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Jeongin presented late, and it made things kind of weird.
It’s kind of cute when the maknae is fourteen and just discovering scenting and skinship and occasionally growls because they don’t know how to rein in all of their emotions yet. It’s significantly less cute when the maknae is twenty-two and gets thrown out of his hyung’s room at three AM because he was unconsciously dry-humping his leg in his sleep.
It’s especially not cute to be a late-alpha displaying puppy-levels of jealousy. Jealousy. It’s a typical alpha issue, but almost everyone learns how to control it before they’re old enough for it to be weird and off-putting—not Jeongin! He’s being both weird and off-putting, right now, at this very moment, as he stares at Hyunjin from across the room, hackles raised and nearly growling, all because Hyunjin is talking to someone else. Particularly, another maknae: Ni-ki.
It’s not just because it’s Hyunjin—why would it be about Hyunjin? Jeongin figures that, although he’s an alpha and has that dominance thing happening, he’s still allowed to feel hurt when a member of his group babies someone else, when they have a perfectly good baby already here. That’s it. Maybe Jeongin has taken his status as the maknae of the group for granted. Sure—his denial of physical affection and his lazy way of letting the older members pamper him has been a source of ease in his life, but there have been other perks that he hasn’t fully taken advantage of, and perhaps really, really wouldn’t like to lose.
Like being the cutest. Especially on Hyunjin’s radar—no, everyone’s radar! Not just Hyunjin.
It feels silly even to think about it. Jeongin is meek. He likes attention, but he’s an idol—they all like attention. They don’t all get the same level of attention that the maknae gets, which is to say, the cheek-pinching, cooing type. Jeongin has never been the biggest fan of that—at least, he thought so, until it was threatened to be taken away from him.
“Innie.” Minho pokes the back of his neck—hard. “Are you trying to explode Hyunjin with your mind?”
“Not Hyunjin,” Jeongin mutters, which is already saying too much, especially to someone like Minho, but he can’t help it. His brain isn’t firing on all cylinders like it usually is—because Hyunjin is cooing and awwing over someone who is certainly not Jeongin. He’s ruffling Ni-Ki’s hair, acting like he’s the cutest thing anyone has ever seen–when Jeongin is right there!
Minho hums. “This is a multi-company idol bonding experience. We should be welcoming our colleagues, right?”
“Mm,” Jeongin offers in response. Jisung approaches them next—because Jisung can’t tolerate being more than two-feet away from Minho at all times.
“Who is Innie trying to explode with his mind?”
“Ni-ki,” says Minho.
“What! He’s so cute.”
“He’s not as cute as me,” Jeongin snarls back, surprising himself as he once again forgets about the alpha thing.
Jisung and Minho’s eyes snap to each other at the same time. Minho’s lips curl into a minuscule smirk.
“Oh, I see,” Minho says without elaborating. “Don’t worry, Innie. This is normal.”
“Totally normal,” Jisung echoes.
“What’s normal?” Jeongin hates talking to Minho and Jisung together for too long; their inside jokes give him a headache. It’s like they speak their own language.
“The jealousy,” Minho clarifies. “It’s an alpha thing. Unfortunately, you have to deal with it or it’ll eat you alive. Right, honey?”
“Right,” Jisung agrees gravely. “You’ll, like—” He mimes an explosion with his hands, eyes widening. “It’s messy. Trust me, almost happened to hyung.” He shrugs a shoulder towards Minho.
“Stray Kids could have been seven,” Minho mutters, sounding almost troubled enough to be serious. Almost.
“Are you lying to me?” Jeongin demands.
“Why would we lie to you?” scoffs Jisung. “Rude insinuation from our beloved baby who we treat so well!”
That’s rich coming from someone who made a whole segment on their latest talker out of throwing paper airplanes at Jeongin’s head.
“For fun, for evil. I don’t know,” Jeongin grumbles.
“We would never lie about something like this,” Minho says. “You’re experiencing a common phenomenon in newly presented alphas. The only way you can solve it is by… conquering the jealousy.”
“And you do that,” Jisung cuts in easily, like they rehearsed this—see? It’s creepy—“by confessing to the reason for your jealousy.”
“Seems to be one… Hwang Hyunjin?” Minho grins.
