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Soobin loves love. He doesn’t have a list of things he loves, but in situations like this, where he is surrounded by love, the alpha can’t help but to be thankful for them.
The alpha places both hands on top of the person in front of him and lets himself be dragged to a place he thought he would never be.
Soobin loves being woken up by someone as beautiful as the omega on top of him, with the brightest and prettiest smile on his face as his skin touches his own without any layers, the warmth of it reminding him more of a home than the bed underneath them. He loves the way the omega’s skin turns sweaty and how his plump lips can’t stop his sweet moans. The alpha loves having someone like Yeonjun at his mercy as he explores and worships his body with his calloused hands and rough mouth. Soobin loves the way the omega’s scent bursts sweeter with a hint of spice whenever he reaches an orgasm, his body going languid as he lets Soobin take more of him, the alpha’s lips glued to his scent gland when he climaxes and everything turns fuzzy.
However, Soobin treasures even more when both of them are in the comfort of the cloudy haze after sex. When Yeonjun gets clingy and his hands roam his broad back, nails delicately drag down through his spine until they reach the base of his back. He loves whenever the omega starts kissing him senseless yet soft, both pairs of lips just dancing around to remind themselves where they are. Depending on which position they end up with, Soobin loves engulfing the omega’s frame and for a second he forgets they are far from being lovers.
“You’ll be late,” the alpha says between kisses, his hands on Yeonjun’s waist, but he doesn’t budge and deepens the kiss, plump lips devouring his as if the omega’s life depends on it. “Hyung, you’ll be late.” The latter grunts, moving his head until it’s resting on Soobin’s left shoulder.
“You make it weird whenever you call me with honorifics in bed.” Yeonjun squirms on his touch as the alpha helps him get up from his lap, with shaky hands the omega sighs when Soobin leaves his body and pouts. “I wish I could stay all day in bed with you.”
And that’s when Soobin’s heart breaks every single time.
Perhaps Yeonjun doesn’t notice, or he doesn’t want to, but things he says and does confuse Soobin so much.
They met exactly five months ago in an awards ceremony after party. Soobin and his band had been trying to make it to the big award shows because despite their music being categorized as indie, they wanted the world to know them. Sure, their music is categorized as a niche genre, but what’s wrong with wanting more with that said genre?
Months before that ceremony, luck knocked on their doors and suddenly their music became quite popular among young people and they were invited to an after party. Of course his bandmates were thrilled with the invitation, yet the alpha had never been the type of going to parties. Now that he thinks about it, Soobin is glad he went.
The room was filled with sweaty people and a kind of repulsive mix of so many scents his poor nose didn’t want to recognize anymore, except for the peach one. It was sweet, but not too much, just perfect to balance his own. His alpha got a bit too insistent on finding the owner of that scent, but who was he fooling? Soobin didn’t like to engage in casual sex. Despite his onstage persona, he was very romantically oriented. His band mates tended to tease him because of that duality. The alpha people liked to perceive was a fuckboy who had sex as if his life depended on it. Although he never acknowledged it nor denied it, Soobin just let it be. It didn’t harm anyone.
The alpha slid between two bodies to let himself breathe, trying to avoid making eye contact with someone that might cause him to pretend he actually was an extrovert. Nonetheless, what Soobin wasn’t expecting was to find the owner of a certain scent his alpha was so desperate to find.
He knew the Choi Yeonjun, of course he did. Soobin had an embarrassing crush on him since he found out of his existence, when the omega was making a name for himself and Soobin was still in high school with a freshly pierced ear despite his mother’s insistence on not doing it. And yet Yeonjun was there, with his rosy and plump lips around the straw, head tilted with his eyes focused on the person in front of him. His body was leaning to the front, both elbows on top of the counter bar, letting his shirt ride up, showing a sliver of skin. His presence was as attracting as intimidating, as though his mere existence evocated something so intense no one was always to resist it. Like a modern siren singing.
If he thinks about it, Soobin doesn’t quite recall what exactly happened, he wasn’t that drunk, but soon they were stumbling into the alpha’s apartment, Yeonjun all over him. Soobin was intoxicated with the omega’s taste, his hands roaming the other’s body as if he knew it was an opportunity in a million. Then, when the pleasure haze diffused, Yeonjun turned to look at him and told him he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. Opposite to what the alpha was so desperately yearning for. And as the adults they thought they were, they decided to end things there before something more complicated appeared between them.
But of course sometimes chemistry can do wonderful stuff.
