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Seungmin hates clubs. They’re loud, you can’t talk without shouting, and there’s dancing. He doesn’t hate dancing entirely, but it's mortifying to think that strangers are witnessing him awkwardly two-stepping. He only does it to appease his best friends and he knows he shouldn't care, but he does.
But here he is, uncomfortable and awkward, stalling to go back to the dance floor by choosing the longest line to get a drink from. He doesn’t drink too often, but when he does, he tends to savour his drinks so he doesn't have too many. It's expensive and he doesn't like the idea of paying top dollar for a hangover.
Not tonight, though. He needs to be buzzed so he doesn’t feel humiliated when Hyunjin and Minho dance circles around him. At least Hyunjin is nice about his lack of skill, although he isn’t too practiced in holding in his laughter. Still, a couple more drinks and this might be fun.
The heat is almost unbearable, there’s sweat dripping down his body. He can feel a drop slide irritatingly down his spine. He knows he’s probably wafting out omega pheromones that he can’t cover up, even with the ungodly amount of cologne Hyunjin sprayed him with or how Minho and Hyunjin’s alpha scents have rubbed off on Seungmin throughout their dancing.
A new bartender arrives to take over when Seungmin steps up to order. Seungmin is struck speechless at the soft blonde hair with a tinge of pastel pink pulled back in a bun with some pieces framing his face that make him look both adorable and ridiculously hot, paired with a grin that is way too inviting and seductive eyes that have a glimmer of mischief in them.
“So, what can I get for you tonight, pretty boy?” The bartender asks as he leans across the bar top. Seungmin’s cheeks flush scarlet, even though he knows it’s a fucking line to get tips. What can he say? He’s easy for praise.
“Uh, a whiskey sour?” Seungmin asks. He does not sound confident about his choice. The man eyes him, fully checks him out, or as fully as he can with the angle he’s on, the bar elevated so he has to look down on his patrons and with the counter in the way. But his eyes still run up and down Seungmin intently. It’s not that Seungmin regrets allowing Hyunjin and Minho to dress him. However, maybe the white crop top with “feral” written across in aggressive lettering and shaded bright neon green that glows in the dark paired with the tightest and lowest waisted acid wash black jeans were too bold and maybe too brave of a choice for him.
Seungmin thought he looked good when Hyunjin hyped him up and Minho rolled his eyes and told him to hurry up and stop fishing for compliments. But now, he’s wondering if he should have gone with something else.
But this alpha, and he is an alpha, Seungmin got a whiff of him when he stepped up—all virile, strong, and that ozone musk all alphas exude—is staring a little too hard for Seungmin’s comfort. This alpha is checking all the boxes unmated omegas have, that Seungmin has. And knowing that makes Seungmin feel even more awkward and he controls the urge to pull down his shirt, especially since it won’t do anything but show his nerves and collarbones.
The alpha is on the shorter and leaner side, but every inch of him is firm, compact and muscular, which has Seungmin’s omega hind brain screaming at him to mate. He pushes it down; he’s not an animal.
But when the man’s gaze finds Seungmin’s after their perusal, it’s all heat and desire, but there is some hesitance. Well, at least Seungmin knows he looks hot.
“Can I see some ID?” Seungmin frowns.
“Really?” Seungmin has already had two drinks. The bartender should be able to tell by his flushed skin and alcohol scented sweat. But it is pretty crowded, so instead of waiting for the reply, he’s fishing out his wallet and grabbing his ID. He holds it out and the bartender takes it carefully.
He inspects it. Looking at Seungmin’s horrible ID from three years ago, when he legitimately looked like a child, bright eyes behind large framed glasses, hair messy as he tried not to grin and ended up doing some weird grimace with an odd curl to his lips instead.
“Kim Seungmin,” The bartender says in a low tone, ending with a toothy smile. Of course, his teeth are fucking perfect, too. Seungmin bets he didn’t even need braces. “I’m Felix, I’ll be your server tonight,” he says, extending a hand. Seungmin, caught off guard and on autopilot, shakes the proffered hand.
Felix’s hand is smaller than his, but the grip is strong. When their skin touches Seungmin’s body practically sings. Felix’s hand is burning hot, the touch sears up Seungmin’s arm as his gut clenches and he breathes deep. One, to get him under control and two, to make sure he isn’t letting any arousal escape, because this is fucking weird and hot. Seungmin only wanted a drink.
“So, a whiskey sour?” Seungmin asks again when the silence has stretched too long. A line has formed behind him, making him anxious to get out of the way.
“Coming right up,” Felix says, cheerfully. He lets go of Seungmin’s hand, gives him back his ID and sets out to make the drink. “You here alone?” Felix asks, eyes flicking up from his task to spear into Seungmin.
“Uh, with my friends,” he says as he thumbs over his shoulder, where he’s sure Minho and Hyunjin are glaring at him for taking too long. Felix looks to where Seungmin gestured. The smile he’s had on his face for their entire interaction stills and his stare turns almost challenging. Almost, because that would be fucking crazy, wouldn’t it? For Felix, the bartender, who clearly wants tips badly to challenge prospective customers? Insane.
“Friends, huh?” Felix smiles sardonically and hands over the drink.
Seungmin doesn't know how to reply, so he grabs money from his wallet instead. Felix lightly brushes his hand away and a jolt of electricity sparks.
“On the house.”
Seungmin is confused, but thanks Felix and remembering the line behind him, scurries out of the way.
“So, do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?” Hyunjin whisper yells into his ear when he finally fights his way through the crowd.
“What?” Seungmin asks, frowning in confusion and taking another gulp of his drink. It’s fucking delicious. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard to get a good whiskey sour but it is. The first two Seungmin had to choke back because he paid for them and because he had to awkwardly sway to the music. He couldn’t do so without some liquid courage.
“That alpha just eye fucked and knotted you so hard that I’m wondering if you know what your baby is going to be,” Hyunjin explains and Seungmin swallows the wrong way.
“That’s not even a thing,” Seungmin says blurts, after coughing and clearing his throat. His face is bright red because he almost choked and died, not from Hyunjin’s crass words.
“Well, it wasn’t, but then we watched it happen,” Minho says, looking at Seungmin like he’s an idiot. Which is offensive since Seungmin is very smart. The evidence is his full ride scholarship, thank you very much.
