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It’s not too late (for once) when Chan drags himself out of the studio and back home. He thought about stopping at the gym for a quick session, but the oppressive humidity outside has sweat clinging to him enough that he just wants to go home, wash up, and maybe watch a movie. He had the rest of the day off and a not-too-early schedule tomorrow, so he was looking forward to relaxing a bit. He’s capable of taking breaks when needed, despite all the rumors. He gets back to the dorms, taking the stairs to quell the nagging sliver of guilt he feels for skipping his workout. The hallway leading to the door smells like Changbin. He must have just beaten him home, his pleasant scent still lingering in the stagnant air of the windowless hallway. It gets abruptly stronger the closer he gets, though, and it makes his stride falter.
Oh.
Oh no.
As soon as he opens the door to the dorm, the sweet, heady aroma of vanilla-patchouli slaps him in the face. He can’t help but inhale deeply, the pheromones in the air already starting to make his mind go fuzzy. The intensity of the smell can only mean one thing; Changbin is in preheat. When Changbin's in preheat…well, once he catches sight of you, he latches on immediately – scenting you until you're scent-drunk, loopy, and drowning in his boundless love. Trying to resist is futile – Changbin doesn’t know his own strength most of the time, but his omega certainly does and has absolutely no reservations on using it to his advantage. The last few heats have resulted in many a coma, something the rest of the group have lovingly started to call “The Great Coma Crisis” after the first unforgettable instance. Seven members vegged out, cloaked in a dense cocoon of Changbin’s sweet affection and love while the man and omega himself preens and basks in the ruins of their plans. The younger members like to make a game of it – sneaking around and taking bets on who will be the first casualty. Jisung usually ends up as victim number 1 – has been the past 3 preheats. It’s unfair, he whines every time. He sees him more often based solely on schedules and living arrangements and blah blah blah . While that might be true, he knows Jisung loves the attention from Changbin. They all do, really – as long as it doesn’t end with them missing meetings or schedules or plans… So if Changbin is in preheat, then… Quickly and quietly, Chan shucks off his shoes before cautiously glancing around for any signs of the others. There must already be victims, what with how thick and syrupy the delicious smell of Changbin hangs in the air of their apartment. He creeps towards the living room making as little noise as possible and sticking as close to the wall as he can possibly get for some measure of defense. He’d really like to shower before Binnie gets to him, the layer of sweat making his clothes stick uncomfortably to his body. He can’t let Changbin know he’s home yet – he’ll realize that he’s not yet drowning in his love. And if he realizes that , then he will then make it his sole mission to smother him until he’s satisfied. And then he moves on to the next poor soul he sees. You were scented and loved until you were pliant and thoroughly out of commission. It wasn’t an if , it was a guarantee. Which means if he wants a shower, he needs to tread carefully. Easier said than done, unfortunately. His Alpha was quickly turning against him, urging him to find the Omega. He shakes his head to try and clear his mind. No. Shower now, Binnie later. Tip-toeing, he attempts to make a bee-line for the bathroom in the hopes that Changbin is too preoccupied with his latest catch to notice him. If he keeps his eyes down, perhaps he can make it…It’s as good a plan as he can hope for, really. Except he meets Changbin's gaze almost immediately as he rounds the corner, his eyes naturally drawn to the rapper. Goddammit Chan , he berates himself. He’s frozen and unable to get his feet to move, locked in place by a dark, hooded gaze that keeps him there. Changbin is perched on Minho’s lap where he’s sitting on the couch, the man under him loose-limbed with an almost dopey smile gracing his features. He never had a chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the limp body of Jisung passed out in the armchair beside him. Poor guy must have been his victim prior, scented into yet another coma. If he had to guess, Hyunjin was probably already out of commission as well. Ever so slowly, Changbin climbs out of the now dozing dancer’s lap. The Omega’s dark eyes never leave his own as he makes his way over. He wasn’t going fast; Chan could probably beat him to the bathroom and lock the door if he wanted to. His inner alpha is making it increasingly difficult to want to, though. But he was powerless under the Omega’s scrutiny. It was filled with so much love , and Chan was nothing