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Seungmin was more than confused.
He didn’t understand why Felix had lied about being sick, about needing rest, only to barge into the dorm, especially after the scene at the café. And yet, the thing that unsettled Seungmin most wasn’t the lie.
It was the way his heart raced when Felix grabbed his waist.
The way his breath caught when the alpha gently laid him into Jisung’s nest.
This was a side of Felix he’d never seen before. So far gone in instinct. So…protective and, so…fierce.
And something about that shift… clicked.
Changed.
Now, Seungmin didn’t know what to do with himself.
Demand answers? Or stay quiet and hope the storm passes?
Felix had Jisung’s nose resting softly against his scent gland. The hybrid’s golden eyes fluttered open and shut, ears twitching like they were fighting to stay alert.
Seungmin’s gaze flicked to Felix and froze.
Their eyes met.
Felix’s pupils were wide, glowing faintly red. Something raw shimmered in them, and Seungmin’s throat tightened. He swallowed hard.
“F-Felix?” His voice came out soft and tentative.
No response. Just a heavy and consuming stare.
“Felix?” he tried again, voice steadier this time. “What’s going on?”
Nothing.
Seungmin’s brow furrowed in concern. He scanned Felix’s face, searching his eyes for any sign that the Felix he knew was still in there.
This wasn’t normal.
But he had a theory, one he didn’t want to be right about. Felix had always insisted that Seungmin stay far away during his ruts. He’d called it sacred. Said it was private. Something meant for a mate. Seungmin had always respected that boundary.
But lately… with Jisung in the mix, him going missing, and then finding out he was a hybrid.
Everything was messier, and Seungmin guessed that Felix had just lost track of his rut schedule. Or was it due to stress that it came earlier? Again. Seungmin was only guessing. He really needed to talk to Felix.
Seungmin called Felix’s name again. Still nothing. Just breathing. Heavy and shallow. The air in the room was thick with salt and heat.
No. He couldn’t let it go this far.
Not like this.
Seungmin sat up slowly, inching toward the end of the bed. If he could get to the bathroom, grab a cool towel, maybe that would help clear Felix’s head.
But then—
A growl.
It was low and deep. Deeper than when you try to clear the back of your throat. It was more primeval. Seungmin froze mid-movement. The sound sent a ripple of goosebumps down his arms. He turned slowly.
Felix was tense, poised to stop him. His eyes were fixed and unblinking. But there was no anger there. Just need.
Instinct.
Seungmin’s shoulders dropped. His expression softened, and he could feel his strawberries float a little lighter and sweeter, mixing in the salty air.
How could he be mad at him?
His stupid alpha friend… who was only trying to protect them. Even if he lied. Felix must have had good reasons to.
“I’m not leaving…Alpha,” he whispered.
The word slipped out before he could stop it, and it burned his cheeks as it hung in the air between them.
Felix grunted. A low, approving sound.
Okay. He’s listening. That’s good.
Seungmin hesitated. He didn’t know if it would work, but he’d heard it could. Sometimes, scenting from a trusted omega could ground an alpha. Bring them back from the brink. He could bring Felix back from his alpha instinctual fog.
He shifted onto his knees, crawling toward them. Jisung had already dozed off beside Felix, softly snoring, his chocolate scent curling sweet and sleepy in the nest. It warmed Seungmin’s heart to see, but only for a second, as he fully realised what he was about to do.
Felix helped Seungmin through almost every painful heat. Quietly. Gently. Nothing sexual, of course, but Felix tried to ease the pain as much as possible. Sometimes, toward the end of Seungmin’s heats, Felix would have to leave due to it triggering his rut. So…
Maybe this could be his way to help him back.
He didn’t even mind the idea of helping Felix… even sexually. He’d offered once. Felix had said no, firmly. But this wasn’t about that now. This was something else.
This was care.
