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“Can you believe this?” Jaemin asks when he finds Jeno at the back of the office, where they keep one of those expensive coffee makers. “The director is, like, a hundred years old. Why doesn’t he stay home instead of making everyone’s life miserable?”
Jeno knows how to use the coffee machine, which surprises Jaemin a little. It’s not one of those intuitive capsule machines, but one of the more complicated ones that requires ground coffee. It even came with a long instruction manual that someone apparently threw away at some point.
“It’s good that he stays active,” Jeno says, while Jaemin watches him place his own mug in the machine (he brings it from home because he’s against using disposable plastic cups). “That probably keeps his mind sharp.”
“Well,” Jaemin begins, a little annoyed that Jeno isn’t cursing their boss along with him and instead is offering a perfectly reasonable explanation, “if I had his money, I’d find a pretty omega and spend the whole day at home enjoying the last years of my life.”
“You talk like he’s about to die,” Jeno says, resting a hand on his hip as the machine starts running, the smell of coffee filling the room. “He’s not that old.”
“He’s definitely over ninety,” Jaemin insists.
“He might very well have more time left than you,” Jeno shoots back when the machine stops. He cups the mug with both hands, probably looking for warmth. “You could leave the office today and get hit by a bus.”
“I’ll look both ways before crossing the street tonight,” Jaemin says, a little sulky.
He leans his hip against the counter and considers grabbing one of the cookies in the glass jar, but they’re probably stale. They pushed lunch back because they needed to focus on a project, but Jaemin stepped away from his desk when he noticed Jeno had also taken a break.
“You’re not going to make me a coffee?” Jaemin asks then, pouting. “You know I don’t know how to use this fancy machine.”
Jeno rolls his eyes, so subtly it would go unnoticed if Jaemin weren’t watching him closely.
“You do. You’re just lazy.”
“Hey, I’m not lazy!” Immediately, Jaemin throws himself at Jeno, rubbing his cheek against his coworker’s shoulder and leaving his alpha scent on the fabric of Jeno’s shirt. “It’s complicated, and I need coffee.”
Jeno pushes Jaemin away with a rough shove, sets his own mug on the counter, and then slides it toward him.
“You can have it,” he says. “But wash it after you use it. I don’t want your germs on my things.”
If Jaemin had any sense of decorum, he would probably refuse the coffee, but he just flashes a shark grin and grabs the mug by the handle.
He takes a deep breath of the aroma, happy and satisfied. He feels like giving Jeno a kiss, like he usually does with his other alpha friends, but he knows it wouldn’t be welcome.
Jeno doesn’t seem to like physical contact as much as Jaemin does.
“Dude,” Jaemin says after a long sip. It burns his tongue, but it’s worth it. “Your omega is going to be, like, insanely lucky. You’re good at everything, seriously.”
Jeno then looks at Jaemin’s face, maybe for the first time that day. He makes a strange expression, something between disbelief and confusion. Jaemin barely remembers what he just said, because he tends to blurt things out without thinking, but he realizes he might have said something wrong.
“What?” Jeno asks.
“What?” Jaemin blinks and takes another sip. It’s bitter and unsweetened, just the way he likes it. “What is it?”
Jeno keeps looking at him with that same sharp, unsettling expression. His brows draw together, almost imperceptibly.
“My omega?” he repeats after a brief hesitation.
Jaemin sets the mug on the counter and—ah, did he say something rude?
“I mean, I don’t want to assume you like omegas…” Jaemin corrects himself. “It’s fine if you like alphas. I’m not homophobic or anything.I always attend the HR sensitivity trainings and I have a cousin—”
Jeno interrupts him.
“Jaemin-ssi, I’m not an alpha.”
Jaemin doesn’t quite catch what Jeno says, so he steps a little closer to hear better.
“…what?”
Jaemin blinks at him, and now it’s his turn to frown.
“I’m an omega,” Jeno explains firmly, then adds, more pointedly, “I thought you knew. I said I was an omega when I introduced myself on my first day.”
“Oh?” Jaemin blinks and steps back a little when he realizes he’s somehow moved into Jeno’s personal space. “I don’t really pay attention during those intro meetings.”
Jaemin knows he shouldn’t stereotype people. He’s an alpha himself who loves pink and cute things. He knows his face is on the slender side, that his features are a little delicate for an alpha. But Jeno is… he’s big and muscular. He always leaves work in workout clothes. He’s broad, all sharp angles. He has an alpha face. A deep voice and that arrogant indifference most alphas have.
Jeno looks like an alpha. Jaemin would never have imagined… Jeno had a…?
Jaemin blinks when he realizes a tense silence has stretched between them. It wasn’t exactly rude to mistake someone’s secondary gender, but Jaemin realizes he’s been acting around Jeno in a way he never would have if he’d known he was an omega.
Had he crossed enough boundaries to justify an HR complaint for sexual harassment?
“Don’t forget to wash my mug,” Jeno says then, his expression not giving much away.
“Yeah, of course,” Jaemin replies automatically, watching him walk away.
Jeno?
An omega?
Since it’s Friday, everyone at the office agrees to grab drinks after work.
Jaemin isn’t particularly excited about spending a few extra hours with his coworkers, but he gives in when Mark says he’ll pay for an expensive drink he’s been wanting to try for months, but never lets himself indulge without a reason.