“Come on, you guys,” Seungmin says, rolling his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.” Seungmin can admit he was checked out, can also admit he checked out Felix right back, but Hyunjin and Minho are overexaggerating.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Minho says agreeably, much too agreeably. Seungmin waits. “How much did that cost?”
Seungmin scoffs, but doesn’t respond, other than chugging the rest of his delicious drink and then pulling Hyunjin back onto the dance floor. He thinks that might have given him away, but the alcohol quickly goes to his head and he no longer cares that he looks like an idiot dancing with Hyunjin and Minho follows.
Dancing was fun for about twenty minutes, but then the drink wore off and he’s way too fucking hot now. All the bodies that rub up against him have him flinching away, feeling oversensitive and overwhelmed. He knows he gets like this sometimes and has to keep on trucking. It’s not bad enough to leave. Plus, he’s been so busy with school that he’s turned the guys down the last three times they wanted to go out, and he feels like he owes it to them.
Still, if he wants to be able to stay, he definitely needs another drink. He’s not at his limit, and while the alcohol hasn't actually worn off, he’s not as tipsy as he needs to be to have fun. He estimates he can have two more and then he has to call it a night or he’ll be throwing up all day tomorrow. This way, he’ll only throw up once in the morning and sleep the rest of his Saturday away.
He plans to go back to Felix’s side of the bar. Not only because Felix is unfairly attractive, but the drink was the best he’s ever had. Although, he’s pretty sure even if it was shit he’d want to go up to him again. The problem is, Felix’s line is really fucking long. It’s all omegas and a few betas that are pushing out enticing pheromones to get his attention. Seungmin watches as one omega fixes her top so her breasts are almost entirely out. Seungmin can’t even be mad at her, if you got it, flaunt it. He’s not even interested in boobs, but he can admire a fine pair. Although, in his defence, he doesn’t think anyone can do anything but look at them.
There's two more bartenders, another alpha and an omega and their lines aren’t too shabby either, but nowhere close to Felix’s. And even if Seungmin believes what Hyunjin said about how Felix was looking at him there are tons of attractive omegas in line that he can flirt with and probably doesn’t even remember serving Seungmin half an hour ago. Seungmin doesn’t want to seem desperate, either.
Seungmin decides to go to the omega bartender since he’s closer. As they’re about to greet one another, Seungmin’s mouth opened to speak, Felix steps in.
“Changbin, switch with me,” Felix puts a touch of alpha command into his request and that has Seungmin, and apparently Changbin’s eyes, bugging out. “Please,” he adds sheepishly without the commanding tone.
Changbin looks at Seungmin, rolls his eyes, possibly in solidarity at dumb alphas, and moves to Felix’s line. Seungmin does not know how to navigate this. This being clear interest from a very attractive alpha.
“Seungmin, I thought I said I’d be serving you tonight?” Felix says indulgently as he starts making Seungmin’s drink. He doesn’t know if it’s flattering that Felix remembers when the place is packed tonight or presumptuous. What if Seungmin wanted something different? He doesn’t, but what if he did?
“Well, your line is the longest,” Seungmin says and glances over to it. He’s shocked to see that the girl with the nice cleavage is glaring at him as Changbin smirks and serves her. Seungmin looks at the rest of the line and sees that most of the patrons are sending him nasty looks. He didn’t even do anything!
“Uh, yes,” Felix says, blushing a little. It looks so good on him that Seungmin is momentarily distracted. “But you’re vip, you get to come to the front of the line.”
Seungmin’s pretty sure that’s not a thing and Felix just made it up on the spot. Now Seungmin is the one blushing and can’t help smiling at Felix. Felix stops and stares, for long enough that Seungmin starts to get embarrassed, he knows other customers are waiting behind him and that Felix’s previous line is looking over as well. Felix shakes himself out of it and hands his drink over.
Seungmin is trying to pull out some money, but again, Felix stops him.
“Your money’s no good here.” Felix pushes a glass of water to Seungmin as well, which is good because he meant to ask for one, but the staring flustered him.
“This isn’t really a good business practice giving out free drinks all the time,” Seungmin says instead of thank you because he doesn’t know how to human sometimes. Felix smirks and leans in.
“Two drinks won’t break the bank.”
“But what if I decide to get really hammered and have five more?” Seungmin asks and feels a bit brazen.
“Seven wouldn’t either,” Felix assures looking amused. “But it’s cute how you think I’d let you get hammered tonight, though.”
Odd thing for a bartender to say when it’s their job to get people drunk and the stress on tonight is also a little strange, but Seungmin is tipsy and that adds to his inability to understand people on a regular day, so he doesn’t bother trying.
“Uh, thank you?” Seungmin stutters out unsure if he’s thanking Felix for the drink, which he is, or not letting him get drunk. “You make the best drinks!” Seungmin offers, taking a sip and enjoying the tart lemon flavour.
“I do many things the best,” Felix says with a smug grin. “You should really experience all of them.”
Is Felix hitting on him? Seungmin isn’t the best at noticing but he’s fairly certain, like eighty percent sure, that Felix is not talking about his bartending skills, but his sexual prowess. Which is bold and a little confusing since Felix is fucking gorgeous and smells so wonderful. Seungmin knows because he’s certain— one hundred percent—that Felix is sending out enticing pheromones just for Seungmin. So, maybe he’s closer to eighty-two percent sure he’s getting hit on.
Seungmin doesn’t know what to do with that so he blushes and stammers out another thank you and runs back to Minho and Hyunjin who are both smirking at him.
“Wow, a big night for you, about to be knotted for the third time after never having experienced it before. How do you feel?” Minho says.
Seungmin shoves Minho, spilling his water in the process, thankfully not the delicious whiskey sour.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says and he’s only lying a little. He just doesn’t get what Minho meant about a third time since he probably shouldn’t have a fourth drink. He’s already too hot and horny and would maybe definitely throw himself at Felix. Even though he’s only eighty-two percent sure that he won’t be rejected. Seungmin only attempts anything when he knows without a doubt he will do it perfectly, so he must already be a little drunk to even think of trying something with Felix.
The fourth drink hits way harder than Seungmin thought it would. But that’s usually the case, being tipsy and fine and then all of a sudden he forgets himself and his anxieties and that he can’t dance and is probably making a fool of himself as some strange alpha dances on him from behind.
