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Jungwon is one-hundred-and-ten-percent done with Sunghoon’s and Sunoo’s bullshit.
He pinches a potato chip between his fingers, leaning back into the dining room chair across the room from where they’re having their twice-weekly movie night. He wouldn’t even be here right now except Jay promised him he’d come pick him up at exactly six o’clock and it’s already five past, which is five extra minutes he’s had to endure this painful, clueless mating dance between his two best friends.
“You can’t stay the night tonight?” Sunoo says with big, bright eyes. His lip sticks out a little bit— Jungwon swears he sees it quiver. He puts the potato chip back in the bag, resolutely wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. “But I thought we were going to marathon Halloween movies all night?”
Jungwon can only see the back of Sunghoon's head but he knows he’s pouting from where he sits with— or, rather, under — Sunoo, whose legs are swung over his lap. Sunghoon’s hand is looped around Sunoo’s shoulders, the pads of his fingers rubbing soothing circles into his arm.
“I know, but Jake asked for my help at his coffee shop for the next few nights because one of his part-timers apparently got really sick and can’t come in. I know we had plans already, I’m sorry.”
Sunoo sighs, pushing himself deeper into Sunghoon’s side. Jungwon wrinkles his nose at Sunoo’s scent, rolling off of him in thick waves, peaches and vanilla. It’s sickeningly sweet. He pushes the potato chips across the table.
“You guys have plans literally every night,” Jungwon calls across the room just as Jay texts him outside and he jolts up from his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder. His boyfriend is gonna have to fuck him halfway into next week in order for him to forget everything he just saw. “You’ll be alright for one night.”
Sunoo whips his head around to look at Jungwon, wild-eyed— clearly he’d forgotten he was even there. Typical. “It’s normal to want to spend time with your best friend,” Sunoo says, crossing his arms over his chest.
Best friend. Jungwon doesn’t even want to bother correcting that absolutely insane statement. “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” he calls as he snatches his house key off the hook, pulling the door behind him. Jay’s little black Toyota is still running and he’s leaned back in the seat staring at his phone. Salvation at last. “Don’t get too crazy without me here.”
He secretly hopes maybe they will get “too crazy” and actually admit how badly they want to fuck each other’s brains out— at least then Jungwon can feel validated in the amount of physical and emotional pain he’s endured for the past five years.
He’s exhausted.
“Hey, babe,” Jay says when Jungwon slides into the car, pocketing his phone to lean over the middle console and peck him on the cheek. Jay smells like cinnamon sticks and orange, complemented by the crisp fall air outside. It makes Jungwon’s heart swell in his chest. “Sorry I was a few minutes late, there was tons of traffic on the way over.”
“It’s fine, I just had to deal with…” he jerks his head at the front door as Jay backs out of the parking spot. “That.”
Jay chuckles, glancing in the rearview mirror. “You’re the one who decided it was a good idea to move in with Sunoo knowing exactly what you were getting into. I have no sympathy.”
“I just have no fucking idea how they don’t realize they’re literally… in love? Actually dating? Maybe even married? Jesus christ, they act like a couple without being able to do any of the fun stuff.” He glances at Jay. “Like the stuff you’re gonna do to me later.”
Jay raises his eyebrows and pokes his tongue in his cheek. He ignores the comment but Jungwon doesn’t miss the way his scent spikes with arousal for half a second. “They’ll figure it out. Sometimes people really need a lot of time. I think since Sunoo was dating that one loser when they met, Sunghoon thought he didn’t have a chance so he sealed himself way too deep into the best friend role. I’m sure one of these nights they’ll get way too drunk and then fuck it out of their system and everything will be alright.”
“Hey.” Jay wrinkles his nose. “That’s our getting together story. They can’t take that away from us.”
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Sunoo and Sunghoon do… a lot of things together.
Sunoo isn’t stupid; he’s all too aware that their friendship might cross a few platonic boundaries. Like, maybe it’s not normal for best friends to sleep in the same bed every night. Or feed each other at dinner. Or share a toothbrush. He didn’t think that one was too bad until Jungwon found out and dry heaved for, like, forty five minutes, which was kinda dramatic in his opinion but whatever.
There is, however, one boundary they have never crossed:
they do not, under any circumstances, ever scent each other.
They never really talked about it, it’s just something they don’t do. Sunoo likes to scent his friends and he likes being scented, too; whenever he has a bad day at work his favorite thing is to curl up on the couch next to Jungwon and let him scent him. Something about having the comforting aroma of his friends on his skin helps him feel safe and comforted. It would seem natural that he and Sunghoon would do the same, but it’s never happened and at this point it would be weird to bring it up so he doesn’t.
To be fair, though, Sunghoon doesn’t scent anyone, so Sunoo just assumes he doesn’t like scenting and doesn’t push the issue. It’s not really a big deal; they’re close and affectionate in a lot of ways, and Sunoo often has Sunghoon’s scent on him anyway because he’s grown accustomed to stealing his hoodies and other things like that. He loves how Sunghoon’s clothes are way too big for him.
He’s sitting home on Friday evening— Sunghoon has been working late nights at Jakes’s cafe and tonight is the last night he has to work, and Sunoo is practically vibrating out of his skin waiting for him to be done. He’s already scrubbed his whole apartment from top to bottom— twice, baked three dozen cookies, and picked out an entire stack of movies for them to watch.
It’s not until an hour before Sunghoon is set to get off shift when Sunoo is staring forlornly out the front window of his and Jungwon’s apartment with his hands wrapped around a now-cold mug of hot cocoa that he gets the bright idea to go pick Sunghoon up from work so he can see him sooner.
(Despite what Jungwon says he is not too attached to Sunghoon. He isn’t. They’re just best friends and that’s it.)
The drive to the cafe is a short one. Sunoo used to spend a lot of time there when he was in college, back when Jake had just opened it and he was doing his best to support his freshly-graduated friend’s new business. It fills him with pride when he sees how booming it is tonight, students from the nearby campus milling around on the sidewalk outside with coffee cups clutched in their hands and bags of pastries poking out of their school bags.
It’s a chilly autumn night, Sunoo’s favorite; Jake has given the outside of the shop a little seasonal flair, with bright orange pumpkins tucked between the flowers winding down the sides of the doors and spilling onto the concrete, twinkling purple and orange lights wound around the lattice overhang.
