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Yuta doesn’t really have any definitive opinions on alphas. Taeyong may not seem like an alpha at first glance, but he’s their appointed leader for a reason. Mark is pretty chill, pretty laid back for one– just fun to be around.
Donghyuck, however…
Mark and Yuta watch him back poor Jaehyun against the nearest wall, ducking his head into Jaehyun’s neck. Yuta turns to Mark with, “I’m surprised you’re not… I dunno. Flipping out? Going possessive alpha mode or whatever?”
“I’ve matured, oppa,” Mark huffs, crossing his arms. He looks away from the sight before him, and Yuta squints his eyes in suspicion. He holds his tongue, though. “I’m not some baby alpha like him anymore.”
Ah, yes.
“Hey, you two!” Taeyong calls out with a laugh. “What are you doing over there?”
Donghyuck responds by caging Jaehyun in, and Yuta hopes the cameras aren’t filming when Mark steps in and tries to separate them; it takes Johnny and Yuta being added into the mix for Donghyuck to finally be pulled off of Jaehyun; before he could growl at Mark, clearly trying to challenge him, his gaze falls on Johnny– his eyes widen at the scent of him, before he latches on to Johnny with a whimper.
“Yuyu? A little help?” Johnny asks, but Yuta just shrugs. Johnny is a strong guy. He can handle a little scenting. He just hopes that Donghyuck wouldn’t try to claim Johnny; of course he knows that wouldn’t happen, but newly-presented alphas can be very possessive with the first person they see. They can barely contain their restraint as is, and the fact that Johnny is an unmated omega… Yuta’s surprised Donghyuck hasn’t mounted him yet.
Well, he’s confident that Johnny will be alright. Maybe.
“Yuta! Help me– gah!”
Yep. He’ll be just fine.
Every once in a while, the betas in the group like to go out and grab dinner together, just the four of them. For that night, they don’t have to deal with pheromones and other weird stuff that alphas and omegas experience. Just… peace and quiet.
Oh, and to gossip, of course.
“Jae, you’re way too nice,” Yuta deadpans as he fills his glass, then proceeds to top up the others’ glasses with soju. Yeah, they’re all terrible at handling their liquor, but who would pass up on a drinking session with friends? “Especially to Donghyuck, and you know what good that does.”
“He’s the youngest! You have to be nice to your dongsaengs!” Jaehyun scoffs, cheeks a soft pink. The smoke from the grill and the BBQ in front of him obscures his slight pout. “But I guess you’re right… now he won’t leave me alone. He keeps scenting me and everything, too.”
“You know you can always push him away, right?” Taeil cuts in, taking a piece of meat from the grill. “Just imagine him as dead skin that you wanna peel off from your hand. You have to keep picking and pulling at it until it’s off of you, even if it feels weird.”
Jungwoo grimaces, setting down his chopsticks. “Why… would you say it like that, hyung?”
“Yuta hyunggg,” Jaehyun whines, propping his chin up with a hand. “Can you get Hyuckie off my back? Please?”
“Me? No way.” Yuta groans. “Let someone else handle it, like… like Johnny. It's not like he's taken.”
There’s a beat of silence, then they all collapse into a fit of giggles. Taeil had actually confided in them before that he was planning to court Johnny, but then Jungwoo, of all people, was actually trying to court him, too. "Oh my god. That sounds like hell," Jaehyun had complained before Taeil had smacked him on the shoulder. "What! I’m just saying that either one of you sounds like a handful already. But what if… what if he says yes to the both of you…?" Jungwoo was the one more open to the idea of that, of them. Taeil stared at him thoughtfully before he downed his soju and called it a night.
But that’s a whole different can of worms. And besides, that’s not the main topic tonight.
“The only reason why I’m being nice to him is because he’s still a baby alpha,” Taeil huffs. He downs his own cup of soju before filling it back up again. When he takes the bottle and surveys the rest, only Yuta has his glass half-empty, so he fills that. “Yuta, maybe Jaehyun’s right. You know how to handle him.”
“What about Jungwoo?” Yuta jerks his head towards him, pursing his lip. “If Donghyuck wants attention, then Jungwoo is the perfect match.”
Jungwoo responds through a mouth full of food. “He doesn’t like it when I do it, though–” bits of fish cake spill back onto his plate, so he takes his time to actually swallow his food before saying what he has to say. “Like, he hugs me and scents me… but when I try to kiss him, he immediately runs away? I’m kinda getting mixed signals.”
“So he wants someone to cling to and scent and stuff, but he doesn’t want them to be all touchy feely with him,” Jaehyun nods resolutely. “Sounds like a job for you, Yuta hyung.”
“But–” Yuta weakly sighs, eyes darting from one person to the next. Jungwoo shoots him an apologetic smile. Jaehyun makes a weird face. Taeil gives him a thumbs up. “But… ugh! I hate you guys. Fuck. I really hate you guys.”
He drinks as he stews in his own grumbling, frown so deep and constant throughout the night that the others are afraid that his wrinkles will become a permanent thing.
“You’ll be fine. You’re Yuta!” Taeil says proudly at one point, pouring soju into Yuta’s glass again before moving on to Jungwoo’s. His words are slurring together– just a bit. “You can handle everything. And besides, you’ve been close with Hyuck-ah even before he presented. Him being an alpha is just a minor change. He’s still the same as always.”
“Yeah, he’s always been clingy and affectionate. Now it's just…” Jungwoo trails off before covering his mouth and burping into it. “Now it just has some pheromones involved. Maybe a little nibble here and there.”
“And what about when his rut comes?” Yuta hisses. “Am I supposed to help him with that, too?”
“I’m pretty sure the contract explicitly says that we can’t do that,” Taeil snorts. He pats Yuta’s head. Idols aren’t allowed to mate with anyone, much less with each other; feelings always find a way to complicate things especially when they involve your colleagues. But like, Doyoung and Taeyong are practically an open secret. And don't even get Yuta started on the whole weird thing with Jungwoo and Taeil- and Johnny in between; he doesn’t know if they’re really being slick as they think they are, or if management is just turning a blind eye for some reason. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, we don’t even know when it’ll be.”
Yuta shrinks into his seat, prompting more headpats. He mumbles, “It’s only a matter of time.”
“It’s gonna be okay, hyung.” Jaehyun says soothingly. It's common knowledge that ruts of recently-presented alphas happen randomly, at least for a while; their cycle self-regulates itself with time, as they mature, but who knows how long that would take for Donghyuck? He's basically a ticking time bomb. “If we see signs of his rut coming up, we can just inform the managers and let them handle everything. Y’know, protocol.”
“Yeah, well,” Yuta snickers, head slowly spinning. “Do I have to remind the class here that what you and Mark did was not protocol?”
The table then bursts with reaction. Jungwoo slams a hand down the table and declares, “I knew it! I knew I smelled something off between you two!” which ended up with Jaehyun’s hand over his mouth.
“Well, they’re not being obvious with the way they share clothes,” Taeil says matter-of-factly. He points at Jaehyun with narrowed eyes. “And don’t think we can’t see you two hiding away in your little corner. Idiot.”
“We weren’t trying to hide! We just want some alone time! Can’t we have that?” Jaehyun argues.
Jungwoo barks out laughter, so loud that Taeil has to tell him to shush. “What kind of privacy are you going to get in the practice room?”
Yuta relaxes into his chair as he watches Jaehyun try to defend himself, smiling indulgently. Here’s to my last night of peace and quiet, I guess. Is what Yuta tells himself, before finishing off his soju.
“Alright!” The choreographer says, clapping their hands once. “Let’s take a 20 minute break, everyone.”
Yuta watches Donghyuck through the mirror, silently following him as the younger tries to sidle up to Jaehyun once more. Before Donghyuck could even reach him, Yuta had managed to wrap his arms around Donghyuck to tug him across the room.
“Hyung!” Donghyuck says in surprise, tensing up as Yuta pulls him down onto the floor, far from Jaehyun. He doesn’t move away, though, which is a good sign. “What are you–?”
“Shh, I’m tired,” Yuta whispers, laying his head down on Donghyuck’s lap and doing his best to get comfortable. He ends up lying on his side, facing the mirror, and his eyes slip closed as he adds, “Wake me up when the break is over.”
Donghyuck groans. “But…” when he tries to squirm, Yuta shoots him a glare through the mirror, and that’s that. He grumbles to himself for a bit, but decides to softly play with Yuta’s hair instead to pass the time.
