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“hey, hoseok, me and a few others are going to the roof for a smoke. wanna come?”
hoseok looks up from his desk work and meets kim seokjin’s gaze, his boss. he’s really nice, despite the rumours he’s heard before being hired into this branch of the company.
hoseok smiles politely and gestures to the endless piles of papers stacked beside his desktop. “i’d love to, but i have a lot of work and also, i don’t smoke.”
seokjin nods and stares at him in awe. “good for you, hoseok. smoking is really bad but i just can’t seem to stop. anyway, take a break if you need to, and thank you for your hard work.”
hoseok preens at the praise and stands up to bow. “doing my best, sir!”
he watches his boss gather a few coworkers before disappearing from the office and into the elevators. he sighs, and glances at the meeting file set for 3. his branch, marketing, is supposed to decide and settle a few misunderstandings and decisions for an online platform. it’s 2:45, so he decides to listen to his boss and take a quick break. as he walks towards the break room for a biscuit, he notices how almost everyone is gone from the office. like, empty enough to make him shocked at how most of his coworkers are smokers. he shakes his head and grabs his snack, munching on it happily as he checks his phone. his inner wolf purrs happily, seeing a message left by his roommate.
yoongi :)
hey, seok
how’s the first day looking?
boss is good to you?
hobi
hyung!!
it’s okay, i have so much paperwork to complete ( ´Д`)y━･~~
boss is nice, i’m getting beta vibes from him
yoongi :)
if anyone gives you any trouble, let me know
i’ll fight them for you
hobi
thank you hyung （＾Ｏ＾☆♪
okay, i have to go back to work now
yoongi :)
see you at home
hobi
✌︎('ω')✌︎
hoseok shoves his phone back into his pocket and eats one last biscuit before leaving the room. when he returns to his workspace, the office is once again full of his coworkers, presumably back from the roof break. he grabs the 3 o’clock file from his desk and is about to walk towards the meeting room when someone places a gentle hand on his shoulder, stopping him. hoseok turns around and sees his boss.
“sir! i’m on my way to the meeting room.”
“ah, there’s no need for that,” seokjin says with a smile, gently prying the file out of hoseok’s hands. he stares with wide eyes, confused. seokjin waves the file folder. “we talked about it on the roof. sorry, we didn’t mean to, but we came to a conclusion. ill be emailing an official document of all the changes to be made and implemented soon.”
hoseok opens his mouth and closes it, unsure of what to say. “um, so you and the team figured it out while... smoking?”
his boss nods and gives him a sorry smile. “i’m sorry, it was really spontaneous. next time,” and with that, his boss walks away without sparing a second glance. hoseok shrinks into his chair, feeling extremely conflicted and neglected. his cube mate, a fellow omega named min yongsun, an extremely kind coworker who introduced hoseok to all the ropes a few hours ago, reaches over the wall and pats hoseok’s shoulder lovingly.
“don’t worry,” she says comfortingly. “for big decisions, that usually doesn’t happen. they’re more professional than that, i promise.”
hoseok sniffs, feeling a little better at yongsun’s sentiment. “thanks, noona.”
she waves him off with a smile. hoseok stares at his work in a daze. there’s only a little less than an hour left until he can leave, and he already knows what tonight’s dinner discussion with yoongi will be.
when he gets home, hoseok finds yoongi out on their patio, smoking. he wrinkles his nose at the smell but is determined to get used to it, no matter how sensitive his nose is. he settles down before joining his roommate on the patio. yoongi looks surprised, knowing hoseok hates the smell and hates it when yoongi smokes.
