Archive of Our Own

At some point in our lives, our sex was ambiguous. Puppies, kittens, bunnies, whatever you may have, to the untrained eye, you had to wait to sex your babies. With humans, this is applicable as well. During gestation, human sex is unknown with a sure result. Regardless of the advancement in technology, where you could have blood results or sounding done, nothing is guaranteed.

As for Na Jaemin, the normal still applied, when he was conceived, his Dam and Sire were overjoyed.

His mother kept up with her appointments to assure the growth and health of her firstborn. The expecting parents were told that these appointments were unnecessary, for the Kit inside of her belly was so strong. However, as a first-time mother, she couldn't help but worry. And that worry was justified when Jaemin was born, for it took seven doctor visits, and an obnoxious amount of time just to have no diagnosis. See, their little Kit was born, and not a single person, nor test, could classify Na Jaemin.

Even though he was literally a bunny, he was technically a unicorn; something unique, rare, almost mythical.

Na Jaemin, the enigma.

At the age of ten, two things forever changed the outcome of his future.

All children "mature" at the age of ten. They start to secrete their own scent and their classified pheromone. Jaemin did neither, his scent never came and neither did his classification.

Jaemin's parents decided it would be best to wait it out; there were plenty of wallflowers, maybe he just needed time. However, the year he is supposed to turn thirteen, and he still hasn't matured, his father handed him a bottle of "pseudo scent" and told him to start identifying himself as Beta.

While out with his mother, helping other neighborhoods, Jaemin's third curve-ball was thrown into his thirteen year-old life. He quickly became a trainee with SM Entertainment and all issues of his classification was officially documented as "Beta-unspecified".

Jaemin was shy, but outgoing. He had a charm that drew in many, if not all. His insecurities drained him of his drive, so even though he became a trainee, he didn't put in the effort. That is, until Lee Jeno.

Lee Jeno is a Samoyed- Alpha- with too much energy. They meet at the age of fourteen and suddenly, there's a pull in Jaemin; a drive, competition if you will. He starts to put in the effort, and thrives off the compliments and praise.

Jeno and Jaemin don't get along at first. What would you expect from an excited Alpha pup, and a timid bunny.

Jeno's ears would perk with interest whenever his eyes catch Jaemin, tail swishing behind him excitedly. Jaemin's long ears would droop, dreading the boundless energy.

Soon enough though, they somehow balance each other out. They protect one another, accompany one another, befriend one another. You would never see Jaemin without Jeno, and Jeno without Jaemin. It would get so bad that even staff around the company would mix up their names. They'd laugh it off, and store it aside to reminisce later.

2017 however, might have been the worse for him. He was already stressed out. He already had his debut but not long after, his body forced him into a hiatus. Every day gifted him waves of pain and seized his spine up with spasms. He followed up with physical therapy when things eventually eased up enough. With enough time, things felt much better, and he was told he could come back, he had a meeting with the company to discuss his return. It was decided then that he would return for NCT 2018, he returned home with the brightest smile and started counting down each day until he returned.

That night, a personal family doctor was rushed to his home. Jaemin's Dam woke up and ran into his room to the sound and scene of Jaemin tossing and turning, letting out pitiful groans. He was so pale that his lips were tinting periwinkle. The doctor checked his fever, showing to his mother the display of "38.9 °C". Her eyes grew wide, corners quick to gather liquid, bottom lip quivering as her hands come up to her long ears, hoping to gain some type of comfort while rubbing at them.

"We need to bring his fever down." The doctor started. "Na, bring me a bowl of warm water and some small towels." He directs Jaemin's father, who nods and briskly walks to gather what's needed.

"Mrs, if you can control your pheromones, you can come and soothe him." He nods in Jaemin's direction, while pulling out a stethoscope.

Jaemin groans his loudest the moment the doctor touches him again. His mother buries her worry and rushes to the bedside and focuses on trying to soothe her son.

"Hurts-!" Jaemin cries out, pitiful and panicked. His eyes are squeezed shut so tightly, little wrinkles form around the corners and between his eyebrows where they've furrowed.

"Hopefully the water isn't too wa-" Jaemin's dad is saying as he walks in with the requested, but stops in place. His eyes go wide and the bowl drops to the floor, along with the towels.

"Hon?" Mrs. Na asks, both her and the doctor sparing him a worried glance.

"He's maturing..." Mr. Na whispers out.

Their heads all snap towards Jaemin with the loud groan he lets out again, transitioning into a high whine.

"M-Mom! Hu-Hurts! So bad!!" His eyes are opened and focused on his mother, hand reached out and clasped around hers. His skin is clammy but his grip is so tight, trying to convey the pain he is in to her.

"Jaemin, where does it hurt?" The doctor asks.

"Here!" Forgetting he had his mother's hand, he pulls her hand at the same time his hand hovers low over his stomach.

"Na, can you tell his classification yet?" The doctor looks over at Jaemin's dad. The doctor being a Beta and Mrs. Na being an Omega, wouldn't be able to smell Jaemin's incomplete classification.

"Not yet- Just his primary scent, it's sweet."

Jaemin cries out suddenly, turning over onto his side and curling into himself almost violently.

Like a big gust of wind, as Jaemin passes out in total silence, the room fills with notes of overwhelming sweetness, and nuttiness.

"My baby-... He's an Omega..." Jaemin's mom whispers, her voice contrastingly loud in the silence of the room. Her fingers shaking as her hand comes up and brushes the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. She takes her time to rub soothing circles along his long ears.

"Na, please grab a new bowl of water and clean towels, we still have to care for Jaemin's fever. I can preform a thorough check-up when he is conscious." The doctor relays as he checks Jaemin's breathing and heart rate.

Things change drastically when Jaemin wakes up. That whole night is nothing but a haze, a smudge in his memories. He only knows that he's fully presented, and he is no longer ambiguous.

He has to come to terms with the fact that he is a fully presented Omega, with anatomy he'd never expect. If he could find humor in the situation, he'd say some magician came in and turned everything upside-down.

But there is no humor to be found. He must continue to wear his "pseudo scent" as well as scent blockers. This was a decision agreed upon by Jaemin, his parents, the doctor, and those from the company that know. Jaemin had been persistent in letting them know he wanted to return and did not want to miss out anymore. He'd promised to the whole room that day that he'd keep his change under wraps.

After coming to the agreement, his promised schedules were to progress just as planned.

However, given, there are probably only a handful- if even that- of cases like Jaemin's; so his future is a learn-as-you-go process. And trying to be attuned with a constantly changing body, and active hormones will only get you so far; try as he may- even at his hardest- there are things that slip through.

They say that you can prepare yourself, and prepare yourself, no matter the occasion, but there will always be some little hiccup along the way. Well- maybe an earthquake...

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It was almost sudden, how quickly Jaemin disappeared from the group. And it took no time for it to affect every member, but even-more-so Jeno.

The group may have been busy, continuing promotions, preparations for other comebacks, and promoting those as well. But when night comes, and he's stuck with the darkness around himself and the deafening silence between his ears, his mind drifts to Jaemin.

Is Jaemin okay? Is he in pain? Will he come back? Does he miss us? Is he lonely?

It was so hard on them all. Jaemin never responded in the group chat, nor in private messages. They understood, the manager said he had to rest plenty and focus on his health.

But- God, Jeno was not prepared for his return.

The group was already made aware that Jaemin was cleared by his doctors and would return, but no one gave them a date. They were excited to hear news for when he would return to the dorm. Each member on their toes, nerves tingling for their lost piece.

They continued with their schedules, news of Jaemin's arrival still hasn't come. They were already working on a couple of the dances before they even recorded, so they were in practice relying on just the instrumental for now. The choreographer had guided them through the first verse, pre-chorus, and chorus a few times before calling a small break and allowing them time to go over the steps they just learned.

Unknowingly, in a different room, Jaemin arrived much earlier to go over the steps, with a different choreographer and without the music. At a slower pace, to integrate him back into the flow, before he joins the group and their normal practice.

"Jaemin-ssi, I think you've got it." Lee calls out with a clap.

"I hope it sticks though." Jaemin giggles through the heavy breathing. "Thank you so much for taking your time out to help me, I really do appreciate it." Jaemin bows.

"Now, now. There's no need for that. I'm just glad you are back. It should be fairly easier to grasp how to do each move and then implement your positioning when you join the others. The moves aren't too strenuous for you, right?"

Jaemin shakes his head. "If anything, I'm just a bit stiff from not using most muscles you normally use when dancing. I'll just do a better job at stretching before and after practice."

"Alright, well- geeze I did not notice the time, the others should have started by now. Do you want me to take you the practice room?" He says as he grabs his bag and fishes out his phone to look at.

"I'll be fine, I've taken too much of your time already. Thank you again." He says with another bow. Lee nods and pats his shoulder once, slings his bag over his shoulder and walks out of the room.

"Take your time getting up there, it's okay to be a bit late, you're ahead of them now, step-wise." Lee chuckles as he's walking away.

It's a compliment that Jaemin takes to heart and bathes in the warm feeling.

His hands drop to his knees, holding himself up, and pushes out a harsh sigh towards the floor.
It's nerve wracking to see all of them again. It's hard getting back into the flow of things.

"I can do it!" He whisper-shouts to himself, straightening his back and massaging his long ears.

Jaemin gathers his phone and slips on his jacket, pulling the hood over his head and leaving it unzipped. He chugs about half of his water bottle, the plastic crinkling in his hand when he violently replaces the lid and tightens his grip on the feeble material.

He quickly pats over his ribs, making sure his scent blocker was firmly still intact. He even pulls a tiny vial of his pseudo-scent, rubbing a little behind his ears. He's anxious, so he even rubs a tiny drop right above his scut, under his shirt on the base of his spine. He lets out one more huff and tucks the vial in his pocket securely, turns off the lights and heads out of the room.

Up one floor level, and about twenty meters down a sleek passage, to the only illuminated door. The door is slightly left cracked open, allowing the noise inside to bleed out into the quiet.

He pats over his ribs once more, inhales deeply. With the exhale, he pushes forward.

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Jeno is going over a few of the steps with his reflection. His mind has numbed to the loudness of the others, sucked into a far-away place. Thinking of Jaemin again, whilst also worrying about promotions.

Will things be the same? Is he different? Will it be too much for him?

Is he even ready?

Where is he? Why haven't we heard any updates? Is Jaemin going to leave us?

At that last thought, he stumbles on a step, catching himself. His ears are quick to tint, keeping his face aimed to his feet, not wanting to see if the others caught the movement.