Yuta watches Mark slinking up behind Jaehyun and hugging him around the waist. He shuts his eyes once more when he sees Mark tuck his head into Jaehyun’s neck, their faces having a matching, indulgent smile.
Despite the act, he hasn’t been able to sleep a wink the whole time. He still has to play the part of a sleeping person, of course; what Donghyuck doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Yuta doesn’t even budge when the choreographer tries to gather everyone up and tells them to get into their starting positions, seemingly in deep sleep.
“Hyung. Hyung,” Donghyuck says quietly, poking Yuta’s side. “Wake up.”
“Huh?” Yuta mentally pats himself on the back for how raspy his voice sounds. He cracks an eye open to look up at a bewildered Donghyuck. “Is the break over?”
He plays his part well– he has Donghyuck help him to his feet, steadying him as he wobbles. “Thanks,” Yuta coos, ruffling Donghyuck’s hair. He almost laughs when he sees Donghyuck’s eyes practically bulging out of his head. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Yuta even takes the initiative to help Donghyuck onto his knees for 'Faster', grinning at him through the mirror.
“Okay! Let’s go, let’s go!” The choreographer whoops. “From the top!”
Donghyuck stares at him, lost and wide-eyed, before Yuta raises an eyebrow at him and prompts him to break eye contact. Yuta catches the way Donghyuck’s eyes become more intense and sharp when the song starts to play, before he focuses on himself.
Yuta only starts to regret his life choices a few hours later, when they're done for the day and Donghyuck automatically clings to him, chest-to-back.
"Uhm?" Yuta chuckles uneasily. He feels Donghyuck's nose poking the side of his neck and yep, he kind of expected this to happen. But so soon? He was sure he gave Donghyuck the bare minimum... or something. "Donghyuck-ah, I need to get my stuff."
"Mm…" Donghyuck's voice is deep and sleep-laced, and he grumbles something that's too quiet and jumbled together for Yuta to make out.
Yuta pats his head once, then one more time when Donghyuck doesn't budge. "Hey," he says, a bit hurriedly. "Everyone's packing up."
"Huh?" Donghyuck scowls, his grip tightening, and that's the exact opposite of what Yuta wants right now.
"Let go." Yuta sighs, trying to elbow Donghyuck away. No dice. He keeps pushing, then tries to make a chopping slice between them like that would magically get Donghyuck to– "Let go, Donghyuck! Hey!" When Johnny passes by, singing a little song to himself, Yuta makes a distressed noise. "Johnny, can you help me?"
The moment Johnny turns around with a smirk, Yuta feels his stomach sinking into the depths of hell.
"But you guys look so comfortable…" Johnny hums, chewing on his lip as if he's deep in thought. "I wouldn't wanna separate you guys. That'd make Donghyuckie sad."
Donghyuck grunts something akin to an affirmation, face buried into Yuta's hair.
"But– But Johnny hyung–"
"I gotta go!" Johnny sings, giving a little wave. "Better hurry up or else the van's gonna leave without you."
Yuta almost cries.
Johnny is already gone by the time Yuta comes up with a bright idea. Or something along those lines. "If I let you keep hugging me…" he sighs out. "Will you let me get my stuff?"
Donghyuck pauses, as if very seriously considering it, before nodding. His hair is a little scratchy, and Yuta grimaces a bit. "Okay. Thanks, I guess," he says. His walk is awkward as it can be, and he dies a little inside when the people still around laugh at them. "Donghyuck-ah, I swear to god."
Donghyuck relents, shuffling so he's clinging to Yuta's side. It's… not much– Yuta has to bend his knees in a weird way (and that’s putting it lightly), but he manages to get his backpack and sling it over one shoulder. That's all that matters, doesn't it?
"Hyung," Donghyuck says, taking a moment to take one, big, obnoxious sniff straight from Yuta's shirt; he, almost to god, gags. "Can we sit together?"
There's a tick in Yuta's jaw. "Absolutely not."
So imagine – to no one's surprise – when Yuta is squeezed into the middle seat, sandwiched between a constantly-scenting Donghyuck and an amused Jungwoo.
"Yuta hyung smells good, doesn't he?" Jungwoo lightly elbows him in the side, eyes shining with unspoken mischief. "But he's all sweaty… how do you even manage to keep scenting him, Donghyuckie?"
Donghyuck momentarily detaches himself from Yuta's nape to trail his nose along Yuta's shoulder. "That's what makes it better." he smiles brightly, but Yuta just knows that he has an ulterior motive. Lee Donghyuck always has an ulterior motive. He purrs, "Hyung, maybe you shouldn't shower today."
"You two–" Yuta says, pushing Donghyuck away by the face. He takes satisfaction in the surprised yelp he gets. "–Are disgusting."
"Be nice!" Jungwoo scolds, turning around so he can tap on the headrest in front of Doyoung to get his attention. "Hey, shouldn't Yuta hyung be nice to Donghyuckie?"
"Mhm, yeah," Doyoung hums, distracted as he types away at his phone without even pretending to care. "Definitely."
Yuta slumps in his seat, eye twitching as Donghyuck starts to rub himself all over him with a whine.
“That’s cute, but…” Mark pipes up from the passenger seat. “Haechan-ah, you couldn’t even wait until after a shower?”
“Can’t help it… hyung smells so good,” Donghyuck croons. Yuta squints. Betas’ scents are not that strong– not as strong as alphas or omegas, at least. Of course, the punchline always comes last. “He smells like me.”
Mark snorts, “Good luck with that, oppa.” then proceeds to stuff his earphones in to block everyone out.
“Hyung, can I call you oppa, too?” Donghyuck pokes Yuta in the ribs. “Yuta hyung. Yuta oppa,” Yuta leans his head back, crossing his arms and tucking in his chin. He valiantly ignores the tapping on his shoulder, or the breathy whispers against his ear. “Hyung, can I? Please?”
Yuta pretends to fall asleep, inwardly seething. You owe me big time, Jaehyun, he mentally shakes his fist to the sky. And you too, Mark. I’m a goddamn martyr for you two!
He blames it on Mark’s cuteness, or something. He doesn’t fucking know.
When Taeyong hands Yuta a bottle of water during dance practice a week later, he finds himself being pulled in. “Are you seeing those two?” Yuta groans under his breath as he drinks.
It’s not hard to see who he’s talking about– Jaehyun and Mark are in their own little world again, getting all cozy and cuddly with each other. Taeyong dotes on him a bit more before turning to Yuta with a deadpan stare. “I think you should be worrying more about that,” he snickers a bit, before turning his attention away from Yuta. “How are you feeling, Hyuck-ah?”
“I’m feeling great!” Donghyuck chirps, one arm around Yuta’s waist and face almost in his shirt. He takes the bottle from Yuta’s hand. “Can I have some, hyung?” and without another word, takes a couple of huge gulps. When he hands the bottle back to Yuta, it’s with a bright smile. “Thanks.”
“Nice to see that you two are doing well,” Taeyong ruffles his own hair. “But Yuta, you look a little tired. Is everything okay?
“Oh, everything’s perfect.” Yuta snaps. Taeyong just smiles at him, waving at a camera behind Yuta. He lowers his voice, but the hostility is still very much present. “Fucking peachy.”
“Glad to know!” Taeyong’s response is as cheerful as ever. He looks as if he wants to say more, but his eyes widen. “Gotta go, Doyoungie’s calling me."
“Yuta hyung–” Donghyuck whines, moving side to side, from one foot to the next; because of how tight he’s got Yuta in his grasp, the latter ends up swaying with him. It looks more awkward than it sounds, so Donghyuck ends up lacing his arms across Yuta’s chest. “Hyung, I have something to show you.”
Yuta sighs loudly, shoulders slumping. In Donghyuck’s language, that means aegyo. It was a little cute the first time, kinda funny until the third time, and now he’s just come to fucking dread it. “Fine, whatever,” Yuta turns his head. “Go ahead and do your worst–”
He actually hears the kiss more than feels it; the loud smack of lips against cheek will haunt him in more ways than one. When he shoves Donghyuck away and glares at him, all he gets is a proud smirk.
“Nope. Nuh uh. That’s it,” Yuta says, taking Donghyuck’s hand and trying to remove it from his person. He’s never growled before, he’s never found a reason to do so, honestly. but Donghyuck had placed his other hand on top of Yuta’s and tried to link their fingers together. It surprises them both when the unfamiliar, animalistic gnarl bubbles up from Yuta’s throat. “Get off me. We're done.”