He can already see Sunghoon behind the counter through the glass door before he even pushes it open, and he can’t help the big goofy smile that bunches up his cheeks when he finally steps inside, the warm, coffee-tinged air washing over his skin and replacing the bite of autumn at his back. A little bell jingles above his head, nearly unintelligible over the buzz and chatter of the little shop, but Sunghoon’s head still jerks up the second it rings out as if he’d been expecting Sunoo all along.
He looks confused, at first— his eyes are big and bright and wide, lips parted just slightly around whatever he’d been saying to the customer, a pastry in his hand outstretched toward the young omega girl across the counter. The low, golden lights shine over his skin and something about it makes Sunoo’s heart feel like it’s swelled five times larger in his chest.
They’re best friends. That’s it.
“Sunoo!” Sunghoon says when he snaps out of his daze, stuffing the pastry into the girl’s hand and immediately rounding the corner to greet him at the door, turning sideways to push through a throng of giggly teenagers. Cold air rushes in from outside and Sunoo rubs at his arms, wishing he’d brought his hoodie. “What are you doing here? I was supposed to meet you at your place when I get off shift in fifteen minutes.”
Sunoo waves his hand, a little embarrassed to admit that he couldn’t wait that long to see him. “I got a little antsy and cold and decided to come over here for a hot cocoa while I wait for you to finish working. I haven’t seen Jake hyung in a while, either.”
“He’s in the back doing paperwork but I can get him— oh, also, look!” Sunghoon spins around and points at the menu above his head. It’s all written in chalk in pretty swirled letters, but there’s a smaller one beside it labeled specials, with little hand-drawn chalk designs that Sunoo can tell Sunghoon did himself. “There’s a salted caramel hot chocolate I think you would like. Do you want me to make you one?”
Sunoo nods, smiling. “That would be nice. Don’t let me cut the line though, you have lots of customers here.”
Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “None of them are as important as you.”
“Oh.” Sunoo breathes out. For some reason his heart is pounding much faster than usual— he feels like he needs to sit down. “I— yeah, sure.”
“Because you helped get the business on its feet when Jake was first starting out!” Sunghoon exclaims, punching Sunoo playfully in the arm. “Go sit down somewhere, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.”
Sunoo nods, stepping backwards into a gap in the crowd and finding a little armchair by a window where he can still see the counter.
Sunghoon works efficiently; he greets the customers with a big smile and plucks pastries from containers, topping drinks with whipped cream and caramel sauce with a flourish. It’s obvious he enjoys working at the shop, and Sunoo wonders if maybe he ever gets tired of his bland office job and would rather do something more social and fast paced like this. Sunoo sometimes misses the days from college where he’d study until he felt like he was about to pass out and then immediately go work a long shift as a waiter afterward. Life feels so slow in comparison.
The minutes go by fast and before Sunoo knows it Sunghoon is stepping back from his spot at the counter and tugging the string of his apron loose, pulling it off over his head and picking through the crowd with one hot chocolate in each hand and a bright, beaming smile on his face.
“Sorry it took a little longer than I thought it would,” he says. “Things are so crazy tonight.”
Sunoo shrugs. “People love hot drinks in fall and it’s almost time for midterms. Bad time for one of Jake hyung’s employees to get sick.” He takes the hot chocolate that Sunghoon extends toward him and then pulls it up to his lips to take a sip. It’s rich and delicious; cloying and sweet caramel and rich cocoa with the bright bite of salt.
“Oh, speaking of Jake— I told him you were here but he’s too busy to come say hi. I’m sorry.”
Sunoo shakes his head, standing from the armchair and inching around it to try and slide through a gap between the wall and a broad-shouldered alpha chatting with his friends a few feet away. “I wouldn’t ever expect him to come out here when things are this crazy, I should honestly stop by more when business is slow anyways and chat with him, it’s just life is so busy right now and— oh!”
Several things happen at once.
Sunoo is just about to slide through the gap when the big alpha in front of him suddenly steps backward and spins around, elbowing Sunoo straight in the rib— he cries out in shock, fumbling the steaming cup in his hand. The lid pops off, soaking his shirt and dripping down his front.
“What the fuck!” he cries out, staring down at his hot cocoa-soaked hands and shirt. He’d been wearing white and the dark brown liquid sticks the fabric uncomfortably close to his skin and makes it nearly see-through. It’s a fucking mess ; hot cocoa drips depressingly onto the floor, a glob of whipped cream on the wall over his shoulder. “Can you watch where you’re going?”
The lumbering alpha spins around with a deep scowl on his face, obviously not concerned at all with the mess he’d made; Sunghoon watches from the sidelines, lips popped open in surprise and wide eyes darting back and forth between Sunoo and the man.
The alpha scans Sunoo up and down and his scowl quickly turns into a smirk that makes Sunoo’s skin crawl; he focuses on his liquid-soaked shirt and raises his eyebrows, making Sunoo wrap his hands around his middle. “If I’d known there was such a pretty omega behind me I would have been more careful,” he says, voice dripping with slime. “But maybe it’s better this way? All that cocoa shows off your sexy little body hiding under that big frumpy shirt.”
Sunoo wrinkles his nose. The alpha’s pheromones are overpowering; sickly and dripping with arousal and it makes him sick. He’s never been one to take anyone’s shit but he feels frozen under all the eyes of the cafe and the towering alpha leering at him. He stares down at the hot cocoa, chest aching with shame.
“Submissive and all wet,” the alpha continues, popping his lips. “Just the way I like my omegas.”
“Get the fuck away from him,” Sunghoon growls, finally moving from where the soles of his boots had been glued to the floor and springing into action. He lunges forward, pushing himself between the alpha and Sunoo, his shoulders pressing him just slightly against the wall. Sunoo breathes a little sigh of relief, taking a breath to quell the hole in his chest. He’s safe now— Sunghoon can protect him. The scent of cinnamon and cloves fill his nose. “And get out. You’re not welcome here.”
“Are you the owner?” the alpha sneers.
“No, but I sure as fuck am,” Jake’s familiar voice booms over their heads from the front of the shop. “I don’t know exactly what happened here but it clearly has something to do with you, so get the fuck out. Now. Or I call the police.”
The alpha sneers, shooting one last sleazy look at Sunoo over Sunghoon’s shoulder before backing up and retreating with his friends— they’re all wearing Letterman jackets sporting the logo for Sunoo’s own alma mater. His stomach twists.
