# I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do

Екатерина Николаевна Петрова

Something weird is happening to the members of Stray Kids. Their clothes seem to be disappearing and no one knows how or why. Well, maybe one person does. ∼ Or... How omega Jisung turns all of Stray Kids into a proper pack.

Table of Contents


I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/50983843.


Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

Gen, M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Stray Kids (Band)

Relationships:

Han Jisung | Han/Everyone, Han Jisung | Han/Lee Felix, Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han, Han Jisung | Han/Seo Changbin, Han Jisung | Han/Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung | Han/Kim Seungmin, Han Jisung | Han/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han/Seo Changbin, Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know

Characters:

Han Jisung | Han, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N

Additional Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Omega Han Jisung | Han, Alpha Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Alpha Lee Minho | Lee Know, Alpha Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Alpha Seo Changbin, Alpha Hwang Hyunjin, Alpha Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Alpha Yang Jeongin | I.N, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light-Hearted, Light Angst, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Pack Building, Pack Cuddles, Nesting, Loss of Virginity, Anal Sex, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Face-Sitting, Blow Jobs, Threesome - M/M/M, endgame ot8, Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings, the plot is jisung slowly building his harem of alphas, Han Jisung | Han-centric, POV Han Jisung | Han, Cute Han Jisung | Han, Sad Han Jisung | Han, Han Jisung | Han is a Brat, Han Jisung | Han is a Mess, Han Jisung | Han is a Little Shit, Everyone is Whipped For Han Jisung, Gross Han Jisung | Han, adorably gross, Coming Untouched, Han Jisung | Han Is Bad at Feelings, how is that not atag, Double Penetration, Belly Bulge, Come as Lube, Light Bondage, Come Eating, Biting, Light Dom/sub, Cockwarming, Orgy, Sloppy Seconds, and sloppy thirds and fourths etc you get it, Sex Toys, Possessive Behavior

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of Nest Fic

Stats:

Published: 2023-10-20 Completed: 2024-05-22 Words: 117,309 Chapters: 10/10


I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do


by jisungjuice


Summary

Something weird is happening to the members of Stray Kids. Their clothes seem to be disappearing and no one knows how or why.

Well, maybe one person does.

"

Or... How omega Jisung turns all of Stray Kids into a proper pack.

Notes

How much do I love Han Jisung? Well, enough to write a fic to explore every Jisung/Skz ship.

This all started because the idea of Han Jisung building a nest wouldn't leave me alone. I fully blame Northstories.

Anyway the initial idea was to just write this first chapter as a one-shot but then more brianworms came along as they often do for me when it comes to Jisung. What happens later? How does this change their dynamics? What if Jisung goes into heat? SO MANY POSSIBILITIES.

So we will get seven chapters for seven members with Jisungie, everything is plotted and I have a couple of chapters advanced and I can't wait to share! This is also my first time writing omegaverse and while I have done my research some things might still not be super classic a/b/o. I will try to warn/explain if needed before each chapter as well as add individual chapter tags on the notes just in case. Also, other ships will make appearances as we progress but not prominently enough to tag them, this is Jisung focused after all but the endgame is OT8. They're already a family, he makes them a pack <3

I hope you enjoy this first chapter even if there's no smut here lmao but it is very soft and silly.


Clothes


Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

SKZ ьщ


Baby

Has anyone seen my balenciaga hoodie

MongMong

Wrong chat

Baby

No cause I already asked the gremlins I live with

Lixie

which one?

Iyenie

The flex of having multiple balenciaga hoodies

Baby

Lmao

The grey super hunters one

ьщ

MongMong

Idk which one that is

Send a pic

Baby

I don't have a pic

Iyenie

I'm sure there's some online

Baby

I'm not about to go google pics of myself in that hoodie

Cat Hyung

Then you don't want it back bad enough.

Lixie

ьч

Dad

I'm sure it's around somewhere Jinnie

Cat Hyung

Maybe Changbinnie took it

Binnie

Hey

When have I ever

Plus I don't even fit

ьч

ur not that big

Binnie

Whatever

Lixie

omg now that you mention, Jinnie

My nike blue sweatshirt is gone

Coincidence?

Cat Hyung

No, it means you're both a mess

Baby

Rude

I'm extremely organized

Lixie

And i'm... fine.

lol nvm i found it!

Dad

Hey car's downstairs

Cat Hyung

Aye aye


--


Felix had improved so much in the past few months. He had always been better than Jisung at virtually all video games, but lately it was clear he'd been practicing a lot in his spare time. He's destroying Jisung.

Felix's phone pings and he glances at it.

"Our food's here," he says and pauses the game before getting to his feet.

"Get me water too?" Jisung asks with a grin.

"Sure. It's the least I can do for all the times you've sacrificed yourself for me," he jokes, referencing all the accidental blowing up Jisung's character has gone through.

"Very funny."

Felix laughs as he walks out of his room.

Jisung has half a mind to unpause the game and blow up Felix's character for a change, but he isn't that petty. Not yet at least.

He puts the controller to the side and lets himself flop back on Felix's bed. The scent from his sheets hit him immediately, fresh linen and that fabric softener they've always used here. Hyunjin picks the fabric softener at their place, so this one smells nostalgic to Jisung.

Mixed with that is also Felix's own scent. It always surprises Jisung even if he could pick it out of a lineup by now. He knows how tightly scents are linked to places and memories and not always tangible, but Felix's warm grass and sunny scent always evokes such vivid imagery in Jisung's mind; a bright summer afternoon after the sun has warmed up everything for a long while.

He inhales and exhales, sighing. Spreads his arms wide on the bed and feels so comfy he might as well fall asleep. If only he wasn't so hungry.

His hand find something soft and plush. He grips it absentmindedly, rubbing it in between his fingers. He turns his head to look at it and sees Felix's white fluffy cardigan. It's been a while since Jisung's seen it on him, but it is getting colder these days.

Without much thought Jisung grabs it and brings it to his face. The scent is stronger there, fresh grass, natural and comforting. Just like Felix.

The front door closes in the distance. Felix must have their food now.

Heart suddenly racing, Jisung sits up, the cardigan still in his hands. He glances at his duffel bag on the floor where he dropped it after coming here straight from dance practice. He probably shouldn't be sitting on Felix's bed in his dance clothes but Felix never minds.

As if on reflex, Jisung stuffs Felix's cardigan in his bag and zips it up a second before Felix walks through the door.

"I think they recognized the address because they gave us extra spring rolls," Felix says casually, unaware of how fast Jisung's heart is beating.

What the fuck was that? Did he just steal Felix's cardigan? He could have just asked for it, but he wasn't even aware that he wanted it. Not until now.

"You okay?" Felix asks, setting the food on the floor where they usually eat.

Jisung nods. He can't really do anything about it now, taking it out would be weird if he can't even explain why he took it in the first place. "Yeah, I'm fine! Just hungry."

He shakes it off and helps Felix set up. The food smells really good and his heart is slowly calming down.

"Hey, did you unpause?" Felix asks suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Jisung.

Jisung shakes his head furiously. "No! I swear I didn't. This is so typical, I'm always falsely accused!"

Felix laughs and grabs a spring roll, pushing it into Jisung's face. "Shut up and eat."

Jisung does, because he's starving. And if Felix's cardigan slips out of his mind and he spends the rest of the evening relaxing with Felix, then that's absolutely fine by him.

--

SKZ ьщ


Iyenie

Does anyone have a pink scarf I can borrow

Baby

You don't have a pink one amongst the million scarves you have?

Iyenie

Nope. I'm a failure.

It would look great with this outfit, though.

Lixie

I thought I did but nope, it's more like lilac

Binnie

are you dressing up as dwaekki? ьч

Iyenie

No...

Dad

Aw pink Innie

I have a pink headband

Baby

I have pink shoes

Iyenie

I don't want all pink accessories!

MongMong

I assume minho hyung has one because I can hear him ruffling through his closet

Cat Hyung

What the hell

I swear I had one

Lixie

Oh yeah that sounds familiar

Cat Hyung

I can't find it

Eh, might as well, I don't think it was clean

Iyenie

ьч ьч

Dad

Is that a tombstone for your outfit?

Iyenie

Yes ьч '

Lixie

Omg F in the chat...

Iyenie

F

MongMong

F

F

Baby

F

Cat Hyung

F

@Dad @Binnie hyungs!!!

Dad

What

Binnie

F

You have to send an F

Dad

Oh

F

You guys are so weird


--


Jisung may have a closet the size of a small bathroom, so why does it feel like he never has anything to wear?

Right, because he has an unhealthy habit.

He does have a few things he absolutely adores, like his supreme t-shirt. He's worn that too many days in a row, though. He should wash it. And find something else to cover himself with. Probably a hoodie.

You know who has good hoodies? Chan.

The man's closet looks like a black hole but that's exactly what Jisung wants right now. A dark hoodie he can put over himself and not think about what he's wearing too much. He's not going anywhere too important anyway.

He rifles through the closet in Chan's room while Chan is taking a shower, knowing Chan won't mind. They share clothes sometimes. This time, though, nothing is quite convincing enough for Jisung. He's in one of these moods and just hates the fact that he has to leave the house at all.

Then, he sees it. It's draped on the back of Chan's computer chair, and Jisung would be lying if he said he was drawn to it on aesthetics alone. I mean, after all, it's just another black hoodie with the Mahagrid logo on it. They all have one. Chan probably has three or more.

But the scent Jisung picks up from it makes him move towards it before he even thinks to walk. As soon as he has his hands on it, though, he knows that's what he wants to wear. He puts it on immediately and sighs in relief. It smells like Chan, obviously, the deep tone of leather and wood wrapping around Jisung like a hug and making him breathe a little easier. It's nice and familiar, easily the most familiar scent in the whole house except for his own. He's known Chan the longest and he associates it with his teenage years, but also all throughout his young adulthood. It's always an instant mood lifter, but it does make Jisung a little sentimental.

The bathroom door opens and soon Chan is walking into his own room, only slightly taken aback to see Jisung inside. He's freshly showered, his scent masked by shower gel and shampoo. "Oh. Hi, Ji."

"Sorry. I was just grabbing this." He pulls on the front of the hoodie a little to make it clear.

Chan nods. "Sure."

As Jisung walks past him out the door, Chan ruffles his hair a little and smiles. Jisung doesn't show it, but he smiles to himself too.

--

SKZ ьщ


MongMong

Okay this isn't funny.

Who did it

Cat Hyung

What

Dad

Is everything okay?

MongMong

Who took my lotte giants shirt

Iyenie

Why would anyone take that

MongMong

That's what I wanna know

But you were all here yesterday so everyone's a suspect

Lixie

I think I saw it last week?

MongMong

Yes I was gonna use it but then I changed it for something else at the last minute.

Cat Hyung

Maybe you need to do your laundry more often.

Binnie

lol

Baby

Aw we all looked so cute in our lotte giant shirts

Do you want mine Seungminnie

MongMong

No I want mine

Iyenie

It's probably just misplaced.

Btw I'm at the convenience store does anyone want anything

Me!!!

I want an iced tea and gummies please

Iyenie

Sorry I meant from the people at my apartment

so rude!!!

MongMong

Don't think I've forgotten about this


--


It started innocently enough. Well, it continued innocently too. After all there's nothing wrong with borrowing your roommates gym clothes. As long as Jisung went to the gym with him, Changbin was happy.

"Shit," Jisung trips with a stray dumbbell that rolled down the room without either of them noticing. The worst part wasn't almost falling, though. It was spilling half the protein shake he so thoughtfully prepared beforehand over his front.

Changbin laughs. "You look like you threw up all over yourself."

Jisung groans, looking down at his white t-shirt that he's definitely gonna have to get rid of now. Changbin's not wrong, it does look terrible, and now he smells like fake peanut butter or whatever the shake's supposed to be. "Fuck. This is just perfect." At least they're alone at the gym so no one has to witness Jisung being absolutely embarrassing.

Changbin keeps laughing, rearranging the weights so neither of them trip again. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"No," Jisung admits, pouting. "I was just gonna throw on my hoodie over it until we got home.

Changbin grabs some tissues from the entrance and walks over to help Jisung clean up. Most of the mess landed on his shirt but still there's some on the floor. Changbin dabs Jisung's torso with more tissues, trying to scrape off as much as possible. "Well, that's as good as it gets," he comments, stepping back to look at Jisung. He obviously can't help another teasing smile.

Yeah, Jisung still looks like a hot mess.

"Forget it, I'm just gonna go home," Jisung whines, gathering the tissues to throw away.

"Home? No wait, wait." Changbin removes his own black t-shirt, revealing a black tanktop underneath. He holds out the shirt to Jisung. "Take it."

"Are you sure?" he asks but takes the shirt anyway. Changbin nods.

"Yes, you baby." He takes the tissues away from Jisung so Jisung has his hands free to change shirts. He gives the ruined one to Changbin who's waiting for it before throwing everything in the trash bin near the entrance.

As soon as Jisung is in Changbin's shirt, he's hit with his scent. Not that Jisung couldn't detect it before, but it wasn't as present and Jisung wasn't paying much attention.

Now, though, it's all around him; smokey coffee and chocolate with a hint of something spicy, so rich and complex that Jisung has to resist the urge to bring the neck of the shirt over his nose and inhale. He's always loved Changbin's scent so much, to the point of being slightly jealous of it. Not that Jisung doesn't like his own scent, but orange and sweet citrus is so... basic. Yes it's nice, but it's not as layered and interesting as what Changbin has going on.

Changbin returns and starts going through the routine they're gonna do, so Jisung tries not to think about his scent. They have a job to do.

The more they workout, though, the more both of their scents heighten. Call him gross, but Jisung sort of... likes it? It's strong and masculine and makes Jisung feel free in a weird way. He always feels so liberated and non-judged around Changbin.

Plus, the chocolate and citrus go well together in his opinion.

When they're finished, sweaty and tired, Jisung offers Changbin his shirt back. "I can just wear my hoodie with nothing underneath, it's fine."

"Nah, keep it. I'm good. It's too late, we're not gonna run into anyone anyway."

Jisung nods. He hopes Changbin's right because if anyone sees him showing this much skin outside the headlines are gonna be insane.

So he keeps the shirt, which is slightly looser on him than on Changbin but that's fine, Jisung likes loose fits. Changbin does have some smaller ones from back when he wasn't as muscled that he still hasn't thrown out, so Jisung could probably grab a few of those, right? And if some other of Changbin's gym shirts find their way to Jisung's room throughout the year, it's really not a big deal. Changbin has so many and he won't miss them.

--

SKZ ьщ


Lix where are you

Chan says you're not picking up

Cat Hyung

Yongbokah the car is here

Lixie

I KNOW

I THOUGHT I HAD MY WHITE CARDIGAN WITH ME BUT I CAN'T FIND IT

Dad

You'll find it later come on

Lixie

This is so unfair ьч I swear I saw it just recently

Binnie

Pick something else or we're gonna be late

Lixie

Fine...

Baby

Does anyone feel like clothes are disappearing lately?

MongMong

Maybe it's because you have a million garments

Where do you even fit everything?

Baby

you're right I need a bigger closet.

MongMong

Not my point.

Iyenie

It is a bit weird, though

Baby

See! The maknae agrees with me.

MongMong

He has an even bigger closet than you if that's possible.

Guys!! We're waiting!!

Lixie

COMING

Iyenie

Same

Cat Hyung

I'm already here

I see you

Cat Hyung

Don't see me, then. Close your eyes.

You're so weird

Should I change your name on my phone to "weird hyung"?

Cat Hyung

What is it now?

No wait I don't care

Dad

GUYS

Baby

WE'RE HERE.


--

Of course he remembers where Hyunjin's balenciaga hoodie is.

Hyunjin isn't messy, but he also isn't the absolute epitome of order, so he sometimes leaves things around the house. Mostly when he's tired.

Jisung is tired too. He's been working at the studio with Chan and Changbin most nights. They've all been recording the new songs. The amount of choreos his brain has had to process lately is ridiculous. And he still hasn't memorized most of the new lyrics he himself wrote.

So yeah, he's more than ready to get home, take a nice bath, and then pass out in his bed.

But when he opens the bathroom, the bathtub isn't free.

"What the fuck."

"What the fuck."

He and Hyunjin stare at each other.

"Hyunjin, it's one AM. What are you doing here?"

Hyunjin scoffs. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I just got home!"

"Well, I had things to do too and I couldn't sleep so I thought a bath would help. Sue me, or jump in if you want."

Jisung wants to be angry. He wants to argue with Hyunjin because in the past some part of him always felt better after doing that and sometimes that itch still screams to be scratched.

Instead, he drops his shoulders and laughs. A moment later, Hyunjin is laughing too.

"Fuck you," Jisung says because after all he isn't god's strongest soldier. "I'm not getting in the bath with you."

Hyunjin wipes away some tears but accidentally gets soap in his eye, which gets Jisung going again.

"Stop! I'm in pain!"

Jisung doesn't even think it's that funny, but he's in it now, tired and laughing even though he feels stupid.

"Okay, okay, fine," he says eventually, tummy hurting. "You can have the bathtub."

"I do have the bathtub," Hyunjin retorts, but softens immediately. "I'll be out soon, though."

Jisung smiles. "Thanks. I'm bursting, so I'm gonna pee now."

Hyunjin groans and looks pointedly away.

When Jisung is about to leave, he notices Hyunjin's hoodie is hung on the doorknob. He's just going to put it aside so he can close the door easier behind himself, but when he has it in his hands, the scent hits him. It's there under the bath suds and shampoo Hyunjin is using, so much more familiar to Jisung. So his fingers clench around it before he even feels like he has a choice, and he knows Hyunjin isn't looking.

So he takes it.

When he's back in his room, the world feels a little lighter. He hates how much Hyunjin's fruity, gentle scent has the ability to relax him like this. It's all fresh berries, sweet and sour and almost mouthwatering. It's stupid how on brand for Hyunjin it is.

When he first met Hyunjin, Jisung was sure he would smell of something strong and attractive like sandalwood. It only made sense, seeing as he was so unfairly pretty. And it's not that Hyunjin's actual scent isn't attractive, but it's so much more subtle and lowkey than Hyunjin's looks that it almost feels like something doesn't add up.

But the more you meet Hyunjin, the more you see how it does fit. He's become more quiet, contemplative, still ridiculously and sometimes annoyingly beautiful, but a much more gentle soul that Jisung can even get along with.

He has changed himself too, he supposes.

And he certainly proves it when he accidentally falls asleep that night without taking the bath he'd meant to, clutching Hyunjin's Balenciaga hoodie and getting a better sleep than he had in days.


--

SKZ ьщ


Iyenie

@Jisung

Iyenie

I'm calling you out publicly

Baby

Omg tea?

Lixie

ьэ

spill, Innie

MongMong

Is this about him eating your crackers

Iyenie

That was him?

MongMong

Maybe.

WHAT DID I DO

Binnie

Is this about him leaving his shoes everywhere

Baby

Is this about him making a mess in the bathroom

Iyenie

I don't live with him why would it be about that

Aw you miss me Iyenie?????

Chan

Is this about him losing his headphones all the time?

Cat Hyung

Maybe it's about him using the word swag way too much

OKAY WE GET IT

Iyenie

No, this is about him stealing my purple sweatshirt.

MongMong

Ah, so nothing important, then.

Hey! I didn't do anything!

Iyenie

I covered you with it the other day when you fell asleep

and since then it's gone

Idk what to tell you, I don't have it

Iyenie

Unbelievable, you're willing to lie to all our faces?

Baby

In front of my salad?

Iyenie

Exactly

Binnie

In front of Hyunjinnie's salad?

Dad

lmao

You're all ridiculous

Lixie

I believe you Sungie

Thank you, Felix. My only friend.

Lixie

Bc if you had Innie's sweatshirt you would be wearing it all times

MongMong

Lmao he called you a simp

Dad

ьщ

STABBED IN THE BACK

Cat Hyung

Wake me up if something interesting happens.

Dad

Are we not interesting enough for you.

Cat Hyung

Do you really want me to answer that.

I'm gonna go to my pt appointment because unlike OTHERS I actually have things to do

Iyenie

Fine, go

Escape the truth

Liar liar pants on fire

ьэ

Iyenie

Gross

I'm sticking my tongue out at you.

Iyenie

I know and it's gross

You love me so bad it makes you look stupid


--


Stealing from Felix was a one time thing, clearly.

Jisung thought a lot about it and concluded that it was not a big deal. Something weird that his brain apparently needed but not something to worry much about. He would give that back to Felix eventually and that would be that. The other clothes he could keep because it wasn't really stealing like that was.

Is it stealing if one of your members gives you an extra scarf because you forgot yours? No. Clearly not.

"Thanks, hyung."

Minho doesn't look Jisung in the eye, just wraps the scarf around him and makes sure it's tucked in nicely. "I always bring an extra one when I know we're meeting. I'm gonna start thinking you do it on purpose."

Jisung grins and leans his head on Minho's shoulder. "It's not!"

It really isn't, Jisung just forgets how cold it gets at night when it's not winter yet. But just because it's not on purpose it doesn't mean Jisung doesn't immediately melt when Minho's warm and sweet scent wraps around him, vanilla and baked goods and all kinds of sweet things that reveal-- much to Minho's dismay -- how soft and mushy Minho is on the inside. Jisung feels protected in an integral way with Minho; not just physically.

After visiting the caf" they had their eye on for a while, Minho walks Jisung home, which is very nice of him. What isn't very nice is the way he strips Jisung of his scarf before Jisung can even hold onto it properly.

"Hey!"

"You don't need it, you'll be warm enough inside."

True. technically. But Jisung had been planning on keeping it. It was given to him and some small part of him thought that... he deserved it? Somehow?

Yes, he knows it's weird.

But he can't really argue with Minho over that. He knows that if he pouts and grumbles Minho will give in but Jisung doesn't want to get into the habit. Especially because there might be worthier reasons to turn on his charm to get things.

So he lets it go and goes upstairs without any Minho garment at all, just the fading scent that it left.

That is, until the next time he visits them.

The cold has really set in, so he can't really afford to forget his own scarves now. It's a shame, really.

But it also means the entrance to the other members' apartment is littered with scarves. Jisung's hands itch to grab them all as soon as he sees them, the scents of all inhabitants of the place mixing together deliciously and making Jisung feel at home despite not living there. But he knows he can't. It's too much, no matter how tempting.

He's about to walk away, out of sight out of mind. He needs to get a grip, really.

But then one scarf peeks out, its color standing out against the whites and neutral tones. Jisung recognizes it immediately. It's Minho's pink scarf, and he knows the fabric is soft and silky, even better than the scarf Minho lent him the other day.

And really, Minho kind of owes him a scarf. He deprived Jisung of another and the opportunity is right there.

Jisung looks around just to make sure, but Minho is in the kitchen by the sounds of it and Felix is waiting for Jisung in his room. The other two, Jisung isn't sure, but they aren't there and that's enough.

"Jisungie?"

Jisung startled by the sound of Minho's voice, so he rushes to pull the scarf off its hook and stuff it in his coat's inner pocket. Thank god for puffy winter coats.

"Yeah. Hi."

Minho appears around the corner, an apron over his clothes and food stains over it. "What are you doing there, weirdo?"

"Jeez, it's nice to see you too."

Minho grins before turning back around. He sighs, relieved, and leaves his coat there, the scarf well hidden within.

All in a clothes gremlin day's work.

--

SKZ ьщ


Binnie

Yo

Lixie

Yo

Dad

Yo

Cat Hyung

What are we doing

Lixie

Chaosing

Binnie

Where the hell are all my exercise shirts

MongMong

I feel like you should know this

Binnie

Well, I don't.

Iyenie

ьщ

Dad

Maybe they smelled so bad they threw them out after attempting to wash them

LMAO

Binnie

Ha ha hilarious

Cat Hyung

Maybe they shrunk in the wash and they're so tiny you can't see them now

ьч

Lixie

KJNAKSJAN

Binnie

am I just a big joke to you all?

Baby

Cute Changbinnie baby

Cat Hyung

Yes. A cute joke.

Binnie

>.<

Lixie

Cute!!!

Dad

Awwww

Iyenie

You're just fishing for compliments at this point.

Binnie

glad to know I'm so cute no one takes me seriously.

Lixie

I'll take you gym clothes shopping hyung.

Cat Hyung

Make sure they're at least one size smaller.

Baby

ьэ

MongMong

ьщ here's a glass bc you're all thirsty


--

Before even fully waking up, Jisung senses something around him. Something warm. And fresh. Minty in a way that his sleepy brain starts registering as recognizable. It's slightly sweet, but not too much, just enough to make Jisung smile absentmindedly.

He opens his eyes slowly, blinking a few times. The TV screen is off and the living room is dark. Memories come back to him; he had been watching a movie with Innie, so he must have fallen asleep. Not a surprise, he was ridiculously tired but he didn't want to cancel movie night.

Innie isn't there so he must have gone to bed. All Jisung finds of him is a sweatshirt draped over his upper half, and he immediately recognizes it as the one Innie was wearing while they were watching the movie, a light purple one, plain and simple. Innie must have taken it off and covered Jisung with it before going to his room.

Jisung reaches for his phone to check out the time. 11:30. Damn, it's not even that late. Jisung should get home and sleep in his own bed to be as rested as possible before tomorrow as they have a schedule.

Still, he allows himself to lie there for a few more minutes, pulling the sweatshirt closer to his neck and face. Jeongin has the freshest scent out of them all, all mint and eucalyptus, a mix that usually makes Jisung feel wide awake and ready for anything. Innie's energy is always contagious and it shows up on his scent as well. Jisung doesn't mean to keep sniffing the sweatshirt like a weirdo, but it's just very addictive. Plus, he has to take advantage of the fact that no one else is there to look at him strange.

Jisung sits up and sighs. Felix, Minho, and Seungmin were already in their rooms when Innie and Jisung started watching the movie. With so much going on they've all turned into old ladies who go to bed early. Except Chan, who Jisung is going to lecture when he gets home and sees that he hasn't gone to bed yet.

He sees the light is on in Seungmin's and Minho's room. He hopes they're doing something relaxing and getting a lot of rest. He won't disturb them.

He gets up, legs achy from the strange curled up position he was in, and stands there for a moment, wondering if he's leaving something behind. Keys, wallet, phone.

The sweatshirt.

I mean, Innie gave it to him, he was basically lending it to Jisung, right? It's not bad for Jisung to take it. Plus, maybe it's cold outside, even though it's June. Innie deemed it necessary that Jisung had it, so Jisung shall take it.

Jisung drapes the sweatshirt over his own shoulders before heading out, closing the door behind himself softly.

--

SKZ ьщ


Lixie

Hey I need some new sheets anyone wanna go in with me and buy in bulk?

Binnie

Are you seriously gonna buy sheets in bulk

Iyenie

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MongMong

Watch the confused delivery guy handing Lix thirteen boxes of sheets

Lixie

No I'll be careful ьч

Dad

Actually I do need sheets

Cat Hyung

Same

Lixie

See! I have good ideas

Binnie

Buy for everyone, then.

Lixie

On it ьч

Make them very soft!!!!!!!!

Lixie

Ofc baby

Speaking of sheets

Baby

Not this again

We need a less strong laundry detergent

I think I'm allergic to the scent!

Baby

you're not allergic to the scent you're just annoying

I like the one the others have better ьч

Binnie

Then move in with them

Iyenie

No thanks I lived with Jisung enough

Hey! We had fun!

Iyenie

We can still have fun sleeping in different apartments

Lixie

I saw an instagram ad for an unscented laundry detergent it's supposed to be better for the environment

ьэ

Baby

no

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--


It isn't a problem. It really isn't.

Yes, Jisung has told teeny tiny lies around the clothes thing. Says he doesn't know where some things are when he knows exactly where they are. Some of it it's because admitting to some stuff might be embarrassing. Other stuff it's because he doesn't really want to give it back. A lot of it is also because he forgot he even had it, I mean, who knows every single piece of clothing they have?

Certainly not his members.

Taking stuff from his roommates was easy. Normal, even. One person leaves a shirt here, some sweatpants there, a beanie or a blanket mixes in with his stuff... It's normal roommate behavior.

This, though. This isn't normal behavior and he knows it.

The others live in an entirely different apartment in an entirely different building. They still share clothes sometimes, but mostly asking first.

If taking Felix's cardigan was a fluke and Minho's scarf a mischievous game, this is downright thievery.

Jisung hadn't planned on it, but when they all gathered at the other apartment to have dinner after Seungmin's Lotte Giants game was canceled, he was suddenly and intensely tempted.

It isn't his fault that Seungmin's room is next to the bathroom, though. It isn't his fault that Seungmin's door was open. It isn't his fault that he casually glances in and sees Seungmin's Lotte Giants t-shirt hanging out of his laundry basket. It definitely isn't his fault how good it smells, the subtle but unmistakable flowery scent that Seungmin carries everywhere reaching Jisung even from some distance away.

What is his fault, though, is currently being elbow deep into Seungmin's laundry basket.

His initial plan was to just take the t-shirt. He'd seen pictures of how cute Seungmin looked in it, and he doesn't really have anything of Seungmin's. Out of all the members he's the hardest to take from, as he doesn't care about fashion the way Innie or Hyunjin do, and he never asks Jisung to borrow anything like Felix or Chan might. He's very private too and Jisung respects that.

Usually.

Once he takes the t-shirt, though, he sees other stuff in there that calls to him. Since he doesn't usually have access to Seungmin's stuff, he thinks that he might as well grab the grey hoodie and a long-sleeve green shirt that Jisung actually loves. This one he might wash.

He needs to be quick, though, because everyone else is waiting outside in the living room, an impromptu dinner organized by Minho and Felix to cheer Seungmin up about the game.

Shit. Seungmin really cares about the team. And this t-shirt. Jisung probably shouldn't just take it like this...

But then he has it in his hands and the scent of jasmine hits him stronger, delicately sweet and perfume-y in the best way. It reminds Jisung of long nights where he and Seungmin would lock themselves up in a practice room to sing for hours until they were satisfied with the progress. And then Seungmin would still continue afterwards.

He doesn't think he has a choice. He has to take this, something tells him so. And yes, he feels like a weirdo, a disgusting gremlin who steals used clothes from his members with absolutely no excuse for it.

But he can worry about it later. For now, he just needs to get this to his bag without anyone noticing and things will be fine.

It will be fine.

--

SKZ ьщ


Dad

Hey I know it's our day off and you all probably have plans

But I need you to come to our apartment now

Cat Hyung

Is everything okay?

Dad

Yeah, but I do think it's important everyone come

Binnie

I can cancel gym?

Dad

Please do

Binnie

Ok. Omw.

Iyenie

Felix is asleep should I wake him.

Dad

Yes, please.

MongMong

I'd never heard Innie yell like that

Lixie

WHAT THE FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

Dad

It's nothing bad but I need you guys here.

Baby

Omg the suspense is killing me can't you tell us?

Dad

Nope. You have to see it.

Cat Hyung

We're on our way.

Baby

Me too.

Dad

Good.

Just be quiet when you come in.

Lixie

Sungie is not answering, is he there already?

Dad

Yeah he's here.

Iyenie

This is so weird what do you want us to see at your place?

Dad

You'll see but...

Probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.


--

The day he returned home with Seungmin's clothes Jisung knew he had some things to think about. He didn't want to, but it was unavoidable to see what was going on.

Especially when every time he'd been feeling bad over the past few weeks, he'd been crawling into his closet and curled up around the stolen clothes and blankets.

So yeah. Jisung think it's pretty clear he's an omega.

Alphas don't collect each other's clothes and feel comforted by the scent. Betas probably don't do that either and certainly not with the borderline level of obsessiveness Jisung has done it, feeling basically unable to resist it when he was surrounded by so many people that smell so nice and make him feel so much better about the world.

The worst part is actually coming to terms with the fact that he's probably the only omega in their group. Yeah, Seungmin, like himself, hadn't presented yet, but Jisung was pretty sure Seungmin wasn't sometimes sleeping on stolen clothes from other members or even worrying about this question all too much. He was going to be another alpha.

Except for Jisung.

Just thinking about that had been giving Jisung so much anxiety that he'd been absentmindedly collecting even more things. Lots of blankets (which were not easy to get) a couple of scarves from Felix, more of Chan's hoodies... he wasn't even fully aware of everything he had.

But that afternoon he realizes it's too much.

Having a free day is a blessing for them, and Jisung usually prefers to spend it at home and relax and today is no different. The only problem is that he isn't relaxing.

He opens the closet and feels immediate shame about the mess he has there. It's not cute and it's not funny, it's just... A lot.

So he decides to organize it.

Pushing his bed against the wall so he has more room, he starts taking things out to sort. First the blankets so not everything is on the floor, and then hoodies, t-shirts, long sleeves... God he even has some beanies in the mix. Whose are those?

Resisting the urge to bury his face in almost every single item he tries to sort is an exercise in futility. Jisung is just irredeemable at this point.

When he finally gets to the scarves and even a pillowcase or two, Jisung turns away from his closet to look at the progress.

He's made a nest.

Oh my god. He made a fucking nest.

It's not perfect, a lot of it it's thrown haphazardly around the circle, but he's at least smart enough to recognize a nest when he sees one.

Oh god. What the hell. What is he gonna do when he presents? How are the others going to take it? What happens to his life as he knows it when he starts having heats or...

He can't handle it. Not right now. It's a lot, it's too much, he can't handle this right now, not when they have schedule tomorrow, plus a bunch of meetings with executives in the afternoon.

Oh god, what will the company say when Jisung presents?

He tries to turn his brain off, puts on loud music and does the only thing his hands are asking him to do; make the nest better.

Driven by the instinct he's been trying to ignore for months, Jisung starts putting pieces of garments together by the combination of texture and scent that makes the most sense to him. It's crazy how easy it is, how natural it feels to mix and match things of each member with some things of his own and make the shape of the nest itself ideal and comfortable. Not too big because otherwise it's not cozy, but not too small because it feels claustrophobic. Some sheets can hang down from the open door of his closet to create a better backdrop for the whole thing, more enclosed from the outside world.

He's exhausted by the time he finishes. He usually doesn't move a finger on his days off so this is a strange change of pace.

Luckily, he now has the absolutely most inviting place to fall asleep he's ever laid his eyes on. He almost can't believe he's never done this before, the idea so enticing and obvious to him now that it's making him drowsy just looking at it.

So he stops looking and crawls in, but not before spotting one final garment that he almost left out. Chan's Mahagrid hoodie.

Jisung zips it on and lies back on his nest.

His nest.

The idea still makes him nervous, but it's hard to worry too much when he's surrounded by the intoxicating and comforting mix of all his members' scents. Sweet, warm, spicy, fresh, floral, natural... it all comes to him in varying degrees, creating new notes, not competing but fitting together in the most perfect way Jisung couldn't have even dreamt about.

And so he dreams about it, falling asleep almost too easily, lulled by the comfort of everyone else.

--

Some things, however, are impossible to sleep through.

Seven people staring at you is one of them.

They're not even making noise, not really. Some louder breathing, and some shifting only, but the tension that fills the air is basically what wakes Jisung up, bleary-eyed and confused.

"Huh?"

He's so relaxed it takes his heart and brain several seconds to realize what's happening. But when they do, panic sets in.

"I-"

Everyone is looking at him. All seven of them. In Jisung's room.

Where his nest is.

"Jisungie," Chan says first. His eyes don't move away from Jisung, even for a second. "Did you-"

"No," Jisung shakes his head. "No. Not yet. But, um..."

He feels it, the familiar and unwelcome sting behind his eyes, the knot forming in his throat. And the realization of how weak he must look now that he's starting to cry only accelerates the whole thing.

"No, Jisung, it's okay-" Chan starts, taking a step closer to Jisung but then stopping in his tracks, as if afraid. "It's really okay."

Jisung shakes his head. "I'm the only one. I'm gonna be the only one," he sobs, tears now running down his cheeks when he looks down at his hands, unable to withstand the heavy eyes of everyone.

"You don't know-" Hyunjin starts but Jisung shakes his head harder.

"I do. Look at this." He signals with his hands all around. "Seungmin isn't doing this. It's only me."

"Even if it's only you," Seungmin continues. "It doesn't matter. It will be okay, there's nothing bad about being omega."

Jisung wants to say that he only says that because he knows he won't be one. And yeah in theory he knows there's nothing bad but... He really didn't think he'd be the only one.

Jisung doesn't say anything, words becoming more difficult. He tries to stop the crying and only succeeds a little.

"So..." Minho starts in a tone Jisung knows all too well. "This is where all our clothes went."

Jisung snorts. Yeah, classic Minho trying to diffuse the tension.

It only works for a second, though. Jisung looks up again, sees the pity and carefulness in their expressions. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you all but-"

"It's okay," Felix starts. "Who cares? They're just clothes, Sungie." The others nod. "And you put them to good use."

"But you could have asked," Changbin pipes in. "I would have given you more if I knew you wanted them."

"Maybe not such expensive ones..." Hyunjin adds and Innie elbows him on the side. "Kidding!"

Jisung sniffles. "I... I didn't know how to tell you. It got to a point where it was too late to come clean. I didn't want you to think I was weird and gross..."

"We would never think that." Chan looks like he means it, which is nice, but still hard for Jisung to accept. "We would never think that about you. Much less when you made something so... incredible."

Jisung wipes away some of the tears. "Incredible?"

Nods all around. Their eyes trail all over the nest and then back to Jisung, who feels himself blushing.

"It's beautiful, Ji," Changbin says.

"So pretty!" Felix nods fervently.

Even Innie seems to approve, looking at the pink sweatshirt Jisung swore up and down he had no idea of its whereabouts. "Good job, hyung."

"Thank you. I..." He chuckles. "I honestly had no idea what the hell I was doing. It didn't really hit me until earlier today."

"It's perfect," Seungmin says, a soft smile on his lips. "It's very you."

Jisung flushes harder, the tears a memory by now. "Me? But it's almost all from you guys. There's almost nothing of mine here."

Chan smiles. "But you made it. I get trails of everyone's scent but mostly, it's you. Orange and citrus and so much sweetness..."

The others smile and nod. Wow. Jisung wouldn't have guessed, He can't really pick up much of his scent in this crazy mix that he's made.

Felix steps closer but, like Chan, hesitates and stop. "Sungie, can... Can I come in? I really wanna hug you."

Jisung blinks up at him. Felix seems to almost be shaking. "Oh, you... really want to?" It really doesn't fit into Jisung's head that anyone other than himself could find this appealing. Are they really not grossed out about some of these clothing being not technically all that clean?

Felix nods, hands clutching each other. Behind him, the others seem weary but eager as well. They all want to come in?

"Oh. Oh, yeah, sure, of course. You can all come in if you want."

Felix all but launches himself at Jisung, wrapping him in a big hug that sends them both backwards, giggling despite the air being knocked out of Jisung. It feels so good to hug him, to have Felix press his nose into Jisung's shoulder and inhale and exhale.

The others walk in too, settling comfortably all around the nest but huddled close together. Hyunjin ends up on Jisung's other side and leans his head over Jisung's own, wrapping a hand around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry if I've been a dick lately. We can switch detergents if you want."

Jisung smiles. "As long as you don't treat me any differently, you dick."

"You're a dick."

"You-"

"Okay!" Changbin interrupts, slapping Jisung's calf. "You're both dicks. What else is new."

"I knew it was you who took my scarf," Minho says, grabbing the garment as if it offended him personally.

"You did not," Innie tells him. "You told me you thought you'd left it at a photoshoot."

"Shush, Yang Jeongin. The nest is a place of peace and agreement."

"Maybe with Jisung hyung, you're fair game," Innie replies and places one of Felix's scarves over Minho's head to cover his face, much to Chan's delight.

Jisung spots Seungmin finding the Lotte Giants shirt and his heart drops. Out of everything he took, that was the one that made him feel the guiltiest. "Oh. Seungmin, I'm so, so sorry. I knew how much this means to you and I took it anyway. I will wash it for you and-"

"No, keep it." When Jisung shakes his head, Seungmin insists. "Keep it. I want you to have this one and I'll get another and with that one I'll throw the first pitch."

Jisung relents, his heart expanding so much he thinks it's gonna burst. Tears threaten to come out again but he reels them in.

Changbin hugs Seungmin and makes a high pitched annoying noise that makes everyone wince.

Jisung looks at all of them, his family, happy and comfortable and so close.

"You guys really didn't have to come here on your free day," Jisung says, remembering how precious their time is. "Wait, why did you even come in the first place?"

"Chan hyung texted us," Innie says, dimpled smile mischievous. "Said he was dying of cuteness."

"I did not say that," Chan chimes in but he's smiling too.

"We thought someone had died but when we arrived he was basically the Snoop Dog meme." Felix pretends to hold a piece of paper. "This is the cutest shit I've ever seen."

They all laugh except Minho who doesn't understand memes. He does look at Jisung with a soft expression, though. "He was right."

Jisung blushes, knowing he looks a wreck but his heart is so full he doesn't even care.

They all end up spending the rest of the day there, despite Jisung's insistence that they should all go do whatever they were gonna do in the first place. They say they want to stay in.

So they order food and very reluctantly leave the nest to eat. They hop back in and play a movie on Jisung's TV, and soon after, full and drowsy, they all start falling asleep right there in Jisung's nest. He really can't believe it yet.

There's too many limbs to keep track of. On Jisung's right side, Changbin snores lightly on his back with a hand over Jisung and a hand over Hyunjin, who in turn has inched his way closer to Innie. Innie had refused to sleep cuddled to Hyunjin earlier, but his head has dropped to the side now that he's asleep and is just inches away from Hyunjin's shoulder. Felix did get a free pass from Innie and has his head on Innie's stomach, wrapping around him like a vice. Across from them, Seungmin is using one of Felix's legs and a whole bunch of hoodies as a pillow, looking like a real puppy curled in so close to all of them. His back is to Minho and Minho's back is to him, but they're touching. Finally, Minho is facing Chan. He was complaining before about how warm Chan is but now he's peacefully asleep, bunny teeth showing.

Chan is the only one awake aside from Jisung. Jisung can feel his breathing, so turns on his side to face him. Changbin only stirs slightly behind him.

Chan smiles, face soft. "Hi."

"Hello."

They spend a moment like that, just breathing in and out.

"You knew I was the one stealing the clothes, didn't you?" Jisung asks, following a hunch.

"Yeah..." Of course. "I suspected but I wasn't sure, though."

Jisung nods. "Thanks for not telling."

Chan's hands find Jisung's face and once again Jisung has to try not to cry. "You know we always got you, right? Always, Ji."

Jisung exhales. He knows, or he thinks he does, but listening to it makes Jisung's insides melt.

"Love you, hyung." Jisung lowers his head into the crook of Chan's neck. He smells like himself, of course. But he also smells like all of them. Like Jisung. Like his nest.

"We love you, baby."

Chapter End Notes

Will Jisungie really present as an omega? Will Seungmin present as alpha? Is Jisung still stealing clothes? Does he even know how to do laundry?

I guess we shall see! Let me know what you thought about this chapter and if you have thoughts/ideas about what Jisung will be like with the others! Any guesses of what will happen?


Felix


Chapter Summary

Jisung has not one but TWO awkward conversations. Poor baby, someone save him!

Chapter Notes

&ЧThe smut starts on this chapter and will continue on all others! No major warnings other than the tags that are already in place, though.&Ч

SO, in the universe, people don't present by having a heat or a rut right away. It's a slower process that eventually gets confirmed by a professional. Also, Alphas can only knot when they're in their ruts. Again, this is my first time writing a/b/o so if something else doesn't make sense let me know but I'm trying to go with the flow of what feels best for the story.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jisung sees him and the fog clears. Only slightly, not completely, but enough. Chan always makes things easier for Jisung, even being drunk around him is better.

"Hyung!"

Chan looks up from his phone, smiling at Jisung. "Having fun?"

Jisung nods. "Mhm. One doesn't turn 24 every year," he says, trying to articulate as much as possible.

"Truly. Your birthday was two days ago, though."

"So what? Felix's was one day ago!" Jisung replies, as if this means anything. Does it? Well, the point is that they did the party on Saturday because they had schedule throughout the week.

And ever since his actual birthday, Jisung has had but one wish. Actually, he started thinking of that wish way before, since the day he officially presented. But potato potatoe.

The only way his wish would be fulfilled was if he actually did something about it himself. Which is the worst possible way for things to work out. Does he have to do everything himself around here?

Chan chuckles and pats Jisung's head as he looks back to his phone. Jisung has half a mind to snoop and see what he's doing, but he must stay focused.

Chan smells very nice and woodsy today, though. "Hyung. I have a question."

"Shoot," Chan says without looking up. He must not be taking Jisung very seriously right now because he usually gives Jisung his whole attention. Rude. Well, drunk Jisung can be very persuasive, even if Chan is currently not drunk Chan because he decided to be responsible and not drink. Psh. Boring.

"Well, more than a question is a request. A favor, if you will."

"Yeah?" Chan asks, looking up at Jisung this time.

Jisung steels himself. Calls in the power of his confident stage presence. The power of the alcohol running through his veins. The power of Anya Forger.

"Will you spend my first heat with me?"

For a second Jisung isn't sure if he said the words out loud or not because Chan doesn't react and time is slowing down, syrupy and weird the way it is with alcohol sometimes.

But then he sees the way Chan's eyes widen, head reeling back a bit, mouth slack. "I- you- uh, what?"

"Now, before you ask, here are some reasons why this is a good idea." Let it never be said that Han Jisung isn't prepared. Sure, there are places and hotels designed for people to spend their heats and ruts, whether first-timers or not. He knows that some of the members have actually gone to such places in the past, but he isn't sure that's for him. His social anxiety is bad enough on a regular day, nevermind in such a vulnerable situation. So, he started thinking about the people he does know that are in his life and could be potential candidates.

He dares anyone to find a better candidate for this than Bang Chan.

So Jisung starts counting. "One, you're really hot," he raises his forefinger. "Wait, that wasn't number one. Was it? Anyway, it's true anyhow. Two, you've had experience before so you know what you're doing. Right? I mean, not to pry. How many people have you done it with?" Jisung shakes his head. "No, no! Don't tell me. It's none of my business. Sorry. Sorry." Jisung counts the third finger. "Three, I trust you."

Throughout all this Chan simply stares at Jisung as if trying to figure him out. It's cute.

"Four, you're really, really hot. For real."

Chan finally reacts, breaking into a beautiful dimpled smile. Drunk Jisung is so right, Chan is very hot. "Okay, okay. This is just... I wasn't expecting this."

Jisung nods, trying to look understanding, hoping he doesn't look psychotic nodding so much. "Sorry. I just think it's as good time as any. They said I probably wouldn't get my first heat for a couple of months but... you know. Better to be prepared."

Getting confirmation that he is in fact an omega wasn't as scary as he had imagined because, well, he'd been pretty sure already and everyone was very supportive. He's just glad he has time to prepare before any heats interrupt his busy schedule. Still, though, he can't help but feel like an outsider in a house and group full of alphas. Seungmin hasn't received confirmation but it's a matter of time.

It's Chan's turn to nod. "Right but... Jisungie. You're drunk."

"Interesting observation."

"You know we need to have this conversation while you're sober, right?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course Chan would say that. "But hyung, Sober Jisung is just gonna tell you the same. I promise. I have thought a lot about this."

Chan seems to soften. "You have?"

"Mhm. And I am right."

Chan chuckles again. "Well, I'm still gonna talk to sober Jisung."

Jisung pouts and whines a little because, well, he can. And he's drunk, so he double cans. And this is half his birthday party so he triply cans. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder. "Fine. Tell sober Jisung he's an idiot."

"Never."

"Hmm."

Chan's scent wraps around Jisung, still as comforting as ever.

"I'm gonna go do more shots with Hyunjin," Jisung says before jumping out of Chan's arms.

"Jisung, no!"

"Jisung, yes!"

Felix jumping on his back first thing in the morning is not what Jisung needs when he's so fucking hungover.

"Good morning birthday bestie." Felix sounds and smells fresh, as he he's been up for a while and even took a shower. God. Jisung wonders what does it feel like to have control over your own will?

"Morning," Jisung murmurs into his pillow. Felix nuzzles into the back of Jisung's head and hums. It feels nice, but Jisung images he smells terrible, like booze and sweat and shame. "What time is it?"

"Like eleven? I woke up on the couch with a sticky note on my forehead saying there's some food in the fridge in Minho's handwriting."

Jisung snorts. He reaches for his phone under the pillow.

SKZ ьщ


Dad

Everyone woke up okay?

Baby

Lix is passed out on the couch lol

Dad

Yeah I saw him this morning when I left for the studio ьч

Iyenie

You're In the studio already?

Dad

Had work to do

MongMong

Woke up with Minho hyung vacuuming

Cat Hyung

It's not my fault the apartment is filthy

Baby

At least you didn't wake up to Changbin asking you if you wanted to go to the gym

Binnie

Last night you told me you'd come!

Baby

I was DRUNK, I'd say anything!

Binnie

Anyway

Anyone wanna come? I'm on my way out.

Iyenie

Hell no. I'm staying holed in today.

MongMong

I have vocal lessons soon

Baby

And I'm doing my hangover day recovery

Cat Hyung

That means he's gonna spend absurds amounts of money on clothes and fancy drinks

Baby

Don't judge my healing process ьъ

Dad

Haha

So Jisungie is still asleep?

Baby

Yeah he's as gone as Felix

Why?

Dad

No reason

Okay, I'm putting my phone on silent now

Call if you need me

Cat Hyung

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Oh god. Chan.

Jisung drops his phone on the floor and groans.

"Did you have fun last night?" Felix asks. Truth to be told, Jisung always has fun at their shared birthday parties. This one, though...

Jisung still nods. "Got way too drunk."

Felix laughs, low and rumbly. "Same."

"Let Hyunjin convince me shots were a good idea."

"Double same."

"Asked Chan hyung to help me through my first heat."

In the silence Jisung can feel Felix's heart beat against his back.

"I... did not do that." Jisung snorts and hides his face in the pillow. God. He didn't even intend to tell Felix but it just... burst out of him. He had to tell someone. Felix leans his head to the side to try and look at Jisung. "Wait, for real?"

Jisung nods. Groans into the pillow. "I'm so stupid."

Felix slides from Jisung's back onto his side and pokes his cheek. "You're not. You were drunk."

Jisung turns his head to the side to look at Felix. He looks tired, but definitely a lot better than Jisung feels. "That's the thing. I didn't just say it cause I was drunk. I'd been thinking about it for a while."

Felix nods. "Okay, well, yeah, if I was in your position I would probably ask Chris too."

"Yeah?"

"It makes sense. So... did you ask him because you're, uh, you think it's gonna happen soon or-"

Jisung shakes his head, feeling his stomach drop. "No, I don't think so. But when it does I wanna have a plan. But yeah, probably not yet."

"I figured. You don't smell any different." Felix leans in to sniff at Jisung's neck playfully and Jisung pushes him away, ticklish.

"Stop! I smell terrible right now."

"Nah."

Felix really seems to believe what he says, since he cuddles in closer to Jisung. Jisung lets him, rolling onto his back but opening his arm to the side to keep Felix there stuck to him.

"It was so mortifying, though. Well, in the moment I didn't really care, but now Chan is definitely gonna wanna talk about it and..." Jisung keeps groaning, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm gonna have to tell him I was being serious."

"He's Chan hyung. He won't embarrass you on purpose if he knows it's a delicate topic."

"I know but...God, this whole thing is going to be a mess. How am I going to handle all that on top of everything we do. How are you all gonna handle..." he trails off, shooting Felix a worried glance. He hasn't talked about this with anyone, but he knows they all thought about it when they found out Jisung was going to be an omega. Seven alphas having to be around an omega in heat? It's not gonna be easy.

Maybe Jisung should rethink the hotels...

"We will handle it however we will handle it. It doesn't matter how, Jisungie. We will all deal with it one way or another no matter what and that's that." Felix leaves no room for argument or doubt in his expression and it both warms and scares Jisung. Because they don't know, they don't know how complicated it could get.

"Thank you."

Felix hugs him and Jisung can't help but breathe in his scent. So warm. "Everything will be fine."

Jisung nods. Tries to believe it. "Thanks. I just hope it won't get awkward with hyung after we... you know."

Felix is quiet for a bit. Jisung feels his breath on his collarbones. "Probably not. I mean, maybe at first? But if things go well there's no reason for things to become too awkward."

"Well? What do you mean things go well?" Oh god, can things go wrong during a heat? Could Jisung screw up a heat somehow?

Felix clearly notices the slight panic he's induced and he pulls back to look at Jisung, eyes wide. "No, no, I just meant... no, things will go well. You and Channie are too close for this to change anything. It's just sex, right? You can't go wrong. "

Logically that sounds correct but Jisung just wants to complain and whine. "Yeah, just sex," he laughs sarcastically. "Something I haven't even had." Maybe things can't go wrong wrong, but they can very well suck. Jisung can embarrass himself and make Chan have an awful time and he will never live it down.

"Oh. Right," Felix says, as if he genuinely forgot that about Jisung's inexperience. Maybe he did. It's not like everyone must be constantly thinking about how much of a virgin Jisung is. That's Jisung's job.

But seriously, it's not like he's had a lot of free time to take care of that particular issue. He's been busy. And interested in other things.

"Yeah. Let's just hope some instinct takes over and I don't suck so much." He laughs again because, well, he has to. Or he'll cry. And he doesn't wanna make Felix feel even more pity for him than he already probably has.

Felix looks at him with a small frown. It's cute. "I... I mean, maybe I'm speaking out of my ass here but I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to go into your first heat without any experience, Jisungie." Before Jisung can panic again, Felix barrels on. "I don't mean to freak you out. It's just, these things can be intense. Ruts are intense, and heats are supposed to be even more so? Again, I don't know for sure of course. And going through it without really knowing what to expect, what certain things feel like, what your body is like in that situation... I don't know, sounds like a lot."

Jisung doesn't wanna freak out, but what choice does he have? He sits up, forcing Felix to do so as well. "Oh my god. I didn't even think about all that!" Jisung is gonna be basically begging to get fucked during his heat but he has never had as much as a toy inside him. And he was planning to just go all out on his first time like that? He's a certified idiot. "And we've both seen Chan hyung's dick! It's huge!"

Felix tries to hold his laughter for exactly two seconds before he bursts. "Sorry, sorry!" He looks apologetically towards Jisung's angry stare.

"I'm serious, dude!" Maybe Jisung can get some toys online, start there? That's not losing his virginity with a person but it's something. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? If I couldn't find someone to lose my virginity with before I'm certainly not gonna do it now under pressure."

It's not that Jisung has been actively looking for anyone. He decided a long time to leave that up to fate whenever it came. He was happy with his life so why force it? He knows not everyone is like that and some other members do sometimes go the extra mile to go on a secret date or meet someone, but it seems like too much if a hassle for Jisung, not to mention potentially damaging to his career.

Again, Felix is quiet for a long time, looking thoughtfully at the lint on Jisung's t-shirt before he picks it off. "Well, uh I could. You know. Do it."

Jisung blinks at him. "What do you- oh."

Oh my god. Did Felix mean...

"I'm sorry. That was stupid!" he raises his hands in front of him and laughs awkwardly, glancing down between them. "Stupid idea. Sorry." Felix looks up and Jisung can't stop staring at him. "Unless... you don't think it's stupid?"

Jisung has no idea what he thinks. His mind feels like static. "I... uh. You'd do that?"

Felix is definitely blushing a little. Oh god, he's serious. "If... If it's something you'd want, then yeah. I would."

Jiusng had honestly not thought of Felix that way. Well, maybe there was a dream or two. He's attractive for sure. Gorgeous. But their relationship has been all friendly all the time. Except those times Jisung jokingly tries to kiss him and Felix rises to the challenge and then they laugh and giggle and flirt.

But after three seconds of consideration, Jisung thinks it's not a bad idea at all. He doesn't wanna do it with a strange person and he usually feels little to no shame when he's around Felix. Not that he's not comfortable with the other members but he does have the capacity to feel embarrassed around them. With Felix, though, it's as if they have some basic understanding of the part of each other that's cringe and silly and gross and none of it matters.

"You're... considering it?" Felix asks, breaking Jisung out of his rapid-fire thoughts.

He blinks at him. Felix looks expectant, almost anxious. "I... I'm just- I can't believe you'd do that for me." Jisung knows Felix loves him and Felix is one of the most generous people out there, but it's still hard to believe that he's offering Jisung to take his virginity just like that.

"It's not like..." Felix looks like he's finding it hard to come up with the words he has to say, something that used to happen a lot when he was still learning korean but now barely happens as he usually rambles on even if what he says doesn't make sense. "Like, I would be making a huge sacrifice or anything, Sungie. I mean, it wouldn't be all for your benefit. You're... hot."

Felix smiles bashfully but Jisung just keeps blinking. "I am?"

"Don't ask stupid questions." He slaps Jisung's shoulder playfully.

"I'm not! I just..." Jisung isn't unattractive, he knows, but Felix thinks he's hot? "You've thought about it before? Doing it... with me?" Jisung is just all colors of confused.

"Yeah?" Felix says as if Jisung was being stupid. "Seriously, Jisungie, I don't know how any of this is a surprise. You're pretty, you're hot, and you're cute. You're a catch and literally any of us would be lucky to do anything with you."

Okay Jisung is officially flustered. He thinks about denying it all, but Felix looks too sincere, too insisting.

"And, I know I don't have a lot of experience but... yeah, at least you'd know what it's like, you know?"

Jisung nods and then nods again. That makes sense. Plus Felix really is attractive and knows Jisung well. And he complimented Jisung so much. Is he seriously into Jisung? And what did he mean by 'any of us'?

Has Jisung been quiet for too long?

"Sungie?"

Oh, yes he has.

"I am- I mean, yeah. We could... We could do that."

Maybe Felix shouldn't look so thrilled, and maybe it shouldn't send something stirring in Jisung's chest, but he has clearly entered a twilight zone so what does he know anymore?

"Yeah? Okay, so..." Felix's eyes are large and bright and Jisung is starting to feel energy buzz inside around him.

He shoots to his feet. "So... I'm gonna take a shower."

Felix sits up straighter. "Wait, n-now? You wanna do it now?"

Jisung feels the heat of embarrassment envelop him. Why does he always have to be so eager? "I... sorry. I just thought-"

"No, no, great idea, actually!" Felix grins. "We have nothing to do and nowhere to be all day. If you feel up to it..."

Jisung nods, knowing his cheeks have reddened. Tha hangover is rapidly fading in favor of anxious nerves, but the good kind, the kind he gets before performing. "Okay. Then, yeah, I'm gonna take a shower."

Felix smirks. "Would you not take a shower if we weren't gonna do anything?"

Jisung snorts. "Don't ask stupid questions, Lix."

Jisung pops an aspirin before taking a thorough shower. He frets the entire time, but at least no one else is in the apartment and he only has to worry about himself and Felix.

No matter how much Jisung tries to prepare mentally, though, he can't seem to process the fact that he's about to have sex with Felix. Felix. His Felix. He doesn't want to back down and is more excited by the second; losing his virginity with someone he loves so much is only a good idea no matter how he looks at it, it just happened so fast he still can't believe it.

When he steps out of the shower he's half hard and sensitive, hoping he didn't take too long and Felix may be having second thoughts. But he seemed pretty sure about doing this, though.

He brushes his teeth well and takes a breather in front of the mirror for a second. He looks okay, if a little tired. As good as it gets.

He walks back into his room wearing only a towel around his waist and has to stop by the door.

Felix is there on his bed, but so is a spread of things he apparently prepared. Condoms, lube, water bottles, a couple of energy and chocolate bars, and some clothes. He has also turned on Jisung's fairy lights and soft music is playing on Jisung's speakers, the screen of Felix's phone still lit up on a playlist.

Felix's eyes trail over Jisung's naked torso and then he smiles gently. Jisung's insides squirm with affection.

"I wasn't sure whether you wanted to be here, or your nest," Felix says as he holds up some of the clothes, a t-shirt, sweatpants, something that might be a hoodie. "But I had my duffel bag here from yesterday and I thought maybe you'd want these? It's okay if not. They kind of stink." He laughs awkwardly and sets the clothes down. "But anything that makes you feel more comfortable."

Jisung's nest isn't at its best right now because he started building it yesterday and then had to finish up other stuff, but it's definitely more enticing to him for this purpose than his bed, and Felix's clothes might make it better.

He closes the door behind him and it's as if they're alone in the world, him and Felix. The only thing that grounds Jisung to the present is the fact that his room perpetually smells like every other member when his nest is built, but right now Felix's scent is of course stronger and it makes Jisung shiver. So warm.

"We can use the nest. If you're okay with it."

Felix is more than okay with it judging by the way he beams. It's still weird for Jisung to think that others actually like his nest. They're still overtly respectful of it, never going in without Jisung's permission.

Jisung grabs the clothes Felix offered and arranges them around the nest. He throws in his bed pillows and sheets too and it makes everything look better already. Felix seems eager but hesitant and Jisung offers him his hand.

"You're gonna eat this." Felix puts an energy bar in Jisung's hand instead. Jisung grumbles. Felix knows he doesn't love eating after just waking up, much less with a hangover. "I don't care. You eat it and drink that and then I'll follow you to your nest and kiss you."

Jisung blinks. How can he eat now with his heart lodged in his throat?

Felix is so pretty, lips curled into a smile because he knows he's making Jisung fluster. It would be annoying if Jisung didn't love him.

So Jisung eats his stupid energy bar and drinks his stupid water and then silently drags Felix to his nest. It's only then that it dawns on him that he's one article of clothing away from being naked, standing on his nest, holding Felix's hand.

Felix must notice his apprehension and squeezes Jisung's hand. "Are you sure you still wanna, Jisungie?"

Jisung nods, resolute. "I do. Just... Take the lead?"

"Of course, baby." Felix steps closer when Jisung shivers. He smiles and trails fingers up Jisung's arms until he reaches his shoulders and digs his fingers in a few times. "Just... Maybe tell me if there's things you wanna try? Or things you don't wanna try? Or... I don't know, have you ever tried anything yourself?"

Jisung feels heat reach his face. "I-uh, well, only my hand. My fingers, I mean. Only my fingers."

Felix nods, rubs his shoulders reassuringly. "Okay. We can try some things and if you ever wanna stop or don't like it you just tell me. Even if we don't go all the way today. Don't push it, I'm not going anywhere."

Jisung hadn't realized how much he was tensing up until he exhales and feels a weight lifting up. Felix is truly an angel.

"Okay. Yeah, let's try."

And just like that, Felix is kissing him.

Jisung can barely prepare, barely settle into his own skin before everything changes because Felix's lips are soft and warm and the scent of fresh grass fills Jisung's senses until he doesn't think he can ever look at Felix the same anymore.

It doesn't feel like any kiss Jisung has had before. Not that he's had many, but it was never like this. His hands find Felix's t-shirt and he holds on there, immediately addicted to the way Felix moves his lips against his. Careful. Sure. Dedicated.

Like he wants Jisung.

And Jisung wants too. His body fills with sizzling energy, from the tips of his fingers bunching Felix's t-shirt all the way to the hairs on the back of his neck and down his body, bouncing on the walls of his insides like a rubber ball out of control.

He hears himself whine quietly when Felix pulls away a little, his body begging him to chase Felix's warmth. Felix chuckles, low and rumbly, and Jisung is not above whining again, but Felix closes the distance between them again and their lips meet, urgent this time, encouraged by Jisung's pressing advances, pulling Felix closer and opening his mouth to invite him in. Felix's intake of breath before he licks into Jisung's mouth is something Jisung wants to keep forever and listen to in his earphones.

Felix not only smells like warmth and sunshine, he tastes like it too. Jisung can't help but push himself against him, get more, get everything, and it only makes Felix kiss him harder, tongue pushing against Jisung's.

Once again Jisung is reminded that he's only wearing a towel when he feels his dick twitch with a wave of arousal, blood turning south rapidly at the way Felix's tongue curls in his mouth. He's sure Jisung can feel him against his leg, hard and pushy through just a soft towel, and the thought makes Jisung feel a giddy sort of embarrassment, like a nervous laughter at the most inopportune time.

He breaks the kiss unwillingly, breathless laugh pushing past his lips, and he only has a second to look into Felix's confused eyes before he hides his face on Felix's neck, cheeks hotter than the skin there.

Felix places a careful hand on the back of Jisung's head. "Are you-"

"I know I'm hard. Don't laugh at me," he says absurdly, while huffing a laugh himself.

Felix grabs his shoulders again and pushes him away from his neck to look at him. Felix isn't laughing.

"Jisungie, I don't think you understand how unfunny that is, only because of how hot it is." That kills Jisung's nervous laughter real quick. "Seriously, just..." Felix's eyes trail down his naked torso, and his hands follow soon after, traversing the same path down Jisung's pecs, ribs, stomach, then around his waist and hips. "Fuck. It isn't funny at all. Can I take the towel off?"

Jisung gulps. He nods. He doesn't know what else to do because it's hard to believe Felix is serious about liking Jisung's body this much. But then he removes the towel and Jisung sees Felix's eyes look him over with nothing but appreciation and hunger and yeah, right, Felix is definitely an alpha, no matter how much Jisung doesn't usually think of him as one.

His eyes return to Jisung's, slowly, dragging along the way like a match striking before it's lit. Jisung's entire body is on fire. His cock twitches again. "Lie down for me, Jisungie."

Jisung does, breath held in his chest as he watches Felix tower above him and remove his own clothes. Every bit of exposed skin is like a present, even if he's seen Felix arms and abs a million times before. This is all about to be different.

The real new present is Felix's dick, half hard and as pretty as him. Shit, should Jisung really be into his dick this much?

He doesn't ponder for much longer because soon Felix is on him again, this time half above Jisung as he kisses him, cupping Jisung's jaw and setting a slower pace even if Jisung's insides beg him to go fast, fast, fast. Jisung tries to calm down by putting his hands on Felix's back, touching the muscles there, trailing down and then back up and making Felix shiver.

Soon, Felix's hand moves down again, feeling Jisung up in the most maddening way. Felix has always turned to physical touch as a way to comfort, to soothe, to distract and relax. Feeling those same hands trying to give only pleasure instead is doing things to Jisung, way too fast and soon. It's clear Felix wants to experiment, see what Jisung likes, something that Jisung himself isn't sure of, but so far he seems to like everything, breathing increasingly faster the more Felix traces, pinches, rubs, and grabs.

The dreaded whine returns when Felix circles his nipple with his thumb. It's still embarrassing, but Felix seems to like it, chest rumbling with a satisfied grunt as he noses his way down Jisung's throat and neck. "You smell so good."

Jisung nods because he wants to say that Felix smells good too. What comes out, instead, is, "You can scent me."

Felix pulls back to look at him, eyes a little wild. It sends a thrill down Jisung's body. "Really?"

Jisung nods again, never so sure of anything. He'd been sleeping with members' clothes for a while now, this can only be better. To smell like Felix right now seems like the best idea he's had since he decided to ask Chan to handle his heat.

Felix copies him, nodding rapidly. "Yeah, okay. You can scent me too."

They don't do this often as members. Chan sometimes offers to do it when someone is feeling nervous or down, as it helps ground them and remind them that he's there for them. Felix in particular loves it when others scent him, and Changbin is known to request it sometimes when he's feeling cuddly. Still then, it's usually done with wrists, but Felix starts rubbing his face on Jisung's scent gland and Jisung gasps. It's so much more intimate this way.

Felix hums. "So good. Wanna eat you up."

Jisung smiles because Felix has always said he wants to eat Jisung up when he's acting cute. What isn't so cute is the way Felix's small hand reaches down and wraps around Jisung's cock all of the sudden. A moan is ripped from Jisung's throat and he bucks up involuntarily.

"Good?" Felix asks, nose still pressed to Jisung's neck. Jisung just nods, breath rattling inside his chest as Felix begins to properly stroke him. After a few seconds he turns his head, looking down at Jisung with a pretty flush across his freckles. He's so gorgeous Jisung has to believe he's dreaming. The only thing that convinces him he isn't is the way Felix then leans down again, this time offering his neck to Jisung. He smells stronger than Jisung has ever felt on him, the fresh and warmth somehow sweet and earthy as well, almost primal in it's pureness. Jisung groans when he presses his face there.

"I've always loved smelling like you," Felix tells him, hand slowing down a little as Jisung rubs against his scent gland. "You have the sweetest scent."

Jisung wants to reply something just as heartfelt but his mouth feels useless. Felix squeezes his cock slightly and circles his thumb over the slit where the precum has accumulated. Jisung moans again, slick already making its way down between his asscheeks. He hasn't been this turned on in... Forever?

Felix swallows the tail end of Jisung's moan when he kisses him again and God, Jisung already feels addicted to this. He wonders if this is what sex is always like, or if Felix is extra good at it. He makes Jisung feel so comfortable even if he's still nervous about some of the things that may follow.

Felix pulls back to kiss Jisung's jaw and then trails down, and down, pawing and kissing at Jisung's chest at the same time, touching like he'd been waiting to do this all his life.

"So pretty," he whispers against Jisung's pec before he licks a nipple. Jisung gasps and grabs a handful of Felix's silky hair.

Felix doesn't linger too much, though, he keeps making his way down, his now fully hard dick brushes against Jisung's leg as he moves to lie between Jisung's thighs. Jisung knows where this is going, even if he doesn't want to assume-

"Can I suck you off?"

Hearing it makes this somehow less scary. Jisung feels his heart jump. "Y-yeah. Only if I can do it too after?" He wants to make Felix feel good. He can at least try. "I've never done it but-"

Felix kisses Jisung's stomach and smirks. "Oh? Well, it's not rocket science and I'm not an expert but... what if we do it at the same time so you can copy what I do?"

Jisung's face burns. At the same time? Felix would probably put him on top, right? Jisung isn't confident about not choking, but the image in his head it's too good to pass up. "Okay."

Felix nods and then makes to move, but at the last second he ducks down and licks the tip of Jisung's leaking cock and Jisung gasps so hard his lungs seem to burst.

"Sorry," Felix grins. "I couldn't resist."

Jisung feels like he needs three business days to recover from that. How the fuck is he gonna get through the rest?

Felix finally sits up and pecks Jisung quickly before moving around, lying on his side facing Jisung, or more like Jisung's crotch. Oh god. He pats the inside of his bottom thigh. "You can rest your head if you get tired."

Jisung trails his eyes bit further up and oh, yeah. There's Felix's dick. So close. They're doing this sideways, then. Jisung can do that.

"You okay?" Felix asks. "We can do it a different way or-"

"No, no." Jisung shakes his head, moves to lie on his side as well. "It's okay. I want to try this way."

Felix smiles at him, and from this position Jisung can see almost all his body from a weird perspective, but Felix looks good from all perspectives apparently. "Okay. Just take it easy. Follow what I do."

Jisung is good at following instructions when he wants to. So when Felix grabs Jisung's cock, he follows along.

Heart rattling inside his chest, Jisung tries to focus on what's in front of him and not the feeling of Felix's breath over his sensitive parts. Felix's dick is nice and pretty, like him. Not intimidatingly long. Jisung's stomach swoops thinking about what it'll be like to have it inside him.

All thought leave his head when Felix licks at him again. Jisung makes a stranged sound but then gets it together enough to lean in and lick at Felix in a similar way. Felix's breath hitches.

Okay, he can get used to this.

Felix goes slow, only licks and kisses at first. Jisung is a good student and copies everything perfectly, but he starts losing focus when Felix opens his mouth and starts taking him in. It's so warm, wet, his dick has never known anything like it.

Why the hell has Jisung remained a virgin again?

He tries his best to do the same, the head of Felix's cock smooth and heavy on his tongue. His scent is the same but headier, almost overwhelming. Jisung loves it, wants to rub himself all over it, but refrains for now. He's supposed to be following instructions.

Slowly Felix goes deeper, in and out, lips closing around Jisung's shaft when he moves. It's maddening. It's too slow, but it's all Jisung can keep up with as he loses his mind. He keeps his teeth away, breathes in through his nose, and hopes that Felix's soft groans mean he's doing a good enough job.

Felix caresses his legs as he sucks him off, fingers trailing down the front and back of his thighs. Jisung just grounds himself with one hand on Felix's hip and the other still wrapped around the base of his shaft. He knows his muffled moans are getting louder but he can't help it, it's too much and not enough, and his brain wires are all over the place trying to feel and follow at once.

Felix goes faster, taking Jisung a little deeper like it's nothing. Jisung tries but he feels the telltale signs of his gag reflex starting to kick in.

Felix pulls away so Jisung does as well, breathless. "Don't push yourself, Sungie. It feels good, you're doing very good."

Jisung nods, glancing at Felix's reddened mouth smiling at him before he goes back to wrap around Jisung's cock.

"Fuck. Lix..."

Jisung gets back to work as well. He tries harder, thankful for the short reprieve. This only makes Felix speed up, though, tongue pressing up at the underside of Jisung's sensitive cock every time he comes up.

It's only a couple of minutes that has Jisung panting, struggling to breathe with Felix in his mouth. He closes his eyes, focuses, tries not to jerks his hips like he so wants to.

"Mmfp!" Jisung whines when Felix's hand moves back to cup his ass, squeeze one cheek. Fuck, fuck, why does that feel so good? Jisung is so wet, so hard, his brain rapidly turning to mush and he still has a cock in his mouth.

Another hand reaches for his hair, Felix's trademark head scratches successfully relaxing him. So much, in fact, that it takes him a moment to realize he's moaning without any sort of muffling.

Mouth open and drool running down the corner of his lip, he still has Felix's cock there but just barely. The heat is all over, the pressure building and he can't focus anymore, can't, can't-

Oh no.