He’s a little harsher than he originally wanted to be as he shoves Donghyuck off of him, but he’s too tired and annoyed to care. “Go bother someone else.”
The sadness that flashes through Donghyuck’s eyes from the rejection is so real that Yuta is caught off guard, but it’s hidden away as quickly as it came. He can’t help but wonder if his eyes were deceiving him or what. “But I wanna bother you, hyung,” Donghyuck whines, pausing to let his words hang in the air for a moment. “I want you.”
Someone coughs loudly, and Yuta immediately turns away from him. He makes eye contact with Taeil, who flinches. It’s not uncommon for Donghyuck to say those types of things– hell, Yuta himself is known to have some playful remarks of his own. It’s just that… Well, two flirty people together can be very…
“I said go find someone else, brat.” Yuta huffs, not looking at anyone as he barely manages to fight Donghyuck off of him. “Christ.”
He ends up having to pass through an argument between Doyoung and Taeyong, and it’s Doyoung gestures for a momentary truce to ask, “Oh, hyung! Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“Oh, okay,” Doyoung hums. He bumps an apologetic and kissy Taeyong out of the way. “But you only have five minutes, hyung.”
Yuta waves the conversation off. He has no idea how he managed to play everything off when he looks himself in the mirror and realizes his face is very much still red. He curses himself as he turns on the faucet, leaning over the sink so that he can splash cool water on his face.
He hears the restroom door open, so he decides to stop washing his face. “Ah, hello.” Yuta exclaims as he does a little bow, face still wet and eyes still closed as he tries to grope around for tissue. It’s not going so well, but he can power through it. “Excuse me, can you…”
One moment a hand taps him on the shoulder; the next, a couple of bunched up tissues are shoved into his hands. “Oh, thank you,” Yuta laughs shyly as he pats his face dry. “I’m sorry about tha–”
“Don’t be sorry, hyung,” Yuta’s smile melts off his face in an instant. He can literally hear the giggle in Donghyuck’s voice. “You were kind of cute, like a little kitty cat.”
“What do you want?” Yuta grunts as he turns his face away once more, focusing on dabbing the soaked tissues across his already dry face.
“Taeyong hyung told me to come get you,” When Donghyuck shrugs, Yuta sees it in his peripheral vision. One of his eyes twitch. “We can’t start practice if you're not there, you know?”
“Yeah, fine, whatev– hey!” Yuta gasps when Donghyuck crowds him against the sink without any warning, lower back digging into it. “What the hell are you doing? Lee Donghyuck!”
Donghyuck sighs, “Just give me a moment, hyung.” and holds him steadfast by the waist. Yuta has come to expect the constant scenting, but like this, with nowhere to go-
“Stop moving around.” Donghyuck snarls, but he immediately whimpers as he rubs his face against his neck, his jaw, his shoulder. “Sorry. ‘M sorry. Didn’t mean it, hyung.”
Yuta lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, skin prickling at Donghyuck’s harsh tone. It’s true that alphas can command attention and demand obedience– that’s what makes them them. Donghyuck still has to grow into it and learn how to control himself, but if Yuta had any doubts about his presentation, well, that all went out the window.
“Get off me,” Yuta starts to say, clearing his throat when he hears himself. Has his voice always been so raspy? Has his throat always been this dry? “A-And I mean it.”
Donghyuck, thankfully, slips away. The guilt is written all over his face, and it’s not a good look on him.
“Don’t–” Yuta swallows. He pinches the bridge of his nose to calm down. Donghyuck still has his hands laced together, hanging his head. Yuta has to remind himself that he’s still a baby alpha, that he’s still learning. “Next time, ask before you do something like that again. Okay? I need my space sometimes, you know.”
“Okay…” Donghyuck whispers. Damn it, Yuta inwardly curses. Before he can think too hard about it, he reaches up to pat Donghyuck’s head; the younger leans into it, but he still looks uncertain. “I really am sorry, hyung. I dunno what came over me.”
Yuta has an idea. He files it away for later, though. It’s too early to say. “It’s fine, just– remember to ask. That’s all.”
“I’ll remember.” Donghyuck nods slightly, and that’s enough for them.
Okay, fine. The one good thing that’s come out of the whole bathroom incident is the fact that Donghyuck respected his wish. Bare minimum, maybe, but this is Donghyuck they’re talking about. He can’t go a day without having someone in his arms, so this is an improvement.
But the con in all of this is… hm…
“Hyung. Hyung,” The irritation in Donghyuck’s voice spikes up as he watches Mark and Yuta fool around. “Is it my turn yet?”
Mark’s laughter pierces through the dorm with a shriek, and Donghyuck stiffens up at the sound of it. “Oppa!” Mark shouts as Yuta pins him on the sofa, letting out croons and praises. “Oppa, stop!”
Yuta pouts. “But I love you, Markie. C’mere, lemme give you a big kiss!”
They share a few giggles, but they’re cut off with a low growl. Mark sits up straight, instincts making him focus, before he melts at the sight of– “Oh, Haechan-ah. How long have you been there?”
“Long enough." Donghyuck bares his teeth. “Yuta hyung, is it my turn yet?”
Mark looks confused as Yuta rolls off the couch. “Your turn for what?” He watches Yuta face Donghyuck with outstretched arms; a single nod has Donghyuck barreling into him with a squeal. Yuta almost gets knocked to the ground, but Mark was thankfully quick enough to catch both of them. “Hey, be careful!”
“No touching!” Donghyuck spits, glaring daggers at Mark. “Mine.”
“Uh…?” Mark throws Yuta a look; Yuta is largely unfazed even with the way Donghyuck is furiously scenting him. “Oppa, I think… that’s pre-rut.”
“How do you kno– hey!” Yuta shouts, hands flailing around. Donghyuck mumbles out an apology, licking over the teeth marks he left, but it just makes Yuta’s blush spread down to his neck. “I didn’t say anything about biting! No biting!”
Mark winces as he watches the borderline painful process of Yuta peeling Donghyuck off of him, complaining all the while. “Should I tell one of the managers?”
“Hah?” Yuta asks, rubbing at his neck. Donghyuck didn’t even bite down hard– it was more shocking than painful, really, but the makeup artists would kill him if he let Donghyuck do as he pleased. “It can’t be pre-rut. He just presented two weeks ago. ‘S too early.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s pre-rut,” Mark crosses his arms as he watches Donghyuck right himself before proceeding to tackle Yuta in a hug yet again. Yuta dodges at the last second, but he lets out a yell when Donghyuck grabs him by the shirt and pulls it toward himself. Poor Yuta. “I was like that with Jaehyunnie, too.”
“What?” Yuta asks before his face is smushed against Donghyuck’s chest. “Mmph–” He flails around. “Markie! Help!”
“No can do.” Mark shakes his head. He whips out his phone, furiously typing something. “I’ll call one of the managers. Just wait here.”
“Wait, what? Hey, where the hell are you going?” Yuta screeches, helplessly watching Mark make a dash for the kitchen with his phone to his ear. “Hey! I said help!”
“Hyung,” Yuta shivers, eyes squeezing shut. Donghyuck’s arms went to his shoulders, then down to his waist, squeezing it. Goosebumps break across his arms when Donghyuck starts panting into his ear. “Hyung, you smell so good.”
“What, because I smell like you?” Yuta grits out, legs starting to turn to jelly when he feels Donghyuck acquaint himself against his neck. It’s fucking routine at this point, but there’s something… different. Yuta knows it’s starting to become something different, and the alarm bells go off in his head.
“No.Not yet.” Donghyuck’s grunts start to take on more of a growl, and Yuta’s mouth almost drops open when he feels teeth graze his skin. Is his scent becoming heavier, or is he just so wrapped up in Donghyuck, Donghyuck, Donghyuck that nothing else seems to matter? “Mine.” Yuta whimpers when teeth tease at his neck again. Just a bit, but it's enough to make him tremble. “Gonna make you mi–”
“Stop!” Mark butts in, and Yuta is reminded of where he is. It feels like a rubber band was snapped against his skin, and he immediately struggles against Donghyuck’s grip. “Haechan-ah, knock it off.”
