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:How do you ask your boyfriend of six months about kink without them thinking you're a freak?
:How to talk to your partner about sex?
:How to tell your partner you want to-
Han Jisung glared at his phone screen, the search bar waiting patiently. With a sigh he plopped his phone next to him on the bed letting the screen turn off and plunge the room into darkness.
Minho has asked him maybe three times now why he kept his phone screen so bright. Felix would tell him this is why he needs glasses, but turning a light on in bed is just so much effort. Why have a bedside lamp if your phone does the trick?
Minho has bedside lamps. One was slightly wonky after Jisung had knocked it off the cabinet the last time he'd stayed over. All Jisung risked knocking over in his bedroom were a few days old glasses of unfinished water.
Usually Jisung would visit Minho's flat so he could see the cats. Whenever Minho visited his home he'd clear the glasses away without comment, then stroke Jisung's hair.
There were four glasses by the bed, so it must've been four days since he last came over.
Rolling over, Jisung faced away from his phone. What was the point of having a boyfriend if they decide to randomly go on stupid camping trips in the mountains for a week.
Alpha’s were dumb.
Well, except for Jisung, he wasn't dumb. Mostly.
Two more days.
—
“Jisung, baby, you know how much you missed me this past week?”
Jisung rolled his eyes and gently pushed Minho's face away from the scent gland on his neck. “Really hyung?”
“Baby” Minho whined nosing into Jisung's hand. “It was hard right? Hyung missed you a lot.”
Jisung’s hand fell from Minho's face as he lent forward to place a gentle kiss on Minho's lips.
“I missed you lots too.” Jisung whispered into the blonde’s mouth.
Warm firm lips met his again, Jisung moaned into the kiss as he felt Minho's hands tangling in his curls.
When one of the hands fell to his nape he couldn't stop the rumbling growl that emerged.
The kiss broke.
“Sorry.” He mumbled looking into Minho's charcoal eyes as they creased in the corners from the man's smile.
“It's okay, it's just biology, I know you love me baby.”
Jisung pouted, it was unfair how his biology would interfere. He loved Minho so much, but his body wouldn't stop treating Minho as competition, as a threat.
They had their ways of dealing with it- lots of patience, communication and understanding with each other. But it still stung when he ruined the mood in this way.
All Jisung wanted was to let Minho take the lead, to feel his knees on the ground with Minho above him, to be guided by him. But, that isn't alpha behaviour.
Soft fingers cupped his face, hooked into the sides of his mouth and tugged upwards forcing his lips into a smile. Jisung laughed, head jerking enough to dislodge Minho's fingers, which he grabbed with his own before they were in his mouth again.
“Move in with me baby. I don't want to come home to my cats and not have you by my side.”
No matter how Jisung felt about his alpha instincts interfering with their relationship, Minho never seemed perturbed by it.
“Okay.” He said, what else was there to say.
He was going to move in with Minho.
He was going to move in with Minho!
Just over six months ago he'd been alone and now he was going to be moving in with his boyfriend. He'd never lived with a partner before.
Felix had described Jisung's past relationships as sad. He wasn't wrong.
Before Minho, Jisung had only dated omegas, but it had never felt quite right.
Every time he had been expected to take charge, be the one making decisions.
He hated it. His most recent ex, Jae-hyun, had called him “a bit wet.”
As an alpha, society expected him to be strong, brave and in control. Jisung wanted to be cared for, he didn't want to make decisions for other people, he didn't even like making decisions for himself.
Minho naturally made decisions, taking charge was seamless for him and it was always so gentle.
Jisung used to envy alphas like that. He fought with Hyunjin all throughout their teens, but ultimately he just needed to accept that he would never be a good alpha like Hyunjin.
Life got easier when Minho stepped in. Suddenly everything he hated having to do, Minho would handle it with a smile.
Having Minho around removed the pressure of needing to act like an alpha. He could just be.
It was so nice.
–
He couldn't move in straight away, he had two months left on his lease, but that also gave him two months to pack and move his stuff gradually.
Naturally he did not spend any time doing that.
A week before his lease was due to expire Minho came and packed away all his belongings for him. Organised his life into cardboard boxes that were neatly labelled and refused to let Jisung carry a single one.
“Honestly, I don't think I've ever had an alpha do that for me before, you're so lucky Sungie!”
Jisung laughed. “I mean you could, if you messaged Chan back.”
“It's not even been two days yet! I like my alpha's more desperate.” Felix joked, wiggling his eyebrows at Jisung's shocked face.
“What if he thinks you don't like him anymore?”
Felix looked at Jisung carefully. “Well, then he didn't like me enough. That will be unlucky for him.”
They giggled, Jisung leaning on Felix's shoulder. He looked up at Felix’s cheeks, stared at the freckles that prettily dusted his omega friend's face.
“Felix.” He began. “I think I'm a bad alpha.”
Felix nuzzled the top of Jisung's head. Then, gently gave him a soft kiss right on top of his parting.
“Why do you think that Sung? I wouldn't say you were bad at all. I much prefer you to those loud demanding alphas. They stink.”
“But I'm not demanding. I don't want to be in charge and I don't think I would be able to wait two days for Minho to message me back.”
“Do all alphas need to be in charge or demanding?” Felix asked neutrally, keeping his cheek pressed to Jisung's scalp.
Jisung sighed.
“Everyone expects them to be. Jae-hyun used to say-”
“Jae-hyun was a useless piece of shit.” Felix firmly stated, squeezing Jisung's arms whilst he did so.
“Okay, well what about Bo-Bae, he said that alphas are supposed to be-”
“Bo-Bae cheated on you with three people. Who cares about his opinions.”
“But, Felix, he might not have cheated if I'd been a better -”
“No.” Felix pulled away to look Jisung square in the eye. “No. His actions, choices and mistakes are no fault of yours. Pieces of trash like him have no business even existing in your presence. Who cares what your ex thinks. What does Minho think?”
Jisung closed his eyes. “I haven't, well I haven't spoken to Minho about it.”
“Oh Sungie, why?”
“I-” he began, the words getting caught in his mouth, tongue suddenly heavy. “I. I want to. But it's just, what if he doesn't want me anymore?”
“He'll still want you. I've never seen an alpha so infatuated before.”
Jisung smiled shyly. “Even Chan?”
“Even Channie-hyung.”
—
Jisung did not speak to Minho about it.
When the dancer had asked him how his catch up with Felix had gone, he'd smiled and told him all about how Felix was teasing Chan. How Chan was probably going to be Felix's boyfriend within the month.
He did not mention anything about their discussion of his failings as an alpha.
Instead he switched the conversation to work to listen to Minho coo about the adorable collage of cats his students had made for him,and how Hyunjin had helped them with the glue between the morning ballet class and the afternoon tap classes.
“Hyunjinnie was also covered in cats mind, a few tearaways had decided that his clothes were too boring and that cats would liven them up.”
“Hah!” Jisung barked out a laugh. “Were they inspired by a certain kitty-hyung who had ideas?”
Minho gave a mischievous smile in return. “Maybe, who knows? Certainly not Hyunjin. I sent Changbin pictures though. His rut’s coming up so I thought it might help a few things along.”
“Guess Hyunjin and I won't be having our post work coffee tomorrow then.”
Minho gave his shoulder a couple of pats before getting up to go to the kitchen. Jisung stared, transfixed by the sheer musicality of each step.
He allowed a calm silence to settle over them as Minho began cleaning the dishes from their dinner. His sleeves were neatly rolled to his elbows and each dish was washed carefully before being placed in the dish rack by the sink.
Jisung would have just left the dishes to clean the next day, or whined about getting a dishwasher to do it instead. He wanted to whine about how Minho was cutting into their cuddling time by doing the washing up, but his arms did look nice half submerged in the water.
“Sungie? Did you hear me baby?”
“Ah? Sorry hyung, I was in my head a bit.” He replied, shaking the curls from his eyes.
“Anything interesting happening in there today bug?”
Jisung smiled, he started to gently tap one foot on the sofa cushion he was curled up on.
“Just thinking about how pretty your arms are hyungie.”
“All the better to hug you with my dear.”
Jisung cackled and kicked his legs out from underneath him, jumped up off the sofa and bounced over to Minho.
Winding his arms around his boyfriend, he had to slightly rise up on to his tip-toes to rest his chin against Minho's shoulder.
Minho simply placed the last dish on the drying rack and drained the water in the sink, before he began to clean the sink too.
Jisung watched, they let the silence comfortably settle around them.
Every movement of Minho's arm swishing around the sink was almost hypnotic. Everything felt so peaceful. Safe.
“Hyung. Have you ever thought about kneeling?”
Minho's hands came to rest at either side of the sink.
“Kneeling? In what way?”
“Like, kneeling for someone. Do you think it would feel nice?”
Minho twisted in Jisung's arms so they were chest to chest.
“Do you? Is that something you want hyung to do for you bug?”
Jisung blinked. He'd not thought about that before. He'd thought a lot about being on his knees in front of Minho. Looking up into Minho's beautiful obsidian eyes.
Minho on his knees in front of Jisung? That sounded weird. He shook his head and scrunched up his nose.