At the bar, Jaemin stays quiet. He laughs when someone says something funny and contributes little to the conversation, but he keeps drinking slowly. He doesn’t want to get drunk, so he makes it last.
He watches Jeno from a distance, noticing that he isn’t talking much either. But that’s just how Jeno is; he always holds himself back a little, never seeming truly interested in the people around him. He hasn’t been working at the office for long, but long enough for Jaemin to have gotten used to the way he is.
Jaemin used to find it a little cute, that grumpy alpha attitude that kept people at a distance, even though Jeno wasn’t very good at it. Everyone at the office knew he was actually sweet.
Toward the end of the night, when their coworkers start to disperse, Jaemin finds Jeno in the quiet hallway that leads to the bar’s restrooms. He’s on his phone, typing something, and Jaemin tries to slip past him unnoticed after using the restroom and washing his face.
“Hey,” Jeno calls. Jaemin slowly turns toward him. “What’s wrong?”
Jaemin, who feels like a cat caught stealing a pack of Whiskas from a supermarket,, blinks slowly at him.
“Nothing happened,” Jaemin lies. “Why?”
“You’re usually all over me when we go out,” Jeno explains, locking his phone. He slips the device into his pocket and steps a little closer. “What’s the problem with me being an omega? Are you sexist?”
As unexpected as the question is, Jaemin lets out a laugh. He notices the way Jeno’s nose wrinkles at the sound, the slight twitch of his eyebrows.
“I’m not,” he replies, because he doesn’t know what else to say. “You don’t look like an omega, so it just caught me off guard. I wouldn’t have invaded your personal space like that these past few months if I’d known you were an omega.”
“Why not?”
The answer seems obvious to him, but Jeno looks curious, surprised, a little irritated, which is unexpected. All that time, it had felt like Jeno wanted to get rid of him, like he was an annoying cockroach stuck to his expensive shoe.
“Because it’s rude,” Jaemin explains after a moment of silence. “Are you going to report me for harassment?”
The confusion on Jeno’s face seems even greater now.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I’ve touched you… like, a lot,” he explains. “Excessively.”
Jaemin remembers how, sometimes, he slapped Jeno’s ass when they were alone at the office. Back then, it was a joke, just easy camaraderie between coworkers. He remembers how, more than once, he hugged Jeno from behind when he ran into him at the coffee area.
Once, Jaemin held the back of Jeno’s neck when they stayed late fixing a supplier issue and massaged his shoulders because he looked tense and stressed. He used to rub his own scent onto Jeno’s clothes whenever he had the chance.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Jeno’s voice makes Jaemin look at him again. “I know you didn’t do it with any ulterior motives.”
“Even so, it was wrong of me,” Jaemin bows slightly, looking at the floor when he speaks again. “I’m sorry, Jeno. I shouldn’t have… done… any of that.”
When Jaemin straightens up again, Jeno looks tired and irritated.
“It’s fine.” He crosses his arms. “You don’t need to worry about it. I’m stronger than you, so I could’ve easily knocked you down if you’d done something against my will.”
That’s not a lie, Jaemin thinks, but that’s not how any of this actually works. He’s attended enough company seminars to know that victims don’t always manage to react. He thinks about saying something else, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. He probably shouldn’t be giving evidence against himself like that.
“Nothing has to change,” Jeno adds when he notices Jaemin doesn’t say anything. “I would’ve told you earlier if I’d known you didn’t know.”
“It’s just…” Jaemin licks his lips, “you also use scent blockers. Not that it’s a problem, but…”
“The omegas at the office use them, so I thought it was some kind of protocol when I joined.” The noise from the bar grows louder, like someone’s celebrating at one of the tables. “So I started using them too.”
“Right, yeah. That makes sense.”
They fall silent. It’s uncomfortable. Jaemin doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jeno talk this much, let alone lead a conversation. It was always Jaemin who approached him, who hovered, who insisted on teasing and annoying him because it was fun.
Jaemin likes Jeno. He used to think he was a cute alpha, all big and grumpy, but without a real bite.
When he realizes he’s been staring at Jeno for too long, he clears his throat and steps back. The omega’s expression doesn’t reveal much.
“I’m heading out,” Jaemin says. “See you on Monday.”
If Jeno says anything, Jaemin doesn’t hear it. He’s already walking away.
He says goodbye to the others, grabs his coat, and leaves.
On Friday, Jaemin carefully washed Jeno’s coffee mug and left it upside down on the counter, and on Monday it’s still there in the exact same spot.
It’s a One Piece mug, so old and worn that the design has faded, and the paint where Jeno usually drinks has worn off.
Jaemin had thought it was cute when he first saw it, because he likes it when people are able to keep their things for a long time. He doesn’t have many old belongings; at some point in his life he’s broken all the ceramic cups he had from childhood and his teenage years, and he has a worrying tendency to lose things. Jeno is careful with his belongings, and that’s part of who he is. A personality trait, or something along those lines.
When Jaemin sits down in his chair, five minutes before work starts, he focuses on his tasks. As everyone else begins to arrive, Jaemin immediately knows when Jeno gets in because, for the first time, he isn’t wearing scent blockers.
And, oh.
Jeno smells good, of course he does. Jaemin isn’t any different from any other alpha, and he’s always liked the way omegas smell. It’s instinct, right?
Jeno’s scent is… sweet, but soft. It isn’t pungent or overwhelmingly strong. It’s like a breeze, subtle enough to go unnoticed by most people.
