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Omega (3)

Summary: Your future meets your past.

pairings: omega!seonghwa x omega!reader, referral to omega!wooyoung x reader, slight wooyoung x alpha!san

c/w: angst, smut, fluff

a/n: I was provoked (I also got lazy at the end, I'm sorry)

w/c: 6.5k

net: @mirohs-aurora-society

Masterlist

Since you'd left his apartment that day, you've been Wooyoung's Roman Empire. There wasn't a day that he didn't think of you at least once, even now that he'd been with San for a good 5 years now. You were once his closest friend, and he'd had the closest form of intimacy with you. He did love you, he will say it until the end of his days, even if no one will believe him. He was just scared. And he loved San, too.

So why would he give up one thing that he loved that was societally accepted in favor of another that was not?

He'd never let anyone tell him that it was simply because you were not worth it. He'd never let anyone say that, and he'd never let you think that.

Even if it was true.

Because what else could it have been? He loved you, but he did not love you more than he cared for his reputation. Sacrificing his probably greatest love for a comfortable love.

He didn't have the heart to say that he regretted it since San was still his partner, but there would always be a tiny part of him that looked at San and wondered what would have happened if he had picked you. If he had not ruined everything, even your friendship.

"You are spiraling," the voice of his partner said as a finger poked between his crunched eyebrows. Wooyoung sighed, opening his eyes and looking at San from where he laid on the bed.

San put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in question, "Is there anything that would make you feel better? We're supposed to be on vacation."

Wooyoung let guilt permeate his veins. San was right here, and they were on a couple's vacation to the city. Wooyoung had told San that he wanted to explore and take pictures, and San surprised him with a fully planned week in an Airbnb apartment.

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung said, smiling wearily at his partner, "Maybe I should do some grocery shopping to clear my head."

San smiled, "Okay. Do you know what you want to make for dinner tonight?"

Wooyoung distracted himself, if at least for a moment, by reciting the groceries he needed to make dinner out loud to San while San wrote it down. Wooyoung could have typed it into his phone, but this was more fun.

"Do you want me to come with you?" San asked, and Wooyoung waved him off, "No, I'm okay. I just need to clear my head. I'll be back."

The grocery store wasn't far, just about a block and a half away. The air was cool, but not enough that he could see his breath. He actually would have preferred to celebrate the holidays in the city as opposed to this spontaneous weekend, but he was still excited for the rest of the week.

When he stepped into the grocery store, it wasn't that crowded, to his surprise. A worker greeted him, and he returned it, making his way through the aisles. The sound of a little girl laughing, her footsteps indicating that she was running made Wooyoung smile.

Daughters.

He bit his lip again. He wanted kids with San, sure, but not at the risk of them being daughters. Daughters were for you. He couldn't think of daughters without imagining their shining eyes and bright smiles being identical to yours.

Kids wouldn't happen any time soon.

He had been especially melancholy these days. He didn't know why. Something in him told him to be alert, his hairs standing on end for no apparent reason. It had gotten especially bad since coming to the city.

He let out a sigh, going into the next aisle to grab ramen when he suddenly froze. There was a voice. It kind of sounded like yours. He was surely mistaken, though. He'd been thinking about you so much that he was now hallucinating, he would have concluded...

...if you had not been standing right there.

You had a shopping basket hanging in the crook of your elbow as you looked at the ramen packages. He noticed the ones already in the basket, your favorite brand. His heart clenched to know that it hadn't changed.

But you. You had changed.

You were glowing. Happy. It was radiating off of you in waves like it never had before, not even while you were with him. What had changed in your life for you it to manifest physically on you like this?

He didn't realize he was staring until he heard your gasp. He refocused his eyes to find that you were looking right back at him, frozen just as he was.

You don't know how long you stood there, looking at the ghost from your past look at you like he saw a ghost. You didn't know whether to pretend you didn't know him, although that would be hard considering the eye contact you were maintaining right now, or say hello. He was a part of your past, a dark part. Even though you were over it, moved on from him for a long time now, the ugliest memories in your mind still came forth, making old wrong feelings resurface.

Wooyoung would never let you think it, but you did anyway. I wasn't worth it to you.

"Y/n!" he suddenly said, shaking and breathy, a pacifying smile on his face. You didn't move as he approached you tentatively. He wanted to be civil. He didn't deserve to be anything more or less than that.

You still didn't say anything, but he didn't let how much that bothered him show on his face, "It's- it's been a long time... how are you...?"

Your irises shook as you figured out what you wanted to say to him. You'd thought about it for so long, countless nights, before and after Seonghwa, thinking about everything you'd spit at him about how he had betrayed you, all the things you were too emotional to say that final night.

But you found that you were just as emotional now, unable to string the words you wanted to say together.

Wooyoung tried hard not to frown as he said again, "You look happy."

That prompted you to say something, giving way for a smile on your face that took Wooyoung's breath away. "I am...so happy." You would never pass up the opportunity to tell someone how grateful you were for the life you lived.

"That's good," Wooyoung said, his own happy facade wavering. "Um, your favorite ramen is the same."

"Oh. Yeah," you mumbled, looking down at your basket. This interaction was awkward. Once upon a time you never could have imagined this kind of tension with Wooyoung. It was awful and you both hated it, but while Wooyoung wanted the atmosphere to improve, you wanted to avoid it entirely.

You could see that he was trying to reconcile, but you didn't want to reconcile. He could see that, too, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

"I- Can I just tell you how sorry I am-?" "We're in the middle of a grocery store," you cut him off, "I hardly think this is the place where we should put aside our differences and become friends again, not that that was an option in the first place."

Wooyoung's heart sank, "Y/n-" You cut him off with a sigh, rubbing your temples with your middle fingers making Wooyoung feel pathetic. "I don't want to be angry or rude," you said softly, "But I don't think I can be anything else to you."

"I know," he was quick to say, "And you have every right to." "I don't need you to tell me that."

You were short with him, and that made him want to cry.

"Y/n, please," he whispered, "I love you."

"You don't get to say that to me," you chuckled helplessly in disbelief at what you were hearing.

"I never stopped," he tried to convince you, his hand grabbing the fabric of his shirt right above where his heart was beating so hard he thought he had some kind of arrhythmia, "I was wrong, I know, but you have to see where I was coming from back then."

"I do see that," You said, lips pressed into a thin like as you looked at him with no remorse, "But ruining my entire life didn't have to be a part of that."

"I was scared," He whispered ashamed, "You know I was scared."

"You didn't ever tell me that," you replied bluntly, "You were the one who played around too much and got us caught, yet I was the one blamed. Blamed for something that you used to reassure me over and over again wasn't wrong."

Sparks flew in a dangerous way, akin to lightning, between the two of you: two heartbroken people broken by the same person. Wooyoung broke your heart and his along with it. This was all his fault and he knew it.

"You know Yuna ended up with one of the other dance teachers in the school," he said, trying to make conversation, "An omega. They're getting married in-"

"Why did you think that would make me feel better?" You asked him, genuinely baffled at his gall. He gulped, "Our town is progressing... you... I'm sure if you came back you'd be welcomed with open arms."

You shook your head, a helpless smile coming to your face, "I'm happy here."

"Come on, y/n, please-" "What happened to San?" you suddenly asked. He stilled and let guilt eat him again. You got your answer, disappointment etched across your face.

"He knows that I love you," Wooyoung tried to defend, though San didn't know that he still loved you and thought about you and wished he was with you-

"What do you want me to do?" you asked, exasperated. "Forgive me!" he said desperately, "Forgive me and come back."

"Wooyoung," You scoffed, your chest welling up with emotion, "You- I was a dirty little secret to you. You never loved me proudly while I would have- I would have fought everyone who spoke ill of you just for loving me, but you ruined not only what we had, but my life. I lost my job, my parents..."

Wooyoung did realize the gravity of his accusations against you after you had moved out, whispers of you being wrong continuing even after you left. At the time, even though he felt guilty, it still relieved him to know that he avoided being talked about like that, only to realize that it wasn't the fact that you liked omegas that they thought was wrong. It was the fact that they thought you'd forced yourself on him. When in reality, you could consider it the other way around.

He'd went to your parents to try and clear your name, at least to them. They told him that he didn't have to defend his abuser, and he yelled at them that you were nothing of the sort. They only looked at him with pity. "Whatever the case may be, it was embarrassing for us to tell people she couldn't keep an alpha, and it was worse when everyone found out that she liked omegas. Really, it's better for everyone that she's gone. Even her."

Your father's words had been so callous, Wooyoung wondered what he must have said to you, when this was supposed to be considered him being polite. His heart continually ached for you.

But he persisted, even though he didn't deserve to. "I was wrong!" he pleaded, "But I- I can be better now-"

"I don't want that," you whispered, eyes closed as you attempted to control the wobble of your lower lip, "I don't need you to be better now, not when it's easier for you. I needed you when times were hard. I needed you to be proud to love me and stand in the face of everyone who tried to hurt us. But you hurt me instead. Instead of being proud to love me, you were ashamed of me. You lied when you told me you didn't think it was wrong, and you proved that when you threw it away for what was easy."

Wooyoung finally let the tears spill, and you let one out, too, the emotion in your voice raising into your throat, "I needed you to love me proudly. Now, I have-"

The giggles Wooyoung had heard earlier were suddenly right next to him as a toddler pushed passed him, barreling into your legs.

"Hwayoung!" a man with beautiful hair and a sharp nose, scolded the child, "You can't do that!" He grabbed her by the sides of her jacket, pulling her toward him as she protested, and Wooyoung smiled at the man politely. "Beautiful kid."

"Thank you." But the man didn't say it.

Wooyoung's head turned to you as his neck was a rusted door hinge. You said it. It took him a minute to process why you said thank you, before he looked at the man, again: Seonghwa, who was now looking between you and him, confused.

Wooyoung took the man in. He was much taller, his features sharp, but yet delicate, his hands cradling his child against his chest. Beautiful. He was beautiful, and he was yours.

And he was an omega.

And this was your-

"This is my daughter," you said, fondness dripping from your voice despite the situation as you addressed your child that had clearly become the new elephant in the room, "Hwayoung."

Daughter. Daughters. Your daughter.

Daughters. Daughters. Daughters.

It rang in his head like an incurable tinnitus as he eyes were blown wide, looking at your beautiful little girl again.

You did have daughters. Just not with me.

He took a deep breath, and you realized the extend of Wooyoung's shock at this new revelation.

You put a hand on Seonghwa's arm, "Can you do the rest of the shopping? I'll be right with you."

"Of course," he said quietly, looking warily at Wooyoung who was still in a concerning state of shock, "Did you get the ramen?"

"I got mine, and yours-" The one she had been holding in her hand had been for Seonghwa. Wooyoung didn't notice that it had been different from what was already in the basket. Wooyoung's heart clenched further.

"I didn't get Hwayoung's, though. I'll find it and bring it to you when I'm done here."

When you're done here. Wooyoung was now a temporary fixture in your life. Worse than temporary. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Unimportant.

"Okay," he said, kissing your cheek: an unintentional but clear sign that you were his that did not fly over you or Wooyoung's heads. It made you swoon, and it made Wooyoung want to throw up.

"I confided in you... I told you that no one had ever felt right before you-" "Well was that because it was me or was it just because I'm an omega?" "It's because of you and you are an omega!" You exclaimed, "We- we talked about daughters, Wooyoung-"

"Y/n- that was never going to happen," he said, making your stomach drop, "We're omegas, I'm- you're not- you're not an alpha. I love you, but you're not an alpha. It was never gonna-"

"I was never serious to you."

He was the one who considered you almost as a fling. Even though your hearts were intertwined as friends for longer than he could remember knowing how to walk, somehow he thought he would ever be able to let you go.

But the reality was that he was the one that was only a momentary stepping stone for you.

You had moved on, but Wooyoung could never forget you.

"Okay," Seonghwa said, eyeing Wooyoung one more time, "Don't stress out too much, okay? It's not good for the baby."

Another arrow to his heart. Was he finally dead now? Could he finally be at peace?

Of course not, and he didn't deserve to be.

Wooyoung's breath left his throat shakily and you patted Seonghwa's arm for him to leave. "Bye, uncle!" your extraverted daughter said sweetly with a wave behind Seonghwa's back, and Wooyoung could only wave back with the saddest smile you'd ever seen on him.

"Daughters," he whispered, "You had daughters... with someone else."

You looked at him pained. You weren't pained by him, but for him. It seemed that he really had been affected by your "break up" if you could even call it that, than you had assumed, but you were still angry.

"I thought we-, we talked about daughters." You let out the coldest laugh you'd ever produced. "That didn't stop you all that time ago," you spat, blood rushing to your head.

"Y/n-" "I wanted daughters with someone who'd love me proudly," you said, not caring much for your volume anymore, allowing Seonghwa to hear your conversation from wherever he was in the store. His heart broke for you. So this is Wooyoung.

"You fooled me into thinking that you would, but I wasn't fooled again," you cried, "Now I have that. I have another omega who loves me without fear."

"It can't have been that easy," Wooyoung tried to say, but you shook your head. "It's never easy, even if it's societally acceptable," you said, "But he went against everything he thought was normal, everything he was used to, just to be with me. I was more important to him."

Wooyoung shoved his teeth into his bottom lip, looking down.

"I'm sorry that you still love me," you choked, "But it was never fair to me that you only loved me behind closed doors. I- Once upon a time, I thought I was just born wrong, but it turned out that I just deserved better."

Wooyoung let out quiet sobs.

"And I found it." And it's not you, Wooyoung.

Wooyoung wiped his tears, nodding in reluctant acceptance. "Right," he sniffed.

He looked at you one more time, taking in your beautiful form. He took in all the parts of you that he didn't get to watch form. He imagined that under your shirt, there were stretch marks that was proof of your motherhood. He saw the happy weight you'd gained in your face. He saw the ever so small curve of your tummy, indicating the second child he knew you hoped was another daughter, but would be just as happy with a son.

"Congratulations," he whispered. "Thank you," you said in the same tone.

He gave one last assured nod and turned away. You watched his back until he turned into the other aisle. You didn't know that he had immediately put his shopping basket down and walked straight out of the store, struggling to contain himself until he got outside, sobs choking as he mourned.

This was the life he had wanted with you.

He loved San, but this was his dream, and he let it go. Achieving dreams were never easy. He shouldn't have expected himself to be satisfied taking the easy way out.

San could smell the reason why Wooyoung had come back so soon, breaking down further than he seemed to already have in his arms. You.

San never thought ill of you. He felt almost worse than Wooyoung knowing that he'd hurt you so terribly. You were a good partner to him once upon a time, he just knew that he wasn't what you wanted, even though you desperately tried to make him feel like you did. He appreciated that, but he knew you were putting yourself into a box that you didn't fit into. He didn't want you to hurt yourself anymore.

He didn't realize that it'd result in the box you'd ended up fitting in crushing you. And it seemed that now it was crushing Wooyoung.

"I messed up," Wooyoung blubbered, "She's in love, and she has a daughter, and she's pregnant, and she's happy."

San rubbed Wooyoung's hair comfortingly. "I already know you asked for her to take you back."

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung whimpered. San sighed, "We'll get through it, but this... we wished her the best, didn't we?"

Wooyoung nodded, heaving his breaths, "It still hurts, though. To see what I lost."

San put his hand on Wooyoung's cheek, smiling reassuringly, "Lost one thing to experience another. There's no time to regret me. Now we have all the time in the world to make a life that makes you just as happy."

I don't think I'll ever get to that point. But he would. Life moves on, and even if it hurt, he would move on, too.

Just like you did.

Seonghwa looked at you, worried as you came back to him with a pack of chicken ramen with a low spice level for your daughter, a blank look on your face.

"Are you okay, my love?" he asked, putting Hwayoung down who immediately gravitated towards her mother. You picked her up and put the ramen in Seonghwa's basket. You didn't answer.

"Amma~," Hwayoung cooed, "That uncle handsome." There were stars in her little eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle, wiping the hair out of her face to admire her eyes that looked just like her father's.

"He is handsome, huh?" you entertained with a chuckle. "Was he your friend?" "He was," You murmured, "But not anymore."

"Aw," she said with a pout, but didn't complain, squirming out of your hold.

"If Amma puts you down and you start running again, I'm putting the sweets you wanted back on the shelf," Seonghwa threatened and she gasped, looking at you to defend her.

Your mood instantly lifted, looking at Seonghwa with faux rage as you pressed your cheek against your baby's.

"How dare you!? My princess gets all the sweets she wants!"

Seonghwa smirked at the playfulness that you both knew would get you in trouble later. You weren't supposed to disagree with Seonghwa in front of Hwayoung, but you couldn't help but tease him sometimes.

"Well, if she doesn't run away, then she does! Simple," Seonghwa said, raising a brow at his daughter.

She pouted, crossing her arms. You put her down and found that she was pouting too hard to think about running again making both you and Seonghwa chuckle. Your husband looked at you again, "I asked you a question."

"I don't know," you replied instantly. Am I feeling okay? Was that cathartic or do I regret not forgiving him?

You didn't have the patience to think about it while you were supposed to be getting groceries. "Can I give you a better answer after I go home, shower, lay in bed and see if I cry?"

Seonghwa knew the answer already, drawing you in for a hug and letting you dig your nose into the fabric of his coat. He instinctually grabbed the hood of Hwayoung's own coat as he could sense her about to dart away while he wasn't looking.

"I'm sorry," your voice was muffled. You pulled away to look at him as your arms snaked around his waist, "Look at me getting upset over an ex."

"He was your best friend," Seonghwa said, putting the basket down to cup your cheek, "Your feelings for him are much more complicated than just your ex."

"I know," you murmured, closing your eyes, "But my feelings for you transcend all of that, so I shouldn't still be feeling hurt by him. My feelings shouldn't be complicated anymore. I hate him."

"You don't hate him," Seonghwa rationalized, "You hate what he did."

"And I can't forgive him," You said tightly and he nodded, "And that's okay. You told him what you needed to. The best revenge is a life well lived."

"And I got the perfect life that I wanted," You whispered, making Seonghwa smile, his expression filled with his love for you.

"Exactly," he returned, giving you a light kiss on the lips.

He pulled away, looking around to see if anyone had noticed your PDA, but it seemed as though you two had gone undetected.

You grinned, "Are you embarrassed by me?" It was a tease, but his eyes widened as you playfully accused him of the very thing you had angrily accused Wooyoung of only moments prior.

"Of course not-!" "I know," you reassured, rubbing your nose against his, "I know you don't like PDA, but I love when people see us."

You pressed your lips to his earlobe as you whispered, "When they see me love on you."

"Okay, that's enough," he said with a satisfied grin, "At this rate we're going to make you double pregnant in the dairy section."

You giggled, looking back down at Hwayoung. "You can let her go, if you grab the rest of the stuff, I'll keep an eye on her."

"Do you think we can get Yeosang or Jongho to watch the baby tonight?" Seonghwa asked, eyes glinting with mischief, but you shook your head, "Jongho's studying for his final exams, and Yeosang has a date. Hongjoong?"

"Hongjoong would fall asleep with the stove on," Seonghwa scoffed, "I am never leaving our baby in a room alone with him. Supervised only."

You laughed, pushing him back slightly, "Then whatever you're planning in your head to distract me isn't exactly going to work then is it?"

"Maybe," he sighed, pouting the same way his daughter was. You kissed his lips one more time before slapping his hand away from Hwayoung's hood, releasing your little puppy back into the store. Seonghwa sighed, watching after her as you reassured him you had her under control, and you took off after her.

She had just gone back to the ramen section, staring in awe at all the colorful packages.

"I want that," she said, pointing at a red packet of 2x Spicy Buldak Ramen. You chuckled, "That's too spicy. I got your favorite one, Hwayoungie, when you're big and like spicy food then I'll get you that one."

Hwayoung pouted again and looked at you, "But you'll but two eggs on my ramen today, right?"

You smiled down at her, ruffling her hair that was done up in two pigtails, curtesy of your darling husband, "Of course~ but appa might get jealous."

"You have to give him three eggs!" You chuckled, holding out two of your fingers to hold as you walked with her through some other aisles, pointing at colorful foods and objects to distract her from how long she had to wait for Seonghwa to finish grabbing what was left on the shopping list.

Turns out it wasn't long; Seonghwa had gotten everything and come to find you to leave before you knew it.

You took some bags from him to take to the car while Hwayoung motioned for him to lean down so she could tell him a secret. "I told amma to give you three eggs!"

Seonghwa gasped, eyes shining, "Really!? Thank you, Hwayoungie!"

