Chapter 1: One (2.3k)
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The alpha before him snarls as Jeongin steps forward. He sighs, taking two steps back as he raises his hands in mock surrender. The alpha’s nostrils stop flaring as he does and Jeongin relaxes, yet keeps the indifferent facial expression firmly in place.
“So how much will it be?” The alpha grumbles, stepping further towards the edge of Jeongin’s property.
“Just bring me what you think it’s worth.” Jeongin doesn’t stop the smirk from growing. “I’m sure a big alpha like yourself can figure that out.”
The other alpha’s scent spikes in aggression at his words and his own scent flares in response. The alpha’s nose scrunches once more in what can only be disgust and Jeongin keeps his hands up, relaxing his face into the same, practiced blank expression, not wanting to make the alpha lose himself and actually attack him. He’s made the mistake before, long before he moved to his own land.
The alpha leaves with barely a nod, not bothering to close the gate as he walks out of Jeongin’s garden. Jeongin slowly lowers his arms and stares after him for a moment, no thoughts really going through his mind. This was normal to him after all.
His scent was too bitter, too strong, too suffocating. Repulsive, the pheromones so thick, that even his own mother had a hard time being around him.
It wasn’t always like this. He used to be able to interact with his own pack, used to have friends. But when he finally presented at the age of sixteen, it all changed.
His mother had been the first to scrunch her nose at the scent wafting off of her baby. The warm milk and baby smell making way for the bitter and strong scent of a baby alpha. His dad had swiftly left as he started to present, taking his older brother with him as Jeongin’s scent was too aggressive.
He had always wondered what he’d smell like. The warm orange and spices scent of his mother? Or maybe the dark, rich chocolate smell of his father? His brother had a strong woodsy scent, yet his sister had a lovely floral scent when she presented, so maybe something like theirs?
He supposes he never really will know. The only descriptors he’s gotten were bitter, sour, and suffocatingly thick. Impossible to be around. Disgusting. Pungent.
His mother had tried everything to get the pack to treat him like a decent person. But none of the herbs from his pack’s herbalist, or even the strong medicine from the city had helped him gain control of his scent.
He and his mother were soon forced to the edge of their pack. A less obtrusive area where Jeongin wouldn’t be in the way. His father and brother, his eldest sister staying with her own family by now, had stayed in their family home in the heart of their pack’s land. Jeongin hardly ever left their new home, his strong scent making him a target for the other alphas. His mother had said that their bullying was a defense mechanism, his scent triggering for their alphas, but he never really believed her.
They picked on him because he was an outcast, a lone wolf in the making they said. A son that not even a mother could stand to smell.
He threw himself into improving his furniture making at that point. He had long been training to take over for his father when he came of age, but it was looking more and more like he wouldn’t be able to stay there once that time came. His brother, who previously had been more attentive to his hunting skills, was thrust into training to take over for his father, no one wanting to rely on Jeongin.
When his twentieth birthday finally arrived, he requested a meeting with the pack leader to leave. Usually, you only left your pack when you met your mate or, in worse ways, if you had been kicked from your pack for something horrid. Lone wolves had a harder time merging with other packs after all and no one wanted to deal with the scrutiny from that even in the best of circumstances.
He was still in talks with his pack leader, looking more and more like he would be able to just leave as he wouldn’t be missed when his father and brother died in a hunting accident. And with it, so did Jeongin’s dreams of leaving. They didn’t want him there, but they couldn’t afford to let him leave. His skills were too useful.
He was the only one who could make furniture that actually lasted, their family was famous amongst the packs in the area for it. So his pack leader had talked with the neighboring packs at the next gathering, negotiating for a small parcel of common land to be gifted to him so Jeongin could stay in the area, yet not interfere with pack life.
In the end, the packs had agreed to give Jeongin a small piece of his own land. He was officially cut off from his pack after, no ties holding him to them as he was moved onto the land. Packless, yet bound to several packs that didn’t want him.
His only solace was that he actually did enjoy his home. He had built it himself over the first two years he was out here, slowly adding on to it as the years went by. He’s been out here for five years now and he loves it.
He gets several visits a week from neighboring packs and requests for furniture and items to be made. Different packs treat him a little differently and even pay him with different items.
This alpha is from the city to the north, wanting to honor his omega’s home pack by purchasing from Jeongin instead of one of the cheap city builds. So Jeongin will be expecting the alpha to bring him actual money. His mother’s pack to the east will bring meats and furs, frequently boasting the best hunters in the area. The pack to the west usually brings him vegetables and fruits, having put a lot of time and effort into their farms.
The pack to the south is the one Jeongin knows the least about. He’s been visited only a handful of times by them, each time they bring him something different. They even have actual money sometimes. Jeongin wishes they would come around more often though. They are the only ones who don't make it visible that his scent bothers him.
The wind brings along a breeze and with it, a scent Jeongin is unfamiliar with. He doesn’t look up until the scent is closer, stronger. His nose twitches as a warm and sweet cinnamon scent grows and curls around him. He can’t quite put a finger on why, but the scent nearly has him relaxing.
“Hi there!” Jeongin is startled out of his thinking by the scent owner’s loud and surprisingly happy voice. His head shoots up and he takes in the sight before him with wide eyes.
“Hello,” Jeongin hesitantly replies. He stands up on unsure legs, and as he edges a little closer he finally makes the realization that this is an omega . Jeongin freezes in his steps because they never let lone omegas visit him. Their alphas are usually too scared of Jeongin’s pheromones and don’t want a lone omega to fall at his feet.
The omega tilts his head with an inquisitive noise, “How are you? Are you alright?”
“I’m–” Jeongin steps one step closer, eyes getting distracted by the soft, round cheeks of the omega as he smiles at him. “Fine.” Jeongin finishes, still not able to find his footing.
How is he supposed to talk to an omega? Alphas are usually easy, don’t raise your voice or insult their family or the alphaness and they usually won’t attack first. But Jeongin has never been allowed to talk to an omega alone before. Not since presenting, anyway.
The omega’s hand rests on Jeongin’s gate latch and he fiddles with it as they stare at one another silently. Jeongin is struck with the thought that this omega is cute. He quickly shakes the thought away though, that’s something that will never happen to him and he’s still coming to terms with it.
He clears his throat, “How can I help you?” He wills his voice to sound soft, and unassuming, but just then, the breeze changes direction. The omega’s eyes widen as his nostrils flare and Jeongin curses himself in his head as he realizes the wind has changed. He tries to reel back his scent, but the voice of the omega stops him.
“I’m Jisung, what was your name? I’m afraid my pack didn’t tell me before I left.” Jisung smiles at him, his lips pulling back into a heart shape and the weird way that Jisung doesn’t even address Jeongin’s smell clues him in on which pack the omega is from.
“My name is Jeongin.” He bows his head a little as he introduces himself, “You’re from the southern pack then?”
“I am!” Jisung flashes him a larger smile and Jeongin can feel the ends of his lips twitching up in the ghost of a smile.
It quickly fades as suddenly, Jisung is pulling the gate open and walking towards him. Jeongin’s eyes widen as he gets closer and he can’t help the way he freezes in place as the warm scent wraps tighter around him. Jisung must see the look of surprise on Jeongin’s face because he quickly stops in his tracks, only 5 feet from Jeongin himself.
“Ah sorry,” Jisung rubs his neck sheepishly, “You probably don’t want me on your land, I should have asked.”
Jisung makes a move to step back and Jeongin is quick to reach out, yet he doesn’t touch.
“No, no. It’s just–” Jeongin pauses, not really knowing how to deal with this type of situation. He hasn’t talked to anyone about something that wasn’t business in years. “Other people are the ones who don’t want to come into my garden.”
Jisung looks confused at this, but luckily doesn’t press the issue and Jeongin opens his mouth before Jisung can ask another question.
“What can I do for you?” He asks again, trying to regain control of the situation.
“Ah, my packmates are having a baby and Jinnie is too sick to come to request his own furniture so I volunteered in his and his mates’ stead.” Jisung smiles once more, a softer smile that betrays the love he has for his pack.
Jeongin can’t help the way his scent curls in discomfort as he is brutally reminded that he’ll never have that. Jisung looks over at him in concern, but Jeongin pushes on. At least this pack won’t mention the bitterness of his scent as his discomfort burns.
“What kind of furniture did they need?”
Jisung goes on and on about several trivial things–the way they’ve decorated, the way the three met, their jobs in his pack–before he finally describes the furniture he’s requesting. Jeongin is surprised by the amount of fondness slowly curling in his chest as he listens to the omega talk about his pack.
He even learns that the pregnant pack member is a beta, which would never have been allowed in his old pack. Not even their mating would have been allowed. An omega with an alpha and a beta? But Jeongin can tell from the way Jisung talks about them that this isn’t unusual to him. That's a whole other issue that Jeongin isn’t even going to worry himself with. He already knew he didn’t like his pack’s traditions and this kind of reaffirms those thoughts he’s had.
He shakes off those thoughts–It’s not like he’s a part of his birth pack anymore–and refocuses on Jisung. Before he can comprehend it, it feels as if Jisung stays for hours chatting with Jeongin. So long, in fact, that Jeongin has even begun to laugh with the omega. He can barely remember the last time he laughed in the company of another.
They’ve long sat down near Jeongin’s fire, he opts to lay down some furs by the fire for them, pretending as if the single stool nearby isn’t a window into his loneliness and instead just a small table that Jeongin rests their drinks on. He didn’t even have a second cup to give Jisung, instead, they’re drinking their tea out of bowls. Jeongin would have been embarrassed if Jisung hadn’t looked so happy to have sat down together.
Jisung had immediately launched into several different stories, each one relaxing Jeongin into quiet laughter the longer they sat together. Jeongin has a weird feeling in his stomach as they sit together, not quite sure what he’s feeling, yet enjoying it nonetheless.
Jisung leaves shortly before sunset, taking the warm feelings with him and leaving behind the cold curl of confusion.
Jeongin has made it just fine out here by himself, with no friends or family to talk with. But talking to Jisung for just one day was enough for the feelings of despair to creep back in. He begins work that night, drawing out his plans in the light of the fire. Yet his thoughts keep drifting back to Jisung. He’s never been so confused.
He knew that the southern pack treated him the nicest out of all the other packs, but he never would have expected one of them to come and talk to him for hours without even a thought spoken about his scent.
He finally sets the plan down after he gets distracted once more, staring into the fire in contemplation. He wasn’t sure how to handle this, but he had told Jisung that it would take two months for the pieces to be complete and he doesn’t expect to see the other until then.
Chapter 2: Two (2.5k)
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“Jeongin, listen.” Jisung steps impossibly closer, closer than anyone has been to him in years. The heat from his body, the warmth of his scent is almost too much, but Jeongin just wants more . “You smell good to me, okay? You smell good.”
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It only takes a week for Jisung to show up once more.
He had strolled up to Jeongin’s gate with a wide smile, his scent blooming in the air in…happiness? Excitement?
“I wanted to see the progress!” He smiles over at Jeongin, this time standing even closer once Jeongin lets him onto his property.
To say that Jeongin is confused would be an understatement. He honestly didn’t even expect to see Jisung ever again. Surely his pack didn’t want him to come here by himself again if he didn’t have to? He had been sure that once his alpha pack mate had been feeling better, that they would be the one to come pick up the furniture.
He shakes the confusion off, showing Jisung the piece so far, yet he’s surprised that Jisung seems to be looking more at him than the piece he’s showing him. The ugly feeling of being ridiculed or observed as a curiosity rears its head at him. His scent must change as he starts to feel ridiculous, because Jisung turns to him and places a hand on his elbow.
Jeongin stares at the hand in shock and then the warm, peppery scent of Jisung invades his senses and a cozy warm feeling begins to fill him. Jisung is soothing him with his scent. Jisung is soothing him with his scent.
“Are you okay? Did I overstep?” Jisung slowly releases him and Jeongin has to stop the whine from missing his touch.
He’s silent for a moment, looking for the words to say what he’s thinking. “I don’t know what you’re doing here.” Is what he finally settles on.
Jisung looks at him with wide eyes, lips puffing into a pout before his scent turns bitter.
“I’m sorry, did you not want me to come back?” Jisung’s voice is different from any tone Jeongin has heard from him before and Jeongin huffs in annoyance at himself.
“Jisung, no one ever comes back. Unless it’s to pay and pick up the piece.” Jeongin sighs, looking away from the other, “I just don’t know how to act around you.”
Jeongin can’t look at him, but Jisung’s burnt scent slowly recedes, the warm, sweet tones returning to it as he calms.
“Oh, Jeongin.” Jeongin looks up at the concerned tone, surprised to see Jisung looking at him with something akin to pity or sadness. “I had a lovely time talking to you last time and just wanted to again. Is that so bad?”
