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Just this once. Yoongi thinks. Just this once.
Bullshit . He had said the same thing about allowing Hoseok to read the cards for him - in this mystical, delirious phase his friend has as a clairvoyant and shit - and he’d done it six times already; last night was the latest one.
“But I keep seeing gardenias, Yoongi, like, all the time!” Hoseok nearly shoved the cards to his face. “ It has to mean something, doesn’t it? I mean, you don’t even like flowers! Why are gardenias all around you in the future? ”
It’s not that he doesn’t like flowers, though. He likes them. He just doesn’t see the meaning in killing a flower to keep it for the shortest time and watch it die in slow motion. Moreover, why would anyone think doing that is a romantic idea? And they call me a weirdo. At least Namjoon agrees with him, though he mainly does it in defense of everything green and pure in this world.
“Ki Yun, Min.” He hears the receptionist call him. Hoping not to show his irritation too much, he walks up to her. A small omega with big cheeks and tired eyes that smells like apple pie is staring at him from behind her desk.
“It’s Yoongi, not Kiyun.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She says without any special emotion. “I’ll make sure we get it right next time.”
“But I’m not… coming back. I mean,” Yoongi clears his throat. “It’s a one time thing…”
“I’ve heard that before from every single Alpha coming here, usually never true, especially if you signed up for the double check.” The omega says, face blank, and hands him a pile of papers over her desk. She looks so done with the world that Yoongi won’t even try to argue. I’d hate to work at a place like this too. “You can fill these while waiting upstairs. 6th floor if you’re doing it by yourself, 7th floor if you’ll require an assistant. Just walk into any empty room and press the green button, we’ll handle the rest.”
“Wait, you said a… a what? An assistant? What for?”
She arches one brow. There’s a couple more people waiting behind him in their seats and Yoongi is taking too long.
“Didn’t you receive or read our introductory emails?”
“Uhh…”
“Here. You can make your mind up on the elevator.” The woman gives him a brochure and looks past him. “Next!”
Probably the rudest Omega he’s ever met, or maybe it’s the apple pie scent she gives off. Yoongi hates apple-related smells passionately. Doesn’t help to have it around in one of his most nerve-wracking moments of his life. Just this once. He repeats to himself as he enters the elevator that’s, fortunately, empty. Then, he hurries to read the brochure.
Welcome to KryoBank,
your #1 choice to fulfill your dreams and create a family!
He isn’t either fulfilling his dreams or trying to create a family, so he basically skips the first part until he finds what’s actually relevant to him.
To make sure you’re as comfortable as possible at this
crucial moment of the process, we offer the following options:
Solo Donation vs Assisted Donation
Solo Donation:
With this option, we offer the use of sophisticated,
ultimate AI devices scented with real omega pheromones
to ensure that you reach a proper climax
and a long, lasting knot that will suffice the minimum
amount of semen we require.
Assisted Donation:
With this option, we offer the services of
an omega assistant*, part of our trained team to bring forth
the stimulation needed in order for Alphas to knot.**
*Assistant and Alpha will remain
anonymous
to each other
for privacy and safety. There must be no contact or interaction
of any kind except for the required assistance.
**Knotting will be through a non-penetrative stimulation method
developed by Kryobank’s team of experts, performed by the
omega assistant.
The elevator has stopped on the third floor, where a couple - who seems younger than Yoongi - walk inside to stand ahead of him. The Alpha has dark purple hair, locks falling in front of his face as he stares down at the petite, platinum blond guy next to him. Yoongi sees the hopeful expression on the Omega’s face and the soft caress he leaves on his Alpha’s arm, as if trying to comfort him. It makes him feel a little uncomfortable. Well, all public displays of affection do.
“I still don’t like this.” The Alpha says with a growl. Yoongi tries to keep his wolf at ease, telling himself that whatever is upsetting the other Alpha has nothing to do with him, but he can’t help feeling a little trapped in there (That Alpha is huge compared to him). The small Omega seems to forget Yoongi is there because the elevator is suddenly filled with a strong citrus scent, probably to calm the other guy down. “Can’t we have a say in it?”
