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"That's him, but are you sure about this?" Seonghwa asked for the fifth time since they'd arrived at the fancy underground nightclub, side-eyeing the many inebriated people dancing all around them.
But Mingi merely smiled winningly down at the concerned beta, patting him on the shoulder as he said, "You worry too much, Hwa. And besides, what's the worst that could happen?"
"You want a list?" Jongho deadpanned.
God, both betas were such stick in the muds. "That was rhetorical, Jjong, so no. But c'mon, guys, have a little faith, will you? It's not like I'm gonna go up there and threaten the guy or something. I just want a little peek at our mysterious new benefactor, that's all."
"I think if the head of the most notorious mafia family in all the northern hemisphere finds out you were tracking him down, a bad first impression will be the least of your worries, Min.”
"That's the spirit!" Mingi chuckled, clapping Jongho on the back and giving them both a wave as he made his way over to the heavily guarded VIP lounge. Surely a little flirting and a sultry smile or two would allow him access so that he could get a better look at the infamous alpha who had very recently taken Mingi’s small gang into the fold.
But he'd forgotten how easy it was to get things when he was actually presenting as an omega, the bouncers taking one sniff in his direction before stepping aside to let him walk up the velvety steps to the bar and lounge overlooking the neon dance floor. Huh, maybe he should take off his scent blockers more often. Outside of work, of course. God forbid anyone in the syndicate treat him as anything less than an alpha.
Smiling to himself at how great this plan was already working out, Mingi’s eyes flitted over to his elusive boss before he could help it. But he was surprised to note that the alpha in question was already looking his way, Mingi’s previously carefree expression frozen on his face in panicked shock under the weight of that appraising stare.
The crime lord was sitting in the center of a throng of people all vying for his attention, and yet, for whatever reason, those glowing blue eyes were busy leisurely checking him out. And when that intense gaze bored into his, Mingi found that he could only maintain eye contact for a few heart-stuttering moments before he was inevitably having to look away, making the executive decision to head over to the bar and make himself as scarce as possible.
Fuck, had he jinxed himself, or something? Because out of everything he’d set out to do tonight, attracting Jeong Yunho’s attention was definitely not one of them. Yes, he was reckless to a fault, but he didn’t have a death wish.
Sitting down on the only empty stool at the fluorescent bar, Mingi didn’t even have to call the blue haired bartender over before the small alpha was leaning into his personal space to say, “Well, you’re new.”
“Oh? Do you make a habit of remembering everyone who comes in here?” Mingi asked with a raise of his brows, watching as the bartender poured him a shot of clear liquor and slid it his way. “Uh, I haven’t even ordered yet.”
“It’s on the house. You can think of it as a welcoming gift, of sorts. And actually, I do. It’s a talent of mine. Plus, it’s not everyday a six foot, drop dead gorgeous omega comes in here, you know.”
“Is that so?” Mingi asked blandly, sniffing suspiciously at his drink. “It’s not laced with anything, is it?”
“Why, do you want it to be? Just say the word, hot stuff,” the alpha said with a wink. Jesus. But he supposed he should have expected that kind of response, this club did cater to the more dubious members of high society.
In fact, Mingi doubted a single patron on this floor was even sober in that regard, mounds of wolfsbane being passed around on trays like party favors. It was a fun drug, to be sure, but wasn’t in the cards for him tonight. That stuff tended to fuck with his heat suppressants too much, and unfortunately, he had work in the morning. Those prisoners weren’t going to torture themselves for information.
“I’m good, thanks,” he mumbled before tossing the shot back. And it must have been some expensive shit too, because he barely felt the liquor going down it was so smooth.
The bartender chuckled even as he looked absently past him, expression shifting from playful mirth to open surprise, before he was eventually shrugging and nodding with a two fingered salute. “Well, well, well. Looks like all your drinks are free tonight, cutie. You someone famous I should know about?”
“What?” Mingi asked skeptically, looking over his shoulder. And there was Jeong Yunho again, staring straight at him with a slight tilt of his head and an easy smile. Jerking his head warily in acknowledgement, Mingi spun back around on the stool and did his best to pretend like he couldn’t still feel the dangerous alpha all but undressing him with his eyes. “I assure you I’m a nobody, but who’s he? Does he own the club or something?”