"Lix," he lets Felix's cock slip from his mouth urgently and his hand drops to Felix's hair. "Ah, Felix!"

Too late. He didn't realize how close he was, how sudden the edge appeared in front of him and and and-

Jisung comes with a cry, body jerking, cock throbbing and Felix's mouth is still there, still moving, intensely hot around him and offering all the pleasure Jisung never knew was within reach. Despite his guilt, he comes harder than he ever has and feels like it lasts forever.

Felix slows down bit by bit until he stops moving entirely. Then, just as carefully, he pulls off Jisung, the colder air hitting him but the oversensitivity ceasing.

Shit.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Jisung croaks, mind still foggy. "It took me by surprise, I didn't-"

"It's okay, Jisungie," Felix interrupts him. "I swear. That's what I wanted anyway. You did so good." He pets Jisung's thigh and looks down at him fondly. A soft, soft angel.

Jisung smiles and lets himself roll to his back, reconsidering his entire life. Felix is there a second later, hovering above him. There's just the smallest drop of Jisung's cum on the corner of his mouth. Jisung is suddenly burning again.

He pulls Felix down to kiss him. It's slow and unrushed, but just as addictive. Jisung can't believe he and Felix has never made out before. It feels like a crime.

As they kiss, though, suddenly something feels strange. Something that's nos quite right. Wait, is that...

Jisung breaks apart, blinking up at Felix. "Is that... Do you have Never Gonna Give You Up on your sex playlist?" he asks in disbelief, the song finally making sense to his ears.

Felix starts laughing, apparently not having realized the bizarre song choice until now. "Oh my god, I can explain, Hyunjinnie asked me to add sexy songs to this playlist and I included this to mess with him." He laughs harder and Jisung joins, feeling a light-hearted sort of giddiness that only comes after orgasm. "I forgot it was there!"

They keep laughing until it's not funny anymore but the song keeps playing so it's still kind of funny. Jisung's tummy hurts.

Eventually they're cuddled closer, goofy smiles and watery eyes. Felix leans his head on Jisung's chest and Jisung turns his head sideways and inhales the fresh scent on Felix's hair. The song ends.

"You good?" Felix asks after a second. His still hard length brushes Jisung's legs and Jisung tenses slightly. Right, right, Felix hasn't come yet.

"Yeah. You?"

"I'm great!" Felix seems way too upbeat for someone with such a raging, poking boner. "You want some water? Another energy bar?"

Jisung laughs a little. "Maybe water?"

Felix sits up to get him some from the bed and Jisung drinks gratefully. Who knew sucking dick would make you thirsty?

He hands the bottle to Felix who drinks as well and after there's a brief silence. Jisung can tell Felix is about to ask more questions, and Jisung decides right there that he doesn't wanna talk. So he kisses him again, hopes he can show him that yes, he still wants this, and yes, he's ready to keep going, and no, he doesn't want energy bars.

Felix melts into the kiss, both lying back down on the nest until they're facing each other, still kissing. This time Jisung takes his turn feeling Felix up; his toned chest, defined abs that he suddenly wants to kiss, strong thighs...

He gasps into the kiss when Felix grabs his ass, and from then it turns into a free-for-all groping session apparently because he can't keep his hands off Felix and Felix seems to be on the same train. He feels less embarrassed about acting like a horny virgin this way, though.

Slowly, Felix pulls Jisung closer, hands dipping lower. Fuck, Jisung just came and already he feels as though he could go again, dick trying its hardest and slick impossible to ignore by now.

In a bold move, Jisung brings his top leg up and hooks it over Felix's, giving Felix more access to where Jisung wants him.

"Fuck," Felix breathes out. "Wait."

He moves to get the lube, even though Jisung feels so wet he doesn't think it's necessary but what does he know.

With slicked up fingers, Felix comes back to their previous position and finally circles Jisung's entrance. Jisung muffles his moan with another kiss, just wanting more of Felix.

"Can I?" Felix breaks the kiss to ask, finger moving over Jisung's entrance more insistently now. As if Jisung would say no, it's all he can think about.

"Yes, please." He nods and kisses Felix again. Jisung wonders if Felix tastes better every time or if his brain is broken. Not that it matters now.

Felix pushes a finger inside and Jisung groans into his mouth. The lube, unnecessary or not, makes everything so much slicker even when Jisung's body is probably not as relaxed as it could be.

But Felix takes his time, exploring as he keeps kissing Jisung, rubbing slowly inside him, pushing in and out maddeningly.

Soon, Jisung is rocking his hips. "More," he asks, hands on Felix's back to pull him closer.

Felix complies easily, pushing another finger along with the first one and yes, yes, that's the stretch Jisung needs right now. Felix's fingers are small, but it's not like Jisung's are much bigger and he could never reach very deep by himself. It feels tight, it feels full, it feels-

"Agh!" Jisung's whole body jerks, hips seeking Felix above him, the pleasure deep inside him hot and pulsing. "Yes, please, again!"

Felix rubs against Jisung's prostate again and Jisung sees stars. Holy fuck that's so much better than his previous half successful attempts.

He no longer cares how loud he's being, it feels to good to stop. He moves his hips along with Felix's hand, trying to match, trying to get more, encouraged by Felix's praises whispered on his skin as he nips at Jisung's jaw.

"More?" he asks hopefully, not sure if it's too soon, if he's being greedy or demanding.

"Of course, baby." Felix gets three fingers in, and it's a stretch but not too much. Again, just perfect. Felix's dick isn't that much bigger, is it? Jisung feels a thrill at the thought of being able to take him soon.

Felix thrusts his fingers in earnest now, aiming for Jisung's prostate each time. Jisung is hard again, cock bobbing with the movement, head filling with cotton once more.

"Fuck, look at you," Felix says above him. "You're breathtaking, Sungie." Felix bites on his shoulder, soft, and the moves down to nip at Jisung's chest. "So hot." Kiss. "So pretty." Kiss. "Taking me so well." Kiss. Felix moves them so Jisung is in his back fully and he's kneeling between Jisung's spread legs, leaning down to kiss the V of his pelvis. "And you smell fucking incredible."

Jisung whines and rocks his hips down to meet Felix's pumping fingers. "Lix. Lix, fuck. Feels so good."

Felix kisses his upper thighs and then his inner thighs, nose pressed against his skin. "You too. You feel so good, baby." He nips at Jisung's inner thigh again and this time sucks at the skin, marking Jisung. "Fuck. You smell too good, I can't handle it. Can I eat you out?"

Jisung's brain is slow. He lifts his heavy head to look down at Felix, whose gaze is dark and hungry. "W-what?"

"Just a little?" He noses at Jisung's balls and sighs. "I just wanna taste you before I fuck you."

Oh, fuck.

Of all the things Felix could have said he definitely chose the best one. Jisung feels himself clench around his fingers.

"Yeah," he nods breathlessly. "Yeah, okay. Fuck."

Felix immediately withdraws his fingers from Jisung, and he doesn't even have time to feel empty because in a second Felix is pushing Jisung's legs apart even more and his mouth latches around Jisung's rim.

"Ah, ah!" It's unlike anything he's felt before, so wet and messy, so much.

Felix licks and sucks and even starts fucking Jisung with his tongue until Jisung writhes with pleasure and frustration; he needs more, he had more and this is good but it's not filling him up like he wants.

"Lix, please." He threads his fingers on Felix's hair. "God. Please fuck me. Please, I need more!"

Felix pulls back and raises himself on his knees. "Baby." He caresses Jisung's leg. "So polite."

Jisung whines, feels his face heating. "Fuck you."

Felix laughs. "No, it's fuck you, baby."

Jising tries to pull Felix to him with one of his legs hooked around his hip. "Then do it!"

Felix laughs again. Jisung would be more annoyed if his laughter wasn't so goddamn attractive. Doesn't he see that Jisung needs him? The nerve.

Felix reaches for the condom and rolls it over himself in record time, but it's still too slow for Jisung's liking. Jisung raises himself on his elbows, admiring how unfairly hot Felix looks as he's about to fuck him. "Come on."

Felix smirks and crawls over him, forcing Jisung onto his back again until he's got both hands planted next to Jisung's head. "I'm gonna tell Chan hyung you're a brat."

Jisung feels his eyes widen. The mention of Chan in this context not only sets fire to Jisung's very essence, reminding him of why they're doing this in the first place, but also suddenly resolves a big part of the fear and reservation Jisung had about this whole thing; if he can do this with Felix and they can both enjoy it then maybe he can do the same with Chan too.

Also, why is the thought of Felix and Chan discussing him so hot?

When Jisung has no retort to that, Felix's smirk widens and he grabs onto Jisung's hip. "I thought you were desperate a second ago?"

Jisung whines. "Lix!"

"Okay, okay." Felix grins and lines himself up. Just the press of his cock against Jisung's entrance has Jisung gasping. "Ready?"

Instead of replying Jisung grabs Felix's face and pulls him down for a kiss. Felix groans into it, and keeps groaning as he pushes inside Jisung, slowly, perfectly, the drag exactly what Jisung needs to feel full and then fuller. Fuck, it's so much better than Jisung had imagined.

The only thought he has when Felix is all the way sheathed in, is that this was meant to happen. Maybe being an omega isn't so bad after all.

Felix breaks the kiss, burying his face on Jisung's neck as he inhales and exhales a few times. Knowing Felix is just as affected is messing with Jisung's brain severely. "You feel so good, so tight..."

Jisung wraps his legs around Felix's hips, locks ankles behind him, and rolls his hips. He groans when his cock drags between their bodies. "Y-you too."

Felix's been so gentle the whole time, handled Jisung with care and given Jisung everything he asked for. But now he wants to see what Felix is like when he's not just thinking about Jisung's comfort, when he's lost in pleasure and seeking more, when he fucks without abandon.

Jisung wants him to take.

"You can move," he says in Felix's ear. "You can fuck me, Lix. Just. Just- fuck me!"

Felix bites him, suddenly and roughly, right next to Jisung's scent gland. Not hard enough to break skin, not even hard enough to really hurt, but it still sends a shock through Jisung's body that ends both in his cock as he twitches and in his vocal chords as he moans.

When he peels away from Jisung, Felix looks wilder than Jisung's ever seen; hair mussed, skin flushed, eyes large and focused. His scent spikes and it slaps Jisung across the face deliciously.

Jisung probably should have asked Felix if his rut was coming up because this might have set it off? He doesn't know enough about ruts, though. And right now all he can think of is yes yes yes!

And then all he can think about is nothing because Felix starts fucking him in earnest. Toes-curling, brain-cell-scrambling earnest.

And like a divine vision that can apparently only come from good dick, Jisung knows he won't last long.

"Fu-uck F-Felix ohmygodshit." Jisung can barely hear himself over Felix's own grunts and moans but he couldn't care less. If this is what he has been missing all these years he kind of gets why others risk their careers and futures for some of it. He's been ruined for good.

Felix's strong hips slam into Jisung perfectly, hard and fast, and Jisung has to cling to any part of him he can, Felix's back, arms, neck, even his ass as it drives into Jisung. Meanwhile Felix's hands hold Jisung down by his waist, fingers digging roughly and hopefully leaving a mark or two. When Jisung opens his eyes he finds Felix looking at him and his chest expands. This is really Felix. And he's really fucking Jisung.

They meet in the middle to kiss, a pull over which Jisung has no control anymore. Everything blurs at the edges so he closes his eyes again; it's all Felix's tongue and his cock, Felix's scent stronger than ever but also in the background are the other's that Jisung can pick up with his senses heightened; Chan's and Seungmin's, Innie's and Changbin's, Minho's and Hyunjin's... all the clothes scattered around them that somehow still feel like a part of this, at least to Jisung. Felix might be the one fucking him but it doesn't feel like it's just the two of them in there, and somehow that makes it better.

Jisung very briefly wonders if that's weird before a loud moan is punched out of him when Felix changes the angle and starts brushing against Jisung's prostate with every thrust.

"Lix, Lix, Lix! Jisung scratches down Felix's back, getting him closer, rutting up against his warm, hard body to get more friction against his trapped dick. Desperate, needy. "Please, please!"

Whether willingly or not, Felix speeds up just the tiniest bit and that's all Jisung needs. The ball of white-hot tension inside Jisung is so near bursting, so sensitive.

"Jisungie, fuck, you're gonna make me come, I can't-"

Jisung inhales sharply one last time, Felix's deep, fucked-out voice pushing him over the edge. The next thrust has Jisung coming all over himself and Felix, cock throbbing, ass clenching and thoughts melting into nothing as bliss takes over his entire existence. And it only gets better when a moment later Felix comes as well, jerky movements uncoordinated and primal as he rides it all out inside Jisung. It's all Jisung never dreamed it could be and more.

When he comes to, he's thankful for Felix's weight on top of him, like a warm weighted blanket that's clinging to Jisung like a koala. Jisung nuzzles the side of Felix's face, hugs him weakly because it's all he can do.

Slowly Felix rouses, turning his soft smile to Jisung. He's absolutely gorgeous. The prettiest Jisung's seen him.

"Hi," Felix says.

"Hi," Jisung hums.

Felix pulls out and oh. That's... slightly disappointing.

But then he gets Felix cuddling up against him and it makes up for it.

"How are you feeling?" Felix asks, fingers tracing down Jisung's arm.

Jisung thinks about it, trying to come up with something other than 'good.' "I'm... really good."

Well, then.

Felix smiles. "Okay? So you liked it?"

Jisung doesn't think he can explain to Felix how much he liked it. He's a changed man. "I did. A lot. Did... did you?" Jisung doesn't think there's a chance Felix will tell him if he didn't, he's too nice for that, but still, he had to ask.

"Of course. It was incredible." He kisses Jisung briefly, chaste, but it sends sparks inside Jisung's chest nonetheless. "Thank you for letting me... you know, be your first."

Jisung scoffs. "I should be thanking you."

"Don't thank me for fucking you."

That sends them both into a fit of giggles.

"This is so weird," Jisung says. "Good weird."

Felix opens his mouth to reply but Jisung's phone vibrates somewhere on the floor around them and interrupts him. Someone's calling him.

He groans because he definitely doesn't wanna move.

"Should I get it?"

"Leave it. It's fine."

So they stay in the afterglow for a while longer, cuddling naked, gross, and hungry. At least Jisung is.

"Should we go see what food Minho hyung said is in the fridge?"

Felix smiles. "You read my mind."

As they get clean and put clothes back on, Jisung wants to thank Felix a million more times. Yes, it's about fucking him, but also about being himself, and taking care of Jisung, and-

"Thanks," Jisung says when Felix hands him his phone that was under the bed.

Dad


Dad

Sungie?

Woke up okay?

You got a moment today?


Jisung's stomach drops.

"You coming?" Felix asks from the doorway.

Jisung swallows down whatever feelings that threaten to interrupt his current, happy feelings. He nods.

"Yeah."

Chapter End Notes

Will I ever get tired of the "I could take your virginity if you want to... JK! Unless... ьэ" trope? Probably not.

Let me know your thoughts! Who do you think it's coming up next chapter? Do you think Jisungie is ready for his heat? What would you do if Never Gonna Give You Up started playing during sex?


Minho


Chapter Summary

Jisung has yet ANOTHER awkward conversation? Jeez! And he goes into pre-heat. Can't he catch a break?

Yes. Yes he can and he will courtesy of one of his most whipped hyungs (who am I kidding, they're ALL whipped for him).

Chapter Notes

No other tags to add this time either. I think only one person guessed Minho last time to WOOHOO!

This is my first time writing minsung and I'm a little nervous so let me know what you think <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jisung decidedly does not have a moment to talk to Chan that day. After eating an army's worth of food with Felix, they clean up his nest, throw everything in washing machine, and go back to his bed for a nap. Jisung falls into one of the deepest naps he's ever taken. He thinks he may have been officially dead for a moment there.

When he wakes up he finds himself alone, already dark outside.

Lixie &Ч


Needed to get back to mine, I'm video calling my mum later

You looked too cute didn't wanna wake you ьч

Love you Jisungie 'Ч

Text me later!


Jisung smiles at his phone. He still smells like Felix which makes him miss him less.

When he goes out to use the bathroom he sees that the house is back to being full. Everyone's light are on in their rooms. Including Chan's. Jisung sighs and goes into the bathroom, phone in hand.

Dad


You got a moment later?

Sorry, fell asleep lol

I'm still pretty tired though

Raincheck?

He doesn't check his phone again, deciding that if he doesn't look then it doesn't exist and he can ignore his worries for a bit longer.

Choosing an animal documentary, Jisung wraps himself in a blanket and spends the rest of the evening watching cute penguins until he falls asleep.

The next day is schedules all day. He barely checks his phone but he knows he has a "sure" from Chan that he isn't intending on opening. Again, plausible deniability. Even then, though, he spends all day avoiding Chan, nevermind that the eight of them need to run around together for hours on end. But that's the good thing about being surrounded by seven others plus managers and staff; you're never alone. He knows Chan looks for Jisung's eyes a few times when things are slow. He feels his phone vibrate a once or twice. But he's very good at avoiding stuff.

It isn't until dress rehearsal later that evening, after Jisung's finally allowed himself to relax and get a snack, that he realizes he never stood a chance.

He's crowded against the vending machine and he downright squeaks, startled out of his skin. His heart goes wild when he picks up Chan's scent, deep and familiar, but right now it's the last thing Jisung wants.

Chan backs up a little but keeps his hands on the vending machine next to Jisung's body. "Jisung-ah! You're avoiding me."

Jisung chuckles nervously and turns around to face Chan like it's no big deal. Like Jisung, Chan is also clad in some ridiculous concert outfit they're trying on them to see what works. Unlike Jisung, though, Chan has both arms and his midriff revealed, and to be honest it makes him look like a badass. And very hot.

"Me? I don't-"

"You are! Look..." Chan backs away a bit more and sighs. "Just... If you were drunk and saying whatever, it's fine, I get it. Just let me know so we can forget about it and I'll never bring it up again. I don't mean to embarrass you, but yeah, I need to know."

God Jisung is such a coward.

"No. No, Chan, I..." Jisung tries to look anywhere but into Chan's inquisitive eyes, because in every situation those eyes just make Jisung want to spill his guts. He can't lie even if he wanted to. "I was for real. I mean I was definitely drunk... But I wasn't saying whatever. I do still want you to help me. If you want to, of course."

Chan's eyes are impossible to read, just as insisting as before. Jisung is panicking more by the second.

Chan blinks. "Of course I do. I said we'd do anything to help you. That I'd do anything to help you."

Jisung relaxes slightly, but his body is still tense. "Yeah?"

Chan nods, decisive. "Don't even think about it. I'm there. Just... Tell me if there's anything we can do to prepare or-"

"Yeah, of course. I'll keep you informed. You'll probably be able to smell it on me before it comes," Jisung laughs, trying to lighten the mood. "But yeah we should have enough time. To prepare, I guess."

Chan nods. "It'll be okay. Don't worry."

Jisung believes him because even if Chan isn't always right, he always does make things okay.

Chan smiles at him and steps back, ready to head to the dressing room. Before he can get too far, though, Jisung's brain connects two more brain cells together to remind him of something.

"I had sex with Felix!"

Chan stops in his tracks and looks at Jisung, who, he's sure, looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"We, uh... what I meant to say was that I'm not a virgin anymore. Just so you know. It felt important that you knew... I think." Jisung isn't even sure of what he's saying anymore.

Chan takes three more seconds to process this and then he smiles again. Soft. "Good. I mean, not that it would be bad if you still were. But... Good. Do you feel okay about it?"

Jisung nods, maybe too fast. "Yeah. Felix was great." Suddenly something else occurs to Jisung. "I don't think it's gonna be an issue for us. The group, I mean." Jisung hadn't thought about the fact that maybe their leader doesn't want his members hooking up and possibly creating issues in the group's dynamics. Shit.

But Chan just laughs and shakes his head. "Yeah, I don't think it will."

And with that, he walks away. Jisung can finally relax entirely, his shoulders feeling a lot lighter. At least that conversation is out of the way.

Still, he feels a little uneasy. In the not so far future he'll have to talk to Chan more about this. He'll have to come to Chan to let him know that his heat is on its way. He'll have to... do stuff with Chan. Which now that he knows what sex could be like sounds fun, but not if he's gonna be out of control and possibly demanding too much of Chan who does enough to take care of Jisung already.

"Jisung-ah!" Changbin's voice booms from down the hall. "We're waiting for you!"

Jisung curses and rushes over. He couldn't even get his snack.

SKZ ьщ


RED ALERT RED ALERT

ьэьэьэьэ

Iyenie

What

I can't find my favorite necklace!

Binnie

how does it feel to be the one on the losing end of things

HILARIOUS

this is serious! ьч

MongMong

So when we lost our things, that wasn't serious at all?

ьч

don't be mean to me!

Lixie

Lmao Sungie

Hyunjin has it

HYUNJIN!

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!

Baby

Sorry! I forgot to mention I took it

Cat hyung

Maybe we should all steal things from Jisung for a change

Dad

Haha!

I'll give you all one (1) pair of my socks

Iyenie

Pass

Binnie

ugh

clean socks!

Baby

Even your clean socks I don't think are really clean

rude

MongMong

I'm gonna steal your humidifier

Lixie

ьч

hey!

Binnie

i'm gonna steal your pink converse, they'll look good on me I think

BUT THEY'RE NEW!

Cat hyung

I'm gonna steal your leftover cheesecake

HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IT'S THERE

Cat hyung

I have eyes everywhere

Lixie

Sungie I'm gonna steal your weighted blanket!

but Lixie ьщ!!!

Iyenie

Now that I think about it I could steal your leather jacket later this week

I'll lend it to you and you can give it back!

Iyenie

No, I'll keep it.

ьч

Baby

I'm keeping the necklace, then!

Dad

And I'll steal your headphones because I left mine at the studio

YA!

just because you're a bunch of alphas you think you can gang up on me?

MongMong

Not all alphas*

ugh that's such an alpha thing to say

Lixie

Jisungie just admit you love being surrounded by alphas ьщ

never!

--

Jisung hates being surrounded by alphas.

Have they always smelled this strongly? He can barely open his bedroom door without being hit with like ten different scents. Who the fuck is working out? Who is cooking eggs? Why does cologne even exist?

It isn't all necessarily unpleasant, but it's too much and Jisung's head is already pounding. He feels weak and feverish and it is not the time for him to get sick. They're in full on composing mode for the next album and he can't slack off.

He walks into the kitchen intending to make himself some coffee, something he never does because he prefers to get it out, but he needs it today.

The ones to blame for the working out, the eggs, and the cologne are, of course, Changbin, Chan, and Hyunjin respectively. They all stare at him when he walks in, as if he's the one being loud and smelly so early. Jisung looks at the clock on the microwave. It's one pm. Oh well.

"Good morning?" he says, trying to breathe through his mouth because it's even stronger with them around. Changbin is still sweaty and his scent rivals the coffee Jisung is trying to make with shaky hands. Chan and his bed hair smell like deep comforting leather, and Hyunjin... Well, he might as well have rolled over on a vat of ripe berries, his offending Versace cologne doing nothing to mask his real scent.

He manages to get the coffee pot going somehow, his brain still scrambled by sleep and the headache. When he looks up, all three of them are still staring at him. Jisung frowns, looking from one face to the other.

Hyunjin's eyes widen. "Shit."

"What?"

"Your scent..." Changbin says simply.

Chan nods. "Yeah. I think..." Chan's trying to be delicate, choose his words carefully. Jisung's insides run cold. "You might be going to heat soon, Jisungie."

Jisung's whole body shivers.

--

So yeah, turns out they were right. Jisung's symptoms are part of his pre-heat, confirmed by a physician later that day. Hyunjin moved to the other apartment because his rut is in the not too distant future and it could get triggered prematurely by being around Jisung. Which doesn't make Jisung feel like he's a nuisance at all. No sir.

He drags himself over to his room, reluctantly heading the doctor's orders about relaxing and taking it easy. He feels fine enough to get through the schedules he has coming up but he's supposed to rest whenever he's non-essential.

"Ji?" Changbin knocks on his door a few minutes later. "We're heading to the studio."

Jisung hates this. "Have fun," he says into the pillow and hopes Changbin hears it.

Changbin opens the door, forcing Jisung to stop his wallowing for a moment and look at him. Changbin seems confused. "You're feeling worse? I thought you said you were okay."

"I am okay," Jisung says even if he's tired and his headache is still somewhat present.

"You'd prefer it if we worked here? I can tell Chan to bring his laptop and we set up here, or we just meet tomorrow if you're feeling better by then."

Jisung blinks. "I thought you were gonna tell me to stay and rest."

Changbin shrugs. "If you're feeling bad, yeah. We can wait. But since you said you were fine..." Changbin looks at Jisung for a long second, maybe sees some of the vulnerability that Jisung is trying to hide. He's always been good at that. "We need you there, dummy. You're essential."

Jisung will not cry. He. Will. Not. Cry.

Stupid hormones.

"No yeah, we can go to the studio. I'm okay to go." He clears his throat and gets moving because a moving body is not usually a crying body.

"Okay. Hurry, I wanna get food before we get there." And with that Changbin leaves, probably purposefully giving Jisung the little bit of privacy he needs to pull himself together.

He dries his eyes with his sleeve and grounds himself for a moment before he gets ready, body still weak but so much lighter inside.

--

Things don't get better, though. Jisung feels worse and worse every day, with more aches, less appetite, and a lot of weird spikes of moods that honestly just keep him on his toes. The only good thing about this whole pre-heat thing is that he's been able to write some good lyrics because he's always on the edge of something, being fatigue, anger, frustration, sadness, or the elusive but occasionally present horniness that started ever since he and Felix did their thing. Not that he can really write about being horny the way his brain wants to because no one wants to hear a song about the sex dreams where he's being pounded into the mattress.

Plus, everyone seems to be walking on eggshells around him, knowing what's going on. Chan is extra careful with him, Felix won't stop offering massages or snacks, Seungmin isn't teasing him... even Innie is being nice to him. Which isn't bad, but it's weird.

Perhaps Minho is the only one who keeps treating Jisung the same, which Jisung appreciates. It's nice to be doted over but not when they only do it because they feel bad for him. He should be doted over no matter the circumstances!

So when Minho doesn't cancel their anime night, Jisung is grateful even if he is feeling particularly bad that day. He can watch anime in bed, though, it's not like it's a big effort.

"Han-ah!" Minho shouts from the entrance. Oh god, he's energetic. "Hope you're hungry!"

Jisung isn't, really. He walks out of his room wrapped in a blanket because it's getting cold, even if it's technically summer. Minho is already in the kitchen putting pots to fire and opening containers. It's clear right away that those are not takeout containers, they're Minho's. He brought homemade food. "Hi, hyung."

Minho looks him over, more pensive than usual, and then walks around the kitchen isle to put his hand on Jisung's forehead.

"I'm fine!"

"You're not, you're burning up. Does your head hurt?"

Jisung rolls his eyes and takes a seat on a stool. "A little. But it comes and goes."

Minho doesn't say anything as he walks away. Jisung hears rustling in one of the bathrooms and then Minho is back with two pills in his hand that he sets in front of Jisung. He pours Jisung water and just as silently carries on heating up soup. He also takes out some kimbap, a salad, and a container of cookies.

"Yongbokkie helped me make those." He starts cutting the kimbap. "You wanna eat in bed?"

Jisung drapes his upper body over the counter and groans. "I don't know. I just wanna die, I guess."

Minho is unaffected by his dramatics, so Jisung takes the pills and watches him flutter around the kitchen.

"We can also eat on the couch without Changbinnie walking by and eating our food," Minho says. "Hyung said they'll be out late."

Jisung nods. "How's Hyunjin doing over there?"

It's Minho's turn to roll his eyes. "He's having way too much fun. He loves having more access to annoy Jeongin and he and Yongbok stay up until ungodly hours talking about whatever. He thinks it's like a sleepover every night."

Jisung snorts, not really caring if Minho is just saying that to make him feel better. "Let's just eat here and then we can go to my nest." Jisung had prepared his nest earlier just in case he wound up feeling worse. He always felt better there.

Minho nods as he finishes preparations. He starts setting food in front of Jisung, too much for Jisung to possibly finish off, but this is what Minho does. Finally, he sits next to him and they discuss which of their many ongoing shows they should pick up tonight. It's always a long battle with Minho because he always wants to finish the shortest series while Jisung wants to advance on the longest ones. And then some days, like today, Jisung feels like rewatching comfort shows and not having to use his brain at all.

"Fine!" Minho says after the fifth pout and seventh whine. "Spy x Family. Again."

Jisung smiles and leans his head on Minho's shoulder. "Thank you hyung." He gets one more bite of his food. "I don't think I can eat any more, though. Except the cookies."

He gets off the stool and starts cleaning up, but Minho bats his hand away from the dishes.

"Ow!"

"Go brush your teeth and prepare the show. I'll be right there."

Jisung huffs because he's not a child but... he also didn't at all feel like touching cold water while washing the dishes so he doesn't fight Minho on it.

Soon he's wrapped in a blanket again, curled up in his nest waiting for Minho. it's getting dark out but Jisung just turns on the fairy lights, anything else would make his head hurt even more.

Minho comes a few minutes later, a bottle of water and more pills that he puts on Jisung's dresser.

"Scoot over," he tells Jisung even though Jisung's literally in the middle of his nest and there's plenty of room. Jisung obeys anyway and then opens the blanket so Minho can get in while Jisung turns on his side. Minho is always the big spoon, that's just the way it is with them. And if Jisung's sick then the spooning goes without saying.

They start watching in silence, Minho's warm body behind him helping a bit even if he's still feeling very meh.

"I hate this," Jisung says, a shiver running down his frame. "Why does this have to happen? As if the heat wasn't enough..."

Minho takes a while to answer, but Jisung can feel his breathing on the top of his head. "It does suck that you feel bad. But at least it doesn't happen a lot. It's all just part of the natural development of things. Your body is preparing for something intense so it begs you to slow down and then the hormones are just all over the place, which can cause all kinds of symptoms."

Jisung sighs and wraps Minho's arm tighter around himself. "How do you know so much?"

"I read." Jisung silently mocks Minho, mouthing I read a few times until Minho flicks him on the forehead. "Some theorize that the reason for the pre-heat sickness is a primal tactic for omegas to appear weak and helpless so an alpha would take care of them and that way they have an alpha around for when the heat comes. But that hasn't been scientifically proven and sounds like a load of crap."

Jisung huffs a laugh. "Oh please alpha, I'm so weak and helpless! Won't you take me in until my sickness passes?"

Minho snorts and covers Jisung's face with the first article of clothing he finds, one of Innie's t-shirts. "Is your fever making you insane?"

Jisung pushes the t-shirt away and looks over his shoulder at Minho, making a kissy face. "But alpha, I'm so adorable!"

Minho stares at him for a second before he flicks Jisung's forehead again. "You're officially delusional."

Jisung laughs again but wiggles himself closer to Minho. Minho always makes him feel better.

They watch about three episodes before Jisung starts drifting off, in and out of consciousness as Minho pets his hair and breathes in tandem with Jisung.

--

The fuzzy remnants of a dream start floating away and the land of the living seems a lot less cozy and a lot more burning. Jisung wakes up feeling as though he's moving through lava; hot and thick and slow. He's sweating and his eyes feel heavy, not working properly still. Even sound seems to be traveling through several layers before it reaches him.

"Jisung. Jisung-ah."

He recognizes Minho's voice and things start coming back to him. His fever must have broke because he's so hot now and his head doesn't hurt anymore.

"Uh?" He groans more than says and when he finally gets his eyes to cooperate, he finds Minho in front of him, mostly darkness surrounding him except for Jisung's fairy lights and the glow from the TV.

"You okay?" Minho asks, for the first time seeming concerned.

"Yeah, I-" Jisung's mind is finally back online enough to take stock of his body and Jisung realizes he's feeling very okay. Good, actually. Aside from being hot, he's like lighter and with more energy and-

Hard.

Oh god, he's hard.

And Minho's thigh is in between his legs.

Jisung pulls away immediately, eyes wide and hands in front of his chest as he sits up. "I-I... hyung, I didn't-" With too much mortification Jisung starts to recall that he'd been dreaming and it hadn't been very PG-13. Had he been... moving? Humping Minho's leg?

He needs to move to another country. Change his name. Become a beet farmer.

Minho laughs, of all things to do. "It's okay. I just thought I should wake you before..." God, the silence is even worse than the words. "I just thought I should wake you."

Jisung feels somehow hotter with all the shame. He lowers his head and stares at his hands. "Thanks. I'm sorry."

"That's all right." Minho is quiet for a beat while Jisung thinks of names for his beet shop. "Do you want me to step out while you take care of it?"

Jisung's head snaps up. "What? N-no!" Minho can be so weird sometimes.

Case in point, he smirks. "Oh, so you want me to stay while you take care of it?"

Jisung needs to open a window and perhaps throw himself out of it while he's at it. "No! That's not what I-" he groans, burying his scorching face in his hands. "Hyung!" he whines because he knows Minho is doing this on purpose.

Minho laughs again. The devil. "Ah, Han-ah it's not that serious." He pulls Jisung's hands off his face forcefully. "Your hormones are just acting up. It's normal. You can ignore it if you want..."

"Good," Jisung says, wondering how many years it will take him to erase this whole conversation from his brain.

"...Or you can stop being a baby and let me take care of it."

Ah. This must be a dream. A fever-induced continuation of his previous dream. That's what's going on.

But Minho is staring at him, so very Minho-like, and his hands feel warm where they're holding onto Jisung's, and his scent is sweet and familiar. Jisung's dreams are never this detailed.

Minho's expression doesn't change even when Jisung is dissociating in real-time trying to comprehend what's going on. He wishes his hands were still on his face. "I... what? Hyung, it's okay. I'm fine, it'll go away," he says with growing mortification after each word, especially because he is in fact wrong and he's as hard as ever and now thinking about what Minho just said.

"It'll go away faster if you let me help. Or do you not want me to touch you?" Minho starts to pull his hands away but in that split second Jisung panics and holds onto them. Because this whole thing is mortifying, but Minho leaving sounds somehow worse.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean... do you really want to? Touch me?" This is the part where Minho tells him that no, actually, he's just joking and teasing and please don't make this weird, Jisung. Surely.

"Of course. Who wouldn't wanna touch you?" Minho asks with his signature blink. "But if you don't wanna..."

Jisung inhales and exhales. Bites his tongue. Of course he wants to. Objectively, this is like a dream come true. Almost literally. Minho, who's so handsome and kind, who always takes care of him, who is sincere and never does things he doesn't want to do...

Could Jisung really have this?

"I do. Wanna. If that's really okay..."

Minho uses Jisung's grip on his hands to pull himself closer and before Jisung can even breathe Minho kisses him, lightning-quick, feather-light, just a soft peck that still has the power to turn Jisung's world sideways.

He pulls away before Jisung can really process things and then he's moving, crawling over and manhandling Jisung to sit up further as he slides in behind him, legs on either side of Jisung's body as he leans against the bedframe behind and then pulls Jisung to himself, Jisung's back to his chest. Jisung is still slightly confused about the whole thing, but having Minho so close behind him already makes him feel better. Protected.

Minho slithers his hands under Jisung's arms and around his waist. He squeezes slightly.

"Sung-ah. You were with Yongbokkie the other day, right?"

Jisung's heart thuds almost painfully. "I- uh... what? How did you..."

Minho rests his chin on Jisung's shoulder. "Don't blame him. He came back home the other day reeking of you and looking like he'd just won the lottery." He turns his head slightly, mouth and nose an inch from Jisung's neck. "When I asked he couldn't deny it."

Jisung swallows, wondering where Minho is going with all of this. "Yeah, we... well, you know."

Minho hums. He does know. His hands pet lightly over Jisung's clothed stomach. "Yongbokkie is great, isn't he? So sweet. So giving."

Jisung's poor brain cells are scrambling all over the place, head spinning. "What? You-" his words are rudely cut off when Minho reaches down and grabs Jisung's cock through his sweats and Jisung chokes on air.

Just as calmly, Minho strokes up and down, breathing hot on Jisung's ear. "Yes. Me and Yongbokkie. You don't think we were going out into the world to find what we need? Who has time for that?"

Jisung doesn't know whether to moan because of the hand on his dick or the words in his ear. He moans anyway, overwhelmed. Minho and Felix? Jisung did wonder sometimes when did the others find time not to be virgin losers but he didn't think-

"Ah, hyung..." It's hard to think when Minho's hand is still moving over his length, slow but purposefully.

"Just relax. You don't need to be ashamed of your instincts. Or afraid of them," Minho says as he reaches inside Jisung's pants and wraps soft fingers around Jisung without a warning. Or with a lot of warning, actually, but it shocks Jisung all the same. "Just let hyung handle it."

So Jisung does the only thing he can think of and relaxes, leaning properly into Minho's sturdy chest and trying to focus on the now. A now where Minho is touching him so maddeningly that Jisung can already feel the ending near. He feels wet and burning all over, and images of what Minho and Felix might look like together flash through his mind without his control or permission.

So even though he was going to stay quiet, he knows he can't. He has to ask, because he thinks there's something there. "You've... You've hooked up with other members too, haven't you?"

Minho chuckles and then kisses Jisung's neck, making Jisung gasp. Minho's scent is so sweet and unadulterated that Jisung feel like he might drown in it. "Can you guess who?"

Jisung can barely guess his own name. "Changbin?"

Minho shakes his head. "Sadly no. Changbinnie and I haven't even kissed. Can you believe it?"

Well, a minute ago Jisung thought he and Felix were the only ones in the group that had done anything so yeah, he can, but also he would have thought that with all the flirting and touching Minho and Changbin do that there might be something there.

"Hyunjin?" Jisung guesses again because Minho also flirts with Hyunjin a lot, no matter how much he complains about him as well.

"Hmm. Got one right," Minho says and uses one hand to pull the waistband of Jisung's pants down enough to pull out his cock, which Jisung stares at dumbly for a second because it kind of looks different with Minho's pretty fingers around it, squeezing the head lightly and making the precum dribble down the side. In the low light of the room it almost looks like a dream. "Hyunjinnie was almost as shy as you at first."

Jisung gasps, about a million thoughts and images invading his mind. "F-fuck." Minho's free hand is lightly moving over Jisung's pelvis as he keeps stroking him, and Jisung can only moan and whine, his hands finally finding some ground on Minho's thighs around him. He wonders if Minho's hard, but his jeans make it hard to tell.

"Also..." Minho says and Jisung's stomach drops. He doesn't know how much more he can take neither physically or mentally. Minho's hand goes faster and he leans closer to Jisung's ear, biting on his earlobe just on the cusp of painfully. "Channie hyung."

Jisung throws his head back on Minho's shoulder, a debauched moan escaping him. Chan? Chan? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Minho takes the chance and rubs his nose up and down Jisung's scent gland and it makes Jisung all the more insane. Minho's got to be turned on, Jisung can smell it. He wonders what Minho looks like when he's moaning. What he's like when he comes. What he's like with each of the members he's been with...

"Hyung, hyung!" Jisung tries to warn, fingers digging hard into Mino's thighs a second before he comes, choking on a moan when Minho squeezes him harder through it, fast and firm as Jisung's mind logs off.

When he logs back in he can feel Minho's heartbeat on his chest, rhythmic and steady. It brings Jisung to the land of the living, so he opens his eyes.

His shirt, sweats, and both of Minho's hands need to be washed.

"There. Was that so hard?" Minho asks because he's never one to let things go.

Jisung has to laugh, rubs hands over his face. This was definitely not a dream.

Minho grabs the hem of Jisung's t-shirt and silently pulls it up until Jisung raises his arms and he can take it off. Minho wipes his hands with it and then throws it in Jisung's hamper. "Are you cold?"

"Not really," Jisung says. He might never get cold again.

"That's because your fever broke. It might come back, though, so don't stay topless for long."

Jisung tucks himself into his pants so he can turn around, kneeling in between Minho's spread thighs to face him. He looks at Minho the way he knows Minho claims to hate; with open vulnerability.

"Can I kiss you, hyung?"

Minho's face softens. "Of course."

Jisung holds Minho's face and leans down, this time trying to really understand what it's like to kiss Minho. He grabs onto Jisung's biceps and pulls him closer before parting his lips, tongue trailing over Jisung's bottom lip so Jisung opens as well. He's slower than Felix, more thorough, and Jisung's brain melts all the same.

When he pulls back, it takes Minho a moment to open his eyes. Jisung just stares, wondering how the fuck someone can look so good. Minho blinks his eyes open.

"You should take your pills again."

Jisung snorts and rolls his eyes. "Yes, mom."

"Don't call me mom after what we just did."

"But mom!" Jisung whines playfully and throws himself onto his back. "I don't wanna!"

Minho does exactly what Jisung wanted him to do and climbs over him. "Don't be a brat."

Jisung smiles. "I've been called that before."

"Hmm. Yongbokkie?" Jisung nods. "Well, you are." He brushes Jisung's hair off his face. With Minho on top of him it's easier to feel him and Jisung thinks Minho might indeed be hard. "You feel better?"

"Yeah." Jisung nods. He's still kind of tired and his limbs feel like jelly but he's a lot better than before. "Being an omega sucks, though."

Minho tuts. "Don't say that. It's like everything else, it just is. And actually, I'm kind of jealous of you, to be honest."

Jisung frowns. What's there to be jealous of? "Why?"

"Because..." He stops, looks at Jisung in the eye which is kind of intimidating from such a close distance. "Can I be blunt?"

"When are you not?"

Minho smiles. "Fair. Well, because you can take it up the ass without so much prep."

Jisung is stunned into silence for exactly three seconds before he bursts out laughing. Minho joins him a moment later, head dropping onto Jisung's shoulder as they both laugh.

"I'm serious!"

"Oh my god. That can't be the thing you envy about me. I refuse. Nothing about my dashing looks or killer personality?"

"Nah. I would just like not to have to spend half an hour getting ready for one dick"

Jisung laughs more. Minho's always funny, but this side of him...

When the laughter dies out, he's still staring at Minho. "How come you never told me about any of this? About the other members, about...sex?" he tries not to sound bitter, because he isn't exactly. He's just shocked of how much he's missed for what, not paying enough attention?

Minho exhales softly and pokes Jisung's cheek. "I don't know. It just felt like you were never into any of it. Like, the one time I walked in on you masturbating you screamed so loudly and then spent the rest of your days denying it."

"I wasn't-" Jisung says automatically, a reflex, and then shuts up when he realizes what Minho's talking about. Minho gives him a look and Jisung blushes. "Oh."

"It's okay, though. If you weren't ready, you weren't ready."

Jisung nods and wraps his arms around Minho, hugging him properly even if he's been lying on top of Jisung for a while now.

"What if I'm ready now?"

"Hm?" Minho doesn't move. "Well yeah, I figured, you finally let me see your dick."

Jisung snorts and shakes his head. "And what if... I mean... can we, if you wanna... Do more?"

Minho does move then, pulling away to look at Jisung, curious. "What are you saying, Jisungie?"

Jisung licks his lips. "You know what I'm saying."

"I think I kinda need you to say it."

Jisung curses internally. "I- You.... If you want, maybe we could... have sex?" Minho stares at Jisung some more. Jisung's cheeks feel hot to the touch but what's done it's done. He can't take it back. "I just think that it can't hurt to get more practice in before the heat, right?" God he's making it worse. "And if you're up for it and- mmph!"

Minho kisses him again, harder this time, weight present as ever as he pushes Jisung down into the cushions. Jisung clings to him immediately, hands tugging and legs spreading to accommodate Minho in a better position.

There's nothing slow or controlled about the kiss now, it's lips and tongue and teeth and their hard breathing mixing in the air. He can definitely tell how excited Minho is now but he wants to feel it more, feel him properly. He tugs at Minho's jeans, fingers hooking into the belt loops.

"Ughh. Why did you wear these?" Jisung asks, hating the rough fabric. Everything should be soft in the nest!

Minho presses a kiss to Jisung's chin. "I didn't know we'd be doing this!" he lifts himself off Jisung, kneels between his legs. He goes for the button and zipper but seems to think better of it and takes off his shirt first. Jisung follows the line of revealed skin and almost feels himself drool. Minho looks carved out of marble, as usual, but now it's all for Jisung to touch. His hands trail down Minho's chest and abs and inevitably land on the V of his pelvis. He looks back up at Minho.

Minho is staring at him with something akin to hunger, but there's carefulness there too. Uncertainty.

Jisung tries to get rid of it by popping open Minho's jeans button and undoing the zipper. Minho exhales audibly. Pushing the fabric down, he grabs his hard length in his hand, eyes still on Jisung's.

"Oh my god," Jisung breathes out. "You're so... Pretty?" he shouldn't be surprised, all of Minho is pretty, but that's got to be the most handsome dick Jisung's ever seen. Not that he's seen many in real life. It's just picture perfect.

"Thank you," Minho replies, as sincere as if Jisung just told him he likes his hairstyle.

Minho strokes himself twice and then moves to take off the jeans and underwear entirely. Jisung uses the time to remove his sweats too and then when Minho is within reach again, he pulls him down to lie next to Jisung, face to face on their sides, hands grabbing what they can as their lips meet again.

Minho hisses when Jisung reaches down to touch him, clumsy but eager fingers around his shaft trying to see what reaction he can get out of Minho. Minho kisses him harder and pulls him closer by the waist before trailing down to kiss along Jisung's jaw and neck. Jisung groans, seconds away from asking Minho to scent him, but then Minho does, running his face over Jisung's scent gland and then offering his neck for Jisung to do the same.

The room is heavy with their combined scents and the lingering ones from everyone else in the background.

Minho's hand reaches down between their bodies too, and with a lot more expertise he grabs both their dicks into his hand and Jisung moans in surprise. He never imagined that feeling another cock alongside his could feel so good but his eyes have definitely been opened. He clings closer to Minho, chests almost touching, looking to intertwine their legs and get more Minho all over him.

He feels the glide of one or both of them leaking precum over each other and it's so hot Jisung can barely believe it's happening to him.

Just then, Minho's small hand fails to grip them properly on the upstroke and Jisung slips out, smacking down on the top of Minho's thigh. He grimaces, not exactly in pain but not pleasant either.

"Shit, sorry," Minho whispers and then giggles a little. Jisung snorts.

"It's okay."

But instead of picking back up where he left off, Minho decides to be weird and wiggles up and back a little, making Jisung's cock slide down to the dip where his thighs meet. Jisung gasps, fingers digging into Minho's pecs. Minho shifts his thighs together very gently, smooth and strong muscle massaging the head of Jisung's cock and ripping an embarrassing noise out of Jisung's throat.

"You wanna fuck my thighs, Sung-ah?"

Jisung curses, knows his forehead on Minho's. "Fuck. That sounds incredible." Minho hums and shifts his thighs some more, making it so hard to speak. "B-but... I think I want you to fuck me even more."

Shit. Where did that come from?

Oh, from the very bottom of Jisung's being. Right.

Minho grunts, pushes on Jisung's shoulder until he's on his back again and crowds him, nose to nose, grinding his lower body against Jisung's until Jisung whines and parts his legs. Minho's hard length slips down, dragging over Jisung's balls and taint and punching Jisung's breath out of him. He gyrates his hips- his breathtaking hips- tip of his perfect cock so close to where Jisung wants him yet so far.

"Hyung," Jisung gasps, holding tightly onto Minho's shoulders. He wants to lift his hips, give Minho more access, but before he can do anything Minho reaches a hand down and gets his fingers where his cock couldn't.

"Fuck. See? You're so wet already," Minho says and nips on Jisung's bottom lip when Jisung whines again, head nodding, mouth pouting, hips seeking more of Minho's middle finger tracing his entrance. Minho's voice drops, hot and heavy on Jisung's face. "I could just slip right in."

Jisung arches his back, keening. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why is that so hot?

"But I won't," Minho breathes out before he pushes a finger inside. Jisung keeps getting shocked, every action sending his body and mind reeling, but loving every minute of it even if he can't process all of it.

Minho balances it out right away, though, by softly kissing his way down Jisung's throat until he latches on his collarbones, sucking a mark there. It would be a lot more calming if it wasn't for the fact that Minho almost immediately finds Jisung's prostate with scary accuracy.

"Fuck! Hnng! Hyung!"

Jisung can feel Minho's smile against his chest. He rubs the same spot again and again until Jisung's writhing, shameful amount of precum pooling on his pelvis. And then Minho adds a second finger.

"You ever come just from this?" Minho asks, curling his fingers just right as he raises his head to look at Jisung better.

Face flaming hot, Jisung shakes his head, tries to keep his eyes open. "N-no. With Felix we-"

"You never tried by yourself?" Minho seems both surprised and delighted by this. "Better for me, then. Because I get to show you."

Minho doubles his efforts, moving fingers inside Jisung so vigorously there's an audible squelch that mortifies him, but he tries to ignore it because it feels too good for anything to ruin it.

"But- ah, hyung! I thought you were- aren't you gonna-"

Minho shuts Jisung up with a kiss for the third time tonight. Jisung moans into it, unable to really kiss back properly. "Yes, I'm gonna fuck you, you baby." With a final peck to Jisung's useless lips, Minho relents and pulls his fingers back. "Do you have condoms here or should I go steal from Channie's room?"

Being reminded that Chan and Minho have done this before does nothing to calm Jisung's jittery brain, but he needs to focus. "No, yeah, Felix left some. They're in my nightstand." Thinking about Felix also doesn't help him calm down. Someone have mercy on Jisung.

Minho goes to get them and Jisung can get a brief moment to catch his breath, regroup his brain cells, and watch the spectacle that's Minho's full nakedness from a distance, not just by parts and bits from up close.

He comes back and crawls over Jisung, keeping a small distance between their bodies this time. "You good?"

Jisung nods right away. He knows this is Minho worrying even if he still seems casual and nonchalant, but Jisung is feeling better than he has in days. "Yes, hyung."

Minho kisses his cheek, then his nose, then his lips. Jisung smiles.

Kneeling back, Minho tears open the foil and rolls the condom over himself. He stays there for another second, eyes raking over Jisung as if in thought.

"Roll over," he says, not unlike the beginning of the night when he told Jisung to scoot over. Jisung's stomach swoops, thinking about Minho taking him face down like that. He obeys, but Minho stops him before he's all the way on his belly.

Wordlessly, Minho lies next to him and pulls Jisung to him until they're spooning again. Jisung has to giggle, and then he has to shut up and inhale sharply when Minho pulls his leg up, hand under his knee. He grinds his hips again, cock moving along Jisung's sensitive bits, messily spreading Jisung's slick everywhere. It feels insane, right and wrong at the same time, and all Jisung can do is moan and try not to die.

Luckily Minho has mercy on him and soon lines himself up with Jisung's entrance. He stops there, nuzzles the back of Jisung's neck. Jisung is literally shaking with anticipation but he realizes right away that this is Minho asking if he's ready.

"Please, hyung."

Minho nods, fingers digging into the flesh of Jisung's thigh as he holds him there and slowly pushes him. They both groan, raw and primal, scents spiking as Minho bottoms out. Minho's hot breath washes over Jisung's neck and shoulder and it's so familiar in this position that it almost doesn't feel weird that he's literally inside Jisung.

Oh god. Minho is literally inside Jisung.

Just as slowly, he starts thrusting into him. This position is so different from what Jisung and Felix did, but just as good. Jisung likes feeling Minho behind him, likes the slight helplessness of not being able to use his arms for anything other than reaching behind and uselessly pawing at Minho's hair. He feels out of control, but taken care of.

"Hold this for me," Minho says and it takes Jisung a long moment to realize he means Jisung's own leg. Minho lets go and Jisung hooks his forearm behind his knee, not trusting his strength right now. He should probably feel more shame being spread open like this, but with Minho is okay.

And now Minho has a free hand and a whole lot of access to Jisung.

He starts by sneaking his hand around Jisung's waist, using the hold as purchase to fuck into Jisung better, little puffs of air leaving him everytime he slams back in. Jisung is already feeling fucked out and they've only just started.

"Hmm. Smell so good," Minho tells him, nosing along Jisung's shoulder before nipping at the skin there.

Jisung can't answer, he's just glad Minho seems to be liking this and that his brain hasn't melted completely yet so he can keep these memories.

Then Minho reaches further up, groping Jisung's chest and twisting his nipples gently because he wants to destroy Jisung, clearly. All the while his hips are unrelenting, pushing into Jisung like he could do this all night. Could he? Not that Jisung will last more than a few minutes at this pace.

Minho bites him.

"Hyung!" Jisung touches the sore spot on his shoulder. "That hurt!"

"Sorry, jagiya." Minho kisses his fingers crossed. "Just wanna eat you sometimes." And then he trails his hand down to Jisung's cock.

"Fuck!" Jisung forgets all about the bite and nods furiously. "Yes, yes please!"

"Yes, eat you?" Minho huffs a laugh and traces a finger up and down the underside of Jisung's sensitive dick. "Sadly I have other plans for you." He moves down to Jisung's sack, making him groan. "I just need to..." He palms Jisung's thigh and then reaches back, once again holding Jisung's leg up with a hand on the crease between his thigh and ass cheek. Getting a good grip, Minho starts changing up the angle of his thrusts, calculating, measured, clearly seeking the beginning of Jisung's downfall.

Jisung feels his breath rattle in his chest, heart squeezing in anticipation because Minho's getting closer and- oh!

The sound that leaves him shouldn't be legal, but he sees sparks behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes.

"That's it," Minho whispers and kisses behind Jisung's ear as he keeps fucking into him, nailing his prostate over and over. "From the inside and..." Minho lets go of Jisung's thigh and Jisung somehow manages to keep it tucked into his side and out of the way as Minho presses two fingers to his taint and Jisung screams. "The outside."

With devilish precision Minho keeps fucking and massaging Jisung so the pleasure, sharp and intense, seems to be coming from everywhere, building at a scary pace. He grips Minho's hair with one hand, fists the sheets with the other and fails to recognize his own voice as he moans and mewls like he's never done before.

Minho kisses and nips at his neck, maybe murmurs something Jisung's can't hear through the static of his mind, but when he speeds up the tiniest bit it's clear he's encouraging Jisung, and Jisung is done for. His eyes snap open, mouth never closing and he has just enough time to glance down and look at his own cock when it pulses, coming untouched as Minho keeps pounding into him and white pleasure absolutely consumes him.

Seconds go by. Maybe minutes? Jisung comes to with Minho stroking his hair gently. Jisung is nowhere near recovered, but he can at least inhale and exhale trying to regulate his breathing back.

"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" Minho whispers and Jisung nods before he realizes what he's doing.

"Wait-" too late, Minho pulls out but stays where he is, spooning Jisung. Jisung clears his throat, voice hoarse. "What about you?"

Minho nuzzles into the back of Jisung's hair, arm wrapping around him securely and hand caressing his torso. "Maybe I could..." he trails off, and Jisung can almost heat Minho's brain whirring. He knows exactly what he wants to say but he's stalling by fondling Jisung.

"Tell me," Jisung says. Minho noses along his earlobe. "Hyung."

Minho exhales. Jisung tries to look back at him. "Maybe I could come on your chest?"

Jisung inhales wrong or chokes on his next breath or something, but he ends up wheezing and coughing for a moment, even as he nods his head trying desperately to show this isn't a reflection of how he feels about Minho's words. "I'm sorry-" wheeze. "Yes. Of course. Yes."

Minho finally looks at him, big eyes so dark Jisung doesn't know if he should be scared. But then Minho smiles and it's the softest thing. "Don't die on me now, Sung-ah."

He slips away from behind Jisung and without the support Jisung just flops down as if boneless. Damn, he's gonna need to stay in bed for the foreseeable future.

Minho takes off the condom before he straddles Jisung's waist and Jisung might just forget how to breathe altogether at this point. His hands hang uselessly at his sides, mouth open as he stares at Minho in all his glory above him.

Clearly uncomfortable with the attention, Minho huffs and grabs Jisung's hands, placing them over his own thighs and yes, that's definitely better, Minho's thighs are strong and supple under Jisung's fingers.

Wrapping his fingers around his red, leaking cock, Minho closes his eyes and relaxes, groaning and starting to touch himself with sure strokes that are almost as hypnotizing as his face. Jisung watches in awe, completely spent and somewhat out of his mind, but trying hard to ingrain every detail to memory; the way Minho's chest rises and and falls, his top lip puffy and reddened from kissing Jisung's neck, the way his hips still rut down, getting more friction on Jisung's skin. Jisung briefly wonders if Minho would let him fuck him sometime. Shit, he doesn't think he can get hard again but he's sure as hell buying all the tickets.

Minho isn't loud at all, but every low moan and grunt feels like a gift, and when he opens his eyes, Jisung tries to show him how incredible he finds him, squeezing his thighs and looking with big eyes.

Minho's face scrunches up in pleasure, eyebrows knitting together and mouth agape, and his hips stutter, sending Jisung's heart into overdrive, before he comes, long ropes landing over Jisung's chest, neck and belly. Jisung finds himself moaning as if he's coming himself, watching as Minho rides it out and finally slows down with a final groan.

He hangs his head, reminding Jisung of the way he looks after dance practice, tired and soft. Jisung runs his hands up and down his thighs, still mesmerized.

When Minho raises his head, he blinks twice and smiles. Jisung immediately makes grabby hands, wanting to kiss him and hold him close again.

"Mm. Wait, let me clean you up."

Jisung huffs. He doesn't need to be cleaned up, he just wants to cuddle. "Hyunggg!"

Minho ignores him and goes to get some tissues. Jisung is getting cold.

But then Minho comes back and cleans him up quickly before curling up next to Jisung, still naked but so warm and soft. Jisung wraps his arms around him as Minho rests his head on his chest, but then he tilts his head back and Jisung leans down to kiss him. Minho sighs into it, soft and pliable.

They pull apart and stay like that for a while, just breathing in and out, their scents as present as ever in the room.

"So," Jisung breaks the silence. "My chest, huh?"

Minho snorts and slaps said chest. Jisung ouches before he laughs. "Don't flatter yourself. You just have a nice chest, okay?"

Jisung nods and hums. "You should hook up with Changbin hyung."

Minho sighs. "I should. I really should."

After another silent moment, Minho pats Jisung's arm. "Okay. Time to get you clothed, hydrated, and with your meds."

Jisung whines and curls into his side, burying his face on Minho's hair. "I'm okay right here."

"Jisung..."

Jisung knows he won't win this one, but he can very well bargain. "But we cuddle again right after?"

Minho looks up at him. "Sure."

"And we watch more episodes."

Minho rolls his eyes. "Fine."

"And you stay the night."

This takes the longest pause yet, but eventually Minho nods. "And I stay the night."

Jisung beams and reluctantly detangles himself from Minho. He grabs Minho's hand.

"Thanks, hyung."

"Anytime, you baby."

Chapter End Notes

Another chapter, another member down! Five to go. I wonder who will be next? Any guesses? OH and how are we feeling about the revelations of other pairings? It's all coming together....

Thank you so much for reading, let me know what you think!


Chan


Chapter Summary

Jisung goes into heat and it's a rollercoaster.

Chapter Notes

This chapter was originally 18.8k which sounds insane now that I ever considered publishing it in its entirety, but I decided to split it. The other one will come soon so don't worry, you won't have to wait as long as last time <3

Infinite thanks to Northstories in this and ALL chapters of this chaos for all the beta work, ideas, screaming, sobbing, and general company along the ride <3

I hope you like this chapter and please don't kill me :)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

If Jisung didn't know any better he would have said that the doctor was wrong and he wasn't actually going into heat. After that night with Minho he started feeling better and better, to the point where he forgot all about being a stupid omega for a few days.

Well, except when his nose betrays him.

"Thanks," he tells Seungmin when he hands Jisung his hoodie. It's been hanging on the practice room clothes rack along with everyone else's hoodie and sweatshirts, and just from that it's picked up some of their scents. Jisung puts it on and immediately feels less tired and heavy, as if he hadn't just been dancing.

"Goddamn it," Jisung sighs to himself, trying hard not to bring the neck of his hoodie up his nose and breathe it in like a weirdo.

Other than that, though, he feels back to his usual self, which is a relief because he was pretty content with himself before. In general.

"Sung," Changbin calls out from his room. Jisung is making himself some late night ramen before bed. "Did you take my pillow?"

Jisung turns to see Changbin standing at his door, just boxers and a t-shirt on, hair a mess. Jisung shouldn't stare. "Uh, pillow?"

"My dwaekki pillow. The soft one."

Jisung blinks, hand stilling over the ramen cup. "Um. Oh. I guess I did, yeah." The memory of the moment enters Jisung's mind as if inserted by someone else. He completely forgot about it. He was looking for an HDMI cable in Changbin's room and saw the pillow on the floor and picked it up absentmindedly, along with the cable.

Changbin stares at him. "Okay."

Jisung puts the ramen on the counter and walks around it. "I'll give it back, one moment."

"No, no, it's okay, keep it."

"No, I don't- I don't need it, I was just.. ." He bristles, frustrated at himself for not being able to explain, not even to himself, really. "I'll give it back."

Jisung heads to his room, hearing Changbin follow. "Ji, it's fine, really, I was just wondering."

A door opens and Chan's voice reaches them. "All good?"

"Yep, all great!" Jisung calls back. He makes it to his room and opens the door, but he can't take another step in. He looks down, blinking rapidly. "All... Great."

Changbin comes up behind Jisung, uncharacteristically quiet. A few moments later, Jisung hears Chan's particular footsteps approach as well and then stop.

"Fuck, I'm doing it again," Jisung whispers, loud enough for them to hear.

A beat.

"But you've been nesting for a long time, Sung." Chan, the voice of reason as usual.

"Yeah but this was unconscious nesting. I barely remember taking half the stuff I have here. Look at this!"

It's truly a mess. Jisung's entire room seems to be a nest, a giant, shapeless nest, but a nest nonetheless. There's clothes and blankets and comforters and cushions... And of course, dwaekki's silly pink smile grinning up at Jisung from somewhere amongst the mess.

"Are those our couch cushions?" Jisung looks over his shoulder, as if he could see the couch from here. He cannot. "Why didn't you tell me I took the couch cushions!"

Both Changbin and Chan shrug. Chan is almost opposite Changbin in his look, with baggy sweatpants but no t-shirt. Jisung seriously gets no peace around here.

"We didn't want to interfere if that's what you needed to do."

Oh god. Why are they so nice? And why are Jisung's eyes starting to sting?

Changbin places a hand on Jisung's shoulder as Jisung turns around and stares at this mess some more. "And I'm sorry about the dwaekki, I was just genuinely curious if you'd taken it because I think... it's sweet."

Jisung snorts. "Just wish I could remember the decisions my brain apparently makes."

"I've heard that heat brain is a thing," Chan says. "Hell, rut brain is a thing. I've literally erased whole hours from my brain when I'm in a rut so... it's no big deal, Ji."

Jisung sighs, bites his tongue to keep himself from tearing up, but also to stop himself form imagining Chan in a rut because... holy hell these conflicting emotions are not good for his health. "I really wanna fix this up now."

"Do you want help?" Changbin asks.

Jisung shakes his head. "Nah. I do like doing it. It's okay."

Chan and Changbin nod and walk away after patting Jisung's shoulder again.

"I'll bring you your ramen."

Right. Another thing Jisung forgot about.

He spends the next hour shaping up his nest. It's the biggest he's ever done, which sends a weird twist inside his stomach when he thinks about it so he tries not to. This is normal. Just another nest. Nothing crazy, right?

Which is why he definitely doesn't tear up the next day when he comes back to the apartment after studio time and finds two giants bags with a note on top clearly in Felix's handwriting. It reads 'just in case!' and a winky face and a heart. Jisung is confused but soon his nose picks up on it; it's all clothes, two bagfuls of clothes from all the others including Hyunjin, even if Jisung has already raided his room while he's gone.

Jisung wipes away stubborn tears and uses the clothes right away, adding the finishing touches to his best nest yet, if he does say so himself.

He can't help but curl up there after. He doesn't usually sleep in his nest unless he's feeling a certain way, but the scents are calling to him desperately. He can afford to take a nap for sure, even if it ruins his sleep after, tomorrow it's not too busy.

SKZ ьщ


Iyenie

Yo

anyone heard from Jisung?

MongMong

Yeah short guy, kind of annoying?

Iyenie

lol

but I said from not about

MongMong

I thought he might show up if I insult him

Iyenie

oh yeah that's smart

Cat Hyung

Have you asked the Alpha Den!?

Binnie

your den is just as alpha? actually it's even more alpha

Baby

Right

If anything we should be the Omega Den now

Iyenie

You don't live there right now, you're part of the alpha den now

Cat Hyung

Fine, the Gym Bro Omega Den!

Lix

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I used to wish I lived with you guys until Innie and Minho hyung started getting fitter so I was like `you know what, I'm fine here'

MongMong

Oh so I guess I'm just a wall, then

Lix

NOOO SEUNGMINNIE I LOVE YOU

you're super fit and hot and sexy

actually get ready I'm on my way and I'm gonna hug you until you forgive me

MongMong

I forgive you no need to come

Iyenie

lmao

Baby

Seungmin locked his door ьч

Lix

NOW WHO WILL HUG ME

Baby

I'll hug you lix

Lix

Yay!

Binnie

cute

send pics

Iyenie

So, Jisung?

We were gonna play online but he hasn't shown up

Binnie

Right!

Chan hyung is checking up on him

Dad

he's asleep

Lix

Aw

send pics

Cat Hyung

So early? Good for him I guess

Iyenie

kay

Jisung hyung when you read this remember I was being a good friend and waiting for you

but now I'm gonna play without you and earn more gold lol


The next thing he knows, Jisung's waking up in the middle of the night, three am according to his clock, and he's dripping in sweat. No, wait, he peed himself. No, wait, it's...

It's slick.

Groggy and confused, Jisung hadn't noticed that only the inside of his thighs were wet, so it couldn't be sweat, and upon putting his hand inside his pants he confirmed his current reality.

God. There's so much.

The second thing he notices is that he's achingly hard, precum staining his underwear like he'd never experienced before.

Okay, so it's pretty clear what's going on.

Jisung can't even properly panic about going into heat officially because all he can think of is getting something inside him as soon as fucking possible, so he doesn't even fully remove his pants before he's slipping two fingers inside himself and moaning out loud like some kind of porn star.

He immediately slaps his other hand over his mouth because he doesn't want Chan and Changbin to know the heat started yet. He can manage alone until it's a decent hour.

Besides, he's only fingered himself for half a minute and he already feels close, which is outstanding considering he'd never come untouched until his night with Minho, but now every curl of his fingers makes him squirm in pleasure as his dick twitches, beading out more precum.

A moment later Jisung has to bite his lip hard not to make a sound as he comes with a start, cock pulsing over his abs and walls closing in around his fingers.

He stays shock still for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and catching his breath. He's never come so fast in his life, and with so little effort.

And then it's even more surprising that a couple of minutes later Jisung does it again, following up on pure instinct when his body asks for more, with some help from his other hand around his cock this time, but barely much.

He lies there on his back, stomach covered in cum, fingers and thighs shiny with slick, and about a million thoughts racing through his mind.

If this is what the heat is like, then maybe it won't be so bad. He can keep doing this all day if necessary, although that sounds a little annoying and inconvenient but it's just one day, right? Maybe a day and a half? He can swing that. He might not even need to bother Chan.

He cleans up and gets back in to sleep, body relaxed enough to flop down and pass out again quite easily. He hugs the dwaekki pillow and drifts off.

But it couldn't be quite that simple, could it?

When Jisung wakes up again the sun is already out, just barely, and his insides seem to be on fire.

What was hot desire seemingly pouring out of him a few hours ago now it's sharp, painful burning that's consuming him whole. He's sweating for real this time, and his muscles ache as if he's been tensing in his sleep, even his jaw and temples.

He rolls over onto his back again and tries to touch himself like before, fingers searching the same relief he was able to achieve so effortlessly before, but this time it doesn't seem to be enough. It feels good to fill himself up and he groans when he finally rubs against his prostate, but the burning just keeps intensifying and he's not getting anything out of it. His cock is painfully hard as well, so Jisung tries that route, coating himself up with his own slick and giving some intentional tugs that just leave him even more frustrated than before.

And so begins the longest morning of Jisung's life. He tries everything short of sticking a random object in his ass because he wasn't smart enough to order a toy like he should have done. He can't come no matter how hard he tries, and just ends up disgustingly sweaty and weak, aches and sharp shooting pains all around his pelvis and... parts. He feels like he might just pass out.

But he doesn't, so he gives up on trying to make himself feel better by coming and he just decides to ignore it. Maybe it will ebb away a bit if he stops trying so hard.

He slips out of his room quietly and takes a shower, thankful Chan and Changbin seem to be asleep still. The hot water feels good on his body and he's able to forget about his predicament for about five minutes total, even though he really can't wash himself properly without touching his perpetually hard dick or wet entrance, but it's something. Shower masturbation still doesn't work, though.

He gets back into his nest with fresh clothes and immediately wraps himself with as many clothes from the others as he can, rubbing and nuzzling against the fabrics that smells so good and comforting that it momentarily soothes his frayed nerves.

Jisung hums, eyes closed and nose buried into a scarf. He isn't even sure who this one belongs to as it smells like several of them have worn it at one point. It's perfect.

Knock knock.

Jisung sits up, quick like an arrow, eyes wide, looking at the door. Did he imagine that or-

"Jisung?"

Shit. Chan is up.

"Jisung, are you okay? We were trying to reach you yesterday but you fell asleep really early. Are you feeling fine?"

They were trying to reach him? Jisung scrambles for his phone that must be buried under several layers of clothes and sheets, but he finally finds it and sees all the messages there. He genuinely forgot the existence of phones for a while.

"Uh, yeah, hi," He calls out. "I'm okay. Sorry to worry you." He hopes Chan doesn't notice how shaky his voice is.

A beat of silence. Then, "are you sure? Anything I can help with?"

Jisung fakes sounding amused. He can be amused! The amused-est! "No, nope, really, I'm fine."

Another beat. Jisung can almost hear Chan's brain gears turning. "Ji. I can... I can smell you from here. It's hard to ignore, actually."

Fuck. The shower must have done next to nothing, then. "Oh. Well, um, yeah, I guess the heat did technically start. But I'm totally fine..."

Chan opens the door and Jisung jumps even though he could have predicted this.

He looks at Jisung with soft, sleep-swollen eyes and bed hair. He looks so warm and Jisung has never been so glad to see him.

Jisung on his part must look a fright because he can practically feel how wild his eyes are and he's already messed up his clean hair rolling around in other people's clothes. He has a sock on his shoulder.

Chan says nothing as he stares for another second and then he turns and walks away, leaving the door open. Jisung blinks, a shudder wracking through his body, and wonders what the hell is going on.

He hears rustling outside and then some conversation between Chan and Changbin, too low for him to understand. Changbin sounds like he's just waking up.

Not a minute later Chan walks through the door again, this time with a duffel bag, and closes the door behind himself.

"I said I was okay. Seriously!"

Chan doesn't seem to care. He places the bag on the floor and starts taking things out; some more clothes that Jisung immediately itches to grab, some bananas, protein bars, cookies, water bottles, his favorite sports drinks, pills, lube, massage oil, and worst of all, condoms.

Jisung shakes himself out of the direction his thoughts are taking him and just looks up at Chan. "I can manage for a while longer. You don't need to-"

"Jisung, you're shaking," Chan interrupts, serious. "You asked me to help, to take care of you. Let me do that, please."

Jisung's chest tightens, voice dying in his throat. Chan's right, of course he's right.

He nods.

Chan smiles, kneels at the edge of his nest. "Can I hug you?"

Jisung nods again and Chan crawls inside and wraps Jisung in a big hug. It's only then that Jisung can see what he means; Jisung is shaking, arms frail as they hold onto Chan and takes a deep breath that comes out rattling afterwards. Okay. Maybe he did need this.

Chan hugs him until Jisung's breathing evens out and then he squeezes him for a second before letting go. He keeps his hands on Jisung's body, though, holding him at arm's length as he looks into his eyes. "What do you need?"

Jisung's tongue feels big and useless in his mouth. He doesn't wanna say that he needs to come before he implodes, doesn't want to put that burden on Chan when he hasn't been able to do anything about it himself. Instead he says, "My body hurts."

Chan nods and reaches for the pills he brought. "Minho said to take two. And Innie said you liked this sports drink? I thought you liked the orange one."

Jisung shakes his head and takes the pills and drink from Chan's hand. "This new white one tastes like lychee."

Chan grabs the massage oil next. "If you want I could give you a massage? Hyunjin gave me this unscented oil."

"I..." Jisung is a little overwhelmed. All this trouble just for him? "Sure. That sounds nice."

He takes off his sweatshirt but leaves the bottom half of his body clothed, however little it helps to cover up his still unrelenting erection. He's actually a little afraid it's never gonna go down.

But he lies on his stomach and lets Chan straddle his thighs. They've done this before, especially at the beginning when dance practice would leave Jisung wrecked and Chan would take pity on him from experience. They haven't massaged each other in a while, though.

Chan's hands are hot. Hot and large. But so hot, what did he do to get them like this? He runs them down Jisung's back a few times before he adds a bit of oil and warms it up between his palms and presses down, trying to relieve some of the aches that have been plaguing Jisung's body for the past hours. It feels nice, a lot nicer than Jisung expected. Chan's massages are much different from Felix's, who has even watched videos and is much more technical and objective about relieving muscle pain, but also unlike Minho's who just paws at whatever body part you present in front of him and always uses too much force and ends up maiming a little.