“But why ?” Jeongin stresses.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Jeongin huffs out a disbelieving laugh. He can feel his frustration with Jisung not understanding, growing. He’s sure his scent is increasing, his emotions getting the better of him. He tries to reel it in but he’s so confused and doesn’t think it’s working.
“Everyone hates the way I smell, yet you and your pack never make a comment on it. I know you can smell it! You know why no one comes back.” Jeongin breathes deep, trying to control himself after his outburst.
“Your scent? What’s wrong with your scent?” Jisung looks so confused that Jeongin just deflates. Why is he not understanding?
“What do you mean? It’s bitter, it’s too strong, too aggressive–”
“Aggressive? How is it aggressive?” Jisung interrupts him, genuine upset clear in his voice.
“My pheromones–” Jeongin tries to explain, but Jisung huffs out an annoyed sound.
“Your pheromones,” Jisung grabs Jeongin’s arms, turning them towards each other. His grip is tight on Jeongin’s arm, his gaze intense. “You do not smell aggressive. You smell like coffee. Black coffee. It’s bitter, yeah. But it’s smoky and nutty and good.” Jisung pulls Jeongin closer. “You smell like coffee and you smell like a wolf. You don’t stink and it’s definitely not too strong for me.”
“But–”
“Jeongin, listen.” Jisung steps impossibly closer, closer than anyone has been to him in years. The heat from his body, the warmth of his scent is almost too much, but Jeongin just wants more . “You smell good to me, okay? You smell good.”
Jeongin feels the sting of tears in his eyes at the sincere sound of Jisung’s voice. No one has ever told him that before.
“Good?” Jeongin cringes at how desperate he sounds, but having a pretty omega like Jisung telling him that he smells good is something he never, ever thought would happen.
Jisung finally steps back, but barely. The soothing cinnamon scent invades all of his senses, blocking his self deprecating thoughts from spiraling out of control. He’s soothing him again.
“Is that really the reason you are out here alone?” Jisung sighs at Jeongin’s small nod. “Oh, baby.”
The words send a jolt of something through Jeongin that has him itching to be closer, to actually scent Jisung. But that would be pushing this newfound, tentative friendship that he’s starting to realize is an actual possibility.
“You really don’t mind it?” Jeongin can’t help but ask. Jisung’s hand tightens on his arm then, face is screwed up in something akin to anger and Jeongin pulls back, confused. Jisung sees his reaction and doesn’t quite manage to smooth it out, but the placating thumb rubbing along the skin of his arm soothes him.
“Jeongin, what do you know of my pack?”
Jeongin is a little confused by the seemingly random topic, but he still shakes his head.
“Only what you’ve told me. And that the last one who visited me was also nicer…”
Jisung smiles at this, puffing up in pride that his packmate was also nice to Jeongin. His grip on Jeongin’s arm finally loosens, but he stays close and doesn’t remove it.
“They were nicer, because my pack has many scents like yours. It’s not rare for my pack to have particularly strong scents. It used to be the norm for most packs honestly, but our scents have faded over time.”
“Really?” Jeongin has obviously never met someone with a smell like his, he can’t help but to be skeptical of Jisung’s words.
Jisung sighs, looking disappointed, but Jeongin can tell this time that it’s not towards him. Jisung pulls him towards the fire pit, tugging Jeongin until Jeongin is settling right beside him. Jeongin has to suppress a gasp as Jisung wraps himself around one of Jeongin’s arms, leaning his head towards his shoulder for a second and rubbing his cheek on the soft fabric.
“Do you remember tales of the past? When we were still wolves in form? When we could shift at will?”
Jeongin hums, he had heard that before. “But those are just tales told by older members of the pack. No one really believes that that used to happen.”
Jisung groans, hitting his head against Jeongin’s shoulder in frustration. Jeongin wants to smile at the action, but he’s still just confused mostly.
“Jeongin, those aren’t tales. That’s our history. Our ancestors used to be able to shift.” Jisung sighs, “It’s been a long time since most of us lost the ability, but some of us are still able to.”
“What?” Shifters? Jeongin can feel a headache coming on. “Jisung, what does that have to do with me though?”
Jisung laughs, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder again before replying. “Jeongin, my pack can shift. Your scent smells like them. Like a real wolf.”
Jeongin turns his head in surprise and just stares at him with wide eyes. His mind feels like it’s whirring, not able to really comprehend what Jisung is saying.
“I bet you could shift if Chan tried to teach you. It’s an art form, you have to be born with the ability, but you can’t shift unless you learn how. Your pack, judging by your lack of knowledge about shifters, is probably one of the ones who shunned the practice when society was advancing. ” Jisung rolls his eyes at the last word.
Jeongin sits in silence for a moment, trying to wrap his head around this.
“I don’t really know what to think, Jisung.” Jeongin looks down at his hands. Jisung’s slowly slips his hands into his.
“You don’t have to do anything about it. I just wanted you to know that your scent is normal. My entire pack almost can shift, you smell like a really powerful wolf, but it’s not overbearing. I promise.”
Jeongin nods, soaking in Jisung’s words–or attempting to.
“Why don't we go take a nap? Rest a bit and then we can finish showing me what you’ve done so far.” Jisung interrupts his thoughts.
“A nap? You want to nap with me?” Jeongin’s voice breaks at the unexpected offer.
Jisung nods, a grin on his face. He rubs his cheek against his shoulder once more and it’s only then that Jeongin realizes that Jisung has been scenting him as friends do. He swallows a lump in his throat.
Jeongin gets up, dragging Jisung with him since he’s still wrapped around his arm.
Jisung hasn’t been inside his home so Jeongin lets him look his fill as he lays out the furs on his bed to be more comfortable for two. He has to add a couple more with the addition of the omega in his bed, but the soft pile of furs is clean at least and Jisung practically jumps into them when Jeongin gestures to him to lay down.
Jeongin takes a deep breath before joining him, suppressing a smile as Jisung immediately wraps his body around Jeongin’s. Jisung’s nose ends up buried in his neck, small puffs of air causing a mix of their scents to rise up on each exhale. Jeongin practically melts into his furs at the smell, satisfied, at peace.
Jisung’s nose is practically rubbing against Jeongin’s scent gland, and Jeongin wants to groan at the feeling of someone being so close to him. It doesn’t help that someone is Jisung. The warm, sweet omega that is slowly worming his way into Jeongin’s life.
Jisung comes back a few more times over the next month, usually at least once a week, though there was one week that he showed up only two days after the last time he visited. By his fourth visit, Jeongin felt like he could call him a friend. He still had doubts sometimes about Jisung actually liking him, but Jisung never gave him a reason to truly doubt.
Each time he came to visit, he even brought Jeongin gifts. Sometimes it was something that Jisung had handmade for him. The tiny carved fox sits next to his bed, watching over him as he sleeps. Just like Jisung had suggested he do. Other times, it was something like the ripest fruit he had managed to find that morning.
Jeongin always smiled, being sure to have something to give to Jisung as well after the first time–a tiny carved chipmunk, because it reminded him of Jisung when he saw one the other day. Jeongin even made Jisung his own bowl to have at Jeongin’s home, since the other had started to stay long enough for Jeongin to get embarrassed that he didn’t have more than one set of dishes.
Jisung’s face would always light up so prettily when Jeongin had yet another gift for him, his scent blooming and swirling around Jeongin in happiness. Jeongin’s alpha would curl up inside of him, satisfied, every time. He knew his own scent was pulsing with satisfaction every time Jisung thanked him for a gift and at first he had been ashamed at his inability to control his scent even a little, but Jisung had only surged forwards to latch onto Jeongin in one of his first hugs since presenting.
Jeongin always had a gift for Jisung. Anything for that beautiful smile and giggle that Jisung would let out.
As the air begins to turn cold, Jeongin stakes out on a hunt. Usually, he wouldn’t bother. His customers usually give him enough dried meat and such before winter hits that he doesn’t have to worry about food. But with Jisung coming around so much, almost 3 times a week in the last two weeks, his supplies have been dwindling slightly more than usual.
Jeongin has never been the best hunter, his scent preventing him from training with the other hunters after he presented, but he knew he could manage. He set up a few traps for smaller game, knowing that his scent usually scared them off before he could get close. After a few hours, he heard the snap of a trap springing in the distance, smiling to himself with satisfaction.
Two rabbits and one deer later, he was greatly pleased with his catch. He spent the day processing the animals, hanging meat to dry and then preparing the pelts for use. Seeing the pelts laid out for drying, strikes him with an idea. He doesn’t know if he’s overstepping, but as soon as he gets the idea in his head, he can’t ignore it.
Two weeks later, as Jeongin waits for Jisung to come by again to check the progress of the furniture, he’s finally ready.
Jisung doesn’t arrive alone though.
There’s a man with him, shorter than himself, but he can see his arm muscles bulging from afar as he pulls a cart behind them. Jeongin’s alpha threatens to growl as the two get closer, Jeongin shifting on his two feet as he catches the smell of alpha.
A near overwhelming alpha scent.
He stays frozen in his spot as the pair walk up to his gate, ignoring Jisung’s shout hello. The alpha’s scent is full, heavy, weighing him down as his nose gets used to it. And then the man smiles, dimples deploying and Jeongin tries to shake himself out of the haze.
“Jeongin?” Jisung looks worried, shooting looks between the two even as his companion smiles at Jeongin, unbothered.
The man’s scent seems to have faded into the background of Jeongin’s senses after a bit, though its heavy presence makes it impossible to truly ignore. Is this one of the scents Jisung was talking about? Is this how he smells to everyone else?
“Jeongin? This is my pack alpha.” Jisung smiles nervously, taking a step away from the new alpha. The click of the gate finally jolts him into speaking.
“Hello.” Jeongin almost cringes at how weak his voice sounds, how affected he sounds.
“Hello Jeongin. I’m Bang Chan.” Chan’s head tilts in greeting, Jeongin’s following absentmindedly.
“Can we come in? Or just me is fine.” Jisung speaks up after a second of silence. Jeongin can just begin to catch Jisung’s scent as he speaks, the omega trying to calm him from afar.
“I’m just here to help pick up the furniture we’ve requested.” Chan smiles at him, hands by his side. His alpha struggles with calming down, but Jeongin eventually manages to open his mouth and not have a growl come out.
“I’m sorry. Forgive me, I don’t know what came over me.” Jeongin finally shakes his head, letting the warm scent of Jisung’s calming pheromones fill his senses instead.
Chapter 3: Three (3.3k)
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“I think you’ll be good for him.” Chan speaks after a few moments of silence and Jeongin yelps when he hits his head on another piece of furniture in the surprise.
“Good for him?” Jeongin turns towards Chan, rubbing the spot on his head. He can’t imagine much good he would do for Jisung. Jisung is the one who makes his days brighter, makes him smile, not the other way around.
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Jeongin warms up to Chan fairly easily after the first few moments. He’s still reeling from how he behaved at the other Alpha’s scent even as he shows Chan the finished pieces.
“Wow Jeongin. I knew you were talented, from word of mouth, but also from Jisung’s praise, but I didn’t expect them to be so amazing!” Chan turns to Jeongin with a wide smile and Jeongin almost preens at Chan hinting that Jisung had praised him to the others.
“Ahh, I was just doing my best.” Jeongin shrugs, but his alpha begs him to inch towards Jisung.
He doesn’t let himself though–still being vaguely unsure in their friendship and Jisung’s pack alpha standing right there are enough deterrents.
They make quick work of loading the few pieces of furniture into the cart, Jisung watching from the sidelines and ‘directing’ he called it. Jeongin, and Chan seemingly, had no problem letting Jisung sit to the side.
Jeongin was actually slightly worried about the omega. He seemed to be more flushed than usual, easily winded and his scent smelt different . Jeongin couldn’t quite decide how. It might’ve been a little more dessert-like, or maybe the fruity hint to his scent was a little stronger? Either way, Jeongin directed Jisung to stay seated with a quick agreement from Chan.
“These are going to look great in our packhouse, Jeongin.” Chan says once they’re done loading the cart. He had exclaimed praise as they loaded each one, noticing how sturdy each piece was built.
Jeongin shyly ducks his head, not used to having an alpha’s approval sound so sincere. Even when he was younger, his father never praised him so much. There were too many ways for Jeongin to improve. He hadn’t been satisfied by the time Jeongin had presented and he had barely spoken to him after the fact.
“I might have to ask you to create a small table for my room, before the spring comes. My mate has been needing something like that.” Chan’s voice brings Jeongin out of his memories and he tries to shake them off before they threaten to change his scent. He focuses on what Chan said before turning to Jisung.