Seungmin leaned in, closer and closer, hovering just above Felix. The room felt hotter the closer he got, like being pulled under the tide. Felix’s scent was overpowering. Salty. Dense. No breeze. No relief.
Like drowning in him.
And still, Felix didn’t move. Just watched. Intently.
Seungmin hesitated, then leaned in further, his lips barely grazing the skin of Felix’s neck. It was warm.
He inhaled. Salty waves crashed down on him as the world tilted, and his limbs melted.
Felix’s arms wrapped around him without warning, pulling him flush. Holding him there.
Seungmin didn’t fight it. He let himself fall against Felix’s chest, pressing his cheek to the alpha’s collarbone, sighing into the heat.
The scent was overwhelming and addictive. A salty, endless ocean that threatened to drown him, and yet… he didn’t want to come up for air.
He kept breathing him in. Again, and again.
The dizziness came fast, but it was soft, comforting. Like he was floating.
He didn’t want to think about why Felix kept him out. Why did he always try to be strong alone?
Seungmin didn’t get it.
But here, in his arms, with the scent of sea and storm around him, he didn’t need to.
He closed his eyes…
and let the tide take him.
…
Hyunjin sat patiently in the waiting room. He looked at the various posters full of positive quotes and strategies around the room. “This, too, shall pass,” He whispered under his breath. If he remembers correctly, King Solomon is said to have said that. Another poster had strategies for anxiety. The waiting room was really colourful, and in the corner were drawing equipment and board games.
He grabbed a pencil and one of the colouring-in pictures, but turned it over to the blank side to draw. He started stretching an outline of a face. The little scraping sounds from the pencil filled the silence of the room. Hyunjin liked that sound. It was peaceful. He carefully drew round eyes, a small, delicate nose, and lips that protruded out a little like a chick, and little constellations all over the face. Strands of hair that fell perfectly to frame the boy’s face.
“Good afternoon, Hyunjin”
Hyunjin was so absorbed in his drawing that he didn’t realise he had been called. He shot up to his feet with a dust of embarrassment on his cheeks. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
“That’s alright. Do you want to follow me to our usual room?” Hyunjin nodded, put the pencil down, folded the paper, and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. They walked down the hall, which Hyunjin had walked down numerous times. “Do you want tea for our session, Hyunjin? We have Chamomile, or maybe you’d prefer oolong?”
Hyunjin smiled, “I’m fine. Thank you for offering, Ms Soon.” Ms Soon returned the smile and opened the door for Hyunjin to enter. Hyunjin entered the room. It had three chairs. A computer. Carpeted door. Another poster saying “Be proud of yourself, you’re doing great” with a little smiley face. Hyunjin felt anything but proud of himself. How can he be proud when he backtracked so much?
Hyunjin sat down in his usual chair, the one closest to the door, with the best view of the room. Ms Soon closed the door behind her and settled opposite him, clipboard balanced in her lap. “How are you feeling today, Hyunjin?”
The same question, every time. And every time, it snagged on something inside him. Right now, he was fine. His chest was steady, his thoughts quiet enough. But four hours from now? He couldn’t promise that. He might be on the bathroom floor again, begging for it all to stop again.
God, don’t think like that.
He forced a small shrug. “I’m fine.” His voice betrayed him, thinner than he wanted.
Ms Soon shifted in her chair, watching him with that careful kind of patience that made him both grateful and uncomfortable.
“Hyunjin, how are you really feeling?” Ms Soon laid the clipboard on her knee and leaned forward a little, and Hyunjin knew she was staring at him, searching for an answer, but it was the truth. Kinda.
“I guess…” Hyunjin thought for a moment, as his foot nervously tapped the ground. “I’m fine sometimes, but then I have these moments where I fall into the same depressed spirals.” After Hyunjin said that, she leaned back.
“I see. What triggers these depressive spirals?” Hyunjin still couldn’t look her in the eyes. He couldn’t even smell her. She seemed like a beta…Hyunjin was pretty sure she was…She wore scent blockers due to regulations, so he couldn’t really be sure.