Minho chuckled. “Sure. So you want to be on your knees for me then?”
He really did, in Jisung's mind, being on his knees would be the closest he could get to not needing to make decisions or be an alpha. He wanted to feel like he was owned.
“Words Jisungie.” Minho cautioned.
“I do.” Jisung whispered, wide eyes focused on Minho's own.
“How do you want to be on your knees Jisung? Is this a sexual thing for you or is this something you want outside of sex?”
Jisung could feel his cheeks burning more and more by the second. He froze. Would it be possible to have both? Would Minho look down on him for it? Would this be the moment Minho realised what a bad alpha Jisung was?
“Jisung? Let's press pause okay? We can have this conversation once you're more comfortable talking about it. Take your time bug, you don't need to rush. We have our whole lives together you know.”
Minho pressed Jisung's head gently against his chest, using his free arm to rub up and down his back. Jisung's breath was much faster than he had realised.
Jisung leaned into it, letting his arms fall limply at his side. Their alpha's struggled with each other’s scents, and not for the first time, Jisung wished he could smell Minho's chestnut scent. That they didn't have to use blockers to just be around each other.
“Love you hyung” he mumbled into Minho's pec. A kiss followed the hand brushing through his brown curls.
“Love you too, bug.”
—
The possibility of kneeling for Minho buzzed about his brain for the subsequent week.
Even his most difficult recording session, where the singer just had to disagree with all the production notes, barely affected him. After all, Minho was receptive to it. He hadn't treated him like a weirdo for having a kneeling kink. For being an alpha with a kneeling kink.
By Wednesday, Jisung was ready to try talking about it again.
However, on Wednesday his production team also were given a last minute rush job.
Three songs to finish in one night. The company had dumped a new group on them whose producer had walked. Irreconcilable differences apparently. The biggest problem is that the marketing team had announced the debut album's release date already and were being stubborn, refusing to shift the schedule even by an hour.
Thank the moon for Chan, who knew how to take these things in stride. He quickly split the work between the three of them, putting Changbin in charge of dealing with any line recording fixes. Leaving Jisung with lyric editing and Chan on arrangement and mixing.
They might not sleep, but it would be done and they could continue their reputation of being the best producers of Miroh Entertainment.
Around 11pm, Changbin decided to do a convenience store run, leaving him with Chan.
“Has Felix messaged you back yet hyung?” Work was getting boring anyway, Chan’s jump at the unexpected question was already more entertaining than fixing another poorly written love song.
“Yeah, yesterday. I don't know, I don't think he's that interested, Sung. I might not reply this time, maybe it's better to let it fade away y’know?” Chan replied flatly.
Jisung spun around in his desk chair. Chan was hunched over his laptop, shoulders high as though he was trying to bury his head.
“Are you kidding me? Felix is so into you hyung!” His voice cracked slightly from the exclamation. Normally, Chan would laugh at him immediately, but instead, Chan remained hunched, he didn't even look at the other alpha.
“All he said was ‘k. I really don't think he is.”
Jisung blinked, wasn't Felix supposed to be good at this stuff? “No, but he really is hyung. He told me last week that he was playing hard to get with you.”
Chan levelled a flat look at him. “I think that's worse. I don't think I want to play games, you know?”
Jisung did know. He slumped backwards and brought his knees up to his chest so he was huddled on the chair.
“How’s it going now you've moved in with Minho? Still fun?”
“Yeah. He really looks after me hyung.” Chan's face softened at that, he looked so tired, yet he still had space to be happy for Jisung. Jisung was so lucky, he thought, to have friends like this.
“Yah! We look after you too.” Changbin called playfully, returning with carrier bags in tow.
“Does that mean you found my banana milk hyung?” Jisung asked cheekily, stretching out his hands towards his friend.
“Depends,” Changbin grinned. “Who's your favourite hyung? Me or Channie-hyung?”
“Minho” Jisung replied quickly. Chan broke out into a fit of giggles next to him, face in his hands.
Changbin groaned. “He wasn't even an option!”
“He's the only option. You two are stinky alphas.”
“He's an alpha! So are you!” At Changbin’s shout, Chan’s laughter began to take on a hysterical note.
“Yeah, but we're not stinky like you.” Jisung goaded, sticking out his tongue. Chan stopped laughing.
“Do you still wear scent patches around each other?”
Jisung pouted. “Yeah.” He grumbled, good mood evaporating, even as Changbin handed him a banana milk. “My alpha is too growly. It sucks because I love chestnuts.”
“Does Minho growl at your scent?” Changbin asked, after all, he wasn't wearing a scent patch and Jisung had never growled at his scent.
Jisung shrugged and hid his face in his knees.
“It just feels unfair, if he has to hide his, then I should too.”
Chan and Changbin exchanged a glance. “Was that Minho's idea?” Chan asked sternly.
“No. He said he's fine smelling me. I just, I don't even like my scent hyung. It's just another reminder that I'm-” He cut himself off with a scowl, tightening his grip on his legs.
“That you're what Sungie?” Changbin placed a hand on the back of the chair, not quite touching Jisung's shoulder.
“I'm not like you or Chan-hyung or Hyunjin or Minho-hyung. Okay?” Jisung snapped, pushing himself out of his chair and stomping over to get his coat.
Chan cringed into himself. Changbin was undeterred, crossing the room to sit on the leather sofa next to where Jisung was standing. Jisung quietly cursed as he realised his sleeves were inside out and he couldn't just shove the coat on and run away.
Changbin tugged the coat out of his arms and began to fix the sleeves. Jisung stared sullenly, they'd let him leave without another word if he wanted to. Even if it made them sad, they'd let him go. The sea salt and Cherry blossom wood scents of his two hyung's were mildly bitter in the air.
They'd wait for him. Jisung's lip wobbled as he tried to keep calm.
Changbin held up the puffer jacket to him, opening the coat so that all Jisung had to do was slip his arms inside.
Jisung hesitated.
Slowly, he reached out with his hand, keeping the other clenched at his side. He took the coat by the collar, pulled it out of Changbin's arms and dropped it on the floor.
A good alpha wouldn't be upset right now, they'd be calm like Changbin and Chan. Or maybe angry from being challenged. Jisung felt in his heart that he cannot be a good alpha because he climbed onto Changbin's lap and began to cry.
In fact, he was such a bad alpha that he promptly wailed about how terrible he was, whilst clinging onto Changbin's shoulders. Changbin and Chan glanced at each other, their scents suddenly sharp and acrid.
Tissues were held just under his face. Chan's heat warmed his back as he leaned over Jisung. Changbin's arms were snug against his back, rubbing up and down whilst they waited for Jisung.
“You're not a bad alpha Jisung. Hyung's love you, don't be sad. You're not bad, you're out Jisungie.” Changbin reassured him, rocking him up and down gently in his arms.
Chan remained quiet, Jisung couldn't see his face- that was probably for the best, knowing Chan he would be looking at him like a lost puppy right now and Jisung didn't think he could handle such hurt on his oldest friend's face.
“Jisung, there is nothing that you could ever do that would make us think that you were a bad alpha.”
“But alphas don't cry and need hugs from other alphas hyung.” Jisung choked out, grabbing a tissue to paw at his nose with.
“Well that's not true. Changbin cried three times last week. Once because he got eggshells in his omelette. Is Changbin a bad alpha?”
“That's not the same!” Jisung protested, ignoring Changbin's complaints over being called out for his cooking.
“How?” Chan asked. Jisung blinked, nose hidden under layers of soggy tissues. That had not been what he had expected to hear from his hyung. Jisung had expected more examples of other alphas who cry and want hugs.
Being challenged was different.
Jisung thought for a moment, his tongue felt like lead in his mouth. His face throbbed from crying.
Why was he a bad alpha?
“I really don't know. I don't know how. I'm sorry hyung's. I can't.”
His two hyung's cooed over him and kept reassuring him that he wasn't bad until he'd finished calming down. Once the tears had stopped, Jisung kept his gaze locked on the wall behind Changbin's arms.
Mortification replaced distress as his face dried under the harsh studio lighting. Suddenly remembering that he was at work, and it was late and they had a deadline made the grasp mortification had over his heart even tighter.
“The tracks.” He panted out. “We have to finish them.”
Changbin squeezed him tighter.
Chan shifted away briefly. When he returned to his place at Jisung's back he dropped Jisung's banana milk into his lap.
“Drink a bit first Jisung yeah?”
Jisung nodded, uncapping the bottle. The sweet creamy banana flavour coated his mouth, cool enough to soothe his throat. He hadn't realised how scratchy it had become from the crying.
Each sip helped him return to the earth. Slowly, he stretched his legs until his feet touched the floor. Chan and Changbin smiled at him carefully. Changbin's hands supported him as he slipped off of the others lap. Chan held him by the elbow, supportive as he returned to his desk chair.
“Don't keep it in Jisung. Talk to someone okay? Us, Minho,a professional, anyone who you feel comfortable talking to. But you have to talk to someone.” Chan told him quietly, before ruffling his hair and returning to his own chair. Changbin had already put his headphones on.
“I will hyung. Thank you.” He replied, crossing his fingers underneath the desk.
