but he knew. Youngjae couldn’t be some omega- it wouldn’t be logical if he wasn’t. No other omega had ever had such a tempting heat. No other omega had broken Jaebum out of his routine. No other person has made Jaebum red in the face with happiness. It was sappy and weird and definitely not who Jaebum saw himself to be.
When his knot had finally shrunk enough for him to pull out of the omega without waking him, he awkwardly did so. He had hurried and put on his clothes and stealthy walked out of the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.
As he carefully made his way towards the front door, he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Jaebum closed his eyes, cursing to himself. He prayed the omega hadn’t woken up and caught him. That would be awkward. It could’ve only been one person- whom Jaebum knew, probably, wasn’t very fond of him right about now.
“Where are you going?” Mark’s voice cut through the silence. Jaebum let out a small sigh of relief. It wasn’t that much better that it was Mark, but it really was.
“Home.” Jaebum was still facing the door.
He hears Mark sigh. “We should... talk.”
“About what? There’s nothing t-“
“You and I both know there is,” Mark sounded irritated and like he wasn’t going to let Jaebum leave that easily. Jaebum turned to face the beta. “He’s too… easy when it comes to you. You know that right?”
Jaebum just looked at him, face unmoving and emotionless. What did he mean by that?
“Come with me.” Mark stated walking towards the living room, opening the sliding door that led to the balcony. Jaebum followed, reluctantly. He wanted to go home. To the safety of his own pack- where he knew he was wanted.
The beta was leaning against the railing, looking toward the city. Jaebum stood next to him.
“He’s had the biggest crush on you since forever,” Mark started. “He had complete heart eyes for you. I never understood why.”
“He doesn’t now?” Jaebum’s heart felt a little heavy at that thought.
“Oh, please, of course he does,” Mark scoffed. “It sickens me how head over heels he is for you. It’s not fair to him.”
“Why… How is not fair?”
“Because you don’t care.”
Jaebum was ready to defend himself. How dare Mark say that? Who was he? He didn’t know anything. He had no right to say Jaebum didn’t care. He opened his mouth to protest, but Mark quickly spoke up. “He’s spent his whole college career with his eyes on you 24/7. He’s looked at no one else for affection but you. And it’s absolutely ridiculous. He’s such a beautiful omega, a sweetheart, the sun that shines when nothing else does. He deserves everything. But he doesn’t want everything. He’s always only wanted you.”
Jaebum didn’t know how to feel. If his heart was heavy before, it weighs a thousand tons now. There was lump in his throat, and it’s not that he wanted to cry; but because, in some weird way, Mark’s word had too much weight to them that Jaebum wasn’t ready to carry. He wanted to say something, but closed his mouth when he realized there was nothing for him to say.
“I say you don’t care because that what it looks and feels like- at least to me. He means alot to me. We’ve always been there for each other. And you probably don’t care, but he… he, at one point, really was the sun when the sky was dark, for me.” Mark paused. Jaebum turned his head to look at him, but the beta was turned the other way. Jaebum looked back forward.
“You never even glanced his way. You were always wrapped up in your own head- too oblivious. It was the little things he did for you. He would always come home and go on and on about you smiling at the note he left on the piano in the practice room. Or how whenever he brought desserts for the music classes, he’d make sure the teacher gave you the strawberry shortcake. And then he’d complain about how that one time he brought peach cobbler and you hadn’t eaten any by the end of the day. How ironic,” Jaebum smiled sourly. “But he alway, always, did something for you. And you never as so much gave him a look. He looked pathetic to everyone for you. And I told him to stop so many times. But he was so happy whenever you reacted to his… gifts. I shouldn’t have let him continue.”
It was silent. The air wasn’t tense, but something else. Whatever it was, was putting Jaebum in a somber mood. He couldn’t understand why Mark was telling him these things, confiding in him about this.
“If you want me to leave him alone… then I will.” Jaebum didn’t realize what had poured out his mouth before it was too late.
Mark looked at him with alert eyes. “Don’t you dare do that. I have almost enough nerve to push you back into his room and help him with rest of his heat.”
Jaebum’s could feel the blood rushing to his face. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Do you… do you think you imprinted on him?”
“That doesn’t happen nowadays. We’re not like our ancestors.”
“Just because it doesn’t happen often doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen at all. Whenever I think about why he would vie after you so strongly, I can only think that he imprinted on you or vice versa. If it was just a crush he would’ve out grown it by now.”
“I don’t know much about imprinting. I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel.”
“No one does,” Mark sighs, resting his head against the palm of his hand. “I don’t hate you, Jaebum. But you make it hard to like you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For?”
Jaebum sighed. He looked down at all the people walking on the sidewalk. “I don’t want to ruin him. I don’t know why I don’t like to admit it, but… Youngjae means more to me than I can comprehend. I wish he didn’t.”
“That’s harsh.”
“It is, but it’s the truth. Like you said, he deserves everything and some. I don’t thi-“
“If you’re planning to say you can’t give him that, you are utterly mistaken, young sire. What he wants is what he deserves. He’s been a good enough person to have that; he been more than a good person.”
It was Jaebum’s turn to look away. This all sucked. This weird, deep conversation he was having with Mark was the last thing he expected to happen. He didn’t even know Mark all that well, and it threw Jaebum off that he trusted Mark so easily. Maybe it was because the beta had trusted him. Mark told him things that gave Jaebum a new perspective- one from an outsider looking in. One who knew Youngjae better than Youngjae knew himself. If anyone knew what would be best for Youngjae, Jaebum was sure it was Mark, if it wasn’t the omegas parents themselves.
And Jaebum cherished this conversation with Mark. The older man was more introspective than Jaebum thought- and for that, he was silently grateful. He told him things Youngjae would probably never dare to disclose or acknowledge. Jaebum found himself finding it a little unfair to Youngjae that he now knew more about the younger than Youngjae knew about Jaebum. In all their shared conversations, they had shared equal amounts of information about themselves. Their conversations had all been safe and, for the most part, trivial. But now Jaebum was ahead and that was freaky. Jaebum didn’t want to feel like Youngjae wasn’t on the same level as him. He couldn’t explain it.
Maybe because, now, he knows that in more ways than one, he had been unfair to Youngjae longer than he hasn’t.
“I’m not… Just because he wants and deserves me doesn’t mean I deserve him.” Jaebum confessed.
“Who hurt you?” Mark turned his body fully towards Jaebum. “I don’t know your story, and I don’t really care for it right now, but if it’s you Youngjae wants, then it’s you Youngjae deserves. You have flaws and demons just like the rest of us. I may seem to put Youngjae on a high perch as the sun and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely unscathed. He has his baggage. I’m sure you do, too. If you want him, and he wants you… then have him. And take care of him.”
Mark walked away, leaving the sliding door open. Before he went to far, he turned back and gazed at Jaebum. An emotion shined in his eyes for a long second, but Jaebum couldn’t make out what exactly Mark was conveying. That frustrated him a bit.
“If you decide to leave, come back. Care about him a little more.”
Jaebum left their apartment. He promised himself he’d come back. Besides, if he didn’t promise himself, Jaebum knew he’d come eventually.
Youngjae’s heat went by faster than he thought. It was considerably harder not having a companion to fuck him through it, but the easy part was over.
Youngjae wasn’t one to be embarrassed by the fact that he was completely heartbroken. He wore his heart halfway showing on his sleeve, but with Jaebum, it was always on full display.
The omega had enough sense to admit to himself that, Yes, he was sorely hurt by Jaebum’s absence when he woke up. He could admit that the thought of Jaebum knotting him over and over was what got him through his heat. He could, also, admit that he was mad at himself for thinking about Jaebum every waking moment after.
It was his natural, and first, reaction to be angry and lonely. And, yea, it did occur to him that Jaebum’s mind was clouded by his heat just as much as his own; but Jaebum got to leave with no repercussions to his part in Youngjae’s hurt. A malicious part of Youngjae wanted to hate the alpha. That part of him wanted Youngjae to show up at Jaebum’s door step and just give Jaebum a taste of his own medicine. But, the better part of him couldn’t, wouldn’t do that.
So, he toughed out the trip to the school in Nevada with a smile on his face. He helped present the sister school program to the American school easily as if he did it everyday. No one on the trip had said anything about him seeming off, so Youngjae counted it as a win for not letting Jaebum ruin the trip for him.
Youngjae didn’t want Jaebum to be the one ruin things.
