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"You're really dumb."
"I know."
"Like, incredibly dumb."
"I know."
"I can't even put into words how dumb-"
"Choi Beomgyu!"
Beomgyu puts his hands up in mock surrender. Soobin drops his head back into his hands with an exasperated sigh. The omega next to him pityingly pats the back of his head.
The two sit in silence; Beomgyu comfortingly petting Soobin's hair while Soobin regrets being born. Soobin has made many mistakes in his life but nothing as colossal as what he did with Yeonjun.
Yeonjun did say he would be willing to try, but Soobin doubts his words. Yeonjun's dislike for alphas runs deep; he's been wary even before meeting Soobin. Taehyun definitely helped him at some point as Yeonjun let both of the pack alphas into his circle, into his life. Soobin doesn't know the extent of the omega's pain, doesn't know if Yeonjun would ever bare that part of his soul to him.
What Soobin does know is that he loves Yeonjun. The good, the bad, the ugly; he finds every part of Yeonjun beautiful. He's been smitten since day one.
He'll chalk it up to his instincts knowing better than he does. Soobin doesn't care for traditional alpha ideals or values; he's content with keeping his pack safe, healthy, and happy. He doesn't feel the need to assert dominance over Taehyun or force Yeonjun or Beomgyu into submitting. Soobin doesn't want to force his members into their stereotypical roles.
Soobin doesn't expect Taehyun to be any less of an alpha around him. He doesn't expect Yeonjun or Beomgyu to bare their necks. He doesn't expect Kai to slide into an omega mindset. As the unspoken, de facto leader of their pack, all he expects is for the members to be themselves.
Kai, with his wiser beyond his years insight. The empath; the glue that really binds them all together. He can either be the biggest source of comfort or the biggest thorn in their sides. The beta gives affection so easily, so freely, and his heart's too big for the world, but Soobin will protect it as long as he can.
Taehyun, his fellow alpha. He might be considered more "alpha-like" than Soobin, but Soobin knows a single metaphorical wrench in his plans will have him spiraling. Taehyun may appear unbothered at face value, with cold, dry remarks and humor, but there's a light in his eyes that Soobin will not let go out.
Beomgyu, their youngest omega. His disarmingly soft features yet with a tongue sharper than any blade. Not often serious, but when he is, he's more powerful than any force of nature. Soobin knows he's much nicer than he lets on, much more gentle and caring. Soobin would sooner die than watch the world turn Beomgyu cold.
And Yeonjun. The eldest pack member. Soobin thinks he carries the look of nonchalance well, but he knows that words cut Yeonjun deeper than the omega will ever let anyone know. He knows the expectations of being an omega weigh heavy on his shoulders. Soobin wants to shield him away from the world, but Yeonjun doesn't take shit from anybody and will throw it right back. It didn't take long for Soobin to realize Yeonjun doesn't need protection; he just needs somebody to lean on when times are tough.
Soobin really believes he can be what Yeonjun needs. A pillar of support.
Rustling from behind him breaks Soobin from his thoughts. He turns, a curious brow lifted, and watches as Beomgyu arranges the pillows and blankets on the alpha's bed into a circular formation.
"Are you nesting?" Soobin questions.
The omega hums, affirmative. "Well, you're on your emo, sad boy hours. I thought it would help."
Beomgyu plops down onto his side in his nest, arms extended in invitation to Soobin. It's an impossible feat to pass on Beomgyu's cuddles, and Soobin is a weak man, so he folds himself into the omega's embrace. One of Beomgyu's hands goes to his hair, fingers carding through Soobin's locks, while the other rests near Soobin's collarbone. The alpha reaches up to hold it, thumbing over Beomgyu's knuckles.
Rumbles spill out of his chest, the vibrations pulling sleepy purrs out of Beomgyu. The omega slips into a more submissive headspace, allowing Soobin to appease his alpha instincts. It's an intimate setting; Beomgyu resting his head on Soobin's shoulder, damn near laying on top of him, their scents intermingling.