“seok? what’s up?”
hoseok tries really hard not to gag. “urm, i need you to teach me how to smoke.”
yoongi raises an eyebrow and takes a long drag of his cigarette. “what? you hate everything about smoking. what changed?”
hoseok squirms. “it’s not a big deal, i swear,” hoseok rants. “like, my coworkers, a lot of them, including my boss like to smoke up on the roof during their breaks and sometimes they make their decisions together and it’s already determined by the time they come back and i-“
“shh, shh, honey, it’s okay,” yoongi says, rubbing hoseok’s shoulders. “i get it.”
hoseok sighs, smiling and going slightly lax in yoongi’s warm touch. he knew yoongi would understand.
“but i refuse to let you change yourself for it,”
never mind. hoseok smacks yoongi’s hands off him and pouts.
“how am i gonna get my input to be heard?” hoseok cries. “i’m an omega to begin with, no one listens to me-“
yoongi silences him with his index finger and stares into hoseok’s eyes. “i won’t let you talk about yourself and your status like that. your new workplace is has an amazing reputation, and i’m sure your boss doesn’t care about your omega status, either. whatever brings the money, right? now, you’re going to earn everyone’s respect by using that smart brain of yours,” yoongi taps hoseok’s head lightly, “and win everyone’s hearts with your personality. you are not going to change, and i’m definitely not going to teach you how to smoke over this stupid little rooftop thing.”
hoseok’s heart pounds against his chest. yoongi’s looking at him with so much pride his knees feel weak. he hums happily and throws himself at yoongi for a hug, and the older indulges him by wrapping his arms and gently nosing the crook of hoseok’s neck.
“thanks hyung,” hoseok whispers. yoongi holds him tight.
“no problem,” yoongi responds. hoseok lets himself be wrapped in yoongi’s thick alpha scent of pine, vanilla and a touch of cigars. it’s nice.
his boss drops a folder on his desk before he goes for lunch.
“we’re having a meeting at 1 ish in the meeting room,” his boss tells him. “don’t be late.”
“yes, sir,” hoseok says excitedly. he can’t wait to finally be part of the inner discussions that goes on in this company. he cleans up his desk and sends a text to yoongi.
hobi
hyunggg!!!
guess who’s having a proper meeting in like, an hour
no smoking involved ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶
yoongi :)
that’s great, seok
i’m proud of you
good luck!
hoseok
。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))
“hoseok, are you going for lunch now?”
hoseok nods and grabs his lunch bag from underneath the desk. it was tuesday, leaving yoongi to work from home - which also meant homemade lunch for hoseok.
yongsun smiles and motions for him to follow her. “i’ll introduce you to some friends of mine,” she says, holding his hand. “you can eat lunch with us.”
that’s how hoseok meets byulyi, hyejin and wheein. they’re all extremely friendly, cute, and hoseok smells extremely positive and good vibes from them. he learns that byulyi and hyejin are alphas, while wheein is a beta. it doesn’t mean much to hoseok - it just explains their scent. as hoseok fills his stomach with yoongi’s amazing cooking (he blushes just thinking about it), they talk about work, and hyejin and wheein catch hoseok up on all the drama and gossip at their company. yongsun grabs hoseok and forces him to dance to some girl songs, to which he actively responds. byulyi reminds him a lot of yoongi, which immediately inclines him to like her a little more. he has so much fun with them that he’s extremely reluctant to leave for the meeting.
“aw, hoseok-oppa, we can meet everyday for lunch!” wheein says. “we always meet here in the cafeteria because hyejin just can’t stop eating,” she says, scowling a little.
hyejin laughs and shoves her friend. “you’re just jealous you can’t eat as much as me. but oppa, you’re welcome to join us anytime! yongsun-unnie probably won’t ever leave you alone now.”
byulyi nods in approval. hoseok laughs. he retrieves all of their numbers and skips happily back to the office with yongsun in tow. when he gets back, he’s surprised to see the 1 o’clock meeting folder no longer laying on his desk.
“noona? didn’t i place that meeting folder right here?” hoseok frowns, going through his folders.
“i don’t know, did you bring it with you to lunch?”
hoseok chews on his bottom lip and decides to visit his boss. he knocks on the door and opens it on the ‘come in’. the room reeks of cigarettes and hoseok feels his heart drop.