“Everyone please give them some space,” Jake says, waving at the crowd forming around the scene. “And Ni-ki— can you please clean up that mess?”
“I can clean it up,” Sunoo pipes up, peeking over Sunghoon’s shoulder. His best friend is still standing in the same spot, feet planted into the ground, arms held out to protect Sunoo’s smaller frame. “It’s my mess, I really—”
“It is not your mess,” Sunghoon growls. His voice makes all the hairs stand up on the back of Sunoo’s neck. “None of this was your fault. Fuck, I want to bash that guy’s face in, what the fuck is he thinking…”
“Sunghoon.” Jake raises his eyebrows. “You need to calm down.”
“Like fuck I need to calm down,” Sunghoon says, his voice wild. “You didn’t hear the shit he was saying to Sunoo. Fucking disgusting creep. I— oh god, Sunoo, fuck, did you get burned? Are you okay?”
“Hyung, hey— hyung,” Sunoo’s heart pounds in his chest— he reaches up to cup his cheeks in his hands. Sunghoon looks scary, feral even, wild-eyed with bared teeth. “Hey, I’m fine, alright? You don’t have to worry about me. He’s just some alpha creep, that kind of thing happens all the time—”
“All the time?” Sunghoon growls. “You have to deal with this shit all the time ?” His breaths get shallower and he tightens his grip on Sunoo’s arms.
“Sunoo, can you please calm him down somehow, please,” Jake says from a spot closer than he was a moment ago, just a few feet from where the employee is cleaning the spilled hot chocolate. It makes Sunoo aware of the hot chocolate still all over his front, sticky against his skin. “I don’t think we need to make this evening worse than it already is— are you okay, by the way? I didn’t see what happened but for Sunghoon to be this shaken up it must have been bad.”
“It’s fine,” Sunoo breathes. He glances from Sunghoon to Jake and back again, wracking his brain for a way to calm him down.
Only one thing comes to mind.
Nervously, he wraps his hand around Sunghoon’s shirt collar and tugs him down to face level, and before he can talk himself out of it he takes a deep, calming breath and nuzzles his nose into Sunghoon’s scent gland.
Sunghoon’s breath hitches in his throat— his grip loosens but he doesn’t make any move to push Sunoo away so Sunoo continues, thoroughly scenting Sunghoon until his own peaches and vanilla scent overpowers Sunghoon’s spicy clove one completely.
They’re still like that for a few moments, long enough that the lingering crowd from the earlier altercation has mostly dispersed. Sunghoon’s shoulders droop and his hands fall from his arms, and when Sunoo pulls back to look him in the eyes they’re glassy and unfocused, a bit like he’s had too much to drink. Low, smooth jazz music plays from the cafe’s speakers.
“Sun, I—” Sunghoon stumbles backwards, running a hand through his hair. His eyes look sharper, now, but something is still wrong— sweat beads on his forehead and he sways on his feet, eyes darting around. “Fuck, I don’t think you should have done that.”
“I was just trying to calm you down.” Sunoo clenches and unclenches his fists. His omega whimpers, hurt by his scent being rejected by the alpha. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I… god, I…” Sunghoon looks around wildly. The longer he stands in the cafe the worse he starts to look, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek and clinging to his chin. “I need to leave.”
Sunghoon’s scent suddenly floods his nose, deeper and muskier than it usually is; he shouldn’t even be able to smell it at all with how thoroughly he’d scented him but it’s suddenly like the entire cafe is drenched with it, almost nauseatingly thick.
“For fuck’s sake,” Jake groans. “Sunghoon, are you—”
“Don’t,” Sunghoon snaps.
Sunoo’s head feels foggy all of a sudden. He stumbles a little bit on his feet. “What’s going on? He’s what?”
“You need to get out of here.” Jake sighs. “You need another alpha to drive you— I’ll call Jay and get him over here right away, his place is closest— Sunoo, you need to leave and go home. Now.”
“Why?” Sunoo leans back against the wall. His vision is all blurry and suddenly his body feels too heavy for his legs to support. He doesn’t know why he feels like this; maybe he’s getting sick? A cold from the weather change? “Hoonie hyung and I have plans tonight. I can drive him to my place. Everything is fine.”
“Everything is not fine, Sunghoon is—”
“Jake. Stop.” Sunghoon growls.
Jake pinches the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake. I’m calling Jay. Sunghoon, can you please go outside where you aren’t so… potent?” He pauses, taking a look around his shop. “Not like it matters, everyone left anyway. Just stay there.”
Sunghoon scrubs his hands over his face. Sunoo gives his head a little shake, a futile attempt to clear the fog from his brain.
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Sunoo whines. He’s vaguely aware that most of the other people who were in the shop have cleared out except one or two sitting over by the window shooting dirty looks in their direction. “I feel really sick and I just want to go home and watch movies.”
“There’s not gonna be any movies, Sunoo, you really need to leave. Your head will be clearer when you go outside and get some fresh air. Sunghoon’s pheromones are making your omega go crazy.”
“Why would Sunghoon hyung’s pheromones—”
Jake sighs. “He’s going into rut, Sunoo.”
Sunoo blinks. “He’s what?”
Sunghoon groans, spinning around and leaning over the counter with his face buried in his hands. The two remaining customers scurry past him and push out the door, which Jake quickly locks and flips the open sign to closed. “Why the fuck is this happening to me. God.”
He looks awful — the back of the white t-shirt he’s wearing with Jake’s cafe logo on it is drenched with sweat and his shoulders are squared and tense, shivering just slightly. Seeing his best friend in distress instantly clears Sunoo’s head a little bit, and it helps to know it’s just his omega going crazy because of an alpha nearing his rut. He takes a breath (through his mouth, not his nose) and pulls himself away from the counter to cross the room over to Sunghoon.
“Sunoo, don’t.”
“I’m fine,” Sunoo says, shaking his head. He places his hand on the small of Sunghoon’s back and rubs it in soothing circles, smiling when Sunghoon’s shoulders untense a little bit.
“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Jake grumbles.
“Are you okay?” Sunoo whispers. He doesn’t get too close, knowing it might make Sunghoon more uncomfortable to have an unmated omega too close to his throat. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“You can’t be alone with me right now,” Sunghoon hisses through clenched teeth. “Just go home. Jay can take me back to my place.”