“Oh, I don’t know… would you feel comfortable picking him up from a catalog like they’re products for sale?”
“We are paying for it, aren’t we?”
“Jungkook!”
“I just want to meet the guy, whoever he is.”
“Are you sure it’s not just one of your Alpha-dominance issues?”
“But just think about it. Meeting that Alpha donor would make it easier for me when you… when… that happens.”
“Right.” The Omega rolls his eyes and grins. He’s actually quite pretty-faced, Yoongi thinks as he checks the numbers above them marking the fifth floor. “You can't stand other Alphas! Knowing your jealous ass, you’ll probably rip his head off the moment you smell his scent close to me! You don’t fool me.”
Yoongi holds his breath, his inner Alpha trying not to freak out.
“I just want to make sure he’s not a psychopath that will come after you later on…”
“That’s why they’re all about anonymity here, Kookie! Safety! Besides, I read that they have a very careful selection of donors here.” While he’s talking, the Omega glances at Yoongi, who’s petrified, pretending to be reading the brochure. When the huge Alpha turns around to glance at him, he acts by instinct pressing the elevator button for the next floor.
“Sorry,” The Omega says, clearing his throat. “We’re being too loud, aren’t we?”
Yoongi wants to throw himself out of the elevator when he feels the Alpha staring at him.
Please, don't rip my head off.
“N-no, not at all.”
“We’re a little nervous, that’s why.” The Omega continues talking to Yoongi with a cheerful smile, all rainbows and flowers. “Everything is so new and alien to us.”
“Ah…”
“Jimin…” The Alpha, whose name seems to be either Jungkook or Kookie, softly elbows the small Omega, and mumbles, “What did I tell you about trying to befriend every single stranger you meet…?”
“It’s my Alpha’s first time coming to this building, forgive him.” The cheeky Omega says, stepping forward to leave his Alpha behind him. Yoongi doesn’t know why but that smug attitude almost makes him instantly like the Omega. “Is it your first time too, Alpha?” Jimin points at the brochure in Yoongi’s hands.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Oh, so you’re here because you want a family too?”
“Jimin, that's private!” Jungkook covers his eyes with one hand.
The elevator doors open and Yoongi hesitates before moving, hiding his face from the other Alpha.
“I’m--I’m a donor!” He quickly blurts and walks out, not before seeing the surprised and pleased smile on the Omega’s face or hearing the other Alpha’s protests as the doors close behind him.
He guesses that Jungkook Alpha may have been unable to breed. It's not uncommon nowadays, not as it was before. Their society is aware that there's an alarming decrease in natural births, recent discovery results showing that Alpha males are usually the ones affected by whatever mutation is causing this. And not many Alphas recognized their incapability to bear children, often blaming helpless Omegas and getting dangerously aggressive. Yoongi should know.
It must have been a hard decision to make for those two , Yoongi thinks as he glances back at the elevator. He's glad to know they seem to have managed the setbacks and give it a try. I hope they find a good donor.
It’d be embarrassing, as a donor, to meet the future parents of the baby he’s going to help create, in a way. He doesn’t want any kids or anything to do with that. He’s simply doing this because he promised he would. Just this once.
The hallway is empty and there are several doors that are closed. There's very subtle music trying to fill the silence, or maybe trying to cover some other kind of noise that could make newcomers uncomfortable. As soon as he finds an empty room he walks inside and finds it a little more different than expected. Walls seem to be acoustically designed to keep the sounds within those four walls. There’s an unexpected division in the middle of the room, facing him: a simple white thin divisor that has an irregular cavity at the height of his pelvis, more specifically, to the height of his crotch. There's a thin white curtain at the other side. In front of it, several sterilized containers to store seminal liquid upon a small table and other stuff he doesn't know the name of. Yoongi frowns.
Wait… what floor is this?
