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It’s not like Beomgyu has ever desperately dreamed of leaving Daegu, like he hated the city and needed to set himself free from everything he'd known his entire life and everyone who knew him. Quite frankly, if asked, he would say that he loves Daegu and his family, and that he misses both a lot now that he has recently moved away.
It’s not that he couldn't see the future there, because he could. His life seemed almost established - it consisted of a simple, everyday routine. He used to drop his 5-year-old kid, Yuji, off at the kindergarten in the morning, go to his retail job, then pick up the kid on his way back home, have dinner with his family, and take care of Yuji until she was too tired to play anymore. It was simple, and while his colleagues were out in the city, drinking and dancing with strangers, he was home as he preferred it.
Beomgyu even saved enough to rent an apartment, but there were no interesting offers. Or if there were any, before he had time to call an agent, the place was already rented to someone else. It was fine, though. His parents didn’t mind having both of them under their roof, and Beomgyu didn’t really mind it either. In fact, it was sometimes quite helpful.
There was just one “but”. Under the roof of his parents, he couldn’t bring anyone over. Sure, he was going on dates and sometimes ended up in someone else’s bed, but it was rare and never lasted longer than a month or two. Beomgyu simply believed that things would look different if he just lived on his own.
So when his friend told him they were looking for someone to join their team, without hesitation, Beomgyu applied for the position at the well-known publishing house. Has Hueningki recommended him? Maybe, because after three stages of interviews, he finally got the job and moved to the capital within the next two weeks.
And here he is now - in Seoul, in his rented apartment that turned out to be in the perfect location. Close enough to the train station that takes him to the new workplace and just within walking distance from the kindergarten he picked for Yuji. There is a grocery shop nearby and a convenience store for his late-night cravings. It’s perfect.
The only thing missing so far was someone to hook up with.
“You need to understand me,” Beomgyu whines to Hueningkai. Before he continues, he takes a sip of wine, “I haven’t had good love in six years. And I’m in my prime era, you know? If there is anything I could be abusing, it is vitamin D.”
Hueingkai snorts, amused by his friend’s tipsy yet censored confession. It’s almost 9 p.m., and Yuji is already in bed, asleep, but Beomgyu maintains an illusion of a responsible parent.
“What about apps? Haven’t you found someone?”
Has he? Fine. There is this one guy that Beomgyu has been texting with regularly for over a week now, and he’s nice; he wouldn’t dare to say otherwise. But what Beomgyu needs now is to be manhandled by a strong alpha who would leave him unable to walk the next day. When he receives that, he can consider someone who’s nice and respectful enough not to fuck him on the first date.
And here’s another thing.
Beomgyu pouts and puts down the empty glass for Kai to refill it. In the meantime, he sighs, “Yeah. I think he likes me, but he hasn’t even asked me out yet. I don’t think he’s this type of guy, you know? To just offer a hookup. I think he wants to get to know me first. And that’s sweet.”
“But?” When Huneingkai asks this question, he knows he shouldn’t have the moment their eyes meet.
Despite Beomgyu’s cold glare, he takes the refilled glass back and takes a sip. “I need to get laid first. Then I can think about romance.”
Hueingkai continues, “Okay, so find someone else to hook up with. I’m pretty sure your DMs are filled with alphas who just want to get into your pants.”
It is true. Ever since Beomgyu created the account on the dating app, he has been getting matches every day. Half of those he doesn’t even open; the other half he opens and flirts back just for fun, just to feel young, wild, and free. He’s just one of those things: young. No longer wild, no longer free.
“What about Yuji?”
“What about her?”
“Obviously, I’m not gonna bring my hook up here. And I obviously am not going to leave her alone for the night.”
“I can stay with her.”
***
Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice. Before he went to sleep last night, he texted back one of many alphas in his DMs. The displayed name was I.N., although Beomgyu is not stupid enough to think it is his real name. His own nickname on the app is Gyu, so-
I.N. doesn’t have a full face picture on his profile, as barely anyone on the app does, but Beomgyu has seen enough to find him attractive and worthy of a hook-up. He has pretty hands and ginger, fluffy hair that Beomgyu can’t wait to tug on, while the boy eats him out tonight.