“Jay isn’t answering his phone,” Jake says, sighing. “I guess I could take you, but there’s no one here to close up shop and it’s going to take forever to get this alpha stink out of the curtains…”
“I’m sorry,” Sunghoon sighs. “Fuck, I feel like my insides are made of lava. This is awful.”
“Just let me take you.”
“Sunoo—”
“I trust you.” Sunoo slides his hand up to his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Your place is close.”
“I’m pretty sure I could go to jail for letting an unmated omega drive an alpha in pre-rut home alone, but given the circumstances it’s probably for the best,” Jake says, sighing. “Call me as soon as you get to his place. And don’t let him do anything stupid.”
“Everything is gonna be fine.” Sunoo isn’t worried. No matter how out of control Sunghoon might feel Sunoo knows he would never hurt him or do anything against his consent even if he was right in the middle of his rut. “Let’s go, yeah?”
Sunghoon hesitates but then he nods. “Yeah,” he says, voice croaky. “Okay.”
“As soon as you get there Sunoo! Call me!” Jake calls after them as they leave.
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“Shouldn’t I go inside with you?” Sunoo says nervously. Sunghoon is curled up in his passenger seat, still with his face in his hands. The scent of alpha pheromones are so overpowering that all the windows are down and yet Sunoo still feels Sunghoon’s scent clinging to every inch of his body. It had probably taken far too much willpower to drive Sunghoon home without his omega getting dizzy but thankfully he’d managed.
“No.” Sunghoon shakes his head. “That’s… a really bad idea, Sun. Just let me handle this.”
“I don’t want you to be alone, though.” Sunoo chews his lip.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Sunoo stares at the steering wheel, hands gripped tightly around it. Does he know what he’s saying? Going inside with Sunghoon is basically him agreeing to spend his rut with him. Which— okay. He’s already aware that they tend to cross a lot of boundaries, but this might be a pretty damn big one that they won’t be able to come back from.
He glances at Sunghoon— the alpha looks like shit, shaky and pale and drenched in sweat. And if Sunoo can help somehow… he wants to.
He ignores the way his omega preens at the idea of spending Sunghoon’s rut with him. That’s a thought he can’t really afford to explore right now.
“I do.”
The words hang threateningly around them. Autumn chill rolls in through the windows, cooling the still-damp chocolate-soaked fabric clinging to Sunoo’s skin.
He is one-hundred-and-ten percent sure that Sunghoon is going to say no, that Sunghoon is going to tell him to go home, that Sunghoon is going to reject him.
“Okay,” he says.
Sunoo’s lips part in surprise. He stares at the dark road ahead, hands still gripping the steering wheel. Sunghoon’s scent is so intense, so thick and musky and dripping with arousal that Sunoo has never smelled on him before. He lets himself acknowledge that his cock has been hard for the entire drive home.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” Sunghoon winces when he shifts in his seat. Sunoo knows from the way his heats go that Sunghoon is probably sore and hot all over, feeling like his alpha is trying to claw its way out of his body. It must be magnified even more by being close to an omega, an unmated omega, the very one whose scent had triggered the rut to begin with.
Sunoo shivers in anticipation.
He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted this until right now.
“Let’s go in.” Sunoo cuts the engine and runs his hands through his hair nervously, sparing one last glance over at Sunghoon before popping the car door open and stepping out onto the pavement. His boot crunches against a pile of leaves in the gutter. Fall has always been his favorite season.
Sunghoon doesn’t get out of the car until Sunoo is at his front door— he misses the lock a few times with the key because his hands are shaking so badly but after a couple tries he’s in, opening the door to a dark apartment that smells as familiar as his own home. He drops his keys on the entryway table and flips the light on, chewing nervously on his lip as he looks around the place.
Thankfully Sunghoon lives alone so they don’t have to worry about roommates barging in— they’ll have privacy. The thought makes heat flood to Sunoo’s cheeks. He’s really going through with this.
He feels like maybe he’s being a little bit insane.
“It’s not that weird, right?” he blurts when Sunghoon steps in through the front door.
Sunghoon blinks at him. His eyes are getting hazier by the second; Sunoo pointedly avoids looking down at the very blatant tent in his work slacks. “What?”
“Us… doing this.” Sunoo wets his lips. “It’s not weird, right?”
There’s no way it’s weird. Friends help friends out all the time. It won’t change anything.
“I—” Sunghoon strips off his hoodie, tossing it on the floor. When he steps forward his scent, laced thick with arousal, assaults Sunoo’s senses and his head starts to get a little fuzzy again. “It won’t be weird if we don’t make it weird.”
“Right.” Sunoo nods. “I— can I change first? I still have hot cocoa…”
Sunghoon takes another step forward; Sunoo freezes where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, bracing his hands on the counter behind him. Within seconds their thighs are pressed together and Sunghoon is towering over him, staring down at him with a hunger Sunoo has never, ever seen before.
“You don’t need to change,” Sunghoon gasps. “You can just take it off here.”
Sunoo swallows nervously. “Right.”
His cock throbs in his jeans; he hadn’t ever realized how big Sunghoon is— obviously he knows how much taller and broader he is than him, but it’s never occurred to him how easily Sunghoon could throw him around and overpower him if he wanted to. It’s telling how the thought of it makes his cock throb in his jeans.
He’s only spent one rut with an alpha before, his ex he was dating when he met Sunghoon, and he’d been in heat that time so he doesn’t remember much of it. That was a full, rut, though, and Sunghoon’s is scent-triggered rather than cyclical so chances are it will only last around twelve to twenty-four hours— which is a lot of sex, don’t get him wrong, but manageable for an omega not in heat.
This time he’ll be (mostly) clear-headed, and he isn’t sure what to expect, but he’s surprised to realize that he’s not nervous.
He’s thrilled.
Sunghoon’s palms find his hips through his thin t-shirt and Sunoo gasps at how searing hot they are even through the fabric— he slides them up to bunch up his shirt, pausing at his ribcage and staring down at the milky line of skin above his waistband.
“Can I?” Sunghoon says. His voice is a little shaky, like he’s showing as much restraint. “Please, Sun, I can feel that my rut is coming on stronger and I feel like I might— god, I feel like I might die if I don’t get to fuck you right now.”