“Go away!” Donghyuck all but shouts, and it stops Mark in his tracks. Yuta hears Mark start to growl, and Donghyuck matches him beat for beat. “He’s mine!”
“Donghyuck– let go,” Yuta breathes out, fingers curling into Donghyuck’s wrist. “Let go. Please.”
For a moment, the air is heavy as Donghyuck doesn’t move. Then, slowly, he pries away from Yuta. He blindly shoots an arm out as he wobbles away, righting himself against the wall.
“I-I’m sorry,” He blubbers. His eyes have an uncanny clearness to them, like a cloudless sky after a storm. They bore into Yuta’s, and something in him twists as hard as the blade of a knife. “I’m so– I’m so sorry–”
When he runs, he trips over his own feet. Yuta almost rushes over to help but Mark stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. It’s the rut talking.” He says softly. Mark makes Yuta stay in place as Donghyuck rushes to his room and slams the door so hard that the frame shakes. Is it really just the rut talking? Yuta isn’t sure. “I already informed the managers. They’ll take care of it.”
“But will Donghyuck…” Yuta swallows. He hangs his head as he shrugs Mark off. “Will he be okay?”
“Of course,” Mark assures him with a few pats on the back. “Give him a week or two. The first rut’s always the hardest.”
Then shouldn’t I… Mark clicks his tongue as he puts on his shoes and leaves the dorm, oblivious to the way Yuta is staring at the closed door. Shouldn’t I help him?
Yuta flushes at the thought, nibbling on his thumb when the front door opens and Mark pops his head back in. “Hyung? The elevator’s waiting for us.”
“Huh? Oh!” Yuta stumbles, hurriedly pulling on his slippers. “Shit, sorry!”
Mark hums, giving Yuta a look that he doesn’t see as they both leave Donghyuck to his own devices.
So it turns out that Yuta can not wait for a week. He can’t even wait for a fucking day.
“What’re you doing here?” Johnny asks, turning the volume on the TV up. He seems a bit disgruntled. Maybe it’s the fact that he temporarily has to sleep on the couch. “Donghyuckie’s still in his rut, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“I know that,” Yuta snaps as he sets down a plastic bag full of snacks. Judging from the logo on the front, it’s from the convenience store across the dorms. “Don’t even think about stealing this. It’s for Donghyuck.”
“What? But the managers give him food anyway–” Johnny whines. “Come on, man. Not even a nibble?”
“Ugh, nevermind.” Yuta hauls the bag up and goes to the door to Johnny and Donghyuck’s room. He hesitates for a moment, then knocks. “Donghyuck? You there?” Everything is silent, save for the faint sounds coming from the television in the living room. “Okay, well… I got you some snacks. Honey butter chips, shrimp crackers, the usual. I’m leaving the bag beside the door, okay?” Yuta does so, giving it one final knock. “Get well soon.”
“Aww, how sweet,” Johnny snorts when he hears that last part, patting at the empty space on the couch. “Wanna watch something? Doyoung’s on a date with Taeyong right now so I’m using his account. Better hurry before they get home.”
“No thanks.” Yuta sighs, already walking to the front door. “I’m exhausted. All tuckered out, if you will.”
“Is that supposed to be code for ‘I’m gonna jerk off’?” Johnny wonders aloud, raising his arms to shield himself when Yuta grabs the closest thing he sets his eyes on: a broom. “It was a joke! Mercy, mercy!”
“I hope Donghyuck jerks off on your bed.” Yuta retorts, then immediately regrets it in his mind. He rather hopes that that doesn’t happen, but he can’t deny that it is inevitable. Johnny’s an omega – unmated, even – and Donghyuck is… well, he’s a newly-presented alpha. Of course there’s a very big chance that Donghyuck is gonna do it. Unless-
Yuta clenches his teeth, hoping to god that his warm cheeks are not as red. Horrible, horrible thoughts in the brain today.
Johnny seems oblivious to his internal predicament, thankfully, and sticks out a sock-clad foot towards him. “Now that’s a foul.” He blows a raspberry at Yuta, eyes still glued to the TV. “Knowing him, the only thing he’s gonna do on my bed is piss on it.”
“What, is it because you're into that?”
It takes a rolled up, stinky sock for Yuta to hiss and scamper away, Johnny’s laugh trailing behind him.
The thing about their dorms is that you never really know what to expect. Who’s gonna walk around the dorm in their birthday suit? Who’s the one that’s trying to kill that cockroach flying around? No one knows.
“Jesus Christ!” Yuta covers his eyes, making Doyoung and Taeyong jump away from each other. “Oh my fucking god– why in the goddamn living room! You literally have two bedrooms to choose from!”
“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” Doyoung shouts, shamelessly naked as the day he was born while Taeyong is yanking his sweatshorts back up. “You don’t live on this floor you know!”
“Well, you guys aren’t the only ones who live here, right?” Yuta sneers, already making a beeline for what has become Donghyuck’s room for now. He knocks as he sets the plastic bag down. “Donghyuck-ah, did you like the snacks yesterday? I bought some new ones for you to try.”
“Did you buy sweet potatoes?” Taeyong asks.
“It’s for Donghyuck,” Yuta huffs. “No stealing.”
Doyoung pipes up as he puts his shirt back on, “I’m personally gonna take that as a yes.”
“Can you two go get a room now?” Yuta glares at them. They’re half-dressed, but that doesn't necessarily make it any better. Doyoung isn’t even wearing pants. “Fucking hell– hurry up before you traumatize someone else.”
Doyoung and Taeyong share a look. Then, Taeyong speaks up. “Aren’t you gonna explain why you’re leaving courting gifts outside Donghyuck’s room?”
“What? They’re not courting gifts!” Yuta’s voice reaches an all-time high. “They’re just snacks! I buy snacks from time to time!”
“Then why does it smell like you?” Taeyong points an accusatory finger. “Did you rub your face against the chip bags and shit? Did you stuff your underwear in it? No– did you piss on them?”
“Why the hell would I do any of that?” Yuta practically shrieks. He’s red in the face. “Ugh, I’m not talking to either of you like this. I’m going!”
Yuta leaves as a whirlwind, the front door closing with a finalizing slam.
“Oh god, I thought it was just me who smelled it. He's been acting weird ever since Hyuckie started his rut.” Doyoung hums as Taeyong straddles him. “Are you gonna tell the hyungs?”
“Are we seriously gonna talk about Yuta even when your dick’s going up my ass?” Taeyong quips. Doyoung raises a hand, and Taeyong flails his arms. “Fine, fine! I’ll do it afterwards!”
“Good.” Doyoung smiles up at him. At the end of the day, he does love his alpha. “Now kiss me.”
“Come again!” The cashier at the convenience store bows as Yuta leaves. He twirls a stray lock of hair with a sigh, messing up his ponytail even more.
He makes the short trip back to the dorms, only removing his hair tie and shoving it deep within the bag of snacks when he’s in the elevator. It’s a little thing, maybe, but Yuta had his hair tied up ever since he woke up. It’s such a little thing, yet he already knows that it smells like him. That it – dare he even say it? – reeks of his scent. He slept with the hair tie on his pillow and everything, it has to smell like him.
So, no. No underwear stuffing or chip bag pissing is happening around these parts. Yuta can’t even believe that he’s thinking that. It’s all Taeyong’s fault.
“Yo!” Taeyong gives him a salute when Yuta opens the front door. Taeil and Johnny are with him, on the couch. Speak of the devil. “About time you showed up!”
“What the hell is this?” Yuta scoffs as he takes off his shoes in the entryway. “Taeil hyung, what are you doing here with these clowns?”
“We need to talk,” Taeil announces gravely. Johnny is stroking his hair and making googly eyes at him, but Taeil ignores it and waves a hand over. “Come on.”
“Yeah, just let me leave this in front of Donghyuck’s door,” Yuta tries to move past Taeyong, but the latter stands in his way. “Move, Yong.”
“Sorry, Yuyu.” Taeyong crosses his arms. “Hyung said you can’t.”
Now Taeyong may not look as muscular as some of the other members, but he does the job well enough– he manages to haul a protesting Yuta to stand in front of Taeil, a trial by fire.
“What’s this I’m hearing about leaving your scent in the snacks?” Taeil starts. Yuta makes a note to choke Doyoung out later. “You’re gonna be caught by one of the managers if this keeps up. You’ll get in trouble, you know.”
“I know,” Yuta’s cheeks are cherry red. “I’m just– trying to help?”
