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Minho bursts past the threshold of their dorm in a flurry of movement, breathing hard and slamming the door shut behind him before staring dumbfounded at the bundle of black fabric clenched in his fist. The material is soft between his fingers, threadbare with use, and it smells— fuck, it smells like—
Minho sways slightly where he stands, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his temple as his heart beats an erratic rhythm against his ribcage. He feels dizzy, almost out-of-body.
Did he really just—?
Before he can make any sort of decision about what to do next, a voice calls to him from the kitchen.
“Hyung?”
Minho’s head snaps up to see Seungmin peering at him from across the room, a bag of Hot Cheetos in hand.
“What’s that?” Seungmin asks, craning his head to the side to try and get a better look at the bundle in Minho’s hands.
“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Minho snaps, though the windedness in his voice takes away from the threatening tone he’d meant to achieve.
Did he really run back here? Jesus, Minho.
“Isn’t that Jisung’s?” Seungmin continues, standing up from his chair and pacing across the room. He switches the chip bag to his other hand so he can tug at the fabric with cheeto dust-free fingers until it unravels from Minho’s grip to reveal a screen-pressed anime graphic splayed across the back. “Oh, that is Jisung’s. Why do you have his shirt?”
“Why don’t you mind your business?” Minho replies sharply, yanking the shirt from Seungmin’s grasp and fighting the urge to shove it directly under his nose. He feels prickly all over, hot and flustered and irritable in a way he only really experiences when he’s—
“Did your preheat come early or something?” Seungmin murmurs, seemingly unimpressed by Minho’s attitude. Rather than retreat, he leans in to press his nose to the ridge of Minho’s shoulder and give him a curious sniff.
“What about ‘mind your business’ did you not understand?” Minho grumbles, flinching away. Unperturbed, Seungmin moves in closer and Minho flushes in indignation as his nose trails from Minho’s shoulder to press right up against his scent gland.
“Ugh, yeah, you smell like preheat,” Seungmin concludes, pulling away and grimacing in a way that Minho can only take with mild offense.
“I don’t remember asking for a clinical assessment.”
“Still,” Seungmin muses, ignoring him, “why would you have Jisung’s shirt?”
“What? Do I need your permission?” Despite his attempt to inject a healthy dose of venom into his tone, Minho can’t help the way tension slowly seeps from his body, his instinctual side taking innate comfort in the presence of a beta as his preheat gradually sets in. “Maybe I just wanted to thieve.”
Seungmin raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn’t back off.
“Why are you being so weird?”
Feeling as though the fight is officially more effort than it’s worth, Minho heaves a loud, relenting sigh before shoving the shirt against Seungmin’s chest. “Just smell for yourself.”
Seungmin narrows his eyes at him, but ultimately lifts the shirt to his nose, inhaling slowly. It takes everything in Minho not to reach out and snatch it back from him, and he settles for curling his fingers in the hem of his own jacket as he waits.
There’s a moment when Seungmin’s eyebrows simply furrow in confusion, but then a sudden understanding passes over his face and he lifts his eyes to meet Minho’s expectant gaze.
“Oh,” Seungmin mumbles, taking one last sniff as if to confirm his suspicion before handing the shirt back to Minho. “Does Channie-hyung know?”
“I don’t think so. Hannie was the only one home when I went over.” Minho twists the shirt in his fingers, itching to retreat to his room and hide from this entire conversation. “I don’t even think he knows.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
Minho winces.
“I didn’t get the chance.”
“You didn’t get the chance to tell him he presented as an alpha?”
“Is that my job?” Minho exclaims, uncharacteristically defensive. The entire situation has him feeling cornered, caught in a way that makes him flush from more than just the sudden onset of his preheat. “I just went over there to hang out, you know, be menacing–”
“Sure.”
“And he was just sitting there on the couch but I could smell him from across the room and– I don’t know all of a sudden I was pulling his shirt off.”
“Like the shirt he was wearing?”
“Yeah? What other shirt would I have grabbed?”
“I mean, literally any other shirt. But go on.”
“That’s it. Then I came back here.”
“So you fled the scene?”
“I mean–”
“No, let me get this straight,” Seungmin interrupts, raising a hand to count off on his fingers. “You enter the other dorm unannounced and unprompted. Fine. That in of itself is normal behavior for you. But once you get there, you immediately smell that Jisung’s presented as an alpha. Which is big news considering he’s over a year late presenting. But instead of saying anything you pull the shirt he is literally wearing off of him and then leave with zero explanation? That’s what happened?”