Yeonjun arrived at his apartment two weeks later, and Soobin, poor Soobin was as weak as the omega in front of him, pleading eyes before his pair of lips landed on the alpha’s and soon their clothes were long forgotten. It was the first time for Soobin to have sex against the wall next to his bedroom’s door. Certainly they had their rules that slowly started to fade. The first months into their dynamic, Yeonjun left as soon as his body wasn’t sweaty anymore, without warning or Soobin needing to guide him out of his apartment. Now he makes breakfast for Yeonjun that sometimes ends up with them on the nearest surface all sweaty again.
And Soobin is confused because despite his attempts to suppress his feelings for the omega, it’s been useless. Yeonjun is all he has ever dreamed of. It’s the type of omega he wants to mate and spend the rest of his life with. But of course that omega doesn’t look for anything serious and he is well aware of it, which makes it dumb the thought of confessing.
“You’ll be at the studio?” Yeonjun asks after putting one leg inside those denim pants that make Soobin go wild. They accentuate the small waist and plump ass of the omega. Yeonjun wears those when he feels like getting laid, or at least that’s what he told Soobin the second time they slept together. Now his alpha prides himself because he is well aware Yeonjun didn’t wear them for anyone but him.
“Yeah, we can’t quite finish this one song. Lyrics are just not good enough, they-“ the alpha is interrupted with a kiss, Yeonjun bending over to reach his mouth. Unlike the past kisses, it’s rather slow and sweet, with the omega’s tongue tantalizing his own, Yeonjun’s hand settling on his bare chest. The omega hums mid kiss when his phone starts ringing and the sudden coldness in Soobin’s skin is almost unbearable. “You should answer that.”
Soobin picks up his underwear from the floor and puts them on when he climbs out of bed. Yeonjun smiles as he listens to whoever is on the other side of the line and glues his back to the alpha’s, throwing his head on Soobin’s shoulder, baring his neck. So tantalizing with parted lips and the tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip. And Soobin is just a man, a very weak one whose hands immediately fly to the omega’s waist as his lips find their way to Yeonjun’s scent gland, sucking the already bruised skin, tongue and teeth taking everything the omega is giving him. He feels himself getting hard when the other muffles a moan, one of Yeonjun’s hand grabbing Soobin’s, stopping the alpha to move it inside his pants.
“‘Mkay, bye.” Yeonjun hangs up, throwing his phone to the bed before turning around in Soobin’s arms, his own finding their way behind the alpha’s neck. “You know I have to leave in five minutes, and it’s never five minutes with you.”
Soobin smiles in a way he knows it makes the omega weak and leans to make their noses brush, pecking Yeonjun’s lips.
“Weren’t you complaining about alphas not fucking you good enough?” The way Yeonjun hungrily kisses him, sends him into a spiral. His hands holding the omega for dear life, not minding he might bruise the soft skin under his fingertips. Soobin wants everyone to know he is the one making Yeonjun see stars whenever they meet. He is the alpha who takes care of him when Yeonjun feels especially needy and needs good sex. His scent is the one that lingers on the omega’s skin for the rest of the day, not anyone else’s.
“You sound like a high schooler,” Yeonjun says, breaking the kiss, his hands roaming his dark hair, nails digging deliciously against his scalp. “You fucked me three times and you almost popped a knot the last time. Wasn’t that enough?”
Soobin blushes and tries to hide his burning face on the omega’s neck, but Yeonjun is a menace and doesn’t let him go, a fond smile adorning his bare face, free from makeup that although makes him even more gorgeous, it doesn’t compare to see him like this. A view perhaps so intimate for the type of relationship they have.
“Cute. You have a big mouth in bed but you turn into a blushing mess when you are not inside of me.” Soobin’s groan dies on Yeonjun’s lips. “I really have to go, Bin-ah,” the omega murmurs in his mouth, hands traveling down his chest. “We’ll see each other in a few days.”
Yeonjun never sets a proper date whenever they have to part to their respective schedules. The omega being an idol makes things more complicated than they should. It’s well known the rules of how they must behave and how their life must be. No dating scandals, not mating before the company’s approval and most importantly, no getting pregnant. Those rules were part of the reason Soobin never tried to become an idol despite his dream of being a musician.
The taste of the omega lingers on his lips as he hears the entrance door being closed, leaving him with a semi hard dick and the tip of his fingers tickling with want, one that recently has been very hard to ignore.
The alpha turns around when his studio door is being knocked. His bandmates are probably still on their way, so the only person who could actually be behind the door is his manager.