Seungmin isn’t worried about doing anything stupid. Hyunjin and Minho are keeping an eye on him and he’s having fun. He doesn’t really need the alpha behind him. Actually, if he's honest, he doesn’t like it at all, but he doesn’t know how to get out of the situation without making a scene. And he really doesn’t want that.
Seungmin’s skin is too hot and he’s sweating like he’s Hyunjin. He feels overly sensitive where the strange alpha brushes up against him, feeling wrong and a little panicky. He doesn’t mind when it’s Minho or Hyunjin, they’ve become family now, family he could technically fuck although it would be super weird, but this he does mind. He tries to look to Hyunjin or Minho to have them come save him from the consequences of his actions, but can’t see them through the crowd.
Before he can really start to panic, there’s a scuffle behind him and he raises his arms to continue dancing as he starts to shuffle away from whatever is happening with the strange alpha behind him. But then there’s a hand on his waist that doesn’t feel wrong. It feels good and right and Seungmin feels his hole start to leak and his dick chub up and he's still much too hot. If his heat wasn’t for another month, he’d be worried, but his heat cycle has never deviated in the six years he’s had them. So he’s not, he's just unbelievably horny, and presses his ass back.
“Seungminnie, you know you shouldn’t let strange alpha’s touch you like that. They might think they have a chance.” It’s Felix behind him which is confusing. Isn’t he supposed to be working? Is he allowed to be here right now? But his voice is deep and rumbles across the skin on the back of Seungmin’s neck. He can’t suppress the shiver that runs through his body or the urge to squeeze his thighs together. He does hold back a whimper, but only just.
“I didn’t like it,” he stutters out and doesn’t know why he feels the need to explain.
“Oh?” Felix says and steps in closer, pressing himself flush against Seungmin. Felix slides his hand from Seungmin’s waist to low on his stomach pulling him closer. “Do you like this?” Seungmin nods and lets out an embarrassing whimper, desperately wanting Felix's hand to move lower. “You should let me take you home tonight. I guarantee you’ll really like what I can do to you.”
Seungmin’s mind is running wild. He’s so hot and hard and out of control. Seungmin’s sure Felix could bend him over right here and easily slide into him with how wet he is. Seungmin feels Felix’s fat cock pressed up against him, a long thick line of heat that has Seungmin nodding his head and feeling needier than he’s ever felt in his life.
“Fuck,” Felix grits out and it scratches down Seungmin’s body like the striking of a match. He burns bright. “But you gotta drink some more water and no more alcohol.” There's an alpha command in there, but it’s not too strict, it feels more like Felix is begging. Seungmin has never had an alpha beg him before and he likes it. “Okay?” Felix confirms and he’s no longer begging. It’s a demand, but nothing like the asshole alphas Seungmin has encountered before. Seungmin doesn't get annoyed or irritated like he normally does. He only leaks slick, hole spasming around nothing and feeling empty like he never has before. He’s not even embarrassed that the wetness will show through his jeans or that he smells so turned on similar to an omega in heat for the other patrons to see and scent.
“Okay,” Seungmin agrees mindlessly. He'd do just about anything for Felix right now which should worry him, but it's hard to be worried when there's an insanely hot alpha pressed up against him telling him to do what he already wants to.
And then Felix is gone and Seungmin feels off kilter and unsure. He moves off of the dancefloor, looking for Hyunjin and Minho, but he still can't see them through the crush of bodies. Before Seungmin can be too concerned about it, Felix is back with a large bottle of water.
“Drink this and please don't dance with any strange alphas. I get off in an hour.” There’s the begging again and fuck Felix smells so strongly of desire that Seungmin’s head spins. Felix puts his hand up and Seungmin tilts his head in confusion before his eyes widen in surprise. He knows what Felix wants him to do and his dick jerks and his hole pulses slick and he closes his eyes as he leans towards Felix’s hand. Felix closes the short distance and firmly runs his hand, so hot and strong and possessive, down Seungmin’s throat, scenting him, claiming him boldly in the club.
Felix’s hand feels like fire and Seungmin groans at the touch, pushing himself more fully into Felix hold. Felix eyes darken, face serious and severe and so fucking attractive Seungmin can barely breathe.
“I'll see you soon.” It sounds like a threat, and one Seingmin should take to heart.
He drinks the water, over in a corner where Hyunjin and Minho eventually find him. Minho’s glaring.
“You can't just disappear like that!” Minho takes a step forward, probably to slap him upside the head but stops. “Who did that to you? Are you okay? Do I need to kill anyone?” The questions are said in rapid fire and Seungmin looks to Hyunjin who is assessing the situation.
“I didn't disappear. I was dancing and then I looked for you and couldn't find you so I plopped myself here. And I'm drinking water!” Seungmin announces.
“Listen, I don't know why you don't realize you're an omega and that there's dangerous predatory shit alphas around that can take advantage of you, but you are and there is, and that's why we make sure you're with us so no one can mess with you,” Minho explains as if he’s talking to a child.
Seungmin scoffs.
“I’m fine. An alpha did get a little gropey but—”
“A little? You smell like you’re in preheat and that someone has put a claim on you! And you shouldn't allow some asshole alpha to touch you if you don't want them too. Scream and yell next time.”
“Well…” Seungmin starts and knows his face is on fire. Both Hyunjin and Minho look at him with interest.
“Well, what?” Hyunjin asks, finally speaking.
“Well, the first alpha I didn't like touching me but then Felix came around and took care of that. I guess he put a claim on me.” Seungmin isn't drunk enough to add that Felix wants to take him home, he'll see how this pans out first.
“Who the fuck is Felix?!” Minho shouts, but Hyunjin is smirking.
“Uh, the bartender?” Seungmin says, but it sounds like a question.
“Oh my God,” Hyunjin laughs. “He stopped working when he saw another alpha on you? That is bold.”
“Especially with the claim,” Minho chimes in seemingly no longer upset. “He gave you the water?”
“Yes, and said he wants to take me home and to drink more water.”
Minho and Hyunjin share a look. Minho raises his eyebrows to which Hyunjin shrugs. Minho stares hard and Hyunjin clearly understands his silent comment as Seungmin looks on in confusion.
“And you're cool with that?” Hyunjin says after rolling his eyes at Minho. It's his overly cautious voice that he only uses when he thinks Seungmin is acting off and doesn't want him to have a breakdown.