“Oh? Like the table Jisung is lounging against? Or similar, anyway?” He turns back to Chan with a chuckle as Jisung playfully lounges against the table further, displaying it to Chan.
Chan looks over, chuckling at Jisung but turning back to Jeongin with a smile. “That would be perfect! Seungminnie would make use of it for sure.”
Jeongin hums thoughtfully, before he remembers something. “I have one in storage actually. Would you want to see if it would work?”
“Storage?” Chan tilts his head, his eyes sweeping across Jeongin’s yard.
Jeongin chuckles, gesturing to the back of his home. “I have a shed in the back. Sometimes I make furniture for fun during the winter when business is slow and then I’ll sell them at a later date, or use them myself.”
“Sure, we can go check it out.” Chan smiles and Jeongin can feel his alpha preen yet again.
“Hey, Jisung. Wait here while I walk to the shed with Jeongin.” Chan fixes the omega with a look that makes Jeongin uneasy. That was definitely a look with a meaning . Jisung falls back down from where he had begun to stand with a pout on his face.
Jeongin leads Chan to the shed with growing trepidation. He knew it was too good to be true that Chan had let his omega pack member around someone like him. Someone who–
“I’m so glad that we sent Jisung in Hyunjin’s stead that first time. He seems to be so much happier since he met you. Don’t tell him I said so, but he’s always excited when he gets to visit you all the time.” Chan’s words halt Jeongin’s spiraling thoughts.
“What?” He almost stumbles in shock as Chan’s words hit him.
“Mmhmm. We almost sent Seungmin-ah, my mate, but Jisung had begged to go instead. He had been feeling a little cooped up as we got used to a nesting beta in the home. Hyunjin hadn’t wanted any of his pack members to leave the safety of our land for the first month.”
Jeongin hums, he doesn’t really get pack life anymore and that’s clear. Nesting? He barely remembers those lessons from when he was younger. And he certainly can’t think of anyone who would care about his safety like that. Jisung’s pack must really love him, Jeongin sighs wistfully.
He doesn’t verbally respond to Chan, not quite knowing what to say to the other alpha. He distracts himself, instead, by opening the shed. The latch is slightly stuck as he’s been focusing on Jisung’s pack’s order, but it comes away easily enough even with Chan’s alpha behind his back.
The door thankfully swings open with ease and he begins to search for the table he knows he has in here. The shed isn’t very big, but most of the furniture in here is tinier and the shed is full so there is a lot to sift through. Chan makes a few comments here and there, making Jeongin flushed from the praise, but he’s fairly focused on moving pieces around.
“I think you’ll be good for him.” Chan speaks after a few moments of silence and Jeongin yelps when he hits his head on another piece of furniture in the surprise.
“Good for him?” Jeongin turns towards Chan, rubbing the spot on his head. He can’t imagine much good he would do for Jisung. Jisung is the one who makes his days brighter, makes him smile, not the other way around.
“Jisung has always been different from the others in the pack. Always wanting to be in the woods, always wanting to nest by himself for a few days before cuddling up to another member for a day or two to recharge and then he’d be back to his own. The other’s are much more interested in being around the pack house than he is. He’s special to us. He makes us laugh, makes us smile, but there has always been a distance there that the others don't really see. But he seems to be different after visiting you.”
“He’s probably just tired from the trip back and forth all the time.” Jeongin gulps, turning back to his search and finally seeing the table he was thinking of. He begins to unbury it when Chan speaks again.
“Has he told you about our pack? What most of us can do?” Chan helps to move some of the pieces and they uncover the table quickly.
“Sort of” Jeongin looks at Chan briefly, making eye contact but quickly turning away again.
“He’s the only one that isn’t strong enough to shift.” Chan looks down at the table Jeongin sets in front of him and smiles as he squats to look at it. “He’s always been self conscious of that and I think some of that distance was because of him being different from us, but I think meeting you has put some things into perspective for him.” Chan stands up with a clap, “This table is perfect, I think we can squeeze it onto the cart.”
“Perspective?” Jeongin doesn’t really understand what he could ever do to help Jisung. The omega has always seemed the same to him as that first day. Chan’s words only make his heart ache for the other, wondering why he’s chosen to be friends with Jeongin.
“Yeah. He seems more at peace with who he is when he’s around us. He’s been in the house more often, nesting with Jinnie on his bad days and even with Changbin, our other omega. I can’t explain it, but there’s been a shift in him. I just know that you’re good for him and I approve.”
Chan grabs the table then and heads out of the door. Jeongin takes a moment, shuffling things around as he listens to Chan walk away. His mind feels slow as he tries to take in the information. Jisung’s always been so bubbly and kind. All over Jeongin. He can’t quite wrap his head around Jisung being a different person when he’s around his pack.
Jisung has told him enough stories that he knows the omega loves his pack with everything he has and knows they love him just as much. It’s been a hard thing for him to picture having such a loving pack. He’s grown so fond of Jisung though, that he can’t help the bloom of pride in his chest as Chan says that the other has been opening up to them more. Jisung deserves so many good things.
He finally exits the shed after a few minutes, latching it behind him before returning to the others. He finds them chatting, the table already loaded onto the cart with the rest of the things. Chan has an easy smile on his face as he talks with Jisung, but the other looks nervous. He walks a little quicker in unconscious concern for him.
“Are you okay?” Jisung lets his lip go from between his teeth at the question, a soft smile growing as his eyes sweep across Jeongin’s face. His nod is quick after that and Jeongin can finally relax.
Chan chuckles, shaking his head a little as he stares at them.
“Are you staying or are you coming back with me?” Chan moves to get ready to leave.
“I can stay? Really?” Jisung bounces on his feet before throwing his arms around Chan when he nods.
“I took up all of his time. You can stay and head back in the morning. But no later than that, considering. I can come get you.” Chan smiles when Jisung squeezes him once more.
“Is that okay with you?” Jeongin smiles when Jisung bounds up to him, quickly nodding as his scent wraps around him in joy.
“Yeah, of course.”
Jisung insists on helping Jeongin prepare a meal later that night. They eat curled up by the fire pit, soft laughter and conversation filling the air. The wind makes Jisung shiver and Jeongin remembers his gift.
He gets up, waving Jisung to sit still before he walks into his hut. He grabs the set, petting the fur softly and taking a deep breath before turning to go back to Jisung. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, but he put a lot of work into them for Jisung.
“Here.” Jeongin sits in front of Jisung and hands him the bundle.
“What’s this?” Jisung looks on with wide eyes.
“For you. I made them.”
Jisung seems to be on the verge of tears, but his smile is clear and his scent happy so Jeongin lets out a breath. Jisung’s fingers are shaky as he unwraps the gift. Jeongin had spent the last couple of weeks processing the pelt and then creating them. They’re a pair of mittens with a matching hat. Honestly, it wasn’t hard work, but Jeongin would do the work a thousand times if he could see that bright smile on Jisung’s face once again.
And then it hits him, he’s not just crushing on the other, he’s in love.
He always thought that a realization like that would never happen for him. He never thought he would ever get close enough to someone to be able to fall in love with them. He thought he might’ve been devastated if that happened, knowing that no one would ever love him in return. But now, he can only be glad that he met Jisung at all.
Jisung’s squeal is what finally breaks him out of his thoughts, the smile on his face growing even more as he holds up the gloves.
“Jeongin, these are so nice!?” His eyes are shiny as he excitedly shoves them onto his hands.
Jeongin smiles at the praise, puffing up a little in pride. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
“I love them.” Jisung looks down at the pair on his hands, the hat is shoved onto his head and Jeongin’s heart throbs at the whole look.
“Jeongin,” Jisung pauses, sounding unsure for the first time since they met, looking up at him meekly through his lashes. “Can you scent them for me?”
“Scent them?” Jeongin tilts his head. He doesn’t know why Jisung would want his scent on them.
“Yeah. I’ll miss you during the next week, because of my heat, you know? I just want to be able to smell you when we’re apart.” Jisung is blushing as he speaks, not making eye contact with him.
Jeongin sits in silence for a while, the confusion the only thing on his mind. Why would Jisung ask for his scent? When is he going into heat? Is that why he doesn't smell quite the same as usual? Why would he ask for his scent during his heat?
“Um, yeah? Sure.” Jeongin holds a hand out for the items, not quite getting it, but willing to do anything for the omega.
Jisung looks up almost in shock, a smile threatening to split his face with how big it is. “Oh, thank you!”
Jisung hands them over, practically bouncing in his spot next to the fire as Jeongin scents them.
He rubs them over his scent glands, a little embarrassed, but thorough. They are almost dripping with his scent when he’s done and make his own nose curl up at the strength of his scent. He gives them to the omega who squeals in excitement as he shoves the hat into his face, taking a deep breath.
Jisung’s scent blooms around them in happiness, curling around Jeongin until it’s all he can think about. Jeongin twitches in his pants at the smell, Jisung did say he was almost in heat after all. He ignores it though, smiling in his own happiness as he watches Jisung soaking in his scent.
He knows omegas like to smell their pack during their heats, knows they love to be doused in their mate’s scents. He didn’t know they would also want a friend from a different pack’s scent. It makes his alpha preen as Jisung takes his fill of his scent.
Jisung lifts his head from the hat he had been sniffing with his eyes glazed over. Jeongin knows this look, though it’s never been towards his own scent. Scent-drunk. He chuckles before standing, reaching a hand down for Jisung to take.
He leads them into his home, towards the furs spread out over his bed. Jisung curls up easily in the furs, hands hugging his gift tight to his chest. Jeongin smiles at him, watching him for a moment before heading back outside. He snuffs out the firepit, cleaning up their dinner before finally climbing into his bed next to the sleeping omega.
Jisung turns to him almost instantly, snaking his way into Jeongin’s arms until his head is resting next to his neck, his nose almost nearing his scent glands. Jeongin’s entire body feels aflame as Jisung’s scent invades his nose as he settles into him.
He’s always found Jisung’s scent lovely. It was warm, spicy but also sweet. It reminded him of good times without overwhelming him with memories. His scent made him happy. He wraps Jisung in his arms tight before he finally lets himself drift to sleep.
Movement next to him is what wakes Jeongin the next morning. He blearily blinks his eyes open, looking around in dazed confusion before the movement continues. He looks down and finally remembers Jisung in his arms. The omega is pushing closer to him, nose touching his scent glands now.
He shivers as Jisung brushes against it once more, his whole body seemingly trying to get closer and closer to him. His scent is sweeter in the air, sweeter even than it was yesterday. His skin is hotter to the touch than he was when they fell asleep as he inches closer and closer to Jeongin.
Jeongin is too sleepy to even realize what the omega is trying to do until Jisung is practically on top of him. He’s a warm weight, blanketing Jeongin in his thick scent as he fully melts on top of him. Jeongin huffs out a laugh as the omega’s limbs go slack once his nose is fully touching his neck. His arms come up, almost unbidden, to stroke Jisung’s back.
Jisung begins to purr at his touch, practically one with Jeongin as much as his body has melted. Jeongin glances at the window, it’s still almost dark out and he’s sure they have a couple of hours before Chan comes to retrieve Jisung, so he lets his rumbling lull him back to sleep.
A knock on his door is what wakes him a second time. The sound is unusual enough that Jeongin jolts awake almost immediately.
“Jeongin? Jisung-ah? It’s me.” Chan’s voice drifts inside, followed shortly by his scent.
Jeongin’s arms squeeze tighter around the sleeping omega in his arms as the scent hits him. His alpha, covered in the omega’s heat tinged scent, is screaming at him to protect, to fight, but he takes a few breaths to settle. Chan doesn’t knock again, but he doesn’t step away from the door either.
He probably knows what Jeongin’s alpha is doing. He can smell his own scent in the air, strong with the will to fight. Jisung whimpers on top of him and Jeongin presses his nose into his hair to truly calm himself.
It isn’t until his scent retreats that Chan knocks once more on the door. “I’m gonna open the door now.” He warns.
The door opens slowly, but luckily Jeongin’s scent doesn’t spike again.
“Hi.” Jeongin says sheepishly once Chan comes into view.
“Hi there.” Chan chuckles, taking in the sight before him.
Jeongin would almost be embarrassed if he didn’t like it so much. He smiles at Chan who only shakes his head with a fond gaze. Chan asks him to wake Jisung, not stepping too close, which Jeongin is grateful for. It’s still taking him a long time to get used to the friendly alpha in his territory.
Jisung awakens slowly and with a whine. It earns him a soft chuckle from both alphas, which wakes him more.
“Hi Channie.” Jisung hums, not lifting his head from Jeongin’s neck.
“Hi baby. You ready to go?”
Jisung shakes his head, tickling Jeongin’s neck with his nose, who jerks away with a shiver.