School would be resuming two weeks after Youngjae returned from America. He and Mark put in their temporary resignation for working at the cafe for the season, which was routine for the past couple of years. Only thing different this time was that Mark wouldn’t be returning to work at the cafe. It was his last year at the university; at least of what his scholarship paid for.
When Youngjae and Mark had left their bosses office, Youngjae couldn’t help but look at the schedule on the wall. Jaebum was clocked in, probably working with the dogs in the back right now. It was a fact that Youngjae missed Jaebum. He wanted to go and talk to him. He wasn’t angry anymore. He’s learned from their past falling outs that it was always easily resolved when they just talked to each other. It irritated Youngjae how big the whole in his heart felt because Jaebum wasn’t around. Did Jaebum feel the same? Was he having a hard time? Probably not. If he was hurting, he would’ve came to Youngjae by now. But Youngjae hadn’t gone to Jaebum, either.
The omega was tempted to go and show face. He wanted to see Jaebum.
Mark tugged his arm before he could entertain the idea anymore.
It was a week and half before school started when he talked to Jaebum again.
Youngjae was at the park that was placed in the middle of his apartment complex. It was spacious enough for kids to play and dogs, too. It wasn’t luxurious by any means, but it was just enough for the residents living in the apartments.
He was just sitting with his precious Coco, enjoying the nice weather. Youngjae felt bad the past couple of days for leaving the puppy inside the house often lately. He and Mark both have been busy getting their schedules and such ready for school that they neither of them have had a moment to spend some quality time with Coco. It probably looked and sounded silly for Youngjae to attach such lively emotions like loneliness to the dog, but that’s who Youngjae was. He had been feeling lonely lately, himself; and who better to cheer him up (besides Mark) than Coco, herself?
Youngjae layed on his back, looking up at the bright, cloudy sky. Coco was sprawled out by his side, bathing in the sun. Youngjae had taken a few photos of her and uploaded them on his sns accounts. Of course, they received tons of love.
The omega felt peaceful. The background noise of kids playing on the big toy, wind lightly breezing by, the mumble of traffic on the street- it was all soothing. The sky was pretty, too. Youngjae had been looking up at it for maybe half an hour now and he had found all sorts of shapes and faces and words. It distracted from the hurt he felt in his heart. Youngjae felt good.
Then, Youngjae smelled something different in the air. Something familiar. The scent grew closer. Youngjae was too lazy to turn his head and look for who the particular scent could belong to; so he closed his eyes instead to focus on recognizing the scent. And by the time the owner of the scent had sat down next to him, Youngjae finally pinpointed who the scent belonged to.
Fucking Im Jaebum. Youngjae let out the deepest sigh in his life.
“I… How have you been?” Jaebum began after a silent greeting passed by them. Youngjae didn’t respond verbally, but he opened his eyes and made eye contact with the alpha.
Jaebum got the message. “Stupid question, I know. I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Youngjae sat up, crossing his legs.He was facing the opposite way of Jaebum, still having a clear view of his face. They were facing each other. “I hope you realize that you have quite a lot of apologizing to do.”
“I do,” Jaebum looked down at his lap. “I know I probably hurt you in more ways than one-”
“You didn’t physically hurt me, if that’s what you were afraid-”
“That’s not what I meant.” the older of the two said with frustrations laced in his voice, cheeks tinted at what the omega had implied. “I just need you to let me talk right now. I’ve been listening to everyone else lately and I just need to let you know what’s going on. You deserve that much and some. And I want to talk- to you. I want you to know.”
Youngjae looked at him for long moment. Youngjae had planned to be the one talking the next time he saw Jaebum. But, Youngjae wanted to know. Jaebum left him with a lot of unanswered questions that he was dying to have answered. Youngjae decided that maybe Jaebum would answer these questions. Youngjae decided to listen.
“Okay. I’ll listen.”
Jaebum looked up at the younger in surprise. “Really?”
“Did you expect me to say ‘no’?”
“No, I just- I thought… nevermind. It’s not important.” Jaebum shook his head. He breathed in and out before he started to talk. “You mean alot to me, Youngjae. It sounds silly and ridiculous, but it’s true. I don’t know how to explain it or how to feel about it, really. It’s really… new for me. I don’t know how to handle all these new feelings or how to handle you.”
“I’m too much?”
Jaebum widened his eyes. “No! That’s not what I meant,” he calmed himself. “I don’t want to fuck it up, for a lack of better terms. I’ve been in a relationship before but none of them started from feelings like the ones I have for you. It doesn’t make sense when I say them out loud, but it’s true.” Jaebum could sit here for hours and talk about how he didn’t understand his own newfound feelings for the omega next to him, but he had another reason for being here, he reminded himself.
“I’m sorry, Youngjae. For leaving you… and not coming back.”
Youngjae wasn’t expecting this. He didn’t think Jaebum was going to apologize; or bare his feelings so easily.
“You did come back.”
“Not soon enough.”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” Youngjae huffed. Of course he’d go against the devil on his shoulder telling him to stay to his true feelings. “I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt to not have heard from you after you, uhm, helped me. It broke my heart. I won’t lie.”
“I figured as much. I didn’t expect it to, but, it hurt me, too.”
“I can find it in my heart to forgive you- just a small, little bit. But I don’t trust you anymore.”
That hurt more than anything to hear, for Jaebum.
“I want… I want to try. I won’t understand this on my own- us, I mean. Can we try?”
Youngjae had a small smile on his face. “We can.”
“Bammie, you’ll be alright.” Jinyoung petted the young omegas hair, comfortingly. Bambam currently had his face stuffed in Jinyoung’s chest, eyes red and puffy, and nose runny. There was a wet patch where he was laying, and Jinyoung would complain about it if it weren’t for the vulnerable state Bambam was in.
At first, after Bambam’s last heat, it seemed like things could only go up. The omega was back to his normal self, if not, surprisingly, happier. He was back to causing trouble with his one and only partner-in-crime, Yugyeom (of course, they made up after the whole heat debacle. they also died each other’s hair. Bambam a bright red, Yugyeom a bright yellow. Ketchup and Mustard, respectively.). No one in the pack really thought twice about Bambam’s switch that seemed to flip; except for Jinyoung.
He ignored his own inner voice telling him that it was abnormal for Bambam to jump from A to Z so quickly. He was always very skeptical and cynical about everything, so Jinyoung dismissed himself. Obviously, his gut was telling him right- that he should have been worried about Bambam’s abrupt change in behavior.
Because here they were: Bambam suddenly feeling… sad, again. About what? Jinyoung didn’t know. He’d been gone all day. And when he came home, asked Jackson where Bambam was and got the reply “he’s been in his room all day”, Jinyoung was perplexed. Then he knocked on the omegas door. He got no response, so he welcomed himself in and found Bambam sitting on the floor, head against the wall, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders, tears silently falling down his face. Jinyoung called his name and got no response. Out of instinct, the older bent down and cuddled the omega, who quietly burst into tears.
And that’s how they ended up here, for the last hour.
Jinyoung didn’t ask any questions. Although he had a million and one, it wasn’t appropriate. He stayed silent the whole time, theorizing in his head way could possibly be going on with the red headed omega in his arms. He had some conclusions that seemed mostly, possibly right- but he wouldn’t assume anything. He needed to talk to Bambam, but he was too sensitive right now.
Every time he’d ask Bambam the simplest of questions, he’d get either a sniffle or silence as an answer. He wanted to be frustrated with the boy, but Jinyoung was too empathetic for that right now.
“Bambam-ah,” Jinyoung cooed. “Have you eaten today?”
Bambam shook his head after letting out a couple of sniffles. Jinyoung sighed. It had to be past five by now. “We should go eat.”
Bambam shook his head.
“Why not? You’ve been dormant and in this room for quite awhile. You must be starving.”
Bambam didn’t respond at all. Jinyoung sighed, again.
Jinyoung retreated back to rubbing the omegas back and shoulders as they cuddled, noting to ask again in another twenty minutes.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Jinyoung let them know it was okay to come in. He could smell the familiar alpha peppermint smell coming from behind the door.
“Hey,” Jaebum smiled, peeking into the dark room. “How are you guys doing? What’s going on?” The alpha didn’t sound intrusive. His voice was soft and curious. Jackson must’ve told him that something was very wrong.