He forgot to check. Is he on the 6th or 7th? There's a green button next to the door, so he presses it and, without knowing what else to do, he stares at the door. Am I doing this alone? Maybe it's the sixth. Is a machine going to pump me up or something…? Shit, am I knotting a fucking robot?
The prospects of having AI doing this for him wasn't nearly as terrifying when they were only words in a brochure. How come this hadn't even occurred to him? Of course he could jerk himself off, but knotting? That was a different deal. Yoongi was pretty old school, the mere idea of having that kind of technology around (his dick) made him uncomfortable. Shit.
There's a soft knock on the door and he jolts.
"Hello? Alpha, are you behind the curtain?" A voice says. Yoongi panics and quickly gets behind that strange divisor. Shit, why am I so jumpy? "Please, stand behind it so I can come in."
"Done!"
"Thank you. I'm coming in." The voice announces. As soon as he opens the door, Yoongi hears something like a deodorant spray being activated, and he's hit by a wave of sweet scent, which is not unpleasant, but it isn't his favorite either. Omega scent? "Hello. I'll be your Omega assistant today. Please, make sure to stand in a comfortable position, so we can adjust your---"
"Shit, this is the seventh floor?! This--" He blurts out, interrupting the assistant. Yoongi is agonizing now. "I mean-- I thought…"
"Oh," The voice on the other side sounds bewildered, though that’s where it stops. Yoongi sighs.
"I--- I thought it was the sixth, now it all makes sense."
"Would you like me to transfer you to a Solo Donation room?"
"You mean, with the, uh…"
"The AI assistance, yes."
"Right."
Yoongi struggles, his heart beating too fast to try to conceal it. There must be a sensor somewhere because, after another spray sound, he begins to smell a comforting Omega scent that doesn't help in the least bit.
What's the best option? Doing this with a goddamn robot or doing this with a complete stranger? Ugh, fuck, why did I get myself into this shit?
"Should I leave so you can move to the other floor?" The Omega at the other side asks, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"Hold on." Yoongi stands there, considering which one is the least worst option, beginning to feel mortified because of his indecision. "Just… one minute. Sorry."
"Yeah, sure. Take your time." The Omega seems to be moody now, cautiously trying to keep a polite tone as a disguise. It only makes Yoongi feel worse.
"Sorry, it's just that--"
"We can’t talk." The Omega replies, pure ice. "So when you make up your mind, just tell me…" and then he adds, "Alpha."
Maybe the whole situation is making Yoongi feel vulnerable but he thinks he has a new champion in the rudest Omega category. He doesn't feel comfortable, especially with the cloying caramel scent irritating him. This Omega isn’t making things any easier to an unusually insecure Alpha like Yoongi.
Perhaps he should just go home.
No.
I came this far.
If I go now, I might never be able to come back again.
“Um, when I said take your time, I lied.” The mean Omega interrupts his thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi apologizes again, leaning his forehead against the white plastic ahead of him. “Look, I have no idea how to do this, Omega, so give me a hand here--”
“That’s exactly my job, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“What’s best, in your opinion? Solo or assistance?”
“I said we can’t ta--- ugh. Fuck it.” Yoongi hears a chair being dragged and the sound of a body slumping down on it, wearily. “Let’s talk. Come again?”
Yoongi hates feeling like he’s bothering others, but this guy is making it less and less remorseful.
“What’s best? The AI or you?”
“Wow. Are you seriously asking me that question?”
“I mean, for a beginner. I’m-- I’m not questioning your abilities--”
“Hold on.” Yoongi can hear the Omega’s voice closer to the plastic, as if he were leaning. “Is this your first time? Like, your very very first time here?”
“I thought you’d figured that out by now.”
“ Goddammit . Why me? ” The mean Omega swears under his breath and clears his throat. “You should’ve said so earlier. I thought you were a regular Solo who was trying to switch to Assistance . You know. I get those a lot, they’re usually weirdos.”
“I see. So… then… should I…?”
“Hmm.” The Omega shifts in his place, or so Yoongi can perceive. “I’ve seen newcomers go Solo but I wouldn’t recommend it, least of all to you.”
