Archive of Our Own

It’s Wednesday afternoon, 2:45 p.m. Why so specific? Well, Jake is counting down the hours until he gets to watch Faker’s livestream at 8 p.m. His idol might not play the usual League of Legends, but Jake knows very well that he’d happily watch Faker stare at paint drying and still feel satisfied.

He swings his legs over the edge of his bed, continuing to doom-scroll on his phone, occasionally refreshing the page to see if any Engenes have posted on Weverse (he’s 100% sure there’s always something new). Chewing on his bottom lip, Jake can’t help but wonder what his other bandmates are up to, especially since it’s only their first month back after completing the Walk the Line tour.

Exiting out of Weverse, he takes his time typing out a long, drawn-out message to Jungwon and Sunoo, who are supposedly at the dorm as well. But he can’t be too sure—it’s been a hot minute since he last saw the two together doing whatever it is they usually do. Humming a soft tune, Jake decides that not only will he message them to see where they’re at, but he might as well crash both of their rooms later to see what’s up.

Jake:
2:47 p.m.
Wya guys

Jungwon:
2:47 p.m.
(read)

Sunoo:
2:47 p.m.
(read)

Jake raises a brow. There’s no way the two unpresented members are ignoring him and leaving ENHYPEN’s one and only omega on read! He knows countless people would kill to text a bored omega, yet his own bandmates would rather not give a fuck? That’s diabolical behavior.

He huffs and sends out another message or two.

Jake:
2:49 p.m.
I see cats got our tongues today
Well that’s ok bc I’m bored and I wanna do something

Jungwon:
2:50 p.m.
hyung

Noticing the small ping from the same chat, Jake giggles as he scrolls down, only to see Jungwon as the sole responder.

Jungwon:
2:50 p.m.
Sunoo and I are busy setting up something
Are u that bored to be bothering us? Go bother Jay hyung or something

Jake:
2:51 p.m.
???
Can I help?

Sunoo:
2:51 p.m.
Not rly hyung
Like tldr I think both of us are about to present soon

Jake’s eyes widen at Sunoo’s last message. How the fuck can they be so nonchalant about this? He sputters in disbelief as he jumps up, not forgetting to grab his phone. He speed-walks over to Jungwon’s room and, without missing a beat, opens the door.

Inside, the two younger members are seated comfortably, chatting happily. They turn to face Jake, who looks more puzzled than ever.

“Hi…?”

“Wait—didn’t you just say you guys might be presenting? In the chat, I mean. What do you mean you don’t need help? Isn’t it painful?” Jake fires off question after question, barely giving them room to breathe as he grips the doorframe for support. How is he supposed to stay calm when Jungwon and Sunoo are sitting there perfectly still, staring back at him wide-eyed?

Jungwon scratches the back of his neck nervously, meeting Jake’s large brown eyes, which are clouded with worry. He clears his throat, hoping his omega hyung will release relieved pheromones once he explains.

“Um… we’re not in any sort of pain at all, hyung. It’s more like—”

“We’re horny and about to enter our first rut. C’mon, Jungwon, you really need to say it with your chest,” Sunoo sighs, leaning back with his arms stretched behind him. He flexes his biceps just enough for Jake to glance down and blink before forcing himself to look away—first at Jungwon’s restless fingers, then at his face.

“O–oh. So… do you two need anything? In particular? Like, uh, water? Ramen?” Jake chokes out softly, holding back the unspoken or maybe me? He knows it’s not the right time to bare his scent glands to the young, presenting alphas just yet. He has to control himself before he completely loses control.

Sunoo shakes his head and leans forward, resting his arms on his knees—an action that makes Jake desperately wish he were the one between them, spreading them open as he swallowed up Sunoo’s cock—

“Hyung? You good?”

“Huh?”

“You look tired. I just said we’re good for now. Maybe when everyone’s back from their errands later, we can do something together. We can build a nest?”

“Yeah—yeah, sure. That sounds… really great. I’m just gonna head back to my room then.” Jake shuffles back a few steps, and just as he turns to leave, Jungwon speaks up again.

“Mhm, okay hyung. We’ll see you in a bit—can you close the door before you leave?”

Jake closes the door quietly, trying to keep his composure as blood rushes to every part of his body. How can his instincts react this quickly to the idea of his group possibly having six alphas, instead of defaulting to maternal, protective instincts toward the two members who were once betas?

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Jake decides against returning to his room. Instead, he heads for the washroom wedged between Heeseung and Sunghoon’s rooms—something that should keep his mental state zen, at least for now.

⧫

Jake turned on the faucet, hoping the ice cold water would wake him up from this hormonal mess that his mind was trying to process all at once. He closed his eyes as he lowered his flushed face into the sink, using his hands to bring the cool liquid to his face. Splashing a few times, he straightened his back and stood to face the mirror that showed a very wet in the face Jake before himself. 

‘Well at least it did something alright,’ he thought as he felt his face heat up once more, as his mind drifted off to Sunoo’s biceps and Jungwon’s muscular and veiny hands. How Jake wanted their hands and arms all over him was a definite thought as he felt his hole clench around nothing. Figuring it might just be the hormones, Jake started to stew with his thoughts as he turned to open the door. Only for the door to open itself and reveal a startled Ni-Ki who hovered over the omega.