Jinyoung gave a tired smile. “Bambam is.. not feeling so well. I’ve been with him for awhile now.” Jinyoung was tired. Not of Bambam, but just in general. His butt was numb from laying in one spot on the bed for so long, his eyes kept drooping closed, but he’d open them when he caught himself dozing off. Jinyoung wanted to be awake and there for Bambam if in the case he needed something.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Jaebum approached the bed. He sat down next to where Bambam’s legs were resting. The alpha hesitated to rub his hands over the omegas legs for comfort. He looked up at Jinyoung, mouthing “is he nesting?”
Jinyoung shook his head. It didn’t seem like he was nesting, at least.
“Bambam-ah… it’s Jaebum-hyung.” Jaebum whispered. Bambam shifted just the slightest bit to get a better view of the new person in the room. “What’s going on, Bammie?”
Bambam just stared at him. Jinyoung sighed for the hundredth time.
“I don’t know.”
Jinyoung and Jaebum both looked at Bambam, surprised. Jinyoung was surprised because he’s been here a whole hour poking for a verbal response from the omega; and he responded to Jaebum’s one, simple question? Hell no. Completely not fair.
Jinyoung cleared his throat, which was extremely dry, and nodded toward Jaebum- a silent plea to continue coaxing Bambam into talking. Jaebum nodded back.
“What do you mean?”
“I just… I wanna go home, b-but I don’t wanna leave…” Bambam started to hiccup toward the end of his sentence. Jinyoung smoothed his hand down his back.
“Do you wanna go visit your mom?”
“...Maybe?” Bambam sniffled into Jinyoung's neck, looking desperately for the familiar rosey scent. He and Jinyoung both had earthy scents, so naturally, Bambam found comfort in Jinyoung’s arms.
“Okay,” Jaebum nodded. “Let’s get you something to eat, run a bath, then sleep, Yeah? We can go visit her first thing tomorrow.” Jaebum patted Bambam’s leg in encouragement.
Jinyoung sat up, lifting the red head with him. Bambam curled more into Jinyoung, but he didn’t protest him sitting up.
Jinyoung mouthed to Jaebum to go get him something to eat and that he could handle it from here. Jaebum left the room soon after, leaving Jinyoung alone with Bambam. He looked down at where the omega had stuffed his face in the crook of Jinyoung’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, hiccuping every now and then. Jinyoung let him collect himself, keeping his arms around him, rubbing up and down, leaving small kisses on the top of his head. It took maybe a few minutes for Bambam to rise and show his face, which was puffy and red and wet all over. Jinyoung brushed his hands over the youngest face to rid some of the lone tears on his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jinyoung’s heart ached a bit to see Bambam so sad. He wanted to take whatever pain he had away. But he couldn’t; not if he didn’t know what was going on in the young omegas head. The unknown of such worries the older the more he thought about it.
Jinyoung ran a bath for Bambam, and sat outside the door, per Bambam’s request. He helped him get dressed and make his way to the kitchen, keeping an arm around Bambam’s shoulders. Jinyoung’s motherly, omega instincts wanted him to feed the grown pup in front of him, but he sat on his hands to resist. He reminded himself that Bambam could very well feed himself and wasn’t completely broken.
It was obvious Bambam had little to no appetite; by the time they had been sitting at the table for twenty minutes, Bambam had only eaten two full spoonfuls of the stew Jaebum warmed up for him. Jinyoung was progressively becoming more and more… frustrated. He didn’t know what was happening or how to help the omega. He didn’t want to poke and prod or force Bambam to give him answers, so he all he could do was worry.
“Bambam-ah,” Jinyoung cleared his throat. Bambam looked up at him. “I… I love you and I’ll always be here for you. We all will. I’ll never judge you or shun you. I’ll always support you, no matter what. Come to me, whenever. Okay?” Jinyoung hoped the reassurance would reach Bambam.
Bambam nodded his head, and looked back down at his still full bowl.
“Say it out loud.”
“Okay.”
“Look at me.”
Bambam looked into Jinyoung’s eyes. “Okay. I know and I understand.”
Jinyoung cuddled Bambam to sleep that night. Bambam was grateful he did.
“... so, yeah, I guess we’re cool now.” Youngjae finished explaining to Mark how his day went, of course skipping everything else and told him straight away that he and Jaebum talked today.
Mark looked at Youngjae, saying a million words in his expression. Three of them being “are you serious?”. They were sitting on the floor in their small living room, eating take out on their coffee table, some French movie playing in the background (which didn’t make sense because neither of them spoke French. Whatever).
Mark only let out a deep sigh and tossed his food around with his chopsticks a bit, acting as if Youngjae hadn’t just told him a whole story. Youngjae knew what Mark was doing.
“Hey,” Youngjae smacked the betas arm, “What’s wrong?”
Mark made a noise, “Nothin.”
“Hyung, it’s obviously something.”
“Yeah,” Mark sighed, “It is something- but it’s nothing haven’t told you before. You’ll do what you wanna do anyways.” Mark slouched back against the couch. He sounded dejected at the end of his sentence and Youngjae wouldn’t let him end the conversation that early.
“Then tell me what’s wrong. Do you not like him or something? I thought you guys got along, but if that’s not the case, we can all-“
“That’s not it, Youngjae-yah.” Mark slammed his chopsticks down, causing Youngjae to flinch at the sudden outburst.
“What is it?” Youngjae’s small voice cut through the silence, shaking near the end.
Mark took a deep breath. He was starting to turn the very lightest shade of pink. Mark seldom got angry, so Youngjae was understandably a little worried on what was making the beta so upset.
“You two are so… I’m not saying to not be together or whatever but your feelings and attitude towards him is so… so malleable. It’s scary.” Mark looked back up at Youngjae. Youngjae looked away.
“It’s not healthy, Youngjae-yah. It’s not. I know he’s all you’ve ever wanted and I’ve told you before to be careful- and every time, you said that you would be. And now that he’s here, in you life or whatever, you’re not being careful. You’re acting desperate.”
“I am not desperate,” Youngjae whipped back.
Seeming desperate was Youngjae’s number one insecurity. He grew up looking for subtle praise from everybody. It was a low point about himself that only few understood about him. Mark was one of them.
“How dare you say I’m desperate? That’s so mean, hyung.” The omega swallowed a lump in his throat. It hurt for one of his favorite people in the world to take such a low blow.
Mark widened his eyes in realization. “Youngjae-yah, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize wha-“
“No, I know exactly what you were saying,” Youngjae huffed. Mark was making him mad. “Instead of just opening my legs for him, should I have multiple coming in and out the door, like a certain somebody? That way I don’t seem thirst for only his attention? Huh?”
Youngjae had no idea where that came from. He didn’t think he was that angry or defensive.
Youngjae felt stupid. Now he was the one taking low blows. He took the lowest blow.
The omega slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and staring at the beta next to him. Mark was staring back, eyes slowly glazing over, lips shaking. They both couldn’t believe what had come out the youngers mouth. The room was dead silent, the french movie playing silent credits, both boys breathing heavily. Youngjae’s heart was pounding with how scared he was. Of what? Nothing particular, besides the fact that this feeling between the two, the tension and disbelief, had never existed before.
None of their arguments had ever escalated so quickly. Or been so personal.
Mark was the first one to move. He stood up and turned to walk towards the door. Youngjae followed him, muttering “I’m sorry”’s to the older, but they fell on deaf ears. Mark slipped his shoes on, said “don’t bother calling”, and left Youngjae staring at the door he had just exited through.
Youngjae had never felt a heartbreak so crushing like this. His best friend, his brother, had just walked out on him. This was different from the other times. The other times were planned and with the promise that he’d come back. That promise didn’t exist here. Mark left because Youngjae didn’t think before he spoke. Because he was so defensive when all Mark was doing was what he was supposed to do; be there for Youngjae. All Mark did was care. And what did Youngjae do? He said “fuck you” to Marks face and now Mark was gone- all because of Youngjae.
Youngjae didn’t bother calling the beta. He did cry himself to sleep, in front of their door. He did wake up the next morning to Coco licking his face. He didn’t smile. He was sad. He wanted Mark to come back.
pairings: im jaebum x choi youngjae, other pairings
In Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum was the perfect alpha- handsome, protective, grounded, and took care of his small pack very well. But too bad Jaebum doesn’t think he’s the perfect omega- or any omega, for that matter
or, the one where jaebum thinks a mate will just be a distraction rather than a blessing
**four**five**six**
warning: this chapter contains smut.
Youngjae’s trip to the clinic seemed trigger something. The tell-tale signs of his impending heat were becoming more and more obvious and apparent when he got home and continued into the next day.
