[M] Creamy Sodium-Chloride (1/1)

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At the door the bouncer doesn't ask for Kris' ID like he does with everyone else, just stands straight and bows his head in respect and knows a little something more than what the other people waiting outside--within the red velvet rope queue complaining--do.Dressed suave and with his hair styled up and golden, he saunters into the building with his hands in his pockets and a lackluster sense of enthusiasm evident in his dull gaze held on the blond omega host that approaches him, with a nervous smile and a menu of drinks tight in his delicate arms."Hello." The small omega host greets. "C-Care f-for anything to drink Mr. Wu? T-The usual maybe?"The music is a dull haze in his uninvolved demeanor, just something peripheral as he hardly begins to care, boredly reaching forward and touching the long tips of the omega host's bleach-blond locks. "You've done something different," Kris says it casually, perhaps maybe thoughtfully. "with your hair. It's not the same color as before.""Y-Yes." Minki giggles, running a timid hand through his own hair maybe more out of nervousness than actual emphasis. "I-It was brown last time y-you stopped by.""Oh." Kris' hands are now in his pockets. "I see."He is still in a calm. And Minki is so submissive to him instantly like all omegas are--so sheepish in manners and easy to do whatever with or to--he's powerful. Dominating without even trying--so it achieves him everything. It's not such a terrible life, if Kris is honest.Together they stare at each other for what feels like too many moments, in a slithering sort of silence that manifests itself even in the haze of smoke and music, tinge of neon lights reflecting off of liquor glasses and shiny furniture. In the dim of light, Kris is casual. To Minki, it's intimidating."U-Umm," The blond omega tilts his head to the side, "w-would you like for me to show you the new recruits?" He asks. "We've got the new omegas all ready for you, Mr. Wu."It's an honest attempt, but Kris smiles a soft smile that Minki gulps at anyway. "Yes please." Kris' tone is low and deep but still audible through the strong bass of the synth music. "Bring them out."And in a separate room away from the main lounge is where Kris eventually evaluates all of the new flesh and petite beauty before him in a side-by-side line. There are a total of six new omegas adorned in skimpy excuses for clothing, courtesy of the U-phoric dress-code in this seedy part of town, not that he particularly minds, but he does register the slight tint of indignity in some of them as he goes down the line and judges their appearances. A few of them even shy away from his inspecting touches.Scrutinizing each omega individually he turns their heads by their jaw, lifts their flowy shirts to check the appeal of their flat stomachs, and even walks around back just to examine their plush asses in those tiny little shorts. He makes sure to take generous handfuls with a soft squeeze just to test their worth."Not bad." He says, after he'd gone down the whole line before landing on the last omega, stopping in his tracks, looking in a little closer in the dim red light. "You." He addresses, eyebrow arched, looking down at the smallest omega of the bunch, intrigued. "What's your name?"This is when Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and isn't very impressed. "Look," At first his voice is soft, considerate of the lower volume of audible music here. "If you think that just because you're the owner's son--you can just touch and feel without paying first, you're wrong."Minki gasps from behind Kris with his hands over his mouth, o-oh my god Kyungsoo, you're gonna get yourself fired--and on your first day!Kris is staring down at the small omega before himself with - for the first time in his whole time of being here; coming in, visit after visit every month or two to check up on this little side-business they've got going - the slightest of smirks. A quirk of the lips. His first sign of amusement in this faux little heaven on earth where angels are sluts that get paid minimum wage.Kris wordlessly pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet hidden in the inside pocket of his blazer jacket, before slipping it into the small omega's hand that he takes with his larger one, perhaps admiring the soft feel."How about now?" He says, tall and golden and full of smirks.The smaller just stares down at his own palm full of his very first tip ever, thinking a distracted multitude of things probably, before ultimately shrugging his shoulders in his sweater that slips down on the left side. Well shit. "Alright." Kyungsoo says. "That's better. You were saying?""Your name." Kris' tone is pointed but not threatening."Ahh, yes." With an outstretched hand where they meet once again, more formally this time, they shake hands. "It's Kyungsoo." So small and bold and beautiful in all of this grime, he's enthralling by surprise. "Pleasure doing business with you." He beams up at the taller. And neither of them could have guessed that the oncoming weeks full of banter - where they butt heads in opinions and argue about absolutely nothing in particular while in private rooms where essentially Kyungsoo should either be giving Kris head or a lap dance - would lead to eventually the alpha proclaiming that he would like to court the omega--officially, outside of this place."You mean, like... a date?"It's a bit of a blind-side at first--and yet it's not."I want you to be mine." Kris says so surely, unabashed, confident.All of the arguing--mostly brought on and inflicted by the smaller--had been so mutually flirtatious it's not even surprising. It feels like they've already been dating this whole time. The mean comments exchanged between one another during times spent laying about the lounge beds in the backrooms, were merely just teases that suggested something brewing underneath; little tinges of attraction making itself known. The confession--it's nothing new."Ugh." Kyungsoo feigns annoyance with a groan even though he's smiling. "Alright. Fine. I guess that wouldn't be so terrible."Kris simply just smiles the widest he thinks he's ever done so, and takes the smaller's hand and promises to take him somewhere nice.A year from now they'll still be together.It's not so terrible.