“Woah hyung! I didn’t know you were still using the washroom—”

Jake didn’t even respond as Ni-Ki stopped right before him, talking about how the shorter male scared him half to death. He just needed something to distract him… and that could be anything—or even anyone. His face was still wet, but warming slower as the water droplets seemed to make Jake more determined for something.

“Ni-Ki.”

Poor Ni-Ki, the taller male was still trying to justify why he needed to use the washroom before Jake shut the door behind him.

“Wait hyung let me leave so you can use the washroom or something!”

“No. I need… you to stay here with me for a bit.” Ni-ki’s forehead creased. He wasn’t used to hearing his precious omega hyung say that - unless he was entering.. Heat?

“Wait no hyung, I think you might be entering heat!”

‘I’m not!” Jake hissed out as he shut his eyes closed. He needed something to distract him from thinking any more impure thoughts about the unpresented members that he used to dote on. He opened them again, and this time he got on his knees and placed his hands on Ni-Ki’s hip bones, preparing to give the younger alpha some nice fucking head to distract himself.

“Ni-Ki, I’m not entering heat. I just need… something to suck on. Won’t you let me suck you? Please… you know how I am when I need something..” Ni-ki looked down, and gulped. Jake was begging, and pouting with his beautiful pink lips out. He knew better than anyone that Ni-Ki couldn’t say no to Jake. 

Not when the omega is needy for something thick and meaty.

Ni-Ki reached out to pet Jake’s soft hair, as he felt himself grow a tent in his grey sweats. Jake smiled up at Ni-Ki, whose eyes were now clouded with nothing but the urge to get his dick wet. He nuzzled his cheek and breathed in deeply on Ni-Ki’s tent, mouth salivating at the thought of having some delectable cock as a distraction - what a great mental suggestion, Jake thought to himself. 

He latched his mouth onto the head of the younger alpha’s cock, or where it should be at least. And he started to breathe hot air onto to the fabric, and released his personal aroused pheromones out to signify that the omega is infact, ready to get nasty with the alpha in the washroom. Not that the other members would sense from outside the room. Jake hooked his fingers onto the elastic band of the blonde before him, and dragged it down at a pace that was slow enough for Ni-Ki to growl at Jake who let out a giggle.

“So impatient. Just let hyung suck you off, yeah?”

Ni-Ki grunted as a reply as Jake continued to pull his sweats down. As soon as the sweats met the tiled floor, Jake chattered through his teeth from excitement. Ni-Ki’s shaft stood proudly against his toned abs, and bits of his pre-cum pooled at the tip. Jake brought his lips over and licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, before swallowing the blonde’s dick whole; essentially deep throating the cock and feeling the girth reach his uvula. Ni-Ki breathed out of his teeth with short hisses each time he saw how his hyung would hollow his cheeks.

“F-Fuck… Jake-hyung-,” 

Unable to speak with Ni-ki’s cock in his mouth, that occasionally pulsed, Jake can only grab the taller male by the waist using his clammy hands. Squeezing his waist whenever he choked and reproduced more spit from his mouth, Jake looked up with tears in his eyes threatening to fall as he struggled to breathe through his nose. The taste of salty pre-cum lingered in the back of his throat, and Jake found it difficult to not imagine how Sunoo and Jungwon would taste. 

“Hyung, what’s your pretty head thinking about this time? Hmm?” 

Snapping back to the current reality, Jake widened his eyes as Ni-Ki gave him a dark look. Using his right hand, he grabbed the base of Jake’s soft hair by the roots, and squeezed ever so gently, and just as Jake thought it was a moment of truth for him to be disciplined by the alpha, the taller male starts to face-fuck the kneeling omega relentlessly.

‘?!’ 

The speed that Ni-Ki was going at was so fast that Jake’s pretty sure if he went to see the dentist the next day, everyone can tell he was giving some hardass head. 

Sputtering nothing but spit and pre-cum, Jake hollowed his cheeks more for the blonde. 

“Ngh.. Yeah you love getting manhandled don’t you baby..! Fuck, I love your mouth so much—Ah fuck, I might cum..!”

‘Ah, he’s close,’ Jake thought as he closed his eyes, accepting his fate as Ni-Ki continues to face fuck him further. With both hands grabbing at Jake’s hair now, Ni-Ki releases his dominant pheromones out; just enough to send the omega within Jake into submission as his own eyes roll back to the back of his head.

“God your mouth! It keeps sucking me in—oh my god..! I’m cumming hyung, I’m going to fill your throat up with my cum..!” 

Jake hollowed his cheeks more, swallowing every 2 seconds for the pre-cum and spit which would dribble out from the corners of his lips every now and then. Then the orgasm hit Ni-Ki, making stiffen his hold on Jake’s scalp as his cock pulsated within the omega’s mouth. Jake felt the hot ropes of cum enter his mouth which he greedily swallowed up. The taste of the younger bandmate’s semen was so, so bitter; enough for him to gag on the alpha’s cock, if it weren’t for Ni-Ki’s strict hold on his poor hair. Jake’s tongue lay flat beneath the younger alpha’s shaft, occasionally licking the sides of the cock and his own teeth, begging for some sensation. 

Ni-Ki let out a content sigh as he released Jake’s hair from his clutch. He traced the side of the omega’s jawline with his left hand in a gentle manner, before pulling out of Jake’s mouth—revealing the alpha’s now softened dick, which he held in his right hand before slapping it a few times on Jake’s face.