He's so stuck in his own storm of worrying and embarrassment, that he doesn't realize that the room has gone completely silent.

His ears perk, catching onto the pattern of another heartbeat, and for some reason, his own tries to imitate it.

He slowly lifts his head, eyes dragging along the floor.

He must take too long though, for next thing he knows, his eyes are snapping up to the person who just yelled and ran across the room.

"Hyung!" Jisung, he sees, is the first to act. He dashes forward, barreling into Na Jaemin.

Jaemin grunts at the impact, arms wrapping around the younger regardless.

Jeno feels chills run in a single line down his neck and spine when Jaemin lets out a soft chuckle.

Jisung tucks his head under Jaemin's chin- as best as he can, arms wrapping tightly around the elder to bunch the black fabric of his jacket in his fists. "Hyung, I've missed you so much." His voice sounds wet, heavy; he's holding back tears.

"I missed you too, Ji." Jeno's ears catch onto the soft whisper Jaemin breathes into Jisung's crown.

Everyone else has gravitated a few steps closer to the two; sans Jeno.

"Welcome back, Min." Mark says with a smile.

"Thank you." He smiles, only his nose and lower visible from the shelter of his hood.

"Ji, stop hogging him." Chenle says. "I want a hug too..." He follows with a low mumble.

"Come here Chen." Jaemin unfurls one arm from around Jisung to extend it towards Chenle. The younger quickly ducks under his arm and joins Jisung in absolutely smothering Jaemin.

"Na, where are your bags?" Donghyuk says, tone almost angry.

Renjun picks up on it the same time Jeno does. "Are you not staying with us?" Renjun asks, eyes wide.

"My bags are being taken care of while we are at work." Jaemin says, patting Jisung's back when he whimpered at the idea of him not living in the same dorm.

"I don't plan on leaving again guys. You're all stuck with me." He says, gently pulling away from Jisung and Chenle to make eye contact with everyone. "If you'll have me." A soft pink swims up Jaemin's neck; shy, nervous.

"You'd be one big idiot to think you didn't have a place here." Donghyuk says at the same time Mark assures Jaemin, "We will always want you, Min."

Jaemin smiles brightly.

"Well, I am glad you've all been reunited and such, but break time is over." Choreographer Kim sneaks in. He bypasses their shocked faces and places a warm palm on Jaemin's shoulder. "Welcome back Jaemin, don't over work yourself. You know your restrictions the best, so take a breather when things get too much. Other than that, I expect nothing less than your best, from you all." He smiles wide at them all.

"Come on, let's get started." He claps, bringing them all to attention.

Jeno feels like someone, finally, removed the spell that was cast on him, allowing him to move; to breathe.

That is, until Jaemin pushes off his hood and slips his jacket off and ties it around his waist.

"Jeno, pick up your jaw." Donghyuk teases, passing his left side to get in line and chuckles low, whispering only for Jeno to hear.

"And, for all things Holy, reign in whatever it is you've got going on before your pheromones slip." Renjun snaps out in a hushed manner as he passes by as well.

Jeno is surprised at how he doesn't humiliate himself by choking on his own spit, quickly snapping out of it and shuffling into position.

Regretfully he has to drag his eyes away from Jaemin, who's obviously already been by the salon for the future promotions, if he's even done. His hair is cut and dyed a smoother shade of brown, lighter almost, but dark at the same time. Almost like rich honey.

The most tortuous for Jeno though, however, is how much Jaemin has changed. His features have started to lose their baby fat, tightening into his bone structure. Jeno has no doubt that Jaemin will be like fine wine, his beauty will know no bounds as he ages.

And God- help Jeno- but Jaemin's long ears. They're fluffier somehow. They've also lightened in color, turning into- what Jeno guesses is- his mature coat. And Jaemin has this aura to him, something changed while he was gone. And Jeno- he's drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. It's not anything new though, Jeno has always found himself fond for the younger; but this was an entirely different level.

He wasn't drawn to Jaemin. No, he was being wrenched.

Practice is over with a final, loud, clap of Kim's hands. He leaves the sweating boys with a reminder for tomorrow and departs fairly quickly.

Jeno is sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed, trying to calm down his ragged breathing.

Their practice was extended for two extra hours, he wonders how Jaemin is fairing. His ears perk up alone at the thought of the boy, silently hitting his closed fist on his thigh chastising himself for thinking of him yet again. His mind wondering is the reason why he stumbled more than once, forgotten steps, and bumped into a few others; thus extending the practice.

He huffs out, completely disappointed with himself.

Being stuck in his mind and thoughts also leads to him forgetting his senses. So it takes him by surprise when a cold water bottle is pressed against his temple.

He jerks on the floor and lets out a little yelp, opening his eyes only wishing to close them again.

There he is, the cause of his distress. Na Jaemin.

Jaemin smiles down at Jeno, squatting beside him and waving the bottle. "I figured, since you looked like you were passed out, you'd need some hydration?"

Jeno looks at the bottle, to Jaemin, and back. He slowly sits up and holds out his hand. "Yeah, thank you." He says, returning the smile.

Surprisingly enough, with Jaemin so close, even though his heart is doing weird vaults and skips, his focus is clear and so is his voice.

"We didn't get to talk when I got here, kinda got mauled." He chuckles. "They said I have a room of my own? So, would you like to catch up later?" Jaemin asks, eyes pointed down to where he is thumbing at his shoelaces.

"Of course, Jaemin. I wouldn't miss the chance." Jeno smiles, proud of the confidence in his voice, even though his nerves wants to shit bricks.

"Nice." Jaemin says, still thumbing at the laces, he takes in a deep breath as if he's about to say something more, but is called away by Mark.

"Min! Do you have anything after this?" Mark asks. "We only had practice today, so if you are free, we'd like to have dinner, all together again." Renjun finishes for him.

"Nope, they are trying to keep my schedules minimal for right now, they don't believe me when I say I've rested enough." Jaemin sighs in reponse. "And even if, seriously if, I get tired or start hurting, I've made promises to tell. They just don't think I will." He huffs, lips setting into a pout.

"They're just worried Hyung." Jisung offers. "Yeah, we all are." Chenle responds.

"Plus you do have a habit of being stubborn, or putting yourself secondary." Jeno speaks up, finally able to pull himself off the floor and join the others.

"Okay, okay. Anyways, food?" Jaemin quickly changes the subject, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Yeah, let's go!" Donghyuk yells.

Everyone is quick to grab their things and slip on their jackets, filing out of the room with nonsensical chatter.

Jaemin and Jeno stay to the back of the group, navigating towards each other without even knowing.

They were denied going out for dinner, instead, now they all sit in different forms of disarray in the living room as their manager brings in the remaining delivered food.

He's quick to shuffle into his own room, food of his own in his hand, leaving the seven boys who tear into the bags and boxes.

Funnily enough, Jaemin is pressed between Jeno and Jisung.

Jisung seems like he can't make up his mind on leaning on him while laughing, stuffing bites into his face, or pointing accusingly at Chenle.

And even though he is responding to their banter, and starting topics of his own. His mind constantly drifts to the hand that is placed on his knee.

Jeno's hand squeezes his knee every time he reaches for food that is further away, and Jaemin finds himself sinking his teeth into the side of his cheek to silence himself.

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"Jeno-" Jaemin pants out. "Le-let me breathe." One of his hands coming away from Jeno to rest on whatever he's been pushed into.

Jeno grunts at the request, growling when Jaemin tries to move his head away. Jaemin's request lingers in his ears, echoing until it finally regesters, and he moves his lips to Jaemin's neck.

"Je-Jeno.. Come on, no marks." Jaemin whines out when Jeno lingers too long on one spot.

Jeno jerks away, almost angrily, leveling his eyes with Jaemin's in the darkness.

"Don't do this, don't do that. What can I do when you're driving me insane Nana?" Jeno growls, hands clenching tighter on Jaemin's hip bones.

Jaemin lets out a pitiful whine, apologetic. "It's fine Nana, I'm sorry.." Jeno apologizes, smoothing circles into his hips with his thumbs.

Jaemin shakes his head. "Don't apologize Jen."

Jeno nods slowly. He leans in and presses their lips together again. Jaemin regained his breath while they were distracted. He pulls Jeno in, trimmed nails scratching into his hair on his nape as their kiss build back up; hungry, starving. Demanding.

Jeno pulls away, a hairsbreadth, their lips tickling from how close they still are. "Nana, can I..?" Jeno asks, his lips bumping against Jaemin's when he does, his breath hitting Jaemin's and mixing.

Jaemin's mentality sways, knowing Jeno is getting fed up with how they take care of each other. He is tired of it too, he yearns for more, their skin finally connecting. But, he still knows so little about his body.

Jaemin nods once. "The way we have been." He whispers between their lips.

He can feel Jeno's neck muscles flex under his palms, obviously gritting his teeth, and he wants to apologize; Jeno gives him no time to do so. Jeno's arms slide around Jaemin, completely encapsulating his waist. He is quick to slot their legs together, one of Jaemin's thighs trapped between Jeno's and one of Jeno's thighs equally trapped between Jaemin's.

Jeno's hands venture before his hips move. The way Jeno's hands move warms Jaemin to the core, stabilizing him and making him feel protected; deluding him into thinking it's love and not just a way to relieve stress. Jeno's left hand slips up the back of Jaemin's shirt, following his spine and stopping halfway just to press him closer. His right, slips down and over the swell of Jaemin's ass, the rough fabric of Jaemin's jeans tickling his palm. He curls his fingers into Jaemin's ass as best as he can, given the restrictive jeans.

Jaemin keens, nails scratching harder into Jeno's neck, bringing his attention back to Jaemin. Once their eyes connect again, he nods once.

Their lips reconnect, bruisingly, pants escaping with each press. Jeno is the first to move his hips. He grinds his hips into Jaemin's, stuttering out a pleased grunt from the friction.

Jaemin always wonders, when he's calmed down, why Jeno doesn't question or even notice that Jaemin isn't hard. He also wonders if he should either feel hurt that Jeno must think he's small, or proud because his packing-game is just that good.

Regardless, he does actually get pleasure from doing this with Jeno. Even though wearing two types of panties- a slick guard and a scent guard- and packing himself, so he looks "normal"; this gives him no stimulation, things are too confined for friction. However, the chills Jeno breaks out over his skin, the grunts he pants out into their kiss, and the way he tightens his fingers on Jaemin until bruises are bound to form; that- that gives him pleasure.