Something expectant is an evident notion that Kyungsoo picks up on, pressed up against his front door in the winter chill with Jongin inserting his tongue into the former's mouth, hands on his hips, arms fortifying, bodies flush together in the night.Jongin is after something. Kyungsoo isn't an idiot and can sense it coming a mile away.It's a hint in the moments--like when they break away for air, white huffs of breath a mutual acquaintance between them now as the small omega looks up at the tall alpha looking down at him. "Thanks for walking me home..." Kyungsoo says softly, before Jongin doesn't have to say anything at all--to hint that he's waiting for something more.Each other's names have already been exchanged between here and across town, so there's not much else in need of being sought out except for--His large, warm hands that even radiate heat through the smaller's thick winter clothing are still focal points of possession on Kyungsoo's hips. Fingers lock tighter, pull just a little bit closer. Hints in the air.Lingering intimacy on the front porch of a rundown house commences as just thoughts and breaths in the chilly night.Jongin's looking for something more, searching for what just might be granted to him if he looks more intensely into the other's eyes. Like most alphas he's a natural hunter. Jongin attempts to remain stoic in the omega's gaze. He's playing him.But Kyungsoo can be an unwavering bitch who just won't give in if he feels like it, "You're not spending the night." he says seriously--because he already knows what he's being hunted for--rolling his eyes up at the alpha that's still holding him tight. There's splinters in the wood floorboards, snow gathered on the railings of the steps, the doorbell doesn't work--hasn't for as long as Kyungsoo can remember. Nothing here is cherished. This makes Kyungsoo stubborn. He considers it an art-form in this world that specializes in hard truths and unrelenting misfortunes.And Kyungsoo also considers slapping Jongin across the face the moment the latter does that annoying thing that alphas sometimes do that Kyungsoo hates; he fucking whines and--for as much that is even possible in alpha nature--pleads with furrowing brows, "Oh c'monnn." Jongin moves in closer as if it's a tactic that Kyungsoo isn't familiar with. "Don't I at least get some sort of reward for takin' you home or somethin'--all the way across town, might I add."He may be severely small in contrast to Jongin's looming size, but Kyungsoo pushes him away in mock disgust anyway. "Fuck you." He digs out his house-key and shoves it into the lock. "You could at least have the fucking decency to pretend like you were just trying to do something nice for me, without expecting something in return, asshole.""Hey," Jongin steps forward, his long range making it easy for him to reach past the smaller and grab onto the door-handle to halt him from opening it. "I did bring you home safely though, didn't I?"Kyungsoo turns back around. "Yeah, only because you wanted to fuck me apparently.""Okay, well," Jongin runs a quick hand through his hair. "Is it so wrong that--yeah, maybe--I just might want to?"He may be sexy in his stature and bad-boy battered state, with his hair unruly and black eye on one side of his face, cut lip the pretty little ribbon to top it all off; the ideal way Kyungsoo likes his dominant alpha flings. But it doesn't change the way Kyungsoo feels in this moment. "You're a pig." He says, deadpan, making a move to turn back around and pry the perpetually jammed door open."Alright, look" Jongin calls, reaching out and stopping Kyungsoo in his tracks again. "I'm sorry--I'm sorry. Just," He gently turns the omega back around, who's rolling his eyes at him in annoyance. "hear me out, okay?"Kyungsoo crosses his arms. "For what?""I'm a dick." Jongin says outright."Okay," To which Kyungsoo--as far as he can tell--visibly agrees. "you have my attention.""It's true that I do wanna fuck you. But--hey hey hey, now hold up, just hear me out," Jongin cuts in when he notices Kyungsoo suddenly reach for the door. "believe me when I say that, truthfully - as an alpha that never wants to see an omega in any sorta distress n' what-not - I did wanna make sure that you got home safely. A'ight?"In the cold Kyungsoo shivers, hugging himself insecure under the taller's heavy gaze that he does not meet with his own. Maybe debatably he's won over. Perhaps possibly he's already given in. But stubborn is a way of life. Artists work for themselves.He doesn't say anything, so Jongin says to him instead. "I do wanna fuck you." There's a pause, a thought, a moment to let it sink in and set-up to his main point. "But i wasn't by any means expecting to." Another long moment establishes itself there, silent between them. Jongin is tender when he extends a hand to tug bashfully at the omega's coat. "I didn't assume you were some slut. I don't think you're easy or nothin'."Kyungsoo's resolve cracks at the most inopportune of times. He groans--sighs--rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms."I really am though." He admits, not ready to meet the taller's gaze still.So the game that they play continues to favor Jongin and Kyungsoo knows that he's losing, but the charm of dastardly alphas like Jongin are always what do him in, so it's standard. An easy loss. Just a tiny blow to the ego in the grand scheme of things. He likes alphas with this sort of power over him, anyway."C'mon." Kyungsoo gestures his head toward the door. "It's late."He couldn't really imagine Jongin wandering about in the snowfall this late in the night. And he realizes he doesn't want to.Walking in the snow, crunches of frozen raindrops beneath his feet in freezing temperatures, hood over his unruly hair and hands stuffed in his pockets as he makes his way all the way back across town on his own--it's not a good look. Kyungsoo thinks he looks better in his bed instead."But no funny business, you hear me?" He warns, dead serious. Like a bunny rabbit holding a knife to a wolf's throat.They're already in the omega's bed in the dark, Jongin with his hands raised in mock surrender and shirt and pants discarded on the floor, only his boxer-shorts remaining. "Hey, no worries. No funny business. I gotchu." With what he musters up to be his most innocent gesture he can manage, Jongin lays back and pats his chest, making a spot for the omega.It takes a moment for Kyungsoo to be convinced, but eventually he allows himself to lower down onto his mattress, where he ultimately ends up laying his head in the crook of Jongin's neck, hand resting on the latter's toned chest. They sleep together--but just sleep together.Jongin's skin is hot, but Kyungsoo's long since gotten used to burning in the flames.For the most part, the alpha keeps his hands--mostly--to himself. And in turn, Kyungsoo allows himself to drift off, to the rhythm of Jongin's steady breaths."I fucking hate you by the way." The omega mumbles in the dark.