She giggled.

At the house, Seonghwa took the liberty of putting all the groceries away while you off Hwayoung's coat and left her to her toys so you could get started on the Ramen.

Seonghwa deliberately brushed past you every time he passed by in order to tease you even though you both knew he had enough room.

When he was done with the groceries, he went to the bedroom to chance, coming back to take over the ramen so that you could do the same.

"It doesn't need that much attention, my love, it's just ramen," he chuckled, kissing your cheek and patting your butt as he dismissed you.

You passed by your calendar on the way to the bedroom when something caught your eye. You gaped. Time had escaped you, and you were surprised Seonghwa hadn't seen it.

"Seonghwa!" you called. "Yeah?" "I think we forgot something!"

Seonghwa turned off the stove before he even got to fry any eggs to come to you, paying attention to whatever it was you were looking at. He, too, gaped.

"How did I forget," he murmured, blush coating his cheeks. "I guess we're going to have to ask someone to watch her for the next week," you chuckled, your hand instinctually reaching underneath your husband's loose pajama shirt to touch the skin of his abdomen, making him shiver in delight.

You smiled at him, "You didn't feel the pre-heat?" Seonghwa chewed on his bottom lip, a little nervous, "No..."

That meant this heat was going to come hard. "I cant even make the baby, why do I have go through heat," Seonghwa whined and you laughed, going back into the bedroom, "At least we don't have to worry about two simultaneous heat cycles until this one is born." You patted your swollen tummy making Seonghwa warm up with love.

"Yeah because not working two weeks out of the month because we have to take care of each other isn't exactly the most practical thing," he sighed, "I wish we'd just sync up already. Like that last time."

Your heats didn't often coincide, but when they did... You shivered at the memory.

"After dinner, I'll call amma," you said, referring to Seonghwa's mother who had become like your own after welcoming you as her son's omega, despite what she knew was normal.

Seonghwa's omega. And Seonghwa was your omega.

It always made you giddy to think about.

"Call her now," Seonghwa mumbled, attaching himself to your back to suck on your neck. He wasn't in heat yet, but all that talk of it had him a little antsy.

He helped you change into house clothes before going back to the kitchen. "Say goodbye to Hwayoung," you whispered, "Because you won't be seeing her until you get me double pregnant in the dairy section."

"Stop it," he laughed, before doing as told. He played with your daughter until the ramen was ready. You'd called your mother-in-law while you fried the eggs, and she agreed to come pick up Hwayoung after she fell asleep.

Hwayoung hated leaving her father, so even sleepovers with her halmoni were like covert transport operations.

You put the ramen bowls with their respectful fried eggs and toppings your lover and daughter's liking before putting on a movie. Hwayoung's eyes were glued to the screen, her mouth being prompted to open every so often as Seonghwa fed her some noodles, cooing at her cute little slurping sounds.

She'd eaten fast, not having finished the ramen, of course, as she was only three years old and the portion was too big for her. You grinned at Seonghwa as he, ever the eater, finished it for her.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes while Seonghwa gathered Hwayoung into his arms. "Go to bed. I'll situate her and wait for my mother then join you."

You nodded, getting up with him, kissing him on the cheek as you grabbed the bowls to just put them in the sink before heading to bed.

You wished you could say bye to Hwayoung, but you couldn't give her any indication that she'd be spending the night anywhere other than home if you were going to get her to go to grandma's house, so you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, you felt your husband's bare chest, sweaty against the thin fabric on the back of your shirt.

"Already," you chuckled, turning around to look at him. Your hands tingled as you put your hands on his warm chest. He was still sleeping, which was good. You didn't have to take care of him until his body started writhing with the desperation to release.

But did you want to wait until that point? What's the harm in relieving him a little early?

You looked at his peaceful face. Well, I guess the harm would be in how little sleep he's going to get in the next few days. Might as well let him rest now.

You sighed, impatient. You could try getting yourself off, but you weren't in heat, so you weren't insatiable. You had to save your libido for him. You forced yourself to go back to sleep.

You were happily surprised when you regained consciousness.

The familiar feeling of a gentle touch between your thighs had you sighing out in satisfaction, even before being touched properly.

Normally, Seonghwa would speak to you gently, "You woke up? My sweet baby?" But right now, he had a one-track mind.

It wasn't his hands that glided along your skin beneath the blanket, it was his nose.

You felt him breath you in through your panties that you'd worn knowing that he'd wake you up like this.

You heard him groan at the smell of you from beneath the sheets and laughed, pushing them down a little to see his tuft of hair peaking out.

You small small sounds as he indulged himself in your pussy, trying hard not to get worked up too quickly. This was for him. You'd last for as long as he needed it. You saw his head move with the action of him licking you through the fabric and closed your eyes in content.

He discarded your underwear pretty quickly, his tongue making direct contact with your clit as you clenched around nothing.

Your arms raised against the pillows on the bed, reveling in the feeling of your husband tasting you for his own pleasure.

He wasn't satiated until your body reached its peak from the consistent movement of his mouth on your slit, your body shaking gently from the orgasm that had built up over who knows how long at that point.

He breathed, satisfied as he kissed up your stomach, tasting the light sheen of sweat that had resulted in your body warming up with desire. He pushed your shirt up until your breasts were released, moving up to admire them for a moment.

Yes, he was in a sex-needy haze, but he was also needy to breed you. His brain only told him he wanted more offspring, and the sight of your tits which would soon be filled with milk to feed them riled him up to no end.

He licked one of your nipples before taking it in his mouth. He would take his time before his body forced him to fuck the life out of you. Even though you were trying to be calm, he wanted you to enjoy it too. To him, his heat wasn't just for him, but for you as well. A period of time where you'd get to enjoy him insatiably touching you, the same way you were with him during your heat.

You wrapping your hands around his head loosely as he gave attention to your chest.

"I can't wait for them to be filled again," he murmured against your skin, "For them... but for me, too."

You smiled down at him, your body heating up further. An omega's favorite activity. Well, at least yours. Feeling your omega feed from you the milk your body made for his children was a visceral experience. You couldn't explain it. The vulnerability that came with both feeding and being fed. It was a uniquely omega relationship experience.

After the first time he'd experienced it, Seonghwa realized why alphas were just not an option for you. He couldn't imagine anything he loved more than this, than you.

He leaned up to kiss you softly, pouring every beautiful feeling that you'd created in him into your lips.

You moaned, feeling his covered hips instinctually roll against you at a slow pace.

"Are you sure you're in heat?" you mumbled against his lips, teasing.

It was obvious he was. He was sweating head to toe and barely speaking. He was usually so vocal with you, telling you how much he loved you, needed you, etc.

Seonghwa didn't answer, kissing down from your lips to your neck. Your back arched wantonly as his presence consumed you. This was love.

"Stop teasing," you breathed, "Please." He didn't object, pulling down his sleep pants just enough to release his member that hit your pelvis as he released it making you bite your lip.

You sucked a deep breath in when he entered you. He couldn't hold himself up, chest collapsing on top of yours as your arms tightened around his head and his wrapped around arching waist.

Once he was in you, he lost himself, rutting into you desperately, mercilessly. Your bodies were pressed so close together that you couldn't tell where he started and you ended. Your breathy whines spurred him on, his own whimpers continuously leaving him.

"Come Seonghwa, my love. My perfect omega," you breathed urgently. "I love you," he grunted out tightly, "Pretty, pretty girl."

His words were a little jumbled, indicating his mental state. He needed to come, so you rolled your hips as much as you could manage along with him.

He propped himself up just slightly in order to be able to make a little more movement that greatly helped as you could sense him about to release.

You pulled him up to your face for a kiss and he moaned, that would have sounded painful if not for the context, right into your mouth as you licked into his.

His lips came to a slow stop, but he didn't pull out, collapsing once again as he breathed heavily.

You giggled, running your hands through his hair, "This isn't how your heat starts."

"It hasn't started fully yet, it's still pre-heat," he murmured, kissing your chest where he laid, "It was still for me, but... I just felt like being gentle with you."

You pulled his face up so that his chin was leaning on your chest to look at you as you gave him a questioning gaze, "Why? There's no need for that during your heat. It's all about you."

"Just 'cause of yesterday," he said, a little shy.

You wracked your brain for what happened yesterday before the lightbulb went off in your head. "Oh. Wooyoung."

"Yeah," he murmured, moving up to lay his head to look at you from the side, half his body still covering yours. You rubbed his side as you looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, a smile on your face.

"Huh... I totally forgot about it."

You looked at Seonghwa with a glittering smile on your face prompting Seonghwa to return it. You were so happy. Wooyoung was the last thing on your mind, and nothing he said could sway you. He had no power over you anymore.

"You seemed so distraught yesterday, though," he said. I shook my head, "I think it was just because it was so sudden, but I haven't been thinking about...anything he said. Not from before, not yesterday... I haven't even been fantasizing about putting him in his place... since, you know, I already did it yesterday."

Seonghwa breathed in relief, happy that this part of you that he knew affected you so horribly had come to a closure. "Well," he joked, "You can fantasize about and act on putting me in my place any day."

You chuckled at him, pressing one more kiss to his lips.

You wished the best for Wooyoung. And if he had really wished the best for you, then you would thank him and hope that your well wishes would do the same for him.

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Omega (2.1)

Summary: Considering Seonghwa's lascivious past, you've become an easily jealous partner. This doesn't help when Seonghwa wants to introduce you to his best friend who happens to be his ex-alpha, but Hongjoong supposedly has a creative solution to help the three of you bond. pairings: omega!seonghwa x omega!reader, alpha!hongjoong x reader, seonghwa x hongjoong. warnings: smut, slight fluff, slight angst, mild mxm, choking, yellow light(is this a proper tag?), oral (m and f receiving), ABO, double penetration, spitting (let me know if anything else) NOT PROOFREAD a/n: when the smut inspiration hits... it hits. w/c: 11.6k net: @mirohs-aurora-society

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"Do you have any exes I should be worried about?" You asked Seonghwa one day as you straddled his back, leaning over his ass as you massaged his sore calves.

He groaned as he replied, "You don't have to be worried about anyone-" "You told me before that your breakups with your old alphas have been amicable... that means they could come back for you if they decide that you're a more important future for them than whatever they had before," you said matter-of-factly.

Seonghwa sighed, shifting around so that he was on his back. You turned around so you could face him, a cute pout on your face. Seonghwa grinned, lacing your fingers together.

"You have gotten so comfortable." "Exactly. I need to be more on edge. You're the most desirable omega in the city. Someone could snatch you up if I look away for a second!"

"No," He chuckled, "I mean you'd never have been this openly jealous over me when we first started out. You were always so accommodating, never pushing any buttons. Now you're asking all sorts of unfiltered questions."

"Do you like it better this way?" "I do," He hummed, "but if you must know, I'm still best friends with my ex alpha of 8 years-" "EIGHT YEARS!?" "Yes," Seonghwa chuckled, sitting up and running his fingers through your hair to calm you, "He's a music producer and he travels a lot and that was his priority. Plus he wasn't all that affectionate, and it eventually got to me. We decided it would be best to part..."

You frowned, and Seonghwa already knew what you were thinking, "No, he can't take you from me." "What makes you so sure?" You huffed, "If he comes and sits on one knee to profess that he should have known all along you were the one he loved and wanted to have a future with, then what?"

"If you never entered my life, maybe I'd go for it," He said, shrugging, "But the moment you got here, my future was set in stone. The moment I told you I loved you, I could see my future so clearly, even more than when I was with Hongjoong."

You squinted your eyes at him, "What do you see?"

Seonghwa grinned, nudging his nose playfully against mine, "I can't spoil the surprise."

You grumbled poutily and crossed your arms.

"He's coming into town next week, you know. I want you to meet him." "You want me to meet your ex-alpha!?" "No, I want you to meet my best friend, because that is what he is now." You pouted, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, if you want to have some idea of who the guy standing on the other side of me at the altar one day is going to be."

You blanched for a moment as a smirk crawled onto Seonghwa's face. Your mouth slowly fell open before you pushed him, "You can't just say that!!"

Seonghwa fell over as you pushed him, his hair splaying behind him as he landed on the bed, pulling you down with him.

"I'm telling you that I see my future with you, y/n. You have nothing to worry about." You laid your head on his chest with a huff, closing your eyes, "Fine."

Truthfully and objectively, you really did have nothing to worry about on Seonghwa's end, but on Hongjoong's end, your concerns were exactly correct.

Hongjoong still loved Seonghwa. He never stopped. Seonghwa was the one who'd broken up with him when he couldn't handle Hongjoong's constant absence and lack of outright affection when he was present. But Hongjoong did love him.

So needless to say his heart shattered into a million pieces when Seonghwa told him that he'd fallen in love with another omega of all things. He wasn't trying to judge Seonghwa's life choices necessarily, but he couldn't help but begin to hate it because this lifestyle choice was suddenly now getting in his way. How could you take care of him the same way Hongjoong could, the way he did? Before meeting you, he already disliked you. He hoped you weren't a nice person, because then he'd feel bad.

It was a good thing that you had no intentions of being nice. You were way too insecure when it came to Seonghwa's past lovers. Perhaps it was traumatizing for you, who had been so in love with Seonghwa, to constantly see remnants of his wild nights before you'd become official with him. He had been very sexually active before you, and the relationship he had with you was extremely different from the ones he'd had before, and it was that way for you, too. This was new territory, and you were afraid that one wrong step could have him running back to the familiar arms of alphas while you'd once again be alone. While you were both exploring something new, you'd rather trek through the darkness than go back, and Seonghwa was willingly trekking through the darkness with you even though going back would be returning to the warm light from a torch.

You didn't want to feel jealous, but you couldn't help it. You were too tense about Hongjojong to be as carefree and kind as you usually were. Seonghwa wasn't helping, either, thoroughly enjoying your jealousy without realizing how deep-rooted it was. You didn't tell him that, though, of course, you didn't want to worry him or scare him away, but even his light teasing was starting to get to you.

So you were very clearly tense when you entered Hongjoong's apartment with Seonghwa. You nearly burst a blood vessel when they hugged. When Hongjoong looked at you, there was clearly a dangerous spark of electricity that crackled between you. The shared animosity was clear...just not to Seonghwa, who happily introduced you to Hongjoong.

"This is my beautiful lady, y/n. Y/n, this is my best friend, Hongjoong."

You smiled fakely and Hongjoong returned it as he held out his hand for you to shake.

"Nice to meet you." "You, too. Seonghwa has talked about you a lot," you said, eyeing his hand, but not touching it. You felt rude, but you were going to give yourself a Charlie Horse if you got anymore tense.

Hongjoong cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled his hand, "Wish I could say the same."

Seonghwa was beginning to catch on.

You laughed humorlessly, "That makes sense since he doesn't see you often."

"Oh, we talk everyday, though?" Hongjoong said, raising his brow and making your jaw tick. Hongjoong smirked, satisfied as he led you and Seonghwa into his living room.

Hongjoong lived in a penthouse, and you hated that his affluence was another thing to intimidate you. Hongjoong already seemed to be better than you in every way.

Even Seonghwa's touch couldn't comfort you right now. He tried to, but as he chose a couch to sit down on, you chose the opposite, making him frown. He wasn't hurt, but he was beginning to feel bad as he noticed your tense body language and the way you curled into yourself when you sat down. You didn't care for decorum as you held your knees close tightly to your chest.

Hongjoong sat on the chair between the both of you, "I really didn't expect Seonghwa to ever settle down with anyone else, let alone an omega." He was digging at you on purpose, "He was always so popular with alphas."

"A miracle isn't it," you smiled sarcastically, "That out of a sea of alphas that wanted him, he chose me."

"It is," Hongjoong agreed, venom dripping from his tongue.

"Okay," Seonghwa sighed, "I can see what you both are doing, and I don't like this. I wanted the two people I love the most to get along, not be petty and passive aggressive. What's gotten into you, Hongjoong?"

"Me?" Hongjoong asked, offended, "She's the one who seems insecure as hell. Are you even sure you want to deal with that, Seonghwa? She clearly has issues."

"Oh fuck you," you spat, but Hongjoong ignored you, "How long have you even known her, don't you think you're rushing into things?"

Seonghwa furrowed his brows at his friend's behavior, "I've told you the whole story, Hongjoong, why are you acting like this?"

"Because, I see her and I don't get it!"

You were already tired.

"You're telling me that any chance of us has been ruined because of this tiny little defenseless thing? How is she going to take care of you? How is she going to satisfy you-?"

"Oh is that what this is about?" You asked, standing up, "You're sad that you can't bed him anymore? Isn't that so tragic?"

You stalked over to Hongjoong, and he stood, ironically not towering over you as much as he would have liked to. "Sad isn't it, that you'll never get to taste his pretty leaky cock again?"

"Y/n-" "Shut up-" "Sad that you'll never get to taste yourself on his lips when you kiss him, or mark up his sensitive neck-" "You act like it's been that long since I've last had him."

Suddenly your heart sank into your chest, and that ugly feeling returned. The same one that you got when you found out that Wooyoung had been cheating on you with San and eventually chose him.

Seonghwa could almost see the dread filling your veins as he stood up to deescalate the situation, "Hongjoong! She doesn't need to know that!"

"What? She doesn't need to know that you come to me every time I come back from trips and spend 3 days in my bed?" "I haven't done that since before her-" "Before we met or before we got together?" you asked Seonghwa who bit his lip nervously. "Before- before we got together."

"So some of-" You almost gagged at the thought of the person who'd left those marks on Seonghwa being the person right in front of you.

"He can't get enough of me," Hongjoong whispered into your ear.

You gritted your teeth, pushing him. His eyes flashed at the provocation. "And isn't it so sad that that was the last time?" you said menacingly, "That as long as you live, you will never get to touch Seonghwa again, and you will never feel Seonghwa's soft hands on your bare skin the way I can, all because he chose to give up temporary fucks with you, just to be with me forever."

"Talk to me like that again, omega, I should put you in your place-" "Oh wouldn't you love that?" you spat, "Well, that's more likely than you ever getting to touch Seonghwa again."

"Okay!" Seonghwa exclaimed, standing up to step between the both of you, "This is not at all how I was expecting either of you to act."

Seonghwa looked at you, noticing how your hair was basically standing on end like a defensive animal trying to protect themselves, while Hongjoong was clearly on the offense, his words biting into you more than Seonghwa was comfortable with."

"Hongjoong, please don't provoke her," Seonghwa said sternly, "I told you everything about how we happened, and I'm very happy with her."

"You're confused, Seonghwa-" "I'm not." Seonghwa said firmly, "And you have no right to try and judge her for what you think she can and can't do when you definitively can't take care of me. So don't fucking talk to my omega like that."

Hongjoong blanched at Seonghwa's defense of you. It was then he realized that this was different. Seonghwa had never defended him like that, even in the 8 years that they were together. No matter who Hongjoong was arguing with, be it himself or someone else, Seonghwa would always try to pacify Hongjoong by surrendering to him or making him leave the situation.

Now Seonghwa was actively in his face, telling him to step off. Hongjoong was proud but, at the same time, bitter that he was doing this for you and not for him. Not to mention the truth bomb. He couldn't take care of Seonghwa so he had no right to judge you.

Seonghwa felt your hands snake around his waist to grip the sides of his shirt. You were so tense that you were shaking, anger beginning to boil to the surface.

"Let's all calm down," Seonghwa said, pushing Hongjoong back gently with one hand while he laced his fingers through one of your hands gripping his shirt. Hongjoong eyed the gesture before looking back at Seonghwa's face. Seonghwa noticed this and sighed disappointedly.

"You didn't tell me you were still in love with me, Hongjoong."

"Yeah, well, you didn't tell me that you weren't in love with me anymore," Hongjoong snapped, "Did you ever even love to be able to move on the way I can't?"

"You can," Seonghwa growled, "It's not my fault that you couldn't handle me breaking up with you. We weren't right for each other!"

"But you kept crawling back," Hongjoong said spitefully. He honestly hadn't meant to escalate this entire situation this much, but he also didn't expect Seonghwa's omega lover to be so forward in her jealousy. It was off-putting, and to Hongjoong, it felt toxic, but Seonghwa knew better. And he should have known better than to provoke your jealousy further by teasing you and especially by introducing you to Hongjoong.

You had been quiet for a hot minute at this point, and Hongjoong turned his gaze back to you. The look you were giving him was downright disrespectful considering the difference in status between the both of you. He was an alpha and he was older.

Truthfully, he'd never seen an omega look at him like that, and he was too embarrassed to admit that it had his cock twitching in his pants.

