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It’s not easy for Jeongin, to control his impulses, to suppress the urge to sink his teeth into Hyunjin, every time Hyunjin asks to be scented. It’s kind of a pain, honestly- fighting off his instincts when everything within himself is screaming at him, as he noses at Hyunjin’s neck, desperately trying to resist the urge to kiss, lick, bite, take the pretty boy who's currently sitting on his lap, pliant and allowing himself to be thoroughly scented. Eyes closed with a satisfied smile on his face as he sighs into Jeongin’s neck.
Jeongin doesn’t understand why Hyunjin always insists on this kind of thing when there’s no one else around. Sometimes he wonders if Hyunjin isn’t getting enough from the rest of the pack and that’s why he comes to him as that last minute resort- a top up on his need for affection, but that couldn’t be it. Jeongin knows Hyunjin loves the affection that comes along with a good scenting session, and he knows quite well that Hyunjin is constantly being showered with adoration. Truthfully it’s a bit on the rarer side that Hyunjin ever asks Jeongin. Hyunjin likes to play it off like he doesn’t need it, but Jeongin knows he does, he can sense it, he can smell it. He can smell the others on him all the time, Felix’s dark chocolate and coconut scent- or Chan’s pleasantly smokey campfire that often drips from Hyunjin. The entire pack is noticeable from any of them, they’re close that's just how it is but the point is that theres always someone to give in to Hyunjin’s needs to be cuddled, scented and loved; who wouldn’t? Who could ever deny the beautiful, kind, loving, omega that currently resides on Jeongin’s lap?
Hyunjin is currently shoving his face into Jeongin’s neck, he’s rushing and Jeongin can sense it. He can feel Hyunjin’s desperation to get what he wants from him quickly, and he doesn’t understand why. Hyunjin is the type of person to enjoy taking his time with these things, he likes to slowly drag his nose up Jeongin's neck, he likes to take in every second, but right now- he’s being rough.
“Hyune- Slow down, slo-”
“N-no, time to-” Hyunjin whines, shoving his face full force into Jeongin. Breathing him in- in long deep breaths, sighing deeply with every exhale. Jeongin isn’t sure what he means by there not being any time, of course there’s time. There’s always time in Jeongin’s world, for Hyunjin. Why wouldn’t there be time? Sure Hyunjin doesn’t often ask Jeongin to scent him, and yeah maybe that hurts his pride a bit sometimes, but he’s always tried to show Hyunjin that whenever he does ask ; that there's no time limit. Hyunjin can have him for as long as he wants- that is unless he’s on a tight schedule, but honestly Jeongin would cancel any meeting, work or friends, if Hyunjin asked.
“There’s time Hyune, you don’t have to rush, you can take your-” Jeongin doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Hyunjin is jumping off of him and running straight to his room. Leaving Jeongin on the couch of their living room wondering if he’d done something wrong. Does he make Hyunjin uncomfortable? Is that why he only asks about once a month to scent him? Or is that normal? He knows some of the others typically ask around 3 or four times a week so why doesn’t Hyunjin? Jeongin doesn’t get the chance to over think it though as Chan, Changbin, and Minho walk through the front door- this week's groceries in hand.
“Am I missing something?” Jeongin asks as he stands up from the couch, heading to the door to help the three bring in what looks like a month's worth of shopping. “This is so much more than we need for the week.”
“Hyunjin’s heat is lining up with Lix's, it looks like” Minho sighs as the four of them make their way to the kitchen to put everything away. “Speaking of Lix, where is he I need to make sure I got everything he wanted because last time I forgot something was a disaster.”
“I was there,” Jeongin giggles, “He and Jisung went out for a walk about an hour ago, I thought they’d be back by now but I guess not, and Seungmin is at his vocal class so, yeah.”
“And Jinnie?”
“In his room,”
“Ah,” Minho hums as he puts a few juice boxes in the mini fridge reserved for ‘heats and ruts’,
“Can I ask you something?” Okay, maybe Jeongin lied when he said his pride hurts only sometimes when he thinks about Hyunjin not asking him to scent him, maybe it hurts a bit more than sometimes,
“Shoot,” Changbin carries the last of the bags in, and Minho shoos him from the kitchen to continue on with his tasks,
“Does Hyunjin dislike me?” Minho drops the juice box he was holding, quickly turning to stare at Jeongin, as though he’d just said something earth shattering. It’s strange to be looked at like you’ve just accused someone of a crime, but there it was- written all over Minho’s face.