“What? Shut up.” So he wants to tackle Ni-Ki to the ground. It isn’t because he’s jealous that Hyunjin is talking to him. He’s probably just protective of his status. Jeongin is one of the top maknaes—he has a song about it! His adorable charm gets him far and cements him as a treasured member of the group, that’s all. It’s just insecurity.
Hyunjin giggles and wraps Ni-Ki in a bear-hug. Jeongin's nails dig into his palms.
Minho hums and nudges Jisung. “Cute. And so familiar.”
Jisung beams at the attention. Jeongin makes a gagging noise because he doesn’t have a spray bottle handy.
“So, hypothetically—if you’re not lying to me, which you are—all I have to do to make the feeling stop is… confess?”
“That’s all,” Minho confirms.
“Well. Then I don't know what to do, because it was just a hypothetical. I don’t have any feelings, so I have no one to confess to. Obviously.”
Minho and Jisung share another disgustingly knowing glance. Jisung pats Jeongin on the head.
“Alrighty then. Good luck, little one.”
“You’re going to need it,” agrees Minho.
Jeongin has learned the best way to cope with the combined force of Minho and Jisung is to simply ignore them, which he does so with pleasure. Instead, he continues to skulk and glare until Felix pulls him into a conversation about an upcoming schedule, which distracts him enough to dispel the heat that’s been radiating off of him.
But every time he steals a glance at Hyunjin—at Ni-ki—it starts the process all over again.
“Innie!” Hyunjin calls, Jeongin’s name tinged with laughter as it leaves Hyunjin’s lips. Jeongin smiles on impact, thrilled to be saved from melting into the stand-by room’s lumpy couch while they wait for their call-time. The smile falters when he sees what Hyunjin is laughing at—who Hyunjin is laughing at. It’s one of their juniors: Haru from NEXZ. Jeongin likes him. He liked him, at least.
Jeongin considers pretending he didn’t hear, but that would be awkward and immature. He figures he should stop being both of those things, especially if he doesn’t want to tip off Hyunjin that something is wrong, so he drags his feet over to the two of them.
“What’s up?” he acts, incredibly casual. Haru gives him a bashful nod.
“Sunbaenim was just telling me a really funny story about you,” he offers.
“Haru! Hyung,” Hyunjin corrects. “You’re the one who asked to use it—so use it. I like hyung.”
“Hyung,” Haru says hurriedly, cheeks flushing. “Hyung was telling me this story…”
Jeongin zones out. The story is about him, but who cares? Haru is calling Hyunjin hyung, and Hyunjin is practically giggling and kicking his feet about it! Hyunjin had that same reaction when Jeongin first let a ‘hyung’ slip out—he’d been mortified, thought he had overstepped, but Hyunjin shrieked and pinched his cheeks and chased him around the room, threatening to kiss his forehead. Jeongin thought—well, it was obviously stupid to think he was special.
“Yang Jeongin.” Hyunjin snaps in front of his face. “Are you falling asleep standing up again?”
Jeongin’s eyes dart to Haru, who looks only mildly crestfallen at being ignored to the caliber at which Jeongin is ignoring him. He should apologize but, unfortunately, can’t find it in him. Alpha genes, clearly.
He laughs once instead. It comes out dry. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve been up late working with… Beomgyu, on my solo.”
It’s a complete lie. Beomgyu hasn’t come near Jeongin’s solo, says it’s entirely too sexy for his ‘sensibilities’. He’s not exactly sure why he blurted out something with no basis in reality, until Hyunjin makes a face, eyebrows scrunching up slightly, and Jeongin’s alpha brain releases a flood of dopamine. Is Hyunjin upset—jealous, maybe? Jeongin isn’t the only one?
But it’s gone as soon as it came. “Ahhh, so sweet to have such a good friend—Haru, if you ever want to release a solo, let me know, okay?”
Haru blinks rapidly, several emotions flashing across his face at once. “Thanks, hyung!”
Thanks, hyung, Jeongin mocks in his mind and then attempts to muster some semblance of guilt at it. It doesn’t come. All he feels is irritation, possessiveness, anger.
He excuses himself from Hyunjin and Haru, clenching his teeth so he doesn’t bare them. He finds Changbin instead—perfect.
“Hey, hyung. Let’s work out later.”
“Oh? Innie, you’re so strong now,” Changbin coos, teasing. “What should we work on today? Arms? You’re already so lethal.”
“I want to punch something,” Jeongin says honestly. Changbin’s eyes widen.