“hey, hoseok, did you need something?”
hoseok fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “um, sir, did you take my meeting folder back?”
seokjin’s eyes light up. “oh yeah! sorry hoseok, we talked about it on the rooftop again. it wasn’t a huge deal though, don’t worry about it. i’ll catch you up with another email.”
hoseok can feel the tears build up in his eyes but he wills himself not to break. “okay, thank you sir,” hoseok says quietly, doing his best not to sound so broken. seokjin doesn’t seem to care, and waves hoseok off with a compliment that goes right past him.
yongsun waits for him with a pitiful look. “rooftop decision again?”
hoseok nods miserably. “yeah. i don’t know what to do. i wanted to learn how to smoke but my roommate refused to teach me. said i shouldn’t change myself for something like this.”
“ah, is your roommate the alpha i smell on you?” yongsun teases, poking hoseok’s side. hoseok blushes deep red and smacks her hand.
“we’re just friends!” he exclaims. “we’ve been friends since we were little children. it only made sense to move in together.”
“friends don’t scent each other, hoseok,” yongsun says smugly. hoseok groans and hides his face in his hands.
“noona!”
talking about yoongi distracts him for a bit, but the sinking feeling in his stomach doesn’t disappear. it’s only his second day working for this branch and hoseok’s already starting to hate it a little.
when he gets home, yoongi’s already on the patio. hoseok marches up next to his roommate and demands for a cigarette.
“woah, what happened? you’re just gonna ignore yesterday’s whole ‘don’t change’ speech?”
hoseok’s nose flairs. he’s determined to get his opinions heard, no matter how much he has to sacrifice - even if he has to sacrifice a pair of lungs.
“i have to,” hoseok says. “they keep making decisions without me. this is the only way.”
yoongi takes a stares at hoseok as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. “are you sure? you’re going to hate it.”
hoseok nods. “please,” he says, begging. “if this doesn’t work i’ll drop it immediately, i promise.”
yoongi sighs and pulls out a fresh cigarette out of his pack and hands it to hoseok. “it’s going to burn a little since it’s your first time,” yoongi warns him, bringing the lighter to the butt. he lights it for hoseok, and he just stares at the death stick between his fingers. “don’t inhale too much. just, do a light sniff, or something. take it slow.”
hoseok does that, but at one tiny inhale he already feels the toxins clouding his lungs. he coughs immediately, dropping the cigarette. yoongi pats his back soothingly and hands him a bottle of water.
“okay, not for me,” hoseok says weakly. yoongi snorts and says, “told you so.” hoseok frowns and wraps his arms around yoongi’s waist, resting his head on yoongi’s broad chest. “god, this sucks.”
“you could always fake it,” yoongi suggests. “take my pack and lighter. don’t inhale, just put it in your mouth and let the smoke dissipate.”
hoseok thinks that’s a wonderful idea. he kisses yoongi’s cheek spontaneously in thanks, ignoring how hot his own cheeks get. “thank you, hyung! i promise i’ll give your pack back tomorrow.”
“you better,” yoongi says teasingly. “good luck, seokie.”
hoseok catches seokjin round up a few coworkers in the corner of his eye. he bolts out of his seat and feels for yoongi’s pack and lighter in his hands. he feels protected, like he has a piece of yoongi with him.
“sir!” hoseok yells, running towards the small group before the elevator doors close on him. seokjin turns his head and smiles.
“pleasant surprise! i thought you said you didn’t smoke?”
hoseok smiles sheepishly. “um, i d-do, just not that often. only when i’m feeling really stressed.”
seokjin nods politely and forces everyone to make space for hoseok to step in. “ah, is your heat approaching?”
hoseok stiffens, and nods weakly. “um, something like that.”
seokjin smiles warmly. “don’t worry, half of your coworkers are omegas! i’m no stranger to biology. i’ll give you all the time you need off to take care of it.”