Seungmin knows it’s odd that he's down for a hookup with a stranger, but he really has no objections. Felix is and will be—hands down—the hottest person and alpha Seungmin will ever have sex with. He also smells perfect, no cloying or irritating scent which is good since Seungmin is bigger on scent than looks. Felix is nice and gave him free drinks which isn't why Seungmin wants him, but it doesn’t hurt. Seungmin knows he doesn't owe Felix anything for them, but Seungmin is flattered by the treatment. The biggest factor is that Seungmin is ridiculously horny and Felix made him that way, so it's only fair that he deals with it.
“Very much so,” Seungmin replies and hates that his skin flushes to show how he can't be nonchalant about it.
“Well, if you're sure,” Hyunjin says and shrugs at Minho who doesn't look happy, but also not pissed. Seungmin will take it as a win.
“Call us if you no longer want to and we’ll come get you. And use protection!” Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“I’m not an idiot hyung,” Seungmin scoffs. “And my heat is a month off. So, don't worry there won't be any pitter-pattering of little feet any time soon.”
Minho and Hyunjin go back to dancing while still keeping an eye on Seungmin. He knew they thought once he sobered up a little that he'd no longer want to leave with Felix.
As he sips his water and the alcohol begins to wear off bit by bit his nerves do make an appearance. He’s debating whether he should go through with this. Seungmin really isn't the hookup type. He goes through his heats alone because no one has ever smelled right or acted how Seungmin wanted and it’s always felt degrading to pick a random alpha to share it with, so he’s never done it. He’s never been with an alpha full stop. No one can change their scent, colognes and perfumes can’t do much, but maybe if he knew how to communicate better he could get what he wants, but Seungmin doesn’t know how to verbalize his desires.
He's not very good at telling people what he likes in general and never in sexual situations. Not that he has much experience, which may be the problem, because he doesn't know what he wants and only knows what he doesn't when it occurs. There's a heavy feeling in his gut that has his dick throbbing because he thinks that won't be a problem for Felix. For some reason, Seungmin thinks Felix will know just what to do. It’s way too hot in the club, he thinks he might burst into flames. He doesn't know why there isn't steam rising up from the dancers.
He needs to get out into the evening air. He can't breathe and it has nothing to do with his nervousness about going home with a stranger and all about the sweat dripping down his back, sides and thighs. His tight jeans are stuck to his legs and the arousal helps with nothing. He gets up, still a little tipsy but nowhere near drunk. He stumbles, pushing his way through the crowd feeling claustrophobic, the bodies press into him making his overly sensitive skin sting. He's never drinking and coming to a club again. This feels like absolute torture.
Seungmin makes his way outside and he's lucky it isn't full summer yet and there's a soft breeze in the air. It doesn't do much, but with only a small group of smokers standing a few feet away, the suffocating feeling recedes and he can breathe.
He knows he shouldn't be out here alone, but it was that or dying. He leans against the building, eyes closed and calms down. So, it may have been a panic attack, although Seungmin hasn't ever had one before. He's nervous and excited and he wants to spend the night with Seungmin, but he thinks his mind hasn't caught up with his body.
“Hey, are you okay?” Yikes, he didn't even notice Felix come up to him.
“Yeah, it was too hot in there,” Seungmin says, opening his eyes and seeing Felix frowning at him. Felix rests a hand on Seungmin’s forehead before leaning in to scent him. Seungmin feels his blood boil at having such a strong alpha so close.
“You’re burning up, are you sure you're not close to your heat?” Seungmin shakes his head and gets a little dizzy.
“Or maybe you have a fever?”
“My heat is a month away,” Seungmin explains. “I think it's the drinking, all the people and—” Seungmin cuts himself off, and knows he’s blushing an ugly bright red.
“And?” Felix asks, moving in closer and now Seungmin feels suffocated in a whole different way.
“You know,” Seungmin stammers. Felix’s lips curl and his teeth shine white and perfect in the lamplight. Seungmin feels liquid heat running through his veins when he imagines Felix biting him—hard, through flesh and muscle until his mark is deep enough to scar and claim.
Well, that's a little too intense for a first meeting.
“I don't know if I do, maybe you should explain it,” Felix says cheekily and knowingly.
“Confidence is only hot until it turns to arrogance," Seungmin sniffs, turning away. Only because it feels like Felix is devouring him with his eyes despite Seungmin probably looking a mess.
“It’s really difficult not to be when the sweetest omega is coming home with me.”
Seungmin snorts. He's definitely not that, but it is nice to hear.
“Oh,” Felix says in surprise. “You don't know.” Seungmin turns back, confusion on his face. “How lovely you are? How your friends have to keep the other alphas and betas and omegas away from you.”
“They don't do that,” Seungmin laughs. Wasn’t he just getting glared at a little over an hour ago when Felix focused on him? Minho and Hyunjin may have had to step in when some drunk testosterone filled alphas saw Seungmin as an easy target. Shy in groups, a little awkward and delicate despite his wide shoulders. They only like him for his body, not his face or scent or personality. He's just someone to fuck and that's why he doesn't go home with people like that. They wouldn't flatter and praise or sober Seungmin up, they wouldn't look at Seungmin like he's special and beautiful or like anything other than a wet hole to fuck.
“Okay,” Felix says with an exaggerated shrug and Seungmin can tell he doesn't believe him. “Do you still want to come with me?”
Boy, does he ever!
He's feeling better now, a little less hot and way more aware. Felix is still nice, smelling better than anyone ever has and he's fucking hot. That's all Seungmin needs. This is only a hookup, he doesn't need to be in love.
Although, he thinks it would be easy to fall for Felix. But Seungmin isn't stupid enough to think it would be easy for Felix. They’ll have a fun one off and be cool about it. Seungmin has never been cool a day in his life, but this could be the first. He's hoping anyway.
“Yeah,” Seungmin says sheepishly, unknowing of how his smile curves sweetly or that his eyes glitter. Felix grabs his hand and starts walking to the parking lot around the back of the club. “You should text your friends so they aren't worried. I won't be offended if you take a picture of my licence plate and tell them my address.”
Now, Seungmin has only hooked up with someone from a night out twice before and neither one gave a fuck about whether his friends were worried and they probably should have been. Since it was sketchy as fuck with selfish entitled betas that wished they were alphas that cared nothing for Seungmin, let alone his pleasure.