“Hi, what can I get started for you?” Beomgyu hears a nice voice and realizes it’s his turn to order now.
A pair of big, rounded, dark eyes is looking at him, awaiting the answer. Its owner is slightly shorter than Beomgyu and sports a deep brown, chocolate-like mullet with a middle part.
“Dad, can I have a strawberry cake?” Yuji asks with excitement, squeezing his left hand. And that’s what finally makes him answer.
Without breaking eye contact with the barista behind the counter, Beomgyu finally orders, “Can we get one iced americano, double espresso, and a strawberry cake, and umm-” Only now he glances down at Yuji, “Milk tea? You like it.” When she wordlessly nods with agreement, Beomgyu is back to looking into the eyes of a handsome barista. “One milk tea, then. Can I get it with less ice, though?”
The barista taps the screen several times, repeating to himself everything Beomgyu just said, then asks, “If you want it for the girl, I can make it warm, no ice. How’s this sound?”
“Oh, really? That would be great. Thank you. I didn’t know- Most places don’t offer that.”
The barista winks at him with a smile, “We don’t either. Your total is on the screen, tap whenever you’re ready.”
Beomgyu shoots him a puzzled glance right before he opens the cross-body leather bag and digs for his wallet. Once the payment goes through, he makes sure to meet the barista’s eyes again as he says, “Thank you.”
They share one polite smile. After that, Beomgyu takes Yuji by the hand and lets her pick a table. They end up at one that’s pretty close to the counter, which allows Beomgyu to fully engage in his daughter's stories from the kindergarten, while observing if their order is ready to pick up.
Or at least, that’s what he thinks when he catches himself a little too satisfied with the view.
The said view being the same handsome barista working on their drinks and food with a tiny smirk on his face, humming quietly to the song that plays through the speakers. Beomgyu doesn’t recognise the song, but the voice sounds familiar. Yet he can’t quite put a finger on it.
The barista, however, is someone Beomgyu would like to put a finger on.
“Daddy, you’re not listening to me.” It’s Yuji’s tiny voice, which finally snaps Beomgyu back to focus on here and now.
When Beomgyu immediately turns to her, his heart breaks quietly at the sight of her pouty cheeks. He tries to fix the situation by quickly coming up with an explanation, which isn’t really that far from the truth. “I’m sorry, baby. Daddy just doesn’t want to miss our order, your strawberry cake.”
As if on cue, the barista calls out that the order is ready to collect.
“See? I’ll be right back, okay?” Yuji’s still pouty, but she nods. Although Beomgyu hates seeing her like this, he’s also well aware that the cake is going to cheer her up. The moment she stuffs her mouth with heavy cream and strawberry pieces, he’ll see her eyes shine. Therefore, he doesn’t pay much attention to it and rather focuses on making the proper eye contact with the handsome barista again.
Odds are not in his favour, though, because the moment he comes up to the counter, someone walks into the cafe and steals the man’s attention away from Beomgyu. There is no small talk, but the brown-haired man holds eye contact a little bit longer than anticipated before he eventually fully turns away.
***
Maybe Beomgyu doesn’t say it that often, but he is, in fact, very grateful for a best friend like Hueningkai. While he’s getting ready for the night out, Kai is in his daughter’s room, reading her a bedtime story. Beomgyu makes a mental note to pay him back in one way or another. Maybe they’ll bake him a cake or buy a gift card. He’ll figure something out when the time is right.
Right now, Beomgyu is feeling nervous. He has never set up a meeting with a stranger solely for sex. He used to go on dates, and before anything happened, it was at least the second or third date. And what he’s about to do is something completely new. This isn’t even a date. He sometimes uses this word as a substitute in his mind because it sounds better, less vulgar. It suits Beomgyu’s whole aura better, or at least he likes to think so.
After all, it was his idea. No one is making him do it. He’s just this horny.