“Trying… to help.” Johnny repeats slowly. He tilts his head. “And how does that work, exactly?”
“I just, y’know, give him stuff!”
Taeyong adds, “That smells like you.”
Yuta tries to appeal to Taeil’s softer side, putting on the aegyo. “Isn’t it hard for alphas to go through rut by themselves?” He reasons, desperately grasping at straws. He doesn’t even have any idea where he’s going with this. “I thought that if he smelled me, it would make him feel less alone. Or something.”
Taeil and Johnny glance at each other, before Johnny gives Yuta an unreadable expression on his face. Yuta doesn’t like the look of it. “You know, if you wanted to… help–” He clicks his tongue as if trying to test the weight of his words. “You can always talk to him about it, y’know?”
Yuta bristles. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yuyu, please–” Taeyong mutters, rubbing his temples. “Just be honest.”
“Communication is important, Yuta. Look at Jaehyun and Mark,” Taeil points out. “They’re doing really well together. Maybe you should tell the truth to Hyuck-ah.”
“Well, I’m not like those two.” Yuta huffs. Johnny groans and throws himself over Taeil in exasperation.
“He’s a goner.” Johnny shakes his head.
“Hey Yuyu, listen,” Taeil leans back into the sofa, stroking Johnny’s hair. “You’re acting like you want nothing to do with Hyuck, but why are you really here?”
Yuta purses his lips and remains silent. Taeyong coughs. “Do you really want to help him? Because you’ve been… you keep putting on this front and acting like you don’t.”
Fuck. Yuta's shoulders sag. “Of course I want to, but..”
Johnny cuts in at that exact moment. “No buts.” He pats his ass with a hand. “Except mine.”
“Well,” Yuta feels his ears heating up. The thought of wanting to help Donghyuck through is rut is way different from… well, actually helping him. “What if I just–”
“No. No excuses, and no more pretending,” Taeil sighs, standing up and patting Yuta on the shoulder. He nods to Taeyong. “Do it.”
Yuta doesn’t get it, not yet at least. But Taeyong guides him away and seems to– he drags him away to… Donghyuck’s room?
“Oh no, you don’t, you fucker.” Yuta tries to plant his feet on the floor, but Johnny takes it as his cue to help Taeyong. Yuta feels himself being lifted off the floor, and so he kicks his feet in the air. “I don’t think this is a good idea!”
“You’ll be fineee,” Johnny drawls, pulling Yuta along. They get close enough for Johnny to knock on the door. “Yoohoo! One bag of snacks and a bussy for Lee Donghyuck!”
Yuta feels like a sacrificial lamb, honestly. He struggles as Johnny starts to fucking bang on the door with his fist, but no dice. Yuta hurriedly whispers in Taeyong’s ear. “What if I get eaten alive?”
“Oh trust me, he would’ve done it a long time ago.” Taeyong snickers, patting Yuta’s head. “You’ll be alright. He likes you a lot, so I’m sure he won’t do it right away.”
“Literally doesn’t make it any better.”
The door unlocks with a click so deceptively loud that it rattles Yuta’s bones, but it doesn’t do anything else. Taeil thinks it’s a good sign anyhow, already twisting the doorknob and pushing it open.
A hand adorned with a hair tie suddenly shoots out from inside the room, curling against the door and keeping it in place; the yelp Yuta lets out will haunt him in his nightmares. It seems to be dimly lit, and Donghyuck’s scent is so strong that Yuta’s knees almost give out.
“Good luck,” Taeyong says, giving Yuta one final shove. Johnny lets go to retreat by Taeil’s side. “We’ll be back later with dinner.”
There’s a snarl, low and dangerous, coming from the other side of the door that makes Yuta gasp. Someone laughs under their breath as footsteps fade away. “Try not to get eaten alive.”
“Hyung.” Donghyuck’s voice is raspy and deep, scratching at Yuta’s skin. “Yuta hyung– ‘s that you?”
“H-Hi,” Yuta shudders when the door opens and reveals a shirtless Donghyuck, hair messy and falling into his eyes. There’s a hand covering his crotch, sweatpants already starting to slide off. “It’s– yeah, it’s me.”
Donghyuck’s nostrils flare, taking all of Yuta’s scent in. He starts to sound uncertain, like he doesn’t know if he should be talking to Yuta, like this. “You wanna come… inside?”
Yuta stands rigidly straight, neck hot to the touch as he scratches it. “Can I?” He mumbles. “Is it okay with you?”
There's a second of hesitation before Donghyuck slowly nods, opening the door wide enough for Yuta to step inside. It’s… cleaner than he imagined it to be. Johnny’s side of the room is untouched, and the finished snacks are placed in one of the plastic bags and wrapped up tightly; the rest is on Donghyuck’s desk, easy to grab and tear open if needed. It’s Donghyuck’s bed that’s all messy, as if a tornado had made itself very comfortable on it– it had been turned into a poorly made nest, and Yuta wonders how the hell Donghyuck manages to sleep in it.
“Sorry.” Donghyuck grunts, wobbling on his own feet. Yuta takes the initiative to try and steady him but Donghyuck flinches out of the way. He adds. “Don’t touch.” A pause, then– “Why are you really here, hyung?”
“Why not?” Yuta sets down the new bag of snacks. “Is something wrong?”
Donghyuck runs a hand through his hair, revealing his dark and hooded eyes. He must be lucid enough, though, because he whispers, “Don’t wanna hurt you.” He clutches at his face, turning away from Yuta as if everything is too painful. “Scent is– it’s too much for me.” He whimpers as he tries to go back to his bed, but his trembling proves to be an obstacle. He must be holding himself back as much as he can. “Hyung, please go, before I-”
“But I want to help you,” Yuta responds, blood starting to race when Donghyuck whirls around to stare at him. “I do.” His mouth is dry, and so he has to lick his lips. Donghyuck tracks the movement, mesmerized. Yuta prepares to take a leap of faith– into a fucking fire pit. “I want you, Hyuckie-ah.” He takes a few steps forward, until he’s just within arms reach. Donghyuck’s hands ball into white-knuckled fists, like he just needs to touch Yuta but knows he has to resist it. He gives the hair tie on Donghyuck’s wrist a glance. “And I know you want me too. Did you like my gifts?”
Donghyuck’s breath starts to get heavier, eyes clouding over with thoughts of knotbreedmate. He nods, adam's apple rumbling with a weak growl. Yuta takes that leap with a whisper. “I want you, alpha.”
There’s a flash of movement before Donghyuck is sweeping Yuta in a frenzied kiss, hands drawing him in by the waist more and more until they both land in a heap on Donghyuck’s bed. Yuta opens his mouth, lets Donghyuck in with a moan as he feels hands squeeze around his hips and haul him up with sheer strength alone. “Hah…”
“Want you,” Donghyuck shivers with delight, breaking the kiss to gnaw on Yuta’s neck. He grinds against Yuta’s knee. “Want you, want you, I want you, hyung–”
Yuta grabs him by the hair and forces him away. “Pull yourself together,” He chuckles when Donghyuck melts in his arms with a whine. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Can I– in my mouth?” Donghyuck asks, hands already dancing along the waistband of Yuta’s joggers. “Hyung?”
Yuta’s face goes pink at the offer, but he gently pushes Donghyuck’s hands aside. “I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.” He slides off the bed and sinks onto his knees, coaxing Donghyuck to sit at the edge and feet planted on the floor. “I’m the one helping, remember?”
“I know, but I… I wanna help, too…” Donghyuck garbles out when Yuta twists his hands on his boxers and practically tears at it. He lifts his hips just enough to tug them down and let it bunch around his thighs, clumsily crashing back onto the bed. “I wanna help you too.”
“You can do that later,” Yuta licks his lips when Donghyuck’s cock springs out, big and leaking and heavy; there’s even a hint of a knot already forming. “Just let me do this for you, okay?” He wraps a hand around Donghyuck’s cock, mouth hovering above the tip. “Let me, alpha.”
And with that, Yuta sinks down, and down, and down some more and makes Donghyuck choke on air. Fingers forcefully grab at his hair, but it only makes him mewl. He sucks as much as he can fit in, fondling Donghyuck’s balls. “Oh my god, hyung,” Donghyuck whispers with awe, trying to thrust up into Yuta’s mouth. He hums, worshipping Donghyuck with his mouth. “Is it okay? It doesn’t hurt?”