It's what Soobin needs. It brings a smile to the alpha's face, a weird sort of pride swelling, knowing Beomgyu only allows certain people to see him vulnerable like this.
Beomgyu noses at his neck, searching for the source of Soobin's minty scent. Soobin obliges, turning his head ever so slightly to let Beomgyu worm his way into the crook of his neck. He feels the omega's breath on his skin, feels him inhaling mint.
Soobin won't ever admit it, but having sex with Yeonjun messed with his head. Just a bit. Soobin willingly let himself go against his instincts, willingly bottomed for an omega, fought against himself when he could smell omega slick to not flip their positions and pound Yeonjun into the mattress. So much conflict almost broke his relationship with his alpha.
Having Beomgyu, an omega, so pliant against him stitches those mental wounds together ever so slightly.
Like this, wrapped in citrus and mint, in an omega nest, safe, they fall asleep.
Soobin wakes to an incessant vibrating. His arm is numb from where Beomgyu's laying on it, and there's a patch of drool on the collar of his shirt. The omega is still completely passed out, so Soobin tries to stealthily shimmy his way out of Beomgyu's clingy form.
His phone starts vibrating again, an obnoxious rattling that is way too loud considering Soobin just woke up. Mercifully, Beomgyu stays asleep, but he also sleeps through fire alarms, sirens, and anything short of a natural disaster.
He swipes the device off of his desk before it can start going off again. He scrolls through the missed call notifications and unread texts, and he steps out of his room to give Beomgyu some quiet while he calls Taehyun back even though he'd probably sleep through the conversation anyway.
Soobin taps the little green phone by Taehyun's contact info, and the line doesn't even fully ring before a panicky Taehyun is yelling, "Hyung!"
"Tyun, what's wrong?" Soobin asks. He starts pacing the expanse of his small living room, anxiety creeping up his spine at Taehyun's tone.
"I…I don't know? Hyuka and I dragged Yeonjun-hyung out for food, but he locked himself in a bathroom and won't come out," Taehyun explains. "It's been like, twenty minutes and he's not talking to us or answering his phone or-"
"Where are you?" Soobin interrupts. He's already tying up the laces of his shoes.
Taehyun rattles off the address of the restaurant, and Soobin considers waking Beomgyu, but he decides to let the omega sleep. He writes a quick note on a Post-It, telling the omega he'll be back, and sticks it to Beomgyu's forehead.
Soobin's out the door with his GPS app pulled up, and he follows the route given to him for the restaurant. A twenty minute walk turns into a ten minute run, and by the time Soobin spots Kai worriedly pacing outside the restaurant, sweat is dripping off of his forehead.
"Hyuka!" Soobin breathlessly calls.
The beta snaps his head in Soobin's direction, and there's visible relief on his face. Kai's shoulders fall from their hunched position, and he meets Soobin halfway.
Kai collapses against him, arms winding around Soobin's waist. He instinctively goes to Soobin's scent gland, nose brushing against it, and the beta sighs.
"We don't know what happened," Kai sniffles. "He was fine and then-and then he just wasn't."
"Did his heat start?" Soobin inquires.
Kai shakes his head. "No, he smelled the same."
Soobin wonders what could have happened as Kai takes his hand and leads him inside. He sees Taehyun standing in front of a bathroom door, the alpha gently talking to Yeonjun on the other side. They stop right behind him, and Taehyun looks back at the pair.
"He won't come out," the alpha says.
Soobin walks up to the door and puts his ear up to it. "Hyung?" he calls, tapping his knuckles against the door.
He sees Kai grab onto Taehyun in his peripheral vision. He can hear Yeonjun shuffling about behind the door, and he's going to go knock again when the lock clicks.
The door opens a fraction of an inch. "He's here, Binnie," Yeonjun whispers.
Soobin's brow furrows. "Who's here?"
The alpha and the maknaes look about, trying to spot a familiar face. Soobin isn't recognizing anyone, but he hears Kai audibly gasp. The beta pulls on Taehyun's arm and points to someone across the restaurant, and Soobin sees someone with a very obvious bruise marring their face.