“Come in,” he says before seeing the man who brought them to where they are now behind the door. Not that he lacks security or doesn’t believe in himself, but if it wasn’t for Jihoon, his career wouldn’t be like this. Soobin wouldn’t even have the opportunity to have an amazing studio in a very nice part of the city. It was almost pure luck how his now manager found them interesting enough when they played at that old and forgotten bar in Ansan’s downtown. “Hyung, what brings you here?”
The omega hums as his nose twitches. Soobin knows he reeks of Yeonjun and if he is being honest, he doesn’t mind. His alpha feels some sort of pride, having the singer’s pheromones all over him, telling the others he is indeed taken by the most hypnotizing and gorgeous omega in the world. But of course, since the beginning of their relationship, Jihoon hasn’t been exactly pleased with it.
“One day they’ll find out you reek of him. You know that, right?” The omega’s tone is not accusatory or rude, it’s just a mere observation, one that Soobin is very aware of. Soobin nods and turns around, focusing on the paper scattered across the table. Lyrics for their next album. Yeonjun calls him old fashioned but something about writing his lyrics by hand makes them more intimate, more like Soobin musician and not Soobin the sex god alpha he turns whenever he is on stage —at least that’s how the omega likes to call him whenever he feels like teasing him— screaming his lungs out as adrenaline fills up his brain. “But I’m not here to remind you what you already know.” Jihoon sits on the sofa behind his chair, an old one he used to have in his hometown apartment, back when music happened with only his laptop and a very shitty synth he received for his seventeenth birthday. “Jeong Soohye’s manager contacted me a couple of hours ago and they offered a deal we can’t turn down.”
Soobin spins around, now facing his manager and despite the smile on his face the alpha knows too well, there’s a tiny spark he sees behind the confident facade. Almost as if the omega is worried. The same face he had when he decided to come clean about Yeonjun.
“What is it, hyung?” He urges.
“They need a PR stunt to hide her mate. They don’t want the media to know who they are. They’ve been cautious, but an insider told them the media is close to knowing who her mate is.” The alpha lays his back on the back of the chair and sighs, his limbs going numb as he understands the implications of what Jihoon has said. If they were asking for someone from the group, of course Soobin would have known because he is the leader of the band, but it’s him. They want him as the stunt, which means he also has to talk to Yeonjun because despite not being a couple, they are exclusive. At least sexually speaking. And of course it will be weird if one day he wakes up and the news is out there without him being honest with Yeonjun. “I know Yeonjun-ssi and you are just having sex, but I would advise giving him heads up.” The omega sighs and travels his gaze from his face to the floor. “I know it’s not ideal, but it will help the band. She is very famous and she is basically the nation’s sweetheart.”
“Is it worth? We’ve been doing very good numbers organically and our second studio album is around the corner I don’t-“
“Is this about Yeonjun-ssi?” The alpha huffs, looking up to hide his frustration. Hours ago he was having the sweetest and most intimate sex with the omega of his dreams, sweet moans next to his ear as he helped Yeonjun move because his thighs were burning. Slender hands on his shoulders and delicious heat pooling at the base of his stomach, waiting to reach his climax. And when that finally happened, they cuddled until the omega fell asleep with his face pressed against his neck, his body not leaving any physical space between them. And now his manager is asking him to fake being in love with someone else because they want to protect their partner. Well, he wants to protect Yeonjun too.
“Stop mentioning him every five seconds. And yes, it’s about him, hyung,” he tries not to sound harsh, but his feelings have been bottling up for almost five months. Five months of pure frustration of barely having Yeonjun. Of not being able to show the world he gets to make the omega laugh, and how much he loves being cuddled after a very good sex. Or how Yeonjun has the loveliest habit of singing whenever he is brushing his teeth. No one but Soobin gets to see that side of the omega, yet he can’t say that to the world because he is nothing to Yeonjun, and never will. The omega was very much honest about it after they realized they couldn’t stop. “I don’t know if I want to do this.”
“She asked for you, though. She likes your music, and I think it can be very good PR. You will just fool the media, no statements of dating each other.” Jihoon sighs when he gets no response from the alpha before patting his leg. His manager rarely initiates physical contact with him, but this feels like a comfort response from him. It seems he doesn’t have another option but to accept. “Just think about it, please.”
Beomgyu of course is the one who refuses to let Soobin accept the deal. As his best friend and first former band member, after Soobin, he believes it’s unfair for him and his relationship with the mysterious omega he likes to fool around. Another one of Yeonjun’s rules. No one besides their managers must know.