—
Jisung didn't make it home until 5pm Thursday evening. By which point the Jisung of Wednesday who had been so ready to talk to Minho, just wanted to do nothing but sleep.
He did not remember showering or flopping into bed, but when he came to, his hair was still damp and he'd forgotten to put pajamas on.
A hand was running through his hair.
“Hyung.” Jisung mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“Pretty.” Minho told him in reply. Jisung snorted softly. And blinked his eyes open ever so slightly, squinting up at his boyfriend.
Minho smiled down at him. “Have you eaten lovely?”
It took Jisung a minute to answer. “Does CU microwave gimbap count?”
“It does not. Shall I wake you when there's food?” Jisung nodded and the hand in his hair slipped down to caress his cheek. With a gentle flick delivered to the tip of Jisung's nose, Minho slipped out of bed and headed to their kitchen.
Blearily, Jisung patted the bed to find his phone. Instead he found Soonie, and spent some time with his hands softly petting and stroking the orange haired cat, listening to the rumbling purrs he was gifted in return.
His stomach rumbled, luring him out of bed and into the first item of clothing he could find. In the kitchen Minho was stirring onions and pork as they sizzled in a pan.
“Is that ginger?” He asked stopping at the kitchen entrance to pet Doongie, who wound himself around Jisung's legs.
“No, that's Doongie.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, Hyungie. I love you. Is that the Japanese dish you made last week, with the pork and ginger?”
“Shogayaki? Yes. You said you liked it and it's pretty straightforward to make.”
Jisung knelt down to give Doongie head pats.
“I didn't realise you were that excited for dinner Jisungie.”
Jisung paused. And looked up.
He hadn't noticed Minho walk over to him. Doongie (the traitor), gave a soft meow and wandered off to his food bowl.
Leaving Jisung on his knees. In front of Minho. He swallowed hard.
In this position, Jisung had to tilt his head until it met the base of his neck to see Minho's face. Otherwise he was going to be staring directly at Minho's crotch.
“Comfy baby?” Minho cupped Jisung's cheeks.
“Bwah?” He managed. Minho's lips were curled almost cruelly above him.
“You are aren't you? Such a good bug you are. Stay put whilst hyung makes you dinner hmm baby?”
Staying still was not in Jisung's vocabulary. At least normally it isn't. Right now? Jisung's legs were glued to the floor.
He remained kneeling at the kitchen door. Watched the lines of Minho's back as he chopped, sauteed and stirred their dinner. Watched the firm movement of Minho's hands as they washed up the chopping board and knife.
He squirmed, between his legs, his cock was achingly hard. He'd only pulled a thin pair of boxers on and a wet spot was starting to grow.
He found that keeping his head tilted up made his neck ache after a while. Whilst that was a satisfying ache, he shifted slightly before it became a pain instead. With his chin tucked down it was much harder to see the edges of Minho's face as he turned and swished about in front of him.
Sometimes he'd glance upwards, to witness the grace Minho held, but more and more he found himself looking at his own hands, his knees and the floor.
Time floated, or maybe he did, the ever present buzzing of the world dimmed. His thoughts stilled.
“Bug?”
Thixotropic. He'd been going down a rabbit hole on tiktok of slime videos when he reached a series of videos on Thixotropy. People standing on custard or something about ketchup.
“Bug?”
“You're thixotropic.”
Minho blinked six times in a row. Minho's blinks were so pretty Jisung thought, the lashes pronounced each blink well, received pronunciation but eyelashes. The thought made him giggle.
“You're quite relaxed aren't you, bug?”
“Yeah” he breathed out with a lazy smile.
“Minho knelt down in front of him, grabbed both his hands and gently pulled them both upright.
Jisung frowned. Minho kissed the left corner of his lips, and then the right, before giving him a firm kiss. The brunette sighed into the blonde's mouth , opening his lips to allow the other’s tongue to dart inside.
“What did you mean by thixotropic?” Minho asked, pulling away just as Jisung was starting to use his tongue too.
“Oh. Well that you're really solid, but also like liquid?” Jisung tried to explain. Minho laughed loudly.
“What does that even mean bug? You're funny.”
“You're funny.” Jisung shot back with a laugh.
“Mhmm. Come on baby, let's eat?”
Jisung let himself be led to their dining table where Minho had only laid out one pair of chopsticks. Jisung's confusion quickly turned to delight as the older men took it upon himself to feed Jisung, alternating bites between them.
After eating, Jisung was guided back to their bedroom and Minho pulled clean pajamas over Jisung's boxers before running a brush over Jisung's curls.
“You going to brush my teeth too next hyungie?” Jisung asked cheekily.
Minho smirked. “Would you like me to Jisungie?”
“I think, I'm.. I can do it!” Jisung stuttered out and quickly dashed into the bathroom, failing to dodge the gentle spank Minho aimed at his ass as he passed.
Brushing his teeth helped clear his head a little more. Jisung thought about the feeling of kneeling for Minho in the kitchen. It hadn't been planned, they hadn't finished talking about it yet, but it had been better than he'd imagined.
Minho following it up by feeding him had been crazy. Jisung had been so thoroughly cared for. He shivered as he brushed his gums a little too hard and realised that his alpha instincts had been quiet all night too.
Dropping the toothbrush back into the cup he frowned at his reflection. What did that mean for him? Kneeling was just a kink after all, surely that should be for when they had sex? But they hadn't had sex, if anything Minho had completely ignored Jisung's rather obvious erection.
What if Minho thought he was weird?
Jisung scrubbed his face with colder water than he liked in his rush to be finished and go to Minho. Reaching into the cabinet to grab a fresh scent patch to put on for bed he caught sight of his neck in the mirror.
It was bare. He'd been spreading his sour cinnamon scent around the apartment all evening and Minho hadn't said anything. He rushed to put a patch on. Minho must have an iron grip over his inner alpha, Jisung reasoned, after all, if the roles had been reversed Jisung wouldn't have been able to stop himself from growling like a dumb alpha.
—
“Sorry”. Jisung climbed into bed and cuddled up to the blonde.
“Why are you sorry jagiya?” Minho grumbled sleepily. “You weren't gone that long.”
Jisung clutched Minho's shirt tightly. “Ah, no hyung. I forgot to wear a patch during dinner. I'm sorry, it must have been uncomfortable for you.”
Minho grunted and rolled over, flopping on top of Jisung and pressing him down into the mattress.
“You have a cute scent baby bug, I liked it.”
Jisung would normally whine about how heavy Minho was on top of him and the unfairness of how much stronger he was. Instead he was stunned. “But hyung.” He began. “Doesn't it upset your alpha?”
Minho pressed a lazy kiss on top of Jisung's scent patch. “Not one bit. I just want you to be comfortable lovely.”
“Oh.”
“Mhmm.” Minho nipped at his neck. “You liked this evening then?”
“Yes. I- ah!” Minho bit him harder, he'd probably have bruises on his neck tomorrow if he was lucky enough. “I really liked it Minho-hyung.”
“Did you decide if it's just a sexual thing for you?”
It was easier, Jisung realised, not having to look Minho in the eye. “Does it make me a bad alpha if I enjoyed it?”
“No, it just means you're my lovely bug. Did you enjoy it then?” Minho stroked his back patiently.
“I really did. I think I'd like it as a part of sex, but I liked that we did it without having sex too?” The stroking hand reached his bottom.
“Yeah? You want to kneel for me more often, jagi?”
“Can I?”
“Not right now. Hyung means to keep you right here, just underneath me.” Minho rolled their hips together, pressing his hardness into Jisung's.
“Haa-aah, hyung.” Jisung mewled, rolling his hips upwards to meet each roll of the dancer's hips.
They rocked together, pressing into each other more and more as need overcame them. Jisung usually let Minho take the lead in sex, if he thought about it too hard then he'd get lost in thoughts about how great an alpha Minho was.
Minho, who was panting and groaning into Jisung's ear. Minho, who would occasionally lean down towards his neck to bite. All Jisung could do against the pressure of Minho's mouth, his warmth, the wet saliva trails left behind Minho's kisses, and the precum leaking messily from his tip, was to cling to his hyung's shoulders.
“Can I smell you bug?” Fingers curled around the edges of Jisung's scent patch. They hadn't gone beyond kissing without wearing scent patches before. In their early days, Jisung really struggled with the blonde's chestnut scent, and if Minho ever growled at the scent of Jisung, he didn't think he could take it.
Jisung didn't answer. The fingers moved away from the patch and down towards his nipples instead, flicking and pinching at the small nubs.
He gasped. Minho's mouth moved to join the fingers, taking turns to kiss each nipple, before rolling them between his teeth.
“Aah, hyung!”
“Yes Sungie?”
“Love you” Jisung choked out between moans. The fabric of his shorts clung to him from the wetness stemming from his tip.
Minho shuddered. “Tell me again, bug.”
“Love you. I. Minho hyung- I love you.” He was babbling now, volume increasing with each declaration. “Love. I-ahh.” Pressure climbed through his body before finally bursting into a rush of sensation, cum smudged around his hips as Minho continued to rut into him, until Minho too, stuttered and slumped, panting from the exertion.