Dainty disasters have always been a defect in Sehun's self-proclaimed unwavering sense of refined masculinity; he's weak in the presence of beautiful nuisances, perpetually swayed by what is trouble-in-the-making but so--so easy on the eyes.The omega he wants is always the one he knows damn fucking well that he can't have.And it'd started with an odd-job as a gardener in the back-yard of a mansion up in the expensive hills, where the weather seems to always be nice and even the trees are a more pleasant shade of green here.To Sehun, essentially it's all unnatural and disgusting.He prefers the grime of real life. Is more used to cars honking at un-heedful pedestrians that test the morals of angry drivers in the heat of summer. Nothing in this part of town reminds him of where he's from; the side-walks aren't cluttered with trash blowing in the smoggy wind, street corners not preoccupied with homeless people passed out on cardboard boxes that ask for money in blatant shamelessness. It's nothing like that.Here he feels out of place. Nothing in the land of the wealthy is appealing to him.However--A job is a job, though. Just one of the many that he takes on a whim when the local Job Corps he attends--by mandatory order from his Juvenile Detention Parole Officer--suggests them to him.--this all changes, once Sehun sees him; sees Luhan in the curtained window, white fabric blowing in the breeze three stories up where, he peeks his peroxide-blond head out of the window before climbing out precariously.It's an interesting sight, as Sehun stands there with thick gloves over his hands, black tank-top tight on his torso, leaning his weight on the garden-rake in his hold as he watches the small omega adorned in pearl-pink silk daintily shimy from the narrow ledge of the window-sill, over to the nearby balcony a few paces to the left.Terrible ideas are most entertaining when Sehun doesn't have to point out that they are terrible.He sees this coming before it happens--the way Luhan's foot misses a step and he goes falling from the side of the giant mansion, screaming and beautiful like a falling snowflake in the middle of August.Easily Sehun is already there to catch him in his arms.It ends with an oomf, along with a squeal--or a cry, something of the sort--and then watery eyes staring up at a sweaty and dirt-smudged Sehun, before the situation sets in. Realization is a few beats behind when the alpha says to the dazed omega in his arms, "You--uhh, ever think of maybe just tryin' the front door, cutie? Might be a lil safer for a delicate thing like you.""P-Put me down!" Luhan whines, falling frantic in an instant because he doesn't know who this alpha is.He's angry that he's failed, embarrassed that he'd fallen. Admittedly his heart is still racing and the fear still has a vice on his nerves from the feel of plummeting. Luhan brushes down the silky wrinkles in his clothes once he's stable on the grass, Sehun staring at him with unreadable eyes."Chill out, princess." Says the alpha, picking back up the rake he'd tossed aside before leaping into action. "I'm not gonna pull a fast one on ya or nothin'." Sehun shows his hands in mock surrender, rolling his eyes. "See--look; I'm behaving, don't worry."Luhan looks skeptical at first - just a scowl on his pretty face, pouting once he realizes he's being spoken to in a mock tone, a million things to retaliate with running through his little head from where he stands, teetering on an invisible line of potential actions to take - to which ultimately he decides to glare back, "Who are you? What's your name, worker?"If it were anyone else--if it wasn't a pretty omega addressing Sehun like that, the latter would have punched him right in the mouth.But Sehun is a sucker for fragile beauties who spit cold venom, ultimately he's a goner. So with a smirk he shrugs in response. "Sehun." He says simply, "I'm just doin' some work on your garden n shit; shoveling dirt, pulling weeds" Subtly he gives the regal omega a quick up-and-down scan. "maybe try and plant my seed..." He licks his lips. "De-flower, or somethin'."It goes right over the smaller's blond head."Oh..." Luhan looks like he's about to start walking away in disinterest, "okay then," sneaking off like he'd been planning to. "whatever." With a dismissive wave of the hand, Luhan says over his shoulder. "Carry on, alpha."It's rude. Blatantly bratty and a result of spoiled living. Pampered omegas are all, always the same.However, Sehun likes this game, so he smirks and raises a brow. "Now just where do you think you're goin' sweetheart?""Well," Luhan is sauntering through the clean-cut grass and past the stone fountain, Sehun following him. "not that it's any of your business, but my friend Tzuyu and I have a shopping trip all planned out, and I plan on going.""Well, not that this also ain't none of my business or nothin', but from the looks of it," Sehun is leaning his weight on the rake in his hands again as he amusedly watches Luhan fail to climb the stone wall covered in vines. "it seems like you aren't exactly allowed to be out of the house.""Oh yeah?" Luhan is panting from his constant fails of climbing and then losing his footing. "What would you know, huh?""I know that you almost damn near broke somethin' while sneaking out. Are all those suited stiffs in there your body-guards, or your babysitters?"A vine snaps, and like an avalanche of the sinisterly wealthy kind, Luhan falls to the ground on his ass, vines in tow, ripping from their spots and a glare waiting for the alpha from where Luhan sits, staring up at him as if to dare him to say something snide."I'm gonna bite you." Luhan warns--but isn't making a move to do anything about it."Careful," Sehun winks. "I might like it."A few moments go by like this; silence lingering between them, thoughts unspoken and the breeze beckoning forward the birds chirping from trees. It's a calm and serene reality. Sehun's personal hell - Luhan's only understanding of heaven. They come from different worlds, existing on opposite ends of the spectrum.Just a bad boy from the wrong side of town, and a regal omega brought up in the dastardly upper-class lifestyle."So are you gonna tell on me?" Luhan sits feeble on the ground still, pathetic and defeated with vines on his lap. "Rat me out? Call the guards on me?"It takes a moment of thought - quirk of the lips, a hum, hand on his hip - but Sehun steadies himself, pushing off from the rake. "Nah," Ultimately, Sehun's always hated seeing omega's in distress. "contrary to some shit; how bout this--i'm actually gonna help you out.""R-Really?"Sehun shrugs, "Ehh." muscles glistening under the gleaming sun. "Whatever. Thank me later."And in a quick escape, where Sehun has the omega lifted up, the smaller's foot in his hands and strength propelling the blond up and just barely over the stone wall, Luhan squeals down at the alpha covering his eyes from the sun. Luhan looks like an angel from this vantage point. "Thank you, alpha! thankyouthankyouthankyou! i so like, totally owe you or something sometime."Sehun just waves him off, gesturing for the smaller to hurry and get out of here before somebody sees.Luhan blows a kiss before he leaps down over the wall.Sehun rolls his eyes, knowing for a fact that they'll be seeing each other again. He's certain of it. Plans on it. Stubborn and determined."I'm gonna fuck that omega." He tells himself whilst continuing to rake aside fallen leaves.

Smitten on a constant and yet equally just as pissed off at his boyfriend all at once most times--like now, Kyungsoo hadn't let himself question out-loud just what in the hell they are doing on this sketchy side of town, Kris leading with his hand enveloping the other's.Entering through a secret entrance on the side of a shitty barber shop where a password grants access, this wasn't on Kyungsoo's date-night agenda.But he knows that if he asks, he'll sound whiny and needy and like he's complaining. After all, once upon a time - when he and Kris had first gotten together - he'd promised the alpha that he could cope with all of the questionable occurrences. The shit Kris does out of potential necessity, is non-negotiable.Are you sure you're okay with this? Kris had asked in his rare, tender tone that no one thought had existed, when the taller had been lying with the smaller in his hold. I lead a treacherous lifestyle, Soo, and I'm not gonna drag you into it if you aren't okay with any of it.It's such a considerate notion. That sort of thing can be blinding to omegas.Kyungsoo had been dazzled by the handsome simmer of dominating possessiveness and radiating power. He'd liked the way Kris had been so romantic without having to even really do or say anything. Without conveying it with words, Kyungsoo had always known that Kris would protect him, take care of him, be all of that and more.So with their bodies warm beneath the sheets on a night full of unsure