“That can be arranged.”
Two hours after his gym session with Changbin, Jeongin is sweaty, sore, and tired—but still, his mind is stuck on Hyunjin, on his little harem of juniors that call him hyung and fawn over him. He’s deployed all of his tried and true distraction methods and yet here he is, pacing the apartment like a caged animal. Chan is politely pretending that this is normal behavior and has only checked in once since Jeongin got home.
But now, Jeongin is at his limit.
“Chan-hyung,” he begins tentatively. He can’t believe he’s reached a point this low, and so fast. “When you first presented, did you ever want to, like, randomly attack people?”
Chan pauses his scrolling and looks up, a mildly disturbed look on his face. “Uh… define randomly attack?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Dictionary definition.” Jeongin tries for casual but he's gritting his teeth. This was probably a bad idea. He should’ve asked anyone else, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the jealousy thing. Minho is powerful enough to get Changbin and Felix to lie for him, and Jeongin absolutely does not want to have this conversation with Seungmin, so Chan is the safest bet. Chan might take him too seriously but it’s better than the alternative.
“That’s not… not normal,” Chan says after a beat. “Your hormones are out of whack. Uh. Don’t act on it, though?”
“Cool,” says Jeongin. “Yeah, no of course not. I was just checking.”
Chan sighs, closes his eyes, and then puts his phone down. “Is this about Hyunjin?”
“What? No. No, why would you think that?” Jeongin’s voice cracks, which is humiliating because he’s a grown man despite the late presentation and the fact that everyone is always pinching his cheeks. He tries and spectacularly fails to maintain strong eye contact with Chan—he’s afraid if Chan looks at him too closely, he’ll be able to tell Jeongin spent the last two hours stalking Ni-Ki’s social media for any traces of Hyunjin.
“It’s okay,” Chan assures him. “I’ve, uh—I went through something similar. When I first presented.”
Jeongin’s attention is piqued. He was there when Chan presented and he can’t remember anything like this happening to him. “What? I never noticed. How do I hide it like you did?”
“Well.” Chan looks more conflicted than Jeongin has ever seen him, which is saying something because Chan is often conflicted about something or another. He blows out a deep breath. “I didn’t hide it. I… confessed. To the person who I was feeling jealousy over.”
“Who?”
“Hey, we’re allowed to have some secrets, aren’t we?”
Jeongin makes a face. “No?”
“Right,” Chan acquiesces. “Okay, well. It was Felix.”
“Felix?!” Jeongin nearly shrieks. “Nobody thought to tell me that you and Felix, that you’re—you’re what?”
“Well, we’re not mated,” Chan chokes out, like the conversation is painful. “Not like Jisung and Minho—”
“What?!” Jeongin didn’t realize his voice could hit this octave outside of singing. “That’s why they act like that?”
“We kept it private from you because you hadn’t presented yet, and it can be hard to explain… but, yeah. I know that doesn’t feel like a legitimate excuse and it sucks you’re just finding out, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, Seungmin only found out a few weeks ago.” He pauses. “Although he wasn’t very surprised.”
Jeongin should be more mad about being left out—or maybe feel stupider, because yeah in retrospect, duh—but he’s stuck on what Chan said. Chan, who is honest and has integrity, unlike Minho and Jisung, would not lie to Jeongin for fun. He has to confess? To Hyunjin? Jeongin doesn’t even like Hyunjin. Maybe he had a childhood crush, like, a year ago—but he was twenty-one, practically an infant!
And sure, maybe he tends to pick Hyunjin over the others, crawls into his bed when he needs comfort, chooses him as a seatmate on long plane rides, always eats dinner with him. Maybe he’s been thinking about Hyunjin nonstop for the past few weeks—months—but that’s all… Hyunjin is his favorite.
Hyunjin has always been his favorite.
“No way,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” Chan says again. “It was management’s idea, really, so if you want to blame anyone for the secrecy—”
“No way. Do I love him?”
“Oh!” Chan startles. “Uh, Hyunjin? Yeah, Innie. I think you have for, like, way longer than you realize. We all see it. I think Hyunjin sees it too, if I’m being honest.”
“Shit,” Jeongin squeaks.
“That’s definitely a good thing!” Chan speaks up before Jeongin can spiral. “Because, uh—I mean, c’mon. He’s super into you, too.”