“Oh,” Sunoo breathes, squirming under Sunghoon’s hands. His cock pulses against Sunghoon’s leg and his little smile shows that he felt it. “Yeah. Yes— I want you, hyung. I want you to fuck me.”
Slick gushes from his hole and wets his boxers; he arches up into Sunghoon’s touch, letting his head fall to his shoulder submissively so Sunghoon can suck a line of bruises from his nape to his collarbone.
“You trying to show everyone I belong to someone, alpha?” Sunoo says cheekily. “I’m not your mate, you know?”
“You’re not my mate yet,” Sunghoon growls against his skin, wrapping his hand around the collar of his shirt to pull it lower. He slides his other hand up from the bottom and thumbs at his nipple, making Sunoo gasp in pleasure and toss his head back.
“S-Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo gasps, trailing off into a moan when Sunghoon presses his thigh against his cock, making another rush of hot slick pour from his hole. “God, this feels, so—”
Right, he wants to say, but he purposefully cuts himself off. Sunghoon doesn’t seem to notice, too far gone as he finally lets his rut take over. He wraps one hand around Sunoo’s wrist and spins him around so he’s bent over the countertop, pinning it against his lower back before wrapping a hand around his waistband.
Sunoo had only been wearing joggers to run to the cafe so the fabric under his ass is already soaked with slick and Sunghoon groans when he sees it, dropping to his knees and licking at the fabric like a wolf lapping up water.
Sunoo’s cheeks turn red with embarrassment but he’s so fucking turned on— he squirms, shamelessly trying to push his ass closer to Sunghoon’s face, but he’s pinned to the counter by Sunghoon’s wrist. The feeling of being completely at the alpha’s mercy has Sunoo’s blood pumping hot in his veins, a thrill he doesn’t think he’s ever felt.
The best part is that it’s Sunghoon, and he knows that even when his best friend is in the deepest trenches of his rut he’ll still be gentle with Sunoo. He would never hurt him, he would never take advantage of him, he would always stop if Sunoo asked to— and so giving himself over to submit as his omega is the easiest thing in the world.
Sunghoon growls, wrapping his hand around Sunoo’s waistband and tugging his sweats down to his knees— and then his free hand is on his ass and something warm and wet is sliding between his cheeks, lapping up the dripping slick from his hole.
Sunoo mewls, falling forward onto the cabinet until his forehead is touching the cold marble. He’s never been eaten out before and it feels so fucking good — he hadn’t expected Sunghoon to try to pleasure him, because he’s the one in rut, but here he is, swirling his tongue around Sunoo’s hole until he’s shivering and shaking against the counter, held up only by Sunghoon’s iron grip on his wrist pressed to his back.
“Feels amazing, hyung,” Sunoo mewls, arching his back. Sunghoon slides his tongue deeper and Sunoo’s hands scramble desperately against the surface, overwhelmed.
Sunghoon hums in response, and then his thumb joins his tongue, the pad of his finger rubbing against Sunoo’s rim and giving his tongue better access to slide inside. Precum drips messily down Sunoo’s cock and he’s torn between rutting forward and pushing his ass further back on Sunghoon’s tongue, so overwhelmed with pleasure he can’t even see straight.
Sunghoon eats him out slowly and thoroughly until Sunoo’s a whining, quivering mess, and just as he’s on the edge of his orgasm, shaking and chanting Sunghoon’s name, the wet noises filling the air straight up obscene—
Sunghoon pulls away.
Sunoo whines, pushing back against Sunghoon’s restraint. His cock is so hard it hurts, flushed red and dripping precum and begging to be touched;
“Alpha,” he pants. “Alpha, ‘s close, make me come.”
“I know, baby,” Sunghoon says. His voice is low and full of gravel— Sunoo glances over his shoulder and he already looks fucked out, wild-eyed with slick dripping down his chin and onto his dress shirt, lips swollen red from eating Sunoo out. He’s pumping his cock, eyes focused on Sunoo’s ass where he’s bent over the counter. Sunoo’s omega is practically singing, so pleased and proud to make his alpha look at him like that. “Gonna make you come on my cock, wanna make you squeal and shake on it.”
“Oh,” Sunoo gasps. Sunghoon lets go of his wrist and his hands fly to grip the other side of the counter, pressing his belly flat against the edge so he can arch his back into a deeper curve, so he can present himself for his alpha to claim.
“So fucking sexy,” Sunghoon’s voice is so low Sunoo can hardly even hear it, and then his cockhead is pressing against his ass.
Sunghoon is big — alphas have notoriously large cocks but Sunghoon’s is bigger and thicker than the average but Sunoo loves it, has always been a little bit of a size queen— just the head of his cock stretching him out burns so good it has Sunoo mewling and squirming, hardly able to hold still with how good it feels to be filled up. He’s not even in heat but he still thinks he could take Sunghoon’s cock for the better part of the day until his rut clears up, thinks he could take Sunghoon’s cock every fucking day for the rest of his life if it feels like this.
“More,” Sunoo groans when it seems like Sunghoon is hesitating, gripping the counter and grinding his ass back on his cock. “Please hyung, more.”
Sunghoon takes a long, deep breath that Sunoo feels against the back of his neck, making all of his hairs stand up; and then Sunghoon thrusts forward and bottoms out.
The burn is so intense Sunoo swears he blacks out for a second. He’s never felt so full before, the pleasure so intense he doesn’t even remember his own name for a few seconds. Sunghoon places his hands on his ass and presses his cheeks wider, lifting his feet up off the floor until he’s completely spread out on the counter. Sunoo moans desperately, grinding back on Sunghoon’s cock in small circles, whimpering every time his cockhead brushes his prostate.
“Sunghoon,” Sunoo pants once the euphoria of feeling full parts and he snaps back, his omega frantic with want to get fucked with the alpha’s thick cock. “Deeper. I won’t break— you don’t have to be gentle— I want you to fuck me.”
It’s like something snaps in Sunghoon then. He slides his cock out, slowly slowly, until his cockhead is rubbing teasingly against Sunoo’s rim. Sunoo shivers with anticipation, teeth pressed into his bottom lip until he feels like the skin might break, and then Sunghoon digs his hands into Sunoo’s waist to steady him and slams his cock back in.