“Now that, was some good fucking head hyung.”

Jake’s jaw ached so badly that he couldn’t respond with the same snark that Ni-Ki had. Closing his mouth and opening it a few more times, Jake looked up the half naked man who kept slapping his dick at Jake.

“My throat hurts.”

“Hmm? Yeah? Is that your only complaint?” Jake shook his head and nuzzled into Ni-Ki’s bush as the younger alpha continued to swat his shaft against the side of his face.

“Please stop hitting me with your dick.”

Ni-Ki let out a deep-voiced giggle and lowered his body, scooping the omega into his arms so Jake was no longer kneeling—but standing, with absolutely no feeling left in his legs or jaw.

“Okay, my bad, hyung. Here—let me help you wash up before the other guys see how fucked you look,” Ni-Ki hummed as he turned to grab a damp cloth from the towel rack, gently wiping down his beloved hyung.

Jake gripped both sides of the ceramic sink and stared straight into his reflection. And by God—and Ni-Ki—the younger alpha was right. He looked utterly fucked out. Anyone could smell the lingering aroused pheromones clinging to him, and the flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded expression he wore were enough to make any presenting alpha swoon and want to mark him.

He let Ni-Ki wipe the sweat from his face as his gaze drifted—unhelpfully—back down to Ni-Ki’s dick. It wasn’t his fault, really. It was his intrusive thoughts, his raging hormones, and his overwhelming need to get fucked one way or another. Would his ’02 bandmates yell at him later? Probably. Jake swallowed thickly, missing the way Ni-Ki had fucked his throat and handled him like a pocket pussy so much that he almost wished it still hurt—just enough to remind him what he was capable of.

“Okay, hyung, I’m gonna go grab another pair of sweats now since you got mine dirty, ’aight?”

“Mhm…”

Ni-Ki raised a brow at Jake, who could only nod dumbly. “You good? You wanna stay in my room for now?”

“Mhm…”

Ni-Ki sighed as the omega responded only with hums and soft grunts. He bent down and lifted Jake bridal-style, instructing the shorter male to open the door as they navigated through the dorm toward his room. 

Just as they stepped out into the hall, they passed Jungwon’s room—which was somehow left open.

Jake didn’t remember leaving it that way, but he didn’t say anything. He only nuzzled deeper into Ni-Ki’s chest while the younger alpha muttered something under his breath about not having the strength to make it all the way to his room.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

“Oh… hey, Ni-Ki.”

Ni-Ki slowed.

“And Jake hyung?”

Sunoo stood in Jungwon’s doorway. The cheerfulness he’d worn earlier was gone, replaced by something far more controlled—his eyes sharp as they took in the sight before him. Jake, limp and pliant in Ni-Ki’s arms. The way his head lolled slightly against Ni-Ki’s shoulder. The faint, unmistakable scent clinging to him.

The hallway felt tighter. Charged.

Jake couldn’t even manage to say hi back—his throat was still raw, his thoughts foggy—but Sunoo didn’t seem to need a response anyway. His gaze lingered for a second too long before flicking back up to Ni-Ki’s face.

“…You busy?” Sunoo asked, voice even, though the tension beneath it was anything but.

Ni-Ki let out a short huff. “Was about to grab new sweats. He kinda—” He adjusted his grip on Jake unconsciously. “Yeah.”

Sunoo nodded once, already stepping aside and opening Jungwon’s door wider. “I can take him for now. Jungwon won’t mind. You go do what you need.” The words were polite. The implication wasn’t.

Ni-Ki hesitated, eyes flicking down to Jake. “You okay with that, hyung?”

Jake gave a small, absent hum—too tired, too aware of the sudden shift in the air to process much else.

Sunoo’s jaw tightened just slightly at that before he stepped closer, careful, deliberate. “I’ve got him,” he said, softer now, arms already lifting to take Jake’s weight. “Go on.”

Ni-Ki studied him for a beat, then nodded. “I’ll be back.”

As Ni-Ki turned and disappeared down the hall, Sunoo adjusted Jake against his chest with a steadiness that felt practiced—protective, almost possessive. The door to Jungwon’s room closed behind them with a quiet click, sealing the tension inside.

Jake barely registered it.

Sunoo did.

⧫

Sunoo didn’t say anything as he carried Jake inside. Jungwon was already there, sitting quietly.

He stood near the foot of the bed, posture stiff the moment the door shut behind them. His eyes flicked to Jake first—then to Sunoo—and then back again, pupils blown wide as the scent hit him full force.

Omega.
Spent.
Still warm with another alpha’s claim.

The room felt smaller instantly.

“…Hyung,” Jungwon said quietly, more a breath than a greeting.

Jake barely managed a sound in response as Sunoo eased him down onto the bed. Jungwon’s bed. The sheets crumpled beneath him, already beginning to trap the lingering pheromones in the air.

Sunoo straightened slowly, shoulders squared. Jungwon noticed the way his jaw was clenched, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was resisting the urge to touch—or to assert his own scent over the omega’s body.

“You smell,” Sunoo remarked. Not accusatory. Just observational.

Jake swallowed. “Sorry.”

That only made it worse. Jungwon exhaled sharply through his nose and turned away just long enough to grab one of the spare blankets folded neatly on the chair. When he came back, his movements were deliberate—measured in the way only an alpha trying to keep control could manage.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jungwon said, voice low. “Just… stay still.”