"Is that-"
It's the alpha from the house party. The one that violated Yeonjun by pinching his omega nerve on his neck.
Kai holds Taehyun back, the younger alpha stepping forward to presumably beat his ass. Soobin feels the same way. Neither of them got to actually teach that douchebag a lesson considering Wooyoung was quick to throw a right hook.
Soobin pulls his hoodie over his head and forces it through the small gap in the door. Yeonjun takes it with a confused eh?
"So he can't smell you," Soobin explains. His hoodie is practically drenched in sweat from his impromptu run, and the mint coming off of it is pungent enough to cover the sugar that radiates off the omega.
Yeonjun nods and releases the door. When it reopens, he's drowning in the hoodie that's already oversized on Soobin, and for good measure, he pulls the hood over Yeonjun's head.
"Hyungs, we should go before Tyunnie gets an assault charge," Kai hurriedly says.
Said alpha is damn near foaming at the mouth, laser focused on the alpha across the room.
Soobin shuffles all of them out the front door as inconspicuously as possible. Yeonjun's gripping his arm, and with his free hand, Soobin has a tight grip on the back of Taehyun's neck. Kai stands behind him, hands on Soobin's ribs. They awkwardly spill out onto the sidewalk all tangled together, and Soobin's trying his hardest to not fall on his face.
Soobin is hyper aware of Yeonjun clinging onto him. The sleeves of his hoodie are too long and cover the omega's hands completely causing cute sweater paws. He's holding onto Soobin's arm through the material of the hoodie, and the alpha has to put forth a conscious effort to not melt.
Sure, he didn't know where he and Yeonjun stood, but he's still whipped for him.
"Seriously, just one punch-" Taehyun growls. Soobin belatedly realizes the younger alpha is fighting against the grip he has on his neck.
"Hyun-ah, no," Soobin says. "Be the better person."
Taehyun deflates with a huff. His bitter scent evens out as Soobin massages his neck instead of vice-gripping him. The younger alpha eventually gives into Soobin's touch and lets his head drop back with a sigh.
Kai detaches himself from Soobin, latching onto Yeonjun instead. His arms circle around the omega's waist, hands going to Yeonjun's stomach to comfortingly pet there. Yeonjun frees one hand from Soobin’s arm to cover one of Kai’s, and the beta chirps happily, his nose going to the crown of Yeonjun’s head to affectionately nuzzle.
It's probably an odd sight: four pack members bonding in the middle of the street.
"We should probably go," Soobin suggests. He glances back at the restaurant behind them. "We can pick something up and watch some movies at my apartment. Gyu's already there."
"Good idea!" Kai squeaks.
Soobin pulls Yeonjun–and by extension, Kai–along, and he finds Taehyun latching onto his free arm. Taehyun briefly noses at his shoulder, both arms wound around Soobin’s like a snake. The alpha smiles to himself, content.
His pack is safe. That's all he really wants, more than anything.
Yeonjun immediately pounces on a still asleep Beomgyu as soon as the four enter Soobin's apartment. The omega burrows himself into the nest and into Beomgyu's arms, and Kai joins not long after, food long forgotten.
Soobin's bed can fit three of them comfortably. The alpha sees Taehyun eyeing the bed, obviously wanting to join his pack members but not wanting to have to lay on top of them. Soobin nudges him forward anyway; it wouldn't be the first time they've all laid on top of each other.
Taehyun indulges himself, crawling on top of Kai, who is sandwiching Beomgyu with Yeonjun. The younger alpha sees the note still stuck to the omega's forehead and laughs, reaching over to pluck it off.
Beomgyu whines as he's jostled awake. He clutches Yeonjun–the other omega's in front of him–and buries his face into his chest to block out the light that filters into the room. He inhales the scent on the hoodie Yeonjun's still wearing, mumbling out, "Soobin-hyung."
Yeonjun chuckles and affectionately pats Beomgyu's head. "Not Soobinnie."
"Oh," Beomgyu sleepily murmurs, "Junnie-hyung."
The younger omega drifts off again, and Soobin can't stop the fond smile that works his way on his face. He stands by the doorway, watching the cuddle session. Truthfully, Soobin wants to join, but his stomach screams for food.