Sunoo opens his mouth in a silent scream, sweat-slicked forehead pressed against the counter, smudging the surface with every thrust, Sunghoon pushing him further and further up onto the counter until he’s laying flat on top of it, legs spread completely wide while Sunghoon fucks into him at a brutal pace. The pleasure is overwhelming; he’s on sensory overload, focused completely on the feeling of the alpha’s thick cock splitting him open, of the cool air of the apartment ghosting over his damp skin, of the lewd, animalistic grunts and growls that spill from Sunghoon’s lips every time he bottoms out.
It only takes a few thrusts before Sunoo is coming undone, already worked up from Sunghoon’s tongue— a hot flood of cum spills out under his belly, making a mess of the counter, and Sunghoon’s cock gets soaked with a wave of slick that drips wetly onto the counter and soaks his thighs.
Sunoo’s orgasm only serves to spur him on as his rut takes over completely— he pushes Sunoo all the way up onto the counter and climbs on after him, spreading his knees over Sunoo’s thighs to fuck him into the surface, caging his shoulders in with his arms and leaning down to suck more bruises and lick messily over the back of Sunoo’s neck. His tongue is so hot and his cock is so big — whimpers and whines spill so loudly and freely from his lips he’s probably going to cause a noise complaint but he doesn’t give a single fuck as long as Sunghoon’s cock is still splitting him open.
He’s never been fucked like this before, didn’t even know it was possible to get fucked like this before— Sunghoon’s first orgasm comes suddenly, thrusts getting sloppy before he sinks his teeth into Sunoo’s neck just centimeters from his scent gland and his hot release floods into him. Sunoo comes for the second time, then, too, chanting Sunghoon’s name and slamming his head into the marble, slick gushing down his thighs.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon pants, but before Sunoo even has a chance to catch his breath Sunghoon is sliding off the counter and taking Sunoo with him, hitching his thighs around his waist and slamming him against the wall next to the counter. Slick and cum drips out of his hole onto the floor but Sunghoon quickly slams his cock back in, burying his forehead into Sunoo’s shoulder to fuck him again.
Sunoo wraps his arms around Sunghoon’s neck and buries his head into the crook of his elbow to muffle his moans and cries— with the way Sunghoon is holding him against the wall his cock rubs against his belly with every thrust and heat is already building in his abdomen as a rapid pace. Everywhere Sunghoon touches him feels like a live wire, every time his cock slams into him a flood of slick drips to the floor below them. Sunoo’s body is so responsive to Sunghoon in a way it’s never been with any other partner before, like Sunghoon is his alpha and his alone.
“Want you to come for me again,” Sunghoon grunts, tangling one hand into the hair at the back of Sunoo’s head and pulling his face back. “And don’t cover your mouth, let me hear all the pretty little noises you make while I fuck you. Wanna know how good I make my omega feel.”
Sunoo squeezes his eyes shut as he comes again, cum splattering Sunghoon’s belly all the way to his chest— Sunghoon groans at the feeling of Sunoo’s hole clenching around his cock and then comes again, too, filling Sunoo with another hot load along with the first that rushes warm and hot inside of him.
“You fuck me so good, alpha,” Sunoo says, head lolling onto his shoulder as he comes down from his second orgasm. “No one fucks me like you do. Feels fucking incredible.”
Sunghoon is still rock hard inside of him, sliding his cock in and out slowly, giving Sunoo time to rest before he fucks him brutally again. Even in the middle of his rut Sunghoon takes such good care of him, never wants to push him too hard or do anything to hurt him.
Warmth floods Sunoo’s chest, a feeling he can’t quite place.
“Sun, I need to…” Sunghoon trails off brokenly, clenching his jaw as he jerks his hips forward again, making Sunoo gasp. “Please.”
“I won’t break, alpha.” Sunoo slides his hands to Sunghoon’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the skin. “You can be rough— you can fuck me hard, fast, deep, want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
The next few hours are a blur; they fuck against the wall, then on the couch, then on the stairs on the way up to the bedroom— Sunoo is fucked over and over and over, until his abdomen is splattered with his own cum and his belly is so full of Sunghoon’s release that it’s slightly distended, cum dribbling from his ass down his thighs every time it isn’t stuffed full of cock (which is very, very rare).
“Gonna mark you up and show everyone who you belong to,” Sunghoon growls into his neck. Sunoo is delirious, hazy, fucked-out; he doesn’t know how many orgasms either of them have had but it’s so many he isn’t even spurting cum anymore. “Gonna fill you so full of my cum you can’t even get out of bed, gonna breed you full of my pups until you’re heavy and swollen.”
He’s so sore — but despite how abused his body is it still somehow feels good, Sunghoon’s cock pushing into him and hitting all the right spots that make him squirm and dig his hands into the sheets.
Sunghoon’s rut will be ending soon, he can tell; the alpha has gotten more clarity over the past few hours, the look in his eyes less feral and more like his hyung.
Sunoo whimpers weakly, his voice completely shot from overuse. “Breed me, alpha,” he breathes, tangling his hand in Sunghoon’s hair and guiding him down to his collarbone to suck another bruise, already littered with a multicolored galaxy of hickies. He slides his hand down his wet, messy body, massaging the little bulge at his belly. Sunghoon watches as he does it, growling possessively as he thrusts into him a few more times before shuddering as he comes again, collapsing onto Sunoo’s tired, fucked-out body. His cock, finally soft for the first time all night, slides out of his hole, flooding the bed with cum.
They both lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and calming down. Sunoo is acutely aware of the fact that he feels absolutely disgusting, so covered in bodily fluids he doesn’t even remember what his own skin feels like.
“Hey,” he whispers after a few seconds, tenderly raking his hands through Sunghoon’s damp hair. “How are you feeling?” Sunghoon groans and it makes Sunoo giggle. “Yeah, same.”
“I should be the one asking you if you’re okay,” Sunghoon says. He pulls off Sunoo’s body and flops onto the bed beside him, wincing when he lands in a pile of sticky cum. “That must have been rough on you— I’m sorry. I… wasn’t completely in control.”
“I’ve had heats before, I know how it is,” Sunoo says, waving his hand weakly. His voice sounds like he just got home from a three-day concert. “You didn’t hurt me. You actually took… really good care of me.”
He turns to look Sunghoon in the eye and the alpha raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. It was… nice.”
Sunghoon nods nervously, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. There’s a pinch between his brows and Sunoo aches to reach out and smooth it.
Something has changed. Something feels… different.