“I will neither confirm nor deny,” Minho growls, glaring as Seungmin’s lips tremble with the threat of a laugh at his expense. “But one more word about whatever may or may not have just occurred at the other dorm and I will strangle you with the only piece of evidence, Kim Seungmin.”
Seemingly done tormenting Minho with questions about his unhinged behavior, Seungmin composes himself with a soft cough and a murmured ‘Yikes’ before he turns on his heel and walks back towards the kitchen, leaving Minho standing with the source of his shame still clutched tight in his fist.
A moment later, Minho feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from Seungmin.
[1:38 pm] 🐱 🐶:
Seungmin: So you texting the gc or?
Me: can u give me literally a single moment of peace
Seungmin: No
Me: 🔪
Minho groans, navigating to the members’ group chat as he finally slips off his shoes and trudges to his bedroom.
[1:42 pm] SKZ CHAT 🔥🔥🔥 :
Me: hannie presented
Me: as an alpha
Me: k byee
[You have muted this conversation]
Minho tosses his phone and Jisung’s shirt onto his bed before stripping away his jacket and jeans, letting both crumple to the floor until he’s left only in his boxers and oversized green knit sweater. He then slips under his downy comforter, already feeling the tendrils of preheat threading through his veins, leaving him warm and hazy and craving a specific kind of touch.
With a groan, he pats at the sheets until he finds his phone again and opens it to another group chat.
[1:47 pm] SLICK BITCHES 💦:
Me: jfc who changed the gc name
Hyunjin: :)
Felix: yeah that was Jinnie with input from Changbinnie-hyung
Felix: but what’s up hyung?? that was uh. a cryptic message in the gc
Hyunjin: yeah did he seriously present?? finally???
Hyunjin: i mean it’s about time. innie presented almost a year ago
Me: yeah
Me: i have his shirt here if u wanna confirm for yourselves
Me: but also just come by bc i’m in preheat and ur both contractually obligated to help
Felix: why do I feel like these two things are related
Hyunjin: oh they definitely are. i knew this would happen
Me: hwang hyunjin u have never known a single thing in ur life
Hyunjin: rude
Felix: ㅋㅋㅋ
Felix: I’m just at a cafe down the street hyung I’ll be home in a sec
Felix: I’ll save a spot for you Hyunjin
Hyunjin: idk maybe i don’t want to come over anymore :/
Me: what about contractual obligation do u not understand
Me: don’t make me take legal action
Hyunjin: this is omega on omega violence
Felix: I’m bringing back pastries
Felix: but I’m eating them all if you’re still bickering by the time we’re in bed
Me: oh now this is omega on omega /on omega/ violence
Hyunjin: omega WITHHOLDING
Felix: ALL THE PASTRIES FOR ME THEN
Minho snorts a quiet laugh before dropping his phone on the mattress near his head and rolling over, pulling the comforter up to his chin and closing his eyes.
He stays that way for only a few seconds before he’s patting blindly at the sheets again, letting out a small and frankly embarrassing noise of relief when his fingers find Jisung’s shirt and pull it to him.
Then, without allowing himself to think too hard about his actions, he presses the bundle against his face and buries his nose in the soft folds. He inhales, long and deep, and Han Jisung’s newly presented alpha scent floods his senses.
The only way Minho can think to describe the scent is through its sheer intensity, the individual notes lost beneath the way it makes Minho shudder where he’s buried in his sheets, goosebumps flushing down the nape of his neck and the length of his arms. It’s in his lungs, at the back of his throat, clouding his mind in a dreamy haze.
He wills Felix and Hyunjin to hurry. He needs them to help clear his head, to help regain some semblance of control over whatever the hell is happening to him.
“This,” Minho mumbles to his empty bedroom, “is not normal.”
Mostly, he needs them to distract him from what he’s rapidly understanding to be a complete and utter understatement.
***
“A- ah–!”
Minho tosses his head back against the pillow as Hyunjin’s tongue curls around the head of his cock before swallowing him down with a moan that Minho feels all the way up his spine.