Jaemin licks his lower lip and doesn’t comment. No one in the office comments on it, though, because it would be rude to openly talk about someone’s scent like that.
The morning passes, and Jaemin doesn’t contribute much to his coworkers’ small talk. He focuses on answering pending emails, attends a meeting, and talks with two suppliers. He stops by the director’s office to ask a few questions, then sits back down at his desk, but at no point does he look for Jeno.
Last week, before finding out that Jeno was an omega, Jaemin would’ve already sent several messages through the company’s private chat, asking annoying questions and talking unnecessarily about his weekend. Before, Jaemin would’ve already gone over to Jeno’s desk and made him share things about his life. Before, Jaemin would probably have touched Jeno a hundred times before lunch.
Today, Jaemin waits for Jeno to come back from his break before going to get coffee, and he’s very careful never to pick up anything from the printer if Jeno is nearby.
At lunchtime, he’s already out the door before anyone else in the office even stands up.
In the middle of the afternoon, when Jaemin has been back from lunch for hours and is once again buried in work, he catches Jeno’s scent as he approaches before he even sees him.
“Do you have a stapler I can borrow?” Jeno asks when he stops in front of Jaemin’s desk.
Jaemin probably has at least three staplers, because he always thinks he’s lost one, buys another, and then finds the old one.
“No,” he says, swallowing hard. “Sorry, dude.”
Jeno points at the papers on Jaemin’s desk. “Then how did you staple this?”
Jaemin closes his mouth and frowns. Jeno leans in slightly, resting one hand on the desk.
Up close, his scent is even better. It smells fresh and soft. Jeno always looks very clean, with immaculate, neatly pressed clothes. His hair is never out of place. He uses real fabric softener, and once mentioned that he washes his ties by hand.
“I didn’t…” Jaemin starts, but doesn’t know how to finish, because they both know he’s lying.
“Jaemin-ssi,” Jeno says, leaning even closer over him while Jaemin remains seated.
The omega reaches for the desk drawer, but Jaemin immediately stops him.
“Hey, you can’t invade my privacy like that,” Jaemin says, pouting. He pushes the drawer shut so Jeno can’t see what’s inside.
Jeno raises an eyebrow.
“And now you care about that?”
Jaemin freezes, because, of course, Jeno is right. It would be hypocritical of him to demand privacy when just last week, Jaemin had gone through every drawer in Jeno’s desk and laughed when he found a puppy-themed sticky note among the black planners and stacks of white paper.
“I borrowed the stapler from Mark.” Relieved by the convincing answer, Jaemin rolls his chair back to put some distance between himself and Jeno. Then he raises his voice and says, “Mark, can you help Jeno?”
Mark, mercifully, appears almost immediately. There’s a coffee stain on his shirt and dark circles under his eyes, but he nods.
“Sure, what do you need?”
Jaemin lets Jeno sort it out with Mark and quickly moves away.
In the restroom, Jaemin locks himself inside one of the stalls and quickly shoves his pants and underwear down.
His cock, already hard, springs free.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath and starts touching himself, frantic.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Back at his desk, Jaemin reflects that he should have known from the beginning that Jeno was an omega.
Not that Jaemin is homophobic or anything, but he’s never been interested in alphas before. But there was something different about Jeno. Jaemin wanted to be around him, liked touching him, liked leaving his scent on him. Even though Jaemin is an affectionate person, he’s never been this insistent with Mark or Jisung, the cute intern.
It was like all that clingy affection had been meant for Jeno, specifically. Jaemin hadn’t really stopped to think about why he liked him so much before, but now he knows.
Instinctively, the alpha in him knew Jeno was an omega, even if the rational part of his brain hadn’t connected the dots. Jaemin had been attracted to Jeno back then, that’s why he’d been so persistent.
In the end, there was no one to blame but himself.
That night, after showering and eating dinner, he gets a message from Jeno while watching a cringey marriage reality show on Netflix.
Lee Jeno:
are you afraid of omegas?
Jaemin laughs and runs his tongue over his canines. He stares at the message for several seconds. It’s the first time Jeno has texted him first — normally Jaemin is the one who messages him on kakaotalk, and sometimes he doesn’t even get a reply. Of course the omega had noticed something had changed between them and was trying to piece it together.
Is Jaemin afraid of omegas?
He doesn’t know how to answer. It feels like a loaded question, but he doesn’t want to leave him hanging.
me:
are you afraid of alphas?
Lee Jeno:
why would i be?
i’m bigger than most alphas
Oh? That’s true.
Jaemin lets out a quiet laugh and runs a hand over his stomach. He’s already lost interest in the show playing and feels a low hum of excitement under his skin. He thinks about Jeno, big and muscular, and suddenly feels the urge to sink his canines into something soft.
Jaemin locks his phone screen and tries to focus on the TV, but it vibrates again.
Lee Jeno:
are you afraid of omegas who are bigger than you?
It sounds like a provocation, and it probably is. Jaemin turns and lies on his back on the couch, holding the phone above his face. Jeno is keeping the conversation going, which isn’t like him.
me:
i wouldn’t say you’re bigger than i am
Jeno is probably bigger than him, but Jaemin isn’t that far behind. He’s built solid muscle from years at the gym.
The omega’s reply comes almost immediately.