His hips move in response to Jeno. His fingers curl into whatever he's backed into still, knuckles and fingertips tingling painfully. Jaemin moans, they are real, but shy. They are mainly muffled by the press of their lips, if not drowned out by the grunts Jeno releases.

Jaemin knows Jeno is close, his ears are flat against his head, and he's pulled away from the kiss to press his forehead against the side of Jaemin's neck. His hot breath fans out over the front of Jaemin's neck and into his shirt, billowing it out with each exhale.

Jeno's fingers are shaking, losing their grip on Jaemin. He's grinding down onto Jaemin's thigh, wildly.

The moment his forehead slips from Jaemin's neck to be replaced by lips, Jaemin panics like normal, and pulls Jeno's hair. It draws out a long whine from Jeno, sounding garbled with a growl, but it still does its job. He laxes almost immediately in Jaemin's hold, enough so that Jaemin has to quickly wrap his other arm around Jeno.

Jeno is breathing hard, face pressed into Jaemin chest. His body slacked so much he actually looks smaller than the bunny.

Jaemin is the first to regain his composure. Not having a release or an orgasm, makes calming down much easier. He smooths his hand over the back of Jeno's head.

"You okay, Jen? He murmurs.

Jeno nods a couple of times and then finally straightens up. He locks eyes with Jaemin's, his eyes swirling with something unknown, but not unfamiliar. He takes in a few breaths and keeps eye contact for a few minutes before dropping his gaze.

"Do you really have to join that unit?"

Jaemin blinks a few times, confused. It takes a while and then his confusion edges into agitation.

"Birthday? Are you kidding me, Jeno?" Jaemin spits out, his blood starting to boil. He pushes Jeno away, enough so that he can move away and stop being back against, what looks to be, a shelf; singular and lowly mounted on the wall.

"You pulled me into here," Jaemin gestures wildly with his hands- "Because of what? It can't be jealousy, you have your unit song as well. Maybe possessive? But that has to be wrong too." He yells.

He stomps over to the door, hand on the knob. He harshly looks back to Jeno, who's frozen in place. "You always do this shit when you're close to your rut." He seethes. "But remember Jeno, you rejected me." He says with a sigh, and walks out of the storage room.

It's late before Jaemin returns to the dorm, spending as much time away as possible; staying in a practice room at the company. Donghyuk and Mark must be out at the 127 dorm again, so confiding in Mark is out.

The lights are all off except for the automatic one above his head in the entry way and a small one in the hall way. He shucks off his shoes and trudges silently to his room.

He's already changed and plugged in his phone, he's pulling back his duvet when a small knock is heard on his door.

He walks to the door and opens it. "Ji? You okay?"

Jisung looks past Jaemin, not meeting his eyes, and he worries at his bottom lip. "Hyung, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course. Come on, I was just about to lay down." He guides Jisung in with a gentle touch to his elbow.

"Left or right?" Jaemin asks when they reach his bed.

Jisung doesn't answer and instead crawls into the bed, struggling to pull the duvet from him, only succeeding when Jaemin helps with a tiny chuckle. Jisung lies on his side facing Jaemin and holds his arms out.

Jaemin shakes his head fondly and crawls into bed beside Jisung, facing away to allow Jisung to wrap his arms around him. However, he is quite shocked when Jisung pulls at his shoulder until he turns towards him.

"Ji..?" Jaemin asks, now face to face with the younger.

"Hyung, let me protect you tonight." Jisung mutters before tugging on Jaemin. He wraps his arms securely around Jaemin, slipping his palm to the back of Jaemin's head and tucks his head under his own chin.

Jaemin's arms are folded tightly to his chest, frozen by Jisung's actions. "Sunggi, what's going on?" He tries to move his head so he can look at the younger's face, but his head is secured in place by Jisung's palm, so his voice comes out muffled.

"I don't know, I just have this feeling in my stomach. It keeps telling me you're not okay." Jisung mutters vaguely, barely heard.

But Jaemin heard Jisung, loud and clear. And his statement shuts up any retort he could ever reply with, made up or true.

Jisung has come to him a few times since he's came back, to sleep in the same bed. But it was always Jaemin securing and protecting the younger. He'd stay awake all night, while Jisung slept soundly in his arms, soft hair being brushed by Jaemin's fingers.

But what Jisung has just said.. It is the closest anyone has gotten to figuring him out. And it terrifies him. Because late at night, when the darkness surrounds him, and sleep won't come no matter the exhaustion his body bleeds; his insecurities burn.

He can take care of others. Pretend he is fine. Act like he excited and energetic.

At times, he is like that. But when he's alone, it all washes away. Every insecurity he thought he worked through, and beaten, rushes back tenfold. Crippling him with anxiety.

He's scared for his future. Knowing nothing about his body terrifies him.
His confession to Jeno, and being rejected. His heart breaks a million times over and over. Even when Jeno kissed him a month after rejecting him, and then proposing their current situation. He gave in, because every part of him tells him to not let Jeno go, but every time Jeno and he do something, or Jeno's with someone else. He feels like he's been set afire, from the inside out.

Jaemin doesn't notice he's crying until Jisung tightens his hold around him and strokes his hair.

"It's okay, Hyung... I'm here.." Jisung whispers, words muffled from where Jisung has pressed his lips to Jaemin's crown.

Jaemin doesn't understand why he starts to sob after hearing Jisung, but his body shakes with each inhale. The cries tearing through his throat are silenced by Jisung's sweater. He continues to coward into Jisung's arms in hopes no one else will hear, but also for a sense of warmth and the protection Jisung is offering him.

He knows, come morning, he'll feign ignorance. This will all be some type of fever dream; and he can only hope Jisung plays along.

Jisung can feel the moment Jaemin falls asleep; or passes out would be a better terminology. He can hear how the older takes in a long shaky breath and then silence. His body completely laxes in Jisung's hold. It's almost like he was holding a sturdy piece of steel, tight and tense, and then it melts right before his eyes, turning into a pool of silver.

He is aware that he's not the most brave of the group, and he's got demons of his own to fight. However, ever since Jaemin rejoined, there was something off. The older seemed different. So he kept a watchful eye over the elder, stuck by his side when needed, and relied on him in return.

He also knew, from the moment he hugged Jaemin, that the elder smells different. He's not sure, it was so faint. He thought maybe, just maybe, someone got too close to Jaemin, and the smell transferred over. But through the days, the months, the smell stayed. During the day he couldn't smell it at all, but come midday, there it was again; just a trace.

Jisung knew it was wrong of him, but his curiosity got the best of him one night when he couldn't go to sleep from nightmares, and Jaemin happened to be awake as well. Jaemin took him in and lured him to sleep. He could still smell just that tiny trace. In the middle of the night, close to morning, he woke up before Jaemin, and the smell was stronger. It was still slight, but there nonetheless.

It was like he couldn't stop his curiosity, his bear side just had to know. It reminded him of honey, but if it was salted for some reason.

He sniffed at the air and then around Jaemin until his nose led him to Jaemin's ribs. He tilted his head in confusion, before shakily lifting his hand and nudging the blanket down some. He cursed himself over and over in his brain as he warily picked up Jaemin's thin shirt and looked.

All he could think afterwards, even when quickly covering Jaemin back up and carefully stumbling out of the room, was "fuck, fuck, fuck".

He spent so many days, mute to the group, as he went over in his head that Jaemin was hiding something.

On the third day of staying to himself, Jaemin is the one who comes to him, envelops him in a hug and whispers, "You aren't alone, so whatever is going on in that brain of yours, don't fight it alone baby bear."

Jisung wanted to cry, because those were the words he wanted to say to Jaemin, but he was too scared and confused. So he vowed to stick to the elder, and be silent support until necessary.

And it seemed necessary when he came tonight. He doesn't understand how the others do not smell Jaemin, or at least catch lingering wafts of it, maybe they are just dense, or he just has a better since of smell. The moment the door closed behind Jaemin, Jisung could smell bitter sugar.

Salty, burnt, and sour.

He knew something was wrong immediately. He tried his best to get out of bed quietly, but as soon as the covers rustled, Jeno turned over in his bed, on his side and peeked an eye open.

"What's up?" Jeno says, voice scratchy and eyes barely staying open.

"Bathroom." Jisung replies, shuffling out quickly so he doesn't have to elaborate.

By the time he gets to Jaemin, his door is already closed, but he takes his chance and knocks anyways. Jaemin's eyes are dark, and they are distant, but he always looks to Jisung, or to any of the members, like they are his world. Jisung is quickly ushered in, and he can smell that tainted sugar even stronger.

Jisung knows it is his turn to protect the elder this time. So he does what feels right and pulls Jaemin in a sturdy embrace, allowing the warmth of his bear blood to seep into his bones and transfer to Jaemin.

He's quite shocked when Jaemin starts crying. Jaemin doesn't ever cry. But he has to stay strong for Jaemin, so he reassures his elder. Jaemin only sobs harder, Jisung's shock quickly changing to fear and dread. The sounds Jaemin was making, how he clung to Jisung. 

Jisung knows that Jaemin needed this, and he's willing to do it again and again until Jaemin lets it all out himself.

Come morning, they are curled around each other as if they were threads of the same rope. Jisung wakes up first, but he lays there with a soft smile and warm feeling in his chest. Even if his left arm is beyond numb and because he is awake, the tingles of needles are starting to set in, he'd go through any type of torture to smell the natural sweetness of Jaemin.

It's stronger, still hidden by that patch on his ribs, but Jisung can smell it. It's refreshing to his senses, like honey from a fresh comb, or syrup freshly tapped from a tree. It's sweet, but natural.

The Alpha in him purrs in happiness knowing he caused one of his members to feel safe. It's weird to him almost.

The only time his Alpha ever purrs is when Chenle comes home to the dorms.

He won't question it; for now.

When Jaemin wakes up, his vision is dark, and tucked into lemon verbena. He's reminded of what happened but quickly pulls on his mask.

He forces out a chuckle and pulls away looking at Jisung. "Sleep well, baby bear?"

"Hyung..." Jisung whines, flushing at the endearment.

"Alright- Alright." He says, sitting up. "Did you have another nightmare?" He asks.

Jisung's eyebrow quirks in confusion. "No..." He trails off.

Jisung looks like he is about to say something else but Jaemin is quick to shut it down. "That's good, come on." He steps out of bed and looks back to Jisung. "Fried rice, omelet, or do you want me to get some bread?"

Jaemin doesn't know if it works from the way Jisung squints his eyes, but he takes it as a win when he responds with "Omelet".