Good different or bad different he doesn’t quite know yet. But now that they’re on the other side of this, he realizes that he was a fool to think that it could be hand waved away as “best friends helping each other out”.
Something sour snakes its way into his gut.
“I should go,” he says.
Sunghoon whips his head around, eyes wide. “Go? Wait, but— I need to help you get cleaned up. And maybe we can order some food and watch those movies we didn’t get to watch? I’m so sorry I ruined our plans with… with this, I really didn’t mean to and… god, I’m such an idiot.”
“What are you talking about? You aren’t an idiot. I was just helping you out. It’s kinda my fault you were in this mess to begin with.”
Sunghoon looks like he’s about to choke on his own tongue. “What do you mean your fault?”
“If I hadn’t pissed that alpha off and then scented you when I know you don’t like being scented… I should have realized you were sensitive to it and something like this would happen. I’m honestly the idiot— I should have respected your boundaries. I’m so sorry hyung.”
The more Sunoo talks the more the line between Sunghoon’s brow deepens. “You think I didn’t want you to scent me because I’m sensitive to smells?”
They blink at each other through the dim apartment lighting. It’s late morning; Sunghoon’s rut had lasted just a little bit over twelve hours.
“Yeah?”
Sunghoon sighs, long and deep.
“Sunoo, I didn’t want us to scent each other because I was afraid something like this would happen. I was afraid… doing something that intimate with you… would set my alpha off. And I was right.”
Sunoo cocks his head. “Why would that happen, though? We spend every second of every day together. Jay and Jungwon are literally dating and they scent each other constantly and it doesn’t trigger a rut so I guess I just… I don’t get it.”
Sunghoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yeah that’s— that’s the point, right? We practically act like a couple.”
“I wouldn’t say we act exactly like a couple.”
“We sleep in the same bed every night.”
“I’m not gonna make you sleep on the couch?”
“When we spend nights apart we send each other goodnight selfies and, like, twelve texts of hearts.”
“I mean, yeah, we miss each other. I don’t see how that makes us a couple. A couple of… bros… maybe.”
Okay, maybe Sunoo is just being stubborn.
“You did not,” Sunghoon groans. “Couple of bros me.”
“Okay that was… I made a lapse in judgment there. Please forget I ever said that.”
“Listen.” Sunghoon sits up on his knees, suddenly looking far more awake. Sunoo tries to follow suit but he winces when he tries to move his legs— when he glances down at himself his cheeks flare red hot at the sight, his belly swollen with Sunghoon’s cum and deep finger bruises and hickeys trailing down his entire body from neck to thigh. He pinches the edge of the sheet and pulls it over himself to keep the tiny bit of dignity he has left. “Do you remember what happened the day we met?”
Sunoo pokes his tongue in his cheek, thinking back. “Uhh, I was really drunk, so not really. We were at the bar… celebrating Jungwon’s birthday.”
“Right. And what did I do?”
“You came up to me and said hi.” Sunoo smiles at the memory. “You were so sweet. I was so used to creepy guys coming up to me all the time but you genuinely made me laugh. And when I made a comment that I wished dumb alphas would just buy me food instead of drinks you got me mozzarella sticks.”
“And I’ve gotten you mozzarella sticks every weekend since then, you better not forget it.”
Sunoo giggles, but he quickly remembers this is supposed to be a serious conversation and snaps his mouth shut. “What does this have to do with anything?”
“Why do you think I came up to you?”
Sunoo’s eyes glaze over as he slips deep into thought. “Uhh, I don’t know. Because I looked bored?”
“Because you looked hot, Sunoo.”
“I. What?”
“I was hitting on you.”
“Oh.”
Sunoo has definitely been missing some very crucial information about their friendship over the past five years. Maybe he really is as oblivious as Jungwon had thought.
“I came up to you… in a bar… and asked if you wanted a drink?”
“Yeah but… I had a boyfriend then.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend then.”
That makes perfect sense. Sunoo really can be dense sometimes.
“I honestly thought you were just a nice alpha who wanted to buy me mozzarella sticks.”
“Listen, Sun… don’t get me wrong.” Sunghoon scoots forward until his knees are pressed into Sunoo’s side, leaning down to look him in the eyes better. He has that same warm, calming expression he always has, the one that makes Sunoo feel like everything is going to be alright. “I’m so happy we’re best friends. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I was fine with being your best friend even though I had feelings for you, and then after you and that dickbag broke up I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we’d built. I wasn’t just trying to wait on the sidelines for you to be single. I’d never do something like that to you.”
Sunoo nods. “I know you wouldn’t.”
“And it’s fine. I don’t, like, pine— I’m happy to have you in my life. I love you. With or without a relationship. But we already blur the lines so much between being friends and boyfriends that I knew if we started doing things like scenting it would… well. You see.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sunoo asks. “You really thought it would ruin our friendship?”
“I’ve seen this kind of thing happen before.” Sunghoon absently lifts Sunoo’s hand from the bed and slides the pads of his fingers over his palm. “One friend has feelings and the other doesn’t and they try to make it work but it doesn’t. I couldn’t handle the heartbreak of losing my best friend just because I selfishly wanted to be with you.”
It’s a lot of information to handle at once. Sunoo stares down at where Sunghoon’s hands are caressing his, feeling such a nauseating mixture of emotions that he feels like he’s going to throw up if he has this conversation any longer.
“Sunghoon, listen… the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“I know.”
“But this is a lot of information to take in right now.”
Sunghoon nods. “I know,” he repeats.
“And I’m still covered and full of cum and I feel really disgusting and sticky and I would honestly love to have a shower and go home and sleep for two days before we continue discussing this. If that’s okay.”
Sunghoon blinks at him and for a second Sunoo is afraid he’s going to be upset, but then his eyes curl and he cracks a little smile. “You deserve that after what I put you through tonight.”
“Oh, don’t worry hyung.” Sunoo pulls himself into a sitting position, wincing at his sore muscles and the way Sunghoon’s cum sloshes inside of him. “I enjoyed it. A lot.”
Sunghoon’s little smile morphs into a straight-up shit eating grin. “If the noises you were making were any indication, I already know how much you liked it— "
Sunoo slaps him on the arm.
“ — ow! Why did you just hit me?”
Sunoo blows on his hand like a gun. “Say one more word and I’ll hit you again. And if you repeat that to Jungwon I’ll hit you in a much more sensitive area.”