Beomgyu hears the door of Yuji’s bedroom closing when he’s finishing the makeup. Just seconds later, Kai enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, right next to the outfit Beomgyu picked out. In the reflection of the mirror, he sees the way he scans these clothes up and down. The glare on his face when he picks up a black, lacey, completely see-through thong says everything.
Beomgyu turns around in his chair. “What is your problem?”
“Does this thing cover anything?” Kai asks, ignoring Beomgyu’s question.
“No. And that's the point. Any more questions?”
“Yeah,” Huneingkai snorts, as he picks up another piece of clothing - a black top with long sleeves attached to the garment separately, leaving arms exposed. There is a heart-shaped cut-out on the cleavage area that Beomgyu thinks looks cute. “Since when are you a slut?”
“That's hardly slutty.”
“Paired with these low-waisted leather pants that barely cover your front?” Kai shoots back sarcastically, gesturing over the lay-out outfit.
Beomgyu rolls his eyes at him. “Your point?”
Defenceless Kai puts his hands in the air, giving up with no answer to the question. He puts the thong down and asks, instead, “Where do you meet?”
At this point, Beomgyu is glued to the mirror, placing little gems around his eyes. It takes him a minute to make sure they’re symmetrical. Only then, as he’s done with the makeup and starts cleaning up the vanity table, Huneingkai gets to hear the response.
“Oh, he’s picking me up, and we're going to the hotel he booked for us.”
“Hyung,” Kai suddenly sounds serious, “He’s picking you up from where?”
“Downstairs, I told him to wait for me at the parking lot across the street.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Beomgyu expects this reaction, and he tries to ignore it – the way Kai’s eyes squint and brows furrow makes his stomach drop. He doesn’t want to fight, but Kai manages to catch his wrist when Beomgyu’s reaching for clothes.
“Stop. I don’t wanna hear it, Kai. I know what I’m doing.”
“You basically gave away your address to an alpha, who could be a total creep. Yeah, you’re right,” Kai laughs bitterly, following Beomgyu to the bathroom. “That’s totally safe.”
Turning around, Beomgyu stops him in the doorframe and gently pushes away. “Can you not? I’m really excited for this evening.”
He closes the door before Kai gets a chance to respond, knowing that his friends respect Yuji’s sleeping time and won’t say anything too loud. The conversation is put on hold.
Gaining a few minutes to himself, Beomgyu quickly takes off his clothes. He’s already showered and shaved before starting to get ready, but either way, he still stands in front of the mirror and examines himself.
There has been a time in his life when he did that every single day, even multiple times a day, and the thought alone makes the shiver run down his spine. It’s been a time of self-hatred and never-ending punishment. It may have passed; however, Beomgyu believes such feelings never truly go away. They fall into a coma, hibernate for years, and may not act out ever again, but the mere presence is still there. Still buried somewhere deep in the memories that, when too vivid, can make Beomgyu spiral into the past – the past that, if given a choice, he wouldn’t like to remember, because the timeline also involves a person who left Beomgyu to pursue a better future. A future that doesn’t involve Beomgyu or the relationship that didn’t get a chance to evolve properly.
But then, if not for the past and that person, there would be no Yuji, and that Beomgyu probably wouldn’t survive, even when he first found out about the pregnancy, his first instinct was to pull the trigger. Took him some time, but eventually all fears went away, and he can’t imagine not being a parent right now.
His train of thought is disrupted when there’s a faint knock on the door. Instinctively, Beomgyu turns around, as if that could make him hear better.
“You got a new message from him.”
Right, his date.
Is it a date?
Putting the outfit on in a rush, Beomgyu mumbles quietly, “A second,” which Kai probably doesn’t hear anyway. Once he’s all set, he returns to the bedroom, where Hueningkai waits for him.
“Don’t get offended just because I told you the truth. I’m worried, that’s all. You know how creepy some alphas are.” Kai voices his concerns, but it’s almost like a background sound for Beomgyu, because he’s more interested in checking out the text than continuing this conversation.
Obviously, he knows those alphas exist, and they’re nothing good. Beomgyu’s not stupid, despite what his friend may imply.
