[M] Traverse The Dangerous (1/1)

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There's a silver bracelet he's twiddling between his fingers, nestled in his pocket. It feels heavy, like it's ready to leave him or abandon him any minute. As if something important is about to happen."Care for a drink, young sir?" An older beta butler asks the moment he steps through the grand doorway, where he declines with a hesitant wave, unsure of his boundaries here--what's okay and what's too much. The land of luxury is a concept not yet explored for him, and sometimes the most terrifying creatures exist in the glitz and the gleam.Born void of a silver-spoon between teeth, his sense of worth is ragged and familiar only with quality of labor.Yesterday his lieutenant shouted at him that he is too brash in decisions; a confident ruffian--permitted by his skills; where he feels the most self-worth in life. A reckless talent verging the line of a liability--so they say. In his childhood he'd had less than nothing. But in his future, one day he'll have an entire empire at his fingertips. They'll consider him a king.Today, however, he is just a soldier without a rifle, on a foreign sort of battlefield where the most dangerous weapons are pretty omegas frolicking about on expensive grounds, in flowy clothing and silk slippers.Alluring temptation. It proves difficult for his eyes not to wander.But he knows very well that his hands surely better not--for wolves in sheep's clothing exist not only in the woods, but also in the meadows.The mansion is lively with guests out in the country-side, with alphas--like himself, invited on a sunny Spring day from the nearby military base--and omegas at every turn, giggling in pairs, playing the role of elusive like a game. Some even bat lashes behind hidden smiles in passing, causing him to look over his shoulder and dare to contemplate an invisible boundary.Although he stays the course; wandering mindlessly, partially in awe--struck by the mansions beauty and wealth, meandering through the clusters.He tries to envision the hosts of this event and what they might look like.The rich family who owns the grand estate must potentially be looking to establish a profitable connection with powerful figures, he supposes. These are the sorts of things he considers when walking through such a luxurious and large house, watching important alphas chuckle around cigars, egos held as high as their toasts.An alpha only of soldier status, he steers clear of interacting with the higher-ups.The short-sleeves of his t-shirt are rolled up past his biceps, cargo pants tucked into his combat boots. The dog-tags around his neck clank against his chest as he strolls into the backyard that extends for miles. Guests mingle by the stone fountain, omegas fluttering through the garden away from pursuing alphas; off-duty soldiers like himself.The bracelet in his pocket seems to know something that he doesn't.It's got a small pink flower at the clasp, holding it all together. Entirely unfitting for an alpha--he's too masculinely intimidating in stature, far from delicate by nature. It's ready to leave him behind, and he's just as ready to let it go.Somewhere his destiny awaits him. And somehow the bracelet is already aware.It's probably in the direction that of which another alpha wiping away blood from his lip is emerging, from a path in the trees, haggard and beaten. So he heads in that direction--away from the lavish dangers dressed in suits and silks.The sound of laughter fades away in the distance as he strolls farther from the festivities, opting to wander beyond the garden where the trees form the path that leads to a pond at the center of a clearing. This must be where the battered alpha had come from, he thinks.He pushes aside a branch, steps over part of a bush.And a butterfly flutters across his path once he's reached the clearing, halting him in his tracks because standing on the bridge suspended over the pond is an omega, with bodyguards waiting at both ends of the bridge with dark shades over their eyes, protecting what would be impossible to now get to.He clenches his fist around the bracelet in his pocket. It knows--and now so does he.The omega is enticingly prepossessing, wrapped in silks that tie and drape around his body, adorning him in beauty. Gold trinkets extend out, jingling and dangling in his hair as he turns to look upon the soldier, as if judging his presence--bored and annoyed, like he's used to alphas constantly pestering him.In a trance he steps forward, in a daze he's staring. And in a haze somewhere he's falling, somehow he's already lost the battle.But with his boots now at the edge of the water, the alpha soldier contemplates the ways in which he could potentially make it past the guards on the bridge. Because he's got a departure in his fist and fate to meet face-to-face.Unworthy. Brash. Commoner. Ruffian. He doesn't belong amongst the exquisite.But he has to meet this beautiful omega, tells himself he has to fight the flames and butterflies declaring war on his insides.He almost braces himself for a brawl - probably like the alpha prior to him with the bloody nose - when he eyes one of the guards. Until, he thinks of something alternatively daring and steps into the shallow pond instead, sloshing knee-deep past floating lily pads up until he's reached the bridge where the omega awaits so divinely, judging down the length of his delicate nose at him."Do you enjoy water in your boots, alpha, is that it?" The petite little thing asks, delicate index finger tapping away impatiently against the white wooden railing. The guards stand intimidatingly at opposite ends still, waiting for any sudden moves. Like even a sudden breath will set them off.Birds chirp over-head.And with the bracelet removed from his pocket, he reaches up, lips lifting a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I figure this would look better on you," he opens his palm, "than it would me."The omega scrutinizes him for a moment, tapping his finger still, humming in thought, until, "Xiaolei." is what he says--and provides.Flower that blooms at dawn.The alpha knee-deep in water quirks a brow. "Yeah?""It is my name." An annoyed expression morphs, as if it should have been obvious.He offers the bracelet even further at this, "Well, I guess it is fitting then, isn't it?" Flower.The breeze whisks softly through the omega's jet-black locks and golden trinkets as he eyes the pink flower on the silver bracelet. "Hm," He extends his wrist out for the alpha to latch it for him. "it appears that this is so." He is as entitled as he is beautiful and delicate. So pampered and exquisite in the middle of Spring it hurts."Jian." The alpha greets, fingers lingering on the omega's wrist after the flower-clasp locks into place.Man of strength.Xiaolei giggles once, "Fitting." he recites, ambiguous in tone--maybe mocking or just reiterating coincidences.Jian shrugs, "I like to think so." smiling at the way it twinkles on the omega's wrist. He's saying goodbye to the bracelet, and saying hello to his future.The omega had snapped his fingers after a long moment of stares - contemplation and scrutiny, worth considering - ordering wordlessly for the alpha guards to bring forth what appears to be a basket and long cloth tucked inside of it."You are no match for me, you know." Xiaolei mentions, like it's a fact or as if he's hiding something, coy smile hidden behind a pear he takes small bites from when they're both sitting on the picnic-blanket splayed out on the grass. "You'd be wise not to fraternize with the likes of me, alpha." His lashes bat playfully--as if a lure."Consort--" Jian smirks, mostly to himself because the rays shine through the trees so perfectly upon the flower of his choice--and he doesn't care; he'll willingly be caught hook line and sinker. "--is what I think you meant to say."That of a nymph in elaborate garments, Xiaolei shrugs, sinister when he smiles, "I tend to be fatal." He says with a shrug.And then with a flick of his wrist--it's another wordless order that has one of the alpha guards pulling out a pistol, that's placed against Jian's head from behind.Cold metal. Weight of wealth and death so easily toyed with.Perhaps it's a game or a test, Xiaolei is never really so sure himself why he pushes alphas so far. But he's pleasantly pleased with the outcome when Jian is quick on his feet and swiftly disarms the guard, the pistol in his own hands in seconds and aiming it back up at the opposing alpha guard with a growl."Competent," The omega hums, perhaps mesmerized--saying it as if it's a blatant possibility; "proficient, I'm sure." And then he's delicately placing a hand on the barrel of the gun, lowering it with a gentle motion. Jian raises a brow but complies, much to the guard's relief."Now, now." Xiaolei tsks, taking the gun into his own hands, "No need for violence just yet." and then he is--as swiftly as the breeze, disassembling the pistol; releases the mag, presses the tab, removes the pin, pulls the slide from the lower receiver--it all falls apart in seconds.Jian's brows meet in the middle, furrowed. It finally occurs to him. "W-Who are you?" He asks. Suddenly he's wondering why exactly there are guards around for this particular omega.He doesn't know that this is the most dangerous creature in the meadow of glitz and gleam, here in silks and beautiful beyond belief.Xiaolei looks effortlessly ethereal with pieces of a pistol on his lap. "It more-so has to do with what family I belong to--is the question."And it turns out the divine omega delicately positioned before him, is an heir in the most powerful crime family in all of China; the beautiful offspring of illegal activity--they call him the pink Oleander, because he's the type of flower that can kill. The most poisonous. Photosynthesis has him growing into reign with endless power and command over ruthless alphas.He's no sort of lamb at all. Just the prettiest little wolf with the sharpest of claws because they were given to him, along with a silver-spoon type of freedom.Jian's not so sure what he's getting himself into, taking it upon himself to walk the omega back towards the party by sundown, hands in his pockets again maybe because now they're sweating. He doesn't know what in specific has him nervous, but he has always wanted to become part of something more. So he doesn't mind