“Absolutely no, why would you do that? We’ll be fine.” Taehyun nods next to him, their alpha scents all over the place, clearly uncomfortable with the plan. “Why did Jihoon hyung even think about this?”
“She’s trying to protect her mate but.” Soobin looks down to the text message he received thirty minutes ago from an unknown number. Please. “But he is right. I noticed she likes to recommend music every now and then and every time the song goes viral. It will definitely help us.”
“Fuck being viral. What about your mate?” Now it's Taehyun's turn to ask. When they asked the youngest alpha to join the band, they never thought how chaotic their dynamic would become. Amongst the three of them, Taehyun is the most dominant alpha, always keeping them on track whenever Beomgyu gets feisty or a menace. Yet the coldest head will always be Soobin. He knows he is their compass, and the face of the band. He is there to protect them.
“Tyun, he is not my mate, we just have sex.”
“Bullshit, hyung, you never do casual sex,” Beomgyu says, chewing the side of his thumb as the tip of his fingers linger on Taehyun’s drum sticks. “Not like our Taehyunie.”
“Fuck off.”
“I,” Soobin cuts himself, bruising his lip as he weighs the things he will have to sacrifice in order to protect someone he doesn’t even know. He is like that, though. His mother was pretty convinced her youngest pup would become an omega, but after his presentation, she knew Soobin was born with a golden heart despite being an alpha. Although must people assume it’s one of his weaknesses, he knows it’s more than that. “I still think it might be good for us.”
“Are you willing to sacrifice your own happiness for someone you don’t know?” Beomgyu asks. Soobin just walks to the microphone and starts their practice.
Yeonjun leaves a trail of wet kisses on his chest before his lips brush his abdomen, the tip of his tongue painting the dip between each muscle. Since Soobin started working out, the omega has been very fixated in the way his body has changed. Toned and firm everywhere. Delicate yet calloused hands travel down the hem of his pants, eyes on the alpha whose breath is taken away. Yeonjun will never fail to make him feel like he is at the edge of a cliff, heart pumping adrenaline, forcing him to make a decision. Fall or not.
The omega mewls and his scent turns brighter, peach looming over him with a strong hint of spice when he pulls down Soobin’s pants. Of course Yeonjun is already aroused and wet. He sent very interesting photos bearing his neck as soon as his pre-recording performance finished. His comeback is close and apparently his best way of managing stress is with the alpha’s help.
“Why are you still semi hard?” The alpha scoffs and lifts his hips enough to let Yeonjun pull down his pants to his calves. “Didn’t I put myself pretty enough for you?” He shakes his head. Yeonjun will always be more than pretty. Hell, he knows no one will ever be this ethereal like the omega.
Soobin had his first meeting with Soohye and his manager in the morning. She was sweet, well mannered and polite. Always listening first before speaking. Soobin felt pity for her. No scandals or rumors about having a mate until now when she has one, when she is so desperate to protect them.
“Bin?”
Soobin needs to tell him the truth. Not now, not when he has him between his legs, half lidded eyes and a pretty smirk on his lips.
“Just tired,” he says before taking Yeonjun’s chin between his fingers, letting the other man rest his face on him. Smudged makeup due to their hot make out session they had as soon as they were left in the comfort of Soobin’s apartment. Alone and hidden from the rest of the world.
Soobin understands Soohye more than the past few days. The devotion he has for Yeonjun would lead him to the same place.
“Then let me help.” The omega’s hand hooks his fingers on the elastic of his underwear and lets it snap back to his hip. Soobin hisses but doesn’t break eye contact, his own hands on each side of his body, the sheets under his palms getting crumpled as Yeonjun slides down his boxers until they are pooled on top of his pants.
“Jun,” Soobin whispers when the omega circles his fingers around his shaft, wetness wrapping around his head. Yeonjun hums when he takes more inside his mouth, his plump lips stretching around him the best he can, even with his soft cock, he is not able to put everything inside. The alpha can’t help but to trace the outline of Yeonjun’s lips with his thumb, a soft purr growing from the base of the omega’s throat. It’s not very common for Yeonjun to give him head, usually because of his tight schedule and having to take good care of his voice. But he won’t lie. From all his partners, Yeonjun knows how to do things right.
Yeonjun pulls away enough to leave the tip on his lips, his tongue playing with the slit on his head, a dangerous smile forming between his already swollen lips. Soobin moans, feeling himself growing harder, the tip of his cock painting a furious red, throbbing at the lack of pressure. Soon the omega’s fingers squeeze hard enough at the base of his cock while his mouth sucks his head.