The command landed heavier than it should have.

Jake obeyed immediately.

Sunoo watched that happen, eyes darkening. He stepped closer to the bed, close enough that Jake could feel the heat of him without being touched. Sunoo leaned down just enough to press a hand into the mattress beside Jake’s hip—not on him, but close. Close enough to cage.

“You didn’t even think about covering your scent,” Sunoo murmured. “Did you?”

Jake shook his head weakly.

Jungwon laid the blanket over Jake next, not covering him completely; just enough to begin building something intentional around him. Enough to contain—no, but to create space without claiming his soft skin.

“We’ll handle it,” Jungwon said, quieter now. Possessive in a way that didn’t need to raise its voice. “You’re staying here.”

Sunoo reached for another pillow, placing it near Jake’s side, subtly boxing him in. Nesting—not frantic, not rushed. But controlled within their influence and power.

Two newly presented alphas. One omega.
And neither of them willing to back down.

Jake’s breath hitched as the weight of their attention settled over him—not hands, not yet, but presence. Authority. Expectation.

Sunoo finally met Jungwon’s eyes over Jake’s body. A silent exchange passed between them—territory negotiated, boundaries drawn.

Jungwon nodded once.

Sunoo’s lips twitched, just barely.

“Rest,” Sunoo told Jake softly, fingers brushing the blanket this time, intentional but restrained. “We’ve got you.”

And Jake did.

Jake wakes slowly.

Not with a jolt—no panic, no urgency—but with the heavy awareness of being surpressed. Warmth pressed in from all sides. The air was thick, layered with familiar scents that weren’t his alone anymore.

Jake sensed alphas—two of them to be exact. Who were they though? He needed to wake up a bit more, and let his omega find out for him. His lashes flutter open to a dim room, the curtains half-drawn. Jungwon’s bed dips slightly beneath his weight, pillows arranged around him in a way that feels… deliberate. Intentional.

“Mm…?” Jake murmurs, voice rough from sleep. “What time is it?” Neither alpha answers right away.

Sunoo is seated at the edge of the bed, close enough that his thigh brushes Jake’s knee. Jungwon stands near the dresser, arms crossed, gaze sharp and assessing like he’s been awake the entire time Jake hasn’t.

“You don’t need to worry about time,” Jungwon says finally. 

Jake blinks. “…Oh. I was just—should I go make dinner? You guys haven’t eaten yet, right?”

The room stills. Sunoo’s head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing—not angry, not amused. Something deeper. More possessive.

“No,” he says immediately.

Jungwon echoes him a second later. “Absolutely not.”

Jake startles at how fast they shut it down. “I—I mean, I don’t mind—”

“You’re not doing anything for us right now,” Jungwon interrupts, tone firm. He steps closer to the bed, presence alone enough to make Jake’s shoulders press back into the pillows. “You’re resting.”

Sunoo shifts, finally sitting fully beside Jake. Their knees touch now. He reaches out—not to grab, not to pull—but to turn Jake’s hand palm-up between them. His thumb begins tracing slow, idle circles against the soft skin. A grounding touch. Jake’s breath hitches despite himself.

Before he can say anything else;

Knock knock.

All three of them freeze.

“Hey,” Jay’s voice filters through the door. “You guys seen Jake?”

Jake inhales sharply, about to respond—

“Nah,” Sunoo answers smoothly, not even looking away from Jake’s hand. His thumb keeps moving, unhurried. “I think Jake went to do something after Ni-Ki took care of him really well in the washroom earlier.”

Jake’s eyes widen.

They know?

Sunoo glances at him then—just briefly—and there’s something knowing in the curve of his mouth. Not judgment. Not jealousy.

Awareness.

“Oh,” Jay says after a beat. “Is that so?”

Jungwon doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. But his scent deepens subtly in the room, spreading like a quiet warning.

“Yeah,” Sunoo continues lightly. His thumb presses a little firmer into Jake’s palm, not enough to hurt—just enough to remind him he’s being held. “If he comes back later, we’ll let him know you were looking.”

There’s a pause on the other side of the door. “…Okay,” Jay replies slowly. “Well, if you see him—can you scent your new scents on him?”

As if they haven’t already.

Sunoo’s thumb stills for half a second. Jungwon exhales through his nose, amused—dangerously so.

“Already handled,” Jungwon answers coolly.

Jay hums. “Figured. Night, then.”

Footsteps fade.

The silence that follows is heavier than before.

Sunoo finally laces his fingers gently with Jake’s, grounding him again. “You okay?” he asks softly—but the question carries weight. He needed to let Jake know that he still had the option to choose—since once he chooses, there’s no way going back after all.

Jake swallows, pulse loud in his ears. He nods, voice barely there. “…Yeah.”

Jungwon steps closer, looming but not touching. “You stay where you are,” he says, not as a command—but an invitation he knows Jake won’t refuse. “If you want anything… you ask.”

Jake’s breath stutters. He nods again.

Sunoo squeezes his hand once, slow and deliberate.

“Good omega,” he murmurs—not ownership.

Permission granted.

⧫

Back in the kitchen of their dorm, stood Heeseung who happened to be in the middle of making a little snack for himself. And that was when he noticed it. At first, he thinks it’s just Jake—soft cottonflower and bergamot, familiar enough that his shoulders loosen automatically. Comforting. Home.