I.N. / 8:48 p.m.
Hey, baby. I’m on the way. You can get ready to leave. I’m not far.
I.N. / 8:49 p.m.
Ps: I can’t wait to see you, love the outfit you picked. Shame you won’t get to wear it for too long
When Beomgyu’s mouth turns into an involuntary smile, he immediately bites the inside of his cheek and turns away, hoping Hueningkai didn’t see it. He starts gathering his things into the bag.
“Yeah, I know, you just care about me. I get it,” Beomgyu mutters, focused on finding the last missing essential - his favourite lip gloss. It should be in the makeup drawer of the vanity; he’s sure he put it there last time.
Then it hits him. Yuji must have stolen it when he was deciding on the makeup hours ago. She was by his side, fascinated by all the colorful products in the magic drawer, as she calls it.
Beomgyu sighs quietly. It’s fine. Instead of the favourite, then, he picks the other one that’s in a similar shade and finish. Before tossing it into the bag, he slides the fluffy, coated in pink, shiny, sticky liquid, wand across his plump lips, then smacks them together for an even application.
This whole time, Kai is still talking. Beomgyu goes out of the bedroom; he follows him and stands next to him, while the omega is putting on his black platform biker shoes with silver studs and the jacket to match. This whole time, words are coming out of his best friend’s mouth, and whilst Beomgyu understands the meaning of each of them, he doesn’t let it go to his head. Because if he did, he wouldn’t enjoy tonight.
When Kai stops him in the open doorframe, Beomgyu kisses him on the cheek. He promises, “I’ll be fine.”
“Do you remember the code red?”
Beomgyu couldn’t find a better best friend.
“Of course. I’ll text you the second I sense something’s off.” He smiles in hopes of cheering Kai up, making him less concerned. It doesn’t change the frown on his face, though, so Beomgyu tries a different approach: “Thank you again for staying with Yuji. I owe you my life.”
Rolling his eyes, Kai snorts out, “Don’t want it. Go, have fun. Use protection for once.”
They both know well Beomgyu’s on contraception pills, but this one teenage mistake is something that never gets old to poke fun at, and at least Kai seems to relax a bit finally, so he lets him make fun of himself as much as he wants. After all, he has used joking about it as a coping mechanism countless times before as well.
The confidence in his actions is right there until Beomgyu finds himself outside, waiting for the green light at the crosswalk, and suddenly, it all evaporates, and the reality of the situation crushes down on him. It’s 9 p.m. on a Friday night, and instead of binge-watching another drama, he’s about to hook up with a stranger he only exchanged a couple of texts with.
Maybe Hueningkai was right. Maybe he is getting himself into a dangerous situation and the sudden shift is his body telling him to turn around. For a split second, Beomgyu even weighs his options, opts to do it and blocks the phone number of that alpha just in case he turns out to be a total creep, but then the light turns green, other pedestrians start going, and just like a mindless sheep, he follows.
He’s in the middle of the crosswalk when the phone vibrates in his hand. A call, not a text. Beomgyu counts to three.
“Hello?”
Immediately, there’s a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. “I think I see you. Why did you hesitate before answering?”
There is no bitterness behind his voice. It’s banter. Teasing.
“I- I didn’t,” Beomgyu answers almost right away, almost being the key word. “I was just surprised.”
“Mhm,” the man clearly doesn’t buy it, but he also doesn’t press. Instead, he says, “I’m waiting, baby.”
He indeed is waiting. Beomgyu spots the man the second he puts his foot on the other side of the road. Only one person is standing outside the car in the parking lot, his hair colour being very similar to that of the one in the profile picture of Beomgyu’s date. Although it’s dark and the street lamps are nothing compared to the sun, Beomgyu can picture what ginger hair would look like late at night, and it’s exactly this.
The first thing he notices is a bouquet of red roses in his hand. The second - the car. Even an amateur like Beomgyu, who can’t differentiate one car brand from another, can tell the car is not an average vehicle owned by half of the nation’s population.