“C’mon, before your heat actually hits.”
Jeongin gently climbs out from under the omega at the words, knowing that it would not be ideal to carry a fully in-heat omega through the woods.
Jisung sits up, blinking at the two alphas before finally standing. He pouts at Jeongin when he chuckles at the stumbling.
Jeongin picks up the gift from the furs, sniffing once to make sure his scent is still stuck to them, before handing them to Jisung. The omega blushes, but holds the items close to his chest as he stands.
“I’ll come back when my heat is over.”
Jeongin smiles, holding an arm out for the omega to crowd into his embrace. Jisung presses his nose to Jeongin’s scent gland once more. He must really like Jeongin’s scent after all.
Chan clears his throat after a while and Jeongin flushes before gently pushing Jisung away. Jisung whines and pouts but lets Jeongin turn him towards Chan, who smiles softly at him before taking his hand.
Jeongin’s alpha practically begs Jeongin to grab the omega out of Chan’s hands, but Jeongin anchors his feet and refrains.
It isn’t until Jisung is out of his sight that his alpha calms, his human rationale finally returning. He can’t help but to feel embarrassed at how possessive he’s been over Jisung. And as he sits back onto the furs, Jisung’s sweet omega in pre-heat scent wafting around him, he realizes.
He wants him.
Chapter 4: Four (3.5k)
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Jeongin spends the entire morning after Jisung leaves, lamenting about his realization.
He had known Jisung was creeping into his mind and starting to take over, but he hadn’t realized to what extent the omega made up his mind. And he definitely hadn’t really put together how much Jisung scenting him had really affected him. Or the way his alpha had latched on to the idea of making something for Jisung so easily, the way he had preened when Jisung accepted the gift.
Jeongin sighs, burying his head into the furs. It doesn’t help much as he only ends up breathing in Jisung’s scent. He wants to cry and so, as he starts to spiral into thoughts of how unlikely it is that Jisung wants anything more than friendship, he does. No omega wants an alpha who has been rejected by his birth pack, sent into the woods to exist without bothering them. The tears soak into the furs until they’re all he can smell, Jisung scent finally being overpowered.
Jeongin turns to his side as the tears slow. His head hurts and he just wants to go to sleep and not think about anything. He shuffles around until he finds a spot where Jisung’s scent is still clinging and breathes in deeply. Despite everything, the scent manages to calm him and he’s out in minutes.
He wakes up when the sun is fading, the night already here. He’s slept the day away, yet he’s still so tired. The crying must have really tired him out since he doesn’t even remember the last time he cried like that. He had been doing so good with his thoughts, not letting them consume him before Jisung pushed his way into his life. He’s been so good at just being grateful for Jisung’s friendship that he’s almost disgusted with himself for daring to fall in love with the omega.
Jisung, who is so good and nice and sweet and funny. Jisung, who is the perfect person to have brought Jeongin out of his shell. Jisung, who made falling in love with him easy and effortless. Jisung, who does not deserve an alpha like him.
Jeongin makes up his mind that he needs to distance himself physically from Jisung. No more scenting his neck, no more cuddling in his bed as Jisung surrenders to his preheat instincts. The thought makes his alpha whine, a headache blooming and an ache in his chest growing.
He allows himself the rest of the afternoon to mourn being so close to Jisung. Tomorrow, he will not think about him. He can still save what is left of their relationship, if Jisung still wishes to be friends after his heat. He doesn’t have to let his feelings ruin the only good thing in his life. Jeongin can distance himself and save Jisung from himself.
The week Jisung is gone for his heat is harder on Jeongin than he thought it would be. Even after his revelation–and consequently his decision to distance them physically–he had assumed the distance would do him good and would help him get used to not having Jisung by his side.
But Jeongin’s alpha was practically crying out for the omega everyday. His head consistently pounded every day the other didn’t visit. He could barely bring himself to eat as he missed the other so much. Even he could smell the distress in the air as he waited for Jisung to return. He was antsy for the other, somehow feeling wrong that Jisung was away from him during his heat.
Jeongin knew he had no control over the omega, but thinking about him being so far away, wrapped up in another pack’s scent, had his alpha whining inside. Jeongin didn’t even want to control him. He just wanted Jisung to smell like him during his heat. He was sure he had scented him enough before he left for home, but Jeongin had no way of knowing if his scent was still engulfing him. Jeongin was disgusted with how much he thought of Jisung as his when Jisung hadn’t shown him the smallest sign of being interested.
He tries to busy himself, working on other orders that nearby packs had left him with, but his thoughts were consumed and his headache had him constantly distracted. Jeongin hadn’t given himself a splinter since before he was presented but he left the week behind with three of them in one hand.
The weather is wet and gloomy the day that Jisung returns. Jeongin had spared only a thought to how fitting the gloom was before he had forced himself to focus on his work. He did get a lot completed luckily, but he still felt uncomfortable.
It’s the scent that alerts him first. His head swivels before he even registers that it’s Jisung he’s sensing. When his eyes finally catch on Jisung’s bright smile, Jeongin is surprised how fast his headache lifts.
“Hi, Jeongin!” Jisung shouts from the gate, already reaching to open it.
Jeongin is in front of him in a second, arms almost extending for a hug before he realizes what he’s doing. He pulls his arms back, wavering on his feet for a second and hoping that Jisung won’t notice.
“Hey, how are you? How do you feel?” Jeongin asks, but he can tell from Jisung’s scent that the omega is happy, satisfied. A curl of jealousy makes itself known in his stomach, but Jeongin hurries to push it away. His scent is long washed off of him–it would’ve been way too dangerous for Jisung to have walked through the woods in heat scent soaked clothes of course–but Jeongin still catches a whiff as Jisung chatters happily to him about how well he feels.
It’s then that he notices the gloves on his hands. His alpha preens and whines inside of him and Jeongin has a second to think fuck it before he’s wrapping a still chattering Jisung into his arms. Jisung immediately freezes and stops talking, but he quickly wraps his arms around Jeongin in return. Jisung’s nose immediately finds its way into Jeongin’s neck and Jeongin sighs as he buries his face in Jisung’s neck as well.
He can let himself have it this time.
“Missed you.” Jisung speaks into his neck, nose rubbing against Jeongin’s scent gland. The sensation is enough to have him shivering where he stands, the sweet scent of Jisung’s heat receding filling his nose in a vague approximation of what the omega must smell like.
Jeongin hums in response, throat clogged with how much he wants the man in his arms, yet he doesn’t belong to him. He goes to let go, but Jisung’s arms only tighten around him as he whines.
Jeongin huffs out a laugh at the response, “Do you want to go lay down together again?” Jeongin figures the omega would like that, since he’s still most likely tired from the ordeal of the past week. He’s rewarded with an excited Jisung jumping into his arms, wrapping his legs around Jeongin’s waist as he stumbles from the sudden pounce. He holds him tight to his body even as he chuckles at his eagerness, not willing to let Jisung fall.
He walks them into his hut, not worried about the project he was working on beforehand at all. He can get back to it later. He lays Jisung down on his furs, the omega surprisingly letting go easily once laid in his bed. Jisung makes a curious noise when he buries his face into the furs below, picking his head up with a sad look.
“What happened?”
Jeongin tilts his head, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Your bed is covered in sad scents. Are you okay? C’mere.” Jisung raises a hand, beckoning Jeongin to lay next to him.
Jeongin easily goes with wide eyes. He wasn’t expecting the scent of despair to still be lingering on his furs, but he should've known. Jisung’s nose has always been strong and it’s probably more sensitive now too, having just come off his heat.
“Ah, it was nothing.” He smiles his best to assure Jisung and Jeongin can tell the omega wants to ask, but something in Jeongin’s face must prevent Jisung from pressing.
He curls up in Jeongin’s arms instead, nose pressed into his neck and with a few deep breaths, his body melts into the furs and Jeongin can’t help but to follow him.
Jeongin awakens from their nap as the sun is low in the sky. Jisung is still tucked into his chest, though his head has fallen backwards so his nose isn’t buried in his scent gland anymore. Jeongin tilts his head back just enough to get a good look at him.
His face is so soft and puffy from sleep and there’s a glow about him from the previous week of heat. Jeongin lets his gaze roam Jisung’s face, truly using the opportunity to look his fill. Jisung’s mouth is slack, his teeth just peeking out from behind his lips. Jeongin’s breath stutters as his mind flashes him thoughts of Jisung mating with him, his bite etched into his neck forever.
Jeongin shuts his eyes against the vision. His jaw aches with want and he desperately tries to shove the thoughts away. This is exactly why he had wanted to distance himself. But when Jisung looks at him with those eyes, he can’t resist. He doesn’t know how he ever expected himself to resist. As long as he doesn’t do anything to hint to Jisung about what he wants, he should be fine. Right?
Jisung’s hums in his sleep, making Jeongin’s eyes fly open to see his nose scrunching as he begins to stir. Their eyes meet as soon as Jisung’s open. Jisung’s heart shaped smile immediately lights up his face before he buries his face into Jeongin’s chest. They don’t speak and Jeongin doesn’t really feel the need to fill the void quite yet–his thoughts still spiraling.
It’s only after the sky begins to darken that Jisung finally breaks the silence.
“What did you do while I was gone?” His hand trails across Jeongin’s chest, his fingers walking down Jeongin’s arm before they’re entwining with Jeongin’s hand.
Jeongin can feel himself freeze at the question. How does he even begin to tell him how much Jeongin’s alpha missed the other? How does he tell him that his alpha whined and cried for days for the omega? How does he tell him how he spent the first day confined to his bed, because he realized he was in love with him?
“I did some work and missed you a little bit.” It’s an understatement, but even though Jisung doesn’t want to mate him, he knows that that’s what the omega wants to hear. He wants to know he was missed, but he doesn’t want to know that Jeongin missed him so much that his alpha was starting to go crazy.
“Did you get some good work done?” Jisung rubs his face against Jeongin’s chest. Jeongin’s heart aches.
“I did.” Jeongin hums. It’s silent for a few more moments, allowing Jeongin to take in the headache that had been eased by Jisung’s scent returning once more. He screws his face up in annoyance. His scent must be doing something, because Jisung pulls his face back from his chest to look at Jeongin’s face.
“Are you okay?” His voice is so concerned that it makes him ache even more.
“My head hurts, I'm fine.” Jeongin tries to pacify Jisung with a smile, but the omega only frowns before returning back to his spot in Jeongin’s chest. Jisung takes a few deep breaths, but it’s almost as if he’s smelling Jeongin on purpose.
“Is it, is it your rut?” Jisung’s voice is quiet, whispered into Jeongin’s chest that he almost doesn’t hear him.
Jeongin’s mind blanks from the question that is startling and quite out of nowhere. He was smelling him.
“Um,” Jeongin blushes. “Do I smell bad? I’m sorry.”
Jeongin cringes, making to let go of the other, but Jisung’s arms wrap tighter around him.
“You don’t smell bad. Just different.” Jisung rubs his face in his chest once more, a habit that is slowly starting to cause Jeongin to blush with as much as Jisung does it.
So much for distance, he thinks, as he pulls Jisung into his embrace further. He doesn’t answer him again, instead actually taking stock of how he’s feeling. He does feel a bit warm and his head aches like it usually does when he enters pre-rut.
He presses his nose into Jisung’s hair, taking deep breaths of the omega’s warming scent. It immediately loosens his body, his headache easing as tension bleeds out of him.
“I think you’re right.” Jeongin mumbles, slightly embarrassed and a little sad that he’ll have yet another week of no Jisung to be found.
Jisung squeezes Jeongin’s hand in his, but after a moment of silence his fingers begin to twitch. His scent changes just slightly, enough to worry Jeongin. Why does he smell so unsure of himself?
‘Do you…” Jisung pauses and Jeongin can feel the deep breath he takes, “do you want to have my scent during your rut?”
Jeongin can feel the breath leave him at the thought. The omegas scent in his clothes, on his furs. The omega’s scent surrounding him as he ruts into his own hand. Their scents mingling as Jeongin comes into the furs below him.
He can smell his own scent growing in arousal and hurries to tamper it down, suddenly angry. How dare Jisung tease him like this. The anger makes him irrational. He has to know how Jeongin feels about him.
He lets go of the other in his arms, getting up from the bed. He tries to hide his anger, but he can smell Jisung’s scent changing. It’s bitter from sadness and it makes Jeongin even angrier.
“Why would you offer that to me?” His voice is foreign to his own ears, never having heard himself sound so angry and hurt. He really had thought that Jisung was different from others. He hadn’t expected him to be so cruel.
He doesn’t look at the other, but he can hear him scrambling to sit up.