No, Chan is very well aware of his strength, but he also doesn't seem to be very professional about it, simply rubbing on different parts of Jisung's back, digging fingers in curiously, curling hands into fists to drag his knuckles over the dips in Jisung's lower back... It feels random, but good. So good Jisung can't help but moan.

And fine, yes, Jisung has been turned on basically nonstop since last night but this is really starting set off something else. He tries to ignore the way Chan's intermittent pressing on his lower back also presses Jisung's cock into the mattress, or the way he feels slick down his thigh. Thank god he's wearing sweatpants.

Because it's too soon; he knows he's only gonna get hornier and hornier and he only wants to bother Chan when it gets bad enough, when he can't contain it anymore. Meanwhile, he's gonna get through it even if his balls hurt and his only thoughts concern Chan's fingers and his ass.

"Any better?" Chan asks, hands once again back on Jisung's shoulders, rubbing them roughly but deliciously.

Jisung nods. "Thank you." Jisung rises on his elbow to look over at Chan. "I feel better."

Chan's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Because you're a non-believer?"

Chan huffs and sits next to Jisung instead, pushing on his shoulder so he rolls over. Reluctantly, Jisung does, hoping Chan doesn't look down his body.

He doesn't, he keeps looking into Jisung's eyes. "What do you need?"

Jisung exhales. "You being here is enough."

Chan shakes his head. "Bullshit. What do you need?"

"I don't need anything!" It's true, it's not like he's gonna die.

"What do you want, then?"

Jisung's mouth forms the word 'nothing' but he can't really voice it, not when Chan is looking at him like that.

"What do you want, baby?"

Jisung makes an embarrassing choking noise and then it spills out of him. "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"

He's shaking even more now and tears gather at the corner of his eyes, whole body on fire.

Chan hugs him again and it makes Jisung break down, sobbing into his still-clothed shoulder that Jisung thinks should definitely be unclothed by now.

"Jisung-ah. You know that's technically why I'm here now, right? Like, yeah, there's other stuff I can help you with, but did you think I didn't know what I was getting myself into?" Jisung shakes his head. "Why was it so hard to tell me?"

Jisung sniffs and wipes his face on Chan's t-shirt. "Because I'm scared. I want it so bad it literally hurts. I've never felt this before and I'm afraid of what it's gonna be like and what if it doesn't go away even after you fuck me? What if I keep hurting and wanting and it's too much?"

Chan pats Jisung's back, holds him closer. "You won't. I mean, I can't promise I'm gonna fix everything, but you know this doesn't last forever. It's scary, yes, but you've done harder things. You've beaten worse odds. And I'm gonna do my best to help you. You're still you no matter what, and you're so strong and capable, baby."

Jisung wishes he could laugh at Chan for being corny but it really does help to hear him say those things. He hates that.

"Thank you. I'm sorry..."

"No need. I just have one request before we... proceed."

Jisung pulls away to look at Chan better. Wipes his tears. If he can make Chan more comfortable he'd do anything. "Yeah?"

Chan looks serious. Jisung's stomach drops.

"That you let me kiss you."

Jisung's heart soars.

"O-of course. Please."

Chan cups his face and leans in slowly, giving Jisung all the time to appreciate what's going to happen and tuck it away in a memory.

Like the indescribable feeling of finally listening to a song you've been building in your head, Chan's lips feel just the way Jisung had imagined they would, making Jisung think that maybe all it's right with the world. Chan has never disappointed him, even with the things he can't control.

Soft and easy, he kisses Jisung like a precious thing, but not one that's gonna break, just one you want really, really close.

Jisung can barely contain himself after the first few seconds and pushes for more, taking Chan's plumb bottom lip into his mouth and tasting him. Chan exhales hot and heavy, and Jisung jumps into the abyss.

He pushes Chan back on the cushions and climbs over him, straddling his hips and never breaking the kiss. They open up for each other at the same time and Chan's tongue makes Jisung groan and cling to him harder, pulling at his shirt and grinding down on him until he makes contact and-

Chan's hard.

Of course Jisung knew logically this would happen, but experiencing it, feeling it already, is nothing short of dizzying. Fuck, he feels so big. His groan turns into several groans and Chan makes a choked sound and grabs onto Jisung's waist.

"Fuck. I- you-" he stops to grunt when Jisung grinds down harder. "Are you... Wet?"

Well, shit. Jisung didn't know it could be felt through his sweatpants now? Oh god.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into Chan's mouth.

"No, oh my god, sorry I asked, it's just... really hot."

Jisung feels his face burn and doesn't restrain his movements now that he knows Chan likes to feel him. God, he can feel himself get wetter.

They kiss again, Jisung feeling like it's not enough but it's all he dares to do for now, hands shaking and breath rattling.

Chan stops him, pushing on Jisung's shoulders to hold him there. "Ji. Calm down. You're okay?"

Jisung nods, not knowing what else to do.

Chan nods as well. "Okay. I think you should take the lead. You already know what you like more or less, right? After Felix, and then Minho..."

Jisung blinks. "You know about Minho?"

Chan smiles. "I do."

No further questions. Not the time.

"Okay, yeah. I can... I can try."

"Just let me know what you need." Chan sits up and takes off his shirt all of the sudden and Jisung can no longer look into his face. "You can do anything you want. I'm yours, okay?"

Jisung swallows thickly. He wants to tell Chan that he's his as well, but for the life of him he's voice won't work. He simply nods.

Chan leans back down to remove his sweatpants and... he's not wearing any underwear.

And, shit.

He's so big. Long, thick. Perfectly shaped. Is that a thing? Chan could definitely work in the porn industry if this whole idol thing doesn't pan out.

Jisung almost snorts to himself, but that would not be the correct reaction to what he's seeing. He can't believe Chan's so hard already, from him, from Jisung. But he guesses it makes sense if he's been able to smell Jisung's heat for a while now. It's only natural, isn't it?

Jisung realizes he's been staring silently for a couple of seconds too long when Chan suddenly grabs Jisung's hand and brings it down to his cock, encouraging Jisung to grab it. Jisung gasps. "You can touch me."

Chan drops his hand and leans back on his elbows, watching Jisung. Jisung feels like an idiot but it's really hard to care when he could be doing other things, such as feeling Chan up.

So he does, crawling closer, kneeling next to Chan's body and following his instructions, slowly wrapping fingers around Chan's shaft and sliding his hand down experimentally. He sees the muscles of Chan's defined lower stomach tighten momentarily and he places his other hand there, hard and tight under his fingertips.

Jisung didn't have this up-close and personal time with either Felix and Minho's dicks, it all happened too fast even if he did have Felix in his mouth.

Chan's foreskin pulls back slowly as Jiusng's hand moves down, a drop of precum following soon after and Chan sighs. Jisung wants to make him feel good, but he's also still burning inside, the need to satisfy whatever the heat's demanding still present under all the distractions. Jisung needs more, needs... everything.

He strokes Chan's cock a bit longer, up, down, drinking in his reaction, and simply just.. Watching. He's so nice to watch. But Jisung can't watch forever.

He moves, crawling over Chan's leg to kneel in between them, both hands palming Chan's strong thighs, trying to decide what to do first because Chan told him to take the lead, told him he could do anything, and anything is a very big number of things Jisung could do with Chan's body in front of him and everything sounds appealing.

"Can I taste you?" Jisung cringes immediately after his words. He meant to say something less embarrassing and maybe sexier like 'can I suck you off?' but his mind was just telling him to just taste Chan already.

"Of course baby. Anything." Chan says. "You don't have to ask. But you also don't have to do this, if you think that it's something you're supposed to do or-"

"No, no, I wanna," Jisung interrupts him. "But it might be bad because I haven't really done it properly." He wished he'd paid more attention when Felix did it to him.

Chan shakes his head, amused. "You've never been bad at anything, Ji."

Jisung flushes. "Shut up."

And then Jisung turns off part of his brain and lets instinct take over.

He leans down and immediately buries his face in the line connecting Chan's thigh to his crotch, inhaling deeply and nearly groaning afterwards. His musk goes straight to Jisung's wild brain, making him wilder. He lets his mouth fall open and licks at Chan's skin right there, making him gasp and twitch.

Like something unlocking inside Jisung, he wastes no time worrying anymore. He starts rubbing his face all over Chan, wanting to smell like him as much as possible, and maybe Jisung should have started by scenting but oh well he's down here now and Chan smells so good here. Chan's shaft drags down the side of Jisung's face and Chan is breathing harder now, jerking every now and then with Jisung's no doubt unpredictable moves.

When his lips are just inches from the base of Chan's cock, he goes in, wrapping his lips over the side and running his tongue over the veins there. Chan groans, ruffles Jisung's hair, let's him keep going. Jisung moves up, up, until he can lap at the shiny, pink head, tasting salt and skin and Chan.

With too much enthusiasm and little know-how Jisung swallows him down again and again, getting into a rhythm, almost moaning at the way Chan's scent spikes, deep and woodsy.

He knows it's sloppy, he knows it's messy, he knows he's not really doing everything right but it feels too good to stop, just feeling the weight of Chan's cock on his tongue, letting him coat his taste-buds, his scent filling Jisung's senses; it's so much and yet not enough. Chan puts his hand on the back of Jisung's head adoringly and Jisung preens; knowing he's making him feel good despite everything makes Jisung feel warm all over.

He almost chokes trying to take more, to show Chan he can do even better, but Chan's sharp intake of breath and hands around his head make him pull back. "Ji. Jisung, baby. Take it easy, it's okay."

Jisung looks at him, a little dazed. Chan wipes spit off Jisung's chin.

Chan's right. Maybe it is time to stop.

Jisung moves away from him and stands up on wobbly legs to take his sweatpants and underwear off. So much for shame.

Chan looks up at him, pretty mouth agape. Jisung wants to kiss him again.

But then Jisung's eyes land back on his target and he promptly forgets about everything else.

He crawls over Chan, straddling him and hovering over his pelvis, and without so much as a warning Jisung takes a hold of Chan's dick again and positions himself.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Chan stops him, hands on Jisung's waist. Jisung just blinks down at him. "You're just gonna go? Without-"

"I'm good," Jisung nods rapidly. He doesn't have time for more prep, he's been prepared since last night, it's why the inside of his thighs are embarrassingly wet. His body is wise, probably.

"You don't want me to finger you or wear a condom or anything?"

Jisung stops. "Oh. Um..." he can't even focus on the image of Chan fingering him open, which actually sounds quite nice, because something hot has lodged in his throat and he can't keep the tears from resurfacing.

Chan immediately looks worried, hands rubbing up and down Jisung's back soothingly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what did I say? You can tell me."

Jisung shakes his head, trying to find his words. God, he's pathetic. "No, it wasn't you, it's just... I'm sorry, this is so stupid." Jisung is so mad at himself and this heat for making him like this. He can't just say it's nothing and keep crying, but if he explains he will look like the fool he is.

Fuck. He burns red with embarrassment and just stutters through it. "The... The thought of you using a c-condom, it's... I don't like it. It makes me wanna... Cry." He tears up more, absolutely sure that this is the worst reason anyone's ever cried ever in the history of the entire world.

Chan relaxes somewhat. "It's okay. It makes sense. If you don't want me to I won't wear one."

Jisung's feels like a million pounds lighter. "Are you sure you're okay with it?" the still rational part of Jisung's brain asks because yeah, he might die if Chan doesn't come in him, but he still wants Chan to want it.

Chan nods, smiles. "If you are, I am."

Jisung wipes his tears and exhales. "Okay."

He grabs Chan's shaft again and lines himself up, this time sinking down almost right away because enough it's enough. They both gasp when Jisung's wet entrance touches the head of Chan's cock.

Jisung's mind is a constant chorus of yes yes yes yes yes as he sinks down deeper spreading his knees, until he can get the tip past his rim and suddenly the world feels a lot better.

Chan's grip on his waist tightens. "Oh my god."

Jisung agrees but he just keeps going, pushing past the feelings of too-muchness and enduring the stretch because it's gonna be worth it, he knows it.

Down and down, he marvels at how his hole swallows Chan inch by beautiful inch, his cock drooling shameful amounts of precum, and a constant stream of moans leaving him. Head thrown back, eyes closed, Jisung's gone.

Before he knows it, it's done. Chan's inside him.

Jisung's body settles down, relieved, the burn no longer feeling like it's gonna consume him. Still, he shivers, but it's all pleasure this time, Chan pressing against all the right places inside him so good that he tears up a little.

"Feel better?"

Chan's voice pulls Jisung from the moment. He opens his eyes and looks down.

Chan's chest is flushed and pretty. Jisung can't believe he spent no time appreciating it before.

He nods. "Yeah. This... This is what I needed." God. It took him far too long to get here.

"Yeah?"

Jisung nods again and rolls his hips just the tiniest bit and gasp at the intensity, already feeling close like he did last night when he fingered himself.

"You're beautiful," Chan tells him, eyes roaming over Jisung's body, hands touching his sides reverently. "So perfect."

Jisung boldens at the praise, starts moving more, rocks his hips front to back and feels the way Chan twitches inside him. He likes that. Jisung does it again and again, just rutting down in all directions and then in a circle. He had meant to test Chan's reactions but it starts feeling way too good way too fast and before he knows it Jisung is the one whining and seeking more, more.

He finally decides to lift himself enough to feel Chan's cock drag out of him before he chases it back down and oh oh oh. Jisung moans louder, leans back to balance himself on Chan's thighs and does it again and again, cock bobbing as he tries to aim for his prostate, not that it's hard because Chan is big and Jisung is so sensitive inside that-

"Ah! Chan, Chan!" Jisung meant to give more of a warning but it built too fast and before he knows it he's spilling over Chan's chest, one hand quickly flying to wrap around his cock and ride out his high as he keeps fucking himself on Chan, loud and unrestrained. It's like every worry melts out of him and Jisung trembles with the force of it, whatever creature lies inside him finally satisfied.

When it's over he stays there, catching his breath, trying to make sense of the world again. Fuck, he feels about a million times better already.

He opens his eyes to find Chan looking at him, smile soft and familiar. He grabs Jisung's hand and laces their fingers together.

"So pretty, Jisung-ah."

Jisung can finally focus enough to remember what he wants.

He leans down and kisses Chan, face between his hands. Chan kisses back eagerly, wrapping arms around Jisung and pulling him closer. Jisung inhales sharply when this makes Chan's cock drag inside him.

"Sorry," Chan whispers against this lips. "Want me to pull out?"

"No!" Jisung panics briefly. "No, no. I'm okay."

Chan nods and kisses him again.

They stay like that for a while, kissing and holding onto each other. Jisung can finally do other things like run his lips over Chan's jaw, kiss his chin, feel the slight stubble there. Chan does the same to Jisung, and then noses against his scent gland. Jisung nods in approval before words are even exchanged and so they scent each other.

And Jisung gets hard again. Like, immediately.

He's so surprised he look down at himself in disbelief and it makes Chan chuckle. "You liked that, huh?"

Jisung laughs shyly. "Shut it. I don't know what the fuck is going on. It's like I swallowed a bunch of boner pills."

Chan grins. "It's the heat, Ji."

"I know, I know. It sucks."

"It does?" Chan's smile drops and he looks concerned again. "You should have come to me sooner. Told me you were feeling bad."

Jisung bites the inside of his cheek. "I didn't wanna bother you. I thought I was doing fine, I managed to make myself come twice before but then... I couldn't."

Chan pulls Jisung closer again, foreheads touching. "You do not have to suffer alone. How many times have I told you this? It's not just about work, it's about everything in your life. Even this. You have seven other people willing to help you no matter what. I said I would, didn't I? So you need to trust me to do it."

Jisung nods. He's heard versions of this speech from Chan before, it's just hard to apply it to something so... personal.

"I do trust you. You know I do." Jisung would give his life to Chan in a heartbeat trusting he'd take good care of it. He wouldn't actually burden Chan with that, but he knows he could. He knows Chan would do it and smile about it.

"Okay." He kisses Jisung again, just a brush of their lips. "So tell me what you want?"

Jisung can do that. He thinks. "Can you... take over?" Jisung doesn't want to think anymore. Wants to see what Chan would do, what Chan wants.

Chan nods, easy. "Of course." He grips Jisung's hips with both hands and suddenly thrusts up into him and Jisung chokes on a yelp. "Like this?" Chan smirks.

"I- yes. Like anything. What you said to me. Anything you wanna do."

Turns out that what Chan wants to do is fuck Jisung on his cock right there, right in that same position, hands guiding Jisung's movements as he meets him with his own hips rocking upwards. Jisung is immediately hypnotized by this, addicted to the rhythm Chan so easily sets for them.

Which is why his brain to mouth filter starts to thin. "Fuck. Fuck, feels so good..." Chan answers with a hard thrust that makes Jisung's body rattle, but Chan is right there to hold him, fingers bruising Jisung's hips. "You're so- hnngh shit- so good. Is this what you do with- with M-Minho hyung?"

Chan stills and Jisung nearly whimpers. They stare at each other and Chan immediately picks up again. "You've been thinking about that?"

Jisung nods, no longer embarrassed. "Since he told me. Thinking about what you two would look like. I wish I'd known sooner."

Chan is quiet and Jisung wonders if he doesn't want Jisung to talk about this anymore, but it's hard because he's so curious.

He's about to drop it, though, when Chan speaks again. "Yes. Minho likes to ride me."

Jisung moans so loud it echoes in the room, even though the nest makes it difficult. "Yeah?"

Chan nods. "He's so good at it too. Did you like being with him?"

JIsung nods. "Yeah. Hyung was so good to me too." If Jisung thinks about it for more than a second it's almost surreal they're discussing this, talking about their shared experience with Minho, but when he's not thinking- his preferred method at the moment- it feels perfectly normal. Just like talking to Chan about what it's like to songwrite with other members or discuss which lines to give to each.

"And Lix?" Chan asks. He clearly doesn't mind talking about this, then.

Jisung groans, letting Chan change the angle and bounce him on his cock while he leans forward a little. "He's so perfect. So Felix. I didn't know he thought about me like that." Jisung considers briefly mentioning what Minho told me about being with Felix and Hyunjin too, but he isn't sure how much he should disclose, if there's some part of that they don't want others to know.

"Of course he does," Chan says and suddenly sits up, pulling Jisung further up for a moment as he crosses his legs underneath him and then lets Jisung sit there. "He likes you so much. He's crazy about you."

Eyes wide, Jisung holds onto Chan's shoulders and wraps his legs around his middle. From this position Chan can't fuck into him too cleanly, but Jisung has gained back some of his strength and can help Chan move him, grinding down into him and pulling his hips away when Chan's hands demand it.

"And he's so right," Chan says before he surprisingly changes positions again, pushing forward to roll onto his knees and lay Jisung back against the cushions, hovering over him, still connected and so close. "How could he not?"

Jisung screams when Chan, now fully free to move, starts fucking into him mercilessly, hips snapping forward and back, elbows holding himself up next to Jisung's frame. Jisung can barely keep his legs locked around Chan's middle, the movement shifting his whole body so it feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin.

And when his legs do fall open to the sides Chan wastes no time pushing himself up a little and grabbing one of Jisung's thighs and pushing it back into Jisung's chest, spreading him open more and holding onto it as he pounds into Jisung like he was made for it, made to fuck Jisung into the mattress until he couldn't take anymore.

Jisung doesn't know what he moans, just knows he can't keep his mouth shut, can't keep his hands still either, moving over Chan's chest, back, neck, and face. Every time his hand comes close to Chan's lips Chan kisses it, never looking away, fucking Jisung with his eyes as well as with his cock.

"Ah, ah, ah, Chan! Please! Please!" Jisung isn't sure what he's begging for, but it feels right to beg, to have Chan know that he's melting Jisung's brain.

Luckily, Chan doesn't ask him what he wants, maybe intuitively knowing that Jisung can't be logical about it, so he just fucks him harder, caresses Jisung's thigh, moves his hand up and pinches Jisung's nipple, making him yelp, before moving down to trace a single finger up Jisung's sensitive length.

The reaction is instant and visceral, Jisung keens and clenches around Chan, hard. Maybe that's what he wants, then.

So Chan gives it to him, continues to fuck hard and fast into Jisung as he jerks him off, Jisung's precum easing the glide. It's too much; it's perfect. Jisung gets somehow louder, grunting and moaning and whining and holding onto anything he can grab, be it Chan or the sheets or even the blanket that serves as a nest wall above them. Jisung pulls, not knowing what he's doing until the blanket and two others connected to it are all slipping down over them at the same moment Jisung comes, body shaking, cock spurting hot and wet over Chan's rough hand, sobbing in pleasure until the world is all noise and whiteness.

He feels Chan trembling above him before everything else fully returns to him and Jisung instinctively tightens around him, not yet satisfied, knowing something is missing.

"Come in me," Jisung whispers, cock twitching, eyes closed. "Please, please. Come inside me!" he knows Chan is close, feels him shake with the effort of holding on. "Keep fucking me, come on!" He claws at Chan's back, rolls his hips into him, pushes with his heels over his ass.

"Jisung," Chan chokes out and pushes the blankets off them before he starts moving again, blissful thrusts that already feel fucking amazing.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Jisung cheers, finally opening his eyes, seeing how fucked out Chan looks. He needs to feel it, needs to know Chan is going to come inside him and claim him and stay there with him. "I want it, I want it, please!"

Chan growls and bites Jisung's shoulder, fucking into him without abandon, punching inhuman noises out of Jisung and bringing the burn inside his body to a fire once again and if they both burn to ashes then so be it, Jisung had a good life.

Leaving bruises, leaving bitemarks, Chan snaps his hips into Jisung with too much force and moans his name over and over again. Jisung holds him close, hand on the back of Chan's head bringing him to face each other.

Jisung knows they look the same, eyes unfocused, only impulse fueling them.

"Chan," Jisung mouths.

"Baby," Chan replies and kisses him when the last thread snaps.

The kiss only lasts a second but it's enough to set Jisung off as well and they both tumble over the edge, moaning and moving together, Jisung's cock trapped between their bodies with just enough friction to let Jisung ride it all out again, bordering on painful, and yet that making it so much better. His ass squeezes Chan's cock as he pulses inside Jisung, filling him up just how he needed.

It takes forever but reality has not disintegrated and he and Chan did not turn into ash.

He catches his breath and breathes in the sweet and calming scent of Chan's bliss. It feels good to know he liked it, that Jisung could be good for him too even if Chan gave Jisung so much more.

They move slow, heavy, weighted down by satisfaction and tiredness, but their lips find each other again and it's everything. Jisung feels drunk, dumb, but so happy he could sing. He won't though, that would kill the mood.

Chan pulls away, looking ridiculous because no one should look this good after coming. It's unfair and it makes Jisung want to kiss him again. His hair is mussed, curls all over the place, cheeks red, and sweat dripping down his temple attractively. Jisung's wants to lick it off. Would that be weird?

Chan doesn't give him a chance to do it because he buries his face on Jisung's neck and inhales deeply, sending shivers all over Jisung's body. "Mm. Smells so good." He kisses and then quickly licks over Jisung's scent gland. "Wanna eat you."

Jisung giggles a little and the action causes him to clench unconsciously. Chan hisses. Shit, that felt... good. "Chan," Jisung groans and rolls his hips a little, feeling his dick twitch. Didn't he come like two minutes ago? How is this happening?

Chan grimaces, oversensitive, and it takes Jisung's entire will but he stops. Chan looks in pain.

"Sorry, sorry," he pants out and then bites his own tongue in an effort not to move again.

"It's okay," Chan says, a slightly pained smile. He moves to pull out and Jisung doesn't know what's happening until panic grips him from every direction and he crosses his ankles together over Chan's back, locking him in. Chan gasps and falls on his forearm, eyes wide.

Jisung's eyes grow just as large too. "Fuck. Shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just-" Something lodges in his throat, hot and painful. "I- I don't want you to pull out." The realization hits Jisung like a bag of bricks but he can't deny the truthfulness of it. "I won't move! Just, stay inside a little longer?"

Chan blinks slowly, watching Jisung wearily. "Okay. A little longer, baby." He pushes Jisung's hair off his forehead and kisses him there.

Jisung relaxes, his heart calming down. Only marginally though, because even though he's no longer panicking, he is still ridiculously turned on. Chan feels so good inside him, even if he's shrinking and not moving. Jisung has to close his eyes and focus on his breathing to try and not buck or even shift. He doesn't want Chan to be uncomfortable but each second feels like blissful torture, Jisung's own cock back to hardness between them. He knows Chan can tell, but he doesn't say anything so Jisung doesn't either.

He opens his eyes and sees Chan looking down at him. The sweat is dripping down his neck and collarbones now. Jisung still wants to lick it but he doesn't dare move. Chan's lips turn up at the ends, a soft smile.

And Jisung involuntarily clenches around him.

"Ah-" Chan's face twists in a grimace and his hands curl into tight fists next to Jisung.

Jisung feels immediately guilty, but also that sole action sent a current of pleasure through him so strong he can't help the moan that escapes him. "So- mmpf! Sorry. Ah, fuck. Sorry.."

Chan chuckles a little, kisses Jisung's cheek. "It's okay. I just can't- I mean, I need a few minutes. Then I can go again, okay?"

Again, that thing lodges inside Jisung's throat, and even worse now it's accompanied by a stinging behind his eyes. God, this is new levels of pathetic. He's about to cry because Chan can't fuck him properly right this second? Jisung nods, trying to reel it in as much as possible, but Chan is so close, and he knows Jisung so well, it would be impossible for him not to notice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby," he holds Jisung's face. "I'm right here. I'm still here, okay?"

The dam breaks. "I know. I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry," he sniffles bottom lip quivering. "You can pull out. I'm okay. I don't know why I'm crying." He tries to wipe the tears away with clumsy hands. "It's just... it hurts. And I don't know why, we're doing everything right. You're doing everything right." Chan has given him everything and still Jisung wants more? He hates this. Hates being in heat. Hate not being able to control his goddamn emotions. "I just want you so much and I'm hurting you and I'm sorry-" He hiccups and Chan kisses him.

It works, calming Jisung down almost instantly. He still feels like crying but it's no longer bursting out of him. God and he's still so hard it's like a painful distraction that won't stop rubbing up on Chan's stomach every time he breathes. This is officially too much.

"Ji, it's okay. You know it's the hormones, you know you can't control it," Chan says when he pulls away, only enough to be able to speak. "You're not hurting me. I'm fine. And I'm gonna give you what you need, okay?"

Jisung shakes his head, feels more tears spring up. "I don't want you to push yourself for me. Let's just... maybe you can finger me." It won't be as good as Chan's dick because at this moment in time nothing sounds as good as Chan's dick, but it might just relieve Jisung enough until Chan is ready for more. God, Jisung is already salivating at the thought of Chan being ready to fuck him again.

Chan looks at him for another second before his eyes widen slightly. He smiles. "I have an idea." He pecks Jisung's lips. "Do you trust me?"

Jisung sniffles again. Goddamn Bang Chan. Under normal circumstances he can get Jisung emotional but now, everything out of his mouth just makes Jisung want to bawl his eyes out. He nods. "Of course."

Chan's smile widens and then he kisses Jisung again, longer and slower this time. As he does, he starts shifting to pull out again. This time, Jisung regretfully unlocks his ankles and lets his legs fall apart, freeing him. He still feels dread in his chest, but Chan asked him to trust him and Jisung does, so much. Carefully, Chan pulls out, and when he's done Jisung feels like he might pass out. Being empty after being so full might actually be the worst thing he's ever experienced.

He bites his tongue as he starts crying again. Chan is all over him again, kissing him and holding his face. "Baby," he mouths against his lips. "I'll be right back."

Okay, now Jisung panics. Fear spreads inside his ribcage and his hands shoot out to hold onto Chan's arms. "Wait, wait, you're leaving?"

Chan grips Jisung's waist and joins their foreheads. "It's just be a second. Step right in and out, okay? I'll be right back. I promise."

Jisung doesn't like this, doesn't like it one bit. Chan is gonna leave the nest? The room? Jisung's mind is too deep into trying to find ways to keep him there that he doesn't even stop to question what Chan might even do outside, he just knows he doesn't want him gone. It's so bad that his erection dwindles slightly.

Jisung swallows but it doesn't help, the tears still come. "But, hyung-" Jisung almost never calls Chan hyung when they're not in front of cameras or outsiders, but it burst out of him. Is this manipulation? Is he inadvertently trying to manipulate Chan?

Chan looks like it physically pains him to see Jisung like this and for a fleeting moment Jisung feels bad about it. It isn't right. But he also can't control it. "I'll be so fast, Jisungie. Trust me, yeah? Your hyung would never leave you alone."

Jisung wants to say that he is leaving Jisung alone. For God knows how long. Even if he does trust Chan when he says that it will only be a second, it doesn't matter.

But he doesn't say anything. He manages to keep the bitter words inside and nods minutely. Chan wipes his tears for him and kisses both cheeks and then Jisung's pouting lips. "I'm gonna give you what you need, baby. Stay right here for me."

He pushes away from Jisung, crawling out of the nest and making Jisung's chest constrict painfully. Chan's perfect, perfect naked ass moves to the doorway and stops just before walking out, glancing back at Jisung who can only stare and tear up. Chan bites his lip, brow furrowing, and opens the door to walk out.

And suddenly, Jisung is alone.

Chapter End Notes

I'm ngl i hurt myself leaving this chapter like this BUT IT'S GONNA BE OKAY, RIGHT? DO YOU TRUST ME LIKE JISUNG TRUSTS CHAN?

Let me know what you think, what Chan might be up to, if there's even any mystery left at this point and if you're excited for the next chapter that's even slightly longer than this one and already done!

Thank you for your comments and kudos, I eat them all up the way the kids want to eat Jisung as well <3


Chan/Changbin


Chapter Summary

Chan seeks reinforcement and Jisung starts realizing the benefits of being an omega surrounded by alphas.

Chapter Notes

It was pretty obvious what was going to happen lmao but I hope you guys enjoy the second part with this 3racha chapter, I had so much fun with it and I wrote some things I've never written before so MIND THE TAGS there's some new ones <3

Once again thank you to the one and only Northstories for the help and encouragement and insanity <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jisung is so cold, even if he feels his skin burning up. He balls his hands into fists and tries not to cry anymore, but it's hard. The only comfort comes from the small, rational part of his brain that tells him that Chan would never hurt him. That, and the scent from his nest. He tries to focus on that, breathing in and out and trying to distinguish all the different scents that mingle together; his and Chan's mostly, obviously. But the others are there too. Felix and Innie, Seungmin and Minho and Hyunjin... Changbin.

Jisung opens his eyes. Changbin's scent is suddenly stronger; sharp and spicy in Jisung's nose. Is Jisung lying over one of his hoodies or-

There's voices outside. Jisung tries to make out what they're saying; obviously it's Chan and Changbin as there is no one else in the apartment and Changbin definitely wouldn't have invited someone over during this time. He said he would stay in and work.

Something blooms inside Jisung's chest at the hushed conversation just outside the door. But even with that barrier Changbin smells... intense. Sweet and slightly bitter coffee mixed with chocolate, the whole thing wrapping around Jisung like a comforting blanket, making him breathe in easier. The spicy undertones are sharper too, and it makes Jisung's mouth water.

Before he can think too hard about it, the door opens again and Chan is back, still in his full naked glory, cock soft and heavy moving with every step he takes. He smiles gently at Jisung and Jisung is so relieved to see him that for a moment he doesn't notice that Chan's hand is holding something.

Changbin's hand.

He pulls Changbin into the room. Changbin enters, more shrunk into himself than he usually is, but his expression changes from hesitant to surprised when his eyes land on Jisung. Jisung, who probably looks a wreck, flushed and red, eyes big and tearful and cock fighting valiantly to stay hard against his lower stomach. He also is suddenly very aware of the slick and cum that's basically all over his lower half by now. He should probably feel more embarrassed but the heat apparently does weird things to him.

"Fuck," Changbin whispers, large eyes taking everything in. He immediately goes several shades of red darker and Jisung notices how he squeezes Chan's hand.

Jisung also notices how Changbin's scent spikes. Everything Jisung had been smelling before was clearly Changbin being aroused, but he didn't really register it until now. Chan's scent spikes too, but Jisung had been slowly getting used to it. Changbin's though...

"Sungie," Chan says, carefully, both of them stepping further into the room. "I'm back. Look who I brought!"

Jisung huffs and can't fight the smile over Chan's silly antics. As if Jisung can't see Changbin standing in front of him.

"If you're okay with it," Chan starts, looking intently at Jisung, careful but hopeful. "Changbinnie can join us. Can take care of you too, with me."

Jisung's heart jumps into his throat. Oh. Oh. That was Chan's plan? To get Changbin into bed with them?

When Jisung doesn't answer right away, head reeling, Changbin speaks up. "It was hyung's idea," he says quickly, as if desperate to explain. "I can step out again. It's okay."

"No," Jisung says before he can think further, because the idea of Changbin leaving now that he's here is suddenly so much worse than anything else. "No, stay."

Changbin breathes in and out and Chan is smiling like it's his birthday.

"Are you sure, Ji?" Changbin asks and Jisung nods. "I can leave any time you want. Just say the word."

"Are you sure you wanna stay?" Jisung asks in turn because, well, it seems polite.

Changbin blinks. "Are you kidding? I was going crazy out there. I already jerked off twice."

Chan snorts and Jisung chuckles, finally feeling the tightness on his chest dissipate. His eyes rove over Changbin's body with more care now and he indeed sees that Changbin is already hard, straining in his grey sweatpants. Jisung's beath hitches and his laughter dies.

It finally dawns on him what this means for him in this situation. His two hyungs in his nest with him. Two people taking care of him. Two sets of hands, two mouths to kiss, two cocks...

Two alphas.

Jisung finds himself nodding, like a crazy person because no one asked him any questions, but the more he thinks about it the better this idea seems. Chan is a genius, obviously. And Jisung is getting desperate again.

He makes grabby hands towards them. "Come here."

Chan goes easily, letting go of Changbin as Changbin shifts to remove his own shirt. Jisung's eyes get glued to the newly exposed skin, Changbin's thick chest and stomach so enticing Jisung feels himself drip from both ends. Maybe he drools a bit too.

With Chan now lying next to him, they both watch Changbin undress until only his briefs remain and he realizes he's being stared at. His ears go red, but he smiles and approaches the nest. "Can I?"

Jisung finds it endearing how they still ask permission to enter his nest, as if he didn't want them all there twenty-four seven like some deviant. "Yes, yes, hurry. And bring the clothes."

He hadn't prepared for Changbin to be there so more of his scent in the form of clothes is definitely welcome. Changbin finishes undressing, cock hard and reddened, possibly from Changbin already having touched himself twice before walking in here. Jisung grins and reaches out to pull Changbin down to him as soon as he enters the nest.

Changbin loses his balance as he tries to hover over Jisung and ends up flat on top of him, pressing Jisung into the blankets and cushion. God, it feels good.

Changbin is about to apologize when Jisung puts a hand on the back of his head and kisses him. For all the bad things the heat has, making him decisive and bold is not that bad. In other circumstances he would have hesitated about what kissing Changbin would mean, but now he doesn't give a fuck, he just needs Changbin as close as possible as soon as possible.

He starts rutting up on him, feeling Changbin's dick brush his own and send pleasure sparks everywhere. Changbin grunts, still too slow and hesitant, not on the same page as Jisung from how fast this is escalating, but Jisung doesn't have time to waste. He kisses down Changbin's jaw and neck to rub his face on his scent gland, moaning at how strong and perfect the scent is there, coating his senses and making his vision blur.

"Fuck me," he says against Changbin's neck, already drunk on the way he tastes, the way his scent is clinging all over Jisung.

Changbin finally reacts, groaning and pushing off Jisung slightly to look down at him. He looks crazed, eyes wide with want but a little disoriented. His mouth is red and plush and would looks perfect around Jisung's cock, but that can wait.

"Now?" he asks, lost, looking briefly at Chan who's lying on his side looking at them fondly.

"Yes, now," Jisung replies. "I'm already well fucked and need more." He pulls Changbin down to nibble at his earlobe, his filter gone as he attempts to wiggle Changbin's dick between his thighs. "Just slide into me and fuck me like you've been wanting to all day, hyung."

The noise Changbin makes goes straight to Jisung's core, strong and feral. In two seconds he has Jisung flipped over on his stomach, hands around Jisung's waist as he pins him there. Jisung moans a whine and grinds his hips down. Holy shit that was so hot.

With his face squished against a pillow he can only look at Chan next to him. And for the first time all day Chan isn't looking at him. He's looking at Changbin.

Jisung wishes he could too. He feels Changbin's hands tremble slightly as his hard breathing washes over the back of Jisung's neck. He's trying to compose himself.

"Fuck, just..." Changbin exhales loudly before leaning in and burying his face on the back of Jisung's neck. "I should have known you'd be a fucking menace like this." He nips below Jisung's ear, sending goosebumps all over his body. Suddenly rough, though, Changbin tightens his hands around Jisung's waist and growls as he presses him down with his body, hard length along the cleft of Jisung's ass maddeningly. "And you smell like Chan hyung..."

Jisung opens his eyes, not even sure of when he closed them, and watches the way Chan grins at Changbin, slightly cocky but mostly amused. "Sorry, Bin. Guess you'll have to deal with my scent again." Chan scoots in towards them. Again? "Don't pretend you don't secretly love it." What the-

Jisung's heart nearly jumps out his ass when Chan leans in but doesn't kiss him. He kisses Changbin.

Frozen, he feels and hears them kiss for a moment before he's pushing up onto his elbows, trying to look over his shoulder but just succeeds in jostling them apart. "Wait. Wait! You've-" He's at a loss of words, mind still trying to connect two dots together inside the cocktail of hormones he calls a brain. "You've done this before?"

Chan's guilty look is unmistakable and Jisung can't properly see Changbin's, but he feels him paralyzed above him.

"Um, well..."

Jisung sharp intake of breath hurts since he's trapped between Changbin and the mattress. "Without me?!"

He doesn't know what to feel, doesn't know how to react, can only see flashes of what he imagines Chan and Changbin would be doing together. Kissing? Touching each other? Fucking each other? But the three of them always did everything together! Maybe they hang out one on one every once in a while but to think that they may have been hooking up when alone without Jisung sends an ugly, sharp feeling to Jisung's stomach even though he knows it shouldn't.

Changbin leans back on his knees so his entire weight isn't on Jisung and Jisung can breathe a little easier, but it's not better. Chan reaches to touch his face, wiping away tears Jisung hadn't even felt coming. "Baby, it's not like that. We were just... You were..."

"Underage," Changbin completes. "You were underage, Ji. And when you weren't we didn't know how you might feel about us. We only did stuff every once in a while to relieve stress, and honestly... you never seemed interested in us that way."

Well, that's because Jisung wasn't. He clearly didn't know what he had been missing though, as evident now after Felix and Minho and Chan and... now Changbin. Damn, is everybody in the group hooking up and Jisung has just been totally blind to it? He wonders about Seungmin, about Innie... there's no way, right?

Jisung nods, trying to hold onto any shred of a reasonable behavior as he can. After all he doesn't own them, and it's not like they were trying to hurt him. He's going to be thinking about this for a while, though. "Sorry for crying. Again."

Changbin wipes away new tears, smiling softly. "I've seen you cry a million times. And only now has it been acceptable." He laughs when Jisung sends him a death glare and tries to brush his hand off. "I'm kidding! Sungie... we have been waiting for an opportunity like this with you since fucking forever."

Jisung sniffles. "Really?"

Chan nods. "Yeah, of course. How could we not?" He pushes Jisung's bangs away again. It feels good to have them both touch Jisung's face. "Sorry we didn't tell you, though."

"Well, you'll just have to make it up to me," Jisung says and swallows the rest of the ugly feelings. At least for now. "I have a lot to catch up on."

Chan smiles and kisses him. As he should.

"Dork," Changbin says but kisses him too after Chan pulls away. "Are you okay, though? Do you wanna take a break? I can get us some snacks or-"

Jisung shakes his head. "For real, if someone doesn't fuck me very soon I'm gonna have to go out and find someone else to do it."

That was either the right or the wrong thing to say depending on how you see it. Jisung likes to think that the way Chan's and Changbin's eyes darken, serious and possessive, will only bode well for him in the near future.

"Don't even joke about that," Chan says and pushes Jisung down back on the bed so Changbin can lean over him again.

"You're such a brat." Changbin lands a hand on Jisung's butt cheek, hard, and squeezes. Jisung groans, nodding his head into the pillow, the lust that had only been pushed to the side a little returning with full force. "Let's see if you can still go out and find someone after this."

Pulling his cheek apart, Changbin exposes Jisung's entrance to the colder air of the room, but only for a second because soon his cock is dragging over Jisung's rim, collecting all the slick and cum and making Jisung's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Changbin huffs. "So ready."

Jisung's mouth is halfway open on a "Just fuc-" when Changbin pushes in and everything else turns into a moan. There's no adjusting, no weird feeling, just Changbin filling him up so nicely Jisung is finally knowing peace again. He holds onto the pillow and moans again when Changbin pulls back almost all the way and slams back in, one fluid motion that has Jisung's whole body shifting forwards, cock dragging deliciously against the sheets. He nods his head rapidly and steadies himself for the next thrust.

Changbin sets an unrelenting pace and it's exactly what Jisung needs. He can't stop the continuous string of moans and it's hard to even keep his eyes open, lids fluttering every time Changbin nails his prostate, his hands holding Jisung's hips to keep him steady because otherwise Jisung would be hitting his head on the foot of the bed by now.

Suddenly, a hand is carding through his hair and Jisung opens his eyes to see Chan right there, lying on his belly next to Jisung and he's suddenly as much part of this as Changbin is. His hand slides down Jisung's cheek to his shoulder and then his hand, lacing their fingers.

"He looks so good like this," Changbin pants, hips slamming into Jisung consistently. "Can't wait to see him come. I've been imagining it all day."

Chan nods and hums, even if he's still looking at Jisung. "He's gorgeous when he comes."

The sound that leaves Jisung's throat isn't human. He'd ask why they're talking about him as if he wasn't there if it wasn't so hot for some weird reason.

He also doesn't have the mental capacity to say much right now, like to tell Changbin that he might be witnessing Jisung coming sooner than expected because Jisung is quickly unraveling again, the combined feeling of Changbin fucking into him, his sensitive cock against the sheets, and even Chan's hand in his own it's doing it for him way too fast.

Jisung's rhythmic ahs getting louder is all the warning they get before he's once again coming, pleasure wrecking through his body like lightning, dick throbbing painfully between his nest and body and ass clenching around Changbin, begging him to stay there. Jisung buries his face on whatever fabric is closest, something of Seungmin's if his useless brain can be trusted, and just mewls until the overwhelming feeling passes.

"Fuck. Shit." A hand runs down his spine and Changbin starts to slow down almost to a still but Jisung shakes his head and whines, hoping they understand him, hoping he doesn't have to make any further effort because he doesn't know if he can right now.

"Keep going," Chan says and yes, yes, Jisung could kiss him. If he was actually able to move.

Changbin doesn't question it, just picks up the pace until he's fucking Jisung steadily again, not as fast as before but just enough to make Jisung nod and melt. It feels good again right away, any sensitivity apparently overridden by the heat. He just wishes he could feel even more, his prostate tender and asking for more pressure. Jisung already knows what this means but he's been hesitant to put words to it in his head.

However, as Changbin keeps fucking him and Jisung starts to accept what he wants, the need to verbalize it becomes stronger. He starts moaning again, soft and hoarse, tears pickling at the corners of his eyes. He's about to gather the needed strength to push his head to the side to be able to look at Chan and maybe breathe better, but before he can he's suddenly dragged back, Changbin's strong grip around his hips pulling him up and back so his ass is in the air, back arching as his upper body still rests on the softness below. Jisung squeaks half indignantly half turned on out of his mind.

Chan's hand slides out of his own and when he finally manages to raise himself enough to be able to look over his shoulder, he almost falls back down in his face. Changbin and Chan, both kneeling behind him, Changbin still holding Jisung's hips up as he pounds into him, Chan right next to him kissing, Chan's hand on the back of Changbin's head, pulling him in, the other hand now moving to sit on the small of Jisung's back.

Jisung almost can't believe what he's seeing, mouth dropping open unconsciously and his insides fluttering. His hyung's have never looked so hot and he has never felt so lucky. Only one thing seems to be missing and Jisung's brain is so addled that he forgets to keep it in.

"God, I want you to knot me," he whines, hands fisting the sheets and hips moving back to meet Changbin's thrusts. "I want you to knot me so fucking bad."

He doesn't even know who he's talking to. Obviously Changbin is the one with his dick in him at this moment but Jisung just wants someone to fuck him so hard, come in him, and knot him so the pressure can finally be enough, finally what he needs.

He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until he hears a gasp and opens to see both Chan and Changbin looking at him, Changbin then throws his head back in pleasure as he groans and quickens his pace, fucking into Jisung with short, powerful thrusts. Jisung moans again, the brush against his prostate delicious but not enough yet.

And then he both feels and sees the second Changbin falls apart, fingers digging painfully into Jisung's hips as he pulls Jisung onto his cock again and again until he grunts, emptying himself inside Jisung with jerky thrusts. It's a sight Jisung wants to witness a million more times.

Jisung feels his insides throb, warm and marginally fuller, clenching around Changbin to silently ask him not to pull out. Changbin groans as he catches his breath, shaky hands carefully letting go of Jisung. Jisung rests on his knees, ass still up.

"Well, that lasted all of three minutes," Chan's voice teasingly says behind him.

A weak slap of skin. "Shut up. I was fine until he said..." Changbin trails off.

Shit. A sudden rush of emotions catch up with Jisung and he finds himself tearing up. Again.

Chan notices, of course. "You okay, baby?"

Jisung nods feebly. "Sorry. I shouldn't have..." He sniffles, rubs his face on one of Hyunjin's beanies to dry the tears. "I shouldn't have said that." He feels so stupid, weak and out of himself.

"It's okay," Both Changbin and Chan say at the same time.

"No it's not. It's stupid," his voice breaks infuriatingly as more tears come. "It's stupid. I know you can't do it now, I know you can't knot me, and still I cry over it like a baby and-" he swallows, trying to stop fucking crying. "I don't want to make you feel bad."

Two hands soothe down his back, one Chan's, one Changbin's and Jisung is almost surprised that he's able to feel the difference between them.

"It's okay that you want that," Changbin says. "It's normal and not to mention really fucking hot. I just wish..."

Jisung nods in understanding. He knows logically that he's being a childish brat for requesting something that's literally impossible, yet his body still wants to complain and whine about it.

"I... Have an idea."

Jisung looks back at Chan, brain reeling trying to figure out what plan could he possibly have for a situation like this. It's not like they can make themselves suddenly go into rut.

Chan looks at Changbin and the two of them seem to have an entire conversation with just their eyes, something Jisung is usually privy to and able to get in on as well, but maybe he's too fucked out to understand this time. Changbin's eyes widen.

"What?" Jisung demands, tears drying and some strength returning as he pushes himself up on his elbows, looking behind himself better.

Chan looks back to him carefully. "We could... both be inside you."

Jisung stares at them while he's trying to comprehend what Chan just said and it feels like he's a zoo animal for a second.

When the synapse happens, though, his lungs expand painfully on his next rushed breath. "Yes. Oh my god. Yes!"

He must have clenched around Changbin as he hisses softly, and it's only then that Jisung realizes how long he's stayed inside Jisung without a peep.

"Shit. Sorry."

"It's fine. I'm good."

Chan smiles, pats Changbin's head almost playfully. "Changbinnie is really good with overstimulation." Oh, is he? Changbin blushes a little. "So, you'd really wanna try?" Chan looks at Jisung again.

"Yes. Could we really do that? Do you think... Do you think I could?" Jisung doesn't really know much about... Double penetration. He watched a video once but he never imagined he could be on the receiving end and actively wishing for it.

"Like I said, I've never seen you fail at anything you want to do," Chan says, making both Jisung and Changbin snort. Jisung wants to say that it doesn't apply here but he keeps quiet. "Second, it might not be what you want exactly... But we can always stop and try something else."

What that something else could be, Jisung doesn't know. What he does know is that the idea of both of his hyungs fucking him at the same time has taken root in his soft brain and it's sprouting out of control.

"I wanna do it."

Chan nods. Changbin twitches inside Jisung. "Oh my god. Am I fucking dreaming?"

Jisung smiles. "Aren't you six feet tall in your dreams?"

Changbin spanks him. "Hey!"

Mood lifted, Jisung raises himself on hands and knees. "Okay, how are we doing this?"

Chan looks thoughtful for a moment, eyes on him and Changbin, but it's Changbin that speaks first. "Wait, I know." He leans forward, pushing on Jisung, and flattens a hand on his back. "Get back down."

Jisung does and Changbin drapes himself over him and once again Jisung finds himself comforted by the weight on him. Snaking arms under Jisung's waist, he wraps around him completely. "Hold on tight."

Jisung is about to ask how he's supposed to hold on tight when he's suddenly yanked to the side, Changbin rolling them both over with impressive strength until he's the one below, on his back and still holding onto Jisung, pressing him against his chest, his dick miraculously still inside.

Unstable, Jisung plants feet on the bed on either side of Changbin's body and grabs Changbin's forearms. The angle is slightly strange at first, but not bad at all. Maybe better once Changbin is fully hard again and Chan...

Jisung looks at Chan as he eyes them, hungry eyes trailing over Jisung and Changbin's bodies, cock at full attention once again.

Jisung had momentarily forgotten how big he is.

"Okay, so..." he makes Changbin raise his upper body slightly and stuffs pillows behind so Changbin isn't completely flat, and it already feels better for Jisung too, cradled against Changbin's sturdy body.

He's able to look up, head resting back on Changbin's shoulder, and they only need to lock eyes for a second before they lean into a kiss. Changbin squeezes him harder and fuck, Jisung feels almost like a ragdoll in his arms and he doesn't mind even a little bit. He gets lost in it, sucking Changbin's tongue into his mouth, hips starting to grind because apparently he's ready to go already.

He jumps slightly when he feels hands over his knees. Jisung pulls away from Changbin to see Chan kneeling between both Jisung's and Changbin's spread legs, large hands running up Jisung's thighs and then falling to Changbin's own. Changbin shivers slightly at whatever Chan is doing down there, Jisung can't watch very well, but he definitely does know what Chan's next move is. He traces Jisung's entrance, rim sensitive and abused, stretched around Changbin's slowly filling cock. Jisung feels how Chan's finger moves with ease aided by all the cum and slick and then even more cum and more slick... just picturing it makes Jisung's head spin.

"So pretty," Chan says almost to himself, eyes glued to the spot. "I don't even think we need lube."

Changbin makes a strangled noise and Jisung just exhales, trying to calm his sudden nerves. He's okay, he's with his hyungs, and they'll make sure nothing goes wrong. Still, he can't help but look at Chan's dick and wonder how that's gonna fit.

"You two ready?" he asks but looks only at Jisung, finger prodding at his entrance. Jisung nods and feels Changbin do the same behind him.

Slowly Chan works one finger in next to Changbin's cock and Jisung groans at the stretch, torn between loving it and worrying this is already a lot. Changbin hisses a little but Jisung feels him twitching and hardening inside him. He keeps holding Jisung tightly, tracing circles on Jisung's belly with his thumbs. He starts kissing down the side of Jisung's head, behind his ear, and on Jisung's neck. He rubs his nose on Jisung's scent gland and hums deeply.

"I can't believe I finally get to have you like this," he breathes out.

Jisung sees Chan smile and then turns his head to look back at Changbin. One thing about Changbin is that he can be disgustingly honest even at the worst times, which this definitely isn't, but it makes Jisung flustered nonetheless.

"Hyung and I talk about you all the time," Changbin continues. "Wondering what you'd look like, what you'd sound like, what you'd taste like..."

Jisung feels his eyes getting wider, stares at Changbin with his cheeks burning. "You did?"

Changbin nods. "Before you presented we wondered if you'd ever consider doing anything with us whenever you did." He squeezes Jisung a bit too hard then, turns his voice annoying. "Ah Jisung-ah! I was so jealous you asked hyung to help you and not me!"

He loosens his hold a little so Jisung can breathe. Changin's smiling so he's teasing but Jisung knows that doesn't mean there isn't any truth to his words. "Hyung, I was just-"

"I know, I know," Changbin rubs his nose down Jisung's temple. "It was a good choice, I guess..."

Jisung was so distracted he barely noticed the stretch inside him wasn't so bad anymore. Maybe that was Changbin's plan all along.

"I can take another," Jisung tells Chan, hand reaching down to touch Chan's cheek. Chan smiles and kisses Jisung's palm.

So Chan manages to go in with two fingers this time, and by now Changbin's fully hard again. Or at least Jisung hopes he is and that he isn't going to keep growing inside him.

It stings a little, but Jisung imagines that if his body is designed to take a knot then he can handle this, and hopefully more because at the end of the day the combination of Chan's and Changbin's girth is definitely bigger than any knot he's seen on late night sessions with his computer.

Soon, though, Chan is able to fuck his fingers into Jisung with relative ease. Jisung can only imagine what it feels like to Changbin, who keeps groaning softly and has started rocking his hips minutely. Chan, on his part, has been obviously careful to avoid Jisung's prostate as much as possible, only stretching him as best as he can, and while Jisung is grateful he's starting to get antsy. He needs more.

"Another. Please."

Chan doesn't question it, just starts trying to wiggle a third finger in. Changbin finally lets go of Jisung but only with one arm, hand reaching to turn Jisung's face towards himself and kiss him. Changbin is such a thoughtful kisser, Jisung decides, letting Jisung set the pace and take as much as he wants, almost as if he's learning what Jisung likes.

And then there's kissing somewhere other than on Jisung's mouth. "You guys together are so hot," Chan says and kisses the inside of Jisung's thigh. "So beautiful." Kiss. "So perfect." Kiss. "Mine."

Jisung can't help but moan at that, breaking the kiss to look down at Chan as he makes his way up Jisung's thigh, kissing and nipping, finally reaching Jisung's balls and gently kissing them as well before he goes down.

Both Changbin and Jisung groan when Chan licks at the place where they're connected, his own fingers deep inside as well. He kisses, openmouthed and messy, all around and over Jisung's entrance and the base of Changbin's cock, adding spit to the mess of fluids mixing inside Jisung. It might be the lewdest thing Jisung's ever experienced but he isn't complaining.

And with three fingers finally semi-comfortable inside, it's inevitable that Chan brushes against Jisung's prostate a few times when he moves, which is making Jisung feel like he's losing control again. The nerves and distraction are running out and the need to have something filling him up to the brim is becoming overwhelming again.

"I'm ready. I'm okay now," he says, nodding his head rapidly for emphasis.

"Are you sure?" Changbin asks, voice rough. He wraps both arms around Jisung's waist again. "There's no rush."

There most definitely is a rush. Jisung has been waiting patiently ever since Chan shared his brilliant idea with the rest of the class oh so long ago.

"I'm sure, let's just," Jisung threads his fingers through Chan's hair and pulls a little to get his mouth away from them and focus. "Let's just try, Chan."

Chan looks at him for a second, lips red and shiny, before he nods and sits back on his knees. He pulls out his fingers, all covered in slick and cum, and wraps that hand around himself, stroking and lubing up his cock, eyes flitting between Jisung and Changbin. "Let me know if something hurts or if you need me to slow down or anything."

Jisung nods and braces himself, hands gripping Changbin's forearms again. Changbin seems to almost literally vibrate behind him.

"Oh my god. Oh my god I can't believe we're both gonna be inside you. This is the best day of my life."

Jisung laughs a little, shakes his head. "What about debuting?"

"Shh, we're doing important work here, Sungie."

Chan smiles fondly at the two of them before he rises on his knees and takes a deep breath before positioning himself.

Honey slow and with all the patience that characterizes him, Chan starts to push in. They all seem to be holding their breaths, but Jisung has to keep inhaling and exhaling unless he wants to pass out. The head of Chan's cock seems like it could never fit, too big, too different from Chan's fingers. But Jisung wills his body to relax, closes his eyes and trusts that it this is meant to happen.

And it does. Like it was never hard at all, Jisung's rim stretches over the base of Changbin's cock and the head of Chan's and immediately his eyes roll to the back of his head, dizzy with too muchness but so good, so so fucking good.

He doesn't realize he's nearly panting until one of Chan's hands comes up on his chest, calming, centering. Jisung opens his eyes and sees Chan blurry for a second, but then he's in focus again, as gorgeous as ever but also looking wrecked like he just ran marathon.

"You good?"

Jisung nods, not trusting his voice right now. He looks over at Changbin who's just as affected, eyes dark and face red.

Chan nods too and catches his breath, taking a moment before trying to push again.

Every single millimeter of Chan's cock is blissful torture, stretching Jisung beyond belief, to the point where he isn't even sure how his body is doing this, but it's also dragging with unbelievable pressure against Jisung's swollen prostate, giving Jisung exactly what he had been craving all day, so perfectly that he could cry.

And to no one's surprise, he does start crying, tears rushing past his waterline and down his face as he moans and gripes, thighs quivering, hands shaking where they hold onto Changbin for dear life, whole body on fire from the inside out, dick back to painful hardness somehow.

"Keep, going, keep going," Jisung manages because he doesn't want Chan to be alarmed by what he sees.

Every second Jisung thinks it's going to end, that Chan is going to bottom out, and every second he is wrong and it just keeps going and going, Chan's cock fucking so many things into Jisung; relief, insanity, Changbin's cum, and so much pleasure.

So Jisung closes his eyes and stops thinking, only feels, body surrendered to sensations.

That's why he doesn't see it coming when Chan suddenly sheathes all the way in and Jisung's insides pulsate as he comes, head rising in shock, cock throbbing and dribbling pathetically against his stomach, his walls clenching painfully trying to milk someone else's release, but Chan and Changbin only moan, their sounds muffled by Jisung's staticky brain as the whole world goes black.

When he comes to, he's still as deliciously full, still sandwiched between his two hyungs, still alive too, somehow.

Floating, shivering with aftershocks, he blinks past his tears and a hand wipes them away. He can't move, but he can hum thankfully so he does. Chan smiles down at him and thumbs at Jisung's cheekbone with affection. He's so close now, balancing on one arm above them.

"You did so well, baby."

Jisung preens, smiling back. The world feels a little lighter, like it does after a really great performance or finishing a song he's been stuck on.

And with that comes some form of clarity that seemed somehow hidden before. Maybe the heat is breaking, maybe tricking his body into thinking it's getting knotted really was what he needed, but he's suddenly a lot more present inside his own mind. He wants to ask Chan and Changbin how they're doing, if they're liking this, if they're not just doing it for Jisung and his previous pestering.

But his body still seems mostly uncooperative, especially his mouth.

"How do you feel?" Changbin asks behind him before he kisses the side of Jisung's face. "Is it what you wanted?"

Jisung nods as best as he can, closing his eyes and humming again. He wants- no, he needs, someone to kiss him right now but he can't say it. So his hums turn into whines and right away there's two sets of lips looking to give him what he wants.

Chan catches Jisung's mouth first, hot and eager. Jisung sighs in relief and then in bliss when Changbin nips down his neck at the same time. He could really get used to this. For the first time since the heat started, he feels thankful for it.

With every slow swipe of the tongue it feels like Chan is re-energizing Jisung. He's able to move his hands, leaving Changbin's forearms for Chan's face and holding him there, kissing him more until he feels like his body isn't entirely useless.

When he pulls away Chan trails down to his jaw, sucking on the skin and definitely leaving marks. Jisung lets his head fall back and to the side, both giving Chan more access and looking back at Changbin. Changbin smiles and kisses Jisung and oh, the flipside feels good too. Jisung could definitely get used to this.

Jisung pulls away and pets Chan's hair. Chan is now leaving marks on Jisung's collarbones. "How does it feel?" he asks, looking at one of them and then the other.

They both look at him, almost surprised Jisung can in fact talk.

"Fuck, it's insane," Changbin tells him. "The most intense shit I've ever felt. I can't even imagine what you're feeling."

Jisung can't really describe it either. All that comes to mind is 'full.'

"You feel incredible, Jisungie. And Changbinnie too. I'm so lucky." Chan nuzzles his face on Jisung's chest and then trails kisses up to his shoulder until he can kiss Changbin over it. Jisung's heart speeds up and he is suddenly so very aware of the two dicks inside him as one, or both of them twitch. Chan groans, so maybe that was him.

"You know, you can... move. If you want."

Chan and Changbin break apart and Chan looks down at him, eyes dark and shiny. "You want me to?"

"Yes? We didn't do all this just to remain frozen the entire time, right?" Maybe Jisung wanted to simulate a knotting but that doesn't mean they can't also take advantage of the position they're in.

"If that's what you want, we can-"

"No. No, I want you to fuck me." Jisung turns to Changbin. "Us?" He looks back at Chan. "Whatever. I want you to."

Chan's shaky exhale reveals how much he's been holding back, specially when he rocks his hips forward, just a little, immediately. "Fuck. Okay."

The first few thrusts are slow, experimental, but Jisung also imagines there isn't a lot of room to get crazy anyway. He tries to imagine what it's like to have your cock right up against someone else's, hot, hard, so wet and tight. It sounds incredible, but Jisung isn't sure he'd trade it for what he has right now.

Changbin curses and squeezes Jisung. By this point Jisung is gonna have two arm-shaped bruises around the small of his waist, but he does feel ridiculously protected like that. "Oh. Oh shit, fuck, that feels so good..."

Chan nods, eyes closed concentration, tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip.

Jisung agrees too. He doesn't feel as insanely horny anymore, something inside him finally tamed, but the renewed friction against his prostate is igniting something again. He doesn't know if he's even physically capable of coming again, but something tells him he will have no choice.

As Chan gets into a- still slow- rhythm, Changbin is steadily melting behind Jisung, moaning softly and grinding up with small movements. Jisung wonders if this is what he sounds like if he were to get fucked. Wonders if Chan's ever fucked him or if Changbin's ever fucked Chan. He then remembers Minho and all he's done with others, and the fact that he wants to add Changbin to the list.

"God... I'm not gonna last," Changbin groans out, arms loosening around Jisung to trail down Jisung's sides.

"What a surprise," Chan says, which it's ironic because his voice is completely fucked out.

"Shut up." Changbin's hands move lower, to Jisung's hips and then in towards his belly, clearly not caring about the cum pooled there, however little there is of it. "Like you're that much be- Oh. Oh, oh my god!" Changbin presses his hands down on Jisung's lower stomach and oh. Oh, Jisung feels it too. He gasps and Chan opens his eyes, looks at Jisung and then at Changbin who keeps pressing. "Hyung, hyung, hyung!"

"What?" Chan asks in alarm and stops moving.

"I can- shit, oh my god- I can feel you. Inside him."

Jisung groans. Chan blinks, trying to follow. He looks like he has half a mind to tell Changbin, 'well, duh, I can feel you too.' but then he looks down between their bodies and sees Changbin's hands and his eyes go wide. Jisung looks too, no matter how embarrassing it is to look at himself under these circumstances.

Chan thrusts in again and watches with intensity as Jisung's belly bulges visibly under Changbin's hands. Chan inhales sharply. Does it again. Again. He balances himself on one arm and with his free hand touches Jisung's belly as well. He outright moans when he presses down on his own dick through Jisung's belly. "Oh my god. Baby. You're... fuck, this is so hot, I think I'm gonna die."

Jisung feels hot all over, from the attention and the fucking and-shit- now Changbin purposefully rubs down, spreading Jisung's cum around as he meets Chan's thrusts from the outside. Jisung moans, walls spasming and soft dick twitching. He brings shaky hands to his own stomach and Changbin grabs them and brings them to the right place. It feels absolutely insane, and to know that this is all because Chan and Changbin are inside him... Jisung might never recover.

Chan keeps fucking into him, fascinated, now all their hands touching Jisung's belly where it bulges; first Jisung's, then Changbin's over his, and Chan's hand on top of theirs. Jisung shivers, overwhelmed. This is so much more intense than he thought a heat could be, but I'm a good way. He feels the edges of himself blur, meld with Chan's and Changbin's in a way that he never has before, like they're just one in perfect harmony and their pleasure is Jisung's too, no matter how intense it is for him.

And he's pretty sure they're feeling the same, with the way they keep moving in sync, kissing and touching and rubbing against each other, scents mixing in a sweet, intoxicating cocktail that's making Jisung question his reality again.

But no. He's here, he's real. They're real.

As real as the nest around them, full of the comforting scents of everyone else. Jisung suddenly and shockingly wishes they were all there, around them, watching and somehow experiencing this with him too.

He opens his eyes, the pictures his imagination had been painting disappearing. Fuck. What was that?

He doesn't have time to ponder over it because Chan bites on his shoulder as he speeds up, movements rocking both Jisung and Changbin. Changbin throws his head back and grunts deep in his throat. "Yes. Yes, hyung." His hands finally move from Jisung's belly and go around Chan, trying to pull him closer. "Fuck our Jisungie."

"Ah, fuck. I wanna come in him so bad." Chan noses down the side of Jisung's neck, kisses his scent gland. Changbin joins him, pressing with his lips, finding Chan's and kissing him too.

"Me too. Want you to make me come in him. Fill him up how he wants to."

Oh fuck. Jisung is going to die. "Yes, please, please!"

Chan plants both hands around them and focuses on rolling his hips, controlled, measured, shallow thrusts that still feel like he's reaching unknown depths inside Jisung.

Changbin's hands return to Jisung's body, feel his trembling thighs, up his sides, cups Jisung's pecs and sensitive nipples. "He's so perfect. So beautiful. So good for us. Always."

Ignoring Jisung's whines, Chan smiles and nods. "Always. What would we do without our Jisungie?"

Jisung is no stranger to compliments but this is an entirely different scenario, one where every word feels branded on him with hot iron.

"We can't, we need him," Changbin continues, one hand staying on Jisung's nipple and the other coming up to his lips, playing with the bottom one before Jisung opens further and takes two fingers into his mouth. "Fuck. Look at him. He makes it so hard not to want to ruin him."

Jisung blinks back tears and does his best attempt at saying "Ruin me," with Changbin's fingers in his mouth. Chan's eyes are unforgiving above him, drinking in every movement, so familiar yet new in the way that he takes Jisung in. Jisung wonders if seeing him tear up will ever not worry Chan.

"We got you," Chan says softly. "We got you, baby."

Changbin nods behind him, slides fingers out of Jisung's mouth and brings his hand down to Jisung's cock and oh. Fuck. When did he get hard again? He squirms in both pleasure and oversensitivity, but Changbin is gentle, hand careful and soft as he spreads Jisung's own spit over his sensitive cockhead. "We do. What do you want, hmm? What does our baby want?"

Jisung keens and reaches one hand behind him to grab at Changbin's hair as the other wraps around Chan's arm. Jisung just wants this. To be their baby. To make them feel good and have them close. To kiss them and be kissed and-

A painful pang suddenly grips Jisung by the throat, cold dread rushing to his every limb with lightning speed. The realization that when this is over he won't have it again, won't have their closeness, their hands touching him like this, their kisses, their love. Jisung knows he's exaggerating, that the hormones are making him sensitive again because Chan and Changbin do love him in their way. They're his friends, his hyungs, his family. And it's not like what they're doing now is real love, even if it feels like it. It's all in Jisung's head, the heat making him crazy and clingy. But the idea that all of this will be taken away when his heat is over...

Maybe this can be a regular thing for his heats. He's sure Chan would say yes and now Changbin too after this. They can take care of Jisung during his heats and Jisung could also offer to help them during their ruts. It wouldn't be weird, right?

Jisung can't logic himself out of this so easily, though. He still cries more than he means to and clings harder to them. "I want you," he says wetly, turns his head to push his face into Changbin's neck. "I want you. Please, I want you both so much."

Jisung gets one of Changbin's arms around his middle again, secure, safe. Chan lowers down, so close, forehead to Jisung's, thrusts slowing down just a little. He kisses Jisung's tear-streaked cheeks.

"You have us. You have us," they both say and say and say and Jisung allows himself to believe it. He melts down, letting them take him, hands and lips and words and cocks and everything they want to give him, he'll take it.

He feels it build this time: warm into hot, loose into tense, still into restless. It's more enthralling this way, making time stretch and dilate around him, knowing how the story ends but not knowing exactly when he'll get there or how. He feels himself babbling something as he moans continuously, drool at the corner of his mouth, tears reaching his lips and mixing in before being kissed away.

Changbin keeps stroking him, more firmly now, pulling mewls and wretched little ahs out of Jisung, but his hand is trembling around Jisung's cock now, whole body taut behind him as he endures Chan's thrusts like Jisung does too. "Hnng, hyung-"

Chan nods, hair sticking to his forehead now, shoulders flexing with the effort of keeping himself up and sometimes lowering down to kiss Jisung. "I know, me too." He grunts with another thrust. "But we can hold on, can't we, Binnie? For Jisungie."

Changbin groans but nods. "Wanna make him feel good."

"I want you to come," Jisung breathes out. "I feel good, so good!"

Chan lowers down once again, nose brushing against Jisung's. "It's not just good, baby. We want you to feel so good you have no option but to lose yourself in it. We want you to come so hard you'll think about this forever." Jisung twitches all over, as if electrified, insides fluttering, but Chan doesn't hesitate, doesn't so much as blink as he keeps driving into Jisung, pressing against his prostate, pushing his cock deeper and harder. "We want to ruin you," Thrust. "and keep you," Thrust. "and make you ours." Thrust. Fuck, fuck fuck. "All of us."

Jisung cries out and clenches around them, keeping them in in in, never letting them go, but 'never' ends with Chan's words and kiss to Jisung's forehead and Jisung has to let go, even if this is the end. He comes in Changbin's hand flying over his cock, unable to arch his back from the hold around his waist, hole palpitating uncontrollably around the two cocks filling him up until he feels them burst, first Changbin judging by his unrestrained moans and then Chan tumbling right after, both sets of hips snapping erratically into Jisung as they pump him even fuller, the obscene sounds of cum and slick squelching as they fuck their release in and out of him. It feels like their pleasure gets pressed into Jisung through every layer down to his bones, and the last thing he remembers is pushing both his hands over his lower belly and feeling them there one final time.

The world comes back to Jisung in bits and pieces, but before he can even think of his own name he feels their scents, the warm spice, comforting leather, sweetness and musk and solace all at once and making Jisung feel at home.

He feels them next, still deep in him but now softer and deflated. And so wet, with something running down Jisung's thighs continuously. There's also warmth all around him, hot breathing on his neck and chest, heartbeats on his front and back, hands keeping him close, as if he could escape.

Jisung doesn't know how long he was out but he knows they've stayed inside him regardless and it makes him want to cry with gratitude.

He can't so much as open his eyes yet, though. He tries but everything is difficult and his muscles don't cooperate.

"Shh, it's okay, stay as long as you want to," someone says in his ear. Changbin. He squeezes Jisung a little, kisses his temple.

Chan isn't letting all his weight onto Jisung, clearly, but Jisung kind of wishes he would. Maybe he needs to be compressed into reacting.

Finally, he opens his eyes. Everything is blurry and it makes him dizzy for a second, but bit by bit he makes out Chan's messy hair at the edge of his vision, and then the ceiling and some of his fairy lights. Chan is lying his head on Jisung's chest and stirs to look up when he feels Jisung inhale deeper than before, nervous system waking up.

His smile brings Jisung further into the present. "Hi."

Jisung smiles back and hums in contentment, closing his eyes for a second. Chan kisses them.

"He's awake?" Changbin asks, voice laced with the excitement Jisung knows so well. He squeezes Jisung harder this time and nuzzles into the side of his head. "Jisung-ah! Hi!"

Chan chuckles before he squirms and Jisung remembers that they're very much still inside him. Fuck, he knows how hard it was for Chan last time and that was before everything else they did. He needs to tell him, needs to let him know.

"You-" Jisung gets his voice working, but it's croaky and rough. Changbin and Chan are immediately at attention, worried. Jisung clears his throat. "You can pull out."

"Are you sure, baby? I can stay a bit more if you-"

Jisung shakes his head. Chan has done enough. "I'm okay. Promise."

Chan nods and exhales softly.

"I'm gonna miss this," Changbin says and yeah, Jisung too.

"Me too," Chan agrees. "It was perfect."

Jisung tries and fails not to cry. He doesn't even know how he has tears left, he's pretty sure he's dehydrated.

With a sad smile Chan pulls out anyway, slow and careful. Jisung winces nonetheless and Changbin hisses behind him. Changbin pulls out in the process too, whether on purpose or not, and fuck, Jisung is suddenly so empty. Still full of fluids, though, but comparatively empty. It's not as horrible as it was before, he doesn't feel like the world is ending, it's just unpleasant and a little cold, but he's okay. The heat must have broken for real now.

"Can you stay on top of me a little more?" Jisung asks and Chan agrees easily, draping himself over Jisung but careful not to crush him.

Changbin wiggles behind him. "Yes! Three-racha sandwich." He wraps arms around Chan's back and settles in.

Jisung smiles, lets himself feel surrounded on all sides, like a perfect cocoon of protection only it's made out of the warm bodies of the people he loves. He can even ignore the faint aches here and there.

"What if you let all your weight on me?" Jisung asks, voice muffled by Chan's shoulder.

"Ya!" Changbin intervenes, too loud. "What if you kill the guy on the bottom?"

Jisung huffs out a laugh. "Technically I was the guy on the bottom."

Changbin chuckles and Chan grins and suddenly he lets all his weight on Jisung and shit, it's hard to breathe but it might be worth it. Changbin sputters though, so Chan relents, laughing and pushing himself off to the side.