“He is?” Forget the brain fog that comes with presenting, Jeongin feels like he’s just gone through a full lobotomy. He has a brand new set of eyes and he sees that, yeah, of course he loves Hyunjin. If he was jealous solely because he didn’t like his status as maknae being threatened, he would’ve been angry with any of his members who have ever cooed at another group’s baby—and there have been a lot! But the anger stops and ends with Hyunjin, the jealousy, the possessiveness: it’s because he wants Hyunjin to be his.
And Hyunjin… wants the same thing?
Jeongin is a live-wire, burned down to his base instincts. Logic has flown out the door and he won’t try to catch it. “I’m going to the other dorm.”
“That’s great!” Chan exclaims. “Really great, Innie—hey, take your time, okay? I’m gonna just send a little warning text to Changbin, you know, so he can leave as soon as—”
Jeongin doesn’t hear the rest of what Chan says because he’s already out the door, all else forgotten but his quest to find Hyunjin immediately and tell him how he feels—to make Hyunjin his.
Changbin shrieks when Jeongin bursts into their dorm. “I’m leaving, please, thirty more seconds, I’m leaving!”
Jeongin rolls his eyes. He’d calmed down a little bit on the short walk over so he’s not going to do anything rash, like jump Hyunjin or anything.
“Innie?” Hyunjin’s door opens and he stands there, dressed down in a ratty t-shirt and sweats. He’s not wearing a scent patch and Jeongin’s mouth starts watering. He takes an unconscious step forward and starts to peel his own patch up. Maybe he is going to jump Hyunjin.
“Oh my God—stop, ew, goodbye!” Changbin hurries out, slamming the door behind him, leaving them alone. Hyunjin raises an eyebrow in Jeongin’s direction.
“I’m assuming Changbin knows something I don’t,” he begins, coming towards Jeongin, matching his pace. “Does it have anything to do with how weird you’ve been acting lately?”
“Yeah,” Jeongin says. He could lie, could definitely have more tact than this, but Hyunjin smells really good and it’s making Jeongin incredibly stupid—stupider than he’s been, which is impressive. “I’ve been so jealous, hyung.”
“Oh?” Hyunjin’s lips curl up. “Why’s that?”
“Feels like you know why.” That was something else that had clicked into place for Jeongin on the trip over—Hyunjin is always sweet to other idols; he’s a friendly guy, but he’s never so… loud about it. The fawning over the maknae, always when Jeongin is in earshot or sight—Hyunjin was doing it on purpose.
Hyunjin laughs. “Sorry, was it not subtle?”
“Well.” Jeongin doesn’t really want to get into the whole story of how he almost fought a perfectly kind Ni-Ki because Hyunjin smiled in his presence and convinced himself that was a normal thing to do. They can laugh about that in about five years, when they’re mated—which Jeongin is having to hold back from making happen right this second. “No, not really,” he answers.
Hyunjin shrugs. “You’re the type who needs to be hit over the head with something to notice it, so I was working with what I had. Jeonginnie, I’ve been waiting for you to present forever.”
Jeongin tries to ignore the shiver that crawls up his spine. “What if I’d been a beta? Or an omega?”
“I’d jump off a bridge,” Hyunjin says, then smirks. “Or—Ni-Ki is an alpha.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Hyunjin’s answering laugh is melodic—well, actually, it’s his same goofy laugh, but to Jeongin, it’s church bells. How could he have missed all the glaring signs that he wanted this more than anything? He can’t even blame his alpha brain, just his normal one.
Oh well, he made it here eventually.
“Did you know that Minho and Jisung hyung are mated?” Jeongin asks.
“Obviously, ugh. Minho never lets me forget it.” Hyunjin crinkles his nose.
“Would you want to be mated?”
Hyunjin barks out another startled guffaw, and at first, Jeongin thinks he may have gone a little too far, but then Hyunjin closes the difference between them easily and puts a finger under Jeongin’s chin.
“Newly presented alphas are so cute—just can’t help asking for what they want.”
And then he kisses him. Hyunjin kisses him and Jeongin’s entire body bursts into flames, all at once. His brain flips off as if his entire system was just shut down, and he grabs Hyunjin by the hips, pulls him closer, and kisses him back.
Jeongin has kissed approximately three people in his life. All of them were awkward and clumsy; none of them were like this. The kiss is scalding, no hesitation and no learning curve. Hyunjin kisses him deeply, desperately—with years of wanting behind his lips.