Lee Jeno:
i’m definitely stronger
does that scare you, alpha?
That’s definitely a provocation. Jaemin feels his canines grow more sensitive and runs a hand over his hard cock, just to ease the tension a little. He doesn’t intend to masturbate for the second time that day. He’s not a horny teenager anymore.
And there’s nothing scary about Jeno. If he were a dog, he’d probably be a Samoyed or a Retriever: big, but goofy and gentle. Jeno doesn’t have the bite; he’s all bark, and it’s almost cute.
Deciding to give Jeno what he wants, Jaemin types back:
me:
you don’t scare me
Lee Jeno:
if you keep avoiding me tomorrow
i won’t believe that
Jaemin’s shark grin widens, but he doesn’t reply.
The next day, Jaemin arrives five minutes late because the line at the café next to the office was longer than usual.
Jeno is already sitting at his desk and looks up when he sees him, making a funny expression when Jaemin gently sets a coffee in front of him.
“For you,” Jaemin says, his tone as sweet as honey, and walks away before Jeno can react.
Jeno only responds an hour later, through the office’s private chat, a simple thank you.
Jaemin stares at the message for a few seconds, sends an emoji in response (😜), and doesn’t say anything else.
“Do you want to work out with me tonight?”
Jaemin doesn’t want to work out with Jeno, of course not. He can’t imagine a worse way to spend his time, but if he says no, Jeno will think he’s avoiding him on purpose.
They go to the same gym near the office, but Jaemin prefers to work out in the morning, before work, and Jeno trains at night, after work. They’ve talked about training together a few times, but Jeno never seemed particularly interested in waking up earlier, and Jaemin is always too tired after work.
So Jaemin agrees, a little reluctantly. Jeno goes to the omega locker room and Jaemin to the alpha one, and they both change.
Overall, it’s a good workout. Jaemin hasn’t trained with a partner in years. Jeno pushes him to beat his bench press record, since he’s afraid to take risks when he’s alone, and they don’t talk beyond what’s necessary.
Jeno gives him a few posture tips, and Jaemin shows him a new way to use one of the machines, and it’s surprisingly easygoing.
By the end of the workout, the gym is crowded. They lay their mats side by side in a corner to finish their routine with stretching.
“You’re flexible,” Jeno says, surprised by the alpha’s flexibility.
“Yeah, I was a dancer for a while,” Jaemin replies with a small smile. “And I kept stretching even after I stopped, so…”
When Jeno stretches his arms, his shirt rides up and part of his belly shows. It’s a nice belly, but what really catches Jaemin’s attention is that the waistband of his pants is low enough that a bit of his underwear is showing.
Jeno is wearing black lace panties, with a tiny bow in the front. It’s such a shock that Jaemin immediately moves closer and pulls the omega’s shirt down, afraid someone else might see. His heart starts pounding in his chest while Jeno looks at him like a deer caught in the headlights, with obvious confusion on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Dude,” Jaemin says, still a little stunned. “Your panties were, like… showing.”
“Oh?” Jeno still looks a little off-balance as he stands to put the mat away. “Ah, right. Thanks for—”
“No problem,” Jaemin cuts in before he can finish. “Come on, it’s late.”
In the gym shower, Jaemin is so hard that he comes embarrassingly fast, in silence, because there are other alphas showering nearby.
He thinks about Jeno’s sweaty skin, the lace panties, and what the omega must look like without all those neat, meticulously washed clothes. Jeno always looks so fresh, so clean. Jaemin’s canines ache.
He feels a little more in control when they meet outside, their hair still wet. But not much.
Donghyuck from IT touches Jeno’s shoulder while they’re talking about a computer issue. Apparently, the omega uninstalled one of the printer programs and now can’t print anything.
Jaemin thinks, as he fills out a spreadsheet, that Donghyuck could probably have solved the problem remotely. The IT staff rarely show up in person at the office.
What a waste.
When Donghyuck leaves after fixing the issue, Jeno sighs and leans back in his chair. He looks tired. It’s almost the end of the day.
Jaemin has already finished his tasks for the day, so he gets up and walks over to Jeno’s desk.
“Do you need help with anything?” Jaemin asks when Jeno looks up.
“Vacation?” Jeno suggests, but his expression softens a little as he opens a document on his computer. “I just need to print a few things.”
“I’ll get them for you,” Jaemin offers, and then touches Jeno’s shoulder, in the same place Donghyuck had touched earlier, before walking away.
The next time everyone goes out after work, Jeno sits next to Jaemin. Everyone at the office seems eager to drink tonight, so there’s plenty of soju going around.
Jisung, the intern, ends up in charge of the grill, and Chenle refuses to let anyone’s glass stay empty.
Jaemin doesn’t want to get drunk, so he sticks with a beer and drinks slowly. Jeno refuses any alcohol, saying he quit drinking because of the gym, so the two of them end up being the only sober ones at the table.
“You’re really committed to your body, huh?” Jaemin comments when Jeno opens his second bottle of water that night.
“I try to take care of my health,” Jeno says. “And I also like having nice abs.”
Jaemin nods. Since going to the gym together has become a habit, he’s caught enough glimpses of Jeno’s abs to know he has a six-pack.
“I know I’m not very… omega-like,” Jeno begins when Jaemin stays quiet, “and that’s why so many people mistake me for an alpha. I’m not small or delicate.”