If you hadn't gotten in the way of him and Seonghwa, he might have found you cute.

Either way, though, he did want to put you in your place.

"I'm leaving," You suddenly said, removing yourself from Seonghwa's grasp, "I might throw up if I stay here, so I'm going to go back to the cafe and help Jongho do inventory. I shouldn't have left him to do that alone anyway. You can figure whatever the fuck this is out, and Seonghwa can decide whatever he wants because clearly, I'm the intruder here, and-"

"Y/n. Stop it," Seonghwa said, frustrated. "No! No. I don't think I will," You chuckled, humorlessly, heading to the door and putting your shoes back on, "This was a bad idea. I should have known that this- this whole thing was too good to be true. Of course it wasn't going to be easy, and of course the hard part isn't over, because when will my life ever be easy!?"

"Y/n!" You knew you were going on a very dramatic tangent, but you didn't feel very rational at the moment. The door slammed behind you as you left.

Seonghwa looked at the door, defeated, and Hongjoong scoffed, "Red flags all around."

"Don't you fucking start," Seonghwa cursed at him, "I love her, Hongjoong, and I'm not fucking stupid. What don't you get about that?"

"What I don't get is how you could love a fucking omega over me!"

"It has nothing to do with omega and alpha shit, and you know it," Seonghwa snapped, "You were hoping I'd just come around because we were fucking, but that's all it was Hongjoong. We were just fucking. I'm sorry that you still had strings attached, but I didn't."

Hongjoong pouted at him, "Well, what now, then?"

"I don't know," Seonghwa sighed, "She's angry."

"At you?" "At both of us, probably," he sighed, "Why didn't you tell me about your feelings before you met my girlfriend?"

"Would that have changed anything?" "YES!" Seonghwa exclaimed, exasperated, "I wouldn't have introduced her to you until after we worked whatever the fuck you're feeling out. I love you like- well, not my brother, obviously, but as my best friend, Hongjoong!"

"Friends who fuck?" "Friends who used to fuck," Seonghwa snapped, "It's seriously over between us."

"Come on," Hongjoong tried to coax him, stepping forward, "You can't seriously say that you don't want me anymore. That you don't think about laying in bed with me again."

"I don't," Seonghwa snapped, "I am very satisfied with my life right now. You're not allowed to touch me."

"Why?" Hongjoong asked defiantly. "Because I don't want to make her uncomfortable," Seonghwa snapped.

Hongjoong furrowed his brows, deep in thought for a moment before he grinned, "So, let's say you got her permission to sleep with me. That'd be allowed, right?"

"She would never allow that." "A prude, huh? She can watch if she wants." "I actually think she'd kill herself if that happened," Seonghwa said, his voice devoid of humor.

"So that's it?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief, "I never get to touch you again?"

"She said it Hongjoong," Seonghwa said with a nonchalant shrug, "You're more likely to have sex with her than me at this point."

"Oh, can I?"

Seonghwa's face morphed into pure confusion.

"...what?" "Fucking her is the closest I'll get to fucking you again, isn't that right? Why not? I did say I wanted to put her in her place." Hongjoong was both serious and joking at the same time.

Seonghwa looked at him dumbfounded, "Are you serious?" "Yeah, I mean, she's the one that's jealous, right? Not you."

"You want to fuck my omega in front of me?" "I want to have a threesome." Hongjoong's blatance was really putting Seonghwa off...

...but at the same time, he couldn't help but find the idea intriguing. He truly wasn't a jealous lover, especially when it came to you. You'd proved your devotion to him, and unlike you, he didn't have to worry about alpha coming and snatching you up. Your dating pool was significantly smaller than his. In turn, he had much less to worry about. You'd expressed that sex with alphas before had been good, and it was merely the emotional aspect that you couldn't fully reach, and that was all that mattered to Seonghwa, really...

And it wasn't that he wanted to fuck Hongjoong again. He really was satisfied with you, and he hadn't fantasized about it ever before this moment, but the thought of Hongjoong fucking you was suddenly taking up all of his imagination. He wanted to see you in that position: a rough position that wasn't in his nature to put you in.

"I... would have to talk to her," Seonghwa said, admitting interest in Hongjoong's suggestion, "but what makes you think she'd want to have a threesome after the way you treated her today."

"She seems like she'd enjoy hate sex," Hongjoong said with a shrug and a grin. Seonghwa rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.

Hongjoong sighed when he realized that Seonghwa was actually mad at him.

"Look, I'm sorry. I threw a lot of shit on her and you today. I didn't mean to, but she ended up being just as hostile as I was and it became too much for all of us. I still think about you, Seonghwa. You're the only person I've ever loved, and probably the only person I will ever love as much as I love you. I'm sorry that you don't like that, but it's true."

"I'm sorry that you can't accept that it's not the same way for me," Seonghwa said, shaking his head, "You're my friend, Hongjoong. That's it. Sex with you was comfortable, but it wasn't something I couldn't live without."

"Ouch," Hongjoong said, pretending to joke, but he was really quite hurt, "But you can't live without her?"

"I don't want to find out if I can," Seonghwa said simply, "I have no intention of breaking up with her, even if you did decide to settle down and stop traveling, or even if you decided that it would be worth it to be affectionate if it meant that I'd stay. I love her. I love y/n."

He took a deep breath, putting his hand on his chest, "This was a real trainwreck. I'm going to leave."

"I'm sorry, Seonghwa," Hongjoong said genuinely, "I really didn't mean to upset you."

"But you did mean to upset her," Seonghwa said, nodding, "That's what you should be sorry about."

Seonghwa was at home waiting for you when you were done with inventory at the cafe. He wasn't even a quarter of the way through when you'd barged in and sent him home, not wanting him to deal with the watch of your uncharacteristic anger that he was wholly unprepared to deal with. There was only a quarter of the work left over for your employees the next day.

Despite how mad you were, your body visibly relaxed when you saw Seonghwa, and he smiled as he realized you really couldn't be upset with him for long. You rubbed your eyes and he took it as a cue to draw you into his arms.

"I'm sorry," He murmured, "That must have been overwhelming for you."

"Yeah," You choked. You didn't need to voice what he already knew. Hongjoong had thrown a hundred of your biggest insecurities right in your face.

"I'm yours," He murmured, cupping your cheek, "Please never doubt that."

"Promise?" You asked softly. He nodded, "I promise."

You sighed, "I'm sorry... can I... try meeting him again?"

Seonghwa looked surprised, "You want to?"

You pulled away and hugged yourself, "Honestly, I am a little hurt that you didn't tell me that you were still sleeping with him after you broke up with him. I don't believe you'd ever cheat on me, but for a moment, I felt the same way I felt when I caught Wooyoung with San... I felt like I was being lied to...then I felt like maybe I'd been imposing on something..."

"No...!" "I know," You said with a small smile, "I know you love me. I don't doubt it. That's why I want to try again. I... I want to be more confident in the fact that he can't take you from me."

Seonghwa smiled, kissing your lips, "Good."

You did try again, and honestly, this was not how you expected it to go.

Hongjoong was much more civil this time around. He now knew that upsetting you didn't get any good graces from Seonghwa, but it was still clear that his niceties were fake.

"I still don't want to shake your hand," you said when he held it out this time, too. He raised both hands in surrender.

"Seonghwa has made it clear that you're the boss," Hongjoong chuckled, making his way into the living room.

"So, have you considered my suggestion yet?"

Seonghwa gaped at him while you looked at him confused. "Oh, did he not mention it to you yet?"

"Hongjoong, I just got her to agree to being civil with you and we just got here, why would I bring that up now?"

"What suggestion?" You asked Seonghwa.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to answer, but Hongjoong beat him to it. "I want to have a threesome."

Seonghwa violently face palmed.

You blanked for a moment before you looked at him weirdly, "With me??"

"Yeah." "Why??" "You said the closest I'd ever get to bedding him would be bedding you, and I think I'll take what I can get."

"That was just a comparison." "Well it gave me ideas. Can't fuck him, so I'll fuck you with him. Reasonable, right?"

You looked at Seonghwa questioningly, and he was blushing, an embarrassed scowl on his face.

"You have weird friends, babe," you huffed, crossing your arms, "I don't care. Whatever Seonghwa wants."

Both men looked at you in shock, not expecting you to be so lenient. "Seriously!?"

"I'd have ground rules," You said, shrugging, "But if Seonghwa doesn't mind you touching me, then I don't care."

"You're awfully nonchalant about this," Hongjoong said suspiciously.

You refused to look at him as your walls came down for a moment, "I'll do anything to make Seonghwa happy."

Hongjoong frowned while Seonghwa pulled you closer to him with both hands on your face, "You are NOT going to have a reluctant threesome with me and Hongjoong just to please me, y/n. You have to be into the idea, too."

"I think it'd be fun to torment Hongjoong in bed," You said with a shrug, "My only rule is that he's not allowed to touch you, so as long as that's true, I'll do anything you're comfortable with me doing."

"Are YOU comfortable?" You smiled at him warmly, "I am comfortable in being in a position that is pleasurable for you, Seonghwa."

Seonghwa didn't seem sure, but you looked at Hongjoong with a raised brow, "Plus, you said it yourself that alphas express emotion through intimacy. I'm curious about what dark feelings will come out of him."

Hongjoong scowled at you. Truthfully, he was hoping you'd look past your "No touching Seonghwa" rule in lieu of a threesome, but it was annoying that you were sticking to your guns. You were right. He was going to have a lot of dark feelings.

You sat down uncaring as Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa who was looking perturbed by your compliance.

"You're seriously not jealous or offended by that?" Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa snapped out of his stupor to look at his friend and shrugged, "No, not really. I'm more surprised that she's willing to have a threesome. I didn't know you were... open like that, y/n."

You shrugged, "I've done a lot of people pleasing, baby. You have no idea the things I've done to try and make someone stay with me. Never worked, though."

"Did you even like it?" Hongjoong asked, "What's the difference now?"

"I've never had a problem with having or talking about sex. If most alphas are good at one thing it's knowing how to make an omega cum, but the difference now is that I'm curious why an alpha who's so obsessed with Seonghwa would even suggest fucking Seonghwa's partner instead, and I'm not trying to keep Seonghwa with me because he hasn't expressed any interest in breaking up."

Seonghwa came over and pinched your nose, "You're full of surprises." "Don't think this will be a common occurrence though. I'm only relenting because you said you want Hongjoong to be there when you get married, and I'm not trying to have him object that day."

"MARRIED!?" "A future thing," Seonghwa told Hongjoong passively while still looking at you, "You are making it very hard not to eat you out on Hongjoong's couch."

"UH, HEY!?" Hongjoong yelled, aghast as you giggled, sinking back into the couch.

"Relax," you huffed at him, "You just got the threesome you wanted. You should be thanking me."

Seonghwa was really surprised by how comfortable you'd gotten with him since getting together. You were so demure and cute before, and you still were, on average, but things would set you off a lot easier now, usually in the most unexpected of ways, like now. He really didn't see his precious girl as someone who was so experienced in the sex department, more than him.

Maybe he had a higher body count, but it seems you certainly had explored a lot more. That was something he hadn't talked about with you yet, and he was curious.

"I can see your gears turning," you chuckled, "sit down before Hongjoong becomes a cuck."

"You! Are mean!" Hongjoong exclaimed.

"Are you going to ask me what my boundaries are or what?"

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, "This seems like a dinner conversation. What am I ordering?"

The first half of the car ride home was quiet, and from the driver's seat you stole quite a few glances at Seonghwa. His silence was unnerving.

Until he broke it.

"I never asked you about your exes."

His eyes looked at you squinting with a faux accusatory stare and you couldn't help but laugh.

"You know about the important ones!" "Yeah but not the ones you had threesomes with!"

"Those weren't serious," you chuckled, "Those relationships were when I was young and willing to please my alpha as long as they'd stay with me. I didn't know my worth or what I wanted. I just knew what was expected of me."

Seonghwa was quiet again before he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly, "I love you."

"Where did that come from?" "You probably don't want to hear this from me because you think about it enough, but everytime you say something like that it makes me so angry that you had to appease so many people at your expense just to do something that never felt right for you and was never appreciated for the effort you put in."

"It's... it's not that serious-" "Maybe not anymore since that stuff is over for you now... but it's just when I hear about it. I hope... I hope I make up for that lost time."

"Being with you is worth everything that I've gone through until now, yes," you reassured him, a loving smile gracing your face, "you're everything I've ever wanted."

Seonghwa's cheeks flushed at the depth of that comment, his body heating up until he realized, yet again, how much he loved you. He honestly couldn't believe he hadn't looked at you sooner, and he was punching himself mentally for not just trusting his gut back when he was contemplating his feelings for you before Yeosang came around. Yes, everything was worth it just for the moments you got to have now, but Seonghwa's guilt for wasting time grew everyday.

He had to make sure that it was all worth it. He owed that to you.

Seonghwa leaned over to kiss your neck softly making you gasp and lean away, "I'm driving!"

"Well either pull over or drive faster because I need your cunt in my mouth right now."

Seonghwa, since that night, found it hard to keep his hands off of you, so even when the day the threesome was planned arrived, he found it hard to keep his hands to himself even before Hongjoong had gotten there.

"You need to relax," You murmured against your omega's lips as he tried to slip his hand further up to your pelvis, "Hongjoong isn't allowed to punish you, but don't take too much advantage of that. Don't make him mad."

You learned quickly from the conversation with Hongjoong that he was a dom, through and through, paired with a bedroom personality that was completely separate from his normal one. He took sex seriously, and despite not being your biggest fan, he was very attentive when it came to what you and Seonghwa were and weren't comfortable with. Seonghwa didn't have anything to say, but you'd given him a list. The only thing that was really important though was that he was not allowed to touch Seonghwa. He did try to convince you multiple times, but you didn't budge. Even when Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa for help, he merely shrugged. He wasn't going to do anything that you weren't comfortable with. You were his main priority.

Not touching Seonghwa included Seonghwa not being allowed to touch Hongjoong, which Seonghwa also did not have a problem with, but the more Hongjoong expressed his displeasure at these rules, the more obvious his ulterior motives in suggesting this threesome became clear. You didn't call it off, though. You wanted to see what he'd make of it knowing that he couldn't do the one thing that he wanted to do.

Yes, you knew that meant that all of his frustrations would be taken out on you, but that wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You hoped. You were a little worried that you were biting off more than you could chew. Standing up for yourself was one thing, but blatantly provoking an alpha was less something you were used to doing. You'd find out what the repercussions of that would be soon enough.

Your last condition was that Hongjoong wasn't allowed to try and find loopholes in your first two conditions by trying to use toys. He was not allowed to touch Seonghwa with his own body or anything else. This frustrated Hongjoong to no end. He wasn't a fan of toys either way, but he would have eventually used that as a loophole if you hadn't brought it up.

"But I can use toys on you?" he'd asked. You shrugged, "I'd have thought you were more confident in your own ability and wouldn't need them, but do what you need to." Hongjoong's jaw had ticked satisfyingly, "I'll just bring you a plug to get you ready for my cock. You're going to need it, unless you want it to hurt."

Said plug was already inside you snugly. Seonghwa had bought it for you a long time ago, since he wanted you to feel as full as possible at all times when the two of you were in the throes of pleasure (and he couldn't deny that he liked watching as your puckered hole would suck in the pretty pink gem plug. He'd often spend a long time, just watching your hole as he pushed the lubed-up toy in and out of you. Not its intended use, but you didn't complain).

"He's gonna be mad either way," Seonghwa tried to persuade you to give in, his hand coasting up your tummy to palm at your breast.

Both of you had different dress codes. Hongjoong didn't care about seeing you all dolled up, so he told you to just be naked when he got there, and to not do anything with your hair. Seonghwa on the other hand was wearing a lingerie set that had you drooling the moment he'd put it on. It wasn't complicated, just a short sheer robe that left his chest bare with a mostly sheer pair of boxers that covered only his private areas and left very little to the imagination. You loved seeing him like this, so you couldn't hate too much on the fact that he was dressed like this for Hongjoong, when you got to enjoy it, too.

The idea was that you and Seonghwa were supposed to sit idle on your knees on his king-sized bed, facing each other and not touching each other until Hongjoong came. It was more... scripted than you were used to, but you supposed this was better than not knowing what to expect. This was about all that you knew was planned, though. You didn't know what else to expect.

"This was like his one rule, baby," you murmured as he forcefully dragged you towards him, your cunt making contact with his clothed pelvis making him moan into your mouth. You were trying to be good, not necessarily for Hongjoong, but you wanted to respect the scene. Seonghwa, meanwhile, had no problem breaking the rules. It was just a little kissing, maybe some humping if he was lucky and fast enough, but time wasn't on his side as you both heard the apartment door open.

"I don't like that he has your door code," you grumbled quietly. "It's just for emergencies, he never uses it," he reassured you, attempting to put you back in your position before Hongjoong came into the room.

It didn't exactly work out that way as Seonghwa had tried to sneak one last kiss in, leading Hongjoong to catch you. Even if Seonghwa hadn't tried to be sneaky, it was obvious that the two of you had been at least a little entangled from the sight of your swollen and glossy lips. Seonghwa was a notoriously messy kisser when he was horny.

"I want to blame you," Hongjoong said, looking at you pointedly, "But I know it was Seonghwa who was trying to get away with something, wasn't it?"

Hongjoong had already shifted into bedroom mode, his eyes dark as he looked expectantly between the two of you, waiting for an answer.

When your silence persisted, Hongjoong tsked, going to grab Seonghwa's hair. The moment his locks were between Hongjoong's fingers, firmly, but not roughly, you growled, glaring at Hongjoong.

"I said don't touch him."

Hongjoong raised his brow while Seonghwa looked nervous. You wondered how much of it was real and how much of it was the practiced facade that he kept up in order to aid the scene, an instinct from having been so often intimate with Hongjoong. You tried to avoid thinking about it further.

"Not even this? I'm touching him but I'm not touching him-" "Not at all," You snapped. Again, Hongjoong clicked his tongue, letting go of Seonghwa's hair, "Fine."

You didn't expect to have entered the scene so quickly after Hongjoong arrived, but it seemed that he didn't want to waste time.

He grabbed your face roughly and Seonghwa watched with shaking eyes as he forced your mouth open by squeezing your cheeks and spat directly into your mouth.

You couldn't help but gasp through your nose as you closed your mouth, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Don't spit it or swallow it, hold it there," he commanded, taking a step back to look at you. Well... to look at Seonghwa.

He grinned at his ex-lover, "I can't touch you, but at least she's letting me look at you. Didn't know you still had this number." Seonghwa merely hummed in response, not wanting to admit in front of you that he'd kept lingerie that Hongjoong had bought for him. You were deliberately not acknowledging it in your mind, focusing on the feeling of Hongjoong's spit in your mouth, trying to decide if it was turning you on or disgusting you.

"Too bad I already want you to take it off," Hongjoong said, shaking his head, "Now."

Seonghwa made quick work of removing the boxers, and Hongjoong motioned for him to stop when he went to remove the robe, "That can stay. It's not in the way. Sit and lean back."

Seonghwa did as told while Hongjoong went into his bag to grab what looked like scarves. You watched him intently and he smirked at you, "You said no toys, but I thought I should bring some things just in case I'm inspired. Seonghwa is very inspiring."

You couldn't open your mouth so you only glared as you soon realized that they were supposed to be restraints.

He tied Seonghwa's wrists behind his back and Seonghwa was already regretting testing Hongjoong's patience before he'd even arrived. Hongjoong was a sucker for punishment, and he should have known that he'd find a way to punish him even if he couldn't touch. You overlooked the application of the restraint just because you liked the look of Seonghwa's chest perked in order to accommodate the new position that his tied hands forced his shoulders into.

His cock was standing at semi attention, now.

Hongjoong turned his attention now to you, who had not moved since his saliva had entered your mouth, now warm and borderline unpleasant, if it had even been pleasant in the first place.

Hongjoong smirked, "Since I'm not allowed to touch him, and you're mouthy, you can do it for me and keep your mouth occupied in the meantime."

Hongjoong moved you so that you were on all fours in front of him, your face facing Seonghwa.

"Spit out on his cock and suck. He's not allowed to cum from your mouth at all. Understand?"

Hongjoong walked around the bed to look at you, and you looked him dead in the eyes as you opened your mouth to let the wad of his spit and your drool that had formed in your mouth slowly fall out onto Seonghwa's now fully hard cock. "Fuck," your lover breathed out.

Hongjoong smirked in satisfaction, watching as you now made eye contact with Seonghwa as you sank your mouth down slowly onto his cock. Since the goal wasn't to make him cum, you decided to be as slow as you wanted, satisfyingly licking his slit as Hongjoong watched intently. "Good," he murmured, "Good."