“In what world would- Hwang Hyunjin ever dislike you? That boy holds zero ability to dislike anyone” Minho asks as he bends down to pick up the dropped box of mango juice, “Did he do something? Say something? Do I need to bite his head off my beloved baby brea-”
“No, no it’s just,” Is he over reacting? Is he thinking too deeply into this, and misreading the situation?
“Just what?”
“How often does Jisung ask you to scent him?” Minho stares at him, wide eyed, stares.
“Uh, I don’t know Innie, it’s a lot- but you know how Jisung, Lixie and Hyune can be, they constantly need to be scented and cuddled. I mean, so does Chan, and Binnie and Seungmin always get each other - at this point they should just admit that they’re dating but we all need it, it’s normal and-”
“I don’t know though.”
“What?”
“I know for Lixie, kind of for Jisung, I know Chan, and Changbin, and you, and even Seungmin but Hyunjin-” Jeongin sighs, “Everyone asks me all the time, we’re pack. It’s normal for all of us to- you know- Want to smell like each other I guess, but Hyunjin- he. He doesn’t ask often.”
“How often?”
“Once a month usually.”
“Oh.” Oh. Jeongin's heart hurts a bit. “He doesn’t dislike you Innie, he loves you a lot, I don’t know why he-”
“It hurts.” Jeongin sighs, “I feel like, I’m not good enough, or like I make him uncomfortable, is my scent bad? Am I not soothing enough with him- oh my god am I a bad alpha?”
“No, no Innie no, you’re not, and your scent isn’t bad you smell great, and you’re as soothing as you need to be with anyone who comes to you, don’t ever think that way about yourself.” Minho is quick to drag Jeongin into a hug, like a child needing comfort, maybe he is just a child needing comfort- despite being grown, twenty four years old, he still feels like a newly presented alpha with no experience in how to be and act like a proper alpha should. “Hyune is just a bit sensitive to some things, and- I really think you should talk to him about it.” and that's where the conversation ended. Jeongin nodding into Minho’s chest, the two of them finishing putting everything away, and Jeongin making his way into his room to spend some time to himself.
Jeongin spends his night curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone- attempting his best to keep his mind from wandering to every worst possible outcome of him trying to talk to Hyunjin about everything. Maybe he was looking into it too much, maybe that’s just the dynamic the two of them have. Sure he and Hyunjin are pretty close, they’re best friends, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder if that’s only because they're pack. Would Hyunjin still like him if he wasn’t pack? Scrolling clearly isn’t working. He locks his phone, and cuddles up into his pillow, it’s better to just sleep it off.
He’s exhausted, when his eyes open it’s still dark, the time on the clock on his nightstand reads three am, on the dot and there's a light knocking at his door. Jeongin stumbles out of bed, opening the door as he rubs the sleep from his eyes- only to be staring at Hyunjin who pushes past the door, closing it behind him and makes his way right into Jeongin’s room.
“Hyune?” Jeongin yawns, “What’s up?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Hyunjin’s fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers, “I was thinking about that conversation, all night, and it was keeping me up- and my heat- is coming on strong, but I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about that fucking conversation and I couldn’t let it go, I thought, I’d just get over it for now, and come back to it once my heat was done, but I couldn’t- I just kept tossing in my bed, and my nest doesn’t even feel comfortable to be in and something felt so wrong about being in it and I hate how I arranged it and-” Hyunjin’s rambling as his eyes begin to water, Jeongin’s not sure if he’s ever seen Hyunjin this panicked over his heat- his nest.
“Sh, shh, Hyune, it’s okay. We can go back to your room and fix your nest and see what it's missing, it’s okay” Jeongin whispers, making his way slowly to the crying omega in the middle of his room. Hyunjin buries his face in his hands, shaking his head no as he silently cries into his palms,
“No i don’t want it- I don’t want to be in there, I can’t sleep there, I can’t sleep there when you think I hate you-” Jeongin freezes, ah. So Hyunjin heard his conversation with Minho.
“Hyune-”
“No!” Hyunjin finally looks at Jeongin, even in the darkness of Jeongin’s room, even with his face puffed up and his eyes red from crying is he the most beautiful person Jeongin has ever seen, “No, don’t tell me it’s fine, don’t tell me it’s okay or whatever you’re gonna say ‘cause it’s not. I don’t dislike you! I don’t!”