finalities, Kyungsoo had rolled over and wrapped his arms around Kris' neck, arching up and kissing him on the jaw before muttering in the moonlight, It's okay. I trust you. He knows that Kris worries about him, about his dangerous lifestyle and what it might do. I'm okay, Kris. Reassuring him is the only thing he can indicate.And so far that promise stands true. Most times, Kyungsoo never finds himself having to worry. Concern isn't a thing of routine.However, "Kris..." this time Kyungsoo can't possibly see why in the world they're here at the Tenderizer House, of all places. "why the fuck did you bring me to this--" just then a bloodied male with a few missing teeth is being dragged by them. "--place..."Kyungsoo swears he remembers Kris saying that he was going to take him out on a romantic date somewhere nice. This...This isn't it."A business venture, of sorts." Kris states simply, hand still holding Kyungsoo's own but his gaze peering over all the heads in the flickering basement. "I'm here to meet with a guy named Jackson Wang." Feeble in the crowd, Kyungsoo clings to Kris' arm and hides behind his looming form that stands firm well within the ruckus. "He's gonna be marrying my brother Luhan, so I'm just here to discuss a few things and ultimately, approve of him."Like a common cold among too many fatal diseases, Jackson Wang is a lesser evil that Kris and his father have decided upon as a good candidate to ultimately take Luhan's hand in marriage.It's something of a two-birds-with-one-stone situation; they knew that Luhan's naive and helplessly ditzy nature, on his own, will only lead him straight to unworthy alphas that their ring-leader father will only have to execute by his own hand and with a bullet between the eyes. So in a strategic play among opportunists running an illegal underworld so fluidly, they'd capitalized.Luhan, my sweet darling, their father had said, coming to the omega one day. This is Jackson, it'd been a flimsy formal introduction in their mansion's great hall, Luhan blinking at the handsome Chinese alpha across from him. If all goes well, he is going to be your potential future husband.Kris had been standing alongside with his hands behind his back, reliable and tall in stature. Luhan had been batting confused lashes. Jackson had been casual and cocky and rubbing his nose with the back of his wrist like this isn't a problem for him.The peroxide-blond omega hadn't known what to feel at first. It's interesting. Jackson is admittedly handsome. Essentially Luhan gets a husband... he's always wanted a husband. Technically this jet-black haired alpha is rich, too. His father is a Chinese underground business tycoon, also. Between he and Jackson, they've both most likely grown up around falling bodies and careless money.It also helps that the Wangs are powerful and have connections that Kris' father wants--and vice-versa. Together, families fused by a marriage, they could ultimately be unstoppable.Naive to it all and not really concerned with details, Luhan had nudged his foot against the shiny marble floor beneath him, looking at Jackson through his lashes, muttering shyly a soft, Okay... and then nothing more.And Kyungsoo finds Jackson to instantaneously be obnoxious when Kris finally points him out, in center ring, stack of money in his hand and voice the loudest in the room.Apparently he's the one running the show around here. This shit-hole of an underground society is a side-business of his own that his wealthy father condones, because it gives his son business experience without severe repercussions--aside from pay-off-able cops, but that's nothing.Kyungsoo is about to cave and give in to his omega ways - looking over at Kris and about ready to yank on his shirtsleeve like a needy bitch - because he's pissed and hungry and goddamnit he was promised a nice and romantic date for fucks sake.But before he grabs onto his boyfriend's arm, an unruly alpha is being sent hurtling to the ground at his feet. "W-What the--"He's bloody and bruised and sweaty and shirtless."Sup, toots."Kyungsoo will be making out with this alpha before the end of the night.

Over the phone, Jongin is shouting at Sehun for being such a fucking pain in the ass to try and get a hold of all the time."Sorry, bro. I was busy." He hardly sounds apologetic whatsoever."Seriously though!" Jongin hollers, out of breath and back in his clothes from the previous night. "Shit has officially hit the mother-fuckin' fan!""What? Why?" Sehun's voice is still stoic as ever over the phone. "And are you running or somethin' by the way--the fuck?""N-No." Jongin drapes an arm over his eyes, panting and leaning against an alleyway wall. "I-I stopped running.""From what?""Ol' Killer, that's what!""Oh, shit, forreal?" In a mental image provided from just his tone alone, Sehun emitts the idea of him with his phone smushed between his cheek and shoulder as he picks at his nails disinterestedly. "Well that's not good.""Dude nearly had me back there!" Jongin peers around the corner quickly. "Him and his crew were wielding some k-drama-esque shit, I swear; steel pipes n' shit, big-ass pocket knives, like what the fuck! It's only a few thousand bucks! I mean, c'mon!""What in the world are you even doing over on his side of town, anyway?" Sehun asks, feigning intrigue it seems. Bastard."Oh." Jongin's lips pull at the corners. "I was walking this fine lil omega I met last night to his school, that... just so happens to be in that part of town.""Sounds like you got some last night, then.""Pfft. Tried. But that little bitch was seriously playing hard to get. Ay, but don't worry, I ain't done with him or nothin' yet. I'ma get in there, just you wait."Sehun laughs on the other end. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever ya say, bruh.""Ay--speaking of getting it in, what were you gettin' into last night? Your ass was hella m.i.a, you fucker." With a cigarette lit and puffed between his lips before removing it to blow out the smoke, Jongin arches a brow. "Musta been kickin' it reeeal good with that lil honey of yours last night, am I right?"Laying in the angelic sheets of a slumbering omega still, Sehun chuckles but looks over at the beauty beside him. "Nahh, man. It ain't even really like that.""Oh, shit." Jongin squints a scrutinizing glance at the brick wall across from him as if it were Sehun himself. "You actually respect this omega." It's said like an accusation. And Sehun owns up to it."Yeah, kinda. Ya know all them feelings n' shit that they tell you bout; that sorta thing.""Fuck.""I know." Sehun stares up at the ceiling above him. "I'm fuckin' fucked..."

Several visits to the mansion and gardening gigs followed-up on, Sehun eventually makes his way into the pampered omega's good graces over time. A gradual appeal, a constant flirtation that eventually pays off for the alpha in the end.Easily infatuated with most alphas that make him swoon - yet still betrothed to another, all the while - Luhan is a falling snowflake dissolving in Sehun's summer rays. He's warm when he needs him to be, suave with natural sex-appeal when it matters.Their interactions had gradually evolved into more sneaking around, for the omega.Sehun had graduated from tending to the roses in the flower-beds on the weekends, to tending to Luhan in his own bed instead.A tall ladder laid up against the omega's window-sill, Sehun and Luhan come to a mutual agreement of sensual touches, intimacy stirring in the sexual tension brewing gradually all this time. Within one-another, they see something they want. Luhan likes tall bad boys with broad shoulders and handsome features, and Sehun likes misguided angels that are anything but holy.It's a mixture in the clouds. Hazy like a dream."T-That tickles." Luhan giggles on cloud-nine, fingers lightly combing through Sehun's dark locks as he kisses near his navel.A natural ruffian in the streets, Sehun refines himself to a gentle brute in the