pursuing the absurd and wiping his hands on his pants. Xiaolei is a type of poison he could condition himself to bare."Where did you get this?" The suddenly intimidating omega asks, innocent and incredibly petite by the alpha's side."It was given to me," Jian has always wanted to hold a position of utmost power someday. "a gift." Because all he'd known when growing up, was stealing fruit from the market where he'd have to out-run angry shop-keepers, lost in the labyrinth of the slums--where not even the sun can penetrate, raindrops endlessly dripping from clotheslines across buildings."A young child offered it to me," He recalls dirt in a foreign land, walking through the wasteland of a neighborhood with his rifle by his side. "while my platoon was returning back to base." The bracelet had been the only shiny thing amongst the destruction, not entirely sure if he even deserved such a gift from a child now without a home."It's cute," Xiaolei turns his wrist to study the little pink flower. "but, a silly thing to give to an alpha, don't you think?" He asks with an inquisitive stare, innocent with plush lips and doe-eyes. Such a pretty, pretty wolf sharpening it's claws."I think he thought that, maybe I had an omega back home to give it to, at the time."Xiaolei plucks a petal off of a flower in the garden as they stroll, "Are you saying that you've chosen me, then--as your omega?" An eyebrow is raised, delicate fingers twiddling the petal slowly."When a catch presents itself, an alpha must stake his claim whenever, and however he can.""Hmm," Upon entering the ballroom - amidst chatter around decorated tables and fancy silverware - Xiaolei taps his lips in thought. "would you kill for me?" He asks, out-right and simple, leading the alpha to the formal dance-floor. His claws are sinking in and Jian gives him all of the best leverage points.Would he kill for such a beauty?It's a question that could be a deal-breaker, in the omega's world. Something essential to becoming part of the family; a severe initiation method in this particular land of the wealthy and immortal.Jian tells himself he's kidding, not really taking the question all too seriously--even though he somewhat means it when he responds, "Most definitely." because essentially, at this point he'd kill to win Xiaolei, kill to keep him. But maybe he'd also kill just to appease him. He can be a big bad wolf, too. Being out on the war-front has made him merciless at times. He knows what it's like to do what it takes to survive, to go from nothing to then thriving. His life has always been a battle-zone; from the slums to the other side of the world to now, amidst the wealthy dangers.And easily falling into rhythm with the fluid motions on the dance-floor, Jian has his arm out for the omega to place his smaller hand into his own, leading him in a dance where rich fabrics flow and flutter across the dance-floor beautifully.Xiaolei asks when Jian pulls him in close to dip him, "Would you die for me?" serious in tone, but frisky in expression; a bite of the lip and doe-like eyes twinkling beneath the chandelier fixtures. He's clinging tight to the alpha's muscles, triggering all sorts of sensations.And it's a more complicated question than the last, one that Jian can't seem to brush off as playful nearly as much.With a shrug, Xiaolei in his arms, he says, "Why not." gently pulling the omega back up-right, holding him close.And in the middle of the dance-floor, a soft press of lips occurs with petite arms around broad shoulders, silver bracelet reflecting in the shimmering lights. Things grow so fond so quickly. Chemistry or something between them in the air has things looking like forever when they hold gazes."I hope you're ready." Xiaolei murmurs breathlessly, lips brushing against the alpha's. "To be with me; is to exist hazardously mortal."Jian doesn't respond in words, only lifts the smaller's chin to kiss him once again. It's something he thinks he's sealing, or making a promise with. It feels like something monumentally right, while also forged in the heart of a dying star.But he doesn't care.At this point, with Xiaolei, Jian doesn't mind the idea of going out with a bang. This is the most of anything he's ever had. It's the best kind of poison to taint him--the type he inhales and relishes in because somehow he's higher off of it than anything else before.It's the start of something. The beginning of a king.

In the back of his mind, Kyungsoo's got a list of things he'd told himself he wouldn't be anymore as he sits straddling Jongin's waist in an over-sized t-shirt and cute lavender briefs; collections of traits and promises he'd threatened himself to be better with, somehow different than who he was before. True to dispositional, internal discord, perhaps.But it's all dwindling in the face of dastardly dimples and a smirk, falling apart at the finger-tips of old bad habits and the scent of cologne-masked marijuana."If I'da known my shirts be lookin' this good on you..." Jongin is sexy this early in the morning; boxer-shorts, hair unruly, tattoos on his chest and left bicep that he'd gotten done months ago, and slight five-o'clock shadow to boot--he's dangerous. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes atop dastardly, "You'd what?" He's already scoffing, fingers tracing the black lines on muscled tan skin."Well," His voice tastes like chocolate drizzling over fruit, preposterously sultry but understatedly sweet. "I woulda got'chu outta them clothes a long time ago, is what."In the alpha's room the morning after last nights fiasco at the club, Kyungsoo's got a black eye that pulsates, it's a slight lesser evil than the pounding in his head from his regained sobriety but it's vexing all the same. He wonders if he has regrets for a moment until he realizes, of course he does.He groans in grogginess early in the morning only to wince when his eye hurts--stinging like a bitch.Jongin's room is a mess, clothes hanging off the headboard of his bed and liquor bottles varying the line of half empty or half full on the cluttered nightstand. His large hands are warm on the smaller's hips, dimple on his handsomely sly face so tempting and alluring. Kyungsoo feels like he needs to take a shower, but he doesn't--won't. Instead, Jongin is a touch of gentle when he runs a finger through the omega's hair, sitting up to place a kiss where it tickles on Kyungsoo's neck, saying softly, "He never shoulda swung on you like that, toots." he rests his head on the smaller's shoulder, growling, "Omegas are fuckin' off-limits."It's a grim sort of mumble, something deep and husky, reminiscent of a threat as if--if he had the chance, Jongin'd change everything and how it all played out. Somehow Kyungsoo resists his body's natural instinct to shiver--enticed, so affectionately drawn in. He feels secure here. Warm. Comfortable in dishonor."Better me than Luhan I guess," The omega shrugs, Jongin hugging around his waist now. "cuz to be honest I think even a single little flick of a finger woulda shattered his brittle-ass bones." It's a joke, something he says with a roll of the eyes because today, they're less of enemies than they were before, Luhan and Kyungsoo.Not so much in ceaseless omega discord, anymore. Maybe just frenemies now.Jongin then rolls them over so that Kyungsoo's head hits the pillow, thin legs still wrapped around his waist. He gives the omega a peck on the lips, and then another, and then a slower one that lasts longer and leaves their noses touching afterwards. He might be crushing--or falling.Jongin tastes like last nights sixth shot of tequila with a slight cigarette after-taste, it almost gets Kyungsoo tipsy again."Yeah Sehun woulda prolly gone n' got himself locked up for the bitch. There'da been a murder on that dancefloor fa-sho.""Tch," Kyungsoo can't help but roll his eyes at the alpha again, smiling. "romantic."And he's got a bunch of things from last night that he probably, specifically regrets - things the newer version of himself is supposed to care about, perhaps be better by - but, ending up here slightly still buzzed and in the arms of Jongin, isn't one of them. "Like a kiss in the rain?" The alpha smirks.Kyungsoo softly drags a finger along Jongin's jaw where it's slightly prickly this early in the morning. "Somethin' like that."And for a moment he thinks that maybe Minho was absolutely right--which of course he is. There's nothing ever wrong about Choi Minho. What he'd said before wasn't untrue; Kyungsoo is Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo is always going to be, Kyungsoo. Flawed.The omega sighs on insecurity he doesn't let flicker before Jongin's eyes. Because a tussle at the nursing home, his slutty incident with Kris and Chanyeol, and then the brawl at the night club; Kyungsoo one year later - with a kid and so many things he promised himself to be better than - hasn't changed at all. Trashy.I like you... I think I really, really do...Kyungsoo is and always will be, just, Kyungsoo. For better or for worse.But I cannot be with you...Lost cause.He was never going to be good enough for Minho, and he knows that, realizes it fully now. The tears from last night have dried and today he's breathing in the degenerate alpha's natural scent, accepting perhaps all that he deserves, when Jongin says he's taking the omega out-and-about for the day just because."Why?" Kyungsoo asks, scrutinizing.Jongin grabs the smaller's ass, "Just because bitch. Now do as I say--c'mon, let's go."Because he has things that compel him. Something that entices him. Someone to pursue. Because it matters.Things Jongin can't control about himself.The sun shows itself in full today, so the alpha cups a hand over his eyes."Asher--say ahhh," Kyungsoo coos as he crouches down by the baby's stroller, popping a gummy snack into the smaller's mouth when he opens wide, holding the turtle balloon that's on a plastic stick in his tiny hand. A trip to the zoo is something Kyungsoo decides to use to get over his self-inflicted sorrows, Jongin leaning back against the railing of the hippopotamus exhibit, facial expression scrunched for a multitude of reasons.It smells. It's hot. There are too many children running around.And it's a date. Not so romantic, just something cutely casual and Asher-friendly. I'm takin' yo ass out on a date, a'ight, Jongin had less than asked when he'd rolled them both out of his bed