But then he frowns.

The scent isn’t clean the way it usually is. It’s layered. Clouded. Wrapped in something warmer, heavier—two somethings, actually. New alpha pheromones, still sharp around the edges, not fully settled yet. Sunoo and Jungwon.

He pauses mid–snack prep, knife hovering uselessly over a half-cut apple.

‘…Ah.’ That explains a lot. He exhales through his nose, more amused than alarmed. New presenting alphas tended to go a little feral when it came to protecting what they cared about, and Jake—sweet, attentive Jake—had always been an easy center of gravity.

Heeseung glances briefly toward Jungwon’s closed door down the hall. ‘They’re probably nesting with his clothes,’ he thinks absently. Hoodies, sweaters—anything that smells like him, tucked away to soak up familiarity. A textbook move when presenting as alphas.

He finishes slicing the apple, plates it neatly, and decides—wisely—not to involve himself.

Sometimes it’s better to leave it alone than being all too curious, and Heeseung decided it’s time for him to enjoy his snack. As he plates the apple slices, he hums a new tune for a song he was thinking about producing, before shuffling past the living room where Ni-Ki and Sunghoon can be seen lounging about.

Ni-Ki is sprawled across the couch like he owns the place. Sunghoon is unfortunate enough to be sitting within earshot.

“So yeah,” Ni-Ki says casually, tossing an arm over the back of the couch, “Hyung was gone. Completely pliant. I had to carry him after.”

Sunghoon grimaces. “Why are you telling me this.”

“Because it was impressive,” Ni-Ki continues, undeterred. “I mean, I was face-fucking him—with consent, obviously—and my god his mouth felt just like the Tenga egg, and when he started to have tears in his eyes I personally combusted! And—,”

“I don’t need to hear about Jake like that,” Sunghoon snaps, covering his ears with a cushion “I really don’t.”

Ni-Ki laughs, loud and obnoxious. “You’re just jealous.”

“I’m protective,” Sunghoon corrects. “There’s a difference.”

Ni-Ki grins. “Sure there is.”

Sunghoon groans. “Please stop talking.”

⧫

The room is unbearably warm.

Jungwon loosens his collar for the third time before giving up entirely, shrugging out of his hoodie and tossing it aside. His presentation has his body running hot—too hot—and the scent in the room isn’t helping.

Enter Jake.

Jake, who’s wrapped in blankets that now smell unmistakably like them.

Sunoo is quiet beside the bed, back straight, posture relaxed in a way that’s deceptive. Controlled. His presence alone presses into the room like a weight. Jungwon exhales slowly and rolls his sleeves up next, forearms exposed, scent deepening without him meaning to.

“We should rotate the blankets later,” Sunoo says calmly. “They’ll hold better if we layer them.”

Jungwon nods. “I’ll take the hoodie. It’s thicker.”

Neither of them look at Jake when they say it. That’s the problem. Jake is very much awake—and very much listening. His throat feels tight, saliva gathering unhelpfully as he watches them move around him like he’s something precious they’re discussing ownership of without ever asking.

Not touching. Not yet. Just deciding. Perhaps, even negotiating using unspoken words and gestures.

Jungwon steps closer to the bed, adjusting the edge of a blanket with precise fingers. Sunoo shifts too, sitting nearer, knee brushing Jake’s thigh in a way that feels intentional even if it’s subtle.

Jake swallows.

“…You know I can hear you,” he murmurs hoarsely.

Both alphas still. Sunoo’s eyes flick to him first, dark and unreadable. Jungwon follows, gaze steady, observing—not apologetic.

“We know,” Sunoo says simply.

Jungwon’s voice is lower when he adds, “We’re not hiding anything from you.” The heat spikes.

Jake’s pulse jumps, instincts flaring at the quiet authority in their tones. He doesn’t move—can’t—but his body responds anyway, breath shallow, attention fixed. Sunoo reaches out at last—not to grab, not to pull—just to rest his fingers lightly over Jake’s wrist. Jungwon watches closely as the room holds its breath.

Jake doesn’t pull away.

As the clock somewhere within Jungwon’s room ticks on, Jake lies there between them with Sunoo seated too close at his side, Jungwon standing near the foot of the bed—and the longer they stay quiet, the more exposed he feels. It makes his skin itch.

He shifts beneath the blankets, a small movement meant to ease the heat crawling up his spine. The room smells too full now—his cottonflower and bergamot pressed deep into the bedding, tangled with the newer, heavier alpha scents that refuse to dissolve.

Sunoo notices the shift immediately. His gaze flicks down—not sharp, not possessive—but attentive. Jungwon doesn’t look at all, which somehow makes it worse.

Jake swallows and pushes himself up onto his elbows. “It’s… hot,” he murmurs, more to the room than to them.

Sunoo hums, low. “It is.”

Jungwon exhales slowly, scent deepening in response—not flaring, not aggressive, but intentional. Jake’s fingers curl into the hem of his hoodie before he can stop himself. He hesitates, glancing between them. Neither tells him to stop. So he pulls it off. The fabric slides over his head and is immediately reclaimed by the room—his scent blooming fresh, unshielded. Sunoo’s jaw tightens just slightly. Jungwon finally looks up.

The attention hits all at once. Jake’s breath stutters. He shifts again, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, peeling them down just enough to escape the heat pooling low in his body. He isn’t trying to be provocative—not consciously, at least.