"Hyung," Kai calls, reaching out for him. He makes a grabby hand motion, and Soobin moves forward to hold the beta's hand.
Kai tries to pull the alpha down on top of the pile, but Soobin resists. He pointedly ignores the beta’s pout, knowing he would cave instantly at the kicked puppy look Kai sports so well.
"I'm gonna get the food," he says, pulling away.
Soobin can tell they're all slipping into their respective headspaces–or in Beomgyu's case just going back to sleep–and that they'll all be too far gone soon to want to eat, so he goes to put it away in his fridge for later while grabbing his own plateful. He stands in his kitchenette, shoveling meat and rice into his mouth.
He doesn't hide his shock when he sees Yeonjun stumble out of his bedroom. The omega zeroes onto Soobin and teeters his way over. Soobin sets his plate on the counter, hands ready to catch Yeonjun if he manages to fall over.
"You okay, hyung?" Soobin asks, voice low in case the youngest pack members are asleep.
Yeonjun nods, hands reaching to clutch Soobin's shirt. The omega obviously forced his way out the omega headspace for whatever reason, given his disheveled, sluggish appearance. Soobin grips his forearms to help him keep his balance.
"You weren't there," Yeonjun slurs out.
Damn his bleeding heart.
"All five of us can't fit in my bed, hyung," Soobin gently says. "Not without someone getting elbowed in the face."
A low whine works its way out of Yeonjun's throat. His eyes are glassy; his body wants to go back into its omega headspace.
Maybe Soobin is a masochist. Wanting someone who isn’t sure if they want him back. It hurts, but he can never deny Yeonjun anything.
“Come on, hyung,” Soobin gently says, lightly gripping Yeonjun’s arm as if he were made of glass and leading him towards his couch.
The living room is entirely too bright, the afternoon sun illuminating every surface. Soobin coaxes Yeonjun onto the couch, helping the omega into a horizontal position, afterwards drawing the curtains to block out some light. Soobin then joins Yeonjun on his couch that is entirely too small for both of them to lay on comfortably, which is why Yeonjun is half on top of the alpha.
Yeonjun pokes his chest, murmuring out, “Do the rumble.”
Soobin chuckles, obliging him. His chest starts vibrating in a deep purr all alphas can do, and Yeonjun stuffs his cheek against his collarbone. The omega sighs, happy, his own little purrs escaping him. Soobin cards his fingers through Yeonjun’s hair, allows the omega to cuddle into him further with Yeonjun’s leg over his hips, tries to delude himself into believing this is normal packmate behavior and not something more.
He doesn’t slip into his alpha headspace, thoughts too jumbled and body too tense to do so. Soobin can’t find the will to relax, not with a pliant Yeonjun on top of him. He doubts he’ll be able to get comfortable enough to sleep; at this point, he’s waiting for Yeonjun to nod off so he can make his escape. While Yeonjun isn’t a heavy sleeper like Beomgyu, Soobin hopes him being in his headspace will keep him unconscious so he doesn’t wake him when he inevitably needs to shimmy away.
“Binnie,” Yeonjun slurs, “relax.”
Soobin takes a deep inhale, interrupting the rumbling in his chest. He’s wound tight like a spring, completely rigid beneath Yeonjun. The omega blinks up at him, unfocused eyes trying to find his, mouth puckered in a pout, and Soobin thinks he deserves a goddamn medal at this point for his self-restraint.
The alpha knows he’s staring at Yeonjun’s mouth, but he can’t look away. Yeonjun is unfairly attractive, and him being all pouty like he is makes Soobin’s heart painfully clench in his chest. His breath hitches in his throat when the omega slowly inches upwards, his own glossy eyes trained on Soobin’s lips. Soobin lays paralyzed, heart battering against his rib cage like a ram, waiting for the inevitable press of Yeonjun’s lips against his and his inevitable mental breakdown because of it.