if not a sucker for affection – especially from Changbin, who usually focuses his skinship on the younger members. Still, in an effort to stick to his guns, he raises his hands out in front of him in a placating gesture and creeps to the side. “Bin, please, I just need a shower and then I’ll be all yours. I promise.” Changbin either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care. He continues his prowl forward, like a predator stalking his prey. “Changbin…” he whines, losing his resolve far quicker than he’d like. “I’ll only be 5 minutes – give me 5 minutes, Bin.” Still not stopping. Okay. His eyes flick towards his bedroom door. If he could just keep his head on straight and get behind Changbin, he might be able to fend him off long enough to get into their shared bathroom. It was now or never. Tensing his muscles in preparation, he sprung into action. He manages – somehow – to dodge the eager omega by a hair's width and sprints towards his door, where he flings it open with far too much force. He winces at the probable damage to his wall, but the bathroom was in sight and he was locked on target. Just as he was about to slam the door shut, he hears a whine behind him. His alpha gives him no choice but to pause and look back. The Omega was standing in the middle of his room, pouting so hard that Chan almost gave in right then and there. How can he manage to look so small ? And cute? It’s unfair. He wants to smother the man and let his cute aggression out. He closes the door to a sliver instead – a barrier should Changbin pounce – and peeks out. “Bin, don’t pout, I promise I’ll be quick.” His alpha was getting even more restless now in the face of the sulking wolf, which wasn’t helping his case in the slightest. All he wants to do is take a shower . “Hyung…” Changbin huffed, voice whiny – the perfect picture of petulance. “I’ll leave the door open, how about that?” He shakes his head with a step forward, reaching out with grabby hands that did absolutely nothing to help his resolve. He just looks so downtrodden …and he knows it’s not that serious and that his inner omega is just being needy and slightly overdramatic (as he tends to be during this time), but his inner wolf is squirming anyway. Last ditch effort. “I take a shower, and you’ll have a clean slate to scent all you want.” His reasoning seems to have piqued the interest of the omega. “You don’t want me to take a shower after all your hard work, yeah?” Changbin narrows his eyes with a frown at the thought, clearly not keen on that idea at all. “Go lay on my bed, Bin,” he suggests softly, trying to instill as much warmth into his voice as he could manage. His bed should still hold his scent which will hopefully placate him in the meantime. “Hyung will be done soon and then we can cuddle the rest of the night, yeah?” The finality in his voice seemed to get through to the younger’s wolf, though it was clear he wasn’t pleased. He thought he saw tears glisten in Changbin’s dark boba eyes, omega instincts on overdrive at the temporary rejection. Still, he listens and turns away. Only once he was sitting on the edge of his bed did Chan step away from the door, keeping it open just a crack – for both Changbin’s sake and his own. Ripping his clothes off and tossing them in the hamper, he turned the water on and took the quickest shower he could possibly take. He really just wanted to wash the sweat away and cool off, so it was fine. The chill water felt like a healing balm on his perpetually overworked body, but the alpha inside of him was too antsy for him to truly enjoy it. He needed to get back to Changbin. He was done in record time, wrapping a towel around his waist since he hadn’t been able to bring a change of clothes in with him. He didn’t even dry his hair properly, doing a quick rub with another towel before he was making his way back into his bedroom. What the stylist noona’s don’t know won’t hurt them. Goosebumps erupt along his body as the dampness on his skin is cooled by the air conditioned room. Changbin is curled up on his side, rubbing his plush cheek into his pillows when he shoots to attention. Hazy eyes immediately meeting his own, pulling him in. “Hey, Bin. See? Hyung was quick, right?” He tries to sidle past the omega – who was already sitting up and scooting towards the edge. He just needed to grab a fresh pair of boxers, and then he could finally give in to the omega’s demands. Only – “Ah, wait, wait Bin-!” It seems Changbin was done waiting for him. He latches onto his elbow as he heads towards the closet and yanks him down onto the bed next to him. The sound that escapes him is loud and definitely embarrassing, stomach clenching unexpectedly at the show of strength. No one was around to hear it though – or rather, no one was cognizant enough to care. “C’mon Bin, let me get dressed,” he whines feebly, already feeling his alpha clawing his way to the front of his mind. It didn’t matter – Changbin was on him like a fly to honey, ignoring Chan’s weak plea. He swings his legs over his own, making himself at home in his lap without hesitation despite the lack of clothes. