tagged by @galauvant thank you for the tag! (and the word 😊)
Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.
The word I was given was PINES.
Pat couldn’t help but be curious what that was about. It always took a little bit to get Pran to share what was on his mind. And usually he did. Pat didn’t feel like Pran was a mystery. But there were still blank spots, like what happened at boarding school, that Pat didn’t feel like he knew much about.
"It’s time right now,” Sangwoo said, tapping his foot as if inpatient.
Jaeyoung almost asked time for what when it hit him. The schedule.
None of the others at the table seemed phased by the intimacy between them. It was clear that it was part of the status quo. They were in a relationship. Yohan took a swig of his drink, gulping the rest down. Gaon’s interest in men, and this man in particular, should have no bearing on Yohan and his next steps.
Everything simply clicked into place. Like there was always a spot for Po waiting in Thame’s life, but now he finally stepped into it.
Still Karan wasn’t sure. Could Achi seeing Karan's dream and feeling his attraction toward him make Achi feel that way too? Or was that only be possible if there was at least a part of him that would be interested in Karan that way?
tagging @stickers-on-a-laptop @dimplesandfierceeyes @pokomumee @sunshinedobi @dancing-out-in-space and @tenillypo as people I think are still actively writing (and only if you want to play)
I liked L's choice so this time I am picking YEARN.
Been back on my Semantic Error bullshit the past week and I can NOT stop thinking about how perfectly these two would fit an omegaverse au like i'm obsessed!! Jaeyoung is obviously an alpha, however, a lot of people assume that Sangwoo is a beta but he is, in fact, an omega! So enjoy 4.5k words of me describing in excruciating detail what I would write if I wrote this fic <3
I can't decide between making this a world where everyone wears scent blockers/is on suppressants or letting Jaeyoung know immediately that Sangwoo's an omega (because betas don't have to wear scent blockers so wearing them would be a dead giveaway but I could make the sleight of hand work with suppressants HOWEVER I think a core part of this au would be that people who look at Sangwoo see a cold, driven man and just assume he's a beta).
Obviously, I would make this au deliciously tropey and fit in ALL of That Good Shit but I am very taken with the idea/exploration that Sangwoo actually enjoys being an omega. I think masking his subgender would be useful to him but when it's just him or his friends/family, he is very comfortable with who he is-- he obviously does not believe in any of the stereotypes/misconceptions that paint omegas as inferior or needing protecting or only good for one thing or whatever cliche you wanna throw in there.
Alright, we'll say unmated people are expected to be on suppressants so that solves that issue-- this comes with the caveat that omegas/alphas still have two cycles a year in order to keep everything properly maintained (compared to idk the regular 4 cycles a year). I'll hc that it's like a daily pill and it wears off toward the end of the day and that's when individuals may choose scent blockers if they're going to be out longer but obviously in this au, like going to a club with a scent on display would be like The Whole Point in trying to attract someone so i'll digress.
ANYWAY like I said, Sangwoo is very driven and still comes off as very cold so most people assume he's a beta. That suits Sangwoo just fine. He's in no mood for romance and finds alphas fucking insufferable-- always posturing, acting like they're god's gift to the world (to omegas specifically) and he doesn't have time for distractions. however, and I personally think this is important to tie his personality into this AU– he actively enjoys being an omega.
His parents knew before he presented that he’d be an omega– he enjoyed nesting with his father and if he cares about someone, has a habit of doting on them. Sangwoo knows and values the importance of biology right so it fits that when he does have free time, then he indulges shamelessly in his nature. So, for this AU, I love to think that his bed is a very warm and inviting nest, that he enjoys baking (like I’ve written in previous fics, it fits his analytical mind AND he was a sweet tooth and for this, it’s a way he cares for people).
And while he’s never had a partner for his heats, Sangwoo does enjoy them. With an acknowledgement that this could get a little messy re: subgenders/biology, this is first and foremost a pure fluff fic and so–
I think heats, particularly for this verse, can be both sexual (need to procreate) and simply biological (need to bond with mate). Again in keeping with the show, Sangwoo puts an abundance of meaning on biology. So while he doesn’t have a mate to bond or produce offspring with during his heats as an unmated omega, there’s still something about them that is deeply meaningful to him.
I hc that they’re less sexual for him (until Jaeyoung lol) and serves as more of an opportunity to connect with his own inner omega. He spends a few days every six months resting in his nest– or broadly, his apartment, where he allows himself to not think about homework or anything. It’s just him being. He bakes, sleeps, watches tv, reads… it makes him feel incredibly centered. And yes, he does own a knotting toy and it is ONLY during his heats that he begrudgingly admits that maybe alphas do have a use after all lmao.
To bring Jaeyoung into it and get this AU started properly, Jaeyoung figures Sangwoo’s a beta– though, the instant before Sangwoo opens his mouth and flays him alive, Jaeyoung does have the thought that Sangwoo has to be an omega– small (much smaller than Jaeyoung at least even if he’s a tall omega), beautiful, and there’s just something about him that compels Jaeyoung.
Of course, after that first conversation, Jaeyoung is compelled by Sangwoo, alright– to be an absolute menace and get his revenge. Lol.