Jeongin gets dizzy with it fast. He presented less than a month ago and he hasn’t gotten everything regulated yet, so this is a dangerous game, but who cares? Certainly not him, and not Hyunjin, if the way his hands are now roaming around Jeongin’s body are any way to judge the situation. Jeongin is liable to let this go far—farther than maybe he should, but hey, they talked about it.
Hyunjin wraps one hand around the back of Jeongin’s neck, leverage to kiss him even harder, and Jeongin moans into his mouth. Hyunjin pulls away, gasping.
“My bedroom is free,” he breathes out, chest heaving, cheeks pretty and flushed. His scent is overpowering the room and cutting off the flow of oxygen to Jeongin’s brain. Hyunjin is lazy about his scent patches so Jeongin is familiar with his sweet lavender smell, but this is an entirely different context. His focus has narrowed down to a single line: Hyunjin. Mine. Claim.
Of course, despite the whole newly minted alpha thing, Jeongin is not insane. He’s not in rut and he’s not going to bite Hyunjin—but he seriously wants to.
“Innie,” Hyunjin sings, bringing Jeongin slightly back to reality. “Bedroom.”
He reaches out for Jeongin’s hand and pulls him gently, but that’s the only thing gentle about the next fifteen seconds. Once the door is shut behind them, Hyunjin yanks Jeongin onto the bed, both of them landing in a heap. Jeongin looks down on where Hyunjin is laid out below him, beautiful and angelic and his breath catches in his throat again.
“Do you want me to take my patch off?” Jeongin dares.
“Of course I do.”
Jeongin doesn’t wait another second. He rips it off, tossing it somewhere, and Hyunjin takes a dizzying inhale that nearly sends Jeongin into another dimension. To ground himself, he dives back into Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin sighs into it and wraps his legs around Jeongin’s waist, locking him in and setting a rhythm. Jeongin loves how Hyunjin isn’t passive. He’s lovely, but not in a typical submissive omega type of way. Hyunjin knows what he wants; he always has, and Jeongin has the privilege of seeing that up close and personal.
Hyunjin is hungry, possessive, giving Jeongin a run for his money. They consume each other, getting sloppier with each press of their lips and swipe of their tongues. Jeongin bites Hyunin’s lower lip so hard he draws blood. Before he can apologize, Hyunjin grabs a handful of his ass and pulls him down into a grind, groaning into Jeongin’s mouth.
“O-oh,” he chokes out. Their cocks are lined up now and they’re both so hard, but Hyunjin is also so wet. Jeongin can feel the slick through their sweats, can feel the mess it’s already making.
The last of Jeongin’s restraint flees the scene. He grinds down hard against Hyujin, rutting against whatever he can. It’s uncoordinated, but every spark of pleasure is a balm to his fried nerves. He needs to get their pants off, but his brain is too syrupy to do more than kick his feet weakly. Luckily, Hyunjin picks up on it—because Hyunjin knows him, or Hyunjin has imagined this. Both thoughts leave Jeongin light-headed.
“Want to undress me?” Hyunjin asks, voice breathy and seductive in a way that Jeongin has only conjured up in dreams. He nods in a completely uncool, overeager way, but when Hyunjin cracks a smile, all Jeongin can do is grin back. He gets his fingers under the waistband of Hyunjin’s sweats, taking care to brush over the soft, sensitive skin there and think about how he can taste it later, if he wants. He pulls them down, half-way between hurried and slow, wanting to take his time but feeling desperate. Hyunjin, again, senses what Jeongin is feeling. “You don’t have to go slow,” he says. “We’re doing this again.”
“Are we?” Jeongin gasps, exposing Hyunjin’s boxers and the delicious wet spot that adorns them. Hyunjin's cock kicks and Jeongin's stomach drops. Jeongin wants to get his mouth on it so badly, wants to lap up the slick. He’s deluded, out of his mind. “That’s good.”
Hyunjin giggles. “You’re so cute. Of course we are. Again and again and again.”
Jeongin kisses him then, because he has no idea how to process how happy that makes him and he's spent enough time not kissing Hyujin. He nips at his lower lip and feels a hot spike of possessiveness when Hyunjin moans. Hyunjin kicks his pants off his ankles, and then, apparently tired of waiting for Jeongin to stay on task, shimmies out of his boxers too.