“That’s it, hyung,” Felix says close to his ear. Minho can hear the smile in the low rumble of his voice, in the press of his lips against the hinge of his jaw. Minho tilts his head so Felix has better access to his neck, and sighs in pleasure when Felix presses open-mouthed kisses there and murmurs against the flush column of his throat. “Tell us what you need.”
“Fingers,” Minho replies, breathless. He suppresses a whine when Hyunjin pops off his cock with a wet, lewd sound. “Fingers, Hyun-ah, c’mon–”
“I heard you, hyung,” Hyunjin assures him with a laugh that sounds more amused than annoyed. He presses two fingers against Minho’s hole without additional preamble, Minho leaking enough slick that he’s able to sink them easily inside. “That better?”
“Yes,” Minho breathes, the fullness of Hyunjin’s long fingers immediately settling him, soothing the ache of need burning hot in his gut. He keens when Hyunjin deftly finds his prostate and begins rubbing it with practiced strokes.
“Wow, you’re really worked up this time,” Hyunjin comments breezily, and Minho sees him throw Felix a look that Minho, even in his arousal-clouded mind, can only interpret as purely conspiratorial. “Wonder what changed?”
“Shut up,” Minho mumbles weakly, rolling his hips down on Hyunjin’s fingers. He feels himself tipping closer and closer to orgasm under Hyunjin’s steady ministrations and Felix’s mouth on his neck, the dual sensations stoking the flame of arousal in his gut to a fever pitch. “Just make me come.”
“You know what I think?” Felix suddenly muses, pulling away from Minho’s side only to return a moment later. Minho just barely registers the bundle of black in his hand before Felix cups his cheek with one hand and uses the other to press the fabric of Jisung’s shirt under his nose. “Why don’t we get some help from Hannie?”
If Minho had been in any other mindset, he would have been mortified by the sound that escapes him then. The high, broken, desperate noise somewhere between a cry and a moan. In the moment, however, he can’t bring himself to feel or sense anything other than Jisung.
His scent floods through him, consumes him, and for a few fevered, blissful seconds he believes that it’s Jisung filling him, Jisung’s hand reaching down to encircle Minho’s cock and stroke him hard and fast until he’s close, close, he’s so close–
“Gonna– f- fuck, ‘m gonna come–”
Stars burst behind Minho’s eyelids as his orgasm hits him hard , arching off the mattress and crying out wordlessly as hot pulses of come seep between the fingers curled around his cock and coat the quivering muscles of his lower abdomen.
Yongbok’s, he thinks dizzily as the initial blinding wave of pleasure and relief slowly ebb away and he’s left shivering through the lingering aftershocks. Yongbok’s fingers, not Jisung’s.
Minho winces when Hyunjin slides his fingers out of him. He’s immediately distracted from the loss, however, as Felix’s hand continues working his spent cock and he pushes aside Jisung’s shirt to capture Minho’s mouth in a hungry kiss.
“Yongbok-ah,” Minho groans, panting hot against his lips. “Sensitive, baby.”
“Oh, sorry,” Felix mumbles in breathy apology. Minho takes a full, shuddering breath as Felix finally releases his hold. “That was just so–”
“Hot,” Hyunjin finishes for him, crawling up the bed to flop on Minho’s other side. “That was really hot, hyung.”
Minho parts his lips to reply, to say anything about what just happened, but his brain stumbles over itself the moment he tries to put it into words.
What did just happen?
“So…” Felix says after several moments pass without Minho managing any sort of coherent response. He pokes Minho’s bare chest, grinning wide. “Jisungie, then?”
“Can you at least towel me off before confronting me about this?” Minho finally groans, flashing each a glare in turn as both Felix and Hyunjin erupt into giggles on either side of him.
“We’re not judging!” Felix says as he rolls off the side of the bed to retrieve a small towel from Minho’s dresser drawer.
“We’re judging a little,” Hyunjin amends, snuggling close to his side despite Minho’s half-hearted attempt to shove him away in indignation. “I mean, his scent is just so–”
“It’s intense,” Felix offers congenially, returning to the side of the bed to wipe at the come drying on Minho’s stomach.
“It’s stinky,” Hyunjin says, giving a small yelp when Minho redoubles his efforts to shove him off the bed. “But in a good way!”
“How can you say he’s stinky in a good way?” Minho asks. His ears feel hot, and they must be flushing red from the way Hyunjin reaches for one.