Seonghwa tried not to be vocal about his disappointment about not being able to touch you. He wasn't upset about not being able to touch Hongjoong, but now not even being able to touch you was borderline torture. His chest heaved as he struggled to fixate on anything other than the almost overwhelming pleasure of your mouth on his sensitive dick. He wasn't allowed to come, and Hongjoong wasn't allowed to touch him, so he couldn't imagine the creative ways that Hongjoong would conjure up to make this the most pleasurable hell for the both of you.

When he was satisfied with the visual of you sucking off your lover, Hongjoong moved back behind you to admire the sensitive parts of you that were now exposed to the air without shame. He saw your pussy twitch and clench at the feeling of the cooler air on your bareness, and he noticed the movement of the gem that covered your asshole every time you clenched unconsciously.

Damn... He was floored by how pretty you were.

But he wasn't here to appreciate the sights. He was here to vent his frustrations.

On you.

The reason he'd never be able to call Seonghwa his ever again.

At his self-reminder, his teeth gritted as he put his palm on your ass cheek, thumbing your slit and feeling the wetness. There wasn't as much arousal built up as he'd have liked.

He spread your cheeks apart to take a better look at you so he could decide what he wanted to do with you first.

It was almost an unconscious decision to spit once again with the saliva that pooled in his mouth at the sight of your pussy, coating the twitching orifice. You didn't expect it, but you pretended like it didn't affect you, continuing to give Seonghwa your full attention as you took him deep into your throat.

"I wanna touch you," Seonghwa whimpered pathetically, "Please, I want to touch you so bad, my pretty omega."

Hongjoong couldn't resist a smirk. He couldn't help but feel a bitter satisfaction at the fact that Seonghwa couldn't touch you either. He was mad at you for taking Seonghwa, but he was almost equally mad at Seonghwa for choosing you, so seeing him squirm like this eased that bitterness for a moment.

You weren't as pleased by his begging, lifting your head in an attempt to lean forward and kiss him to pacify him a little, but just as quickly as you'd lifted your head and made eye contact with him, your head was promptly pushed back down to take Seonghwa's length again with an exaggerated gag. Your lover with his mouth wide open cried out, both in pleasure and in shock at the rough treatment that Hongjoong was putting you through. His hand gripped your hair tightly as he held your nose against Seonghwa's pelvis.

"I didn't say to stop," Hongjoong said as if he was disappointed. His other hand was stroking your pussy, spreading his spit around to prepare you slightly for his fingers.

"You said I couldn't touch Seonghwa, but I'm graciously allowing you to taste him right now, and you're trying to stop?" Hongjoong asked condescendingly, "You're being ungrateful."

In an instant, Hongjoong slapped your pussy making you cry out. You had been trying to hold back your reactions to curb his satisfaction, but that was something you really weren't expecting to break you. You really couldn't hold it in, and Hongjoong was quick to learn that this was how he was going to make you suffer.

You breathed repeatedly through your nose hard, reaching your hand back towards Hongjoong's on your head and patted it three times. Immediately, he pulled your head up, taking your mouth off Seonghwa as you sputtered and coughed.

Hongjoong felt a little bad. He asked gruffly, "Color?"

"Yellow," You said hoarsely, your face falling back into the mattress with your ass up. Hongjoong gave you a moment to gather your bearings as he rubbed your clit.

"Untie me," Seonghwa demanded, "Just- at least until she's green. Please."

Hongjoong relented. A whimper escaped your lips as his fingers were no longer touching you. Soon enough, Seonghwa's hands were attempting to lift your face up from the sheets. You shook your head as much as you could to let him know that you didn't want to move.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa murmured, hand running through your hair to soothe himself more than it was for you.

"Mhm," you hummed tiredly, "couldn't breathe."

Hongjoong felt a little more bad. He decided to keep Seonghwa's hands untied now for your sake, just so that you had your comfort person to effectively ground you if you needed it. Hongjoong had been so caught up in his feelings that he'd forgotten that this was our first time with him. He was punishing you, sure, but he was ashamed that he hadn't remembered to make sure you were safe just because he didn't really know you.

He was starting to get in his own head as guilt ate at him when you found his hand again.

"Green," you mumbled softly into the sheets. God, you were kind of cute.

Hongjoong shook his head to rid himself of the guilt and those thoughts.

Seonghwa was pleasantly surprised that Hongjoong didn't tie him back up, but didn't say anything so that he didn't jinx himself.

Hongjoong decided to go a little easier on you just for a minute, slowly breaching your walls with his middle and then his ring finger. He just wanted to stimulate you a little bit to get both of you back into the scene.

You let out soft but audible breaths with every pump of his fingers. Meanwhile, Seonghwa was back on his knees stroking the side of your face that wasn't pressed against the sheets gingerly as if you weren't getting fingered just on the other side of the bed. It was two totally different scenes despite his rock hard and unattended cock. He lazily stroked himself for the same reason that Hongjoong was fingering you.

Yellow meant that the scene was going to continue, but it was always a little bit of effort to get back into the same pace as before. Almost crossing a boundary was bound to put the people in the scene on edge.

You were determined to dispel that.

"Thought you wanted to make me suffer," you spoke gruffly in an attempt to provoke Hongjoong. Seonghwa went to stop you, but Hongjoong was quick to jump on the opportunity to land a harsh smack against your pulsing entrance once again, leading to another muffled noise of pain and pleasure and quickly followed by a reentrance of his fingers curling straight into your g-spot making your back arch further into the bed than it already had.

"You didn't have enough when you were already choking?" Hongjoong asked with a huff of disbelief, "It's like you wanted me to put you in your place."

"There's a difference between wanting and expecting! Oh!" You cried out when another lewd smack was heard making Seonghwa frown. You were clearly enjoying it, but it still rubbed him the wrong way to see any roughness around you. He guessed it really just wasn't in his nature to do this for you. This was something that Hongjoong could give that he couldn't.

But it was fundamentally the opposite of what you preferred. You just didn't mind this.

Well, in the moment, you were loving this.

"You can't give me a break, can you?" Hongjoong chuckled, "Giving me a yellow card throws me off, too, you know. I can't keep tormenting you when you're borderline overwhelmed."

Following one more slap from him and a squeaked yelp from you, Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong lifted his fingers that were covered in your essence up to his lips, making eye contact with the other omega as he sucked his lips clean, moaning around his fingers at the taste of you. You were breathing heavily, but couldn't help but shudder at the sound of him and the lewd way his fingers popped out of his mouth.

"I'll give you a break," Hongjoong chuckled, pressing his hand against your back so you could flatten out onto your stomach against the bed. The moment you were laid out you let out a breath of relief as Hongjoong motioned for Seonghwa to get up.

Seonghwa massaged your lower back and then shoulders as Hongjoong brought a chair to the side of the bed. "Sit there," he commanded.

Seonghwa frowned, but did as told, sitting back lazily in the chair as he watched for what Hongjoong would do next.

Hongjoong threw a pillow back against the headboard and flipped you over, propping you up against the small pile there. Your breaths were slightly stuttered, almost hiccups, and your arms scrunched as you pulled them up by your head.

Seonghwa wanted to ask Why are you still clothed? but he held his tongue. Asking would make you think that he wanted to see Hongjoong's skin, but in reality, he just looked a little odd, fully clothed with his cock straining against his pants. Seonghwa thought he should at least get a little more comfortable.

As if reading his mind, Hongjoong unbuttoned his shirt, letting you have a breather. He looked back to see if Seonghwa was looking, but the omega's eyes were just trained on you, disappointing his eager heart. Seonghwa really didn't love him like that anymore.

Frustrated, Hongjoong clicked his tongue, hastily deciding to remove all his clothes and deciding quickly to abandon his plan to go easier on you. You weren't too surprised to see that Hongjoong's cock wasn't as long as Seonghwa's, but it was girthier, allowing for a slight stretch when he suddenly entered you without warning.

This startled Seonghwa and you cursed as Hongjoong pushed your knees up to your chest and started rutting into you.

Despite his fast-beating heart, Seonghwa's hand returned to his cock, his strokes subconsciously matching pace with Hongjoong's unrelenting thrusts.

"You want my cum?" Hongjoong asked darkly as you cried out with pleasure, "You want me to make you cum?"

When all he got was more moans, he couldn't stop himself from lightly slapping you in the face, making you gasp as he subsequently gripped it tightly to make you pay attention to him, "Answer me."

"Yes," You gasped out, "Yes, I want to cum. Yes, I want your cum."

Seonghwa's heart was racing at the way Hongjoong was treating you. He honestly didn't know whether to be turned on or worried. Hongjoong had never treated Seonghwa like this. Sure he'd been dominant and a little rough, but choking and slapping? Seonghwa wasn't used to it, and he didn't know how to feel about seeing it used on you. Regardless, his cock was standing to attention at the sight as he worked his hand against himself with heavy breaths. You were green. You said you were green. You're fine. You're okay. Seonghwa had to constantly remind himself that you were enjoying this.

Hongjoong smirked at you, elongating his strokes suddenly and making your face twist in pleasure at the change-up. He hit you deeper and knocked the wind out of you each time despite you bracing yourself.

"You want my cum, huh?" he chuckled, "Want me to fill you up with my cum and get you pregnant? I'll fill you up with my seed and ruin you for Seonghwa so that he won't want you anymore. You want that, huh?"

You could hardly register what he was saying, almost babbling your approval, but Seonghwa was the one who snapped out of it, baring his teeth as he almost yelled, "Yellow! Yellow, out."

Hongjoong paused his thrusts, confused and a little bit startled for a moment before he grinned, "Oh? Seonghwa doesn't like that? Doesn't like the thought of me getting his sweet little omega pregnant."

Seonghwa gritted his teeth, "Get out of my cunt, Hongjoong. Out."

Hongjoong surrendered, pulling out of you and making you cry out at the emptiness. Hongjoong and Seonghwa basically hand a standoff above you, Hongjoong challenging Seonghwa's angry stare while the latter touched your calf.

"Thought you didn't have any boundaries," Hongjoong taunted, "Thought you didn't care how I touched her as long as she enjoyed it?"

"I was wrong," Seonghwa spat, "You cannot cum in her. That's mine." Hongjoong spoke humorously, "Okay-" "Mine." Hongjoong was genuinely amused by Seonghwa's sudden territoriality.

In the midst of their spat, you sat up a little higher, breathing heavily as you quickly began to fall from the high that had been building up. In an attempt to save it, you propped up the leg that Seonghwa wasn't gripping and moved one hand between your legs as the other braced against the bed, rubbing circles into your clit. You tried to be quiet as the two men above you were in their own little tense world, but when the smallest of moans left your mouth, the two snapped their heads towards you, both of their pupils dilating as they watched the movement of your fingers against your heat.

Seonghwa was the first to move, pulling your hand away from yourself, nearly garnering a protest from you if not for the lacing of his fingers through yours and the prompt replacement of your fingers with his tongue.

You breathed audibly, your cute little moans making Hongjoong's cock twitch while the sight of Seonghwa's ass in the air as he ate you out tempted him even further.

Unfortunately, your fingers hadn't been and Seonghwa's tongue wasn't enough to match the overwhelming sensation that you'd gotten from Hongjoong's newness and rough treatment. You weren't getting back up there, not now at least. Your whines expressed your subtle protests.

Hongjoong couldn't help himself as he joined Seonghwa between your legs. He'd tasted you off of his fingers, but it was nothing compared to the essence straight from the source.

The feeling of two skilled tongues on your cunt was indescribable and you gasped aloud as you opened your eyes to watch them intently.

It was inevitable that their tongues clashed, exactly as Hongjoong was hoping for. He knew it'd be the closest he'd ever get to kissing Seonghwa again, and it had you seeing red.

"I said don't touch him- AH!" Your orgasm was quickly impending, especially as Hongjoong distracted you with the reintroduction of his fingers in your cunt. They were even more relentless as they had been earlier, pumping and curling in a way that kept you from being able to focus on anything else, especially Hongjoong's deliberate attempts to make out with your omega against your pretty pussy.

Seonghwa was too drunk on you to notice. His mouth moved more eagerly against your cunt as his natural affinity for your body had him knowing when you were close to the edge. He nearly edged Hongjoong out of your cunt when suddenly, in a flash, a clear liquid gushed out of you, coating Seonghwa and Hongjoong's faces and the latter's fingers.

Seonghwa pulled away with a gasp and Hongjoong made quick work of prolonging the stream, swiping the fingers of his other hand vigorously against your clit while his fingers inside of you curled repeatedly against your g-spot.

You cried out in pleasure, your hips lifting until your squirt slowed to a halt.

Seonghwa watched in awe while Hongjoong looked satisfied. In his personal opinion, there was nothing more satisfying than proving one's sexual prowess to your love rival. Making you squirt was the absolute pinnacle of that.

Your chest heaved as you glared at Hongjoong. "You slick piece of shit," you growled. You reached for Seonghwa who immediately came to kiss you. You made out with him lewdly for Hongjoong to see, and the alpha's knuckles turned white as he watched you flaunt what he couldn't have.

You parted from Seonghwa, an almost comical string of saliva connected the two of you as you looked at Hongjoong once again, while Seonghwa's brain was fogged with thoughts of you.

Hongjoong was beating himself up over the affect your magnetic look had on him as he came towards you. He hadn't had any intention to kiss you today, hoping only to steal moments with Seonghwa, but you taunted him with your lover's spit in your mouth, and he couldn't help but give in to you. You, an omega, almost had him, an alpha, on his knees for you. The worst part was that you didn't give a fuck, while Hongjoong would probably think about the way you could control him with one look forever.

You were ruining him in this moment more than Seonghwa had in the eight years they were together.

Your tongue reached out of your mouth and Hongjoong had no shame as he sucked on it. You grinned as the two of you swapped spit, and when you pulled away you whispered against his ear, "You thought you could get away with trying to kiss him. You thought you were so smart."

Hongjoong grunted angrily at the taunt, suddenly grabbing you by the neck to pull your mouth against his in whatever way he wanted you, once again taking his anger out on you. He couldn't kiss Seonghwa the way he wanted, so he'd kiss you however he liked. He was rough with his tongue, and he hardly gave you a moment to breathe as he almost tried to swallow you whole. The desperation and frustration in his every movement was palpable. He hated that you kept getting in his way.

Seonghwa in the meantime returned his hand to your sensitive bulb, making you moan against Hongjoong's mouth.

"You must feel so good that he loves you," He hummed against your lips, "Does it feel good that you get to torture me like this?"

"Yes," You breathed wantonly, "Beg for him. Beg me for him, and I'll still never give him to you."

Seonghwa tapped your hips for a moment to get your attention, making you pull away from Hongjoong. His cock was straining as he looked at you pained. "Need you," He murmured. You helped him guide his length into you.

"Wait, switch positions. Seonghwa on the bottom," Hongjoong said.

You flipped positions with your lover and sank down on him, making him groan in satisfaction

His head was propped by only one pillow and Hongjoong pushed you to be fully flush against your lover as he eased the plug out of your other hole.

You breathed shakily at the sensation of its removal and Hongjoong's thumb prodding the sensitive area. He wasted no opportunity to spit on you again, especially now in lieu of lube that he did have but decided against using.

You could take him, even if it hurt a little.

Hongjoong eased his equally hard cock into your tight ass and you braced yourself, gripping any part of Seonghwa that you could reach. It wasn't Seonghwa's preferred hole to fuck, so it would take you a moment to get used the foreign feeling of Hongjoong's cock there instead of merely a toy.

You whimpered, a tear escaping your eyes here and there as you got used to the stretch. You didn't realize he was fully sheathed until you felt him retract, his length dragging against your tight walls.

"Lube, Hongjoong," Seonghwa said lowly, "She needs it."

"She doesn't need it," Hongjoong insisted, spitting against your ass again to substitute the lube, "Right, omega? You don't need it."

You hummed in agreement but you were too full and cockdrunk to really understand what you were agreeing to. You just wanted him to move.

Seonghwa could feel the low drag of Hongjoong's cock from his place inside of you, and he couldn't help but most as his sensitive member was just as stimulated as you were.

Hongjoong eventually found a rhythm, his hips pumping in and out of you. Your whole body lurched against Seonghwa with every thrust, your cheek dragging against his chest where it laid. At some point, Seonghwa felt a small line of drool seep from your mouth and against his nipple, causing him to hiss. He wrapped his arms around you to ground himself and keep you steady.

Seonghwa couldn't exactly move easily in this position, merely cockwarming you and keeping you filled while Hongjoong had his way with your ass, but he could still feel his release building up with every one of the alphas thrusts.

"Seonghwa," despite the alpha above you, it was your mate's name that you moaned. Instinctively your fingers laced with his and you breathed out.

The sweet gesture pissed Hongjoong off even more, and his pace increased as he no longer was keeping your comfort in mind as his first priority as opposed to his release. You cried out with every movement, and before you knew it, you felt Seonghwa's hot seed fill your can't, the feeling of which warmed your entire body.

Hongjoong was next, and Seonghwa, in his post-orgasm haze, noticed the signs and growled at Hongjoong once again, "Not inside!"

"But it's her ass-!" "OUT!" Hongjoong groaned at the directive, quickly pulling out of you, only to pull you off of Seonghwa as well, abruptly stopping all the stimulation that you'd been receiving and making you wail as you had been so close to your second orgasm.

He couldn't help himself as he threw you in your back against the bed, perpendicular to how Seonghwa was still laying and giving him a perfect view of Hongjoong's one hand slapping your sensitive cunt harshly making your entire body jolt while his other hand made quick work of his cock that he moved next to your face.

A few more jerks of his cock had his cum spilling all over your face and hair, and one final hard slap against your cunt had your entire body writhing with the force of your orgasm that Hongjoong guided you through as he rubbed your clit with a satisfied smirk.

The sound of all three of you breathing heavily was all that could be heard. Your eyes were closed while Hongjoong's hands worked both of you down from your orgasms, a few spurts remaining from his cock landing on your chest. Seonghwa was tempted to lick it off of you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

Hongjoong looked back at Seonghwa with a raised brow and a satisfied look on his face, "Was this what you expected?"

"No," Seonghwa breathed, "But I'll wait for her to decide how she felt about it."

You did enjoy it, thoroughly, but you weren't conscious enough to share your thoughts as you'd been effectively fucked to sleep.

Both men chuckled, and Hongjoong took the opportunity to pull you up and into Seonghwa's arms and get off the bed so that he could prepare a wet towel to pat everyone down.

After cleaning himself off in the bathroom and returning with a clean pair of boxers on, he made prompt work of cleaning his cum off of your face and chest along with the drool that had dried up on the side of your mouth.

He paused when he got to Seonghwa, his eyes glancing up at his ex-lover's for permission. Seonghwa eyed your sleeping form and nodded silently. It'd upset you, but aftercare was aftercare. Seonghwa needed it, too, even if it was from Hongjoong.

Of course, the menace indulged himself at least a little, wiping the nipple you had drooled on your lover, but gliding over the other, untouched one, making Seonghwa let out a tiny whimper.

Next was his cock, covered in his own cum and your essence. Hongjoong made slow work of dragging the towel along his length to clean it, going over twice for good measure.

Despite trying not to get worked up, his cock slowly began to harden.

"Don't even think about it," Seonghwa growled at Hongjoong who was giving him suggestive eyes. The alpha only chuckled.

"She's really cute," Hongjoong admitted, "I didn't expect it. Didn't expect her to be so bossy, either."

"Neither did I," Seonghwa murmured, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, "She's usually either desperate or insanely accommodating. This was a new side of her."

"A side that you liked?" "I like all of her, regardless," Seonghwa replied simply.

"Did you like it enough to consider doing this again?"

Seonghwa made eye contact with Hongjoong's hopeful expression and sighed, hating that he'd have to stomp on it.

"I don't think we should do this again."

Hongjoong's face fell, "Hey, wait, at least get her input first-"

"You can't control yourself, Hongjoong," Seonghwa chuckled, "You want me too much, you pushed her buttons, and she let you get away with it, but it's going to take a long time for me to reassure her that I wasn't trying to be sneaky like you were. I know my girl like the back of my hand. She'll be thinking about it for a while, and not in a good way."

"Thinking about what?" "You trying to kiss me while we were eating her out. I didn't realize until she called you a sneaky shit."

"You didn't stop me." "I wasn't paying attention to you."

Ouch.