angelic white sheets. Here, he indulges in feather-light touches of his fingertips to Luhan's skin, lips teasingly kissing and pecking a soft trail up the smaller's flat stomach from his navel to his neck, where he ravishes him deeply."You--" kiss. "--taste--" kiss. "--like--" kiss. "--sugar--" kiss. "--on my lips."Luhan is ethereal in his bed clothes; sheer white top, sheer robe, sheer shorts, layred with silk fabric underneath. To Sehun he's like honey he can lick up, enrapture him with calloused hands and adventurous lips. He definitely likes the sounds the smaller makes when he lifts up the sheer fabric and kisses where he knows it'll cause Luhan to shutter the most."You're so soft." Sehun comments, busy kissing him everywhere he can, hands still exploring so sensually. "I just wanna hold you jus' like this all the time."Petite beneath a large alpha that is lapping and kissing at his neck, Luhan softly moans and whimpers and slips further and further into the bliss that is created for him. The gentle words soothe him deeper into a daze, seemingly free-falling forever into euphoria."O-Oh," His eyes flutter open on occasion, rolling back, before then closing shut again in pleasure. "S-Sehun. W-Wow." Just like this, this feeling alone is almost severely orgasmic. Luhan loves the critical intimacy that is this delicate foreplay. The heavy weight on top of him and the touches and the kisses and the body-heat against his own, it disorients him, and it's amazing. Beyond great. He's never been driven so madly turned on before.Jackson may be his potential husband-to-be, but Luhan in this moment is only moaning Sehun's name, a hand in the latter's hair and the other lightly clawing down his toned back through his black tank top.And Sehun is on the verge of breaking loose from his personal shackles - barely losing control of himself had been a constant battle all the while - but when he makes his move and slowly reaches down, sifting past the omega's flowy sheer fabric and slipping his large hand between Luhan's thighs, fingers teasing and just over the smaller's entrance that he longs for, Sehun damn near explodes with lust."S-Sehun--w-wait." But Luhan is halting him, petite little hand on Sehun's toned arm, strong fingers paused where Luhan shutters. "I-I..." He's so fragile and beautiful when he's not whining like a brat. "I've never... y-you know..."He's not ready. Luhan had been holding out for marriage... which is now become a complicated affair, thanks to Sehun.The alpha pulls away from sucking on his neck--but never leaving marks, like always--and looks Luhan in the eyes. "You're a virgin???" It's said softly but his tone is still raspy and deep, breathy and thick with lingering lust. Sehun almost can't even believe...Luhan timidly nods his head, maybe embarrassed or maybe just nervous.Either way, Sehun has never been one to force himself onto omega's so he sighs and retracts his hand, letting himself settle down and roll off of Luhan with endless sexual frustration still evident in his loins. "Alright." He says, a bit disappointed, but understanding. "That's okay." And in a moment of tenderness and softening gazes, he pulls the omega onto his chest. "C'mere.""Y-Youre not mad?" Luhan asks, angling himself so that he can look up into Sehun's eyes.Sehun quirks his lips, just a sliver of a moment of thought. "Nahh." He rests his hand on the plumpness of Luhan's ass. "Just super fucking horny, is all." It's a casual confession."Oh..." But Luhan still feels bad, so he comes up with an idea. "Well... I think I can at least help you in a different sorta way."Sehun lifts a brow, "What do you me--" and then Luhan slithers down beneath the sheets. Sehun sucks in a breath when he realizes what he's doing down there. "Oh." And at this point, he is definitely not complaining. "Well alrighty then. Please; proceed."The flowers are left to wilt in the garden. Sehun is doing a terrible job and will probably, ultimately get fired.But right now, all he does is just lace his fingers behind his head on the pillow, and close his eyes with a blissful smile on his face."F-Fuck."

Not waking up alone in his bed beneath the window where the sun shines through the curtains in a pink hue across his skin and white sheets, Kyungsoo's eyelids twitch awake and his fingers ghost over tan skin that isn't his.There's an arm wrapping around him from behind, forearm strong and naturally sun-kissed skin warm against him even through his shirt. Jongin's nose is buried in his hair and in some sort of intimate--and maybe even, dare he say it, romantic acknowledgement--it's comfortable in ways that usually Kyungsoo only reserves for Kris in commencing mornings after mutual feelings and cuddles in the night. Bewilderment is a feeling that Kyungsoo conceives upon realization.It means that he likes this, here - what this is - with this fucking, stupidly annoying alpha, Jongin-what's-his-face.And when he feels said alpha's strong arms around him tighten and pull him into his toned bare chest closer, with a soft chuckle emitted into his jet-black hair from behind, Kyungsoo isn't really opposed to the sensual security. Kris does the same exact thing when they wake up together.However, a stiff erection poking him in his lower-back isn't something that occurs often. Most mornings are slow and lazy ones--with Kris--where limbs are askew and Kyungsoo is small and cuddly on his big alpha boyfriend who always has an arm around him at all times until they finally leave the bed."You havin' an exciting dream that you ain't telling me about?" Kyungsoo asks, tilting his head over and meeting shut eyes but a growing smirk where dimples show. It's handsome fuckery at it's best, if he's honest. It makes him want to punch the alpha in the gut."Mmnng," Jongin just mutters against the side of Kyungsoo's face, "you're so sexy." holding tighter and rubbing up against him just that much more.Feigning incredulousness this early in the morning, "Tch, okay," in the soft sunlight and morning noises of neighbors throwing away trash in their steel bins and distant honking of cars at pedestrians, Kyungsoo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "clearly you're still horny from last night."Eyes still closed, Jongin nods excitedly, "So fuckin' horny." His body is well-defined, muscles toned and jawline admittedly attractive. Kyungsoo can't deny that his slight five-o'clock shadow is kind of sexy. "I had a dream that you was blowin' me, baby."Kyungsoo quirks a brow, chuckling only once. "From the looks of it, I was doin' a pretty good job too, huh?""So good." Jongin hums in approval, tone low, deep and guttural, nuzzling in closer. Kyungsoo giggles at this and ultimately surrenders on the front-lines, face to face with enemy and metaphorically waving his white flag when he gives in and says so casually, "You know..." He's on his side now, propped up on his elbow and looking down at Jongin's handsome face. "some would consider it morning wood," he lets his gaze trace down the alpha's toned body, down to his large tent. "but I like to think of it as breakfast in bed."Jongin's eyebrows practically shoot up into his hair-line as his eyes shoot open. "R-Really?" He adjusts himself up onto his pillow excitedly.It's an amusing sight to which Kyungsoo enjoys with a lick of the lips, submitting to desires as he holds the alpha's gaze while slithering lower until he's under the sheets between Jongin's legs yanking off his tented boxer shorts."O-Oh--f-fffuck yeah," Jongin hisses as he watches the sheets bob up and down on his shaft, Kyungsoo busy stroking and lapping at his thick cock under the covers, expertly using tongue as he deep-throats him and as a result, causes his toes to curl. "D-Damn you're good at this." Jongin groans - I know. that's what they sall say - one arm slung along the headboard and the other hand placed on the back of Kyungsoo's head. "N-Not m-many omegas can t-take me all the way