Things progress day by day, following as they normally do and Jaemin has been with his unit for promotions.

He doesn't see Jeno much, and he prefers it that way- for now. He doesn't see Jisung that much either, he has this irrational fear of feeling so vulnerable around the younger. It's like he can see what others can not, and pick at his bones without ever laying a finger on him.

Plus, he's thrilled to spend time with Jaehyun. He's been friends with Jaehyun since trainee days and will always have that connection with him.

It's the last week of their promotions, and they finished their last recording two hours ago, so they are all settled down in one of the 127 dorms' living room. They are either in sweats or pajamas- Lucas and Doyoung. They have different varieties of fried chicken and popcorn, while Taeyong is pulling up a movie that Shotaro suggested. All of them agreeing to the youngest.

"Taro, what is this movie?" Taeyong asks about fifteen minutes in, while they are eating and the movie is playing.

"I dunno, Yuta-san suggested it." He waves his chicken wing, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

"That explains so much..." Taeyong grumbles.

Jaemin doesn't understand what is going on, he feels like he is flickering in and out. He hasn't even seen the screen once, nor has he touched any of the food. He's sitting on the couch, Taeyong on one side and Jaehyun on the other. He has his knees pulled up to his chest and his forehead rested atop them.

He doesn't realize he leaned over and was resting against Jaehyun until his arm slips around his shoulders and smooths over one of his ears. "You okay Bun?" Jaehyun whispers to not alert any of the others.

Jaemin wants to say he's fine, but his stomach has been doing these weird little cartwheels and knotting up below his navel. He's in pain, but more than that, he's scared because this hasn't happened before; he's confused. In response to Jaehyun's question, he shakes his head, curling into the elder, seeking comfort.

"Oh Bun..." Jaehyun lowly gasps, wrapping his arms around Jaemin's shaking form. "You feel hot, tell me what's going on?" He says after testing the skin of Jaemin's nape, only to find it sweltering and drenched with sweat.

All of a sudden, Taeyong is standing over them. "Take him to my room." His voice is demanding, leaving no room for questions. "Sorry guys, you need to clean up and head elsewhere." He tries to smile while gesturing to the food and movie.

They are confused, watching Jaehyun take Jaemin down the hall in his arms, and Taeyong's face pale. They listen though, making quick work of doing as asked. As they start to leave Taeyong grabs Doyoung's wrist.

"I need everyone out of this part of the dorm please. Don't say who is in here, don't say anything except that I said so. Send in Manager Chao too." He rushes out, leveling his eyes with Doyoung's so that he knows he means business.

"Is he okay?" Doyoung looks back to where Jaehyun has left with Jaemin.

"We will figure that out as soon as Chao gets here. Quickly please." Taeyong's voice drops, worried. Doyoung nods and quickly makes his way to the other rooms.

Taeyong stays in place, controling his breathing and nerves as Doyoung ushers three others out. Taeyong is too focused on centering himself to even pay attention to whom those three were, nor to give them an assuring smile.

He's snapped out of his thoughts and meditation when a sharp cry out comes from down the hall. He has no reason to try and calm down anymore, he's too focused on worrying.

Jaemin is hurt.
Jaemin is hurting.
Jaemin needs help.
Jaemin needs my help.
I have to help Jaemin.

He pushes the door open to his room and finds Jaehyun pacing off to the side while Jaemin is tossing in pain in the middle of his bed.

He rushes to Jaemin's side and brings him into his embrace, trying to still the younger so he doesn't harm himself.

"Jaehyun." He calls out. "Jaehyun!" He snaps.

Jaehyun looks at Taeyong with big eyes, welling up with tears.
"Call Mrs. Na, try to get an idea if this has happened before. Tell her I have Manager Chao coming in to check him. Keep calling until she answers." Taeyong instructs. He nods and rushes out of the room, only to rush back in to grab his forgotten phone and then back out, shutting the door behind him.

"Jaemin, sweetie, can you hear me?" Taeyong asks, receiving a pitiful whine of recognition after a minute.

"Jaemin, has this happened before?" Jaemin responds by hastily shaking his head no, his ears flopping with the harsh movements.

Taeyong tries to soothe him by rubbing his shoulder. "Okay, where does it hurt then?"

Jaemin takes a while to answer, but soon enough he's shakily grabbing Taeyong's fingers- Taeyong noticing how cold they are in stark contrast to the rest of his body. He pulls them until the left side of his ribs, pauses, and then pulls Taeyong's hand down low on his abdomen, his crying coming out harder.

"I'm going to check under your shirt, squeeze my hand once for permission, or twice for no." Jaemin squeezes once, quickly hiding his face in Taeyong's stomach.

Taeyong is careful as he slowly lifts up Jaemin's shirt. There is no bruising or distension on his lower abdomen, and Taeyong doesn't feel comfortable checking any lower. He soothes his hand over Jaemin's belly below his navel and the response is almost immediate, taking Taeyong by surprise. Jaemin's loud sobs turn into pitiful whines and sniffles, while he sets his cold palm on top of Taeyong's to press the heat of Taeyong's palm harder on his stomach.

Taeyong is beyond confused at what is going on, but it seems to be helping the younger, so he leaves his hand there and decided to use his other hand to lift Jaemin's shirt up further.

Once he has the shirt nestled under Jaemin's armpit, he finally sees it, a scent blocker.

Everything clicks into place all of a sudden.

When Taeyong was young he had to use those as well, and unknowingly- because asshat doctors don't tell you- they secrete hormone blockers, and if you wear them for a long time, it can make you sick, almost deathly. As a child, he only had to wear his for two months before he felt sick, but never like Jaemin.

"Jaemin, I need to take this off. I can not ask for permission, this is imperative, however I need you to squeeze my hand so I know you understand, okay?" He warns.

Jaemin's breathing picks up, and he hiccups a few times like he's about to start sobbing again, but the comfort of Taeyong's hand on his stomach grounds him, and warms him. He squeezes Taeyong's hand with more strength than he should; it tells Taeyong he's scared, but he understands.

Taeyong was not prepared what-so-ever to be nearly blown back with the intense gush of scent the moment he pulled the patch off.

It was so overwhelmingly sweet, with back notes of acidity, that it made Taeyong nauseous.

He pinched at his nose with his free hand for a moment, trying to adjust himself to the new scent.

"Mrs. Na sai-!" Jaehyun rushes in only to fall flat on his ass.

Taeyong rolls his eyes slightly at the fall, but he's also understanding; Jaemin's scent is really strong.

"What did Mrs. Na say?" Taeyong says, unpinching his nose.

"She said she refuses Manager Chao, and she's sending their family doctor. He's heading up now, I just need permission from you to let him in." Jaehyun says hazily but focused at the same time.

Taeyong grinds his teeth, looking at Jaemin who is now almost comatose, but his lips are still a faint blue.

"Let him in, but if he's an Alpha, have Johnny sit outside the door, I know he's already out there, worried." He groans.

Jaehyun doesn't even respond, just rushes out of the room. It's only two minutes and then Jaehyun comes back in, followed by and elderly looking man, with almost no scent; a Beta. Taeyong sighs in relief.

"I'm Doctor Kim, the Na's family doctor. Can either of you tell me what happened?" He says as he steps close and rakes his eyes over Jaemin.

"Uh, he wasn't eating, and he seemed tired, so he was resting against me, but when I felt his skin, it's really hot and he's sweating a lot too." Jaehyun started.

"And then, I got this sick feeling in my chest. I looked over and saw Jaemin shaking in Jaehyun's arms, so I told them to come here while I evacuated everyone and called for help. Jaemin said his ribs and stomach hurt, he was a lot worse than this. Hysteric. Anyways- I found a scent blocker on him. I took it off and now he's like this." Taeyong said, gesturing to Jaemin with his eyes since he's holding Jaemin protectively. "Oh, and even though his body is hot, he is craving warmth and his fingers are extremely cold. Only now are his lips finally gaining back their normal color." Taeyong adds as he looks over the motionless boy in his arms.

The doctor nods a few times as he sets his bag down and opens it. Taeyong flicks his eyes over to Jaehyun, who has sat himself on the floor in a corner, but his eyes won't leave, nor blink, from Jaemin.

Doctor Kim pulls out a stethoscope and wrist blood pressure reader. "May I?" He asks Taeyong, showing the items; Taeyong nods, removing one arm to allow him some access.

Unlike Taeyong though he would do, the stethoscope went to Jaemin's stomach, while the reader was fastened and started.

Jaemin's blood pressure turned out to be too low to be safe, and whatever the Doctor heard, it seemed to answer unknown questions that he must've been pondering over for years. Taeyong watches him, carefully. Doctor Kim pulls the reader off, only to add an oximeter to his finger. He pulls that off when that comes out perfect and moves the stethoscope to check Jaemin's heart.

Everything is scarily silent while the doctor checks over Jaemin. Considering not even ten minutes ago the air was filled with Jaemin's horrendous crying, that could make the knees weak of even the most stony-faced person.

He's placing his items in his bag and clicks it shut before he turns to Taeyong.

"You're their main Omega, right?" He asks.

"Yeah." Taeyong answers too quickly, half prideful, half angry. Why the hell was he asking anyways?

"I'll discuss this with his mother, but since you are both Omegas, and he needs help right now, it's best I go ahead divulge." He looks back to Jaehyun.

"Jaemin is an Omega as well, he's not your typical Omega male though." He starts. "His condition.." He sighs. "This is all my fault. I and other's I have reached out to, are not well-educated on what Jaemin was dealing with, so we thought slapping scent blockers on him would be fine, and then call it done. That is not the case. No matter who wears scent blockers, it still hurts them in time." He says, and then he takes a deep breath, sliding his glasses off and folding them.

"Jaemin's body is in pre-heat."

"Wait, what?" Jaehyun says, standing up quickly.

"Uh, are you sure? I thought only female Omegas have heats." Taeyong says softly.

Doctor Kim coughs. "Exactly." He answers vaguely. He quickly changes the subject. "Anyways- He's also going through hormonal flux. I am assuming, his body was ready about a year ago for his heat, but the patches kept them away. So it messed with his hormones. It's like a roller coaster, high one minute, down the next, static for a little too. And even through all that, when his heat is supposed to hit bi-annually, it's like mixing the roller coaster with a tornado, and destroying all in its path. In this case, he held it all in, and destroyed himself from the inside-out until his body tapped out." He gestures to Jaemin.

"So what can we do for him?" Jaehyun asks, stepping around the doctor and to Taeyong's side; effectively stealing Taeyong's words.