“It’s kind of musky,” Hyunjin clarifies, rubbing Minho’s earlobe affectionately between his fingers.
“Like he went to the gym and then didn’t shower until the day after,” Felix adds, nodding slowly as if in thoughtful contemplation. “And maybe also jerked off in between.”
“Which is good!” Hyunjin exclaims brightly despite Minho’s withering look in his direction. “If, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.”
“That’s it, get out,” Minho grumbles, wiggling out of the tangle of their limbs until he’s firmly buried with the sheets pulled up over his head. “You’ve both lost preheat nest privileges.”
“I can’t believe you’re already kicking us out when my fingers were in your ass literally five minutes ago. That might be a new record,” Hyunjin comments, and Minho flinches when he feels said fingers poke his side through the comforter. “Also let’s be honest, you haven’t even built a proper nest yet. You have the one shirt.”
“Pretty powerful shirt though,” Felix muses, laughing when Minho lets out a loud, indignant shout. “C’mon, hyung. It’s really not a big deal.”
But it feels like a big deal.
Minho prides himself on being relatively composed when it comes to his omega instincts. He experiences the usual cycle of needs, the usual desires. But he never loses himself in it. Even in the throes of his heat he’s always felt in control, remaining lucid enough to know with a single-minded focus exactly what he needs and who can give it to him and how.
Perhaps it was only for a few fevered moments, but just the lingering scent of Jisung on one of his shirts had made Minho completely lose himself, had made him really feel as though it was Jisung in his room touching him, fucking him, making him come hard. The reality of the experience makes Minho feel a little less tethered than he did before Jisung presented.
But beneath the nerves another part of him thrums with the knowledge that he’s capable of relinquishing control. There’s something oddly thrilling to the prospect, though a hot flush returns to his ears every time he’s reminded that it’s Han Jisung’s scent that makes that control slip away so easily.
Han Jisung, who Minho is almost positive has never fucked anyone in his life. Fooled around with, sure. They all fool around and have for years now. Minho literally gave Jisung a blowjob in one of the set bathrooms just last week because Jisung had been so sure Minho couldn’t get him off in the ten minutes before their shared slot.
(He’d been wrong.)
But actually fucked anyone, let alone an omega in full-blown heat?
Absolutely not.
There’s an unspoken process to this kind of thing within their pack. A certain order of events to what is done with who and when that’s gradually established itself over the years as each member presented. Minho would know if Jisung had put his dick anywhere other than one of the other members’ hands or mouth. It would be one of them (most likely Hyunjin, Felix, or Minho himself) who would spend Jisung’s first rut with him and guide him through it. Show him what to do, what feels good, when it’s most natural for him. After his new alpha instincts have fully settled in his bones and are at their peak. That’s just how they do things.
So now Minho wants to…what?
Disrupt that process and hijack Jisung’s first rut experience by pulling him into his heat? Take his knot, which Minho isn’t entirely sure Jisung has even popped yet, let alone used?
Is Minho really so… affected that he would willfully ignore the fact that, for all the intents and purposes of helping Minho with his heat, Jisung is essentially a virgin?
The thought makes Minho’s head spin.
“Listen, it’s just–” Minho huffs, yanking the comforter off his face with an annoyed flourish. “I don’t understand what the fuck is going on. Chan and Changbin’s scents don’t do… this to me.”
“It’s natural for us to respond to some scents stronger than others though,” Felix says. His tone is so sweet and genuine that Minho doesn’t protest when he snuggles down close again and wraps an arm across Minho’s middle. “I definitely respond to Channie-hyung’s scent the most.”
“Changbinnie-hyung for me,” Hyunjin says, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Innie’s too depending on how intense my preheat is.”
“And you know how Channie-hyung gets with Seungminnie when he’s in prerut,” Felix continues, giving Minho a squeeze. “We’re a pack. Everyone’s weird about each other’s scents in different ways.”
“You’re just extra weird about Sungie’s, apparently,” Hyunjin concludes, shrugging innocently when Minho shoots him a look. “Am I wrong? I mean, you weren’t due for your heat for another three weeks.”
“Speaking of,” Felix says, the grin back in his voice. “When are you going to ask him to spend your heat with you? You’re going to, right?”