He was lightly producing slick during work, and Mark will always teasing him that he oh so coincidentally slicked up when he just so happened to be around Jaebum. Youngjae would’ve been upset with the beta if he wasn’t so worried that said alpha had smelled his heat. Jaebum has said before he didn’t have the best of noses- but Youngjae had no way of telling if Jaebum’s nose was as bad as he made it out to be.
He also hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, his body rejecting food and liquids alike. It was in an omegas biology to detox before a heat, it’s way of conserving healthy fat and energy.
As he worked on Friday, he was just waiting for his heat to finally break. Youngjae was going insane because of this waiting game. At the point, he didn’t give two shits of his heat broke at work; he wanted this heat to happen now, for it to be done and over with.
But it hadn’t and that only made the omega more frustrated. He avoided Jaebum after the morning incident where he first unintentionally slicked up around him (and all the other alphas they worked with), and really just waited anxiously for anything to happen. And when his work day ended, and his heat hadn’t shown its face, Youngjae was ready to just hop on any alpha’s knot to induce his heat (he blamed these thoughts on his heat).
So, now, Youngjae was laying flat on the couch in his living room, staring at the wall that had various pictures of Mark, himself, and their families and friends.
It was all very nostalgic. He didn’t do it on purpose, but he just started to let his mind drift to all the memories he had with Mark. Like when Mark first moved to Korea his junior year, speaking barely any Korean and Youngjae had helped him (because Youngjae was a sweetheart). Or, when he met Mark’s parents, who moved away from their pack in America because of reasons Youngjae wouldn’t know until he went university, and they had been the sweetest people Youngjae had met (besides his own parents). Or, when Youngjae had tripped over his calculus textbook after kicking it and Mark took a photo of them in the ambulance as Youngjae groaned in pain from a broken toe. Or, how he and Mark and Kihyun had first lived together in the beta/omega dorm and religiously took pictures whenever they were drunk. Youngjae would have to call Kihyun soon.
And then Youngjae was bored. All he wanted was his heat to fucking break already.
He could get up and cook, but there was nobody there to eat it. Maybe grocery shopping? No, it was Mark’s turn. He could call Kihyun- but he joined a pack and probably doesn’t even remember Youngjae. Okay, he probably does remember; they still had vocal performing arts together.
In the end, Youngjae was scrolling through social media, Coco cuddled up on his stomach, not liking anyone’s posts if it didn’t have a dog included.
After sitting in silence for a long while, the door burst open. Youngjae jumped at the loud noise and peeked over the couch and oh goodness his virgin eyes saw Mark and Jackson intensely making out, pulling each other’s clothes off as they stumbled in. He could hear the smacks from their kissing, and some weird side of him was hoping he would get turned on enough from the two attractive males making out for his heat to break.
Youngjae was really hitting rock bottom with this whole heat thing.
He waited a bit to see if said theory would work. It didn’t.
“Are you guys gonna take you spit-swapping to the room or…?” Youngjae piped up. He was virtually ignored, but Mark gave him a side glance, smirking.
“Call Jaebum and you might get some dick of your own.” Jackson pulled back from where he was kissing Mark’s neck to gasp and look back and forth between the beta and Youngjae. Mark stopped him from responding by resuming making out with him.
Youngjae rolled his eyes. He turned back around and the sounds of intense kissing got further away, a door slam following it. Youngjae huffed and flopped back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Two or so hours passed and Youngjae’s heat still hadn’t showed its ugly face. The most eventful thing that happened were the sounds of the alpha-beta sex going on in said betas room, Mark coming out to get a bottle of some american alcohol, and going back into his room. And that was an hour ago. Youngjae thought maybe he should go out somewhere before he went crazy; but that’d be too dangerous with his heat so close. He didn’t want to deal with all the territorial alphas and the problems that would cause. Youngjae would prefer Jaebum to be the only alpha to get that way about him.
He played with the idea to call Jaebum. That would be risky- but that could also be what he needed for his heat to break.
Youngjae decided that the reward was greater than the risk and grabbed his phone from where it was charging. He was surprised to see Jaebum had already texted him.
‘Are you busy? There’s a pull-in movie showing on campus’
That was sent fifteen minutes ago. Youngjae didn’t feel comfortable going out in public, but maybe…
‘I don’t really feel like going out tonight. You could come over? Jackson is here.’
Youngjae started to feel the same nerves he felt the night of the party. Even though that was two months ago and they moved past that, this had the same risk factor- if not more. Now he was about to go into heat and Jaebum could easily trigger it. And who knows what would ensue after that.
‘Sure.’
That’s all Youngjae had to read before he was texting Jaebum his address.
Mark and Jackson had joined Youngjae in the living room, setting up for a movie night. Apparently, Jaebum had texted Jackson he’s coming over and that, for some odd reason, excited the younger alpha.
Youngjae already knew why that excited Mark, if his playful glances and knowing smirk were anything to go by as they moved around the house.
“Do you have anything to do with this?” Mark nudged Youngjae as they waited for the microwave to finish popping the popcorn.
“He asked me.” Youngjae defended.
Mark sucked his teeth. “Sure.” He said, sarcastically. Youngjae slapped his shoulder. “I’m being honest. I told him I didn’t feel like going out so we decided it’d be convenient enough to stay in- and besides, Jackson-hyung is here already, so, why not?”
Mark still had a grin on his face. “Isn’t your heat about to break anyways?”
Youngjae turned his eyes towards the microwave. A minute and five seconds left.
“Hm,” Mark observed. “So sneaky, Youngjae. So what’s the plan? Do you want me to make an excuse to get Jackson and I out the way?” He teased.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s okay,” Mark patted Youngjae’s hair, mockingly. “Hyung will take care of everything for you.”
Before Youngjae had the chance to respond, the microwave beeped and Mark had skipped away. Youngjae let out a deep sigh and opened the microwave a little bit more aggressively than he intended. Mark was so unpredictable in every way possible that Youngjae had no idea what crap he would pull tonight. He didn’t really care that Mark had “a plan”, but he was definitely nervous of what shenanigans this plan could possibly include.
Youngjae’s phone dinged on the counter. Jaebum had texted him.
‘On my way up :)’
Youngjae hoped this didn’t turn into a complete shitshow.
It turned out to become a shit show. Because as soon as Jaebum entered their house, Youngjae’s heat did indeed break. If Jaebum had noticed, he didn’t say anything. Jackson surely did. And Mark, too.
Youngjae could smell the musky, minty scent as soon as Jaebum had reached their floor. He could feel butterflies in his stomach and his palms get sweaty.
Youngjae got weak in the knees when Jaebum arrived at their door.
Youngjae practically passed out when Mark welcomed him inside. And then he laid eyes on him.
Youngjae was a hair away from overheating, his body temperature went up a good five degrees.
Then Youngjae didn’t even say ‘hello’ when Jaebum had acknowledged him; he just opened his mouth and awkwardly made his way to his bedroom. He didn’t even speed walk or look away- he kept his eyes on Jaebum and slowly walked backwards towards his room. Youngjae tried to take his eyes off Jaebum, but it felt as if some force greater than him kept him from looking away. He could feel wet patch forming in his jeans, a heavy need to fuck churning in his stomach.
And when Youngjae did make it to his room, and felt his heat surely taking over, he started to panic.
“Youngjae-yah? You alright?” He heard Mark’s voice through the door. Youngjae couldn’t even respond. It was getting harder to breath and fuck he really was about to jump someone’s bones because the need for something, anything in him was growing steadily and rapidly.
The omega wiped the sweat forming on his forehead off. “No. I-I… hyung, it’s…” Youngjae couldn’t even finish his sentence. The burn was spreading too quickly. It was pleasurably painful. Youngjae couldn’t figure out if he liked it or not.
“Can I come in?” Youngjae only groaned in response. Mark knew him well enough to take that as a “Yes”.
When Mark entered, Youngjae’s sweet, peachy smell was strong. Mark needed to help Youngjae and fast. He could tease the omega all day about his heat and how he invited Jaebum over, but the younger needed his help. He couldn’t let the omega be seen like this: flustered and desperate.
“Youngjae-yah,” Mark approached the omega, who was bent over, one hand on his knee, the other caressing his lower abdomen. “What do you need?”
“Al-alpha’s kn-knot…” Mark should’ve expected that.
Mark disregarded his answer. “Do you think you can take of yourself, then join us? Jaebum is still here.” After he said it, Mark realized how stupid it was to mention Jaebum at a moment like this. Dammit.