"The flux is like the flu, he needs warmth but in forms of soothing hormones and bodily contact. So you two, as his trusted omegas, need to stay beside him. I need to talk to the company too, because once the flux is done, he will go into heat. And from the way you both are protecting him, I can only guess at how strong his scent is already, just think of it about five to ten times stronger, for his first official heat. He needs to be away from any threats." Doctor Kim finishes.

Taeyong and Jaehyun look at each other for a while, eyes wide. The doctor clears his throat and grabs his bag. "Is it alright if I see myself out?"

Taeyong doesn't have to say a thing, Jaehyun is already walking to the door and guiding the doctor out and to the front door.

Taeyong can hear a slight altercation at the front door and he wants to check it out, but he deflates knowing he can not leave Jaemin's side.

Soon enough Jaehyun is coming in, an angry pout on his face and holding a phone.

"Johnny said answer your phone, because he doesn't want to have to kill someone." Taeyong's eyes widen at that, snatching the phone and calling Johnny.

"Hello?"

-"Dammit, what is going on?"

"Calm down Johnny, if you can't talk to me with out yelling or cursing then don't demand to talk."

-"Sorry..."

"It's fine, now try again."

-"What is going on Yong..? The kids are noisy with worry. Donghyuk said he saw you frozen in the living room, your eyes were blank. Talk to me."

Taeyong presses the phone to his chest, sighing out. He should've known, that if one of the three members that were made to leave were Hyuk, he'd run his mouth.

"Everything is fine, however, Jaemin is sick."

-"WHAT!? I TOLD YOU TO LET ME IN!" Taeyong can hear Jeno's voice from the other line.

-"Jeno I swear to God- If I have to call our own housing security on your ass I will." Johnny responds. "Yong, what do you mean he is sick?"

"We just had a doctor here, he said Jaemin is sick and needs comforting scents around him. I can't explain anymore than that. I'm sorry John..."

-"It's fine, I understand. So what do you need me to do?"

Taeyong smiles. "Right now, this can be only an Omegan house, Jaemin seems to be comfortable around mine and Jaehyun's scent. I'm restricting Beta's too only because there's too many and they'd just come in and out. If one of our Omegas want to come in they need to know they can not go into my room."

Taeyong can hear Jeno being muffled by someone, but he's not sure what is being said.

-"Will do. Do you know how long this will last, will you need groceries?" Tae-il's voice comes through the receiver. Taeyong can only assume Johnny is the one shutting Jeno up and pulling him away.

"Uh, I'm not sure how long it will last, but yeah just quick necessities if you can. You're coming in?" Taeyong asks.

-"I'll come in to bring the groceries in, but I'll stay out with the others to keep the anxious ones calm. I believe Xiao Jun wants to come in though, to stay, he was hiding it very well, but I could feel his worry."

"Yeah, I figured, he was here when I asked everyone to leave."

-"Alright, I'll let him know, he's over at the Dreamies dorm right now. I'll go and get those groceries."

"Mmh, thank you hyung."

He slips the phone onto the side table once they've hung up and looks up to Jaehyun. "Seriously, get in the bed. You look like an awkward pole. Or Doyoung when he does that pose." He tries to lighten the situation.

Jaehyun scoffs out a laugh and crawls onto the bed, around to the other side of Jaemin.

"Help me center him so we can both hold him, and so this arm can get a little rest." Taeyong pleads.

"Oh, yeah." He laughs, picking up Jaemin and placing him the center of the bed.

It's concerning how Jaemin isn't moving, and he's not making a noise at all. But the color has come back to his lips fully, and his fingertips have gone from icy to room temp. Taeyong scoots close to Jaemin at the same time Jaehyun does on the other side. Their arms wrap around the boy and they curl their three pair of legs together.

Jaemin's breath is steady, coming out in tiny puffs on Jaehyun's neck, Jaehyun's arms wraped around Jaemin securely. Taeyong's arm is draped over Jaemin's hips, palm flat and warm under his shirt and on his belly. Like this, the three of them slept soundly.

They slept through Tae-il dropping off the groceries. Through Xiao Jun coming in and camping out on the couch, swaddled by multiple blankets, everything off, just so he can hear if anything happens in Taeyong's room.

They even slept through the spamming of Taeyong's phone by Jeno, and Jaehyun's three texts from a certain bear.

When Jaehyun and Taeyong wake up, Jaemin is still out cold.

They share worried glances with each other but decide to give it some more time.

Jaehyun stays with Jaemin while Taeyong leaves the room.

Taeyong is able to use the bathroom and shower quickly. He's making his way to the kitchen when Xiao Jun hands him a cup of steaming tea.

"Morning cub." He smiles. "Did you just get in?"

"No, I came last night, slept on the couch, I'll clean up the blankets." He says, biting at his cheek.

"Are you worried about Minnie?" Taeyong asks.

"Yeah, a bit, is he okay?" He replies.

Taeyong takes a sip of his tea. "He's still asleep, but once he's awake I can take your shirt to him and see if he responds well, hm? We can use all the help if he takes to it well." He smiles softly.

Xiao Jun smiles in return, nodding once.

"Thank you for the tea, I'll send Jaehyun out okay?" He says as he grabs a protein bar for himself and an electrolyte water for Jaemin; Xiao Jun nods.

It's going on 21 hours after Jaemin had passed out in his arms, and they had to bring Xiao Jun in because Jaehyun was getting overly anxious.

Xiao Jun is seated in the bed with Jaemin in his lap, lifeless but breathing. He never asked any questions even though his mind was going a mile per second with tons of them. His fingers brushing through Jaemin's hair, and pushing his bangs away from his face.

"I'm going to call Mrs. Na, maybe she can give me Doctor Kim's number. This doesn't seem right." Taeyong says, stopping in the middle of his pacing. He leaves without a look back.

Xiao Jun feels a rush of panic and then it leaves- more like he forced it away.

He looks down to Jaemin again. "I don't like seeing you like this..." He whispers.

He carefully guides Jaemin out of his lap and slides down to lay beside Jaemin, latching onto him and tucking his face into Jaemin's neck.

By the time Taeyong returns Xiao Jun is asleep, and he can't help but to smile at the way he's holding onto Jaemin. His eyes then catch onto Jaemin's hand. Jaemin must've moved his arm at some point because it lies on Xiao Jun's head, unmoving, powerless. But it's progress.

Taeyong sighs in relief and takes back the mental cursing he gave Doctor Kim; maybe he's not a quack...

Taeyong joins Jaehyun in the living room, trying to comfort him and let him know Jaemin moved a little. It seems to ease a bit of his worries and replaces his frown with a soft smile.

---

Jaemin's head is pounding. His eyes feel like they are glued shut. His muscles feel atrophied.

Overall. Jaemin concludes, he must've been ran over.

His throat feels like needles, glass, and salt all at once when he groans. However, he's hot and weighed down, and he needs to move.

He groans again, this time the weight is removed but followed by a sharp yell that his ears are not ready to take, nor understand. The flinch his body does instinctively, makes him sore.

"Ja-" . . "Jaem-" . . "Min.." . . "Jaemin?"

Finally, he can hear, and the voice sounds soft, and so worried. He grunts in response.

"Can you hear me Bun?" The voice asks, but only one person calls him that, and the voice is finally registering as Jaehyun's.

He tries to clear his throat, but fails, leading to a device pressing to his lips. It ends up being a straw, and the first two swallows feel like acid, while the ones after feel like a saving grace.

He's finally able to pry his eyes open, but his vision is blurry for a few minutes, focused on a blurry blob. That blob turns out to be Xiao Jun. For some reason, he could've sworn he heard him crying, but he doesn't know where, or when.

Weren't they watching a movie?

He's being helped up into a sitting position, slowly and carefully, and the person who helped him sits behind him so that he can just lay against their chest.

"Hyung... What's going on..?" Jaemin croaks out. Voice harsh from no use after all the sobbing.

"What do you last remember hon?" A voice asks behind him. He looks over his shoulder and it's Taeyong supporting him.

"Shotaro picked out a movie, you were putting it on. That's it." Jaemin says a bit clearer.

Jaehyun and Taeyong both make sounds of sadness, while Xiao Jun inhales deeply.

"Sweetie, you were in a lot of pain, and passed out. We called your mom, she sent your doctor over and he checked over you." Immediately the smell of burnt sugar filled the room, Jaemin's eyes going wide.

"Bun, don't panic, you are okay and safe. It's just us three with you." Jaehyun says. "And just Jaehyun and I were here when the doctor was." Taeyong whispers into his ear.

Jaemin sighs, mentality giving in to the situation. "So what's wrong with me?"

"You have the flux, you can not wear those scent blockers anymore." Taeyong says.

"So you can smell me?" Jaemin mutters.

"The real you, not that fake smell, even when we smelt the sweet, there was a chemical smell in it as well; it faded when we woke up the first day though." Jaehyun says.

"The real me...... Wait- First day? How long have I been asleep?" Jaemin yelps.

"Three days sweetie... We were worried half of the second day, but you moved once and then moved again on the third day." Taeyong says softly.

Jaemin inhales deeply, trapped in his thoughts. "I'm sorry..."

"Hey, there's no reason to apologize, you couldn't of known you were sick." Xiao Jun speaks up.

"He's right... Plus we have something more important to discuss now that you are awake." Taeyong says, a grim look gracing his features.

Jaehyun stands up and looks to Xiao Jun. "Come on, let's go make Jaemin some tea and something easy to eat." He says trying to get the other out without down right asking him to leave with him.

Xiao Jun looks at Jeamin and Taeyong for a bit, he sighs and then gets out of the bed following Jaehyun.

"What's going on hyung...?" Jaemin asks, scared, looking back to Taeyong.

Taeyong helps to turn Jaemin around in his arms and holds him close, leveling their eyes.

"Your doctor.." He starts with a sigh. "Jaemin, sweetie, you've been suppressing your heat somehow with those patches, and since you can no longer wear them..." He tightens his arms around Jaemin when he smells a spike in his scent. "You are presumed to go in heat very soon."

Jaemin stares at Taeyong for a long time, but his eyes look vacant.

"What do you mean...?" He says slowly.

"According to Doctor Kim, you are like the female Omegas, so you will go into heat." Taeyong responds in a soft voice.

"So... What do I do then...?" His eyes finally register Taeyong, but they look terrified.

"I'm not entirely sure sweetie..." He sighs honestly. "We can call your mom to get a better understanding of heats. Manager Chao texted as well, they have you a whole hotel floor on stand-by, so with one call it's all yours as soon as it's needed."