“Shh it’s okay, come- If you don’t want to be in your room that's fine, but lets lay down okay?” Hyunjin shakily nods, and allows Jeongin to guide him to the bed, slipping under the covers beside Hyunjin- gently he lays staring at the ceiling, “I know you don’t hate me or anything, I was overthinking things.”
“No you weren’t. You’re right I don’t ask you to-”
“And you have no obligation to either-”
“But-”
“It’s okay if you prefer the others to do it, I was just worried that I’d done something wrong- you used to ask all the time and then you stopped asking as much and at some point-” Jeongin
“Because every time I let you scent me I get in my head and my omega screams at me that all it wants is you and I scare myself into thinking you’d never want me back because why would you and I’m scared of letting myself indulge in you because what if I start being dependant on you when you might not want it and- I’m so sorry for making you think I hate you, I don’t Innie- I don’t hate you I promise- I swear I could never-” Hyunjin’s crying again, and Jeongin can feel him curling into himself, “I shouldn’t have said that.” Jeongin turns in the bed and studies Hyunjin laying on his side squeezing his pillow to his chest.
“What do you mean Hyune? What do you mean by wanting you back, or letting yourself indulge in me?” Jeongin asks, he somewhat has an idea of what he meant but he wants to hear Hyunjin say it, he wants real confirmation.
“Innie…” Hyunjin whimpers, “don’t hate me, please don’t hate me for wanting you- please,” he softly cries. How could Jeongin hate him? How could he ever hate him for wanting him just as Jeongin had wanted him. How could Hyunjin ever think that Jeongin wouldn’t want him?
“Did you think I’d reject you?” Jeongin says softly, Hyunjin looks up at him and nods, “Why?”
“Because I’m not-” Joengin can’t hear Hyunjin talk badly about himself, his heart would break. Someone so gentle, so kind, so creative, selfless, and beautiful inside and out shouldn’t ever think badly of himself. So he kisses him.
Hyunjin’s lips are soft, warm, and inviting as Hyunjin gives in to the kiss. Their mouths slotting together perfectly. Jeongin goes to pull away, explain himself but the barely whispered “don’t stop-” from Hyunjin has him kissing the brown haired boy again. It’s gentle, it’s cautious. They’re both unsure of how to go about it, but both of them don’t want to stop. They experiment with each other, Jeongin softly gliding his tongue across Hyunjin’s bottom lip, Hyunjin inviting him in. Tongues dancing on each other as they explore one another. Which turns into hands roaming, Jeongin pulling Hyunjin in closer as their bodies heat up. Hyunjin wrapping his legs around Jeongin’s as he pulls on his shirt bringing him as close as possible, the two of them grasping for each other- as though each of them are trying to mold themself to the other.
Jeongin can’t tell when soft kisses turned into something desperate.
Hyunjin gently pushes him onto his back, climbing on top of him- straddling him as he dives back in for a heated kiss.
Every move Hyunjin makes is deliberate, he knows exactly what he wants. His hips sinking slowly in hopes of driving Jeongin even more insane. Jeongin’s hands find Hyunjin’s sides, holding him close as his own body reacts to Hyunjin’s movements. He’s hard, and Hyunjin is sitting directly on him. Is this okay? Is this right? Jeongin’s overthinking, as much as he wants the pretty omega on top of him; Hyunjin’s going into heat.
“Hyune..” Jeongin pants, he wants this, he wants this so bad; but he shouldn’t not when Hyunjin isn’t going to be able to think coherently. “Hyunjin we can’t do this- not now” Hyunjin stops. He looks hurt, like with one wrong move he might burst into another fit of tears,
“You don’t… want me?”
“No, no Hyune that’s not it-” Jeongin panics, he doesn’t want Hyunjin thinking he’s rejecting him, not after what they’d already spoken about.
“Then why?” Hyunjin whispers, he’s hurt and that’s the last thing Jeongin wanted.