As if he didn’t already know.
“Or something.”
“Why would he do that?” Mingi asked with genuine confusion. Everything he’d ever heard about Jeong Yunho was that he was a cold, unfeeling bastard, who would just as soon feed you to his wolves as offer you free drinks.
“Who knows what goes through that man’s mind most days, honestly, but it’s best not to question it. And with the prices I charge, I’d take as much advantage of it as I could. So pick your poison, Mr. Nobody.”
“I’ll just have another shot, I guess. Whatever’s cheapest.”
“Well, that won’t do,” a new voice said behind him, deep timbre sending a pleasant thrill racing down Mingi’s spine even as his brain supplied exactly who was now addressing him. For even if he'd never seen his boss before tonight, he certainly knew what the man sounded like. He’d taken orders from him often enough. Fuck. “Hongjoong, two of my usual.”
“You got it, boss,” the bartender said with a wink in Mingi’s direction before grabbing two foggy crystal glasses off a shelf behind him.
And suddenly the previously busy bar was empty of all other patrons, the notorious alpha casually sliding into the now empty seat next to him and leaning in entirely too close for Mingi’s taste. Double fuck. “Thanks, but that’s really not necessary. I have to be at work early tomorrow, so I probably shouldn’t drink much more anyway,” Mingi said as he watched Hongjoong pour a hefty serving of a rich, dark liqueur into the expensive tumblers, before finishing it off by sprinkling in a pinch of wolfsbane and spinning the alcohol until the glittering crystals dissolved. Triple fuck.
“I’m sure your boss would understand if you had to call in for one day,” his very boss purred with a winning smile.
“Uh, no, he really wouldn’t,” he replied with a snort, the entire situation he now found himself in so absurd that he had to laugh immediately after, much to Yunho’s curious amusement. Seonghwa and Jongho were gonna fucking kill him… if Yunho didn’t get to him first, that is. But hey, when in Rome, and all that. “I don’t even get time off for my heats,” he added after his nervous laughing fit was finished.
Though admittedly that was more due to the fact that he hadn’t experienced a heat in years than anything else, pretending to be an alpha all this time like he was. By this point, any and all information that even tied Mingi to being an omega had either been entirely erased or fabricated thanks to Jongho.
“Sounds like quite the tyrant,” Yunho said with a slight frown, sliding one of the glasses over towards Mingi and holding his own up expectantly. “Ever thought about a change in scenery?”
But although he knew full well what was in the drinks, he couldn’t exactly say no to Jeong Yunho, now could he? Which meant apparently wolfsbane was back on the table for the evening. Goody. Mingi only hoped his new suppressants could keep up. Clinking their drinks together and downing half the thing from sheer nerves alone, he scrunched his nose at the familiar, strong taste before answering honestly, “No, I’ve worked too long and hard to get where I am in my company to even think about quitting now.”
Not to mention, there was really only one way out of a crime ring like Yunho’s, and that was in a body bag. And he happened to like his head right where it was, thank you very much. He took another swig of his drink at the morbid thought. But surely Yunho wouldn’t harm an omega if he ever did find out the truth about Mingi, right? It wasn’t as if they were all that common, after all, which was probably the whole reason he was getting this kind of special treatment from the alpha in the first place.
“Shame. I’m in the market for a new personal secretary, myself.”
“I’ll just bet you are,” Mingi muttered behind his glass as he finished off the rest of the cloudy drink in two large gulps. Hongjoong, as Yunho had called him, was watching him avidly from behind the bar while he polished a glass, his previous smile turning rueful as he shook his head. Even Yunho himself was looking at him with his brows slightly raised, all but sipping at his drink in comparison. “What did you say the name of this drink was again?”
“I didn’t, but it’s one of Hongjoong’s special concoctions. What do you call it again, Joong?”
“Illusion. It’s a mix of all my best ingredients, and guaranteed to give you a good time. Most people don’t normally down it in under a minute like you just did, of course. You must party pretty hard."
Head already spinning, Mingi growled distractedly, “Sorry, really used to the cheap stuff over here. Which is kinda why I asked for it to begin with.”