You'd woken up quite quickly after you'd been laid in your lover's arms, so you were awake as Hongjoong wiped you down, and neither of the men noticed you watching as Hongjoong took advantage of your seeming unconsciousness to touch Seonghwa.

It broke your heart to see Seonghwa allow it, especially at the sight of his slowly hardening cock, but the way he'd snapped at Hongjoong not to think about it ended up reassuring you more than you thought it would.

It warmed your heart further to realize that Seonghwa really did know you well.

You opened your eyes fully to look at Hongjoong who finally noticed you.

"Hi." Hongjoong's eyes softened at how small your voice sounded. You couldn't help but reach your hand out to him, and he similarly couldn't help but take it. "Hi..." he replied.

"Seonghwa's right," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his skin that was closest to you, "But you made me feel good, alpha."

Hongjoong's heart soared. God, you were so cute.

"Yeah?" "Yeah," you murmured, "But you love him too much. I don't like it. He's mine now, Hongjoong."

Hongjoong bit his lip to hide its subtle quiver as he looked down. You noticed, and it was merely I'm your nature to draw him close by his hand that you were holding to kiss him, releasing his lip from his teeth and allowing him to pour his emotions into you the way you wouldn't let him do to Seonghwa. His salty tears fell on your cheeks.

Seonghwa watched with mixed emotions.

You pulled away, placing one last soft kiss on his lips. It was another technique that Seonghwa hadn't taught you in your days of friendship to have an alpha reveal their emotions to you. If you weren't attracted to solely omegas, you truly would have been a perfect mate for an alpha. It was alphas' loss as a whole that you didn't, and Hongjoong was kind of feeling that now. To Seonghwa's own subconscious insecurity, he could see it, too.

He hadn't needed to teach you anything back then. You were always just a perfect omega.

"I'm sorry," Hongjoong whispered, "But... Did I do well?"

His eyes held a hundred insecurities and shame over his outburst of negative emotion that he'd taken out on you today, leading to your tears and your yellow light. You'd let him continue, but knowing that you didn't want to do this again had him doubting that you'd actually enjoyed it and that he hadn't hurt you.

"It was the best sex with an alpha that I've ever had," You chuckled, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, "You're the only one who's ever known how to use more than just your cock."

Seonghwa pulled you closer to him and grumbled, "Okay, wrap it up."

Your usually secure lover's comment had you giggling as you let go of Hongjoong, "I hope you enjoyed it too, Hongjoong."

"You were perfect," Hongjoong admitted, gaining a piercing stare from Seonghwa that had him chuckling too.

"What happened to being okay with anything as long as I enjoyed it, baby?" You asked teasingly, reiterating Hongjoong's taunt from before.

"I didn't realize there'd be this much talking... and feelings," He grumbled.

"I get it, now," Hongjoong suddenly sighed, "I get it, really. This... this is more than I could ever give him." He looked at you sadly, "I'm sorry I gave you a hard time and said all those shitty things to you."

"It's okay," You said, reaching your arms out for him to fall into them. Seonghwa attempted to protest, but you hushed him. "Hey, cuddling is part of aftercare, too, my love. I didn't complain when Hongjoong's hand was on your cock, so you can let Hongjoong lay on my chest for a little bit. Alphas need this, too."

That shut him up.

Hongjoong couldn't deny the bubbling feelings that you'd planted in him, but his respect for you grew tenfold at the way you'd handled this whole situation. You were patient, and kind, and fucking amazing in bed. You were a perfect match for Seonghwa, too.

He was kind of wishing that maybe you would let this happen again, but next time he'd indulge himself in you instead. He knew he was wishing for too much, though.

For now, he relished these last few moments of this with Seonghwa and you.

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Omega (2)

Summary: Finding pleasure with other omegas in the city was easy, finding love, however, was not. You managed to do well in your new lifestyle until Park Seonghwa finds his way into your heart.

pairings: omega!seonghwa x omega!reader, mentions of omega!wooyoung x reader and omega!yuna x reader

c/w: angst, fluff, smut, cockwarming

a/n: This ended up waaaaaaay longer than I was intending for it to be

w/c: 12.8k

Masterlist

Seonghwa was the perfect omega. Every alpha in the area knew it, and so did you learn when you moved to the city.

You had hoped that you'd find other omegas here who openly liked other omegas, but those touches remained behind closed doors like they always had. After your eyes were awakened to the beauty of other omegas, Wooyoung had consumed you, so you'd hadn't exactly explored your hometown much aside from Yuna, so while in a new city, you made sure to meet as many new omegas as possible. Like you, they craved the touch of another omega. Unlike you, however, they didn't desire to be in a relationship with one.

It made you feel lonely, knowing that none of the omegas that made it to your bed ever wanted to stay, but the one-nights managed to temporarily fill the void that Wooyoung had left.

You sometimes wished you'd never felt his touch in the first place. You weren't lying when you said he'd ruined you. Not only his touch, but his affection.

The care of another omega was so much different than the care of am alpha. Rather than a protective fortress that an alpha provided, an omega was a warm blanket that protected you in a different way.

You tried not to think about it.

You couldn't bring yourself to work in a school again. Seeing the children that you really did think you were going to have soon broke your heart way more than you expected it to... but you still couldn't stay away.

You don't know how you managed to do it, but you opened a humble bakery. Honestly, it was pure luck and human kindness that gave you the opportunity. A pretty wealthy older alpha woman saw you crying alone and you vented most of your woes to her. You didn't mention that Wooyoung was an omega.

She offered you the opportunity to open a store of your choice so that you could manage on your own so long as you make a profit.

Well, you were a home economics teacher after all. Nutrition, cooking, and home finance might be useful in a Cafe. You had to admit that you really had done well for yourself, and you opened a block away from the local school, so that you could still see the children once in a while and dream.

Thankfully or not, kids didn't come in often. You marketed your cafe to be healthy, and what better deterrent to children was there than health food?

But your cafe was a hit with adults, and one of your first customers ended up becoming a regular that you started waking up every morning looking forward to see.

Seonghwa.

"Good morning," the smooth buttery voice had you looking up with a smile, "Welcome, what can I get... you...?" His visual was insane, even before you could smell him. He looked so delicate... so beautiful as if extra time was taken to craft his face.

"A vanilla latte, please," He said, his smile blinding you. "Of course," you said, punching it in. "How much?" He asked.

"On the house for the beautiful man who made my day just for letting me look at him," you said nonchalantly as to not make your flirting sound awkward. He was effectively awe-struck as you punched in his order, praying that the flush on your face wouldn't give you away too much. You were just a smooth talking omega, there was nothing else to it.

"I've never even heard an Alpha say something like that to me before," He said, and you shrugged despite your fast-beating heart, "I've never seen someone so attractive, forgive me, I've never done that before."

Seonghwa thankfully thought nothing suspicious of it. Omegas were naturally open with their emotions and affectionate, even with their words and especially in the city.

"I'm Seonghwa," He said warmly, "You're adorable."

"Aha, thank you... oppa?" "Oh I'm sure I'm older than you," He said, "98. "

"Oppa," You said, smiling, as you made his drink.

"And your name?" He asked. You were quiet as you made his drink, and he waited in high anticipation.

When you turned to hand him his drink, you looked at him shyly, "Y/n. I'm- I own this place."

"It's very nice to meet you, y/n," He said, taking the warm drink from your hands. Your fingers brushed his, and you had to repress a shiver as he took it from you without a second thought. He took a sip and beamed at you, "This is amazing."

"Thank you," You said. "Expect to see me more often, y/n," He said, "I'll see you."

You nodded, and when he left the store and was out of eyesight, you squealed, skipping around behind the counter.

He came back a few times. You learned that he was a teacher at the school next door, he learned that you used to be a teacher, too, and you loved seeing the kids walk by.

You became good friends to the point where he'd come, even on an off day when school was out, just to see you. Those days hurt the most, though, as you often saw him come in with evidence that he'd had a wild ride the night before. Since meeting him, you stopped seeing anyone else as he consumed your thoughts, and the thought of him in any lascivious position had you shaking your leg to distract your body from secreting anything that Seonghwa might get a whiff of. You don't think it ever worked, but Seonghwa merely assumed you'd seen a particularly captivating alpha before him on those days.

After a satisfying end to the school year Seonghwa spent a lot of his summer coming ti hang out with you in the cafe. You'd gotten a couple of employees at that point, but he'd come on on the days where only you were on shift and you'd let him hang out behind the counter.

You handed him a plate of cake and he looked at you in disbelief, "You can't keep giving me freebies, Y/nnie."

"Can't I treat my favorite customer right?" You asked innocently. Seonghwa's heart stuttered at that, confusing him.

"Besides," You continued, "It's a new recipe, I wanted someone to try it and see if it's sellable."

"It's going to be good no matter what, y/n." "Of course it tastes good, I know my skills," You chastised him, then realized that you were too comfortable as you shrunk in on yourself a little. "I just mean is the flavor profile popular in your opinion or something or maybe it should be seasonal? I don't know," you mumbled, turning away from him.

Seonghwa noticed the change in mood and spoke, "y/n."

You turned to look at him. "Come here." You did as told and looked up at him through your lashes, "yes?"

"Speak freely with me. We've been friends for almost a year." "I get too excited... sorry, it's not very omega-like of me."

"Hey," Seonghwa said softly, taking your wrist softly in his, "Who said an omega had to look and act a certain type of way? There's only one thing that unites us."

You looked at him expectantly, half-worried he'd say something akin to alphas owning omegas, but he made you laugh. "We're beautiful and society would fall without us."

"That's two things," You pointed out, "And alphas are just as important and beautiful... anyway you're the only beautiful one here, stop being humble."

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you don't think you're beautiful because the thought of it makes me uncharacteristically upset," Seonghwa chuckled, "But alphas are beautiful, huh? Anyone in the city caught your eye yet?"

You sighed, shaking your head, "Not really, no."

"Oh? You're slicked up everytime I see you and you're telling me that not a single alpha has your attention?"

You winced and turned away with a frown making Seonghwa realized he'd pushed a boundary. "Hey, I'm sorry if I crossed a line-"

"No, it's not- you're fine, I'm just... not used to talking about these things with anyone. I've never-" Well, you would say never since you had Wooyoung once upon a time. "I've never had anyone to go to about things like this... I've never really talked about it with anyone else."

"Well... I'm here if you want me," Seonghwa said, making your heart twist, "But I'm sorry I said that so suddenly."

"It's fine, but," You chuckled nervously, "But maybe just not at my workplace."

Seonghwa covered his mouth in shock for a moment before the both of you burst into giggles.

"Why don't you come to my place then?" Seonghwa suggested, "We're friends, right? I don't even have your number. Why don't we hang out outside of here. Take a day off from work, I know you're here everyday."

You huffed through a grin, "That sounds nice."

Seonghwa finally took a bite of the cake and smiled, "It's amazing by the way. But maybe it should be a fall flavor."

"Good to know, thank you."

What also would have been good to know was the way your body would react the moment you were surrounded by his scent.

"Shit."

"What, do I smell like shit?" Seonghwa asked with a playful grin. "No! No, I- I just... haven't had an omega friend in a long time..."

Seonghwa's eyes softened and he smiled, "Well, then I'm glad you gave me a chance."

You smiled gratefully before he took your bag from him.

"My place is pretty small, but cozy. I figured I didn't need much more than this until I get married. I don't like the idea of moving over and over, you know?" Seonghwa made conversation, "You'll sleep in the bed with me since I don't have a spare bed or room."

"Oh- it's okay, I can sleep on thr couch-"

"Nonsense," Seonghwa dismissed, "We're both omegas here. It's fine."

Right.

You nodded before going into his room. You breathed in deeply. His scent was obviously stronger in here, and you loved it. You felt gross to indulge yourself in him in any capacity while he was unaware, but he invited you here. You had to take advantage for your sanity's sake.

"Was there anything you wanted to ask me by the way?" Seonghwa asked after the two of you had changed and settled into bed. His sheets were plush and you could have passed out in them had Seonghwa not been next to you.

"About what?" "Alphas, love, personal life... I don't know. I'm an older omega, I thought it might be comforting to know that I'm here to talk to about these things."

"Oh, of course," you said, nodding. It made sense, though it wasn't alphas you wanted to talk about.

"So?" He inquired.

"Um... I don't know," you said softly, "I just... why aren't I satisfied? Or maybe I'm just not satisfying? To alphas?"

"You've been with alphas before, right?" Seonghwa asked.

"Yeah... two. They were about a year or two long... they broke up with me, though. I don't think they were satisfied, but... I wasn't so upset when I broke up with them either."

"Satisfaction like in the bedroom?" "Well... no," you said, scratching your head, "I think emotionally..."

"So smaller things... maybe like kissing... even small pecks go a long way, you know, y/n."

"They were good and wholesome relationships," You reassured him, "They just... I wasn't right for them... I'm starting to think I'm just not right for anyone... or just not worth it."

"Hey, never say that," He said sternly, "You are wonderful. Those alphas are assholes-" "No, they really weren't," you smiled sadly.

"How do you kiss?"

You paused, "Huh?"

"Alphas... they're really receptive to emotions while kissing. It's one of the only times that they are.

Oh, that explained why San liked kissing so much back in the day.

"I kiss normal? I didn't know the alpha kissing thing but that makes sense when I think about it."

"Well, there's a way of kissing that gets alphas on their knees," Seonghwa chuckled, "I would know."

"Oh? A popular omega, are you?" you teased to cover up your unease at the thought of him with anyone else.

"This bed has seen more alphas in my apartment than it saw customers at the mattress store," he chuckled. You could have said the same, except swap alphas for omegas, though you still doubted your body count was as high as his. You envied him. Those he desired desired him back two-fold. That was all you wanted. It was just a shame those you wanted never wanted you even half as much as you wanted them.

Still, you pretended to look more impressed than you were jealous and heartbroken.

"I could show you, you know," he said, and you tried, so so hard not to choke. "What?" you asked, coverin your mouth. "What? It's not uncommon for omegas to kiss, right? It's innocent affection. Like a mother and child, but well, just a little less innocent than that."

You supposed that would be the case for him... but it definitely would not be for you. You shook your head feigning amusement, "I don't know whether to be offended that you don't think I know how to kiss an alpha or flattered that you of all people are offering to kiss me."

"Come on, y/n," he said, not really leaving it up for discussion, "I'm older than you, I should be able to teach you something, right? Have I done a bad job at making you feel secure with me? You trust me to take care of you as your senior omega, don't you?"

"Well, yes of course, but-" "Then don't argue," he replied, moving you so that you'd be looking down at him, "Pretend you're the alpha. This is my signature. It's worked on everyone."

"Seonghwa-oppa, I don't think-" "Shhh," he put his fingers to your lips and straddled you, "Let me take care of you, alpha."

His tone of voice had your eyes wide, and a gasp escaped you as he placed a kiss to your collarbone, exposed by the looseness of your top.

You hated that he had called you alpha, but it was the roleplay, you supposed. You didn't know whether or not you were allowed to enjoy this, but your body reacted whether you liked it or not, immediately warming up, your pussy slicking with arousal.

"Got you wet already, alpha?" he asked, kissing wetly up your neck. Your breaths were light but loud and your hands found purchase on his waist. He pulled away for a moment to smirk up at you, the dirty look somehow looking almost innocent in his eyes.

He finally leaned up to place his lips on yours. For you, it was like sparks flew, something you'd never felt before. Before you knew it, your instincts had you deepening the kiss, hands now on his face as you resisted twisting him into the position you wanted him in. This was supposed to be a teaching moment, not pleasure. You were supposed to remember how he kissed you and use it on another alpha one day. This was nothing to him. You had to remind yourself of these things.

But... even if it went nowhere, maybe you could indulge yourself like this at least a little bit.

Eventually, Seonghwa pulled away and grinned at you, petting the side of your head as you leaned into his hand, "Well, usually alphas are little less submissive than that, but I think you get the picture."

You were confident that you had gotten a completely different picture from that. One where his cock was stuffed down your throat and your naked pussy humped against nothing at the sound of his desperate cries of release. That was a more accurate picture.

Seonghwa had to ignore the tingles that had gone through his body. He'd never felt that before, but he wasn't about to freak her out. It was probably nothing.

"Thank you, oppa," you said softly, tucking yourself into his chest so that his warmth could comfort you.

"Hey, you have to give me feedback," Seonghwa complained lightheartedly as he rubbed your back, "Don't fall asleep yet. Was it different or did I teach you something you already knew?"

"It was different," you replied.

"Well, then you have to show me what you learned, y/n."

You pulled away, "But I just learned, oppa, I can't just do it right away!"

"Oh? Then next time you have to show me you learned something," he said, nuzzling his nose into the side of your head. You nodded with a sigh, "Okay."

You doubted there would be a next time.

As you assumed, he never thought anything of that night.

But you were wrong.

You two did continue spending time in the cafe, but now when he passed you, hands finding your waist as he maneuvered you out of the way, he found his fingertips tingling where he touched you.

He found his eyes more drawn to your face as the microexpressions you made during your seemingly non-complex interactions that became interesting to only him.

You did notice his gaze, but you didn't didn't dwell on it. No need to chase waterfalls.

Eventually, school started up again, and Seonghwa had to spent more time thinking about you than he could see you.

Meanwhile, a new regular came into your place of work.

Yeosang was soft for an alpha. You couldn't deny that he attracted you at least a little. He had you questioning if you really were only emotionally available to omegas or if you really just hadn't found the right alpha yet. You couldn't forget Seonghwa entirely, but Yeosang had been the first successful distraction from him.

After a few months, Seonghwa, though he'd still been coming in every weekday, was replaced with Yeosang in your mind. Not voluntarily, but since you were actively trying to give up on Seonghwa, Yeosang was seeming like you'd finally found a solution.

But he was so, so dense. You'd asked him out one day, and he didn't realize that you meant as a date, so when it ended he'd said, "Hanging out with you was fun, we should do it again."

"Hanging out?" "Yeah?" Geez.

You let it go the first time, but when you went on another date with him and he still didn't realize, you realized that you weren't as patient as you thought you were.

You cut him off while he was talking about something, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips, stunning him. He shut up instantly, looking at you for a few seeconds before a shy smile broke out onto his face. "Oh." "Yeah."

You started dating him after that.

Seonghwa was not so pleasantly surprised to find out when he discovered the hickies on your neck one morning. It was your turn to shock him with the knowledge of your previous night's endeavors.

"Oh? Who's the new alpha?" Seonghwa asked and you smiled softly at the thought of your lover, "His name is Yeosang. He's... I never thought I could meet someone like him. He's... warm. A lot warmer than a lot of the alphas I've met."

"Yeosang? Kang Yeosang?" "Oh, huh, he did say he also worked at the school, I completely forgot. No wonder he became a regular."

"Yeah, he's the math teacher," Seonghwa said, "A reluctant new hire since schools don't usually hire alphas. He was special, I guess."

"He is special," you said softly in realization, and Seonghwa couldn't tell if he liked that you were happy or if he wanted to be the one making you happy.

Wait what?

"What did you teach again?" you asked Seonghwa and he furrowed his brows, "I'm the dance teacher. One of the physical education courses. I didn't tell you that?"

"Dance teacher? I think I would have remembered that," you said in awe, "That's so cool, no wonder you're so lean."

"Isn't Kang Yeosang pretty muscular?" "Well, that's because working out is his hobby. You wouldn't expect a math teacher to be naturally fit, but I knew that you didn't work out much, so now it makes sense."

"You think I'm fit?" "I don't think it, I know it? It's a fact, isn't it?" It was indeed a fact.

"Well, does he make you happy?" Seonghwa asked, heart racing in anticipation.

The way you paused had him nervous, and the smile on your face squeezed his heart. "I think this is the first time I've ever been satisfied in a relationship." With an alpha anyway.

Seonghwa couldn't help but smile. You were happy, so how could he be anything but, "I'm happy for you."

The knowledge of your relationship followed him to work. He hadn't told you this, but his students would often see him talking to you in the window of the cafe as they passed by and teased him for it, singing, "Mr. Park and Cafe Lady sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G."

City children, especially these days, didn't grow up with the same enforcement of alpha and omega heteronormativity, so they saw nothing wrong with such relationships. Seonghwa told them, even, that it would never happen since you were an omega and he was an omega, to which they responded, "So what?"

So what, indeed.

Well, even if he wanted to question everything he'd ever known fo you, you had slotted yourself firmly back into the heteronormative standard now that you were with Yeosang. Another thing that followed him to work.

Suddenly, the man was everywhere. He was a great guy, Seonghwa had to admit, and he could tell why you liked him. If normal alphas hadn't seduced you, it made sense that this omega-like alpha held you firmly in his grasp.