“I—What do you mean?” Jeongin curses to himself when he hears Jisung’s voice break in confusion, but his anger is already curling in his stomach and there isn’t much he can do about it.
“Do you have any idea what you just offered to me? How inappropriate that was?” Jeongin feels cruel as he says it, but the hurt is too strong to stop himself.
He finally looks over at Jisung, seeing the omega curl into himself. The scent of distress in the air is almost enough to stop Jeongin short, but he stops himself from kneeling before him and apologizing.
“I’m sorry.” Jisung whimpers, looking down at the floor. “I just thought it was fine since you offered yours. I’m sorry, alpha.” His head is bowed in shame and Jeongin’s stomach hurts from his own anger turning back on himself. His anger is cooling towards Jisung, but he’s now just upset with himself. Upset that he’s made Jisung look like that, upset that Jisung’s scent is sad because of him. Upset that he can’t just be normal.
“You know that it’s different.” Jeongin finally manages to utter. “You know that it’s different when your omega wants safe scents and my alpha wants only their mate’s scent.”
The anger has bled out of his voice now, only leaving hurt behind that is evident even to himself. His throat chokes up as he sees that Jisung is crying now and he wants nothing but to calm him down again. The scents in his home are so upset it’s making his headache worse, but he can’t comfort the other when he’s so upset himself.
And then Jisung is standing up from the bed, his face screwed up in anger as he looks at the alpha.
“I see. I’m sorry for sticking around for so long when you clearly don’t want me to be here.” His words are spit out at Jeongin and he knows he deserves it, but he can’t help the hurt from showing on his face when the omega storms past him. Jisung’s hand is on the door when he turns around, tears still streaming down his face.
“Don’t give an omega a courting gift next time, if you don’t intend on actually mating with them.” The words freeze Jeongin in his tracks, but the way Jisung throws the mittens onto the floor by Jeongin’s feet make his alpha howl in pain. Jisung turns back to the door, pushing it open when Jeongin speaks.
“Courting gift?” Jeongin whispers the words, but Jisung still freezes in the doorway.
Jisung turns to him, tension bleeding out of his shoulders when he looks at the lost look on Jeongin’s face. They look at each other in confusion before Jisung’s face drops.
“You didn’t know, did you?” His voice wobbles, fresh tears dripping down his face.
“I—“ Jeongin opens his mouth, words failing him. He made Jisung a courting gift? He looks down at the mittens by his feet, his alpha whining and crying and Jeongin’s own tears sprang to his eyes at the sight of them on the floor. He bends down, picking them up with shaking hands.
“And scenting me before my heat? Did you know what you were doing? Claiming me? So my own pack wouldn’t touch me during it?” Jisung walks back into the hut then, the door closing behind him. Jeongin looks up at him, still crouched on the floor. He can feel the tears on his cheeks, can see Jisung’s tears on his own.
The scent of upset is slowly easing, but it’s still evident in the air and Jeongin feels like he’s choking on it. His mind spins and spins. Was that what he was doing? Claiming the omega before he even knew he was in love with him? Why is Jisung so upset with him?
“I thought,” Jeongin swallows as Jisung kneels before him. “I thought you just wanted a friend’s scent.”
He cringes even as he speaks, the pitying look on Jisung’s face not helping at all. The bitter hurt scent is gone in favor of sadness. It’s just as suffocating, but Jeongin is too confused to even worry about it.
“Jeongin, omegas don’t want just any friendly alpha scents in their nest when they have a whole pack of scents they can have.” Jisung inches closer, and Jeongin can feel the hope blooming in his chest as Jisung’s hands land on the mittens in his grip. “I wanted your scent because you accepted my courting and even started courting me yourself.”
Jeongin’s mouth drops open and it takes him a moment to find his words. “You were courting me? You want to court me?”
Jisung smiles a soft, sad smile. “No, I want to mate with you.”
Jeongin bows his head, fresh tears leak from his eyes and he looks away from Jisung’s face. He doesn’t want him to see how affected he is by such simple words.
“You want me? Are you sure?” His voice cracks in the middle and he cringes at himself. Jisung’s scent is still oozing sadness, and his own scent doesn’t help, but Jisung comes even closer. His scent grows and Jeongin knows he’s trying to calm him down with it.
“Of course I’m sure. Even Chan approves. He even told me he told you that he’ll let you mate with me!” Jeongin’s head flies up in shock.
“He what? He just told me I was good for you…?”
“Yeah.” Jisung smiles at him, thumb running along the back of Jeongin’s hand. It’s calming between the pheromones and Jisung’s warm touch, but Jeongin still can’t quite believe it.
“You really want to mate with me?” He searches Jisung’s face, but the other just softly smiles at him and nods.
“Jeongin, you’re an amazing alpha. You’re handsome. You’re strong. You’re so sweet and caring and you make me feel special. You make me laugh and I could listen to you talk about things you love for hours on end. I’m so sure that I want to mate with you, because I love you.”
Tears stream down Jeongin’s face as Jisung speaks. It’s not something he ever expected an omega to ever tell him. He hadn’t expected to ever even get the chance to become close enough to someone for them to see past the scent. He definitely hadn’t ever expected to find someone that never even saw the scent.
“You’re not lying to me?” Jeongin cries. He knows he must look ugly with how hard he’s crying, but Jeongin can’t stop. Relief and hope and happiness threaten to suffocate him.
“Oh, baby.” Jisung’s hands come up to rest on his face, thumbs swiping at the tears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Jeongin finally manages to choke out the words. It’s all worth it when Jisung’s smile blooms in response, tears appear in his eyes with what Jeongin hopes is happiness.
“Can I kiss you now?” Jeongin’s eyes widen, he can feel the heat of a blush on his face. He nods and Jisung’s lips are on his.
Chapter 5: Five (3.7k)
Summary:
Jisung is quiet for a few minutes, contemplative, before finally turning to look into Jeongin’s eyes.
“Will you mate me?”
Chapter Text
Jeongin hasn’t kissed someone since he was just a child, long before he presented. He couldn’t even tell you who or how it felt, but he knows nothing could have ever prepared himself for the feeling of Jisung’s lips on his. The kiss is chaste at first, merely a gentle pressure of their lips meeting.
But it’s enough to have Jeongin on fire.
He presses harder, their lips aren’t even moving and Jeongin can’t quite believe what’s happening. He’s not sure what to do or how to move, freezing after pushing his lips harder against Jisung’s. After a moment, a hand on his neck gently pushes Jeongin away with a breathy chuckle. Jisung doesn’t pull away completely though, their breath mingling in the centimeters between their lips. He blinks his eyes open confusedly after a few seconds of Jisung idly stroking his neck with his thumb.
He’s too close to really see, so Jeongin pulls back just a bit to look into his eyes. They stare at each other and Jeongin’s gaze sweeps across his face just taking him in. He brings up his hand in a mirror of Jisung’s on him. Jisung’s eyes flutter shut as Jeongin’s hand squeezes slightly, his thumb brushing against Jisung’s ear.
At the sight, Jeongin can’t help himself anymore. He tugs Jisung closer, the other going easily, and presses their mouths together again. This time, he tilts his head more, allowing the kiss to be better from the start. He still doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he tentatively moves his lips against Jisung’s in hopes that the other can show him a bit of what to do.
It takes a moment, but Jisung does eventually begin to lead him. He pulls back for a split second, licking his lips before meeting Jeongin’s lips again. And, god, the slide is so much better this time.
Jisung’s plush bottom lip is soft and silky against his mouth and Jeongin shivers as he feels so much for the omega in his arms. And then Jisung is pressing forward and his tongue meets Jeongin’s lip. Jeongin opens his mouth without much prompting needed, groaning when Jisung’s tongue runs along his lips. Who knew having someone’s tongue in one's mouth would be so mind blowing?
Jeongin’s hand–which wraps around Jisung’s neck so easily–gently squeezes as Jisung sucks his lip into his mouth. The sensation sends shivers down Jeongin’s spine and when Jisung moans as he squeezes, they only increase.
The fire he felt as their lips first touched burns as he copies Jisung’s actions on his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and scraping his teeth along it. His headache is easing with each kiss, but he’s getting hotter. He can feel arousal growing easily at such simple actions and as Jisung clambers into his lap, Jeongin moans suddenly and loudly.
Jisung uses Jeongin’s open mouth to easily slip his tongue into it. He runs his tongue along Jeongin’s teeth and Jeongin’s hands drag down Jisung’s back until he’s cupping his ass and tugging him closer. Jisung whimpers into his mouth and Jeongin quickly takes the kiss over, more confident in his movements than he ever hoped to be.
He bites and sucks at Jisung’s lips until he’s satisfied, swallowing Jisung’s whimpers and moans easily. He had felt so good when Jisung had licked along his teeth that he does the same to him. Jisung shivers and shakes in his arms, his hands digging into Jeongin’s back as he uses his mouth. The feeling of Jisung’s teeth along his tongue does something to Jeongin that he can’t really describe. It brings to mind how much he wants to bite the other, how much he wants Jisung’s own bite on his shoulder.
Jeongin squeezes Jisung’s ass, tugging him closer and is surprised when Jisung throws his head back with the loudest moan yet. Jisung’s hard length is pressing against his stomach and Jisung’s ass against his own hardness and he groans as well as they both move against each other..
His eyes land on the smooth expanse of Jisung’s neck then and he can’t control the urge to lean forward. Jeongin drags his tongue along his neck, salty sweat and a faint taste of Jisung’s scent flood his senses. He lays kisses and nibbles all along where he can reach, making his way towards Jisung’s red and inflamed scent gland. He digs his nose in, taking a deep breath and drinking in Jisung’s aroused scent.
The scent of Jisung’s slick finally reaches his nose and his teeth ache with the need to bite. It’s only when his teeth graze Jisung’s neck–the omega whimpering and displaying his neck for him even more, gasps of alpha, alpha dripping from his lips–that Jeongin is slammed back to the present.
His mind suddenly clears from the haze when he lifts his head up, blinking and trying to shake off his state. He’s sure that his pre-rut and Jisung’s lingering heat scent has done its job of making them crazy. Jisung is shakily grinding his hips along Jeongin and Jeongin loathes to put a stop to it, but they can’t mate until they actually talk about it fully.
And he doesn’t think he can resist once he gets a taste of Jisung.
“Baby,” Jeongin loosens his grip on Jisung’s ass, moving instead to softly petting his back. “We should slow down.”
Jisung cries at Jeongin’s words, hips not stopping their movement as Jisung ruts into Jeongin’s stomach. His pace is frantic and stuttered and Jeongin presses the omega’s chest to his own against his own words, the sensations too much.
“Alpha–” Jisung pants, baring his neck to the other.
“Fuck, Jisung.” Jeongin closes his eyes against the sight, his teeth aching with the need to bite him.
Jisung’s scent has filled the room and he almost smells as if he’s in full blown heat. Jeongin’s mouth waters at the scent of the omega in his lap, he can feel Jisung’s wetness leaking through his pants and he opens his eyes to see tears in Jisung’s eyes.
“Jisung, do you want to come?” Jeongin strokes along his back once more until he’s landing on his ass. He squeezes. “You can come like this baby, I got you.”
Jisung whines and whines, hips not stopping. Then, his mouth drops open in a silent scream. His hips stutter against Jeongin and he uses his grip on his waist to help Jisung keep going until the omega is falling with loud choking gasps into his chest.
The scent of a satisfied omega fills his head and Jeongin lets out his own whimper as he comes into his pants at Jisung’s last stuttering movements. He hadn’t even noticed he was as close as the omega was, too busy trying to control himself from mating with him.
Exhausted and satisfied, Jeongin collapses backwards into the furs below, Jisung falling easily with him. Jisung grunts with the impact, but otherwise is still. Jeongin shuts his eyes, desperately trying to catch his breath and shake off the omega’s powerful scent.
It’s only after Jisung has slipped into sleep that the sweet scent finally retreats. Jeongin’s mind is clear from post-orgasm clarity, but the scent easing away finally allows him to relax. He can’t even tell what he himself is thinking, so he stops.
He shuts his eyes, melting into the bed as Jisung shuffles until his head is cradled in Jeongin’s neck, and sleeps.
Jeongin is uncomfortable when he wakes. He can feel the tackiness in his pants–from both Jisung’s slick and the dried cum coating his body. He blinks his eyes open, peeking out of the window to see that the sun is barely peeking over the horizon, just hardly tinting the sky.
Jisung is snoring away in his arms and Jeongin sighs, picking his head up to press a soft kiss to the omega’s head. For the first time since Jisung left to spend his heat, Jeongin’s alpha is settled. He can still feel the burn of his rut nearing, yet the other’s closeness is soothing in a way that he’s never experienced.