down, baby."Well, when you're talented,And better than his wet-dream, he nearly looses it when Kyungsoo lifts the sheets to look him in the eyes as he holds his cock steady whilst licking all the way up the side, moaning in a slutty tone, "Mmm, you're such a big boy, Jongin." It's dangerous. "H-Holy s-shit." Jongin can feel the pressure building, pleasure tightening, the pulsating threat just over the horizon due to the lewd scene before him. It nearly sends him completely over the edge--seeing his huge cock stand to be just as long as Kyungsoo's face.And Kyungsoo's making a slurring, head thrown back mess of Jongin right now from beneath the covers, hand on the latter's strong thigh and other hand stroking the base of his cock as he drags his lips up and down the long length, that is, until a small little voice from the side of his bed is sleepily asking, "W-Who are you, mister?"Fuck...Like a record skip, everything comes to a shrieking halt. The moment shatters. Kyungsoo stops mid-suck, Jongin's big dick still in his mouth and bed-covers still over his head, eyes wide in realization between the taller's legs. Shit! But Jongin, that goddamn son of a fucking bitch, just so happens to reach his peak in that godforsaken very moment. With a deep, loud and guttural groan, he shoots his load completely in Kyungsoo's mouth in huge spurts, coating him in creamy white everywhere. His tongue is drowning, he's about to overflow, he can't keep up with the heavy waves. Kyungsoo nearly chokes, but holds the pulsating cock in his mouth and makes sure to swallow everything fast until there is nothing left; no proof. Nothing to explain. No mess to drip or splatter where it shouldn't, especially now."Where's Kyung-shoo?" The little voice asks.Kyungsoo's mortified. His mind is racing a mile a minute.But Jongin's bleary eyes are the slowest thing to react in this moment, when he's lowering his head from previously staring up at the ceiling, lost in bliss and coming back down, gaze landing on a small child with wavy black hair looking back at him with questioning eyes, nibbling on the baggy long-sleeve of his shirt. "Is Kyung-shoo there?" He's pointing at the lump between Jongin's legs."J-Jungguk!" Kyungsoo exclaims, poking his head out from under the covers, fingers wiping away the saliva and last drops of cum off his lips. "W-What did I say about coming into my r-room without knocking!?"Jungguk lowers his head, thankfully oblivious, pouting as he says, "To not to...""That's right," Kyungsoo admonishes, nudging toward the door. "now c'mon--let's go, march." Jungguk's little legs shuffle in pajama pants that are too big for him, and Jongin absentmindedly mutters, "Cute kid." To which only causes Kyungsoo to remember he's there, laying back like a cocky son of a bitch with his toned body on display and all sexy and tan and all sorts of aggravating bullshit.Kyungsoo glares at him. "You shut the fuck up." Because essentially Jongin's done enough, even though he honestly didn't do a damn thing besides let Kyungsoo suck on his dick like a popsicle stick in the dead of summer--even though it's chilly outside in the morning winter sunlight.And it's like a walk of shame descending down the stairs, entering through the untidy living-room and into the dinning-room area beside the kitchen where all of Kyungsoo's younger foster siblings are already waiting for him, dishing out their shares of makeshift breakfast.Hanbin is arching a scrutinizing brow at the sight of Jongin following behind a bashful Kyungsoo, leaned back like the wanna-be non-alpha he is, leg propped up on Kyungsoo's designated chair, Jungguk on his lap and munching on a mouthful of hashbrowns, blinking a quizzical amount of times before blurting out, "Are you Kris?"Kyungsoo momentarily freezes, hand rubbing his own arm in hidden shame. Hanbin still has his gaze zeroed in and locked tight, like he already knows that the tall alpha standing behind his older omega brother isn't the boyfriend he's only ever spoken about on occasion.The other two mischievous younger siblings - Taehyung and Jimin - come scrambling around the table with their messy plates in hand, shoving each other in a rush because they always fight over the same seat. Silverware clatters, Jungguk is only a year younger than them but he always wants to do what they're doing.Together the two shout over one another, "Ooh! Ooh!" Taehyung's raising his hand. "I know something!" Jimin is reaching up and yanking the other's hand down, shouting next, "We heard you call Kyungsoo baby, and that's what a boyfriend does!"Kyungsoo hisses, "Were you two brats eavesdropping!?"Taehyung shrugs, rolling his eyes away from the scene, "Mmmaaay-be." and Jimin is scratching the side of his head, rolling his eyes the other way, "Maaaybe not." They're like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. Partners in crime. Endless trouble.Their older sister, but Hanbin and Kyungsoo's younger sister, Hara, is hugging the corner of the room, only entering halfway, her stoic expression always inquiring and skeptical and full of suspicion. "So, are you Kyungsoo's boyfriend Kris, or not?" She asks, tone level, waist-long orange hair growing back black at the roots.All eyes are staring at Kyungsoo's heated face. He's put on the spot - Jongin and as well as seemingly Hanbin - knowing damn well that the tan alpha radiating body-heat behind him is most definitely not the golden-blond alpha only referred to as Kris.But they all already know that Jongin spent the night. They all know that Jongin stayed in Kyungsoo's bed.It's not to say that it was guaranteed that they did anything sexual over-night - do mornings count? - but it's a lot of implications that do Kyungsoo wrong if he was to admit that the alpha who slept over isn't actually the boyfriend he's only ever talked about.He doesn't want to look like some trashy slut in front of his younger siblings, so he lies. "Y-Yes." He confirms, turning to lightly touch Jongin's arm. "T-This is my boyfriend..." He spares the alpha a quick glance. "Kris..."Internally Jongin is cackling. "Sup." He let's the word pop, waving once, easily playing along. Internally Kyungsoo is face-palming. He hopes that everyone buys it--except for Hanbin, he snorts and reaches around Jungguk and takes a bite of his food. Hara is a slow progresser, always doubtful and moving on cautious steps, head tilted to the side as she stares, long hair cascading over her limbs as she slowly lowers onto a chair and barely eats anything.Taehyung and Jimin race each other to see who can eat all of their left-over breakfast first. Jungguk gets teary-eyed when he obviously doesn't win."Listen," Kyungsoo says, out in the cold crips air where the sun is shining but the sidewalk is lined with piles of snow. "sorry about all that shit that happened back there." He's looking over at Jongin as he walks."Nah, it's cool." Jongin laughs, hands in his pockets and strolling beside the small omega he looks down at. "I actually kinda dug being your unofficial boyfriend.""Oh lord." Kyungsoo scoffs, shoving the alpha but achieving nothing."Hey, don't act like you ain't already in love with me n' shit, babe. We're fuckin' soulmates." Jongin's breath comes out white in the sunlight, dimples showing as he teases and plays suave. Sly as a mother-fucker."Oh my g--" Kyungsoo rolls his eyes but laughs anyway, "--you know what, how bout this; you don't have to walk me to school, a'ight? I got it from here thank you.""Yooo, i'm kidding--i'm kidding, a'ight? Chill." Falling in stride with one another, Jongin must admit he likes the natural flow. It's easy chemistry he can't possibly deny. "I did appreciate you blowin' me earlier this mornin' by the way. It was hella good.""Oh my fff--stop fucking talking!" Kyungsoo's face tinges an embarrassed hue, even though it might be the bite of the chilly air nipping at his cheeks. His breath comes out white as well."No, really. I mean the way