But the thought slips in anyway; unwanted and persistent.

I’ve never seen them lose control.

Sunoo’s voice cuts through the fog. “You’re moving a lot.” It wasn’t a reprimand nor was it a remark to to scold him. Yet Jake freezes. “...Sorry.” He mutters in a soft voice. Jungwon steps closer then—not looming, but present in a way that claims space. His scent follows him, warmer now, settling over Jake like a weight meant to ground rather than smother.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jungwon says quietly. “But if you’re uncomfortable, say that.”

Jake’s throat works. He nods, then shakes his head, then lets out a breathless laugh. “I just—feel like you’re both… watching me.”

Sunoo tilts his head. “We aren’t.” The honesty in it disarms him.

“But,” Sunoo continues, softer, “we are aware of you as alphas now.” Jake’s pulse jumps.

He looks at Sunoo then, really looks—and something reckless curls in his chest. He leans just a little closer, voice low, testing. “You’re very calm for someone who smells like this.” Sunoo stills.

Jungwon’s eyes narrow—not in anger. But it became a warning.

Sunoo doesn’t rise to it. Instead, he reaches out and adjusts the blanket again, drawing it up over Jake’s legs, enclosing him without pinning him down. “Careful,” Sunoo murmurs. “You’re not being scolded at or anything. But you are being kept.” The word lands heavy. 

Jungwon adds, voice firm and grounding, “And we don’t need you performing for us.”

Jake’s cheeks burn.

But instead of pulling back, he nods; slow, deliberate. His body settles, movements easing as the tension shifts from frantic to focused. Sunoo leans closer—not touching—but close enough that his scent deepens again, brushing Jake’s senses like a quiet claim.

“Stay,” Sunoo states. Jake exhales and lets himself sink back into the bed, surrounded, contained.

An intrusive thought begins poking around and about in Jake’s mind—just what if he did ‘perform’ for these alphas anyways? It’s not like he’s doing it to rile up Sunghoon or Jay, which he knows the punishment by the other ‘02 alphas would hurt more knowing how their personalities are. He starts humming a tune which caught the attention of Jungwon, but as the younger male chose to go about things, he refused to let his body face Jake. 

Fine by him, really. 

Jake starts pulling off his shirt, the only article that kept him shielded from the hungry alpha’s eyes. As he tossed his shirt aside, he rolls over on his stomach which he felt the stare from Sunoo deepen. As new scents of cool moss & musk blossom around him, Jake knew that had to come from Sunoo’s scenting.

“Sunoo, could you massage my shoulders then? They really hurt..,” Sunoo chuckled, as Jake whined.

“Why? Shouldn’t your jaw and throat hurt—since you let yourself get face fucked by our maknae?” 

“Huhhh? What makes you say that?”

Sunoo sighs as he gets on top of Jake’s ass, pressing his growing bulge in between his cheeks as he traced both his hands from the shoulders to Jake’s waist line. “I say that since your voice keeps cracking, baby.”

Jake burrows his face deeper into the cushion that smelled just like Jungwon. He whimpers as he felt Sunoo’s clothed bulge shift in between his naked ass cheeks. ‘Just a little more,’ he thought to himself as he arched his ass higher, ‘i just need either one to react—’ 

And he was oh so close, until he felt a familiar stinging reaction that can only be felt when the palm of a hand meets his soft supple skin—which was his ass in this case. Letting out a yelp, he turns his head to the side where his eyes met a rather angry bulbous tip threatening to let out droplets of pre-cum right before his face.

“W-wha—?” Jake’s spit starts drooling out instantaneously. The image of Jungwon’s cock is embedded into his horny mind, as Jungwon grabs Jake’s hair by the roots—giving the omega a sense of deja vu as Ni-Ki had done to him earlier in the washroom. A snarl left Jungwon as Jake opened his mouth to say something, only for the tip of Jungwon’s cock to enter instead.

Muffled groans left Jake’s mouth as he looked up at Jungwon who wore a hot and bothered expression on his face. He never knew Jungwon could do that—be annoyed at him and fuck it straight out of him.

“Why are you such a fucking brat huh?” Jungwon spat.

Jake moaned, sending additional vibrations up the younger alpha’s cock. 

“You’re so fucking annoying, I really need to shut you up with my dick. How irritating,” Jungwon thrusted forward, enough for Jake to breathe out into his pubes. Now Jake didn’t forget he was still under Sunoo, infact, he made sure to grind his asscheeks even higher—enough to get Sunoo growling and act up at him too.

“Hyung, you’re just trying to get me to fuck you aren’t you,” Sunoo trailed the tips of his fingers against Jake’s spine, making him shiver ever so slightly. “Well guess what! You’re getting it good by me and Jungwon. Whether you like it or not.” 

And all of a sudden, the same weight that was sitting on Jake’s ass disappeared momentarily, and came back with a familiar yet wet sensation. The omega felt his legs separate by Sunoo’s soft hands, and before he can process what is to come, Jungwon starts fucking his mouth as fast as he can possibly go. 

“Hollow your cheeks more, you brat.” 

Jake struggled to, yet the pace was unrealistically fast that he couldn’t keep up with whatever the younger alpha commanded. He ended up choking a few times, bringing tears to his eyes—and instinctively, Jake tried to pull away—but to no avail since Jungwon’s grip on his hair was rock solid. 