“thank you, sir,” hoseok mutters awkwardly.
when they reach the rooftop floor, hoseok follows seokjin and the rest outside. almost immediately, everyone pulls out a cigarette and start passing around a lighter. when it gets to him, he takes it hesitantly and swallows, getting ready to do what yoongi told him last night.
“hey, boss,” an alpha that hoseok recognizes as minho, says. “any verdict on that deal we’re making with the other company?”
seokjin inhales, and exhales, getting the smoke cloud all in hoseok’s face. he tries really hard not to tear up.
“mm, they want us to offer them something better, but i’m not sure yet.”
“what do they want from us again?”
“they want to buy our printer line.”
“why don’t we buy their company’s stocks, acquiring and merging them with us first? i use their printer at home, and it’s great. software is way more advanced than us, but our physical technological parts are better. we can let them manage the line and most of the profit would come back to us,” hoseok says. he feels so proud of saying something that he even inhales a very, very minimal amount of his cigarette. he works even harder to hold down the cough. regret regret regret.
“very good point, hoseok,” seokjin says after a while. he smiles, but then there’s no further discussion. no one looks at him. they keep talking about other matters around the company, and no one really cares for what he has to say or offer. it makes him angry - this wasn’t about rooftops, this was about status injustice. it eventually gets to a point when hoseok just can’t deal with it. he throws his cigarette stick to the ground and stomps on it.
“excuse me,” he says curtly, and he takes the elevator back downstairs by himself. he’s glad to see that it’s almost lunch time, which meant he could see yongsun’s friends again.
“you okay, hoseok?” yongsun asks him, rubbing his shoulder. hoseok slumps in his chair and whines.
“it’s so unfair, noona,” hoseok whispers. yongsun gives him a sad smile and opens her arms for a hug. hoseok immediately jumps in her arms and melts at her calming omega scent.
“life is always unfair, i’m sorry hoseok,” yongsun says. “do you wanna break for lunch early?”
hoseok nods. he follows her with heavy steps and a store-bought lunch bag. today isn’t hoseok’s day at all.
when they arrive at the cafeteria, there’s someone new waiting for them. hoseok cautiously takes a seat next to the newcomer and waves shyly.
“this is namjoon-oppa,” wheein says. “i think you guys are the same age, though.”
“i’m hoseok,” hoseok greets, extending a hand. namjoon takes it and firmly shakes it.
“namjoon,” he responds softly, and hoseok almost melts at how adorable the man’s dimples are.
“he’s a busy man, hoseok, this is the first and last time you’ll ever see him,” yongsun says dramatically.
“yeah, it’s like he forgot about his only friends at this company,” hyejin adds, slumping into her chair as if fainting. namjoon laughs and shakes his head.
“i’m sorry,” namjoon whines apologetically. “i’ll start coming out more often. there’s someone to come out for now,” he says, blushing as he avoids hoseok’s gaze.
yongsun squeals and smacks hoseok’s shoulder. “there he goes again,” she says. “namjoon, hoseok’s taken.”
“i-i’m not!” hoseok squeals. “i told you, i live with my best friend who just so happens to be an alpha.”
namjoon smiles gently at him. “you don’t have to explain yourself. yongsun-noona just likes to play matchmaker.”
hoseok pouts. “noona, don’t make fun of me. you know i had a bad day.”
byulyi quietly reaches over the table and holds hoseok’s hands comfortingly. hoseok is still so amazed at how much this lady resembles yoongi, it’s scary.
“oh? what happened?” namjoon asks. hoseok sighs.
“you probably don’t want to hear it, but i’ve been having a really bad time with my branch,” hoseok says, feeling tears build up again as he recalls how he felt a few hours ago. “my boss, seokjin, tends to make a lot of official decisions on the rooftop as my coworkers smoke together with him. i tried joining in by forcing myself to smoke, but they didn’t even listen to my opinions because i’m a stupid omega who doesn’t know shit!”