He could almost fall asleep again if he weren’t feeling so disgusting. He tries to wiggle out from under Jisung without waking the other, but it’s nearly impossible with the way he’s latched on to him. Jisung sniffles in his sleep, whining when Jeongin finally gets his arms unlatched. He finally slips away with another whine from Jisung, but he needs to clean up.
He tries to be quick, changing quickly and scrubbing himself with a cloth to get the dried bits off. He brings the cloth with him when he returns to the bed, resting a hand on Jisung’s face to wake him. He drags his thumb along his face, down the bridge of his nose and up the apples of his cheeks. The smile on his face as he gently tries to wake the omega is unbidden, but welcomed when he’s rewarded with Jisung’s sunny smile as he catches sight of Jeongin when he finally opens his eyes.
Jisung tilts his head for a kiss, eyes falling shut again in refusal to wake, but evidently still wanting attention. Jeongin rolls his eyes affectionately before pressing a kiss to Jisung’s lips. Jisung practically purrs in response, the scent of satisfied omega reaching him as they kiss languidly.
The kiss breaks when Jeongin can’t keep the smile off of his face.
“I would ask if I can wipe you down, but I don’t know if I should with my rut so near.”
Jisung laughs, taking the cloth from Jeongin with a shy smile. Jeongin turns away as he freshens himself up, taking the time to cut up an apple for him. He brings the apple over when the sounds of Jisung moving stop, sitting down beside him. He feeds Jisung each piece, his alpha sitting straight up in pride at the fact that he can take care of his omega so well.
Once Jisung is done, not without a few kisses here and there, they curl up against each other in bed. They’re silent for a while and Jeongin thinks that he’s never felt so content in his life.
“I’m sorry you were so upset last night. I had no clue I was confusing you.” Jisung breaks the silence, arms tightening around Jeongin as he speaks.
“It’s not your fault, baby. I’m sorry that I'm not more familiar with mating practices.” Jeongin presses a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head.
“That’s not your fault either. It’s been a while since you were a part of normal pack life, right? I should have been more clear. I guess I was so excited that you accepted my courting that I didn’t take a second to wonder if you knew what you were doing.”
Jeongin hums, easily accepting the unneeded apology from him. He tugs Jisung around a bit instead of replying, moving them so that he can curl into Jisung’s body.
“I’m so happy that you want to mate with me, Jisung.” Jeongin tucks his face into his neck, taking deep breaths of the omega’s scent as close to his mating gland as he dares.
“How many days until your rut do you think you have?” Jisung asks, his head is turned away when Jeongin leans back to look at him and he can just barely make out the red of his ears in the morning glow.
Jeongin flushes as well at Jisung’s embarrassment, but answers. “I probably only have two more days before it really hits.”
Jisung is quiet for a few minutes, contemplative, before finally turning to look into Jeongin’s eyes.
“Will you mate me?”
Jeongin’s eyes widened at the words, not quite pulling away, but leaning further back to really be able to see the other.
“Like. During my rut?”
Jisung nods. “If you want to.”
And, oh, does Jeongin want. But–
“I want to, but I've never spent my rut with an omega before and I don’t want to hurt you.” Jeongin sighs, burying himself back in Jisung’s neck. He’s never been with an omega at all and his ruts are usually so wild. Jeongin sighs, his breath making his face hot where it’s buried.
“I trust you. You have to trust in your alpha. He wouldn’t want to hurt his mate. And I want to be yours.” A hand brushes Jeongin’s hair from his forehead and he hums. He wants to mate with him so badly. But, does he trust himself?
“You should go home and talk to your pack leader about it.” Is what he finally decides on. If Jisung trusts him, and his pack leader does too… “I want to. You have no idea how hard it’s been to control myself when your neck is so tantalizing and your scent is right there.” Jisung perks up, “But, I don’t want to rush things. And I don’t want Chan to come looking for you during my rut and I can’t control myself from trying to fight him off. And then I’d only get hurt.”
Jisung huffs and Jeongin swears that he can hear an eye roll. “Okay. I’ll go home, but only to tell Chan that I want to spend your rut with you. He’s already given his blessing for us to mate, remember?”
“Mm” Jeongin presses his nose to Jisung’s scent gland, taking deep breaths of the warm scent. He can feel himself hardening at the slight gasp Jisung lets out in response and he quickly picks his nose up.
“I think you should go this morning and come back as soon as you can. I might go into rut faster than I think.”
Jisung nods, tilting his head up to get a kiss from the alpha.
It takes Jisung a while to actually leave. Jeongin’s alpha was resistant to the other leaving, making Jeongin bite back a growl when he moved to get up.
Just like Jeongin did for Jisung’s heat, Jisung decides to scent Jeongin.
Jeongin lays back, letting the omega straddle and strip him. He doesn’t strip him all the way, but he lets Jisung’s wandering hands tug his shirt off until he has access to his body.
Jisung rubs his face along every inch of Jeongin. The sensation tickles, but leaves goosebumps all over his body until he’s panting and hard. He aches for release, but mostly he just wants the omega to never stop touching him, to never leave. Jisung finishes rubbing his cheeks all along Jeongin, switching to leaving teasing kisses all over his skin.
Jeongin is shaking by the time he’s done, quickly hauling Jisung up and into a full embrace. The way their bodies melt into each other is everything to Jeongin. It immediately soothes his alpha to have the omega pressed so close to him, their bodies smelling like each other.
They lay like that for a while–until Jeongin’s erection is settled and he doesn’t feel like ripping his skin off if the omega leaves his embrace. He really must be closer to his rut than he thought. A prickle of anxiety rises up in the back of his head again and he’s sure that the lingering traces of pheromones in the air surrounding Jisung didn’t help.
As the sun reaches its peak, Jeongin knows that it’s time to let Jisung go.
He walks Jisung to the door to his home, saying goodbye with a kiss that is almost as toe-curlingly hot as it is sweet and satisfying. Jisung is breathless by the end and Jeongin can tell that he’s one moment away from just staying instead. He gently pushes Jisung out of the doorway, his alpha following the omega to the end of his land on instinct.
They share another kiss, Jisung’s hands flying up to thread themselves through Jeongin’s hair as he kisses him deep and rough. Jeongin’s own hands pull at Jisung until their bodies are flushed together, hands gripping Jisung’s ass as he tugs and tugs. A shaky moan from Jisung is what finally gets him to let the omega go, taking a step back as soon as Jisung steadies his legs again.
Jisung walks away slowly, not looking away from Jeongin, clearly not wanting to leave. Jeongin braces himself against the fence, holding himself back from following.
He stares at where Jisung disappeared for minutes after he finally leaves, trying to shake himself out of his headspace. A cool breeze finally does and he sighs before turning around. He doesn’t want to do anything but crawl into his bed, but he knows that the cloud of scents in there will be too much for him right now.
He’ll be out of commission for days when Jisung returns anyway, so he decides to stay outside and try to work on something. His brain is stuck on Jisung though, so when he sees the perfect piece of wood, he gets to work.
Jeongin’s mind is hazy when he wakes up the next day. His head is pounding, but soothed slightly by the joint scent of ‘Jisung and Jeongin’ that’s surrounding him. He shoves his head deeper into the furs where Jisung lay yesterday. His body melts into them, cock already hardening as he takes deep breaths.
He dozes, tossing and turning but always into another spot rich with Jisung’s scent. He ruts against the bed a couple of times, but his rut hasn’t fully started so he doesn’t reach completion from the unsatisfactory touch. His body and mind ache for Jisung, but Jeongin relaxes, trusting Jisung to come back for him.
His mind wanders through what the future may look like if Jisung actually mates with him like he asked for. He wants to take care of the other, wants to be taken care of in ways no one has ever done for him before and for that person to be Jisung.
He doesn’t quite know how much of the day has passed when he catches Jisung’s scent on the wind. He sits up as Jisung’s scent grows, hearing the other walking up to his door. He groans when a bout of dizziness results, pressing a hand against his temples. His throat is dry and he tries to wet it with some water he has by his bedside.
It wets his throat just enough for him to greet Jisung when he opens the door, but clearly not enough to make him not look like shit. Jisung rushes over as soon as he sees him, gently caressing Jeongin’s face in concern. He’s muttering something, but Jeongin can’t focus on his words when his cool hands are soothing him.
He falls backwards into the bed, not able to hold himself up any longer, he groans when the hands retreat, but what feels like only a minute later, the hands are back. Jisung picks his head up for him until he can feel a cup touching his lips. He gulps down the whole cup of water as Jisung’s helps him lift his head.
Jisung lays Jeongin’s head in his lap and Jeongin sighs. The water does wonders to clear his head a bit, but Jisung’s ministrations help even more.
He doesn’t realize that he’s fallen asleep until he wakes up again. Jisung is moving beneath his head and Jeongin blinks his eyes open to see Jisung’s face staring back down at him.
“Hi, baby.” Jisung smiles, ceasing his movements and stroking Jeongin’s hair. Jeongin flushes at the nickname, hoping that the flushed skin of his rut will be enough to hide quite how much that affected him.
“Hi. How was your trip back?” Jeongin subtly tilts his head further into Jisung’s hand, enjoying the petting entirely too much. At least he can blame it on his rut after.
“Good.” Jisung smiles, fingers moving to stroke Jeongin’s face now. “The trip was quick and easy. Chan said that he was happy for us. He’s expecting us both back at my pack house to properly meet my pack after your rut is over though.”
Jeongin hums, shutting his eyes as Jisung’s touch lulls him back into a sleepy state. He doesn’t mind making the trip–he wants to meet Jisung’s pack after all, if they’re anything like Jisung or Chan–but he can’t quite focus enough to voice those thoughts.
Instead, he turns to his side, burying his face into Jisung’s stomach. He breathes in his scent from the source, pressing impossibly close with chuckles from Jisung above him.
“Has your rut hit all the way?” Jisung’s hands rest on his head, helping to pull him closer.
Jeongin thinks for a moment, he certainly feels like he’s in rut–his cock is aching for a touch, but just Jisung’s scent is enough for his alpha to feel calmer than it ever has before. He decides to nod though, “I think so.”
One of Jisung’s hands thread through his hair then, tugging the alpha’s head back to look him in the eye. Jeongin grumbles, but lets him manhandle him.
“I want you to fuck me.” Jeongin gulps, “I want it hard and I want you to mate me. I want everything you want to give me.” Jeongin can feel his mind slipping further at the omega’s words. The scent of Jisung’s arousal growing in the air as he keeps talking. “I thought about your worry and if I want you to back off, I’ll use a safeword. Do you think that sounds like a good idea?”
God, Jeongin is so in love with this man. He bites his lip, nodding to show he understands but filled with intense gratefulness for the omega’s thought to his comfort.
“I love you.” He can’t help but to remind the omega. Jisung’s face brightens with a laugh and then he leans down to press a kiss to Jisung’s forehead.
“I’ll use the word, carrot. Okay?” Jeongin nods, he can remember that. “I want you to use me. However you want.”
Jeongn groans, picking his body up and quickly crawling over the omega. He’s hard and aching in his pants and he knows that Jisung will be the death of him. Him and that mouth.
“Use me, alpha. Breed me.” Jeongin whimpers, pressing his face into Jisung’s neck. “Fuck me good, alpha. Mate me. Make me yours .”
And Jeongin snaps.
Chapter 6: Six (3k)
Summary:
“Please, please, please.” A chant, a plea, falls from Jisung’s lips and it’s all it takes before Jeongin is finally, finally biting down.
Chapter Text
Jeongin’s mouth aches with the need to bite him, an overwhelming urge, but it doesn’t feel like the right moment. At Jisung’s words, his plea, Jeongin bites down on the smooth skin of his barely exposed shoulder. It’s nowhere near his mating gland, but it’s enough to have the omega let out a breathy moan as he shivers under him.
Jeongin can taste the arousal in the air and he can even smell Jisung’s slick as his body readies itself for Jeongin. He lets his instincts take over, unsure exactly how to move, but eagerness in bounds. And his instincts are telling him that he needs to rub Jisung’s pack’s scents off of him.
He rubs his face along Jisung’s skin, growing quickly dissatisfied with how much is still hidden beneath his clothes. He doesn’t waste time after that in getting Jisung naked. He tries to press kisses on every inch of skin that he reveals, but he mostly ends up just dragging his mouth around with the occasional nibble that makes Jisung whine.
They haven’t seen each other naked yet and he wishes he had the patience to really take in Jisung’s body, but his mind is hazy with the urge to just mate, mate, mate and he can’t focus on anything else. He pushes Jisung down, pressing him into the sheets with yet more nips and bites.
“Please, alpha.” Jisung whines, spreading his legs for Jeongin.