He pressed a kiss against the side of Minho's head, “I love you.” He said once more.
“Love you too, bug.”
—
He couldn't wait for another chance to kneel for Minho.
Quickly it had become his new favourite thing, and Minho was just as eager to have him kneel. Kneeling in the kitchen during cooking became a regular activity. Jisung kneeling, watching Minho cook, the cats periodically keeping him company. It also became a frequent bedroom activity. Jisung kneeling as Minho undressed. Kneeling as Minho fucked his throat and kneeling as he watched Minho knot his own fist.
When kneeling his brain completely quieted, all the thoughts about how he should be or actually evaporated into a soft fuzz.
It was too easy to let his knees bend and press into the soft carpet of their bedroom. Cushions and pillows had suddenly appeared all over the apartment. Jisung never reached for one, but would politely wait as Minho appraised him, then let Minho choose the correct cushion for his knees to rest on.
Minho's beauty was effervescent from below, Jisung loved watching his sharp, angular jaw move as the elder spoke to him. The words didn't matter, for they too were beautiful, a delicate song that played through his bones and into his soul.
Kneeling was the best.
The problem was that it was too good. Jisung first noticed that he might have a problem with kneeling when Felix and Hyunjin were visiting.
He'd been laughing at Hyunjin, after the tall man had accidentally whacked his elbow on an open cupboard door. The three of them were in the kitchen, making possibly one of the worst ramyeon of their lives when Minho had come home.
The blonde dancer took one look in the kitchen and raised a perfectly arched brow at the mess and Jisung's knees buckled.
Standing was suddenly a challenge. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he stared wide-eyed at his love.
Hyunjin’s cackle brought him out of it, Felix was offering the malformation that was their ramyeon to
Minho in a gremlin voice whilst telling him it could be worse, if Seungmin had been there he'd have put chocolate milkshake powder in it.
A soft hand came to rest at the small of his back as Minho promptly kicked them all into the living room with a promise of a real dinner if they agreed to leave his kitchen alone.
The next time it happened, they'd been outside, a pack picnic at that. Jeongin had suggested taking advantage of the warm spring weather to view the plum blossoms together and everyone jumped to find a time they were all free.
Hyunjin, ever the creative, had sewn four picnic blankets together to make a large mat they could all comfortably sit on.
Everyone had immediately sprawled across the patchwork, lounging over each other comfortably. Jisung had kneeled at one corner. Thankfully, Minho had quickly pulled him into his lap instead. But the quick breathing coming from his hyung suggested that he wasn't unaffected either.
A few more close calls passed before anyone called him out on it.
He was at Felix’s flat this time. Curled up comfortably on the omega's soft periwinkle blue sofa, Hyunjin's arm rested lazily across his shoulders and Felix had flopped over the pair of their laps.
Mistake number one. He was extremely comfortable.
Mistake number two. He was too nosy for his own good.
Mistake number three. He decided to interfere a little.
“Lix,” Jisung began, playing with the smaller blonde's hand. “What happened between you and Channie-hyung in the end? You both seemed a little awkward at the park?”
Hyunjin shook his head slightly at Jisung in warning.
“It's just-” Jisung continued, ignoring the other alpha. “You both seemed to be so into each other before?”
Felix had a beautiful scent for an omega, it smelled like Sea Thrifts according to Chan. Soft and honey like with a hint of the sea. It was perfect for him, Hyunjin had gifted them all paintings that represented their individual scents and Felix's was hung in his living room. The pink flowers had looked like stars against the ocean blue they'd been painted on. Jisung's painting had been placed in his closet, Hyunjin had long given up on asking him if he had done anything with it.
Jisung understood his mistake the moment the honey sea smell wilted into sourness.
“He just wants to be friends.” Felix said quietly. Hyunjin removed his arm from Jisung to gently stroke Felix's arm. “I thought he liked me too. Then out of the blue he said that he'd rather be my friend. I like him so much but my alpha doesn't want me back.”
“Only because he's an idiot Lixie.” Hyunjin soothed. “Anyone can see how much you care for each other. Even other idiots like Sung.”
“Hey!” Jisung weakly pushed at Hyunjin's shoulder in retaliation. “I'm not an idiot. Sorry Lix for bringing it up, you don't have to talk about it unless you want to.”
Felix smiled sweetly in return. “It's okay, it's probably for the best anyway. There's stuff he doesn't know about me, he probably wouldn't want me if he did. Maybe this is easier?”
“What? Why would you say that Lixie? You like him don't you? Hyung said he thought you weren't interested because you weren't replying to him.”
Pink burst across Felix's cheeks. “Oh. Oh, I am an idiot, I was enjoying the chase too much wasn't I? It doesn't matter. We're better as friends anyway. I don't know how I'd feel if he knew and then rejected me.”
Jisung caught Hyunjin's eyes, his thick dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “If he knew what, Felix?” Hyunjin asked, looking down at the omega on his lap.
“I don't want to talk about it.” Felix snapped. He closed his eyes, took a breath then looked directly at Jisung. “Nevermind about Chris. What's going on with you lately? You seemed in your own world at the picnic Sungie?”
Hyunjin looked like he wanted to prod Felix a bit more, but seeing the beacon of red that had lit up Jisung's face seemed to make him forget all about Felix’s words.
“Oh? You did seem a bit distracted, Sungie? In the kitchen at yours too, you seemed a little more distracted by Minho than usual.”
“Yessir. Share with the class Jisungie.” Felix was grinning widely now, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Ugh. We've just been trying something new, that's all.”
Mischief met mischief as his two friends shared a look of delight.
“In the bedroom? Since when were you both so kinky?”
Jisung pursed his lips into a pout. Hoping that if he gave them enough of a wide-eyed look they would take pity on them.
Felix licked his lips. “You subbed for him didn't you? Was it good?”
“Yes. It was– it was really good and now I can't stop thinking about it.” He mumbled, shaking his head just enough to let his curls fall over his eyes. It didn't stop him from seeing the look on Felix and Hyunjin's faces, but it did make it more difficult to.
“Aww Sungie, that's great that you enjoyed it so much! But you keep slipping now?” Felix probed.
Jisung averted his eyes. “I don't mean to.”
“Why do you like it?” Hyunjin asked. Which was fair, Jisung supposed, of course Hyunjin wouldn't get it, he was a good alpha, he probably never wanted to submit to another.
Jisung looked away from his friends. Felix shifted to be fully sat on his lap. Small hands framed Jisung's face as he pulled their faces together, forcing eye contact as their noses brushed.
“How did it make you feel, Sungie?”
“I felt calm. Like nothing could make me feel any pressure. Like it didn't even matter that I was an alpha.”
Felix brushed Jisung's hair off of his brow. “You know Sungie, if it's the two of you I think it'll be okay to say it. But please don't tell anyone.” He took a hand from both Jisung and Hyunjin's laps, squeezing them tightly. “I was bitched. I was born an alpha.”
“You were bitched?” Hyunjin asked cautiously.
“Mhmm. I couldn't afford to transition medically and whilst it's a lot of paperwork, the traditional methods weren't too difficult. I did it before I met any of you. So you wouldn't have known what I was like before.”
“Why did you transition?” Jisung asked, transfixed. Felix was running his thumb softly across Jisung's hand. The hand that held Hyunjin's was still.
“It was too much pressure to be someone I was not. There's a lot of toxicity in how people think alphas should behave, but I– I wanted something else for myself. I idolised the thought of nesting and I envied the people around me who went through heat. It all felt so right. It still does. I feel like I am who I was born to be.”
Hyunjin looked alarmed. “But to be bitched? Wasn't that difficult?”
Felix shook his head firmly. They'd all heard the horror stories of alphas pinned down and forcibly turned. “No, it was euphoric. The entire time I was thinking, oh, this is what it should be like. I loved it. I wasn't scared at all.”
Jisung looked on in awe. Felix was so much braver than he'd realised. “Felix.” He exclaimed, then stopped unsure about how to put his feelings into words.
He tried again. “Felix. You're incredible.”
“Thank you, I know.” Felix replied and promptly squeaked as Hyunjin pulled Felix and Jisung into a tight hug, before announcing how proud of Felix he was. They stayed in that hug for a long time just breathing in the soothing honey-sea scent of Felix.
—
“Is it the action of kneeling that you like, or the submission of the action?”
Jisung paused in the middle of pulling up his trousers. It was early in the day for him, he hadn't even gone into the office yet.
“Sorry, what?” He looked over at Minho, his hyung was sprawling over the bed, taking full advantage of having it to himself.
“I was just wondering, jagiya. If it's a kneeling thing, or if it was a submission thing. For example, if I told you to wear your blue denim jeans, instead of those black sweats.” Jisung looked at said sweatpants, they were really comfy and he was going to be in the office all day.
“Let's try, shall we Jisungie? You'll let hyung dress you, won't you?” Jisung swallowed at the light, airy tone used by the other. He nodded slowly, keeping eye contact all the while. “Kneel then baby.”
Jisung kneeled, sweats still pooled around his knees. Through lowered eyelashes, he watched as Minho went through Jisung's wardrobe. Then Minho's. Carefully, Minho laid a heap of clothes on the bed before rooting through their drawers and pulling out socks and underwear.