earlier that morning. Kyungsoo hadn't gotten the shower he'd wanted, but instead settled with, ugh, a'ight fine. But I hope you know Asher is comin' too so don'tchu say no shit about it."I'm tryna see the wolves." Jongin mentions whilst scratching near his ribs, looking around for potential signs or directions. "Or maybe like--the lions n' shit. Yoooo--that'd be hella tight.""No." Kyungsoo had pouted, pushing the stroller along again. "That's too scary for Asher. We gon' go see some cute shit first, like the penguins or somethin'." Jongin easily falls in stride after a groan, hands in pockets, Kyungsoo cooing, "Ain't that right Ash, ya wanna go see some GuinGuins?" The baby omega only waves around the turtle balloon."Everyone be starin' at us hella," Jongin mutters as they stroll the exhibits. "or is that just me?" He can't help but notice the looks."Hmm, well," Kyungsoo stops Asher in front of the glass where the penguins are waddling before their pool of water. "I'm pretty sure it's cuz it looks like you beat me or somethin'." He mentions with a subdued snicker, gesturing to his black eye.Jongin intakes a sharp breath, brows furrowing. "Motherfuck--" He glances around nervously, "wow...fuckin' great..."Kyungsoo mocks, "Omega-beater." before they continue on the date with endlessly inquiring eyes, one bypassing omega even placing a hand on his shoulder with a sorrowful look, squeezing to reassure that he'll be okay. Kyungsoo can't help but giggle throughout, Asher in bliss as he's held up near the glass in front of the exotic birds, while Jongin angrily sighs every time another alpha glares his way for having a bruised omega at his side.It's unfavorable implications."I ain't that kinda alpha." He keeps muttering to no one in particular.Bouncing Asher in his arms, Kyungsoo kisses his squishy cheek and asks, "What kinda alpha are you then, hmm?" Somewhat still mocking as they bypass the birds of paradise, Jongin the one pushing the empty stroller now."Well I ain't no saint or nothin', but I at least like to think I'ma decent guy or whatever--shit."Kyungsoo rubs soft circles on Asher's back, "Okay, well," he turns to Jongin and emphasizes what matters to him most, "If we're gonna be a thing--this whole you n' me thing or whatever--" Asher rests his head in the crook of Kyungsoo's neck, the omega bouncing him gently. "--then you're gonna need to be a little more than just decent."They hold gazes for a moment amidst children ooh-ing and aww-ing up against the glass in the background, Kyungsoo looking from Jongin, then to Asher in his arms, and then back again."Decent ain't gonna cut it, fuckface." Because Asher is always going to be every thought, every decision, every choice made. He's what comes first--everytime.And maybe for a second Jongin contemplates if it's worth it, if he's up for everything that comes with this; Him and Kyungsoo, and Asher. "Yeah." Resolute, he nods to himself. "I hear you, toots." Hands in his pockets. He has a lot to consider, he realizes.And debatably it's a lot to ask from an alpha from the streets - raised in the system, just like Kyungsoo was except not really - Jongin is a product of foster-living as well, something he shares about himself as they commence their date over ice-cream in the food-court, Asher sipping on milk as he nods off in his stroller."It ain't like how it is for all ya'll omegas and betas," Jongin says whilst scratching a brow, trying to keep a low-profile from all the disapproving eyes aimed his way thanks to Kyungsoo's bruised one. "alphas don't get to live in foster homes or be raised by foster parents or nothin'. Nah--we stay in old airplane hangars that the city's gone n' repurposed for housing us alphas.""Yeah," Kyungsoo's peeling off the wrapper on his cone as he licks away. "so what's that even like in there? Heard it's shittier than all hell."Jongin shrugs. "It's rough. Basically boot camp without the uniforms. Drill sergeants for parental figures n' shit. Breakfast and dinner at specific times everyday, tough chores, uncomfortable bunk-beds for rooms full of adolescent douche-bags." Jongin feigns a smile with teeth. "Paradise, basically.""Clearly." Kyungsoo licks a drip over the rim of his cone, squinting against the gleaming sun in the afternoon. "So, did your parents die or somethin'?""Nah," Jongin's already finished with his and is sucking chocolate off his thumb. "just rich."Kyungsoo halts his motions, "What'chu mean?" a skeptical glance.Jongin shrugs, "I ain't give no sorta fucks about 'em.""You're tellin' me you coulda grown up a fuckin' rich kid, and yet you still ended up in the system--the fuck?"Jongin glances over his shoulder, swearing he sees an old couple talking to the security guard about him, so he deems it a better time than any that they leave before an angry mob forms over his false abuse crime. "I never got along with my parents." He says, ducking under the steering-wheel of a car he's trying to hot-wire in the parking-lot. "Age six they ditched me, and I was all but happy to get the fuck up outta there."Halfway to their next destination - in which Jongin discloses is an amusement park thirty minutes away - he pulls the license plates off the vehicle and switches them with another car in the parking-lot of a random movie theater, so that the cops will have an even harder time tracking it down.Kyungsoo doesn't even bat a lash at the alpha's hoodlum antics. Admittedly he even finds it to be a turn-on--which says a lot."I'm just glad this car already had a carseat in the back.""See," Jongin winks over at the omega, "I think of you, I'm responsible." he'd chosen the car wisely, that reason specifically.It's weird for him--fitting a baby into the equation. He's doing a lot more than he'd ever typically do for an omega. And when they arrive at the amusement park, Asher is giddy from all the people and noises, giggling endlessly from the lights and attractions. The first thing they do is take him to the smaller rides, Kyungsoo placing the baby omega in a small boat that rides in a circle in a small pool while all the parents sit on the side-lines and watch with glee."It's his first ride." Kyungsoo's says, eyes twinkling, smiling brighter than the taller's ever seen him do it before.Jongin wonders if everyone else sees them as young parents, here. Just a teen couple with a baby too soon maybe. Right now, he doesn't really know what he wants to see with Kyungsoo; the world or nothing at all; between them, what they are, what could be, all that it might entail.Asher's laughter is bright. He's all that Kyungsoo pays attention to when it chimes, waving excitedly at the little infant when the ride circles around.Jongin knows that some things are just certain and true, and will always be the case.Asher is the center of Kyungsoo's universe."I feel like I'ma be jumped any minute I fuckin' swear." The alpha comments as they sit on a bench after a long while of enjoying the commencing night, more and more people glaring at him because Kyungsoo is the small omega with a bruised eye and a cute baby on his lap. It looks too much like domestic violence to be comfortable.One omega even harshly calls Jongin a "Monster" in passing because of the smaller's battered-looking state beside him.Jongin sighs, wiping a hand down his face. "I didn't do nothin'!""Ohh, quit bein' so sensitive, fuckface." The omega teases with a dismissive wave whilst feeding Asher on his lap. "You know people don't know how to mind they own fuckin' business." Kyungsoo tries blowing a lock of hair out of his face. "Now, can you fix my fringe for me? It's gettin' in my eyes n' shit.""Sure." Jongin sighs, reaching over--to which, Kyungsoo makes sure to exaggeratedly flinch away from the taller's hand, hugging Asher close.It makes on-lookers gasp and a few stop in their tracks, Jongin's hand hovering in the air, brows furrowed in confusion until he realizes--"You fuckin' did that shit on purpose you lil' bitch." Because when people stop and cast him disapproving looks, it's because Kyungsoo has masterfully orchestrated it and framed him of a false crime, mocking him with a giggle that Kyungsoo can't contain. He can barely control himself when he chuckles out, "I-I'm sorry ahah. Sorry." He's rocking Asher slowly in his arms with a tear of laughter sliding down his cheek. "I couldn't help it--it was too easy.""That was fucked up." Jongin deadpans, glancing over his shoulder every few feet on their way back to the car."You're a piece of shit." A random beta comments in passing along the way upon noting Kyungsoo's purple-ish hue. The alpha sighs and grumbles and slowly fumes a silent string of curses.And miraculously Jongin doesn't get jumped by a bunch of alphas in the parking-lot; a held breath let out on the car ride back across town where Kyungsoo no longer lives in a shitty, falling apart house, but a newly renovated apartment in the modern part of town. Jongin tries to look at Kyungsoo with different eyes beneath the twinkle of the fancier street-lights and cleaner sidewalks when they arrive; a familiar smudge of harsh reality in a fancy new package.He's a fish out of water. Just a cute little focal point standing out all too sorely like a thumb--or finger--maybe a middle-finger, like the one Kyungsoo is currently holding up as he holds Asher close and walks away backwards up to the front steps of the entrance, Jongin standing against the side of the car with his arms crossed."That's for makin' me enjoy the date," Kyungsoo pulls his keys from his pocket, one arm busy with holding Asher still. "asshole."Jongin smirks. "Slut." All he sees is the omega he'd unknowingly succumb to one year ago. It's all the same. He hasn't changed. And considering the new rich and bustling neighborhood the omega lives in now, Jongin is relieved. He likes Kyungsoo this way--rough around the edges.Kyungsoo's sticking out his tongue as the door closes behind him, "Fuckface." he mocks at the alpha as he leaves him on the sidewalk.The omega's heart is doing tumbles when they're apart, out of sight, ascending in the elevator beyond the point of no return.And it's a mixture of feelings and things that form alliances in the war that's raging on in his internal conflict sort of self-improvement. He's either wanting to be better and be in Minho's world, or he's falling back into who he helplessly is and perpetually making the wrong decisions.Jongin could be