Youngjae whipped around towards Mark, his eyes glazed over and glowing. “Bring him to me.” There was some type of growl hinting underneath his voice. Mark shook his head.
“You know I can’t do that.” Mark warned.
“Yes, you can. And you will or so help me goddess I’ll go out there and get his knot myself.” The initial shock of his heat must be over because he’s no longer stuttering. Mark rubbed the omegas back in warning.
“Youngjae-yah…”
“Hyung, please. Just tell him to come…” Youngjae fell to the ground as his body started to produce more slick and cower with the need for a knot. “Tell him to come here. Don’t say anything else.”
“Youngj-“
“Please, hyung. Just, please, just get him.”
Mark reluctantly returned to the living room, where Jaebum and Mark were both lounging on the couch. Jaebum seemed completely oblivious to the omega in heat in the room next door compared to Jackson- who was red in the face and holding a pillow very tightly against his lap.
“Jaebum-ah.” Mark called. Jaebum looked back towards Mark, a small smile on his face.
“Youngjae would like to see you.” Every fiber of Mark’s being told him no, stop, don’t but he didn’t listen. This was just a lot more forward than the plan Mark had planned in his head. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Mark couldn’t figure what was possessing him to actually send Jaebum in. Youngjae had said clear as day he wanted Jaebum. His mind was clear enough to say the sentence clearly- maybe that’s why this felt okay, even though it wasn’t.
“Is he okay?” Jaebum stood up and made his way towards Mark at the mention of Youngjae. “He kinda just… dashed off before-”
“Yeah, I know. It’s very out of his character,” Mark was hesitant about the quest he was about follow through with. “But he would like to see you, privately. His room is that way.”
The burn, the thirst was only getting worse in the most pleasant way it could. Youngjae was warm all over, his heart was beating rapidly, like it was going to leap out of his chest at some point. He could feel the wet spot in his sweat pants growing, responding to the two perfectly healthy, fertile alphas in the living room. He wanted to whimper for both of them to come and fill him up with their pups, breed him so full and knot him over and over again.
Youngjae was really getting into his heat headspace.
Jaebum was hit with the sweetest, most intoxicating smell he had ever smelled in his life when he approached Youngjae’s door. It was creeping through the cracks, and even though Jaebum had a bad nose, Youngjae’s scent was so intoxicating and lovely that he could pick it up if he put his mind to it. He could hear the heavy breaths the omega was letting out. Jaebum was smart enough to know Youngjae was in heat. He was about to turn away, realizing why Youngjae wanted to see him privately. Jaebum didn’t know what would happen once he entered that room. He had good self control, but, recently, around Youngjae, that self control went out the window - but the omega inside the room had let out a moan that rivaled that of a siren in the sea calling out to a sailor.
Jaebum couldn’t resist.
He didn’t knock or hesitate. Jaebum just opened the door, and the wind was nearly knocked out of him by Youngjae’s peachy smell alone.
The omega was down to his briefs, desperately rubbing himself, a light layer of sweat made his skin glisten, his head thrown back against the edge of his bed, neck exposed and unmarked. Jaebum had never felt this primal instinct to just straight up mark an omega. But that feeling was there now and Jaebum was having a hard time ignoring it.
Jaebum swallowed, dryly. “Youngjae-yah,”
“Alpha…” Youngjae opened his glowing eyes to slits, silently begging for the alpha. “Please…”
This was so unorthodox. Jaebum hadn’t even properly helped his own pack omegas through a heat, but here he was, ready and willing, to fuck Youngjae through his.
Jaebum would think about the consequences later. Right now, his omega needed him and who was he to deny him?
Jaebum made his way to the omega and picked him up, placing him on his bed. “Youngjae-yah, I need you to listen to me.” The omega was palming Jaebum’s torso through his shirt, mouthing at his exposed collarbone.
Youngjae already knew what he was going to say. “I’m not delirious enough to not know what’s going on. You… you can knot me a-and, fuck, just, dammit, just fucking fuck me, please, alpha.” Jaebum could accept that consent.
The alpha had only had heat sex once before and it was completely different. It was kinda counterproductive to think about another omega in heat when he had one in front of him, Jaebum didn’t even know why the hell he was thinking about that right now. Probably because he felt inexperienced to help Youngjae, right now. The omega deserved better.
Youngjae pulled Jaebum out of his moment by bringing his head down for a hasty kiss. Jaebum didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and make the kiss deeper. Their tongues danced for a few seconds before Jaebum decided to take over. He gently explored Youngjae’s mouth, putting a bit of force into it. The kiss was needy, something they both kinda didn’t know they wanted. (Well, maybe Youngjae knew he needed it.)
It was soft and careful, but needy and intense. It was exactly what Youngjae imagined kissing Jaebum to be like; perfect.
Jaebum slowly kissed down Youngjae’s jaw, making sure to lightly add suction with each peck. He wanted Youngjae to be covered in Jaebum’s marks, in his scent. Everyone will know who Youngjae spent his heat with. Who he belonged to.
Youngjae pulled at Jaebum’s shirt. “Off.” Jaebum obliged, quickly separating from where he was nipping at Youngjae’s neck and pulled his shirt off with ease. More slick pooled out of Youngjae at the sight of his toned abs and chest. Youngjae couldn’t help himself when he mouthed at the alphas collarbones, running his hands up and down the expanse of newly exposed skin. Jaebum let out a low growl at Youngjae rubbing against his scent gland, where Youngjae could easily mix his own scent with Jaebum’s.
They weren’t at that stage yet, so Jaebum pushed Youngjae to lay flat on his back before he spent too much time there.
The omega rutted his hips up against Jaebum as the alpha kissed down his neck and chest. He let out a moan when the alpha lightly bit at his right nipple. It was a sensation Youngjae didn’t know could feel so good.
He hissed in pleasure as Jaebum sucked and bit at the nub, gripping Jaebum’s black hair. “Alpha,” Youngjae moaned out as Jaebum switched to the other one, slowly grinding his hips down onto Youngjae’s dick. Youngjae moved to match his slow, steady rhythm. “Please…”
Youngjae didn’t know what he was begging for- he just needed more.
Jaebum, after sucking on Youngjae’s nips for a few more moments- which Youngjae was in absolute bliss during- moved down some more, sticking his fingers in the band of Youngjae’s briefs. He looked up at Youngjae through hooded eyes, silently asking for permission. The omega bit his swollen lips as he nodded.
Jaebum swiftly removed the piece of clothing, Youngjae’s moaned at the release of pressure against his cock. Jaebum felt a sense of satisfaction he’d never felt before as he looked down at the omega in all his naked glory.
Youngjae was such a beautiful omega. His skins was lightly tanned, he wasn’t muscular, but he was toned. Omegas’ cocks tended to be significantly smaller than an alphas’. Youngjae was no exception to that feature, but Jaebum never wanted to suck someone’s dick more than he did at that moment. Youngjae was just so pretty. Jaebum could only wonder why he wasn’t mated yet.
He kissed at Youngjae’s tip, teasing him. Youngjae let out a breathy moan at Jaebum’s mouth on his cock. The alpha had barely done anything yet- but Youngjae was deprived and needy for his alpha. Anything Jaebum have him right now, he would quickly, gratefully take.
Jaebum kissed Youngjae’s length all the way up and down, taking his time, before taking most of the omegas cock into his mouth. Youngjae let out a loud moan, the warmth of Jaebum’s mouth around his dick was so good. “Hyung,” Youngjae buried his fingers in Jaebum’s hair as the alpha started to gain a steady pace, bobbing his head up and down, making the lewdest of sounds. To anyone else, it would be unattractive. To Youngjae, it was music to his ears. It meant his alpha was taking care of him and his needs. Youngjae could cum just at the thought.
Youngjae felt something circle his hole, which was soaked in slick. He shuddered at the light sensation. The teasing touch of Jaebum’s finger circling his rim paired with the warm, wet suction around his cock was lethal. Youngjae could probably get release from the current stimulation Jaebum was giving him right then.
But Jaebum wasn’t ready to end everything this early.
After giving the omegas cock one more slow lick from the base on the underside of his cock all the way to the tip, Jaebum gave it one more sensual kiss. He then moved up to kiss Youngjae on his lips, one hand still between them, prodding at the omegas hole, the other grabbing the omegas jaw to keep his head in place as he shoved his tongue in Youngjae’s mouth. Youngjae moaned at the dominance that the alpha was asserting over him. Youngjae didn’t know if it was his biology or him that was keening at the little bit of roughness the alpha was using on him- either way, it was a total turn on.