Except it never comes. He feels pressure against his cheek, right where his dimple concaves when he smiles. Yeonjun drops his head into the crook of his neck, and the moment passes like it never happened to begin with. Soobin tries to catch his breath as Yeonjun’s evens out as he falls asleep, the omega fisting Soobin’s shirt tight enough to make his knuckles white.
All he can do is accept his fate as a horribly whipped body pillow.
“This really isn’t healthy for you.”
“I know.”
“You really need to talk to Yeonjun-hyung.”
“I know.”
“Stop being a coward for two minutes-“
“Kang Taehyun!”
Taehyun rolls his eyes while he takes another bite of his leftovers. The two alphas sit on Soobin’s couch where he and Yeonjun napped; the omega’s scent still clings to the cushions and Soobin has to stop himself from pressing his nose into the fabric.
Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Kai left moments before with the excuse of needing to buy more snacks for their movie night, but Soobin knows Beomgyu and Kai are giving the eldest omega the same talk Soobin is receiving from Taehyun. Soobin knows they need to talk since the issue is beginning to affect their dynamics as a pack, and the three youngest aren’t oblivious enough to overlook it.
“We all know how Yeonjun feels about alphas,” Soobin says. “I don’t want to pressure him or anything. He needs time.”
“Have you asked him what he needs?” Taehyun asks around a mouthful of rice. “You’re doing a lot of assuming.”
Soobin clenches his jaw. “We’ve seen him-“
“Yeonjun-hyung isn’t made of glass,” Taehyun cuts in, annoyed. “Yeah, we’ve all seen him react negatively to alphas, but he trusts us. He trusts you. He trusts me. Maybe stop trying to act like you know what’s best for him because only Yeonjun-hyung knows what’s best for him.”
Taehyun’s eyes bore into his own, almost prying into his soul. Realistically, Soobin knows the younger alpha is right. Yeonjun is careful, meticulous even, about guarding his personal bubble. He doesn’t let just anyone in, regardless of secondary gender. His heart is protected even more so: locked away in an impenetrable fortress surrounded by sharp barricades. And yet, Yeonjun allows Soobin inside. Briefly, of course, but the small glimpses Soobin receives are enough.
Yeonjun has come a long way. From hating being an omega, not feeling worthy of love, to somewhat accepting his status and not letting preconceived ideals hold him back from achieving what he wants. The whole pack is proud of him. They all have seen Yeonjun’s ups and downs, and Soobin himself has seen Yeonjun in what was arguably his absolute worst, but Yeonjun always comes out on top. Better, stronger, and more confident every time.
Soobin jolts when he hears his front door open, Beomgyu obnoxiously announcing, “We’re back!” Both alphas turn to the rest of their pack, and Soobin’s heart drops when he notices Yeonjun looking somewhere off to the side, adamantly avoiding eye contact. He somehow doesn’t notice how the omega’s ears are red and how his neck is flushed.
Beomgyu plops himself down in Taehyun’s lap while Kai shimmies his way in between the two alphas. The beta rests his hands on Soobin’s stomach, and Soobin covers them with his own out of reflex. Yeonjun meanders by the entryway, nervously playing with his fingers and the hems of the borrowed hoodie’s sleeves. The three youngest pointedly ignore their eldest pack member, having a light conversation about an episode of a k-drama Soobin didn’t watch, but Soobin can’t tear his eyes away from the fidgeting omega.
A foot connects with his rib cage, and Soobin whips his head around to his youngest pack mates. Beomgyu glares holes into his head and gestures towards Yeonjun. Soobin must not have reacted fast enough because the omega kicks him in the side again, this time mouthing go with a harsh wave of his hand.
Kai unwinds himself from Soobin when the alpha stands, and Soobin makes sure to give a halfhearted glare in Beomgyu’s direction. The omega simply sticks his tongue out at him before turning back to Taehyun.
Each step towards Yeonjun feels like a step through a swamp. Soobin doesn’t let his anxiety bleed into his scent, but sweat collects into his palms anyway. Yeonjun doesn’t look at him until the alpha stands directly in front of him, and it’s still only a quick glance before his eyes flit over to the corner of the living room.