And while he could tell he was being rude, for the life of him, Mingi couldn’t pinpoint exactly why talking to the alpha beside him like this would be such a bad thing, too busy finding the changing lights beneath the glass surface of the bar mesmerizing. Wait-- fuck. Maybe there was more wolfsbane in that drink than he’d initially assumed. That, or the drug in combination with the alcohol was messing with his heat suppressants something fierce.
Hongjoong sniffed distastefully. “There’s nothing cheap at my bar, Nobody,” he huffed, before eventually leaving when Yunho waved him off.
“What is your name, Red?” Yunho asked once they were more or less alone, one of his hands reaching up to play with a strand of his fiery locks before it found a new home on Mingi’s thigh.
“M--” he started, before his increasingly euphoric brain was thankfully telling him that he should absolutely not be giving that kind of information out. “Maybe you should introduce yourself first before you start fondling somebody,” he muttered, though his hostility was no doubt ruined when he practically fell out of his chair while attempting to dislodge Yunho's firm grip.
But the alpha was reaching out to right him instantly, hand previously on his thigh settling on his lower back before wrapping around his waist smoothly to keep him upright. Jesus, but his hand felt huge, maybe even as big as his own. Mingi honestly wasn't used to feeling so small like this around anyone, but he did not like how his omega was all but preening over it.
“Of course, where are my manners? I suppose I’m so used to people already knowing me at my own club that it slipped my mind. I’m Yunho," the bigger man all but purred into his ear, before backing off once he was certain Mingi could sit on his own again, content with leaning against the bar and eyeing him with open curiosity.
Closing his eyes as the room spun around him -and certainly not because that sultry voice was making him feel dizzy for an entirely different reason- Mingi furrowed his brows as the name sent alarm bells ringing in his mind. “Yunho, Yunho… why does that name sound so familiar?” Fuck, he seriously couldn’t think right now.
And he must have said that last bit out loud, because Yunho was smiling over at him as he crooned, “That’s alright, Red, you can just leave the thinking to me tonight, hmm?”
Mingi growled at the sexist words before he could help it, though he had the common sense to cover his mouth immediately afterwards. Bad omega, you’re not pretending to be an alpha right now, remember? Know your place.
But Yunho had very obviously heard him, tilting his head curiously as he asked, “Have I offended you in some way?”
“On top of drugging me? Yeah, a bit, ” he muttered angrily, the room around them spinning once more when Mingi opened his eyes back up to squint over at the amused alpha. “And I don’t appreciate being talked down to like I’m some sort of pet either.”
Thank god Mingi was built like a tank for his subgender, that was all he could say, because otherwise he had a feeling he’d be on the floor right about now with the amount of wolfsbane that must have been in that drink. With this kind of effect, the glasses had to have been coated with the stuff even before Hongjoong had put more crystals in. Damn alphas and their insane metabolisms. And while his own built up tolerance would fight off the worst of the effects within the next hour tops, Mingi still wasn’t looking forward to the hangover he’d surely have in the morning because of it. God, why had he downed it so fast earlier?
Yunho’s smile was unwavering at his words, however, and if anything it widened, as he said, “My apologies. Most people that come into this club are high on something already, but it was my intention to relax you, not anger you. I should have told you to take it slow from the start, however. Though I can appreciate a man that likes to work fast, too.”
“Yeah, thanks, I guess, but you’re not really my type,” Mingi said flippantly, watching as Yunho’s blue eyes all but lit up at his quick dismissal.
“I see. And how much would it cost for me to become your type?” the alpha drawled out, that deep voice once more sending pleasant shivers along his body, even if the tone had turned noticeably icy.
“You couldn’t afford me,” he proclaimed, before promptly breaking out into bright laughter at the absurd proclamation. Imagine that, his own boss that paid his fucking bills every week, that let him live under his very roof, not being able to afford him. Oh shit, right, this was his boss.
And someone he should definitely not be fucking with right now.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Everyone has a price.”
“Well this omega doesn’t,” he groused. Before remembering he was supposed to be letting the dangerous alpha down easy so that he didn’t wind up murdered later. Body bags, Mingi, get it to-fucking-gether. “However, I might be down to give you a… consolatory blowjob if you wanted? You know, for your time.”
The alpha’s eyes widened before Yunho was promptly bursting out into laughter himself. “Is that so? I take it you must be pretty good at them then?”