“Stand Jisung.” Minho ordered moving over towards him. Jisung took a second to move, sluggish. Minho pulled him up firmly. Then knelt to help Jisung out of his clothes, before holding out a pair of plain black briefs. He guided each of Jisung's legs inside and carefully tugged them up over Jisung's legs until they were snug against Jisung's buttocks. A firm squeeze signalled Minho's retreat to the bed, where he fetched the blue jeans he'd mentioned.
They were also slowly guided into his legs, he had to wriggle his feet as Minho hiked them up into place. Minho's hands were almost clinical as they zipped him up and buttoned the top.
When Minho brought out the t-shirt, Jisung broke. He growled immediately at the chestnut smell covering the top.
Minho was undeterred.
A hand found the scruff of his neck, staying put even as it made Jisung squirm and growl.
“Baby.” Minho chided. “Don't you want to be good for me? Kneel again baby. Let's see you looking pretty on the floor.”
His knees wouldn't co-operate, but the pressure on his scruff increased as Minho pushed him down onto his knees instead.
Jisung looked up at the blonde. His charcoal eyes stared blankly down at him with no trace of anger.
“Isn't that better?” Minho asked softly, fingers trailing up from the scruff of his neck to the curls tangled at the base of his head.
“Yes Minho-hyung.” Jisung replied breathlessly. Minho hummed.
“When we're like this, maybe you'd like to call me something else?”
Something else? Jisung struggled to think “like sir? I can call you sir? Or alpha?”
Minho shook his head. "No, not sir, or master Jisungie. You're kneeling for me because you love me aren't you?"
"I adore you."
"Then you call me something that shows that adoration."
There was only one word that came to mind.
“Darling?”
Minho's face softened, “perfect baby, you chose so well little bug. What should I call you?”
“Omega, darling. Call me omega.” Jisung resisted the urge to look away, and received a kiss to the tip of his nose for his efforts.
“Yes, that's right. Hyung's pretty omega on his knees. Shall we try again? Pretty omega's like you should wear their hyungs scent shouldn't they?”
“Yes darling.” Jisung intoned, no longer struggling with growling at the other. Instead he placidly lifted his arms over his head to allow the other to drape the chestnut drenched t-shirt over his body.
A soft grey hoodie followed, Minho zipped it up to the top, covering most of the chestnut scent.
A hand stroked under his chin. “Good, bug.” Minho praised, before pulling him to his feet.
Even after the fog left his brain, the chestnut scent did not bother him as it usually did. His body just accepted it, as Jisung had always wanted it to.
Chan and Changbin said nothing about it at work, they gave him some questioning looks, but kept the chat light and focused on the music.
Jisung was thankful, he wasn't sure what he would say if they'd asked. He wasn't sure how he even felt about it all.
It was nice however, to tug the zip down slightly just to smell chestnuts clinging to him. Especially, as he could do it without growling for the first time.
He felt owned. Loved. Kneeling had been revelationary, this? Allowing Minho to decide how he should dress?
He wanted more.
At lunch time he messaged Minho.
Jisung:
What should I eat for lunch darling?
Minho-hyung:
What about that pork bone soup you like bug?
Jisung:
Yes darling, I'll send you pictures.
Minho-hyung:
Such a good omega you are.
—
It slipped into routine easily enough. At home, Jisung had begun calling Minho darling more than anything else. Letting Minho take charge outside of the bedroom has nearly completely stopped the part of Jisung's brain that compared their alphas.
Rather than feel like Minho was a better alpha than him, he focused on enjoying the floating headspace Minho would place him in.
When he forgot himself, gentle hands would calmly direct him to his knees and he would float away, forgetting all threats to his alpha, and leaving just his love for Minho, his darling.
They talked about it periodically, Minho ensuring Jisung was as comfortable as possible. Jisung checking that he wasn't putting too much onto Minho's shoulders.
He hadn't growled at Minho for weeks now. Contrary to his beliefs, Jisung's alpha had quieted the more he submitted to Minho.
Minho now chose for him: clothes, food, movies. He didn't have to worry about deciding what he wanted anymore. If there was something he wanted, he just had to ask. Then Minho would praise him for asking and accommodate it immediately.
He rarely asked. Minho understood him too well. The clothes he was dressed in always had at least one item drenched in Minho's scent in mimicry of a claim of ownership and alpha might give an omega.
Slowly the style of clothes was starting to change. More soft fabrics were being introduced, still in the darker shades Jisung preferred, but more delicate. Instead of boxers or briefs, Minho would give him panties, with frills and lace. The first time, Jisung had whined in embarrassment. Now, he shivers every time he feels the drag of lace against his skin.
Minho would still give him the oversized hoodies that Jisung loved, but underneath, the tops gradually became more and more cropped, showing off his soft belly and thin waist.
Around his neck, Minho would drape thin velvet collars or chunky silver chains; he never left it bare, perhaps reminding Jisung that he was owned.
Submission had given him freedom from the burden of having to feel like an alpha. There was no expectation of him to be strong at all.
It was Felix, not Minho that he first voiced it to.
They were curled up together on the green sofa in Jisung and Minho's living room. Felix had draped blankets over them and they had been sleepily watching old Antonio Banderas movies in an attempt to cheer Felix up over the Chan situation.
“What was it like?” Jisung asked, voice muffled as he buried his head in Felix's shoulder.
“What was what like, Sungie?”
Jisung nuzzled Felix a little. “Being bitched? What was it like?”
“Oh. Oh! Sungie? It was good, for me at least. I felt like I was finding my skin, you know?”
“No. I mean, what did you have to do? You didn't take the medical route right?”
Felix paused the film. Antonio Banderas froze mid tango.
“Was it difficult?” Jisung asked, as quiet as a mouse.
“No.” Felix smiled at him. “Not really, the research I did was scarier than the event. There was a lot of paperwork to prove consent that I had to do. A few doctors visits before and after to make sure I was okay and then the bitching itself. It wasn't easy Sungie, but it was worth it for me.”
Jisung nodded. “How did your family take it, when they found out you were no longer an alpha?”
Felix leaned his head back on the sofa to stare at the ceiling in thought. After a while he replied. “They accepted me Sungie, they wanted me to be happy too.”
“Just like that?”
Felix's smile tightened. “Well, with time it did.”
“You don't think Chan would accept you if he knew too?”
The blonde omega closed his eyes. “Probably, but, I'm a bitched alpha Sungie. Unless I do the medical transition too, I can't have children. Channie-hyung probably wants an omega he can have a family with. Not someone people would whisper about in the streets.”
“Those people are wrong!” Jisung protested, grabbing onto Felix's shoulders. “Who cares about what asshole’s might think! Channie-hyung would never look down on you for that, I just know it.”
“Mhmm.” Felix hummed non-committedly. “Why are you so interested in the bitching process Sungie?”
Jisung swallowed and looked carefully at Felix. “I'm thinking about it. I hate being an alpha. When Minho dominates me it's like it all goes away and I feel free.”
The freckled omega nodded carefully. “Being submissive isn't unique to being an omega Jisung.” He cautioned.
“I know. I think it is for me though. I want to submit to Minho. I don't want to need him to wear a scent patch anymore. I also don't want to be an alpha or deal with ruts or other alpha bullshit. I want to be an omega. Like you.” Jisung finished his declaration quietly, his eyes darting around the apartment at all the cat pictures on the walls.
“Like me? You want to be bitched?”
Jisung swallowed and took a minute to locate all the cats in the flat. Soonie and Doongie were curled up on the cat tower by the window and Dori was busy making biscuits on the cat bed by the TV.
“I think so? I think the reason I like the kink is because it has been helping switch my alpha instinct off. I don't think it's about kneeling so much as having an alpha look after me. I want to have him as my mate, without my inner alpha making me feel useless. I think I've wanted this for a while.”
Felix made a soft sound next to him. “So you're doing this for Minho?”
“No! I think I always would have wanted this. I've always hated having ruts, my scent is the absolute worst thing on earth and I hate having to pretend I'm okay with having to be strong or in control. Even the thought of using my alpha voice makes me feel sick.” Jisung's face was damp, he hadn't realised that he'd begun crying.
A tissue box was handed to him, after a few minutes of letting it sit in Jisung's lap, Felix took a handful of tissues and carefully began to wipe Jisung's face.
“It's a cruel joke!” Jisung blubbered through his tears. “All I want is to be treated delicately and cared for. And yet my biology goes and makes me an alpha. I don't even like having my knot inside anything, it's just kind of gross. But I think about it you know? How it might feel if Minho didn't have to pull out, if my body could take it?”
Felix paused in his tissue dabbing. “You know.” He paused to throw the damp tissue in the trash. “If you did get bitched. You would need to take your alpha's knot, multiple times.”
Jisung gaped at him in awe. “More than once? Did it not hurt? Minho always pulls out before he knots because he worries that he'll hurt me.”
“It did, at first, but as my body began to release more and more omegan hormones it became really good.”
Jisung pursed his lips into the shape of an o. “How long did it take?”