Sunghoon shrinks back in mock indignation and the two of them immediately burst into laughter.
They strip the bed together and then Sunghoon manages to convince Sunoo to let him bathe him— It’s the least I can do as the alpha, he says. You took such good care of me during my rut, let me thank you for it.
Sunoo is afraid it’ll be weird but it’s actually… really nice, leaning back in the hot tub and letting Sunghoon wash all of the stickiness from his skin. Sunghoon cleans him as thoroughly as he’d fucked him, gently washing the bright purple bruises on his neck and thighs and even (to Sunoo’s embarrassment) helping him clean out the cum still leaking from his hole. Sunoo’s omega is sad to see the bulge in his belly shrink, having been comforted by being so full of the alpha’s release.
After he’s all washed up and dry, cheeks scrubbed pink and hair messy and damp, he helps himself to Sunghoon’s drawers— completely ignoring his own clothes that he stashes at his place— to find something to wear for the ride back home.
( “You better bring that back, that’s my favorite hoodie.”
“You said that about the last two hoodies I borrowed.”
“Yeah, because those were my favorites until they were stolen. I’m running out of good hoodies, Sun, please.” )
He takes the hoodie anyway, promising he’ll give this one back.
Both of them know he won’t. At this point half of Sunoo’s closet is Sunghoon’s stolen clothes.
Their goodbye is a little awkward, the thick, suffocating scent of rut pheromones still hanging in the air despite their desperate attempts to open the window and turn on all the fans in the house, but before long Sunoo is springing down the front steps and off to his car to head home to sleep for hopefully at least sixteen hours. God, he’s sore.
He’s nearly to his car when Sunghoon’s voice rings out behind him.
“Sun?”
Sunoo spins, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
Sunghoon wets his lips, curling his hands together. “We’re gonna be okay, right?”
He looks vulnerable. Scared. Sunghoon had never asked him any questions straight up but Sunoo still knows he needs to give him an answer and he needs to give it fast, but he also knows it’s important for him to detox from the rut pheromones to make sure the alpha voodoo isn’t impairing his judgment. It’s a big decision.
“There isn’t a single universe where the two of us aren’t alright hyung,” Sunoo says, tossing a little wave over his shoulder before sliding into the car.
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Sunghoon hasn’t seen Sunoo in two days.
They haven’t even texted. He feels like he’s crawling out of his skin— his camera roll is full of good morning, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and goodnight selfies he’d taken at all hours of the day before realizing he shouldn’t send them because Sunoo needs space.
This is exactly why he didn’t want to tell him about his feelings. Because at the end of the day, one friend being in love with the other friend doesn’t ever work out. Life just isn’t fair like that. Sunghoon should have just been happy with what he had, should have just sat down and eaten his food and pretended like everything was fine and that he wasn’t terrified that one day he was going to wake up and Sunoo was going to tell him he found a new alpha to date.
He had frequent nightmares about it, in fact. It was a really bad time.
Their relationship might be slightly codependent, but the two of them like it that way so it’s never been a problem. Some space away is always good to reassess the situation. It’s fine. Everything will be fine.
(And if he’s been checking his phone and stalking Sunoo’s twitter, like, five hundred times a day that’s his business and no one elses’s).
The doorbell rings.
Sunghoon pauses, hand gripped around the spatula he’s using to toss around his modest cleaning-out-the-fridge-day fried rice dinner. He isn’t expecting any packages, no one ever comes over to his place because it’s the smallest, and Sunoo has his own key so he usually lets himself in.
He turns off the stove and wipes his hands on a towel as he crosses the apartment, unlocking the door and flinging it open in one swift motion.
It’s both a surprise and not a surprise to see Sunoo standing in the doorframe, eyes bright and beaming with a megawatt smile spread over his face. He looks much better than he had when Sunghoon last saw him, but a quick glance at his collar reveals the faded reminders of the bruises Sunghoon had left all over his body just a couple of days before.
“I heard you don’t have any plans tonight,” Sunoo says coyly, leaning against Sunghoon’s door frame. He’s dressed nice yet casual, jeans tucked into black boots and a v-neck made from soft material clinging to his frame, black sunglasses perched on his soft hair. “You wanna do something?”
Sunghoon opens his mouth. Closes it again.
“Sunoo,” he breathes. “Sorry, I’m just… surprised you’re here.”
Sunoo smiles, plucking the sunglasses from his head so he can nervously run his hand through his hair. The familiar vanilla-peach scent wafts into the apartment and Sunghoon finds himself taking an extra deep breath to savor it. “If you thought I was going to disappear forever you’re sorely mistaken, alpha. Now do you want to hear what our plans are for tonight or not?”
“Hit me.”
“Well, I just so happened to make a little visit to our alma mater yesterday and informed a certain dean— who loves me, by the way, I’m sure you remember— about a group of students who seem to think it’s funny to harass omegas in the on-campus coffee shop. He was very shocked to hear that their star football player is actually a disgusting fucking pig. Imagine that.”
Sunghoon’s lips pop open. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did.” Sunoo holds up the jacket in his hand and Sunghoon instantly recognizes it as his old Letterman jacket, PARK SUNGHOON stitched into the back with red thread. “I thought maybe we could go see how much of a hilarious failure tonight’s game is?”
Sunghoon’s heart soars at the prospect of spending the evening with Sunoo. He missed him so, so much.
“I was just going to sit at home and eat my sad refrigerator leftover fried rice so I am absolutely in.”
“Perfect!” Sunoo tosses the letterman jacket at Sunghoon and claps his hands together, a smile spreading across his face. “Also, hey— one more thing?”
“Huh?”
Sunoo steps over the threshold of Sunghoon’s apartment, winds his arms around his neck, and kisses him.
It’s like everything cliche that he ever imagined in storybooks— fireworks, hearts exploding, warmth rushing from his head to his toes. Sunoo tastes the way he smells, kisses like Sunghoon is made of glass, and when they part there’s a look in his eyes that Sunghoon could definitely get used to.
“I thought maybe we could head back to that bar we met at hyung,” he says, a coy smile on his lips. “We can make tonight all about rewriting history, yeah? The way it should have gone to begin with.”
They do.
(When Jungwon walks in on them two days later making out on the couch, he screams at the top of his lungs with joy— as it turns out, he’s had a long-running bet with Jay about the two of them getting together and he’s now five hundred dollars richer.)