“i felt really neglected,” hoseok finishes.
“i’m really sorry to hear that,” namjoon mumbles. “what did you try to tell them today?”
hoseok tells namjoon all about the printer project they’re managing and he’s happy to see that namjoon actually cares about what he has to say. he nods and asks questions and they have a proper discussion about the deal.
“well, hoseok,” namjoon says, raising an eyebrow at him. “you’re quite the business man. i’m going to bring it up with your branch and have a talk with them. excuse me.”
and with that, namjoon goes. hoseok’s confused.
“did he just say he’ll talk to my boss?”
the girls just laugh at him and ruffle his hair.
“oh, you’re so cute, hoseokie,” yongsun says. “that’s the ceo of this company, kim namjoon.”
“seems like he took quite the interest in you,” wheein adds suggestively.
“he was all heart eyes, oh my god,” hyejin squeals, clapping her hands.
“can we bet on how long it takes until joon starts courting hoseok?” byulyi says slyly.
hoseok just groans and drops his head on the table. what a long day.
byulyi wins the bet. when hoseok comes back from the snack room after his break, he finds a single rose and a small note attached sitting on his desk. hoseok picks it up and smells it, noticing how it smells fresh with a tint of vanilla - a lot like what namjoon’s scent smelled like a few hours ago. there are also no thorns on the stem, which kind of impresses him.
yongsun turns in her chair and gives him a shit-eating grin. “well? what does the note say?”
hoseok reads it, and with every word, his eyes go wide.
“he wants me to be promoted. like, as his assistant? is that even allowed, what the hell? he really liked that business talk we had during lunch and i-“
hoseok feels faint. “noona, slap me and tell me this isn’t true.”
she slaps him and he feels his cheek sting. “oh my god, this is real, isn’t it? but how am i sure that it’s not because he wants to court me?”
yongsun shakes her head. “namjoon isn’t like that. it’s always work first. he probably genuinely saw how smart you are, hoseokie,” yongsun says with a smile. “you should send him an email if you’re interested.”
hoseok blinks. “of course i’m interested, what the hell? namjoon would listen to what i have to say, and that’s enough for me,” hoseok says dreamily. “oh my god, i have to accept it!”
yongsun hugs him tightly as he writes out an email of acceptance and presses send.
“i have to go,” hoseok says, feeling floaty. “i’ll see you tomorrow, noona.”
right before he closes his desktop, he sees an email reply from namjoon.
dear jung hoseok,
i’m excited to welcome you to my team. i assure you, this has nothing to do with me personally. i genuinely think you could bring a lot of positive changes to this company.
that said, i hope the rose conveyed my message. i’d like to court you. if you’re interested, keep the rose on your desk. if not, i think we’d be great friends.
respectfully,
namjoon
hoseok goes home with a heavy heart.
yoongi surprisingly isn’t smoking when he gets home. he’s making dinner for the two of them, and hoseok enters with a happy smile.
“hyung!”
yoongi glances behind him and waves. “hi, seok. good day?”
hoseok sighs and drops all of his bags at the entrance. “it was a long day. i have so much to tell you.”
they eat yoongi’s dinner and talk about endless things. when they eventually migrate to the couch with a bowl of snacks and two bottles of beer, hoseok shows yoongi the courting gift.
yoongi takes it and twists it between his fingers, confused. “what’s this?”
hoseok coughs and blushes. “i got it from another alpha today. the ceo of the company i work at, actually. he wants to court me.”
something dark flashes in yoongi’s eyes.
“he smells nice,” yoongi mutters quietly, more to himself. “are you gonna accept it?”
hoseok’s smile falters. “you’re not - you’re not going to fight for me?”
yoongi glances at hoseok and turns fully to hold the omega’s hands. “of course i want to, seokie,” yoongi says, brushing hoseok’s bangs out of his teary eyes. “i’ve been wanting to court you for so long, but i could never find the right time to do so. you can say i’m a bit of a coward for waiting.”