Mingi wouldn’t actually know, seeing as how he'd just made up a ‘consolatory blowjob’ on the spot, but he did know he was great at giving head. Well, normally anyway. When he was faded on alcohol and wolfsbane, however? He could only shrug. “Feel free to let me know afterwards, I guess, but I’m not exactly cool with public sex. Got any private rooms in this club of yours?”
“No, but that won’t be a problem.” Snapping his fingers, an alpha Mingi hadn’t even noticed was there before was walking up to them with a deep bow. “Yeosang, club’s closed. Get everyone out of here.”
“Yes, sir,” the alpha said automatically, not even bothering to so much as glance Mingi’s way before leaving to follow Yunho’s sudden orders. Damn, how often did this sort of thing happen for his lackey to not even raise a brow? Or maybe he was just that well trained.
And not even ten minutes later, the previously booming nightclub was all but silent, Yunho continuing to sip at his drink and eye Mingi as he nursed the glass of water Hongjoong had thoughtfully gotten him before he’d left. But now that it was just the two of them, all previous distractions otherwise stripped away, his heightened senses instead chose to hyper focus on the alpha before him.
Fuck, had he always smelled this good? He hadn’t noticed before with all the other scents floating around them, but now, the alpha’s pheromones were arguably more intoxicating than even the wolfsbane still coursing through his veins. And if this was how he smelled, Mingi could only imagine how he was going to taste.
Well, only one way to find out, he supposed, and he had been the one who’d stupidly suggested it. But still, did his omega have to be so goddamn excited about it? He hadn’t produced slick like this in-- whatever, the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could go home. God, he could already hear the ‘I told you so’s.
Standing up in annoyance at the thought, only to drop down to his knees in front of the otherwise relaxed alpha, Mingi frowned when he realized the stools at the bar were far too tall for him to really get to the alpha’s dick in this position. Not that Yunho seemed all that worried about it.
In fact, he didn’t seem hurried at all in comparison to Mingi, Yunho finishing his drink off and setting it aside before he was tilting Mingi’s face up with two fingers beneath his chin. “What’s the rush, Red? Don’t you want to sober up a bit more first?”
“I’d rather just get this over with,” he mumbled before he could think to stop himself, the fingers beneath his chin turning to steel as they bruisingly gripped his jaw. “I just mean--” he amended, tongue peeking out to slide along his lower lip nervously, “before my high wears off, is all. I have a pretty insane tolerance.” Which wasn’t a lie, but also wasn’t why he was rushing the situation either, and by the unimpressed look on the alpha’s face they both knew it.
“Mhmm,” Yunho hummed, unconvinced, those long fingers trailing heatedly along his skin before the touch was gone entirely. And stupidly enough, his omega whined at the lack of contact, the little traitor. “Well, let’s at least move over to the lounge area,” the alpha sighed. As if this was suddenly a chore for him. “This floor can’t be very comfortable for your knees.”
“I’m not that fragile,” Mingi muttered with a scowl, but he followed Yunho over to the couch he’d been sitting on previously anyway, pleased to note he could stand and even walk at present without the room spinning around him. Progress.
Before the alpha sat down himself, however, Mingi slid his arm around the bigger man’s waist, much like Yunho had done to him earlier, his other hand sliding along the front of the alpha’s pants suggestively to get the ball rolling. But he frowned when he realized Yunho wasn’t even hard. Impressive, to be sure, but not hard. What the fuck?
Yunho laughed when he saw his openly confused expression, the dangerous alpha drawling, “I don’t make a habit of taking advantage of drugged up omegas. So if you want it hard that badly, princess, then I'm afraid you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Princess? Suddenly he missed being called Red, getting the distinct impression that this new nickname was an insult.
But grinning cockily despite himself, Mingi undid the alpha’s belt with one hand, tugging the leather just shy of too rough just because he could. And leaning in close until his lips were all but ghosting over his boss’ ear, he whispered low, “Oh, I want it hard alright,” before moving down to nose at the alpha’s scent gland, nipping at the overly sensitive skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, of course, and not deep enough to claim, but just enough to let the alpha know that he wasn’t one to be trifled with either. If he were remotely sober, he’d probably be a little more worried about playing such a dangerous game with the infamous crime lord, but for now, he had something to prove to the smug sonofabitch.