Jisung moves too, a little, just enough so that Changbin knows it's okay to move him, and he does, carefully rolling Jisung to the side as he slips from behind and gasps, dramatic. He lets his arm under Jisung's head, though, so Jisung gathers all his strength and rolls towards it, curling his body next to Changbin's and laying his head on his perfect chest. It was worth the pain in Jisung's ass and back from moving too fast.

Chan lies on his side behind Jisung, spooning him and covering him completely. Jisung is once again in heaven.

He starts drifting off almost right away, world lulled by the warmth and soft breathing around him.

"Is he falling asleep?"

"I think so."

"Don't let him."

"But he looks so tired!"

"He needs to drink some water. Maybe eat something?"

"You wake him up. He looks so soft."

Heavy sigh. "Jisung? Baby?"

Jisung had heard the whole thing, even though he chooses not to acknowledge it because he doesn't want to.

"Come on, you can sleep soon. Just a little bit of water?"

"We should clean him up too."

"Oh, now you want to wake him up?"

Jisung whines and curls further into himself and into Changbin. He's gonna be fine! It's not like anyone's ever died from not drinking water, is it?

"Jisung. Jisungie." Changbin tries, then pushes Jisung's chin up to face him but Jisung doesn't open his eyes. "Come on." He kisses Jisung, a soft peck on the lips. Jisung's brain seems to like that, some electric signal firing up. He opens one eye. Changbin grins. Kisses him again.

Next thing he knows, he's attacked on both sides by kisses all over his face, until he's definitely awake and now actively fighting them off, giggling. "Okay, okay!"

"Good job!" Changbin swoops down one more time but this time pries Jisung's lips open and licks into him and Jisung groans like a starving man even though he's literally fucked out within an inch of his life.

He pulls away from Jisung and helps him sit up while Chan gets water bottles and a banana. Jisung stares at it doubtfully as Changbin tries to get him to drink water, his whole body feeling like jelly, his ass sore and tender when he sits properly on it.

"You need potassium," Chan tells him and peels the banana for him.

Jisung takes a few sips of water, throat actually relieved. He hadn't noticed how dry it was. "I'm more likely to put that in my ass than in my mouth right now."

Changbin breaks into laughter right away and Chan looks stunned just for a second before he laughs too. Jisung was barely kidding though, so he just presses his lips into a thin smile and drinks more water.

"I love sex-awakened Jisung-ah!" Changbin slaps his shoulder but kisses it right after when Jisung ows. "Sorry."

Jisung wasn't that much of a prude before, was he? They never discussed sex much but he thought that was a general rule between them all, and the topic usually made Jisung shy and flustered but...

"Come on. A bite?" Chan pushes the banana further into Jisung's face and Jisung huffs and takes a bite.

"You know that second verse on the soft rap I was writing?" Changbin starts. "I think I know how to finish it now."

"Yeah?" Chan asks as he feeds Jisung again. "Did it reveal itself to you as you were coming your brains out?"

Jisung almost chokes on his measly bite.

Changbin grins and starts massaging Jisung's thigh absentmindedly. It feels good. "Sometimes it's all the magic one needs."

Jisung swallows before speaking. "Revelation by double penetration."

They cackle together.

"That's what you should name the song."

"Clearly."

It goes on like this, talking about nothing, laughing, teasing, Jisung finishing the banana and a water bottle and Chan and Changbin touching him gently until he feels like a human again.

Despite his whining, though, they still insist on a bath that Chan draws for him and that Changbin carries him to, because Jisung's legs still can't be trusted. They can't all fit in but they stay in the bathroom with him and help him clean up, and by the time they're done Jisung is once again drowsy and ready to pass out.

He doesn't know when one of them cleaned up his nest, leaving the cushions and clothes that were at least semi clean and dry, but when they lay Jisung down again he feels just as comfortable as he did at the beginning of his heat. The nest still feels and smells perfect. Even more so now.

One by one they go to shower, never leaving Jisung alone, but despite his tiredness he can't manage to sleep until they're both back around him, still all naked as the day they were born.

He falls asleep hard and fast, with Changbin's lowered voice saying whatever and Chan's fingers carding through his hair. He doesn't dream, doesn't stir, just lets his body recover as his mind goes peacefully quiet for the first time in a long time.

Chapter End Notes

Can you tell I love 3racha with all my heart? They make me WEAK.

Who do you think will come next? Also is Jisung ever gonna wake up from his nap after THAT?


Hyunjin


Chapter Summary

Hyunjin has an interesting proposition for Jisung and Jisung is closer and closer to an epiphany.

Chapter Notes

Another one bites the dust! Slightly different this time ;) No new tags for this one I think, but one of the old tags I first put finally becomes a reality.

Where are all my hyunsung lovers at!!

Also I updated the chapter count because I have a little something planned muahahaha!

This fic has another parent and it's Northstories i will not stop thanking you for helping me make this fic happen <3


Let me know what you think about this one and thanks for reading! <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Waking up feels more like a dream than falling asleep had. Looking around himself and finding Chan and Changbin there, still naked, so close and warm and beautiful, Jisung breathes a sigh of relief quickly followed by a muffled whine.

He's slightly uncomfortable, ass sore and everything raw and sensitive, but also hungry and still tired. Not a good combo.

His idea to slip out of the nest and get some food gets quickly discarded when he realizes he's wet, slick running down his thighs again. He wants to scream. Wasn't everything enough? He literally had two dicks inside him and his body is impolitely requesting more? God, he doesn't even think he could get anything in there without hurting himself.

His uncomfortable shifting get noticed, of course. Changbin stirs first, face slightly puffy with sleep as he frowns in confusion at Jisung. And it hits Jisung like a bag of bricks; the heat and arousal whirl inside him as soon as he lands eyes on Changbin. He's still hungry and tired, but maybe he could quickly do something about the other stuff while his two hyungs are still here.

"Ji?" Changbin asks, voice laced with sleep.

"Bin," is all Jisung says and it's enough, apparently, the something in his voice desperate enough. Changbin's face shifts, understanding and eagerness taking over immediately.

"Hyung," he shakes Chan's shoulder lightly until Chan wakes up, just as disoriented as Jisung and Changbin had been.

"Uh?"

He nods towards Jisung and Chan also seems to understand immediately.

Which is how Jisung ends up with Chan between his legs, eating him out, swapping the slick all over Jisung's thighs for his saliva as he follows it to the source and gently licks Jisung into madness, halfway between soothing and ravenous.

That's also how Changbin ends up with Jisung's sensitive cock in his mouth, being so careful but so thorough, and the two of them working in tandem like a well-oiled machine specially designed to make Jisung question his own reality.

Coming again for the millionth time isn't the best part, though. The best part comes later, when Chan and Changbin get each other off in front of Jisung, hard and leaking just from having Jisung in their mouths. Changbin gets on top of Chan in a well-practiced move and grabs both their cocks in his hand, fast, rough movements that has them both moaning and panting and Jisung will never get the image out of his head; the second they finally come all over each other, a peek into their dynamic that he had been missing all this time.

When they're all spent and sticky again, Jisung finally feels awake enough to talk.

"Food?"

It feels good to be back to normal and see the others as well. It had only been a couple of days but Jisung already missed them, and he could admit he might have been missed too.

Felix hugs him tightly when they all meet at the interview site, waiting room accommodated for them with snacks and comfy couches. "I missed you so much Jisungie!"

Jisung hugs him back, inhaling deeply. Felix smells extra warm today. Jisung can see him nearly vibrate with the desire to ask Jisung about his heat but he reels it back in. Jisung hides his smile. He'll talk to Felix later.

Hyunjin hugs him too, briefly, and asks if he should just buy a whole new closet before getting back home. Jisung ignores him in favor of focusing on his scent. He'd said his rut should be soon but Jisung doesn't detect anything particular about his scent. Then again, Jisung isn't sure his skills are that fine tuned.

Innie gives Jisung a friendly shoulder pat and Jisung tries to kiss his cheek but Innie is too fast and sneaky for his own good. He smells so fresh Jisung just wants to bury his face in Innie's hair and stay there for a while.

"Ugh," Minho wrinkles his nose when he approaches Jisung in greeting. "You reek of those two," he nods his head towards Chan and Changbin who are now engaged with Hyunjin in a conversation about a football match.

Jisung grins. "Jealous?"

Minho narrows his eyes at him. "Hmm. Only slightly. You weren't the only one who had fun this weekend."

Jisung gapes. "What? What does that mean?" Did he hook up with someone too? Felix? Hyunjin? Both? Or... gasp, Innie or Seungmin?

Minho smiles and walks away.

"No, hyung!" Jisung makes to follow but at that second someone yanks on his wrist and he stumbles back with a yelp.

He turns to find Seungmin there, hand still clasped around Jisung's wrist and looking at him passively, as if he hadn't just pulled on Jisung as a greeting.

"The door," Seungmin says after a second. "You were standing too close, it might hit you if someone walked in."

And then someone does walk in, the makeup and hair noonas arriving. Jisung watches and sees how maybe the door could have opened on Jisung's foot or something.

"Oh, thank you. Hi, Seungminnie."

Seungmin drops Jisung's hand and gives him a flat smile. "Hi. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, thanks. You?" Seungmin looks the same as usual in general, but perhaps a bit tenser. Maybe he didn't have a good sleep. His scent is slightly dulled but still flowery and pleasing. Jisung wishes he could get a closer sniff but Seungmin doesn't usually seek skinship from Jisung much and he seems off today, so Jisung will respect that.

Except that maybe Seungmin isn't in a bad mood after all. He offers to go first for makeup along with Jisung and sits next to him throughout. He doesn't talk much, and barely engages with Changbin who's trying relentlessly to get Seungmin to sing a duet with him. He just stays there, nearby, even when they finish his makeup a good few minutes before Jisung's is done.

And then when they switch to hair he also sits next to Jisung even though Chan was just about to take that spot.

Seungmin manages to follow Jisung around without making it seem like he is. It may seem casual to outsiders but Jisung knows Seungmin and knows he doesn't usually hang out around Jisung the way he's doing now. Though it's more like he's hovering around Jisung, standing nearby, sitting behind him, scrolling through his phone in his vicinity. Jisung wants to say something about it but he has a feeling he'll be met with a shrug and very few words.

The weirdness doesn't last long because soon they're called on for the interview. They do it together as a group, which is great for Jisung because he's really not up for any solo activities right now, anxiety subdued but not entirely vanished after being so hormonal recently. The staff arranges them in groups for some pictures and then they get to talk about their upcoming tour and award ceremony performances. All very normal, slightly boring.

As they're wrapping up, some of them fool around with the props; soap bubble guns. Chan chats with the interviewer because he's Chan and apparently knows him from something. Managers and staff begin picking up.

"Oh, it's you."

Jisung turns to see the photographer looking at him. He's frowning, nose slightly scrunched up.

"Sorry?" Jisung blinks at him, heart speeding up suddenly. Did he do something? Stepped on a cable or knocked down a light? He's done both in the past.

The man shakes his head and takes a step back. "Nothing, nothing." He fiddles with his camera and mumbles to himself, still perfectly clear to Jisung's ears, though. "Should make them wear scent blockers. Whole studio reeks of omega pheromones."

Before Jisung's brain can even comprehend what was said, someone steps up next to and then straight up in front of him. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Jisung gasps. He hadn't noticed Seungmin was nearby, though he should have guessed since he hasn't left Jisung's side all day.

"Uh-"

The others clearly heard Seungmin's raised voice, the tension palpable all around as the six of them approach. Seungmin shouldn't have cursed, they never curse around strangers or when the possibilities of cameras abound.

Instead of scolding him, though, Chan steps up right next to Seungmin.

"He said-"

"I heard him."

Jisung isn't so much pushed back as he is surrounded by all the members as they advance into the photographer's space. Which is; a) concerning, b) slightly insulting, and c) kinda hot.

"We all heard him," Innie says and Jisung watches as Minho pulls him back, hand over Innie's tense shoulders.

"Woah, woah, it was just a comment no need to make it a big deal," the man says and Jisung can't even properly see his face but he senses the waver in his voice.

"What kind of comment-" Felix is abruptly cut off when the managers approach.

"What's going on?" They sound genuinely concerned, and Jisung's insides squeeze with nerves. This is escalating too quickly. He should say something.

Chan beats him to it. From behind Seungmin's shoulder Jisung sees how Chan suddenly smiles, but there's nothing behind it. It makes Jisung shiver. "Nothing. We were just leaving anyway." Then he puts a hand on the photographer's shoulder and the man jerks like he's about to be hit. Nothing but eerie calmness, though. "Good luck."

Jisung knows what that means.

The next second Chan is turning around and herding them back. Jisung is still confused, reeling, but he doesn't have to think much when Seungmin's hand suddenly clamps around his wrist and pulls him ahead of everyone else.

They make it to the waiting room before the others. Jisung can hear talking outside.

Seungmin lets him go and paces a few times, not making eye-contact, not uttering a word. Jisung isn't stupid, he knows that whatever's going on with him it's more than just anger about what happened, especially since Seungmin is the most level-headed of them all.

"Seungmin," he starts but Seungmin just shakes his head, staring at the floor, a silent plea of 'not now'.

So Jisung shuts his mouth.

A moment later the others return, a silent avalanche of soured scents and upturned faces. Jisung locks eyes with Felix first and Felix's expression changes without missing a beat, offering him a sympathetic smile.

"Let's go, car's outside," their manager says and they all get moving right away. Seungmin crowds against Jisung again despite going to different cars, and only breaks apart when there's no other choice but for him to get in his seat.

So. That was certainly an interesting morning.

Unfortunately for Jisung interesting days mean sleepless nights. He can't stop thinking about what happened, even after having talked to Chan and Changbin about it, even after confirming Chan was gonna make sure that photographer never worked in their industry again (which was a bit of an exaggeration in Jisung's opinion but after Hyunjin asked him to consider what he would want if the man had acted nasty to Chan instead, he didn't argue) and even after a warm shower and dinner with them, he still can't sleep.

He tosses and turns for a while before leaving his room to get some water, the apartment quiet around him. But not completely dark, as soft yellow light pours into the hallway from Hyunjin's slightly ajar door. Jisung grabs a water bottle and approaches, comforted by knowing he's not the only restless one tonight.

"Hi?"

Hyunjin is perched on his desk chair, lamplight on, a knee hugged close to his body as he draws. "Hannie." He smiles softly and puts the pencil down.

Jisung enters and leaves the door just as it was before. He pads over to Hyunjin and takes a look at the drawing. It's a couple hugging. "Pretty."

"Thank you." He looks up at Jisung and it's then Jisung notices the bags under Hyunjin's eyes. It's not the kind you get from just one night of sleeplessness, though. "Couldn't sleep?"

Jisung shakes his head and gets on Hyunjin's bed, knowing he'd be scolded in any other circumstance but rules are different at three am.

Hyunjin takes his time putting his art supplies back in place before he climbs in bed too. His scent is soft and subdued now, which makes Jisung feel calm too. They don't touch, just lie next to each other staring at the ceiling.

"Is it because of what happened today?" Hyunjin finally asks.

Jisung shrugs, leans his head to the side. "It's not not because of it."

"I get it. I kept thinking about it too. I'm sorry that happened."

"Do you think I should wear scent blockers?"

Hyunjin rises on his elbows and a hand shoots to grab at Jisung's arm. "What? No. Hannie, no. You can't let this affect you. It wasn't your fault."

Jisung shrugs again. He knows that in theory. In practice, everything could have been avoided if no one could tell he was an omega. And things like that will just keep happening because this industry and the world of entertainment in general is mostly made up of alphas. It's not fair, it's not a hard and fast rule, but it's the reality. Things aren't really made with omegas in mind. Everything would go a lot smoother if he can blend in with the alphas, which luckily may not be so difficult to do. Some scent blockers and no one else would be the wiser.

Hyunjin rolls onto his side then, hand moving from Jisung's arm to his waist as he pulls himself closer and lays his head on Jisung's shoulder. Hyunjin isn't usually physically affectionate, but then again, rules are different at three am. "You can if you want. I just think you shouldn't have to. And you don't have to. People won't always be that stupid. And you got us."

"Yeah but you shouldn't have to protect me. Any of you." He lets his leftover anger slip onto his voice. "I'm not defenseless just because-"

"I know. We know. But it's not about that, it's about protecting our own. You'd do the same for us." Jisung gives him an incredulous look and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Okay fine maybe there was some alpha tomfoolery. You're surrounded, though. You're gonna have to be patient with us."

Us. That leads Jisung to his second worry of the day.

And by the looks of it Hyunjin's thinking the same thing. "He's basically presented, hasn't he?"

Hyunjin nods minutely. "I think so. He was so moody the entire time I was there. Would lock himself in his room, go out by himself, not telling anyone where he was going... he might already know he's an alpha but we don't have any confirmation. He doesn't wanna talk about it."

Jisung's heart squeezes. He was too preoccupied with his heat to notice what else might be going on around him. Seungmin's clearly not fine. "What about you?" Jisung asks, extending his arm for Hyunjin to settle into Jisung's side more, head on his chest and legs intertwined. He missed Hyunjin's scent, missed talking to him and just having him around as another presence in the apartment.

"What about me?"

Jisung moves the sentences around in his head. How are you? Are you feeling well? What's been going on with you?

And then he remembers something.

"Your rut," he says, startling Hyunjin. "Wasn't it supposed to start soon?"

Hyunjin relaxes back down into Jisung. "Ah. Yeah, in theory but it's not always super exact. Plus, I've been stressed and I think it's affecting it."

Jisung threads his fingers through Hyunjin's soft strands, brushes them back. "Why? It's not like we have a comeback soon and a thousand schedules and three new dances to practice plus recording and that fanmeet and-"

Hyunjin's laughter cuts him off. "I know, I know." He pulls Jisung closer. "It's more about the songwriting, though."

"Oh?" Hyunjin's been writing more songs, both by himself and with Chan.

"I'm not super confident. I know it's stupid but I feel like I'm gonna be compared to your songs. Yours and the hyungs'. I know what you're gonna say, though, so it's fine. I'm gonna be fine. I just need more practice and to get better at it."

Instead of saying what he was gonna say, which he knows Hyunjin knows (you're just as talented, you do your own thing, you've gotten so much better already, no one thinks we should be compared, etc, etc) Jisung rolls to the side and wraps his arms around Hyunjin. Hyunjin hums and nuzzles into Jisung's neck.

"I missed your scent, Hannie."

"Yeah? You like it?"

Hyunjin nods. "It's so sweet. I could eat you up."

Jisung snorts and cuddles closer. He likes teasing Hyunjin, likes the banter they usually have and how they can make things fun and simple between them.

But he also likes him like this, with the lights dimmed and their vulnerability at the surface. At three am.

Jisung is already feeling a lot sleepier, inhaling softly over the top of Hyunjin's head. He hopes Hyunjin can fall asleep like this too.

"Hannie?" Hyunjin whispers and Jisung's consciousness returns just a bit.

"Hmm?"

A beat. "Nothing, it's okay. I'll tell you tomorrow."

That sounds good to Jisung because sleep is coming and it'd be rude to kick it out.

So he sleeps.

.

Jisung wakes up with a mouthful of hair and Hyunjin's long limbs all over the place. It's late, probably later than is ideal, but he doesn't have anything to do this morning, and apparently neither does Hyunjin.

He stirs and yawns, realizing Jisung is there. "Oh. Right. Good morning."

"Mornin," Jisung mumbles and rolls onto his back to stretch. It might not have been the best sleep of his life but it was better than average.

They laze around the bed for a long time, just trying to wake up fully. He and Hyunjin are not good for each other when it comes to waking up.

Jisung loves how Hyunjin smells in the morning, though. Like a dewy strawberry garden.

"You're staring," Hyunjin tells him.

Jisung blinks, realizing Hyunjin's right. "Sorry. I just..." Hyunjin's eye bags are better, his face slightly puffy. "I was remembering you were gonna tell me something last night."

Hyunjin smiles a little. "It was nothing."

"No, tell me. It seemed important."

Hyunjin shakes his head. "Everything seems important when you're sleep deprived."

Jisung considers this. "True. Hey, that's a good song lyric."

Hyunjin's eyes widen a little. "You're right."

He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a small notebook and pen. He writes down the words.

"So. What was it?"

Hyunjin sighs, putting the notebook aside. "It's embarrassing."

Jisung grins. "Oh. Now you have to tell me."

"I don't have to tell you anything, weirdo. Let's go get coffee." Hyunjin moves to get off the bed but Jisung pulls him back in.

"No, no! Come on, it's me!"

"Exactly. It's you. Forget it, forget it."

Jisung clings to Hyunjin's sleeve. "Please!"

Hyunjin stares for a moment and Jisung pouts, big and exaggerated.

"Get out of my room."

Jisung laughs. "No, Hyunjinnie, please, please, tell me!"

Hyunjin flops back into bed. He looks like a fish "It's so embarrassing!"

"More embarrassing than me crying seven fucking times during my heat with the hyungs?"

The silence is deafening. Jisung didn't know he was gonna say that.

Hyunjin's eyes widen and he claps a hand over his mouth. "Hyungs? You were with both of them?!"

Jisung feels his face heat up, the memories still very fresh. "I- yeah. Apparently backup was needed."

Hyunjin snorts but then continues to stare in awe. "Oh my god. Aw, but it's okay to cry, Hannie. I imagine it was a lot."

"Yeah, well, I did a lot of embarrassing stuff. So whatever you're gonna say can't be worse than that."

"Like what?" Jisung narrows his eyes at him. "Might make me feel better if you tell me..."

Yeah like Jisung doesn't know him. "You just wanna know for gossip reasons."

"For my own selfish reasons! I'm not gonna tell anyone if you don't want me to."

Jisung shrugs. "Eh. I was probably gonna tell Lix anyway, and Minho hyung always finds out about everything. And Innie knows I'll tell him anything if he just lets me hug him.

Hyunjin snorts. "And Seungminnie?"

"Seungmin probably doesn't care. Or maybe now he does? I don't know."

"So..." Hynjin flops onto his belly and stares at Jisung. "What embarrassing things did you do?"

"You're enjoying this far too much." Jisung tries to think about embarrassing moments that don't involve him questioning his own reality and relationships and ridiculous amount of feelings. "Uh... like... crying. As I said. Being an inexperienced fool."

"But give me details! Also, is Changbin hyung an absolute baby in bed or what?"

Jisung laughs. "I don't know, I think it might be different when no one's in heat or rut. But I, uh... I kept asking them to knot me even when I knew they couldn't. There's an embarrassing detail for you."

Jisung's cheeks burn, but he knows he told Hyunjin something good by the way his eyes shine. "Oh my god. That's not embarrassing! That's... hot? Okay maybe a little embarrassing if I put myself on your shoes."

Jisung groans. "Ugh, see? Now you tell me your thing!" Maybe Jisung can use this as leverage to ask more about Hyunjin, Felix, Minho time.

Hyunjin buries his face in his hands and wiggles from side to side dramatically. "This was a bad idea."

"No, come on! Now you have to tell me! What can be more embarrassing than being so pathetically whiny that your two hyungs have to fuck you at the same time so you shut up?"

Hyunjin rises his head and gasps. "Both? At the same time? So you- you-"

Jisung nods, bashful smile on his face. "Yep..."

Hyunjin stares some more, mouth agape. Then he laughs. "Oh my God! Minho hyung is gonna be so jealous! Hell, I'm jealous."

Jisung slaps his shoulder lightly. "Stop!" Jisung is suddenly flooded with the memory of all of them talking about dick sizes during a drunken night and if Hyunjin is to be believed, well...maybe Jisung would have had a harder time if Hyunjin had been in the mix.

But..."Wait. Do you mean... Jealous of me?"

Hyunjin's lack of answer and reddened face is all the answer Jisung needs.

"I mean... I'd be lying if I said it's not of both parties. Or all three parties, I guess. Fuck, I can't believe you did that."

"So does that mean you... When you and Minho, or you and Felix-"

"I should have known hyung would tell you. But, um... I've only ever topped. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about, actually."

"Finally." Jisung blinks, the words sinking in. "Uh what?"

"I wanna try bottoming."

Jisung blinks "With me?" He knows the incredulity in his tone doesn't do him any favors but... What?

"Yeah you, Han Jisung!"

That doesn't make much sense. "Why not ask Minho hyung? I'm sure he'll be thrilled if you come to him."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, too thrilled. Hyung's great, but he's intimidating and cocky since I basically learned everything with him."

Okay Jisung needs that story another time.

"What about Lix? He was great my first time."

Hyunjin's eyes fill with so much tenderness. "That's incredibly cute and I need to see you and Felix making out like... Yesterday." That doesn't sound half bad, actually. He and Fekix kissing... Hyunjin on the side watching... "But why are you trying to make me choose someone else? Do you not want to? I mean, that's fair if you don't."

Jisung knows an opportunity when he sees one. "No, no. I mean, I hadn't thought about it before this second. I just... Don't get why you want to do it with me. I have literally zero experience there."

"Exactly! No pressure if I suck. And since you haven't done it either we can fuck up without it being a big deal. I just thought it could be like a win-win situation."

Jisung wants to tell Hyunjin that it's very unlikely that he's gonna suck at bottoming. First of all bottoming hasn't seemed particularly hard in Jisung's opinion but second, Hyunjin is good at everything. He thinks that may be a weird thing to say. Though, not weirder than what they're discussing

And in all truthfulness, Jisung has been curious about topping. It's certainly not his first instinct but he would like to try.

And who would say no to Hyunjin, literally the most beautiful man on earth.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah okay. You know what okay means, right?"

Hyunjin huffs and flicks Jisung's forehead. "We haven't even done anything and you're already being a brat."

Jisung thinks of the others telling him some variation of that. "Yeah, reviews are in and apparently that's what I am."

"Aw babyboy, we been knew. That's not a surprise in any way shape or form." He pinches Jisung's cheek.

Jisung slaps his hand away, feeling heat rush to his face. "Oh my god, shut the fuck up."

Hyunjin beams. "You're blushing! You like it when I call you babyboy?"

Jisung hates the way Hyunjin smirks but he hates himself more for liking it "When I find out what you like I'm going to make your life hell." He stares at Hyunjin thoughtfully. "Having your hair pulled?"

Hyunjin hums. "Good guess, but no. That's Lix."

Oh. Felix with his long hair. Someone's hand fisting it. Pulling it back. Him moaning deep and loud. "Damn. I wish I'd known."

"Don't worry you'll have more opportunities."

Jisung hopes so. He'll also like to redo his time with Minho, the thinks he could do some things better now. "You think?"

"Of course. Felix is crazy about you. I can't tell you how many times he's talked about you while we're doing stuff."

Jisung gapes. "What."

Hyunjin's eyes widen slightly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. It's not like we're some sort of deviants who discuss you during sex constantly."

Jisung is getting so many mixed signals. But the thought of the others talking about him, even just thinking about him during sex...

Knock knock.

"Jinnie, is Sungie in there with you?"

It's Chan. Jisung can see two shadows under the door, though.

"Yeah!" They both answer at the same time.

"Good. Sorry. We just didn't know where he was."

"Hi Jisung," Changbin calls out too.

Jisung rolls his eyes. It's not that late in the day. Maybe Jisung went out to the gym or to walk around or had an appointment he didn't tell anyone about. He could do those things. He might. Someday. "Hi, dads."

Chan chuckles and they leave.

"Hey, don't call them dads, they were literally inside you."

Jisung doesn't know whether to laugh, cover his face, or agree. "You're the one making it weird! God!"

Hyunjin holds his chin on his hands and kicks his legs back and forth. "Okay now dish, how's Seo Changbin really like in bed?"

Jisung could actually rant about that or write a whole article. "You should ask him yourself. Or ask him to show you, I don't know. You know he'd accept in a heartbeat, right? Actually, maybe you shouldn't start. I don't know if I'm ready to hear all that may come out of that."

Hyunjin shrugs, like he isn't quite sure. "I don't want to make things weird with him, though. I know he teases a lot, doesn't mean he really wants to do more."

That's so stupid, Changbin might actually sell the rest of them for a kiss from Hyunjin but Hyunjin is clearly not ready to hear that. "Minho hyung teases you a lot too."

"And Minho hyung actually came up to me and told me he wanted my dick in his mouth, so."

Jisung chokes on his own spit. "Oh my god, he did what?"

Hyunjin waves his hand. "We were a little drunk. It was appropriate at the time."

Jisung can't even... What the fuck. Where was he during this? "I can't believe I didn't know about any of this. You're all fake friends and I'll never forgive you."

Hyunjin giggles and throws himself over Jisung's stomach, hard. "Ah Hannie! Don't be like that. We didn't know what you wanted. At one point we even had to wonder if you were into girls. We dismissed that pretty quickly, though."

Hyunjin receives a pillow to the face. "Gah! Sorry, sorry, I meant to say... everyone goes at their own rhythm and that's fine."

Wise. Still not what Jisung wants to hear.

"But if you let us, I'm sure we can all make it up to you."

Jisung's brain screeches to a halt. All. Chan's words echo in his brain. 'All of us.'

"Uh..." he shakes his head and the thought flies out of his ear and through the window. "So, when do you wanna-"

Hyunjin shakes his head, not meeting his eye. "Not today. I need to mentally prepare. But soon? Maybe if we can get the hyungs out of the house..."

"That seems possible."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Pause.

"Do you wanna get breakfast?"

"Do you wanna bully Changbinnie into buying us breakfast?"

"Definitely."

They don't speak about it again, which at first felt a little strange to Jisung because maybe he dreamed the whole thing, but he tries to be understanding; not everyone is ready to jump into his nest at the first sign of interest and that's okay too. Even if Jisung has started thinking about his conversation with Hyunjin more and more each day and he has begun building up the whole thing in his head. What would it be like to kiss Hyunjin? Would he be soft and romantic or more rough and passionate? Would he like it if Jisung fingered him open or do it himself? Would he let him? Jisung had never done that but at this point he is pretty much okay with not knowing things. No one else had seemed to care that he's inexperienced.

Hyunjin would come to him when he's ready.

Meanwhile Jisung is happy to get to a normal routine. Or as normal as it can be when you have to produce, write, record, and perform music at a near constant pace.

The regular schedules and working hours also give Jisung the time to talk to Felix about everything that had gone down both with Minho and with Changbin and Chan.

Lixie &Ч


i cant believe this

i am so happy for you

also a lil jealous ngl lmao

hyunjin said the same thing lol

ofc he did

it's not like you guys can't get everything you want anyway lol

Maybe

I almost kissed chris once lmao

fr???

yeah but I was a bit too young and I think he freaked out

do you wanna?

kiss him, i mean?

maybe?

tbh i wanna kiss you all

you're all so pretty and hot and nice and i feel really close to everyone


Jisung can, weirdly, understand that. Not just because he has been expecting that from Felix, but because he really genuinely understands.

Lixie &Ч


maybe you can kiss us all

eventually

the dream!

speaking of everyone

how's seungmin?

Uh, well, not too bad. Still a bit moody. But he's acting normal so maybe he's feeling better?


Seungmin had indeed been acting normal. Ever since that day at the photoshoot he pretended like nothing had happened and had been his usual self, perhaps just a bit more serious.

Lixie &Ч


But he doesn't smell different or anything. So maybe it was false alarm after all?

yeah, maybe.

Now tell me again everything that happened in your heat. From the top.

No way, scroll up and reread it

hmm

Maybe I will

But also I am upset

what? why.

because now that you've had two dicks at once how are the rest of us mortals ever gonna measure up? ьч

omg stfu

ьч


Jisung laughs and puts his phone down. He can't believe it's been a whole two weeks since that day. Sometimes things come back to him in flashes like a dream or hallucination but he knows it happened which is... Still surreal. And hot. It was ridiculously hot. Sometimes he wonders if that was really him, cause he usually doesn't consider himself a very sexual person.

He was in heat, though. It made him do crazy things.

Aaaand he's hard.

To be fair he hasn't gotten off ever since that day. He kind of wanted to the next day but without the heat hormones buzzing he was seriously sore and honestly annoyed at having to give into the whims of his body. And then his regular life took over.

But now would kind of be the perfect moment. There's no one home, everyone going out to spend their free afternoon however they want and as usual what Jisung wants involves his TV and bed.

So he doesn't feel weird about exhaling loudly when he slips his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants.

Something feels off, though and he quickly realizes it's because he is not in his nest. Not that he needs to be there to get off but... if he can be surrounded by everyone's scents, why wouldn't he?

He slips down to his nest and immediately shivers. This is so much better.

Images take over his mind, from the heat day, from his evening with Minho, his morning with Felix... They mix together in a swirl of horniness that Jisung can't keep track of, everything having happened so close together. He pulls his sweatpants down enough to grasp himself fully and groans at the feeling, wetness gathering further down too. The more he lets his mind roam free, the worse it gets. He can hear their voices, see their fucked-out expressions, feel the way they filled him up.

And then his mind starts stretching, melty from overheating, probably. He's thinking about Hyunjin, the way his lips seem to be made for kissing and maybe other stuff. His neck stretched out, panting, looking at Jisung with heated eyes.

"Fuck," Jisung whispers to himself.

And the mental gymnastics continue as he now pictures Innie. How did he get into Jisung's fantasy all of the sudden?

Jisung is too turned on to care. He imagines Innie's hands, long and deft fingers touching Jisung all over, his pretty smile smirking down at Jisung, finally allowing him to kiss him.

Jisung reaches down with his other hand and slips two fingers into his leaking hole and has to hold back a moan. It's so much better to touch himself like this than what he used to do.

Lost in his own head, Jisung feels close, heat burning him up from the inside starting at his head where all of this is coming from. He goes over the entire roaster again, each member, unique and wonderful and so hot. Seungmin pops into his mind at last, the way he was being protective of Jisung the other day, putting his body in front of him, keeping him close, yanking him by the wrist...

"Jisung? I'm bored-" the sudden sentence is cut short with a scream and Jisung jumps so hard he bumps his head on the foot of the bed and rolls to the side, trying to cover his dick.

Hyunjin is at his door, still shocked and staring, eyes wide. "What are you doing?!"

Jisung feels hot all over, leftover arousal mixing with embarrassment and some anger as well. "What the fuck does it look like?!"

"I'm sorry! I-"

"You've been home this whole time?!" Oh god Jisung could have been heard, but he guesses that's not worse than getting outright walked in on.

"Yeah! You thought I was out?"

"Yes! I thought you left with Chan and Changbin!"

"No, I was in my room! You've been jerking off this entire time?!" He glances down briefly, not discreetly, but Jisung has a bunch of stray clothes clutched his his hands and covering his entire crotch.

"No! I just started and- Why are we talking about this?!"

Hyunjin shakes his head as if snapping himself out of it. "Sorry! Sorry, I'll just-" he turns and holds onto the door. Just when Jisung thinks this is going to be over, Hyunjin turns back. "Though, maybe..." he eyes Jisung up and down and Jisung is ready to snap at him. "Do you wanna...?"

Jisung's circuits buzz and cross themselves. He blinks at Hyunjin, trying to make sure he's understanding correctly. "N-now?"

"I mean... might as well?"

Jisung snorts. "Might as well since my dick is already out?"

Hyunjin hides his amusement. "I know how much of a hassle it can be to take it out." They both huff a laugh, tension gone. "I'm sorry. I should have knocked. It's okay if you don't want to. We can do it another time."

"No, no..." Jisung might still be mortified but if Hyunjin is ready and propositioning him... "Come here."

Hyunjin seems relieved, shoulders relaxing. He closes the door behind himself before he glances down at his own body. "Ugh, this is not what I wanted to wear for this."

Jisung rolls his eyes and then he rolls onto his back again, and some of the clothes he'd been holding to cover himself decide to hang in there which leaves him with one of Changbin's pillowcases hanging off his still hard dick like some kind of lewd flag. "And do you think this is what I wanted to wear?"

Hyunjin laughs this time and approaches Jisung's nest slowly before kneeling down and making his way closer to Jisung. Jisung sits up, anticipation now stirring in his gut because holy shit Hyunjin is here and he wants Jisung to-

"Might as well take it all off, then." Hyunjin reaches Jisung's leg and pulls on his sweatpants.

Wether he meant for that to be sexy or not, Jisung's stomach swoops nonetheless. He leans back and lets Hyunjin take his sweatpants off completely as he removes the pillowcase too. He tries not to feel too shy but it's difficult when he's suddenly half naked and embarrassingly hard.

Hyunjin's eyes seem to eat him up bit by bit, from his thighs all the way up to his face. Jisung exhales shakily.

"You too."

Hyunjin removes his shirt and instead of throwing it away like Jisung thought he might, he gives it to Jisung. Jisung sits up and takes it. He smiles. He wishes he could have had a bit more warning to prepare his nest for Hyunjin but this is still nice. Jisung puts the t-shirt right behind him over the pillow he'd been resting in.

They look at each other for a brief second before they make quick work of the rest of their own clothes until they're both fully naked and... man...

Jisung groans in fake annoyance, though it's not all that fake. "Did you have to be so big?"

Hyunjin does blush a little then. "Shut up, who cares?"

Jisung definitely cares. Not because he needs to be bigger than Hyunjin or anything- though some small part of him can't lie and say that wouldn't be nice- but because he kind of wants to know what Hyunjin's long and perfectly curved cock would feel inside him. But they can do that another time, if Hyunjin's game.

With nothing else to do but get close to each other, they stop for a second, Jisung sitting and Hyunjin kneeling, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Jisung surprisingly finds it in himself to do it. "Scent me?"

Hyunjin smiles and nods, approaching. He kneels next to Jisung and grabs his hands first, bringing Jisung's wrists up to his face, one at the time, kissing them, and then rubbing them on his neck right over his scent gland. Jisung exhales, relaxes, feels warmer already, more at ease. He offers his neck next and Hyunjin dives in, rubbing his face and nose over Jisung's scent gland. Hyunjin's sweet and sour, mouthwatering scent fills his nostrils and he wants to be buried in it, smell like Hyunjin until everybody can tell what they've been up to.

They finish scenting each other. "You ever thought you'd kiss me?"

Hyunjin smiles gently. "To be honest? For a long time no. And then for a long time yes."

Jisung can understand that. Young him couldn't have imagined that present him would be in this position. "So it balances out to a maybe?"

Hyunjin swings a leg over one of Jisung's thighs. He's warm and gorgeous, long hair loose, miles of skin ready to be touched. "No. It balances out to a yes because here I am, doing it."

And then he kisses Jisung.

It's so soft, so gentle, for a moment the only thing telling Jisung they're kissing is the way his insides flutter as Hyunjin gets so, so close. His hands find Jisung's face, cupping it carefully as their lips brush. Hyunjin's lips already deserved awards, but now that Jisung know what it's like to have them against his own lips... yeah, maybe he should write a song about them.

Jisung lets Hyunjin lead completely, both because of his lack of experience and because he wants to see what Hyunjin is like. In a way it feels nice to be doing stuff out of heat, he feels more in control even if the tradeoff is not being as crazy sensitive and desperate.

He's still a hell of a lot desperate, though, and he opens his mouth for Hyunjin before Hyunjin tries anything. He makes a soft sound, though, and gently licks into Jisung's mouth, making Jisung whine.

Hyunjin takes his time, kissing Jisung slowly and thoughtfully, as if exploring every inch of Jisung's mouth was his sole mission. Maybe it is. Jisung is so dumfounded for the first minute that he doesn't realize his hands are uselessly sitting there and not touching Hyunjin when they could be. He rectifies, tracing his hands from Hyunjin's forearms up along his arms, shoulders, and then back, feels the way Hyunjin shivers and gets goosebumps all over.

It's the first time he feels like he's properly making out just for the sake of making out even if they're naked and there's clearly more on the horizon. Before, kissing had been part of everything else, something inevitable, a magnetic pull. Now Hyunjin makes him feel as though this is the first course to enjoy and the rest will come later on.

Jisung tries to follow, copy Hyunjin's moves, like sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue all over it, pulling back slightly to just peck each other's lips for a few seconds before they open for each other again. Kissing the corner of his mouth, really properly sliding their tongues together, feeling the roof of his mouth... It's wet but not too sloppy as Hyunjin is in full control, every move perfectly executed.

Jisung is both shocked and so helpless, trapped between wanting to keep going and the desperate need to get more because his cock is leaking freely now, precum sliding all the way down his shaft and sack, almost joining his slick further below.

He finally pulls back, slightly, enough to catch his breath, and he really needs to because Hyunjin kissed it all away. "You- you always-" words are hard, maybe Hyunjin kissed those out of him too? He clears his throat and Hyunjin is looking at him through half-lidded eyes. "You always kiss like this or are you trying to show off?"

Hyunjin's chest rumbles with silent laughter. "I like kissing."

Jisung can tell. He's infuriatingly good at it. Jisung's dizzy.

He gets even dizzier when Hyunjin pushes him back to lie down and follows him, on his hands and knees above Jisung, knee dangerously close to Jisung's sensitive bits. He kisses Jisung again, just as deep but slightly faster, not as careful. Jisung appreciates it immediately, groaning into it and letting Hyunjin devour him the way he wants to.

But it's getting increasingly hard because Jisung is not getting any softer and there's absolutely no contact other than their mouths and hands, Hyunjin holding himself up with one and tilting Jisung's face the way he wants him with the other, and Jisung tracing up Hyunjin's arms, back, and neck, anywhere he can reach.

He whines a little first, squirms when Hyunjin sucks on his tongue next. It gets him nothing. He tries again and then by the third time he pulls back, a wet trail connecting their lips. "Hyunjin..."

"Yeah?" Jisung at least is glad his voice is fucked too.

"I'm going insane here," he arcs his back a little to show what he means. "Is this what you do with Felix and Minho hyung?"

Hyunjin chuckles. "Not usually. We don't tend to have a lot of time. And Felix gets antsy and Minho gets murdery." He leans down again and this time kisses Jisung's cheek, jaw, right under his ear. Jisung groans. "Just a little more?"

Jisung whines but nods, mostly because he feels fucking boneless and at this point he would take more kissing over nothing. He pulls Hyunjin down and starts touching him again, marveling at how smooth his skin is, muscles lithe and firm under Jisung's hands. Hyunjin's neck and collarbones feel like well-carved marble, and his chest, however awkward it is to touch it from this position, is perfectly shaped-

Hyunjin gasps, loud and breathy, when Jisung grazes over his nipples. Oh?

Jisung does it again and Hyunjin breaks the kiss before he bites Jisung's bottom lip. Jisung latches on, pinching each nipple between his fingers and watching with wide eyes as Hyunjin drops his mouth open and moans, inches from Jisung's face. Jisung's cock twitches.

"So this is your thing?" he asks quietly, not trying to make fun but, well, this is Hyunjin, he needs to make fun a little.

Hyunjin opens his eyes, cheeks red. "I- uh, I'm sensitive there." Jisung pinches a little harder and grins when Hyunjin can't seem to control the way he arches and moans. "God, you're gonna be insufferable now, aren't you?"

Jisung tries to look innocent. "Maybe we can kiss and touch at the same time?"

Without preamble Hyunjin stretches out his legs and and drapes himself over Jisung, so many points of contact at once that Jisung's nerve endings overload and he feels himself throb as if already on the edge.

"Fuck!" He holds onto Hyunjin's back.

"Fine." Hyunjin pushes their noses together. "Excuse me for building up suspense and preamble."

"Shut up," Jisung says and kisses him again, this time shifting his body to rub up against Hyunjin's, feeling his stupidly large cock against Jisung's hip while Jisung's own is trapped under Hyunjin's thigh.

Hyunjin starts touching him too, hand softly running down Jisung's chest, gripping his waist, caressing his thigh, and then coming back up to his neck and hair. There's so many gentle touches that Jisung doesn't know what to focus on, and meanwhile Hyunjin is still kissing him but decidedly less concentrated, more desperate, and this is where Jisung thrives, he thinks. He reaches down Hyunjin's back to his ass, encouraging movement, eager to feel more of Hyunjin all over him. Hyunjin makes a low sound and then trails off to place small kisses down Jisung's neck.

"You smell so good," he whispers there next to Jisung's scent gland. "So strong and citrusy."

Jisung has a silly thought and giggles. "You and I together are like a fruit salad. Citrus and berries."

Hyunjin snorts and kisses Jisung's pulse point, open-mouthed and wet. "Definitely fruity." And he emphasizes his point by shifting his thigh to the side and running his fingers up Jisung's cock. Jisung chokes on his own spit and digs fingers into Hyunjin's ass. Hyunjin's touch is feather-light, barely there, but maddening. "Hm. So pretty. Are you-" Hyunjin stops for a second, as if unsure whether to say what he wants to say. "Are you wet?"

Jisung decides to show instead of tell and grabs Hyunjin's hand on his dick and brings it down while he hikes up his leg to the side. He pushes Hyunjin's fingers against his leaking rim and they both groan in unison.

"Fuck. Hannie. This is so hot I-" Hyunjin pushes his forehead against Jisung's shoulder and starts circling his entrance. Jisung pulls his own hand back and latches onto Hyunjin's ass again, pulling him down to bring more pressure over himself. "I know I asked for something else but this really makes me want to fuck you."

Jisung gasps and then gasps harder when Hyunjin pushes a finger inside, just to the first knuckle, but Jisung is suddenly unable to stop thinking about Hyunjin's elegant hands, long fingers so capable and-

Maybe they can do both? First Hyunjin fucks him and then...

No, no. Focus, Jisung. If Hyunjin fucks him Jisung is going to lose what little stamina he has and they're going to have to wait for him to get his strength and erection back. They can do that another time, probably.

So before things get too far and Jisung loses the battle, he gathers his force and flips them over, hovering over Hyunjin with a crazed look. "No, we should... Fuck, we should do what you said. If you still want to, that is."

Hyunjin's pupils are large and dark and he looks up at Jisung, gaping for a second. "Yes. Right. I do, I do."

So Jisung takes matters into his own hands this time, kissing and nipping down Hyunjin's body, focusing on his nipples for a moment, awed by the way he reacts with noises and graceful body movements. It almost makes Jisung mad how pretty he is all the time, kinda makes him wanna see Hyunjin wrecked and out of control.

He makes it down to Hyunjin's pelvis, happy trail alive and well since he never shows his stomach. Jisung nuzzles there for a second as he wonders how much of Hyunjin he can take down at once.

Turns out not much. Jisung's experience with Chan and Felix was too short and Hyunjin is too long. Jisung gives it his all though, sinking down and running his tongue all along Hyunjin's shaft.

"Hannie, baby-" Hyunjin groans, fists his hair. "Don't choke and ruin your voice or managers will kill me. You. Us?"

Jisung wants to ignore this and do whatever he wants but he still backs off a little and focuses on massaging the head and frenulum with his lips and tongue. Hyunjin curses and grabs Jisung's head with both hands now, hips jerking slightly here and there, legs twitching. Jisung palms his inner thighs and Hyunjin seems to really like that, making a low sound in his throat. Daringly, Jisung moves his fingers up and down, grips harder, and then slides in closer to the center with just one hand, gauging how Hyunjin takes it and if he's good to do more.

He looks up and finds Hyunjin looking at him, eyes big and soft, pretty mouth agape. Jisung keeps his eyes on him as he presses gently against his taint, like Minho did to him. Hyunjin closes his eyes for a second, exhales, nods. He opens his eyes as Jisung does it again, harder.

Encouraged by this, Jisung continues for a while, still mouthing at Hyunjin's cock but with far less focus. He doesn't know how people do so many things at once but it probably gets better with practice. When he thinks the teasing has been enough, he pulls back to suck a finger into his mouth before circling Hyunjin's rim.

Hyunjin grunts, eyes closing again momentarily. "You can- You can be rougher. I've tried stuff before, just never gone all the way."

In that case, Jisung will step on the gas because his dick hurts and Hyunjin seems ready.

When he pulls back, though, he has to stop another second to look at Hyunjin with a little more distance. Spread out on his nest, chest and cheeks flushed, cock standing to attention and dripping with precum and spit, one-hundred percent absolutely certified ready to be climbed like a tree and sunk onto until Jisung can feel him in his throat.

Focus, Jisung.

He snaps out of it and without thinking spreads his kneeling thighs and reaches down to push two fingers into himself at once. Hyunjin's eyes widen, pushes up into his elbows to get a better look, and Jisung blushes, unaware until now how vulnerable of a position this is. But now that he knows, it's impossible not to perform a little, to open his legs more, sink his fingers in deeper, arch his back a bit. It also feels good, so he lets himself enjoy it for a moment even if the angle is awkward.

"Fuck. You look-"

Before Hyunjin can get all the words out, Jisung pulls out of himself, fingers wet and glistening, and immediately presses them to Hyunjin's rim.

Hyunjin's breathing stutters and he blinks at Jisung twice. "Oh my god. That's so hot, what the fuck?" He pushes his hips down even though Jisung is just spreading his slick around and massaging the area.

"Yeah?" His face burns, relieved that Hyunjin likes it.

"Fuck. Yes. Want you to fuck your slick into me."

The words shoot up inside Jisung like they were injected into his veins, heart speeding up and cock twitching. He gives Hyunjin what he wants and pushes a finger in, still careful just in case. He kind of understands what Minho said about being jealous it's so easy for Jisung to get fucked, because Hyunjin is tight, and this won't be just a couple of minutes of getting ready.

But even though he is desperate, he still takes his time, alternating between adding spit and more slick and every time he does Hyunjin looks like he's battling with himself not to turn the tables and jump on Jisung, which is equal parts amusing and electrifying. Jisung feels like prey every time Hyunjin opens his eyes from being blissed out- which happens a lot, one characteristic quirk he seems to have that Jisung is glad to learn- eyes dark and consuming.

He doesn't think they will have a problem agreeing on trying more things in the future.

With two fingers in, he slows down and tries to rub Hyunjin's prostate gently, but as soon as he does Hyunjin moans and pushes his hips down, hard. "Yes. Again."

Jisung complies, fascinated at every reaction Hyunjin gives him. He likes being on this side too, glad to know it's completely possible to enjoy giving while not receiving at the time, because it makes it easier to believe the others have had a good time when they've been with him.

"More."

When he's basically fucking Hyunjin with his fingers, hard and fast, and Hyunjin keeps moaning and asking for more, Jisung decides to pull back for a moment and add another finger instead, slowing down and not nailing his prostate every single time. Hyunjin groans and relaxes back into the cushions.

"Shit. I always forget how good it feels until I do it again." Hyunjin laughs at himself a little and drags hands down his face.

"Everyone should try it, I think," Jisung says. Just because omegas have an easier time doing it doesn't mean everyone else can't like it. And like it a lot. He'd love to see more members like this, wanting to get fucked. Preferably by other members. And Jisung.

Hyunjin nods and then, as if reading Jisung's mind, smirks. "You know who'd look good bottoming? Bang Chan."

Jisung almost groans at that. "God, yes." Jisung likes to think he's already done it. Maybe with Changbin. With Minho? Who knows.

"He should do it with Jeongin so all my fantasies can come true," Hyunjin says casually.

Jisung stutters, cheeks hot. "J-Jeongin? You have fantasies about him and Chan?" Not that Jisung is completely innocent in the fantasy department with the members but...

Hyunjin looks slightly surprised, as if unsure why he revealed that. "Well... I mean. Can you blame me?"

Jisung can't. He hadn't thought about that particular combination before, but somehow it works? God, just the thought of Innie fucking anyone is core-shaking.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Hyunjin smirks again and Jisung huffs like he wasn't, but he knows Hyunjin can tell. "It's okay, they'd probably think it's hot you think about them."

Jisung isn't so sure. "Even Innie?"

Hyunjin nods. "I know he puts up this wall but I think our maknae is a lot hornier than he looks. He just needs to let loose."

Okay so Jisung knows that Hyunjin hasn't done anything with Innie. "What makes you say that?"

Hyunjin shrugs. It isn't lost on Jisung that they're discussing this while Jisung is still three fingers deep into him, stretching him slowly. "Intuition? Also when I was living over there the whole ambiance was kind of... Tense? And it wasn't just because Felix and Minho were being menaces and cornering me in the kitchen to make out." Jisung inhales sharply. God he would pay to see that. "It kinda seemed to me like Jeongin wanted to watch or something even though he would play it off by saying we were gross and leaving."

That's ...certainly something to think about.

"I don't know, it just feels like both dorms are so sexually charged now. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking," Hyunjin sighs. He looks at Jisung who is just staring at him and taking all this in. "Speaking of which... Don't you think I'm ready?"

Back in reality, Jisung looks down at Hyunjin stretched around his fingers and imagines it's his cock and nearly passes out.

"Yeah, yep, good, okay." He pulls out, suddenly nervous, excited. "Um, how do you wanna-"

Hyunjin sits up and without a warning kisses him, hands cupping Jisung's face tenderly. Jisung's holds into Hyunjin's wrists, slightly surprised, but his shoulders drop and his heart settles a little.

"I'm gonna ride you," he whispers inches from Jisung's mouth. "Yeah?"

Jisung nods, thoughts already melting away. "Yeah. Yeah."

So they shift around until Jisung is back down, head on the pillow with Hyunjin's shirt on it. Hyunjin settles on his knees in between Jisung's legs first, though, and palms his thighs up and down a few times. "Can I taste you?" Fuck. Jisung quivers. "Your scent is driving me crazy, gotta at least know what you taste like if I'm not gonna fuck you today."

"God, shut up, yes you can." Each word made Jisung feel hotter and hotter and he automatically parts his legs wider. He's still considering the possibility of Hyunjin fucking him, but again, he must stay focused.

Hyunjin immediately dives over him face-first, nearly headbuts Jisung on the balls but he stops just short and simply kisses him there. Jisung is gonna have a fucking heart attack with this man.

The next thing he knows Hyunjin's warm wet tongue is licking around his rim and fucking pushing in right away. Hyunjin grunts as he pulls away. "Fuck. So good. So pretty."

Jisung whines, desperation suddenly pushing through the roof at the slightest stimulation. He's waited so long.

Hyunjin slips two fingers inside him just for a second and then uses them to slick up Jisung's cock and Jisung moans like he's being wrecked already. How the hell is he gonna do this?

Hyunjin climbs over him, legs bracketing Jisung's hips and hovering above his pelvis.

"You look good, baby," Jisung says, lighthearted, the way he'd say it if Hyunjin was just trying on a new outfit. And Hyunjin smiles back in the same way.

"You too, baby."

Hyunjin takes a deep breath and starts slowly sinking himself down onto Jisung, the first glide against his rim is torturous and Jisung digs fingernails hard on Hyunjin's thighs. This maybe startles Hyunjin because he falters, sitting off-center on Jisung's cock and making both of them yelp.

"Shit!"

"Dude! You're gonna break my dick!"

"What? You're gonna break my ass!"

They both realize how absurd they sound at the same time and laugh.

"Here, I'll hold it," Jisung says, grabbing the base of his cock.

"No, no, I'll do it." Hyunjin slaps his hand away, luckily not slapping his dick, and grabs it himself, this time lining up with more care.

Jisung lets him and holds steady in anticipation not to make any sudden moves this time. Hyunjin looks like he's in pain for a moment as he tries to get the widest part of Jisung's cockhead through and Jisung is about to say something- like they can prep more or try another position or lube- but then the worst of it seems to be over and Hyunjin gasps when his hole swallows Jisung down steadily until he's flushed to his pelvis.

He's so tight.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." He holds onto Hyunjin's thighs and tries not to move but it's so difficult. He's never felt anything Iike this before, so much pressure, heat, and wetness at once.

"I know," Hyunjin says, eyes closed, bliss etched on his face. His big cock bobs a little when he shifts to adjust and Jisung might need to be careful lest it pokes his eye out or something.

After what feels like an eternity, Jisung starts to overheat, trying to hold steady for Hyunjin's sake but he's shaking, so sensitive and desperate.

When Hyunjin finally opens his eyes and moves, Jisung lets out a debauched moan and grasps his hips. Hyunjin smiles.

He builds a rhythm, slow and steady, just rolling his hips instead of raising on his legs, and Jisung has very little experience and even less know-how, but he just knows that Hyunjin was made to ride. He might be made for many other things too, but this is definitely one of them. He looks unreachable yet so raw and real that it makes Jisung whimper. It's as if Hyunjin is able to convey his own pleasure so well that you feel it even if you're not being touched.

Jisung is very much being touched too, though, so his circuits are overloading. He wants to give Hyunjin even more reasons to feel good, though, even if it kills him. Hands trailing up his waist and ribs, he draws slow circles over Hyunjin's nipples with his thumbs and feels him clench around him.

"Fuck!"

"Ah, Hannie..." He looks down, still gyrating his ridiculous hips. "Are you just trying to make me come faster?"

Jisung whines and shakes his head, once again tries not to buck up. "Excuse me for trying to make it good for you!"

Hyunjin giggles and bends down to join their foreheads together, hands on Jisung's chest. "Okay, make it good for me. Fuck me, babyboy."

Jisung feels his lungs hurt form the way he inhales right before gripping Hyunjin's hips again and holding him there as he fucks up into him. It's needy, it's hectic, it's also loud and so fucking good Jisung could cry.

"Fuck, fuck, yeah, that's perfect," Hyunjin buries his face in Jisung's neck, puffs of breath hitting Jisung's sensitive skin.

"You feel- fuck, so good..." Jisung feels all the pent up energy from having been hard without relief for so long, body buzzing and seeking more, his pace too fast and powerful to be sustainable, but Jisung's never been one to worry about going too hard.

So he fucks Hyunjin until his arms are shaking and his hips falter, wanting to hear more of his melodic moans right on his ear, but when he literally can't any more he turns his head and captures Hyunjin's lips, groaning and whining into the kiss, no longer caring about how distraught he seems, he just needs more.

"Okay, okay," Hyunjin pulls away and straightens back up. "I got you, baby."

This time he doesn't just move in circles or waves, Hyunjin holds himself up on his own thighs and rides Jisung like rent is due, throwing his head back, long neck on display, eyes closed once again as he tries to ruin Jisung's sanity.

And Jisung is unraveling fast. He holds on by sheer will, trying to focus on anything other than the very incredible thing happening above him and on his dick right now, but it's impossible, Hyunjin demands attention and Jisung wants to give it to him.

But really, he should have been scared of Hyunjin because clearly he's the one trying to make Jisung come faster. He fucks himself faster and then starts pinching his own nipples and Jisung's sorry excuse for a brain finally liquifies.

"Hyunjin, I-" He cuts himself off with a moan, feels the wet patch his slick is making underneath him. "I can't- I can't!"

Hyunjin is finally looking disheveled, sweaty and wild as he bounces up and down. He looks at Jisung as though he still might fuck him if he isn't careful, lids heavy, pupils penetrating his mortal flesh. "Touch me. Touch me."

Jisung groans and does, trembling hand around Hyunjin's length, the other bruising Hunjin's hip.

Hyunjin moans so loud Jisung feels it inside his chest, wonders if anyone else in the world can hear them and realize that they are each other's right now.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Jisung thrusts up, meets Hyunjin's movements each time now as he jerks him off and tries not to die.

Hyunjin nods frantically, eyes scrunched up in pleasure, still playing with his own nipples. "Yes, baby, yes!"

Jisung doesn't know who's louder, he just knows Hyunjin comes first because he feels his release hit him on the chest, hot and wet, before he's coming too, hips stuttering to fuck himself deep inside Hyunjin and fill him up, stars and galaxies behind his eyelids as more cum lands on his neck, chin, even his fucking cheek, and it's so hot Jisung's world blacks out immediately.

He opens his eyes to see a different, yet still breathtaking picture. Hyunjin leaned back and holding himself up on Jisung's thighs, breathing hard, long hair plastered to his face and spent cock drooling weakly on his pelvis.

Jisung could come all over again just from the sight.

The second thing he realizes is how wet his face is.

Hyunjin opens his eyes and looks at Jisung for a brief second before he chuckles feebly.

Jisung touches his face and looks at his fingers as if he doesn't know what he's looking at. Hyunjin laughs again, harder this time.

"Holy shit. I'm sorry. I didn't think it would reach your face."

Jisung snorts. "Should have known. Your dick is like half a meter closer to my face than the average dick."

"Shut the fuck up." Hyunjin slaps his chest but hits even more of his cum. "Shit that's... a lot." He looks at Jisung's face again. "I'm sorry, but you look so hot like this, if I'm being honest."

Jisung snorts. He looks at his fingers again and suddenly his intrusive thoughts win and he licks them clean.

Hyunjin inhales sharply. "Hannie!"

Jisung flushes furiously. He didn't know he was gonna do that but he was suddenly deadly curious. "Not... bad?"

They both giggle, light and floaty, even as Hyunjin climbs off Jisung with a hiss and sticks to Jisung's side, grimacing a little. Jisung knows exactly what he's feeling.

Hyunjin grabs an article of clothing and dabs at Jisung's face with it, not exactly gently. Jisung can smell Seungmin in this jumper and then he can smell Hyunjin because he's messily spreading his own cum around instead of cleaning it.

"Yah!" Jisung bats his hand away and finishes the job himself.

Hyunjin smiles as he gets comfortable again. "Minho hyung is gonna kill me if he realizes I'm sore at tomorrow's rehearsal," Hyunjin says and nuzzles Jisung's arm until Jisung opens up for him to tuck himself closer.

"And Changbin is gonna kill me if I do another load of laundry today."

They stay like that for a bit, just breathing the same air and sharing warmth.

"Shower?"

"Kiss me?"

They speak at the same time and then look at each other, surprised.

Jisung groans. He knows he needs to shower sooner rather than later but now he would take more of that intense making out they'd been doing at the beginning.

Hyunjin smiles. "Of course, baby."

They kiss lazily, on their sides facing each other, hands wandering but more soothing than anything else.

After a couple of minutes, though, Jisung has to pull away because he can barely move a muscle on his face without the dry, sticky feeling pulling at his skin. "Oh my god. Shower. Now."

Hyunjin whines. "It was just getting good."

"And I can't move my face."

Hyunjin touches Jisung's cheek and laughs again. "Okay, fine. You smell like cum anyway."

Jisung hits his shoulder. "Whose fault is that?"

Hyunjin pins Jisung's arms down to his sides and rubs his face on Jisung's scent gland. "I'm kidding, I like it. You smell like me. Maybe you shouldn't shower yet."

Jisung struggles against his hold even if he knows Hyunjin is messing around, placing little kisses and making cute sounds against his neck. Still, he doesn't miss the way even this restricting of his movements seems to stir arousal inside him.

"I'm gonna turn into a human mummy if I don't wash off."

"Mummies are always humans. Or were humans, I guess."

Jisung can't be expected to be smart under these circumstances. "Ugh I don't care, come on, the hyungs could come back any second now."

"So?"

Jisung fake gasps. "You just want them to smell you on me!"

Hyunjin's head snaps up and he looks down at Jisung. "And you on me! It's not like I'm jealous or anything!" His face is definitely getting redder. "Like okay I know this looks very alpha-y and territorial but... I like that you were with them. And I like that now I was with you too. I'm glad I decided to do this with you. I like the idea of others knowing too."

Jisung was halfway ready to make fun of him but now he just sinks deeper into the cushions, no longer struggling. His own face feels hot. "I like that you wanted to do it with me, too."

Hyunjin smiles softly. "But if you don't want them to know-"

"No, no. I mean, I don't care. I kinda like the idea of others knowing too." Hyunjin beams and pecks his lips, hold loosening. "But I think they're gonna smell us on each other even after we wash up. And my room reeks of us too. Trust me, they'll know."

Hyunjin nods. "True. Okay, shower. I don't think cum is good for the skin."

Jisung flicks Hyunjin's temple and then kisses him again.

They take a nice shower in which the only eventful moment is Hyunjin going on a tirade about how they should invent a sex toy of some kind that helps you get cum out of your ass.

"I should copyright this."

"You should copyright your face." It was meant as teasing but it somehow sounds too much like a compliment. Hyunjin laughs loudly and dries off his hair like a wet dog.

"Oh my god, we should all copyright our faces!"

They open the bathroom door at the same time as the front door opens and Jisung's insides turn to cold briefly at the thought of being caught, even if he does kind of want to get caught.

Hyunjin shuts up real fast when Chan and Changbin step into the living room and stop in their tracks, eyes on them across the room, cloud of steam still hanging around them.

Changbin is the first to react, smirking and clapping his hands together loudly. "Who wants kimchi fried rice? We brought food!"

It's only then Jisung notices the bags they're carrying.

"God, me, I'm starving," Hyunjin says and walks towards the kitchen, as if he doesn't plan to wear anything else than the towel currently wrapped around his waist.

"I bet you are," Changbin says and races into the kitchen, Hyunjin trailing behind.

Chan and Jisung stare at each other for a moment before they both break into twin smiles.

"You good?" Chan asks because he's Chan.

"I'm great. You?"

Chan nods. "Hungry?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

Jisung does want to put some clothes on, but as he hears the chatter and laughter from the kitchen, he hurries up, not wanting to miss another second.

Chapter End Notes

Here I come again with my silly questions but oh my god we have two to go (technically *evil smirk*) so who do you think it's next? Seungminnie or Innie?

Also who's your favorite, I'm dying to know!

I'm trying to add more plot and details of others as we go along but did you know that poly fics are actually a huge fucking mess? who'd have known!


Seungmin


Chapter Summary

To no one's surprise, Seungmin presents as an alpha, and also to no one's surprise, he's being really stubborn about it. Luckily, Jisung is getting really good at having awkward conversations.

Chapter Notes

Give it up for Seungmin! I know it wasn't much of a surprise, but hopefully this will be a fun chapter! I've been wanting to write it since I first thought of this story. I think these two have so much potential <3

As always thanks to my Jisungie muse Northstories for the beta work and all the hypeing up!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

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Dad

Hey so tomorrow's schedule is canceled

Seungminnie is sick

Baby

oh no

MongMong

Yeah sorry

Bin

Don't apologize it's not your fault

MongMong

I guess

Lix

Do you need anything?

MongMong

Already took some medicine

Gonna head to my parents' tomorrow so I don't get anyone else sick

Cat Hyung

Is it that bad?

MongMong

I think so

Damn, I hope you feel better

MongMong

Thanks


Iyenie has created Temporary group chat


Iyenie has added you


Temporary group chat


What

Lix

omg whose surprise are we preparing?

Iyenie

No one

I just needed to tell you that I think Seungmin hyung is lying.

Dad

What?

Iyenie

I don't think he's sick or going to his parents' at all

Bin

Why would you think that?

Iyenie

You know how we got our phone lines the same day?

Baby

Aw that's so cute

Iyenie

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anyway

Our phone numbers only differ on one digit

And I think he must have given his number wrong when he booked something

Cat Hyung

Booked?

Iyenie

As in

I got a text reminding me of the booking at a "discreet" hotel for tomorrow

A booking I definitely didn't make

Lix

Oh no Seungminnie ьч

Dad

Sighs....

Why wouldn't he tell us?

Cat Hyung

Have you met Kim Seungmin?

This explains all the perfume and showers

Bin

He's probably scent blocking too

Cat Hyung

That's it, I'm gonna kick his ass

Dad

Please don't

Baby

But if you do can I watch? ьэ

Lix

We could just talk to him

I mean if he wants to go he should but he shouldn't feel like he needs to keep his presenting from us.

Iyenie

I think he's trying to handle it all by himself

Dad

Yeah

Maybe let's try talking to him first

Cat Hyung

On it

Dad

Felix, Jeongin, go with Minho

Lix

On it

Iyenie

Lmao

Jisung isn't sure why he's feeling like this. It's not like Seungmin's been the most open and talkative of them all, but knowing he might be going through something big without saying anything to any of them...

It sucks.

Especially because he's always helped others. He does it differently than Chan or Felix, or even Minho; Seungmin is very good at making himself available to listen without you having to ask, or him to offer. And he gives good, grounded advice that always sounds simple but it's a lot more mature than what Jisung himself often has to offer.

Because Seungmin is an old man trapped in the body of an overachieving young person. Young and beautiful and so talented he must have been very good in his past life.

Sometimes Jisung feels like a little kid next to Seungmin, even more than he does next to some of their hyungs. He feels guilty about not being as hardworking, as consistent, as disciplined and organized. He works hard too, a lot of the time, but Seungmin feels professional about it while Jisung himself... well, let's not go there.

But he wants to help Seungmin. He'd help any member who needed it, but he can tell Seungmin is not going to admit he needs it so easily.

Even if it was clear from the way he was grabbing Jisung the other day that he needs something.

And if Jisung hasn't been able to stop thinking about it, that's between him and god. And Felix, because he sent him a message the other day.

Jisung sighs and picks up his phone.

Temporary group chat


Lix

so seungminnie wont open the door

Iyenie

He did admit he presented but he says he's fine

Jisung hates the anxious feeling clawing at him from the inside. He needs to say something, even if Seungmin does jack shit with the information, Jisung wouldn't forgive himself if he just stood idly by.

MongMong ьэ


Seungmin

Hello

Okay I understand you don't wanna talk

I just wanted to say that I hope you're doing okay

And that if you need anything I'm here for you

Like I feel like you know that on some level, we're all here for you

But I do want to emphasize that if you need me in particular for anything

Anything at all

I want to help

So

Yeah

I hope you're feeling okay, you don't have to do this alone

Jisung puts his phone away and sighs. The idea of Seungmin going into rut for the first time in some anonymous hotel room... makes him a bit anxious. As if he was the one going through it. Which he needs to remind himself he isn't. Seungmin can do whatever he feels like doing.

Jisung has just been feeling really close to all of them lately and this is like a painful reminder that maybe he isn't. Which is... fine. Or at least normal. They are groupmates, they make music and perform together and they are like family in some aspects but they really aren't more than that. And it should be okay.

Jisung's brain clearly doesn't agree, but he'll have to get used to it.

Since they don't have schedule tomorrow whether Seungmin had been lying about being sick or not, Jisung can take it easy for the day. Maybe he'll go out and do some shopping to ease his nervous energy. He could go with Hyunjin too-

If Hyunjin wasn't currently all over Chan.

Jisung stops in his tracks on his way to the living room, but the shock only lasts a second because Hyunjin shifts slightly on his spot on the couch and it becomes clear that he and Chan aren't making out. It just looked like that from the perspective Jisung had walked in on.

Why had Jisung gotten so excited, though?

Chan notices him and his face is kind of red. Hmm.

"Sungie..." he says softly.

Hyunjin looks over his shoulder and, huh, he might look a little guilty as well. What the hell?

"We were talking about Seungmin."

"Oh. Do we know anything else? I texted him but he's blatantly ignoring me."

Chan gives him a sad smile. "Don't take it personally. He's doing it to all of us. Well, except Minho because he's there being annoying."

"Minho hyung says to check the chat!" Changbin's voice calls from his room before he steps out. His eyes also linger on Hyunjin and Chan for a second too long and Jisung files this information away for the time being.

Temporary group chat


Lix

So, um

Cat Hyung

This isn't my fault

Iyenie

No one said it was

Cat Hyung

But you're thinking it

Dad

What happened?

Lix

Seungminnie may or may not have gone into rut already

Bin

What

WHAT

Iyenie

No scent blockers can cover THAT

Lix

Perhaps the stress from everyone finding out suddenly...

Cat Hyung

Again, not my fault

Dad

No one is blaming you

Baby

Though you're very good at causing stress

Cat Hyung

Hyunjinnie...

Baby

Lmao I love you hyung 'Ч

What do we do?

Iyenie

We've asked him and he's just telling us to fuck off

Lix

And to not tell Jisung

Whoops?

Cat Hyung

Like he wasn't gonna find out anyway

Wait WHY ME!

ьщ

Lix

You know why, babeьщ


Jisung does know why. Still, it hurts a little. He just wants to help! It's not like he's going to force Seungmin to do anything he doesn't wanna do.

And yet the thought of Seungmin going insane in that room by himself without any comfort tugs at Jisung's heartstrings.

"Should I bring him my nest?" He wonders out loud, still watching the chat.

"What?" Changbin asks. Jisung looks up to see Chan and Hyunjin looking at him too.

"What? If I was him I would want to have something comforting. And you guys like nests too, right?" Jisung hasn't seen many but he's pretty proud of his nests.

Hyunjin turns fully to face him. "Yeah of course, but he's a bit sensitive right now."

Yeah, Jisung is aware. "What's the worst thing that could happen? If he tells me to fuck off I'll just fuck off."

Chan and Changbin share a look but it's not a bad one. In fact, they look sort of intrigued.

"Maybe warn him first, though?" Chan says.

Yeah, okay, Jisung can do that. He needs to prepare some bags of clothes, though. "I'm gonna go through all your hampers."

"Gross," Hyunjin says offhandedly.

"Except yours."

"No! Take mine too please I don't wanna be left out!"

Jisung grins and gets to work.

MongMong ьэ


Seungminnie

Hello again?????

Fine you don't need to answer me

I'm just here to tell you I'm coming over

And I'm bringing my nest with me

Don't

Hey look at that, you can type back!

Jisung, don't come

Why not?

Because I'm fine. I don't need anything.

Look, I'll just build the nest real quick and I'll be on my way if you wanna

You will feel better, promise

I am okay

Then are you still going to the hotel thing?

I don't know

Even if you are I can give you some clothes and things so you'll have something familiar there

Jisung, don't come

Too bad I'm already here.

The apartment indeed has a very heavy, unmistakable scent that hits Jisung in the face as soon as he walks in. Flowers in bloom. Humid summer. Musk and sweetness so cloying Jisung has to shake his head several times to clear his mind.