one of those.Kicking his shoes off by the door the way Minho doesn't like it, to laying Asher down in his crib in the room, to scooping much needed ice-cream into one of the many bowls he's stolen from restaurants, Kyungsoo mulls over which alpha he really should put most of his energy into.Kyungsoo, where did you get this? Minho always looks skeptical at the new silverware in the cupboards that have restaurant logos on them. You seriously got to quit stealing stuff from fancy establishments, it's wrong.If it were Jongin, Kyungsoo thinks the degenerate alpha would probably help him take even more things that aren't for free.What'chu want, toots? I'ma get it for you. And honestly, are there any more romantic words? Kyungsoo gets slightly turned on just thinking about the potential prospect. He sighs around ice-cream on his spoon.But eventually his thoughts of who is better and what he should want - Minho, Jongin, refined good guy, or charming scoundrel - are cut short of maddening when there is a sudden knock on the door.It's too early for Minho to be back from work already, so Kyungsoo's brows are furrowed as he sets down his bowl of ice-cream and shuffles to the door.When he squints through the peep-hole, on the other side he sees a beautiful omega with silky black locks, adorned in expensive draping fabrics and gold trinkets in his hair."Hello?" He calls, opening the door slowly.He's only just about Kyungsoo's height, slim and beautiful and glowing, smile soft but not necessarily radiantly friendly."Do Kyungsoo." He says, entering without even asking. "So you're the one worth all this trouble."Beautiful eyes roam about the walls, judging and yet so blatantly indifferent when he turns back towards Kyungsoo with a glare."How very underwhelming you are." With a few steps, he becomes dangerous. "No matter,"

He'd done it about a million times--dabble in the white filth of surreal confidence and numbness. So comfortable with taking the plunge against coffee tables and reflective surfaces nose first. Familiar with an inhale that leaves him dreamlike and all too confident beyond reason--therefore he hadn't heeded a thing.Minseok recalls blurry vision and the weight of something heavy on his chest, before waking up on stale cotton and with an i.v. in his arm.Beep..... beep...... beep...... beep.....This time, he feels less than invincible.And seeing Jongdae for what could have been the last time - with that wide-eyed, worried expression that makes him look reminiscent of an anime character - is like when he'd seen Jongdae for the first time; through the webcam of a computer screen years ago on a site a little too embarrassing to ever admit to anyone but each other.Something about meeting on a random chat site, where Minseok was seventeen and wanting to feel cute on camera in tiny shorts that showed off his ass nicely, while Jongdae swore he was seventeen going on eighteen and little too easily turned on by anything visually omega, it's a secret that they never tell.Minseok had tripped over his chair through the screen and Jongdae had gasped out-loud, lunging forward and asking if Minseok was okay. Any sense of sensual virtual foreplay had been lost the moment Minseok had climbed back up onto the screen and they'd come face-to-face in pixels. With a blush, Minseok had scratched his head and said, y-yeah... Periodically after that, they webcam almost daily, learn a few things about each other along the way.And their first real-life encounter had gone a little far from planned. Whoa...w-wait a minute... I-I thought that--h-hold on...you're not an omega? Jongdae hadn't realized he was about to meet his best-friend just then instead. No, I'm not... And Minseok could have sworn that the former's puppy-dog face and quirky smile meant he was an omega, too. So... okay... you're not an omega either?Jongdae had been so dramatic when he'd tossed his hands in the air, backpack on his back and round glasses on his face as he'd shouted, H-Hell no! I am definitely not an omega!Whoops...Safe to say, the only reason they'd flourished into more than just strangers, is a multitude of common denominators in interests and ideas; fascinated by nerdy inclinations, compelled by warped senses of humor, and unified by a mutual understanding of intellectual computer technology and skill.By nineteen they'd cracked efficiency of the deep web. Just mild masters of the virtual black market.One day Minseok had been behind his laptop screen while Jongdae had been rebuilding his, asking so casually, wanna try coke? Because Jongdae has a cousin who sells them weed on weekends and thus it is a gateway, to which, with an inquiring lean over his shoulder and staring at the screen in front of them, Jongdae had seen the surprisingly cheap price listed and said, ehh, sure, why the hell not?"M-Minseok," There are sounds of footsteps on the hospital floor out in the hall, distant beeps on machines. "h-hey, how are you feeling?"There's a word to describe the way his limbs feel, how the tightness in his throat bothers him, or the sensation traveling all along his skin makes him groan. But instead, when he sees Jongdae sitting there at his bedside with that familiar wide-eyed expression, Minseok says, "Regretful..."He'd take back the past if he could erase what the present currently looks like; Jongdae's worry in the dim light."Sorry..." The beta beneath the covers mutters weakly whilst lowering his gaze in shame. "Overdosing isn't fun--" There's a clip on his finger tracking his heart-rate. It quickens when he lifts his gaze again. "--for everyone..."Jongdae's about to say something--probably reprimand, deservingly--but the door bursts open and Jongin is there saying, "Ay!" there's a bandage wrapped around his head from Kyungsoo's swing, "so is he dead or what?"A twitch of a brow, Jongdae is the one that growls, "No, but I wish it were you that was."Minseok makes a face, "Damn."Jongin might just have a concussion like the doctor had said. "A'ight first off A.) rude." He's wobbly on his feet when Kyungsoo comes hurriedly steadying him at his side. "and B.) shut'cho punk-ass up Jongdae, we the ones that got ya'll fools here in the end now ain't we?"It's not worth the retort that'll inspire more banter, so Jongdae clenches his jaw by Minseok's side and mutters to himself, "Unbelievable." He's not entirely sure if inviting Jongin back into town just for some cheap weed was even worth it now. He's insufferable. "Douche bag."A myriad of emotions and conflicting thoughts - such as regret for swinging the bat at the party, but Jongin is still such a fucking tool so maybe he deserved it - renders Kyungsoo a variation of compliant; just clinging to Jongin's arm, attentive and more-so just holding him up because even still, the degenerate alpha is a little wobbly on his feet.That fucking college fraternity party was a shit-show."Thanks for helping, Kyungsoo." Jongdae says, genuine in tone because the omega was the one who had enlisted Sehun's help, getting Minseok and Jongin to the hospital at the expense of a few red traffic-lights driven straight through at nearly sixty miles per hour."Hey," Sehun cuts in, roughly shoving Jongdae in the shoulder. "I fuckin' helped too, beta.""Yeah, show the fuckin' man some respect." Jongin adds, smacking the beta upside the head, only earning Jongin the small omega's nails digging into his arm. "Quit bein' mean to him." Kyungsoo criticizes with a frown.This hospital room is turning into a shit-show, too.And in the dim of light, with stale cotton at his fingertips and a monitor of his heart-rate, Minseok's pretty sure he doesn't want any of these particular people here, regularly in his life. "What have we done..." He whispers to Jongdae, contemplating if ending up in a coma would have been a better alternative than this current trash. "Hurry, put me under."Jongin rolls up his sleeve, "Why you ungrateful lil shi--"However, when Jongin and Sehun have finished tormenting Jongdae in particular, "Look," both betas offer their future services to the petite omega. "if there's ever anything you need," Jongdae's stare holds so much assurance as he promises, "we gotchu."Kyungsoo purses his lips in confusion, brows furrowed. "Thanks I guess?" He's unsure of what this means."We can get you anything." Minseok says, right before Jongdae adds, "You need a fake ID? Cuz we can get you one, free.""Uh... I'm from the streets," Kyungsoo points out, "so I've already got one. Had one. But thanks again." Everyone--even Hanbin--has a fake ID. Currently Kyungsoo can be a false twenty-two year old by the name of Do Seungsoo, if he feels like it. Easy."Well, if you ever think of anything you need," Jongdae calls after Kyungsoo as he and the two dim-wit alphas are leaving, nearing two o'clock in the morning. "like I said--we gotchu." Pointedly.The omega is still not sure what that entirely means.But on the ride home, with Jongin's head on Kyungsoo's lap yet again in the backseat, while the omega replies to illuminating text messages from a worried shitless Minho, the unruly alpha staring up at the smaller says, "You're hella lucky ya know." He says it like he's thinking, mulling it over. Jongin looks cute when he tries to use his brain.Kyungsoo's multi-tasking so therefore he's distracted when he replies, "For what?" cellphone screen lighting up his face."Jongdae's a dumb-shit, but he's hella smart."The omega rolls his eyes, deadpan as he says, "Cuz that made sense." baffled at Jongin's ability of contradiction."Nah forreal," Unwarrented, the alpha stretches even though there's not enough space for him to do so in the backseat of this stolen car. "Jongdae and Minseok can hook you up with fuckin' anything you prolly want. I'm jealous. They'll never hook me up for nothin'."At first--for now, it's not all that enticing nor compelling, seeing as how all Kyungsoo wants to do is just go get Asher from his foster siblings and then go home and go to sleep. It's been a hell of a long day. Minho is losing his mind impressively within two-hundred characters or less, so it's stressful."Just hush." Kyungsoo says, lightly thumping Jongin's bandage around his head.The alpha shuts his eyes with a chuckle, grasping the omega's smaller hand so he can place a kiss to the soft skin he's secretly missed against his lips for a little over a year.In time, Kyungsoo will need Jongdae and Minseok's help more than he'll ever know.