Hyunjin shrugged.
“I don’t know.” Hyunjin’s voice was small. He pressed his palms together, thinking.
Last time… it had been after he saw Hak-kun. That gnawing loneliness afterwards, because Lee Know wasn’t there. Maybe that had been the trigger.
His throat tightened. He hesitated, then said softly, “I saw him at my University the other day.”
Hyunjin kept his gaze fixed on the carpet, as if the pattern might swallow him whole.
“By him, do you mean Hak-kun?” Hyunjin nodded and took a deep breath. “How did that make you feel?” He hated saying it aloud, hated the way the words felt like they stripped him bare. But he said it anyway. He wanted to trust Ms Soon, and he wanted to get better.
“Alone,” Hyunjin whispered. “I felt trapped, like I was running through a labyrinth and every time I thought I saw an exit, another wall would appear. My pack was just on the other side, but I couldn’t reach them.” His scent faltered, the sweetness of petals curling into something wilted.
“Hyunjin,” Ms Soon’s voice softened. “When you were in that position, did you use your usual calming techniques?”
He pressed his palms tighter together and nodded. “I tried. But I was fighting with my pack, and I couldn’t do anything. Felix helped me calm down.”
Her pen scratched faintly against the paper. Hyunjin’s eyes slipped to the little Rubik’s Cube on the side table beside the tissues. How many people had turned it in their hands, searching for something to solve?
“And Felix calmed you down?”
“Yes,” Hyunjin said, his lips twitching into a fragile smile. “He shared his brownies with me. He let me talk about my problems.”
“You said you were fighting with your pack? Usually, you all get along so well?” Hyunjin could hear the worry in her voice.
“I made up with Minho, but Changbin and Chan… It’s complicated. Chan is still mad at me for—”
Hyunjin’s voice caught. The memory of his alpha’s disappointed gaze burned fresh. He dragged in a shaky breath. “It’s a long story. It started when I left class. I saw Hak-Kun… looming over an omega boy. I froze. He had the same evil glint in his eye.” Hyunjin shivered, his scent souring with fear. “I ran to get Minho-Hyung. But when we got back, it was too late. Damage was already done. He ra—he… did that to him. It was like watching my past replay, only this time I wasn’t the victim.”
Ms Soon’s voice was soft, steady. “That must have felt like being thrown back into your own trauma. It makes sense you froze.”
Hyunjin nodded faintly. “Minho-Hyung chased him away, and that’s when we saw the boy had a head injury. That’s when we discovered he was a hy—” He broke off. His throat locked, panic tightening his chest. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was therapy. Therapy was safe. Right?
“I know you can’t tell anyone…” His eyes darted to her, searching. “But if someone I care about broke the law—do you have to report it?”
“No.” Ms Soon leaned forward slightly; her tone was deliberate. “I don’t have to report anything, unless it puts you or anyone else in danger.”
Hyunjin’s shoulders dropped. Relief trickled out of him like a long exhale. Okay. He could say it.
“Jisung turned out to be a hybrid.” Hyunjin quickly glanced up to get her reaction. She nodded, but no negative reaction; that’s good. “We took him home. Took care of him. He went into heat, and we helped make it easier for him. With consent, of course. He’d already been through so much. Minho really likes him, so does Chan, but Changbin didn’t like him because he could testify in the courts about this and make Hak-Kun go to jail. Maybe. Possibly. Except to keep his identity under wraps, he didn’t want to, and that’s perfectly fine. He wants to keep studying. But while he was in heat…I scruffed him, thinking it’d calm him down. Like it does with Changbin. But it didn’t. It—God—it made it worse. I fucked up.
Chan was angry with me. Minho got annoyed but mostly cared. I went to Uni and that’s when I saw Hak-Kun, but I was still fighting with Minho. I got home and I was happily texting Felix, and then suddenly, I succumbed to depressive and intrusive thoughts. I couldn’t even get up to shower. This stuff with Hak-kun happened last year, Ms Soon, so how am I not over it? Jisung is newly traumatised by that fuck, and I’m here feeling sorry for myself?” Hyunjin’s eyebrows pinched together, and his voice felt thin and weak.