“Why’s that?”
“I can smell your panic from here.”
“At this point, you make the AI sound more tempting.”
“I do, huh?” For the first time, the Omega laughs. It’s a little acidic and sarcastic, but Yoongi has a strange sense of accomplishment when he hears it. “Because I’m not a sweet, subdued Omega ready to lick your pretty, leather Alpha boots?”
“I see why the no-talking rule was made.”
“This isn’t a social event, little Alpha. I’m here to do my job. If I had ten dollars for every Alpha who tries to break the rules, I wouldn't even be working anymore. You can't be the exception.”
“Yeah, well, you could still have some manners.”
“Ooh, a sensitive Alpha…” The Omega says, mockingly, and Yoongi is about to kick the plastic right against the other’s face. “Now, this is a rare find.”
Yoongi huffs, gritting his teeth.
“You know what? Fuck it. I’m out of here.” He’s about to step to the other side of the white plastic until he hears the loud sound of a chair dragging backwards and falling.
“Wait! Wait, Alpha, wait!”
The apparent thing that makes him stop is the peaking alarm in the Omega’s tone, but also the subtle, spicy scent he thinks he perceives for a split second when the other yells. It has nothing to do with the one that’s flooding the room. This one is different, refreshing from the cloying caramel. He can’t put a finger to it before it’s gone, drowned in sweetness that's artificial and unwelcome.
“What?” Yoongi asks. He’s done with the world and with asshole Omegas for today.
"Hold on… I'm sorry."
"Okay. I'm still leaving."
"Look… It's been a bad day, I'm not even supposed to be working now but no one would take the shift. Haven't slept for two days and I'm taking suppressants non-stop, it's messing with my mood. I'm not myself."
"You're trying to say you're not an asshole any other day but today and with me?"
"Well, I can't assure--- whatever. But, what I said--- I shouldn't have. It was very unprofessional of me. I'm used to dealing with other kinds of Alphas, to be honest. The normal kind."
"Normal kind?"
"You know what I mean. The usual impulsive, aggressive, self-entitled jerk that becomes hard to contain behind a curtain. So I attack first to put them in their place. But you don't seem to be like the rest."
Funny he should say that, Yoongi thinks, because this Omega isn't exactly the representation of what was expected in Omegas, if there was any expectation to begin with. Not that he didn't like it, though. He was all against stereotypes, even when this guy was rude as fuck.
Then again, dealing with horny Alphas could be considered an extreme sport.
"I'm not gonna jump at you. I just want to get this over with. I didn't know how to start."
"Well, we could… start over?"
The shift in the Omega's tone of voice and attitude seems safe, unlike the rehearsed politeness or the acidic remarks from a few instants ago. Should he give it a shot? What would it feel like to do this with him?
There's something about it that causes some inner tingle in his chest. Humiliation kink? He jokes, inwards.
"Should I stay here, then?"
The Omega hums as he thinks what to answer, Yoongi listening intently. His voice is nice. Melodious, even.
"I'm not supposed to interfere with your choices but, like I said, going Solo isn't too popular for newcomers."
"And if I stay, you'll… assist me, then?"
This time, Yoongi hears his humming smile clearly.
"Exactly." The Omega says, the smile lingering in his (now) gentle(r) voice. "The AI assistance can be a little overwhelming to some Alphas, in my opinion. I'd only recommend it only if you can take some time. It's hard to get used to the feeling, but it's given some good results."
Yoongi presses his lips together, the thought of leaving the room flashing across his mind. However, he doesn't say anything.
"It's not that different from an Omega assistant, to be honest," After a brief pause, the Omega continues. "We're supposed to be silent and mechanical as well. But, I guess, if it makes you more comfortable, you can stay with me and I'll guide you through it. Just this once."
Just this once.
"Would that… get you in trouble?"
"Well, not if you don't tell on me."