“Hyunjin,” Jeongin says as he runs his hands softly up Hyunjin’s arms in an attempt to soothe him, “you’re going in to heat, you shouldn’t even be in here. If any of the others knew they’d have dragged you out by now we both know that right?” Hyunjin nods, still refusing to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” Jeongin says softly. Hyunjin listens so well, shyly looking to Jeongin who smiles lightly at him, “I want this, I need you to know that. I want this, and I want you; I’ve wanted you for a long time now.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you know that love, I know you do.” Jeongin smiles, “but your heat is gonna hit, and right now; right now I can’t consider this consent. I don’t know where you are in your cycle and- Hyune I have a sense of smell, I know that soon you’ll be fully in your head and your pretty omega will be taking over.”
“It’s only preheat- I can conse-”
“I want to know you want me without the heat hormones, I want to know this is real and not something you’ll regret later. I’d -”
“I’m consenting. And I’d never regret it, ask Minho. He knows, he knows this isn’t just the heat, he knows I’ve wanted you for the last three years, he knows I-“
“Three years?”
Hyunjin’s face flushes, he’s embarrassed; he’s admitted something Jeongin knows he didn’t mean to admit, but it works; it works so fucking well on him. Jeongin surges upwards attaching himself to Hyunjin once again, a searing kiss that makes his stomach swoop. His arms reaching around Hyunjin’s waist pulling him in as close as he possibly could bring him; but it’s not close enough. Hyunjin tastes so sweet, Jeongin could get addicted to his taste, to him. An addiction he wouldn’t care to ever break. Hyunjin’s hands are grabbing desperately at Jeongin’s shirt; closing at it-
“Off,” he says between kisses, and who is Jeongin to deny such a request from his omega. He likes that thought, his omega. He allows for Hyunjin to pull off his shirt, it’s quick, and Hyunjin is throwing it across the room immediately. It’s dark but Hyunjin scans over the expanse of Jeongin’s chest. He looks mesmerized. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers as he runs a gentle hand down Jeongin’s abs. The touch feather light, sending shivers down Jeongin’s spine.
Jeongin’s lap is wet, he can smell the sweet scent of lavender, with orange undertones; and honey. Hyunjin’s scent is so calming yet so intoxicating. It’s comforting, but acted like an aphrodisiac. Hyunjin is leaking onto Jeongin’s lap, and he’s more than okay with it. Hyunjin’s skin heats up under Jeongin’s touch, but Jeongin needs more, he needs to feel every inch of him. Taking Hyunjin’s tee shirt off makes the world feel like it’s slowed down, like time is freezing for him to be able to take in each second of it. Slowly exposing toned yet soft muscle, his skin is soft; and Jeongin can’t help but touch. He wonders what Hyunjin’s skin would taste like. He stares. He stares and Hyunjin shies away but Jeongin thinks there’s no one more beautiful than Hyunjin. He’s seen Hyunjin shirtless before, but seeing him like this; sitting shyly on top of him in nothing but boxers is a new feeling. Jeongin leans in capturing a Hyunjin’s lips in his own once more, slowly rolling Hyunjin on to his back.
Kisses that travel from Hyunjin’s soft lips, to the expanse of his neck. Hyunjin’s skin tastes sweet, and Jeongin can’t get enough. Especially with the scent of Hyunjin’s arousal pumping through the room. Roaming hands exploring Hyunjin’s body, down, down, down, until his hands could grab at Hyunjin’s thighs, hiking them up around his waist; he wants him, and Jeongin honestly thinks he could never want someone as badly as he wants Hyunjin ever again. The feeling of his lips, the breathy sounds he tries to subdue, the way he can feel Hyunjin’s pulse picking up the scent that leaves him drunk a taste so sweet on his tongue- tonight will ruin Jeongin, yet he’d happily go down in flames if it meant Hyunjin was the one to light him ablaze. Jeongin needs more.
Jeongin drags his lips lightly down Hyunjin’s chest, down his stomach, and when he finally gets to Hyunjin’s waist he looks up at Hyunjin who stares down at him, eyes watering, mouth open in a light pant. Long fingers hooking under the waist band of Hyunjin’s boxers, giving a testing pull; Hyunjin lifts his hips to allow Jeongin to remove them, and once again Jeongin is left in absolute awe. He knew Hyunjin was wet, he could smell it but seeing it drives Jeongin insane. It takes everything in Jeongin not to dive nose first into Hyunjin. He wants to take his time, he wants to savor him, he wants to pleasure, he wants Hyunjin to feel so undeniably good and he’d be perfectly content with only that if it meant it’s him who did it for Hyunjin.