“Hyunjin,” Ms Soon said softly, “that’s a lot to carry. I hear how guilty you feel. But guilt only shows how deeply you care. What you went through—healing doesn’t follow a neat timeline. People spend years working through it. The fact that you’re here, that you’re talking about it—that’s strength.”
Hyunjin sagged back into his seat, breath shaky.
“You care for Jisung because his pain mirrors your own,” Ms Soon continued. “That connection is powerful. But don’t forget—you need care too. Maybe talk to Chan, try to untangle what’s between you. And… was that picture you were drawing earlier of Jisung?”
“No.” Hyunjin’s voice dropped to almost a whisper, his gaze fixed on the carpet. “It was Felix.”
Ms Soon glanced at the clock and gently closed her notebook. “We’re out of time for today. But Hyunjin, I think you should talk to Felix more. Maybe invite him for coffee or lunch?”
Hyunjin nodded slowly. His shoulders felt a little lighter, like he’d set down a weight he hadn’t realised he was carrying.
“Thank you for hearing me out, Ms Soon. I’ll take your advice.” He bowed slightly as she opened the door.
“Good.” She smiled. “Hyunjin, you are such a kind-hearted, gentle soul. Please give yourself more love. You deserve it.”
When Hyunjin met her eyes, just for a moment, he saw something shimmering there— sadness. Pity. He forced back a sigh. He didn’t want pity. But maybe, after a story like his, pity was all anyone could feel.
…
Chan hummed along to his track. Tapping his foot on the carpet as he hunched over his laptop with headphones on. He didn’t know Hyunjin lingered in the doorway of the pack room, hesitating.
Hyunjin could faintly hear Chan’s hum that carried through the air; it was grounding. Maybe even more than that, Hyunjin could smell him even before stepping into the bedroom. He smelled of quiet storms and wet earth, petrichor curling around him like a whispered reassurance. It pulled something deep within Hyunjin, pulling away a tension from his therapy session and just the past week.
Chan must have smelt him, because the alpha turned around and pulled his headphones off. “Hey, Jinnie,” Chan said, while his eyebrows pinched together, “Everything okay?” Of course, Chan would notice Hyunjin’s hesitance, or maybe his scent gave him away. Watered-down paint and damp and wilted flower petals.
Hyunjin’s throat felt dry. “Can I… talk to you for a bit?” His voice was quiet, almost fragile.
Chan closed the laptop with a soft click. His gaze softened as it met Hyunjin’s. “Of course. What’s up?”
Hyunjin shifted nervously, curling his hands around his sleeves. “Are you… are you still angry with me? About… Jisung. When I scruffed him.”
Chan’s brow furrowed, then relaxed. “Hyunjin… no. I might have been disappointed at first, just because I hate seeing anyone hurt. But never angry at you. Not once.”
Relief swelled in Hyunjin’s chest. He exhaled shakily. His flowered scent was sweeter but still fused with a slight watery tang, wavered in the room — a little nervous, a little vulnerable. It mingled with Chan’s was rain-soaked earth and quiet streams, steady and warm, like a protective cloak, wrapping him in safety.
“Really?”
“Really,” Chan said firmly, reaching out to take Hyunjin’s wrist. The warmth of his touch was grounding, and Hyunjin leaned into it without thinking. “You’d never hurt him intentionally. You were just trying to help.”
Hyunjin blinked, feeling tears prick his eyes. “I just… needed to hear you say that.”
Chan stood and guided Hyunjin closer, the two of them now standing chest to chest. Chan went on his tippy toes and pressed a slow kiss to the top of Hyunjin’s head, inhaling his paint-and-petal scent lightly, smiling against him. “Hey, look at me.” Hyunjin met Chan’s steady gaze. The earthiness of him was soft and steady, rain-kissed soil and mossy edges, a scent that made Hyunjin’s chest unclench. “You’re mine. My Jinnie. Nothing changes that.”