Semblance of a delicate flower with a gentle touch, this is how Luhan's omega father portrays himself in grace; words soft as petals falling to the floor, presence sweet as nectar when doors are opened for him and he enters a room with alphas endlessly at his disposal.They'll do anything for him, commit anything he needs of them in devotion.Angelic ultimatums of the contradictory kind, the regal Chinese omega is a thing of beautiful danger at it's finest.Or at least that's what people say; he's ethereal, heavenly divine. An Oleander blossoming in the sun. It's all accentuated by the extravagance of attire, so sensational in silks and long robes, jewels draped across his forehead and trinkets glittering in gold as he saunters down the lavish corridors of the mansion, tall henchmen in Armani suits following his every step, closely and dutifully.The long silk fabric of his sleeves, they drag across the marble floors until he stops in front of one of the many omega-maids standing out of the way--gaze respectfully aimed toward the floor with his back to the draping curtains next to the large window. "You." The regal omega holds his stare on the intimidated maid for a while before sighing, knowing that the other omega won't lift his gaze to meet him. He's been caught. "Apparently, whoever you thought was your friend here, clearly is not." A truth has been revealed, consequences impending from the angel of death himself.Lashes fluttering slowly, Luhan's omega father is already bored, however.He's got wedding arrangements to plan, Luhan to find for his fittings. Currently he's on his way to pay Kyungsoo a visit in revenge until this very moment in time."You've been stealing from us." He states, simple, like it's a stain on the maids ruffled apron and he's merely only pointing it out.The omega-maid is shaking in his uniform. "I-I--no. N-No, I-I---I w-wouldn't, I d-didn't.""Forks. Spoons. Silverware from the kitchen." The luxuriously dressed omega blinks slowly, listing off the things that have gone missing gradually over time. "There are only expensive things in this house," The hallway is silent with guards behind dark shades that wait like statues, other omega-maids timid against the walls with their gazes held low. "I could only imagine those pieces of silverware could go for, one--two--maybe three-hundred each, alone." He blinks again, once slowly, twice quickly before his gaze becomes scrutinizing. "Quite the pretty penny for a commoner.""N-No, I-I... I didn't--d-don't know. I-I..." He tries to deny fault, voice shrinking into nothing.But hands in his sleeves and fabric hitting the floor, the poisonous flower holds his bored gaze on the nervous omega. "You've been ratted out, sweetheart. Backstabbed." The gold trinkets in his hair don't move he's standing so still. "Luckily for you, my ex-husband has a soft spot for omegas--believes in chivalry and all that it entails; no hitting or hurting of omega-kind, no violence--to the point of no penalty, really."A glimmer of hope shows itself in the gulp and the subtle lift of the eyes that the guilty omega emits, meeting the other's displeased gaze."Now, un-luckily for you, I'm here now." This is the first moment the lavish omega turns his gaze away, looking down the corridor. "I hold no sense of that same sentiment." And that is when the omega-maid's brows furrow for a second, confused about what he means, until, "Mercy can be the first step in the fall of a kingdom." And then beautiful dark eyes are directed back at him, full of discontent in a single look."You have siblings." It's not a question. "Parents, too," Luhan's omega father speaks soft like falling flower petals. "divorced but still live under the same roof. Even have a family pet, I hear."The omega-maid doesn't nod, only trembles.And then with an indifferent sigh, a silver pistol is pulled from the long draping sleeves, and the royal omega pushes the weapon onto the chest of one of the Armani-clad henchmen closest to his side."Pay them all a visit," He says, casual--like bidding a simple farewell in the evening. "make sure he watches. And then he goes last." With a dismissive wave, the command has been made, the beautiful omega walking away in expensive strides, expensive silk following behind him."N-No! P-Please!" Tears are quick to fall.But strong arms are already restraining petite limbs, his feather-duster falling from his hands and clattering to the marble floor as he's hauled away and out of the mansion."Now," The delicate Oleander floats on measured strides, minions following obediently awaiting order. "where is Luhan?" There's a huff of a breath he emits in rhythm with the jingle of his gold trinkets in his hair, endlessly frustrated with his omega son's innate ability to disappear whenever it's time for wedding arrangements and primping.There are circlet crowns and jeweled necklaces in variation that need to be compared, a mix-match of wedding attire that needs to be fitted and measured and worn in front of a trifold vanity mirror. An omega that of which is a product of his time--as well as status--Luhan's father will have nothing less than regal opulence."Jackson," He calls, pushing open corridor double-doors, where said Chinese alpha is taking a bite out of a pear, leaning against the kitchen counter with utmost indifference. "where is your betrothed?" Like always, he's got his secretive cellphone out and there's something he's keeping solely to himself. "I dunno," Jackson says in a casual air, forced effervescence as it's calculated, pushing off the counter into a laid-back stride. "but I'll go n' see if I can find him."It's with the slightest of an eyebrow twitch - which is barely a hint of any actual vexed emotion from him - that the deceptively angelic omega let's show. "Yes," He says, calm, lacing his fingers together inside his long over-flowing sleeves. "please see to it that you do."There is a wedding to plan. A merge of two individuals to unite a future business endeavor, a familial compromise for the sake of complete and utter sovereignty.Jackson salutes on his way out of the room, shooting a subtle glance laced with a loaded look equivelant to a man seeing something he's been longing to witness for a very long time. He's got a goal, an objective.But Luhan's father doesn't notice--is already floating away in robes and his most poised of frustrations, "Now, where was I--" barely sighing at the thought of ceaselessly trying to mold what keeps falling apart or running away. This wedding is like a puzzle shattering repeatedly. "--ah, yes. That's right. I have an omega to visit across town now." An angel away from heaven - an Oleander plucked from his garden - he longs to return back to his kingdom, but for some reason--maybe multiple, that are unbeknownst to him--Luhan and now even Jackson, are causing this wedding to drag out longer than it rightfully should."Come now, boys." He beckons with a flick, intent on letting no one slip through the cracks. "My son Kris deserves retribution."It's like reigning in water-currents, putting petals back onto the stem of a dying flower, holding in his urge to lash out and pull a trigger for no real reason.Something is destined to erupt.

Luhan ducks around corners and flutters across the wide halls in traditional pearl white silks, avoiding the house-maids and the ever-patrolling alpha henchmen that roam the estate.One of the omega maids is being taken away and ushered into the back of a tinted van, kicking and screaming, tears rushing down his face. On a clear sunny day, Luhan watches through one of the large windows on the third floor before hurrying down the curtained corridor and ducking into one of the grand-halls, where he finds Sehun waiting for him behind the heavy red show-curtains on the theater stage that magicians and songstresses used to perform on for him when he was younger.He's leaning against a stack of chairs, lingering in the dark with his cellphone illuminating the handsome features Luhan's allowed himself to become a casualty by. "You couldn't be more specific with your text message?" The peroxide-blond omega scolds, having had to guess which grand-hall Sehun wanted to meet him in."You look," Tall, chiseled, hair quaffed a little messily to one side, it's as if Sehun's one to talk when he says, "beautiful."In a matter of steps the alpha is in front of him and radiating the heat Luhan yearns for, causing him to flush from his cheeks and flutter his lashes low because sometimes Sehun's gazes burn they're so intense.Perhaps it scares him--because perhaps it means something that he can't promise. A future they can probably never have. Luhan's Baba is now in town, now in this very mansion. He'd skipped out on another wedding fitting again, which he's sure his omega father will be upset about."So this is the look, huh?" Sehun's large hands scorch on his hips even through the expensive fabric. "The one for the wedding n' what not?" This close, he incinerates. It's the best feeling Luhan's ever fallen victim to, died by, slow and so surely.Together they kill each other everyday."Well," Luhan leans into his touch, resting his head against the taller's chest. "sort of," he relishes in Sehun's scent, savors the moments like these where he can rest in the alpha's fortifying arms. "it's only one of the many options my Baba has picked out for me.""Hmm," His chin is on top of Luhan's head, locks the smell of floral shampoo and the signature scent that is the omega of his dreams. "well, I hope you ain't mind me being' a perv, but--" Sehun hooks a finger in the ribbon that's tied around Luhan's waist, loosening the belt. "--I think this'll look better off you than on you."The silk ribbon slides and falls, silent against the stage floor in the dark.And when Luhan pouts and looks up at Sehun who's looking back down at him with a teasing expression, the alpha asks, "What'chu think, snowflake?"It's been a long