The two get closer, following canon, and Jaeyoung doesn’t realize that Sangwoo is actually an omega until after he saves him from the Quickst asshole. In this AU, Sangwoo wanted to leave because the guy was being a dick, yes, but also because he was well aware that it was getting late and his suppressants were about to wear off– hence, his scent would start to escape.
He refuses to admit that Jaeyoung stepping in kinda make his omega preen– they’re in tune but Sangwoo still thinks that his omega can be a bit baffling (though, he’s only started to really think so since Jaeyoung stepped into the picture).
That’s also mostly the reason Sangwoo doesn’t want to let Jaeyoung into his apartment. He doesn’t let people into his apartment because he’s private yes but also because he knows his scent is undeniable. Still, he’s not an asshole (and, both he and his omega trust Jaeyoung for…. Some reason) so he does end up letting him in.
Jaeyoung is immediately overwhelmed as soon as he steps inside Sangwoo’s apartment. He’d thought, for a minute when he grabbed Sangwoo’s hand and dragged him out of the bar, that he’d caught the faintest edge of a mouthwatering scent but he’d been preoccupied. It becomes glaringly obvious now, though, that it was Sangwoo. That vague scent from the bar is nothing compared the rich, overwhelming scent he’s confronted with now.
If I lean into the trope, I guess I’d make it something that could be sharp– citrus, maybe, that can be sour and sharp but turns sweet and soft when Sangwoo is comfortable. I think that would fit his personality. For Jaeyoung, definitely something earthy, complimentary to citrus– though I’m not sure what that would necessarily be lmao.
Anyway, Jaeyoung is reeling but Sangwoo is business as usual though Jaeyoung swears he sees the shell of his ear turning red. Jaeyoung is a gentleman, though, despite how he’s acted with Sangwoo and he doesn’t comment on the scent (it would be declasse and Sangwoo is actually helping him, he’s let Jaeyoung in and– especially now that he knows he’s an omega– it’s an incredibly meaningful gesture that Jaeyoung and his alpha appreciate).
He doesn’t bring it up until Sangwoo is tending to the cut on his arm and this is the conversation that turns the tide. Jaeyoung is tentative but undeniably curious, asking Sangwoo why he hides his subgender, letting everyone assume he’s a beta. Jaeyoung is surprised, yet again, when Sangwoo matter-of-factly tells him that he doesn’t hate his subgender, actually enjoys it. It isn’t an inconvenience or whatever. It’s something Sangwoo likes about himself.
They’re both stripped down in the quiet of Sangwoo’s living room and come closer to reaching that middle ground. Through it all, Jaeyoung can’t stop thinking about how delicious Sangwoo’s scent is and how he was right to make that long ago guess. It’s so obvious, especially now that Sangwoo isn’t wearing a hat– his lush mouth, delicate features, making it so clear.
Jaeyoung had a red hoodie and leaves it at Sangwoo’s that night. He might not realize it at the time but it’s, obviously, his alpha’s way of staking a claim on Sangwoo, placing his scent in the omega’s space.
Jaeyoung figures Sangwoo will return it to him the next day and forgets about it when he doesn’t.
Sangwoo for his part, closes the door behind Jaeyoung when Yuna calls and slumps against it. It was so late and Jaeyoung’s own suppressants had started wearing off. Sangwoo had never cared for alpha scents, despite supposed biological compatibility– they were too aggressive, altogether unpleasant and stinging in his nose.
Jaeyoung’s, however, was different. It wasn’t dark or musky but something lush, deep with just a hint of sweetness that made Sangwoo inexplicably want to bury his nose in Jaeyoung’s neck to tease it out further, until it was all he could smell, surrounding him.
He’d expected Jaeyoung to be an ass about finding out he was an omega. While Sangwoo didn’t hide it, he let people make their assumptions. Jaeyoung had surprised him, though.
When Sangwoo finally straightens, his eyes immediately lock on the red hoodie laying over the arm of his couch. He frowns deeply, glaring at it. He should return it to Jaeyoung tomorrow.
He doesn’t.
And a few weeks later, when Sangwoo’s preheat starts, he’s heading out the door when his gaze snags on the hoodie, still in the exact same spot. It’s Thursday and he’s glad that his heat won’t disrupt his classes this time around. Thanking the fact that he always has a buffer in his schedule, Sangwoo reaches out for the hoodie and raises it to his nose. Jaeyoung’s scent isn’t nearly as present as it was that night but it’s still detectable when he buries his face in it. Something in him calms, preens a little at the scent of an alpha who Sangwoo can admit he… doesn’t quite despise.
It is fall, the morning chilly, Sangwoo rationalizes as he takes his backpack off to put the hoodie on. Plus, Jaeyoung had told him just yesterday that, unfortunately, he had a meeting with an advisor and wouldn’t be able to annoy him today, so there’s no chance that Jaeyoung will find out that Sangwoo is wearing this monstrosity of a hoodie.
As soon as he slips it on, Sangwoo finds himself letting out the quietest purr. It’s oversized, hanging down to mid-thigh, and feels like it’s wrapping him in pure warmth. Lifting the hood to cover his hair, Sangwoo feels content, like going to class during preheat won’t be so miserable after all (for all he enjoys being an omega, it is sometimes inconvenient– like when he’s just in preheat, hoodie able to hide the scent blockers, and has to go to class because there’s a quiz).