Hyunjin’s stomach fluttered, and his body hummed with leftover tension from therapy. He needed something, both emotional and physical, and he craved the safety of Chan’s presence. He whispered, almost shyly, “Chan… can we…?” His cheeks warmed. “I want to be tied up again. Blindfolded. We haven’t… in a while. I need it. Please.”
Chan’s eyes softened, scanning Hyunjin’s face carefully. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” Hyunjin breathed. “I need you.”
Chan smiled, brushing his thumb lightly over Hyunjin’s knuckles. “Alright, baby. Tonight is about you. I’ve got you.” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of Hyunjin’s head again, inhaling the smell of colour made real, flowers crushed into pigments, a scent that whispered of creation and quiet chaos “Just breathe.”
Hyunjin closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Chan’s warmth. Chan walked to the other side of the room to open the drawer full of goodies that the pack plays with. He grabbed the materials Hyunjin wanted tonight. When coming back, Hyunjin was already poised on the edge of the bed. Chan dimmed the lights before walking back to his beta.
Chan moved deliberately, placing the equipment next to Hyunjin on the bed. Hyunjin’s pulse quickened, not from fear but anticipation. “You okay with this?” Chan asked, holding up a silky blindfold.
Hyunjin nodded, voice barely a whisper. “Please…”
Gently, Chan tied the blindfold around Hyunjin’s eyes, leaving space for comfort. Then, he guided Hyunjin’s hands behind him, securing them loosely with the ropes. The restraint was firm but tender, a physical reminder that Hyunjin could surrender safely.
Hyunjin exhaled, aware of every sensation. The scent of raininess from Chan was restless, as if the storm hadn’t settled yet, the earth scent thin and quivering. It allowed Hyunjin to relax as his own paint-and-petal aroma floated around, mingling with Chan’s like a gentle conversation of their bodies. Hyunjin needed this. Hyunjin wanted to let go of the control. He didn’t want to have to think anymore. Just feel. Just feel good. Chan knew how to make him feel good.
Hyunjin sensed Chan lean in close. The soft brush of Chan’s lips against his own made them tingle. A burst of colourful rain in a meadow was how Hyunjin would describe it. Chan deepened the kiss, moving his warm body up against Hyunjin’s, then his kisses trailed down his neck. Hyunjin shivered at the touch; every nerve was alive, not just with arousal but with relief.
Hyunjin pressed his body back up lightly, feeling the tug on ropes giving him no choice; he just needed to trust.
“I… I needed this,” he whispered, voice muffled. Hyunjin could feel his eyes grow moist. “I really fucking needed this, Hyung.”
“I know, baby. I know.” Chan said gently as he pulled Hyunjin’s shirt up. “You got goosebumps. Cute. You are always so sensitive, baby. I love that.” Hyunjin couldn’t help but grin. He hopes he’ll always be sensitive to Chan, as the older gets off on knowing it. Chan’s touch was warm and slow; his fingers traced Hyunjin’s stomach, travelling up to his nipples. They became erect as Chan, in quick succession, rubbed his pointer finger over it, swapping every few seconds. Hyunjin’s breath hitched, and faint moans escaped his mouth from Chan’s touch.
“F-fuck. Channie-h—Hyung.” Chan’s airy giggles tingled Hyunjin’s ears. The alpha kept kissing and nibbling on Hyunjin’s skin, wherever he could. Leaving dark marks and glistering silva on the surface for the world to see. Hyunjin loved it. He could surrender completely to the feeling. Letting go of the weight in his chest. Chan suddenly stopped, and Hyunjin whined. He didn’t want it to stop right now.