Growling in response, Yunho reached for his throat as well, but Mingi shoved him down onto the couch before he could be scented in return, placing one of his shoes onto the alpha’s chest to keep him pinned in place. But as much as he wanted to slide that same foot down until he was grinding his heel against the alpha’s crotch, his balance was nowhere near where it usually was at the moment, so he instead once again sank down onto his knees on the plush rug at Yunho’s feet.
“You’re right, this is more comfortable,” he sighed, shrugging off his jacket to leave his arms bare, before popping open the top button of his vest as well to show off even more skin. Sitting back on his knees, Mingi tilted his head to the side as he looked coyly up at the alpha, a knowing smirk tilting up the corners of his plush lips. And as his glowing eyes trailed down the alpha’s body to rest on the now very interested cock straining in those expensive slacks, Mingi’s smirk only widened. “Is this what you call ‘working for it’? Because, baby, I haven’t even done anything yet,” he purred, spreading his legs wider to draw Yunho’s eyes down to his own erection.
Truth be told he’d been hard ever since he’d smelled the alpha’s strong scent earlier, and there was no point in hiding the reaction now, even if it did confuse the hell out of him. Yes, the alpha was undoubtedly hot, but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said Yunho wasn’t his type. His sub-type, that is, Mingi typically only going for betas ever since he’d decided to live out his life as an alpha.
Fingers sliding up the alpha’s calves to his strong thighs, Yunho rested further into the couch at his touch, his arms splayed out over the top of it as Mingi finally fished out the alpha’s cock. And he could only lick his lips in anticipation at what he saw. Fuck, Yunho would have piercings. Three to be exact, evenly spaced and sitting horizontally along the bottom of that thick shaft starting just below the head.
“Did these hurt?” he found himself asking, sliding his fingers against them and noting how hot the silver jewelry felt, how the length beneath his touch jumped as he skimmed over the raised flesh where the bars were.
“Like a bitch, but I like pain,” the alpha said with a shrug, spreading his legs wider to accommodate him when Mingi scooted closer.
“And I thought I was a badass for getting my nipples and tongue done,” Mingi murmured, letting his tongue loll out so Yunho could see the piercing for himself before he was leaning down to have his first taste of that huge cock. He hadn’t been with an alpha in years, so he’d nearly forgotten how naturally inclined they were in that regard. Mingi himself wasn’t all that small for an omega, but this man made him almost self conscious in comparison.
But he was quickly forgetting all about the size contest going on in his mind when he wrapped his lips around the head of Yunho’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of his precum. “Fuck, you taste good,” Mingi panted out as he let his tongue rove along the veiny ridges of the cock held in front of his face, eyes closing in bliss when he once more suckled at the tip and was rewarded with even more precum.
Swirling his tongue lazily around the head, he opened his eyes back up drowsily to look up the length of the alpha’s body, not able to help his smirk when he saw Yunho’s fists clenching, his brows furrowing as Mingi took his time enjoying the taste of him, suddenly in no hurry to swallow him down or see how much he could fit into his mouth. He already knew it was all of it anyway, no matter how impressive his size. But Yunho didn’t. Yet.
“You know,” Mingi said as he backed up, a string of spit still connecting his wet lips to the alpha’s cock, “I like pain too.”
“Is that so?” the alpha purred low, hips twitching up when Mingi continued to tease him by only taking the first few inches of his cock into his mouth shallowly.
“Mhmm,” he hummed around the length. Before taking the entirety of the alpha’s cock down his throat, moans muffled as he felt each piercing glide over his tongue. Yunho groaned in surprise when he was swallowed down, but got the hint soon enough when Mingi looked up at him and raised a single brow in challenge.
In response, those clenched fists were moving into his hair instantly, Mingi going lax as the alpha leaned over him to fuck into his mouth roughly. Tears springing to his eyes, he couldn't help but moan each and every time he felt those piercings slide over his own, briefly wondering how that must feel for Yunho, before a designer shoe pressing down between his legs made any and all thoughts disappear.
Whining when that heel rubbed near painfully against his trapped erection, Mingi rolled his hips up to grind against it further, hands gripping his boss' calf for dear life.