It’s just his luck that he leaves class, hoodie still over his head, to run into a wall– that turns out to be Jang Jaeyoung. Startled, Sangwoo’s head whips up and he immediately stills at the look in Jaeyoung’s eyes.
Jaeyoung, for his part, wrapped his meeting up earlier than expected and found himself on the way to meet Sangwoo almost subconsciously. If he thought his need to bother Sangwoo was bad before he found out he was an omega, it’s been downright awful now that he knows. Jaeyoung finds himself seeking Sangwoo out even more often, anytime he has a free moment and knows where Sangwoo is. Yuna calls him a whipped alpha and Jaeyoung can’t even defend himself. Now, seeing Sangwoo in his glaringly red hoodie– seeing an omega he can’t stop thinking about in his hoodie– Jaeyoung’s alpha wants nothing more than to press Sangwoo against the wall and scent him, cover him completely so that no one can see how cute Sangwoo looks while at the same time wanting to preen that Sangwoo deigned to wear something of his in public, at all really.
Sangwoo stiffly replies that he wore it because it was cold this morning and it was sitting right there on the couch. Jaeyoung has his Sangwoo Smile on his face, the one that’s so wide it has to hurt, eyes crinkled in pure delight. They’ve grown closer the past few weeks, guards/defenses inching down, and so Jaeyoung warns Sangwoo, “I’m going to touch you now,” and lays a surprisingly gentle arm over Sangwoo’s shoulders.
To his surprise, Sangwoo doesn’t shake him off. Instead, he leans into Jaeyoung’s warmth– just a little but Jaeyoung, of course, notices. Something in him growls, protectively, happily, at the action.
Sangwoo doesn’t notice the stares as he and Jaeyoung make their way across campus. He knows he aced his quiz but a headache is building behind his eyes, a dull ache starting up in his middle. Typical preheat symptoms but still annoying. It’s cloudy, wind chilly, and he shivers deeper into Jaeyoung’s side, sleeves covering his hands and arms wrapped around his middle.
Jaeyoung looks down, frowning. Sangwoo looks even smaller like this and it’s adorable but unlike him. Looking closer, he sees a flush on Sangwoo’s cheeks.
“Sangwoo,” he asks, “Are you feeling okay?”
Sangwoo shrugs and explains matter-of-factly that his preheat has started.
Jaeyoung’s eyes widen though Sangwoo doesn’t see his reaction.
Jaeyoung isn’t sure what he’s feeling– there’s surprise, that Sangwoo just admitted his heat was right around the corner. He doesn’t know why, but Jaeyoung thought he’d be shy about it. There’s his baser reaction which he isn’t necessarily proud of but can admit, at least to himself– he has the immediate desire to be Sangwoo’s heat partner. Jaeyoung has a need to see what Sangwoo is like during his heat– is he as demanding as he is regularly or does it turn into neediness, edges softened?
Jaeyoung would like whatever way Sangwoo acts during his heat, he knows, but his curiosity is suddenly ignited like a wildfire. And yes, there’s the sudden visions of Sangwoo under him, eyes blurred with want.
But Jaeyoung’s also driven with a need to protect, to care for– and it’s this that he acts on. He steers Sangwoo off campus after asking when his heat will hit in earnest and Sangwoo replying the morning. It’s lunchtime now and Jaeyoung takes Sangwoo to a nearby restaurant.
Sangwoo doesn’t display his usual stubbornness, prickly exterior melting into something more agreeable as he seems willing enough to let Jaeyoung lead the way. It’s a nice change of pace, Jaeyoung can admit, but he knows he’d miss Sangwoo’s mulishness if this was how it always was lol.
They sit at a small table in the corner and Jaeyoung knows the ahjumma who runs the place. She coos over Sangwoo and Jaeyoung’s surprised, again, when Sangwoo lets her.
She returns with hearty portions and teases them both– something about Jaeyoung finding the cutest omega in Seoul or telling Sangwoo that if Jaeyoung proves to be a useless alpha to let her know and she’ll straighten him up.
The food is hot and smells delicious and Jaeyoung doesn’t even think before he reaches for the first mandu and lifts it up to Sangwoo’s mouth. Sangwoo, for his part, does spare a moment to think about shoving Jaeyoung away.
He rolls his eyes internally, thinks of Jaeyoung as an overzealous alpha– just because he knows he’s in preheat doesn’t mean he has to feed him what is this, the joseon era– but Sangwoo’s omega is closer to the surface than usual and all he really feels after a pinprick of annoyance is warmth. He feels a little miserable and he trusts this alpha– like him too, he can admit to himself if not aloud yet– and he accepts the bite of food from Jaeyoung’s chopsticks.
Jaeyoung’s lips part in surprise at Sangwoo’s easy acquiescence. His alpha and him watch Sangwoo chew carefully, pride and satisfaction in his eyes. The meal continues like that– Jaeyoung feeding Sangwoo the best pieces of chicken, the crispest bites of vegetables– until Sangwoo finally waves him away, full.