Felix backhugs him as soon as Jisung turns to remove his shoes. "Seungminnie is gonna be mad we let you in."

"He's been going on and on about how we're all traitors for telling you," Minho adds from the kitchen. He's making a stew of some kind that can barely be smelt in the air through all of Seungmin's scent. It's making Jisung dizzy.

"Okay, that's not dramatic at all." Jisung sets his bags of clothes down and snuggles up to Felix for a moment before Felix lets him go.

Jisung walks by Jeongin's room on the way to Seungmin's and sees Jeongin lying on his bed with his laptop propped up against his thighs, most likely clothes browsing.

"Hyung?" He says and Jisung realizes he stopped by the door and is staring.

"Hi."

Jeongin opens his mouth to speak but just then someone else does. Loudly. "Jisung, stay away!"

Jeongin snorts at Seungmin's voice. "Don't feel bad, he's just-"

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry." Jisung does feel slightly bad, but he reminds himself that it's the rut talking and Seungmin is being unreasonably stubborn. "I'll just go see how he's doing anyway."

Jeongin gives him a sympathetic smile.

Before he even comes up to Seungmin's door, Jisung can already hear him pacing inside, relentless. He listens for a moment, but the most notable thing is how sour and irritable it smells from up close. Seungmin is clearly not having a good time, no matter what he says.

"Seungmin?" Jisung doesn't knock, knows it's useless anyway. "Surprise, it's me!"

Silence.

Clearly his humor is not going to be appreciated here.

"I brought some clothes. If you open up I can-"

"No."

Okay. Progress.

"I'll leave right after if you want me to. Or I can just leave the bags out here."

Jisung waits patiently. The pacing stops. The scent increases, closer, but just as soured. Jisung's chest tightens.

"I told you not to come," Seungmin's words come, so close to the door.

"Well, I wanted to come."

Seungmin huffs. "Why?"

Why? That's such a stupid question. And Jisung knows Seungmin isn't stupid. He sounds more irritable than Jisung's ever heard him, even after sleep deprivation, exhaustion, too little food, too much practice... Seungmin barely shows how affected he is, and when he does, the others know not to bother him.

But Jisung's going to be a bother.

"Because! I'm your friend and I can help!"

Seungmin's quiet for a second. "I don't need help! I've got everything handled!"

Jisung wonders if he looks as strained and tight-wound as he sounds. If his hair is messy, usually managing to pull off looking cute instead of a disaster when it does. If he's sweating, getting rid of clothes as he gets hotter and hotter. If he's tried to get some relief by himself-

Okay. Enough.

"Clearly. You sound like everything is in order."

"Fuck off, Jisung."

Jisung knows he said he'd fuck off if Seungmin told him to but he can't just go quietly. "No, you fuck off! You're being so stubborn!"

"Handling things by myself isn't stubborn!"

"Yes it is!" Jisung knows a thing or two about being stubborn. "You're not even gonna go to that place?" Jisung wouldn't love the idea of Seungmin not being nearby, but at least he'd know he wasn't going crazy and would have tools to handle his rut.

"This. Is. Not. Your. Problem."

Jisung huffs. "Well, I'm gonna make it my problem!"

"Ugh, just, leave!"

The more Seungmin is acting this way the more Jisung wants to be annoying about it. He was planning on leaving at some point, but not anymore. "Never. I'm gonna build my nest somewhere else and camp out here until you stop being a fool and let someone help you."

Seungmin doesn't answer that one, so Jisung turns on his heel and walks back into the living room. Jeongin follows from his room.

Minho and Felix stand in the kitchen, clearly having heard everything. Felix sneaks a taste of Minho's food and Minho slaps his hand. "Kim Seungmin is gonna be the death of me," he complains. "He's even worse than Chan hyung."

Jisung wants to ask what Minho knows about Chan in rut, but he files that question away for another time. "Well, I'm not giving up. I'm gonna make my nest anyway."

"You want us to clear the living room?" Felix asks, walking around the kitchen island and throwing an arm around Jeongin to indicate they'd be the ones doing it. Jeongin looks at him through narrowed eyes, joking.

Jisung had considered the living room, but it's too exposed, doesn't feel cozy enough. It has to be one of the other rooms. Felix's feels like a nice, non-threatening option for an alpha in rut, only because Felix is so nice and everyone loves him.

Then again, Seungmin is probably closer to Jeongin. His room could be a good choice, right next to Seungmin's too.

But Jisung's gotta go with his gut.

"Minho hyung, can I do it in your room?"

Minho looks as surprised as the rest of them. "My room? Kim Seungmin is already pissed at me the most for setting off his rut."

"You said it wasn't your fault."

Minho shrugs. "Eh. It might have been."

"Well, doesn't matter. I wanna use your room."

Minho looks at Jisung for a long time and a shiver runs down Jisung's spine. "Okay. If you think it will help."

Jisung smiles. He will make it work, somehow. If Seungmin's playing who's more stubborn then Jisung can certainly try to compete for real.

He sets up everything as quickly as possible, knowing Seungmin might be hating each passing second if his rut is anything like Jisung's heat. He also grabs pillows and sheets from Felix's and Jeongin's rooms and leaves some snacks around the nest as well. It's not the prettiest nest he's made but it does make him want to curl up in it instantly.

"Hannie, we're leaving," Minho announces, peeking his head in his own room and looking around. "Looks nice."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Felix and Jeongin appear behind Minho. "Where?"

"Hyung's buying lunch," Jeongin says, patting Minho's back rather hard and earning a side glance.

"We're giving Seungmin some space. Perhaps something we should have done a while ago." He doesn't look guilty exactly, but Jisung could tell he wishes he'd done things differently. "I left some food, though. Put the leftover on the fridge when they cool down."

"Okay. Wait, should I go too?" he asks cautiously, even though he doesn't really want to.

So when Minho stares for a second longer and asks, "Do you want to stay?" Jisung knows what Minho's really asking and is glad he understands.

"Yeah." He nods, resolute, and so Minho does as well.

"Okay, then stay. But let us know if you end up leaving or if you need anything."

Jisung nods again. He has no idea what things would be like if Seungmin decides to let Jisung help, but he thinks he's going to be alright either way.

"Can we go to the arcade after?" Felix asks, hanging off Minho's arm and trying to pull Jeongin onto his other arm.

They leave with unsure smiles and knowing eyes and for a moment Jisung wishes they would stay even if just to have them close by, but it's clear Seungmin needs something else.

When they're gone, Jisung approaches Seungmin's door again.

"Seungmin. The others left. Still don't wanna talk?"

Silence.

"Well, I set up a nest in Minho hyung's room. I'll be there hanging out if you ever wanna talk."

There. He did what he could.

He spins on his heel to walk away but as soon as he does the door rushes open and he's yanked inside the room by his wrist before he can even understand what's happening. He squeaks indignantly and then the air gets pushed out of his lungs when he gets pressed against the door, banging it closed in the process.

Seungmin's scent is overwhelming from this close up, a combination of overly-perfumey flowers and the tart, sweaty scent of frustration. Jisung almost gasps but Seungmin is pressing him hard, hands heavy over Jisung's chest, and he can barely draw a breath properly. His eyes are dark and unblinking, staring Jisung down from an inch away, foreheads almost pressed together. Jisung's never seen Seungmin quite like this before, always so composed and calm.

Seungmin seems to realize he's using too much force and relents a little, so Jisung breathes in, Seungmin's scent washing over him and making his head spin, but then just keeps staring because he doesn't know what to do.

Finally, after another tense second, Seungmin sighs. "You shouldn't have come here."

Jisung takes too long to reply, but everything feels thick and slow around him. "Well, I did."

Seungmin shakes his head. "I don't want you here."

Jisung is sick and tired of this so what the hell. "You have a funny way of showing it."

Seungmin's hands have been slowly moving down to grip Jisung's waist and it's so tight Jisung feels his pulse there. Seungmin narrows his eyes and lets go immediately, pacing back towards his bed.

It's only then Jisung realizes how much of a mess the room is. There's clothes everywhere, bed unmade, desk in disarray. Well, in reality it doesn't look that different from Jisung's room on an average day, but that's not normal for Seungmin.

"Why don't you want me here? Am I that horrible to be around?"

Seungmin doesn't look at him. "Shut up. You know that's not it."

"Well, why, then?"

"You know why."

"I don't." Jisung does. Or thinks he does. He doesn't wanna assume. But he also wants to get Seungmin talking as much as possible.

"You do."

"I really don't."

Seungmin pins him in place with a look and for a moment Jisung feels like prey, eyes wide at the way Seungmin seems to grow bigger, or just closer, approaching Jisung too fast and caging him against the door again.

"Because I know you're gonna make me lose control!"

Jisung's blood rushes in his ears, whole body electrified, heart racing. He forces his hands to move, grabs the front of Seungmin's shirt. "Good!"

"Not good! I don't want that! I don't want this!" He looks in genuine pain and it breaks Jisung's heart. "I don't like feeling out of control!"

Jisung shakes him a little with his hold. "You think I can't understand that? I went through that as well! We all have! We can help you!"

Seungmin deflates a little, shaking his head and stepping away again. Jisung lets him go. "I can handle things by myself."

"Well, that's fantastic for you. But you don't have to. You could have at least told us you presented."

Seungmin sits on the bed, covers his face with his hands. "I didn't want you all to worry." And then he huffs out a frustrated laugh. "And somehow I was still holding out hope that I might not be alpha after all."

Jisung frowns, confused. "What do you mean? We all knew you were gonna be alpha."

He shrugs. "Not one hundred percent for sure. I might have been omega and then you wouldn't be the only one."

Jisung gets the desperate need to hug him but he knows he needs to be careful still. "That's sweet. I'm okay with this, though. And you will be, too."

Seungmin shrugs again and Jisung can see he's trembling ever so slightly. "This sucks."

Jisung nods and approaches a little. "Yeah. But it sucks less if you're not holed up inside your room alone. You know I asked Chan hyung to help." He approaches some more. "And he got Changbin hyung to help too." This catches Seungmin's attention. So he didn't know. "And it turned out not to be a horrible experience like I thought it'd be."

Jisung thinks he can almost see the way Seungmin is imagining what it was like for Jisung with Chan and Changbin. His heart races more the longer Seungmin doesn't speak, just stares at him and curls his hands into fists, still trembling, skin pale and with a light sheen of sweat.

"F-fuck. I'm sorry," he says and Jisung is confused again.

"Why?" He wants to reach out, touch Seungmin and tell him it's really okay.

Seungmin looks down, shakes his head rapidly, as if clearing his mind. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want to help me?"

Jisung sighs. "Yes. I'm positive."

"You don't have to just because you're omega."

"I know. I want to. I promise."

Seungmin takes a long moment to answer again, and if Jisung didn't know any better he'd think he was crying from the way he's still trembling, shoulders hunched over.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says and it sends a painful pang to Jisung's stomach because maybe Seungmin is crying, voice murmured and nearly breaking.

Jisung can't take it anymore. He needs to touch him. He places his hand carefully on Seungmin's shoulder. "You won't. It'll be okay, we can figure it out."

Slowly, Seungmin moves his head to the side until he can nuzzle against Jisung's hand, pushing against it with his nose until he can rub it on the inside of Jisung's wrist, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth and his whole body visibly relaxes. Jisung smiles.

"Do you wanna go to the nest? I promise it will make you feel better."

Seungmin finally looks up, eyes slightly red and watery. "You're really sure?"

Jisung nods. "Really sure. Come on."

He takes Seungmin's wrist this time and gently pulls him to his feet. Before walking away, though, he grabs Seungmin's bed comforter with his other hand and brings it with him. Seungmin snorts.

Before they're all the way inside Minho's room, Seungmin speaks again. "Why did it have to be Minho hyung's room?"

Jisung ignores him until they're in, closing the door behind them. "Because Minho's our hyung and I thought it'd make you feel safe." No reason not to be honest. "But also, I think you like him more than you let on."

No reason not to be a brat either.

Seungmin narrows his eyes at Jisung, tugs his wrist free from Jisung's grasp. "Do you really wanna talk to an alpha in rut about another alpha?"

Jisung grins. "Why? Are you getting jealous?"

Huffing, Seungmin crowds him against the door again. He really likes doing that.

"Jealous that Minho hyung has already fucked me?"

Seungmin's eyes widen again. So he didn't know about this either. It just goes to show how disconnected he's been from the others for a while now.

"I know what you're doing, you know," Seungmin says, voice low. His eyes stray from Jisung's eyes to his lips briefly and Jisung's stomach drops to his feet and bounces back up fast. Jisung tries to focus on the now and not the thousand images of Seungmin kissing him that flash through his mind because he could have the real thing any second now.

But Seungmin changes course and instead trails soft lips down Jisung's neck, making Jisung shiver. He wants to touch Seungmin too but he feels trapped in the best way, frozen.

As soon as Seungmin's nose gets in contact with Jisung's scent gland, a shudder wrecks through his body and his hands snap up to take hold of Jisung's upper arms, fingers digging in painfully. Jisung's breath hitches, heart into his throat.

Seungmin trembles again, skin so hot it feels like Jisung is gonna get burned any minute now. "Shit. S-sorry."

Jisung finds himself breathing faster even though they're not even moving. "It's okay. It's okay, Seungminnie." He nods rapidly and soothes down Seungmin's sides with his useless hands. "Let go."

Seungmin shakes his head from side to side slowly before breathing in deeply, fingers tightening around Jisung. "I can't, I can't."

Jisung keeps nodding like a madman. "You can. You won't hurt me, I promise I-I..." his cheeks burn, cock stirring in his pants. "I took Chan and Changbin hyung during my heat. Both. At the same time."

Seungmin inhales sharply, using his hold on Jisung to slam him against the door, luckily not too hard, but still hard enough that Jisung worries about how much he likes it. "Seriously? You're gonna drive me insane, Jisung, what the fuck..."

"Good. I wanna see you lose control." He's shocked himself at how much he means it but he's quite literally shaking to see more of this side of Seungmin.

Seungmin sighs like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. "You need to stop me if I'm hurting you."

"Yes, yes, don't worry."

"No, Jisung," He pulls back from Jisung's neck, holds him at arm's length to look into his eyes. Seungmin's own eyes are half-crazed, half-focused but one hundred percent scared. "Promise me that you'll stop me if it gets too much. You'll slap me or do whatever it takes."

Jisung nods right away, hoping he looks sincere too despite how turned on he is. "I promise."

Seungmin nods and sighs again. "Okay. Now... Sorry in advance for what I'm about to do."

"Huh?"

Jisung barely has time to think before Seungmin is pulling up his shirt above his head and then removing his own so fast he thinks he hears one of them rip. He immediately rubs up against Jisung chest to chest, hands moving everywhere from Jisung's waist to his back and arms and back down over his belly and hips. All the while he scents Jisung, nuzzling hard over his scent gland and pressing his lips over it.

Jisung is so overwhelmed he forgets to move and just takes everything trying not to outright moan because holy shit.

Seemingly satisfied, Seungmin trails down Jisung's body, rubbing his face and neck as best as he can over every inch. It's the most intense scenting Jisung's ever been a part of and it doesn't seem like Seungmin's quite done even when his face reaches Jisung's belly, so he lands on his knees and starts unbuttoning Jisung's pants.

"Oh! O-okay," Jisung pants, endlessly fascinated by this Seungmin but so useless he can only gape and shiver.

In one go Seungmin pulls down pants and underwear, the contrast stark to the careful way he lifts Jisung's legs, one at the time, to remove the clothes all the way and finally throw them behind himself, luckily landing in the nest.

Jisung doesn't even have time to be embarrassed about his sudden nakedness, cock hard and leaking, because Seungmin is on him again, rubbing himself up over Jisung's hips and thighs, hands constantly moving from Jisung's shins to the back of his legs and ass.

"Seungmin-ah!" Jisung's hands finally react, reaching for Seungmin's hair when he just straight up nuzzles Jisung's dick, face, nose and lips, not even trying to get it in his mouth just continuing to get their scents intermingled, moving closer to Jisung's pelvis with his neck craned to the side to get Jisung's hardness sliding against his scent gland and Jisung's eyes roll to the back of his head from the strange stimulation.

Jisung's thoughts bounce in his head like an out of control ping pong ball because he'd wanted to tease Seungmin a bit more, wanted to ask some things, wanted to kiss him, too, but Seungmin's taking over and he isn't sure he has what it takes to fight it when it feels this good.

Right when he thinks he knows what to expect, Seungmin forces him to turn over, large hands over Jisung's thighs guiding him around and then back towards Seungmin, who right away pushes Jisung's thighs apart and presses on his lower back.

Jisung moans unabashedly this time. Seungmin wants him to bend over. He's not gonna make it out alive.

Forearms on the wooden door, Jisung lets Seungmin manhandle him into whatever position he wants and sticks his ass out because no matter how mortifying it is to be in this position suddenly, his body doesn't care and just wants more.

"Fuck. Fuck," Seungmin curses under his breath when his fingers find the slick that's been running down Jisung's thighs and then a moment later his fingers are replaced by his tongue and he groans, hands squeezing Jisung's ass cheeks as he laps up his wetness all the way up to Jisung's entrance.

"Oh my god!" Jisung closes his eyes, tightens his hands into fists when Seungmin starts eating him out like a ravenous man, spreading him open for easier access and liquifying Jisung's brain in the process.

Jisung needs to focus. He had wanted to ask something but things have been happening way too fast.

"S-Seungmin," he manages shakily but gets no response. Perhaps Seungmin thinks Jisung is merely moaning his name, which is fair. "Seungmin," he says more firmly.

He gets half a grunt and takes it as enough to keep going. "Is... You...Hnng," Fuck it's so hard to focus with a tongue in his ass. Who knew? "Is this your first time?" he hears himself and decides that's not the right way to put it because he doesn't want Seungmin to think he means that this feels like it's his first time because it feels fucking incredible. "I-I mean... Fuck, have you have sex before?"

Seungmin doesn't answer for a while and merely dedicates himself to pushing his tongue inside Jisung until Jisung's legs tremble and he wonders if he'll be able to hold himself up much longer.

Jisung has already forgotten what he even asked when Seungmin pulls away enough for the low rumble that is his voice now to be audible. "I'm not a virgin, Jisung."

Jisung's brain synapses and he opens his eyes but just then Seungmin dives back in and makes him yelp. "Shit. Okay, okay. Good."

Or not good. Or it doesn't matter. Jisung is just kind of feeling unprepared because Felix had been so nice to Jisung for his first time but if it'd been Seungmin's, all Jisung would have had to offer was his nest and excuses about not being all that good at sex yet. But some of the pressure is off, though.

Jisung had other questions and/or comments but he couldn't even tell you the color of the door and it's right in front of his face. He just tries to hold on for dear life and hopes they can get some more talking in later.

"Fuck, how do you-" Seungmin murmurs, almost to himself. He bites Jisung's cheek and Jisung's cock jumps. "-taste so good?"

Jisung can't reply, wouldn't even know what to say if he could. He feels himself steadily leaking everywhere, possibly even his ears with his brain matter, and the tight coil inside his pelvis keeps twisting and turning in surprising ways until he realizes that the pulsing inside him and his constant moaning can only mean one thing.

"Seungmin, I-" hasn't even looked at his own cock but suddenly he can see his future all too clear. "I'm gonna- don't you wanna wait until we're in the nest and you can- you can-" the words 'fuck me' don't quite leave Jisung's mouth, he's trembling and so near the edge he doesn't even know what his body needs more, but he does know that this is possibly going to be a long day with a lot of orgasms and he doesn't want to waste one where Seungmin isn't inside him, also getting what he needs.

When Seungmin doesn't answer and just keeps fucking his tongue in Jisung, Jisung makes an executive decision and holds himself up with just one shaky arm as his hand snakes down to circle fingers firmly at the base of his cock, effectively stopping the mounting pressure. "Fucking hell."

He must have clenched around Seungmin's tongue because Seungmin makes a choking sound before he pulls back, and this is Jisung's chance to get through to him.

"Seungmin, take me to the nest and fuck me!" He straightens up just a little, feeling sore already from holding that position.

This seems to snap Seungmin back to reality somewhat, because he looks up at Jisung as Jisung cranes his neck to look down over his shoulder. And thank fuck Jisung is still holding his cock tightly otherwise he might have come just from the way Seungmin looks; on his knees and completely wrecked, hair all over the place, face red and wet, Jisung's slick and his own spit running down his chin, eyes unfocused.

In a second, though, he's on his feet and dragging Jisung to the nest, nearly pushing him down once there. Jisung's heart immediately settles down once he feels everyone else's scents there, but it picks back up when he sees Seungmin standing above him, shirtless but with pants still on which somehow make him look sightly powerful and extremely hot. Plus, the bulge at the front of his pants is a nice touch and makes Jisung's mouth water.

He seems to have regained some coherency in the short seconds away from Jisung's body. "You okay?" he asks, voice low and a little shy. Jisung can't believe he was tongue deep in his ass just a moment ago.

"Yes, fuck, I'm excellent, come here." Jisung makes grabby hands and Seungmin relents, kneeling down between Jisung's legs before hovering above him, hands next to Jisung's body. Jisung can finally get his hands on him, arms wrapping around Seungmin's neck to pull him down.

Seungmin blinks down at him. "I haven't even kissed you," he says in a neutral tone, like the realization is hitting him. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."

Jisung shakes his head. "It's okay, it's okay." He pulls him down again but Seungmin resists still and Jisung groans.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks and Jisung wants to scream.

"Yes, yes! Please!" He pulls again and this time Seungmin goes and Jisung nearly sighs in relief when their lips meet. It's immediately so wet and messy from all the fluids still on Seungmin's face but Seungmin seems to like it if the way he groans is any indication. Jisung loves it too, wanting to taste Seungmin after swallowing away the taste of himself.

It doesn't take long for Jisung to start grinding up, wanting more friction and only getting the rough fabric of Seungmin's pants. He wants them off.

The contact makes Seungmin hiss, though and he drops his hips down to press them against Jisung's, cock hard and heavy. "Fuck, Jisung..." he pulls away, buries his face on Jisung's neck again. "I want you so bad. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back if you came here."

Jisung whines, wiggles under him. "I want you too. Want to make you feel good."

Seungmin grunts and quiets Jisung down again with another kiss, this time decidedly less smooth and more rough, teeth and nipping and sucking until Jisung is losing the little mind he has left.

But Seungmin is not done. For someone in rut he certainly likes taking his time.

He moves down Jisung's body again, this time marking him with faint bites and not so faint lovebites. Jisung's never been marked quite like this before and it makes him feel vulnerable in a wonderful way, on display and knowing the others are gonna see him and know.

He looks down at himself when Seungmin is right above his hip and sees his entire torso marked up and gasps. "Fuck. You know everyone will know even if you don't maul me, right?" He keeps his tone light, hoping Seungmin doesn't take it the wrong way.

Seungmin looks up, admires his own work. "But you look good like this."

And then he sinks down on Jisung's dick.

Jisung nearly jumps off the bed, certainly thrusts into Seungmin's mouth unintentionally, but Seungmin doesn't seem to mind, seemingly content getting more of Jisung into his mouth, pretty lips wet and stretched around him.

Jisung is so curious as to when and with who Seungmin learned to do this with because holy fuck.

The more Seungmin bobs his head up and down, the wetter he gets Jisung, slobbering until it runs down Jisung's sack and over his already wet entrance.

"Angh! Seungmin, please!" he grinds down trying to get something, not yet sure of what exactly.

"Please what?" Seungmin asks as he pops off and then, as if his attention gets immediately stolen, he leans further down and pushes Jisung's legs up into his body to fold him in half and eat him out again.

"Fuck!" Jisung holds onto the nest below him, part cushion part someone's clothes.

Luckily, this time Seungmin doesn't get as lost as before. "It smells so much of the others here," he comments as he comes up, sitting back on his haunches and giving Jisung a brief reprieve. It doesn't last too long, though, because the look he sets on Jisung is absolutely incendiary. "Is that what you wanted? To rile me up by smelling like all the other alphas?"

Jisung's stomach swoops, some of it nerves, some of it arousal. Is Seungmin actually upset? Does he not like the nest? "N-no! I just wanted you to feel at home and calm!"

Seungmin hovers above him again. "Hmm. Or maybe you knew that I would try even harder to get you to smell like me."

Jisung shivers, exhales loudly. "Is that what you want? For me to smell only of you?"

Seungmin seems to consider this. "The rut is telling me 'yes'. But I'm not usually possessive."

Jisung breathes a sigh of relief. "I'll believe it when I see it, then."

Seungmin scoffs. "You're such a brat."

"I've been told."

And then Seungmin pushes a finger inside him.

Don't ask Jisung how he didn't know what Seungmin had been doing with his hands, all he knows is that life is good and he should cherish it more.

"Yes!"

Seungmin doesn't waste a second, marking Jisung's thighs with hickeys as he fingers him, soon with two fingers since Jisung is so relaxed and turned on already.

He starts squirming as soon as Seungmin curls his fingers, pleasure shooting up his spine. "Hnng- no, wait! I don't wanna come yet!"

Seungmin bites the inside of his thigh and sharp but brief pain radiates there for a moment. "Why not? I bet you smell incredible when you come."

Jisung arches his back and moans. "Wanna come with you inside."

In a second Seungmin is in his space again, nosing over Jisung's scent gland once again. "Are you doing everything you can to drive me crazy on purpose?"

Jisung shakes his head, whines when Seungmin rubs over his sweet spot again. "Ah! No, I'm-m j-just..."

"Just naturally good at making people want to eat you whole?"

Seungmin is gonna kill him. "Please! I wanna wait, please!"

And Seungmin does take mercy on him, easing up with his fingers and just adding a third to stretch him open more. "Fuck. I can't believe I get to fuck you. Didn't know how much I wanted it until now."

Jisung nods and nods. "I'm ready, come on!"

Seungmin withdraws his fingers and holds onto Jisung's hips. His hands are trembling again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes! Take these off!" Jisung hooks his fingers on the waistband of Seungmin's pants and tugs.

"Fuck," Seungmin breathes out and gets to his feet to remove his pants. Jisung watches in awe as Seungmin reveals himself, cock long and hard, so handsome somehow, much like Minho's. He looks painfully hard, tip wet with precum, and before he knows it Jisung finds himself on his knees in front of him.

He blinks, realizing he's inches from Seungmin's cock even if he's looking up at his face. "Um. Do you... want me to scent you? The way you did me?" He could have just asked to suck his dick, but here he is.

Seungmin takes in a shuddering breath as he threads his fingers through Jisung's hair. "No. I want to fuck you now."

Jisung's eyes get wide. Yeah, he can do that too.

Seungmin sinks to his knees so they're face to face, and with a hand on the nape of his neck brings Jisung forward to kiss him. Jisung melts into it right away, taking a chance to feel up Seungmin, soft and warm skin as far as his fingers can touch. So firm, so light, yet Jisung knows Seungmin can pin him down if he wants to.

And Jisung always wants to.

Case in point, Seungmin starts guiding him with hands on his hips, pushes Jisung to turn around, kissing until the last moment when Jisung has to turn to get on his hands and knees and his heart races in anticipation.

Seungmin palms over his ass. "I should mark you here too," he says absentmindedly and Jisung moves his hips from side to side to get his attention.

"Later! It can be done later!" He looks over his shoulder and hopes Seungmin listens to him.

Seungmin huffs but does, guiding himself between Jisung's cheeks and collecting the slick there. Jisung groans, throws his head back and grinds back, trying to get more. But Seungmin just keeps rubbing the tip of his cock over his entrance over and over.

As if knowing exactly what he is about to do next, Seungmin makes Jisung's protesting words die in his throat when he pushes in, just the head, and they moan in tandem, their voices harmonizing perfectly like they do when they sing.

Seungmin composes himself first, holds onto Jisung's hips with clammy hands. "If it hurts-"

"I'll let you know," Jisung answers easily, hopefully looking reassuring and not out-of-his-mind horny so that Seungmin believes him and can relax.

With a nod he pushes in more, easily sliding all the way in, not too slow, not too careful, just the way Jisung craves.

And once he starts moving, Seungmin doesn't stop.

He grinds his hips flush against Jisung's ass, eyes closed, biting his lip as he finally gets some relief. Almost instantly, though, Jisung feels him tremble behind him, hips stuttering as he restrains himself.

Well, not under Jisung's watch.

"Seungmin, you can move."

Seungmin doesn't open his eyes, keeps grinding maddeningly in little circles."You sure?"

"I've been ready to go for hours!" Jisung whines and grinds back.

"Dramatic," Seungmin says before he slides back and then slams into him.

"Ah!" Jisung shifts forward and digs into the heels of his hands not to lose his balance but yes yes yes finally.

Seungmin sets a brutal pace right away, and Jisung is so wet that the lewd sounds around the room is the only thing he can hear.

"Yes, 's so good," he feels his cock bounce with each thrust, more precum trailing down the shaft.

And soon, Seungmin's grunts and moans take over. Jisung can't help but look over his shoulder and marvel at the sight of Seungmin finally letting loose, chest flushed, hairline starting to sweat, brows furrowed in pleasure as he grips Jisung hard enough to bruise and fucks into him to his heart's content.

He opens his eyes and Jisung's stomach swoops when they lock gazes, suddenly so much more intimate than everything else so far.

"You feel incredible," Seungmin exhales. "I knew you would."

And then he hikes Jisung's hips slightly, making him arc his back more and changing the angle, stars behind his eyelids now that Seungmin's hitting his prostate with every thrust.

He moans, gripping the fabric under his hands. "Fuck, fuck, that's- yes, fuck!"

"You're so loud," Seungmin muses, interested. "If the others were here they would definitely hear you."

Oh so that's what he's thinking about?

"You want that?" He asks, trying not to moan after every syllable.

Seungmin takes a second to answer. "I think you want that."

Jisung doesn't think he gains anything by lying. "I definitely do. But I think you also want it. Want everyone else to hear how good you're making me feel. Know that you're the one doing it."

Seungmin's eyes narrow slightly and he tsks, but his cheeks definitely darken. "I'm not some mindless knot head just because I'm in rut, you know."

"I- agh!" he breaks off when Seungmin pushes in particularly hard. "I know. But I think even without the rut you'd want that. Want to show off to the others."

Seungmin doesn't let up for a second and Jisung thinks back to those long practices where despite his slim physique Seungmin is one of the last ones to get tired.

And when he doesn't answer, Jisung keeps going because Seungmin's been stubborn enough that maybe some payback is needed. "And I also think- fuck- that you secretly love that we're doing this in hyung's room. Leave your scent here. Know he will be reminded of what you did here. Maybe even think of it later..."

With a swift motion Seungmin pushes between Jisung's shoulder blades and looms over him as he forces Jisung's chest to touch down on the nest, ass still up. Jisung moans high and broken, clenching and leaking because holy shit that was so hot.

"You never shut up, do you? You're even worse like this," he whispers close to Jisung's ear, pushing a little harder on his back.

Jisung whines and wiggles, but he's not done, he knows he's got more thread to pull and that his instincts have been right thus far. "You don't want me to shut up, though. I think you want me to say more." He groans when Seungmin grinds into him almost meanly. "I- I think you want me to tell you how good you feel... alpha."

Time stops for a second, two.

And Seungmin's cock pulses inside him.

Jisung is so glad that worked because he doesn't have it in him to keep talking much longer.

With terrifying speed Seungmin yanks Jisung up by the hair, twisting his head to the side to kiss him as his hips pick back up, ramming into him and making Jisung's eyes water with the mix of pleasure and pain. He can barely kiss back, drunk on the feeling of Seungmin chasing his pleasure in him.

After what feel like hours Seungmin pulls back, a string of spit connecting their lips.

And then he straightens back up and shows Jisung what a real brutal pace is.

Jisung doesn't know where he's getting all that force and energy from, but he feels like a ragdoll rattling from the inside out, every part of his body shaking with the movement and sending electrifying shocks to his cock that keeps leaking steadily.

And for a moment he'd almost forgotten that the best might be yet to come, but he remembers when Seungmin starts grunting rhythmically, louder and louder punctuated by the skin on skin slaps.

"Sung," he says, like Jisung's entire name weighs a ton. "I'm gonna-"

And he slows down, as if ready to pull out and Jisung panics.

"No!" He looks back, urgent and needy, but he doesn't care. "No, please! I want your knot!"

Seungmin inhales sharply, slides back into Jisung, hard. He looks like he's still fighting with his instincts, though, wanting to make sure Jisung is okay with all of this, and Jisung can't let him overthink even for a second.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Please alpha, knot me, please, I want it!" He whines, moves his hips back to meet Seungmin's increasingly faster thrusts. "I want alpha's knot, please, please I want it so bad!"

That seems to do the trick. Seungmin's eyes glaze over and his mouth hangs slightly open as he fucks into Jisung with lightning quick, erratic thrusts, bringing Jisung onto his cock over and over again until Jisung feels it: the base of Seingmin's cock thickening.

It hits Jisung out of nowhere, pleasure exploding from deep within and reaching every corner as he comes untouched, the delicious pressure of Seungmin's rapidly filling knot against his prostate absolutely insane and one of the hottest things he's ever felt.

Through the static in his brain he feels Seungmin reach his climax too, hands tightening on Jisung's waist as he fills him up, trying to keep fucking into him but being prevented by his knot keeping him inside, forcing him to just rut against Jisung to ride out his bliss, panting and groaning and even whining like a frustrated pup.

Jisung gets his bearings and realizes he's lying on a puddle of his own cum, but that and everything else in the world take a second seat to the feeling of Seungmin's knot, thick and hot and still pulsing inside him. Fuck, he knew it would be hot, but he wasn't prepared for how much. Having both Chan and Changbin inside had been a lot more intense, obviously, but he now understood the feeling he'd been chasing when he wanted to be knotted during his heat.

He doesn't know how Seungmin's still kneeling and not collapsed down, so he looks over his shoulder again.

With his head down and chest rising and falling steadily, Seungmin looks so attractive Jisung needs to fight back a moan. "Seungminnie?" he asks, voice not recovered yet.

Seungmin looks up, face red but so alive, eyes focused. He starts rubbing circles with his thumbs over Jisung's sore hips. "Jisung... You're okay?"

Jisung nods and offers a small smile. "Very. You?"

Seungmin nods as well. "It's... very weird." He looks down between their bodies where they're connected. Jisung wishes he could see too. "Can't believe..."

"Me neither." Jisung tries not to move too much or clench, not sure if it would hurt Seungmin. "Wanna lie down? This is gonna be a while, right?"

Seungmin nods and together they move onto their sides so they can spoon. Seungmin doesn't seem to be in pain, though, so Jisung relaxes and sighs in contentment when Seungmin drapes an arm over him and holds him close.

"You're feeling better?" Jisung asks, busying his hands by playing with Seungmin's fingers.

Seungmin nods and nuzzles on the back of Jisung's neck. "Yeah. It still hurts a little just not nearly as much." He pauses for a second and Jisung can almost hear his brain machinating. "Thank you."

"Don't. You don't have to. Seriously."

"Still..." He hides his face behind Jisung's back. "I can't believe you called me alpha. I'm gonna kill you."

Jisung laughs. "You liked it."

"Taking advantage of my current weaknesses isn't funny," he says while not hiding his amusement- or embarrassment- at all.

"I'm sorry. It will happen again."

Seungmin pokes his ribs. Sniffs at Jisung again, hair and neck and shoulder. "You smell so good, it just makes no sense."

Jisung giggles, feels goosebumps all over. "Yeah? I don't smell like the others?"

"A little," he admits. "I guess I still like it."

They remain like that for a while, each in their own head. Jisung starts wondering about this whole knot thing, though. "I'm not asking because I'm uncomfortable or anything, just curious... but how long does this typically last?"

"According to the research I did it's around thirty minutes. Time decreases with every following knot, though. If it lasts over forty you should call a doctor."

Jisung snorts. "You should call a doctor. I'm not talking to anyone on the phone with this inside."

Seungmin presses his smile on Jisung's shoulder. "That would be really embarrassing."

They talk a bit more after that, just passing the time and touching each other gently. Seungmin had already suspected he'd most likely be an alpha so he did a lot of research. A hell of a lot more than Jisung did for himself, which he should probably remedy at some point. He also told Jisung about losing his virginity a year ago with a friend from back home. He'd been wanting to get it over with and not have it be a big deal, which Jisung can understand

"I never thought about sex much, to be honest," he says, more hesitant than shy. "It wasn't something that kept my brain occupied."

"Me neither much. At least not before..." He's glad Seungmin understands, though, because Jisung had been starting to feel like he was the only one that had been blind to a whole world that some others were participating in. He kinda likes that he's the first of the members Seungmin's ever done anything with. Took his Stray Kids virginity.

He better not say that out loud.

"Now you're more open to it, then?"

"Yeah. Did you know how many of the members are constantly hooking up?"

"I know everything."

Jisung chuckles and Seungmin freezes behind him.

"What?"

"I think it's starting to go down."

"Oh"

Jisung feels it then too, the pressure decreasing very slowly, but they still have some way to go.

Seungmin's lingering touches get a bit heavier, though, the way he palms Jisung's waist and hips, then up to his chest. He starts breathing faster too and it becomes clear he's trying to keep himself from moving much.

"Seungminnie?"

"Hmm?" he asks, clearly trying to sound casual.

"Does it feel good again?"

Seungmin exhales loudly. "Fuck. Yeah. I'm sorry."

Jisung reaches back to push Seungmin's lower back against him, encouraging. "Don't be. It feels good for me too." It never stopped feeling good, but it was subdued enough to be ignorable. Now that Seungmin's moving, though...

Seungmin groans and buries his face in the back of Jisung's neck again, grinding in earnest now. "Ungh. I could just... Fuck you again right here like this."

"So do it," Jisung says breathlessly, reaches down slightly to Seungmin's ass and gives it a squeeze just because.

So Seungmin doesn't hesitate this time. He fucks Jisung again, right there, just some desperate rutting at first, groaning when Jisung clenches on the remainder of his sensitive knot, but as it continues to go down he can thrust properly, and the wet squelch of him fucking his cum back into Jisung makes Jisung's face flush but he loves it so much he's hard again in no time.

And also in no time he's embarrassingly close, moaning and whining with every thrust as Seungmin seems to only gain stamina, going faster and harder the more they go on.

"S-Seungmin," Jisung mumbles. "Min-"

"I got you," Seungmin says and wraps a hand around Jisung's neglected cock, still a little wet from before.

Jisung nearly screams at how good it feels, Seungmin's large hand stroking him in time with his thrusts, and he almost doesn't have time to wonder if Seungmin's close himself too before he's coming a second time, shaking and arching into Seungmin's touch as he milks dry and whispers praises into his ear.

"-pretty, so pretty-"

Jisung comes back to himself and realizes Seungmin didn't come because he's still hard and knotless inside him. Not that he got soft last time. He probably can't get soft for a while.

Unlike Jisung. Seungmin lets go of his sensitive cock and nearly gives Jisung a heart attack when he brings his dirtied hand up to his face and licks.

Jisung finds the strength to turn his head slightly and watch. Seungmin looks embarrassed for a moment, cheeks flaming, but then he licks again, and closes his eyes. "Fuck. Fuck. You taste so good." He sucks an entire finger into his mouth and Jisung's cock flinches bravely. "I don't know if it's the rut or just you, but..."

Jisung watches with weak resolve as Seungmin licks his entire hand clean and then can't contain himself any longer, pulling him down to kiss him.

And like Seungmin himself Jisung isn't sure if he's always like this or if it's just the rut but he likes this messy and sloppy side of Seungmin. Makes him feel more connected to him.

Soon Seungmin starts rocking his hips again, this time just giving Jisung a questioning glance instead of asking. Jisung's a little more sensitive now after two orgasms but it isn't too bad. Knowing he's giving Seungmin what he needs overrides everything else.

Seungmin comes with a broken grunt and biting Jisung's shoulder, knot enlarging once again and making Jisung squirm with pleasure, but this time he's happy to be a lot more present so he can experience Seungmin coming undone: his noises and movements, the way he grips Jisung tightly like he'd never let go, pure instinct taking over as he once again tries to keep fucking into Jisung but can't until he eventually stills, panting and soothing the bite with his lips.

Jisung reaches back awkwardly to pat his hair, wishing they were in a different position this time around, if only to be able to touch and kiss Seungmin better.

When Seungmin recovers enough, he seems a lot more relaxed. He chuckles lightly when he sees the mark on Jisung's shoulder. "Did it hurt?"

Jisung shrugs. "Barely." When there's also so much more to feel, it's easy not to think of the pain. "One more mark for the collection."

Seungmin relaxes on the pillow under their heads and sighs out. "It's crazy. Feeling this way. I don't know how heats are exactly but it's like something inside you it's speaking and you don't know whether to trust it but it feels so good when you do." He looks shy for a moment. "Was it like that for you?"

Jisung nods weakly, tiredness catching up to him. "A little, yeah. My voice was mostly telling me to cry and be as embarrassingly desperate as possible, though."

Seungmin huffs a laugh. "I kinda wish I could have seen that."

Jisung's cock twitches and his mouth moves before he can think it through. "Maybe next time you will."

His heart picks up when he realizes what he said, but Seungmin is only pulling him closer, chin hooked up over his shoulder and arms tight around Jisung's waist. "Fuck that would be... Let's not get into it while we're still trapped together."

Jisung's chest rumbles with silent laughter. He closes his eyes. "Not trapped."

Seungmin squeezes him a little. "If you wanna sleep for a bit you should."

"Mm?" Jisung doesn't move." "Oh no, I'm fine. Totally fine."

"Jisung, you're mumbling. Just take a nap, we have to wait this out anyway."

"Maybe just a quick snooze..." the world is already lulling around him, body heavy against his nest and Seungmin's warm body, his scent and the lingering of the others surrounding him.

Jisung doesn't realize it when Seungmin's knot goes down, still too far into dreamland, but he does notice when he pulls out, waking up with a whine he can't quite suppress because what the fuck, he's so empty.

It still takes him a moment to fully get his bearings and understand the world around him. He's so sticky and wet everywhere, not that he minds that much, and he feels slow and soft like he usually does after naps.

Seungmin better not have gone far, otherwise-

Jisung freezes when he glances over his shoulder and sees Seungmin is still right there in the nest.

Though, at the present moment he's jerking off.

Heart in his throat, Jisung dares not move because Seungmin hasn't noticed him yet, so he's just lying there, throbbing cock in hand, eyes closed in concentration, sweat trailing down his neck. He looks so drool-worthy that Jisung has to close his mouth lest he gets himself even dirtier.

He does make an affected sound in the process, though, so Seugmin opens his eyes with mortification and finds Jisung watching him.

"Shh," Jisung shushes him immediately before he can say something stupid like 'I'm sorry'. He rolls over, feeling himself drip with cum down his thighs but he doesn't care. "You look so hot right now, it's ridiculous."

Jisung straddles him, making sure not to bump his knee against Seungmin's dick that he's still stroking slightly, even after being caught, like he can't help it. Seungmin groans and grabs Jisung by the hair with his free hand and they kiss, tongues slides against each other hungrily. He fists his cock faster now, little noises escaping his mouth and going into Jisung's.

"Can I ride you?" Jisung asks, already feeling drunk with lust again. His cock is not all the way there but he's not worried.

Seungmin's exhales rattles in his chest. "You wanna?"

Jisung nods, nips at his lower lip. "I don't think I'm very good at it but after Hyunjin did it to me I learned a few tricks I think."

Seungmin's eyes bear into Jisung's until he shivers. He grabs the back of Jisung's head firmly and lets go of his own cock to trap Jisung's forearm, pulling him closer until their foreheads are touching. "Hyunjin too? Have you fucked everyone except for me, Jisung?"

Jisung's eyes widen and he immediately shakes his head. "N-no, it's not like-"

"Even Innie? Did you let the maknae have his way with you too?"

Jisung shakes his head more firmly this time, as much as Seungmin's grip allows. "No! Not yet, I-" Jisung shuts his mouth when he realizes what he's said, both for Seungmin's and for his own sake. Since when is he also thinking that Innie-

Not the time, not the place.

Seungmin huffs a laugh. "So I'm not the last one."

Jisung is about to ask what difference does it make but Seungmin grips his hips and pushes him forward and down until the tip of his cock grazes Jisung's inner thigh and his breath catches inside him.

"Show me what you learned from Hyunjin, then."

Jisung grips Seungmin's shoulders and widens his stance. Seungmin guides him until he's breaching Jisung's rim and Jisung whines, sensitive, but not enough to be uncomfortable. With even more cum than before the glide is smooth and wet.

Now all Jisung has to do is try not to embarrass himself.

He tries to roll his hips like Hyunjin did, not just moving up and down, and he's not sure he can look quite as ethereal as Hyunjin because honestly no one can, but Seungmin's eyes are glued to him and Jisung feels his whole body flush.

Within minutes his cock is back up, red and sensitive, and Jisung wants to touch himself so bad now. Seungmin notices, guides Jisung's own hand to wrap around himself. Jisung moans and follows through.

"You're so pretty," Seungmin whispers, pushing Jisung's hair away from his forehead. "All the time you're pretty but now you're just... illegal."

Jisung preens at the praise, strokes himself faster. "Y-you too."

Seungmin shakes his head. "Not as much as you."

Jisung doesn't have it in him to argue much, he keeps trying his best to move without seeming uncoordinated. It's harder than it looks. He's getting tired, legs sore and core on fire.

"Min-" he whines. He's getting close and it's like the previous orgasms are catching up to him. He feels slightly dizzy, mind fogged over with pleasure and the need to make it increase.

So Seungmin helps because he's a godsend. Or because he wants to fuck Jisung harder, whichever. He helps Jisung move, guides him along and bounces him on his cock, making himself groan in the process.

"Y-yes, yes!" Jisung hiccups. His cock throbs in his hand. "M-more!"

Seungmin delivers, gripping Jisung hard and fucking him harder. Jisung has no clue how long this goes on for, the concept of time fucked out of him, but soon he's whimpering a warning and using the last of his strength to fist his cock as fast as he needs until he's coming in weak little spurts over his own hand and Seungmin's stomach, moaning and trembling through it all.

He doesn't remember if Seungmin asked, but he knows he keeps nodding his head and whispering "keep going," into Seungmin's chest, apparently having folded over him.

Seungmin holds onto him, planting feet on the bed to keep Jisung tucked in and to leverage himself as he keeps fucking into Jisung's tender hole. His arms around Jisung feel secure and comfortable and Jisung allows his brain to log off for a moment, tired and sex-drunk.

The only thing grounding him is Seungmin's whispered voice in his ear, some praise, some curses, some just pretty noises that sound so good in Seungmin's warm, sweet tone. Jisung is in heaven, both floating and anchored by Seungmin, feeling a lot but not too much.

Once again some indeterminate amount of time passes before he realizes Seungmin's enlarging again, base slowly thickening inside Jisung and he whines, too low against Seungmin's loud moaning and grunting.

"Sung..." Seungmin groans his name before he comes again, filling Jisung up for the third time.

Jisung hides his face in Seungmin's neck, pressing against his scent gland lightly and trying not to doze off again but it's hard. The world feels heavy but Seungmin makes him feel so light.

Seungmin holds him tighter, one arm across his back and the other hand cradling the back of his head, evening out his breath until they're both inhaling and exhaling softly, tied together, so warm and sticky and gross but so perfect.

Jisung barely realizes he's falling asleep again until a sudden knock at the door startles him, though not as bad as it startles Seungmin, who jolts and tries to raise his head.

"Seungmin? Jisung?

Chapter End Notes

Phew, this one was a big boy!!! As you can probably tell, it's still not over (: but I had to split it up.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter, how did you feel about this Seungmin? And what do you think it's gonna happen next? ALSO what are your thoughts on the last alpha remaining ьэ Any jeongsung fans around?

Thank you so much for reading!


Seungmin/Minho


Chapter Summary

Minho comes back to the apartment and decides he needs to take some matters into his own hands.

Chapter Notes

Added some tags so check it out just in case!

Thank you for the seungsung love on last chapter! some of you probably expected what's about to come lol but i hope you will enjoy this 2minsung, i loved writing them and i think they fit SO well together!

Thank you as always to my favorite hanner, my jisungie buddy, my nest fic muse Northstories

<3 i love you!

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Jisung tries to blink his eyes open but it's so hard. He doesn't wanna move, no matter what's going on in the world outside. It can probably wait.

So he goes heavy on top of Seungmin, secure. Seungmin still seems to be on alert, though, he doesn't answer whoever knocked. Whose voice had it been?

"Hey. Are you okay?"

Oh, Minho's. It's fine, Jisung relaxes, thinking he could probably get about fifteen minutes of sleep before Seungmin's knot goes down again.

"Hello? Okay, I'm coming in to make sure you're not dead. Also, I need something from my room."

Where Jisung is more relaxed than ever, Seungmin panics, ensuring his hold on Jisung is tight enough before he rolls them both over to the side and then more so Jisung lands on his back, yelping, with Seungmin covering him, literally, even pushing Jisung's face further into his own neck and keeping him there, as if trying to hide as much of Jisung as possible.

Still floaty and loopy, Jisung understands what's happening and wants to tell Seungmin he doesn't need to worry about Minho. Minho's nice, despite what he seems.

He doesn't quite find the strength to do it, though.

The door opens. Jisung can't see, not only because Seungmin's got his head trapped, but because the door is directly behind them above their heads. He hears Minho take just one step inside.

Silence.

"Please tell me Hannie is alive."

Seungmin huffs. "Not funny."

"Relax, I'm not gonna take him away from you," Minho says appeasingly. It makes Jisung want to giggle a little. "Just want to make sure he's okay."

"I can take care of him," Seungmin says, defensive, but he does relent on his hold a little.

"I'm sure..."

Jisung wiggles his head a little until Seungmin has no option but to let go. Jisung cranes his neck, rolling so the top of his head is on the nest and he can look up at Minho, upside down. "Hi, hyung."

He barely recognizes his own voice, rough and groggy, and he has to blink several times to keep his eyes from closing.

He isn't sure what Minho's expression is because the world is a little fuzzy and upside down it makes no sense but also because Minho's expressions are always guarded when he wants them to be. Kind of like Seungmin's.

Minho turns around to face the outside. "Yongbok, can you get me two water bottles? Thanks."

There's some noises outside. So they're all here. Jisung almost smiles to himself. He likes that they're near.

His neck hurts in this position, though, so he goes back to resting like before and tries to find Seungmin's eyes, but he's just looking up at Minho.

"'S okay," Jisung tells him. "Minho hyung knows what he's doing."

He has no idea what Minho is doing but he trusts him, and he knows Seungmin does too, deep down.

This seems to calm Seungmin a little, body less tense.

And then the door closes and it takes Jisung a moment to realize that Minho's inside the room with them.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing?" Seungmin asks, alert again.

"I'm helping."

"We don't need help!"

"Clearly you do."

"What do you know?"

Minho takes a second to reply. "I'm an alpha too. And your hyung. And have gone through more ruts than you can count."

"We're fine."

"Yeah? Hannie is half-coherent. You're shaking. Your rut is clearly not over yet, and he probably can't take more for a while."

"Yes, I can!" Jisung slurs, which probably doesn't look great. "'M fine!"

Seungmin and Minho stare at each other, and Jisung feels suddenly like a third wheel, if the third wheel was physically connected to one of the other wheels and also the reason the other wheels were talking in the first place.

His brain is mush.

"Why don't you just tell me what to do, then?" Seungmin asks.

"Because I can't just tell you. I'm gonna help by letting you fuck me."

Jisung gasps, which he thinks Seungmin should have done also, but he's just stock still, blinking slowly.

Minho smiles, feline and dangerous and it makes Jisung shiver. "What? You're gonna tell me you don't want that, Kim Seungmin?"

Seungmin hesitates, which is answer enough, but also Jisung feels him twitch inside him and he chokes on his next breath. Seungmin looks at him briefly and blushes. "I-"

"I might not smell as good as our Hannie here," Jisung's heart clenches at the 'our'. "But I can take you and keep you down until he's ready for you again."

Jisung feels Seungmin inhale deeply, chest filling against Jisung's. "Y-you don't have to. I can wait or handle it myself-"

"Sure you could. You'd also get grumpier and more frustrated. And that can turn into anger quick if you don't keep it in check." He nods solemnly. "Trust me. Plus, what kind of hyung would I be if I allowed our baby alpha to just suffer?"

Seungmin twitches inside Jisung again, even as he shakes his head. "I wouldn't suffer-"

"He wants it," Jisung says, trying to sound confident even if his voice is still weak. "He's just being stupidly noble again, but he likes the idea."

Seungmin looks at him with narrowed eyes. Jisung tries not to blink. Challenging. 'Go on and call me a liar.'

Seungmin can't. He looks away.

Minho coos. "Aw, our baby alpha is so shy. Even if he does like the idea of fucking his alpha hyung."

Seungmin's dick definitely likes that. Shit, even Jisung's is trying valiantly again.

"You're just trying to rile me up," he says, a little breathless.

"Of course I am. Don't you want a little fight? Come on, I know you're itching for it, probably jumped at the opportunity every time this one here was being a brat." Minho nods towards Jisung. He doesn't have the energy to look offended, especially when it's so true. Also very hot to be talked about.

Seungmin doesn't answer, and so Minho starts undressing, making Jisung feel a little more awake.

Seungmin watches silently, brooding as Minho maintains direct eye-contact and removes his sweater, then his shirt, tossing them both in the nest. "Was it hard fucking Hannie while you were in my room? Everything reeking of me?" He reaches for his belt next and Jisung feels his mouth part. "Did you scent him all over so he only smelled of you as much as possible?"

Seungmin bristles. Minho removes pants and underwear both at once, glorious thighs on display, and then finally removes his socks. He straightens up, cock half hard and just as pretty as Jisung remembered. Now that he thinks about it, Seungmin's and Minho's cocks bear a handsome resemblance, except Seungmin's a bit longer. "Did you think of me at all or was your little alpha brain too drunk on him? I get it, he's kind of addicting. Just so precious." Minho's gaze finally flicks down to Jisung for a brief second, smiling. Jisung whimpers a little, heart thudding and warmth spreading throughout. Seungmin cannot stop staring at Minho who seems so comfortable with his nakedness that it's a little intimidating.

"Well, I was thinking of you two and what you were up to." He eyes them up and down now, Seungmin's body covering most of Jisung's. He gets a little shy at the hunger in Minho's eyes. "How long until this knot goes down?"

Not that Jisung thought Minho didn't know but the confirmation that he's thinking about Seungmin's knot in Jisung sends heat down to Jisung's core.

Seungmin finally answers. "I don't know... less than ten minutes, probably."

Minho nods, then looks around the nest. "Where's the lube?"

"We haven't been using," Jisung answers.

Minho narrows his eyes at them and sighs. "Of course you haven't."

He gets lube from his bedside drawer and then casually kneels just a meter from them, in a perfect spot to be watched, and spreads his knees apart. Jisung feels Seungmin's heart pick up, and no longer knows if he's twitching or if Jisung is accidentally clenching. Maybe both.

Like he has all the time in the world, Minho starts fingering himself open, making both Jisung and Seungmin gape like fish out of water. Jisung wishes he was a little less out of it so he could appreciate this more, but it's still mesmerizing, the way Minho's slicked fingers disappear inside himself, cock quickly reaching full hardness, making Jisung's mouth water.

"Don't mind me," he says as if it were humanly possible to do.

"God, he's so infuriating," Seungmin says, apparently to Jisung, even if his eyes are still on Minho.

Jisung can't say he agrees. He's never found Minho infuriating, but he knows it's different when you have a personality like Seungmin's, their seemingly hard exteriors much more likely to clash with each other.

Jisung hums noncommittally and just watches, mouth parted.

So it's much louder than intended when he gasps.

Seungmin moves inside him but this time it's because his knot is going down. Seungmin shudders and hides his face in Jisung's neck. His hold has gotten progressively looser but it suddenly tightens again, cradling Jisung's head into his own neck while the other hand holds onto his thigh. He feels hot all over, almost feverish, and Jisung can't help but pet his hair and nuzzle into him a little.

Minho is silent, but because Jisung's face is to him, he risks turning and opening his eyes. He finds him staring at them, much softer than he was before, no trace of teasing in his big eyes. Even when their gazes meet, his expression doesn't change. Jisung knows better than anyone that Minho can be serious when needed, and the way they communicate something without any words speaks to that.

Soon, though, Seungmin starts trembling again. Containing the very obvious rutting he'd rather be doing, he breathes deeply in and out, trying to calm himself.

"Seungminnie?" Minho says, softly. "I know you don't want to separate from Hannie." He stops pumping his fingers inside himself, thankfully, because Jisung's sanity was not taking it well. "But he'll still be here."

Seungmin doesn't answer, just keeps breathing in and out on Jisung's shoulder. His hips twitch with the instinct to move, to fuck into Jisung again. And despite the oversensitivity, it's not terrible.

"He just needs a break," Minho adds.

That gets Seungmin's attention. He stills completely, but trembles even more with the effort.

"Maybe I don't?" Jisung says. "It doesn't feel bad." He pets Seungmin's hair again. He's so warm and smells so good and Jisung kinda doesn't want him to pull out either, not if he still needs more.

Minho gives him a look. Not helping. "I know, but we don't wanna risk it. You're not in heat, your body isn't ready to take too much. Not if it can be helped. And it can."

The wet squelch of Minho pushing his fingers inside himself again is loud in the room.

Alright so maybe Jisung should listen. Not be as stubborn as Seungmin had been. Let Minho handle things.

And also watch them go at it. For mere curiosity purposes, of course.

Seungmin raises his head finally. He doesn't look too happy, but when Jisung smiles at him he softens and sighs. He leans down to kiss Jisung again, slow and contained despite the occasional twitch of his hips. It's so nice and comforting that Jisung lets himself go, kissing him deeper and deeper, pulling Seungmin closer even though he should be doing the opposite, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip and letting Seungmin suck on his tongue until he whimpers and-

"Hey!" Minho calls out. "Babies. Don't get carried away again!"

The way Minho calls them babies is not sexy or romantic in the least, more insulting than anything, but somehow it still makes Jisung feel warm.

Seungmin listens, though, and pushes himself off Jisung enough so Jisung feels cold air finally rush between their torsos, which were basically glued together with cum. Yikes. He needs like ten showers already. Regrettably, Seungmin pulls out, leaving Jisung even colder still, and with more cum dripping out of him.

"Good job," Minho says, looking at Seungmin who still doesn't look too happy. But then Minho's eyes trail over Jisung and he frowns. "Good god. You look like you were wrecked by wilderbeasts." Oh. Jisung had forgotten about all the hickeys and marks. Minho looks back up at Seungmin. "We get it, he's yours."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "It's not like that."

"That's okay. Luckily our Hannie looks pretty in anything. Or nothing at all." He smirks and it's corny but it still makes Jisung's breath catch in his throat. "Now, I still need another moment. But I'm sure you can wait just a bit. Maybe while you clean our baby up?"

Jisung inhales sharply, looks between the two of them. Minho is still prepping himself like no one's eyes are on him and Seungmin tears his eyes away from him to look down at Jisung again. A shudder wrecks through him.

"I'm sure he tastes good."

Those words send Seungmin down again, this time with his face between Jisung's legs, spreading him open and eating him out just as feral as he'd been when they started.

"S-shit!" Jisung gasps, fingers automatically tangling in Seungmin's hair.

"Gentle, Seungminnie. He's already sensitive, just go slow." Minho's voice is definitely more affected now, and when Jisung turns to look, he sees he's now also fisting his own cock lightly, a barely-there hold that has him rolling his hips into his own fingers. Jesus fuck, Minho is majestic.

Seungmin groans but slows down, licking his own cum out of Jisung mixed with Jisung's slick, and cleaning him up as best as possible without actually getting too deep into him. It feels good and Jisung melts into the cushions, feather-light touches of Seungmin's tongue almost hypnotic, and so gentle Jisung doesn't have to fight his arousal, it just simmers down below where he can barely feel it and his eyelids grow heavy quickly.

What keeps him in the present is mostly Minho's movements and sounds in his direct periphery. He's using three fingers now, if Jisung can see clearly, he's breathing a little harder, eyes focused on Seungmin in between Jisung's thighs.

Jisung decides he could also take a look at Seungmin between his thighs, since Minho finds it so interesting. Not that Jisung hadn't, but he was feeling too sleepy to even think about it.

But he understands soon enough. Seungmin is still face-deep into Jisung's ass, but he's also rutting down against the nest, muscles tight, movements desperate, hair a mess. It's both hot and endearing.

Jisung's pretty sure he's never been cleaner in his entire life, if you don't count all the saliva, but Seungmin just keeps going and going.

"Okay," Minho says with finality, making Jisung's settled heart jump once again. He pulls fingers out of himself and spreads the excess lube on his own cock. Jisung can't believe this is his real life right now. "Kim Seungmin, stop."

As if pulled on by a leash, Seungmin stops and rises onto his forearms. He looks disoriented, like he truly lost himself there for a moment. Jisung wants to kiss him but there's no way he's sitting up right now.

So he watches passively as Minho knee-walks his way to Seungmin, silently indicating with his hand that he should turn over. Seungmin obeys, but still looks like he wants to bite Minho's hand off.

"I was gonna ask you how you wanted to do this," Minho says, nodding as he watches Seungmin up and down, as if he's pleased at what he sees. "But I think I'm gonna ride you."

Jisung doesn't hear Seungmin over his own gasp. He grabs the first large thing he can find nearby; one of Chan's blankets, and wraps himself up as best as he can before he wiggles his way into a better position to watch.

Seungmin and Minho are only looking at one another, seemingly in a silent staredown, which is interesting even during normal circumstances, but with both of them naked and their dicks hard, is absolutely enthralling.

The result has Seungmin sighing, shoulders dropping slightly. "Okay. But hyung, I..." he trails off, hesitates, fists clenching. Just like he did at first when he was worried about hurting Jisung.

"You won't hurt hyung," Jisung says, hopefully helping. "You didn't hurt me, Seungmin. You're more in control than you think."

Minho looks from Jisung to Seungmin. "Oh. Worried about that?" Seungmin nods, lowers his head. Minho doesn't let him, though, taking Seungmin's chin into his hand and making him look up into his face. "What if I tie you up?"

Jisung and Seungmin's eyes must grow wide at the same time. Minho looks completely serious, unbothered.

Seungmin recovers. He sneers. "I'm not a dog."

Minho smirks. "No. But why are you blushing right now?"

Jisung smiles a little to himself, not wanting to interrupt now. Seungmin is blushing.

And then they're silent again. These two look like they could go an entire day in a staring contest, meanwhile Jisung would be talking their ears off if he wasn't tired and trying to stay out of the way.

"Look, we try it. If you don't like it, you can probably just free yourself anyway. Alpha rut strength is a real thing."

Is it? Damn. Jisung should have pushed Seungmin a bit more to see a demonstration.

Minho looks around the nest until he finds a couple of scarves; one Changbin's the other Innie's. He motions for Seungmin to scoot up, closer to the foot of Minho's bed, and then silently puts his palm out to ask for Seungmin's hand.

Seungmin only hesitates a second before he gives it.

Minho ties his wrists to the foot of the bed using both scarves in a complicated knot that Jisung's tired brain can't follow, but it doesn't look too tight. And if Seungmin hulks his way out of it, then so be it.

Seungmin seems to relax more now, still trembling slightly but clearly more in arousal than anything, if his expression is anything to go by. He glances at Jisung briefly and Jisung smiles reassuringly.

Minho seems content with the way everything looks, so he crawls his way down and straddles Seungmin, to both Seungmin's and Jisung's shock. Obviously that was the way it was heading, but seeing it...

"Good?" Minho asks. Seungmin tugs on his restrains a little and nods. "Okay. So you're gonna take me like a good boy?"

Jisung's body is so glad to be resting, but his mind is kinda wishing to go again.

Seungmin inhales sharply, rocks his hips up a little and grunts. "Hyung."

"I know, I know it hurts." He reaches for the lube again, discarded to the side. He pours some on his hand and warms it up before slicking up Seungmin's cock with it, making Seungmin arch his back and groan. He looks so pretty tied up, helpless yet strong. "Hyung's gonna help." He massages the base of Seungmin's cock with his thumb and two fingers and Seungmin nods, eyes closed and a moan escaping him. Minho probably knows what feels good, from experience. "Such a pretty cock, hm?"

God, Jisung isn't the one being praised in that condescending tone and still he feels his face warm up. Seungmin flushes too, trying and failing to hide his face.

Jisung watches mesmerized as Minho raises himself up a little and lines himself up with Seungmin's cock. His eyes close too, and he lowers himself slow and then slower, hands on Seungmin's chest, keeping him down even when he struggles a little against the scarves. It's clear he could free himself if he wanted to, the fabric stretching around his wrists a little too much. But he doesn't.

Minho sits against Seungmin's thighs finally with a sigh and opens his eyes. "You feel good, Seungminnie." He turns to look at Jisung and it'd been so long Jisung's almost surprised, heart picking up. "Hannie's so lucky he got to have you all this time."

Seungmin groans into his arm, turning an even prettier shade of red.

"But now it's my turn."

Minho starts moving, grinding on Seungmin's lap with slow movements, thighs flexing enticingly. It seems to be just what Seungmin needs, judging by the way he moans, high and whiny, reminding Jisung of himself. He isn't sure what would be more detrimental to his health, if fucking Minho or letting Minho fuck him like he'd already experienced. He hopes he can compare the two soon.

Soon, Minho is going faster, not just grinding but bouncing on Seungmin's cock, looking blissed out himself but fully in control.

"You were being so stubborn, you know," he tells Seungmin, who finally rights his head and opens his eyes. "Just a stubborn pup who was too good for the rest of us, huh?"

Seungmin whines for real and it's beautiful. Jisung could have never made him whine like that. Maybe only Minho can.

"N-no," he chokes out.

"No?" Minho rakes his nails down Seungmin's chest. "You're not too good for Hannie?" Seungmin shakes his head. "Not too good for me?" He shakes his head again. "Then you're just good enough. A good pup?"

Jisung can't pick up his jaw off the ground. It's everything he didn't know he needed. And maybe Seungmin thinks so too, because he keeps moaning no matter how red he gets and how much he shakes his head in embarrassment.

Minho smiles, and it's soft. He pushes Seungmin's sweaty bangs off his forehead. "Really good. Our new baby alpha that won't be so stubborn from now on."

Seungmin nods this time, chest heaving, hips jerking as he tries to fuck up into Minho even if Minho is already doing a great job of it. "Hyung!"

Minho tuts. "Already, Seungminnie?" Seungmin groans and closes his eyes again. This might be the hottest thing Jisung's ever witnessed. "I think you can hold off, though. It'd be good for you, makes you drain more energy later so the rut calms down easier."

Jisung should really do some more research because there's a lot he doesn't know. Then again, he's always been better at hands-on learning.

"Also, I'm not done yet and you don't want to leave your hyung high and dry, right?"

Seungmin shakes his head. Jisung can really sympathize with him because Minho asking him to hold off until he can come himself would only turn Jisung on more. Maybe he should help distract Seungmin somehow.

Jisung wiggles his way to him, lying on his side next to Seungmin and immediately laying a hand on his chest. Seungmin looks thankful when Jisung shuffles up to kiss him, lips hungry and eager when they start making out right away.

"You two are the prettiest things," Minho's voice says, hand moving to cover Jisung's on Seungmin's chest.

Jisung pulls away but doesn't look at Minho, keeps his eyes on Seungmin's soft, unfocused ones. "Are we prettier than Felix and Hyunjin?"

Minho laughs. "Well, if you put it like that.... You're always the prettiest, Hannie. I'm sure everybody else would agree."

Jisung snorts. He was just messing around, he hadn't expected Minho to actually answer. "Except Changbin."

"True. Changbinnie would probably throw a fit."

Seungmin raises his head to capture Jisung's lips again and Jisung melts into him more, using his free hand to scratch at Seungmin's scalp.

He feels Minho speeding up, leaning on Jisung's hand and Seungmin's chest even more. His breathing is also becoming more erratic, little noises escaping him that remind Jisung of their time together. He suddenly wants to be on Minho too, kiss him and touch him and make him more vocal.

But Seungmin needs him. He's progressively getting sloppier, moans breaking off their kiss, little whines that demand Jisung's attention.

"Are you desperate, Seungminnie?" Minho asks. Jisung pulls away, slightly lightheaded, in case Seungmin wants to answer. He doesn't, though. "I'm still debating whether I should let you knot me. It's not like I can spend all day sitting on your pretty alpha knot. I have things to do and places to be, you know."

Seungmin groans. Jisung looks up at Minho in amusement. He knows Seungmin's next knot will probably last very little, they all do, but Minho obviously can't waste an opportunity to tease.

"Please," Seungmin says, voice breathy and rough.

Minho leans closer, still fucking himself at a steady pace. "What was that?"

"Hnngh- I- please!" He rocks his hips harder, meeting some of Minho's thrusts. "I want to, please!"

Minho smiles, but it falters when a particularly hard thrust makes him moan. "Of course. All you had to do was say so." He leans back again, one hand on Seungmin's thigh, the other swiftly wrapping around his own cock. "And make me come first."

Seungmin's next moan is visceral, almost a growl, and Jisung has to sit up to watch this properly, eyes widening at the impossibly hot picture in front of him. Seungmin tries his best to fuck into Minho from his position now with minimal help from Minho, and even though he looks so good, he's clearly struggling, getting more frustrated by the short range of motion.

And so he snaps.

Ripping away from the scarves with core-quivering strength, Seungmin's hands fly free and land on Minho's hips with a loud slap. Minho curses loudly at the same time as Jisung gasps, feeling his insides squirm, cock jumping up painfully but finally interested. He can't close his mouth, just watches in awe as Seungmin grips Minho so tightly his knuckles turn white and fucks into him rough and desperate, almost making it feel like the entire room is shaking with the force of it.

Jisung has a fleeting thought about what might be going through Felix and Jeongin's minds outside, if they're still there.

But it disappears quickly because he's never seen two people embody the definition of 'fuck' so perfectly before, not even in porn. It feels like something is awakening in him, but he doesn't know what, didn't know there was anything left to awaken.

Minho fists his cock hard and fast as Seungmin keeps up the insane pace, both their eyes scrunched closed, both their mouths parted as filthy sounds escape into the air, and-

"Ah! Kim- Fuck hnng! Seungmin!" Minho comes a split second after, thick ropes painting Seungmin's unblemished chest white and prompting Seungmin to open his eyes. If he hadn't Jisung would have gone over and opened them for him because he needs to see this, needs to witness Minho coming apart in front of them, squirming and arching his back, hand flying over his cock to ride out his bliss as he moans unabashedly.

And even before Minho is truly finished, Seungmin siezes up as well, whining and moaning high in his throat and then his hips stutter and he gets the last few thrusts in, emptying himself inside Minho before his knot inevitably leaves them both immobile, rutting and panting in tandem for a few more seconds.

Jisung isn't sure if he should be crying or praying to some deity, but he's just had a religious experience.

He is afraid of even blinking lest he misses something else, even the small sighs as Minho and Seungmin's bodies settle back, Minho leaning on both of Seungmin's thighs and Seungmin similarly letting his hands drop to the top of Minho's quads. They keep their eyes closed for a moment and Jisung can truly drink them in, smiling a little to himself.

When they finally catch their breath and open their eyes, they both first look to him, making Jisung blink in surprise.

"Hi," he says lamely.

Minho hums and blinks slowly, eyes hooded. Seungmin smiles a little and then reaches a hand out to Jisung. Jisung takes it and moves closer, settling in on Seungmin's side again.

Minho looks down at them. Shifts from side to side a little, as if testing something.

"Good knot, Seungminnie."

Seungmin groans into Jisung's hair. "Hyung, stop!" Jisung laughs.

"What? It's a compliment!"

Seungmin huffs. "You're okay, though?"

Minho waves him off. "I've been knotted before."

"I liked it," Jisung supplies, because it feels so easy to jump in. "Even the longer one." Seungmin looks embarrassed, but not nearly as much as before. Jisung kisses him to ease his mind, and it's softer this time, Seungmin like putty underneath him, letting Jisung lead.

When he pulls away Seungmin keeps his eyes closed, a content sigh pushing past his lips. Minho stops balancing himself back and instead sits up straight, making Seungmin squirm.

"Tired?" Minho asks, poking Seungmin's cheek. Seungmin immediately leans into the touch, though, and before Minho can pull his hand away, Seungmin grabs a hold of his wrist and keeps him there.

He looks at Minho's hand for a moment before looking up at Minho. "Can I... scent you?"

Minho's neutral expression doesn't change as he nods. "Of course."

Right away Seungmin rubs his face on Minho's wrist, bringing it lower and lower until he has it against his scent gland, nuzzling into the inside of Minho's wrist. Seungmin grabs Minho's other wrist and repeats the process. Jisung isn't touching Minho but his scent is so near as it mixes with Seungmin's and he feels like he's sinking into a warm, sweet pool of flowers and vanilla. He feels so calm.

"Cute," Minho says with a small smile. "Seungminnie hadn't asked to scent me since he was a teenager in the other dorm."

Jisung gasps in delight. "He used to?"

Seungmin glares at Minho, face red. "Shut up."

"He'd come to my bed and climb in and ask to scent each other."

Jisung wants to squeal so badly.

"I only did that like... twice," Seungmin defends but keeps scenting Minho nonetheless.

"But now that he's a big boy he doesn't visit me anymore."

Jisung huffs a laugh and raises himself on one arm. "Aw, I knew it! You love hyung!"