"You know, for all your talk earlier, you really do look like my pet right now, desperately humping my leg to try and get some kind of relief. Think you could cum from this alone, puppy? Hmm?" Yunho hummed as he once more shoved himself fully down Mingi's throat and stayed there, the hand in his hair tugging until Mingi was looking back up at him.
Tears falling freely from his eyes now, Mingi nodded as much as the cock in his throat would allow, moving his tongue expertly and swallowing around Yunho's thick length just so he could watch that smirk get wiped off the alpha's smug face. Though what replaced it may have been even more dangerous, glowing eyes boring down into his own.
"Shit, Red, are you always this slutty, or is this really all the cocktail's doing?" Yunho growled out, finally pulling out of Mingi's throat so he could actually breathe.
Panting as Yunho continued to jerk himself off in front of his face, Mingi said hoarsely, "Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself some other time. Now, are you gonna keep fucking my mouth, or not?"
Yunho's eyebrow raised at his words, but it didn’t stop him from shoving his length back down his throat either, pressing down harder with his foot to encourage Mingi’s grinding all over again. It was honestly humiliating how much he was enjoying himself, drool dripping off his chin as he whined and choked with the brutal pace the alpha was setting. But whether it was the drugs that were steadily tapering off, or the pheromones Yunho was letting off in waves, Mingi was on the cusp of one of the most powerful orgasms of his entire fucking life, humiliation or no.
But the alpha looming over him was cumming first, pulling out of his throat to cum all over his face, Mingi keeping his mouth open as he panted, and moaning when some of the hot release landed on his tongue. Licking what little he could from his face, he focused on rolling his hips desperately into the bottom of his boss’ shoe, little whines escaping his lips as the remainder of the alpha’s cum slid down his neck and chest.
Reaching forward, one of Yunho’s large hands wrapped around his throat, thumb rubbing the cum there into his scent gland, before he was squeezing with even pressure. And that was all it took to have Mingi cumming in his pants like a teenager, closing his eyes blissfully as he leaned into the hand still steadily choking him, before Yunho was releasing his hold to collect the remaining cum from his face and feed it to him.
They stared at each other like that for a time, Mingi’s eyes hazy from pleasure as he obediently sucked the alpha’s long fingers clean, thighs squeezing together when Yunho continued to tease between his legs with his foot. But it was strange, Mingi had already been able to feel the effects of the wolfsbane slowly but surely wearing off, yet now, it was almost as if his body was on fire he was running so hot.
Brows furrowing, Mingi stood on shaky legs, staring down at Yunho as the alpha smirked and patted his lap in a silent command. But as much as his omega wanted nothing more than to climb onto the alpha and take what he was clearly offering, Mingi shook his head. Both in refusal, and to try and rid his brain of the fog rapidly encompassing it. “Sorry, as fun as that was, I really should be going,” he mumbled. “Raincheck?”
Yunho frowned up at him, but eventually he shrugged, tucking himself back into his pants and getting more comfortable on the couch all over again. “Shame, and here I thought we were just starting to have fun. At least let me offer you a ride home, an omega in your state shouldn’t be out and about alone this late at night.”
“No!” he argued, though the alpha’s amused expression had him backtracking quickly enough. “I mean, I appreciate it, and all, but I came here with friends. I’m sure they’re waiting for me.”
Standing up when Mingi made to slowly back away, Yunho reached out before he got very far, pulling him close and staring blankly down at him, before ducking his head to his chest. Gasping when a hot tongue swiped over his bare skin, his knees all but buckled when Yunho moved to his lips next and said bluntly, “Open.”
Mingi stared up at the alpha in confusion, but did as he was told, a shocked moan escaping his lips when Yunho spit into his mouth, the taste of cum mixed with saliva coating his tongue. Yunho stared darkly down at him as he sucked the flavors off his tongue, before roughly grasping his hair in one hand to tilt his head back and give him quite possibly the filthiest kiss Mingi had ever experienced. Fuck, but this man was dangerous. For a number of reasons.
“You sure I can’t have someone drive you and your friends home?” the alpha murmured against his lips, nibbling along them till he could taste blood.
But no. Not unless Mingi wanted to give away that he actually worked for Yunho when the driver inevitably dropped them off in front of the very syndicate the alpha ran, anyway. “We’ll be fine, thanks,” he assured, all but holding his breath, until the alpha eventually released his hold on his hair so Mingi could turn and stagger down the stairs before his omega made him do anything too stupid.