Jaeyoung swiftly finishes the meal off and it’s only when the check comes that a hint of Sangwoo’s usual snappishness reappears. He insists on paying, then at least paying half, but Jaeyoung doesn’t have any of it.
Sangwoo rolls his eyes at Jaeyoung being an annoying alpha but Jaeyoung doesn’t pay it any attention, just returning his arm to where it was resting over Sangwoo’s shoulders as he guides them out of the restaurant with a cheery wave to the ahjumma.
They makes small talk on the way back to their apartment building about a new movie or the upcoming deadline for Veggie Venturer. Sangwoo doesn’t even notice until they’re at his door that Jaeyoung had carried his backpack from the restaurant.
At Sangwoo’s door, Jaeyoung finds it even more difficult than usual to turn to his own door and leave Sangwoo. Sangwoo’s leaning against his door and Jaeyoung stands just in front of him.
They watch each other for a moment and Sangwoo has an urge to ask Jaeyoung something but it’s foolish, too much he knows. But still he wants it and so does his omega. His usual defenses are softened by preheat and by Jang Jaeyoung. He’s already learned that’s a devastating combination.
“Hyung,” he asks voice quiet and unsure.
Jaeyoung hums, eyes flitting from the fullness of Jaeyoung’s cheeks, to the way his hoodie sleeves completely cover Sangwoo’s hands. It’s too soon, Jaeyoung thinks, to look at Sangwoo and see him as mine.
“Will you scent me?”
That was not what Jaeyoung was expecting and his gaze snaps up to meet Sangwoo’s even as his alpha preens.
It’s not even a question and Jaeyoung hates the way Sangwoo’s gaze is shadowed with uncertainty, a hint of insecurity. It’s the first time he’s ever seen that look on Sangwoo and he never wants to see it again– displeased that it’s this question that would bring it out, like Jaeyoung wouldn’t love to, like he isn’t fighting the urge to immediately bury his face in Sangwoo’s neck.
He leans down and watches enraptured as the flush on Sangwoo’s cheek grows deeper. “Are you sure, Sangwoo? If this is the preheat talking, if you wouldn’t ask otherwise–”
“I’m sure,” comes Sangwoo’s voice, quiet but sure. He bites his lip, looking away. “I don’t know what it’s like for other omegas but I don’t– I’m still in possession of all my faculties. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want it.”
Jaeyoung is still for a moment before exhaling. He smiles, something softer than his usual smirking grin. “Then I’d love to, Sangwoo-ah.”
He goes to lean down just to be stopped by Sangwoo’s hand on his chest. Confused, Sangwoo just shakes his head and gestures to his door. “Not out here, hyung. It isn’t decent.”
Jaeyoung’s nodding along distractedly before the words catch up and he steels himself.
Because seeing a Sangwoo in preheat is a lot. Being asked to scent Sangwoo makes his head spin. But getting to scent Sangwoo in Sangwoo’s apartment– did he mention he’s in preheat? Omegas are notoriously protective of their spaces when they’re in heat and Jaeyoung knows the simple fact of Sangwoo asking him to scent him should have been clue enough but Sangwoo inviting him in, sends his heart skyrocketing.
As soon as the door opens, Jaeyoung inhales sharply. It isn’t overwhelming but it’s present– Sangwoo’s scent is deeper. Nothing like it will be during actual heat but the hint is there, something headier in the usual mouthwatering scent that Jaeyoung has only caught once.
Sangwoo closes the door, leaning against it again, this time inside the apartment. He peels the scent blocker off with little fuss, stuffing it in his pocket. He then reaches out, wraps careful fingers in the soft material of Jaeyoung’s sweater and pulls him closer, gently, like he’s afraid Jaeyoung doesn’t really want to come.
How preposterous, Jaeyoung thinks.
Before he can even open his mouth, Sangwoo is offering, “You can touch me, hyung,” and Jaeyoung spares a moment to wonder how he’s going to survive this.
Slowly, Jaeyoung wraps an arm low around Sangwoo’s back, stepping closer. He leans down and Sangwoo’s scent makes him dizzy already. It’s sweet, calm, and Jaeyoung has the overwhelming need to let it soak into him, wants to cover it with his own scent and see how they mingle. It’s made all the better by the fact that Sangwoo clearly wants this, too, that he asked Jaeyoung for his scent– that he wants Jaeyoung’s scent on him, at all but during his heat.
He can’t help the quiet grumble as his nose makes contact with Sangwoo’s neck. He takes his time, carefully presses against Sangwoo’s scent gland, and thanks to how close they are, Jaeyoung can feel Sangwoo melt into him.
Sangwoo tilts his neck to give him easier access and Jaeyoung lets loose a little more, touch firming up, incessant. He can smell the way his own scent intertwines with Sangwoo’s– something fresh and bright.
It takes him a moment to clue in but Sangwoo’s started purring, a hand lifted into Jaeyoung hair to keep him in place like Jaeyoung would want to be anywhere except right here, mind clouding over with Sangwoo’s scent.
They lose track of time but eventually Jaeyoung pulls back, dazed, just to see Sangwoo looking like he’s about to melt into the floor, pliant and soft.
“Thank you, hyung.”