"Oh. Okay. Um, deal?" Nearly desperate, Yoongi holds on to the last hope he has to make this work. He wishes he could see through the white curtains and plastic, though he can't specify why. "I'd be really grateful if you could show me how to do this thing."
"It won't be hard. Look," The Omega suddenly puts his hands through the hole on the divisor, nearly touching Yoongi's crotch by accident, so the Alpha jumps backwards.
"Whoa, wait--!"
"No, I'm not starting yet!"
"Oh…!"
"This is where you should put your, um, genitalia. I might use a knot stimulator, made of silicone, to ensure the recollection of your seed. But, see my hands? They'll do all the work from here. Hi."
Yoongi stares down, where two large hands are waving at him, causing him to smile. They look smooth and hydrated, and the fingers have an irregular form that reminds him of the majestic bonsai branches Namjoon gave him for his birthday.
"Not wearing gloves?" He asks, amused.
"I've had complaints. So I prefer to do it old school."
"Old school sounds about right." He sighs, a little more relieved. The hands give him two thumbs up. It's still weird, maybe a little creepy, but… funny. This could be fun .
"Whenever you're ready, come closer."
After psyching himself up, Yoongi takes a step forward and timidly reaches out to hold one of the Omega's fingers.
"Thank you."
*You're… welcome."
The Omega is clearly surprised, but after a moment his hand holds his in return. Yoongi knows they'll have more physical contact in the next few minutes, but this simple, small gesture genuinely makes his cold day feel a little warmer.
Ok. This is it. He takes a deep breath. He’s about to expose himself to a stranger. Strangely, his mind brings back the two people in the elevator, the little Omega’s hopeful face as well as his Alpha’s concerned frown. This is a good deed. This is a good deed.
Yoongi is about to unzip his jeans until the two hands stop him and slowly pull his hands away.
"Allow me." The Omega says and this new softness really makes him tingle again.
His hands are careful when they undo his pants and push them down, down below his knees. They don’t go straight to the action. Instead, the Omega places them at each side of Yoongi’s hips, his thumbs grazing over his sensitive skin. Yoongi has to close his eyes as he whimpers in response, the touch completely thrilling and relaxing…
“Can you come a little bit closer, Alpha?” He hears. Yoongi gives one more step until he’s almost glued to the plastic divisor between him and the Omega. Then, just out of curiosity, he looks down to watch. He can’t see past the base of his shaft, right where his knot is durmant, but he can catch glimpses of the Omega’s crooked fingers working their magic on him.
And, fuck, he’s good.
He’s really good.
Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been touched like this for a while, and it feels pathetic to get so hard and so hot for this.
"Sorry," He speaks, trying not to sound too breathy. "Is--- is this your scent that I can smell?"
"The caramel one? No." The Omega says without a pause, his strokes really trained and rhythmic. "We're not supposed to reveal our own scents to avoid being tracked, so we take suppressant pills. This one comes from the room and it’s mainly to stimulate you."
"I think… it's a little too much."
"Oh… is it?"
"It's like… my brain can't associate it with you."
This time the hands stop for the briefest moment.
"I've never heard that before." He answers with a small chuckle. "Is it because of our rough start that you can't associate me with sugar?"
"Prob---probably.."
The cloying Omega pheromones seem to finally be working on him after a couple of minutes because everything beats inside his body, from his heart to the tips of his fingers nearly clutching the curtains, to his forehead as he leans it against the plastic divisor, watching the large hands run over his length incessantly. I wish I could smell it. The real scent.
“Alpha,”
In this state, even the Omega’s voice makes Yoongi shudder in pleasure. Even when his common sense tells him it’s wrong, he wants to hear more of it.
“Yes?”
“Am I doing it right?” The Omega asks as he pumps him vigorously. Yoongi has to come down from his high to be able to focus. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, it’s…” Yoongi sighs, suppressing a moan, and suppressing his stupid inner wolf trying to take over his common sense. Don't say 'you're a good Omega'. Don't be patronizing. “It's okay.”
"You don't have to hold back, you know."