Jeongin lets a rumbling noise out as the pure scent of Jisung’s slick burns his nose so tantalizingly. He pulls back, shushing Jisung as he whimpers from the distance. He strips fast and rough, almost ripping his clothes as he tries to get out of them.
He feels like he’s on the edge of his brain, mind so focused on Jisung and mate and it's almost like he’s watching someone else use his body. But then Jisung’s scent swirls around him and he comes back to himself, but needier and harder than he’s ever been before in his life.
Jisung’s scent is all around him, choking him. He loves it, bending down for one more quick kiss, entirely too short, but his alpha inside of him has other things to do.
He flips Jisung over, pulling a loud gasp from the omega as he manhandles him into a position that his alpha likes. He can smell the slick and it’s all that he wants. He doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, but he knows enough that he needs to get his mouth on the source.
He spreads Jisung’s ass apart, groaning as he exposes his already leaking hole.
“Look at you, so wet for me.” Jeongin stares in wonder, practically drooling, he wants to taste so bad. Jisung whines at the words, dipping his back into a deeper arch, tempting him.
Jeongin dives in, licking a long stripe up, collecting all the slick that’s already been dripping from him. His scent is so strong here, musky and sweet, homey, spicy. Jisung’s slick coats his tongue, his scent filling his nose and Jeongin doesn’t think he could ever get enough. He laps at his hole, his alpha purring in pleasure which only makes Jisung cry out more as his tongue rumbles with the vibrations.
He can barely make out Jisung’s words, but he catches a few pleases and alphas that he knows he’s enjoying the sensations. He licks and when his tongue accidentally presses in harder, Jisung moans the loudest yet. Jeongin freezes, his cock aching with the sound, dripping onto the bed below him. He repeats the movement, squeezing his eyes shut as Jisung cries out as he begins fucking him with his tongue.
He knows he’s fumbling, tongue unable to keep a measured pace, but Jisung is trembling, crying out with each thrust, and Jeongin’s alpha is practically preening in satisfaction. Jeongin can feel the slick and spit covering his face–he can barely breathe from how deep he’s pressing himself into Jisung. His hands, previously still, begin to squeeze and play with Jisung’s ass and Jeongin almost feels as if he could cum just from listening to Jisung moan.
It’s Jisung who cums first though, squeezing and shaking on Jeongin’s tongue as his orgasm rushes through him. More slick gushes out of him and Jeongin swallows it down easily, already addicted to the taste of his omega. His.
“Fuck, Jeongin.” Jisung pants when Jeongin pulls away. He lets Jisung fall onto his stomach, gently rolling the other over and climbing up until he’s hovering over him. A drop of slick or spit, or both, drips from Jeongin’s face. It lands on Jisung’s cheek and Jeongin’s eyes immediately go to it.
Jisung’s cheeks are flushed and biteable. So Jeongin does. He leans down, nipping and licking at Jisung’s skin. His face feels gross with slick and spit, but Jisung hums in pleasure, as their scents combine on his skin and so he spends a moment just covering Jisung with kisses, ignoring his aching cock in favor of smothering him in attention. His heart aches almost as much as his cock does with pure happiness, love, whatever you want to call it.
Jisung starts squirming again soon enough and Jeongin doesn’t even think before his hands are pinning the omega beneath him with a growl. Both of their eyes widen and Jeongin almost pulls back, afraid his alpha has gone too far, but Jisung’s hands grab his waist and tug him closer.
“Growl at me again.” Jisung pants, arching up into Jeongin’s body, their cocks brushing slightly and sending shivers down both of their bodies. Jeongin can’t resist the slow thrust he does against Jisung’s body then, feeling their cocks slide against each other harder this time. He growls again at the second thrust, eyes widening when Jisung’s entire body shakes as his eyes roll back and he comes between them.
“Alpha,” Jisung pants, his fingers tightening their grip on Jeongin’s waist. His body melts into the bed, but his legs spread open, wrapping around Jeongin and tugging him closer. Jeongin whimpers as his cock drags against Jisung’s stomach, through Jisung’s cum.
Jeongin growls again, unbidden this time and his jaw aches as Jisung’s scent bursts around them. He’s finally reached his limit, he thinks and he reaches between them, dragging a finger along Jisung’s cock as he makes his way towards his hole.
It takes a second for his inexperience to find it without looking, but soon enough, he presses the pad of his finger against the rim. Jisung’s rim flutters at the touch, Jisung gasps as Jeongin gathers the slick leaking out of him. Jeongin pulls back to look at Jisung’s face as he finally slides a finger inside. His finger slides in easily, barely a groan from Jisung, yet the wet heat has Jeongin bracing himself with eyes shut.
“I won’t last long inside of you.” He warns the omega, already sliding a second finger in.
“As long as you knot me, breed me, I don’t care.” Jisung tiredly smirks when Jeongin moans at the words, his muscles squeezing around Jeongin’s fingers as he softly chuckles through a soft moan.
Jeongin shuts him up with a kiss, finally realizing the severe lack of them this whole time. He spares no time to think about the slick or dried slick coating his face, until Jisung whimpers.
“I can taste myself on you.” Jisung increases the intensity of the kiss and Jeongin slides a third finger into him. This finger gets the loudest moan from Jisung, and it’s still so easy to begin to thrust them into the other. He’s so ready for Jeongin’s cock.
He retreats his hand, gathering as much slick as he can so that he can slather himself in it. He groans as his hand touches his cock, already feeling close. He bites down on Jisung’s lip, swallowing the resulting gasp in another kiss before leaning back. His eyes lock on Jisung as he lines himself up. He drags his cock along his hole, watching each twitch and flutter of Jisung’s eyes as the head of his cock catches on his rim.
As soon as he feels sufficiently slicked up, he pushes gently. Too gently, as his cock just slips right across his hole. Jisung smiles sweetly before whispering.
“Harder. Give it to me, alpha.”
Jeongin growls at the words, wiping the smirk off Jisung's face. He lines himself up once more, pressing harder this time as he finally slams himself inside. They both moan–Jeongin’s falling into a whimper at the intense heat around him. Jeongin buries his face in Jisung’s neck as he tries to adjust. Jeongin doesn’t even realize how much he’s still growling until he feels Jisung cumming around him. He can barely hears himself whimper, overwhelmed with how fucking good Jisung feels as he clenches around his cock.
“S’good.” Jeongin barely manages to say the words, slurring his speech as his hips begin little aborted thrusts. His mind is fuzzy, all his attention focused on just the heat of the omega around him. Jisung finally stops spasming around him and he pulls back, unready but willing to leave his future mate’s body for his comfort, but Jisung’s legs wrap around him tighter before he moves even a centimeter.
“Don’t stop. Make me feel it. Alpha–”
Jeongin groans, pulling his hips out until just the head is still inside and slowly beginning to thrust. He builds a steady pace fairly quickly even through the haze that surrounds his brain. He feels as if he’s on the edge already and with one more moan of alpha, he cums.
He doesn’t stop his thrusts, but they’re shaky and uncoordinated as he fills his omega up. A curl of satisfaction swirls through him as his cum fills the omega, their scents one in the air around them. It makes him feel as if his orgasm lasts forever, but he knows it’s only seconds before he’s collapsing on top of Jisung.
Satiated, for now, he wraps his arms around Jisung until he can roll on his back without falling out of him. Jisung chuckles as he tries his best to not let Jeongin slip out either, clenching around him as slick and cum leaks from around Jeongin’s cock. There’s no knot keeping him in place–this time–so it takes a little effort to keep him inside.
They’re quiet for a few moments, both just taking a breather and soaking in the other’s presence. Their mingling scents are so strong in the air and Jeongin basks in it, closing his eyes and just enjoying the weight and the heat of the omega on top of him.
“You should eat something before another wave hits.” Jisung mumbles, turning his head to the side slightly. Jeongin is struck by the urge to kiss him once again, so he does. The awkward angle makes his neck hurt, but as their lips slide together, he can already feel his cock hardening inside of Jisung once again.
He kisses him until the angle is too much, letting his head go from where his hand had tangled with Jisung’s hair to get him closer. He’s fully hard again and he can scent Jisung’s answering arousal in the air. He’s not quite in the throes of another wave, but he doesn’t care. Jisung feels too good around him.
“After.” is all Jeongin says before beginning to roll his hips as much as he can in this position.
Jisung laughs, squeezing around his cock with each chuckle let out. “You going to fuck me again, alpha?” Jeongin thrusts up harder at the words, “You going to breed me until I can’t hold another drop of cum?”
Jeongin growls, biting into Jisung’s shoulder. This man is going to kill him. He begins to roll his hips harder, getting annoyed with the limited movement that, without thinking, he lifts Jisung’s ass with both hands. He pulls him down on his cock, over and over, Jisung’s mewls filling the air around him. He can barely feel the muscle strain through the haze of his rut, but he doesn’t care. It feels too good.
He plants his feet on the bed, just holding Jisung up as he begins to thrust. Jisung gasps with each punch of his hips, his cock so deep inside like this. Jeongin’s movements are clumsy from inexperience, but his thrusts are powerful as he pulls Jisung down onto his cock.
Jisung’s mouth latches onto Jeongin’s neck, cheeks brushing along his scent gland. Jeongin is close–too close–and as Jisung’s mouth moves along his neck, his lips barely brushing along his scent gland, he’s coming again.
This time, the oversensitivity is too much, and even though he wants nothing more than to fuck his cum deep inside of him, Jeongin pulls Jisung onto his cock just two times before it’s too much. He lifts Jisung off his cock, both of them crying out at the sensations.
He quickly rolls them both over until he’s pressing Jisung into the bed with his body. He lays for a moment until Jisung starts to squirm under him, hard cock rubbing against Jeongin’s stomach as he whimpers. Jeongin lifts himself, just enough to get a hand between Jisung’s legs, gathering slick and cum with his hand before wrapping it around Jisung.
Jisung’s eyes roll back, his neck tempting Jeongin but he wrenches his eyes away, focusing on Jisung’s face as his mouth drops open with a silent scream, cumming over his stomach yet again.
Jeongin’s eyes are drooping and he weakly presses a kiss to Jisung’s cheek before he falls to the side, nose buried in Jisung’s neck and then he’s out.
Jeongin wakes with a groan, immediately noticing his hips rolling against Jisung. Jisung seems as if he’s still sleeping, though his scent is heavy with arousal as their cocks brush slightly against each other. Jeongin kisses him, softly at first, until Jisung’s lips begin to move against his as he wakes, scent only increasing.
Jisung pulls back, eyes blinking open tiredly with a soft smile, letting out huffs of air as his hips join the easy roll of Jeongin’s hips.
“Beautiful.” Jeongin breathes out, hands squeezing Jisung’s waist. A blush spreads across Jisung’s face and he laughs softly at the omega’s expression.
Jisung leans forward for a small kiss before turning in Jeongin’s arms, arching his back, and presenting his ass as much as possible in this position. Jeongin takes the invite easily–sliding back into him with a soft groan. A new wave hasn’t quite hit yet, so the need is less for a moment and he simply missed being inside of the other.
He doesn’t thrust immediately, just feeling Jisung around him, feeling each clench around his cock as Jisung relaxes. Jeongin runs his hands along Jisung’s body, flicking his nipples and groaning as Jisung clenches around him harder. Jeongin doesn’t even realize when his hands stop at Jisung’s belly, caressing, until Jisung speaks.
“Gonna breed me good, alpha?”
Jeongin grunts, hips jerking inside of Jisung, his hand pressing down.
“Gonna fuck me full of your cum?” Jisung breathes out, arching his back as much as possible.
Jeongin’s cock twitches and he begins to roll his hips slowly.
“Yeah,” Jeongin breathes out, unable to say anything else as thoughts of breeding Jisung take over.
Jisung’s hand rests on Jeongin’s on his stomach, tangling their fingers together. A different kind of tingle goes through him as his thrusts begin to pick up. Not too much, still a gentle roll, but more powerful. Each thrust punches out a moan from Jisung that makes Jeongin’s teeth ache. He noses against Jisung’s throat, unconsciously heading towards his mating gland.
Jeongin’s other hand drags down Jisung’s body, lifting Jisung’s leg to help him reach that much further, aiming to pump his cum as deep as possible. Jisung clenches harder around him, panting out a string of expletives that would have made Jeongin laugh if he wasn’t as affected.
Like this, the sound of Jisung’s slick and Jeongin’s cum being fucked into him is loud, filling the air between Jisung’s gasps and Jeongin’s low rumbles.
“Fucking me so good, alpha.” Jisung’s gasps out at a particularly rough thrust, causing Jeongin to growl. Jisung’s head tilts to the side, his neck exposed at the growl, his walls clenching tighter. Jeongin’s cock throbs.