Seungmin doesn’t know cars, but he’s fairly certain the one Felix is driving—a big, black suv—is more expensive than Seungmin assumed a bartender would be able to afford. But what does he know? Felix must be making bank on tips. Seungmin takes a picture of the license plate while Felix stands by the passenger door waiting patiently and sends it to Minho. He also sends the address when Felix gives it. Not that Minho and Hyunjin wouldn’t be together if they had to come get him, but Hyunjin is more a lover than a fighter where Minho is much more confrontational and intimidating. So on the off chance this somehow goes south Seungmin wants Minho informed first.
“Did you finish the water?” Felix asks and Seungmin shakes the almost empty bottle to show that he’s had enough. “And you’re still good? I know I’ve been aggressive and I swear I’m not normally like this and I don’t normally do this.” Seungmin smirks and Felix shakes his head. “I know that’s probably what someone who does this all the time would say, but I really don’t. And with how flustered you are I’m assuming you don’t either,” Felix says, panics and tries to backtrack adorably. “Not that it would be a bad thing if you did. You can do what you want and it’s none of my business.”
Seungmin takes pity on Felix.
“I don’t really do this either,” Seungmin confirms. He has those two times of course, and he assumes Felix has some experience with this but similarly it’s very rare. “But I do want to and uh,” Seungmin stutters and blushes and Felix leans in, focused and intent, listening eagerly. “You can be more aggressive if you want.”
Felix uncertain demeanour changes in a blink of an eye, eyes heating and he stands taller—more confident, more in charge, more like the alpha Seungmin assumed he was.
“Then let's not waste anymore time,” Felix says, as he opens the passenger door for Seungmin to get in. Seungmin hops in, eager and excited. Felix leans in to help put Seungmin’s seatbelt on. Seungmin huffs out a laugh, to cover how his body trembles at having Felix so close. Felix flicks his eyes up, once the seat belt has clicked in place. “This is no laughing matter. I have precious cargo that I need to make sure gets home safe.”
Seungmin blushes. He actually hasn’t stopped blushing, it has ebbed and flowed in varying degrees of heat and brightness. His cheeks feel hot and tender, mouth curving into a pleased smile, even if Felix is pulling out some cringey lines. Apparently, Seungmin likes cringe, at least when someone is treating him so sweetly.
Felix moves away when Seungmin doesn’t reply and closes the door, hurrying to the driver's side and getting in. He puts on his seat belt, starts the suv and his arm comes up around Seungmin’s headrest as he proceeds to reverse out of the parking spot.
He’s heard Hyunjin talk about how hot it is when someone is a competent and focused driver but Seungmin hasn’t ever thought about it before now. Felix flashes him a smile when he’s out of the spot before driving off and Seungmin’s heart beats wildly in his chest.
Seungmin is happy with his decision but he’s quickly coming to the conclusion that he may not survive this night with how everything Felix does and says, is perfect.
Felix maneuvers the streets with a practiced ease, obviously with how he's driven this path often. Although, Seungmin is amped up on nerves and desire, there's a calmness that sets in as they make their way to Felix’s place. He's never felt so at ease, unless he's hanging out with Minho and Hyunjin, and never on a date or hookup since this somehow feels more like the former even if it's the latter.
Seungmin always feels like he's hiding something. What? He doesn't know. He's exactly how people view him. He's a bit of a nerd with his full ride scholarship and being overly dedicated to school. He wouldn't say he's an introvert but he'd rather keep to his small group and stay away from crowds and clubs and loud places. He'd likes going on hikes than to the mall, although he does love an amusement and a baseball game.
He reads and studies and watches old movies and romance dramas and he's not one for posting his entire life. Even Minho, who isn't much better with social media, calls him halmeoni when he knows more viral videos and memes than Seungmin.
Maybe it's not that he's hiding something but that he's missing something and doesn't think he meets expectations. He's serious and reliable, steady and boring but he likes it. He's just worried others won't and will judge him for it. He doesn't think Felix would care. Maybe try to get him out more often but would probably be willing to chill and be reclusive and quiet with Seungmin. Not that it should matter, there's no chilling in their future. But that thought does make it easier for Seungmin to relax, to follow Felix’s lead when he pulls up to a very nice condo complex and punches a passcode to drive into the underground parking garage.
Seungmin’s apartment is old and has no parking which is fine since he doesn't drive and has no car. It’s also super small, only twenty apartments but it's clean and well managed although aged with some aesthetic wear and tear. It's cozy and safe and most importantly cheap since Seungmin’s scholarships don't leave much for anything that's not school-related, but he gets by.
Felix doesn't just get by. Even the parking garage is ridiculously nice, new and polished. The elevator door doesn't squeak like Seungmin’s does and there's so much space, not that he can enjoy it with Felix pressed against him, but he does enjoy that.
Felix's arm is wrapped around Seungmin’s waist and he uses the angle and closeness to pet Seungmin’s hip. It's not an innocent touch, but it is merely a touch, a little taste of what's to come. It has Seungmin salivating and leaking slick and feeling pathetically desperate like he’ll vibrate out of his skin while Felix is still composed.
The elevator takes forever to reach the top floor where Felix lives, but finally it stops and the doors open to let them out. Seungmin has never stepped foot into a place so fancy. His family has always been lower middle class and haven't done much to go higher up the hierarchy.
Seungmin understands circumstance. His mother and father having him young, younger than Seungmin is now, and it completely changing the trajectory of their lives would be hard to bounce back from. But, it's not like they paid much attention to him other than to say what a burden and mistake he was. They could have taken all that time and energy and resentment and bettered themselves, but they didn't.
Seungmin has been going it alone since he was eighteen and started college and that hasn't allowed him to change his status, yet, but that's the plan. That's why he works so hard and was and is so proud of himself for getting into a good school with a full ride and stopping the cycle.
He met Minho and Hyunjin the first year and they just clicked, even when they're all so different. Seungmin sees them as his family now but they too are in the same boat as him. At least Minho’s parents are supportive, loving, and regretful that they can't help Minho more. Hyunjin’s parents are more upper-middle class, but since he's chosen art as his major, they’ve cut him off. Honestly, Seungmin and Hyunjin definitely leech off Minho’s loving parents and they're sweet and kind enough to let them.
So, Seungmin doesn't know extravagance unless he's seen it on tv. It's only a hallway but Seungmin is already feeling as if he doesn't belong. It's long and wide and there's sconces for fuck sake, or what he thinks are sconces, that light the way.