Despite his lingering reservations and the general unconventionality of it all, it seems obvious. The fact that Jisung’s presentation sent him into an early preheat is, Minho has to admit, kind of prophetic, even.
If he really allows himself to think about it, Minho genuinely can’t envision spending his heat with anyone else. Although Chan and Changbin have always given him what he needs, in this moment his omega practically aches for the newly presented alpha.
He aches for the deep, heady scent of him to envelop Minho until he’s dizzy, drowning in it. He aches to watch Jisung’s expression when he sinks inside Minho’s wet heat for the first time. And he aches to be filled by the stretch of his knot, even if he has to teach Jisung how to use it in the middle of his own heat.
God help him.
“Yeah, I’m going to,” Minho finally replies. The words leave him in a rush, and he feels almost winded afterwards. “Just haven’t had the chance. A lot going on, obviously.”
“What with all the stealing his clothes and being otherwise very insane?”
This time, Minho succeeds in shoving Hyunjin off the bed.
“You know, you could Facetime him right now,” Felix suggests reasonably, ignoring Hyunjin’s squawking from the floor because he’s generally a good boy and also Minho’s favorite right now. “And we’ll be here for emotional support.”
“I don’t need emotional support,” Minho lies, twisting around in an attempt to find his phone in the sheets as Hyunjin claws his way back onto the bed.
“Sure, hyung,” Felix says, handing his phone to him from where he’d clearly set it on the nightstand earlier. He gives Minho a knowing smile. “Sure.”
Minho reaches out to give Felix’s freckled cheek a quick, admonishing pinch before he turns his attention back to his phone.
Before he can second guess himself, he selects Jisung’s contact and clicks the Facetime button.
Minho takes in the reflection of himself on the screen, flushed cheeks and wide pupils and hair standing up at an odd angle in the back. There’s no question about what he’s been up to, especially when he spots the soft purple mark blooming on his neck that definitely wasn’t there before.
He’s just about to turn towards Felix with an accusatory glare when his reflection minimizes towards the corner and Jisung’s face appears in its wake.
“Is this allowed?” Jisung’s voice asks through the phone screen. “I thought this wasn’t allowed.”
“What do you mean ‘Is this allowed?’” Minho asks, a confused laugh bubbling past his lips when Jisung’s eyes shift towards something off screen.
“Aren’t you doing your omega thing?” Jisung clarifies, looking back to Minho. “That’s what Channie-hyung’s saying.”
“Ohhh, you mean our omega thing where we fuck a lot during preheat and none of the alphas are allowed to interrupt?” Minho asks, smirking in satisfaction when Jisung roughly clears his throat.
“Yeah, that thing.”
“We are, but I called you ,” Minho clarifies, tilting the phone screen so both Felix and Hyunjin appear briefly in frame to grin and wave deviously at Jisung. “And since I’m the one in preheat I can do whatever I want. Those are the rules.”
“Got it,” Jisung replies, letting out a wry laugh. “Learning a lot from you today, hyung.”
“Yeah, I know,” Minho says, a pang of guilt striking him in the chest. “How are you feeling about everything?”
“Honestly fine?” Jisung replies with a shrug. “I don’t really feel any different. Just didn’t expect a rogue omega to break into my apartment and tear my shirt off my back on the first day of my presentation. That part was kind of messed up.”
“First of all, I did not break in . I know the key code,” Minho says, ignoring Felix and Hyunjin’s stifled giggles next to him. “Second of all, I did not tear your shirt off your back. It’s still here and very much intact.”
“Didn’t even get any come on it!” Hyunjin supplies helpfully. At that, Jisung’s eyes visibly widen and Minho feels the acute urge to commit unspeakable crimes against Hyunjin’s person.
“You brought my shirt to your omega thing?”
Minho’s ears flush hot, and he distractedly smacks Felix’s hand away before he can poke at them and make Minho’s visible embarrassment any more obvious.
“Why else would I have taken it?” Minho asks sharply, his tone taking on a defensive quality that he hadn’t intended but now has no choice but to lean into. “You’re an alpha now and I’m in preheat. Of course I brought it to our omega thing.”
“Listen, I don’t know–” Minho can’t tell if it’s a genuine blush or poor lighting that makes Jisung’s cheeks appear pinker than normal. “Sometimes you experience brief moments of insanity and at this point we’ve all just accepted that as a part of your charm.”
“That’s true,” Felix mumbles in agreement.