“Gonna breed you, omega.” Jeongin’s lips brush along his gland and Jisung mewls.
“Yes, alpha. Please!” Jisung shakes in his arms, overwhelmingly wet for Jeongin, walls clenching and clenching and Jeongin knows he’s also close.
Shocks of pleasure spread through Jeongin’s body with each thrust and he can feel his knot forming. His teeth ache and Jisung is crying out with every pop of his knot passing his rim.
In reality, it only takes a couple more thrusts before Jeongin’s knot is too big to comfortably pull out, yet it feels like forever. As soon as he can’t pull out anymore, Jeongin’s teeth begin to throb and he knows it's finally the right time. He licks at Jisung’s mating gland, grinding his hips and his knot into Jisung with each swipe of his tongue.
“Please, please, please.” A chant, a plea, falls from Jisung’s lips and it’s all it takes before Jeongin is finally, finally biting down.
Jisung immediately cums, clenching and tightening around Jeongin deliciously and Jeongin’s eyes roll back in his head, but he doesn’t release his bite. He wasn’t sure what a bond would feel like, but as the bond cemented, everything started to feel so much more.
It’s as if he can feel Jisung’s pleasure melding with his own, a great satisfaction rolling through his body as he grinds into the omega. Heat travels down his spine, his mind going fuzzy and it takes no time at all for his knot to pop.
His jaw finally unlatches as his cum fills and fills and doesn’t stop filling Jisung. His hips move in small jerks, whimpers from both of them filling the air. His tongue laps at Jisung’s mark, pleasure zipping through them both as Jisung cums at the feeling yet again.
Jeongin can feel the moment that Jisung slips into unconsciousness, like an extension of himself as the bond is settling. He licks at his bite, the metallic tang of Jisung’s blood filling his mouth. His cock is still throbbing inside of Jisung, letting out more and more cum until the omega is filled, bred.
Exhaustion finally finds him again as he finishes cleaning Jisung’s neck. He falls asleep as he finally stops cumming.
Chapter 7: Things to Come (2k)
Summary:
Jisung throws his arms around him and the bond between them pulses in happiness as they embrace.
“I love you, too.” The words are simple, but they’re all Jeongin needs.
Notes:
lol surprise! it's finished!!
You can probably tell that this story had more that i wanted to write, however I don't think that will ever happen so i decided to finish up this chapter that i've had half written this whole time and attempt to wrap up some loose ends to hopefully leave you satisfied enough.
Thank you to any old readers who were waiting for this and thank you to any new readers that picked this up as it's marked complete <333
Chapter Text
Jeongin’s arms reflexively pull the squirming body in his arms closer, grumbling as the body shakes with a chuckle. The body twists in his arms and a happy thrum fills Jeongin’s head, but, strangely, it doesn’t quite feel like his own.
It’s then that he fully wakes. Lips are pressed against his, the scent of a happy omega engulfing him as he finally blinks awake. Jisung’s face is right there in front of his, a small smile on the omega’s face as they look at each other for a moment.
Mate.
Jeongin’s mind sings, his own happy scent bleeding into the air and twirling with Jisung’s until all there is, is the freshly entwined scent of a mated pair.
He closes his eyes, still too early to actually wake up, but he tugs Jisung closer until they feel as one. Jisung chuckles again, burrowing his face into Jeongin’s chest.
His rut must have broken sometime in the night, the need down to a mere simmer. Honestly, it doesn’t feel much different than it had the first time they kissed. Jeongin blushes when he thinks that this might be just how much he wants Jisung in general.
They doze together for a while, just enjoying the touch of each other as their new bond settles between them. They share lazy kisses, wandering hands teasing until neither can take it anymore.
Jisung rolls them until he can settle his body on Jeongin’s lap. He looks wrecked, love bites cover his shoulders and neck. There are bits of dried slick and cum covering him, but Jeongin doesn’t mind. Not when his mating bite shines a freshly-healing red in the light.
Jeongin’s hands land on his thighs and he squeezes. His arousal is back with a vengeance, but this time he can tell that his rut is over. It’s merely the want of a new mate as beautiful as Jisung.
Jisung’s hands are roaming Jeongin’s body, petting and pulling and teasing. His hand trails to Jeongin’s neck, goosebumps left in its wake. Jeongin’s breath is shaky when he tugs Jisung down, but Jisung goes willingly until their lips meet once more.
It’s not rough or demanding, yet their matching arousal is apparent in the way they touch and lick. Jisung’s hand tightens around Jeongin’s neck, his fingers digging into the exact spot a mating bite should go. Jeongin groans, his cock twitching where it’s trapped between their bodies.
Jisung pulls back, moving his hips to thrust their cocks together. Jeongin pants, his lips wet and mouth open in a moan as Jisung picks his pace up. And then Jisung is diving into Jeongin’s neck, mouth sucking bruises into wherever he pleases. Jeongin’s glan aches with the need for Jisung to bite him back.
And it’s then that Jeongin really realizes where all this need is coming from even though his rut is over. He wants Jisung’s bite, wants him to complete their bond both ways. It was nearly unheard of for an alpha to let their omega bite them in his old pack, and it makes him want it all the more.
His hands clutch at Jisung’s back as the omega sits up slightly and he opens his mouth to speak, to beg, only to gasp when tight heat suddenly surrounds him. Jisung sitting flush to his hips, his cock bouncing as he starts to ride Jeongin. Jeongin shuts his eyes at the sight of his omega’s body moving atop him.
Jisung lets out a breathy chuckle, bending forward to coax Jeongin with another kiss. They lose themselves in each other for a moment. The movement of their bodies increasing the heat between them until Jeongin can’t take it anymore.
“Jisung-ah, bite me. Please, please, please.” He blinks his eyes open, Jisung’s wide gaze looking down at him.
Jisung’s thumb swipes against the corner of his eye and Jeongin realizes then that his eyes are watering, tears threatening to spill.
“You want me to bite you, Alpha?” Jisung purrs, clenching around Jeongin until his eyes roll back.
Pleas fall from his lips once more, he needs to come, he needs the bite to do so. He thrusts up into Jisung, unable to sit still for him to use anymore. He needs him desperately. His thrusts are unruly, wild, but Jisung whimpers at each one.
He tugs Jisung down, their lips meeting again in a hungry kiss. Jeongin can feel his knot forming once more, unusual out of rut, but neither one of them is surprised with the way their instincts are carrying them right now.
Jisung seats himself fully on his knot, grinding his hips in tantalizing circles as Jeongin groans. He turns his head, one more please falling from his lips as his knot swells and burns with the need to come. Jisung licks a path towards his mating gland, not slow, but teasing all the same to Jeongin’s sensitive nerves.
“My Alpha.” Jisung’s lips move against his gland and then he bites.
Jeongin’s knot pops with a whimper from both. The bond thrums, pulsing with their orgasms as Jisung comes around him at the same time, his teeth still latched into Jeongin’s neck.
Jeongin cries, their entwined emotions striking his already frazzled emotions. His body melts into the bed, his arms tight around Jisung and holding him in place. Jisung licks at his mating bite, each touch of his tongue making Jeongin’s cock twitch inside of him. It’s a loop of pleasure so long that Jeongin thinks he blacks out for a minute or two.
He opens his eyes again to Jisung just nuzzling into his neck, scenting him habitually even though theres no way for Jeongin to not smell of him anymore. His knot deflates quickly this time, eased by not being in rut. He pulls himself from Jisung’s body, rolling them onto their sides. They’re disgusting, but Jeongin doesn’t care as he stares into his mate’s sleepy eyes.
He raises a hand to rest against Jisung’s cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss before pulling away. He rests their foreheads together, just breathing each other in.
Before either know it, they’re slipping into sleep.
He wakes before Jisung this time. And he feels disgusting.
He usually bathes in the river when he’s alone, but now, he pulls the tub into place and begins to warm water for his mate. It’s a long process, but Jeongin’s alpha had recoiled at the idea of letting his mate out of their den to wash. Jeongin’s not sure what he’s doing in all of this, so he doesn’t mind letting his instincts win with something like this.
He tries to wake Jisung when he’s done, but the omega won’t wake up fully. Jeongin can’t stand to wash unless Jisung does as well, so he picks up the omega and carries him to the tub. He steps carefully, easing them both into the bath. Jisung moves slowly but he seems to be more awake as he helps Jeongin arrange themselves.
The warm water is heaven for his aching muscles, and his warm omega radiates happiness into their bond as he dozes against him. As the water was warming, he had spent a few minutes gathering snacks for them to eat and he feeds them to Jisung now. He washes them both after until they can just relax as the water cools.
“How are you feeling?” He presses a kiss to Jisung’s shoulder, hugging him close.
“Mmm,” Jisung hums, tilting his head to give Jeongin more space to press soft kisses. “Amazing.”
Jeongin chuckles, smiling more when Jisung shivers as his breath hits his sensitive skin.
“When should we go to your pack house?” Jeongin asks, leaning back against the wall of the tub.
Jisung turns in his arms slightly, just enough to rest his head on Jeongin’s shoulder and look up at him.
“Tomorrow? If the bond settles? Or the day after works. Whenever we can is fine.” Jisung smiles up at him and Jeongin nods.
He traces patterns into Jisung’s stomach with his fingers until the water runs cool. He leaves the bath first, cleaning up the bed and replaces the worst furs with some clean ones he had reserved for just this purpose as Jisung finishes his bath.
Jeongin urges Jisung to lay back in bed, and rushes outside to grab the gift he was working on while waiting for Jisung’s return.
He kneels before Jisung, holding the gift behind his back. Jisung’s eyes are wide, looking up at him with that expression on his face that Jeongin just wants to kiss away.
“I made you something. I was waiting for you to return and I know you had forgiven me for being a stupid alpha, but I felt like I wanted to give you one more thing with all the meaning behind it.” Jeongin swallows, “I planned to give this to you before we spent my rut together, so the meaning is lost a bit, but I hope you love it.” He looks into Jisung’s eyes, smiling softly. “We’re already mated, so you can think of this as a gift for agreeing to be my mate.”
He pulls out the gift then and smiles when Jisung gasps. The figure is lifted from his hands in awe as Jisung turns it to look at every angle.
Jeongin knows he’s not the best carver, but he had done his best at portraying what he wanted. The figure was two wolves, bodies curving around each other. The expressions of both wolves was the hardest part, but he thinks he got the point across. One is laying at the other’s feet, in submission, in worship, in love. The other stands, curving its neck towards the the one at it’s feet.
Jisung grins, pointing to the wolf standing, “Is that me?”
Jeongin hums, nodding. He cups Jisung’s hands with his own. “You’ve been such a light in my life. I wanted to make you something that immortalizes my devotion and love for you.”
Jisung’s eyes glisten and Jeongin laughs, shy.
Jisung throws his arms around him and the bond between them pulses in happiness as they embrace.
“I love you, too.” The words are simple, but they’re all Jeongin needs.
He smiles at Jisung when he pulls back, his eyes immediately going back to the gift.
“It’s beautiful, Jeongin-ah.”
Later, meeting the pack gets brought back up. They’re sitting by the fire, a rabbit that Jeongin hunted roasting before them.
“Do you want to stay here forever?” Jisung asks. There’s no undercurrent of Jisung’s own opinion, he’s genuinely asking for Jeongin’s.
He had thought about it while Jisung was gone, how this would work between them when Jisung has a whole pack that loves him while Jeongin has Jisung only. It’s an easy answer.
“I’d like to move closer to your pack, but you know how my relationship with mine is. I’m afraid that they won’t let me.”
Jisung smiles. “You won’t miss your house, will you? I know you spent a long time on it.”
Jeongin thinks, spending a few seconds to look toward his home in contemplation. “I think,” he pauses, then smirks. “I think the experience will only help me to build you a bigger and better home. For you and any pups we have.”
Jisung blushes, smiling faintly. “Already planning pups?”
“I never thought I’d get the chance. I want to do everything with you, whenever you’d like.”
Jisung laughs, brightly. He leans into Jeongin’s side.
“Chan mentioned that he’d be willing to talk to your current pack so that you can move closer to mine. I wasn’t sure if you’d want that or not. But the option is there.”
Jeongin flushes from happiness. “Chan is too kind.”
“He also mentioned that he thinks you could shift if he taught you.”
Jeongin’s eyes widen, looking at Jisung with shock. “He really thinks I could?”
Jisung hums, nodding. “He’s not usually wrong. I think it would be good for us to move closer to them. When we go visit, we can look at places to build?”
“That sounds great, love.” Jeongin tests the pet name out, his face burning, but he can feel Jisung’s pleasure through the bond as they smile at each other.
They meet in a kiss, a soft precious thing that's a sign for things to come.