“Hush now. I’m taking care of you, don’t worry.” Chan reassured Hyunjin, but Hyunjin still pouted, and the rope grounded him once again as he tugged. It’s not in his control; Chan will make him feel good, no need to worry. Hyunjin relaxed again. “Good boy”, Hyunjin’s cheeks warmed up, and he felt a twitch of his clothed cock. A warm pressure was over it shortly after. Hyunjin hummed into the touch. “You like that?” Hyunjin nodded. “Words”
“Yes. Fuck please. I need this. I need more Channie Hyung.” Chan unbuttoned Hyunjin’s jeans, tugging them off in one forceful pull. Hyunjin huffed from the action. Chan’s scent was warm, like in a humid rainforest. Hyunjin’s cock was bare, but the cool air brushing against it didn’t last long, as Chan wrapped his hand around it. Giving a few bumps, Hyunjin moaned out and physically reacted, and did a half sit-up from the stimulation. “Fuck. Hyung. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Yeah, you like it when alpha has your cock. Likes it when Hyung takes such good care of you?” Hyunjin was nodding frantically. “Words”, God, the commands today were driving Hyunjin crazy.
“Yes! Fuck I love it. You make it feel so good, but I need more!” Hyunjin moaned out the last part, and Chan rubbed his thumb over the slit at the top of Hyunjin’s penis. Chan collected that pre-cum and quickly used it as lube to pump his own aching, hard cock.
“Fuck! More Jinnie? Aren’t you greedy?” Chan said in a puff as he stroked himself.
“p-please.” The small whine drove Chan crazy. He stopped jerking himself and roughly grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs, parting them quickly. Hyunjin yelped at the forceful action but quickly reacted with enthusiasm. Chan wanted to just stick it in; he was desperately horny and wanting, but he had to take good care of his pack. His beta. His Jinnie. Chan grabbed the bottle he had grabbed from the drawer with the ropes and blindfold and poured it on his fingers. “Please, just fuck me now! I can take it. Please.”
“Patience, my little rope bunny. You’ll get it, but I want to drag it out a little longer” Hyunjin shifted under Chan, most likely in protest. “Squirming isn’t gotta get it in faster.” Hyunjin relaxed again. “Good boy”
Hyunjin’s cock twitched at that again. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, shining for Chan to view. Chan warmed up the liquid on his fingers and lined it up with Hyunjin’s hole. “Relax and breathe for me” Hyunjin did as he was told, and the intrusion came, his hole tightening a little and feeling Chan’s finger pressed against the inside walls. That pressed feeling transformed into sliding, as Chan repeatedly pulled it back and forth, creating a delicious warmth from the friction. Hyunjin moaned as he could only focus on the feeling of Chan’s finger.
Hyunjin yelped at the sudden lick at the tip of his cock. “Channie.” A giggle released from the older as he teased. “You couldn’t have warned m—” Hyunjin’s voice hitched into a high-pitched whine as Chan inserted another finger. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Faster.” Chan sped up his two digits pounding into the now damp flesh, as the sound of the lube squelched with each thrust. Hyunjin’s muscles tightened, and the rope again reminded me of how he was the one being taken care of, how he trusted Chan to help him forget everything.
That’s why when Chan took his fingers away, Hyunjin wanted to cry. “Why?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t you want the main course?” Hyunjin gasped and nodded. “Words, baby”
“Fuck. Please Channie. I’ve been good. Please.” Hyunjin started to squirm again. Chan used his hands and planted them on the back of Hyunjin’s raised thighs.
“Squirming like that isn’t being good.” Hyunjin stilled. His scent began to turn watery. “That’s better.” Hyunjin’s scent weaved between sweet florals and watered-down paint. Chan lined himself up to Hyunjin’s entrance. Chan gently pushed the tip against Hyunjin’s hole, and Hyunjin gasped; an explosion of a colourful meadow bounced around Chan. He slowly pushed it further, and Hyunjin sighed. Chan didn’t bottom out; instead, he pulled back a little, causing Hyunjin to whine, as soon as Hyunjin finished his little airy whine, Chan crushed his hips down onto Hyunjin, causing Hyunjin to cry out.