Light nips at Hyunjin’s thighs leaves Hyunjin taking in a breath, his hand sliding from Hyunjin’s ankle to his thigh as he dips down. It doesn’t take much; A testing lick at Hyunjin’s hole, a sharp intake of breath and Jeongin is gone. Diving in to devour him, licking and prodding at Hyunjin’s hole with his tongue. If Jeongin thought Hyunjin’s skin was sweet, then Jeongin couldn’t explain in enough words to describe the saccharine taste of his slick. Hyunjin’s hands find a place in Jeongin’s hair, lightly tugging with each honey dripped moan Jeongin pulls from him. Each moan spurring Jeongin on even more, his cock painfully hard and neglected but it doesn’t matter, not in this moment.
“M-more, Innie please, more-” Hyunjin’s voice shakes, more, he wants more. And more is exactly what Jeongin would give him. Hyunjin is tight, sliding in his first finger Jeongin can only imagine how he’d feel around him. Hyunjin is sensitive, squirming under Jeongin as he pumps his finger painfully slowly in, and out. In, and out. Slick dripping from Hyunjin, Jeongin can’t help himself as he dips down and licks the slick clean. Hyunjin moans loudly as Jeongin licks at him, sliding a second finger in. Jeongin feels how Hyunjin tightens around them, how Hyunjin holds his hair just a bit tighter; he’s still holding back and Jeongin wants nothing more but to watch him unravel, see him let go. Jeongin carefully scissors him open, inserting a third finger when he thinks Hyunjin’s ready, the moan pulled out of him is sinful and Jeongin’s heart beats faster at the unspoken praise of hands gripping his hair pulling him up. Chin shiny from Hyunjin’s slick, as his omega forces him to look up at him. “I’m not waiting any more-” Hyunjin’s voice is eerily calm and the once shy person Jeongin started with is gone; what’s left in its wake is a confident omega who knows exactly what he wants. Jeongin almost feels like prey to Hyunjin, who stares down at him eyes narrowed and glossy, pupils blown out in need.
Hyunjin’s scent is overpowering, the room is covered from floor to ceiling in Hyunjin, it’s all Jeongin’s senses can take in, Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. His scent, his taste, his warmth, his praise, it’s all him it’s only him, it’s always been only him. Jeongin knows what Hyunjin is doing, pumping out his scent, but Hyunjin doesn’t need to do all of this to get Jeongin where he wants him, Jeongin would give Hyunjin the world if he’d just ask. Still he lets go, inhaling deeply, allowing Hyunjin’s scent to overpower him. Jeongin slides his fingers out of Hyunjin who whimpers at the loss, standing from the bed looking down at the gorgeous man sprawled out on it.
“Holy shit…” Hyunjin whispers, Jeongin follows his gaze, “you’re big,”
“You can take it.” Jeongin smirks, Hyunjin nods; rising from his spot, hands reaching out to tug at Jeongin’s shorts. As they fall to the ground, Hyunjin takes another breath in,
“Really big-” Jeongin lets out a light laugh, “I want it in me,” nothing would stop Jeongin from giving Hyunjin what he wants, nothing. Jeongin turns, he needs a condom he knows he does, but Hyunjin’s faster, grabbing onto his arm staring up at him with expectant eyes. “Where are you going?”
“We need a con-”
“I don’t want it, I want to feel you, only you.” He shouldn’t. Jeongin knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help himself, his instincts all scream at him; give Hyunjin what he wants, take care of him, please him, do whatever it takes to make him happy. Crawling back on the bed, he hovers Hyunjin- leaning down to kiss him gently as he positions himself at Hyunjin’s entrance. Slowly he pushes in and the world around him falls away, it’s only them. Its only their scents, Hyunjin’s lavender honey, Jeongin’s freshly ground coffee, it’s only Hyunjin’s lips nipping at his, only his hands reaching around his neck pulling him in for more, only his warmth enveloping him in such an inviting manner. The world is silent, only Hyunjin’s breath in Jeongin’s ear as Jeongin finally pushes himself to the hilt. A small gasp escapes him, Hyunjin is warm, he’s tight, and he’s everything Jeongin had imagined late at night while he held himself in hand, tightening his hold with his other hand holding his mouth shut to keep from saying Hyunjin’s name. Every fantasy come true; but better.