Seungmin glares at him now. "No I don't." And then he pulls Minho down using the grip on his wrist so Minho has to lean over him and Seungmin captures the back of Minho's neck to bring him even closer and rub over his scent gland. Minho hmphs and huffs but lets him.

Satisfied with his work, Seungmin lets Minho go. He doesn't go far, though, stays hovering above Seungmin, hands on either side of his body. Jisung could watch them for hours.

"You should kiss."

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it. The other two turn to look at him, Seungmin with slightly widened eyes and Minho with curiosity.

"I just mean... you haven't. And you'd look good kissing. Just saying." He smiles and leans with his elbows on folded thighs so he can rest his head on his hands.

Does this entire thing make him a voyeur?

Minho and Seungmin look back at each other, Seungmin still blushing, Minho with a smirk that is definitely indication that he's about to say something.

But before he does, Seungmin beats him to it. "Don't. Whatever it is, I don't wanna hear it." And then he pulls Minho down into a kiss.

Jisung watches with delight as Minho's eyes widen for a second before he huffs into the kiss and then leans into it, kissing Seungmin back like it's a competition. It's not lost on Jisung that Seungmin's mouth has been literally over every part of Jisung's body, but Minho doesn't seem to mind, just keeps trying to capture Seungmin's bottom lip between his teeth.

They pull apart almost at the same time. Jisung wonders if they decided who won or if it was just a tie.

"Okay," Minho says, breathless. "Now everybody drink at least half a liter of water before you pass out."

Jisung is in charge of getting the water bottles and once again doesn't realize how thirsty he actually is until he starts drinking.

"You should eat something too."

Jisung shakes his head. "I'm not hungry."

"And I'm not eating while I'm still inside you," Seungmin says, handing Jisung back the bottle.

"Fine, you princesses. Then I- oh," Minho cuts himself off, looking at Seungmin, who shudders.

Jisung looks down at where they're joined as if he can actually see anything. "That was fast."

Minho stays there for a second longer before he slowly raises on his knees to get off Seungmin, cum dripping out over Seungmin's pelvis as Seungmin hisses softly.

Minho flops to the side dramatically, stretching and twisting like a cat as he often does. "I'm exhausted."

"No, you're not," Jisung says because he knows him.

Minho's head rolls to the side and he grabs an article of clothing nearby. A cardigan. "Hey, when did you take this? I've been looking for this!"

"Sorry, hyung. It's real estate now, belongs to the nest. You have no legal claim over it now."

Minho exhales loudly and glares at Jisung, dropping the cardigan back to its place. "At least offer me a kiss for it!" He says as if Jisung is the unreasonable one.

Jisung smiles teasingly. "You don't have to beg, hyung."

"Forget it, I don't want it now."

"Well, now I wanna give it!"

Jisung worms his way into Minho's space despite his (not really) pushing arms until he can plant a big, loud kiss next to Minho's lips. Minho gives up then, arms flopping over Jisung's frame and allowing Jisung to try again, kissing him for real this time.

He'd nearly forgotten what it was like to kiss Minho but the memory comes back swiftly. Jisung melts into it, feeling up Minho's soft and warm chest and letting his weight rest on him. He's tired, but a lot better than he was before.

When they pull away Seungmin is staring at them, soft and unreadable, his hair messy. He really looks very dog-like sometimes.

Jisung can't help but notice he's no longer ragingly hard, only half mast, so maybe that's why he no longer looks like he wants to tear his skin off.

"Feeling better?" Jisung asks and Seungmin exhales slowly and nods.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You don't need to thank us." Jisung extends a hand to him to he lies down with them, settling on Jisung's other side. "We like helping."

"And to be fair I think Chan hyung still holds the record for most stubborn alpha, so you're good." Minho gets comfortable, grabbing the dwaekki pillow to prop himself up a little more.

"You mentioned that before," Jisung says. "What happened?"

For a moment Jisung thinks Minho won't explain further but then right away he starts talking about the time Chan went into rut but returned too soon from the 'decreet' hotel, claiming he was fine because they had a performance that night. Apparently he wasn't fine and Minho had to wrestle him into accepting his help.

"And that was with drugs in his system, can't even imagine what he would have been like otherwise." Minho raises his head a little to look past Jisung at Seungmin, who's listening intently as Jisung plays with his fingers. "You took anything?"

Seungmin shakes his head. "Got the pills in my room. I was gonna take them if things got too bad on my own."

Minho shakes his head. "Stupid."

"What do the pills do exactly?" Jisung asks before they can start bickering again.

"Tame you," Minho says. "They calm everything in your nervous system and make your blood less thin so you don't get hard as easily. Basically and anxiolytic combined with an anti-boner pill."

Jisung snorts. "I imagine there's something like that for heats. The doctor mentioned something."

"It's same one. But they make you feel kinda awful so a lot of people avoid them if they can help it."

Jisung leans his cheek on Minho's shoulder. "What about Lix? Have you been around for his rut?" Jisung knows Felix presented just last year, like Jeongin too, so he has probably gone through two ruts max.

"Oh, no, Yongbokkie is as feral as they come. He took the pills and went to the place the one time he was here. And he was in Australia the next, I think."

Jisung still hates the idea that any of the members being without each other at one of those places.

Maybe Minho reads his mind, or just sees it on his face. "It's not that bad. Sex toy technology is really advanced, you know."

Jisung huffs a laugh. He tries not to imagine how that looks like.

"What about... Hyunjin?" Seungmin asks, surprising both Jisung and Minho.

Minho smirks and it's all it takes for Seungmin to roll his eyes.

"Been thinking about Hyunjinnie, have you?" When Seungmin doesn't answer Minho continues. "I did help Hyunjin once. Gets unbelievably clingy. Me and Yongbok got him through it."

The mental images are doing nothing to appease Jisung's growing arousal. He's getting harder, but neither Minho nor Seungmin have noticed yet.

"We may need to again soon," Minho continues. "His rut won't be delayed forever."

"Is he okay?" Seungmin had been withdrawn from the others so much, it looks like this is the first time he's hearing about this.

"He's fine," Jisung assures him. "Just stress."

"And if you want to kiss him I'm sure he'd more than welcome it, Seungminnie."

Seungmin reaches across Jisung to slap Minho's arm. Minho gasps and pushes him back, not too roughly, but jostling Jisung too while at it.

"Ya! Don't fight when I'm in the middle!"

"Why? You might get turned on?" Seungmin quips right away, suddenly looming over Jisung, hand over his ribs.

The room falls silent. Jisung's eyes widen, taking in the way Seungmin is looking at him, serious but also teasing. He's so distracted by it that he doesn't notice Minho sneaking a hand down his body until he's suddenly grasping Jisung's hard cock and Jisung jolts and gasps.

"He's already there," Minho says, drawing Seungmin's eyes down to where he starts stroking Jisung slowly.

Fuck.

His breath leaves him in a whimper that turns into a moan when Seungmin makes him turn his head to the side and buries his face in Jisung's neck, breathing him in and scenting him again, as if Jisung didn't smell intoxicatingly like him already.

But Jisung isn't complaining. He pulls Seungmin closer while he looks at Minho, head turned to him, and silently asks for a kiss. Minho gives in, of course, kissing Jisung while he keeps touching him, still very light and gentle, but enough to make Jisung pant into the kiss. It doesn't help that he now feels Seungmin's renewed hardnes pressing against his thigh.

"Seungmin," he says when Minho pulls away enough. "I'm good- I'm ready to go again-" He didn't even know he was going to say that, but it suddenly seemed important that Seungmin knew.

Seungmin growls as he gets his hands on Jisung's waist, face moving down his body until he sucks Jisung's nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," Jisung says, almost disoriented with want. He keeps one hand on Seungmin's head, the other uselesly grabbing at Minho's arm.

Minho gets close again, rubs his nose against Jisung's, but Jisung doesn't believe the cute act for a second. "How do you want it, Hannie?"

Jisung can't think, doesn't care. He shakes his head from side to side like a maniac. "Anything, anything!"

Minho hums. He looks down at Seungmin, making even more marks over JIsung's old ones. "I think if Seungminnie's feeling more confident about his level of control..." he trails off, giving Seungmin a chance to pull back and look up, eyes dark with lust. "then he could fuck you into me."

Jisung almost hacks up a lung on his next inhale. "Yes. Yes. Can we do that? Can I handle that?" He genuinely doesn't know. He might die. But if Minho thinks it's a good idea who is Jisung to judge.

Seungmin seems to like the idea too, enough to lean back on his haunches and pull Jisung to sit, slapping Minho's hand away from his cock so he can position Jisung on his hands and knees instead, hovering above Minho and with Seungmin behind him.

Jisung can almost expect it before it happens; Seungmin leaning down to eat him out again, licking the slick out of Jisung.

"Hmmph!" Jisung lets his head drop between his shoulders and tries not to let his arms give out.

"He really likes that, huh?" Minho asks, his voice coming as if from far away despite only being inches away. "Fuck, where the hell did we leave the lube?"

Clearly still listening, Seungmin rumages somewhere around him, not pulling away from Jisung even for a second, and then he's extending the lube bottle towards Minho who takes it easily.

"Thank you." He pours some on his own fingers and reaches down between his spread legs. "I have to do everything myself around here."

Despite the teasing tone, Jisung whines. "Hyung! I can- I can do it, let me-"

Minho slaps Jisung's hand away and Jisung thankfully returns to balancing himself in all fours, because even for a second just one hand seemed tricky. "I'm kidding, Sung-ah. You just stay there and look pretty."

Jisung doesn't know how pretty he can manage to look when Seungmin's decided to ruin him with his tongue and Minho's below touching himself, lips pink and shiny from biting them.

"Don't take too long, Seungmin," Minho says the way he might if Seungmin was about to take a shower.

So Seungmin only takes about two more minutes which feel like two hours because Jisung is shaking from head to toe, anticipation building behind his pelvis, but when Seungmin finally straightens up and raises on his knees behind Jisung, Jisung realizes what's truly about to happen.

"Okay, okay," he says anxiously, looking over his shoulder and then looking down at Minho. "Do I go in first or-?"

"No, let Seungminnie go first." Minho pulls his fingers out of himself and slicks up Jisung's cock with the same hand and Jisung shudders. He nods.

Behind him he feels Seungmin grip his hips and pull his cheeks apart, and without much preamble he pushes into Jisung again, familiar and comforting by now. Jisung groans and arches his back but Seungmin pushes him forward the slightest bit and he remembers what he's supposed to do.

With Seungmin fully sheated inside, he leads Jisung down and forward. In front of him Minho scoots up and reaches for him, one hand on his waist guiding, the other effectively pulling Jisung by his dick, not roughly but enough to make Jisung feel a little useless, a little like a toy, and a lot warm all over.

It doesn't help when Minho directs Seungmin. "Keep him steady." He leads Jisung's cock to his entrance, Jisung's arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up , even if Seungmin's helping. "Okay. Push him into me." The head of Jisung's cock breaches Minho and he gasps, the stimulation already too much. "Good, more more..." Minho's voice cuts off on a groan.

Fuck. Jisung's going to die.

He grunts in relief when he's in all the way, thankfully only on his forearms now, head against Minho's shoulder.

"Good job," Minho says. Jisung doesn't know if he means Jisung or Seungmin or just in general, but Jisung preens anyway. He hopes Seungmin does too.

They haven't even moved an inch and Jisung is already overwhelmed in the best way possible, nerve endings on fire all over. Minho's heat sucks him in and Seungmin pushes him into it, filling Jisung so perfectly that he almost doesn't feel like he's three orgasms in already.

He lifts his head to look at Minho, face flushed and pretty but calm. He looks at Jisung for a second before he looks over Jisung's head.

"Whenever you're ready," Minho says, both hands on Jisung's waist as both of Seungmin's cling just below on Jisung's hips.

Characteristically silent, Seungmin doesn't need anything else to comply. He pulls back a little and the slides back into Jisung, the drag exquisite.

The next time he does it, he pulls Jisung back with him, making Jisung slide out of Minho just enough and then they're both plunging forward, making Minho gasp.

They build a rhythm like that, not too fast or rough because it feels like a perfectly balanced act that could fall apart if they're not careful. It's still so much from Jisung's perspective, feeling so much pleasure from both ends, being surrounded so fully, and then also feeling himself heat up every time he falters in between them but they hold him, fucking down and up into him as if Jisung is but a thing they're sharing to pleasure themselves.

Why does he find that so hot?

He doesn't realize he's barely holding himself up until Minho makes him raise his head from the crook of his neck. "You good, Hannie?"

Jisung nods dumbly. "Yeah 'm good," he knows he's slurring but he doesn't care. "'s good."

Minho smiles and kisses him, as if Jisung could handle kissing right now.

"Don't fade. You feel so good in me. And you're making Seungminnie feel so good too. Do you want to come?"

Does he? Jisung tunes into his body and finds that yeah, he does. How did MInho know? He hadn't even noticed the feeling was bubbling underneath the surface. He nods, whines. "Want you to come too."

"We will," Minho assures him.

Behind him, Seungmin picks up the pace a little, small grunts and puffs of air leaving him. "Jisung's so good. So good for us."

Jisung whimpers, feels his hips jerking into Minho, finally doing some work himself as the pressure inside him increases.

"True. So pretty and good. And his baby alpha takes care of him so well."

This makes Seungmin grip Jisung harder, pushing and pulling, making Jisung fuck into Minho as he himself buries deep inside Jisung on every thrust.

Jisung doesn't know how much longer he can hold on, hot, thick pleasure now boiling inside him, faster and faster to match Seungmin's movements. He can feel Minho clenching around him too, wanting, wanting, wanting.

He moans, nuzzles into Minho's neck. "Hyung, hyung!"

"What?" Minho asks, annoyingly casual.

Jisung can't be coherent under these circumstances. Much less when Seungmin leans over him, nuzzling into the back of his neck and pushing his face further into Jisung's space so he can get at his scent gland and nose at it insistently.

"Yes, Seungminnie. Fuck him- ahng... fuck him well." Minho reaches past Jisung, presumably to pet Seungmin's hair, chest heaving with every breath as he rolls his hips too, tiny movements that not only help Jisung fuck into him, but also rub his neglected cock on Jisung's belly. A sharp pain on his shoulder makes Jisung hiss but it melts into heat when he realizes Seungmin bit him. Minho's hand and foream suddenly takes it's place, though. "Here, here, pup. Bite me instead."

Jisung doesn't know if Seungmin bites Minho's arm or not, Minho's expression doesn't reveal it, but he wants to say that there's no need, he can take a little pain, he's not that weak!

He doesn't get to, because Minho kisses him again, hungrier this time, finally looking like he's losing it a little. He pulls away and looks into Jisung's eyes, one hand on his cheek. "You're ready to take Seungmin's knot?"

Jisung keens, nodding furiously, and Seungmin moans as he speeds up with a finality that has Jisung shaking, loudly crying out every time Seungmin nails his prostate and Minho squeezes around him encouragingly.

He doesn't need any more encouraging, he lets go.

Electrifying pleasure spreads everywhere until he can't help but chase it, incoherent, erratic, hips seaking both heat and hardness as he loses control of his body and just lets himself be used, moans rattling out of his chest as he gets jostled around, fucking and fucked into, until he feels wet warmth spreading between his and Minho's body and realizes Minho came first. He rides it out with a choked sound and clenches around Jisung so hard it's the final pull of the thread and Jisung empties himself inside him and the world becomes white static.

He barely registers Seungmin unraveling as well until his swollen knot presses just right inside Jisung, drawing out Jisung's bliss just that much more before he loses sense of reality for real.

When he comes to, he feels so warm and comfortable he can't bring himself to move at all, not even open his eyes. He slowly tries to notice everything around him, how good his body feels pressed between Minho and Seungmin, how full he is, how incredible they smell around him.

Also how quiet it is.

Minho's hand is the only thing moving, petting Jisung's hair gently, and he also feels Minho's other arm moving somewhere above him, so maybe he's doing the same to Seungmin.

Seungmin, who, Jisung now realizes, is draped over him fully, head on the back of Jisung's neck, nearly his whole weight pressing Jisung down and it feels so good.

Minho's body below him is just as welcoming, warm and soft but firm too, even if maybe Jisung is starting to tell Minho can't breathe so well. "Hnng. Okay. Okay, enough."

Jisung groans, finally moving just to bury his face on Minho's neck.

"No, come on, I'm not a fucking mattress."

"Then why are you so comfortable," Jisung mumbles, not really caring if Minho understood him.

"You too," Minho tells Seungmin, his petting turning into insistent tapping. "Get off him so he can get off me."

Seungmin stirs. "Can't. We're locked." Seungmin slurs even more than Jisung, if that's possible.

Minho huffs. "I'm glad I can finally say this to you, Kim Seungmin: you're just a dumb alpha."

Seungmin's body shakes twice with contained laughter. "You too."

Minho grumbles, whispers something about how at least he isn't 'fucked dumb', and tries to push Jisung off him unsuccessfully. But just as he gives up, Seungmin shudders and Jisung feels the knot go down. He tries not to feel too disappointed at how quick that was.

"Did it go down?" Minho asks, too acute for his own good.

"No," Jisung lies, still not moving.

Seungmin doesn't answer but he does exhale loudly before he pushes himself off Jisung. Jisung whines as the loss, even more so when Seungmin pulls out of him right after and then rolls to the side. Minho breathes in relief and this time when he pushes Jisung off, it's more effective.

"Okay, okay..." Jisung pulls out of him slowly, feeling wet and sticky all over, but more than anything he just wants warmth again, so he lets Minho guide him to his side and towards Seungmin, who opens his eyes when he feels Jisung trying to cuddle up to him and opens his arms for Jisung to crawl closer.

He settles happily into Seungmin's chest, sighing. "Hyung, come cuddle."

Minho is sitting up, looking down at them. "We all need to shower."

Jisung is so happy when Seungmin shakes his head along with him.

"Yes. Before you pass out. Come on, it's disgusting in here."

Seungmin and Jisung cling more to each other, shaking their heads and Seungmin even tries to cover them both with some blankets he's pulling in between the mess of clothes.

Minho yanks the blankets away. "I don't get paid enough for this. I'm calling in reinforcements. Get decent if you don't want to be seen."

That gets their attention. Seungmin flushes red but looks too exhausted to fight it. He pulls on the blankets again and covers himself and Jisung, even past their heads.

Jisung, on the other hand, just feels excited for more members to be around. Should they call Chan and Changbin and Hyunjin too?

He hears Minho make his way to the door. "Jeongin. Yongbok-ah. Can you come in here?"

Distantly Jisung hears doors opening.

Seungmin holds him closer inside their makeshift cocoon, the blanket feeling like their own private temporary cave. "Thank you, Jisung," he whispers quietly so not even Minho can hear.

Jisung smiles, holds Seungmin's face so he can look into his eyes. "No need. I had fun. I like being with you."

"Me too. You're not so bad."

Jisung huffs on his face. Rubs their noses together annoyingly, trying to look as cute as possible. "Just say you love me."

Seungmin pulls his face back but not his body, not letting Jisung go even when Jisung coos at him.

Before they know it, the fresh scent of mint and grass is wafting into their space. Jisung smiles, peeks his head out the blanket and turns to look as Seungmin hides his face into his neck.

Felix and Jeongin stand at the door, eyes wide. Felix is grinning while Jeongin just looks shocked and bashful, face quickly reddenning. Minho stands just inside, clearly not giving a fuck about his state of nakedness.

"We need to get them clean. You each take one and I'll handle the nest."

"Can't we just plop them in the tub together?" Jeongin asks, hesitant.

"Are you crazy? Look a them, they'll drown."

Felix actually giggles and moves further into the room. "Come on, you heard hyung."

So together they hoist Jisung and Seungmin to their feet. Jisung isn't sure how he's standing. He also doesn't like it that they take him and Seungmin to different bathrooms but he does melt into it once Felix gets him under the warm water. Felix talks to him, mostly to keep Jisung awake, he says, but also because he wants to know details even if Jisung is a lot more mush than he is person right now and can't give much more than a, "T'was so good."

He wonders if Seungmin and Jeongin are talking at all. Wonders if Jeongin had even seen Seungmin in that state of nakedness before.

Seungmin doesn't mention anything when they meet again, back in Minho's room, in a slightly less cozy nest since so many things were thrown into the washing machine, but it's still comforting; Jisung can tell Minho tried to make it nice and organize it a little.

And then the man himself returns, freshly showered, clothed from the waist down, and with food; the stew he'd been making earlier.

They're forced to eat, "even if I have to shove the spoon down your throats." And then they finally get to lie back, comfortable, warm, and so content Jisung is falling asleep before he knows it.

He does, however, notice that Minho is about to leave but Seungmin grabs his wrist and silently asks him to stay. So he does.

And a while later he's once again on the verge of dreamland when he hears whispers, and he wants to tune them out and keep snuggling into Seungmin's chest, but he realizes it's not Minho or Seungmin, but Felix's low voice he hears.

"...you sure?"

"Yeah. Come in." He feels as much as he hears Seungmin's voice, the rumble of his chest next to Jisung's ear.

Jisung is still too boneless to move, but he feels their presence and smells Felix and Jeongin as they get into the nest as well. They don't disturb Seungmin and Jisung though, so he images they settle somewhere around.

Even more content than before, Jisung lets sleep claim him, eyes heavy, body heavier, hoping his dreams are half as nice as his reality.

Chapter End Notes

GUYS IT'S JEONGIN NEXT! I AM SO EXCITED! But even though he's the last pokemon, it won't be the final chapter because I have some things planned! Rome wasn't built in a day and I guess the same can be said about an ot8 pack lmao

Let me know what you thought of this chapter and if you have any guesses or expectations for jeongsung!

Thanks for reading and commenting <3


Jeongin


Chapter Summary

There's one person in the group Jisung hasn't done anything with. There are no excuses, there's no convenient ruts or heats or anything that would bring them together.

So Jisung does it himself.

He's gotta catch 'em all, right?

Chapter Notes

The wait is over. The last Pok"mon is here. I'm sorry it took a while but it's been busy! But hopefully the extra long chapter makes up for it.

If you see that there's only 10 chapters instead of 12 now, it's because I decided to end the official storyline in the next chapter (spoiler: the title will be "Pack") and then I'll add the other stories I had planned as bonus chapters and make it all part of a series in this universe. Will I ever get tired of making combinations with different members railing Jisung? Doubtful. I already don't want this to ever end!

Endless thanks to Northstories for reading over, correcting, providing ideas, being the best hypeman and generally coparenting this fic with me. I love you.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

When Jisung wakes up the next morning, Seungmin is still sticking like glue to his back, no matter how sweaty and disgusting Jisung got during the night. He already needs another bath, but that can wait until later. He's going to enjoy every single second of Seungmin wanting to be close to him.

He does, however, realize that someone is missing. He feels it in the air, smelling less intense than it had the night before.

Jeongin is gone.

Jisung opens his eyes, the morning light barely able to stream through Minho's curtains, but enough to take in the rest of the nest in front of him. Indeed, Minho and Felix are curled up around each other, Felix looking like he forced his way into Minho's arms, and the rest is empty. Jisung wonders if Jeongin left in the middle of the night or if it was a more recent thing. And he also wonders why.

But then Seungmin makes a sleepy, groany and rumbly noise and Jisung's eyelids feel heavy again, so he inhales deeply and lets himself be lulled back to sleep.

-

It's easy to think that things go back to normal after Seungmin's rut, but it's not quite like that. They do all go back to work and their daily routines, or as much as a routine one can have in the fast-paced world of entertainment, but there's so many new things sprinkled throughout those routines that Jisung can't really say everything is back to normal.

It's not really normal to wake up with Hyunjin in his bed, having crawled in the middle of the night to sleep with Jisung. It's also not normal for Chan and Changbin to be so playfully touchy with each other that Jisung has found them wrestling in the living room twice in the past week, the air thick with sexual tension afterwards.

Then there's the other dorm's inhabitants and their not-normal new behavior like Seungmin and Minho bickering in low whispers in the dressing room before a photoshoot, or the way Felix has been eyeing Chan more and more each day, as if trying to send a completely obvious and not at all subtle hint that Chan still manages to miss, maybe on purpose if his red ears are anything to go by.

Then there's Minho and Changbin.

"I knew that the day Minho and Bin finally hooked up, we'd all be doomed," Chan tells Jisung as they both chill in his nest one afternoon listening to some new samples Chan is trying out. Chan is so close to Jisung, their thighs touching, scent mellow as they relax together.

Doomed is maybe a strong word, but Jisung can see Chan's point. Changbin and Minho were already not afraid to be openly flirty and forward with each other before, so now that they have obviously hooked up... Well, things are intense whenever the two of them are around. Butt slapping and chest groping don't even begin to describe it.

"I think they knew once they started they wouldn't be able to be chill," Chan continues. "I swear to god, someone is gonna notice one of these days."

Jisung smiles. He doesn't want anyone who isn't a member to see them, clearly, but he's kind of happy that he's the reason they finally decided to give it a go. Not to pat himself on the back, it maybe would have happened anyway without him, but Jisung presenting as an omega has certainly changed some things. Mostly for the better, he'd say.

Though, maybe someone doesn't seem to agree.

Unlike Seungmin, Jeongin doesn't isolate himself from the others in such obvious ways. He's never liked skinship, except maybe with Felix every once in a while, because no one can say no to Felix, and he's always been a little shy so it's not like he's acting out of the ordinary. But when everyone else is walking on this new line where meaningful eye contact and lingering touches abound, Jeongin sticks out like a sore thumb.

And that's fine. That's entirely 100% okay. Jisung just wants to know if Jeongin himself is cool about it.

"Did Innie say anything the other day when hyung and I were helping Seungmin with his rut?" Jisung asks Felix as they laze about in his room after work one afternoon. Felix wanted to show Jisung his new sound system.

Jisung had long since given Felix all the details about what went down that day, but Jisung had forgotten to ask about Jeongin.

"Uh, well, not really. After hyung went in, he and I kinda stayed in the living room, awkwardly staring into our phones as you got fucked within an inch of your life." Jisung smacks Felix with a pillow. "Tell me I'm lying! Anyway, I couldn't take the tension any more and asked him if he wanted to talk about it or something... Honestly I can't remember everything super well, I was so hard and horny."

"Lix!" Jisung laughs and shakes Felix's shoulder annoyingly. "Focus!"

"There's not much to tell! He said no, went into his room, and probably masturbated as much as I did. I didn't see him again until hyung called us to help bathe you two."

"You don't know if he jerked off."

Felix gives him a skeptical look. "It would have been impossible not to. You three together plus Seungmin's rut pheromones were impossible to ignore."

Maybe that's true. Jisung tries not to think too much about Jeongin jerking off, because it doesn't seem right, although Jisung's curiosity is definitely peaked.

"Man, I can't believe Seungminnie got to knot you first. I'm so jealous." Felix throws himself down dramatically on his bed.

Jisung snorts and pokes his belly where it's showing below his t-shirt. "Shut up. You know you'll do it too."

Felix smiles and rises on his elbows. "Wanna make out?"

Jisung blinks at him. Felix's lips are red and shiny and his eyes are big with mischief.

"You're a menace," Jisung tells him before he leans in and Felix squeaks in delight.

-

The more days go by, the more Jisung's curiosity about Jeongin consumes him. It isn't lost on him that he's the only one Jisung hasn't done anything with, which makes Jisung feel childish but he can't help it; he wants the last Pok"mon.

The only problem is that the last Pok"mon seems to be avoiding him like the plague.

Ever since Seungmin's rut, Jeongin barely looks Jisung's way, and when he does he cuts it off quickly and goes somewhere else.

Jisung has never been a quitter, though.

He sits next to Jeongin whenever there's a chance, goes over to his room and tries to make small talk when he's in the other apartment, he sends him memes and videos he thinks Jeongin would like, and he dotes on him more than ever.

Minho calls him a kiss-ass. Jisung doesn't care.

"Iyen-ah! I'm bored!" He pushes Jeongin's phone away from his face. It's okay, he's only playing a game as they wait to record a new Code episode.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Jeongin pulls his phone back up in front of his face.

"Entertain me! It's your job as maknae!"

Jeongin ignores him and twists in his seat to face away from Jisung. The nerve.

When he does, though, the back of his head faces Jisung and Jisung gets a whiff of Jeongin's lovely hair.

"Why do you smell so good?" He asks, scooching and inhaling closer to Jeongin's hair. His own minty scent combined with his shampoo is soothing and comforting and reminds Jisung of his nest at home.

Jisung goes to grab Jeongin's arm but just as he does Jeongin stands up and Jisung falls forward on the couch.

Without a word, without even turning to look back, Jeongin walks away, leaving the room. Jisung remains there, embarrassed. He knows he isn't Jeongin's favorite person; that might be Felix, but is it really so hard for him to be around Jisung?

No matter how much of a non-quitter he is, Jisung can take a hint.

"Hannie," Chan's voice says from above. Jisung turns over and flops back onto the couch.

"I know."

Chan stands there, looking down at Jisung with a fond but exasperated smile. "Don't take it personally."

Jisung pouts. He wants to take it personal. He wants Jeongin to like him.

But if he doesn't, Jisung has to accept it too.

"Kiss me?" Jisung asks, because Chan is right there and his lips look really good after getting his makeup done.

Chan cracks a tiny smile, looks around to make sure there are no cameras or undesired people, and leans down to press a soft kiss to Jisung's lips. Jisung sighs into it, but it ends too fast. He whines.

"Needy baby." But it's not from Chan, it's from Hyunjin who was apparently watching the whole thing from across the room. Chan blushes.

"I'll find Innie, we're probably gonna be called soon."

Hyunjin smirks at Jisung and Jisung smirks back.

"Stop teasing him and just do something," Jisung tells him. "He's literally not going to reject you."

"I know, I know. I'm just having fun."

Jisung rolls his eyes. At least someone is.

__

So Jisung backs off because he's a sensitive person who takes into account other people's feelings.

Also, he's drunk.

Not that that has anything to do with it. Apparently drunk Jisung just likes to think about how nice he is.

Seungmin's birthday falls on a Saturday with no other schedules and it's the perfect excuse to drink together and pretend like they're not overworked for a little bit. Plus, Jisung loves drunk Seungmin.

Drunk Seungmin is giggly and mouthy and filthy , telling dirty jokes, and now that he has sex on the regular, (his words) talking about things that even make Minho blush. But to be fair, drunk Minho gets flustered easily.

"And then Changbin hyung bent Minho hyung in half and-and did you know how flexible hyung is?" He asks Hyunjin, who's right next to him fondly gazing at Seungmin like he's the most entertaining thing he's ever seen. Hyunjin simply nods and waits for Seungmin to continue, but Minho speaks first.

"Kim Seungmin. We should have never let you watch. I'm gonna smother you."

"Good. Let's try that."

Jisung chokes on his laughter. Changbin is somewhere else talking to Chan and Felix so they don't know his take on the situation, but the idea of him, Seungmin, and Minho doing things together is absolutely thrilling.

But Jisung's attention is drawn to the only missing person in the room.

His feet carry him around, even though he's stopped bothering Jeongin, but he wants to know he's okay. He seemed to be having fun earlier when they were having shots, but maybe too much fun means he's dizzy or even throwing up?

Jisung checks the kitchen, the two bathrooms, and when he's walking down the hall he stops by Jeongin's room and listens. The door is nearly closed, so clearly Jeongin doesn't want to be bothered. Jisung walks away.

"Hyung?"

Jisung stops. He turns around. He didn't imagine that, right? Jeongin's voice came from inside his room.

He peeks into the dark room and sees Jeongin sitting on the bed. "You okay, Iyen-ah?"

He nods. "You? I smelled you out there."

Jisung opens the door a bit more. "Yeah. Just... taking a walk, I guess."

Jeongin stares at him for a long second. "You can come in if you want."

Jisung's heart speeds up, stupid, he knows, but he can't help it. Jeongin inviting him into his room is the most interaction they've had in days.

He sits next to Jeongin, hearing the others' murmurs and laughs outside. It's nice and calm in here, and Jeongin's room is always so organized and smells clean and fresh, unlike Jisung's messy one. They should have never been roommates.

"... Felix is so loud!" Seungmin's voice can be heard rising briefly before someone shushes him and more laughter ensues. Jeongin snorts.

"He's sure having fun," Jeongin says, a lopsided smile. "I'm glad."

Jisung smiles too. He wonders if that's why Jeongin left, if they were being too vocal about sex and it made him uncomfortable. "Yeah. You know how he gets." He waits a beat, debates saying more. "Are you sure you're okay, though?"

Jeongin nods, leans back on his elbows. The line of his body is so alluring with the way the streetlight enters through the window, but Jisung mustn't focus on that right now. "Yes. I don't mind-" He cuts himself off. "I just... wanted a moment, I guess. But I'm okay, hyung. Don't worry about me."

Jisung nods. He won't worry, then.

Jeongin drops back to lie fully and Jisung takes it as an invitation to do the same. They both smell like alcohol but it's not overpowering their natural scents. At least not Jeongin's.

"So, um... Will you be helping Hyunjin hyung with his rut?"

The question takes Jisung aback for a moment, stomach swooping, but he plays it cool because it's a completely normal question to ask, right?

"Oh. Yeah. We, um, we talked about it. Minho hyung and Lix will help too." Jisung remembers the conversation, as well as the way Hyunjin fucked him afterwards, rushed and desperate since they had to leave for work in fifteen minutes. He feels his cheeks heat up at the memory and clears his throat. "Why?"

"Just curious, I guess. Since you helped Seungmin hyung." Silence. "It's good they don't have to go to one of those places, then."

Jisung nods. "Yeah. Between you and me, I kinda hate the idea of any of you guys there all alone. Or with someone who isn't one of us. Maybe I shouldn't feel that way but... Yeah."

Jeongin shifts, head lolling to he side to look at Jisung. "You feel... Jealous?"

Jisung has been trying hard not to think about that word. He used to think he was a jealous person, or he would be if he ever found someone to be jealous about. He thought his insecurities would light up like crazy if he ever had a significant other, but since that never happened the way he imagined, well, jealousy has taken on a different meaning now that he's doing whatever it is he's doing with the others. "I guess. Protective. I know I shouldn't but-"

"No, I get it," Jeongin answers right away. He looks serious, somehow. Silence. He looks away from Jisung. "I didn't like going there when I had to."

Jisung threads carefully, not wanting to scare Jeongin off. "It doesn't sound that great. Even though Minho hyung said the sex toy technology is really advanced." He laughs awkwardly and preens inside when Jeongin laughs too.

"Not that advanced. I busted through two fleshlights on my first rut." Jeongin doesn't seem to have realized exactly what he said until about two seconds later, eyes going wide and cheeks reddening, even in the low light.

Jisung, though, is downright malfunctioning. He blinks and blinks and blinks, but can't get rid of the visuals. Jeongin, body flushed and sweaty, pent up and frustrated, literally breaking a fleshlight as his-

Jeongin's embarrassed groan breaks Jisung out of his dangerous train of thought. "I'm so drunk." He huffs out a laugh.

Jisung snickers. "You're not. You're just a lightweight."

Jeongin scoffs. "Who you calling a lightweight? You weigh nothing. I could literally carry you right now."

God, yes, that would be so hot. "Doesn't mean you're not also a lightweight."

They both giggle. Jeongin is so funny like this, more forgiving of Jisung's lingering touches, less flinchy when Jisung scooches closer. His eyes focus on Jisung more.

And then it hits Jisung like a bag of bricks to the balls. There's tension. There's definite tension between them and it isn't just Jisung being a drunk, hopeful idiot. Jeongin is staring at him, eyes flicking down to Jisung's lips for a second, and then-

"You and Felix hyung have kissed, right?"

Jisung's brain scrambles to figure out why Jeongin is asking that, as well as to find an appropriate answer, but all he can think about is the fact that Jeongin was thinking about kissing. Jisung's heart is beating so fast he can feel it in his entire body.

Before he can as much as get his mouth working, Jeongin speaks again. "Of course you did. Sorry. I don't know what I'm saying." He laughs again, self consciously. Licks his lips. Jisung can't stop staring, the tension not gone. "I, uh... I have kissed him too."

Jisung's eyes rush back to Jeongin's shy ones. He tries and fails not to gape. "You- you have?"

Jeongin nods softly. "Once. A year ago." A whole year? And Felix said nothing to him? He's dead to Jisung. Until tomorrow, at least. "We were drunk too." He giggles.

Jisung feels the tension thicken even more and he's nearly choking. He isn't being stupid, is he? Jeongin is thinking about this. About them. About kissing. Jisung should go for it, no matter how much his insides rumble with nerves. It's a good idea, right? He's reading this situation correctly?

"Also Seungmin hyung," Jeongin rushes out in one breath before Jisung can decide what to do.

Okay, what now?

"What?" Jisung does move his head back now, trying to look at Jeongin better.

Jeongin looks even more shy, but he nods. "The other day during his rut." He covers his face with his hands and makes a strangled noise. "When I helped him shower."

Jisung melts down, getting closer to Jeongin again. He's so warm. "That's so sweet."

Jeongin doesn't say anything else. Jisung doesn't push him, only admires his hands from this short distance, the way the veins leading up to his fingers are so visible and marked. The texture of his knuckles, both rough and soft. Even the spaces between his fingers is attractive, somehow.

Slowly, Jeongin lowers his hands, peeks at Jisung. Jisung tries to look as passive as possible, as if the knowledge that Jeongin has kissed both Felix and Seungmin isn't still spinning inside his mind like an out ofcontrol hamster.

"You don't need to be shy, Iyen-ah," he smiles. He doesn't know whether what he's about to say would put Jeongin at ease or not, but his sluggish brain seems to think so. "Not with me. I've... been with all of them."

Jeongin's blush seems to deepen. His eyes flicker down to Jisung's lips again and there is that warmth, spreading through Jisung's chest and stomach. "Y-yeah." He gulps. "Right."

Jisung scooches closer, their noses almost touching. Jeongin would never let him get so close under normal circumstances so Jisung tries to make the most of it, admiring Jeongin's features from up close. When did he get so... handsome?

Jeongin looks back for a moment that could be a second or maybe ten, and Jisung thinks it's really going to happen, butterflies going crazy inside him.

"We should... go to sleep," Jeongin whispers. Jisung feels it ghost over his lips.

Jisung almost makes a sound that he thinks would have more than likely come out wounded, but he doesn't. He just nods softly.

"Yeah. Okay. I'll leave you to it, then. I told Seungmin I'd sleep in his room tonight." He waits another second. Just one more to enjoy this moment. It still sounds like things outside are calming down and everyone will be ready for bed soon.

Jeongin snorts a little. His nose scrunches up cutely. "And he was okay with that?"

"If I have to force him to cuddle me on his birthday, I will." He grins and finally pushes himself off the bed. With just a few more centimeters of separation, Jisung already misses having Jeongin so close to him he could taste his minty scent on his tongue.

The world spins slightly less than it did when he first entered the room, but his mind is a hamster wheel.

"You need me to take you over there?" Jeongin asks as he also sits up in bed.

"Please. I'm not that drunk."

"Hmm."

But when he stands up he wobbles and Jeongin steadies him, so maybe Jisung should stop talking. They both giggle a little and then Jisung takes some uncertain steps, by himself, towards the door.

When he's about to leave, he turns around, looks at Jeongin. "Goodnight Iyen-ah."

Jeongin blinks and then he's standing up far too quickly for someone who seemed to be drunk, and reaches Jisung so fast Jisung's heart doesn't have a second to understand what's happening. "Hyung." He looks down at his hands and then up at Jisung again. "I'm probably going to regret telling you this tomorrow, but... I don't care." The hope shoots up Jisung's chest like a lit firework. "I do want this. Just so you know." The firework goes off. "But... maybe just... slowly?"

Jisung nods and nods and nods and at one point he realizes he needs to say something. "Yes. I mean, yeah. Of course."

Jeongin nods again, cheeks flaming. "Okay. Goodnight, hyung."

And then he leans down to kiss Jisung's cheek, lightning fast, and Jisung feels the firework-sparks raining down around him.

He walks out of the room like a zombie, feeling both like a fool and the luckiest person in the world. He hears some people still talking, but he ignores everything and just crawls into Seungmin's bed, feeling like his bones are made of rubber.

Luckily, Seungmin comes in not two minutes later, after Jisung's been replaying his conversation with Jeongin and the kiss on an endless loop.

"You okay?" Seungmin asks, getting into bed with Jisung. He smells like flowers and toothpaste and face cream.

Jisung nods and curls up to him, pulling on Seungmin's arms to drape them over himself. Seungmin huffs but lets him. "Yeah. I'm great."

Jisung sighs and relaxes. Seungmin slowly gets more comfortable too until it doesn't feel like Jisung is forcing him, they just hold each other like that.

"You didn't brush your teeth, did you." It's not even a question. Because Seungmin already knows.

"Happy birthday Seungminnie," Jisung sing songs and buries his face in Seungmin's neck.

-

Leaving Jeongin alone is harder than Jisung had thought. He wants to annoy and tease him very badly, but he thinks it's better to leave him to come to Jisung. Like a wild baby, fox, if you will.

"He's not actually an animal, you know," Changbin tells Jisung when they're at the gym and Jisung is talking too much. About Jeongin, among other things.

"I know," Jisung says. "He's just as cute, though."

"Aw, cute baby calling another cute baby cute!" Changbin drops his one hundred and plus whatever kilograms on the floor and goes to pinch Jisung's cheek. Jisung bats his hand away.

"You're cute too, Binnie hyung! Stop fishing for compliments."

He puts Jisung on a headlock and Jisung would be lying if he said this doesn't awaken something in him ever since he's no longer living the virgin life.

Thankfully, he doesn't even usually have to ask nowadays.

"I think we have time," Changbin says, tone darker, voice lowered. Jisung's heart picks up.

But yes, he can be patient and wait for Jeongin to come to him whenever he's ready. Jisung's never felt so many butterflies just when looking at someone, though. He's glad he doesn't live with Jeongin or it would be torture.

Iyenie


Hyung do you have my green sweatshirt

no

wait let me check

oh yes i remember now

sorry Iyen-ah it smelled so good i couldn't resist

It's okay hyung

Just wanted to make sure I didn't have it here

I'll bring it back if you need it

It's fine

Also, um

Sorry about the other day

I was drunk and stupid

I'm really embarrassed about telling you all those things but it was all true, though.

You were not stupid you were really cute

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Sorry if it ever felt like I pressured you in some way.

I'm not gonna lie, it did feel like that for a bit, but not just you. I just kind of felt like the odd man out for... you know...

Yeah

Sorry Iyen-ah. There's no pressure for anything. You don't have to do anything just because others have.

I know

I do want to, though

I just didn't want it to feel like I was doing it just because everyone else had

But I can't say I'm not affected by the whole... vibe

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We can tone it down! I'm sorry I never thought about it

It's fine I don't mind

I mean it's embarrassing sometimes

But I don't hate it or anything

I just... need more time maybe

That's okay. There's no rush to do anything

I want to kiss you, though.

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Sorry I just had a stroke

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Hyung don't be silly

But I'm always silly Iyen-ah!

Ugh

What are you doing?

Right NOW?!!!!

I'm on my way back from vocal practice. You can bring my green sweatshirt and meet me in the hall to your apartment

I'll be there in five

ALKFJKLAFDJLKAN

Jisung grabs the green sweatshirt and is out the door so fast Chan gives him a weird look but Jisung doesn't explain anything; he knows Jeongin wouldn't want anyone to know.

He waits patiently, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. He sees the elevator go to the first floor and then start climbing up floor by floor, his heart beating wildly.

And then it opens and Jeongin is there.

His hair looks windswept, black facemask covering half his face. He's so handsome and Jisung needs to get it together; it's not like he actually confirmed he wanted to kiss Jisung right then. If he needs more time that's-

Jeongin pulls off his mask before the elevator's even finished opening all the way and he closes the distance between himself and Jisung in two long strides, capturing the back of Jisung's head and pulling him up to kiss him.

Jisung flinches like he's been burned, but he accepts it right away; let himself be burned if that's what it takes. He drops the sweatshirt to wrap arms around Jeongin's neck, mint and outside air and just a little bit of sweat, maybe from walking too fast. Was Jeongin nervous? Excited?

It's chaste and dry at first, but it still sends sparks all over Jisung's body. For all the times he's teased Jeongin about kissing him, he never thought it would actually feel like this. His lips are soft and smooth as they glide against Jisung's, and then when Jisung tries to push a little and open his mouth, Jeongin only hesitates for a second before he takes over again, licking into Jisung's mouth like he'd been holding back. Jisung groans and Jeongin fists the hair on the back of his head.

Jisung feels like he's soon going to start trembling embarrassingly if he doesn't stop, so he tries to slow the kiss down because Jeongin said he wanted to take things slow. And Jisung is good. Jisung can be patient.

Jeongin slows down too until they're just brushing their lips against each other, breathing hard. It must not have lasted more than a minute but Jisung is reeling all the same. He untangles himself from Jeongin when he also lets go of Jisung's hair.

"Here," Jisung says, voice rough, picking up the sweatshirt from the floor.

Jeongin is blushing. "Thanks."

They stand there for a second.

"If you want to come in, we were gonna watch a movie later."

"That's okay. I'm gonna head home, hyung gets pissy if we don't go to dinner when we said we would." Jisung snorts and nods. "But I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Cool. See you tomorrow, Iyenie."

Jeongin puts on the sweatshirt right away and smiles when he waves goodbye from the elevator. Jisung feels like such a fool when he comes back to the apartment with an unwavering grin and the rest look at him like they know exactly what went down.

But no one says anything, luckily.

And then the next day, seeing Jeongin again it's so much easier than it has been the previous weeks. He isn't shying away from Jisung anymore, he makes eye contact, he jokes around, he even let Jisung ruffle his hair once before hair and makeup. They're back to normal, Jisung thinks.

But once again, normality has suffered a shift all around them because when Hyunjin starts hovering around Jisung more and pulling him into his lap in the dressing room, no one bats an eye, but Jeongin stares, more than usual. The scent around Hyunjin is thickening by the day, ripe with his upcoming rut, and his behavior shows it as well. It makes Jisung warm all over, not only from the pheromones but from being sought after and kept around like something... special. Hyunjin is more touchy with all of them, even Jeongin to his dismay because Hyunjin is already obsessed with him on a regular basis.

But it's particularly intense with Jisung.

"Hyunjin, you're digging your elbow into my stomach!" Jisung tries to get free but Hyunjin just wiggles around more, pushing his elbow more into Jisung's body.

"Jeongin-ah!" Hyunjin screeches, making Jisung's ears ring. "Stop looking and come join us if you love us so much!"

Jisung twists his head and looks to the side to find Jeongin indeed staring at them, only he adverts his eyes at the last moment now and reddens. Jisung finds him so adorable but he can't even speak properly with Hyunjin pushing him into the couch.

"Let's go!" Manager says from the doorway and Hyunjin finally gives him a break. He apologizes silently by helping Jisung stand and smoothing out his clothes. Or maybe it's an excuse to grope him, Jisung isn't sure anymore.

What he is sure of is that Jeongin hangs back a little as the others start filing out of the room, and Jisung feels immediately lighter when he realizes he did it so he could walk out with Jisung. Is he jealous, somehow? Jisung doesn't care if he is, as long as it makes Jeongin want to be closer to him.

"What are you doing later, hyung?" Jeongin asks, apparently casual. "Any plans?"

Jisung can't help but smile. "Nope. I was gonna watch anime until I passed out."

"Wanna do that at mine instead?"

And he says it so seriously, so casual still, that Jisung can't help but bite back a squeal.

"Yes."

Jeongin rolls his eyes. "You're so embarrassing, hyung."

"You still want to hang out with me."

Though, Jisung can't really call what they do hang out.

It's making out, pure and simple. Jeongin pulls Jisung into his room so fast there's no time for him to greet anyone else, and then he's being sat on the bed and kissed within an inch of his life. Rushed. Fast. In fact, the opposite of slow. Almost as if Jeongin knows that if he doesn't do it like this, he will lose his nerve.

Well, Jisung can help with that.

He tries to be bold and moves them both back against the headboard to be more comfortable, and this time he leans in first, slower, let Jeongin handle the consequences of his actions.

Indeed, he blushes when Jisung doesn't just join their lips right away and instead hovers just an inch away. Jisung is as impatient as they come, but if it gets him this reaction from Jeongin, he'll gladly start meditating to overcome his neediness.

"Hyung," Jeongin whispers, pulls on the front of Jisung's t-shirt.

Jisung can't help but smile. "I thought you wanted to go slow, Iyen-ah."

Jeongin huffs. "Not like this. You're a brat."

"I've been told."

When Jisung does give in, he melts completely. He realizes suddenly how despite the past couple of months, this is something new to him. Kissing just for the sake of kissing, with someone he hasn't done anything sexual with, with no intention of making it more than what it is. He loves all the experiences he's had with the others, but this feels special in its own way: it's what he thought he'd be getting eventually if he had a normal life, and it's nice he gets to do it with one of the members, too.

When lying on their sides isn't comfortable anymore, Jisung pushes just a little more and climbs onto Jeongin's lap, careful not to sit on anything or even look as to not make Jeongin uncomfortable. Still, when Jeongin groans and wraps strong arms around Jisung's waist, Jisung feels a spark of arousal shoot through him and it's like he's a teenager again. He tires to tame it down, not wanting to spook Jeongin with an erection or the scent of slick, but it's not gonna be easy.

Jeongin tastes so sweet, like toothpaste, but it's no stronger than his natural scent, which makes Jisung want to eat him up. He won't, though. But he also doesn't know when to stop a makeout session, seeing as this is his first one.

"Do you wanna-" Jisung croaks, eyes still closed, pulling in all his strength. "Watch something or..." Jisung could stay making out for hours, truly. Or maybe he couldn't. Maybe he'd melt into a puddle. But he wants to give Jeongin the option.

Jeongin exhales, chest heaving. "M-maybe..."

Jisung nods and kisses Jeongin just once more before pulling away.

"Wait." Jeongin pulls him back down, making Jisung's heart jump, but instead of kissing, he brings Jisung's neck to his face and rubs his face over his scent gland.

Jisung's eyelids flutter and he feels his cock throb with unexpected want, but he tames it down. "Iyen-ah!"

Jeongin holds him there with strong hands for another moment and then silently gives Jisung access to his neck as well. Jisung takes it without a thought, breathing in deeply and getting Jeongin's scent all over him.

"Hyunjin will smell you on me," Jisung says, more because he knows Jeongin is why about others knowing. "They all will."

"Well. Hopefully Hyunjin won't mind," he smiles and it makes Jisung warm inside.

Jisung shifts. "If anything he'll never leave me alone now. He's obsessed with you."

"Shut up." Jeongin seems genuinely shy at that, even though they all tease him about Hyunjin being obsessed with him. Is it the context of having Jisung on his lap while he hears it?

Jisung smiles and buries his face on Jeongin's hair. "But Iyen-ah! You're so cute!" He says in a perfect imitation of Hyunjin's voice, if he does say so himself. He makes the annoying noises Hyunjin makes and that's all it takes for Jeongin to wrestle him off his lap and pin him to the bed while Jisung cackles.

He's so strong.

Jeongin seems to realize the compromising position a second later and huffs. "Brat. Let's just watch one of your boring animes."

"They're not boring!"

"Old man animes."

"I'm only six months older!"

"Ancient. You have wrinkles already."

"Take that back!"

They watch a few episodes before Jeongin falls asleep, maybe not cuddling, but not not cuddling Jisung either, hand over Jisung's stomach and head lolling to the side near Jisung's shoulder.

-

"What are you doing later" becomes their thing. Or, at least, it feels like it after Jeongin uses it twice more to invite Jisung over to make out. Jisung is pretty confident everyone else knows what's going on but since no one says anything, Jisung feels like he's harboring a secret and is ridiculously giddy about it. Not that he wouldn't want to tell the entire world that he gets to kiss Yang Jeongin, but he also likes keeping it between them for now.

"Were you-" Jeongin starts, pulling Jisung more into his lap. He seems to have liked the position. "Did you run into Felix hyung outside?"

Jisung's brain cells are a little slow today. "Huh? Oh, yeah."

Jeongin nips at the corner of Jisung's lips. "You smell like him."

Oh. Jisung tries not to show it because it's probably not a big deal, but Felix did sneak in a kiss before Jisung walked into Jeongin's room and he himself went to hang out with Hyunjin.

"Do you like it?" He takes Jisung's bottom lip between his own. "Kissing him?" Jisung doesn't know how to answer. Jeongin doesn't seem uncomfortable at all, if anything he's more comfortable than he's ever been in this situation. His hands lower down to Jisung's hips and squeeze a little harder. "I remember it being... nice."

Oh. "Y-yes," Jisung pants because this whole thing is making him sweat. "Yes, kissing Felix is very... nice."

Jeongin pulls him even closer and Jisung ohs for the third time because that's definitely Jeongin's dick underneath him and that's definitely hard and that's definitely big.

Jisung gasps and holds onto Jeongin's strong shoulders, eyes wide only for a moment before they close when Jeongin pulls him into a bruising kiss, much harder and wetter than they've shared, now grinding against each other. Jisung wasn't expecting this to happen today, but he's definitely not about to watch a gift horse in the mouth.

He whimpers when something vibrates near him and it takes him far too long to realize it's his phone.

"Fuck," he pulls away reluctantly because his phone vibrating can only mean someone's calling, he has it in silence for everything else. Jeongin looks confused as Jisung rummages around the sheets until he finds his phone, the call already dropped.

Speaking of the devil. "It was Lix," he says, frowning. Felix almost never calls him, preferring to text. And he does indeed have like fifteen unanswered texts from Felix, plus from everyone else as well.

"Everything okay?" Jeongin asks, now sounding concerned possibly because Jisung is frowning at his phone.

Lixie &Ч


Ji

babe i know you're probably busy rn but you need to come home

Jinnie's rut started

He's asking for you.


Jisung blinks, taking in this information. This explains why he had the sudden urge to prepare the nest this morning. Maybe he's more attuned to the alphas aound him than he knows. "Shit. It's Hyunjin. His rut's started."

"Oh." Jeongin simply remains there for a moment, surprised. Then, he seems to kick into gear. "Oh, okay. Shit. You should get going."

Jisung nods, dumbly. He hasn't even processed the fact that he and Jeongin were fucking grinding into each other when now suddenly he's about to go to have a foursome with other members, one of whom is in his rut.

Jisung begrudgingly gets off Jeongin's lap and this time he can't help but notice how tented his pants are, but he doesn't want to embarrass him so he looks away quickly.

"I guess, let me know if you need anything? Any of you, I mean. The hyungs must be on their way." Right. Chan and Changbin were going to leave the apartment free for Hyunjin and the others so they would be coming here with Seungmin and Jeongin.

"True. We'll keep you all posted." Jisung takes Jeongin's hand and god, he can't be that shy, blushing because of some hand holding. He's so precious. "Thank you."

Jeongin walks him to the front door, still holding hands. He doesn't seem to mind Seungmin is somewhere around. "Bye, hyung. Good luck."

"Good luck kiss?" Jisung pushes a little because he thinks he can.

Jeongin huffs but pulls him by the hand, making Jisung stumble a little into his body. "You don't need it, but okay."

He kisses Jisung one last time and Jisung feels like he's going to float home instead of walk.

He runs into Chan and Changbin in the lobby and learns they're planning on going to the gym with Jeongin later, see if they can coax Seungmin into going too. Sounds like a fun evening, but not more fun that Jisung's. And he lets them know.

"Shut the fuck up," Changbin groans, trying to keep his voice low. "I am absolutely not jealous at all that you get to go into that room with them."

Jisung grins. "Aw it's not so bad, hyung. Didn't you and Minho hyung had enough fun the other day? I could hear you."

"We could all hear you," Chan tacks on. "For a moment I thought one of you had gone into rut for real."

"How about you and Hyunjin making out in the kitchen like animals?" Changbin accuses and Jisung gasps.

"What?!" He can't help a big, silly smile. Chan looks flustered.

"Excuse me, it was a very tame and gentle first kiss."

Jisung squeals.

"You knocked over the flowerpot."

"You're just jealous he kissed me first."

Jisung could truly stay and watch them tease each other and join in forever, but he has other things to do as well.

"Bye hyungs!"

"Bye Hannie. Drink enough water!"

Jisung will trust Minho to have water and everything they need already.

And indeed, he does. When Jisung arrives, they're all in his room, in the nest, waiting for him. Hyunjin looks wrecked already, sweaty, naked, sprawled out in the nest. Jisung is nearly knocked back by the strength of his scent in particular, though, Felix's and Minho's are there too.

Hyunjin looks up when Jisung walks into the room, eyes big. Felix is half dressed next to him, petting his hair and Minho is still fully clothed, standing by the nest.

"God, you smell so much like Innie," is the first thing Hyunjin says, sniffing the air. "Come here."

Jisung does.

-

The next time he sees Jeongin, Jisung is still sore and tired, but that doesn't stop him from throwing himself at Jeongin who's just peacefully trying to tie his shoes.

"Hyung! Stop, you're heavy!"

"I thought I was light as a feather, Iyennie!"

"Right. True."

Jeongin finishes tying his shoe and then hoists Jisung up over his shoulder before getting to his feet and making Jisung yelp indignantly.

Across the room Seungmin and Changbin laugh at Jisung. Felix comes out of nowhere and smacks Jisung's butt that's now facing everyone when Jeongin parades him around the room despite Jisung's loud complaints and his own smacks to Jeongin's surprisingly firm butt.

"Put me down!"

"I thought you wanted to be on top of me?" Jeongin asks and it makes Felix snort and Hyunjin cackle. Even Seungmin smirks at them.

"That's not what Jisung-ah meant when he said he wants to be on top, Jeongin," Minho says, checking his phone like he isn't even paying attention to them.

Jisung feels Jeongin freeze. He himself blushes a little.

"I hate all of you," Jeongin declares and lowers Jisung to the floor.

"Hey, be nice," Chan says, conveniently lying on the sofa with his head on Minho's lap.

Still, Jeongin leaves the room. Chan gives Minho an exasperated glare.

"What? I'm sure he just had to go to the bathroom."

Jisung sits there, feeling a little disheartened. He hopes Jeongin isn't actually upset. Should he go check on him?

"Give him a sec," Seungmin says, of course reading Jisung like a book, despite actually reading a book right now.

Jisung nods. "Yeah." He takes out his phone, trying to distract himself other ways now that he doesn't have Jeongin around. They've been waiting to start recording for a morning show for a long time now and it doesn't look like it's going to be any time soon.

Before he can decide which game to open, though, a notification pops up.

Iyenie


What are you doing?

Second door on the left past the bathroom.


Jisung's heart steps on the gas, sending his body into overdrive already.

Jisung tries to school his expression into something passive and nonchalant. He waits a second. Then two. Looks around the others to make sure they've all gone back to whatever they were doing before.

He slowly gets off the couch, walks casually towards the door, and silently opens until he's out in the hall.

And then he takes off running.

He doesn't have to run much at all, but he can't help it, too excited for his own good. He ensures there's no onlookers when he gets to the door and slides inside quickly.

Jeongin is there, leaning against a shelf of cleaning supples. It's dark, but not enough to miss his general shape, the outline of his smile when he sees Jisung. There's also not a lot of room to miss him in.

"You okay?" Jisung asks before anything because despite his excitement he doesn't want to assume what Jeongin wants. "They were just joking around, you know."

"I know." His hand finds Jisung's forearm, wraps around it securely. "I'm not upset."

"Good. Good."

"You're good too?" He asks back, pulling Jisung closer, until their shoes bump against each other and they have to shift around until Jisung can stand between Jeongin's legs. "If you don't like me carrying you, you can tell me."

Jisung immediately shakes his head. "Oh, no. I don't mind. It's fun. I mean, it's... I don't know." He shrugs. "I like it."

"Yeah?" Jeongin's other hand curls around the side of Jisung's neck and Jisung shivers. He pulls Jisung to him gently and Jisung goes willingly, feeling his insides wobble like he's a virgin about to kiss someone for the first time.

"Yeah," Jisung whispers, lips now a breath away from Jeongin's. He holds onto Jeongin's jacket, hoping he doesn't wrinkle it too much and the wardrobe noonas get mad at him.

"Hmm," Jeongin hums before pressing himself against Jisung, lips, chests, lower bodies.

It's definitely more uncomfortable than Jeongin's bed, but there's something so hot about it, obviously because they're at work, hidden from everyone else, in a dark closet where everyone could walk in.

"Wait," Jeongin says, pulling away and quickly locking the door. Thank God at least one of them is smart.

He goes back to Jisung like a whirlwind, kissing and pulling him flush against him, the shelf rattling behind them worryingly, but not so much that they stop. Jisung wonders of Jeongin was affected by Minho's words in other ways, which would be understandable because Jisung was. Jisung is affected by everything.

For instance, he whines when Jeongin strays away from his mouth to nip at his jaw. He does it softly, though, not wanting to mark, but Jisung feels it in his core. Jeongin's hands, large and nimble, make their way to Jisung's waist and then after a moment of hesitation, one cups him though his jeans.

Jisung chokes on his next breath.

"Sorry, sorry," Jeongin takes his hand away. "I should have- I just wanted to-" He drops hos forehead on Jisung's shoulder.

"No, it's okay! I was just surprised, it's all! You can- You can do that again if you want."

Jeongin raises his head. Jisung can't see clearly but he thinks he might be blushing. "I do. I just... I haven't-"

"It's okay if you're a virgin, Innie." Jisung kind of figured. "We can take it slow."

Jeongin shakes his head. "No, I- I mean, yes I am one. But I've done this before, once." Jisung nods, lets him continue at his own pace even though curiosity is eating at him. Was it with Felix, too? "Remember I told you Seungmin hyung and I kissed during his rut." Oh. Seungmin? "When I was helping him bathe I guess his rut wasn't all the way over. He, um, got hard. He was really embarrassed. I didn't want him to be so I offered to help." Jisung's mouth is dry, so dry. "I only did him, though. He offered but I wasn't ready then."

Jisung nods, rubs on the side of Jeongin's arm. "That's okay. If you want we-"

"I'm ready now, though."

Jisung needs to stop nodding like a madman. "Okay. Okay. Okay. We can do that."

"I mean..." he starts, and cups Jisung through his pants again. Jisung doesn't expect it for the second time and he whimpers. "You're like this already. Can't go into work like this, can you?"

Jisung shakes his head, brain already melting out of his ears.

If the previous kiss was a whirlwind this one's a hurricane. Jisung is pushed up against some table he didn't even notice before, and a second later hoisted up onto it, legs automatically spreading to accommodate Jeongin who starts palming him again as soon as he can. Jisung snakes his own hand down Jeongin's chest and stomach, stopping to silently ask for permission. Jeongin nods encouragingly and Jisung swallows his grunt when he cups him.

Fuck. Fuck. Jeongin is big for sure.

They do this for a couple of seconds only because it escalated too quickly, ot maybe because they can't be in here too long without things getting suspicious. What if they call them in to record?

So soon Jeongin is undoing Jisung's pants and Jisung does the same to him. He wishes there was more light, though there's something exciting about only being able to touch.

They wrap hands around each other with twin moans. Dreaming about Jeongin's hands clearly didn't do them any justice in reality for how good they feel. He spreads the precum gathered at the tip of Jisung's cock and Jisung does the same to him. Feeling Jeongin's wetness makes Jisung's head spin with arousal.

"I-Iyenie," Jisung whimpers, his free hand curling around the back of Jeongin's hair.

"Good?" Jeongin asks the dumbest question in existence.

"`sso good."

He hums. Jisung loves it when he does that. "Was it good with the hyungs the other day, too?" Once again Jeongin manages to short-circuit Jisung's brain expertly. "During Hyunjin hyung's rut?"

Jisung whines. "Y-yes."

"Was he possessive?" He asks, hand twisting around the head of Jisung's cock. "Did he let anyone else near you?"

Where is this all coming from? Jisung is not going to survive. "He hogged me all to himself at first but- but when I was tired he gave me to Minho hyung to rest while Lix took care of him."

Jeongin groans, hand tightening around Jisung. Jisung is really trying to stroke him steadily but it's hard. "Did Felix hyung ride him?"

"N-no, he- hnng- Hyunjin fucked him from behind." Jisung's cheeks are flaming, but his entire body is so there's no need to worry. Yet.

"I bet they looked good."

Jisung tightens his hand too, matching Jeongin's pace. "So good. They all did. Minho hyung and Hyunjin too." Jisung can't seem to stop now. "They put me in the middle, sucking hyung off while Hyunjin fucked me." Jeongin's cock throbs in Jisung's hand. "Lix watched us and touched himself."

"Fuck! Hyung..." Jeongin moans and it's one of the most beautiful things Jisung's heard. He also has never been called hyung in such a filthy, affected voice but he likes it. Likes everything that comes out of Jeongin's mouth.

It feels good still but drier now that precum's not enough. Jisung's been here before, though. The others have taught him what to do. He bends his head down, leaning over both their dicks and hoping he's aiming at least somewhat accurately before he spits, first over Jeongin and then himself.

That's better.

When he looks up, he can make out Jeongin's eyes, staring at him like he's seeing him for the first time.

"What?" Jisung asks, suddenly embarrassed.

Jeongin answers by kissing him, both their hands resuming their very important actions.

It takes no time at all for Jisung to feel that familiar pressure building behind his pelvis. He tries to keep as quiet as possible but he's still moaning and whining into Jeongin's mouth.

"Wait, hyung," Jeongin says in between wet kisses. "We can't ruin our clothes." He uses his free hand to fish something from his back pocket; a handful of tissues. Wow, Innie is so prepared.

And for some reason that turn Jisung on even more.

He bucks up into Jeongin's hand, uses his calves to pull Jeongin even closer, keeping him trapped there between his thighs. He doesn't mention that he probably needs to change underwear anyway because he's slicking up so much. Maybe Jeongin smells it on him anyway. Jisung doesn't care, though, can't care about anything when Jeongin keeps stroking him and whispering encouraging things in his ear.

"You look so good too, hyung. I want to see you let go. Been wanting to see you for a long time." He speeds up just a little and Jisung can barely keep doing the same for him, whole body shaking. "I keep imagining you with the others. Fuck."

The thread holding him back unravels and Jisung comes with a moan he muffles on Jeongin's shoulder, still trying desperately to give Jeongin what he needs but too overwhelmed to focus properly, whining when Jeongin strokes him through it so well Jisung feels like it lasts forever until he's twitching and trying to hold onto as much of his consciousness as possible.

He's nearly doubled over himself when he feels Jeongin start to move again. He lets go of Jisung's spent cock and tucks him back in before he uses that same hand to cover Jisung's hand that's still wrapped around his straining hardness. Jisung blinks his eyes open and realizes that Jeongin's managed to catch almost all of Jisung's release in the tissues, and now he's using Jisung's limp hand to touch himself.

It's too hot.

Jisung whimpers weakly, tightens his hand a little and marvels at how Jeongin's hand covers his completely, guiding Jisung like he can't wait anymore and just needs to get off.

"Iyenie," Jisung groans, straightens up a little to look at him.

"You're doing good, hyung." His voice is strained in the best way possible, and he smells fresh and musky at once. Luckily they're going to perform and not do an interview because they're going to be sweating anyway.

Jisung tries to store some information into his useless brain, something about the way Jeongin likes to be touched so he can remember it later, but it's so hard when there's something so overwhelmingly hot about Jeongin using his hand like this.

Jisung shifts, sticky between his thighs, and pulls Jeongin even more to him with his legs. It only takes him pressing his lips to Jeongin's scent gland for Jeongin to choke and stutter, pulling away just a little so he doesn't come over Jisung's thighs and instead uses the same tissue to catch his seed, hot and thick as some drips on Jisung's hand, but luckily none on their clothes.

Jisung can't hold back anymore and kisses Jeongin again, slotting their lips together and needing to taste him, mingle their scents together a little bit more. Jeongin blindly tucks himself into his pants and tosses the tissues aside. Jisung has half a mind to lick their hands clean but he doesn't wanna stop kissing Jeongin, especially knowing they need to head back outside any second now.

And that second comes. Both their phones light up, Jisung's on the table behind him and Jeongin's in his back pocket, but it's dark enough to notice. They know what this means.

With a regretful sigh, Jeongin pulls away. They both zip up, further clean their hands with more tissues, and walk out.

In the end Jisung has to perform without getting a chance to change his underwear and it's not ideal but he wouldn't change a thing, no matter how many questioning glances he gets from the others. Jeongin looks particularly red on camera and the fans might think he's getting sick but it's okay. It's more than okay.

-

With Jeongin firmly stuck into his routine now along with everyone else, Jisung truly has little free time. Who knew sex could be so time consuming?

He has no regrets, though. It's not like he's fucking or being fucked 24/7 but he's definitely busier than a few months ago. Everyone is, really. Jisung even thinks there might be some progress in the Felix-Chan communication side of things. Jisung doesn't pretend to know all the details about everyone's relationships; he can barely keep up with his own, but just seeing the members talk and be close to each other makes him incredibly happy.

Jeongin is the only one who is just close with one person, though. Not that he isn't interested in others. Every time he and Jisung do anything, from just kissing to the slow progression of More, Jeongin never fails to ask him things Jisung is never in the right mind to answer properly.

"I heard you and Seungmin hyung the other day," he says as he pushes Jisung on the bed and drops to his knees.

"Innie, are you-"

"I want to. If that's okay." Jisung nods and so Jeongin gets his sweatpants off and his cock in his mouth faster than Jisung can even think. He moans and digs fingers on Jeongin's shoulders. Jeongin pops off after getting him wet. "Is this what you were doing?" He sinks back down.

"I- uh. Um. Fuck, wait." Jisung can't handle seeing Jeongin like this, mouth full and wet and so hot around him. "Y-yeah, we, um, he did this at first."

Jeongin nods, trails his tongue up Jisung's dick and massages the head. "Is he good?"

Jisung's hands go straight to the sheets because he doesn't want to hurt Jeongin by pulling his hair too hard. "Y-yes. He's so good too."

Jeongin doesn't miss the `too', clearly, and blushes a little as he takes Jisung down again.

"What did you do after?"

Jisung barely lasts three minutes.

The next time they find themselves somewhere they're not supposed to, it's the bathroom Jisung shares with Hyunjin and this time it's Jisung on his knees.

"Did Hyunjin and Changbin hyung hook up already?" Jeongin asks, petting Jisung's hair back, breathing labored.

Jisung looks at him, eyes wide and mouth full. He nods.

"Did you hear them? Or did they invite you?" Jeongin's eyes are so dark, so dangerous like this.

Jisung pops off, saliva trailing down his chin and Jeongin's shiny, beautiful cock. "I heard them. They were loud."

Jeongin nods, hisses when Jisung sinks down his length again. "I could imagine Changbin hyung being loud." He grabs a fistful of Jisung's hair. "And whiny. Like you."

Jisung chokes, the overstimulation of having Jeongin on his mouth, his cock stirring, his entrance leaking, and images of Jeongin fucking Changbin too much for him and he needs to breathe.

Jeongin pulls him off his cock and pets his cheek. "Be careful, hyung."

Jisung looks at him with watery eyes.

And then there's the time Jeongin decided to be that much more of a menace and catches Jisung just as he's about to go home, movie night with Minho cut short when Minho falls asleep. To be fair, they also jerked each other off so that may have contributed.

"Did he fuck you?" is the first thing Jeongin says after he pulls Jisung into his room and crowds him against the door.

"N-no." Jisung's getting hard again. He's truly God's bravest soldier. "We just-"

Apparently Jeongin doesn't need that specific detail because he shuts Jisung up with a kiss and then a few short minutes later Jisung finds himself completely naked and manhandled into sitting on Jeongin's face.

"Innie, please-" Jisung chokes out, trying not to be too loud. His thighs are trembling.

Jeongin gets his tongue as deep into Jisung as he can and then bites the sensitive skin of his ass. "Why do you taste so good? Fuck, I want to- I want to swallow you whole."

Jisung cries out when Jeongin attempts just that, licking and sucking and biting, taking all of Jisung's slick for himself. Jisung is tearing up, frustratingly grinding down and about to complain he needs more, he can't come like this after he's already come once, he needs-

Two long fingers push into his hole all of the sudden and Jisung nearly collapses from the shock, but Jeongin keeps him steady with his other hand securely around his thigh. "You're so tight, hyung."

Jisung can only squirm. Jeongin moves around until he finds Jisung's prostate, evident by the way Jisung arcs his back and squeezes his thighs around Jeongin's beautiful, breath-taking face.

"I want to see you loose, though," Jeongin speaks into Jisung's thigh because he wants him dead. "Want to see you after someone fucks you." Jisung keens, feels what he needed increasingly rapidly, pleasure settling in the bottom of his belly and spreading out. "What about..." he curls his fingers again, rubs, and rubs and- "Chan hyung?"

Jisung siezes up, lightning coursing through him as he suddenly comes hard and fast, first untouched and then into his fist as he rides out everything he's got.

Jeongin doesn't stop, though. His fingers keep pushing into Jisung, rubbing, twisting, insisting. Jisung shakes and shakes and shakes with overstimulation.

"Iyen-ah!"

"Tell me about Chan hyung," Jeongin asks, completely serious but also red in the face. He's asked about all the others by now, except for Chan. Clearly he'd been hesitant about it.

Jisung holds onto the headboard, even with his dirty hand, and tries to make his scrambled brain to work but he's too shocked as well; didn't know Jeongin had this in him.

And he likes it.