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but still. At least he had managed to hold on to his towel before he was manhandled onto the corner of his bed. Changbin’s hooded gaze disappears from view as the man noses his way towards his neck, rubbing against his scent gland with fervor. Chan’s hands naturally make their way to the small of his back, keeping him from falling backwards off his lap and onto the floor. Mental battle lost in record time, he is no longer capable of denying the Omega anything. He passes the reins over to his overly excited wolf. The loud rumble of purring was all he could hear, the pheromones being pumped throughout the room consuming him entirely now that he’s let go. Changbin’s hot tongue tickles his skin where he laps at the moisture accumulating around his neck, hair still damp and curling against his nape. His hold on the younger man tightens, enjoying the closeness as he rubs his own scent against him in return. He could feel his vision funneling further with every touch, his awareness dimming. Everything was blurry except the man in his arms – crystal clear and commanding his attention. His thoughts were replaced with nothing but Changbin Changbin Changbin . Changbin, and his abounding happiness. Changbin, and his sweet, musky scent. Changbin, and his warm solid weight against him. Changbin, and the rough but gentle way he takes what he needs without hesitation. There’s a smile gracing his features; he can feel the stretch at the corner of his lips. It’s probably just as wide and dopey as Minho’s was. Minho couldn’t help it, and it seems neither can he – and as someone with probably too much love to give, he basks in the feeling of both being loved and loving in return. The omega’s ministrations grew progressively more excited at his full and willing reciprocation until he was using his strength to push Chan over so his back was on the mattress, legs still dangling off the side. “Easy, big guy,” he manages to get out through his breathless laughter as Changbin drapes himself over him, “I’m not going anywhere.” The younger man huffs in response and bites down gently where his neck meets his shoulder, making him choke down another most-likely embarrassing sound. Chan’s wolf perks up in excitement at the gesture, and Chan is finding it harder and harder to calm him down. Not that he was trying very hard. Changbin is oblivious to his internal battle as he continues on the other side. His bite was harder this time, and closer to where Chan wanted it to be…he stamps down the whining beast inside of him. Time is syrupy, losing all of its meaning. Changbin is the only thing that matters. He can feel himself gasping as his omega laps at his skin and rubs his cheeks against his body. He wants to push against Changbin, flip them over and maybe get back some control from the frantically loving man. He wants to claim him. Of course it doesn’t work. Once he shifts his weight forward, Changbin’s grip tightens and he nips at his chin in warning, using entirely too much force to keep him situated exactly where he wants him. So, he gives up the fight. Lets his mind sink even further into that dreamy headspace, lets his body melt further into the soft mattress beneath him, and lets Changbin take complete control.
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Hours pass as time slips by. Jisung wakes up slowly – disoriented and groggy. He looks around in a sleepy daze, having just rejoined the land of the living but unaware of how he got here. It takes him a long while for his brain to connect to his eyes and make sense of what he’s seeing. He’s in the living room and Seungmin is standing in front of him, panning around the room with his phone out. He’s chortling to himself as he captures the ruins around him. The camera makes its way around until it’s in his face. He blinks up at the device in confusion before slowly meeting the younger beta’s sinister stare. “First victim, again?” Seungmin prods upon meeting his unfocused gaze. “Huh?” Seungmin snickers again and shoves the phone even closer to his face. “Han is pabo,” he declares, tapping away at the device before slipping it back into his pocket. It’s then that his mind finishes connecting the rest of the dots as to where he is and what happened. “Wait, no !” he barks, as indignant as he can be while still entirely too groggy. “No, you’re not pabo?” “No not that! Well, wait – yes, I’m not, but no, Jinnie was first so he is pabo.” Seungmin’s grin only widens further before he titters off. Jisung can’t be bothered to continue his argument, so he instead looks around him to take note of the