“Hyung,” Soobin says quietly, only loud enough for them to hear. “Talk to me?”
Soobin sees the internal battle Yeonjun has with himself in his eyes. The tight set of the omega’s jaw and rigid spine give almost everything away, and Soobin just about drops it, just about tells Yeonjun to forget it when too many moments pass. He opens his mouth, tongue forming the syllables when Yeonjun reaches out and grabs Soobin by the forearm and starts dragging the alpha towards his bedroom.
Yeonjun all but shoves Soobin into his bedroom, door slamming shut behind them. He hears the lock click in place, and Soobin can’t read Yeonjun’s expression in the dim lighting. He holds his hands up in surrender, hoping the action is placating enough because Yeonjun has no problem yelling and that’s the last thing Soobin wants.
“I hurt you,” Yeonjun announces suddenly. He turns to face Soobin, staunchly refusing eye contact. “I keep hurting you. Why…why would you want me? After all of that?”
Soobin definitely did not expect that. He lowers his hands and fiddles with his fingers as he mulls over what to say. He knows a simple because I love you isn’t right and downplays the situation too much. He chews on his inner cheek as he tries to conjure an explanation in his mind.
“Say something,” Yeonjun says quietly.
His thoughts are too jumbled and messy, and Soobin knows he’ll incoherently ramble. But with the way Yeonjun stands in front of him, visibly shaking with anxiety, Soobin tosses caution to the wind. If Yeonjun wants him to speak, he will. And he’s got a lot to say.
“You don’t see yourself how I see you,” he begins slowly. Soobin takes a breath, waits a moment before continuing. “You’re the most thoughtful person I know. You take care of everyone around you at the expense of your own health. You’ve stood up for Beomgyu when alphas harassed him even though you wouldn’t do that for yourself. You always make sure we eat and feed us even though you aren’t that great of a cook.” Yeonjun tries to protest that point, an offended look on his face, but he snaps his jaw shut at the heated look Soobin gives him. “I haven’t forgotten the floor spaghetti, hyung.
“You care so much, and you have so much to give without expecting anything in return. You work hard at everything you do and put your all into everything that means a lot to you. The world beats you down again and again, but you get back up every time. You’re an inspiration, hyung. I want to be by your side through it all, as a packmate or…or something more.”
He tries to gauge Yeonjun’s reaction, but the omega stays guarded. Soobin nods, mostly to himself, deciding to continue with his muddled, impromptu speech. “Yeonjun-hyung, you’re a strong person. I think—I think most people, omega or not, would’ve broken down by now but you…you haven’t. You just work harder. A-And all I want more than anything is for you to be happy, hyung. If that’s with me, great and if not, well, I’ll support you regardless so-“
“Soobin.”
The words die on the alpha’s tongue. The energy he had going into this had run out, and he’s suddenly very, very tired. Soobin never liked confrontation.
“Binnie,” Yeonjun breathes out. He takes a step forward. “This is…this isn’t something I’ve ever expected for myself. Didn’t think I deserved it.”
A quick stroke of anger pulses through Soobin’s veins. Not at Yeonjun. Never at Yeonjun. But at society—hell, the world as a fucking whole—for making Yeonjun ever feel like he didn’t deserve love. Soobin would cross oceans for Yeonjun if the omega asked, and he can’t even swim.
Soobin’s ire bleeds into his scent, which causes Yeonjun to flinch away and shrink into himself. The hatred melts away as quick as it came, and Soobin takes quick strides forward because he never wants Yeonjun to think he’s mad at him. Soobin could never be mad at him. His heart painfully clenches when the omega flinches again at the sudden close proximity, and Soobin hurries to make it right.
“You deserve more than I could ever give you,” Soobin whispers. He pretends to not notice his shaky hands as he gently encompasses both of Yeonjun’s wrists in his fingers. “I wish I could give you the world, hyung.”
Yeonjun laughs, a wet sound. His eyes are glued to the floor, at their socked feet. “I’m not worthy of the world, Soobin-ah.”