Jaeyoung’s voice is low, hoarse. “Anytime, Sangwoo.”
Jaeyoung leaves just a few minutes later, taken aback but not at all unhappy when Sangwoo suddenly calls out and darts up to kiss his cheek before slamming the door in his face.
The weekend is torturous knowing Sangwoo’s in heat on the other side of the wall they share. He leaves food for him outside and tries to focus on a project he’s working on with Yuna.
It’s early the next week before he sees Sangwoo, who comes bearing a tray of brownies he made to thank Jaeyoung. And Jaeyoung doesn’t know it yet but Sangwoo baked them at the tail-end of his heat, still clearheaded but mind a little gooey at the edges. His focus at the time– the entire duration of his heat, really– had been Jaeyoung. He’d wanted to give Jaeyoung something, made with his own hands. He watches, more anxious than he lets on, as Jaeyoung’s obviously delighted by the unexpected treat. He immediately tries one and moans at how good it is, his usual goofball self. Sangwoo scoffs at his dramatic reaction but inside, his omega is deeply satisfied.
Jaeyoung starts courting Sangwoo a bit more overtly– really, he’d been doing it since the beginning, though he hadn’t realized. Again, this is pure fluff so a lot of his “revenge” was him backwards courting Sangwoo lmao.
Moving on, the first time Sangwoo lets Jaeyoung into his nest has got to be A Moment. Maybe it’s late at night and they just finished working on Veggie Venturer. They’re a couple in all but name only– Sangwoo has accepted all of Jaeyoung’s courting, though he might not necessarily realize it!! He wears Jaeyoung’s clothes, accepts his gifts, enjoys their time together in the same bone-deep way Jaeyoung does. Jaeyoung, for his part, is just content to take it at Sangwoo’s pace and take what he’s given. He knows the path they’re on and he’s in no particular rush as long as they heading the right way.
So it’s late at night and Sangwoo is tired and leaning against Jaeyoung from where they’re sitting on his couch. He says it’s time to rest and Jaeyoung rouses himself to head home but Sangwoo stops him, asks if he wants to spend the night.
Exhausted, Jaeyoung says sure, assuming he’ll be on the couch but then Sangwoo takes his hand and starts leading him into his bedroom and Jaeyoung can’t believe it. Suddenly wide awake, Sangwoo turns him toward the bathroom to get ready and he does in a daze. When he comes out, Sangwoo’s in bed– no, in his nest, and Jaeyoung’s heart simultaneously turns over and goes into overdrive.
The nest is surprisingly full, though maybe Jaeyoung should finally stop being so surprised at evidence that Sangwoo indulges happily in his omega nature.
Just in a tshirt and boxers, Jaeyoung stands next to the bed, unsure. It’s wellknown that absolutely no one is to enter an omega’s nest without their permission and sure, Sangwoo said he could sleep in his bed but what if he’s changed his mind–
His thoughts splinter when Sangwoo looks over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, hyung?”
And, well, okay.
Gently, Jaeyoung climbs into Sangwoo’s nest. And fuck, if he thought Sangwoo’s scent was overwhelming before, it’s nothing to this. Sangwoo’s scent is concentrated deep into the blankets, surrounding them, and Jaeyoung feels lightheaded.
He lays down, breath shuddering as Sangwoo wiggles back into him, as he takes Jaeyoung’s arm and lays it over his waist.
Jaeyoung’s overwhelmed but still so exhausted and he falls asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Sangwoo wakes up with his head on Jaeyoung’s chest and, still mostly asleep, finds himself searching for Jaeyoung’s scent gland. Jaeyoung’s scent mingled with his, in his nest, makes Sangwoo purr with satisfaction.
He never really understood when omegas talked about how satisfying it was to find a partner and figured it was just biological compatibility. Sangwoo feels that it’s more than that, though, that he does get it now. It makes his omega feel safe and warm. It makes Sangwoo happy. And it’s illogical and too fast but Sangwoo knows that his omega and him are starting to consider Jaeyoung his mate. Not now, but eventually.
Still half asleep, Sangwoo shifts until he can bury his nose in Jaeyoung’s scent and Jaeyoung wakes up to his omega, his Sangwoo, scenting him. He’s happy, giddy with the thought that Sangwoo is staking a claim on him, finally. That might not be his goal or even on his radar but it is undeniably a fact.
I might imagine that this is their first kiss– or first time depending on how the relationship has progressed to this point.
Then we get into Sangwoo’s heat (so this fic takes place over maybe 8 months?) and I’ll HC that this time around, Sangwoo asks Jaeyoung to be his partner and Jaeyoung absolutely melts. It turns out that Sangwoo is very soft and needy– not demanding at all, just very pliant. It’s also, like I said in the beginning, not just sexual. The sex they do have is very slow and gentle and overwhelming but they spend just as much time just being together– they cook dinner together, watch a movie with Jaeyoung’s head resting on Sangwoo’s stomach, making out with Sangwoo in Jaeyoung’s lap. Jaeyoung has a thing for marking Sangwoo and when they’re knotted together, they’re both so happy and giggling as they talk, Sangwoo surprisingly rambling about some silly topic and Jaeyoung so, so found as he listens.