Freshly blooming sea thrift danced around them as Felix's scent strengthened. “It's different for everyone I believe. It took me six knots. Two in my mouth and the rest in my hole.”
“The mouth too?”
“Mhmm. You have to completely overwhelm and subdue your alpha. It won't work otherwise.”
The brunette tried opening his mouth as wide as possible. It didn't open as far as he'd have liked. “What if it doesn't fit?”
“Well” Felix replied, sing-song. “Then I guess it's up to your alpha to make it fit.”
—-
Next, he spoke with Chan. He'd have to talk to Minho about it too, and soon. However, whilst they weren't an official pack, everyone acted as though they were and that meant that Chan was their pack alpha. If Jisung was going to change himself, then Chan had to know.
Jisung had planned to tell him at an appropriate moment, maybe after work over a late night coffee or over cake in a cafe.
Instead, Jisung blurted it out mid writing session and caused both Changbin to choke on his Iced Americano. Which was at least funny enough that the three collapsed into laughter immediately. Although that might have more to do with the fact that it was nearly 3am.
“Who just says, I want to be bitched in the middle of work?” Changbin bellowed, causing both Jisung and Chan to erupt into further giggles. Then Chan fell off of his chair and the laughter continued for a while.
“Sorry.” Jisung said eventually, trying to look apologetic. He had tears in the corner of his eyes and his cheeks ached.
“Ah, no don't apologise Sungie. Were you serious? Hyung's sorry for laughing.” Chan reassured.
“Yes, but we're at work and it's like three in the morning and–”
“Jisung.” Chan said firmly, his eyes deadly serious with an intensity rarely seen on his friend. “You do not need to apologise for this. Okay?”
He'd used his alpha voice. Jisung was stunned. Chan had never used his alpha voice before.
“Okay, Jisung?” Chan repeated, his sea salt scent thick in the air.
“Yes, hyung. I won't apologise.”
Just like that Chan changed, the harsh glint in his eyes completely evaporated and a relaxed smirk formed. “You've finally made up your mind then? It's about time.”
“You don't think I'm weird? Or wrong?” Jisung started fiddling with the sleeves on the grey striped hoodie he was wearing, stretching the fabric just enough to cover his fingertips.
“No! Absolutely not!” Chan declared. Changbin uttering his support in the background.
“There's nothing wrong with you Jisung. Hyung and I, we're really happy for you. It's been a long time coming hasn't it?”
The youngest of their group nodded with a tentative smile. “It really has. You won't see me any different will you?”
“No, not at all!” Chan rushed to reassure him again, as Changbin loudly interrupted with a “yes, completely.”
Jisung felt his throat tighten, Chan stared at Changbin in horror.
“Of course I'll see you differently Jisung. You'll finally be free to be who you are. How could I not see you with even more happiness?” The three of them cried together for some time. Jisung declaring his love for both of his hyung's, the family he always wanted, he told them over and over again as they told him that they felt exactly the same.
Once everything had settled down and they were getting ready to resume their work, Chan spoke up.
“You should really talk with Seungmin Jisung.”
“I should? Why?” He'd planned to tell all of them, but hadn't had a schedule or method planned out.
“Well, you see. Seungmin told me some time back that, well. Because the paperwork, for the, uhm, the bitching, it's difficult yeah? And you need two beta witnesses and well. Seungmin he, he's already filled it in for you? And had Jeongin sign it too. All it needs is to be dated.”
Jisung couldn't help it. He cried again. He was so very loved.
—-
Telling Minho was hard. It was easier to talk to Felix and Chan about it. With Minho- he wanted to curl up into a ball of nothingness until time decides to skip ahead to a point in the future where he's already said it all.
Not too far into the future however, he didn't want to miss the actual event, just the discussion of it.
Minho knew him too well. Jisung told him so.
“I think anyone would realise something is up if you're hiding under the covers like a turtle in his shell at 2pm on a Saturday.” Bony fingers came to rest on the edges of the blanket Jisung had wrapped around himself. A threat more than a promise.
Jisung buried himself further into the blankets. It was hot and muggy, and there wasn't enough air in the small gap between the blanket and mattress. Then, air. Minho yanked the blankets off of Jisung and flung them onto the floor.
“Hey!” He whined. “Not fair, I was using those.”
“What's wrong bug? You can tell hyung. Who should I kill?”
“No one.” They settled into silence for a few minutes, Jisung still curled into a ball and Minho leaning over him. “You wouldn't kill anyone would you?”
Minho giggled and let the question hang in the air.
“Does this have anything to do with why Kim Seungmin sent me a congratulations card this morning.”
“What? He did not!” Jisung whipped up so quickly the drawstrings of his green hoodie whacked him in the face. “Hyung!”
“He did. All it said inside was ‘lol’ mind. Now, why would Kim Seungmin want to congratulate me hmm?”
Jisung swung his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up. “Can I see the card?”
“You want to see the card? Not the large envelope he left for you?”
“What? When did you even see Seungmin anyway?”
“This morning, we went for coffee.” Minho stood up, offering a hand to Jisung. Jisung took it and let Minho pull him up and into a standing hug. Minho began to shuffle the two of them out of the bedroom without breaking the hug.
“How is he? I meant to see him this week.”
“He told me that if I didn't take care of you well enough he'd be the defence attorney for my murderer.”
Jisung snorted “he has to graduate first.”
“I said the same.” Being shuffled across a room in a hug was not a particularly quick way to travel. Or easy, but nevertheless, Jisung leaned more of his weight against Minho as he laughed at the blonde.
“I thought he wanted to be a prosecutor?”
“I asked him about that. He told me he'd also be the prosecutor to put me in jail if I upset you.”
“If you've been murdered, how would you attend court?”
“I think that would be Kim Seungmin’s problem bug.”
It was easy to talk to Minho. It always was,it was silly, Jisung realised, to ever think it might not be.
“Hyung.” He started. “I don't want to be an alpha.”
“Okay. What do you want Jisungie?” Minho looked down at him calmly. There had been no judgement, or comments on how he should want to be a good alpha, just easy acceptance. It was no wonder, Jisung thought, that he loved Minho so much, kindness seeped out of him like pouring sand.
Every little grain given was a blessing to his life. “I want to be an omega.” Jisung told him, going up onto his tiptoes to give Minho a soft kiss on the cheek. It was warm against his lips, he could feel the curve of Minho's cheek from their matching smiles.
“Let's sit, shall we bug?”
Minho guided them to their sofa, before giving Jisung just enough of a shove to make him topple over onto it. Face in the cushions, Jisung protested, calling out a “Hyung!” Meanwhile, cackling Minho popped into their kitchen to return with two cups of water.
He placed the cup patterned with cats and fish in front of Jisung. And nestled a cup depicting a cat's face in his own hands. Jisung reached out a finger to trace one of the cats on his mug as he shifted to allow Minho to sit down.
The envelope Seungmin had given Minho lay on the coffee table next to their cups.
It was several centimeters thick. Jisung really wasn't looking forward to reading through it. The envelope was still sealed however. Since moving in with Minho the pair had treated letters and post as a free for all, not worried about the name printed on it- most of the time, Jisung left his post for Minho to read trusting that his hyung would let him know if it was important.
Minho leaving this for Jisung to open was another grain of sand.
“I love you.” Minho said as Jisung reached for the envelope. “I will always support your happiness. So I will not question your decision. I love you as you, not because of your secondary gender. However, I do have a question.”
Jisung nodded, encouraging Minho to continue.
“How do you want to do this? I've been putting money away every month to use if you want to go through the medical procedure for the transition.”
Jisung frowned. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Since you tripped over your feet and apologised to a lamppost in front of me.”
A fire truck would be less red than Jisung. “We'd only been dating for a week at that point!”
“Yes, and I thought to myself that one day it would be useful. Either for this or for a house for you. But either way I wanted to use it to build a life with you.”
Minho's voice was steady and soft, his hands brushed against Jisung's knees comfortably. Once again, Jisung was left wondering how he had managed to find someone as wonderful as Minho.
“I've thought about it.” Jisung admitted, watching the hands now resting on his knees. He placed his own over the top of them, marvelled at how, despite being so much smaller than Minho, his hands were much larger.
He took a breath. “I want to do the traditional method. I know it's more paperwork and counselling, but I think it would best help me connect with my inner wolf. I want to share this with you too, not sat in a room surrounded by sterility and strangers in white coats.”
“It's riskier Jisungie. It'll hurt.”
“Only at the start hyung. I've heard that the end is quite fun.” He waggled his eyebrows salaciously and felt Minho's hands pushing his knees at the snort it caused.
“I guess we should read through the documentation then. Minho inclined his head back towards the envelope on the coffee table. Jisung groaned.
They sat like that for the rest of the afternoon, reading over page after page of legalese over alpha to omega transitioning. Each page had post-its attached with Seungmin’s handwriting tidily explaining some of the more complex intricacies.
They were ordering in for dinner when Jisung reached the final page.
At the bottom was a section for signatures, he needed a minimum of five. Three had already been signed.
One by Seungmin as a beta witness,
One by Jeongin as the second beta witness needed.
Another by Chan as pack leader.
