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It’s a typical Saturday evening (as typical as a saturday can be), Minho is sitting on the sofa, looking up a cake recipe because Jisung has been on edge lately and he knows delicacies ease things a bit for him.
Jisung's voice always comes before his body, “Hyung,” he says and even with Jisung wearing a patch, Minho can sense his distress from his voice alone. It’s the accumulation of years of experience in Hanology . He stands in front of him, half-dressed and panicky.
“Can you scent me? I’m going out for a bit and I need your scent with me.”
Jisung likes to be scented before going to crowded places, he tells him it makes him feel safer—a protective halo around him. It’s typical, it’s them. Well, their friends would have another opinion, they say it’s a bit unusual to scent each other so often but nothing is usual about either of them so they don’t care, really. If Jisung is happy, Minho is, too.
Minho’s mouth stretches in a familiar smile at the request as he pats the cushion for Jisung to sit on.
He takes Jisung’s wrist and rubs his cheek at it, then his nose. This never gets less satisfying the more they do it, always preserving its novelty.
Jisung starts to let out low hums and his scent draws out the more Minho jabs his scent gland—citrusy, mouth-watering oranges swirl around him.
But Jisung scent continues to smell distressed, it's sour—unsatisfied. And this amount of scenting is usually enough for him to feel comforted.
Minho lifts his head from his arm to gauge why Jisung is suddenly silent. And surely, he knows this silence by the purse of his lips; Jisung wants to ask for something but he isn’t sure how. He doesn’t know that Minho would give him anything he wants if he alludes to it, within his power that is.
“Fess up, Jisung-ah,” he says far too gently for his liking but that’s always the case with him in Jisung’s presence.
Jisung’s answer comes in taking off his scent patch, doe-eyes looking straight at him. “Can you scent my neck?”
Minho blinks a few times, processing. Yeah, Jisung isn’t in heat judging from the subtle notes of his scent, so why else would he be asking for something that is so… intimate?
“Jisungie, are you sure?” I’m not sure— Minho had definitely fantasised about scenting Jisung like this, way too many times to count, because Jisung’s scent is far too tantalising for him to be normal. But they’re not exclusive, they’ll always be best friends, never alpha and omega. Never both and so much more.
Best friends scent each other all the time, but not on the neck.
He’s not…
“Alpha, want your scent, please?” Jisung bares his neck. Jisung— fuck.
This isn’t the first time that Jisung had called him alpha, he often does, teasingly, a mocking jab to sugarcoat Minho into doing something for him. He doesn’t usually like to stress about their subgenders because they don’t mean much. Minho knew Jisung before he presented, the news was just an extra part about Jisung that he will love–Alpha omega or beta, Jisung is his best friend and first love.
The sick part of his brain liked to make him believe that Jisung was perfect for him though. Minho was an alpha and now Jisung has presented as an omega. But they were still Minho and Jisung, which he could take because Jisung was by his side.
But now Jisung had to go and shatter this fickle fort that Minho had built to protect their friendship and call him alpha and not like a jab. It’s serious, omega needs alpha, and alpha must please omega. Fuck, Minho won’t handle this, his nose plunged deep into Jisung’s main scent gland–insane!
But just like any other time, Minho caves in; he listens to his heart and instincts and buries the sound of logic under the collapsed fort of his making.
He taps his thigh because any other position would be awkward and Jisung quickly straddles him. He’s so light situated on his legs, which means it’s not all his weight. But Minho won’t tell him to relax into it, he’ll do it naturally.
Minho caresses Jisung’s neck softly with his nimble fingers first, and Jisung shivers, so perceptive—skin flushed by the effect of Minho’s pheromones flurry, which must be more nerving than calming right now so he tries to keep them in check for his Jisung.
When Minho pulls Jisung by the scruff of his neck, shoving his shirt off his jugular to drop a kiss there and then nose at his gland, Jisung’s body goes pliant on his chest— boneless and Minho has to hug his torso with one arm and try not to lose it now that he’s how he wants him to be.
Alpha, comforting omega, his omega Jisung. Oranges, and Crème. Their scents swirl together producing Minho’s favourite scent ever; creamsicle.
This is the most coalesced their scents have ever been and Minho almost growls at the revelation but it might scare Jisung away. He can’t scare his Jisung.
Low purrs start to sound in Minho’s ears and it’s his cue to keep scenting him, he laps his tongue experimentally, a simple kittenish lick to taste the essence of his scent and Jisung lets out a muffled sound as his hands fist the fabric of his shirt at the shoulders.
He wants this to be comforting but it's starting to stray away from the goal and he has half the mind to panic and freeze in his movement about how wrong this is before Jisung clutches the back of his head and plunges his mouth deeper into his neck.
Okay, fuck it all if that’s what Jisung wants.
Minho licks at Jisung’s scent gland like his life depends on it, full of determination. If Jisung wants him to scent him he will do it right.
He can taste how sweet he is at the back of his mouth and he briefly wonders if it’ll stain his tongue orange. He wouldn’t mind, he wants Jisung’s scent to stain, permanently, 73 % of his body being Jisung’s scent—his fingertips leaving orange fingerprints everywhere he goes, look! That's proof of my love for Jisung, of our connection. He makes up a part of me.
His thoughts start to race, bordering on insane possessiveness the more he scents Jisung and his own scent starts to get panicky when nibbling isn’t enough anymore. He doesn’t know how much he’s allowed to go, he doesn’t want to be selfish, he shouldn’t cross the line that's getting so blurry to see. So he withdraws his mouth; scared of his intrusive thoughts about how nice it’d be if he did something permanent, how elusive of him to think that it’d be possible.
Jisung looks at him, skin flushed and heaving and everything Minho ever wants, he’s in his hands and he’s on his lap and he’s not his .
But then Jisung grabs his face and kisses him, he kisses him and Minho’s fears dissolve.
He can taste Jisung even more now, his mouth tastes like oranges and the bergamot undertone of his scent is more vivid, he tastes like the countless sunsets they’ve experienced together with aimless chatter and like the warmness he feels being in his luminescent presence.
Jisung is the sun, and he’s kissing him and he’s panting and holding his cheek.
Jisung’s head touches his forehead and he smiles so brightly, “You’re all I ever wanted,” he says.
Hah.
Minho is so stupid, that his friends would have every right to laugh at him when they hear this because they were right. But that’s not the point right now.
Right now, fuck, Jisung wants him too!
“What about your plans?”
He doesn’t know why he’s asking this. No, honestly, Why’s he saying this stupid shit? He should say ‘ oh, Jisung I want you so bad I could cry.’
Jisung just scoffs, “Cancelled them right now.”
Minho smiles but his smile can’t match the sun, he’s an earthshine at best, reflecting Jisung’s glow.
“Good, Jisungie,” he mutters and he’s aware that he’s drawling.
Jisung just stares at him, anticipating his next words and the silence doesn’t have enough time to stretch in between them. He can’t allow doubt to seep into Jisung’s mind.
“I love you,” he says. This isn’t particularly the answer that Jisung expected, but it has to be more, right?
Minho doesn’t just want Jisung, which is why he was fine with being friends for so long, he loves him. He wants everything that comes with being his.
Jisung smiles, too knowing and victorious. He kisses him again, so sickeningly sweet and tangy and Minho lets himself be kissed, face in Jisung’s hold. Minho, willingly his to keep forevermore.
Oranges and Crème, their scents might just coalesce into an entirely new scent after this—a permanent creamsicle. Jisung and Minho, Omega and Alpha and so much more.