And then, of course, there’s an epilogue with them mating and Sangwoo pregnant and them having kids <3 literally just all the fun fluff parts of an omegaverse AU I literally think it would fit them so, so well!!!!
Summary: Sangwoo and Jaeyoung take a bath together and somehow get even closer.
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“Can we try something?”
Sangwoo looked at Jaeyoung who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and face not giving anything away outside of the small smirk on his lips. He wasn’t sure when that look gained so much power over him, but he tried not to think about it too much.
“Try what?”
And then, in the span of five minutes, Sangwoo found himself stripped naked in a bath with Jaeyoung sitting in front of him and his inhumanely long legs somehow crammed in around him while Sangwoo had his legs pulled up to his chest. Sangwoo wasn’t a bath person. Jaeyoung, however, seemed to be.
“You’re so cute, what am I supposed to do with you?” Jaeyoung said, flicking water at him before putting his chin in his hand. Sangwoo kept his head down a little and watched Jaeyoung through his hair.
Sangwoo was still getting used to this, still getting used to the fact that he had said yes to a romantic relationship with someone he was genuinely interested in and he could do things like take baths with his boyfriend without it feeling like it was the biggest waste of time and energy. He was still in the process of telling himself that feeling this way for another human being was normal and okay despite how long he’d spent convinced everyone had been faking it. But as comfortable as he was with Jaeyoung, this felt insanely intimate. More intimate than he knew how to navigate.
“You can get out if you want, I won’t be upset,” Jaeyoung said, voice soft as he tilted his head, “But I’d really like it if you stayed.”
Sangwoo stared to the side for a moment, breathing in and out on counts of three. He wanted so badly to just do things like this without thought the way Jaeyoung did, but he didn’t and had never worked that way. Everything he’d experienced with Jaeyoung‒everything from baseline attraction to acting on it‒was new. And Sangwoo had never been good with new things. He liked routine and stability and certainty. He liked knowing what everything meant and why it was happening and what was happening next. Jaeyoung was the antithesis of everything he needed to get by.
And it just so happened that Jaeyoung became something he needed to get by as well.
Jaeyoung had become an integral part of his routine, his unpredictability and his carefree attitude an unfortunate yet intriguing byproduct. And he was kind and understanding and he always respected Sangwoo’s boundaries and his need to slow down or process. He was always so good and Sangwoo liked him so much despite how much effort he’d put in to avoid it. That made it a little easier to at least try something Jaeyoung liked too, along with the comfort that if he didn’t like it, Jaeyoung wouldn’t be upset.
“I’m staying,” Sangwoo said. Jaeyoung smiled even wider, nudging his knee against him.
So Sangwoo put effort into relaxing, focusing on the warmth of the water and Jaeyoung’s easy confidence rather than the fact that this was new and uncharted territory that he didn’t have the instructions or notes for. Jaeyoung reached out and moved his hair out of his eyes, the water effectively keeping it out of the way so he had no choice but to look at him straight on.
“This is okay, right?” Jaeyoung asked. Sangwoo gave a curt nod and Jaeyoung breathed out of his nose in amusement, his hand dropping to Sangwoo’s shoulder and gliding down his arm before resting on his knee. His thumb moved in small circles against his skin.
It wasn’t that Sangwoo didn’t like being touched by Jaeyoung‒quite the contrary, he liked it too much, more than his body could actually handle‒but he was still getting used to the amount of it. Sangwoo had never liked affection, even as a child with his parents he didn’t want it often. Occasionally he’d go for a hug, but he mostly liked to be alone and unbothered. This desire to touch and be touched was new and overwhelming and something it got to be too much and he had to step back mentally to calm himself down.
And now, even though he was doing pretty well mentally today, this was a lot. This felt like more than anything they’d done before.
“Why are you thinking so hard?” Jaeyoung asked, “You’ve seen me naked before, you know that, right?”
“I remember,” Sangwoo said. Jaeyoung huffed a laugh.
“Of course you do, how could you forget?” he asked, hands slowly going to glide up and down Sangwoo’s thigh. He kept his touch light, careful, and Sangwoo breathed through it despite the ticklish sensation.
Sangwoo closed his eyes and focused on Jaeyoung’s breathing, syncing up his own with it. It was a conscious effort, something he did whenever he felt the too much happening and it always helped, even when the cause of it had nothing to do with Jaeyoung. He’d saved himself from losing control with a panic attack by it more than once.
Jaeyoung, for his part, rubbed up and down his thigh and then up and down his arm. He started to cup water in his palm, dragging it up Sangwoo’s arm and releasing it against his shoulder. It was nice and methodical and that had purpose. That helped Sangwoo make sense of why he liked this a little bit more.
Jaeyoung’s hand went a little higher and he moved a little closer with each cup of water and Sangwoo was convinced he was playing a game with himself all the way up until he reached Sangwoo’s jaw. The first time he just tapped it, but the second time his rough fingers very gently tilted his head up. Sangwoo moved with him easily, already expecting it when Jaeyoung met him with a kiss. It was slow and Jaeyoung let Sangwoo lead, letting him set the pace even as his fingers stayed on his chin. Sangwoo could feel his bare chest against his legs and his toes curled at the close proximity to his, well, everything.