“See? Yongbok gets me.”
“Thanks, I guess?” Minho grumbles, elbowing Felix and then also Hyunjin for good measure.
“But wait–” Jisung says suddenly, eyebrows furrowing. “I thought your heat wasn’t for another three weeks or something?”
Minho looks from Jisung and then to Hyunjin, frowning.
“How did you both know that?”
“Channie-hyung has a calendar at our dorm,” Jisung answers, nonchalant. Minho sees Hyunjin nod out of his peripheral. “It’s on the refrigerator.”
“Right, of course he does,” Minho mumbles, endeared despite himself. “But yeah. My preheat came early. It’s fine, it happens.”
“Interesting timing though, isn’t it, Hannie-yah?” Hyunjin says, hooking his chin on Minho’s shoulder so his face appears in frame. “Very interesting timing.”
“And it’s pretty intense this time,” Felix jumps in, hooking his own chin on Minho’s other shoulder before Minho can turn his head and whisper a very real threat into Hyunjin’s ear. “So hyung should probably make a plan soon, don’t you think?”
“Um, yeah probably?” Jisung says, blinking slowly and suddenly looking very out of his depth. “Channie-hyung’s right here. Do you want me to pass the phone to him, or–?”
“No, that’s fine,” Minho grits out, registering Hyunjin and Felix’s painfully unsubtle hints like a brick to the face. “I’m just calling because like Yongbok mentioned, my heat will probably be in full force by midday tomorrow. So you should come by in the morning. Bring breakfast. That place a block away from your dorm? You know my order, right?”
“Wait, wait, wait–” Minho winces as Jisung clearly fumbles his phone and he hears Chan shout a mildly alarmed ‘What?!’ in the background. “You want me for your heat?!”
“It would appear that way,” Minho intones dryly despite the way his heart jackhammers against his ribcage. “Don’t sound so thrilled.”
He feels nauseous. Which is ridiculous because it’s just his heat. He’s had several heats.
And he’s just asking one of his pack alphas to help with said heat. Which he’s also done several times.
Okay sure, maybe he’s being a little selfish by doing things out of order.
And sure, maybe he’s being needy and impulsive and it feels like he’s letting his hard-fought control slip through his fingers with each stupid word out of his stupid mouth.
But it’s just Jisung, he thinks, willing himself to calm the fuck down.
It’s just Jisung. It’s just Jisung. It’s just Jisung.
“But hyung–”
“Mostly I want you to get my breakfast order right,” Minho interrupts, dying a little inside when he hears the strain in his own voice. Then he dies a little bit more inside when Hyunjin reaches out to steady the hand holding up his phone, which has started to tremble slightly. “I’ll just text you, okay?”
“Um…okay?” Jisung mumbles after a long moment in which Minho thinks the sheer force of his pounding heartbeat may actually kill him. “Yeah, okay, sure. Anything else?”
“Can you get me breakfast too?” Felix asks, and Minho’s silently grateful for the hand he places on his back, rubbing it in grounding circles.
“Are you in preheat?”
“No.”
“Then no,” Jisung replies with a grin. “I’m actually limiting breakfast orders to hyungs in preheat only.”
“Very limiting criteria,” Hyunjin grumbles, to which Felix nods in resentful agreement.
“I don’t know, that sounds pretty good to me,” Minho says, flashing Jisung a weak smile. The teasing banter eases him just a bit, soothed by the familiarity. “Tomorrow then, Hannie-yah?”
“Yeah, hyung,” Jisung says, cheeks puffing out as he releases a long breath through his teeth. Then he pauses for a moment, as if considering something, before giving Minho possibly the most painful, drawn-out wink he has ever been subjected to in his life. “Alpha will see you tomorrow~”
Minho bursts into horrified laughter, rolls his eyes at Jisung’s resulting cackle, and then hangs up the call. He drops his phone onto the bed and simply stares at it for several long seconds before Felix finally breaks the silence.
“Well that went well!” Felix exclaims, giving Minho’s back several encouraging pats. “And he’s being a really good sport about it all things considered.”
“I mean he’s getting his dick wet so what’s there to complain about?” Hyunjin mumbles. Minho glances over at him to find that he’s retrieved his own phone at some point, and now taps at it with a slight pout. “Like really wet if hyung’s preheat slick levels are any indication.”