It made him think about the way you used to look at him, like there was something you wanted from him. You didn't really look at him like that much anymore. He wondered more often these days about what it had meant back then.

All Seonghwa knew was that his stomach had been in knots since kissing you, and he hadn't been with anyone else since. Even when he laid in bed at night cock in hand, even his thoughts couldn't find an alpha to fixate on, gravitating to you once again. He hadn't even jerked off since kissing you, because all he could think of was you, and he felt too terrible to beat his dick to the thought of the pretty little omega that he had taken under his wing.

It was one fateful day, though, that almost finally allowed him to see the extent of his feelings for you.

"Oh, Y/n is on heat leave at the moment."

Heat leave... you were on heat leave and you were probably spending it with-

"Fuck."

He took off work that day. He'd never been to your apartment, but he knew where you lived and he ran there.

He was breathing heavily when you opened the door, sweat gathered at your hairline and shock etched into your face.

"Seonghwa-"

"I- I heard-" "Oh...," You said softly, lip wobbling, "You heard about Yeosang."

Pause. "Yeosang." Seonghwa pretended to know what you were talking about.

"It was yesterday," you said, trying not to cry, "We- we broke up."

Seonghwa's mouth gaped, "Right before your heat?" "My heat?" You asked confused before you blushed I realization, "Oh... that's just what I told my employees... it's a little embarassing that the first time I've ever taken off work was for heartbreak so I..."

Seonghwa's expression softened and he held his arms open for you to hug him. You immediately found comfort in his arms and brought him inside where he led you to the couch so that he could cuddle you properly.

You buried your face into his neck and tried you stifle your whimpers, "There's something wrong with me."

"No, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with you," he murmured, his heart relaxing a little. There were a lot of things he was thinking at the moment, but the most overwhelming desire he had at the moment was merely to comfort you. He was hating your tears.

But there is something wrong with me, You thought, I just don't like alphas.

You tried with Yeosang, you really did. The two of you were wonderful together, and you were slowly able to forget everything that had happened with Yuna and Wooyoung, and even the feelings that were starting to build for Seonghwa..., but you couldn't fool yourself. Your lack of desire for alphas was fundamental, and at some point, even though you loved Yeosang, he could feel it. He could feel that your heart just wasn't where it was supposed to be, even though you wanted it to be, even though you were at a point where it should have been. Yeosang knew you loved him, but he knew it wasn't a whole love like he had for you; it was a piece of a love you could have with someone else. He couldn't put his finger on it, but when he brought it up to you, you understood.

It broke your heart to hear it, but that's when you realized that you really were just broken. No one wanted to love you or be loved by you in the way you wanted or could give. Nothing was working, and even though it felt more right than anything for another omega to warm your bed, the only conclusion was that something had to be wrong with you.

Was there no one else with this burden? Were you truly just wrong?

The thoughts had you sobbing into Seonghwa's sweater and he could only hold you as he thought of all the ways he wished he could tell Yeosang off. What had he done that this normally calm and sweet omega was crying in his arms like this? He squeezed you to release his own anger, but you were none the wiser.

"O-oppa... don't you have work?" you sniffled some time later when your sobs had subsided into stuttered breaths. "I took off... I was worried about you when I found out you were on heat leave... I thought you were..." A little lie wouldn't hurt. "I thought you were alone."

"What could you have done even if I was on my heat?" you mumbled unseriously.

"I could have helped."

You looked up at him curiously, "Help?"

"What else can an omega do during their heat when they have no alpha than rely on other omegas?"

"Have... have you done that before? Is that normal?" you asked. You'd never heard of anyone else doing it.

"Well, no," Seonghwa said, almost nervously, "B-but it's hardly unnatural. Only omegas with close bonds even have the desire to help another omega that way. I feel close to you. I'm here, so... you don't have to worry."

You didn't respond. How were you supposed to respond? Seonghwa was senior to both you and Wooyoung, sure, but not by much. Was that seriously a thing for close omegas to desire to help each other? Was that how Wooyoung had felt for you? Just an instinctual desire to help you through your heat because of how close you were?

You sighed against Seonghwa, making him shiver. You didn't want to think about anymore. You wanted to stop thinking all together. This sucked, everything sucked. Was it so much to ask for another omega to love you proudly?

Fuck, you hadn't thought about Wooyoung in so long. You missed him. You wondered if you shouldn't have been so quick to feel betrayed. Maybe you should have just asked to join his relationship with San... then again, if Wooyoung really loved you, he'd have considered that and offered by then, wouldn't he have? Fuck this. Fuck Wooyoung. Fuck San. Fuck everything.

A gentle hand petting your head brought you out of your angry thoughts and your body untensed. Seonghwa noticed you suddenly getting agitated, but didn't know why. He was relieved when he felt you relax, and before he knew it, you weren't thinking about it anymore. You were sleeping. You weren't thinking at all.

Now he allowed himself to think. He had probably been wrong about his feelings for you. Surely, his little romantic infatuation had to have been fleeting. This feeling that he'd never had before wasn't romantic, no, it was almost motherly. He wanted to care for you, take you fully under his wing, treasure you, protect you. He almost felt responsible for you. You were being so vulnerable for him in this moment... he wanted to make sure you felt safe with him.

Yeah, that wasn't romantic interest. How silly of him. It would have been the most embarrassing thing to come to you about romantic feelings. Sure it wasn't looked down upon, but it wasn't any omega's choice (if it was even a choice) to be with another omega. You were happily with Yeosang until now; there was no indication to him that his supposed feelings had been reciprocated. Silly him to assume.

He held you until you woke up, head tucked into his neck as he stroked your back soothingly.

"Oppa...," you said softly, "I'm sorry, you've been here so long."

"It's okay," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into your hair, "Like I said. I'm here."

You took a deep breath, "Why doesn't anyone want me?" You knew the answer..., but you wanted to know what he'd say.

"Well, I can't fathom you being the problem if you did what I taught you," Seonghwa said humorously, trying to lighten the mood, "You did, right?"

"Of course," you mumbled. "You wanna show me?" he asked, and despite the tear stains, your expression filled with determination as you looked at him.

You leaned up slightly to peck his lips. He smiled warmly but didn't get the chance to coo at your cuteness before your lips were on his again. You sat up against him, placing your hands behind him on the couch as you kissed him so tenderly he thought he might melt.

You positioned yourself to straddle him and pressed chaste kisses along the line of his sideburns and jaw, pressing a long peck against the skin below his adam's apple making him shudder.

"Am I making you feel good, Alpha?" you whispered, grinding against his crotch. His breathy moans were like music to your ears but were soon cut off by the reattachment of your mouth to his. At first, you were below him, submissive and small, but now you sat tall, making him look up at you. You hadn't touched him, but he almost looked fucked out, and it made you hungry for more of his expressions of pleasure.

You took the lead, french kissing Seonghwa in a way that almost hypnotized him. The reminder of the taste of your mouth had his head spinning, almost questioning the conclusion he had just come to. You were delicious, and he never wanted to stop drinking you.

When you pulled away, finally, both mouths remained open as you breathed, wet with saliva, an almost comical line of the substance connecting the both of you.

You looked at him for feedback, expectant and he pressed his hand to your back, "Yeosang is a fucking idiot."

Your subsequent giggle made his heart soar as he smiled back, relieved that you were laughing. He pulled you down to cradle you in his arms, nuzzling his face against yours, increasing your giggles.

He felt as though he could listen to you forever and be satisfied.

Your friendship with Seonghw grew to an all-time high. There were hardly any boundaries between the both of you. Sure, the kissing wasn't common practice. Seonghwa realized very quickly that you were not the problem in any capacity, not your physical intimacy at least, so there was nothing he felt he needed to teach you, and you, despite your initial crush on him, just learned to cope with the fact that he would never like you, but there was always the chance you could meet another omega and proudly fall in love one day. You could only pray that you wouldn't lose Seonghwa in the process.

Even if you couldn't have him, you cherished his friendship.

You and Yeosang weren't on bad terms. He still was a regular at the cafe, and much to Seonghwa's disappointment, you remained friends. Yeosang didn't know how beat up you'd been over the break-up. As far as he was concerned, it was amicable, and to maintain the friendship, you were determined to keep it that way. Seonghwa had to respect it as much as he wanted to go up to Yeosang and give him a piece of his mind.

The friendship was comfortable, and once again, Seonghwa started going out and seeing Alphas and you... couldn't bring yourself to see anyone.

As much as you wanted the touch of another omega, you didn't think you could deal with the emptiness that came with them leaving afterward. Even if they wanted your body, the fact that they didn't want your soul had you feeling unwanted entirely, and for your own mental health, you decided not to subject yourself to it.

But, of course, things could never be easy. You were comfortable with him, and you'd given up on him, so you thought it was safe to open up. You thought it was safe to tell him about more than just San, Yunho, and Yeosang, but about Yuna and Wooyoung, too, and all the other omegas you'd been with since coming to the city. You thought it was safe, you thought you were safe, you thought he was safe.

You were wrong.

You and Seonghwa had been laying on your backs in bed facing opposite directions. You were feeling sentimental, so you spoke. You wanted to reveal your heart to him the way you never had to anyone before.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked softly. "Of course," he replied. "I've never told anyone else this before, you know," You told him, "I just... it scares me."

"You can tell me anything, y/n."

You believed him, grabbing his hand for comfort.

"When I was still a teacher, there was this other female omega teacher, she taught dance, too, actually... we stayed overnight at the school for school event and... one thing led to another."

Seonghwa listened intently, heart not knowing how to process this information.

"She was beautiful... and I'd never been with an omega like that before..., but it made sense why San and Yunho never worked out..., that interaction alone had fulfilled me more than my relationships with them... I wanted to start something with her, but... she didn't. I never spoke to her again," you sighed, "I thought that maybe my feelings were a fluke..., but then..."

You choked up at the thought of Wooyoung. "Wooyoung had been my best friend for years... I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with him... until I started my heat when I was in his bed, and I pushed him into his heat... we spent it together, and he told me... he told me he loved me and that he wanted me, and I believed him..."

You looked at Seonghwa hopelessly, ignoring his unreadable expression, "But he was seeing my ex-alpha behind my back the whole time... and he spread such horrible rumors about me, saying that I forced myself on him... I was fired, my parents disowned me, the people shunned me..., so I moved here."

Seonghwa's heart broke at your backstory, but he couldn't help but retreat his hand the more you spoke. You liked omegas. You actually liked omegas... was his friendship with you even as innocent as it was supposed to be? What he thought was normal omega bonding... were you indulging in it as something more the whole time?

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said softly, "Can... can I ask if you felt that way about me?"

You frowned, holding your hands together against your stomach as you looked at the ceiling, "Yeah... I did..., but I stopped after meeting Yeosang. I really did love him, you know, and I'm not the type to lead someone on." Like Wooyoung did to me. He hummed in acknowledgment.

You tried not to take the lack of physical contact to heart, and the rest of the night was silent. You really didn't expect your heart to break the worst time the next morning when Seonghwa was gone, and your favorite regular was no longer a customer at all.

You called him. He didn't answer. Texts were left on delivered. You didn't see him even passing by the shop. He was gone. Ghosted you just like Yuna did, but this was almost worse as you'd innocently bared your soul to him, and he decided that you were not worth dealing with anymore.

You had seriously cherished his friendship. He was like your mentor as an omega, the older omega guiding you the way you'd always wished you'd had. Wooyoung had kind of been like that before things had gotten messy. If Wooyoung hadn't been attracted to you, you'd have told him about Yuna eventually, too. Despite everything he'd done, you couldn't help but be bitter towards Seonghwa, comparing him to Wooyoung, thinking that Wooyoung would never had done this to you.

But Wooyoung had done worse, hadn't he?

Now that Seonghwa was gone, your mind coped by thinking about Wooyoung, avoiding one heartbreak by fixating on another, objectively worse heartbreak. Your mind tried to convince you that it hadn't been that bad, that maybe Wooyoung really did love you.

Anything to stop thinking about Seonghwa. Out of sight out of mind... but that didn't apply to Wooyoung you guessed.

"Are you okay, noona?" your employee asked. You looked at Jongho with a sigh. You had laid your head down on your arms on the counter as you thought about your horrible love life. The young alpha had always been good to you, very respectful. You were happy his mother raised him well.

"No," you chuckled honestly, "Seonghwa stopped talking to me."

"What!? Why?" he asked.

Something in your heart changed in that moment. Fuck hiding everything. You liked omegas, no- you LOVED them.

"Do you think it's wrong for an omega to mate with another omega, Jongho?"

Jongho blushed before thoughtfully shaking his head, "No? What could possibly be wrong with it?" "It's not abnormal?" "Not at all? Not all omegas are built the same. Alphas can like other alphas, too, right?" You smirked at him, "Have you ever liked another alpha?" "I feel like it's impossible for me to not look at a gorgeous female alpha and not-"

Jongho almost let his unfiltered words fall out at the thought of the specific female alpha that had recently gotten his attention and you laughed, patting the boy on the back. "Well... I like omegas. I've never liked alphas, even though I thought I did or that I should... Seonghwa found out, and... well, I guess he does think it's wrong."

"What-?" You cringed as you turned to the door. Yeosang came in at the worst time. "What are you doing here?!" you yelled at him.

"I came for my lunch break today! I wanted to ask you about your friend Seonghwa, he's been really uncharacteristically cold recently! Now I know why! What a douche!"

"Hey don't-" "He is a douche, noona," Jongho stopped you from trying to defend Seonghwa. Your lip wobbled, "No, he's not..."

Yeosang frowned, and Jongho patted your back comfortingly.

"You don't think anything is wrong with me?" You asked Yeosang, and he shook his head frantically. "If anything, I think there's less wrong with you now than I did before I walked in. I should have figured that you preferred omegas over alphas."

You smiled at him, "You really are different... I wish I could have loved you in a way that satisfied you." Yeosang returned the sad expression, "I do, too."

"What are you going to do now, though, noona?" Jongho asked. "Ugh, I don't know," You mumbled.

"I was keeping my distance a little because I thought I hurt you, y/n," Yeosang said, "But... now that I know that it wasn't just me... I hope we can be friends properly... not just exes."

"I'm your friend, too, noona," Jongho insisted, "Even if I'm younger than you."

"Why don't me and Jongho take you to hang out outside of work," Yeosang suggested, "We're friends, too, aren't we Jongho?"

"Sure, hyung," Jongho said, amused, "I wouldn't mind that."

You looked between your two unlikely friends, your employee and ex-boyfriend, and couldn't help but laugh.

"You guys are silly," you said through your laughter, "Sure, I wouldn't mind that, either."

Sure, you loved Seonghwa, but you cherished his friendship more. If he wasn't even willing to give you that, then... well, friendship was friendship after all. You could cherish these guys, too.

Yeosang and Jongho treated you well. You learned that the two of them were introverts, but just oddly sparked chemistry after meeting because of you. They didn't have many friends outside of work, so the three of you became a fun little trio that, after a while, became recognizable to the people around the places in the city that you frequented. Two alphas and an omega hanging out as only friends, seemed to stand out, you supposed.

Even Seonghwa had gotten wind of it at some point. He didn't feel jealous, of course, why would he? He'd left you after all, and you'd already admitted that you didn't like alphas. He had nothing to worry about. Not that he worried about having to worry about it.

He had been conflicted since that night. The surefire conclusion he'd come to felt solid until that moment. He had rightly been questioning himself and his attraction to you before, but now he was more confused than ever. He still had that motherly protective feeling towards you, but the more time passed the more his stomach lurched at the thought of you, his heart almost crying out for your touch.

He'd tried to move on with other alphas, to see if this connection that he had with you really was a fleeting infatuation, but he found that he wasn't satisfied with them anymore. Holding alphas in his arms felt nothing like holding you. That motherly instinct of his that was usually reserved for alphas and children was aching to reach you, to have a deeper connection than what he was used to with anyone.

It scared him. The complexity of his overwhelmingly positive feelings for something so unknown to him was scary, and you were the root of it. So naturally, he tried to forget you.

He couldn't.

It was a rainy day that he decided to pass by the cafe for the first time in months. He figured that you wouldn't bother looking outside or at least wouldn't recognize him with the rain hitting the windows. He didn't even bother with an umbrella. He felt so numb that he wasn't to feel something, anything, be it physical of emotional, that wasn't this sadness that was related to you.

He had come a little bit after Yeosang who sat behind the counter on the stool that had once been his, chatting with you and your employee, Jongho, whom he recognized as the new hire you'd gotten sometime after the first time you spent the night at his apartment.

Seonghwa saw that they had no romantic intentions with you. Sure, he wasn't worried about your interest in them, but he had been a little worried about them making unwanted moves on you. But based on their body language, the entirety of your exchanges with them as he'd seen so far had been platonic. He didn't know how he'd have felt if you'd become a pack with them. More complicated feelings would have been added to the mix.

His students hadn't been helping him either.

"Psst, Mr. Park," one child said quietly while the rest of the students were doing cooldowns led by the assistant teacher. He smiled, leaning down to his student, "What's up?"

"I know you don't really talk to Ms. l/n from the coffee shop anymore..." These nosy little- "But she likes omegas, if you were wondering!"

Wait, how did his student know that?

"I heard her talking with one of the other cafe people," the child said excitedly, "So there's no way she isn't interested in you!"

Well, that was something he already knew... somewhat. You did say that your feelings for him were old. You never said that those feelings were gone, but... you didn't say that you still felt that way either.

Seonghwa put on a smile for his student, patting their head, "You should mind your own business... but good to know." The kid laughed, before running back to the other children to avoid being scolded by the assistant teacher.

You were talking about it much more openly, now, he assumed. No one had been any wiser about your preference before as far as he knew. Hell, he was the closest person to you for the longest time, and he hadn't known... and he'd left when he found out... now it seemed like everyone knew.

Maybe you figured you had nothing else to lose. He could only imagine how exhausting it had to be to hide a fundamental part of yourself.

Now he wondered if he was doing exactly that as he felt his heart react to every radiant smile that came upon your face when you laughed at your friends' jokes or when you addressed a customer. That was something he loved about you. No matter who you were talking to or what was going on, your kindness, your smile, was always genuine. It seemed to be even brighter since being open about your love for omegas. It even seemed like people were receptive to your transparency.

Hot tears couldn't help but join the rain that fell against his face as he watched you. He didn't know how long he stood there, longing for something he had yet to acknowledge how much he wanted. He knew it hurt to be without you, but to truly be with you? What would that even be like?

"Hey, omega!" Seonghwa turned his head with furrowed brows, frantically wiping his tears as he went to respond to the unfamiliar alpha voice calling out to him.

"What're you doing out in the rain, poor doll? Need a hot shower? Maybe a hot bed as a bonus?" Seonghwa's mood turned sour when he realized the situation. Cat-calling, of course.

"Park Seonghwa, right?" the rough alpha asked, jogging up to him with an umbrella. Despite the shelter from the rain, Seonghwa did not feel relieved in the presence of this new alpha. "I'm sorry, did you need something?" he asked, his tone clearly indicating his mood. This alpha didn't seem dumb enough to not have read the room, but he certainly decided to ignore it.

"I think I made my intention pretty clear, didn't I?" the alpha asked, smiling crookedly, "Come on, I hear you're a good time!"

"And I've heard nothing about you," Seonghwa snipped. It wasn't like him to handle such things with impatience, usually opting to put pushy alphas in their place with grace, but he really wasn't in the mood today. In an ideal world, he wanted to curl into your arms on a soft bed after having had a nice meal and a hot shower, but life didn't seem to want to be kind to him today.

Maybe he deserved it after basically abandoning you.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby," he chuckled, "I'll take good care of you, honest. You're special, you know. I want you. I usually don't think about an omega for this long."

For this long? But we just met? Seonghwa was properly creeped out now, and with nothing but the clothes on his back and his phone in his pocket---he'd left his bag at school knowing he'd be wallowing in self-pity outside of your cafe anyway, and he'd rather not get his books and electronics wets---he was feeling pretty defenseless right now.

It was like you could sense it as you finally paid attention to the figures outside the cafe window. You had just finished with a customer after a long line when the familiar silhouette caught your eye, slowly inching away from a bigger and seemingly too imposing figure.

Your expression twisted into one of concern as your body moved on it's own. Jongho didn't notice, but Yeosang watched you curiously as you made your way outside, on alert in case you needed help.

You opened the door to the cafe, "Is there a problem out here?"

Seonghwa looked like a deer in headlights while the alpha looked annoyed, "No ma'am. You have a nice day now."