“You’re not,” Jaemin agrees, because he doesn’t know what else to say without revealing too much.
Chenle is telling a story about one of the office clients. He’s a good storyteller, especially when he’s drunk and loses his filter, so almost everyone at the table is laughing along.
Jeno leans a little closer so he can be heard over the noise.
“Why did you stop touching me after you found out?”
The question is so abrupt that Jaemin looks surprised before managing to relax his expression into something more neutral. He looks at Jeno and frowns slightly.
“What do you mean?”
He understands the question, but he needs more time to come up with an answer. Jeno leans a little closer, their thighs touching under the table.
“You used to touch me a lot. Excessively,” he explains quietly. “And now you barely touch me at all.”
There’s a hint of vulnerability in Jeno’s eyes, even though his face doesn’t show much. Jaemin licks his lower lip as he thinks about it.
He could make up an excuse, play the respect card, or pretend not to understand. But Jeno seems honest, and he allowed himself to ask a vulnerable question. Jaemin wants to be honest with him, but he also doesn’t want to expose himself more than necessary.
A pause, and then: “Do you want me to touch you?”
It’s not the question Jeno was expecting, because Jaemin isn’t really answering anything. They stare at each other for a few charged seconds, their thighs still touching under the table. Jeno smells like himself now, the scent stronger after a full day at work, and it’s almost too easy to tell how he’s feeling now that he’s not using blockers anymore.
Jeno is so naïve; something about his sincerity makes Jaemin hungry.
“Do you need, like, verbal consent?”
Jaemin smiles a little. He runs his fingers along the beer bottle and looks away for a few seconds. He chooses his words carefully, because so far they’ve just been tossing the answer back and forth.
“Consent is sexy,” Jaemin says.
Jaemin sees Jeno nod from the corner of his eye and looks back at Chenle, who is accusing Mark of always pushing the worst tasks onto the interns.
Jeno brushes his shoulder against Jaemin’s.
“It’s okay if you want to touch me,” he murmurs, so quietly it’s almost a whisper. “I don’t mind.”
Jaemin places a hand on Jeno’s thigh, something he’s been wanting to do all night. He feels the omega’s muscles tense instinctively, then relaxes.
It’s not an inappropriate touch. His fingers are close to the knee, far from anywhere intimate, and even so, it’s the most intimate contact Jaemin has allowed himself in weeks.
He keeps his hand there for the rest of the night, and Jeno’s scent seems even better after that.
It keeps happening.
Jaemin doesn’t go back to touching Jeno the way he used to, because before it had been casual, without real intention. Now they’re both hyper-aware, so it’s only a longer touch on the shoulder, a firmer grip when they help each other during workouts, but nothing that crosses any real boundary.
So as things settle into that new normal, when Jeno is late for lunch, Jaemin stays at the office to wait for him. He got stuck in an online meeting and everyone else has already left.
“You should’ve lied and said your connection dropped when your lunch break started,” Jaemin jokes when Jeno finally disconnects from the video call. “I’ve done that a few times.”
“It’s an important client. If I close this deal, I’ll get a good commission next month.”
Jeno stands and rummages through his bag for the container where he keeps his protein powder, because he always likes to take it after lunch. Jaemin notices a pretty shopping bag on top of the desk and walks over to peek inside.
It’s lingerie.
“Hey!” Jeno protests, immediately grabbing the bag before Jaemin can reach in for a better look. “Do you have no respect for other people’s privacy?”
“Why would you bring that to the office?” Jaemin asks instead of answering.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I bought it before coming to the office.”
Jeno stuffs the bag into his backpack and shoves everything under the desk. Jaemin notices that he’s blushing.
“Why?”
“What?” Jeno grips the container of protein powder tightly.
“Why’d you buy new panties?”
The blush deepens. Jaemin crosses his arms, remembering they’re completely alone in the office. It’s not like they could do anything inappropriate, the entire floor is covered with security cameras. But the idea of being alone with the omega has its own kind of appeal.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he shoots back, defensively. “They’re underwear. I wear them every day.”
“Okay, but… those?” Jaemin tilts his head toward where Jeno hid the bag. “They look like the kind of panties you wear for someone.”
Jeno opens his mouth in shock and stares at Jaemin as if seeing him for the first time.
“For someone who was worried about a sexual harassment complaint, you’re being pretty inappropriate in the workplace,” Jeno replies. “Maybe you haven’t attended enough seminars.”
“Technically we’re not working right now,” Jaemin points out with a smile, but he moves toward the door, dropping the subject before Jeno can say anything else. “I brought my mom’s jjampong for lunch and I’m sharing it with you, so come on.”
Jeno looks reluctant, but he follows.
When they step into the elevator, Jaemin wraps an arm around Jeno’s shoulders and pulls him a little closer.
Jeno lets him.
At home, after his workout, Jaemin showers, eats kimchi with rice, and then goes to bed. He turns on the TV for the background noise and opens Jeno’s chat on kakaotalk.
me:
show me
Jeno reads the message almost immediately. He doesn’t ask what Jaemin means, doesn’t block him, doesn’t tell him to fuck off.
The minutes drag by. Jaemin scrolls through the Netflix catalog, uninterested, and rests the phone on his stomach. He almost jumps when the phone vibrates with a new message.
Ah, oh.
It’s a photo, of course it is, and Jeno looks better than ever. He’s standing in front of a mirror, wearing nothing but red panties. The front is lace, delicate and soft-looking.