“FUCK! Channie! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Chan then began unsheathing his cock from Hyunjin’s hole only to snap it back down into its rightful place. Chan’s grunts turned Hyunjin on even more. With each thrust that pistoled down Chan’s breathing got more laboured. Chan kept snapping in and out, warmth turning into a hot mess, very quickly.
“This is what you wanted. You wanted. Me. To. Be. Rough.” Chan huffed out. “You wish I could breed you like an omega.” Hyunjin does want that. He wants to have a baby with Chan. He only wishes, and in this moment, he can pretend it can happen.
“Fuck! Yes. Breed me!” Hyunjin screamed as Chan snapped their hips together again and again and again. He picked up the speed, growing desperate, and he hit Hyunjin’s G-spot over and over. Hyunjin wasn’t going to last long. He could feel that climax tingle coming, but he didn’t want this to end. He wanted Chan to make him feel good forever.
“I’m so fucking close!” Hyunjin shouted.
“Me too,” Chan responded, huffing as his pace didn’t stop. He kept hammering his cock deep into Hyunjin, then sliding back out, only to ram it back in, so Hyunjin wouldn’t have any other thoughts but him.
“Chan! I’m gonna—" Chan groaned in Hyunjin’s ear, and Hyunjin’s body spasmed from the incoming climax. Cum springing from his cock onto his and Chan’s stomachs.
“Me too!” Chan yelled out as he did a final thrust, and a hot warmth filled Hyunjin’s insides. Chan fell onto Hyunjin, scenting his neck’s gland. Hyunjin didn’t know why, but something was very different. He felt like a big wave was rushing over him, and he couldn’t stop himself, as a large sob left his mouth. Chan pulled out straight away and took Hyunjin’s blindfold off. “Jinnie? What’s wrong? Was I too rough?” Hyunjin shook his head, tears streaming down his face. Why was he crying like this?
“Just big feelings”, Hyunjin said wetly.
“Yeah? Do you want to talk about it?” Hyunjin shook his head, and Chan started untying the ropes.
“Maybe tomorrow.” Chan threw the ropes and blindfold off the bed and held Hyunjin against his chest.
“Okay. Let’s talk about it more tomorrow. Do you want something to drink and eat?”
Hyunjin nods. “That’d be nice.” Chan got up and stepped into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water let Hyunjin know he was cleaning himself and that Hyunjin would have to get up and do that too, but his limbs felt like jelly. Chan came back out with a damp hand towel. Hyunjin’s heart felt like it grew bigger in size, and his scent smelled like flowers blooming on a freshly painted windowsill, delicate and warm. “Oh. Channie.”
Chan got closer and gently tapped Hyunjin’s leg for him to spread open. “Another round? Are you in your rut?” Hyunjin joked with a sniffle. Chan gave a slight chuckle.
“Shush up and let me clean you, princess.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes before responding.
“Yes, oh, daddy sire” A small playful slap to his thigh shut him up, but he giggled at the reaction he got. When Chan finished cleaning him, he threw the hand towel in the hamper beside the bathroom door and walked to the door.
He stepped out and knocked over a water bottle. There are two water bottles and a bowl of watermelon.
“Jinnie. Min’s at work, right?”
“uhhh. Yeah! He said he’ll be back later than usual.” Chan knew the omega would be looking for Jisung again after work. He mentally reminded himself to send a text. Chan picked up the bowl and bottles, closing the door.
“He always gives you princess treatment even when fighting.”
“Oh! Watermelon! Fuck yeah—” Hyunjin’s shoulders fell, and his smile faltered. “Oh… Yeah…He does.” Chan kissed the younger’s forehead before hand-feeding him a piece.
“I’m sure things will get better soon.” Chan tucked a strand of hair behind Hyunjin’s ear.