“Hyung,” Youngjae breathed out in the short millisecond Jaebum detaches from his lips to instead nip at his neck. “I need more.”
Youngjae didn’t need to elaborate anymore for Jaebum to understand.
The alpha mouthed at Youngjae’s scent gland as he inserted two fingers into Youngjae, scissoring. The omega didn’t need to be stretched- his body did that on its own- but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel good, nonetheless.
Youngjae let out a high-pitched moan. He had fingered himself before, he’s even had his own toys inside himself, but he’s never had someone else finger him. Jaebum was definitely a lot better than anything Youngjae had ever stuck inside himself.
Jaebum pumped in and out at a slow, tantalizing speed. He only pushed in till his second knuckle. Youngjae was bucking his hips to make Jaebum give him more, but Jaebum, hand still on Youngjae’s jaw, made the omega look him straight in the eyes. “Stay still.”
Youngjae was about to cry. He couldn’t stay still- not when he needed more from his alpha. “Alpha, plea-“
Jaebum removed his hand from Youngjae’s jaw, instead giving him a hard smack on his under thigh. Youngjae tensed at the force. He loved it. “Stay still.” Jaebum repeated, still pushing his fingers in and out of Youngjae at the same slow speed.
Youngjae couldn’t even speak, he felt so good. Jaebum’s fingers were twisting and prodding at all the right places. He could feel that Jaebum’s finger tips were so close to the spot, Youngjae just wanted to move so he would graze just a little bit- but he remembered his alphas orders. But at the same time, he kinda wanted to be spanked again.
Fuck it. Youngjae moaned when he did move his hips up so one of Jaebum’s- now three- fingers barely touched right where Youngjae needed them most. He buried his head into his pillow, whimpering at the denial Jaebum was giving because next thing he knew, the alpha pulled his fingers out of Youngjae completely. Youngjae was squirming, looking for some form of touch to calm him down. He was empty and not being taken care of by his alpha and, fuck, he didn’t know why but he felt like crying at how much he was aching for Jaebum. His cock was red and angry, precum leaking out and pooling on his stomach. Youngjae needed Jaebum to touch him. The whimpers and tears coming from the omega were signs of that.
“I said to stay still,” Jaebum was on his knees, completely separated from Youngjae and staring down at his omega. Youngjae subconsciously tried to pull his legs together to cover up. Jaebum put his hands on his thighs, pushed them apart to keep him from closing them. “Pretty.” The alpha muttered under his breath.
Youngjae was blushing- he could feel Jaebum’s eyes grazing his body. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, doing his best to ignore the alpha’s stare and his own embarrassment.
Jaebum traced the omegas chest, drawing random patterns against his skin. His touch was light, arousing every sensation in Youngjae’s body. Youngjae arched his back more into Jaebum’s touch. He needed more. He needed Jaebum to fuck him.
“Hyung,” Youngjae looked up at Jaebum with those eyes. Jaebum was practically puddy in Youngjae’s hands when he had that look in his eyes. “Please… please, I-I need- it hurts, alpha.”
It really was starting to hurt. Youngjae needed a release and for Jaebum to release inside him.
Jaebum stepped off the bed, pulling down his jeans, his underwear with them. Youngjae didn’t mean to moan out loud when his eyes landed on the alpha’s cock.
“Turn over.” Youngjae did just that.
Jaebum kneaded the omegas ass. Youngjae, inadvertently, pressed down into his mattress, searching for friction against his dick. His body didn’t know if it wanted more ass action or dick action. Youngjae concludes he just wanted action.
After admiring his omega for a few more seconds in this new position, Jaebum leaned down, leaving kisses across Youngjae’s entire backside.
This was all new to Youngjae. He never had someone take such sweet time with him, or worship him in the way Jaebum was. Of course, no one had really gotten this far with him, but, still; Jaebum was bringing new emotions into this Youngjae has never felt.
It was new. It was good.
Jaebum left his final kiss on Youngjae’s fluttering, wet hole- which was virtually producing slick by the tons. Jaebum licked a long stripe over Youngjae’s entrance, making the omega moan and, if it was possible, made more blood rush down south to his cock. The burn in the omegas nether region has never been so strong and threatening.
Youngjae buckled back more into Jaebum’s mouth. The alpha was nipping and sucking at his hole, switching between slow and steady and hard and aggressive. Pleasure ran through Youngjae’s veins, tingling everywhere from Jaebum’s mouth. The omega was almost in complete euphoria and, fuck, he could probably cum just from Jaebum’s mouth.
Almost in complete euphoria.
And Youngjae doesn’t know when Jaebum pulled away and replaced his mouth with his dick, but there it was, blunt and thick against his rim.
“Is this okay, Youngjae?”
Youngjae moaned.
“I need words, Youngjae.”
“Yes, please, fuck me already.”
Jaebum obliged.
He eased in slowly, kissing along Youngjae’s shoulders and neck. The omega hissed in pleasure at the feeling of the intrusion. Jaebum let out a low growl, the feeling of warmth and wetness swallowing his cock in the most pleasant way.
Once Jaebum bottomed out, he paused to let Youngjae adjust to the feeling. The omega was letting out breathy moans, flexing around the length inside of him. As soon as Youngjae muttered “move”, Jaebum didn’t waste a second to begin rocking slowly in and out of his tight heat. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pure, unfiltered pleasure through Youngjae- going straight to his cock, mostly. Jaebum kept one hand on his waist, rubbing circles with his thumb but still keeping a tight grip; Sure to leave bruises that Youngjae was excited to see in the morning.
The alpha peppered kisses along the junction between Youngjae’s neck and shoulder, nipping ever so often. He kept his pace steady, obviously holding back. Youngjae was enjoying the care Jaebum was giving him, but he needed him to care less. He was in heat for fucks sake- he wanted the alpha to fuck him hard and thoroughly and fill him till he couldn’t no more with his seed.
Youngjae, knowing he couldn’t put what he wanted to say in proper words with the pure euphoria he was feeling at the moment basically making him speechless, lifted his hips more to meet Jaebum’s thrust. The new angle caused the alpha’s cock to graze his prostate. Youngjae let a hiss out at the sensation, moving back even more until his hips were all the way up and he was resting on his elbows. “Go harder… I, fuck, your knot, please, just go.”
Jaebum didn’t move for a moment. “Don’t hold back.” Youngjae encouraged after taking a breath and adjusting a bit. This position would egg the alpha in Jaebum to fuck like no tomorrow- at least, that’s what Youngjae hoped.
Youngjae was right.
Jaebum didn’t hold back. His thrust didn’t follow a set pattern, varying between slow and hard and fast and sharp. It was exactly what Youngjae needed. He let out a string of moans, curse words (in English and Korean), and “hyung”‘s and “alpha”’s as Jaebum fucked into him unapologetically. Youngjae was glad that Jaebum couldn’t see his face directly, as he was sure his face was covered in tears, sweat, and drool. Every jolt of Jaebum’s hips sent waves of tingles through Youngjae’s body, each more intense and pleasurable than the last. He could feel the burn and coiling in the pit of his stomach.
“Hyung, I’m… I’m gonna-“
“Me too, baby. Hang on a little.” Jaebum growled out.
Youngjae could feel the beginnings of his knot forming. It caught on Youngjae’s rim every so often, and each time it pushed the omega closer to the edge. Youngjae could feel that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, the feeling becoming too much. And without warning, he cried out when he did cum, white spraying across his torso and bed sheets. Luckily, Jaebum’s knot had fully swelled and was lodged inside the omega. He slowly collapsed on top of Youngjae, shifting to the side so that they could spoon and wait for his knot to go down more comfortably. Youngjae still was shaking from the powerful orgasm, and from the feeling of Jaebum’s knot pumping him full of the alphas seed. It was making Youngjae half hard already just thinking about it.
Jaebum nuzzled his nose into the crook of Youngjae’s neck, breathing in the sweet peachy smell. He sucked and bit playfully at the scent gland, the alpha in him wanting to mark the omega. But he knew better than that.
He knew better than that.
Shit.
He just fucked an omega that wasn’t even in his pack or he was courted to. The realization dawned on him what he just did and the consequences that could follow. Why did he ev-?
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Youngjae croaked out from beneath Jaebum. He was looking up and back at him, his eyes glazed over a little bit. Jaebum softened at the omegas gaze.