Jeno is definitely an omega.
It’s not a pornographic photo. It’s soft, low-lit, the kind of picture that fits Jeno’s style. Just a tease. He still has his post-workout pump; his muscles aren’t quite that full in real life — it’s all smooth skin, firm lines, and gorgeous thighs.
me:
such a good boy… you knew exactly what I wanted.
Jeno reads the message but doesn’t reply.
That’s probably for the best, Jaemin thinks, because at the moment his hands are far too busy for any kind of actual conversation.
The following Friday, Mark is particularly clingy with Jaemin during happy hour.
They stay together at the bar, drinking overpriced cocktails, and Mark keeps Jaemin away from the table where the others are because he fought with Chenle and doesn’t want to be near him — he knows he’ll end up laughing at his jokes and doesn’t want to give in.
“You should get a boyfriend,” Jaemin suggests when Mark rubs his face against his chest. “You’re being all needy and weird.”
“I wish,” Mark admits, grumpy. “But every Tinder date I’ve had was honestly terrible. Like, terrible in all caps.”
“Why don’t you look for someone in real life? You’re in a bar, dude.”
Mark looks at Jaemin like he’s crazy, but then glances around as if realizing for the first time that he is, in fact, in a place full of people and that it might be possible to meet someone the old-fashioned way.
Jaemin snorts softly and looks around for Jeno.
Jeno is sitting between Renjun from Finance and Donghyuck from IT.
Donghyuck has one arm draped over the back of Jeno’s chair, a little too close to him. They’re talking, but Jeno doesn’t seem particularly interested. When Donghyuck says something, he touches Jeno’s thigh to get his attention. He even gives it three light taps.
When Mark walks away, Chenle approaches. He’s one of the omegas who wears scent blockers at the office, but it’s late and his real scent is already heavy and strong. He’s a little drunk when he sits on the stool next to Jaemin.
Jeno looks over his shoulder and meets Jaemin’s gaze directly. The alpha stays seated on the barstool, but Donghyuck quickly demands Jeno’s attention again.
“Should I kiss some alpha tonight to teach Mark a lesson?” Chenle asks softly after ordering a beer.
“As long as it’s not me, you can kiss whoever you want.”
Chenle laughs and tosses a used napkin at his chest.
“You’d love to kiss me.”
Jaemin doesn’t deny it as he takes another sip of beer. In another situation, he might have kissed Chenle. He likes him, thinks he’s funny. But it’s too much work, he’d probably be a brat in bed, and Mark would be upset.
At least Donghyuck knows what he wants and is going after it, Jaemin has to admit, even if he won’t succeed. Mark could use a little more of that determination if he’s really that interested in Chenle.
Jeno is way too into Jaemin to give Donghyuck what he wants. It’s almost cute watching another alpha try his luck. It’s exciting to know Jeno would turn down anyone in that bar who isn’t Jaemin.
“You should go back to the others,” Chenle says when he grabs his drink and walks away, returning to the table.
Mark is nowhere in sight, so Jaemin finishes his beer and watches Jeno head toward the restrooms. He waits a few minutes before going after him.
“Hey, puppy,” he calls down the hallway when Jeno comes out.
Jeno doesn’t react to the nickname as he walks toward him. Jaemin notices his tie is gone and the top buttons of his shirt are undone. Up close, his scent is much stronger than it was earlier.
“I could’ve found my way back on my own, it’s not that far,” Jeno says, but he doesn’t comment when Jaemin places a hand on his lower back, low enough that his fingertips brush the curve of his ass.
The table is loud. Chenle has started a fight with Jisung and is pretending to choke him while Renjun talks excitedly with the other intern, Riku. Everyone is pleasantly drunk and happy, and Jaemin takes advantage of Donghyuck being at the bar ordering drinks to sit in his previous seat next to Jeno.
“Let’s get drunk next time,” Jeno suggests when he realizes they’re the only sober ones at the table.
Jaemin has never been drunk. He hates the feeling of being out of control. He hasn’t had a rut in years because he takes suppressants — fortunately the pharmaceutical industry has advanced enough that suppressing ruts is safe and doesn’t harm his health.
Still, he nods and places a hand on Jeno’s thigh.
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
The night passes quickly, and soon almost everyone has left. Only Jaemin and Jeno remain at the table, while Mark and Chenle are arguing heatedly on the other side of the bar. Jaemin can’t hear what they’re saying, but Mark’s face is so red he looks like steam might come out of his ears at any moment.
Jaemin squeezes Jeno’s thigh, feeling the firm muscle under his palm.
“Come work out with me tomorrow morning,” Jeno invites, not looking him in the eye. He makes it sound casual, but there’s obvious tension in his shoulders. “We can meet at the gym.”
“It’s Saturday,” Jaemin says. “Don’t you sleep in on weekends?”
Of course he doesn’t. Jeno is the type who wakes up early, eats on schedule, sleeps eight hours a night.
“It’s a waste of time to spend a day off sleeping,” he replies. “I like working out early on weekends.”
“Mhm…” Jaemin slides his hand higher up his thigh and squeezes that softer spot near his groin where the muscle gives a little. “Maybe I need some motivation.”
Jeno turns and kisses him.
They’re in public, but nothing seems to matter when the tension between them feels explosive. It’s slow and wet at first, but the omega slips his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth and his stomach burns with excitement.