“Yeah it went super and I’m not mortified or want to strangle either of you at all,” Minho deadpans, rubbing a hand down his face. When Hyunjin only makes a distracted noise of acknowledgement regarding Minho’s threat on his life, Minho decides to peak at his phone screen between his fingers. “Hyunjin, what are you doing?”
“Changing the group chat name,” Hyunjin mutters in reply, chewing his bottom lip. “I’ve decided that we’ve evolved beyond ‘Slick bitches’.”
“Didn’t you just change it?”
“Aw Changbinnie-hyung’s gonna be heartbroken,” Felix says, sounding genuinely forlorn. “He really, really liked ‘Slick bitches’.”
“Okay maybe that should have been your first red flag.”
“I got it!” Hyunjin exclaims suddenly, tapping at his phone screen with renewed enthusiasm. “‘Besties that slick together, stick together’.”
“Oh, I like it!”
“Okay, yeah,” Minho admits with a considering nod. “I mean I kind of hate it because I have a moral objection towards the word ‘bestie’, but that’s pretty clever actually.”
Once Hyunjin finishes typing out the new group chat name, he sets his phone down with a satisfied hum before rolling over to face them again.
“So, round two?”
“God, please.”
***
[5:35 pm] BROS THAT KNOT TOGETHER SPOT TOGETHER 💪 :
[Seo Changbin has added Bang Chan to the chat]
[Seo Changbin has added Han Jisung to the chat]
Changbin: Hannie-yah welcome to the club bro
Jisung: oh hell yeah
Jisung: yo is that a gym reference
Changbin: You know it
Jisung: niiiiice
Chan: Yeah congrats! Big moment! Whoo!
Chan: Okay but could we not have just used the 3racha group chat
Chan: Seems a little redundant
Changbin: Absolutely not
Changbin: This is a special moment that deserves a special gc
Jisung: speaking of special moments
Jisung: minho-hyung asked me to spend his heat with him tomorrow???
Changbin: Wait since when is he in preheat? The calendar said he wasn’t due for a few weeks
Jisung: oh dude you have missed so much
Jisung: it’s been a /day/
Chan: I’m like 95% sure Jisung’s presentation sent him into an early preheat
Chan: And I’m not just saying that to maintain the validity of my calendar
Changbin: I believe you, hyung
Changbin: The calendar has never failed us before
Jisung: okay but can we talk about how i /did that/
Changbin: Starting off strong for sure 💪
Changbin: You feel ready?
Jisung: oh absolutely not
Jisung: lowkey feel like i’m gonna die ✌️
Jisung: like what the FUCK
Chan: Hey! It’ll be fine! You got this!
Chan: Sure you’d usually have your first rut before you’re asked to help one of the omegas with their heat
Chan: But just think of this as a fun challenge!
Chan: Also I’m sure Minho knows what he’s doing :)
Jisung: okay but what if /i/ don’t know what /i’m/ doing
Changbin: You just need to know one thing when it comes to Minho-hyung
Jisung: hit me with it
Jisung: i’m literally begging you
Changbin: Just do whatever he says
Chan: And let your new alphas instincts guide you :)
Changbin: But if those instincts conflict with anything Minho-hyung tells you
Changbin: Fuck ‘em
Chan: Okay yeah that’s better advice actually
Jisung: cool cool cool
Jisung: anyway good chat hyungs
Jisung: also i haven’t actually acquainted myself with my knot yet soooo
Jisung: gonna go do that now? before his big moment?? i guess???
Chan: You know we’re here for you if you want help, right?
Changbin: Yeah I’ll be home soon and then I’m totally free for a handy, especially if it means meeting the new guy
Jisung: oh so you mean like a literal helping hand situation
Changbin: Of course bro ❤️
Jisung: okay yeah that’d be great actually ❤️
Chan: :) ❤️
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[6:57 pm] 🐶 🦊 :
Seungmin: Hey question
Seungmin: Any chance I could come stay with you in Busan for the next few days?
Jeongin: yeah sure omma would love that!
Jeongin: but is everything alright at the dorms??
Jeongin: i mean i saw in the gc that hyung finally presented. that’s cool!
Jeongin: but other than that?
Seungmin: How much time do you have?
Jeongin: oh yikes
Seungmin: Haha believe me, that’s what I said
Jeongin: 👀