Like beg the notorious alpha to collar and keep him.
Before he’d even reached the bottom of the steps, however, Yunho called out, “Come back to the club again. Tomorrow. Same time.” It wasn’t a request.
“Yeah, okay, sure,” Mingi agreed quickly enough, though he knew full well that there was no way in hell he was going to do that. No, if he had anything to say about it, he’d never see Jeong Yunho up close and personal like this again, no matter how much his omega was howling in protest.
“Get home safe, Red.”
Looking up at the alpha one last time, Mingi said awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, you too,” before leaving the club in embarrassment, Yunho’s boisterous laughter following him out. Because really, who the hell told the most dangerous alpha this side of the world to get home safe? He did, apparently.
Avoiding eye contact with every lackey he passed in case any of them were low enough in rank to recognize him, Mingi pulled out his phone before immediately dialing Jongho’s number once he was far enough down the dark alley. “I fucked up. Bad. I need you to pick me up now.”
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions coming to bite you in the ass. I told you--”
“Jjong, please,” Mingi growled, leaning against the nearest building wall to catch his breath. Fuck, this wasn’t the wolfsbane’s doing at all, was it? No, he was going into heat. “You have my meds on you, right?”
“What kind of question is that, of course we do-- why. What’s wrong.”
“Just! Make sure you have them, alright? I’ll text you the address where you can safely pick me up at in a second,” he muttered before hanging up. Looking up at the nearest street sign, he picked another location a good three blocks away, not trusting this one to not have cameras all over the damn place. And just to be safe, he also texted them to switch the plates out on the car.
He hadn’t even made it halfway to the pick up point, however, before the hairs on the nape of his neck were standing on end. Which meant either a random alpha was following him hoping for an easy lay… or he had a tail. Turning the nearest corner, Mingi waited until those quiet footfalls were so close he could actually smell the alpha. But before the man could even turn the corner himself, Mingi was rounding it first, leading with an elbow to the alpha’s temple before shoving the dazed man up against the wall.
“Okay, ow. Easy there, gorgeous, I’m not here to hurt you. Just wanna make sure you get home safe, is all,” the alpha assured with his hands raised. But though he wasn’t dressed like one of Yunho’s lackeys tonight, Mingi knew exactly who he was holding up against the wall. Fuck, this was San, Yunho’s most trusted bodyguard.
But the alpha truly didn’t look like he was here to hurt him. Which was good, because it would be much easier to knock his fucking lights out if he wasn’t trying to actively fight him. “Yeah, that’s what they all say,” Mingi growled out. San didn’t look worried in the slightest as Mingi continued to hold him up, however, but he was openly scenting him, eyes widening when he too realized Mingi was going into heat. Fuck.
Popping the alpha in the face with enough force that he probably broke the poor bastard’s nose, he dropped the now passed out alpha to the ground before taking off, praying that the mild concussion he’d no doubt just given him by slamming his head into a brick wall for good measure would be enough to make the man forget all about that little fact. Not sticking around to find out, Mingi instead ran off towards the pickup location as fast as his feet would allow, cursing his terrible luck. Damnit, this wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go at all. And it had started out so promising, too.
Thankfully, the car was already there and waiting when he arrived, Mingi all but diving into the backseat and instructing Jongho to drive as he slumped down next to Seonghwa. Who was eyeing him worriedly.
“What the hell happened to you?” Seonghwa asked. “And where’s my coat I let you borrow, huh?”
Oh shit, he’d forgotten all about that. Whoops.
“You look and smell like ass,” Jongho commented with a look at him through the rearview mirror. To which Mingi promptly rolled his eyes.
“I drank something I shouldn’t have, that’s all, but it’s seriously messing with my hormones.”
“That bastard slipped you a heat inducer?” Jongho growled.
“No, maybe, I don’t know,” Mingi muttered as he rubbed at his throbbing temples, hissing when Seonghwa gave him a shot of his heat suppressants straight into his arm. “At first I just thought it was a little too much wolfsbane, but that wouldn’t counteract a heat inducer to not kick in before it started to wear off, would it?”
Seonghwa shook his head. “No, if anything, wolfsbane would only help trigger a heat sooner if combined with one of those. Why, are you telling me your heat only recently kicked in like this?”