Yuta watches him, takes in every single expression and noise, with fluttery lashes, eagerly swallowing around his cock. Donghyuck ends up spreading his legs more with a shaky moan, pushing Yuta’s head down even further. Yuta doesn’t complain. Rather, he bobs his head, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of precum on his tongue. “Hyung, I’m gonna cum,” Donghyuck warns, out of the blue, cursing under his breath. Yuta’s lips quirk up with amusement. “If you don’t stop, I’m really–”
Please, Yuta’s eyes, wide and teary, practically ask, In my mouth, please.
Donghyuck’s hands twist in Yuta’s hair, forcing him down as deep as he can go with a gnash of teeth. Yuta groans, nuzzling into the thick hairs at the base of Donghyuck’s cock, overwhelmed with the musky scent. He feels the cum shooting into his mouth before he tastes it: salty, bitter, sweet; a mix of all three in the best way possible, and Yuta finds himself wanting more. He devours it all– with audible slurping sounds, on purpose – and pulls off. He even licks Donghyuck’s cock clean, not wanting to waste even a single drop.
“Hyung,” Donghyuck pants, hands still in Yuta’s hair. “Hyung, fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Yuta asks with a purr. Even after cumming, Donghyuck’s cock is still hard. So baby alphas have no refractory period yet. Noted. “Tired already?”
“N-No,” Donghyuck stutters, having the audacity to look sheepish. He looks away as Yuta strips himself off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor and puddle around him. “It’s just… I thought you wouldn’t wanna help me, hyung.”
Yuta feels guilt in the back of his mind. Yeah, that one’s on me. He clears his throat, trying to will the thought of having The Talk™ with Donghyuck away. Instead, he changes the subject, for now. “Get the lube in the bag,” He gestures towards the convenience store plastic bags. “Any of them. I have extra in the new one if you already ran out.”
“Wait, so we’re really– okay,” Donghyuck scrambles off the bed, going through the bag and tossing out snacks. “Wait, what about… what about condoms?”
“I didn’t buy them since I thought we’re both clean,” Yuta shrugs. “I mean… you are clean, right?”
“Of course!” Donghyuck whines, frowning lightly while he rummages through the plastic bag. Yuta almost coos. Even during rut, he’s still Donghyuck; Yuta knows that it won’t last for long, though. He’ll be swept up in his instincts no matter how many times he cums– at least, until he knots something. Or someone. “I just thought that you might want me to wear one, hyung. Just in case.”
“Well, I’m telling you now that you won’t need to.” Yuta slithers onto Donghyuck’s bed, leaning back into the mountain of clothes with a smirk. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to feel your knot if you wore one. That’d be a shame.”
“You’re so–” Donghyuck lets out a laugh of disbelief. “Are you trying to kill me, hyung?”
Yuta shrugs. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” He checks his nails, making sure that none of the nail polish has been chipped off so far. “Did you get the lube?”
“Right here,” Donghyuck tosses it from one hand to another. He holds it out to Yuta. “Are you going to do it or…”
Yuta pretends to be deep in thought, before shooting Donghyuck a bright smile. A little too bright. “Why don’t you do it?” He spreads his legs. “An eye for an eye.”
“But hyung!” Donghyuck whines as he clambers on to the bed. He pouts and huffs, but he slides himself between Yuta’s thighs anyway. “You’re supposed to be taking care of me! It’s my rut!”
“That won’t work on me.” Yuta pulls Donghyuck closer to him until they’re almost chest to chest. He gives Donghyuck a quick peck on the lips. “Hurry up and prep me, I don’t have all day.”
Yuta can’t deny the anticipation swirling in his stomach as he watches Donghyuck lube up his fingers. He can’t tear his eyes away when said fingers ghost along his rim. “You gotta tell me if it hurts, ‘kay?” Donghyuck softly requests. He pushes one inside, slow and steady.
“Is… Is that all?” Yuta’s chuckles sound more strained than he intended it to be. “I can barely feel anything,” And it’s kind of true. Donghyuck is being so careful and so gentle, glancing up at Yuta every few seconds to make sure that he’s alright. “Add another already.”
“You should be thanking me for being nice,” Donghyuck grumbles, wiggling in another finger. Yuta tenses, for a moment, before he lets everything go with a sigh. “Like, ‘thank you, Hyuckie baby, for being an angel’. Like that.”
“Being nice is the bare–” Yuta lets out a quiet moan before trying to disguise it with a cough. It doesn’t work, if Donghyuck’s wide eyes are any sign. “The bare minimum, brat.”
“Hyung, do that again.” Donghyuck whispers, leaving kisses along one of Yuta’s legs; the strangled whine that escapes Yuta just spurs him on, leading him towards the inner thigh. Donghyuck crooks his fingers, insistently searching for the one spot he knows would get Yuta to listen. “Please?”
When Yuta shakes his head, Donghyuck decides to take another approach: suddenly adding in the last finger and pushing all three right into Yuta’s prostate, making him reach out blindly and claw at his shoulder. Donghyuck doesn’t let up. How typical of him, to pounce and take advantage of someone’s weakness the moment he finds one. “You little…” Yuta chokes. “Fuck, you little shit.”
“Yuta hyung,” Donghyuck keens, licking at Yuta’s cock. Fingers dance along the butterfly tattoo on his hip, tracing hearts over it. “Does it feel good now? You gonna cum for me, all over my face?”
And Yuta almost nods– he, swear to fucking god, almost says yes and almost begs for alpha, no, not yet, please. But Donghyuck is looking up at him like the cat who finally caught the mouse, like he’s about to get what he wants and… well, Yuta can’t give it to him that easily. He won’t allow it.
“Hyuck, stop.” He orders, trying to push Donghyuck away; the latter is stubborn though, as he usually is, and tries to engulf Yuta’s cock with his mouth. “Ah– I said stop!”
It takes a (rather weak) kick to Donghyuck’s leg for him to yelp and push away, rubbing at his knee. “S-Sorry.” He looks away, chewing on one of his lips.
“Just–” Yuta runs a hand down his face. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t blame Donghyuck. Not completely, anyway. It’s hard enough for alphas in general to keep their head out of the clouds during rut. What more for an inexperienced, wild one like Donghyuck? “Just take your fingers out. I don’t need any more prep.”
Donghyuck doesn’t give him a hard time about the kick. He doesn’t say anything at all, actually. Doesn’t even try to look at him– he just takes the lube and drizzles it on his cock, giving it a couple of strokes. The silence is something Yuta isn’t used to, especially when it comes to Donghyuck, it seems. “Hey. C’mere,” Yuta softly says, sitting up and curling an arm around Donghyuck’s neck and pulling him close; Yuta surprises them both by leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips. “I’m sorry too, okay? No more kicking, I promise.”
That makes Donghyuck light up, chasing after Yuta and sneaking in another kiss. “How should I… How should we…” He mutters to himself, frowning and trying to make words and make sense through the haze of his rut. He snaps at the air, unknowingly pumping out his scent and making Yuta clench around nothing. He settles with, “On back? Lap? All fours?”
Yuta’s cheeks flare up anew. “Oh, uh, wait–” He makes them awkwardly scoot down the bed a bit, before laying flat on his back. It’s easy for Donghyuck to loom over him, eyes sparkling yet dark at the same time. “Like this.”
The bed creaks under Donghyuck’s added weight as he leaves butterfly kisses down Yuta’s body, stopping at the feather tattoo on the other side of his waist. “Tell me if it hurts.” He grunts, sitting back on his heels. He lubes himself up again, for good measure.
“Just do it–” Yuta throws an arm across his face, clenching his teeth in anticipation when Donghyuck starts to push his cock in. “Ah, shit…” He lets out a breathy keen. Donghyuck is taking his time, slow inch by slow inch, but Yuta’s already starting to feel full. He pulls away his arm and looks down. “How much– ngh, is it all in yet?”
“A-Almost,” Donghyuck kisses his way back up. He already looks so far gone, eyes as if they’re looking through Yuta instead of right at him. His face scrunches up in pleasure, drool even teasing the corner of his mouth when his hips are flush against Yuta’s ass. “It’s in.”
“Okay. Good.” Yuta closes his eyes for a moment and loses himself in the feeling. “Okay, just– give me a moment to adjust.” Donghyuck lets out a puff of air through his nose, head hanging low as he tries his absolute best to be patient, but it doesn’t last long. He squirms, and Yuta gasps at the sudden shift. “Hyuck.”