"Hyung... I'm scared..." Jaemin relents.

"I know.. But they'll have the best Beta guards and that level will require a key code to enter."

"Not that Hyung..." Jaemin starts, trailing off and tucking his face in Taeyong's shoulder.

"What is it sweetie..?" Taeyong asks, brushing a strand of hair from the side of Jaemin's face.

Jaemin never responds, going limp in Taeyong's arms again.

Jaehyun and Xiao Jun return with the tea and food, but find Jaemin cuddled in the middle of the bed by Taeyong. They set everything to the side with a frown and join the two.

"I think the flux is ending soon... His scent is starting to get sweeter, we need to go ahead and let Chao know we need to transport Jaemin soon, and stock the room too." Taeyong notifies Jaehyun who nods, sliding his phone from his pocket and sending out the messages.

-

Jaemin wakes up, barely able to register what's going on around him.

It takes him a few minutes, groans slipping through his chapped lips as he tries to focus.

He's hot, incredibly hot. His skin feels like it's being licked by flames. The clothes, no matter how soft, feel like steel wool, or needles, against his skin. He may be sluggish, but his movements are quick and nearly violent with how he takes off every piece, and flinging it as far as possible.

If he could set those on fire, instead of his skin, he'd be happy.

The moment he flops back down, his skin feels like it's being cooled with a cold rag, soothing and refreshing. His arms reach out on each side, fingers gliding over the fabric, taking in the satin silk. It's cold to the touch. It brings a smile to his face.

He decides to finally open his eyes, and surprisingly he's not disappointed at the decision, when he meets a dark ceiling, a little bit of light coming from a dimmed lamp off to the side.

He lifts up to his elbows, taking in his surroundings and everything is unfamiliar. It sends him into a state of panic.

He scrambles off the bed quite quickly, falling to his knees when his hips and ankles resist. He lets out a loud groan, pressing his forehead to the cold hardwood flooring, begging to remember.

Flashes of Taeyong, Jaehyun, and Xiao Jun start playing in his brain. It's foggy and flashes like a strobe light but it does the job.

The longer he sits there with his forehead against the cool flooring, he starts seeing flashes of other things he does not remember at all.

Taking Xiao Jun's hand... He shakes that thought away.

Taeyong hurrying around as Jaehyun scoops him up... He clung to Jaehyun so tightly he made him bleed...

Jisungie...? His face was so worried...

Jeno... He looked so angry....

Jeno... He smelt so good....

God... When had Jeno smelt so good?

Jaemin lifts up, sitting back on his haunches as he looks around the room with wide eyes.

He's in heat. Fuck- He's in heat.

He uses the bed to help himself stand up, carefully and slow. Once he feels he is stable he makes his way to the closed door, opening it and walking out. He pads out, curious eyes taking in the unfamiliar place. There's a single light on ahead, he makes his way to it.

In the kitchen he finds a note and his cell phone.

[[Min, don't think this was our choice to leave you alone. The company is not allowing us in at all, they only allowed Jaehyun in to carry you and then escorted him out. We did not plan for this one bit. Listen, everything you need is there. Food, drinks, the "unnamed"...

We spoke to your mom, she wasn't very happy with the company's decision of leaving you alone, but respected it. She said that you should listen to your body, and it's "needs". Don't feel embarrassed or disgusted, it's natural and you are still Na Jaemin.

I am sorry you have to do this alone, we love you very much. If you need a calming voice, or anything at all, give us a call.]]

Jaemin slinks to the floor, ignoring the cold against his bare skin.

"I'm alone..." He whines.

"The one thing I was terrified for..."

He has no energy to cry, his body is exhausted enough with whatever it is going through right now, and preparing him for.

He pulls himself up using the counter, huffing with exhaustion and trudges back to the room, cell phone in hand.

He's not really sure what is going on with his body, with him in general. He's able to stumble back into the room, not even bothering to shut the door behind him; he's alone, he has no reason for privacy. He falls into the bed, phone bouncing beside him as his skin becomes hyperactive to the silk sheets.

He doesn't understand how he never noticed that he was still undeniably hot. It's like he was stuck under the blistering sun for days, or left in an oven. He stops to wonder if this is how bread feels like when it is being baked, chuckling loudly at the thought. He feels almost delirious with such thinking.

However, the sheets, he doesn't know if this room is specific for heats, or if his skin just really, really likes them.

They kind of remind him of Jeno's...

He groans loudly at the thought, rolling over to suffocate himself in the pillows.

He feels exhausted. He feels aggravated. He feels tingly.

Wait- Tingly..?

He rolls over, closing his eyes and tries to shut off all thoughts in his brain to really focus on his body. He's able to zone in on this tingly feeling, it's at his navel, but at his toes at the same time. For some reason it brings a low whine from him.

He can feel the heat traveling more, slipping behind his neck, into his scalp, down his spine, curling around his hips like fingers almost. The tingling gets stronger, spreading as well. From his navel it travels down, from his toes it travels up.

Like tickles of a feather, the tingles curl over each toe, encasing each ankle and up his legs. It makes his knees shake when it reaches his thighs. Soon enough the two feelings of tingling meet, exactly between his legs.

A place he's been terrified to look at. To touch. To talk about.

"Don't be disgusted." He whispers his mothers' words back to himself.

The tingles localize, and they amp up in intensity, his breath hitching and hand jutting out to clench the sheets.

All of a sudden, a tiny knot form in the lowest part of his stomach, and the place between his legs is leaking. He's wet, he's not sure if he's peeing himself because there's not enough for that to be the case.

Another surge of tingles, heat rolling through his body forcefully has him slapping one hand over his mouth with the obscene noise he makes, but has never heard. His other hand is slapping low on his belly, fingertips close to his pubic area.

He gulps, breath hitching in his throat. He knows what his body wants now, and no matter his state of inexperience, he'll be fine as long as he listens to his body. Right?

His eyes squeeze shut, teeth baring into his bottom lip as he slowly starts to inch his fingers down.

He can feel heat radiating from that spot between his legs, the wetness sticking to his thighs. He's about to touch when his phone rings, snapping his eyes open and his hand away from himself.

He fumbles for his phone, answering it quickly and pulling it to his ear.

"Hel-"

-"Where are you?" Jeno's voice booms from the other side.

"Jeno..." Jaemin whines. Jeno sounds angry and Jaemin, part of him is worried while the other part is hurt. He's remembering the rejection, and for some reason, a deep part of him right now is calling for Jeno; yearning for him. He pushes it aside as much as he can.

-"Na Jaemin, I am not fucking around. Where the hell are you?" He can hear the deep breathing Jeno is using to try to calm himself down.

-"Jaemin, I need you to answer me, or else I might have to tear someone's head off, if not a few others. I'll repeat this only once more; Where are you?" Jeno is growling now.

"You can't come though..." Jaemin says. And he should hate himself for how the neediness laces his tone because he thought he had a better hold on it, but the anger Jeno holds is too much.

-"I don't care! Just fucking tell me!!" He huffs. "I need to be with you..." He murmurs, probably hoping Jaemin wouldn't catch it.

Jaemin crumbles. He hopes he isn't making a mistake. He hopes he isn't being stupid in believing the desperate tone. "Hotel... Not sure where.."

Jaemin can hear quite a bit of shuffling on the other side, but a roll of heat and the lone tear down his cheek has him hanging up.

He's terrified.

If Jeno doesn't love him, like he's loved him... And he allows him in to help, he might not ever be the same afterwards.

But he wants Jeno. He's not sure if that makes him selfish, or a masochist, but he'll take what he can for now.

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M.Chao:

Please allow Jeno up. I'll deal with consequences.
(Sent)

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Jaemin had completely forgotten about the tingling between his legs, the desire rolling through his veins. His body grew to an uncomfortable temperature, so he curled into himself trying to let the chill of the sheets and the AC cool him down.

He's not sure how long he stays like that, chin tucked to his chest, but he suddenly hears a door slam, and heavy steps. Secondly, he starts to smell it; Jeno.

Right now, his scent is the same as when he was passed out; burnt coffee. It's bitter, tart, acidic. It makes his stomach knot. As Jeno gets closer, the scent gets stronger and Jaemin curls tighter into himself. No longer sure if he made the right choice.

The steps stop and a big sigh is heard. Suddenly there's a dip in the bed and Jaemin is being pulled into sturdy arms.

The moment their skin touches, the bitter is gone, and he can smell himself as well for some reason.

"You've been calling out to me..." Jeno whispers into Jaemin's ear, brushing his bangs back. "It's no wonder I was going crazy. I had to get to you."

Jaemin looks up to Jeno, confusion swirling in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Jaemin... I've known since we first met that I was yours." He admits. "It was a feeling at first, but then when you came back, my heartbeat changed tempo." He picks up Jaemin's hand, placing it over his chest. "We beat the same rhythm."

"Then... Then why did you reject me..?" Jaemin asks, eyes welling up.

"You were hiding from me." He shoves his nose into Jaemin's neck, behind his ear. "No matter how you tried to cover it up, I still smelt you. It was confusing at first. I smelt sugar at times, others I smelt fruit, and others I smelt nuts. And I was angry too, because I smelt that disgusting shit you tried to cover it with." Jeno frowned. "I didn't know why you were hiding yourself but I wanted to be with you after you were honest to yourself."

Jaemin wants to cry. His eyes burn and his vision goes blurry, but the tears never fall.

"I'm not normal Jeno..." He whimpers, bottom lip wobbling, clinging onto Jeno.

"Of course not, you're Na Jaemin." He smiles. "Plus, there is no such thing as Normal. We all have different qualities and quirks. Flaws too. It's not was makes us weird, but unique. Uniquely yourself. Out of all the possible souls that could have been born, the miracle that is uniquely you was born. You should embrace who you are, the real you. Only you need your approval and acceptance." Jeno says thoughtfully.

"So do you accept me as I am then...?" Jaemin looks up at him with wide eyes.

Jeno's eyes turn confused, head tilting, little ears flopping with the movement. "I don't get what you mean, I wouldn't care if you were an Alpha or Beta either. You being an Omega is just a bonus."

"No, Jeno.." Jaemin says, refraining from slapping his palm to his forehead.

"I mean.. When I said I wasn't normal." He takes in a deep breath, locking eyes with Jeno's. "I don't have male Omega anatomy. I have female Omega anatomy, that is why I am in here." He says slowly.

Jeno takes a bit to register his words before letting a soft "oh" fall from his lips.