Felix has a good grip on him so even if he wanted to run away he couldn't. He doesn't really want to, but that calm moment in the car is feeling further and further away. Felix gets to his door and types in his password, unlocks it, opens it, and they step inside.
The garage, elevator and hallway have nothing on this spacious, pristine, and perfectly decorated condo. Seungmin can't deal. Felix is somehow rich rich. Now, he understands how multiple free drinks wouldn't break the bank.
Before he can really panic and squirm and make things fucking awkward Felix presses him against the now closed door and kisses him. Seungmin can't think with Felix’s firm and hot body flush against his and kissing his breath away and emptying his mind, so he doesn't try.
Seungmin sinks into the kiss, into the press of soft lips on his, and lets his mouth open when Felix swipes at his bottom lip to lick inside. They groan in unison and heat licks even hotter at Seungmin’s body, making him want more, making any doubts or insecurities fade to the background as he’s consumed with Felix’s taste, scent and touch.
Felix pulls away, not too far, just enough to speak and lock his eyes heated with desire on Seungmin’s whose mirrors him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Felix says lowly, voice rough with need as it sizzles along Seungmin’s skin filling him with need. “You already smell so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
With that he takes Seungmin’s hand and pulls him through the condo. Seungmin can only follow, staring at the strong lines of Felix’s back and paying no mind to how the rest of the apartment looks.
Felix pulls him into his bedroom. Again, Seungmin could hyperventilate at the sight of Felix’s wealth, but he’s dazed by how much it smells like Felix in here. It shouldn’t be surprising, it is his room, but it shocks Seungmin stupid. He doesn’t think as he moves to the bed without being led and falls into it, pressing his face into the pillows. He’s uncaring that he’s sniffing Felix blankets like a creep, uncaring that his hips arch in small thrusts into the bed.
Seungmin wants to roll around in Felix scent, have it cling to him, have it mix and merge with his own. Even with their light contact he can already smell their combined scent and it’s intoxicating—somehow sharp and bright but comforting in its menace. There’s protection and safety in the scent, as Seungmin’s lighter, caring and guiding scent weaves through the harsher notes, wraps around them like they belong together.
“Jesus,” Felix breathes. Seungmin comes back to himself, face on fire in mortification that he's just sniffing Felix’s bed when the alpha is right there! Seungmin has no time to stutter or stop before Felix is behind him on the bed, reaching around to undo his pants and pulling the second skin off, with more difficulty than is sexy but that's the price one pays for trying to be hot in a club and for the one who found them hot. Eventually Seungmin’s pants and underwear are off and he's bare from the waist down, cool air hitting his leaking hole and his slick-coated thighs, and his shiver turns into a moan when Felix licks a strip up his thigh, across his balls that have tightened and then across his hole.
Felix moans and it reverberates along Seungmin’s spine and he pushes his ass back. And then Felix just goes for it, hands gripping both of Seungmin’s cheeks, pulling them apart until it’s almost painful, just enough to have Seungmin’s dick pulsing as Felix devours him. He plunges his tongue in, fucking Seungmin with the strong muscle, in and out as Seungmin gasps and whimpers, begging as he rocks his hips and Felix’s nails dig further into his flesh.
“Please, please, please,” Seungmin whines in desperation going from zero to one hundred in seemingly no time at all. It spurs Felix on, eating Seungmin out ravenously, the obscene wet noises echoing the room, mixing with their grunts and groans. Felix presses one finger in, slowly but surely, and Seungmin breaks with a wail, humping his ass back as his hole clenches around Felix’s finger and tongue and he comes, splattering on the comforter and soaks Felix face with his slick.
All Seungmin can smell is himself—his come, sweat, tears and slick saturating the room. Felix doesn't stop once Seungmin has come. Oh no, he gorges himself, sounding like a frenzied animal as he laps up Seungmin’s slick like he's starving.
That's when Felix's scent cuts through Seungmin’s sweetness, the bitterness of Felix's arousal, the sharpness of his possession and the deep pungent musk of his alpha virility, all mingling and showcasing Felix’s hunger, desperation and need.
He cleans Seungmin as well as he can, sucking the wetness from his thighs, the swell of his ass and down across his balls, but there's always more dripping from his hole like a faucet. Seungmin knows his face that he's shoved into the pillow is bright red, half from desperation to come and half from embarrassment, his neck and chest are probably beet red with how warm he feels.
Seungmin has never been so wet before in his life, hasn't been this turned on or treated to such ferocious ass eating. He's only ever gotten a swipe of the tongue before they shove their dick in with no real lead-up.
“You taste so fucking good,” Felix groans and dips his head back in to suck on Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin keens. It’s too much and not nearly enough. “Aw, it’s okay. I'm here,” Felix croons before sliding two fingers inside. It has Seungmin calming. He's not as full as he wants to be, but this is enough for now.
Felix pulls his fingers out to push them back in, not frantic or rough, a gentle slide and Seungmin slick that he leaks heavily makes it that much smoother. Again and again, Felix presses in until Seungmin arches his ass out in hopes of getting him deeper. Felix adds a third finger, quickly followed by a forth.
Seungmin breathes, trying to hold in his pleas. He wants to see what Felix will do. Seungmin can't hold out for long. His body heats to a degree he’s never felt, not even during his heats. His need feels like fire racing through his veins and even though Felix’s fingers have him stretched wide, he wants more—no, he needs more, or he thinks he might die.
“Felix,” Seungmin whimpers out and then again louder, pathetic in his desperation when Felix ministrations still. “More.”
“Yeah, I'll give you more,” Felix says lightly, at odds with how he fucks his fingers in roughly. “But I need you to do something for me.”
Seungmin will do anything, feeling his body start to tremble, dick pulsing and he squeezes down on Felix fingers to feel the thickness.
“Anything,” Seungmin begs. Felix chuckles, the sounds going straight to Seungmin’s cock.
“Call me alpha or hyung, okay baby?” Seungmin nods his head vigorously. He can do that. He wants to. Felix fucks his fingers in just this side of painful but then he brushes Seungmin’s prostate and has him seizing up in mindless pleasure. “What was that?” he asks, alpha tone coating his words. Seungmin can barely think but the need to obey his alpha is strong, compelling him to think through the fog of arousal to answer Felix.