“For what?”
“You… you shouldn’t be here. What we just did… the fate we just sealed is gonna fuck a lot of shit up and, a-and I’m sorry about that…” Youngjae had tears welling up in his eyes- and Jaebum didn’t know why or how but he did too…
Because he knew exactly how Youngjae felt. He knew exactly what he was talking about.
Shit was going to hit the fan.
sooo how was that? i’m a bit rusty so yea hoepfullt it was still good. see the little bit of plot i fit in there at the end? they aint lyin though- the angst is about to make its grand entrance ;)))
pairings: im jaebum x choi youngjae, other pairings
In Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum was the perfect alpha- handsome, protective, grounded, and took care of his small pack very well. But too bad Jaebum doesn’t think he’s the perfect omega- or any omega, for that matter
or, the one where jaebum thinks a mate will just be a distraction rather than a blessing
*P**2**
Youngjae had a hard time getting ready like normal.
He didn’t know how to act or where to go or what to do. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute. The omega felt like cursing out Mark, first involved. The beta knew how much Youngjae admired and swooned over the alpha, yet he had the audacity to completely leave out the fact that he’d have to spend the good first half of his day right next to him. Mark was an evil hyung and Youngjae would remember this forever.
"You’re Youngjae, right?“ From behind him. a smooth voice interrupted his internal rant. He turned around to see. oh shit, Jaebum the Alpha. Youngjae looked at him with his mouth slightly open before quickly shutting it. He nodded his head with a goofy grin on his face. The man had only spoken three words to the boy and Youngjae could already feel his heart beating ten times the normal rate.
"Yes, that’s me.” Youngjae decided to act like he didn’t know who Jaebum was. They’ve only interacted once before, and that was when Youngjae was a freshman at their college.
"I’m Jaebum. Manager noona said you’re supposed to be training me today…?“ Jaebum sounded unsure of himself- only because Youngjae had a slight far away look in his eyes. Jaebum swung his hand in front of his face to make sure he was okay.
Youngjae was far from okay.
The omega snapped out of his haze and nodded at the alpha. "Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “I’ll be with you… I just have to, ah, get ready. You can, uh, just explore a little bit, you know… while I dress… not like actually dressing, just my apron and things, stuff, yea.”
Youngjae was pounding his head against the wall in his head when he finished the sentence. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as he realized how stupid he must’ve sounded. His first actual conversation with the alpha and he was already talking like a buffoon.
Jaebum just smiled, nodded, then walked away to who knows where. Youngjae turned back to his little locker and proceeded to actually bang his head against it- of course not as loud or hard as he did in his head.
"I’d recommend not using your flaming charisma to try and win the boy. Just from that one minute, your chances of getting alpha dick went down about nine hundred percent.“
Youngjae groaned at his hyung. Of course, Mark only let out a quiet version of his hyena like laugh, and rubbed Youngjae’s back, playfully. The younger omegas head was still against the locker, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Youngjae couldn’t understand why out of all the other people and alpha’s that could’ve had this job and his heart, it had to be the distant Im Jaebum.
Youngjae wasn’t easily intimidated by alphas and didn’t crush or chase after them that often. His mother and sister were both alphas and his dad a beta. His cousins were a good mix of the three breeds, but he always stayed close to his alpha family; particularly his older cousin, Minho- who taught him his most important life lessons when it came to not being that omega. Minho was more like a brother than a cousin. Youngjae always looked forward to seeing him whenever; and every time it was time to go home, Youngjae would always leave with a new lesson learned, adding more to his mentality that he was the best.
He never grew up with the mentality that, as an omega, he needed to chase the alpha and birth his pups.
Hell, he never even had anyone help him through his heats- just his handy dandy toy.
But, when he walked into the large auditorium freshman year at his new private international school and saw Jaebum, the upper class men, on the stage welcoming him- suddenly all he wanted to do was chase the alpha wherever he went. But Youngjae was always too scared, too far away to do so. But, when the next year came and Jaebum added one of Youngjae’s mentoree’s (he helped assist the international students, hence they did go to an international school) into his pack; Youngjae felt his chances were only getting thinner and thinner, only making his fear that he would never ever even get close to the alpha more real. And maybe he was a little jealous envious of the position Bambam got so easily that Youngjae would kill for.
"Hey,” Mark scolded. “Don’t take me seriously. Just be cool, yeah?”
"How am I supposed to be cool around the only alpha in the whole world I’ve ever lusted over?“ Youngjae pushed back and stared at Mark with his eyebrows raised. The beta only shrugged his shoulders.
"I don’t know. Offer to suck hi-”
"Mark-ssi! Can you help with the baked goods, please? Oh, and Youngjae-ssi, Jaebum will need to be trained as soon as possible. I know it’s been awhile, but you remember the essentials, right?“ Youngjae nodded at their manager with a tight grin.
Mark smirked at Youngjae, knowingly, then walked away with the manager, while tugging the back of his apron. Youngjae just stared as he walked out, in his own thoughts of nothingness. He sighed and finally opened his locker.
He tugged his apron on, clocked in and went looking for Jaebum. Never in a million years did Youngjae think he would be doing that- and with a purpose.
Youngjae went out in the floor, greeted by only two medium sized dogs. He quickly bent down and pet them, still looking for Jaebum among his three other co-workers. They were all cleaning and taking care of the dogs, preparing for the day. He couldn’t find Jaebum, no matter how many times he surveyed the main floor. Sighing, he got up and went to the patio to search there. And sure enough, Jaebum was by himself, leaning oh so handsomely over the fence, people watching. Youngjae could only internally swoon at the alpha. God took extra care creating Jaebum.
Youngjae took his time approaching Jaebum, basking in the fact that holy shit, he was about to spend a whole day with his dream alpha. The omega was shocking himself with his mindset; instead of sweating and his anxiety shooting through the roof, he felt… confident. He didn’t know why- usually just thinking about Jaebum had his hands getting clammy.
Jaebum was dressed in the uniform: a black shirt and slacks with his red apron already tied on. Usually, Youngjae thought the uniforms to be plain and boring. But Jaebum looked like he was a model for an international clothing brand. His resting smolder only added to his natural sexiness.
Life isn’t fair. Why couldn’t Jaebum just fuck him already?
"Jaebum-sunbae.” Youngjae cleared his throat and tapped the alphas broad shoulders. Jaebum jolted slightly in his place, obviously deep in thought. But even though Youngjae was basically a complete stranger, Jaebum still gave him a gentle smile like they were old friends; and Youngjae, being the wierdo he is, was taking this chance to finally get a good whiff of Jaebum’s scent. His scent was a nice, refreshing, minty scent that opened your sinuses, but soft and not overwhelming. Lovely.
After a moment, in which Jaebum didn’t say anything, Youngjae took this as his queue to continue. “Uhm, we can start your training. Manager noona said you’ll just be taking care of the dogs for now.”
"Okay. I’ll follow you.“
Lord, his voice was like red velvet and Youngjae would never have enough.
The omega nodded and lead Jaebum through a door in the back. It lead to a room that held all of the dogs kennels, beds, food bowls and toys that were to worn out and dirty for the general public to use. Not that the dogs used a bunch of toys on the main floor. Most of the toys they did use outside the room were just tennis balls- which were used outside in the front yard.
The room also had a door on the opposite wall from where Youngjae and Jaebum entered. The door had a dog door that led to the backyard. On the wall to their right was a big viewing window, giving a view inside of a grooming room.
"This is the dogs’ room,” Youngjae began as the two surveyed the room. “They stay here when the cafe is closed or when it’s time for them to be groomed. They can also come in here whenever they want, actually.”
Jaebum gave a slight nod and walked deeper into the room. He grazed the kennels along the wall with his fingertips and surveyed the room. Youngjae gazed at him, just breathing it in that damn Jaebum was right here in front of him. He started to imagine what it would be like if Jaebum took him right here, right now.
Was his heat coming or did Jaebum just have that effect on people?
"Where are all the dogs?“ Jaebum asked. Youngjae walked towards the back door and opened the curtains that covered the window. He waved Jaebum over.
"They’re let out first thing in the morning when manager noona arrives- well, not any more now that you’re here.”
"Has she always been the one to let them out?“
"No. The guy before quit because he moved away.” The two spent a moment looking at the dogs play outside. Of course, Youngjae was looking elsewhere; specifically, noting that Jaebum had two little moles on his eye lid. How cute.