“I’m sorry, ” Donghyuck’s voice is as rough as sandpaper, leaving scratches down Yuta’s skin and turning it raw. “I’m trying really hard, but I just–” He bunches up the sheets with his hands, taking deep breaths. “Really hard to listen. To think.”
“I know, I know,” Yuta croaks, petting Donghyuck’s nape. He feels himself start to burn up in the most delicious and torturous way possible. “Go on and fuck me then.”
Yuta has to give Donghyuck some credit; even though his pheromones are going haywire, so much that Yuta’s sure that his scent is replacing much-needed oxygen, Donghyuck is being relatively slow, still being careful, still trying to hold back. When he thrusts back inside, the both of them moan at the same time.
“Tight.” Donghyuck bites down on his lip hard enough that the skin turns white. “Wet.”
“Like an omega, right?” Yuta asks sweetly, even though he looks so debauched already. Donghyuck’s nostrils flare. Maybe it’s the rut and the pheromones that’s wearing his inhibitions down, that makes Yuta bold. Bold enough to add: “But I’m much better, don’t you think?”
Donghyuck growls, eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight before him. He must be liking what he’s seeing, because he sucks at a nipple when he draws back, snapping his forward so hard that their skin meets with a borderline painful slap.
“Fuck!” Yuta's jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into his head as he clutches onto Donghyuck in a feeble attempt to keep himself tethered to the ground.
“More,” Donghyuck whispers, mouthing at Yuta’s collarbone. He whimpers when he feels nails dig into his back, and so punctuates his demand with a harsh thrust. “Louder.”
"Ow, you piece of–" Yuta spits. He punches Donghyuck on the arm, eyes squeezing shut when the next thrust pushes him up the bed.
"Sorry," Donghyuck pants, hiding his face in Yuta's neck as he tries to control himself. "I-I'm sorry… hyung."
Yuta grits his teeth, arms wrapping themselves around Donghyuck’s neck and holding on for dear life as Donghyuck starts to pound into him – to really give it to him – without any of the remorse his voice tried to show. Yuta can feel himself being pulled taut, being stretched open just enough for Donghyuck to fuck the shape of his cock into him, branding Yuta as his from the inside.
It’s like Yuta’s holding onto a live wire. He’s burning, burning, and burning with electricity.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, uhn– right there…” Yuta mewls, vibrating out of his skin when Donghyuck grinds into that spot and turns all of Yuta’s thoughts into static. He circles Donghyuck’s waist with his legs and locks him in. “Hyuck-ah– alpha, right there!”
Donghyuck snarls, folding himself over Yuta and jackhammering into him. The headboard bangs against the wall repeatedly, and the only reason why Yuta isn’t flying up to hit it is because of Donghyuck’s steel-like grip on him.
“Not hurting?” Donghyuck asks, voice so low that it makes Yuta preen. He runs a hand down Yuta’s body, seemingly admiring and tracing the faint lines of his abs, before lifting his hips up in the air.
“No… No, it’s okay,” Yuta whimpers under his breath, feeling the wind get knocked out of him in the form of a wheeze when Donghyuck presses down on his stomach the same time he thrusts into him. Yuta looks down in alarm. “What the fuck–?”
“I can feel it, hyung, I can feel it.” Donghyuck sobs, thighs shaking as he fucks in and out, in and out. Yuta claws at his back, catching on a loud wail when Donghyuck presses down harder, and Yuta would’ve fallen back down on the bed if it weren’t for Donghyuck; he may not be as lean as Yuta or as muscular as Johnny, but his rut-induced alpha strength is more than enough to compensate. “I can feel it here… here, h-hyung.”
Donghyuck grabs one of Yuta’s hands and places it on his core, making his point by shoving himself into Yuta. “Oh my god,” Yuta's voice is watery, entranced when Donghyuck does it again. It’s just barely there, but when Donghyuck fucks into him, he arches his back. “Oh my god, Hyuck!”
“Can I knot?” Donghyuck pleads, his own cries and desperation wracking his body. “Please, please, hyung. I’m gonna… I’m so close b-but I need to knot and it hurts and–”
“Do it.” Yuta hisses. He pulls Donghyuck’s face away from him, far enough so that he can see his tears. So that he can witness Donghyuck’s mouth open, canines instinctively poised to bite at nothing but air. “Knot me, Hyuckie. I can take it, you know I can–” Yuta bites his lip to stop his chuckle when Donghyuck gasps wetly at his words. It’s just so fun to watch Donghyuck being all worked up from some teasing, for once. “Claim me, alpha. Wanna be yours, please, I want it.”
“Can do that–” Donghyuck nods enthusiastically, even letting out a few excited yips. As if in a trance, he slows to a crawl and sets Yuta’s hips back on the bed, using a hand to align his knot against Yuta’s hole. They both hold their breaths, and Donghyuck is the first one to falter when Yuta sucks him in willingly, wholly. “O-Oh...”
Salty diamonds drip down Yuta’s temples as he tries to take everything he’s given– to take it all with simpering, kiss-swollen lips and a ‘told you so’. He places his hands against Donghyuck’s chest, tweaking at the nipples to make the knot swell more, before sliding down to his stomach and pressing into his core.
“More.” Yuta pouts when Donghyuck hesitates. “C’mon, don’t stop. Please?”
“But I don’t want to– hurt you,” Donghyuck ends up baring his teeth out of desperation, with the need to sink his canines into someone’s skin. If Yuta wasn’t holding Donghyuck’s head up, he could just… lean down and bite. But even with that, it wouldn’t take much effort at all for Donghyuck to slap Yuta’s hand away. To take what he wants. “I’m trying to hold back, h-hyung.”
“I already told you that I can take it.” Yuta snarls in Donghyuck’s face, spittle flying. A thought runs through Yuta’s mind, then, and he takes it. He takes the match and lights it, and holds it up to the powder keg in front of him. “If you’re not going to knot me, then I guess I’ll just ask one of the other alphas. Is that what you want?”
Watching the way Donghyuck’s face shifts is both wonderful and terrifying to witness. Yuta feels adrenaline race through his veins, throat already half choking on a moan when Donghyuck folds himself over him, mouth just a hair’s breadth away from his ear. “Mine. You’re mine.” He repeats, pinning Yuta down to stop him from trying to squirm away. “You can’t– No. You’re mine.”
That’s all Donghyuck says as he forces his knot inside. Mineminemine. It’s all Yuta can think about, clawing at Donghyuck’s shoulders when he feels how much he’s being split open. Open, and ripe for the taking. “Yours, ‘M yours, just–” He whimpers when he feels a tongue lick along the shell of his ears, trying to coax the words out of him. “Just please!”
Donghyuck purrs, burrowing his knot deep inside and staying still. Yuta swears he feels it throb once, before Donghyuck wiggles his hips and nestles his cock as deep as he can go. It throbs another time – “Hyuck, just k-knot me already…” – before he cums inside with a muffled whine.
Yuta gasps, snaking a hand between them to press on his own stomach. He can feel all of it: Donghyuck’s cum shooting inside, gathering just below the knot because there’s just so much, and said knot nudging against his walls to make sure none of it spills out. “I-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” He slurs out, clinging onto Donghyuck as much as he can. “O-Oh god.”
He’s being pumped full of cum, and the thought of it… the thought of being knocked up is enough to make him dizzy with want. Yuta knows it’s Donghyuck’s pheromones that are making him think like this and making him throw out any shred of rationality, but he wants it I want it I want–
When Yuta turns to face Donghyuck, the younger is tightly biting onto the sheets, stretching it out and tearing it apart. They make eye contact and Donghyuck seems to understand what’s going on, because he meets Yuta’s hand on his stomach and intertwines their fingers. Because he lets go of the sheets and settles on Yuta’s cheek, dragging his lips down to briefly kiss over the artery before ghosting near the junction between the base of the neck and the shoulder.
Donghyuck bites down, and he still must be holding back, because he doesn't draw blood at all– it probably won't even leave a mark, but it's enough for Yuta to cum against his own stomach, cock twitching helplessly. "Hold me." Yuta babbles through his messy and borderline painful orgasm, keeping Donghyuck still and inside with his legs. He feels frayed at the seams, overstimulated and overwhelmed. "Please, just– just hold me–"
Donghyuck does so wordlessly, hugging Yuta close to his chest and letting him ride it out. Something deep and guttural rumbles in the back of his throat whenever Yuta thrashes a bit too much and jostles his knot, but he doesn't do anything else until Yuta calms down with heavy pants and melts into the bed. Against him.