Staring over at the medic warily, Mingi eventually nodded. It wasn’t as if he trusted anyone else with this kind of information anyway.
“Hmm, maybe the alcohol mixed with the drugs counteracted your usual cocktail of suppressants?” Though Seonghwa sounded doubtful. As well he should, he was the one who had successfully been able to hide Mingi’s omega subgender all these years. His suppressants had worn off plenty of times before this -his body steadily building up a tolerance to a number of weaker suppressants- but never had it gotten so bad that he’d slipped into a heat like this before Seonghwa could fix it.
“What happened right before you went into heat then?” Jongho asked from the front seat, taking in his disheveled appearance once more. “You didn’t let him scent mark you, did you?”
“Of course not, I’m not a complete moron,” Mingi muttered. Although… He rubbed along his scent gland doubtfully, grimacing at the tacky feeling of the dried cum still smeared against it. Fuck! “I guess, in a way, he kind of did scent mark me.” But goddamnit, that shouldn’t matter! Not unless…
“Mingi… if you went into heat that easily even with all the suppressants I have you on, then…” Seonghwa didn’t finish, but then he didn’t have to.
Because if Mingi had truly gone into heat that easily from one lousy scent marking…
Then that meant Jeong Yunho was his mate.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
“Damn, what happened to you?” Yeosang asked with a smirk at Yunho’s side as San angrily stumbled back into the club, holding his noticeably bleeding nose.
“Yunho’s new pet happened to me,” San muttered, wiping the blood still trickling down his face with the back of his sleeve. “Dude’s got a right hook like a fucking professional boxer.”
“That’s nice. Did you happen to catch his name? Where he lives? The make and model of the car he drives, perhaps?” Yunho asked expectantly.
San inhaled through his mouth loudly, before he was slowly shaking his head. “No, he knocked me the fuck out. And by the time I came to and tracked his scent, he was already long gone.”
Yeosang snorted even as Yunho rubbed his forehead in annoyance. Goddamnit. “Told you you should have sent me,” the blonde alpha chided, sticking his tongue out at San when the alpha spit blood at him.
“Both of you, stop,” Yunho growled, before once more addressing San. “Did you at least learn anything valuable while you were out? What exactly do I pay you for if you can’t even do something as simple as follow someone inconspicuously?”
“Look, it’s not as if he was talking to himself while he was walking home. And even if he was, his scent was distracting as hell, okay?” San muttered as he tilted his head back and groaned as he gently tapped at his nose. “Does this look broken to you?”
“Definitely,” Yeosang deadpanned.
“Fuck! Not cool, Yunho!”
But Yunho wasn’t listening to San’s whining, too busy trying to calm his alpha down from San’s previous words, his proverbial hackles rising at the very thought of San being able to scent Red so easily. Yes, the omega had smelled like absolute heaven, but he’d been on so many different suppressants that even Yunho had hardly been able to make his scent out until the very end. Hell, even the forgotten coat in his hands was all but devoid of the scent he knew to be spellbinding. So why the fuck had San been able to smell him so easily? “What is that supposed to mean? That his scent was ‘distracting’?” Yunho asked darkly, eyes glowing in his growing ire.
“I mean,” San said thickly, hissing in pain as Yeosang moved to poke and prod at his swollen face with glee, “he was in heat. And a pretty severe one by the looks of it.”
Dropping the coat in his hands, Yunho stood up to grab San by the collar and pull him close, towering over the smaller alpha as he asked icily, “So you mean to tell me, that not only did you not manage to do anything I asked of you, but you also happened to lose my mate in the process? With nothing but a broken fucking nose to show for it?”
San opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out at first, the alpha looking up at him helplessly. “...I’m really sorry?” he finally managed to whine.
“Not yet you aren’t. But you will be if he doesn’t show his face here tomorrow.” But then, Yunho already knew he wouldn’t. He knew a trapped wolf when he saw one, which was exactly why he’d sent San to follow Red home in the first place, damnit!
But surprisingly enough, it was Yeosang that came to San’s defense when he said, “I’ll find him. After all, it’s not as if we don’t have cameras installed in every square inch of this place. And what good is having illegal access to every database in the world if we can’t even find one measly omega, amiright?”