"You think I haven't seen you around before, Mr. Gae?" you asked, your words undercutting your polite tone, "I was wondering why you were loitering without ever coming inside, but it seems that I've found my answer."

"How do you know my name-?" "I'm not oblivious to the members of my community Mr. Gae," you said, "It doesn't look like Mr. Park is very interested in you, so I suggest you take your leave quickly before the police catch you for being within a mile of the school."

"I've never touched a child, how dare you-" "The children might not know you, but our beloved teachers certainly do," you said, "I'd prefer if you didn't cause distress for the pillars of our community anymore."

"I'll be damned if I let some useless omega bitch who can't even get an alpha to fuck her tell me what to do. Run back to your omega lover, because they ain't gonna protect you if you keep talking," the alpha spat.

"Jongho," Yeosang said, seeing the alpha get worked up, and Jongho immediately placed himself within the alpha's line of sight, offering a menacing fortress behind you to make sure he didn't try anything.

"You don't know me," you chuckled, "But it sounds like you're projecting, Mr. Gae. My good friend over there already called the police." You pointed to Yeosang who animatedly spoke on the phone for Mr. Gae to see, "Now, are you going to leave Mr. Park alone, or are you going to take your chances and get arrested because you can't keep your dick in your pants nor can you get a willing omega to sleep with you?"

"Fuck you," he spat, throwing his umbrella at you before running back to his truck, speeding off. "Y/n!" Seonghwa gasped when the umbrella hit you, but you maintained your composure, closing the umbrella and bringing it in with you.

Seonghwa made no move to follow you, so you looked at him expectantly, "Come on inside, now, before you get a cold."

Seonghwa snapped out of his daze and followed you, but stopped only a step away from the door once he got inside, realizing that he was dripping wet all over your floors, not the mention the weird looks he was receiving from other customers.

"I should have some large clothes in the back room that you can wear," you said to Seonghwa, putting your hand on his shoulder, and ushering him behind the counter. Jongho and Yeosang shared a look before watching you take Seonghwa to the back where he changed.

"Who's clothes are these?" he mumbled to you as your back was turned so he could change. "Mine," you said simply. You didn't want to elaborate. They could be yours because they fit you or perhaps you preferred to have bigger clothes to change into before you went home so you didn't attract unwanted attention at night. Either way, it was lucky you had them for this moment.

"Thank you," he mumbled, now wearing a pair of white sweatpants and a hoodie. Not exactly the most inconspicuous outfit, but it was cheap, simple, and suitable. You didn't pick another color for him, since he'd always seemed pure to you. It was fitting. You don't think you'd have ever worn it, having bought it without thinking along with the other colors you'd stocked for yourself.

Maybe it was meant for him.

Maybe he was meant to be here.

With you.

The same thoughts filtered through both heads, but were quickly swept away.

"Um, you can relax on the couch by the fireplace," you said, "That seemed tense... I used to see him around more when you used to stay here with me... I guess he was stalking you. I don't think it's safe for you to go home alone right now."

"Um... okay," he murmured, burying his face into the neckline of the sweatshirt.

They came out from the back and you led him to the seating you'd suggested to him. It was popular, so you were surprised it was actually unoccupied. "I'll get you some tea," you said softly, "You can get comfortable, just... relax a little, okay?"

He nodded silently before you went back behind the counter.

"Yo, why are you being so nice?" Jongho whisper yelled when you came back. You glared at him, glancing back at Seonghwa, "We never argued or had a negative interaction. He stopped talking to me, but he didn't explicitly do anything to hurt me. There's no reason I can't be kind. Plus... you can't just be rude to someone you used... to love."

Your words slowed and you let out a huff making Jongho look at you sympathetically, once again exchanging knowing eye contact with Yeosang.

You gave Seonghwa the tea, and he held the warm cup in his sleeve-covered hands, feeling the heat seep through the material and into his skin. He sat there, staring into the liquid for a long while, so long that you wondered if you'd forgotten his order and he actually hated the tea before he finally took a sip. His body filled with warmth and he couldn't help the tears that pricked his eyes.

He felt comforted. Hardly a ten-minute interaction with you had his body relaxing into a state that one should feel when they've finally come home after years of being away, or as if he'd been thirsting in the desert and found an oasis that he never wanted to leave.

You frowned when you saw his tears. He continued drinking the tea until it was gone, but the more time passed, the more his shoulders were wracked with silent sobs, his teeth almost ripping into the material of the hoodie to hold the sound back.

"Just go over there, y/n," Yeosang sighed, and you looked at him, shocked that he caught you staring. You weren't exactly hiding it, though. "It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to. Omegas comfort other omegas, too."

"Yeah, but that's what our relationship always was and he stopped speaking to me just by having the knowledge that I once loved him, and that I loved omegas... there's no way he isn't disgusted by me."

"Don't say that," Jongho said sternly, "You know that's not true. He was watching you from the window of the store for like an hour before that alpha freak showed up. He misses you. In what way, I do'nt know." But he was pretty damn sure it wasn't a platonic way. Waiting in the rain for your lover was textbook romance.

You sighed, following your whims. You could regret another day, but seeing him cry was breaking you. He really was a motherly figure to you once upon a time. To see someone who was once your pillar actually break down like this was hard to watch.

You planted yourself next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "Seonghwa...ssi... are you okay?"

Seonghwa coughed when he felt your touch, jumping to wipe his tears and unconfidently look you in the eyes.

"Y/n! oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I-." "Sorry for what?" you asked rhetorically, "You didn't ask to be harassed in front of my place of work. It was the least I could do to help you."

"I-...," there were so many things he wanted to say, "He said such horrible things to you..."

You smiled at him reassuringly, albeit a little sad, "It's easier for me to respond when I know what he's thinking, and he made his disrespect very clear. I don't have to feel hurt from people like that."

I don't know how to feel about you because I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm feeling hurt and disrespected by you.

Seonghwa pressed his lips into a firm line, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you can't help the way you process things," you said, "I'm sorry he affected you so much."

"He- he really didn't, I just...," Seonghwa looked down at his cup and traced the rim with his finger absentmindedly, "I just haven't felt this... comforted... in a long time... or maybe ever... I don't know if it's because I never have been or let myself be taken care of this way or if I- I just..."

Or if I just miss you...

You both knew what he was trying to say, but you wanted to hear it from him. You didn't even trust words at face value after Wooyoung. You weren't going to start trusting words that weren't even said, now.

"Can... can we talk?" Seonghwa asked softly, "I... I have so much to say, and I'm not even sure what I'm thinking, but I just... I want to stop... avoiding it."

"Okay," you said, rubbing his arm, "Why don't you wait for me to close up, and then you can come home with me, okay?"

He nodded, and you smiled at him, moving your hand down his arm to take his hand, and comfortingly stroke the back of it with his thumb.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, and he shook his head, "I'll grab something for you."

Seonghwa felt so... warm, so taken care of... Was this how you'd felt with him? Was this the feeling you preferred over... whatever it was that one felt with alphas? He couldn't think of that feeling...why couldn't he think of that feeling? It was like he'd completely forgotten it.

He positioned himself on the couch in a way where he could always be looking at you while you were at the counter and imagined himself next to you. What would he do- no... what did he want to do? He had treated you so unfairly, he didn't deserve the opportunity to explain himself but you were giving it to him anyway.

Now he owed it to you to have something he could explain. Something more than just that he didn't know how to feel so he didn't want to feel it at all... no, that was a terrible excuse that would hurt you.

Seonghwa closed his eyes and imagined all the levels of intimacy he'd had with you thus far from the moment you'd met to the times his tongue was in your mouth, hips firmly pressed together.

Were those moments as innocent as he had been trying to convince himself they were? Had you really been the one indulging yourself, or was he the one subconsciously taking advantage of your willingness all this time. You were putty in his hands, obeying when he wanted to "teach" you and subsequently "show him what you learned." In hindsight, it felt almost coercive on his part to even say such things, but he really was being honest in his intentions..., you seemed to think so, too... but maybe he wanted you all along. Maybe desire to "help" you was just his mind creating an opening for him to submerse himself in you.

He couldn't say he'd ever felt that way for another omega before. He wasn't like you in the sense that relationships with alphas didn't satisfy him. The only reason his previous relationships hadn't worked out was solely due to the ambitions of those alphas that had their desires for the future clashing impenetrably. He had never felt unfulfilled.

But now that he'd met you... there was nothing, no one else for him.

He wanted you.

His heart beat incessantly in his chest to the point he thought he might actually be some kind of medical issue, but it was just you. You were consuming him.

He stood up, going back to the counter. He couldn't wait anymore.

"Y/n," he said unwaveringly, making you turn to him. "What's wrong?" you asked.

"It can't- I can't wait," he said, "Please, can we- can we please go?"

You glanced at Jongho who nodded at you, "I can close up, noona."

"Thank you, Jongho," you said, putting your handon his tricep appreciatively before taking your apron off and going to the back to leave it there and take your jacket.

The two of you were out of there in less than 5 minutes.

It was still raining, but you lived close by and would shower anyway, so there was not much harm in just ticking it out through the rain.

Seonghwa was silent, anxiety bubbling up in his throat as he thought about what he would say to you. Oh god, what if you didn't feel the same anymore? What if he had done irreparable damage to your relationship?

You touched his hand and he looked up at your worried expression sharply.

"You... you don't look like yourself? What happened, Seonghwa, are you okay?"

"Y/n...," he tried to form the words coherently, but he couldn't. He just let them spill out, hoping that they would make sense, that you would understand.

"My heart," he started, "It's been all over the place since I met you... and I've never felt like this before in my life. I thought it was motherly as your senior and as an omega, I thought it was just the desire to take care of you... then I kissed you and you started dating Yeosang, and I thought... I thought maybe my feelings were romantic..."

Your eyes couldn't help but widen at that. "I was so jealous, but when your employee told me you were on heat leave, the thought of you spending it with him... and I knew you had already slept with him, but sharing your heat- I thought- I don't know what I was thinking when I ran to your place, I didn't even know you'd broken up and I didn't even know what I would have said had he been there or not..., but you broke up with him and you took comfort in my arms... I thought maybe it really was the guiding motherly instinct in me. I thought that I was just misreading my feelings, so I stopped thinking about it."

"And I was happy," he almost started sobbing, "I was so happy being with you, even as just your friend. I was happy, and I thought there was no way my feelings from before made sense. I thought you liked alphas, and that even if I did like you there was no way you liked me back too. I was so sure... and then you told me... that you liked omegas, and you once had feelings for me... I didn't know what to do with myself y/n."

You looked at him helplessly. You couldn't tell if you were happy he was airing it all out to you or if you almost hated yourself in that moment. What if he words just resulted in him trying to just tell you that he felt guilty for hurting you and wanted to be friends again? That his interest in you really was a fluke?

"When I started developing feelings, I felt like there was something wrong with me..., I was almost relieved when I started believing my secondary explanation for it, but knowing those feelings weren't exclusive to me, that you felt that way and did so confidently... I felt wrong again, like all those feelings were coming back with the knowledge of your feelings fueling it."

You didn't want to say anything. Your paranoid heart felt like it knew how this was going to end. You felt as though he was blaming you for seducing him and making him feel wrong.

But that wasn't the case at all.

There was a pause where Seonghwa looked at your face, trying to decipher your expression through the rain.

"But nothing about this feeling is wrong," he whispered, "Nothing has ever felt more right in my life."

Your breath caught in your throat. Really? You thought, You feel that way, too?

"I'm sorry," he spoke again, wiping his wet bangs away from his face, "You said you stopped having feelings for me after Yeosang, and I- I'm dumping all this on you now when you probably don't feel the same about me anymore-."

"I love you."

Seonghwa's heart stopped when you cut him off and you looked at him helplessly again but this time with a pitiful smile on your face, "I don't know if that's too soon for you to hear, but I love you, oppa."

Seonghwa looked at you in genuine shock, "Y/n, but I-." "We're both going to catch a cold if we stay out in the rain, let's go inside, please."

You held your hand out, and Seonghwa slowly took it, following you silently to your apartment.

Before you could stall any longer, Seonghwa took your arms firmly in his hands and made you look at him.

"I love you, y/n," he said, "And... I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I love you, and I want to love you more than just in my heart. I want your heart to be mine, because my heart is already firmly in your hands."

Your lip wobbled at his confession and your hands came up to try and stifle your tears, but your sobs broke through anyway. It was almost childish, how hard you cried. Seonghwa pulled you into his arms, his own tears falling down his face as the weight of hiding your shared feelings finally lifted off of your shoulders.

Seonghwa pulled away for a moment to take your face in his hands, looking at you tenderly before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. It was a thousand times more innocent than the ones you two had shared before, but so much more emotional.

Your legs would have given out under you if Seonghwa hadn't kept you upright. He detached your lips from yours with a lazy smile before pulling you by your hands to the bathroom.

"Let's freshen up and then go to bed, how does that sound?"

"Your not hungry?" you asked, dazed, as Seonghwa nonchalantly undressed you to shower with him. "Are you hungry?" he asked, putting his hand on your cheek, and you shook your head, making him smile, "Then we'll have a nice breakfast in the morning. I can cook for you or we can go out to eat. Does that sound nice?" You nodded again.

After undressing himself and leaving the both of you naked, Seonghwa pulled you into the shower to freshen up with him. Hands roamed each other, and as intimate as it was, it was just another thing that was normal to omegas, grooming each other. That included shared showers or baths. The only thing different between the two of you, though, was that as much as your hands explored each other for cleaning, your mouths explored each others' too.

Eventually, your skin started to prune, and Seonghwa took that as the cue to leave the hot water, much to your disappointment. He dried the both of you off with a towel before taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom this time. "Can you pick out some clothes for us?" Seonghwa asked, and you nodded, quickly picking out an oversized t-shirt for yourself, and some pants and a shirt for Seonghwa.

Soon enough, the both of you were situated in bed, tangled together with no clear organization. You just wanted to be together.

You opted to be without pants so that your skin could be closer to him, but... it still wasn't enough.

You placed your hands on Seonghwa's cheeks as he looked down at you with the most love you'd ever seen in a man's eyes and you leaned up to kiss him softly. "Mmmh, you want something. What is it, jagiya?" he asked, swiping your hair out of your face.

"I want you inside me," you whispered.

"Y/n... we just-" "I don't want to have sex, I just... I want to feel close to you," you mumbled, tucking your face into his neck, "This isn't enough... I want more."

"Okay, okay," he mumbled, kissing your ear. Underneath the blankets, and somehow without shifting positions too much, he pulled your panties off you and lowered the waistband of his pants so that his cock could be let out. He wasn't fully hard, but the thought of being inside you had his cock's attention.

"Are you even wet, baby? What if I hurt you?" he asked, and you shook your head. "Please," you whispered again.

He didn't argue further. You, in your sleepy haze, was wet enough to allow his dick to enter you. You both sighed in contentment when he was fully sheathed. You felt each other's pulse where you were connected, and you were finally satisfied. This was the feeling you had been craving for so long.

You fell asleep like this, distinctly finding comfort in his soft cock inside of you, but woke up with a different sensation.

"What a man," you giggled sleepily when the light of the sun fell on your face and you felt his shaft hard inside your walls despite him being asleep.

Seonghwa was still deeply asleep when you woke up, having faced away from the window, so you took the opportunity to admire his relaxed face. You didn't feel comfortable enough to do this when he'd stayed over before, and he often woke up earlier than you anyway, so it really was a surprise that you could watch him like this. He must have been so relaxed after getting everything off his chest yesterday. That, and the feeling of his length being enveloped by your warmth almost gave the effect of a weighted blanket, just on his lower region.

Seonghwa's lips were full and soft. His eye lashes were long, and pretty, and his skin was virtually flawless. You felt lucky, blessed even, that he wanted to be yours.

You could resist trailing a delicate finger down his cheek, accidentally coaxing him awake. When his eyes fluttered open and he registered you in front of him, that same loving look from last night returned, and, if his cock in you wasn't indication enough, you were assured that last night was real. Seonghwa loved you.

He was also embarrassed when he realized he was hard inside of you, blushing profusely. "Good- Good morning," he mumbled bashfully.

"Good morning," you replied, trying and failing to maintain a soft smile on your face. You were just so damn happy.

"Sorry about this," he chuckled, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Not at all," you said, leaning up to touch the tip of his nose with yours making you both smith with your teeth. Seonghwa kissed your lips chastely, making you warm inside.

When his body fully woke up, he repositioned the both of you so that you were sat up on top of him while he rested against the headboard of the bed.

His hand rested on the small of your back and your hands were on his shoulders. Both of your bottoms had just removed themselves as you shifted through the night, leaving the only pieces of clothing separating you your shirts.

Seonghwa let his fingers dance underneath the hem of your shirt, moving it up a little farter with every soft rub of his hands against your hips. They wandered higher and higher until they reached the swell of your breasts. You watched his hands move underneath the shirt until that moment, looking at him from under your lashes without moving your head, as if asking, Well, are you going to take it off?

Seonghwa did not have to be silently asked twice. The sight of your perky buds did nothing to help his ever stiffening cock. He was an avid fan of nipples. The skin of the areola was soft, and he loved the feeling of it be it against his fingers or his tongue. While he didn't mind male or female, the added usefulness of a woman's breasts and the imagination that one day they might feed his children was riling him up further.

He was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn't stop the resulting groan at his thoughts. He kissed your neck, down to your collar bone as he palmed the bottom of your breast, his thumbs teasingly grazing along your nipples, making you bite your lip. He kissed you so that you'd release it, not wanting you to form any bratty bad habits.

He finally started paying more attention to the parts of your chest that you wanted him to, his mouth coming to leave open mouth kisses directly on one tit while his thumb and forefinger squeezed and rolled at the other. Your head titled, letting your hair fall to one side as you basked in his attention. Your walls were growing more moist by the second, and he was made very aware of the feeling of them loosening their death grip on his hardness. It hadn't been uncomfortable, but if he had tried to pull out of you, it most likely would have been a world of hurt.

Not that he wanted to pull out, though. He could stay inside you forever.

Instinctively, your hips started to roll, and he let out a breathy groan, a smile etching out onto his face as he threw his head back against the bedframe and looked at you.

"You're such a pretty girl. My pretty omega," he mumbled as he watched you work yourself on him. You flushed at the praise. You didn't have enough energy to properly ride him, but the slow and steady roll of your hips was enough for the both of you, wanting to prolong this feeling for as long as possible before inevitably having to leave the comfort of bed and wash up.

Seonghwa's hands moved to your hips to help you move, and soon enough your orgasm was building along with his. You usually needed more stimulation to reach your orgasm, especially the first time, but paired with everything else you were experiencing in the moment, his mouth on your breasts, his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck, his love for you, it didn't take him long to build you up until you were collapsing on top of him, the only indication of your climax as your breathy moans stayed consistent and quiet.

He was a lot more vocal than you, his almost pained sounds getting louder and more frantic as he reached his release. You kissed him as you felt him shudder and pour into you, riding out both of your highs.

"Mmmh, you're so sweet," Seonghwa said to you, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, "I think the bedroom will be my favorite place to spend time with you, jagiya."

"Okay," you didn't argue with a teasing smile on your face, "I still have work today, though, we should get up."

"Come on," he drawled a whine, "It's Saturday, Jongho looked up, right? Let him open today, too. I want the first day of us to be just us. Please?"

His pout had you folding immediately. You couldn't deny that being this wanted by him felt too good to pass up. Perhaps you'd be more vulnerable to his pleas for now, as this was only the beginning, but you were in it for the long haul, and so was he. Things would change with time, and you were prepared for that as long as he was by your side.

"Fine, I'll call Jongho," you relented, "But remember you promised me breakfast." Seonghwa grinned, kissing you excitedly as he got up from the bed with you still on him and in his arms, taking you to the bathroom to shower.

You'd never felt more fulfilled in your life. You were finally happy.

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jonghosbrainrot · 28 days ago

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a wife’s wooyoung’s duties

in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup

pairing — tired!reader x clingy!bf!wooyoung

word count — about 1k

genre — fluff, suggestive at the very end (?)

details — long haired wooyoung (teehee), wooyoung being wooyoung (freaky and handsy), reader is kinda on autopilot but wooyoung helps them out of it, open ended closing but it’s implied they get freaky (!!!!)

a/n — not proofread but i hope you enjoy my first fic on here !!! lmk how i can improve and what i should write next, asks are open :3

it’s been a long day. longer than the recent shifts it seems, ever so present in your bleary eyes and slouched posture. while stumbling your way onto your floor of your apartment building, bright fluorescent lights do little to aid your blooming headache. a harsh blink manages to refresh your groggy mind as you trudge down the familiar worn down carpet of the hallway. your feet start to slow down in stride as the plain door of your apartment comes into view from down the hallway. a soft smile paints your features as relief inches closer by the second, a sweet release that you can find no judgement in: your home.

with a jingle of your keys and a swift twist of the wrist, your brows finally relax and you all but melt into the floor; exhaling all your pent up stress into the welcoming ambient lighting of your apartment, where a busied wooyoung yells to you over the slight commotion of the kitchen.