There were two signatures left to fill. His own and either a medical professional or the alpha who would bitch him.
His fingers were steady as he grabbed a pen from the clutter on the table.
All it took was a few swishes of the pen and then his signature was there too. He offered the pen to Minho and watched every stroke as it caressed the page just as gently as Minho would caress his hair.
It was done. All they had to do was post it off and in two weeks time he would be granted status as an official omega, provided he attends all the necessary appointments to check that everything is safe and that he is well.
He would be, he wasn't worried about that.
They carefully placed the paperwork back into the envelope, Seungmin’s neat handwriting already displaying the correct address. When Jisung tried to suggest they post it tomorrow because he didn't want to wait anymore, Minho shook his head and stood.
“I'll run bug.” He said flippantly toeing on his black running trainers. “Whilst I'm gone there's something I want my omega to do though.”
His omega. Minho had called him that lots over the last few weeks, when all Jisung could do was pretend it was just a kink and not something he wanted for himself. Now, it felt correct, they should have done this so much earlier, Jisung thought, if only he hadn't been so caught up in the idea of being a bad alpha.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You'll need a nest bug. And, I want to be able to smell my omega, think you can take those scent patches off for me? I'll need to keep an eye on your scent to make sure everything is going well.”
Jisung faltered, he'd been slowly getting used to smelling Minho's chestnut on his clothes, he rarely even growled at it now. However, they had been keeping the patches on.
“If something goes wrong bug, your scent will tell us first.”
Jisung inspected the frayed edges of the green hoodie he was wearing. “But, it smells awful and clashes with your scent.”
“Is that why? I've always thought our scents complimented each other, spiced chestnut.”
“It's so sour though. Cinnamon isn't supposed to smell just sour and spicy. I smell gross.”
“No, no Jisungie, you don't at all. Hyung loves your scent. I'm excited that I'll be able to smell you whilst we do this.”
Jisung reached up to the scent patches hiding the glands on his neck. Minho's eyes left Jisung's face to watch every single movement as he slowly prized each adhesive sticker off of his glands.
Sour, spicy cinnamon began to float around the apartment for the first time.
“Pretty.” Minho breathed. Before shaking his head a little, and with a wave of the envelope in the air, grabbed his keys and left Jisung to make a nest.
Jisung had maybe ten minutes before Minho returned to make the nest that Minho would bitch him in. Except, he'd never made a nest before.
When he'd dated omegas they'd made nests sometimes, for heats or comfort. But they'd always told him not to touch it without permission and even in the nest not to move anything around.
He did the only thing he could think of.
He called Seungmin.
“Why would I know how to put together a nest? Dummy. Call Felix, and could you move two books on Minho's bookshelf for me. He's got that series on Showa Japan right? Put them out of sequence. See if he notices.”
Jisung did, swapping the second and fourth books in the series. “Why though?”
“Ah, I figured it would be funny to see if you would do it. Call Felix okay?” And with a fond chuckle he hung up on the soon to be omega.
He called Felix.
Felix did not answer.
As Jisung decided to look around the apartment for anything that might work for a nest, his phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Lixie:
Sorry
can't talk rn.
With Chris-hyung.
Jisung:
!!!!
You told him?
Lixie:
Am going to.
You okay?
Jisung:
What should I put in my nest?
Lixie:
!!!!
!!!
!!
!
Blankets-
all that you own.
Pillows,
enough for head
and back support.
Clothes- put Minho's dirty clothes
in there,
when your omega instincts wake up, they'll thank you.
Jisung:
Ewwww.
Lixie:
Have fun~~~
Jisung ran into the bedroom and grabbed the bedding off the bed. His cinnamon scent massing in the air behind him.
He looked at the bedroom window, should he open it? The apartment was going to reek of sour cinnamon if he didn't.
He bundled the rose grey pillows and blankets in his arms and walked back into the living room and dropped them in a heap on the rug.
The brunette then dug through the laundry hamper and pulled every t-shirt and jumper Minho had worn the last few days out. They were thrown unceremoniously on top of the heap.
It felt like it was missing something still, so he pulled the couch cushions onto it as well. What else to use? He questioned, it seemed so incomplete somehow.
The shower curtain?
No, that would be weird and he'd never put one up, how would you take it down?
The cat's beds?
Definitely not- they'd need somewhere to sleep.
Then what? Jisung frowned at the lopsided lump of clothes and sheets he'd dumped on top of the rug.
He was just contemplating the shower curtain again when he remembered the existence of towels.
Grabbing Minho's towel from the bathroom he draped it on top of the pile.
It wasn't perfect, it was a mess. There would be no lying on that.
Sorting through it, laying out each individual piece until it was perfect seemed like far too much trouble.
Jisung belly flopped on it instead and pressed down until the heap was vaguely Jisung shaped. It was lumpy and uncomfortable in places. And that was perfectly fine Jisung reasoned, it was all going to be nudged about and messed up over the next few days anyway.
—
“You found everything you want to put in your nest my pretty omega?” Minho called walking into the living room upon his return.
“I've made my nest. Darling.”
“Have you? Hmm. Jisung, let's leave the kink to one side for now can we? I'm not sure I want to be domming you in our normal way whilst bitching you”
“Ah, that's fine, but can I call you darling anyway?”
Minho kissed his forehead “you can pretty. I just want to keep you aware that's all. No floating headspace today okay?”
Jisung hadn't even considered it. “Yeah, that's fine hyung. Next time I'll kneel for you, I'll be your omega right?”
“Silly. You already are my omega.”
Jisung went pink.
Minho knelt in front of him. “I'm going to take my patch off now baby. Are you ready for your alpha's scent? You're doing so well, surrounded with my clothes.” Jisung breathed in tightly as he watched Minho pull each patch off of his neck and throw them on the coffee table.
Chestnut erupted through the room. Toasty and warm, mingling with the sour cinnamon that had already invaded the air. It should be comforting and yet a growl rumbled from Jisung's chest.
Tears of frustration instantly blossomed. He'd been wearing Minho's scent just fine, for a while now.
“Sorry darling.” He choked out. “I really want to be able to smell you, I do!”
A hand found his nape. “You will, pretty omega, it's okay, take a second to adjust to hyung's scent hmm? Deep breaths for me, precious.”
Jisung breathed, looking up at Minho with wet eyes. He didn't growl. Another breath passed and he didn't growl. The chestnut-cinnamon combination was starting to remind him of hotteok sellers in the autumn.
A minute passed by, and still Jisung didn't growl. He closed his eyes and sniffed, taking in their combined scent for the first time since they'd met.
“It's okay, see? It's only you and me, lovely. I love you so much.”
Jisung huffed slightly, “remember when I called you thixotropic darling?”
Minho nodded, brows ever so slightly pinched. Of course the mixing of their scents hadn't made him growl at all, Jisung noted, feeling the bitterness over his alpha swirl around his stomach.
“You really are, it's just you're always so steady for me, but also, soft and kind and gooey.”
“Gooey? I think you're the one who's about to be gooey bug boy.”
Jisung groaned and fisted Minho's cat print sweater. It was so goofy, a thought suddenly struck him. He was going to be bitched by a man wearing adorable knitted cartoon cats.
He burst into laughter and then shrieked when Minho dived on top of him to ask why he was laughing. Minho's fingers grabbed at his waist, then waggled, making him laugh even harder.
When Jisung was thoroughly out of breath and wheezing, Minho relented.
“Ah Jisungie, you're too cute. What am I going to do with you?”
Normally this would make Jisung splutter and turn an alarming shade of red. This time, he gave Minho his greasiest looking wink.
“Why don't you bitch me darling?”
Hunger bloomed in Minho's face as he leaned over him. “Pretty bug wants his alpha's knot?”
The growl that ripped out of him took them both by surprise. Jisung covered his mouth with both hands and mumbled a please from behind tightly woven fingers.
“None of that bug. Your inner alpha is going to complain a little to start with, until it agrees with you that it's better for you to be an omega. Let it complain.” Minho chided. Jisung nodded, wide-eyed. But kept his fingers glued to his mouth, Minho tsked and pulled them away, holding them awkwardly outwards.
“Hyung!” Jisung whined, squirming whilst trying to escape Minho's grip. Again, another reason why being an alpha didn't suit him, even with all his muscles he can't overpower his hyung.
The blonde let him go to deliver a light flick to the forehead. “Okay silly. Where do you want Hyung's knot first?”
Saliva filled Jisung's mouth, he parted his lips wide and pointed towards his tongue. “Here” he tried to say without closing his mouth. “Please.” He stuck his tongue out for extra emphasis.
“It'll be more comfortable if you're sitting up for that one bug.” Jisung began to get into position on his knees when a hand to his shoulder stopped him. “How about crossed legs instead of kneeling? Might help keep you out of that headspace.”
Jisung nodded eagerly, switching to the correct position. A hand gently grabbed his jaw.
“This might hurt Jagiya, are you sure?”
“Yes hyung. It's okay, I really want this.” Minho's hand tightened on his jaw pulling it downwards. Jisung eagerly stuck out his tongue once more.
Minho watched him appraisingly, before roughly sticking two fingers onto Jisung's tongue and pressing down.
