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As an alpha, Jooyeon loves to bite.
Not in a sexual sense, nor quite in a gremlin kind of sense. It’s instinctual, and maybe because he enjoys chomping down on people’s flesh without actually tearing them apart.
Jungsu tastes like an apple pie, smells like one, too, despite being a little burnt on its crust. Jooyeon will sit on his lap, snuggling comfortably while his chin is busy getting the collar of his shirt to open a little bit more. A sweet and rich scent fills his nose; he sighs in satisfaction before nibbling at the skin. Jungsu relaxes, eventually, pulling Jooyeon up to press them closer and inhaling the younger’s scent. Jooyeon will fall asleep after a while, cozy in Jungsu’s arms with his mouth still busy with the other alpha’s skin.
Seungmin smells the tastiest after his workout session. His natural tangerine scent will blend perfectly with the gym's apple freshener and after-workout musk. Jooyeon jogs to the living room, takes whatever is in his hands, and puts it down. Seungmin will chuckle, let Jooyeon latch onto him. You smell so fucking good, Jooyeon says all the time, inhaling the omega’s scent before biting him in tiny nibbles. After some time, Jooyeon will become whinier, clinging to Seungmin, asking to be carried to wherever Seungmin wants to go.
His relationship (this the-biter-and-the-bit relationship) with Gunil started much earlier. Gunil was also the one who let the members know and softened the blow when Jooyeon started acting up. He won’t mark you, he promised, swore on his life, it’ll be just a nibble—if it becomes more, I’ll take responsibility. Jooyeon loves biting Gunil because he understands. His cinnamon will surround him like a warm blanket as he nibbles on his shoulder. The taste of soap, water, and a very dominant cinnamon feels heavenly yet so grounding at the same time. Hyung, Jooyeon will whine, cracking at the end. Gunil will nod, Go to sleep, he will say.
Jiseok smells like mint and tastes like toothpaste. Maybe it’s his mind playing games on him, but Jooyeon swears his breath becomes fresher after a nibble session with Jiseok. They should make a flavor like you, Jooyeon says, muffled by Jiseok’s thumb in his mouth. Jiseok is minty, with a tang that only humans can have—Jooyeon is sure any candy with Jiseok’s scent (and flavour) will be everyone’s favourite. Yeah, sure, Jiseok will say, pressing his thumb on Jooyeon’s tongue.
But out of everyone, Hyeongjun is Jooyeon’s favourite. He is a beta, with no scent, with no flavour except the most normal human taste ever—nothing. Hyeongjun’s taste will follow whatever he applies at that moment: soap, lotions, even cologne. You can get poisoned, he will say to Jooyeon, concern on his face. I don’t mind. Jooyeon doesn’t. He will nibble on Hyeongjun's smooth skin or his calloused fingers and savor it. Though he loves it when Hyeongjun hasn’t showered, hasn’t smell like nothing but himself. Jooyeon loves the natural human’s musk on Hyeongjun, biting his neck slowly and chewing on his skin.
“You sure love chewing me.”
Jooyeon nods, sleepy and pliant. “I love you.”
“Of course.”