“babe? you home finally?” he leans away from the simmering pot in front of him, straining his ear to hear a response. when his call falls on deaf ears, he eyes the pot briefly before stepping away completely to find you lazily kicking your shoes off onto the welcome mat. he looks you up and down with a playful scoff, hands on his hips as you drop your weight onto the wooden floor with a hefty sigh. heavy eyes pry themselves open to silently greet the man before you, not being able to help but crack a smile at the familiar sight.

“hiii,” he all but coos at you, scooting closer to retrieve your work belongings and set them aside for you, “c’mon, dinners almost ready.” he smoothed a hand over your back, as if he was consoling an upset child. he knew better than to expect a response when a few seconds of back rubs later you hoisted yourself up from the floor and was essentially dragged into the kitchen, leaving any remaining thoughts of work at the door.

wooyoung barely managed to slow his stride as you both shuffled into the small tile-covered area. his calloused fingers brushed a stray hair from your face before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, the softest smile gracing his features before he gestured to the pot, “soup for dinner.” he seemed to find it funny, and you couldn’t deny him that, your faint smile growing into a wider one. he was always good at taking you away from your thoughts, very welcomed after such a suffocating day at work, the labor-induced strain slowly but surely loosening its grip from your shoulders.

wooyoung gave your face a once over, face scrunching into an understanding smile once he found that you weren’t particularly in a mood to talk right now. he was alright with that. “if you wanna sit at the table, dinners about to be ready n’ then I get to have you all to myself,” his words quieted into a whisper, dawning his usual playful smirk before pressing another peck to your lips. a soft giggle bubbled up from his chest, vibrating against your lips.

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wooyoung let out a rather loud, satisfied groan, rubbing his stomach as he slouched back in his chair. “damn,” you softly chuckle from across the table, eyeing his now emptied bowl in front of him, “was it good?” he gave a content smile, slowly nodding, his face resembling a slice of freshly made bread.

rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you finished up the last of your bowl, almost subconsciously standing from the table and going to put both of your dishes into the sink. you turned on the sink, the cool water wetting your hands as it cascaded down to sweep up the left over debris from the soup. suddenly, warm arms wrapped around your front, followed by a firm chest against your back. you welcomed the embrace, but went on with your duties even as wooyoung nuzzled his defined nose into the back of your neck, your insistence to keep up with chores eliciting an impatient whine from the man behind you.

“yes?” you softly asked, suds of soap foaming in the sink, trailing up your hands. he answered with silence as he saw your hands still working to scrub the bowls, instead relying on his actions just this once. he turned the water back on, softly rinsing your hands and the bowls, almost impatiently setting the dishes into the drying rack before snatching up the nearest towel to pat down your hands. you watched him in curiosity, eyes honing in on the veins that deliciously decorated his forearms as they flexed, continuing to dry your hands.

only when your hands were rid of water did he speak, “sorry if you didn’t hear me earlier, but i was kinda looking forward to having you all to myself.” he scrunched up his face as if it was a question, tilting his head. your mouth opened, an equally sassy statement on the tip of your tongue but quickly stifled as wooyoung held a finger to your eager mouth, “dishes can wait, hell just let me do it, but you’ve had a long day, no?” his hands rested at your shoulders, massaging the tense muscle beneath his fingers. you fell speechless, slowly nodding in response, the sensation of his hands making you want to melt into his arms.

his features softened at the sight of yours. his sweet baby didn’t even know what well earned rest they continued to deprive themself of. every instance of this even when you were simply friends never sat well with him, and he was determined to be the one to remind you of your worth every time.

“i guarantee i’m better at hogging your time than some stupid chores.” his lips ghosted past your ear, a soft chuckle slipping from his mouth as his hands moved down to massage your sides. he could feel your need to let go, and here he was to catch you after he made you fall head over heels for him all over again.

a/n — YAYY first fic done !! ik this ending was kinda abrupt but lmk ur thoughts !! (pretty please) see u soon !!!!!

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jonghosbrainrot · 29 days ago

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autumn love pt.4🍂

genre: fluff

pairings: strangers to lovers, jongho x f!reader

warnings: none

part one part two part three

A few weeks into officially dating, you and Jongho had fallen into a cozy routine, savoring each other’s company more and more with every passing day. So, when he suggested you spend the night at his place for a cozy movie night, you couldn’t say no.

After he picked you up, you snuggled into the warmth of his car, watching the rain patter against the windows as you drove to his apartment. The chill of fall had set in fully, the world outside tinged in shades of gray, and the leaves on the trees seemed brighter against the rainy sky. But any gloominess melted away as soon as Jongho opened his door and guided you inside.

His apartment was like a warm hug, the scent of apple and cinnamon filling the air in a way that made you feel instantly at home. Soft lights were scattered around the living room, casting a golden glow across the space, and you could hear the soft hum of the heater in the background, warming up the room just enough. A thick, cozy blanket was draped over the couch, and to your surprise, there were two pairs of matching pajamas laid out on the armrest.

“You went all out, didn’t you?” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.

He grinned, looking slightly shy. “I know how much you love that fall feeling, and I wanted tonight to be extra special.”

You slipped into the matching pajamas, the soft, flannel fabric perfectly cozy, and Jongho did the same, his face lighting up with excitement when he saw how well they matched. “You look cute,” he murmured, pulling you into a quick hug before guiding you to the couch.

As you settled under the blanket together, Jongho handed you a bowl filled with your favorite snacks. You felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, drawing you closer until you were tucked up against his chest. Outside, the rain had picked up, pattering against the windows in a gentle rhythm, creating the perfect backdrop for the evening.

“What do you want to watch?” he asked, scrolling through a list of cozy fall movies.

You pointed to a classic you’d both talked about before, and he clicked play, adjusting the blanket so it covered both of you snugly. The warmth from the heater, the comforting weight of the blanket, and the feel of his arm around you made it almost impossible to focus on the movie. You found yourself glancing up at him every so often, taking in the way he was so completely relaxed, his attention split between you and the screen.

About halfway through the movie, Jongho leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you comfortable?” he whispered, his gaze warm and caring.

“More than I’ve ever been,” you replied, snuggling closer.

He stayed like that for a moment, his lips lingering against your forehead before he pulled back slightly, his hand gently cradling your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. His touch was warm and tender, filled with the quiet affection that had come to feel like home.

When the movie ended, he got up and headed to the kitchen, gesturing for you to sit tight. “Stay cozy. I’m going to make something warm for us,” he said, sending you a little wink.

You watched him move around the kitchen, listening to the sounds of him chopping and stirring, as he worked on something warm and comforting. After a few minutes, he returned, balancing two bowls of steaming ramen he’d made just for the two of you. He handed you one, his eyes shining with a quiet pride, and you could smell the rich broth and fresh vegetables.

“You spoil me,” you teased, taking a bite and savoring the warmth of the soup.

He laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “I like seeing you happy,” he admitted.

As you both ate, chatting about everything from the movie to your favorite fall memories, the atmosphere wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. The room seemed to glow with warmth, the rain outside creating a soothing rhythm as you shared stories, laughter, and quiet, lingering glances.

Once you’d finished eating, Jongho pulled you back onto the couch, wrapping the blanket around you both once more. You lay side by side, your head resting against his shoulder, his hand tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Thank you for tonight,” you whispered, feeling a wave of warmth and gratitude.

He looked down at you, his gaze soft and loving. “Anytime. I’m just happy you’re here.”

You tilted your head up, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the quiet moments, the little gestures, and the warmth you’d shared together over the past few weeks. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you, the scent of apple and cinnamon, the rain tapping at the windows—everything was so perfect, so completely *you and him.*

As you both settled in for the night, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you felt a calm, quiet joy fill you. You couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to spend the night, knowing that no matter where life took you both, you’d always have these moments of love and comfort to come back to.

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jonghosbrainrot · 29 days ago

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jonghosbrainrot · 29 days ago

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ATEEZ and ALMOST BREAKING UP

ot8 x gn reader

summary: you’re in a relationship and one of you (or both) want to break up.

tw: angst (insecurities, arguments, reader flinches sometimes but it’s not violence) but with happy endings because i am weak + fluff + slight nsfw in mingi’s + alcohol in jongho’s.

a/n: i got carried away with yeosang’s and jongho’s my apologies 🙏 rqs are open btw! (also i promise i’m working on ateez stuck in the friendzone part 2 but i have this scheduled for today)

HONGJOONG

you stared at hongjoong in bewilderment. he was sitting down in front of you, with tears in his eyes that threatened to spill if he blinked. he looked so… fragile. as if one single word or touch from you could break him. yet you sat there, with confusion painted all over your face.

“i’m sorry, what?” you asked.

“i think we need to break up” he whispered, as a tear rolled down his cheek and looked away. so you didn’t hear wrong.

“i don’t agree” you said, taking his hand in yours. “what brought you this thought?” you asked, making him look down. you waited a few moments, not wanting to pressure him into talking. then, hongjoong lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

“i’m always busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while and i take too long to reply to your texts” he explained. “you deserve someone who is always there for you”

“but don’t i get a say in this? i knew what i was getting into when we started seeing each other” you started saying as you scooted closer to him, in order to lift up his face to look at you. once your eyes interlocked, you cradled his face and continued: “yeah it sucks not being able to see you as much as i wished to, but also it’s not like i’m unhappy. i cherish the small moments we spend together, it makes me eager for the next one”

“but-“ he started saying, but you interrupted him with a kiss. at first, hongjoong sat still, surprised by your sudden actions, but then he kissed you right back. “no buts joong, we are not breaking up. i love you and i still want this. i still want you” you whispered against his lips, reassuringly.

he nodded in response, believing you.

SEONGHWA

“can we talk for a moment?” you asked seonghwa, who immediately felt his blood run cold at the question. he dropped his phone and studied your face: you looked sad, tired even.

realization struck him as quick as alighting: you’ve been avoiding his kisses for at least two days now, and he’s been brushing it off thinking you were just in a weird mood. i mean, yes it bothered him, but he also loved you too much to not give you space if you needed it. he always wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. but maybe he was wrong about that?

“is something wrong, my love?” he asked with a shaky voice as he took your hand in his. he chose to ignore the way you slightly flinched at his touch, or else his heart would break even more.

“i think-“ you started saying, looking down at your intertwined hands. his hold was gentle, as he always has been. kind, gentle, beautiful, all things you were not. “i think we should take a break”.

you looked up to him, and immediately regretted it: tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill, while his lips were parted, probably trying to think of what to say. the scene completely broke you, and further proved your point about your insecurities.

“did i do something wrong?” he whispered, not trusting his voice to speak louder without breaking. your eyebrows furrowed, how could he think that when he’s been nothing but perfect in every way? “if i did i’m sorry y/n, i’ll change, but please don’t leave me”

you hugged him tightly, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed. you didn’t realize you started crying too. “i’m sorry baby, you didn’t do anything wrong” you started saying after a while, pulling him back and cradling his face “it’s me, it’s all me and it has always been me. i’m the problem and i’m always holding you back, i’m sorry hwa”

“holding me back? what do you mean? baby you’re my motivation” seonghwa said, wiping away your tear with his thumbs. “but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted by him:

“no, don’t ever say that again. you’re my star, y/n”.

YUNHO

normally, you would find yunho’s angry face hot, but now that it’s directed at you? not so much. not when he’s staring at you like you’re a waste of time and space, which only made your anger bubble up more.

“don’t just sit and stare at me! can you please give me a response? it’s not hard yunho” you exclaimed, earning a big eye roll from him “it’s a simple yes or no question: were you flirting with them?”

“god y/n you can be so annoying! no i wasn’t flirting, but now i wish i was so i could have a valid excuse to not see you again!” yunho yelled, standing up abruptly from his seat, making you take a step back unconsciously. this action didn’t go unnoticed by him, quickly realizing that surprise took over your face for a moment, before turning back to anger.

“if you don’t want to see me again then let’s just break up. i’m setting you free yunho” you said in anger, contrasting the way your eyes started watering.

you turned around in order to leave, not wanting him to see you cry, but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. when you turned around, you saw that his hard expression had softened, anger slowly dissipating.

“wait, don’t leave” he started saying “i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight when i said what i said. i love you, i didn’t flirt with them and i don’t want you to leave”

yunho’s eyes silently begged you to forgive him, as he brought you closer to him slowly, testing the waters. when he realized you weren’t going to move away, he wrapped his arms around you. “i’m truly sorry baby, please don’t leave. i love you”.

you cried softly on his chest, as he thought of ways to make you forgive him completely. he refused to let you go.

YEOSANG

“i think this should end, y/n” he said suddenly, making you turn around in your spot at the kitchen. you looked at him confused, tea cups still on your hand.

“you mean the habit of us having tea together before bed?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. yeosang stood up from the coach, and approached you slowly as you took notice of his sad face. “you know what i mean” he whispered once he reached you.

you shook your head “no, actually i don’t. is this about the argument earlier? i forgave you already, it’s all good yeo i promise” you replied quickly, setting the tea cups aside and proceeding to hold his arms. yeosang stared at you, it seems like he was about to cry as well, becoming all too real.

it’s rare for you to argue honestly, often choosing to just talk things out calmly. but earlier that day, ‘talking’ seemed impossible, as constant yelling filled the room. yeosang had promised, once again, to take you out on a date to celebrate your anniversary (two weeks and a half ago), but due to his idol duties he cancelled again. you have had enough, so things escalated rather quickly, making him leave your shared home with a loud shut of the door.

thing is, hours later yeosang showed up with a small bouquet of flowers and asked for forgiveness. he also explained to you how overwhelmed he felt at the moment with all the upcoming comeback preparations. you understood him obviously, and decided it would be better to just move the date until after promotions.

so everything was fine, all forgiven. what brought this now? “baby we barely see each other, except late at night like right now” he started saying, biting his lip so he could stop the tears from spilling out “you deserve someone better”.

“yeosang you are the ‘better’ you’re refereing to! i don’t want anyone else” you answered, hugging him. “i just want you, all of you, even with your weird and long schedules. i still want to feel your kiss on my cheek every time you leave and i still want to have tea with you late at night”

yeosang kissed you, pouring his whole soul and love in it as he held you impossibly closer than before. after a while, he reluctantly broke it, face still close to yours.

“i’m sorry, i love you” he whispered.

SAN

“no” he said, shaking his head as he looked at you with an unreadable expression “no, we’re not breaking up”

“but-“ you started to argue, kind of getting annoyed at the way he dismissed your previous statement. it’s been a week since fans started suspecting of your relationship, after a sasaeng had caught you at a restaurant celebrating your first anniversary. the media was going wild, even going as far as searching up your socials and sending malicious messages, all telling you to break up with san and that you’re harming his idol image.

“i said no, baby” he said, kissing your cheek and taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom “let’s go to bed”

“san! i’m about to ruin your career, i can’t just brush it off like it’s nothing! we need to break up, or at least take a break until everything calms down” you exclaimed, taking your hand back. san stared at you, face still unreadable but with some traces of hurt evident in his eyes. he took your hands again.

“you’re not going to ruin my career, love” he started saying, holding your hands tighter as if he was scared of letting go “kq’s management is handling it, they assured me everything will be fine because the angle of the photo didn’t show my face, and the couple behind us hid my body as well, so it’s not noticeable that it’s me”

you thought for a moment. truth is, you love san way too much to bring him harm, as small as possible it may be. he knew this, but his reasoning made sense. for all the media knows, the guy in the picture could be a lookalike.

“please” he said, barely above a whisper. you nodded, kissing his lips reassuringly. it’s going to be okay.

MINGI

the room felt heated, despite the different pieces of clothing that have been mindlessly discarded all over the place. mingi’s mouth never left yours, tongue entering your mouth as if it was it’s second home. his hands were everywhere: massaging your chest, holding your waist, playing with your ass, caressing your thighs. you felt him everywhere, all at once.

“we should really break things off” he said, in between kisses. you nodded, letting out a small moan when his lips found your neck. “definitely” you managed to say.

you and mingi have been arguing a lot recently, sometimes over silly small things like laundry or house chores, and other times the argument would revolve around hin forgetting important dates or your stubbornness to remember that he is an idol and is, of course, busy.

mingi’s hands went back to your ass, slapping it lightly and making you jump. he proceeded to hold your thighs, pulling you up to his height as he pressed you against the wall. he kissed you again, desperately and deeply.

“min-“ you started saying, or attempted to say since his lips made it near impossible. he bit your lip in response. “mingi”

he hummed against your lips. “this is not what breaking up means” you managed to say, pulling the back of his hair lightly but enough to make hin groan. “i know, but what if it is for us? i know you’ll miss this, miss me. now hold tight” he answered, unbucking his belt as you held on him tightly to not fall while he maneuvered with his pants.

once he was done, and pressed you harder against the wall, your trail of thought immediately disappeared. if it was a good or bad decision, or something that would become cyclical, that would be a problem for the future.

WOOYOUNG

“we should break up” you said, as a matter of fact. you stood in front of him, arms crossed as a serious expression adorned your face. wooyoung, in contrast, was sitting on your shared bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media. he didn’t even bother to look up.

“and why do you think that, baby?” he asked, still not looking at you, which caused your eye to twitch slightly. “exactly because of things like this wooyoung! i’m trying to break up with you and you don’t even care!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air dramatically.

wooyoung blocked his phone and set it aside, sitting up straight in the process. his eyes found yours, probably trying to decipher how you were feeling. “are there any other reasons?”

“you don’t have time for me-“ you replied. “i still see you every night unless i’m on tour, and even in that circumstance i call every day” he interrupted. “okay, but you also never help me around the house” you argued. “baby, i literally cook half of your meals”.

“but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted once again by wooyoung: “see? no reasons, no break up” he said, patting your head and returning to his phone.

“you’re impossible” you said, sitting beside him with your arms still crossed against your chest. wooyoung kissed your cheek “i know, but you love me nonetheless. plus i know this was an attempt to prank me as revenge for last time”

your eyes widened in surprise.

“HOW?!”

JONGHO

you might have taken a few too many drinks at tonight’s night out with your friends, so they had to call your boyfriend jongho to come and pick you up. thankfully, he answered quickly and said he would be there in 10.

“noooo you called jongho?” you asked, tipsily as you grabbed your friend’s hand that was holding your phone. “he has to wake up early tomorrow! he shouldn’t be driving around, he has to rest!”

“someone has to get you home, babe! plus he seemed fine, i promise” your friend answered in between giggles watching you pout.

once you spot jongho, your whole face lit up involuntarily, as if it was a reflex. once he reached your table, he hugged you from behind, pecking your cheek. “thanks for calling me and taking care of her” he told your friends. you clumsily bid your goodbyes to your friends and turned to jongho, ready to go.

“you shouldn’t have come, jongs” you started saying as he buckled up your belt in the passenger seat. “you have a long day tomorrow”

“it’s no problem baby, i couldn’t sleep anyways” he said, jogging back to the driver’s seat. you looked at him, thoughtful expression on your face for a few moments. “what?” he asked, chuckling as he drove the car out of the parking lot.

“you weren’t able to sleep because i was out? or because you weren’t feeling tired?” you asked, curiously. for someone who was terribly drunk, you sure got philosophical. add that to the long list of things jongho finds endearing about you.

“little bit of both i guess” he answered, stopping at a red light. you stayed quiet, strangely so, which caused jongho to turn his face to you to check if you fell asleep. but you weren’t. instead, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “baby? what’s wrong?” he said, slightly panicking, not caring that the light turned green. since it was late at night, his car was the only one there at the moment.

“i’m a burden to you” you concluded, tears rolling down your cheeks “i’m holding you back and you should leave me”. huh?!?!

“baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in confusion, before frantically holding your face and wiping your tears away with kisses. “you always appear to save the day jongs, and i do nothing in return” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“you do more than you realize, y/n” he said, kissing you once more. “but you’re drunk, and i know nothing i’ll say will stick in this state. so let’s talk about it tomorrow, yes?”

“promise?” you asked, in a tiny voice. “i promise” he reassured.

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