time coming. A mutual longing left unspoken between the rare moments of no watchful eyes and listening ears. The pull of lust in their brewing love has been a monster festering in the depths of their warmth, sinister and dangerous and potentially so perfect. And for Luhan, also kind of scary.He'd been meaning to give it away to his husband--the one to take his hand and make him say I do--that one being, Jackson Wang by default. It's inner-turmoil perpetually on his mind at night when he's tossing and turning in his gigantic bed, only thinking of Sehun and what he would rather have with him instead.All his life he'd been told this was for the alpha he'd be tied to in matrimony.But Luhan's come to reason that he wants his first time to be with someone he cherishes, someone he wants to reveal himself fully to because he really wants to, not because he has to."I think..." So he shrugs his shoulder out of his attire, "that you're kind of a scoundrel," he giggles when he removes the clips and jewelry from his hair. "but I think I like you anyway, you peasant.""Mm," Sehun's flashing teeth as he pulls the omega in for a kiss, "feisty today, snowflake." a press of the lips has them molding in the dark, languid in a sensual dance of clothing falling to the floor - expensive fabric sliding off soft skin, and a crisp button-up ripped open and shrugged off of muscles - it's exponential danger in the form of lust.What they tempt can undo them.Luhan pauses, the taste of Sehun still on his lips as he takes a few breaths, contemplating if they should risk all that they have--what little they've salvaged in secrecy--traverse the dangerous so carelessly.But when Sehun's breath is ghosting across his face, his calloused fingers lifting the smaller's chin to inquire so softly, "You a'ight, snowflake?" it's enough to make him want what he knows he shouldn't.They end up melting to the floor, a strong arm around a petite waist, hands in hair, lips swallowing moans and affection in this stolen moment of passion. "You sure?" Sehun asks when he's nestled between Luhan's thighs and all that separates them from going all the way this time is forty-percent cotton.The thick red theater-curtains are closed, the extra chairs stacked up around them, a few tables positioned to the side. Here, this is the only place they have to themselves--no one else present to witness the moment Luhan nods his head, hair fanned out atop Sehun's blazer on the hardwood stage. The rest of the alpha's clothes are beneath the omega in an attempt to keep him comfortable."J-Just," Luhan's delicate hands are on Sehun's shoulders, the alpha hovering above him, "b-be gentle, o-okay?""Of course, snowflake." With an arm propped alongside the omega's head, he fingers with the peroxide-blond locks with a look of adoration. He'd never want to hurt what he's been chasing after for so long.And even though he's been suppressing so much carnal desire and pent up sexual tension for the regal omega - something that Sehun should have probably been regulating better by fucking a few lesser important omegas every now and then over time - he promises himself that he won't get too aggressive or overly excited.He doesn't get caught up in the moment, when he's reaching between them and massaging his fingers where Luhan leaks the slick wetness that'll aid them in bliss. Doesn't just buck right--fuck him roughly like his instincts tell him so wildly to do. He doesn't lose it, doesn't do anything rash.He's careful. Steady. Calm breaths, jaw clenched.He treats the Chinese beauty like such--like fine China, so fragile and prized--relishing in the soft whimpers and moans and lip-bites that look back up at him with so much worry and trust."H-Hang onto me," The alpha mutters when he notes Luhan clinging to his biceps and reaching for some sort of leverage to mentally prepare himself. "I'ma start fuckin' you now, so hold onto me tight, a'ight?" Sehun can feel the smaller's claws instantly digging into his back when he leans in, positioning himself at the omega's entrance.The push is tight. Met with a gasp--cry--whimper--moan, marks being made down his back in compensation. A few teeth marks on his shoulder as well with a bite to muffle a cry. But Sehun holds strong, takes the sting and coos in the omega's ear."I know," The alpha murmurs, kissing Luhan's face and brushing hair away from his eyes. "I've got a pretty big dick, I'm sorry.""Oh god. S-Shut up and just do me."Sehun doesn't need to be asked twice, thrusting in with a slow but solid rock of the hips, propelling forward with a long stroke of his cock against those tight wet walls that make him shutter and groan under his breath. "FFF-Fuck," He's been waiting a long time to do this. "that feels so fuckin' good. H-Holy shit."Luhan on the other hand, is arching and tilting his head back, mouth open and eyes wide, tears lingering in the corners where they don't fall; a mixture of pain and pleasure. His legs quake around Sehun and his nails dig in deep. His breaths are shaky."O-Oh my g-god." Luhan's biting his own fist now.With legs in the air and tangled in their mess of clothes sprawled out on the stage floor, the omega is dazzled by the bursts of color behind his closed eyelids, writhing at the kaleidoscope of sensations coursing through him as Sehun slowly starts to pick up the pace, muscles taut in motion and so powerful above him."B-Better?" The taller asks breathily, eventually maneuvering up onto his haunches where Luhan rides him with legs still wrapped around his waist.Sehun's sure to be as gentle as needed, knowing that even a portion of alpha strength can be enough to really hurt an omega.There's a twinkle in Luhan's eyes, a feign of timidness in Sehun's arms as he whimpers, "W-We s-should have done this s-sooner." bouncing in the alpha's lap with arms around broad shoulders, skin against skin, lips meeting in sensual presses and licks.It's tight pressure and slippery friction hardly on a whim, lust overflowing at the brim--where the squeeze is wet and delicious and Luhan is up against one of the tables, legs askew around Sehun to accommodate the slap of skin."O-Oh god, S-Sehun." The omega tries not to shout, toes curling.There's an arm hooked under a petite leg, eventually a hand around a throat.In the seclusion of backstage antics it's a bunch of positions tried in euphoric succession; banging on the tables, riding dick on the extra chairs, Sehun hitting it from behind right behind the curtains, until they eventually end up back on top of the discarded clothing, tangled in the expensive fabrics.Sweaty and spent is when the twist of hot pleasure bursts at the seams, ripping orgasmic ecstacy out of each other with a few final thrusts - amidst the heavy breathing, hair pulling, throat squeezing and chest rising climactic moments - that's when Luhan cries out in bliss, Sehun shooting thick ropes of cum inside of him, filling him beyond belief."I-I," Sehun's breathing is haggard. "I been s-savin' all that up," Luhan's legs are still around him, his cock nestled deep inside and twitching. "f-for you."The omega beneath him runs fingers through his own peroxide hair, rolling his eyes, "I c-can tell you're so proud."There's a toothy grin in return. "It's a talent," Both of their chests are heaving against one another. "to fill an omega up that much, snowflake."Luhan chuckles, "Oh god, please stop." lightly smacking the alpha's chest.At point-blank proximity there's a galaxy of tingling feelings between them, longing and craving and yearning--even after the bliss--and caught up in a forbidden type of romance, they're in a universe of their own. They think they're alone, existing in the vastness of space in their personal solitude behind the curtains. And perhaps there's an ache that clenches the heart at the thought of less than this; less than them, less than the two of them together. It's painful to think about.But they're not alone in the cosmos of well-kept secrets."Ahem," There's a clear of the throat to snatch their attention, a black-hole swirling into oblivion. "let me guess;" Jackson says so casually from aside the table, leaning there with his arms crossed and eyebrow raised, "it's not what it looks like?""J-Jackson." Luhan frets, clutching pieces of his discarded garment to his chest, Sehun letting up above him, jaw clenched tight.An astronomical collision feels impending. This constellation they've made for themselves is threatened by a single Chinese alpha with a thoughtful purse of the lips."No, don't say it, beautiful." He's got his hands raised, Jackson less than fuming somehow. "Don't tell me more than I need to know about this..." He twirls a finger between Luhan and the glaring alpha protecting him. "this... naughty little rendezvous thing ya'll got goin' on here."With boxer-shorts pulled on, pants buckled, Sehun is seething at the potential threat. "If you fuckin' say some shit to anyone about--""Chill, bruh." Jackson cuts in, shoving the other alpha back. "I ain't even trippin'."There's a skeptical glance, still a glare, Sehun holding still in his position--either ready to run or pounce. It's a tight-rope they're walking, facing the plunge staring right back at them with a bewilderingly lack of concern. Luhan is wrapped up in his robes, "I-I don't understand..." feeble in distress he clings behind Sehun. "J-Jackson... I-I..."Subtly, there's a smile. It's dim behind the closed curtains on the mainstage, but it's there--an upturn of the lips. Jackson turns to walk away, "If you do as I say from here on out, then I won't say." with a wink he slips through the curtains, gone.With a trembling breath the darkness swings back into place with the curtain drop, Sehun looking back at Luhan and the omega staring back at him.There's an ache that clenches the heart at the thought of less than this; less than them, less than the two of them together.It's painful to think about. Especially now.