They only pull apart when a loud noise erupts somewhere in the bar from a nearby table. Jeno’s eyes are dark, his breathing heavy. He looks so turned on. Jaemin is sure he got wet just from the kiss, and the thought is intoxicating.
“We should leave,” Jaemin suggests.
Jeno just nods.
Outside, Jaemin takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the Uber app.
At some point while they were inside the bar, it had started raining. They take shelter under the awning of the café next door.
“See you at the gym tomorrow?” Jeno asks.
Jaemin thinks it’s cute that he sounds unsure. The tips of his ears flushed during the kiss and stayed red ever since.
“You’re not going home, puppy.”
Jeno looks up at him. He’s so big standing in front of Jaemin that he shields him from the rain blowing in.
“I’m not?”
“Of course not,” Jaemin says. Not a request, not an order, just a statement. “I’m taking you to my place.”
“Oh?” Jeno swallows. He looks good when he’s dressed neatly, but there’s a certain sensuality to him now, with his shirt wrinkled and the buttons undone. “Are you going to be able to sleep with a scary omega in your bed?”
Jaemin laughs and leans in to kiss him, still smiling. He feels their teeth bump together and doesn’t care, holding him by the back of the neck, fingers tangled in his hair.
“If you don’t behave like a good boy, I’ll lock you in my closet and shut the door, just like I used to do with scary toys when I was a kid.”
Jeno’s eyes are heavy with excitement. His breathing turns uneven and he presses his mouth against Jaemin’s cheek.
When he speaks again, his voice comes out slow and soft, clingy and light, almost like a purr.
“How can I be a good boy for you?”
Jeno already is a good boy. He’s so warm and soft, so gentle. He would do anything to please, and Jaemin can see that. He’s so big, but he wants someone who can make him small.
“When we get to my place, you’re going to take off all those clothes and stay in just your panties, because I know you’re probably wearing something pretty for me,” Jaemin whispers each word against Jeno’s ear, feeling him tremble in his arms. “Then you’re going to get on your hands and knees on my living room couch and let me eat that pretty pussy of yours.”
Jeno lets out a quiet moan and kisses Jaemin immediately, his tongue sliding into his mouth. He seems lost in the moment, pressing their hips together.
Jaemin pulls him back. “We’re in public, baby.”
Jeno looks dazed for a moment, eyes dark and face flushed, but then he blinks and steps back enough to hand Jaemin his phone so he can call the Uber.
Jeno’s panties are pink, which makes Jaemin smile.
“Did you get ready for me, puppy?” he asks when Jeno is already out of his day clothes, wearing only the pink underwear. “You know that’s my favorite color.”
Jeno blushes, standing in the middle of Jaemin’s living room for a few seconds like he’s a little lost. It’s so cute. He’s such a good boy.
“On the couch, baby, remember?”
Jeno doesn’t say anything, but he seems grateful for the direction. He kneels on the couch, his chest resting against the back as he lifts his hips. It’s a great view, enough to make Jaemin sigh audibly as he approaches. He runs a hand over the soft curve of his ass and gives it a light slap, just because he can.
“Donghyuck wanted to fuck you tonight,” Jaemin says, bringing it up out of nowhere while sliding his hand over the lace at the back of the panties.
“I know,” Jeno replies quietly.
“Too bad he never even had a fair chance…”
It’s not really a shame. Jaemin feels a certain pride every time Donghyuck gets close, because there’s something satisfying about knowing he’s chasing something that already belongs to Jaemin. Jeno is loyal like a dog; he barely looks at other alphas.
Jaemin presses a kiss against Jeno’s back. He flexes his muscles, maybe without realizing it, which makes him look even bigger. His body is well-built. It’s obvious he works hard at the gym. It’s insane how big he is. Jaemin feels the warmth and softness of his skin and lets his hands slide down to his waist.
If it weren’t for Jeno’s beautiful pussy, partially exposed through the thin lace, Jaemin might have trouble remembering he’s with an omega.
Heat spreads through Jaemin’s body as Jeno’s scent thickens in the air. When he kneels on the floor behind him, the scent is even stronger.
“I’ve spent so long wanting to bury my face in that pretty pussy of yours,” Jaemin says, his voice rough with desire.
He grips the waistband of the panties and pulls them aside.
Fuck. He really does have a beautiful pussy.
“Jaemin…” he hears Jeno call, but doesn’t pay attention. He leans closer, pressing his face between the folds from behind, his tongue seeking the taste of him. “Alpha—!”
Jaemin drags his tongue over Jeno’s swollen clit and the omega drops forward, lifting his hips higher and giving him better access. Jaemin can barely breathe as he moves his mouth along the full length of his wet pussy, and he feels like he could die happy right then.
Jeno is the type to get very wet. He’s always so clean, but the scent is incredible. Jaemin feels filthy for liking it so much.
He grips his ass with both hands and spreads him open for better access. His head starts to spin from the lack of oxygen, and Jaemin pulls back just enough to breathe.
Jaemin laughs when Jeno rocks his hips in the air, like he’s looking for something to grind against. That only makes the hunger grow, and the alpha pushes two fingers deep into his needy pussy.
“You’re so needy,” Jaemin says as if it’s a complaint, his voice almost sounding bored, and Jeno looks back over his shoulder with an expression Jaemin has never seen before. He looks completely wrecked. “I wish I could fuck you raw.”