It was slow, intentional. Good. He liked kissing Jaeyoung. It was always so good.
“Can I say something sappy?” Jaeyoung asked, pulling away just a little bit. Sangwoo went to follow to avoid ending the kiss, but he didn’t get there before he just sunk backwards and glared up at him. Jaeyoung’s hand went back to the easy motion against his thigh.
“No,” Sangwoo said. Jaeyoung smiled, his eyes shining with it like a matching set. It was annoyingly beautiful.
“So my favorite thing about you is…” Jaeyoung started and Sangwoo scrunched up his nose, turning his head away. He could feel his face getting red, though, which was frustrating because Jaeyoung hadn’t even said anything. Jaeyoung laughed which only served to make him feel even hotter. “My favorite thing about you‒right now, anyway, it changes every time I look at you‒is how sweet you are.”
Sangwoo kept his eyes away, sinking into the tub a little more. He thought about breaking away from Jaeyoung’s touch at the words that felt like they were meant to tease. He knew very well how not sweet he had historically been to Jaeyoung. Even when he wanted him around so badly.
“Stop.”
“No, I’m serious!” Jaeyoung insisted, the water sloshing as he tried to get right in Sangwoo’s line of sight. Sangwoo very reluctantly met his eyes, still feeling a little awkward and overly warm. He wished he knew what the right things to say were, wished he knew how to act. “It’s very sweet of you to sit in the bath with me. I know it’s not something you’d usually want to do, so it’s very nice that you’d try it out.”
Sangwoo looked at him for a moment, starting an unintentional staring contest. One of his favorite things about Jaeyoung was how he spoke his mind. He was very honest and clear, despite how much it confused Sangwoo still. No matter what he said, he didn’t quite understand how they ended up here, involved like this. He didn’t really understand what Jaeyoung liked about him in particular‒he could have pretty much anyone he wanted with a face like that and he was just waiting for the day Jaeyoung got bored with him like he’d apparently done with everyone else. Even though, with each passing day, Sangwoo felt more sure that he wouldn’t.
It was still a little awkward, still a little much, still a little overwhelming. Sangwoo thought about just kissing him again to drain his brain of thoughts. It was a very effective method. But the thing was, they were in a relationship. He was allowed to ask for things. He was allowed to be as clear as he wanted. And if Jaeyoung didn’t like that, well‒he would just have to deal with it.
“Hyung,” Sangwoo said. Jaeyoung, still grinning, jutted his chin out in acknowledgement and added pressure as he stroked down his thigh to show he was giving his full attention. “Next time, can we shower instead?”
Jaeyoung’s hand stilled for a moment and his face shuttered, phasing through a short period of shock before crossing straight into excitement.
“Yes, of course. Absolutely. Let’s do that,” Jaeyoung said.
Sangwoo nodded. As they fell silent again, Sangwoo focused on Jaeyoung’s breathing and matched it. They breathed together as Sangwoo’s eyes went down to where Jaeyoung’s hand was on his thigh. Warm and present. Yes, Sangwoo liked being touched by him.
With a sigh‒mainly for show, mainly to see that look on Jaeyoung’s face that Sangwoo had come to realize meant I like you so much‒Sangwoo grabbed the underside of his knees and pulled him close. Jaeyoung’s face bloomed even more with unabashed excitement and he laughed.
“Chu Sangwoo-ah,” Jaeyoung said, moving to brace himself on either side of the tub as readjusted himself to be on his knees, “I’ll tell you what I like. I like what you just did. You should pull me like that more.”
Sangwoo took that as a sign to unfold his legs and stretch them out between Jaeyoung’s knees. He wasn’t quite sitting in Sangwoo’s lap, but it was close enough and Sangwoo could do nothing but stare up at him. Even though he felt like he was on fire, even though he didn’t know what the hell he was doing, he had to assume it was the right thing because Jaeyoung’s cheeks were tinted red and he was smiling so big that his eyes were nothing but crescents. So Sangwoo decided he would do this more often. Because Jaeyoung liked it.
And maybe he didn’t hate it either.
“Jaeyoung hyung,” Sangwoo said, swallowing as he chose to mimic Jaeyoung's previous movement and rubbed up and down his thighs. Jaeyoung bit down on his lip for barely a second before his smile took over again.
“Yeah?”
“I like…” he started, quietly and not as rehearsed as he wanted it to be but if Jaeyoung could say what he liked, so could Sangwoo. That was fair. That’s what a relationship was. “I like the way you breathe.”
Jaeyoung blinked and tilted his head, still smiling even though he was clearly a little confused. Sangwoo tried not to feel like a complete moron for that.
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“I like…” Sangwoo said and he breathed in and out with him, a practiced measurement. Jaeyoung’s lips parted a moment later, staring at him. He was staring at him like he did when he was about to pull him away from his work to kiss him until Sangwoo forgot his own name. He moved his hands to rest on Jaeyoung’s hips. “It increases productivity.”
“Productivity,” Jaeyoung repeated, shaking his head slightly. The water moved around them as Jaeyoung crowded in closer. His hands moved to the edge of the tub right behind Sangwoo’s back. “Sangwoo. I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.”