you swallowed down all my jizz;" Jongin kisses the tips of his fingers and releases it into the air as if it were a delicious work of art. "spectacular."Knee-jerk reactions;Kyungsoo proceeds to leap around and punch the alpha in the mouth."Damn." Jongin cups his jaw, arching a brow in response. "Wow. Good one, for a lil thing like yourself.""I honestly wanna kick you in the balls, too.""A'ight, a'ight. I'll be good, I swear." Dastardly charming, Jongin slinks an arm around the omega. "Jus' let me walk you to school, babe. I'll be a good boy.""Why do I highly doubt that though?""Hmmmm--because you like me as a bad boy with wandering hands." It teeters on the edge of inquisition, Jongin so blatant in words and so frustratingly confident in meaning. He's like all of the other bad boys Kyungsoo gets involved with, yet he's a different shade of vile so it's appealing at an angle.With Jongin's hand somehow ending up on Kyungsoo's ass as they go - two delinquents on the un-even cement of the cracked sidewalk, walking so leisurely in the chipped paint and chain-link fence type of neighborhood where dogs bark and people get jumped in the alleyways - Kyungsoo can't seem to find it in him to mind that Jongin chances a squeeze."You're such a fuckin' asshole." Is all that Kyungsoo says instead. And when they make it to the front gate of Kyungsoo's high-school, where a security guard is required on the grounds and a metal-detector is found at all the entrances - Jongin says to him so casually in reply a mellow, "Fuck you, slut."And even if it's like venom from a mouse, Kyungsoo snaps and turns toward the alpha sharply, daring him, "Call me a slut--one more time."Jongin leans down then, "Or what," looking Kyungsoo in the face with an arched brow, "slut." He's a bold mother-fucker.Kyungsoo reacts like lightning and slaps Jongin across the face with a crack. Jongin barely nudges--which is frustrating--so Kyungsoo slaps him hard in the face quickly again, and then again and again until Jongin's expression grows dark and he's snatching the smaller's wrists into his large hands and backing the omega up against the wall where concrete meets black metal gates.Kyungsoo's always liked the necessary roughness.Jongin pins his wrists to the cold hard metal and presses their lips together in pent-up aggression that seems to only ever result this way; with sexual tension meaning unsavory acts of the carnal kind. It's hot and heavy, no sort of build up, just over-flowing need and want and take take take.Kyungsoo's breaths come out as pants against Jongin's mouth, legs somehow ending up wrapped around the taller's waist as he's lifted off the ground.In proneness to taking things always a little too far--something they're both guilty of always--their bodies grind and achieve friction distastfully, with a stray student or two passing across the street, a car driving by on the road, the school bell ringing it's shrill tone in the nippy morning air. They're dry-humping in public and it's a shameless affair that they barely break away from, but Kyungsoo let's their wet lips part first after a faltering breath, muttering, "I-I should go." White emits between them like a ghost of something sure. Hot and heavy deceleration commences in the cold.Jongin's catching his breath, nodding in reply, slowly letting Kyungsoo slide down off of him where he stands small just below shoulder-level.And they part ways with not much else other than Kyungsoo fixing the hem of his jacket--sweater--shirt--and then hair, offering a single subtle wave that Jongin reciprocates with a cool nod and then nothing more.Jongin watches the smaller walk through the gates and up to the building, cigarette pulled out and put between his lips, watching and thinking and standing there, contemplating what exactly it is that he wants and what exactly is pestering at him in the back of his mind.He pats his jacket and then pant-pockets, cursing aloud, "Fuck." because he still doesn't have a lighter and so he just pockets his cigarette once again, not really sure why he feels so adrift right now, lingering where he shouldn't be.It's incomprehension on the pavement in the chilly air, snow melting yet still cold under the morning sun.He's wanting something--or someone.But then a deep and powerful voice is shouting at him from down the street, "Kim Jongin!" shaking him from his idle state, looking over at the big and muscular figure walking toward him in long and heavy strides, deadly glare in his eyes. "You're a fuckin' dead-man!"Oh shit...And like most dead-beat father's Jongin's seen in his lifetime growing up in the poorer part of town, he's out of there at the speed of light.In a matter of time he'll call Sehun over the phone--that fucking bastard who is always missing in action whenever it matters most--because in all seriousness, they really need to come up with a get-rich-quick scheme, asap. Jongin wants to keep all of his fingers and toes and limbs.

"You've got some explaining to do." Ilhoon says the moment he places his tray down at the usual table they sit at in the lunch-room.Kyungsoo is nudging aside his fruit-cup for Hansol to take - who's all grabby hands and baby-faced expressions - as he says in response, "About what?" because in all honesty, Ilhoon always has something to harp on him about and it's not really compelling anymore."I saw you--" Ilhoon is nothing but designer brands on his body, rings on his fingers and wavy blond hair parted down the middle as his designer shades are pushed onto the top of his head. "--ya know, before school," he's wiggling his brows now. "makin' out with some alpha all up on the front gates n' shit."Fluffy hair and round cheeks, Hansol halts peeling open the plastic top of his fruit-cup, turning over toward Kyungsoo with shocked eyes. "Wait, what? What'd I miss?"Kyungsoo wipes a guilty hand all the way down his face, physically dragging his expression into a vexed one where he can't believe he really did that earlier, with Jongin, for everyone to see. Fuck."Soooo," Ilhoon is dainty with his wrist movements, flicking around the plastic fork in his hand in beckoning gestures, "tell me--what was that all about, hmmm? You bangin' a new alpha these days? What's his name, what's he like? He got a big dick?""Who's got a big dick?" Karam asks, the darkest shade of black locks against pale ivory skin, as he sits himself down at the table. He looks sick as death most of the time, but strangely he's still beautiful and Kyungsoo doesn't hate him, so as a result, he only rolls his eyes because now he has one more person to answer to."His name is Jongin, and he's just some alpha I met last night on the subway."In the middle of the cafeteria ruckus, where tables are mostly divided up by ranks and certain cliques, Kyungsoo is just one of the four omegas found in dead center of it all; their usual spot."Ya fuck him?" Ilhoon asks out-right, elbows on the table and salad he'd stuck his plastic fork in forgotten for a moment as he stares into Kyungsoo's eyes with devilish delight. He's always eager for hot juicy details and as a socialite of the modern era, he lives off it. Kyungsoo runs a hand through his hair, shrugging indifferently for show--as if it doesn't matter or mean nothing, because, "No. We didn't do none of that last night." whatever happened between him and Jongin, it shouldn't linger in his thoughts the way it already is...Karam has a vitamin-water and granola bar brought onto the table, because unofficially announced he essentially has an eating disorder of some sort; bulimic or anorexic or both, Kyungsoo doesn't know, but he's annoying when he nibbles on shit he never finishes. It's detrimental to the conversation because it always means that his mouth is never full and he always has time to ask questions and pry so effortlessly."Well then what did you two do last night." This is why Kyungsoo wishes Karam would just eat everything in sight the way Hansol does."Nothing, we