"I… don't want to… make you uncomfortable." Yoongi says without thinking, between small whimpers. And again, the tender chuckle he hears next sends him down the abyss.
"You won't." He says. "Remember I'm working."
"I'd rather not… it's… turning me off… ah… "
And, like an unexpected miracle, he hears him laugh, no trace of sarcasm. Just pure, singing laughter coming from the Omega, whose forehead seems to be leaning against the thin wall between them. Yoongi looks down and notices something. Dark, short hair. Broad figure.
"God…" Yoongi closes his eyes and a parade of moans and growls prevents him from forming any coherent word in his mouth. He can feel one of the hands pumping vigorously the base of his cock - where his knot rests though not for long - while the other makes subtle caresses at the head. It's almost perfect, calculated, methodic, but still almost perfect. His hands ache, wanting to touch too. Wanting to know what it feels to touch those two hands. Or that hair. Or grip each of those broad shoulders as he sinks into pleasure and listens to small chuckles in that soft voice…
"You like this, Alpha?"
"It's so good… you're so good…"
"Oh. I am?"
"Your hands are so big… and so soft and warm… and you feel so…"
"So…?" And now, it's the Omega's voice that sounds like he can't catch his breath. Yoongi's hand travels down his own body until it touches the Omega's, following its path through the ministrations. He holds it tight, without stopping it, and hears a small gasp from the other side.
"So nice… you're… so nice to me…"
The strokes slow down just as the Omega seems to mumble something like fuck and Yoongi can barely understand what's going on when he feels a very different texture going around the head of his cock. At first he thinks it's the artificial knot stimulator but only two seconds later, when he feels a warm, gliding tongue lick the slit, he realizes it is not. He literally feels like being electrocuted so he jumps back, his hard member awkwardly dangling in front of him.
"I'm sorry! Sorry, I---" The Omega quickly apologizes, withdrawing his hands from the space in the wall. "I should've asked--"
"No, no! Don't-- it's okay, I was just surprised!" Yoongi replies, walking back to his previous spot, because he's burning under his skin and he can't really reason beyond his own needs now. Still, he manages. "Forgive me. I haven't--- done this for a while."
"It's alright. I'm sorry. I thought you'd like that."
"I did! I liked it."
"Should I…"
"If-- if you want to…"
"I… kinda do. I… want to?" The Omega snorts, Yoongi can see him shaking his head. "What am I saying? Sorry…" He mumbles.
"Hey…" So Yoongi does it again. He reaches out, his hand going through the space in the wall, and his fingers touch nothing for a few seconds.
And then, something smooth. A chin. Jawline, hard jawline, that becomes softer as he brushes his thumb over what seems to be a cheekbone. God, he doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows he wants to do this. Timidly, his thumb slides down and touches two thick, wet, puffy lips; coming through them, short breaths of warm air, faltering, nervous, anticipating. Yoongi closes his eyes, trying to imagine what he's touching, what he looks like.
" Pretty… " He sighs before he can stop himself.
Then, the lips are parted and suck his thumb in, the tongue circling around it, causing him to shake. Yoongi places his member through the space and the thumb is replaced, now the lips are on it. The Omega takes him slowly, he knows what he's doing, and yet he seems so eager to reach and get the whole length inside him like it's the first time he's blowing someone. Yoongi doesn't hold back, moaning and hearing how the Omega growls with his mouth stuffed, the vibrations of his throat spreading through Yoongi's skin and nerves and fucking bones. Fuck, he’s enjoying this…? It isn't long until he's shoving it down his throat and the Omega sounds more than happy to receive it. God, he's fucking a complete stranger's mouth and it feels so thrilling?! It's like he can't just stop and think anymore, his instinct is about to take control; the only desire in his mind is to tear that wall down and pounce over that stranger, nuzzle his neck and bask on his scent, and bite----- wait, no. No. Don't do that. You can't do that. Let's not do that. This is it. This is good. This is enough.
"I'm close…" He feels the Omega’s lips slowly gliding from the base to the tip, his member now hard and big.