"H-he. Mmpf! Fuck. He's good!" Jeongin doesn't stop and Jisung's seams are all coming undone. He feels tears in his eyes, body going overboard. "He- he fucks me s-so well!" Jeongin lets up a little, no longer nailing Jisung's prostate mercilessly. "He's so soft and giving. He always wants to make me come again and again and then only after that he finally lets himself go and it's so hot and perfect and-" Jisung rambles on after that with more adjectives that probably make no sense but he's losing his mind, spent cock twitching and brain going foggy.

Jeongin eases his fingers out carefully, gently massaging Jisung's rim and then his butt cheeks, placing kisses all over his inner thighs.

When he's cleaned up and once again manhandled into being spooned by Jeongin, Jisung feels boneless and warm.

"Stay?" Jeongin asks him and yeah, Jisung wasn't going to leave anyway.

-

With a full day of work ahead of him, Jisung doesn't expect any members to make plans with him. Usually when they're so busy they all just go to sleep early or do something lowkey with the other members of the household as even the short walk to the other apartment takes too much energy.

And even though Jeongin has been regularly inviting Jisung over, Jisung doesn't expect it today.

Iyenie


What are you doing tomorrow?

right now?

No, tomorrow


Jisung was so used to the question being about the present time that he completely missed the "tomorrow" being tacked on the end there.

Iyenie


Oh, sorry, didnt see it

I was just gonna relax, i can come over

Do you wanna go get lunch?

I'm buying

WOAH is it my birthday?

ьч

Yes, Iyenie, I wanna go

Cool. See you tomorrow


Jisung smiles to himself and locks his phone before getting back to work. These songs are not going to write themselves.

The restaurant Jeongin wants to go to is right up Jisung's alley, laid back and simple but with a huge menu and enough privacy that they don't have to worry about anything but eating.

It had been a while since he and Jeongin had lunch together. Jisung really needs to get his shit sorted and be more aware of the passage of time because before he knows it it's going to be December again and the new year and he's running out of time for all the things he wants to do.

They have meat and side dishes and dessert and even coffee after, and Jisung loves talking to Jeongin, something he hasn't been doing much lately because of other activities .

Afterwards they take a walk, always making sure to use less-busy streets and keep their masks and caps on. They're not far away from home anyway.

"What you wanna do?" Jisung asks, leaning in to brush his shoulder against Jeongin's. "You're gonna head home?"

"Can we come to yours?" he asks. Nervous? He's brushing the palms of his hands on the top of his thighs, the way he sometimes does when his hands get sweaty.

"Yeah, of course. I think the hyungs and Hyunjin are away, though. They said they had plans."

"Yeah, I know."

Jisung frowns. "They told you?"

"Yep." He looks at Jisung like nothing's wrong, but Jisung knows him better than he thinks.

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head. "Why would there be something wrong?"

Jisung looks at him some more. Something's not right. Jeongin's stopped being so flustered around him now that they're more regularly doing stuff. Maybe he wants to do something new? The thought sends heat stirring inside Jisung's insides. They've also never really done anything in Jisung's room so maybe that's why-

Jisung's sure his face looks so dumb right now, eyes wide. Jeongin blushes. "What?"

"Did you- wait!" Jisung's brain's connecting more dots. Jeongin asked him out. Paid for everything. Suggested going back to Jisung's. He's shy and blushing. "Is this a date?"

Jeongin's shoulders drop. "Aish, hyung! Don't be so lame!"

Jisung starts laughing. "Me?! You're the one who invited me on a date and didn't tell me!"

"There was nothing to tell! Can't you just be chill?"

"So what did you want to do after our date, Iyenie?" Jisung bats his eyelashes. "Did you have something in mind?"

Jeongin scoots as far away from Jisung as possible. "Nevermind, I'm dropping you off and then I'm gonna go home."

"Noo! You went through all this trouble to make sure the others weren't there! You bought me lunch! You must have had something planned! Come on, tell me!"

Jisung knows he's being annoying but he thinks Jeongin can handle it. Jisung doesn't think he's going to scare him away anymore.

In a second Jeongin is up in his space again, hand tight around Jisung's wrist, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. "You really want me to tell you about all the ways I was planning on fucking you once we got to your room?"

Jisung's eyes go wide and he feels his blood freeze only for it to melt out and warm his entire body. Jeongin pulls away enough for Jisung to look at him. He smirks and looks dangerous.

Jisung flips the tables, grabbing Jeongin's wrist himself and dragging him away as quickly as possible. There's no time to lose.

-

When they make it home the place is empty as promised. Jisung can barely take off his shoes without stumbling, but as soon as he does he runs to his room, leaving Jeongin there in the entrance.

His nest isn't perfect. It could be fluffier. There aren't enough pillows. There aren't enough of Jeongin's clothes. He checks his closet for more, knowing he probably has some stashed away.

"Are you okay?" Jeongin asks from the doorway.

"You should have told me so I could have prepared this better!" He finds some shirts, pants, a glove, and a jacket, all Jeongin's.

"It looks good, hyung. Do you want some help?"

Jisung sighs. "No. There's not much to do anyway. I just wanted it to be prettier for your first time."

Jeongin walks further into the room and immediately wraps his arms around Jisung's waist. "I don't need anything prettier. I just need you, hyung."

Jisung suddenly feels as though he might cry. "Okay. Okay. Kiss me, then."

Jeongin does. He pulls Jisung to himself and kisses him so hard Jisung stumbles. Jeongin leads him somewhere, but it's not towards the nest and it makes Jisung feel confused but he trusts him. It's only when he hears the door clicking shut that he understands Jeongin just didn't want to break away from the kiss to go close the door.

With seemingly little effort, Jeongin bends down to scoop Jisung up, carrying him from under his thighs so Jisung wraps his legs around Jeongin's waist, never breaking away from the kiss even once. He gets spun around and pressed up against the door and Jisung swears he could die of happiness right then.

Only, hopefully not because he still wants to do more.

The heat in the room increases exponentially suddenly, Jisung feeling like he's suffocating. Luckily, it seems like Jeongin reaches the same conclusion because he starts mouthing down Jisung's neck, trying to reach places his sweatshirt is covering. Jisung makes the executive decision to break apart, if only to get rid of clothes.

When they're both shirtless, Jeongin latches onto Jisung's collarbones, sucking marks into his skin. Jisung squirms trying to get more, trying to get some friction down below too, eager. "Iyenie, please!"

Jeongin growls, biting Jisung's shoulder before pulling away from the wall to walk over to the nest. Instead of laying Jisung down, though, he sits, legs crossed, so Jisung's butt fits perfectly in the shape it makes and his legs can remain tight around Jeongin's waist. It's ideal, Jisung can grind down on Jeongin's filled cock and and still kiss him. Jeongin's hands map Jisung's entire back and then hold onto his waist, guiding Jisung's movements.

"Fuck, I-" Jeongin starts, lips still too close to Jisung's skin. "The scents here are too much."

Jisung pulls back to look at him, worried. "You don't like it?" He knows Jeongin's an alpha, but he's never seemed to have a problem with it. None of them did. Maybe he's more sensitive or territorial?

Jeongin nods. "I like it too much. It's why I never wanted to come here before today." He leans in and bites Jisung's bottom lip. "Thought it'd be too hard not to end up fucking you."

Jisung whimpers, feeling slick and precum finally become too much to stay confined inside his body and leak freely. "Iyen-ah! You can't just say that!"

Jeongin most think he very much can, because he continues. "It's also why I left the night of Seungmin hyung's rut. All the scents there combined, it was too much, I could only think about fucking you." He pushes Jisung back so he lies partly on the nest, partly on Jeongin's thighs. Jeongin undoes his jeans, pulls both those and Jisung's underwear in one go and Jisung raises his hips and untangles his legs from Jeongin to help him take it all off.

Jeongin undresses too, awkwardly and with difficulty because Jisung refuses to move away and give him enough space, but as soon as he's fully naked, Jisung wraps around him again, groaning when their cocks rub together.

"Fuck me, then!" Jisung's body singes everywhere Jeongin touches him and he's too desperate to be subtle now.

Jeongin grunts and squeezes Jisung's waist more in a placating manner than anything else but it still riles Jisung up. "Wait, hyung, we've gotta-"

"No, no" Jisung shakes his head, resolute. "We've done that. We've done it all before. I'm ready, I'm so wet, please!" He tries to rise so he can get Jeongin's cock under him, but it's difficult in this position and he doesn't want to untangle from Jeongin. "Please, I promise I'm ready!"

Jeongin's hold turns iron then, and Jisung's insides jump with joy. He lifts Jisung up and then holds him there. Jisung reaches behind himself to grab Jeongin's dick and rubs the head all over his leaking hole. "See? I'm good! I'm so good!" Jeongin shakes, hands holding Jisung not too steadily now, looking up at him like he's about to lose it, so Jisung doesn't wait or answer and simply pushes down slowly until Jeongin breaches him and they both moan.

"Yes, Iyenie, so good..." Jisung lowers himself slowly, Jeongin still holding him so he doesn't just plop down but letting Jisung set the pace. The stretch is noticeable, but perfect. Jisung's practiced now. He knows how much he can take.

Jeongin's eyes close and open, close and open, mouth parted, pretty tongue begging to be sucked, but Jisung wants to take this slowly if only for a moment.

Jeongin takes forever to fill him but once he does Jisung sits there, exhausted already. So, so full.

And maybe Jeongin is tired too, because he wraps arms around Jisung and they hold each other there, unmoving, sticky with sweat, and so warm they could melt there in the nest and no one would be the wiser.

But it becomes impossible to stay still. Jisung is suddenly keenly aware that while he's so close and smells so much like Jeongin, he still hasn't been scented, and that's his omega-given right.

He nuzzles against Jeongin's scent gland, rubs his entire face on it, and then gasps when Jeongin starts rocking back and forth, only a little, but enough to get Jisung's insides burning again. He throws his head back and lets Jeongin get at his scent gland too, and marvels at their scents mingling in the air, thick, sweet, minty fresh and citrusy. The undercurrent of everyone else is there, familiar, and even though Jeongin's scent has been there from the very beginning, Jisung still loves to have it like this, like a missing piece being clicked into place. And it fits so, so well.

They both start moving, slow and controlled since there's not too much range of motion, but it's still perfect, feeling Jeongin's cock throb deep inside him while Jisung tries to be so good for him, the way Felix was to Jisung that first time, the way they all were after.

Jisung pets his hair, clenches around him encouragingly, and then kisses him. It's familiar already, it doesn't make fireworks go off all over the place, but instead it settles deep into Jisung's belly and he keeps that feeling there with the others.

Jeongin breaks the kiss to moan when Jisung starts rocking more insistently, feeling desperation start to make its way back. It feels too good and he knows it won't be enough, but while it is he wants to savor it.

"You're so good, Iyenie," Jisung whispers into his hair. "Our baby alpha is so good."

Jisung doesn't even register his use of `our' until a split second later when he worries it might make Jeongin uncomfortable, but before he can ponder more on it, the whole world tilts backwards when he's suddenly pushed back into the cushions and Jeongin looms above him, pupils dark.

"You're good to us too, hyung."

And then he slams into Jisung.

Jisung's body rattles with the movement, legs struggling to hold on now that Jeongin is properly fucking him. But something inside him rattles as well hearing Jeongin say `us'. No matter how much Jisung told him that he didn't have to be a part of anything, Jisung is still so, so happy he is.

Jeongin's strong back muscles ripple under Jisung's hands as he holds on, touches him all over, pulls him closer. Jeongin's grunts get pressed all over his skin as he licks, sucks, and grazes his teeth over Jisung's neck, sending Jisung's eyes rolling to the back of his head. Jisung wants to give him more, wants Jeongin to have as much of him as he wants. He stretches his neck impossibly back and then unlocks his ankles from behind Jeongin's back, spreading his legs to accommodate him more.

This makes Jeongin stop for a moment, only to start again but this time with the back of Jisung's thighs in his hands, hoisting him up and back until he's almost folded over and he can fuck Jisung better, freer, taking, taking, taking, but also giving Jisung so much.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Iyenie!" Jisun can't contain his voice, and is both glad and saddened that no one else is around. But there'll be time for that.

Jeongin's initial hurried and slightly uncoordinated trusts start evening out and Jisung's moans build a rhythm with the slap of his hips, skin against skin so loud and vulgar he swears Jeongin's blushing because of it. Not that it makes him stop in the least; if anything he goes faster.

"Hyung," Jeongin almost sounds whiny, the way he does when the others are teasing him too much. "You feel too good. You look too good." His eyes rake over Jisung's body and he leans down then, compressing Jisung even more into this shape, the stretch blissful. "You taste good too," he says before licking over Jisung's mouth and Jisung swears he comes a little, if that were possible.

With his body shaking from the force of Jeongin pounding into him, the angle perfect, and his brain melting from Jeongin's tongue in his mouth, Jisung feels the buildup sure and steady, could maybe even time it.

Jeongin must notice the way Jisung's whines become more desperate, the way he tries to match every thrust. He pulls away from the kiss. Lips swollen and thoroughly loved. "You're close?"

Jisung nods, arcs is back.

And then the timer gets reset a bit back because Jeongin pushes himself off and kneels between Jisung's legs, still fucking him but slower and with a different angle.

"I want to watch."

God, he's gonna be the death of Jisung.

Jisung nods, used to being watched like this by now, but it's still a little embarrassing because this is Innie, the baby of the group, Jisung's only dongsaeng. His eyes seem to sear Jisung's skin whenever they land, cock twitching at the attention.

Still, it's not enough.

Jisung squirms a little from side to side, pushes his hips up, tries to get the angle right again. Jeongin notices right away and leans down a little to pick up Jisung's hips, hands large around him. "Wait, wait." He helps Jisung bring his hips up an gives a few experimental thrusts and Jisung gasps. "Better?"

"Yes, yes!"

Jeongin lowers his hands to Jisung's butt cheeks and holds him up there, simultaneously pushing into him as he also bring Jisung onto his cock again and again and Jisung loses it, marbles rolling all over the floor.

"Y-you're s-so hot," he says, or garbles incoherently, doesn't matter now because the clock is ticking so fast and his head is filling with feel-good cotton.

The thought that he's the first one to see Jeongin like this, to know how he likes it, to experience all these thing with him, fills Jisung with pride and make him feel so lucky. He wants Jeongin to feel proud too, to be confident enough to get anything he wants, all that he deserves.

Jisung doesn't know what to do with his hands, Jeongin not close enough to hold onto him the way he needs to, so Jisung closes his fingers around any piece of clothing or sheet he has around him, feeling every thrust, every drag of Jeongin inside him, every heartbeat pumping blood all over his body but especially his cock, ready to burst when he lets go.

"Innie, Innie!" Jisung rushes out, half warning half uncontrollable need to say his name more because this is him, Innie , and Jisung had needed him more than he knew. He feels complete. "Innie!"

"Yes hyung," he groans, clearly holding back. "I'm here. I'm here for you."

" Hnng !" Jisung tries to commit this to memory. Feels Jeongin thrust in. Once, twice, three times, abs tight and defined as he uses his strength to send Jisung over the edge with a final thrust.

Jisung hears Jeongin gasp and then it's all white noise, thick, warm ropes landing on his chest and stomach and Jeongin speeding up to get Jisung through the thick of his pleasure that gets fucked out of him progressively and then all at once, until he's all out, bliss enveloping his entire body.

He opens his eyes to see Jeongin trembling, slowly letting Jisung's hips down. And Jisung can't have that.

"No, please, please keep going," He makes grabby hands, weak but determined. "Baby, please!"

Jeongin looks unsure only for a second and then he moves to hover over Jisung again, forearms next to his body. "That was so-"

"Finish inside me." Jisung wraps legs around him and digs the heels of his feet into Jeongin's lower back encouragingly. "Please, I want it!"

"Fuck." Jeongin picks it back up, fucking into Jisung's sensitive hole, groaning and grunting and mouthing at his skin as Jisung pulls him closer, brushes his face against the side of Jeongin's head, sniffing his hair and whispering encouragements.

Jeongin hides his face in the crook of Jisung's neck. "Hyung!"

Jisung holds him. "Yes, yes, so good, I want to feel you, let go."

Jeongin comes in much the same manner Jisung's seen him before, only that much more intense, hips stuttering and moaning a perfectly sweet sound into Jisung's ear that Jisung wants to keep but also share with the others.

They stay there, stuck together with a sticky mess but also with tiredness in their bones and the desire to just... be.

When Jeongin finally moves, he raises his head, shy smile on his face. Jisung pushes sweaty bangs away from his face.

"How are you feeling?" Jisung asks, fingers tracing down Jeongin's arm.

Jeongin nods, definitely sleepy. "Good. So, so good. You?"

"So good too." He smiles back. "Happy that your date plans came true."

Jeongin snorts and bites Jisung's pec in retaliation. "You're such a loser."

Jisung yelps exaggeratedly. "Yah! It's not my fault you're such a romantic, Yang Jeongin!"

"I'm not!" He pokes Jisung's waist, making him laugh and squirm.

"Or should I say... fleshlight destroyer."

Jisung cackles at the way Jeongin's face reddens in shock. He gapes. "I hate you so much."

"Although it's not fleshlights anymore, is it? It's-"

"I'm leaving!" he pushes himself off Jisung but for all his dramatics he actually stops and pulls out of him carefully as Jisung keeps laughing.

"You love me!" Jisung wraps arms around him, not letting him go.

Jeongin's face is smushed on Jisung's chest. "I don't."

"You do!" Jisung is giddy and he can actually smell how relaxed and content Jeongin is as well, no matter how much he pretends to be annoyed.

He gives up the fight easily and lets Jisung cuddle him, eventually turning on his side and opening his arms for Jisung to settle in.

After a while of just lying there, though Jisung needs to speak or he'll fall asleep. "Do you wanna get dressed before the others arrive? You know how nosy they are, Hyunjin might actually just burst in here."

Jeongin seems to think about this for a second. "Nah. It's okay."

Jisung blinks up at him. "Really?"

He shrugs. "It's fine."

And as if by magic, the front door opens and voices carry inside. "Hello!"

They both freeze a little, but Jeongin more. Jisung watches him carefully.

"Is anyone home?"

"Wait."

Jisung can just imagine the three of them sniffing the air.

"Is that-"

"No way!" Hyunjin screeches. Changbin cackles. Even Chan giggles.

Footsteps.

"Okay, maybe some underwear at least," Jeongin says, scrambling off Jisung.

Jisung remains naked. And dirty. "Carry me to the shower!" He makes grabby hands again, eyes large. Jeongin sits down next to him after putting on his underwear.

"Baby hyung," he says, voice teasing but smiling. He leans down to kiss Jisung again, briefly, before the door opens.

If there was ever any privacy or secrecy, it's officially gone. But no one seems to mind, not even Jeongin.

Jisung smiles.

Chapter End Notes

I can't tell you how long I'd been waiting for Jeongsung, GOD. While I couldn't post during his birthday, I'm glad I was able to post on Jeongin month!

What did you think about this one? What do you expect from the next one? If there are any requests for specific combinations of members + things you wanna see happen between them let me know I will try to work some in since there will be SO many things going on lmao pray for me.

Thank you so much for reading and being a part of this!


Pack


Chapter Summary

Jisung's heat and Felix's rut align and there's exactly one thing to do about it. All together.

It makes Jisung thinks about what a pack means to him.

Chapter Notes

I can't believe the final chapter (and yet not the final work in this universe) is here. I know it took a long time so thank you for being patient, I have never edited something as much as I edited this one! I hope you like it, I'm very emotional over it.

Some tags have been added so be aware of that!

Thank you so much to chai_yena for the beautiful moodboard!

None of this would have been possible without Northstories this fic's co-parent, my emotional support wife and one of the best friends I could have <3 thank you so much for your work and love, this one goes out to you!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jisung's not a sentimental guy. Not really. Not in the typical way, at least.

But lately he finds himself thinking about love.

He's thought about love before, of course. It is, after all, the ultimate inspiring emotion. The thing songs and poems get written about. The lifeforce of the universe and whatnot.

Love and the absence of it are some of his favorite things to write about.

Luckily, there's always been a lot of love in his life. Some kind of love, at least

It still feels different now that he has this...arrangement with the others. He's finally had enough sex that he feels prepared to distinguish between that and romantic feelings. It's weird, going from never having a partner of any kind to suddenly having... seven.

He feels a little guilty thinking about them as his partners, though, because he's never really talked about it. With any of them.

He wonders if maybe some of the pairs who had already been hooking up before he came in the picture have talked about it.

But yeah, he thinks about love. What it means. What it doesn't. What he gains and what he loses. He's been writing a lot of lyrics about it. Some of them frankly unpublishable.

It's just easy to find the words lying around sometimes, when the day-to-day of his life is filled with small moments he didn't have before but that fit perfectly into his everydayness.

He sees words on the kitchen counter Hyunjin kisses him across from when they both wake up late and need to hurry. He catches more of them on private airplane rides when Minho lets Jisung nap on him without complaining. They're there in his phone too, when Felix asks him about his day even if they spent it together. On the studio couch when Changbin wakes him up with a kiss and on crowded sets when Seungmin holds his hand. They're everywhere in his room when Chan keeps him company instead of working and in Jeongin's room when he lets Jisung sleep over.

There are words crawling all over their bodies when Jisung touches them and kisses them and gets lost in their individuality and togetherness alike, and there's nothing he can do but commit all these words he finds to memory and make them into songs later.

So yeah, Jisung isn't sentimental. He just has a lot in mind lately.

One of the things not in his mind, though, is how much time he's been spending with Felix.

And he only knows that's the case because everyone keeps saying so. Everyone but Felix himself, who just seems to be happy to have Jisung around and seeks him out just as much. Not even their schedules are safe and Chan has had to tell them off more than once about the risks or getting caught being inappropriate with each other not only by fans, but staff as well.

It's just really hard to care when he can just plop himself on Felix's lap and have him hug him and kiss his jaw and drag his teeth over his neck...

"Hm. You smell nice," Felix tells him.

Jisung hums. "You too."

"My teeth hurt," Felix says, absentmindedly.

"Yeah?" Jisung asks, just as distracted. Not because he doesn't care about Felix's teeth health, his mind is just a little blank.

"Hey! Time's up, we're going in five."

Jisung and Felix unstick from one another and get to their feet. Jeongin drapes an arm over Felix's shoulders and Hyunjin tries to talk to Jisung about his outfit but Jisung's mind is still foggy.

It took him too long to understand what was happening but even then, it was hard to care.

They would be fine. Jisung has a lot more insight into this whole omega thing than he used to. And when he doesn't know something, he asks Minho, even if he has a fifty percent chance of being told to just Google it.

Plus, his heat isn't for another three weeks, and Felix's rut is much sooner so it will probably come and go and then it'll be Jisung's turn and that's it. That's life for him now. And he wouldn't change a thing.


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SKZ ьщ


hey has anyone seen Hyunjin's balenciaga sweater?

Cat Hyung

if YOU don't know I don't think any of us will

ьч

Baby

I thought you had them all, honestly

I did a load of laundry and put some things back where they belonged

but now i need it and I can't find it

Baby

Are you in my room?

no comment

Baby

Be careful with my stuff!

what stuff? all i see is free real estate

Dad

Hyunjin you're literally in the apartment too

Baby

Yes but I'm too comfy on the couch to go tell him this in person

Lixie

lol

i can give you more clothes if you need them, sung

yes please

gib ьч

Binnie

there's some dirty stuff in my room too

Iyenie

Ew

okay let's not act all high and mighty, okay?

you all like the nests

Cat Hyung

Doesn't mean we always love what's in them

MongMong

Like I didn't see you wearing Chan hyung's underwear the other day

Cat Hyung

Hey, they were clean, and Chan hyung has nice underwear

Plus, how do you know they were Chan's, pup? ьщ Huh?

Omg?

MongMong

No comment.

Baby

GASP?

Dad

ьч

Binnie

they were tumbling in the living room like a pair of stray dogs for hours the other day

Baby

SO CUTE!

Lixie

WHERE THE HELL WAS I?

Iyenie

Probably with Jisung hyung

Lixie

oh yeah ьч

Binnie

and then they disappeared for a couple more hours

Baby

SO HOT!

Chan

Hey, we were at the studio

Binnie

okay, and? like that studio hasn't seen things

Cat Hyung

Thank god the company pays for a studio so we can all fuck in it

Baby

Right, otherwise where would we do it.

MongMong

Where haven't you is the question

Baby

Wouldn't you like to know ьч

hey I also need minho hyung's cat hoodie

Lixie

Which one?

nvm I'll bring them all

Cat Hyung

Hey!

and Innie's big flannel

Innie

I think it's clean, I'll give it to yongbok hyung

Lixie

dw sung I'll rub it all over him first

MongMong

Omg he's doing it fr and Innie is SCREAMING

Lixie

Okay, I'll be heading over soon to drop it all off ьч

Binnie

simp

Dad

Bin is currently massaging Hannie's shoulders because he's stressed

Iyenie

Lol

Cat Hyung

Simp

Cat Hyung


Cat Hyung

Hey I'm coming over with Yongbok and bringing you some clothes, anything else you want?

Iyenie


Iyenie

I'm going over with the hyungs, do you want us to stop at the convenience store?

MongMong


MongMong

Open up, we're downstairs.


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What was once a blessing has turned into a curse.

Jisung has too many clothes. No one deprives him of them now, sometimes not even when it's clothes they're already wearing, and while he feels incredibly spoiled and giddy to get his way, it also means his room is even more of a mess then it ever was.

And it's so hard to choose when he's feeling like this, restless and on edge, like he wants to crawl out of his skin, but the only place he would want to crawl into is his nest, and it's just not right. Just not ready.

He keeps adding things and then removing things and then adding them back. He tries to balance the scents too, as he usually does, but his nose is too sensitive and every item he picks out seems to overwhelm the others until he smells something else and then the cycle repeats, over and over again.

Most concerningly, though, he seems to have run out of space.

In his constant adding and switching of items, he invertedly started expanding the perimeter of the nest, to the point where his entire room is a nest. And it's still not right.

He reads the texts too late and the others are already here, their scents wafting into Jisung's room and immediately helping him relax. Changbin had tried, but honestly him massaging Jisung's sore muscles just made Jisung want to jump his bones and he can't do that right now, not with his nest and nerves in the state they're in.

And for some unexplained reason, smelling everyone's scents together in the same place moves Jisung to tears. It's so stupid, they're literally together all the time, they see each other almost every day, and yet, Jisung's brain and eyes don't care, he just tears up.

Either this time it's worse, or he forgot how terrible preheat could be.

Felix walks in seconds later, his bright smile vanishing and his scent souring as soon as he lands eyes on Jisung's teary face.

"Sungie. What's wrong?" He drops the duffel bag of clothes he's holding and goes over to Jisung who's just sitting there miserably, crossed legged on a pile of other clothes who might look like a nest but don't feel like one to him.

Jisung clings to Felix immediately when Felix unceremoniously climbs into Jisung's lap and wraps his legs and arms around him, cupping the back of Jisung's head and holding him close.

"Dunno," Jisung says into Felix's collarbones and... hmm... that's much better. So much better.

Jisung isn't dumb. He knows he's been on edge for a while and he realizes why he and Felix have been drawn to each other more lately. He knows.

Just, right now, he can't find it in himself to care.

Felix just smells so good, fresh grass and warmth and calm. It makes the frayed ends of Jisung's nerves feel like they're being coated in a nice, soothing balm. He can breathe easier too and his eyelids start feeling so heavy he can't keep his eyes open anymore and he just welcomes the calming darkness.

Felix doesn't ask any more questions, just tightens his hold around Jisung and Jisung tightens his too. His face instinctively moves towards Felix's neck and Felix gives way when Jisung presses his nose to his scent gland. Jisung's mouth immediately waters and his body gets flooded with feel-good chemicals, everything sloshing inside him and making him forget about whatever had been bothering him.

After scenting him, Jisung bares his neck to Felix too and Felix takes the chance, grunting when he rubs all over Jisung's scent gland.

Distantly, Jisung thinks he hears others. Maybe they're in his room. Jisung could open his eyes and look, but he feels too good like this.

The freshness of their scents goes so well together, and his own makes Felix's sweeter while Felix's makes Jisung's warmer. It's exactly what Jisung needed.

Felix pulls away a little and holds Jisung's face, which is what makes him open his eyes. Felix's face is hazy in front of him, but he can tell Felix is smiling.

"...not even listening."

"Hello?"

"... like baby animals that..."

"Ya! You two!"

Jisung blinks and the world comes a little more into focus. Felix is making sure he's okay, and everyone else indeed seem to be there, but Jisung doesn't feel like he has the energy to look away from Felix, he just feels like putty in his hands, but he thinks he can smell them all individually, nose still sharp.

"You need to separate for a moment-" that's definitely Minho, coming closer to them. In his peripheral vision Jisung sees Minho's hand approach.

And then Felix growls.

He squeezes Jisung closer and looks up at Minho with the angriest expression Jisung has seen on Felix since that incident with the photographer.

The silence is absolute.

Jisung manages to turn his head a little and look up at Minho, who stands there with a shocked expression that quickly turns to annoyance.

"You did not just growl at me."

Felix seems to understand what he just did, blinking and relaxing his hold a bit. He opens his mouth to say something but then Minho flicks him on the nose and he goes back to angry.

"Stop it!"

"You stop it. You need to pull away from Hannie."

Jisung is so confused. Felix is warm and comfortable, why does he need to pull away?

Chan approaches too, cautious. "Just for a moment. We just need to talk."

Felix doesn't seem to like Chan's closeness either, but he looks between him and Minho and his shoulders untense.

He pulls away from Jisung and scoots back towards Minho.

Jisung whines immediately, still not understanding what's going on, but Chan is there behind him, hands on Jisung's shoulders, and that helps a little.

As soon as he's no longer clinging to Felix, his senses start to tune back in, like they'd been covered in a film of sorts and now he's realizing he wasn't able to think clearly.

And yet, he craves it again.

"We've been calling your names for minutes," Chan explains, fingers squeezing Jisung's shoulders. "You were so scent drunk on each other you couldn't even ear us."

Oh. Well, shit.

Felix looks embarrassed as Minho puts a hand on his head and ruffles his hair.

Jisung is now able to look at the other faces in the room, Changbin and Seungmin on one side, Jeongin and Hyunjin on the other. They all seem slightly worried; quiet and attentive.

"Sorry," Jisung says, because what else could he say?

"That's okay," Chan tells him and Jisung tilts his head back to look up at him. "It was clear you two were heading in this direction with your heat and Lix's rut coming up." It's Jisung's second heat and he should feel more confident about it, and yeah he's certainly not as terrified, but he still dreads it. "I just think no one knew how you would react exactly. None of us have been around an omega in heat while we're in rut, and vice versa for you."

Felix huffs and clears his throat. "It's a lot more intense. And like, each day it gets worse." He looks at Jisung briefly. Jisung doesn't know how to feel about that. Obviously `worse' sounds bad, and he does get where Felix is coming from because he has been finding it hard to keep away and mostly to care about other things when Felix is around. It's just too hard to think to about it before his brain gets all mushy.

"Yeah, you were ready to bite hyung's hand off," Seungmin quips, trying to lighten the mood.

Minho huffs. "I would have bitten back."

"No, you wouldn't have. Yongbok is the only one of us you wouldn't hurt," Changbin says teasingly and Minho just huffs.

"Anyway," Chan continues. "I think you've been feeding off each other's hormones. If your rut and heat weren't gonna be on the same day at one point, they're definitely gonna be now. And I think it's unrealistic to keep you separated long enough to avoid that."

Separated? God no that sounds awful. It makes Jisung want to cry all over again just thinking about it.

He locks eyes with Felix. He wants to be close to him again.

"And maybe we need to talk about what we're gonna do about it."

"They should be kept out of schedules for a while," Changbin says. "Like, more than usual. Just to be safe since this is new and something unexpected could come up."

Felix breaks eye contact with Jisung to look up at Chan. Jisung likes that Chan is still touching him, grounding him. "Wait, what do you mean what we're gonna do? We do what we've been doing so far, no?"

It takes a second longer for Chan to answer and Jisung can almost smell his hesitation. "Yeah but you also need to be more careful than usual. You'll both be very hormonal and vulnerable and-"

"I can take care of him," Felix says, and fuck , his voice seems even deeper somehow, Jisung feels it in his chest, believes every word. Of course Felix can take care of him, there's not a doubt in his mind. He wants nothing more than to crawl across the nest towards him and bare his neck so Felix can scent him again.

So he does.

His tunnel vision expands once he gets pulled back by strong hands around his waist before he can make it to Felix. Changbin pulls Jisung to sit back down and he keeps him there with a hand on his shoulder next to Chan's.

What the fuck just happened?

"I'm sure you can, Lix..." Chan says, careful. "But-"

"Shit, I did not mean to do that." Felix looks at Jisung incredulously. "I- I don't think I've ever used my alpha voice accidentally."

Oh. His alpha voice. Was that what it was?

"Woah that was..." Hyunjin starts, eyes wide. "Kinda hot."

Minho shoots Hyunjin a look that clearly says `you're not helping'.

"I just think you could benefit from some help," Chan continues. "Like, more than usual. I understand you might not want to this time around because Jisungie in heat while you're in rut makes you feel... different. But I don't think it's safe if you don't."

The fact that Felix is possessive of him makes Jisung feel good, and he doesn't know that it should because they aren't each other's, not like that... but maybe it's just the hormones.

In any case, Felix still doesn't look happy, but he doesn't argue.

Chan squeezes Jisung's shoulder. "You two can still choose who you want there to help. Maybe two people, just to be safe?"

They've been four people before, during Hyunjin's rut, but not out of necessity. Still, hearing Chan's words about choosing makes Jisung's skin tingle with excitement. His first heat with two alphas was certainly an experience. Three can only make it better.

How could he choose, though?

He looks up at all of them, feeling his stomach sink.

Jisung likes them so, so much.

"You should choose," Jisung tells Felix suddenly. "I'm okay with whatever you need to feel comfortable." It just makes sense, if Felix is the one feeling possessive and touchy about other alphas, he can decide. Everyone knows Jisung is okay with any of them, all very aware that Jisung is the only one who has been with all of them. Though, it's not like others aren't making an effort towards that goal anyway.

Felix smiles a little at Jisung and he doesn't look away, once again locking eyes with him as if reaching into Jisung's soul. He doesn't glance around at the others, so maybe he already has someone in mind, someone he already has experience with like Minho or Hyunjin, or someone he's been wanting to be with like Chan...

"You can all be there," Felix says, to everyone's shock.

Jisung's eyes widen and Felix doesn't look away from him.

"What do you mean?" Seungmin asks. Jisung feels the tension but he doesn't look away from Felix either.

"Yeah. Just, anyone that wants to be there, you can. It's what Jisungie wants."

Jisung feels his face flood with heat. It's not like he can deny it, and it's not like he thinks anyone will make fun of him for it so he simply smiles.

"Plus, it's kinda time we did this already." Felix finally looks away, up at Chan first.

Everyone. All of them there at the same time. For Jisung's heat.

Jisung leans his head back to look up at Chan and Changbin. They're both looking at Felix for a moment, doing some kind of alpha-alpha communication, perhaps, but then they notice Jisung.

"You really want that, baby?" Changbin asks, smiling. This softens Chan as well.

Jisung rolls his eyes. "No. You're all gross and icky." He sticks his tongue out and Changbin almost gets to flick it but Jisung manages to get it back into his mouth fast enough.

Jisung looks at the others, who have drawn closer in general. Hyunjin sits next to Felix and leans his head on Felix's shoulder. Seungmin and Jeongin still only stand there but much closer than before. Minho pets Felix's hair softly.

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" Jisung asks Felix.

Felix nods. "Yeah." He looks around at the others, not too happily. "Just be careful because I may actually bite you, I don't know anymore."

Seungmin snorts. "Kinky."

Jeongin hits Seungmin, but at least it made Felix laugh.

"Is that what you guys did when you hogged the maknae all weekend, Seungminnie?" Minho asks with a smirk.

"I didn't hog him-"

"We didn't even-"

They speak at the same time, but then it all becomes unintelligible when Hyunjin coos and Changbin catcalls and then Minho is laughing and it's a mess.

Jisung's mess.

Jisung looks up at Jeongin as he attempts to defend himself. He knows about Jeongin and Seungmin, and Jeongin and Felix too, but he isn't sure what he's done with them in the past few weeks, how far they've come since Jeongin might have wanted to take things slow with them too. So maybe a full on orgy is a bit much for him.

"No one is obliged to come, though," Jisung says when there's relative silence. "Just, whoever wants to and feels okay with it. We will probably have enough hands on deck."

Felix groans. "Don't say it like that. Right now I don't want to think about anyone's hands on your deck. No offense to anyone."

Jisung feels the temperature of the room increase, or maybe it's just him, but he thinks everyone else can feel it too.

"Ah, Yongbok, how come you're never been possessive of me like that?!" Changbin asks, clearly joking, but there must be some truth to it the way it always is with Changbin.

"Maybe because you started fucking like a week ago?" Minho asks, quirking an eyebrow before looking down at Felix. "By the way, you never told me anything about it."

Felix shrugs, still slightly sulky. "I don't have to tell you everything."

Everyone tenses up again.

"Okay, if you're gonna act like a dumb, knot-head alpha I'm gonna tie you to the bed like I did Kim Seungmin."

Chan chokes at this, Changbin finds it hilarious, and Seungmin blushes and gives Minho a death glare.

"First of all...

They start arguing and yelling again but if anything is music to Jisung's ears. Maybe he'd get a headache if he didn't kick them out after a while, but for now they make him feel better. Secure. He starts picturing what it's going to be like when they're all here just like now, but with Jisung in heat and Felix in rut, possibly (hopefully) naked, and taking care of each other. He feels like he's burning up just at the thought.

"Jisung, you're burning up," Chan says, hand sliding down from the top of Jisung's head to his forehead.

Oh. Well, preheat sucks.

Minho apparently hears this because he is louder the next time he speaks. "Hannie needs to rest, come on."

They quiet down and look at him. Jisung tries not to pout but he's not sure he succeeds. "I'm fine. I just... he looks around at the mess. "I can't get this nest right. And if you're all coming, then it needs to be bigger and it's just all wrong."

He hates how stupid this issue sounds to his own ears when he says it out loud, but it's just the way it is. He feels tears prickling behind his eyes again.

"Just do the nest out in the living room," Changbin says. "We can push the furniture around to make room. You can use the couch and armchairs as part of it if you want to."

"Oh my god, can I do that?" Jisung asks to no one in particular, but Chan and Hyunjin nod. It sounds a lot better to have more room to work with and he can start anew instead of dealing with the mess in his room. "You're a genius, hyung."

Changbin smirks. "I know."

"Do you need help?" Jeongin asks but Jisung shakes his head right away. He likes making the nests himself, it gives him peace and clarity, when he can actually do it right.

"I'll be fine. Just..." He puts his hands out. "Clothes?"

Everyone from the other dorm brought clothes so Jisung has more things to work with, possibly a good balance among all of them. Though, he's already thinking about having a few more things of Felix's thrown in there.

"Okay, well, I have lessons," Seungmin says, inching closer to the door. "Talk later."

They all start dispersing, but Jisung already feels better about being left alone if he can get started on his nest. He does notice that maybe Felix doesn't feel as good about leaving, though. He remains there as most of the rest leave, only Chan and Minho left along with Jisung.

"Yongbok, come on, you said you wanted to bake a cookies today," Minho helps him up but Jisung can still see, and smell, Felix's reluctance.

Wordlessly, Jisung gets up as well, glancing briefly at a serious Chan before he makes his way over to Felix and hugs him. Immediately he feels him relax under his touch, and Jisung does too. It's insane how much pheromones can make you feel different.

Jisung had been ready to say something like `don't worry, we'll see each other soon' or `wanna play LoL later, dude?' but it dies in his throat and all he can think about is scenting Felix again.

Before he can do that, Felix pulls away a little. "Can you text me later?"

Jisung nods dumbly and then Felix gives him a quick kiss, just a brush of the lips, before pulling away completely. It's always colder when someone is no longer hugging you, but this feels a lot more than normal, it makes Jisung shiver. Or maybe it's just the fever.

"Bye, Hannie," Minho says obnoxiously loud as he leads Felix out of his room. "Drink lots of fluids and remember that painkillers exist!"

Jisung huffs and turns around to face Chan, who's more soft than serious now. "Sorry. Don't hate me, yeah?"

Jisung shakes his head, smiles because Bang Chan can be so silly sometimes. "I could never hate you. And neither could Felix, by the way."

Chan copies his smile and gives Jisung a side hug and kisses his temple. "Let us know if you need anything."

Jisung looks at the state of his room when Chan leaves and sighs. He has some work to do.

The first of which is to resist the urge to roll around over the new clothes he was given, especially Felix's. He could just dig his entire face inside the bag and stay there forever.

But he won't. He's good and he can wait.

After a while, he has separated the clothes in different categories that only make sense to him and his nose, and he can start taking some things outside.

When he walks by Chan's room on his way to the living room, though, he notices the strange mood inside; low voices and a weird scent. He stops outside the door for a moment.

Felix is in there too.

"... never meant to say you can't be trusted with him."

"Well, it felt like it."

They're talking in english, not bothering to be particularly quiet, but Jisung still shouldn't be prying like this.

"You know how much I trust and love you, Lix."

Yeah Jisung shouldn't be prying like this.

"Do you like me, though?"

Jisung stills even more. Are Chan and Felix still in that... weird place?

"Like," Felix starts again. " Like me like you like the others?"

Chan hesitates and Jisung can just imagine his face, the wrinkle between his eyebrows. "I haven't- not with everyone-"

"No, I know, just... You really don't know I do like you like that?"

And Jisung can imagine Felix's face too. Vulnerable. Soft. Still comforting. His heart clenches for them.

"I wasn't sure. I thought you might see me more like a big brother or something."

Felix snorts. "Weirdest, hottest big brother. Come on, Chris, stop being dense."

And before he can fully visualize what's actually happening Jisung notices both their scents sweeten and thicken and okay, that definitely is his cue to leave, no matter how much he wants to open the door a smidge and take a peek.

He's glad that's sorted, though. His pack feels a little more complete.

He stops in his tracks right in the middle of the living room.

His... pack. He just thought of them as his pack.

But they're not. They're not, really. And they can't even be... idols can't have mating bites, much less multiple ones...

Plus, Jisung doesn't even know if they even want something like that.

His stomach twists and turns inside him and it feels horrible. Is he gonna be sick? Does he need to sit down? Is he just spiraling because his body is preparing for a heat and messing with his moods and wellbeing?

Jisung sighs and throws himself on the couch.


'


Jisung doesn't stop nesting for the next three days. It's intense, and they have no living room, and he's snappy and sore and has a fever that goes away and comes back every five hours, but at least by the end of it he has a good nest.

No, it might actually be the nest.

As in, the best nest he's ever made. Not that he has that much experience but he truly wants to tear up when he sees it. He's incorporated the couch and two armchairs like Changbin suggested, plus his mattress is in there somewhere alongside a couple of futons, cushions, pillows, duvets, even plushies; you name it. If it's soft and smells like someone Jisung loves, it's probably in there.

Chan helped him set up fairy lights and brought his own mood lights from his room, so it looks pretty nice both from the outside and the inside. Jisung is proud, and needless to say, he's going to be sleeping in there until they probably wreck it. Also because he doesn't have a bed currently.

The nest is the only good thing to come out of his preheat, though. That and having the attention of everyone else, either in person from those he lives with or through texting with the others.

He talks to Felix most of the day, but he also plays scrabble with Minho and sends Jeongin funny videos he finds. Seungmin sends him songs and they talk about them for hours at the time.

Also, the groupchat tends to be active.

SKZ ьщ


Iyenie

So

I have decided that I will be present for the inaugural installment of the stray kids orgy.

MongMong

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Binnie

omg

Baby

And...?

Iyenie

and

I am open to activities with all.

Baby

AND THE WORLD CHEERS

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Lixie

Proud of you for knowing what you want, Innie!

Dad

Thanks for letting us know!

Cat Hyung

dibs

Baby

Dibs

DAMN IT

Cat Hyung

Sucks to be you

Binnie

wait

Dad

You can't call dibs on Innie!

Cat Hyung

I just did

MongMong

Good luck, Innie

Iyenie

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Dad

Okay no smothering Innie

Iyenie

That's okay hyung, I`ll handle it

Lixie

Yeah you will ьч

omg

Jisung still can't believe this is actually happening. He doesn't know what to expect exactly, aside from him and Felix clearly helping each other out. He hopes to see the others interact as well, of course, it would be pretty awkward if they just waited around to see if they're needed. There's no way that's gonna happen, right?

But god, it's only been a few days and he already misses the others terribly. He hates they're so far away.

Felix has been dealing with his prerut, which according to him has been the worst one yet. Minho says it's because the pheromones of an omega in heat heighten everything, even if he and Felix have been separated for a bit. Apparently for their own good.

Well, Jisung doesn't feel very good at all right now. He's been turning and twisting in his sleep for hours, his head won't stop throbbing painfully, and he's pretty sure that's not just sweat that's bled through his sweatpants now.

What truly wakes him up, though, is his painful hardness against the mattress when he attempts to sleep on his belly. He feels like he could hold himself up by his dick or break a hole though the mattress if he tries hard enough.

"Ugh. Bin," Jisung groans, rolling over and blindly following his nose because Changbin was just besides him the last time Jisung fell asleep, but even though his lingering scent is there, Jisung finds an empty nest. What the hell? They left him alone ?

He opens his eyes. It's still light outside, he can see the thin sliver of light filtering in through the bottom of the thick curtains. They've been closed since yesterday because Jisung has been attempting to sleep and conserve energy any chance he gets. It's probably not even five PM, but he thought he could get a good few hours if he went to bed extra early.

But his body has other plans. It's definitely starting now. All he wants to do is find a piece of clothing with Felix's scent on it and rub it all over himself and then use it to jerk off.

With no one in the room to listen to his whines, Jisung rolls over the other way and finds his phone amongst the mess.

Lixie &Ч


Lix.

I think it's started

how fast can you come over?

fuck

omw

don't let anybody scent you

please

That makes Jisung groan out loud, cock pulsing, slick oozing out in obscene amounts.

"Fuck." He manages to sit up, uncomfortable and sticky. "Hello? Is anyone here or did you all abandon me?"

There's some movement coming from the hall and then someone cursing. Hyunjin.

"Ji, you're-" Hyunjin stops in his tracks when he rounds the corner, inhaling sharply. "Fuck. So, yeah, I guess you are."

Jisung narrows his eyes at him, noticing the pillow marks on his face. "Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, sorry, I was taking a nap."

Jisung spreads his arms to signal the nest. "Why not take it here?!"

Hyunjin comes closer, crawling into the nest. "Sorry. You were just so hot, literally, and smelled insane, I was having a hard time getting any rest."

Jisung can understand that, as much as he would have preferred to have someone else there with him the way they've been doing the past few days. He's become too spoiled. "Where's Chan and Changbin?"

Hyunjin keeps staring at him as if he physically can't look away and it's almost so intense it freaks Jisung out. He draws even closer, hands opening and closing over his own thighs. "They, um..." He shakes his head, inhales deeply. "They went out to get food-" Just as he says it, the front door opens and the two remaining members of the apartment walk in, arms loaded with groceries.

"Oh," Chan says, clearly Jisung's scent hitting him square in the face.

Changbin drops the groceries not too carefully and takes off his shoes in a rush, stepping closer, hands curling into fists. "Shit. When's Yongbok getting here?"

Jisung tries not to moan because having all three of their eyes on him is doing things to his sensitive insides and outsides. "Soon. Already texted him."

Changbin gets into the nest too, dark eyes taking in Jisung's squirming shape. "If he doesn't hurry-"

Jisung wants nothing more than to pull Changbin to him and make him take this feeling away, the burning and churning and yearning, but he can wait. He can wait a little longer. Even though Changbin and Hyunjin keep drawing closer, looking like they wanna eat him, their scents are heady with arousal making Jisung lightheaded.

Though, they seem even more lightheaded than him, if that's possible.

"Hey," Chan speaks loudly and clears his throat. "I'm putting these away. Don't do something I wouldn't do."

When Chan's gone to the kitchen Changbin leans closer to Jisung. "I think it's safe to say hyung would kiss you."

Hyunjin giggles.

And Jisung is so very weak. "Mmh. Just, don't scent me, Lix-" Changbin interrupts him by kissing him, cupping the back of Jisung's head.

The soft "fuck," that Hyunjin lets out is very heartfelt. And the "my turn now," is just tailor made to make Jisung feel insane.

Changbin reluctantly lets Jisung go and Jisung's head is forced to the side to meet Hyunjin, who catches Jisung's lips in a hungry kiss that only gets more intense as the seconds go by.

Jisung doesn't hear Chan coming back, only feels his presence when he's close enough. He clears his throat again.

Hyunjin pulls away and Jisung is actually dizzy. But he's aware enough to know Chan is looking down at them with a mixture of amusement and disappointment.

But before he can give them whatever words he has for them, the front door rattles just like Jisung's heart.

"... calm down -"

" Hey !"

Felix opens the door, spare key in hand, eyes wild and hair disheveled.

And the scent. Fuck, his scent. Jisung chokes on it, inhales so hard he has to wheeze, and the tunnel vision makes his head spin for just a moment.

It's like the world stops inside the apartment. Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin are there too but Jisung doesn't notice when they get in. Changbin and Hyunjin manage to unstick themselves from Jisung, whether out of courtesy or some alpha reaction to Felix's rut, but suddenly it's like everyone is staring at just the two of them for a beat.

Felix wordlessly tosses the keys on the small table next to the door, toes his shoes off, and rushes over to Jisung.

It's a blur; as soon as they're close enough it's like Jisung's skin gets burnt and soothed back to health in an endless cycle he can't stop. His senses are filled with Felix all over; touch like hot lava, scent like a scorching summer day, taste warm and molten, grunts like roaring fire in Jisung's ears, and so blinding Jisung can't even open his eyes.

He only knows they're wearing less clothes by the second because he weirdly feels warmer instead of colder when Felix rips them off him, and it's strange only for a second until he forgets again, forgets everything that isn't Felix's hands and lips and teeth ripping into him too.

Even scenting each other seems to be an afterthought, a consequence of all the touching until their scents are rubbed together sufficiently and they tumble back into the cushions and clothing, Felix on top of him trying to lick Jisung's tongue out of his mouth. Jisung is delirious, the cloud over his brain so thick not even the sunshine that is Felix can clear it away.

He feels everything expanding and then squeezing, his body and surroundings indecisive, pulsating, dilating like the time that goes by and doesn't affect him in the least. One second he's there, the next his thighs are pushed apart and his body seems to get it a second before he does; the fact that he's about to get all the relief he needs, in less than a second from now and his whole being is nodding enthusiastically. ready, ready, ready -

He gasps but hears no sound, feels no pain, just lives through the two seconds it takes for Felix to slide in like they're full days.

And then it hits him like an asteroid, a second before the collision he realizes that yes, indeed, a single motion is all it takes.

It bursts out of him like urgency, like inspiration, like tears. As unstoppable as it is boundless since there seems to be no borders between him and Felix anymore, and what one feels, they both feel.

Every spurt that Felix fills him with feels like it empties right out of him through his own dick as he comes all over his torso, unrelenting. Felix's sticks to it, binding them closer together, and then Felix's knot swells and seals the deal completely. He can't even hear himself, all his noises swiftly swallowed by Felix and vice versa until Felix trails away and Jisung thinks it's over. But no, Felix licks over his scent gland and Jisung feels his cock pulse out a little more, hole clenching around Felix's knot to inadvertently make Felix growl, so primal and feral that it must activate some ancient gene in Jisung's DNA and the world blacks out again for a moment.

With a loud gasp Jisung feels Felix's teeth, sharper than usual, dig into his flesh only for a split second before they're gone, and he doesn't think he's ever been this lost in his life, truly confused as his senses slowly adjust back to the real world.

In the real world, he's still there beneath Felix, tied to him after whatever the fuck happened to them.

And in this real world, Chan is pulling Felix back by the hair, holding him away from Jisung's neck forcibly, Felix's canines protruding and his eyes wild.

He doesn't realize how fast he's breathing until his hearing comes back first and he hears it, hears Felix's and Chan's pants as well. The tension seemed to have reached its peak and it's coming down, Chan's grip loosening when he realizes Felix is no longer intent on biting Jisung.

Claiming him.

Jisung really can't process much of anything right now. He still has whiplash from how fast he made it to this point.

Felix drops his forehead on Jisung's shoulder, turns his head slightly to hide from the others. Jisung recovers some of his connection to his own body and wraps his arms around him.

When he gathers enough brain power to look around, he sees that Chan has moved back a bit, but he's still kneeling at the edge of the nest while the others, also fully clothed, are just standing around in various states of surprise. It's like they never even moved from their positions except for Chan at the very end.

"What the fuck..." Hyunjin exhales, eyes boring into Jisung and Felix.

Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin just look bewildered, lips parted.

"That was so fast I didn't even have time to get hard," Minho says and it makes Jisung's critical thinking skills return a little more. He has to smile.

Chan laughs, shaking his head and pointedly looking at Minho's lower half and then so does everybody else, barring Felix.

"Why would you lie to us so blatantly?" Changbin says, because, yeah, Minho is clearly and very obviously hard in his black joggers.

"Okay, okay, show's over, damn, save something for later, will you?" He turns around and busies himself with a duffel bag he apparently brought.

Jisung uses the opportunity to nudge Felix's temple with his nose, kisses him there too. "You okay?"

Felix shakes his head a little. "I almost bit you," he whispers nearly intelligibly into Jisung's skin. Jisung's hugs him harder.

Jisung's chest tightens uncomfortably. "That's okay. Hey, that's fine."

Felix shakes his head again. "I told everyone I could take care of you and I just..." He lifts his head a little and Jisung's heart breaks when he sees tears in Felix's pretty eyes. "I couldn't think, I just lost it. If Chris hadn't-"

"It's fine, okay?" Jisung pets Felix's hair back. "Don't think about that now." Maybe Jisung should have been more freaked out about this, but he can't find it in himself to be. This is Felix they're talking about, it feels wrong to think Felix biting him could ever be wrong. He's one of his members, one of his...

"But-" Felix makes to protest but Jisung carries on.

"Seriously. Don't. If you want we can talk about it later, but now..." Jisung looks over Felix's head at the others and smiles a little. "Now we have other things to focus on. Everything is okay."

Felix nods and wipes his tears on Jisung's collarbones before turning his head the other way to look at the others too.

They're arguing over whether Minho's three bottles of lube is too much and if the flavor of energy drinks Jeongin brought is good or not. Even Chan has something to say about Frozen Mango Margarita and Lime.

Felix chuckles and drops his head heavily on Jisung's chest. Jisung wonders if he's feeling any embarrassment over being butt naked in front of everyone, but if he is he doesn't show it. At least he's covering Jisung quite well with his body.

After pulling out the other supplies they brought, Seungmin places even more clothes on the nest's edge. Jisung's heart melts.

And then he also pulls out a black velvet bag and rolls his eyes. "Minho hyung brought sex toys."

Jisung feels his face flush.

"You'll be thanking me later," Minho says. "I know just what you should try, Kim Seungmin."

Seungmin ignores him.

When things settle down, there's a noticeable awkwardness around. That was definitely one way to start whatever this is... Should Jisung say something? What can you say to your roommates and group members you've been sleeping with for a few months, when you and another group member are knotted together after a two minute long frenetic intercourse, that probably can't even be classified as `fucking'?

Luckily, he's saved from figuring it out.

"Changbinnie, do something." Minho nudges Changbin in the ribs which of course gets an immediate reaction.

"Yah! Why me? You do something!" Changbin pushes on Minho's shoulder and this quickly turns into them teasingly grappling as they tend to do.

"Just kiss already," Seungmin says, bored face not showing the things Jisung knows he's feeling.

Minho tsks . "If you wanted to see me kissing Changbin all you had to do was say so." And of course he does. He kisses Changbin and Changbin quickly wraps arms around Minho's waist, pulling him closer.

"I bet that's how their every encounter has started," Jeongin says, staring a little too hard.

"Wait, let me see!" Felix says because he can't twist his head far enough to take a look at them. "Let's roll over."

"Aw, but then I won't get to see!"

"Okay, wait-"

Felix sits back and Jisung feels the distance immediately. Felix must see something on his face because he touches Jisung's chest soothingly. "I'm just switching us around, it's okay."

Okay. Okay, good. It's not like Felix can pull out anyway.

Lifting Jisung's legs up and over his shoulder, Felix twists Jisung's body to the side and then moves to lie behind him, spooning Jisung securey. The movements tug Felix's knot inside Jisung but it's not painful, only a little tight.

And now they have a perfect view of the room. Changbin and Minho are still kissing, Changbin's hands moving closer and closer to Minho's ass as the seconds go by. They're so pretty Jisung finds himself twitching, but it's not like his dick softened up anyway. It feels weird to be on display while everyone is dressed but Jisung hopes it won't be like that for too long. Plus, it's not like everyone hasn't already seen all of him.

"Can we?" Seungmin pulls his attention away, gesturing to the nest. Jisung doesn't miss that Seungmin is holding Jeongin's hand.

Jisung nods. "Yeah, of course. Please."

So they walk in and get settled some distance from Jisung and Felix. Chan does the same, but Hyunjin is too hypnotized by Changbin and Minho to notice anyone moving.

"Sorry I didn't say anything sooner, Sung," Felix tells him, giving Jisung goosebumps from the breath in his ear. "But this is the best nest yet. I love it."

Jisung turns his head to look at him a little. "Yeah?"

Felix nods. "It's the prettiest."

"Lix is right," Seungmin says, looking around. "You outdid yourself."

"You really did, hyung." Jeongin agrees.

Jisung wants to kiss them. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"Prettiest I've ever seen," Chan tells him.

Jisung is so distracted he doesn't notice that Minho is pulling on Hyunjin until Hyunjin crashes against him and Changbin and yelps. Minho directs them to kiss, still holding onto both of them. Fuck. Fuck, Jisung isn't gonna survive this.

After he deems it sufficient, Minho guides Hyunjin to kiss him instead, grabbing his ass hard so hard Hyunjin whimpers into his mouth. Jisung snorts in sympathy.

"Okay," Minho stares at Hyunjin, definitely breathless, when he pulls away. "Who kisses better?"

Hyunjin looks like he doesn't understand the question, glancing between Changbin and Minho with wide eyes.

"Don't ask that! Those questions aren't fair!" Changbin complains.

Minho exhales loudly through his nose and pulls on them both to join the others in the nest. Something inside Jisung seems to settle in completely once they're all in the nest.

"Okay, no kissing questions, we can do other ones," Minho says before he gets to his knees and pulls Hyunjin with him.

Changbin isn't the only one who gasps. Felix and Jisung do too, and maybe someone else, but Jisung can't really look away when Hyunjin and Minho are about to go down on Changbin at the same time, hands fiddling with his sweatpants strings.

"Fuck," Changbin breathes out, almost unsure of what to do with his hands as he looks down. "I don't think I'm strong enough for this." He closes his eyes and gulps. "Someone hold me."

But no one comes to Changbin's rescue. In fact, Jisung was once again too distracted to notice that not everyone was looking at the show Minho, Hyunjin, and Changbin are putting on.

He inhales sharply when he sees Seungmin and Jeongin kissing, properly making out against the cushions. Chan also stares at them fondly.

"They're so pretty," Felix says, tightening a hand around Jisung's waist.

"Fuck, they really are. I can't believe we get to watch all this."

Felix hums and takes to properly scenting Jisung, rubbing his nose and face over Jisung's scent gland from the back. "You smell so good."

Jisung leans into it, the feeling of Felix mouthing at his neck combined with the visual of Minho and Hyunjin both mouthing at Changbin's flushed cock overwhelming his systems. " Hhng ... I-"

He isn't even sure of what he was going to say, but it dies in his throat when Minho pulls away and fists Hyunjin's hair, guiding him to swallow Changbin steadily and saying something that might be "Good boy."

And then Seungmin slips his hands up Jeongin's t-shirt and Jeongin groans into his mouth.

Jisung can already tell this is going to be a long night.

Chan seems to be in the same boat, unable to decide where to look. Lucky for him, Minho seems to catch on and take pity on him, feline eyes zeroing intentionally.

He places a kiss on Changbin's hip and another on Hyunjin's temple before he crawls away from them and towards Chan.

Chan tenses up and Jisung finally notices that he's hard in his shorts. Which, isn't a surprise, but it does make Jisung shiver. Felix draws circles on his tummy and marks the skin of his shoulder.

"Hyung," Minho says, invading Chan's space and pushing back until Chan is pressed up against the foot of the couch. "Why are you here all alone?"

"I'm fine. I'm just watching. That's cool, right?"

Minho nods and pushes Chan's knees down to climb on his lap. "Sure, if that's your thing. As long as you're not being shy for no reason."

And then he kisses him.

Knowing two members have done stuff with each other and seeing it are two completely different experiences.

He must clench around Felix's knot because Felix groans and ruts into him a little. "Hm. I can't wait to fuck you for real," Felix whispers.

Jisung hums and exposes his neck some more. "What we did doesn't really count, does it?"

Felix shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry, I just completely lost it."

"Me too. Don't be sorry. You felt too good anyway. You still do." Jisung remembers the desperation he felt back during his first heat at not being able to get knotted. This time around, knowing he would get it right away, it's like his body relaxed immediately.

He's getting a bit restless, though, feeling the slick and cum ready to spill even past Felix's knot.

But it's easy to get distracted when there's so much going around you. Jeongin and Seungmin keep lazily making out, though now Jeongin's on top of Seungmin and Seungmin keeps playing with Jeongin's hair, messing it up nicely.

Minho's wasting no time undressing Chan. The shirt he throws lands close to Jisung and Jisung can smell Chan's scent on it, woodsy and familiar.

And then there's-

"F-Fuck, Hyunjinnie, wait -"

But Hyunjin doesn't wait. Jisung knows what it feels like to have Hyunjin suck you off and he feels for Changbin. Though, it's hard to feel too bad when Changbin looks so ridiculously good holding onto Hyunjin's hair, shirt half rucked up but still on, hips twitching almost shyly.

And Jisung knows that face. He can almost feel it in his own dick, knowing Changbin's about to come.

Hyunjin makes a choking sound and then Changbin is spilling in his mouth, moaning and trying his best to remain standing. Everyone else seems to have stopped what they were doing to watch, understandably. Felix twitches inside Jisung too.

As soon as he's done and Hyunjin pulls away, swallowing, Changbin drops to his knees and kisses him. " Fuck , Hyunjinnie, you're so beautiful."

Chan is the next to make a choking sound and pull Jisung's fraying attention back. He's definitely not coming, but Minho is grinding up on top of him and Chan has a firm grip on his ass. Minho's shirt goes next, and he tugs at Chan's waistband like it's personally offending him.

"I don't know where to look," Felix tells him. "Fuck, is Innie marking Seungmin?"

And yeah, it seems like it. Jeongin is attached to Seungmin's neck, something that Chan or Minho would lecture them about if they weren't too busy with their own thing, but it's probably fine, they cover up hickeys all the time.

The next time Jeongin trails up Seungmin' neck, he whispers in his ear, and if Jisung wasn't meant to hear anything, they're doing a terrible job of it. "Want me to call him for you? I can tell you wanna kiss him. You want to taste him now."

Seungmin whines a little, bucks his hips up. "I'm- I don't-"

"You don't wanna kiss Hyunjin hyung?" Jeongin teases.

Jisung inhales sharply. He really shouldn't intrude but...

"Hyunjin!" Jisung calls, glancing over at where Jeongin is ridding Seungmin of his t-shirt and pushing the rest of his clothes aside. "Seungminnie and Jeonginnie want to kiss you."

Seungmin and Jeongin turn to look at Jisung with flushed, red faces and unamused expressions. Jisung grins at them and pulls Felix's arm around himself a little bit more.

"They do?" Hyunjin asks, voice a little rough but smiling like crazy when he looks over his shoulder at them. Changbin is kissing up his neck sloppily, now shirtless and soft and clinging to Hyunjin as if he can't support his own weight.

It turns out to be true; when Hyunjin leaves him with a chaste kiss, Hyunjin all but slumps down, groaning and pushing off his sweatpants the rest of the way until he's truly naked. He glances up at Jisung and they smile at each other.

Back on the other corner, Jeongin sits back on his haunches between Seungmin's legs when Hyunjin is close enough. Hyunjin is beaming, hardly looking like he just had someone's dick down his throat.

"I thought you'd never ask." Then he cups Jeongin's face, slow and deliberate, like Jeongin might escape him if he isn't careful enough.

But Jeongin isn't going anywhere.

Everyone except Chan and Minho watch the kiss. Jisung knows for a fact they've been individually wanting to kiss each other for a long time, so it feels special to see it happen for the first time like this. They're so beautiful together.

"How does Changbin taste?" Seungmin asks because he loves chaos, unblinking eyes taking in the sight before him.

Jeongin hums and pulls away a little. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he replies, because he knows Seungmin. He brushes Hyunjin's plush lips with his own and oh , Jisung knows how that drives Hyunjin insane.

Felix chuckles behind Jisung. "Hyunjinnie loves that."

Jisung smiles. To be known.

And because Jeongin knows, too, he pulls back and lets Seungmin and Hyunjin kiss as well. Hyunjin nearly drapes himself over Seungmin's torso and Seungmin buries his hand in Hyunjin's hair.

"Oh god, Chris is-"

Felix doesn't have to tell Jisung twice. His eyes bounce back like a ping pong ball and finds Minho has undressed Chan completely and is kissing down his abs. Chan seems to be mortified at this for whatever ungodly reason, but Jisung needs to commit this to memory as much as possible. Especially when Chan seemingly gets enough and drags Minho back up and them flips them both over to get the upper hand and start undressing Minho too.

Jisung whines. He's really starting to heat up again, feeling more sweaty the more Felix keeps petting his skin softly or digging his fingers to massage his shoulders. His cock has started leaking steadily now, precum running down his shaft.

"Yongbok," Changbin's voice makes both startle a little and Felix's hold on him tightens. Changbin's near their legs, kneeling, looking calm and flushed and content. "Can I kiss Jisungie?"

And maybe Felix is as surprised as Jisung is, maybe not and he's just thinking about it. That is, until he definitely feels the way Jisung squeezes around his knot momentarily because, fuck, he just loves it when they talk about him even when he's there.

And Changbin wants to kiss him.

Felix relaxes slowly, doesn't remove his arm from Jisung, but he still nods.

Changbin smiles and only then does he look at Jisung. He lies down on his side facing him, and when he places his hand on Jisung's waist, he makes sure to touch Felix too. "Hi, Hannie. You good?"

Jisung nods, fast and impatient, and closes the distance himself.

It's definitely not as frenetic as it was before, but Jisung still finds himself getting lost into the kiss rather easily, especially since Felix's scent and pheromones are still so close by, and now there's Changbin who smells sweet and chocolatey and it makes every part of Jisung water.

He almost doesn't realize he's moving until Changbin and Felix groan simultaneously and then Jisung really takes in the pleasure he's unwittingly chasing, the delicious friction of his sensitive cock against Changbin's stomach, and the intense pressure of Felix inside him. A match made in heaven.

Jisung won't stop until someone stops him, so he ruts onto Changbin earnestly, the perfect combination of soft and hard to rub his dick against, plus he's kissing Jisung like he wants to learn the shape of each of his teeth by memory and Jisung's brain is melting out of his ears.

Jisung is vaguely aware of other things; sounds of other people doing similar things, feeling similar pleasures, the scent of arousal thickening but in such a combination that Jisung can't tell them apart anymore, but it's good, it's so good it makes him wanna get scented by the air itself and have everyone's aromas on him.

"Sungie..." Felix grunts, biting Jisung's shoulder carefully. "I-"

Jisung can feel it, the way Felix's knot starts to deflate slightly, steadily, and this renews Felix's vigour, starting to move and grind against Jisung's ass as much as he can. Jisung moans into Changbin's mouth and it forces him to break the kiss, but it's okay because Changbin is still close, holding him just like Felix is, pushing his body against Jisung's more to give him what he needs and fuck. Fuck . Jisung should have really humped Changbin's stomach sooner.

"I- mmph ! Yes, Lix, that-" Jisung can't find the right words, but his eyes roll to the back of his head when Felix can finally fuck him properly, hiking Jisung's thigh up for better access and gasping Jisung's name.

" Fuck, fuck , you're so pretty, fuck !" Changbin keeps cursing, holding onto Jisung's hip with one hand and Jisung's neck with the other, keeping him as still as possible for Felix to fuck, the motion dragging Jisung's cock against Changbin without him having to do anything, feeling like a ragdoll in their combined touch. Jisung has the fleeting thought that maybe Changbin is cupping his neck the way he is, pulling Jisung protectively into him, to keep Felix from biting in that spot, but he doesn't linger too much on the idea because everything else is too much.

It builds way too fast again, but at least this time Felix actually gets to fuck him and Jisung can stay semi-conscious as the pleasure rips through him, holding onto Changbin's bicep and shoulder as the floor gets pulled from underneath him and he floats, pushing moan after moan into the divot between Changbin's pecs when he comes.

He feels each brush against his prostate translated into spurts of his cock all over Changbin and both he and Felix help Jisung ride it out, not stopping until Jisung is limp and quiet between them, brain like fizzling static trying to go back to normal as his whole body buzzes with pleasure.

Changbin kisses his forehead and Felix kisses his temple, and then he hears them kiss each other above Jisung's shoulder and he feels so warm and grounded he could melt right there.

But there's no rest for the wicked. The wicked in this case, coming from the way his body reacts when it finally registers some of the sounds around him, primarily Minho's moans escalating in volume and intensity. He has to look.

With a groan he opens his eyes and tries to push at Changbin to roll onto his back, but Changbin is already moving, clearly eager to get his eyes on whatever is going on behind him.

Minho is on his back, spread open, a bottle of lube thrown to the side and Chan's fingers deep inside him and moving, massaging slowly but forcefully in a way that has Jisung twitching, so much so that Felix starts moving inside him again, poorly restrained.

"Channie hyung," Minho moans, small hands clutching Chan's veiny forearm and oh. Oh god, Jisung could just come all over again.

Chan leans over Minho, their cocks brushing, and the way he smiles when he joins their foreheads together might be even more devastating than that . "Yes, Minho-ya?"

"I- ungh ! Mmph , not -"

Chan just moves his hand inside Minho even faster and a second later Minho is arching off the bed and wailing almost frustratingly as he comes, thick ropes across his own chest while Chan sits back between his legs and massages Minho's insides for all they're worth.

The silence really is absolute after that, even though Felix keeps rocking into Jisung as if he physically can't stop.

"Oh my god," Hyunjin breaks the stillness and Jisung manages to tear his eyes away from Minho to see him now fully nude as well, nestled between Jeongin and Seungmin who just have their shirts off, both their hands on Hyunjin but paused as they stopped to look at everything else.

And who could blame them.

Minho catches his breath while Chan pulls his fingers out and nuzzles Minho's thighs affectionately. It's terribly endearing until Minho slaps him on the back of the head and sits up.

"Hyung! I didn't wanna come yet!"

Chan giggles. "Why not, you're so good at it!"

Minho flops back down, covering his face with his forearm. "I need to save energy, this is just starting."

Chan keeps smiling and kisses Minho's hip. "You looked good."

Minho hrmphs .

"Sung," Felix pants in his ear. "Can I? Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So warm and tight and-"

Jisung nods, still floating slightly from his high, but he's not too sensitive. "Yes, it's okay, you can go harder."

Felix groans in appreciation but instead of just speeding up like Jisung thought he might, he pushes Jisung onto his belly and them promptly hikes up Jisung's ass in the air, grabbing him by the hips and fucking him roughly. And it's so hot Jisung feels himself leak from everywhere.

He raises onto his forearms and nearly gasps when he sees he has first-row view of Jeongin trailing down Hyunjin's chest while Seungmin kisses him. Hyunjin looks insane being pleasured by two people, so reactive, body twisting when he feels something particularly good.

Which makes Jisung think of something.

"He- ahh , his nipples are really sensitive," Jisung says, hoping he doesn't have to specify when both Seungmin and Jeongin see him looking at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin notices too. "Shut up, Han Jisung."

"Is that so?" Seungmin asks and leans down again, but this time he joins Jeongin and they both lick at Hyunjin's nipples, making him cry out. Jisung smiles to himself, but it's hard to focus when Felix is pounding him so relentlessly.

Also, when Chan, Changbin, and Minho are cuddling and kissing and looking at everyone else way too fondly for Jisung's poor heart.

"F-Fuck, Lix," Jisung trembles, feels the way slick and cum run down the insides of his thighs as Felix fucks it all out of him.

"Hannie..." Felix replies, sounding halfway gone already. "Shit. Ah! Chan hyung, Chris , could you-"

Jisung tries not to show he's surprised that Felix is calling on Chan, and maybe Chan is too because he doesn't show any emotion as he moves right away, leaving Changbin and Minho and kneeling next to Felix. Jisung wishes he could see them but even looking over his shoulder so blatantly feels like an invasion of privacy, even though Felix is literally inside his ass.

"Can you- make sure I don't-" Felix's voice shakes and it makes Jisung's chest tighten.

"I think you're in control now, Lix," Chan says, gentle. "But yes, if you want I'll stay here."

Fuck. Felix is afraid he might try claiming Jisung again.

The way that turns Jisung on should be something to reflect on, though perhaps at a much later time with some tea.