just slept together--in the same bed, but that's it. We didn't fuck." With a thoughtful quirk of the lips - for the sake of good gossip and always being a sucker for exchanging slutty stories between omegas - he gives into inclinations and admits off-handedly, "Although, I did sorta suck him off the next morning...""You dirty slut." Ilhoon giggles, nudging Kyungsoo under the table with his shoe.Karam pushes aside his granola bar after two bites. Hansol gladly takes it and begins munching away like a bunny receiving a carrot; he's an innocent and simple-minded omega of the cuddly kind; childish yet likeable that way."However," Kyungsoo scratches the side of his cheek, not meeting Ilhoon's gaze. "I might've made an accidental mistake though.""What," the fashionable omega across from him raises a brow, "did you graze him with teeth or something?""More like--sorta kinda maybe given the impression that I actually liked the fucker on some sentimental level shit."Ilhoon's facial expression shifts over to quizzical type of horror as he lowers his fork, "Ohh, Kyungsoo... You didn't...""Ugh." He winces, cringes even. "I did.""What--what he'd do?" Hansol asks, looking over in mid-bite, crumbs all over his mouth. "What happened? I missed it."Karam waves an elegant hand in his general direction for lucid emphasis, "He downed that natural sodium-chloride, if you will." He's so fancy for a bitch with an eating disorder. Kyungsoo will never understand him."Huh!???" Hansol's face contorts into even further confusion.Ilhoon folds his arms on the table, holding the mousy omega's gaze, telling him so seriously. "He put whipped-cream on his sundae, get it?""Nnnn--no..."Karam rests his cheek in his palm, elbow on the hard surface. "He devoured the lives of millions, okay?"Kyungsoo nearly spits out the orange juice he'd been momentarily sipping, coughing instead. "O-Oh my fuckin---jesus, you guys. Really now?""He gulped down a pint of alpha dna!" Ilhoon adds in quickly, just for fun now, enjoying the way Kyungsoo flounders bashfully.But Hansol is still lost in the shuffle "Huh???" and with his confused expression still contorted in befuddled distress, Kyungsoo decides that it's about time to put himself and the fluffy-haired omega out of their misery.So he places a hand flat on the table, looking Hansol in the eyes as he says so plainly, "I swallowed his cum, alright?""Oh..." Hansol's facial expression dings like a bell, light-bulb turning on because, "I see." he get's it now.And never one to condone of true feelings being put out on the line - because alphas are most times, just players in a game where winning is precisely everything - Ilhoon shakes his head in disdain and says aloud, "First comes love," his fork stabs into his salad. "then comes marriage," He points his plastic utensil Kyungsoo's way for emphasis. "and then you get cheated on and then you're left with a baby in the baby's carriage."Hansol looks between Kyungsoo and Ilhoon in a lost sort of intrigue. "Well that seems a little pessimistic now, doesn't it?" But Karam is an on the contrary kind of solution-solver, so he says, "No." because, "You don't ever swallow an alpha's load unless you like, love him or some bogus shit like that. It spells easy prey for fuckery.""Yeah," Kyungsoo is rubbing over his eyelids in pestering regret now, groaning. "because if you do, then it also means that you've given him all the power and this fucked up little idea in his head that he can have you whenever he wants you.""B-But..." Hansol is having a bunch of recollecting memories running through his head. "I-I swallow all the time..." It's probably why Hansol always ends up getting played and left in the dust by alphas who move on easy, un-enthralled by the lack of challenge.Ilhoon turns his sympathetic gaze onto the mousy omega. "Oh, sweetie..."And in the frustrating thoughts and flashes of recollection, where Kyungsoo tries to push Jongin out of his mind and what all of these potential implications might mean, he spots Chanyeol sauntering into the lunch-room with his letterman-jacket wearing friends.He's tall and toned and handsome when he laughs carelessly about something that's most likely sleazy, nudging playfully back and forth with his jock friends and eventually meeting Kyungsoo's gaze across the cafeteria.It's perfect because this is probably all of the distraction Kyungsoo might need.Getting involved with bad boy alphas isn't an adequate pass-time, but sex gods like Chanyeol aren't unpredictable and fuck buddies is an arrangement that isn't complicated. Kyungsoo finds himself wanting to be fucked senseless now. Because if it means clearing his mind and reseting him on a clean slate, then he's ready for brutal pleasure."Hey, Soo." Chanyeol says when he's approaching with hands in his pockets and alpha friends breaking off to claim their usual table. "You wanna take a walk with me?" He's smirking like he can read what Kyungsoo emits from his eager eyes.And Chanyeol sounds casual, but it means something more--one thing in specific, just one activity in particular.Kyungsoo rises from his seat quickly, heart now racing and pulse rising in excitement.Carelessly, they'll end up fucking in the theater's sound-booth in the auditorium. Chanyeol will pound the shit out of him like he loves to do when they haven't done it in a while, and Kyungsoo will manage to forget something very important when he's screaming and clawing down the other's toned back.Chanyeol leaves a hickey on the smaller's neck, and that just might be a problem in the future.

Like a meteorite lost in space but on a collision course with something worse than infinite darkness, Byun Baekhyun practically stumbles down the long and decorated halls of idol-groups on the walls and his future undetermined. He's an omega left in shambles, nothing around him matters right now because he's mortified with the current reality that's just hit him.Docile Dolls is set to debut in just a few months. He's their lead vocalist.At one point, Baekhyun had been nothing but an omega with nothing but hopes and dreams.And auditioning for SM Entertainment had been like a shooting star in his shitty sky of hopeless possibilities, he made a wish upon them and in some sort of stroke of luck--or maybe talent--all his wishes seemingly came true; he'd been accepted, trained, established into a group of omegas with a set debut-date and everything.Sometimes good things happen.But now he's feeling dizzy and nauseous and like his blood has severely ran cold. The halls of the SM building feel like they're closing in on him. His dorm-room seems so incredibly far away. He can hear the other trainees practicing in the dance rooms just down the hall.And just like Chanyeol, the alpha he'd once known all too well before they'd both gotten what they'd wanted, Baekhyun was told by his manager that scandals are extremely prohibited. A fresh and squeaky clean image is mandatory for success. Omegas in a pop-group must be pure and desirable, not caught up in controversy.Chanyeol's tarnished his name. He ruined everything.Word on the street is that Chanyeol has scouts looking out for him on the football field, maybe offering him a full scholarship to a top college where the possibility of going pro is highly likely.All he has to do is avoid getting into trouble and getting involved in any sort of detrimental infamy.But Baekhyun is bitter, angry--infuriated, even - Chanyeol, that goddamn son of a bitch, has ruined his future before it has even started - so he's pissed, maybe even spiteful.With petty inclinations coursing through his scorching veins, Baekhyun has anger in his heart as he leaves the building, headed for the big and important football game that he knows Chanyeol is currently having, where scouts most definitely will be watching and his future is also on the line.He plans on destroying the alpha's dream in return."You won't get away with this, you goddamn fuckin' prick."