"Did you not question once why I was locked in here? Or matter of fact, did you not even notice I was naked?" Jaemin asks incredulously.

Jaemin watches as Jeno's eyes widen before they drift down taking in all of Jaemin's form. It brings a flush to Jaemin's cheek while also reminding him of that heat in his body. He watches Jeno's eyes slowly come back up his body and when they lock with his, they're darker.

"This is the first time I get to see you like this... And part of me hates to admit it, but all I can think about is tearing you apart....." Jeno growls lowly. Jaemin's face pinks further in embarrassment from the moan that escapes.

"Jeno... Please, please do.." His fingers cling to Jeno's shirt, bunching the fabric in his fist.

"Be careful what you wish for little bunny, this docile dog might just turn into a wolf." He warns with a smirk.

"I don't care, I'd be gladly eaten alive, as long as it's you." Jaemin mumbles, slipping his hand up the back of Jeno's nape and pulling him down. "Kiss me." He orders, their lips brushing while he talks.

Jeno presses their lips together softly. It's gentle but Jaemin keeps pulling at the hair on Jeno's nape, so Jeno presses harder. Soon enough, Jaemin is sprawled out on the bed with Jeno on top of him. Their kiss transformed into something wild and needy. Jeno's hands are warmly cupping Jaemin's face like he's the most precious thing in the world, while his lips are a complete contrast, devouring the puffy lips and tiny moans he's letting out.

Jaemin claws and tugs at Jeno's shirt until Jeno finally pulls it over his head and flings it aside, returning back to kissng Jaemin.

They are not sure how long they kiss like that. They've also started to "accidentally" grind against each other; shying away when they gain friction.

Unexpectedly, Jaemin turns away from the kiss with a painful gasp.

Jeno's warm hands are turning his face back to his, worry in his eyes. "What's wrong baby?"

"Hurts.." Jaemin gasps. "Where baby?" Jeno asks as he tries to sit up.

Jaemin is quick to pull him back down. "Don't leave me." He whines.

"I'm not leaving, I just need to know if I hurt you." Jeno explains.

"N-No, not th-that type of h-hurt. D-down there. H-hurts. N-need you, please J-Jeno." Jaemin stutters out as his body shakes.

Down? Oh-

"Come here baby, I'll take good care of you." Jeno smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to Jaemin's forehead.

Jaemin whines softly but quiets rather quickly when Jeno blankets his body with his own, pushing Jaemin's nose into his neck with one hand on the back of his head. He presses kisses to Jaemin's neck and to the side of his face where he can reach. His hand is slow and careful, introducing itself to Jaemin's shoulder and dropping slowly. He gauges Jaemin's reaction by the way he breathes against his neck.

Jeno continues to trail his hand down, using the back of his hand. Over Jaemin's chest and over perky nipples; he files away the sensitivity for later. Jaemin's tummy sinks in with the big inhale he takes as Jeno's hand trails down his stomach.

As Jeno's hand continues its way down, Jaemin knows he has a slight feeling somewhere in the back of his head of fear. But, he's hurting so much, and his body is tingling so much, that he can't help but to slip his legs open a tiny bit when Jeno's hand turns over, resting his warm palm on the mound of his pubic area.

Jeno can feel the way Jaemin's breath hitches, but at the same time, the way his body reacts to his touch. He can feel such heat from the placement of his hand, and how Jaemin is already shaking. He untucks away from Jaemin's neck, using his other hand to cup his cheek, thumb resting on his jaw.

"Look at me baby." Jeno whispers.

Jaemin can't help but to be lured into opening his eyes, for Jeno's voice was filled with so much love.

"There you go.. Focus on me, don't look away..." Jeno says softly and slow, so that Jaemin can understand.

He presses their foreheads together, leaning down the little bit of space to peck Jaemin's lips before lifting back up. Jaemin whines, eyes glittering with tears, lips puckering into a kissable pout.

"You'll get your kisses baby.. Just right now.. Feel..." He says, whispering off as he trails his fingers down; slow, careful.

Jaemin's lips part in a mewl at the lightest touch. Jeno's Alpha wants to growl and tear Jaemin apart when is finger trails in between Jaemin's legs and are met immediately with sticky warmth.

Jeno is not sure how it is possible, but he was raised appropriately, and his parents educated him on all possibilities for sexual partners and mates. This sticky substance, that he rubs between his fingers, it shouldn't be coming from Jaemin.

He's going to have to be careful.

For both of their sake.

"Jen... Pl-please, t-touch me again.. N-need it..." Jaemin whines, keeping his eyes locked like instructed. Jeno doesn't even know when Jaemin's hands had let go of the sheets to clench onto his shoulders.

Instead of vocally responding, knowing he'd just growl- trying to keep some control of the situation- he trails his fingers lightly back over Jaemin's slick lips.

They are puffy, but- God- there is so much slick. There's a thin version, which is a normal heat response, and then there's this thick slick. He has to take in a few steadying breaths. He can feel his cock throb hard in his pants and boxers, the jeans causing him slight pain.

He's pushing in between Jaemin's lips with one fingertip, sliding up and down in soft motions, not penetrating Jaemin, and bypassing his clit as well. He's the one to break the eye contact. The moans that Jaemin is letting out, it's messing with his head, and with his control. The eye contact was sure to snap him in half as well. He could see the way Jaemin's eyes would blow and then return to normal only to go hazy, and repeat. He couldn't handle that.

"J-eno.." Jaemin breaks out in a moan, when Jeno's finger accidentally flicks over his clit, hips twitching. Jaemin's legs spread open, thighs shaking. "M-more-" He moans out, forearm resting over his eyes.

Jeno goes to pull his finger out to join it with another, when the cry Jaemin lets out is down right delicious, demanding, and desperate. Suddenly, his scent fills the room, drowning Jeno's own scent. It's calling out to him. Wanting him. Wanting Jeno.

He flicks his eyes up to Jaemin, and he has tears falling down his face from under his forearm. His hips are twitching under Jeno's body.

Finally, he's able to pull all the notes of Jaemin's scent together.

The Strongest, Almonds- Honey- 
The Lightest, Cherries- Peaches- Brandy-

Jaemin's scent is Amaretto, calling out to his Coffee.
He's the sweet to his bitter.

Jeno feels a piece of him break, and he's taken over by the severe desire to taste.

Jeno kisses a tear from Jaemin's jaw, whispering apologies in his skin- for what, neither are too sure of right now. He trails kisses down his neck and chest, slightly open-mouthed to suck on the skin and pull high whines from Jaemin, over and over. He flicks his tongue over a nipple, Jaemin's body lurching violently. Jeno's hand comes up quickly to Jamein's side and pins him to the bed without thinking.

Jeno mouths at Jaemin's nipple, tugging lightly on the hard bud; making it puffy and even more sensitive. Jaemin cries out, calling Jeno's name. His hand comes up and tangles in Jeno's hair. His other hand rests on Jeno's shoulder and presses down.

"P-please J-Jeno.." He's gasping. "S-Stop making m-me beg." He presses harder on Jeno's shoulder, tugging at his hair at the same time.

Jeno pulls away from Jaemin's nipple with a moan, startling himself. He has no time to even think of the other nipple as he follows along to Jaemin's begs.

Just like Jaemin's scent, his begging, his moans and cries, they're thick, sugary sweet, clogging his ears. It seeps into his blood stream and stops rational thought. His thoughts and moves bewitched.

Jaemin's stomach concaves again as Jeno presses kisses down his stomach. Jeno lifts his eyes up to look at Jaemin as he swirls his tongue around Jaemin's navel and dips it in. Jaemin was already watching him, mouth slightly parted as his breaths come out rushed in little breaks. His eyes rolling back with a long moan when Jeno dips his tongue in his navel.

Jaemin's fingers are clutched tightly on Jeno's shoulder, nails leaving deep crescent marks. Jeno's hand is pressed firmly in Jaemin's inguinal crease. His hand is big and covers quite a bit of Jaemin, his thumb dipping beside his puffy lips, slicked.

Jeno gets a good look as he spreads Jaemin's legs and then uses his thumb to hook onto one lip and spreading him open.

Jaemin is dripping, little drops forced out with every twitch. He's a perfect fleshy-red, clit swollen and throbbing for attention. He has a, somewhat, small slit, and Jeno's not sure if penetration is safe for Jaemin. With how much the thick slick is accumulating and now the size of his slit, he's even more worried.

Jaemin's nails dig into Jeno's shoulder, fingers tightening around its hold on his hair too as Jaemin tries to growl out Jeno's name. Jaemin's nails bite into his skin, slowly starting to pierce into him. He can't help but to find it all so very sexy; the pain, the absolute desperation.

Jeno's chest rumbles with a bitten back growl as he leans in and presses a kiss to Jaemin's mound. Being this close gives him quite the noseful of that syrupy amaretto, and just like the actual liquor, he's slowly getting drunk off it. He presses a kiss to the very beginning of Jaemin's lips, tongue flicking out to get a taste of the slick sticking to the outside.

Jaemin's breathing stills, and Jeno is growling at the taste. He had half a mind to suck on the puffy lips, one at a time, but his brain white-washed, crackling at the edges at that tiny taste. Unknowingly, his tongue is slipping in between Jaemin's labia, scooping at any and all slick he can.

Jeno is like a starved animal. His tongue doesn't grow tired as he continues, and continues to lick inside of Jaemin. His ears seem stuffed with cotton too because he doesn't catch the screaming of his name or the stuttering of broken moans.

Jaemin is crying with pleasure, fingers knotted in Jeno's hair and his knee bent for his heel to press in between Jeno's shoulder blades.

"Fu-fuck- Fu-Jen-Fuck- Jeno!"

Jeno's lost in his senses, excited by how Jaemin continues to drip directly on to his tongue. The tip of his tongue flicks over a hard nub and he can feel Jaemin jerk violently, thighs closing in around his head. Jeno's brain darken around the edges, thoughts fully on wanting to be squashed by Jaemin's thighs and asphyxiated by his pussy.

A sharp tug to his hair is pulling him away from his addiction, he's looking up at Jaemin, feeling cold air hit his chin and mouth.

"Je-Fuck, Jeno- Dammit, Fuck me. Please, just-" Jaemin is taking a deep breath in. "I- God P-please, I've never wa-wanted it more th-than now. J-just fuck me. I'm b-begging you." His eyes well up, tears flowing over.

"I-I need my A-Alpha."  Jaemin cries, pulling at Jeno.