“Move,” if it’s what his omega wants, it’s what he’ll get. The pace is slow, as he drags out, he moans into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin’s warm, wet hole sucking him in as he pushes back inside, it takes a moment but once he knows Hyunjin is used to him, his pace quickens. Hyunjin’s moans fill the room, skin slapping as Jeongin fucks into him.
“You feel,” Jeongin pants, “so fucking good.”
“Better than your last?” Hyunjin asks. Jeongin isn’t a virgin, he hadn’t been for a while, he’d helped another omega during his heat a few times, Hyunjin knows this; Jeongin knows exactly why Hyunjin wants to know. The answer is simple, it will always be simple,
“No one compares to you,” Jeongin kisses him again, tongues fighting for dominance as Jeongin continues, Hyunjin’s nails scratching harshly at his back as Jeongin sets a brutal pace; the pain barely registering. Hyunjin could tear his skin, bite him, rip him apart and Jeongin would enjoy every moment. Hyunjin’s cries are gorgeous, his eyes water; his demeanor changes yet again,
“Knot me,” Hyunjin begs, “please- Innie- knot me-” his voice breaks, Jeongin’s knot forming, catching on Hyunjin’s rim with every thrust, “Cum in me, fill me- make me yours, give me pups- Alpha…” Jeongin’s sanity breaks in that moment,
“Pups,” he repeats, “does my pretty omega want to be filled?” Hyunjin nods rapidly, Jeongin can’t hold back his grin “I’ll fill you up, you’ll have them, baby.” He groans,
“P-promise?” Hyunjin sobs,
“I’ll make sure of it, keep you filled until it takes,” he won’t last, not like this, “make you all round with our pups, you’ll never be empty always full with me, always-” he’s rambling he knows it “you’re mine,”
“Yours,” Hyunjin tilts his head, exposing his beautiful neck, “I’m yours,” it’s an invitation, a plea, a commitment, a promise. Jeongin’s teeth ache, his instincts all screaming, loudly at him; this is a commitment he’d been willing to make, for years.
“You’re mine.” Jeongin’s knot catches, as he sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s neck, Hyunjin loses all control; the moan he lets out as the endorphins rush through their heads. It’s a level of pleasure neither of them have felt before; it sends Jeongin over the edge as he releases, thick and hot into Hyunjin, Hyunjin reaches his edge, cumming on to his stomach. His mate happily sighing as they ride out their highs. The door swings open. A campfire rages through the room as Chan stands at the door,
“What, did you two do.” He sighs, hand on his head. Minho poking his head from behind him, the others all silently standing at their side; worried looks across each face.
“I said talk it out, not fuck it out.” Minho laughs, “fuck it stinks like heat.”
“Get the fuck out.” Jeongin growls at the six men all standing at their door,
“Alpha,” Hyunjin whines, his neck bruised and bleeding from Jeongin’s bite. He’s trying to hide away from the curious eyes all staring in at them,
“Stop fucking looking at him and get the fuck out,”
“Innie..?” Seungmin whispers, none of them having seen Jeongin this protective in their life. “You okay?”
“That, seungmin. Is an alpha protecting their mate.” Minho says back, Jeongin’s temper still rising at none of them leaving, “I fear we’ve just interrupted their honeymoon.”
“You fucking mated him?” Chan bursts, Minho holding his arm to stop him from barging into the room,
“Hannie. Go get the bandages.” Minho sighs, “Channie we knew it was gonna happen-”
“We’re supposed to talk before it happens though! It’s a commitment they can’t just make on a whim, they could have-”
“Christopher! Enough. Everyone KNEW it was coming, go curl up with Lixie and calm down.” Reluctantly Chan nods, Felix dragging him away to his room. “And you two.” Minho pointedly stares, “we’ll talk about it after Hyunjin’s heat ends, next time- try not to wake the whole house up.” Minho winks, and With that, Minho ushers the others from the door, closing it leaving the newly mated pair alone. Finally.
“Are they mad at us for mating?” Hyunjin asks,
“No baby, they’re not mad at us for this,” Jeongin sighs, laying down and helping Hyunjin get comfortable. They’d be connected for a while. “They’re mad we woke them up.”
“Do you regret it?” He asks shyly,
“I could never regret it.”
“Do you love me?”
“More than I’ll ever know how to tell you,”
“I love you Innie,”
“I love you, my Hyunjinnie,”