It’s a sports car. Low-profile, sleek, and definitely fast, with a black matte finish and silver chrome details. It’s lowkey making Beomgyu even more nervous. Who is he meeting with? He remembers I.N. told him he’s a model and, matter-of-fact, has just flown back after working the fashion week somewhere in Europe a couple of days ago, but Beomgyu knows average models are not millionaires. So either the alpha he’s hooking up with tonight is well beyond the average, or he’s not just a model.
Maybe he’s a mattress actor, Beomgyu wonders, when his eyes travel up and down, scanning him in meticulous detail.
Since Beomgyu knew he was a model, he expected a handsome face and a nice posture. Yet he’s still taken aback by the man’s beauty.
“Don’t worry,” the alpha chuckles again in that soft manner, approaching Beomgyu slowly. When the distance between them almost vanishes, he offers the bouquet. “I don’t bite.”
Beomgyu takes it, a bit hesitant. It’s a nice, sweet gesture, but totally unexpected. There must be subtitles on his face, because the man adds, “Pretty flowers for a pretty doll.”
“So you’re like this?” Beomgyu whispers, smiling at him cheekily. He exchanges his hand. “My name’s actually Beomgyu.”
“Jeongin.” The alpha shakes his hand and then opens the passenger’s door. “Shall we?”
The inside of the car matches the outside perfectly, and makes it look even more expensive. The seats are black leather, soft and comfortable, the dashboard design matches the sleek look of the entire car, and it smells incredibly good. Whatever car air freshener Jeongin buys for this beauty, it has to be designer.
“So, Beomgyu,” Jeongin starts, once they’re out of the parking lot, “you said you just moved here. Wanna tell me more?”
Whether it’s just small talk or he’s genuinely interested, Beomgyu doesn’t see why he wouldn't tell him. As he relaxes into the seat, he answers, “My best friend lives here, and basically it’s his doing. When we were little kids, it was always the three of us. Kai and I, and our other friend. Kai’s parents got divorced when he was eight, and he moved away to Seoul with his mom and sisters.”
“You've been in contact for all these years?” Jeongin asks, clearly shocked by an obvious answer.
Beomgyu nods, “Yeah. It’s not hard if people care.”
“I’m just surprised. You were kids.”
“And? It’s actually adults who forget.” Although he tries to sound unbothered, it leaves a bitter aftertaste on the tip of his tongue.
The car stops at the red light just in time for Jeongin to turn sideways and look Beomgyu in the eyes. “It’s the other friend, right? The one that forgot.”
It takes a second for Beomgyu to question back, “Why would you think that?”
Green. The alpha fixes his stare back on the road but doesn’t hold back from shooting Beomgyu a quick, knowing glance. “You didn’t even tell his name. He betrayed you.”
Beomgyu hopes he never has to anymore. And while he ignores this answer, he knows one part of him has just been cracked in such a short time it’s pathetic. He’s not going to let it show, though.
“What I’m trying to say is that Kai helped me out a lot with moving here. And I got a job offer I couldn’t turn down. It’s nothing exciting. Nothing compared to being a model like yourself. But it brought new opportunities, so I took them.”
“How do you like it so far?”
Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, Beomgyu puts his hand on top of Jeongin’s leg. It’s a textbook move, and Beomgyu finds it funny. But he plays it cool. At first, he smiles, then he glides his fingers up and down the alpha’s thigh in slow, steady motion.
“You say first,” he purrs, leaning over the center console to get as close to the alpha as possible. It’s at this moment that he finally catches the man’s scent. It’s citrusy and a little spicy, and it’s so alluring that if not for the seat belt, Beomgyu would climb over, sit in his lap, and sink his nose into the man’s neck.
Jeongin must be reading his mind, because the way he smirks says it all. When, after a second, he finally responds, his voice is almost a whisper, “Wait for my actions. They’ll speak louder.”
***
One thing about Jeongin – Beomgyu learns not so late in the evening – is that he delivers. His actions do speak louder; his tongue does wonders, and even if Beomgyu could think of any words, he wouldn’t be able to say them.