Jeno knows- God he fucking knows- he should have better resistance. He knows- he fucking knows- that this is Jaemin's first time and he should be handled with care. He hasn't even been prepped for fucks sake.

But God- he's weak. He's weak for Na Jaemin. For the bunny he's loved since trainee days.

And his Alpha- that fucker is strong. And dominant. And hungry.

The Alpha in him heeds no caution in the virginal bunny. No caution in that thick slick.

The moment his Omega called him "my Alpha" it was over for Jeno.

Jaemin had no need to pull at Jeno, because Jeno was quick to pounce on Jaemin, slotting between his legs. Jaemin meets Jeno half-way when they go in for a kiss, teeth clacking together, and then his head is being pressed roughly into the bed with the force of dominance from Jeno's side.

Jaemin gives it over willingly, happily. The kiss is unbridled, growls slipping out the corners of their lips, while their noses take over their forceful breathing.

Jaemin fumbles with Jeno's jeans, plucking at the button and roughly tugging at the zipper. Jeno never breaks away from the kiss, shucking off his pants using his toes and legs. It'd look funny if either were paying attention. Jaemin pulls at Jeno's boxers, sliding them down Jeno's thighs as much as he can until Jeno takes over, using his hand and then starting his funny dance again.

Jaemin gasps loudly in the kiss, Jeno's tongue delving farther into his mouth, when Jeno presses back in between Jaemin's legs.

Jeno is huge. He is thick, and throbbing. He's pressed against Jaemin's stomach, the head and some of the length wet. Jaemin can feel a glob of slick react to the feeling of Jeno's cock on him.

Fuck- he wants Jeno inside of him. He wants to be broken.

He tells Jeno so, resulting in Jaemin being forcefully flipped over.

Jeno presses Jaemin down into the mattress, immobile, his thick cock resting in the cleft of Jaemin's ass. He's pressing bruising kisses along Jaemin's back and shoulder, nipping along the way.

"I've wanted this-" Jeno growls darkly. "For far too long. You hid yourself, and gave part of yourself to me, while I craved all of you." He continues growling, his hips moving unknowingly. His precome making the slide between Jaemin's ass cheeks delightful. "Humping your thigh, like a dog in heat. You ruined my Alpha's esteem."

Jeno grabs Jaemin's chin and turns his head to the side making them face each other. "But look at you now, Bunny, trapped and begging. Alpha is reeling." He forces their lips together, biting at Jaemin's bottom lip while lifting up to his knees and pulling Jaemin up by his hips.

"Al-Alpha, I- Omega is sorry, O-omega has only wanted you, always. I- I am yours Alpha." Jaemin stutters out, cheek pressed against the sheets as he tries to look at Jeno who's rising higher above him.

"Alpha is yours too, Omega. Jeno is Jaemin's, Jaemin is Jeno's." Jeno says in the softest voice he has heard since his Alpha took over.

He's rubbing circles into the dimples on Jaemin's back, fingertips curled over his hips as he ruts his wet cock head in Jaemin's cleft. He's tilting his hips down and his cock slips down as well, head teasing between Jaemin's labia, quickly getting tacky with slick.

Jaemin's hips won't stop moving, even if they are restricted and held by Jeno, he can still feel them twitch in effort. The heat of Jaemin's inviting entrance is calling him in and Jeno is nothing but a fool, for he can't help but to answer. Like a seaman to a siren, he's drawn out to sea to drown, with no fight in him.

He's slicked in Jaemin's essence, and his head switches between catching on Jaemin's puffy clit or his tiny slit.

A boost of amaretto, a glob of thick slick sliding down the length of his dick, and a call of "Alpha!" has him pressing into that tiny hole.

Jaemin's hands are quick to reach above him, clawing into the sheets and pillows. It feels like he's being ripped open, but- fuck- Jeno's big and the more he presses in the better it feels. Jeno isn't fairing much better, Jaemin is unbelievably tight and sweltering inside. He keeps sucking Jeno in, even though a couple of the moans Jaemin releases sound painful. He's slow, and it's a lot. Jeno is long, and he's thick. Jaemin can feel every ridge and vein of Jeno's cock. He can feel the fucking blood pumping through Jeno's cock; that is how fucking sensitive he is.

Once Jeno's hips are pressed firmly against Jaemin's ass, Jaemin's back drops, chest heaving. He could have sworn he heard the silk sheets tear. He tastes blood, having split his bottom lip open from trying to mute himself before letting go and releasing whorish sounds.

"Al- Je- Jeno.. You're p-perfect, so fu-fucking big." Jaemin keens. "F-feel'ike y-you're'n m'throat." He's slurring now.

"I'll move now.." Jeno says in gasped breaths. He can feel Jaemin's walls relax the moment he starts slurring.

Jeno keeps a firm grasp on Jaemin, eyes locked down to where they are connected, and pulls out slowly. Jaemin lets out a drawn moan as he's pulling out. Jeno waits, stilling there for a moment, too fascinated by the thick strands of slick connecting Jaemin and himself, bypassing the tint of pink.

His chest vibrates with a deep growl, feeling a knot settling in the depths of his stomach.

Jeno slowly trails his eyes up Jaemin's body. He takes in the way his hair is strewn out on the mattress, his cheek puffed up from being squished on the sheets, he can only see one of his long ears and it's followed the haphazard way of laying off his head and on the bed. Jaemin's cheeks have dried tear tracks, and new tear tracks. His cheeks and nose a rosy pink, lips swollen and red, blood collected in the left corner.

Jeno trails his eyes back down. He takes in every perfect line, his bone structure, the slightly defined muscles, the dimples his thumbs rest inside of, his tail. Somehow his poof of a tail has clumped up in places from his own slick, and Jeno isn't sure why, but that is just hotter to him.

With his mind distracted, his grip on Jaemin is as well, so when Jaemin thrusts back hastily on Jeno's dick, his eyes go wide. Jaemin yells out the loudest moan he's ever heard. Jeno's sure he felt something pop other than the initial entrance and hymen.

However, whatever thought he had to pull out and check on Jaemin was washed away. Jeno's cock head, wherever it is, is flaming in this new area and being sucked on so much it's making his knees weak.

His mind blanks. His focus is carnal and instinctive.

"Omega...." He growls out. It's dark, demanding, domineering.

Jeno rolls his hips, soaking in the heat of that new area. He's pulling out soon and before Jaemin can whine, he's placing one hand low on Jaemin's belly and driving back in, shifting Jaemin up the bed with the force of his thrust.

Jaemin's voice breaks, he's no longer able to utter Jeno's name or anything at all really. Every forceful fuck Jaemin takes from Jeno, he's struggling to get out a moan. His mouth stays open, little squeals coming out, possibly just from the way Jeno's thrusts are shaking him up and down the bed. He's struggling to breath, he feels like he's choking on Jeno's cock. He also feels like it's going to puncture his stomach and then Jeno will be fucking into his own hand.

Jeno can feel every time he passes that little ring inside of Jaemin. Every time his head squeezes past it, he feels like he's been punched in the sternum, breath stolen. He's gasping when he pulls out, the feat difficult from how hard the suction is there.

Suddenly, Jaemin is insanely tighter, releasing more of that thick slick, and he knows.

He knows.

His Alpha knows.

His cock knows.

He's stuffing his cock as deep as possible, slipping past that ring again. He's covering Jaemin's body with his own and nibbling on his long ear.

"Bunny..... You want kits, huh?" Jeno drawls, voice slipping deep and seductive.

Jaemin starts to wildly nod, panting heavily against the sheets, producing more and more of that thick slick.

Jeno gives a shallow thrust, punching back into that area. "My Omega wants to be bred, fucked full of Alpha's come?"

Jaemin continues to nod wildly, tears slipping down. He hiccups as drool slips from his open mouth.

Jaemin's scent pours out, followed by more thick slick. Jeno's cock head feels like it's melting, but all of that, plus Jaemin wanting him, pulls him over the edge.

At the base of Jeno's cock, he starts to swell, more and more. He shifts on his knees, wrapping his arms around Jaemin's waist to bring him closer, locking them together. At his full knot, he starts spewing inside of Jaemin, filling the cavity he's breached.

"Oh fu--fu-fuckkk..." Jaemin moans out, loudly, vowels extended. He turns his head and presses his face into the sheets to muffle his sounds, but also in hopes to cool his face.

He feels too full, but Jeno is not stopping. He continues to release inside of Jaemin, and Jaemin isn't sure what to do. He's shaking in sensitivity, and he feels like he's going to pee all over himself. His thighs keep shaking, his stomach knotting over and over. He feels like he is convulsing.

He doesn't know what he needs, but he still calls out for Jeno. For his Alpha.

Jeno can tell from the spasms around his cock, and how intensely Jaemin's thighs are shaking, that he's close.

Their heartbeats call out, scents mixing, and Jeno's brain is flooded with one word on repeat.

"Mate. Mate. Mate."

It's not how it's done anymore, but their bodies still crave it at times.

Jeno quickly, and carefully, drops them to their sides, keeping Jaemin pinned to him so he won't get hurt. He brushes away one of his long ears and brushes his fingers along Jaemin's neck. Jaemin shivers at the action, but blanks the next minute when teeth are sinking into his neck.

Jaemin spasms, body tightening before he's squirting around Jeno. With Jeno's knot plugging him up, it has no where to go, so it fills him elsewhere, while Jeno works out the last few spurts of his own release. Jeno can feel Jaemin relax around him way before he feels him lax in his arms; passing out.

Jeno knows they'll be locked like this for at least thirty minutes, maximum two hours. He also knows this isn't over yet, so he tucks his nose into Jaemin's hair and lets exhaustion hit him as well.

Staying up for who-knows-how-long, worried out of your mind. Battling with your Alpha. Fighting with your members. And then this...

Yeah, exhaustion hit Jeno like a damn truck.

-

"Hyung?" Jisung walks up to Jaehyun, figuring he would be easier to talk to.

"Hey Ji, what's up?" He says without looking away from his phone.

"Have you heard anything about Nana...?" He says softly.

Jaehyun sets down his phone at this. "Not yet." He looks up at Jisung seeing a worried look. "Come here, what's wrong?" He pats the seat beside him.

"Hyung, don't get mad..." Jisung starts off.

"YAH! WHO IN THE HELL PUNCHED MARK?!?" Donghyuk comes around the corner yelling, interrupting Jisung's thought process with a wince.

Yeah...... that's what he was going to say. Well- that and Jeno was gone......

He sits on his hands, so he doesn't rub at his ears; a trait he learned from Jaemin.