“This works better if we’re naked,” he teases.
Jeongin locks in, tearing his shirt above his head and hopping out of his pants and boxers. It’s so unsexy but Hyunjin laughs again and Jeongin loves him, loves him so much that he doesn’t know how he missed it for all these years. He rucks Hyunjin’s shirt up to his neck, trailing his hands over exposed skin as he does so, and Hyunjin closes his eyes, sighing.
“Since it’s our first time, I’ll tell you what I like, okay?” He blinks up at Jeongin, a siren, and Jeongin knows that even if he presented as a beta or an omega, he would still be caught up in Hyunjin’s spell. “I like having my nipples played with.”
As if in a trance, Jeongin leans down to mouth at Hyunjin’s chest. He kisses his collarbone first, while his thumb sneaks down to pinch a nipple. Hyunjin whines and Jeongin moves his lips to his throat, a torturously short distance to his scent gland.
“I like that too,” he breathes. “Your turn—what do you like?”
“I like you,” Jeongin answers automatically. “Uh, other than that—dunno. So, anything you want.”
Hyunjin laughs. “You’re the sweetest—too sweet for an alpha. I’m so lucky.”
Jeongin’s heart hammers in his chest. He noses against Hyunjin’s scent gland again, choking himself on the lavender, running his tongue all over it like a lollipop. Hyunjin’s hips jerk and Jeongin can feel a fresh wave of slick dampening his bare thighs.
“I think I’d like,” Jeongin tries again, tries to focus on anything but his proximity to Hyunjin’s gland and the way his cock feels against his thigh, “knotting you.”
“Oh, you would,” Hyunjin laughs. “You can do that. I’ll spread my legs for you.”
“Hyunjin, hyung—oh my God.”
“Get used to it.” Hyunjin grins. “You can’t bite me just yet, so maybe you can focus your lips on something else.”
Jeongin practically falls to the floor. He pulls Hyunjin by his legs to the edge of the bed, spreading them just like Hyunjin says. Jeongin is inexperienced, but his instincts kick in—he knows how to do this, somehow. He’s fearless, and so he dives in, lavishing Hyunjin with kisses all over his legs, his inner thighs, even leaves a little hickey on his ankle. Jeongin teases because Hyunjin seems like the type to like teasing, and judging by his gasps, moans, reverent whispers of Jeongin’s name, he’s reading him correctly.
And when Jeongin finally feels that they’ve both reached their limit (and when Hyunjin starts pulling his hair), he takes Hyunjin’s cock into his mouth.
The slick gives it a delicious slide and Jeongin can’t help it—he moans around it like he’s the one in heat, like he’s delirious with it, and Hyunjin chokes out a mix of a deep breath and a sob. Jeongin takes the encouragement, hollowing his cheeks and sucking Hyunjin down to the back of his throat once before popping off to lick a stripe up his shaft. He takes his hand and starts to jerk Hyunjin off slowly, knowing he isn't allowed to get him off like this—Hyunjin wants his knot. He asked him for it. Jeongin has to get him ready for that, even though it seems like he could just slip in.
“Do you finger yourself?” Jeongin asks because he has to know. He circles Hyunjin’s rim with a finger now, waiting.
“Of course, and I always think of you when I do it.”
“Hyung,” Jeongin groans. “You’re going to kill me.”
“You’re going to kill me if you don’t move,” Hyunjin replies. “Go on, my sweet, little alpha.” He spreads his legs even wider. “You can use your tongue if you want, I like that too.”
Jeongin blacks out. He presses in one finger and then thrusts his tongue in next to it. Hyunjin cries out, collapsing back onto the bed, and Jeongin licks him clean. He wants to drink Hyunjin’s slick, can’t get enough of it. It’s intoxicating, incredible, addictive—Jeongin doesn’t know how he’ll stop when the time comes. Hyunjin wraps his hand around his own cock and Jeongin ruts his against the carpet, relishing in the burn of it. He’s that desperate; he needs to bite something.
He picks Hyunjin’s ass, sinking his teeth into the plush skin, then goes back to his rim, now devouring him around two fingers. He doesn’t need much, but Jeongin is savoring it. No matter how many times they’ll do this, Jeongin knows he'll feel like he has something to prove. He has to show Hyunjin that he’s the right alpha; he’s his. His one and only maknae.