"Okay?" Donghyuck asks when Yuta stops squirming, licking over the little bite mark. It'll heal in a couple of hours, maybe– if Donghyuck doesn't keep biting on that spot, at least. "Good?"
"Yeah, I'm fine…" Yuta mumbles, hole fluttering around Donghyuck's cock. He works his muscles to test out if– "Oh, sorry," He breathes out a snicker when Donghyuck mewls. "Uhm… h-how long much longer are we gonna stay like this?"
"I dunno. An hour?" Donghyuck shrugs halfheartedly, sighing as he cuddles Yuta to his heart's content. With his rut satiated once again, his vocabulary is back to normal. For now. "Let's just stay like this."
"Ha! Fucking liar." Yuta retorts, weakly smacking Donghyuck. "First-time knots last for ten minutes at most. Mark told me so."
"Are you seriously gonna mention other alphas right now?" Donghyuck seethes, tightening his hold on Yuta. He can't get away even if he tried, but Yuta giggles shyly nonetheless.
"Right, possessive alpha mode." Yuta pats Donghyuck's head, and he seems to settle down. Cute. "Sorry."
"Mm." Donghyuck hums, pecking the corner of Yuta's mouth. He smiles when Yuta turns his head to kiss him properly, briefly; when Yuta pulls away, he's met with Donghyuck's gaze: lucid, serious, unsure. "Hyung?"
“H-Hm?" Yuta already has a feeling as to where this conversation’s gonna go.
"Is this a one-time thing?"
Yuta laughs nervously. “Oh, uh…” He looks down to where they’re still connected. “You wanna do this now? I mean, don’t you think we should do it when you pull out? Or hell, maybe it would be better if we take a break and eat some snacks first. I got you some–”
“Hyung, please.” Donghyuck’s voice is quiet, but Yuta swallows his words; when he meets his gaze, he can feel himself flush. Donghyuck is capable of being sincere and vulnerable when he needs to be, sure, but like this… “I’m serious. I need to know.”
“I–” Yuta wets his lips. Donghyuck watches it happen, eyes shining and glassy. Yuta immediately reaches up to caress his cheek, and Donghyuck nuzzles into it. “I hope not.” He admits with his heart in his throat, looking away. He lets out a cough. “I don’t want it to be, uh… just a one-time thing.”
Relief seeps into every pore in Donghyuck’s face, and he collapses on top of Yuta. He doesn’t even care about getting Yuta’s cum on him– that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Now Donghyuck can kind of smell like him, for a change. “Okay.” He whispers, letting Yuta hug him. “Okay, good. Me too.”
“I thought the whole hair tie thing was a sign.” Yuta comments, letting Donghyuck snuggle into his neck.
Donghyuck’s voice is so deep that it’s dabbling on vocal fry. “Just wanted to make sure.”
They stay like that for what feels like hours, for years, and it’s Donghyuck that pulls away with a grimace. “I’ll take it out now,” He mumbles, shifting on his knees. “Feels weird.”
“Yeah, you go do that.” Yuta grunts, taking a deep breath as Donghyuck slowly draws his cock out. His knot has gone down, for the most part, but not completely. Not until his rut passes. “Do you have any water?”
“I got a stash of bottles under the bed. Doyoung hyung left me some the other day.” Yuta sits up, and he makes a move to get out of the bed, but Donghyuck stops him. “Wait! Hyung, can you…” Donghyuck chews on his lip, looking embarrassed. “I’ll get it for you, just stay there.”
“I can get it myself though?” Yuta watches Donghyuck crawl to the side of the bed, ass in the air and everything– and not in the sexy way. “I swear that I can still move.”
“It’s not that,” Donghyuck huffs as he throws a bottle of water on the bed for Yuta to take; it’s room temperature, but water is water. He unscrews the cap and takes a few sips. Donghyuck actually looks a bit ashamed, and Yuta is going to find out why in just a few seconds. “If you move, then the cum will leak out and… yeah. Don’t really want that.”
Yuta almost chokes on his water, shooting Donghyuck a look. “You know that it’s not going to take, right?” He feels a bit self-conscious, but he does his best to hide it. “I’m not an omega, in case you forgot.”
“I know that!” Donghyuck whines as he slides to take the bottle of water, kissing Yuta’s cheek on the way. “It’s just… rut. Makes me wanna– you know.” He murmurs, eyes appreciatively ogling Yuta’s body as he drinks a bit. He puts the bottle back down, for later. “Kinda makes me wanna see what you’d look like when you're full of my cum. With pups. I don't know.”
“Oh yeah?” Yuta smirks, cocking his head. “Guess you gotta knot me again or something.”
Donghyuck gulps, eyes regarding him carefully. “You really shouldn’t say stuff like that, hyung.”
Yuta leans back, folding one of his legs. “Oops,” He shrugs, working his muscles to push out some of the cum. “Oh, what a waste.”
He watches gleefully as Donghyuck clenches his jaw, moving towards him as if he were a predator surveying prey. “You–” He shakes his head a bit. “You're doing that on purpose.”
Yuta rolls his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He grins when Donghyuck reaches him, glowering at him. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
All Yuta does is let out a bark of laughter when he's roughly flipped him over– which turns into a moan when Donghyuck wraps a hand around his nape, then fucks into him completely with one thrust. "Oh, you opened up so well," Donghyuck murmurs, sighing contentedly. With relief. "I was scared that you were gonna break so soon."
His words make Yuta shiver, burying his face in one of the shirts thrown around in the nest to muffle his chants of Donghyuck-ah, alpha, more.
Everyone sees Yuta two days later, suspiciously bundled up. His neck is covered in huge bandages, too.
“Heyyy~” Jaehyun slides into the chair beside him. Yuta just grunts, rolling up one of the sweater sleeves so that it doesn’t fall into the chicken soup. “So… how was everything? Johnny told me what happened.”
“Fine.” Yuta shrugs. He takes his time chewing his food, unfazed even when Jaehyun is expectantly watching him. “It was whatever.”
“Hey, oppa!” Mark sings as he sits down across Yuta. “Yo, isn’t that Haechannie’s jacket?” He gets shushed by Jungwoo and dragged out of his seat by Johnny. “Hey! What the hell, man?”
“You idiot, Hyuckie’s coming in a bit.” Johnny snarls. “You really wanna start a fight right now?”
“His rut ended anyway, I don’t see what the big deal is.” Mark purses his lips as he takes his seat beside Jaehyun instead. He slaps a hand on Jaehyun’s knee. “Haechannie’s not going after you anymore, right?”
“You should be thanking me for that,” Yuta declares through a mouthful of rice. “I was a martyr for you guys.”
“Oh please, you liked it. We smelled you guys from a mile away, hyung.” Jaehyun scoffs, dimples revealing themselves. Mark pokes one of them with an endeared smile. He leans in to whisper in Yuta’s ear. “And between you and me? It was kinda hot. I swear, it almost felt like Mark was in rut too.”
Yuta whirls around to stare at him, heat rising to his cheeks. “W-What?”
Jaehyun pulls away to smile sweetly at him. “You really gotta tell your alpha to keep his scent in check next time, hyung.” He pokes Yuta in the chest. “He’s only getting off easy since it was his first rut.”
“Are you guys talking about me?” All conversation gets hushed when Donghyuck struts into the kitchen, proudly displaying the love bites peppered all around his neck. Taeil scoffs, shaking his head. When he sits down across Yuta, he grins. “Hey, babe.”
“I don’t think I gave you permission to call me that,” Yuta hisses. It doesn’t stop the rest from letting out their ‘OOOOOH MY GOD HE CALLED YUTA BABE’ comments and a couple of wolf whistles. Yuta glares at Donghyuck through the cheers, then leans in. He dodges Donghyuck’s attempt to kiss him by threateningly holding a spoon to his face. “I told you–” He takes a deep breath in, then lowers his voice. “Not when the others are around.”
Donghyuck has the decency to look flustered, nodding silently. Yuta smiles into his food, ducking his head low so that no one else can see– Donghyuck catches it at the last second, because of course he does, and he plays with Yuta’s foot under the table.
And that’s enough for them.