In the next minutes, Youngjae had called in Yoyo, a beagle who was actually quite calm, and began showing Jaebum simple basics to caring for the dogs. He showed him how to cut their nails (slant the clippers slightly and leave a centimeter from the nubs), give light trims, and properly shampoo (and condition for the long haired dogs, but Yoyo was a beagle so no conditioning yet). Their conversation stayed professional for the most part, keeping on subject. They would throw in small talk here or there, which mostly consisted trying to find it more about the alpha without sounding too nosey. But, it felt like halfway through training, that Jaebum wasn’t really engaged in the conversation. Youngjae loved to talk and get to know people, but he was going out on a limb talking to this specific alpha. He didn’t want to come off annoying, so he opted to stop trying to make small talk. If Jaebum didn’t wanna talk, then neither did Youngjae.
The omega could be stubborn when he wanted to be.
“Alright,” Youngjae swept through Yoyo’s hair after Jaebum finished the last few snips of fur. “You did a good job, Jaebum-sunbae.”
Jaebum smiled up at Youngjae. “Thanks all to a great teacher.”
Did Jaebum just flirt with him?!
No. Jaebum would never. He hadn’t showed interest in Youngjae ever before- if anything, he showed disinterest. Jaebum wouldn’t get his hopes like that out of nowhere, would he? Youngjae shook his head at the thought. He was overthinking the situation.
Be cool, Youngjae.
"Or maybe it was just the great student being great.“ Yea, that was cool; right?
"Is there anything else I should learn before you leave?” The alpha asked.
Youngjae shook his head. “Nothing that you shouldn’t be able to figure out,” Youngjae suddenly remembered. “Besides where the staff board is. It has all your daily duties- it’s updated every day. I should probably show you where that is, I guess.”
Jaebum followed Youngjae as they walked back towards the staff room. Right next to the door, a big white board was on the wall, decorated with announcements and all eleven staff members responsibilities. “Your name isn’t up there yet- but it will be.”
The rest of Youngjae’s work day went by smoothly. He only saw Jaebum a couple times, whenever he would periodically go check on him in the back to make sure he was taking care of the dogs well (of course, not for his own curiosity).
When the omega and Mark where getting to ready to clock out, he noticed that Jaebum had already clocked out. He internally sighed; he kinda wanted to see the alpha one more time before he went home. But everything couldn’t go his way.
By the time Mark had driven them both home, after a quick stop at the grocery mart, it was only seven. It felt weird for both of them getting home so early. Usually, they’d have class all morning, go to work right after and make it home around, on a good day, nine o'clock. Now all they had to do was work all day. Youngjae wasn’t complaining at all, of course he had a temporary release from the stresses of school, but he felt out of place. His routine had been thoroughly disrupted, with addition of his biggest crush ever in the equation.
"We should go out.“ Mark spoke up as they sat in comfortable silence, watching some old drama. Youngjae was cuddled in his blankets on one side of the couch while Mark sat opposite, scrolling on his phone.
"Go out where? The club?” Youngjae scoffed. Mark wasn’t one for party scenes like that unless…
"Is your mini heat approaching?“
Mark whipped his head at the omega with an offended look on his face. Youngjae only looked at him with knowing eyebrows raised. After a quick, silent staring battle, Mark sighed in defeat. "That’s besides the point. It’s the first night of semester break.”
Youngjae rolled his eyes. Mark didn’t actively look for relationships at all- they just naturally happened. He hadn’t actually had sex with any of his past boyfriends or stayed with them long enough for his body to adapt to take on the omega role. But, his last one lasted a whole seven months and he happened to be with an alpha. He experienced his first heat shortly after they broke up (not that it was that bad- he is a beta after all) and hadn’t been in a real relationship since. Only baiting an alpha with his light, but tempting scent of slick and having them on standby to help him during his “heat”. Then it was on to the next one until his next heat.
"Where did you have in mind?“ Youngjae entertained the idea. He hadn’t been out since his nineteenth birthday (which he barely remembers). Besides that, he’s mostly been a home body buried in school related activities.
"Jackson is having a party at his pack house.”
Youngjae froze. “You mean Jaebum’s?”
"No,“ Mark shook his head, scrolling on his phone. "His parents left him one but he joined Jaebum’s pack so he just uses it for whatever.”
"Oh.“
"Maybe if you got out more often and stopped tip-toeing around everything Jaebum related, you’d know that.”
Youngjae didn’t have a retort for that. “I guess we can go.”
"Didn’t matter if you wanted to go or not. I would’ve gone anyways.“ Youngjae stuck his tongue out at his hyung. Mark reached across the couch and ruffled his hair, starting a light hit and poke fight between the two.
"I’m your dongsaeng. It’d be very irresponsible of you to leave me alone, hyung.”
"Call Jaebum to protect you.“
"If I had his number, I would.”
"You probably wouldn’t.“
Youngjae cut his eyes at the beta. Mark only laughed, got up and told Youngjae to be ready in the next forty minutes.
Youngjae started to feel butterflies in his stomach as Mark drove closer to Jackson’s pack house. It didn’t hit him until they were halfway there that Jackson was apart of Jaebum’s pack and that Jaebum might very well be there tonight. He didn’t know why he at first thought the alpha wouldn’t be; probably because he didn’t want to deal with his own feelings in regards to Jaebum. The alpha, whether Youngjae liked it or not, would stress him out until the end of time.
As he and Mark walked closer to the house and heard the fast beat of the music and see the dancing shadows, Youngjae could feel the perspiration on the back of his neck. Youngjae stopped in the middle of the walk way. He fiddled with his flannel, wiping the light layer of sweat off his hands. His anxiety was suddenly going through the roof.
He couldn’t do this. If he saw Jaebum, he’d for sure make a fool of himself and the alpha would never associate with him. What if he had too much to drink and accidentally fessed up to the alpha about how he imagined how Jaebum would wreck him in heat? God, that’d be embarrassing. Youngjae’s head started to hurt with all the what ifs- which all ended negatively.
"Hey,” Mark noticed Youngjae wasn’t beside him anymore. He turned and saw the omega staring at the ground in his own world. Mark looked at him and sighed. He knew exactly what was going through Youngjae’s mind.
"Youngjae-yah,“ he walked towards him and put his hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it, comforting the omega. "Why are you doing this to yourself?”
Youngjae shrugged. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense to me either, hyung. We don’t even…” Youngjae paused to find the right words. “I don’t even know what I’m doing right now.”
Mark didn’t either. He’s been with Youngjae through a lot- Youngjae was the first person Mark met when he moved to Korea from America. Mark taught Youngjae English (and still does to this day). The two supported each other when any tragedy would hit. One would celebrate the other when the other accomplished or succeed in whatever. They were brothers who have seen each other at their best and worse. Mark has always helped Youngjae to the best of his ability, but that didn’t mean he always knew what to do.
Right now felt like one of those moments.
"Let’s just go in and have good time, yeah?“ Mark paused and contemplated his next few words. "And don’t avoid him if you see him.”
Youngjae snapped his head up quickly at Mark’s suggestion. Did Mark just tell him to commit suicide, basically?
"Are you crazy?“ Youngjae looked at Mark like he had two heads.
"No,” Mark smirked. “I don’t like seeing you get all in your feelings about him. It’s not fair to you. Either you pursue him or get over it.”
Youngjae disliked how he knew deep down that Mark was right. It’s been two years since he laid eyes on the alpha and his mind and heart haven’t been able to rest since. He knew that now was a better time than ever to maybe, finally build some type of friendship with the alpha. If not to have his dream relationship with him, then to at least say Jaebum was a normal factor in his life. But every possible possibility that included Jaebum just felt so far away.
"Fine.“ Youngjae sighed. He lifted his head and straightened his clothes. He gave Mark an attempt at a reassuring smile; but it didn’t reach his eyes like a real Youngjae smile would. Mark brushed it off and he and Youngjae continued into the party.
Youngjae, in the back of his mind was pushing a confident mindset onto himself. Youngjae could be timid but he could also dream big. He smiled to himself as a wild goal crossed his mind. It seemed far fetch but he decided that would be his one and only goal tonight. He would do his damndest to ignore his anxiety- which he knew would try to mess with the scene he was fantasizing in his head. He licked his lip as he thought about it more and more.
Tonight, Youngjae would get on his knees for Jaebum.
You already know what’s goin down next chapter. (; BUT I do want to thank you guys for your support and love for this series. It really does motivate me to write and post chapters quicker. :)))
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