Hyunjin’s legs start to tremble and Jeongin pulls away before he can cum. Hyunjin’s answering whine is desperate, pained, but Jeongin won’t let him hurt for long. He gets back on the bed, straddling Hyunjin’s lap and drops down to give him a messy, open-mouthed kiss with his slick all over Jeongin’s lips.
“Oh my God,” Hyunjin gasps when Jeongin lets him breathe. “My little baby—you’re a freak. Who would’ve known.”
“Alpha shit, I guess.”
“No, I think it’s just you.” Hyunjin pecks him. “And I like it. Are you going to fuck me like an alpha now?”
Jeongin nods, determined as he clambers off Hyunjin’s lap. He maneuvers Hyunjin’s legs to a comfortable angle, trying and failing to keep his gaze away from his spit- and slick-shiny hole. His throat catches suddenly, a wave of nervousness hitting him. He doesn’t want to screw this up. What if Hyunjin hates it, and goes running to someone else? What if—
“Baby,” Hyunjin says. He brings his hands up to Jeongin’s thighs and squeezes. “Alpha. Please?”
Jeongin’s brain turns to static. His resolution hardens, all fears forgotten in an instant. Jeongin lines up his cock and Hyunjin’s so wet that he just slides in. It’s like fitting in the last puzzle piece—Jeongin feels complete, satiated in a way he’s never been before, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. Hyunjin wraps his legs around him and sighs, eyes fluttering closed, satisfaction written all over his face.
“Please,” he repeats again, lips barely moving, and Jeongin pulls nearly all the way out before snapping his hips and burying himself in Hyunjin’s heat.
He falls into a rhythm, clumsily, slipping out a few times before Hyunjin snaps his legs closed around his back, trapping him in place. It's so hard to concentrate—Jeongin's never been so hot. His vision is blurring and Hyunjin is slurring his name and alpha. He mouths at Hyunjin's neck mindlessly, gravitating towards his scent gland with no conscious thought. He wants it so bad his teeth ache. He grazes them over, gently, controlled with the last shred of his sanity, and Hyunjin tightens around him, moaning.
Jeongin gasps. His arms are shaking. He stares down at Hyunjin, watches his eyes slowly blink open. Glossy. Pupils dialated.
"Oh," he chokes, and his orgasm smacks into him. It's blinding. Hyunjin keeps him pinned while he shakes through it, and when his knot finally catches on Hyunjin's rim, they both sigh in relief. Jeongin pushes it in, locks them together, and trembles all over. He's buzzing, pins and needles all over his arms. He's never felt so good.
They lay next to each, side by side, each trying to come down from what just happened. It feels very romcom—Jeongin’s always liked those, especially when he watches them with Hyunjin.
And then he remembers: the jealousy. He didn't give a proper confession, which is apparently an important part of the thing. Minho had been insistent when Jeongin texted him about it earlier.
He turns his head. “Hyung.”
“Yes?”
“I’m so into you. Like, I love you.”
Hyunjin laughs. “You made that abundantly clear—and the feeling is mutual.”
“Oh, thank God. I know, it was super obvious after, like, all of that, but I had to say the words so the jealousy would stop. I thought being an alpha would be easier—which, okay, is stereotypical, but—why are you looking at me like that?”
Hyunjin is looking at him like he's from another planet. “...Minho and Jisung told you that.” It isn’t a question.
“...yes?”
“Well.” He smirks. “I’ll have to buy them lunch. Yes, Innie—you said the words, so the jealousy will stop. You’ll never have any reason to be jealous again.”
"Wait, were they lying? I should really just stop talking to them." Jeongin is going to ruin Minho's night later. Maybe. Then he remembers something else. "But Chan…. Chan said the same thing."
"Oh, he did!" Hyunjin gasps, delighted. "I told everyone to tell you that. I just thought Minho and Jisung would be the only ones willing to do it. Go Chan. I'll buy him lunch too."
Jeongin stares at him, incredulous. Hyunjin plotted this. That's so ridiculousy sexy. Jeongin's knot pulses inside of Hyunjin. They both look down.
Hyunjin cracks a smile, and Jeongin dissolves into giggles. He presses kisses to Hyunjin's cheeks and one last one to his lips.
"You should be buying me lunch for all of the emotional manipulation."
Hyunjin smiles. "Sure, Innie. Anything for my favorite maknae."