“Alpha, please,” Seungmin begs obediently. He thinks he’s done well, done what his alpha wanted but then Felix removes his fingers, leaving Seungmin bereft and confused. He whimpers sadly and Felix coos.
“Patience, sweetheart,” Felix says indulgently, grasping one of Seungmin’s ass cheeks firmly and spreading him open. Seungmin feels Felix’s cock, wide head notched on his hole. The anticipation builds to a fever pitch in the mere moments between that first touch and Felix sliding in. Seungmin moans shamelessly as Felix dick pushes in, inch by in by inch, splitting him wide.
Once Felix’s hips are pressed against Seungmin’s ass, balls deep, Seungmin can’t think, can’t speak, only feel. Maybe it's the alcohol, or his first experience with an alpha and not only an alpha, but the most perfect one he’s ever met and he’s inside him. Seungmin is overwhelmed and overcome, but it’s not bad. If anything, it's too good. He only has to feel. Felix does all the work, moving Seungmin’s body where he wants it, where Seungmin is most comfortable, most cared for. Felix finds their rhythm and absolutely rails Seungmin, who loves every minute of it.
All Seungmin’s inhibitions are thrown out the window. There’s only heat and bare skin pressed against bare skin where his crop top has ridden up and Felix must have taken off all his clothes. It’s all-consuming and even if Seungmin is getting what he wants, what he needs, he needs more.
Pleas fall from his lips, along with grunts and groans and whimpers. He’s not all there, lost to the pleasure, and he should be more concerned about that, but he’s not. All he can do is take what Felix gives him and beg for more. But he’s aware in the sense that he’s floating on the waves of pleasure, unheeded by embarrassment to how he’s carrying on and how needy and pathetic he must seem to Felix, who’s probably been with more than a few omegas. But that doesn’t matter, he’s here with Felix now, and all that matters is the push and pull of their bodies and the way Felix hips arch and make Seungmin clamp down around his thick cock, coming before he even understands what’s happening.
Seungmin is wild as he shivers and shakes. Felix doesn't let up. The night starts to blur after his second orgasm that takes him quickly by surprise, on the tail end of his first so it feels like he’s coming constantly. There's no panic to his disorientation; everything feels soft and dream-like, even as Felix flips him over and continues to fuck into him with abandon.
Seungmin doesn't know how long they keep up for. Time has no meaning; one moment, it feels like he and Felix have been in his bed for hours and days, but then the next, Seungmin’s desperation crescendos, and it feels like mere moments. He worries Felix will stop and make him leave, empty and unsatisfied. But that doesn't happen. Felix never stops touching him, a firm hand on his throat or in his hair, tugging Seungmin forward to give him drugging kisses that leave him drunk and delirious. Felix pets down his sides just when Seungmin thinks he’ll vibrate out of his skin, and it keeps him steady. He kisses down Seungmin’s throat, sucking and nipping so close to his scent gland that Seungmin cries and begs, and can't remember why Felix shouldn't bite down and break skin.
Seungmin begs to be knotted and filled and bred. Felix's scent spikes dangerously, aggressive and possessive, and so deliciously suffocating. Felix speaks, but it sounds like he's underwater, and Seungmin doesn't understand. All he wants is to be filled to burst with Felix’s—his alpha’s—come.
Seungmin thinks he might be crying and he doesn't feel good. He's hot and then cold and shaking, but no longer from pleasure. And then everything is right in the world as Felix presses his cock back in, covers Seungmin’s body with his own, and the heat returns and time goes in and out again.
Seungmin is gasping for a breath he can't catch, but as Felix bottoms out, he can breathe, feeling fuller and fuller, hole stretching wide around Felix’s knot that tugs each time he pulls up, fear clawing at Seungmin’s throat until Felix is stuck.
Seungmin feels complete and safe in a way he’s never felt, but before he can ponder why, he’s coming. He’s loud with his pleasure, whimpers and whines ripped from his throat as Felix fucks in and in and in, and the they’re coming together. Seungmin’s hole squeezes around Felix’s knot tight where they’re tied together as Felix fills him with his spend.
Felix's hands feel like claws, sharp pinpricks stinging where he grips Seungmin’s hip. And then Seungmin loses what little higher function he has as Felix fucks him on his knot, until Felix is sated and Seungmin is a trembling, sobbing mess and passes out.
Seungmin startles awake. For a split second, he has no idea where he is, and then he smells their sex pungent in the air. Felix’s scent has seeped into his skin, which makes sense after being practically painted with his come and sweat and saliva.
Seungmin can't believe he did this. He can't believe he went home with a guy he got two drinks from. He breaks out in a cold sweat and starts to feel the aches in his body—his ass, thighs and hips—an unneeded reminder of Seungmin throwing sense out the window last night.
He doesn’t regret it, or not fully. Maybe he should, since the shame and embarrassment of how pathetically needy and out of control he was comes on fast. He won’t be able to ever look Felix in the eyes. He can already feel his skin crawl at the gentle way Felix will let him down when it’s clear Seungmin was way too into last night than what anyone would consider a normal amount. Not to say Felix wasn't into it, but Seungmin knew he was on another level.
Seungmin makes the quick decision to untangle himself from Felix. He moves slowly and cautiously so he doesn’t wake Felix up. As he puts his bare feet on the floor, he touches something blocky and hard. When he looks down, he sees that it’s his phone. It must have fallen from his pocket when Felix ripped his pants off. Seungmin’s cheeks flush at how wanton he was from the beginning. He thinks Felix must have taken his socks and shirt off at some point after he passed out.
Seungmin needs to get out of here before he self-destructs. He stands, wincing at the pain that shoots from his ass to his lower back and thighs. He walks gingerly, grateful he feels no rush of fluids and only what has dried on his skin. He feels sticky, but not crusty. Felix must have also wiped him down after he blacked out.
The embarrassment pulses through him like a living thing as he moves to the bedroom door, thankful it was never shut, so he doesn’t have to worry about it creaking on its hinges.
Seungmin shivers as he leaves the bedroom, wishing he could go back and cling to Felix, but he knows that will only make him feel worse. He’s going to clean himself up a bit using the sink on low, find his clothes and get the hell out of here. He hopes he can do it without having to have a painfully awkward conversation with Felix. This was only a hookup, a mind-altering experience for Seungmin for sure, but that’s all it was.