“Where d’you think you’re goin’ sweet heart?” Jake shuddered. 

Jungwon’s sneering at him from above was one of the most heavenly things he had ever witnessed. Enough for him to start humping the bed underneath him—needing any sort of friction as he needed something—anything, to get him to cum. And almost as if it’s on cue, Sunoo hooks his strong biceps from under Jake’s thighs and begins eating him out. The pleasure from both sides was too much for him! He needed a form of release, oh so desperately.

“I don’t think so.” Jungwon let go of Jake’s hair, and pulled out of his mouth. Still covered in spit and nothing but pre-cum smeared all over his face, Jake gasped deep breaths of air. Blinking not once, but twice at the alpha before him who held a sinister expression in his eyes, Jake felt his upper torso get lifted before Jungwon slid in beneath him. Now the poor omega is sandwiched between Jungwon—whose lap was now acting as Jake’s pillow, and his legs caging Jake’s arms from touching his own cock—and Sunoo, who’s going feral at eating his poor asshole out. 

Letting out a wanton moan, Jake couldn’t help but arch his back higher and higher—until Sunoo shut it down by pulling his thighs lower.

“Ngh! Not there—I need to touch myself, please..!” Jake cried out. Jungwon’s chuckled darkly as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“And why should I let you do that?”

“B-because I’m a good bo—mhm! Fuck Sunoo, n-no more!” Sunoo paid no attention to his words as he gripped the omega’s thighs harder, enough to leave a reddish print of where his fingers once were.

Jungwon hummed as Jake continued to whine and release more of his delicious pheromones—he simply couldn’t handle it. He can’t get enough of him just yet. 

Jake on the other hand, felt like he was about to combust. He needed to cum so badly, but his two alphas wouldn’t grant him permission to cum just yet. So he waited, hoping Sunoo’s mouth would trigger his own body’s slick production—which meant an early heat for him. Whether that comes true or not, doesn’t matter anyways, since he was too far gone. Jake raised his head, looking up at Jungwon with eager eyes and an aching jaw. 

“Please..Please a-alpha, I need something..harder—ngh!” Jungwon smiled as he brushed the soft fringe of hair away from the beautiful omega’s eyes.

“What’s harder? Hm… you want my dick or sunoo hyung’s dick?”

Jake scrunched his nose in pure pleasure. “Any please! My hole.. I need it filled—no more tongue please! Fuck—a-alpha please, n-no more!” 

Sunoo let go of his hole with a loud pop from his lips. Jake’s poor hole is oh-so swollen and red. It made sunoo’s cock twitch just a bit, and he couldn’t help but feel proud that he was the cause of Jake’s tender asshole.

“Hm. jungwon i think he’s ready for us. Unless you want to go first?” Sunoo stretched the omega’s hole open to inspect it closer, clearly enjoying his masterpiece.

Jungwon tilted his head to the side, watching Jake squirm before him. 

He was just so, perfect. Perfect enough to ruin.

“Why don’t we fuck him together, hyung?”

Jake’s eyes snapped up to Jungwon who only smirked.

“Mhm. Okay!” Sunoo chimed in, only for him to gather his saliva in his mouth before spitting a thick glob of spit into Jake’s hole, filling it momentarily with something, if not nothing. Jake shuddered at the warm-turned-cool sensation of the fluid that started to dribble down from the hole, and onto his balls.

Within seconds, Jake was propped up above Jungwon’s glistening tip by jungwon himself and stabilized by Sunoo who was right behind the omega. Jake tried to touch the alphas only to earn a growl from Jungwon, which forced him into silent submission. 

“Now why are we touching the alphas without permission?”

“Ngh..’m sorry ‘won..I just wanted to help—,” Oh how jungwon cooed. He wanted to give into jake’s tiny mewls so bad, but he couldn’t. Not today, at least.

Sunoo carefully lined up his cock right beside jungwon’s, and with a nod, both of the alphas slowly let the omega down onto their tips. 

“The only help, we need from you baby—is your sweet, sweet hole sucking us in. understood?” Sunoo grunted as jake’s hold stretched around his and jungwon’s shaft without a hitch.

The scent of sweat, musk and sex was heavy in the air as squeals from jake ripped into the pheromone dense room. 

“I-i don’t think it’s gonna fit!” 

“Shut up. It will fit.” jungwon’s hand clasped around jake’s tiny waist so tightly as he felt sunoo’s shaft getting pushed towards his, causing both alphas to groan in pleasure.

Jake struggled to fit both as he also tried to breathe in and out in a calm manner. Except, he wasn’t able to breathe in and out calmly—he was getting filled to the brim that he couldn’t think about anything besides the thought of getting bred by his members!

“F-fuck..’m gonna get pregnant.. Ngh it’s t-too tight—!” 

As both cocks finally settled in jake’s hole, sunoo and jungwon couldn’t help but release a sigh of relief as their pheromones had finally stabilized allowing them to breathe. Sunoo slid his hand down the omega’s bulging stomach, and pressed down—making all three males groan.

“See this, baby? You’re doing so well. Your hole swallowed us both. Good job, omega,” Sunoo cooed as Jake’s tears spilled even more.

“Aw, is Jaeyunnie crying? Don’t cry, baby. You know what happens when we see you cry now,” Jungwon whispered into Jake’s ear as he swiped a tear from his cheek with his tongue.