situation. Minho is opposite of him, still passed out on the couch exactly where he remembers Changbin trapping him right before his world went dark. He wonders how much longer he’ll be out for. Usually Minho’s up before he even comes to – and he’s usually first (as much as he hates to admit it). Changbin must have really done a number on them this time. He slouches back into the chair and sighs deeply. The smell of Bin is everywhere, already threatening to draw him under again. It’s then that Hyunjin shuffles out of his room, house slippers dragging on the hardwood floor with each step. He looks like a zombie. The dancer plops down on the arm of the chair he’s still occupying. “M’not pabo.” he slurs. Unlike Minho, Hyunjin always takes the longest out of all of them to regain his bearings. Jisung wants to disagree with his statement, but he just can't muster up the energy to. He wasn’t first this time – that’s all that really matters. Seungmin can go suck an egg. He digs his phone out of his hoodie pocket, tired of the constant notifications pinging out. The group chat is going off, and when he opens it he can see why. Seungmin had uploaded a video of the crime scene – an unflattering picture of him topping the chat, and wow does he look drunk as fuck. He continues his scrolling despite his better judgment – Jeongin is laughing at them all and Felix is screenshotting all the pics and putting hearts on each one. Jisung bets he’s jealous right now – he loves this side of Changbin, probably more than anyone else. It’s probably the muscles though, to be honest. Simp. Seungmin has disappeared, though by the next few photos popping up he can wager a guess as to where he disappeared to. He looks at the 2 men in the photos and chokes on a laugh. Changbin and Chan are passed out on top of one another, and normally this wouldn’t be so shocking…but Chan’s completely naked. Chan is usually naked, sure, but this seems a bit more intimate. Nothing screams “non-platonic” like cuddling your best friend with your cock out. He can see a towel scrunched off to the side, telling him that he must have been jumped straight out of the shower. He should have known better, honestly. There’s no way he wasn’t aware of what he was getting himself into the moment he entered the door. Maybe Chan is the pabo here. At least his eyes were saved from having a full frontal view of Chan-hyung’s ding dong, what with Changbin-hyung resting on top of him, face stuffed into his neck – the only thing protecting his privacy. A video is sent once again in the chat, and the sound of Seungmin tittering and whispering ‘pabo’ (his new favorite word) over and over while zooming in and out on the two sleeping bodies strikes a chord in Jisung, making his eyes twitch in annoyance. If Seungmin can be a menace, then Jisung can be one as well. He clicks on Seungmins contact, hits the phone icon, and waits. He’s vibrating with a sudden burst of energy that makes Hyunjin give him a look, but less than a second later they both hear Seungmin’s obnoxiously loud ringtone go off. “Ah, shit !” Jisung hears from the other room.
Mission success. Pabo.
Responses are still pouring in from the only two members still alive and well, but Seungmin seems to have lost interest in his phone all of a sudden. Hyunjin’s grin is as wide as his own as he catches on to what Jisung just did. They both have the pleasure of watching the young beta backup slowly out of Chan’s bedroom, hands up as a form of defense. The younger beta’s met with the tired eyes of Changbin peering at him from Chan’s bed. “Oh no no, sorry, hyung – go back to bed please..” he tries to reason. As if that has ever worked in situations like these. “Once more with feeling!” Jisung yells. “Maybe add some aegyo.” Hyunjin joins. “Shut up –!” For someone dead asleep mere moments ago, Changbin is entirely too quick. Like a flash of lightning, he’s on Seungmin. “Ack– Hyung ,” he whines, trying futilely to create some space between him and the overly-affectionate omega trying to drown him in vanilla-patchouli. Jisung is laughing as he takes a video of Seungmin struggling. “Pabo, pabo, Seungmin is pabo ,” he sings. Hyunjin joins in the taunting through his own laughter, clapping his hands in wide gestures as they watch the poor boy struggle under the oppressive weight of Changbin and his love. He doesn’t struggle for long, though, quickly giving in to the insane strength of the omega and accepting his fate. And thus, the cycle continues. Just as the young beta is being deposited on the couch next to Minho, does the man himself stir. He looks like he just woke up from a 10 hour catnap. His eyes are heavy when they meet Jisung’s, blinking slowly like a cat as he processes. “Changbin?” he rasps out. “Changbin.”
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“Fuck, we missed our meeting with the choreographer, Jin.” “Godamnit.”