Soobin releases Yeonjun’s wrists to instead cup the omega’s jaw. He tilts his head back so he can finally look the elder in his eyes. Tears threaten to fall, held back by sheer willpower alone. Yeonjun blinks, and a single teardrop escapes, spilling over his lash line and trailing down his cheek. Soobin catches it with his thumb and wipes it away.
“You are,” Soobin assures. He mindlessly trails his thumbs across the high planes of Yeonjun’s soft cheeks. “You always have the pack. You’ll always have me.”
Yeonjun takes a shaky breath, his whole body shuddering on the inhale. His hands come up to hold onto Soobin’s wrists with a loose grip. “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you again.”
“That’s fine,” Soobin says. It really is. “We can work through it.”
Soobin watches Yeonjun gulp, watches the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple. He lets his hands fall from Yeonjun’s face onto his shoulders, Yeonjun’s own hands limply falling to his side as a result, and instead pulls the omega into his chest. Yeonjun’s nose presses into his scent gland, and the sudden breath against his skin sends a spark down Soobin’s spine, igniting every nerve until all he can feel is fireworks exploding under his skin.
Yeonjun allows Soobin to hold him, and the alpha gently sways them side to side to a slow song only he can hear. The omega eventually fists the back of Soobin’s shirt and completely relaxes into his hold. Soobin has one hand on the back of Yeonjun’s head and the other rests on the small of his back, his nose against the strands of his hair. He breathes in the scent of coconut shampoo and the tiniest remnant of hair dye along with the sweet, sugary aroma that bleeds out of Yeonjun’s scent gland.
Minutes pass as they tenderly dance together in their own world. Rocking side to side like a boat in the lazy ocean, calm waves coaxing them back and forth. Yeonjun holds him close; Soobin holds him closer. Chest to chest, two halves connected. A low, pleased growl traps itself in Soobin’s chest, causing the usual rumbling vibrations. Yeonjun sighs into their embrace, content purrs working their way up and out of his throat.
Soobin wants this moment to last for a lifetime. Yeonjun’s firm body against his, scents intermingling into one, the only sound being the deep soothing purrs from Soobin’s chest and the higher pitched hum from Yeonjun. It’s their private utopia in the small expanse of Soobin’s bedroom, the outside world blocked away by the thin wood of the locked door. Everything feels right for once.
The moment breaks at the sound of a crash from the living room that causes both of them to nearly jump out of their skin. Yeonjun tries to pull away, but Soobin’s hold on him tightens.
“We should probably check on them,” Yeonjun says, his words muffled by Soobin’s shoulder. Soobin whines in protest, but the omega just breathily laughs in response. “C’mon, Binnie. We can continue this later, I promise.”
Heat floods Soobin’s cheeks, dusting them pink. His hands linger on Yeonjun’s body for a moment longer, soaking in the feel of the omega under his palms before he gently releases him from his hold. Yeonjun takes half a step back, warm palms sliding from Soobin’s back around his waist before his fingers search for Soobin’s, and the alpha lets their fingers lazily intertwine.
“I really do wanna try with you, Soobin-ah,” Yeonjun confesses. “It…it might be rough, but with you, I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
There’s another crash in the living room, but it goes ignored. Soobin can’t fight the smile that spreads across his face. Yeonjun’s expression mirrors his, and Soobin really wants to kiss him, slowly, languidly, but he decides to save that for another time. Preferably when his youngest pack mates aren’t presumably destroying his apartment.
On the third and final noise, Yeonjun whips around, pulls on the locked door handle, curses when it doesn’t budge and hastily unlocks it. He exits Soobin’s bedroom like a tempest, but Soobin knows the storm is all for show. Yeonjun loves his pack too much to actually be genuinely upset over them being noisy.
Soobin hears Yeonjun screech “What the fuck are you doing?!” followed by Kai and Beomgyu yelping. Taehyun’s amused laugh rings loud and clear through his open door. Soobin stays rooted to the spot, happiness coursing through his veins, and he brings his hand up to cover his mouth because his smile is starting to hurt his cheeks.
They’re okay. They will be okay.
And that’s all he really wants. More than anything.