Sunoo groaned when he heard Jake sniffle. It wasn’t on them now—when their omega was crying. They couldn’t help it as they released their knots, inflating Jake’s poor belly slowly, inch by inch. The initial stretch of Jake’s hole had already been tight, but with both Sunoo and Jungwon knotting? Jake was howling in pain and pleasure. He’d never felt anything like this before—yet it wasn’t bad enough to complain.

“Oh my god… a-alpha, no m-more k-knot! P-please… it w-won’t fit!” Jake clenched tightly, thinking it might help, only for it to backfire as Sunoo thrust up into him—Jungwon groaning from the constant movement as his knot continued to swell inside Jake’s aching body.

“Stop moving, hyung,” Jungwon hissed. “You’re going to make it worse for yourself.”

Jake whimpered as he clung to Jungwon, dipping his head down—his scent glands fully exposed to the two new alphas. Old bite marks from Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and Ni-Ki littered the skin there, but the pheromones leaking out were too much for Sunoo and Jungwon to bear. Without hesitation, Sunoo sank his teeth into Jake’s gland, making the omega moan and roll his eyes back.

“Nghh… f-fuck, Sun’…” Jake’s hole tightened around the double knots.

With a soft pop, Sunoo pulled away and licked his lips. God—Jake tasted heavenly. So delicious that Sunoo thought he could give up heaven itself at this point.

Jungwon murmured sweet nothings as he clenched his knot, keeping the omega secure and upright. “Alright, pup. My turn to mark you, yeah?”

“Mmmh… p-please mark me, a-alpha… I n-need it—ngh!” Jake struggled not to slur his words, failing beautifully. He let himself submit fully to his alphas, rewarded with being double-knotted in a way he couldn’t even describe. Jungwon beckoned Sunoo to help keep Jake upright before taking his turn. As he sank his fangs into the scent gland, Jake finally felt complete. No longer did he crave attention elsewhere—he had all six marks from his alpha group, and it was enough.

Upon getting bit by jungwon at last, jake finally allowed himself to release ropes of hot cum all over jungwon’s chest before slumping against the younger alpha, who hadn’t yet let go of the omega’s scent gland.

Sunoo, on the other hand, was ready to knock the fuck out—if it weren’t for his knot still wedged inside Jake along with Jungwon’s. Instead, he settled for rubbing Jake’s back in slow, wide circles, murmuring reassurances and coaxing the omega toward happier thoughts.

“G’job, baby. You were so great. I’m so proud of you—our lovely omega.”

“I’m a good ’mega?” Jake yawned, clinging weakly to Jungwon’s neck.

“Very good, yes, baby. Now go rest. We’ll clean this up after, okay?” Sunoo whispered as Jungwon finally unlatched his mouth and fangs from their omega’s neck.

“Mmhmm… okay…” Jake mumbled, snuggling between the two alphas, all three of them drenched in sweat and spit.

Jungwon looked directly at Sunoo once he felt Jake’s breathing even out and soften into sleep.

“You’re explaining this to Heeseung hyung.”

“What the fuck—” Sunoo started to argue, but loud knocking cut him off, followed by the unmistakable sound of the door opening without permission.

“Good luck, hyung!” Jungwon laughed quietly before immediately pretending to be asleep.

“Holy fuck,” Heeseung blurted out. “You two did a number on Jake—what the actual living fuck?!”

Sunoo internally face-palmed as he craned his neck just enough to see Sunghoon and Heeseung standing there, both wearing tight-lipped expressions.

Sunghoon crossed his arms. “Okay. Logistically. How do we separate them once the knot deflates?”

Heeseung blinked. “Why are you asking me like I have a manual?”

“Well, someone needs a plan,” Sunghoon snapped. “We can’t just yank them apart!”

“I wasn’t suggesting that!” Heeseung hissed back. “Jesus, Sunghoon—have some tact.”

Sunoo groaned. “Can you two argue quieter? He’s sleeping.”

Sunghoon glanced at Jake, then sighed. “Great. So we wait.”

Heeseung nodded solemnly. “Yeah. We wait. And then we pretend we never saw this.”

“…Good luck with that,” Sunoo muttered.

A day later

Jungwon is halfway through his second glass of water when he feels it. A stare. He lowers the cup slowly and turns to find Ni-Ki is standing at the kitchen island, arms folded, eyes narrowed—not in suspicion, but in interest.

“…What?” Jungwon asks.

Ni-Ki tilts his head. “Did Jake bite you?”

Jungwon nearly chokes.

“What—no—” He stops himself too late as Ni-Ki casually steps closer, leaning in just enough to peer over Jungwon’s shoulder.

Right there. A faint but unmistakable mark blooming against Jungwon’s skin.

Ni-Ki’s grin stretches wide. “Ohhh. That’s definitely an omega hickey.”

Jungwon sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Hyung,” Ni-Ki says solemnly, “you look like you lost a fight to a very determined omega.”

Jungwon shoots him a look. “You’re one to talk.”

Ni-Ki laughs, then drops his voice covertly. “So… next time—should we try something freakier?”

Jungwon freezes.

Then he takes another long sip of water and says flatly, “Finish your cereal before I ban you from the kitchen.”

Ni-Ki snorts. “I’ll take that as a maybe.”

Jungwon absolutely does not answer.

But the faint smile tugging at his lips gives him away.