“You have such a small mouth jagi. Will hyung's knot even fit that cute space?” Jisung tried to move his mouth to speak in protest but the hand on his jaw tightened. “Uh-uh, let your alpha worry about that, you just need to sit and be your pretty self.”
Minho removed his fingers from Jisung's mouth and held it out to Jisung, palm flat. Confused, Jisung placed a hand on top of it. It was wet, slicked with drool from his mouth and Jisung's nose scrunched slightly at the sensation. Minho moved Jisung's hand to his thigh, placing it firmly against the muscle.
“If it gets too much and you need a break or need to stop for any reason then you should tap three times or pinch. Can you show me you can do that bug?”
Jisung rolled his eyes, Minho's hand tightened on his jaw. “Ow!” he shrieked and tapped Minho's thigh thrice.
Minho let go of his jaw. “See bug, you did well baby. Keep that pretty mouth open now whilst alpha gives you his knot.”
The loudest growl Jisung has ever made ripped out of his mouth, Jisung jumped in alarm at himself. Minho didn't react. Keeping his palm tight to Minho's thigh, he took a second to breathe, then opened his mouth wide once more.
Minho dragged his grey sweatpants downwards and freed his cock. It was already at its full length, red tipped and leaking. Now, Jisung wasn't a stranger to a blow job, but oral knotting wasn't a common practice. Even omega/alpha couples rarely did it- if they did it at all. And Minho was larger than the average alpha, at least as far as Jisung knew, the blonde was certainly larger than he was and ignoring one eye roll, Jisung's previous partners had never seemed that disappointed at his size.
Salted chestnuts burst on Jisung's tongue as Minho tapped it with the tip of his dick three times before pushing inside, stopping occasionally to allow Jisung to adjust. About halfway, Minho paused, before, this was as much as Jisung could manage. Jisung hollowed his cheeks and sucked carefully on the cock in his mouth before his lover became too cautious.
It worked- sort of, Minho groaned as his hips involuntarily snapped forwards causing Jisung to choke. He panicked as Minho started to pull away and tried to push himself further onto Minho's cock.
It worked, above him Minho moaned his name, bit by bit Jisung managed to take more of his alpha's cock into his mouth until finally his nose met the tidy trimmed hair at the base.
Minho paused his thrusting to allow Jisung to get used to the sensation. The back of Jisung's throat was raw and burned. His jaw muscles ached and his mouth seemed impossibly full, and Minho's knot had yet to inflate.
Jisung tried bobbing his head up and down the length, normally he would use his hands more but one hung uselessly at his side and the other stayed tangled in the soft grey cotton of Minho's sweatpants.
Each movement became sloppier as drool slipped from his lips and dripped down Minho's cock.
Jisung tried to hum around it, knowing that it normally affected the other pretty strongly, except normally he'd be humming around the tip rather than the base.
Minho's hips snapped forwards harshly and Jisung felt it just behind his teeth, a lump, growing bigger and bigger until it bumped against the back of his teeth and Jisung's jaw could not stretch any further.
Ropes of cum painted the back of Jisung's throat. Swallowing was a struggle, breathing was a struggle, he didn't know how he managed to keep sucking until the alpha had finished coming. His head felt blurry and light.
Dimly he registered the growl that was brimming from his chest.
Once there was no more cum to swallow, Jisung began to feel restless. His body was still growling uncontrollably; Minho had kindly said nothing about it. Now he was stuck-silenced- and could not even make a single joke about it.
He squirmed, Minho swore from the overstimulation. “Pretty omega.” He murmured to Jisung, “you look so lovely on my cock.”
Jisung struggled to see Minho's face, having to slightly go cross-eyed. Minho's face was as gentle as ever, as he looked down at him.
As Minho's knot slowly deflated, Minho continuously hushed him, telling him the entire time how good of an omega he had been to take his first knot.
The growling eased. Jisung waited until Minho's soft cock had slipped out of his mouth before he moved, stretching and flexing his aching jaw.
“How do you feel?”
“Like my jaw is going to ache like hell tomorrow.”
“Hmmm, you'll be whiny all day. Cutie.”
Jisung flopped backwards onto the heap of nesting materials. “It'll be worth it.”
“It will.” A kiss was placed over the centre of his throat. Jisung closed his eyes, letting the sensation of the next kiss and the one after that wash over him.
Minho took his time in peeling the clothes from Jisung's body and calling him a beautiful omega.
Once naked, Jisung looked at Minho apprehensively. This would be the most difficult part. Lacking the self lubricant that omega's had, was easily fixable. However, the stretch would be more difficult.
“ We'll be thorough Jisungie. It's going to be difficult but I don't want you to be hurt. How are you feeling?”
“Kind of bored hyung. I wish you'd just get on with it really.”
Minho tutted, leaning over him. “Is that anyway to speak to your alpha baby?”
“Sorry darling.” Jisung drew out each syllable mockingly. “I'll be sure to speak to my alpha well, once he starts acting like one.”
His legs were grabbed and pushed upwards towards his head. As they reached the edge of his flexibility he began to grovel. “Ow! Hyung, I'm sorry! I'll be good. I promise.”
“Who will you be good for baby?”
“You alpha, I'll be good for my alpha.”
“You always are my love. Such a good omega for me.” Minho cooed, loosening his grip to properly get between Jisung's legs. He began tracing Jisung's collarbone with small kisses and bites.
The click of the lube made Jisung's breath catch in his sore throat. They'd had sex loads, and Jisung had always preferred bottoming, but he'd never experienced a knot down there.
A wet finger rested on his entrance. “Ready pretty omega?”
Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded.
The finger moved away. “Alpha asked you a question, Omega.”
“Yes! Yes I'm ready. Please darling.”
Jisung had not particularly been paying attention to his own cock during this, anticipating that he might be too stressed or uncomfortable to become hard until later in the process. Instead it was achingly hard and throbbed each time Minho called him his omega.
“Hyung. Please, I need you. Please baby, I love you so much, please touch me.” He babbled, suddenly desperate.
The fingers returned to his hole and one carefully made its way inside.
The familiar mildly uncomfortable feeling did not come. Instead, Minho's finger immediately felt too small. He needed something bigger.
“Knot. Alpha, alpha please knot.” He panted hotly.
“Knot? Baby it's too soon, I need to stretch you first.” A hand gilded over Jisung's hips placatingly.
“No, I can, I need it, alpha you don't understand.” Jisung couldn't quite understand either, the desire had struck him so quickly and it burned in a way that nothing had quite done before.
Minho withdrew his hand and the world fell apart. Jisung cried and pleaded.
“Jagiya.” Minho breathed in wonder, before sniffing the air. “Jagiya, my love. Were you so keen to be bitched that it just took one knot? I've heard that five is the average. But one?”
“I don't care, please I just need your knot so badly.” Jisung cried, barely following Minho's words. He'd tell him later if it was actually important.
Two fingers pressed inside him, it wasn't enough. Then three, he begged throughout every movement, insides burning with the desire for Minho's knot.
“Alright, alright, Jagiya.” Minho soothed after he'd worked him up to a fourth finger. “If you're sure you're ready for your alpha's cock.”
“I am. I'm so sure. I need it alpha, my darling please.”
If Jisung thought the hysteria would ease with the entrance of Minho's cock he was mistaken, if anything it heightened it. Each drag in and out of his walls sung a hundred times louder than it has ever done previously.
Feeling narrowed to his hole around Minho's cock. Jisung's body lacked the strength to move as much as a finger, it was too overwhelming.
The singing inside his body grew louder and his body drew tighter. Minho's knot began to inflate inside him, stretching him further than he'd ever been stretched before. It was addictive, Jisung thought, he could live his life this way, on his alpha's knot, a pretty decoration for a beautiful alpha.
He cried out as Minho wrapped a hand around Jisung's cock.
It was too much and not enough at once. His body sang loudly as he came, cum decorating his stomach. The singing continued, Minho's knot reached its zenith and as Minho spilled inside of Jisung he realised that the singing was in fact purring and that he was purring for his alpha.
If only they had done this sooner. Jisung wanted to feel this way every day.
Minho kissed him and they laughed into each other's mouths, basking in each other whilst they waited for Minho's knot to dissipate. The heat inside Jisung had simmered down, leaving a more pressing feeling.
“Hyung. I love you. You're the best. But can you get off of me? This nest is an abomination and I really need to fix it.”
—
Jisung
Guess who got bitched this morning!
Hyunjin
Congratulations! One less stinky alpha in the world.
I.N
Aren't you a stinky alpha Hyunjin?
Lixie
Wait! What's your scent like now?
Jisung
It's the same
Except it wasn't quite the same, gone was the sour and spicy notes of cinnamon, replaced instead with a buttery, rich sugar cinnamon smell.
After everything had settled down, Minho had carried Jisung to their bed to escape the mess of the nest. Whilst Jisung curled up in the fuzzy blanket that had been dropped on top of him, Minho had gone to the wardrobe.
Minho fished out the painting of cinnamon sticks Hyunjin had gifted Jisung all those years ago and got to work, hanging it next to his own painting of roasted chestnuts.
It was perfect.
They were perfect too.