Kyungsoo rues the day he ever let Jongin be more than just a glance. A kiss.A touch. A blow-job one inconsequential morning after a walk in the snow--it's spiraled since then. Jongin is an avalanche.Just a little over three-hundred and sixty-five days later, this is where Kyungsoo finds them; back on the same shitty frontyard that Hanbin's still never mowed the lawn to, Sehun half-parked on the curb after the visit to the hospital where Minseok almost lost his life, and Jongin lost the last brain cell he'd fuckin' had."Yo, toots." He's pulling up his sagging jeans by the belt-buckle as he follows the omega up the walkway, ignoring Sehun's call of, ay, ya'll better hurry the fuck up in there, "C'mere, I'm tryna get at'chu, babe.""Shut up," Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, front steps full of splintered wood and water-damage creaking beneath him as he digs for his old keys. "you ain't gettin' at nothin', fuckface. Don't even try it.""Oh c'monnn, don't be like that, toots." The alpha's tone is dripping with sultry poison, intent on catching his prey. "Lemme be your man." And maybe it's because he doesn't know how to take a hint, or maybe it's because the alpha is a shameless playboy. Perhaps he's just still not in the most sane of mind; still got a concussion like the doctor said--not that Jongin really gives much of a fuck about it.Stubborn douche-bag fuckery. Fuckboi disposition at it's finest."I outta swing on you again for what you did." Kyungsoo mentions, not looking back, bitter about being left to worry for an entire year, thinking that Jongin had been killed in a warehouse at the hands of a mob boss. "You're bold as fuck, you know that? Thinkin' you can just come back up into my life n' shit."The bandage around Jongin's head has his hair more unruly than usual. He can't help but feel it unravel--or something unravel, something loosen, something somewhere falling apart--so he tries to tighten the hold, not lose grip, not lose sight, not lose--"Kyungsoo,"Jongin reaches forward for the omega when the smaller starts stepping towards the door, keys now in hand. "Ay--" Jongin grabs the omega's wrist. "yo, hol' up, toots. Look, I..." His words fall short.And Kyungsoo's back is against the front door now, where the paint is chipped and police sirens can be heard echoing in the night along with the dogs barking in the alleyways. In each other's eyes there is a dare they don't make, a ledge they don't leap from. Somethings just aren't said that could save or solve their emotions.Essentially Jongin is sorry. He's never uttered those words to just about anyone in his entire life, but for some reason he finds himself itching to confess them to the omega before him, so tiny and hurt and deserving of an apology for all that he'd put the omega through over the past year. Jongin knows he should have told him he was alive, should have reassured him, should have done more than just run away.But it's too late. He doesn't know how to be more than just a degenerate selfish prick.A buzz goes off in Kyungsoo's pocket, the omega knowing it's probably yet another worried text message from Minho back at the frat party, wondering where the hell he'd disappeared off to all by himself.Nothing more is said between Jongin and Kyungsoo outside the rundown house where the porch light is dim but still flickers anyway, so the omega sighs, muttering, "I gotta get in there," turning to insert the key."Toots," But Jongin turns him back around, eyes urgent--and probably still with a concussion, not that Jongin gives a fuck what the doctor had said. "I-I never meant to do you wrong like that, a'ight? I-It wasn't supposed to go down like that--what happened last year."Somehow they're so close, Jongin holding the omega so still in his arms, Kyungsoo looking up at tall dastardly fucked up sorts of handsome staring back down at him. He wants to lean up and kiss him, or be kissed so fervently here against the front door where maybe it'll matter, maybe all can be forgiven if he is kissed like it means something."I never meant to get'chu caught up in none of my shit. It was a mistake."With Kyungsoo's thin wrist still caught in Jongin's large hand, he can't help but find that none of what he's saying is what he's upset about. It's not about the event that happened or took place in the warehouse, it's about the emotional toll--the thought of losing Jongin, the lie of death to ultimately the reality of being left behind. The insult of him coming back as if he felt he just simply could.It hurts.Reflections of the stars well up and shimmer in Kyungsoo's doe-eyes, and something inside Jongin pulls and panics, heart-rate increasing with just a look."I hate you." Kyungsoo says, feeble and small.Jongin is offensive when he moves from Kyungsoo's wrist down to his hand, lacing their fingers. "You should."It's an uninterrupted moment between them where not even Sehun honking the horn for them to hurry up is effective, Kyungsoo saying something like, "Y-You can't just come b-back into my life and think you can just have me just because you want me." Jongin on the receiving end of weak rage, "I know, toots. I know."  Sehun honks the horn again."J-Just because y-you're an alpha and you're bigger n' shit, don't mean that just cuz i'm an omega and smaller, that you can just g-grab me and take me and think that'chu can just keep me." Kyungsoo's rambling now, fighting tears that threaten on the brim. "Y-You're a fuckin' douche-bag fuckface who isn't good for me. I-I need someone better."Minho comes to mind. An alpha who can take care of him. One who has been and will continue to be a good father-figure for Asher when Chanyeol isn't around.Kyungsoo's trying to remind himself to make the better, smarter decision. Maybe the right choice.But at this close proximity with temptation; so close and stuck between chipped wood pressed to his back and chiseled features flush against him, Kyungsoo is weak in the arms of Kim Jongin and all of his suave trickery--puddy in strong persuasive hands, it's stupid."I might let you change me." The alpha says, low and intimate and only for them, like a secret.It's essentially a death-sentence, the way his breath ghosts so close against Kyungsoo's plush lips. Nail in the coffin, a quicken of pace. Heart beating faster, perhaps Kyungsoo is a goner this way, it's ridiculous.It takes a moment of averting eyes for the sake of not melting, but Kyungsoo murmurs in response, "Then maybe I'll let you chase me..."All it takes is a measly means of justification--to win Kyungsoo's pitter-patters that weaken him in the knees, he hates this it's so dizzying.This close, nothing else exists. Jongin's arms are so comfortable to rest in, neck angled up to dare a glance into deep dark eyes that don't falter for a moment, staring back down into his own--Kyungsoo's lips fall parted. He wants to be kissed so badly but he won't beg, won't even hint. He swallows something that's not really there."I don't know if I can even trust you." He says carefully.Jongin's arching down, leaning in close, arms snaking around tight till his nose brushes against Kyungsoo's, "I could be the best sorta mistake you've ever made." slowly he's pressing the petite omega against the chipped front-door, lips a breath apart.And he's clinging back, Kyungsoo with his fingers in the alpha's shirt, twisting fabric for dear life because he feels like he's falling apart, falling for the tricks, falling for the handsome stare that's compelling him, falling and falling until, he thinks he's definitely falling in--Suddenly the front-door is yanked open and he's falling backwards, gravity pulling. "F-Fuck--" Jongin stumbles forward, catching Kyungsoo in his arms. "--what the,"Awkwardly they stand conjoined in the doorway, Hanbin with the doorknob in his hand and boxer-shorts paired with a white tank-top, hair messy from waking up in the middle of the night because, "I coulda sworn I heard some shit goin' on out here.""H-Hanbin," Kyungsoo realigns, brushing down his shirt as Jongin clears his throat, "Ay. Sup bruh, wus good." giving the stoic beta a casual jut of the jaw in greeting.Hanbin ignores the gesture, practically peeling his judging eyes away from Jongin whilst following Kyungsoo inside. "Where's Minho?" He asks, Jongin being the last alpha he expected Kyungsoo to come back from the frat party with. There's an exasperated sigh, "I'll explain later."He's got Asher on the mind.The floors creak, living-room cluttered with coats left askew, school backpacks hung up on anything that'll hold. Jongin trips over the cluster of mix-matched shoes by the door, resigning to waiting by the couch for Kyungsoo to come back down the stairs he'd ascended, Hanbin waiting at the bottom of them with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and giving Jongin an emotionless look.If it were anyone else, Jongin would have probably walked right up into his face; head-butted him first and then asked questions later.But it's Kyungsoo's younger foster-brother; just a protective beta acting as the alpha of the house like he rightfully should.Jongin stuffs his hands in his pockets, head pounding only a little bit lesser now, less dizzy than before.And within the next minute, Kyungsoo's returning with Hara tailing down the stairs behind him, stopping at the bottom step and leaning on the wobbly railing, rubbing her eyes awake. There's a small bundle in the omega's arms that Jongin doesn't make sense of right away."Fuckface," Kyungsoo approaches with a fond smile aimed at the blankets in his arms. "say hello to Asher."And then it clicks. Hits hard. A static shock that sends Jongin in a panic when he realizes it's a baby that Kyungsoo is holding, walking directly straight at him. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.He makes a break for it, "T-That's n-not mine!" bolting for the door, tripping over the shoes and frantically trying to yank the door open even though he doesn't know it has to be lifted then pulled just to get it open. Eventually he dashes for the living-room window, reaching through the blinds to try and lift the window up to escape, not knowing that--that too is defective.It's nailed shut because they've had a few break-in attempts by the homeless guys around the neighborhood."Jongin!" Kyungsoo barks, "You fuckin' dumbass--he's not yours!" It's almost comical to watch Jongin try and escape out of fear of being a father, even though realistically, "We ain't ever even had sex before you fuckin' prick. Fuck you. Fucker." Kyungsoo's rolling his eyes. "Fuck."The color in the alpha's face seems to seep back in as he's slowly turning back around, "O-Oh..." realization hitting him slow, not always the brightest in the bunch. "A'ight then..." Even though at this rate it's hard for him to be sure of who he'd knocked up and who he hadn't. He never sticks around long enough to ever find out."I outta hit'chu upside that fuckin' head again just for that," Kyungsoo gestures to all of Jongin's stupidity as he walks right by him."W-Well, ay, I-I didn't--" He raises his hands in surrender, "--h-how was I supposed to know? That was some scary shit right there.""Just shut up."Wordlessly Hanbin makes it a point to be at the door first so he can open it for Kyungsoo and Asher, Jongin sauntering after saying, "Forreal, toots. You had me straight trippin' for a sec. Shid."It takes a lot for Kyungsoo not to curse him out and instead say a quick Thank you, Hannie before standing on his toes to give the beta a quick peck on the cheek, Hanbin nodding stiffly and saying back Be safe, Soo--both of you, tickling Asher's cheek with a finger.And stepping off the front steps Jongin's got his hands in his pockets, douche-bag composure back in full. "So who's the lucky guy huh?"Sehun's rolling his eyes with his head leaning back against the frontseat, beyond ready to leave. "Took ya'll long enough, fuck."Clambering into the backseat Kyungsoo's mumbling an annoyed, "Sorry." as Jongin's continuing to pester with--saying, "Ay nah but forreal that's some crazy shit that'chu got a baby now, dang."There's a flame flickering deep inside Kyungsoo's composure, clenching a fist and shutting his eyes, Asher on his lap fast asleep."Just--" He takes a breath, "--fuckin' take me home, Jongin.""Whoa, ayy you mad or somethin', toots?" He's so oblivious, it's maddening.And Hanbin is still standing back in the doorway, watching them drive away in the middle of the night, thinking to himself with a scrutinizing gaze that he'll have to send a text to Minho telling him to keep a closer eye on Kyungsoo, because now he's got fuckbois back trying to get with him again."That shit ain't gonna fly." He says whilst shutting the door.