Right now, all he wants is to be good for Felix, and to watch the way Hyunjin writhes under Jeongin and Seungmin, especially now that Seungmin is mouthing at his cock sloppily, spit and precum running down Hyunjin's long shaft. Changbin and Minho are on their bellies looking at them, Minho playing with Hyunjin's outstretched hand.

"Hyunjin-ah... Can I ride you?" Minho asks playfully.

"Fuck, yes," Seungmin answers, popping off Hyunjin's dick, lips shiny. Changbin laughs.

It takes a moment for Hyunjin to answer, but he nods, squeezing Minho's hand.

" Ah, ah , Sung-" Felix grunts and pulls Jisung to himself so hard Jisung's hauled back until his ass and the backs of his thighs touch Felix's lap, upper body held tightly by Felix's arms as he thrusts into Jisung a few more times before Jisung feels him grow inside him. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he feels himself go boneless again, head lolling back onto Felix's shoulder, exposed, wanting him to have everything.

He doesn't expect Felix to bite him, knows Chan is there just in case, but part of Jisung kind of wants it, the ghost feeling of Felix's breathing over his scent gland making him shiver, his cock throbbing.

Felix comes deep inside Jisung and his knot finally coming up to size is what tips Jisung over and he fists his own cock desperately as he comes once again, milking Felix's knot until Felix whines.

Jisung melts back into Felix but Felix is wobbly too. Chan steadies them, hands around them both as he pulls them to lean on him. Jisung hums and breathes in Chan's scent calmly.

When he's okay to open his eyes, he nearly chokes upon seeing Minho already riding Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin kissing , and Changbin and Seungmin playfully wrestling not too far from the other three. Everything is happening too fast and he can't keep up, but he's also happy that he doesn't have to.

"See?" Chan says and his voice sounds a little far away to Jisung's muddled brain. "You didn't need me."

Felix hums a little.

"We always need you, hyung," Jisung hears himself say. He's fighting to keep his eyes open because he doesn't want to miss a thing, but it's a tough battle.

Chan kisses Felix and then Jisung, just a small peck, before he helps them lie down, on their fronts since Jisung says he wants to be flattened like a pancake.

So once again they have first row seats to everything that's going on around them. Minho is speeding up as he rides Hyunjin and Jeongin is alternating between kissing the two of them as he palms himself through his joggers. Jisung wants to tell him to lose them already, but his mouth isn't working too well.

Luckily, maybe Jeongin read his mind because he lowers his joggers and pulls out his cock, jerking off harder as Minho licks into his mouth and Hyunjin grips at his thigh.

On the other side of the nest, Changbin has predictably overpowered Seungmin, but the two still seem to be bickering even as Changbin pulls Seunmgin's sweatpants off with one hand, the other pinning Seungmin's wrists above his head. There's a bottle of lube next to them too.

And a prostate vibrator.

Jisung's vision swims, too turned on for his weak body and possible low levels of iron. Felix's weight the only grounding thing as it rests on him.

He is about to look around for Chan, wondering where he'd gone, when he comes back with a water bottle for him and Felix.

"Thank you," Felix says, offering it to Jisung first. Jisung always has a hard time staying hydrated, but he tries to get some down anyway. Felix on the other hand gulps down half the bottle in one go. They convince Jisung to drink just a little more before Chan takes the bottle back.

It's also just very hard to focus with Chan's hard dick just centimeters from Jisung's face.

Jisung is about to maybe tell Chan to fuck his face about it but he's interrupted.

"Pup?" Minho's wrecked voice says loudly and immediately both Chan and Seungmin perk up, looking at him.

Jeongin snorts and Felix cackles and Changbin starts going on about how cute that was, while Chan and Seungmin flush with embarrassment. The idea that Minho uses `pup' for both of them individually when they're with him does nothing but throw more kindling into the fire that is Jisung's neediness.

Minho smirks. "Ah, sorry Channie hyung, I meant our baby alpha this time." He groans and rolls his hips so hard Hyunjin clamps his hands around Minho's waist like a lifeline. "You're still a good pup, though."

Chan is so red when he busies himself with putting the water bottle back on the edge of the nest so no one rolls over it.

Seungmin tries and fails to hide his face because Changbin's got him pinned down and is now pressing giggling kisses to Seungmin's stomach as he pops open the lube bottle with one hand. Minho looks at Seungmin.

"Is this your- ah ! Your first time getting fingered?"

Seungmin groans. "That's none of your business."

Changbin looks up at him in surprise. "Wait, is it, really? Why didn't you say anything?!"

"Because I didn't want you to be gentle and corny with me!"

Changbin huffs. "Well, now I'm going to be twice as gentle and corny!" He emphasizes this by placing a careful kiss on Seungmin's sternum. Seungmin groans again, hips twitching.

Seungmin throws Minho a deadly glare and Minho's laughter becomes moaning when Hyunjin sits up and grabs him to flip them both over and start fucking him faster, erratic, clearly done with all the teasing he's been subjected to thus far. Jeongin reaches over to kiss Hyunjin now that he's on top, still touching himself increasingly more desperately.

"Fuck, are we ever going to break through my rut or your heat if everyone else keeps being so fucking horny?" Felix asks, holding back his laughter and nuzzling into the back of Jisung's neck. Jisung can barely laugh so pressed up between Felix's chest and the cushions underneath. He feels Felix raise his head. "Also, why is Chan so stupidly noble all the time?"

This makes Jisung look up. He sees Chan organize some of the mess they've made in the nest so far and he wants to smack him upside the head the way Minho did. "I really don't know." He takes in a deep breath. "Chan. Bang Chan."

Chan looks at them, always ready, so ready to be needed.

"Sung?" He asks, still kneeling a respectable distance because if not his dick would truly be poking Jisung or Felix in the eye.

"Why are you acting like a lifeguard instead of having fun?" Jisung asks him, craning his neck all the way back to look up at Chan's face.

Chan doesn't answer right away, clearly thinking of something adequate to say.

"Just... Just come here," Felix says before Chan can exaggerate to them about how he is having fun.

Felix pulls on Jisung to roll over so they lie on their sides again and Jisung makes grabby hands at Chan until he relents. The grabby hands never fail with him.

Chan lies on his side too, facing them, and lets Jisung pull him into a kiss. He feels more than he hears Felix behind him, a low growl rumbling in his chest. This was his idea, though, so Jisung hope's he's really okay with it. He loosens his hold on Jisung a little and that makes Jisung relax.

But either way, Chan includes them both right away, arm around Felix and pulling Felix into Jisung and Jisung into himself. He even very quickly takes over the kiss, licking into Jisung's mouth hungrily and then trailing his plush lips down Jisung's cheek and jaw until he finds Felix behind him and they kiss so close to him Jisung feels it in his bones.

Chan goes back and forth between them a couple of times before he starts pushing back on them, manhandling them to roll over once more, this time with Felix on his back and Jisung on top, feet planting around Felix as to keep his balance. Felix wraps his arms around Jisung tightly and kisses his shoulder.

Always attentive, Chan slips a pillow under Felix's upper body so he's more propped up, and so is Jisung.

And then he doesn't give them a chance to do anything before he's moving down between their legs and taking Jisung's still hard dick into his mouth.

" Ah !" Jisung bucks up from the unexpected stimulation, Felix's knot keeping him from going too far anyway.

And it's not like Chan gags so easily.

" Ungh , this isn't what we meant-" Jisung says, hands shooting down to grab at Chan's messy hair.

Chan doesn't listen, just licks down the length of Jisung's cock and then keeps going, down his sack and then circling his tongue around the base of Felix's cock and Jisung's entrance where they're locked together.

"Oh fucking shit-" Felix starts cursing like a sailor, fingers digging painfully into Jisung's hips. "Chris, fuck!"

The worst thing isn't even Chan sneakily turning the tables on them, but the fact that Jisung can also see what everyone else is up to from this position and maybe it would be better for his sanity if he didn't.

Changbin is indeed very carefully fingering Seungmin, still planting gentle kisses wherever he can reach. Then he takes the toy and Jisung gasps, but they're interrupted by someone else gasping even louder.

Jisung looks at the other three just in time to see Jeongin reach his climax with his hand on his cock and Hyunjin's tongue in his mouth. He comes all over Minho's already soiled torso and moans brokenly when Hyunjin and Minho only encourage him.

"I'm sorry, hyung, I-"

"Shut up," Minho tells him and pulls him down to kiss, guiding Jeongin's hand down to tug at Minho's cock too and help him finish. Jeongin gasps into Minho's mouth and takes over, jerking him off with his own slick, messy hand until Minho is trembling through his orgasm, shooting up onto his stomach once more and adding to the mess.

"F-Fuck, Minho-" Hyunjin whines, eyes closed in concentration as he keeps fucking into Minho.

Minho gripes tiredly. "Don't you dare come inside me, Hwang Hyunjin, I don't want to deal with all that so early in the night."

Hyunjin nods, clearly struggling to hold back, so he pulls out of Minho and fists his cock fast and rough, also coming over Minho a moment later, moaning loudly and so clearly it bounces off the walls.

"What the-" Jisung is malfunctioning, body shivering in the wake of Chan's tongue, Felix's knot, and the visuals and soundtrack of everyone else that completes a final picture that Jisung isn't too sure he can cope with without something getting irreversibly changed inside him.

Felix can't take it anymore and starts rutting up into Jisung with the small range of motion he has, so Chan pulls back, bottom of his face shiny with slick and cum and spit. He looks downright dizzy.

"Fuck, you taste so good, I'm-"

"Chan hyung," Seungmin whines and all three of them turn to look, though Felix can't see very well from his position. Seungmin is still lying back, legs spread to accommodate Changbin who now has the toy inside him, the gentle buzzing getting lost in the sea of lewd sounds all around.

Seungmin looks halfway gone, flushed and pretty and twitching with Changbin's movements, as if he physically can't stay still.

Chan is there in a second, kneeling next to Seungmin.

"What is it?" He pushes Seungmin's sweaty fringe off his face. Seungmin whines again and grabs Chan forearms, pulling him down.

Changbin chuckles. "He keeps saying you're the only person he hasn't kissed yet and wants to kiss you."

Chan looks both embarrassed and thrilled. It's a good look on him, Jisung thinks. But Jisung also thinks every single one of them has never looked hotter in their lives, and that definitely includes Minho with a literal pool of cum dripping off his torso.

"Of course I'll kiss you, Seungminnie." Chan leans down to do as he says and Seungmin groans in pleasure as Changbin keeps pushing the toy inside him. Chan chuckles when Seungmin can't even kiss him properly, so overstimulated. "Feels good?"

Seungmin nods and moans again. "Why did- ahh ! No one told me it felt like this. You're all fake!"

Minho cackles, downright evil.

"Jisung hyung." Jisung's perks up, turning to Jeongin. He's waving some clothing garment in his hand. "I think I found Hyunjin hyung's Balenciaga hoodie." And then he uses it to wipe the ridiculous amount of cum off Minho's chest with a grin.

"Oh, you bitch..." Hyunjin breathes out with zero spite, the fight fucked out of him as he catches his breath.

Jisung laughs, and moans, and laughs some more. He doesn't think he's ever felt so many things at once but it's hard to compartmentalize when everything keeps happening.

Felix is still trying to fuck him, but he only manages to grind his knot in a circular motion that doesn't feel half bad, actually. "G-God, Sung, I want- I think I can-"

Felix's knot pulses and Jisung chokes on his spit. "You can come like this?"

Felix nods and grips Jisung harder, surely bruising his skin but it only makes everything feel more, and Jisung wants more.

As he watches Seungmin lose his mind between Chan and Changbin, Jisung feels like he's losing his as well. They both twist and writhe, trying to get more, rapidly heading towards the same end.

And then Seungmin pulls away from kissing Chan and opens his eyes, meeting Jisung's gaze straight on.

Jisung can't help the way a moan rips from his throat, clutching Felix's arms around him. His cock twitches almost painfully and he can't look away, and apparently neither can Seungmin.

He isn't sure who comes first but it's a near thing, both loud in the room as someone else makes them shoot up all over themselves. The way he clenches non-stop must be the last drop for Felix and he comes too, knot throbbing and warmth spreading inside Jisung as he once again fills him up.

Silence reigns for a moment. Felix groggily rolls them over on their sides and they both slump down, boneless.

"I didn't know that was possible," Jisung mumbles, hoping Felix understands him. He still can't open his eyes.

"Mmm. Me neither."

"Does that mean the knot stays in for longer than before or-" before he's done speaking, they both seize up for a second as they feel Felix's knot going down. Felix shivers.

Carefully, he pulls out of Jisung and Jisung lets himself plop down and then roll onto his back, boneless. Felix wastes no time climbing over him, pushing him down once again. "I love your ass very much, but I was missing your front too." He kisses the chuckle out of Jisung's lips and combs fingers through his hair.

"I think my face is better than my ass."

"Hm, debatable."

They curl up, watching the others.

Chan and Changbin wrap around Seungmin while Minho and Hyunjin do the same to Jeongin, Hyunjin already more perked up as he plays with Jeongin's hair and tries to nuzzle him forcibly.

"We're so lucky," Felix says. Jisung couldn't agree more.

"Insanely."

Felix scents him again and it still makes Jisung's eyelids feel heavy and his brain fog up, but he's a little more in control now, the worst of his primal instincts possibly leaking out of him as they speak. Literally.

"God, I'm dripping so much," he says, grimacing a little.

"Want me to clean you up?"

Jisung nods. Usually he wouldn't care but it's so much...

"Or maybe someone here wants to eat you out..." Felix says a bit more loudly, smirking.

Seungmin lifts his head, back from the dead.

Jisung feels his face get so warm, half-hard dick seemingly interested again.

Changbin laughs and ruffles Seungmin's hair. "Our puppy likes that?"

"Likes it so much," Minho says, already sitting up, as if preparing to watch a movie. Jeongin follows suit, hair a mess.

"God, that's so hot I'm not even gonna fight you for it," Hyunjin adds, brushing sweaty hair off his face.

So Felix puts a pillow under Jisung's hips before going to collect Seungmin. He's like putty in Felix's hold when Felix helps him kneel down between Jisung's thighs. Before he does anything, though, Felix kisses him, smoothing a hand down Seungmin's face and neck.

"Please don't drown," Felix teases and Seungmin spares him an annoyed look but Felix just smiles.

"Seungminnie," Jisung says, reaching out to him. "Kiss me first."

Seungmin's face relaxes as he moves to hover above Jisung and kiss him. No matter how hot it was what Felix was possessive over him at first, Jisung is glad it's tamed down. He's never had Seungmin like this, so soft and warm and non-snappy, but he likes it just as much, feels his chest full from knowing Seungmin has been feeling good. The more their tongues meet and slide against one another, though, the more Seungmin seems to perk up, until he's pushing Jisung down into the cushions and pulling away from him to slide down his body.

Everyone watches Seungmin eat Jisung out, which is somehow more embarrassing than other things that have happened, for whatever reason. Felix lies on his side next to Jisung and pets both his and Seungmin's hair.

"Gonna come like this?" Felix asks Jisung in between kisses.

Jisung, back to full hardness, whines. "I-I don't know." He probably could, but he could hold off too for a bit. "Why"? If Felix wants to fuck him again Jisung can wait for him.

"No reason. It's really hot to see." Felix kisses his nose. "You okay if I leave you for a sec, though?

Worry spreads through Jisung like wildfire. "Why? Are you okay?"

Felix nods with a reassuring smile. "It's embarrassing but- now that I can think a little clearer it's bothering me that Hyunjin, Chris, and Changbin hyung don't smell like me. I've been scenting the others all week but..."

Jisung relaxes, groans in surprise when Seungmin fucks his tongue into him. " Ah ! O-Okay. Yeah, go be an alpha, babe." He smiles teasingly and Felix flicks him on the nose before kissing him again.

Felix crawls away towards Chan and Changbin who apparently have been busy making out.

"Ah, Seungminnie!" Jisung exclaims, fisting Seungmin's hair because, like with their kissing, he's getting more and more excited by the second and is now directly dragging his teeth over Jisung's rim as if planning to take `eating out' to a new level.

Jisung clamps his thighs around Seungmin's head before managing to pull him up, disoriented as he is. Seungmin groans and nuzzles into Jisung's neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no..." Jisung holds him close, turns to the side to see Felix kneeling up above Chan and Changbin, the way they bare their necks for Felix so easily making Jisung tremble.

"Hey, Seungminnie... Can I scent you?"

Seungmin smiles and nods, giving Jisung access. His eyelids flutter and he actually moans . Jisung liked him during his rut when he was possessive and intense, but he likes him like this so much too.

Soon, he finds himself surrounded by Jeongin and Minho as well, not wanting to be left out of the scenting party. Jisung imagines Hyunjin is with Felix by now, but he can't really look, overwhelmed by the way the others become scent drunk around him. He isn't unaffected, after all it's three whole alphas plus the lingering scent of the others and especially Felix's, but he feels a lot more in control than the others who have begun grinding and humping him.

Minho and Jeongin cling to Jisung's chest, rutting their cocks on Jisung's hips on either side of his body while Seungmin straddles one of Jisung's thighs and rides it minutely, leaning down to kiss whoever turns his way next and run his hands all over Jisung. He's surrounded in the best way for his aching, yearning body, but the worst way for his mental stability. Three pairs of hands fondle and touch and grab, taking, taking, taking, and when he thinks he will run out of things to give, they find more and maybe that's the whole point, maybe with them he will always be replenished.

"Hyung," Jeongin grunts, hand sliding down to Jisung's waist and pulling, pulling. "You smell so... I don't know if I wanna eat you or-" He seeks Jisung's lips again, tasting like himself, like all of them.

"Or get you pregnant," Minho says, teeth marking Jisung's shoulder.

Jisung pulls away from Jeongin, scandalized. "Hyung!"

Minho ignores him, most likely satisfied with getting a reaction out of him before he grabs at Jisung's dick. Jisung bucks up and then Seungmin sucks on his nipple.

They don't stop; Jeongin pushes two fingers into Jisung's mouth while Minho does the same to Jisung's leaking hole and Seungmin keeps licking and sucking all over his torso. Jisung is overwhelmed, overpowered, overjoyed, hoping he doesn't dissolve under so much attention.

"You're so hot inside it's hard to-" Minho's words and hips stutter, stabbing the outside of Jisung's thigh with his cock before pulling fingers out, reaching to squeeze Seungmin's thigh instead as if trying to get a grip, inhaling deeply.

Jisung chokes on Jeongin's fingers and Jeongin pulls out as well, a low whine in his throat as he leans down to kiss Jisung once more..

Jisung tries to see if he can hear anything from the others but it's hard with so many sounds crowding him. He knows Felix is probably surrounded as well and hopes he isn't too frustrated, though he's spend his ruts with alphas before so it should be okay. He finally hears Felix's low voice say something, then Hyunjin, then Chan, but he can't make out what they're saying.

And he gives up when Seungmin shifts over, kneeling in between Jisung's thighs before leaning over him, getting so close he's rubbing his dick along the V of Jisung's pelvis, rutting desperately. It reminds Jisung that Seungmin has jus presented recently; a new alpha with poor self-control. Jisung groans, grabbing at Seungmin's ass because he also has poor self-control; if Seungmin shifts a little he could slide into Jisung so, so easily.

" G-God , someone fuck me, please, I-" Jisung moans. He doesn't care who at this point, doesn't want to disappoint Felix if he's meant to be the only one; perhaps they should have talked about it, but he's also being tested so bad and can't think straight.

Suddenly, Chan is in his line of sight, standing above all of them. "Ji..."

And fuck it, maybe he can give Jisung what he needs, what the others are holding themselves back from doing. Plus, he can finally help Chan out as well.

"Chan, Chan, fuck me!" Jisung reaches out, trying to get Chan to come to him.

Chan's eyes go wide. His presence seemingly helps the others snap out of their scent intoxication a little, or maybe they're just making way for Chan because Jisung asked for him by name. Either way, they give him some room and Chan kneels next to Jisung.

"Hyung, please!" Jisung pulls on him when he's within reach and Chan stumbles, holding himself up just barely above Jisung, breathing over each other's mouths. "I need-" Jisung hears Felix moan and his attention is stolen momentarily. He looks to the side and sees Felix on his back, Changbin straddling his upper thighs so their cocks line up together.

And Hyunjin is taking them both in his mouth, their tips breaching past his plush lips as he tries to go further but can't manage a lot more. He pulls back and drools all over them before licking hungrily and trying again.

This makes Jisung seventy five percent more insane. He turns back to Chan, keening and watery. "Please, Chan hyung!"

Chan groans, gets his hand on Jisung's waist and squeezes. "Ji, wait. You- I-"

Jisung whines and grabs Chan's cock, neglected and flushed and so hard Jisung can almost feel it inside him.

Chan takes a shuddering breath. "Ji, Felix needs you."

Oh. That clears some of the fog in Jisung's mind. He nods, groans. He needs Felix too.

Chan wraps around him and before Jisung is even a little bit prepared, and hikes him up off the cushions and onto his shoulder. Jisung yelps, stomach swooping as he's lifted into the air. He would have been fine to crawl but this works too, probably.

Standing up, Chan makes more than one person gasp, but Jisung can only see Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin as they watch with slack jaws Chan carry Jisung across the nest.

When Chan brings him down, he deposits Jisung directly onto Felix's lap, Changbin and Hyunjin gone already. Felix grabs on immediately, pulling Jisung's torso down over himself, Jisung's ass in the air, and then guiding him to his cock to him so roughly Jisung would be worried if these were other circumstances.

As they're not, he sinks into Felix easily, eyes rolling back as he finally gets what he needs.

Jisung doesn't know when it happens but he feels himself being surrounded again. There's hands, lips, thighs, voices. It feels like all of them, smells like all of them, touching him and Felix and each other. It doesn't seem to matter whose hands go where or who kisses whom; they're all just adding so much to the equation that Jisung feels heavy and full and about to explode.

Someone's raising him up and pushing him down onto Felix's cock again and again, someone else is swallowing down his weeping length, palms push his thighs further apart, a tongue soothes over his scent gland, a dick ruts against his lower back. He tastes spit, skin, maybe blood, his or someone else's, but it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

Felix's knot pushes against his walls then and Jisung wails, forgets his own name, falls into a white abyss as he bursts in the wet heat of someone's mouth and gets his world tilted sideways with the way he feels like they're all fucking him at once.

There's such an abundance of everything that it really hits when there's suddenly nothing, his senses shutting down with too-muchness, vision going white and not even a ring in his ears.

Slowly it comes back to him, his nose working first to ensure him that he's indeed still around them all and he's safe and he's home.

Then, a rumble in his chest, maybe coming from another chest judging by the way he feels so warm and close to someone.

It's Felix, beneath him, Jisung resting his head sideways on his collarbones as best as he can, unable to hold himself up. Felix hums and pats Jisung's head softly. Jisung's tongue peeks out to soothe at his own bitten lip, the blood mostly gone.

Jisung is slowly able to focus on more sounds, and finds there's still a lot of them. People kissing, touching, moaning, saying things that make his insides squirm.

After a few tries he gets his eyes open. And maybe he should have kept them closed and prepared a bit more.

Chan and Jeongin are tumbling around, kissing heavily, grinding up against each other. He's a little disappointed that he missed how that happened but he's also glad that it is happening. Even Chan and Jeongin himself look a little disbelieving. Jisung can't see anyone else from his limited point of view, but he hears there's probably similar situations all around. Jeongin rolls Chan over, strong even though Chan clearly lets him.

"Innie, fuck-" Chan moans, rolling his hips up to get some friction, delirious. "Would you- ah , would you- I mean, do you wanna-"

Jeongin looks down at Chan with a small frown. "What was that?"

Chan whimpers. " Wouldyoufuckme ?"

Jeongin and Jisung gasp. This makes Felix nudge against Jisung's head. "You okay?"

Jisung nods. Can't quite make his mouth work. Still, he feels Felix turn his head the same way Jisung is facing.

"Hyung, are you sure-" Jeongin asks, eyes wide as Chan clings to his biceps.

Chan flushes as if shocked by his own admittance. "I mean- If you want? That's okay if not. I-"

"Fuck no," Changbin's voice comes from somewhere behind Jisung. "Enough's enough."

Suddenly, Changbin and Minho show up, pinning Chan's arms down. "Hyung, if you don't tell us what you want right now I will kill you," Minho tells him, looking accordingly murderous.

"Yeah, we need to catch you up to speed. You haven't come even once." Changbin holds Chan's arm in a lock between his.

"What's the problem?" Chan asks. "It's not like anyone's keeping a counter!" He looks between Changbin and Minho and then at Jeongin. "I was just making sure he was comfortable with-"

"We all are, hyung," Jeongin tells him. "I said I was, didn't I? Just tell me again. Clearly. What do you want?"

Chan nods, looking around again. He even finds Jisung's eyes amongst the others and Jisung hopes he sees in there what Chan himself should already know; he deserves to feel good too, not just take care of them. He swallows, blushes. "Fine. Yes. I want you to fuck me. Please ."

Jeongin still seems slightly shocked, but he smiles. "I can definitely do that."

"Quick, so he doesn't escape!" Hyunjin shouts. Jisung briefly wonders what he and Seungmin are up to but he wants to keep watching the Chan-saga.

"No worries, he isn't going anywhere," Minho says, releasing Chan's arm but moving to push one of his thighs further apart. His grin sends shivers down Jisung's spine and Felix pets his back. "We'll get him ready for you, Iyen-ah."

Chan gasps and Jeongin dutifully moves from in between Chan's thighs to give Minho, and then Changbin, some room. Jeongin leans down close to Chan's face. "You'd like that, hyung? Do the hyungs know what you like?" Chan nods the tiniest bit, seeks Jeongin's lips. "I should learn so I can make you feel good."

Chan apparently can't take it anymore and pulls Jeongin down to kiss him. Jisung can see the desperation in his every muscle as he holds onto Jeongin while Minho and Changbin grab the lube and-

And-

"Oh my god, they're both gonna finger him," Seungmin says and Jisung just can't get his mouth to close, possibly drooling over Felix's chest.

Minho and Changbin are so in sync it seems impossible to think they haven't done this before. Do they double team Chan from time to time?

Chan whines and it's much louder than Jisung's expecting, but it makes him happy that Chan is finally letting lose, finally letting someone take care of him. Jisung wishes he could be there, even if just to touch his arm.

Changbin leans down and licks the underside of Chan's angry, neglected cock and Chan cries out. "N-No, please, I'll come so fast, please-"

Changbin and Minho laugh and Jeongin distracts Chan again, hand sliding down his abs.

Felix squeezes Jisung's arm. "They're so hot what the fuck."

Jisung hums. "I'm so normal about it." He manages to close his mouth. There is indeed some drool. He feels Felix turning his head.

"Oh my god, Seungminnie and Hyunjin..."

"What?" Jisung asks, heart picking up even more. "What are they doing?" He could turn his head, but he isn't sure he's ready to move yet.

"Seungmin has Hyunjin sitting in front of him and is jerking him off. His hands look- Fuck. They belong on Hyunjinni's cock for real."

Fuck. Jisung is but one weak man.

He rolls his head to the other side, Felix's chest still warm under his other cheek.

Seungmin has Hyunjin in front of him, chest to back and both facing towards the others, so they can watch, but at the moment Seungmin's only looking at Hyunjin as he makes him feel good, his certainly gorgeous hands wrapped around Hyunjin's girth almost reverently.

"Fuck," Jisung exhales, mouth dry. He should probably drink some water.

"Oh my god," Felix exclaims almost breathless.

"What, what, what!" Jisung turns again. No one has any respect for his sanity and neck health.

The other four are more or less still in the same positions, but now Changbin has dragged one of Jeongin's hands down to join his and Minho's. Chan has three fingers inside him and they're all from a different person and Jisung hopes his departure from this world is swift and painless because he's definitely passing away.

"God, I'm ready, please." Chan wiggles his hips, desperate.

"What do you think, Innie?" Changbin asks. "Is he ready?"

Jeongin sits back on his heels and considers Chan from there. "I don't know, I think he can wait a little longer."

Chan whines. "Please, I'm so-"

"Should have thought of that before you decided to wait until now," Jeongin tells him with a smile.

Changbin laughs, grabs the back of Jeongin's head affectionately but still rather rough. "I knew you'd be like this."

"Jeongin-ah would probably have you crying in ten minutes flat, Changbinnie," Minho says casually.

Changbin snorts. "He can try."

"Are you whiny, hyung?" Jeongin grabs Changbin's head too with his free hand. Jisung doesn't forget that their other hands are busy fingering Chan. "Jisung hyung said you were."

Jisung squeaks. For a moment it was as if he forgot he himself existed in this same reality at all, as if he was just watching through a magical peephole or something. But being acknowledged sends a sharp feeling through his stomach and his eyes widen.

"Did he? Changbin gives him a side glance before he looks back at Jeongin, bringing him close, their foreheads together. "I guess we'll find out."

Jeongin closes the small distance and kisses Changbin, frenetic despite the situation, or maybe because of it.

Chan complains louder, reaching for someone, anyone, but Minho just smiles at him and traces a finger meanly up Chan's length and Chan moans.

It's almost too much for Jisung. His cock hurts when it twitches in between his body and Felix's.

Hyunjin becomes louder than Chan, though, so Jisung looks again. It only takes three more strokes of Seungmin's hand before Hyunjin is spilling all over him, his voice high and sweet and pornographic.

As if reacting to this in one way or another, Felix's knot goes down. He and Jisung exhale in surprise.

"Fuck. I am so tired," Felix says, pulling out of Jisung carefully. Jisung hisses when he starts leaking over Felix's pelvis. "And yet I'm still not over how good you smell and look and taste..." He bites at Jisung's shoulder playfully.

Seungmin must have heard Felix talking because he chimes in before Jisung can even think of what to say. "Why does he always taste so good?"

"It's infuriating, honestly," Hyunjin adds, slumped over Seungmin, eyes closed. "I'd be so powerful if I had Hannie's scent and taste."

Jisung's face burns. "Ya, stop it!"

"Don't listen to him," Minho says and Jisung turns to him. He's still just casually finger deep in Chan while Jeongin and Changbin make out. "He's got a praise kink. Don't you, jagiya?"

"Our Ji's so pretty," Chan mumbles, looking only halfway there. "Deserves all the praise."

Jisung hides his face on Felix's chest, overwhelmed. It feels like he's getting fucked by everyone all over again.

"Are we talking about Hannie?" Changbin's wrecked voice says and oh god, now everyone's in it. "He looks so good when he's fucked out like this."

Jeongin hums, still eyeing Changbin's lips. "I like it when he feels so good he goes a little crossed eyed."

To Jisung's mortification this is met with enthusiastic agreement from everyone else.

And maybe that's what love is sometimes. Mortification.

"God he's just..." Seungmin's voice is so tense it sends Jisung back to the day of his rut, to hearing him holding back. He takes a peek to his left to watch and feels his stomach drop when he sees Seungmin is touching himself with his dirtied hand and looking at Jisung with untamed hunger. "So made to be fucked by us."

And maybe Jisung's vision whites out a little at the edges. It comes back when Seungmin's eyes move down, to Felix. "Don't worry Lix. I'm not gonna, I just-"

"No, you should," Felix says and Jisung raises his head to look at him. "I'm sorry I've been so possessive, it's not like you can't- like, if Jisungie wants to too, you should." Seungmin doesn't say anything, which speaks volumes to Jisung. Felix looks up at him and smiles, brushing Jisung's hair away from his face. "I'm not the mean alpha keeping you from everyone else, am I?"

Jisung chuckles a little. "I never thought you were. Everyone understands."

"And I'm grateful. But I'm good now, I promise. I mean, maybe I won't promise I won't want you for myself again but..." He looks back at Seungmin. "I also kinda want to see you with others too."

Jisung's lungs get filled with the possibilities. He locks eyes with Seungmin again.

Suddenly, Felix flips them over. He feels stronger than Jisung ever remembers him being, not that he minds. "Love you," Felix tells him and kisses him chastely on the lips. Jisung wants to drink his sweat.

"Love you..." Jisung raises on his elbows to see Felix crawl away, meeting Seungmin in the middle and kissing him too. Hyunjin reaches for Felix when he's close enough and pulls him down over him.

Seungmin kneels politely in between Jisung's legs, smiles at him softly, like he's in perfect control despite the fact that Jisung can see how hard he is, smell how affected he feels. "You wanna be next to hyung?" He nods his head towards Chan and oh. Oh that's-

"Yes." Seungmin's a genius.

The Seungmin distraction was enough that Jisung missed how Minho and Changbin left, now on the side comfortably, Minho's head on Changbin's lap as Changbin threads fingers through his hair. Changbin's half hard but they seem content to just watch.

And Chan and Jeongin. Well, fuck.

"Can I-" Jeongin asks before he just goes for it and folds Chan in half, knees to his chest. "Do this?"

Chan's moan is more than enough answer. "Jeongin, please, please-" Chan chokes on his words when Jeongin pushes inside him and Jisung feels his heartbeat in his ass.

He pulls Seungmin to him, lying back in the same line as Chan is, losing his mind at the closeness, scent and noises invading him. Jeongin notices him first, pupils dark and wild as he stars to fuck Chan slowly and realizes Seungmin is about to do the same to Jisung.

"Fuck, hyungs..."

Seungmin wastes approximately five seconds lining himself up with Jisung's hole, dragging his cock through the mess of fluids still there before he pushes in and hisses. Jisung throws his head back, wraps his legs around Seungmin's slim waist. "Yes, yes, yes... "

This finally alerts Chan of his presence and he turns his head, lips bitten raw and eyes unfocused. "Sungie..." He stretches his hand out.

Jisung moans and holds it.

It's hard to focus on just one thing as Seungmin fucks him, Jeongin fucks Chan, Chan squeezes his hand, and the others are all around them doing god knows what.

Well, maybe he does know what.

" Yongbok-ah ..." Minho saccharine voice makes it through the groaning and grunting. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck," Seungmin curses and drops his forehead on Jisung's collarbones. "You're so hot inside. Literally. I feel like you're gonna burn me." He sucks a hickey on Jisung's pec and Jisung squeezes around him. "Sorry- I-I'm not gonna last, Jisung."

"Shut up, that's so hot," Jisung says, pulling him closer with his free hand. "Not literally."

"You mean figuratively?"

Jisung kisses him silent.

Chan sounds like he's losing every single one of his marbles the more seconds go by, whining so loudly he gives Jisung and Hyunjin a run for their money. If Jisung had known he'd be like this he would have done something about it sooner.

Seungmin breaks the kiss to moan, eyes closed in concentration. Jisung is having none of it; if he wants to come he shouldn't hold back. He clenches around Seungmin and noses at his scent gland.

" Jisung -"

It must take him by relative surprise too, with the way he seizes up, gasping, frowning and stuttering. Jisung immediately misses the feeling of a knot swelling inside him but it's okay; Seungmin's warm seed coating his insides and his beautiful face as he loses control more than make up for it. He could watch Seungmin coming forever.

As Seungmin slumps on him, Jisung takes a chance to look at his side. Chan is barely holding onto his hand, too focused on Jeongin. And who could blame him. Jeongin looks astronomically attractive holding onto the backs of Chan's thighs, pushing into him again and again, sweat beginning to bead at his forehead, biting his lip when it feels too good.

Jisung also has a chance to look at his other side and see that Felix is indeed fucking Minho already, having him in all fours and kissing Minho's back as he thrusts into him. Changbin and Hyunjin are kissing and petting each other lazily, Hyunjin jerking Changbin off sloppily and whispering something in his ear.

Seungmin recovers a little, enough to sit back and pull out of Jisung. He stares listlessly at Jisung's dripping entrance and Jisung knows he's thinking about eating him out again. And while that would be nice, Jisung would love to keep having someone inside for a while longer, needing just a bit more.

And maybe Seungmin realizes this too. "Who wants to fuck Jisung next?"

Jisung's chest expands, sitting up to grab at Seungmin playfully, embarrassed at him just offering Jisung up like that. "Seungmin!"

"Not fair!" Hyunjin says as Changbin sits up, hair messy, expression giddy. "Give me like five more minutes and-"

Changbin is already scrambling away from him.

Seungmin turns to Jisung with a satisfied smile before he kisses him. "Have fun."

It's the understatement of the century. Jisung might have a new baseline for what it means to have fun.

As soon as Changbin gets there, Jisung pushes him on his back and climbs over him. Jisung has never ridden Changbin before, and what a better opportunity to also look over everyone else in the nest.

"Holy shit-" Changbin grips Jisung's thighs as Jisung sinks himself on his cock, the glide easy and electrifying. " Dude , you're burning up. Is this normal? Oh my god." He throws his head back and fucks up into Jisung, trembling. "I'm not gonna last. You feel insane."

Jisung does feel insane, in fact. His brain is scrambled eggs as he hears Chan starting to beg, pleading with Jeongin to let him come, but apparently Jeongin has discovered how much he's into edging right now at this very moment.

"Just a little more, hyung. I thought you were okay not coming?" he asks, clearly out of breath, a teasing smile on his lips. It's too hot.

Chan groans, holds onto Jeongin's biceps with both hands now that Jisung is busy balancing on top of Changbin. "Please, please, please!"

Jeongin merely laughs. Jisung thinks Minho would be very proud of him if he wasn't also busy with his own slightly unhinged alpha. Jisung sees Felix biting Minho's shoulder and he literally feels the thrill run down through his body a second before Felix comes, hand sliding around Minho's body to jerk him off and tip him over the edge.

Changbin snaps. He grabs Jisung's waist and bounces him on his cock the way Jisung knew he would if they ever did this. It's rough and needy and Jisung grabs onto his chest with one hand, the other flying to his dick to give himself more, more, more.

"Jeongin-ah! Please!" Chan has tears in his eyes, actual tears. Jisung can't help it and reaches out to touch him again, let Changbin take care of balancing him.

"You're doing so well, hyung," Jeongin praises and Jisung feels it inside him, as if it was about him, as he knows Chan feels it too.

Chan squeezes Jisung's hand gratefully, looks up at him as if he's so glad to see Jisung he has to smile.

"Shit, Jisung, I-" Changbin starts but Jisung cuts him off, nodding frantically.

"Yeah, j-just a little harder-" Changbin complies right away, jostling Jisung's body with every hard, sharp thrust. "Fuck, yes, fuckhnng !"

"Good hyung," Jeongin's voice penetrates the static set loose in Jisung's brain. "You can come, you can come."

And Jisung does and Changbin does and Chan does, all one harmony that rings in Jisung's ears until he's seemingly deaf, control and lucidity dripping weakly out of his spent cock. He sees flashes of Changbin twitching with aftershocks below Jisung, flushed and fucked out, Chan coming so hard over himself it reaches his lips, and Jeongin fucking him through it until he too seems to come apart, moaning something Jisung's brain can't process.

It's all a blur again, only this time he can't move, but he's moving anyway. Someone gently gets him off Changbin, setting him to lie against something soft and warm. A spot someone else just left, maybe. He hears movement, feels bodies adjusting around, but it's hard to make sense of anything. Someone comes up behind him, spooning him into his side.

"You're so good, Hannie." It takes him far too long to realize it's Hyunjin, and it's mostly because of his scent, sweet and tart in Jisung's nose.

Jisung wiggles against him, inadvertently rubbing against Hyunjin's hardness. He hadn't been thinking about it, but now that it's there...

His mouth feels like dry cotton but he opens it anyway. "Can you..." He wiggles again, hears Hyunjin gasp. "J-Just slide in, just stay there?"

Hyunjin murmurs something but then Jisung feels him shuffle Jisung's legs, spreading his cheeks, and then sliding in, pushing everyone else's cum further in and also out of him too. Jisung sighs in contentment and melts into his nest, the comfort of it enveloping.

"F-Fuck, Jisung, I don't think I can just stay put..." This time Jisung does hear Hyunjin, even if his consciousness is slowly slipping away from him. Hyunjin trembles behind him, grips Jisung's waist.

Jisung shrugs, uses the last of his strength to look back over his shoulder a little. "You can finish if you want..." and then he slumps back against the cushion. He doesn't mind if Hyunjin keeps going, he just need a tiny little rest.

"Oh god, you can't just.... Say that...."

Jisung wants to say that he did say it but all he does is slip down another level of consciousness, most of his body tuning out, just some movement and garbled noises coming through. He feels warm, he feels safe, and apparently that's all his body cares about.

The last thing he registers is the combined scents of everyone surrounding him.


'


It's hard to tell how much time has passed, but through his tightly closed eyelids Jisung thinks he perceives less light. It's past nighttime already which is crazy to think that it wasn't that far away to begin with but so many things happened in such a short amount of time.

He hears some movement, soft and careful. He also smells something else aside from everyone else; ramen.

At least he knows where one person is. Felix's pheromones are unmistakable as he breathes softly in the nape of Jisung's neck.

Jisung remembers Hyunjin being there before, though. He wonders if Hyunjin came, and if Felix switched with him after. At least Jisung wasn't left empty. He's sore and sensitive and could probably use more sleep, but now that he dipped his toes into consciousness again he is kind of curious about everyone else.

After a few more seconds he gets his eyelids to unstick from each other and slowly blinks his eyes open. It's all blurry, but he starts making out shapes, still unnoticed.

He'd been right; Changbin and Jeongin are eating ramen on the couch, still butt naked, both from the same bowl that Changbin handles, feeding Jeongin and himself intermittently. It seems dangerous to eat hot noodle soup with their dicks out but who is Jisung to tell them what to do.

The other ones are in a four-person cuddle pile with Chan in the middle, his stomach, thighs, and shoulder serving as pillows for Hyunjin, Minho, and Seungmin respectively. They're all also still naked which makes Jisung happy, if nothing else because it means they're comfortable.

He thinks Hyunjin must have indeed come because he's slumped and clearly sleepy, soft dick resting comfortably against his thigh.

He stares for a while, listening to their hushed voices discuss the proper add-ins to ramen.

"If you are putting mayo into your ramen I will personally evict you from the apartment," Minho says, not looking up from where he's drawing tiny circles on Chan's skin, pinching it a little from time to time.

Jeongin shrugs and opens his mouth for Changbin to feed him more noodles. "Don't knock it `till you try it."

"I will knock something else..."

"We should have added some chicken breast to this," Changbin comments and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"I once saw Changbin hyung dunk a protein bar into a protein shake." Seungmin looks entirely too comfortable on Chan's shoulder, and Chan laughs and the movement on his belly shakes Hyunjin, whose eyelids were fluttering, awake.

Felix might be waking up too, his breathing a little faster, shallower, giving Jisung goosebumps when he purrs a little.

"I love you all so much," he slurs, still louder than their whispered voices, and thus breaks everyone out of their silent moment.

They all turn to him and Felix moves behind him, hand wrapping around his waist more tightly. They smile gently, carefully, each in their own way that Jisung knows so well.

"How you feeling?" Changbin asks before slurping more noodles.

Jisung can only hum, but he feels good and he knows the others can tell, if not for his pheromones, for his expression. Felix grunts behind him, kissing Jisung's jaw.

"You guys should eat something, we all did," Chan tells them.

Felix seems to consider for a moment before speaking in the groggiest voice, "I could eat, actually."

Jisung knows it's a good idea even if he just wants to lie there until he falls back asleep. "Snacks?"

They do have many snacks. All the popular picks and individual favorites. Jisung appreciates that no one tells him off for eating only unhealthy things. He loves it here.

Also, it isn't until he sits up that he realizes someone must have cleaned him up while he slept because he's not the level of drippy and sticky he should be. He wonders if it was Felix, but he doesn't wanna ask; it's a little embarrassing, to think of someone doing that, but it also makes him feel warm and a little crazy.

After refueling and hydrating he gets sleepier still. He allows for some of the items on the top layer of the nest to be discarded and thrown into the wash, and then they settle down, only the fairy lights on around them.

"Someone make sure Chan hyung gets some sleep," Jisung says, eyes already closed, snuggling into Felix who also snuggles into him, tucked into Jisung's chest as Jisung kisses the top of his head.

"On it," Hyunjin says. Jisung doesn't know what that means but there's some scuffle and complaining before things calm down again. Jisung's nose is so sharp currently that he thinks he can smell them all in the order they have settled in around him and Felix. Behind him there's Changbin and then Minho at the end, their scents balancing out in nicely, sweet and bitter. On Felix's side there's Jeongin first, then Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Chan. Their rich, complex, and fresh scents also helping lull Jisung to sleep in a sea of familiarity.

This is all Jisung wants. All he needs. He wonders if he can have it for real and not just because he's in heat, hoping for all he's worth that the illusion doesn't disappear when his heat and Felix's rut does.

The world seems okay, and dark and silent, and his body thanks him for the rest before he goes under again.


'


When he resurfaces, Jisung feels familiar again, but in a more unpleasant way. The throbbing ache, the restlessness, the desperation in his loins have stopped feeling new, but at least his body seems to intuitively know that it's okay; it's bad but it won't be bad for long. Because he can get what he need.

When the screaming inside him becomes stronger than his sleepiness, he opens his eyes. He's still facing Felix, still surrounded by the strong, virile scent of his rut, seemingly amplified by the scents of six other alphas who Jisung knows are there for him too.

He rubs his thighs together, hard and leaking all over again, but he stops when he realizes how deeply asleep Felix seems. Jisung doesn't wanna wake him up, he looks so peaceful and tired that it wouldn't be fair. He's itching to lean in closer, stick his tongue out and taste Felix's skin because it feels like it would fix him, but he knows in reality it would only make the whole thing worse and he would definitely wake him.

Just beyond Felix, however, Jisung notices a brighter light than the gentle fairy glow.

Jeongin's on his phone.

Jisung isn't sure if it's his movement or harder breathing or maybe his scent heightening, but Jeongin notices him. He sits up a little, peeking over Felix's form and locking eyes with Jisung immediately. Jisung feels his insides stir, longing and lust bubbling inside him and spreading like rapidfire.

Jeongin opens his mouth to speak but he closes it a second later, as if deciding he doesn't even need to ask to know.

He moves first, sitting up carefully and then scooting down the nest until he's out of line with the rest of them. Jisung follows him with his eyes and then sits up as well, cautious not to move too quickly or roughly no matter how much he wants to drag himself over to Jeongin as fast as possible. He manages to remove Felix's hand from his waist without waking him up, and Changbin behind him was curled up with Minho anyway so he's unmoving too.

The nest is big enough for Jisung and Jeongin to move away sufficiently, and when Jisung makes it to him on his knees he basically throws himself in Jeongin's arms, feeling the thread snapping.

"Hyung," Jeongin whispers in between the sloppy kisses that Jisung is desperate to give him, wanting to taste his saliva, smell like it, lick behind his teeth. "Hyung!"

Jisung doesn't acknowledge him because he's too busy, too busy pushing Jeongin back until he's lying down fully and Jisung can straddle him properly, feel Jeongin's cock already full of life and so ready for Jisung, just like Jisung needs.

Jeongin yelps a little and then slaps a hand over his mouth when Jisung grabs at his dick and leans down to kiss him again.

"Hyung, mmpf !" Jeongin tries again and god, Jisung loves to have at least one member who calls him hyung, and Jeongin's voice is so sweet when he does so. "I should get Felix hyung?"

He makes it sound like a question but he sounds less sure than he maybe wants to appear.

Jisung shakes his head, nose bumping against Jeongin's as he whispers, "Nuh huh, it's okay, he's tired. I just- I need... I just need just one- just a little- just lemme-" He grasps the base of Jeongin's cock more firmly and guides himself towards it, his slicked, undoubtedly puffy entrance quickly embracing the intrusion until he can finally sit himself there, trying to bite back a relieved groan as his body thrums with completeness, with rightness.

Jeongin closes his eyes tightly, brows furrowing, one hand like a vice around Jisung's hip, the other coming up to his own mouth, first to stifle a moan and then to be the receiving end of Jeongin's own teeth as he bites down on it.

Jisung goes crazy for it, wanting to feel those teeth himself as well, but he dives for Jeongin's neck, pushing at his scent gland with his nose, licking, rubbing. Jeongin's hand flies to Jisung's hair and he pulls on him roughly, bringing Jisung to face him, eyes wild.

"Hyung, hyung oh my god," he still has the mind to whisper. "You're gonna break me or melt me or-" his breath rattles in his chest and his hips start twitching with the need to fuck.

Jisung wants to tell him that he would never , he wants them all whole now and always, but he doesn't think he can talk without moaning and panting so he settles for moving, giving Jeongin what he seeks as he fucks himself on his cock and feels pleasure zip around inside him.

The wick is definitely short this time and Jisung is burning through it rapidly, feeling it in his veins and his dick as Jeongin grips him with both hands now, cursing under his breath with his eyes closed.

One second he's there, staring down at Jeongin on the edge of the precipice, and then the next he hears a growl and he's restrained into stillness, not only by the sudden hand on his throat but also by the voice literally telling him to stop that Jisung doesn't hear; he feels it in his core.

He doesn't know how Felix made his way to them so rapidly or quietly; maybe Jisung was just too fucked out to notice, but he's inexplicably there then, kneeling next to him and Jeongin, his other hand likewise wrapping around Jeongin's throat and holding them both apart like that as he looks down at Jeongin, aura dark and menacing.

And yeah, Jisung may have stopped moving, but it may have also been too late and Felix's actions may have also inadvertently pushed him over the edge because Jisung loses all control of his body and only feels his orgasm avalanche out of him without permission or mercy, clenching and emptying as he spasms under Felix's possessive grip.

And again, Felix may have not accounted for this but Jisung coming unleashes Jeongin as well, who, without moving a muscle, gets milked dry inside Jisung and whimpers a chant of "s-sorry hyung, sorry, sorry!" that bounces around inside Jisung's head until they're both out of everything to give.

Jisung realizes Felix must have comprehended what happened when his grip slackens. He opens his eyes to see Felix look so heartbreakingly guilty and shocked that he gets strength out of nowhere to grab at Felix's hand before it falls away completely.

And it takes Jisung longer still to realize Chan is kneeling behind Felix, hugging him around the waist and resting his forehead on the back of Felix's neck calmingly.

It takes a moment, a few deep breaths from everyone, maybe even the others who are no doubt up and watching, but the air smells better and clearer as they all relax, Chan's calming pheromones particularly strong.

Felix hangs his head, shakes it softly. "I'm sorry, I don't-"

"Shh, it's okay," Jisung finds his voice, cracked and raspy as it is. "It's alright."

Jeongin grabs Felix's other hand and squeezes it, but when he goes to speak Felix beats him to it. "Don't apologize, Iyen-ah. I'm sorry. That was fucked up."

Jeongin shakes his head. "It's all good, hyung. You'll take care of me when this happens to me too."

This makes Felix smile a little and Jisung too; even though Jeongin says `when' as if there's no doubt it will happen.

And Jisung wants it. Wants to see all of them at their most basic, primal states where logic doesn't reign.

He has a feeling he will.

Felix leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jeongin's lips and Jeongin smiles so wide his dimples show. Jisung wants to melt.

Chan raises his head and unwraps his arms around Felix, but Felix immediately straightens and turns around, letting go of Jeongin and Jisung to hug him. "Thank you."

Chan doesn't say anything, only hugs Felix back, cups the back of his head that way that always makes Jisung feel so protected he could cry.

When they start kissing Jisung looks back to Jeongin, who just looks up at him with a lazy smile.

"Should we unpack the choking kink now or...?"

"Yah!" Jeongin slaps his thigh and looks halfway ready to push Jisung off his lap if his dick wasn't also compromised here. Jisung laughs and climbs off him, rolling onto his back and sighing out deeply.

Rolling his head to the side, Jisung takes a look at the others. Changbin, Seungmin, and Minho are sitting and kneeling close to each other, watching carefully.

Hyunjin is lying on his stomach, head propped up in his arms to watch, but still looking a little sleepy. "And I thought I couldn't get hard again..."

Minho snorts. "Don't be weak, Hyunjinnie." And then he whips around and straddles Seungmin who yelps.

Jeongin nuzzles closer to Jisung, even lets Jisung kiss his entire face. "You feel better?"

Jisung nods, inhales deeply the sweet, peppery scent of Jeongin's hair. "Yes. Sorry if I was too intense, though. It will probably happen again."

Jeongin chuckles and together they watch as Minho manhandles Seungmin and Changbin to be able to straddle them both and jerk both their cocks at the same time while the other two kiss his chest, belly, and anywhere they can reach.

"Control freak," Jisung whispers and Jeongin chuckles.

And it isn't until a characteristic Chan moan reaches him that Jisung realizes he maybe should have been looking the other way too.

Felix has Chan on his belly, one hand on the back of his neck and the other pulling apart Chan's buttcheek as he lowers down to fuck him, lube bottle haphazardly open and thrown to the side. Jisung's heart seems to spin around in circles before giving up at the sight, and Jeongin catches on quickly too.

When Felix is flush with Chan, he leans down and whispers something into his ear, something that has Chan moaning and nodding and pushing back to get more. Felix grips him and starts fucking into him ruthlessly.

"Oh my god, fine..." Hyunjin groans and Jisung whips around to see him roll over and start fisting his cock hurriedly. "I can't believe you guys are making me do this."

Whether it's the drama or the big dick, Jisung finds himself crawling over to him, and Jeongin follows. He doesn't care about the mess running down this leg, it's a part of the experience at this point.

Hyunjin kisses him first and he tastes like sleep and smells like strawberries and Jisung likes him so much. His lips start going numb a second before Hyunjin switches to kiss Jeongin and honestly, if they hadn't started to do this whole... thing between all of them, they might have needed to do it just to keep up with Hyunjin and the way he likes to kiss.

When Jisung has a chance to look around again, he sees Felix still fucking Chan, both their faces painted with pleasure, Chan's body especially flush with heat and the force of Felix's thrusts, eyes unfocused.

And on the other side, Minho keeps using his ambidexterity for evil, but not for much longer because soon Seungmin shudders and clings to Minho as he comes all over his hand, moaning quietly into Minho's skin. Changbin follows soon after, head thrown back and hips twitching below Minho who looks very satisfied by his work.

When he pulls away after leaving Seungmin and Changbin in each other's hold, his eyes fall on Chan and Felix, and Jisung can see the way his cock twitches.

God. It's definitely still not over for him.

Jisung waits until Minho notices him, which only takes a second more since the man's instincts are too sharp.

He wordlessly extends his hand over, asking Jisung to come and Jisung does, knee-crawling his way to Minho until they're holding onto each other.

"You wanna wait for Yongbok?" Minho asks, brushing the hair away from Jisung's face.

Jisung shakes his head. "He's well taken care of. I want you."

That's all it takes for Minho to push Jisung down onto all fours and settle behind him, positioned right in Felix's line of sight. He pets Jisung's back twice over before pushing in, grunting loudly when he does, nails digging into Jisung's hip and shoulder.

Jisung has the brief need to know what he feels like inside when he's like this in heat, if it really feels that much better for the alphas fucking him, but then the thoughts get jostled out of his head when Minho starts fucking him, hands trembling.

With a drawn-out moan, Hyunjin comes over his own pelvis, Jeongin's fingers clamped around his nipples and their tongues still sliding against one another.

Jisung throbs all over. Minho grips him harder, fucks him faster, brushing against Jisung's sensitive and greedy prostate and making Jisung feel like a wet paper towel about to tear in half. He can feel the others' eyes on him, all but Chan and Felix who are still in their own world, but Jisung knows it won't be for too long with the way he and Minho keep increasing in speed and volume.

"Hannie," Minho breathes out. "You feel-"

Felix finally looks up, eyes big and round as he finds Jisung and Minho. Jisung doesn't know if it's his imagination but he thinks he can sense the possessiveness sparking out inside him, coming through in waves that for a moment have him fucking Chan even faster until it's clear Felix tries to tame it down. His thrusts don't slow, though.

His eyes are clearly boring into Minho's above Jisung, and Jisung has absolutely no doubt that Minho is challenging and teasing Felix with everything but his words, wouldn't be surprised if he somehow knew how to control his pheromones to become taunting as well. Jisung feels the thrill run down his spine, both excited and slightly wary.

Felix breaks eye contact first, though, when Chan starts moaning his name in warning, holding himself up on his forearms and pulling on the sheets.

"Lix, Lix, come on, please!"

Felix focuses back on him and fists the hair at the back of Chan's head to make him look over his shoulder. "Wanna get knotted?"

Chan nods the best he can and whines. "Please. Please, alpha ."

A gasp.

The world seems to blink out of existence for a second and when it blinks back, everyone is coming. Jisung feels his cock spurt weakly as he convulses around Minho and Minho's high-pitched moans contrast beautifully with Felix's low ones as he pops his knot into Chan. Chan is the loudest, though, rutting down onto the nest and back into Felix until they're locked together, panting and twitching, tears in his eyes.

Jisung plops down gracelessly and luckily Minho catches himself before crushing him. Not that Jisung could care much at this point; any of them could crumble him up like a piece of paper between their hands and he would thank them.

The air is thick with the aroma of them all, syrupy and mellow with satisfaction. Jisung could bask in it forever. He needs to. Needs to make sure it happens.

Minho rolls off him and dramatically stretches out like a cat. This seems to be some sort of call for the others, who come to surround Minho and Jisung like moths to a flame, kissing, touching, soothing, and just being close. Only Chan and Felix remain on the side for a while more, until Felix's knot gives way.

"Hm. So soon..." Chan mumbles, eyes still closed. Felix chuckles and wipes away the tear tracks.

"You know how it is."

Felix manages to drag Chan over to the rest of them and then wiggles his way into Jisung's arms.

Jisung basks in it for a moment, feeling so at peace that it's almost overwhelming; when you have everything you want and you don't know what to do with yourself and it just starts spilling out of you.

"I really do love you, you know, " he says, loud enough for all of them to hear.

He sees the gears turning, the tell-tale signs in each of them that they are thinking of something to say, maybe a joke, a heartfelt comment, maybe nothing but a fond expression. But before any of them can do that, he continues quickly.

"Before when Lix almost... bit me..." He feels Felix tense up next to him. "I wasn't scared. Sure, maybe it's the hormones and the heat... but, even if the worst thing that could have happened is that I would be mated to him... then, yeah, that would have been okay." He really tries to meet their eyes but it's hard, he feels the vulnerability in his voice like a web that covers everything and only gets thicker the more he gets looked at. "To any of you. I would be okay if I was mated to any or all of you." Tears rush past his waterline but he doesn't care, he just needs to get it out.. "I know we can't... I know it would be too risky. And it can still be risky even without the bites and change in scent and pheromones... but I think we can still be a pack. If everyone wants to. I already think of you all as my pack, anyway." He swallows, sniffles, but smiles to show them he's okay. He's the happiest he's been, actually. "So yeah, maybe you can't bite me or I can't bite you back, but we can still be mates?"

He makes it a question at the last moment because he loses his nerve, but the sentiment is there all the same; he just wants to know if they all feel it too, if it isn't all in his head. He doesn't think it is, logically. But it's like the tree in the forest; if he doesn't see it fall and hears the noise himself, did it actually make a sound?

Felix hugs him first and Jisung feels the wetness of his tears on his shoulder.

This unleashes the pile. Everyone gets closer, closer still, so close Jisung has seven alphas on top of him, but his lungs don't explode because someone above Felix and Hyunjin is probably shouldering most of the weight.

Probably Chan.

They're quiet as they surround him but it's still more than enough to know. Jisung thinks that for a moment he can't even distinguish their scents individually anymore, so close and so well blended with one another that no one overpowers, nothing sticks out, it's just one cohesive scent that doesn't have a single object attached to it.

It's just the scent of their pack. His pack.

He starts laughing and that feeds his crying even more and he's a mess, hiccupping and trying to breathe and trying to hug them at the same time. He feels so grand, being crushed by his seven mates.

He hopes they feel as his as he feels theirs. He feels claimed, and there might not be fangs digging into his skin, but it doesn't seem to matter; the result is the same. Everywhere they touch, it's theirs.

"Of course we're pack," Chan says. "That was always going to be the case. No matter what had or hadn't happened between all of us."

Jisung nods and tries to stop crying but then he hears someone sniffle and someone else tells him he loves him and the dam breaks all over again. Felix is a crier, but when he's like this Jisung can definitely rival him.

This lasts for a while until he can't cry anymore, and plus he starts to feel other emotions as well. He's only a weak man in heat, after all. And he's surrounded by hot naked people. His insides are churning with heat and hormones and so much love he doesn't know where to put it all. He wishes they could all fuck him at the same time. Maybe science will find a way eventually.

"You're okay, Sung?" Changbin asks.

Jisung nods. "Yeah." He gulps, wiggles trying to get comfortable but it only makes things worse. They make everything so much more. "Could someone... fuck me, though? I'm-" It's remarkable how little he blushes at that. Maybe he's growing up, maybe his body is simply using up all his energy efficiently and can't be bothered to waste it on being embarrassed when there's more important things.

He feels them take a collective breath, but Felix's nails dig into his arm, staking a claim that Jisung knows no one will contest. Plus, he's closest, and it's so easy for him to just push Jisung's legs apart, which of course makes the pile begin to disintegrate. Jisung tries not to be disappointed.

"Ew, you're all naked, get off," Seungmin says somewhere above him and his voice makes Jisung think he was crying too, but everyone just laughs.

There's limbs everywhere and grunts of pain as elbows jam into ribs and sensitive bits. There's a slap against skin, some scolding, a silly joke about `getting off'.

Before they're even all the way apart, Felix has already slipped in between Jisung's thighs, grabbing two handfuls of them before pushing fingers inside Jisung and making him whimper.

"So desperate you'll ask anybody to fuck you, Sungie?" he asks, and it feels surreal that Felix still has a couple of tears clinging to his lashes.

Jisung shakes his head. "Not anybody. Just y-you. Just one of you."

Felix smiles. "Good. You're ours." He pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth. Jisung moans, wondering if Felix can taste all of them in Jisung.

All but Chan. Jisung makes a mental note of that.

Felix makes a rumbling sound that comes from his chest before he pounces on Jisung, bringing his knees to his chest and sinking into him right away. Jisung keens, knowing he's going to feel this for the next few business days but it couldn't be more worth it.

Jisung can't look around, doesn't see what the other are doing, but he thinks he can smell their calm, feel-good hormones buzzing all over and bringing them closer together.

And Jisung is so happy for them and for himself and he hopes they can smell that too.

Felix leans down and bites Jisung's pec gently, his canines dragging down his nipple and making him shiver all over. "One day I will bite you," he says against Jisung's skin. "And you will look so pretty with all our biting marks over you."

Jisung mewls, pulling Felix closer by the back of his head and kissing him. He has no idea how much Jisung wants that, how insane it makes him to think that he could be decorated all over with their marks in the future.

Felix still tastes like Chan and he fucks Jisung just like he fucked Chan; hard and desperate. It makes Jisung's head spin and his cock downright hurts, but it's okay, he just need a bit more, he just needs to come again and maybe he'll calm down.

Felix speeds up, the sounds of skin on skin sharp and wet and addicting to Jisung's ears. Felix trails down his neck to scent him, hand moving down in between them to play with Jisung's sensitive cock.

Jisung moans and whines, needing more and less at the same time, leaving marks on Felix's arms from how hard he holds onto him, trying not to break, trying to stay until it's enough, until their instincts are satiated and they can rest together.

He feels tears blur his vision again, wonders how he even has any fluids left in his body, and tries to thrust up to no avail, so he feels himself start to babble. "L-Lix, please, I need- I need to come, please make me come, please !"

Felix looks down at him, pupils blown and dark before he starts a merciless pace, wrapping fingers around Jisung's cock properly and giving him what he needs. Jisung cries more in relief, feeling the thread about to snap inside him.

But before it can, Felix is the one coming apart, hips stuttering, knot swelling, filthy words filtering past his lips.

Jisung clenches, knowing Felix's knot is exactly what he needs, what will push him over the edge, but then when he feels it, and Felix trembles above him, he gasps, eyes flying open. Felix doesn't stop, keeps thrusting into him, knot and all, pushing it past Jisung's sensitive rim again and again until Jisung's eyes roll to the back of his head his whole body convulses, wrecked by the intensity and coming so hard he blacks out for a moment even as his cock keeps dryly pulsing.

What brings him back is nothing more than Felix's knot coming down, deflating so fast it pulls Jisung out from the depths of whatever heaven you go to when you come your brains out. He blinks his eyes open, Felix's messy hair the first thing he sees as the man himself melts over Jisung.

Jisung sighs, arms shaking when they wrap around Felix. Felix makes a purring noise and nuzzles closer, even whining a little. Jisung understands, though. His entire body feels like mush and aches in odd places, and he feels like crying again, if for no other reason than being close to Felix feels good and he's happy.

He turns his head to the side, seeking even more happiness.

He finds it in the pile of humans that he can call his pack, all mushed together staring at him and their other mate.

The tears never really stopped, but they flow more now, and even worse when his eyes find Chan and his soft, fond expression that Jisung wants to ink into his soul.

He doesn't feel too in control of himself when he reaches his arm out towards them, towards Chan, eyes locked on his and asking, asking, asking. "Chan," he pushes the words out with far more difficulty than he would have liked. "Hyung."

He almost sees the moment Chan's heart skips a beat, he knows it does, and the other give him room to move. He crawls closer, grabs Jisung's hand. "Sung?"

Jisung sniffles, tries to speak but only ends up swallowing his attempt. Felix rises then, looking at Jisung and then at Chan and back to Jisung. He dries Jisung's tears a little with his thumb, kisses his cheek. "You want him, right? He's the only one who hasn't fucked you yet."

Jisung nods. He wonders if Felix was keeping track because of his rut, wanting to have everything under control, or he just understands Jisung on a basic level.

He knows it's stupid. It's stupid to want Chan just because he's the only one who hasn't been with him today, knows it shouldn't matter, knows he has probably had enough for his heat to break for good now. But his body doesn't care; it feels incomplete when it knows it doesn't have to.

Felix smiles and looks at Chan. "Come on, then."

Chan's eyes are wide, face red and slightly confused. Jisung doesn't have time to explain to him that anybody would want him, time and time again.

Felix slips out of him, finally soft, hissing a little. He doesn't go far, though, he lies right there next to Jisung and helps him roll onto his side to face Chan, hugging him from behind.

Chan settles in, connecting their foreheads, cupping Jisung's cheek. "Jisung. Baby. Are you sure you want more? You're trembling."

Jisung knows. He feels it everywhere, like bad wiring making him spasm, but it will be fine, it will all be fine after Chan.

Jisung nods, pulls on Chan insistently and noses at his cheek, chin, and jaw until Chan gets the hint the bares his neck to him. Jisung rubs on his scent gland as his hand trails down between them and grabs at Chan's barely hard dick. Chan groans deeply as Jisung scents and touches him, rapidly bringing him up to full hardness.

"Sung, you- you- how are we going to survive you?"

Jisung wonders the same thing about them. He might not.

Felix lifts Jisung's leg over Chan's hip, makes the space for Chan to scoot down and then up, closer, until his cockhead breaches Jisung and it hurts, even if it's wet and easy, but it's perfect too. What's some measly pain next to the mountainous amounts of pleasure he's been dealing with? If only it makes the whole thing feel more real. He's not dreaming, he's not dreaming.

It's slow and simple, Chan moving in and out of his tender body, holding him like Jisung might break at any second, and Jisung doesn't know he won't. He just knows that there's more than enough hands to put the pieces back together.

He feels it when someone else approaches, Changbin settling in behind Chan. The rest follow, behind and around them. Jeongin behind Felix and Seungmin behind him. Hyunjin spoons Changbin and Minho kneels by Jisung's and Chan's heads, petting them fondly.

With so many hands joining them, pushing them together, Chan and Jisung barely move, but Jisung doesn't need anything more now, it's more than enough. He drops his head back, bumping Felix's forehead, and let's Chan have at his neck and throat.

"You're so perfect," Chan slurs, licks at Jisung's scent gland and send shivers all over his body that the hands all over him smooth out. "Our perfect omega."

Jisung chokes on his next sob and someone kisses his head, maybe Felix, maybe Minho. He can't stop shaking but Chan is the same way, skin charged and overheated, cock twitching uncontrollably inside Jisung.

"I like that you're our omega, Hannie." Minho says and Jisung blinks his eyes open and sees him through the tears. "If only because it got us all here a lot faster."

Jisung leans into his touch and then looks over his shoulder at the others behind him as best as he can, their looks both soothing balm and fire at once.

" Ah , fuck... " Chan's voice breaks and it makes Jisung's stomach swoop. He turns back to him, also catching Changbin and Hyunjin behind him, just as incendiary. "I- hnng ! I love you all so much. Fuck , I can't take it, Sung, I wanna fill you up so bad, please, can I, please ?" Chan rants, completely out of it, moaning and holding onto Jisung's thigh and neck like he is the one who might disintegrate now.

Chan's words swirl inside Jisung like a small tornado tearing everything apart. Jisung nods and nods, nods so much Minho has to tighten his grip in Jisung's hair to get him to stop because Jisung can't, can't stop the trembling, the noises that fill the room, the tears, the clenching that seeks to take in, absorb Chan into him so he becomes part of Jisung, part of everyone else.

Jisung almost feels the way he rips the orgasm right out of Chan, stealing every wave of pleasure until he feels them himself, spasming inside him and out the tip of his cock, coming once again dry but shatteringly as Chan fills him up as promised and makes what was already okay even more idyllic.

He's truly losing his mind, dizzy with consciousness and lack of it, aftershocks, possibly dehydration, but mostly so many feelings he hopes they're spilling all over the place and everyone gets to feel them too. He thinks they do.

Everything is truly quiet for a while as they all bask together for a while, unmoving, breathing in and out until it evens out. It feels like the end, in a way, like they all truly gave everything in their systems and can move on with their lives.

Jisung doesn't think he will, though. He'll live in this moment, in this afterglow, for as long as his mind allows him to.

Unfortunately, the curse of having a physical body means he can't keep clinging to every little detail of the soft sounds his pack does when they're all resting together in his nest. Sleep tugs at his mind until he's on the verge of going under..

And then he's being unceremoniously lifted up and carried away.

He only has flashes of it, the clean up process and the missing . He immediately misses everyone who isn't with him at the time, but he's never left alone. Not when they dunk him in the warm bath, wash his hair, wipe his face. Not when they dry him up, wrap him in towels, slather in soothing lotion and force him to drink more water. There's never complete silence or absence of scent, and a part of Jisung understands that is his future. There's always gonna be someone else. There's always gonna be another person and another comment and another kiss and another laugh. They're that for him, and he can be a part of that for each of them.

He needs them now, exhausted and stripped down to nothing but basic instincts, but they'll need him too in the future and he'll be able to help. Turns out all you need to turn surviving into thriving is someone to share the food and water and air with.

When they bring him back to the nest it smells cleaner. He supposes it's okay. It's more okay when they're all back to cuddling in it, but there's still too many artificial scents in the air: all the grooming products powerfully pungent in Jisung's nose and he hates it. He can't fall asleep like this.

"Wait," he mumbles, not letting go of Changbin who had carried him there, and pushes his face into Changbin's neck, digging through the perfume of soap and shower gel to find his real scent, the musk and slight sweetness calming Jisung down immediately. Changbin chuckles and leaves Jisung in the care of Seungmin and Hyunjin while he puts on underwear, something Jisung doesn't love but accepts.

The floral, powdery scent of Seungmin's blends so well with Hyunjin's tangy, sugary one, and Jisung is so happy that no matter how much he rubs himself on them, he's not feeling the heat's burning desperation and it truly seems to be over. He still needs them, just in a different way and that's all he wants for a good while.

The rest of them start coming back too, bringing Felix with them. Felix immediately crawls his way to Jisung and they scent each other too, earth and grass and crisp air wafting around them. Chan and Jeongin climb in next, freshly showered and with too many skincare products on them to Jisung's liking but that just means he needs to try harder to get their scents on him; peppery and fresh, smoky and rich, so contrasting yet to mouthwatering on Jisung's tongue.

Minho is the last one to be ready for bed. For nest. He also chooses not to sleep entirely naked but Jisung forgives him because he throws himself on Jisung and drowns him in sweet, warm, baked vanilla.

And so, Jisung can finally breathe.

Felix still wants him close, but he's so beat he can't cling to Jisung with too much strength. That's okay because Jisung can't either. They all drape themselves around, a lot messier than before, with the pile having no real shape or order but Jisung can still sense where everyone is and that's enough. Chan holds his hand. Minho pets Felix's hair. Hyunjin is fully passed out beside them. Changbin still has the energy to joke around with Jeongin who refuses to sleep without his phone and Seungmin shushes them and pushes Chan with his feet.

It really works.

He wonders if anyone will notice. If they'll start smelling more like each other than ever before, if their glances and casual touches will become more obvious. If he'll wake up tomorrow and be any different, so much so that anyone will be able to tell he's got a pack at home.

Most likely, though, everything will stay the same. And truthfully, that's the best thing that could happen to him.

He hears some whispers of goodnight, some kissing, some yawning. He feels hands, smells family, knows certainty.

Jisung's not a sentimental guy. Not really. But he's going to keep thinking about love for a long time.


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Pack 'Ч


Iyenie has changed the group's name to Pack 'Ч

Chapter End Notes

I would love to hear your thoughts, this is honestly one of the hardest but most fulfilling things I've written (mainly dealing with so many limbs and people but at the end being able to sat I DID IT I wrote ALL of them!) and I can't believe I wrote over 100k of this, it's truly crazy and I have no idea how this happened tbh.

I'm not done with this universe, though, and have a couple of things planned that I'll add as separate chapters in the work as a whole.

THANK YOU for reading and being along for the ride and thank you for commenting and please scream at me in any matter convenient to you <3 <3


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