It takes him two tries to find the bathroom. First, he opens a door to a very nice office. The second is a spare room that’s nothing like the inflatable mattress Seungmin puts down, half in the kitchen and half in the living room, because he has no space for Minho or Hyunjin when they stay over, and the three can’t fit in his dinky little bed. A wave of nausea rolls through him at the thought of sharing a bed with either of them. Puzzling, but maybe his omega sensibilities can’t handle that he’s currently in another alpha’s den, covered in their scent.
Eventually, Seungmin finds the bathroom, spacious with two fucking sinks! He goes through the cabinets and finds a face cloth. He wets it before wiping himself down. Seungmin gargles some mouthwash, figuring Felix ate his ass, and this shouldn’t be an issue. Once he’s as clean as he can be without a full shower, he tiptoes back to the room.
He finds his clothes easily, folded on Felix’s dresser and hurriedly puts them on. Seungmin barely breathes for fear of waking him.
Seungmin sighs once he's dressed. He's about to do his first walk of shame in years, and he wishes he had a coat or something to cover his club clothes. No one needs to be a hundred percent sure where he’s been and what he’s done, but leaving in the tightest pair of pants and a slutty little crop too will definitely give him away.
Before Seungmin takes his leave, he lets himself look at Felix one last time. Felix is by far the most achingly beautiful person he has ever seen in his life. He feels a pull to stay, but violently shoves it away. It may be rude to leave without telling Felix, but he doesn’t think he could survive any rejection, regardless of how soft Felix would be with him. Seungmin may not know Felix well, but he knows he would be kind about it.
It’s better to rip the bandage off and leave with only good memories before he gets too attached. Seungmin knows himself. He either doesn’t give a fuck or cares way too much. Felix has been nothing but nice and good and caring, and that’s not touching on how he fucks like he’s born to do it, and not in general, but specifically born to fuck Seungmin.
So, Seungmin would rather not ruin the night they had.
As he's about to turn and go, he impulsively rifles through Felix’s dirty clothes hamper and pulls out a hoodie that reeks of Felix. He pulls it on. It must be a workout shirt, with how deliciously rank it is. It might be theft, but Seungmin is not giving it back. He's going with the excuse that it's something to make his walk of shame less harrowing if anyone asks, but he's aware that's not why he takes it.
Seungmin doesn’t look behind him as he reaches the doorway. He doesn’t want to see if Felix is secretly awake and watching him leave because he also doesn’t want to deal with the awkward morning after. He steps out into the hallway, his resolve strengthening as he moves through the condo and finally gets a good look at the place.
Seungmin doesn’t know much about expensive taste or why high ceilings are better or why people get horny over marble countertops, but he does know he couldn’t afford a single thing in here. Even if he ends up doing well for himself, which is the plan, he’ll never be this rich, never this comfortable and will always need to budget and save.
Felix is from a completely different world, and while it was nice to visit, he can’t stay, even if Felix wanted him to. Seungmin would be too worried about breathing too hard in any direction. Although he is grateful he didn’t realize last night just how wealthy Felix must be, or he wouldn’t have been able to enjoy their time together, wouldn’t have been able to let go and accept the pleasure Felix thrust upon him.
But it’s time to go and close this fun little chapter and get back to the real world.
Seungmin leaves, hoping he picked the right level to get out at. He ends up back at the parking garage and walks through to the street. He has absolutely no idea where he is, and he’s starting to feel stupid and empty and like he shouldn’t have left or shouldn’t have come here at all. He should have stayed with Hyunjin and Minho at the club. If Seungmin had stayed, he'd only be sporting a hangover and not whatever emotional turmoil he’s currently going through over a one-night stand like the fucking idiot he is.
Once he walks up the garage's parking entrance ramp and out to the street proper, he takes his phone out of his pocket. He has to shimmy a bit since the pants are painted on, and he winces at the dull pain that sharpens as he moves.
Seungmin debates texting Hyunjin to get him and then thinks fuck it, if anyone has had a one-night stand turned falling in love and feeling like an idiot, it’s Hyunjin. Minho’s a little more conservative, more reserved and judgmental. Seungmin cannot deal with that right now.
Seungmin
6:04 am
You awake?
Hyunjin
6:07 am
You alive?
Seungmin walks further up the street and sees a cafe. He doesn’t go in. It’s not open yet, but even if it was, there’s no way he’d want to be in a little storefront reeking of both alpha and omega pheromones and come.
Seungmin
6:10 am
Can you come pick me up? Don’t bring Minho if he’s still with you
Seungmin sends his location, and even though it’s just after six in the morning after a night out, Hyunjin agrees. He’ll owe Hyunjin for this, and he doesn't care as long as he doesn't make Seungmin go clubbing again.
It takes far too long. Seungmin worries that a morning person will perceive him when he doesn’t even want to perceive himself.
Seungmin sighs in relief when Hyunjin shows up and tries not to limp to the car, but from Hyunjin’s surprised and far too amused expression, he doesn’t think he does a good job.
“So, have a good night?” Hyunjin asks with a smirk. Now, in the privacy of the car with his best friend Seungmin feels his bottom lip tremble and his eyes start to tear up.
“The best,” Seungmin says, devastation clear in his voice. He turns to look out the window and wipes his tears that fall without his permission.
“Oh, Minnie,” Hyunjin croons and reaches out to put his hand in Seungmin’s hair, but for once, the touch doesn’t comfort him and Seungmin recoils. “Oh,” he says sharply. “You really like him.”
“I don’t know him and he’s so fucking rich,” Seungmin cries without meeting Hyunjin’s eyes.
“So, no hope of last night turning into something more?”
Seungmin shakes his head. Even if Felix was interested, it can’t turn into something more because Felix is a rich, hot bartender and Seungmin is Seungmin. Felix will eventually grow tired of him and break his heart. It’s best to stop it before it has a chance to start.
“I just want to go home and shower last night off,” Seungmin says, feeling a bone-deep exhaustion, body aching and missing someone he never had. He knows Hyunjin is only being polite by not mentioning how Seungmin must stink of alpha.
“No, you don’t,” Hyunjin replies as he pulls away from the curb to take Seungmin home to his shitty apartment with his no parking garage and his small elevator and his no marble countertops and worst of all, no Felix.
No, he doesn’t want to wash Felix’s scent from his skin, but he’ll do it because he thinks he’ll feel worse if he doesn’t.