“I’ll keep going…” He clears his throat, his voice small and cracked. “Until I can feel your knot forming, alright?”
More than alright, Yoongi wants to say but his words are replaced by a long, deep sigh as those lips return to suck his dick.
He loses track of time, or even track of how many times he comes before his knot. It’s usually like this for him when he hasn’t have sex for a long time. It takes a while for his knot to form. After each ejaculation, he can feel his come being collected, but before it gets uncomfortable the Omega is back to the touch. A kind of sad thought occurs to Yoongi. He must be so used to this. He probably is. But then again, it can’t be a sad thought. This is the Omega’s job. And what they’re doing there is for science. Yeah. Science.
It seems forever until he feels his knot forming at the base. But before that, he experiences a lot of different sensations he never felt in any of his previous sexual experiences. It’s not just pleasure - and hell, there is a lot of it - but also the whole thrill of not seeing him. Just hearing him, his long exhales through his nose and the sporadic moans whenever Yoongi thrust a little too hard. The warmth of his breath when he would take little breaks, the texture of his tongue licking the slit, then the head, then all along his shaft… and not to mention those constant, magical hands that kept Yoongi hissing and forcing himself not to fall on his own shaking knees. And the way the Omega would experiment certain movements and repeat them if Yoongi showed he liked it, the way he’d try to get to know him, his taste, and having Yoongi expose his most intimate delights.
Yoongi notices the change, even when the texture seems to be quite similar to the skin, when he starts thrusting into the silicone prosthesis that would take his knot and collect his seed so other people could bear children. He tries not to think about it by bringing the image of the Omega from the back of his mind. A blurry-faced, dark haired, broad-shouldered beauty with thick lips and crooked fingers… soft moans, soft chuckles, sharp hisses swearing next to his ear as he pounds into him…
“Fuck--!” Yoongi grits his teeth as his knot swells massively. It’s still strange but, again, he tries not to think about it. What’s worse, his skin is aching for the touch of those hands. As he opens his eyes, he can’t see the silhouette of the man at the other side very clearly. He’s withdrawn himself a little further. “Are… are you there?”
“Hm, yes. Yes. Sorry.” The Omega clears his throat once again and Yoongi sighs with relief. “Are you alright? How are you taking it?”
“Weird. So far so good, I guess. Are… are you---?”
“Good. If you look down to your right, you will find a green button.” He says with a blank voice. “Please, press it when you’re done and dressed to let the staff know when they can come and collect the semen. They’ll hand out a form for you to fill in where you can leave your feedback on this experience and whether you’d prefer to be anonymous or open.”
“Oh…” Yoongi, taken aback by the lack of emotion from the other side, feels like he’s being slapped in the cheek. “O--okay. Okay. Um, thanks for…”
“It’s my job.” The Omega says.
“I know! But still, thank you. I appreciate your help and, well, assistance. I’m too ignorant about… these things and…” That’s an understatement. Yoongi feels like a prisoner now, when he can’t move or walk up to him to catch even the smallest glimpse of his face. He wants to keep talking, to keep him there, around… he doesn’t want to be alone. “And, and I’m sorry that you had a bad day, and I only made it worse. I honestly hope you can get some sleep.”
“Alpha, focus on your task.” The Omega says as he opens the exit door. “Wish you the best of luck.”
Yoongi can do nothing but hear his first steps as he walks away. He is not supposed to feel his heart sinking to the sound. He is not supposed to want to talk some more. It’s clear that the other man was only doing a task, automatic and distantly, no matter how close they may have been physically.
How more pathetic could this get? A lonely Alpha craving for affection from a complete stranger… that was a plain joke. Yoongi himself was a joke.
“You didn’t make my day worse.” He hears the Omega’s voice again, coming from outside. The whole world stops and Yoongi’s heart is hanging by a thin thread. “You are the sweetest man that’s ever been in this room with me.”
He leaves before Yoongi can reply.
But how could he say anything coherent with all the goddamn butterflies fluttering inside him?