And then he did. This one was better than the first, more comfortable. Jaeyoung was fully pressed against him, chest to chest, and the water seemed to just urge them closer. It still wasn’t Sangwoo’s favorite setting, but he could handle any body of water if it meant feeling Jaeyoung all around him like this. Not that he could ever say that.
But he could do this. He could kiss him. He could work on saying what he liked and wanted. They could figure this out together like they’d agreed upon when this started up. Together. As a team.
Sangwoo mentally filed away these new instructions, saving them for later.
i am not quite sure if you're the right person to ask but i am a little desperate so here goes...
i am trying to find a post-canon semantic error fic that was written in 2022, where jaeyong is in france and he and sangwoo are long distance. sangwoo overhears yuna and hyeongtak talking and assumes jaeyoung wants to break up with him, which obv tanks sangwoo's mood, and he spends the months waiting for jaeyoung mildly depressed.
it was around 10k words if i remember correctly, and i had it bookmarked, but unfortunately the fic was deleted, so i'm trying to see if i can find the author/pdf copy/title
i know you aren't a fic finding account but i don't know many SE authors so i figured i would try here and see if you/your followers know. thank you so much!
hey there,
I'm sorry but I don't know that fic. I'm happy to tag this to see if anyone who follows my blog or the tag might know it, but I write for a lot of fandoms so I am not sure how many people actually follow me for SE.
I've been doing this for the last few years and it's been a satisfying exercise so time to take a look at my AO3 and see what I did this year for writing.
A full list of all my fic can be found here on tumblr or on my AO3. (sometimes I forget to update my tumblr list but I end up catching up eventually). I also tag posts about my fic with the incredibly creative tag "my fic."
After a few absolutely maniacal years of writing, this year slowed down. I missed it, but life and more responsibilities at work got in the way. Still, there were some satisfying accomplishments.
Words posted: 178,315
Fics posted: 14 - less than half of what I wrote last year :'(
Fics completed: 13 (still one wip nagging at me, sigh)
Fandoms written in: Cherry Magic Th, Bad Buddy, Be My Favorite, The Eclipse, My Tooth Your Love, Never Let Me Go, Our Dating Sim, Semantic Error, Word of Honor
Fandom most written in both word count and fics:
Bad Buddy with 3 fics (1 wip) and 59, 071 wc
Fic with most hits, kudos and comments: Somebody to You for Semantic Error - an arranged marriage AU
Other notable fics I wrote this year:
I finished Echoes in the Dark, a fic I started about a month after Word of Honor aired and then I was distracted by some other fandom events. It's an AU where Zhou Zishu is also kidnapped by the Ghost Valley master when he and Wen Kexing were children. There's great art for it from the wip big bang and I'm really proud of it.
I also wrote sending wishes into the sky, a fic focused on Wen Kexing's relationship with Gu Xiang and processing her death for a discord exchange that I ended up fully outlining in a few hours and finishing at warp speed because I knew exactly what I was trying to do with it.
And a few one shots for Our Dating Sim that I even feel warm and fuzzy when I read them.
Plus finally finishing the Semantic Error fic I linked above that I started in 2022.
My writing this year was dominated by thai bl shows, which is interesting since I had not written for any thai bl until Bad Buddy. But I did a few exchanges (one in bbs fandom and one in GMM fandom) so that definitely made it more likely for me to write them.
Last year I said my writing goals will be to continue to work on finding a balance between catching inspiration when it comes and keeping going when a story requires more detailed work and sustained attention. This remains a continued goal. I finally finished two long standing wips this year and I have one more to go.
Also, related, getting better at outlining longer plots. haha.
For 2024, I will finish The Triple N Project if it is the last thing I do. I would also like to write some more for Cherry Magic Thailand and go back to a reincarnation AU I started for The Devil Judge long ago.
(all stats are for fic finished in 2023 only, my 2022 and 2021 posts are here)
I write a lot of fic. I finish most of it quickly. I have some that still haunt me, but they'll get finished one day. I joined 100fandomhell so I'll definitely be adding more fandoms. You can see what I watch on MDL and if you have a fic prompt for any of the ones I liked, you can come yell at me in my ask box and I'll see what I can do. All my work is on AO3. I also make incoherent posts about the dramas I watch and tag them #mdy for my drama yelling if you want to see what I've been watching lately.
Bad Buddy - 12 works listed here
Be My Favorite - 2 works listed here
Cherry Magic! (jdrama) - 25 works listed here
Cherry Magic Thailand - 11 works here (1 WIP)
The Devil Judge - 4 works listed here
The Eclipse - 1 work listed here
Enchanté - 1 work listed here
Jack & Joker - 1 work listed here
Justice in the Dark - 1 work listed here
Kieta Hatsukoi (Vanishing My First Love) - 2 works listed here
My Tooth Your Love - 11 works listed here (mostly 1K one shots from a tumblr prompt game)
🔁Summary: Two families in desperate circumstances make an unusual agreement, their two only children shall wed as adults and merge both companies and families. The contract was solid, the consequences dire, still could they find a way out of this?
🔁 Tags: Arranged Marriage AU, Enemies to Lovers, Multi-chapter 6/8 or 9 (I think, lol)