It all lasts enough to leave him panting and impossibly hard, his shaft twitching to be buried in the omega’s heat.
Yeonjun stands up before pecking his cock and finally starts taking off his clothes. The see through sweater soon discharged on the floor, leaving him bare from his waist to his shoulders. He plays with the elastic of his own pants, hips slowly moving in circles.
“Stop teasing,” Soobin grunts, removing his own sweatshirt, throwing it far away from them. He wets his lips when Yeonjun giggles and pulls down both his own pants and boxers, his own cock already hard. The smell of the omega’s wetness hits him hard and makes him dizzy. “Yeonj-“ The alpha is interrupted by another pair of lips, hungry and desperate, his hands finding their home on Yeonjun’s waist, as the omega throws himself onto his lap.
“No more teasing,” the omega says mid kiss before pushing Soobin against the bed, slightly bouncing back. Yeonjun’s mischievous smile as his hands spread across his chest. “Alpha.”
Yeonjun traces the outline of the tattoos on his chest with the tip of his finger. The omega’s clingy self is not able to physically separate himself from Soobin, so Yeonjun has a leg over his own as he hugs him by the shoulders and his arm is being used as a pillow for his head. Yeonjun hasn’t always been like this. It’s something so new the alpha is scared to ask why.
He is not complaining, though. Soobin is willing to take whatever Yeonjun gives him. Even if his heart breaks in the process of it.
“Did she get mad?” Soobin hums, still basking in the comfort of the post sex haze, the omega’s orgasm scent still lingering in the tip of the alpha’s nostrils. “Your mom, when you got your tattoos.”
“Ah, not really.” His own finger starts tracing lines on Yeonjun’s bare arm, earning goosebumps from the other. “She has a few too. Mostly about me and my sisters.”
“You never told me you have sisters,” Yeonjun’s voice is accusatory, childish even. As though it’s inconceivable that piece of information wasn’t previously shared with him.
“You never asked.” The omega huffs. With his free hand, he takes Yeonjun’s chin and lifts his head until their faces are separated by just a sliver of air and bends to leave a soft peck, just a press on his lips. Chaste despite the sex they had minutes ago. “They are older and have a normal life,” Soobin says in front of his lips.
“I bet they are equally lovely as you are.” Those words make his chest flutter so he can’t help but to kiss Yeonjun senseless, their noses rubbing against each other with such tenderness that it’s almost unbelievable how quickly it turns into something more heated, his dick getting harder as the omega moans sweet and muffled on his mouth.
This time Soobin fucks him slow and steady, taking his time to break Yeonjun into pieces before placing everything again on his place, making sure is centered on the omega’s pleasure. As soon as his hips stutter and his head finds Yeonjun’s chest a home, the latter pets the soaked in sweat hair of his nape and kisses his temple.
“Will you come to my opening concert?” His voice is so tiny and vulnerable that Soobin hugs him closer, nodding as he kisses the middle of his chest. He already asked his manager to get him tickets, with his bandmates too. It would be suspicious if he didn’t.
“Of course, hyung.”
Soobin has forgotten how many times they have repeated the same activities with Soohye. They let paparazzis catch them outside of coffee shops and events the omega has, but nothing else. They don’t display affection besides brushing their arms together whenever they walk around the city. The omega always smiles guilty and says sorry as soon as their interaction comes to an end. Mostly when both of them are sitting far away from each other on Soohye’s apartment.
He glances at his phone and smiles at the message he sent to Yeonjun after the omega sent him a cute picture of one of his outfits for the concert with an innocent question. Do I look pretty?
The message is from almost a week ago. Three weeks since Yeonjun asked him why he was trending on social media about his relationship with the nation’s sweetheart before leaving him without an answer for five days. Then the omega demanded him to open his apartment door and pushed him to the nearest surface where they fucked until his legs gave up. Then Yeonjun left like he used to do. Without notice.
While their playful flirting remained the same through messages, brief and without being very explicit, their encounters got less and less frequent. Soobin is trapped with Soohye’s events and having to bear her shy self, always getting uncomfortable with his own self. Also awkward and uncomfortable.
The alpha doesn’t understand how the media hasn’t noticed they aren’t a thing.
His fans are very supportive as well as her fans. His music is going more than well, reaching charts they always dreamed of but never actually getting near it. Everything seems fine, except Yeonjun. Which doesn’t make any sense at all.
Wanna see you, he writes in the omega’s chat, but even at the end of the day, his message still has no reply.