"You have come back to me wounded," Fingers stroke through golden-blond locks, a poised posture sitting atop one of the many thrones back in China. "more-so than I have ever seen you be before."Within the modern castle walls, Kris' head lays in his Baba's lap where he's met with lavender silk and a reminder of what it's like to be a child again."I've missed home..." Kris mutters, not saying that the extra silver ring in his palm is from the omega he loves. "I've also missed you."He's too prideful of a being to ever divulge so blatantly that he's heart-broken and hurting, lost in the mixture of feelings that haunt him over shots of bourbon that he throws back in his gigantic room on the northern side of the estate."You've been homesick before," The regal omega mentions, fingers raking through golden hair. "but this is not that."It's almost comical, for such a large teenage alpha to be so docile at the former's feet like this, resting his head in need of nurturing, uncharacteristically feeble in the royal omega's lavish quarters where the lounge-couch is comfortable but ironic in the terms that this feels like therapy.K-Kris... It'd been a frustrating few days--or weeks--of the golden-blond alpha trying to reach out to Kyungsoo with text messages and voicemails, all futile endeavors after he'd been met with a silver-ring being thrown back at him for the supposed death of Kim Jongin, even though it wasn't his fault. Although, he'd known that this corrupt way of life would push Kyungsoo away sooner or later.W-We need to talk...Finally, after a sudden text message in the afternoon from the omega wanting to meet at a nearby park, Kris gets to see Kyungsoo again after wondering for far too long if they were broken up or not. He wants to apologize and beg, maybe give the other half of their rings back to the omega so that they can be together.I-I don't k-know how else to say this... The smaller had looked a mess; like he hadn't slept in days, probably still terrified from witnessing Jongin's murder, which Kris would completely understand. But Kyungsoo is whimpering, I-It was a m-mistake, an accident. I-I'm sor-ry...Kris' brows are furrowed in the middle of the park, Are you... stepping across wood-chips on the playground he tries to close the distance. I-Is this you breaking up with me?He's wrong. He'd been so wrong--not sure if he wishes he wasn't now, when--I'm pregnant...It's silent for a moment between them, clouds grey in the sky. Children are running and laughing all around them, serving as a great type of irony to the current situation. Kris takes a good moment to process the words, brows knitted tight, throat going dry before he swallows something thick, then blinking a quizzical amount of times until,T-That's, he's stepping closer again now, in disbelief. w-well, that's great, Kyungsoo. T-That's... That's okay. We'll... I'll, there are a lot of things running through Kris' head, perhaps trying to convince himself of things he's not sure he can promise yet. I'll be a good father. I will, I'll-- It's not yours... There's fear in Kyungsoo's eyes, reflecting in his unshed tears that threaten to fall. He's barely audible when he whimpers a broken, I-I'm ss-sorry.Kris pauses, W-What? faltering in seconds, trying to gather what's just been uttered. W-What did you just say?K-Kris I'm s-sorry. I-I'm so, so sorr--Shut up, Kris barks, j-just shut up, there are moments and memories flashing before his eyes, things he sees turning to ash right before him, so he reaches out and grabs a hold of the omega's arm, y-you f-fucking bitch. His blood boils - betrayal, disbelief, rage - clouded by the myriad of blinding synonyms whilst raising his other hand to strike Kyungsoo across the face.The omega gasps,tenses,shrinking and cowering in fear for the impending blow. He's so tiny in Kris' hold, the playground practically disappearing around them as they reach this catastrophic moment in their relationship.But Kris doesn't bring down his open palm - something clicks in an instant - he doesn't swing, Kyungsoo's eyes still closed tight with tears trickling down his face all the while; he doesn't even fight back to break free he's so helpless in the taller's grasp.Kris halts. He shouldn't have done this...He doesn't want to hit Kyungsoo. He doesn't want to harm him--really, he doesn't. Ever. And that's when he realizes how monstrous he's being, towering over such a petite omega like this, one that he can't help but agonize over because no matter what, in the end he still has the other silver ring in his pocket for Kyungsoo. He still feels the pull, the tug--that endless sense of falling for the omega. He doesn't know how not to. He doesn't know what he's doing, or what to do in this moment.No longer blinded by a seething anger, Kris let's go. Gaze lowered to the wood-chips that crunch beneath his expensive leather dress-shoes now, guilty more than anything because, when he shifts a glance slowly up towards Kyungsoo again, he knows there's a baby growing inside him--even if it's not Kris'.It hurts. Confuses.W-Who is he? Kris asks after the longest minute of his life, jaw clenched tight and not yet ready to make eye-contact with the omega for a few different reasons. Who's the guy? The father.It'd been a struggle to get another word out about it after that, a bicker and banter about giving up who the alpha who'd knocked Kyungsoo up was. It'd been a mass of timid deflections; Y-You wouldn't know him. W-Who cares? H-He's not important. Why does it matter? And maybe Kyungsoo is right, Kris thinks. Perhaps it wouldn't make him feel better to know who it was. Who to kill.If it weren't for this, for right now - with Kyungsoo admitting this here in this moment - Kris would have probably been the one to undo them, probably potentially getting one of the other omega house-maids pregnant in due time. He'd been sleeping around with all sorts of omegas on the side just for fun.He would have forced any of those stupid side-bitches to get an abortion if that really were the case, but it still would have been a hindrance.Perhaps him and Kyungsoo were never meant to last. Poor choices will do that.So he'd flown back home, back to China to get away from all the things that no longer feel the same anymore. His heart hurts here where Kyungsoo is no longer with him.So you're going home to visit Baba? Luhan had asked, walking by in passing with his cellphone in hand and shopping bags being carried for him by their old gardener-turned henchman, what's-his-face. Kris doesn't know what that's about, but ultimately doesn't care.Yeah, he'd murmured, long dark trench-coat adorned and duffel bag over his shoulder. I can't be around here anymore. I don't want to.Luhan had hummed, pausing for a moment, before then continuing along whilst texting away on his phone, saying, Hm, alrighty then. Get lost, Dragon Face.With a quirk of the lips Kris had rolled his eyes, ruffling the peroxide-blond's hair as he goes, which earns an annoyed whine, Kris making sure to glare at the newest henchman-slash-former gardener - what's-his-face - for no particular reason other than that he doesn't like how close he lingers around his omega brother.He won't miss Luhan, and Luhan probably won't miss him--they're close like that; love hate relationship like that--but it doesn't change the fact that Kris makes sure to stop by the Tenderizer House on his way to the airport, telling Jackson Wang in the middle of his underground fight club, you better not fuck up while I'm away.Jackson had been murmuring something quiet to a mysterious figure in the midst of all the shouting and cheering and thrown punches in the flickering dingy basement, turning toward Kris with a surprised look on his face, before finally replying nonchalantly, ay--c'mon man, how can I possibly fuck up?You marry my brother; you better be good to him.Jackson nods, offering a subtle smirk as he says, everything'll turn out how it's supposed to in the end.And then Kris leaves for a few months shy of a year, sulking in well kept misery he doesn't disclose until now."And so, this omega you were dating is the one that broke your heart." Softly, fingers are stroking through Kris' hair, thoughtful and contemplative in tone, like flower petals falling to the floor. "The omega slut that spread his legs and got knocked up by another alpha, is Do Kyungsoo." It's not a question.Kris lifts his head from his omega father's lap. "Baba..." He doesn't know if he likes where this is going, not really sure if this was a good idea to divulge all that he'd told him about the other omega. "I don't hate Kyungsoo..." It's barely efficient, not enough to sway--he knows that."Nonsense." With barely more than a look, the conversation is adjourned, Kris being sent off to bed for the night.And the castle walls buzz with movement in the oncoming days, guards at all corners of the estate bustling about for something that hasn't happened before. "Come now," Kris' omega father eventually says with a gentle reach up to pat the alpha's cheek. "It's time to go." All of his twenty-seven bags are packed and are being carried out of the mansion by the numerous henchmen in white.Kris looks down at his Baba in confusion, "Go where?""Your brother's wedding has been an intention for long enough." It's with a sigh that the omega holds his hands inside of his long sleeves. "Clearly your father can't manage to help coordinate such an event." He's never left China, usually prefers not to have to leave these very castle walls. Bitterly the regal omega mutters, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.""W-We're going back?"An assembly line of alphas carrying luggage hustle by. "I plan on making everything right." The older omega says, gliding down the giant halls in silk, but not before he reaches out and easily slides the silver band off of Kris' long digit, giving his alpha son a serious look."And I mean everything."