Jeno tightens around Jaemin’s fingers, a broken sound leaving his throat.
“I don’t… I’ve never…”
“I know, baby. You’re so proper… Of course you’ve never let an alpha come inside you.”
Jaemin stands and quickly shoves his pants and underwear down. His cock, hard and aching, springs free, slapping lightly against his stomach.
Jeno glances back over his shoulder, and something in his expression softens.
“I don’t know why, but I thought you’d have a big dick.”
He’s comfortable enough in his own skin to find it funny. Jaemin’s dick isn’t exactly small, but he hasn’t been particularly blessed in that department, and it’s never really been an issue for him.
“Aw, baby, I’m not good enough for you?” Jaemin grips his cock at the base and taps it against Jeno’s pussy, then uses the position to rub the head against his hole, which looks tight and inviting. Jaemin knows instinctively that Jeno has never done anal. “But you’re so tight, I won’t hurt you.”
“Is that why you’re afraid of omegas?” Jeno teases when Jaemin pulls back just enough to grab the condom he’d tucked into his wallet that morning. He’d come prepared. “Afraid some nasty omega might laugh at how small you are?”
“You’ll need more than that to scare me, puppy.” After rolling the condom on, Jaemin drags his cock slowly along the length of Jeno’s wet pussy again. He watches the way Jeno’s thigh trembles and licks his lips, trying to hold back a smile. “You’re cute, like a teddy bear.”
“I—” Whatever Jeno was about to say dissolves into a moan as Jaemin pushes inside all at once, a single deep thrust. “Fuck—”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Jaemin praises, grabbing his waist and rolling his hips slowly, feeling him tighten around him. “So warm.”
“Jaemin—”
“You don’t have sex often.” It’s not a question. Jaemin just knows, and the idea of someone as attractive as Jeno turning down multiple advances excites him. Knowing there are other alphas who want what he has makes his blood run hotter. “When was the last time someone fucked you?”
“Are you serious?”
“Come on, puppy, tell me,” Jaemin insists, his cock still inside him, unmoving.
“In college,” Jeno answers with difficulty, closing his eyes and burying his face in the cushions. “I dated a guy for a few months.”
“Damn.” Jaemin starts moving his hips. He immediately sets a hard pace, fast enough that their bodies collide audibly, a wet, obscene sound in the quiet living room. “I’m going to take care of you now, baby.”
Jaemin presses his chest against Jeno’s back and kisses the omega’s neck roughly. “I’m going to eat your pussy and make you come on my face all night.”
Jeno whimpers when Jaemin presses his clit, tightening around his cock. It feels insanely good. He isn’t performative in bed, and Jaemin loves how all his reactions are genuine. He moves like he wants to, pushing his hips back as if trying to take him deeper.
Relentlessly, Jaemin increases the pace, thrusting in brutal strokes that make the couch creak beneath them. He pushes all the way in, his knot beginning to swell, pressing against Jeno’s entrance, stretching him even more. He doesn’t intend to knot him — he’s not the type to knot someone he isn’t dating — but he likes how Jeno responds to it. The way he aches for it.
One of Jaemin’s hands moves up to squeeze Jeno’s chest, pinching a hardened nipple, while the other keeps working his clit, alternating between rubbing and light taps that make Jeno tremble and tense all over.
“Alpha, I’m close—”
Fuck, there’s nothing more beautiful than an omega coming. Jaemin feels so satisfied that his scent spikes uncontrollably, as he keeps the same rhythm Jeno seems to need.
The pleasure builds like a rising wave, and Jeno grips the couch tightly. He doesn’t make a sound when he comes, but his whole body trembles uncontrollably, his pussy tightening around Jaemin’s cock.
With his canines aching, Jaemin bites the back of Jeno’s shoulder and pulls out.
“Squeeze my knot,” he asks when Jeno falls back onto the couch, lying on his back.
Jeno wraps a hand tightly around Jaemin’s knot, and that’s all it takes for him to come, filling the condom, his body going tense for several long seconds before slowly relaxing.
“Do you always knot when you have sex?” Jeno sounds surprised, but satisfied. He has that dazed expression of someone who’s been thoroughly fucked. It suits him.
“No, baby. You’re special.”
Jeno doesn’t believe Jaemin, and Jaemin doesn’t want him to. It’s a little uncomfortable to form a knot and leave it exposed like that, when it’s meant to stay inside the warmth of an omega. He feels the instinctive urge to cover himself, but he doesn’t want to leave Jeno right after sex.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jeno whispers.
Two months later, Jaemin watches Donghyuck from IT come up to their floor again to fix yet another issue with Jeno’s computer.
Jaemin lets out a quiet laugh at his desk, spinning a pen between his fingers, his eyes bright as he watches the whole interaction. It’s cute, almost a little pathetic, that he still hasn’t given up.
It excites Jaemin enough that he pulls Jeno into the omega restroom at lunch and eats him out until his tongue goes numb.
“Is this, like, a fetish for you or something?” Jeno asks when they return to the office, which is still empty. “It’s weird.”
“You’re just really hot,” Jaemin doesn’t bother to explain. “It turns me on knowing other people want you.”
Jeno makes a strange expression, something between disbelief and confusion, but he looks far too satisfied to complain.
It’s cute how much he’s into Jaemin.