He’s trying to form a coherent thought, but all that comes out of his mouth is a whiny plea, while the alpha sucks Beomgyu’s little button. It’s something between “please” and “more”; Beomgyu can’t tell, nor does he care. All that matters is that Jeongin understands and pushes his tongue deeper between his folds.
It didn’t take long for them to end up in bed. Frankly, Beomgyu’s a little tipsy and close to orgasm mind, can’t even decipher how this happened so quickly. They checked into the hotel room and had a glass of wine, and then from one thing to another, he’s lying in bed with his legs spread apart and pussy eaten out.
It’s even better than he imagined this evening to go. Honestly, he expected to be the one giving head, not the other way around. Just once in his life, he had an alpha that’d go down on him first.
He’s seconds away from finishing when Jeongin takes his mouth away from Beomgyu’s cunt.
“You can’t do this to me right now,” Beomgyu breathes out heavily, his voice cracking mid-sentence, as his throat is desperate for some water. He supports himself on his elbows to take a better look at the alpha, and the view truly doesn’t disappoint.
Jeongin has this cheeky, little smile plastered on his red face; his lips are swollen, red, and glossy. The mixture of Beomgyu’s slick and the man’s saliva leaves a thick, shiny coat on them. It looks like an overline lip gloss, and it’s hot as hell.
Before Jeongin speaks, he licks his mouth clean, and Beomgyu thinks for a split second that this man is going to be the death of him, but since he’s just a hook-up, the thought quickly goes away. It may return when they meet again, though, if he won’t leave disappointed, and there will be a next time.
“I can’t?” Jeongin asks stupidly, standing on his feet, and starts taking off his clothes. He goes for the belt first and unbuckles it in swift motion. Next: his black button-up. “Why? Tell me.”
“Fuck, I know what you’re doing,” Beomgyu laughs, his gaze following Jeongin’s fingers down his chest and stomach, undoing each button one by one.
The alpha plays into the innocent, stupid act more, and Beomgyu thinks it could be his weakness this evening. When the shirt is off, his hands are back on the pants. “What, baby?”
Beomgyu doesn’t answer. Instead, he sits properly on the edge of the bed and takes the lead. Jeongin complies; he lets Beomgyu unzip his pants and pull them down. First thing Beomgyu notices is the darker, stained spot on the white fabric, and right before he puts his mouth to it, he remembers Hueningkai’s words before he left the apartment.
Maybe he is a slut after all.
When Beomgyu pulls the boxers down, he immediately looks up at Jeongin with one purpose in mind, opening his mouth as an invitation.
“No,” the alpha says, although he doesn’t pat away Beomgyu’s hand, when omega wraps fingers around him, and despite what Jeongin said, gets closer.
“Please?” Beomgyu whispers millimeters away from the tip.
Jeongin shakes his head and commands softly, “Lie down and relax. We don’t want to make you wait.”
“Please, just let me taste it.”
They hold eye contact until Beomgyu sees the alpha break, which doesn’t take that long. Not even a full minute later, the man shyly nods with a tiny grin that he tries so hard to hide.
“You’re so cute,” Beomgyu says before kissing the tip. After he does it, Jeongin’s cheeks immediately turn red, which only feeds the omega’s ego. For the next few minutes, he plays with the alpha. He tastes the precum and traces the whole length with subtle kisses, while holding eye contact and watching Jeongin get more and more flustered. It’s so endearing that Beomgyu considers getting off to this.
At consideration, it stops, obviously, because just as Beomgyu promised, he just wanted a taste. He signals the work done for now by slowly pulling away and patting the bed.
“You lie down and relax. I wanna be on top,” he commands, but then remembers, “No, wait. I may be on pills, but-”
Jeongin laughs in a way he has already done a few times this evening. “Of course. Give me a second.”
While Beomgyu’s watching him roll on the condom on his penis, he thinks of how much he can’t wait to tell Huneingkai about all this; how much he can’t tell to rub in his best friend’s face that there was nothing to worry about and Beomgyu has, in fact, a good taste in alphas.