“it’s your decision,” yoongi continues. “i bet a ceo can provide more than a music producer, too-“
hoseok smacks yoongi’s chest, vision blurring with hot tears. “you’re more than just a music producer, hyung. i want, i want-“
“honey, you have to let me finish,” yoongi says, laughing a little at hoseok’s eagerness. “i was going to say that i will do everything i can to provide you just the same, if not more. my cute omega deserves that much, right?”
hoseok feels so relieved at that and nods to lean forward and trap yoongi with his body to the couch. he nuzzles his nose above yoongi’s gland and scents him, feeling so relaxed as if he’s melting into yoongi’s body.
“alpha,” hoseok whines. “yoongi, do you really want me?”
yoongi laughs and flicks him in the forehead. “idiot. of course i do. i’m sorry it took another alpha for me to make a move, and i’m thankful you waited for me. so, so thankful.”
hoseok smiles and intertwines their legs together as he stares at yoongi from above, taking in his pretty alpha’s features up close. “i think i should get rewarded, hyung. i got promoted today. i’m gonna be the ceo’s assistant, and i’ll actually have a say in important decisions,” hoseok says, dragging his finger down yoongi’s clothed chest. yoongi lets out something like a growl or sigh.
“proud of you, honey. i’m glad the smoke thing didn’t work out,” yoongi whispers, using his thumb to trace hoseok’s cheekbones, lips, and jawline. “if you want, i’ll stop smoking for you, too. i know how much you hate it when i smell like it.”
hoseok nods and squeals when yoongi starts scenting him, too. “tickles, hyung.”
“you’re mine, seokie,” yoongi says, nipping his skin a little. “you’re so pretty, honey. my omega’s so beautiful.”
hoseok blushes and whines as yoongi touches him gently all over. when they kiss, hoseok feels euphoric. yoongi’s lips are softer than he thought - he taste like vanilla, too. hoseok can’t get enough.
“yoongi, alpha,” hoseok moans. “alpha, wan’ more.”
“i can’t yet, honey,” yoongi responds sadly. “you gotta tell that ceo first. i want you two to have a good relationship. after tomorrow, i’ll give you everything you want.”
hoseok pouts, but he knows yoongi’s right.
“love you, hyung,” hoseok says sleepily, going slack in yoongi’s hold. yoongi hugs him tightly.
“love you, honey.”
he walks into namjoon’s office with his head held high. the alpha greets him politely and gestures to the other desk in his office, tucked into the corner with his own shelf and everything.
“it’s all yours,” namjoon says, smiling at hoseok’s big eyes. “if you need anything more, don’t be afraid to ask. also, i brought your suggestion to your branch yesterday and it’s being implemented, of course, credited to you.”
“thank you,” hoseok says softly, turning around to look at namjoon. “thank you for everything, seriously. and i’m really sorry i couldn’t accept your courting. i think you’re an extremely impressive man, but my roommate…”
“ah, the alpha roommate,” namjoon jokes. “it’s okay, hoseok. i’m excited to work with you, that wasn’t a lie. i hope we can be good friends.”
hoseok beams at him. “i hope so too. now, when’s the next meeting?”
when he goes home that night, he opens the door to a chocolate cake and a very, very naked yoongi who has a ribbon tied around the tip of his dick.
“celebration for your promotion? and if you couldn’t tell, i’m your gift,” yoongi says shamelessly. hoseok laughs and hugs yoongi, despite the awkward naked to clothing combination.
“love you, hyung,”
yoongi smiles and ruffles hoseok’s hair as he blows out the candles. “love you, honey.”
hoseok looks back at his alpha with lustful eyes and an innocent grin. “now, how about i blow you instead?”