Thread by @VicariouslyYN

#NamKookAU where ABO sub-genders don't exist... Until they do. NJ has been hiding his strange changes behind "stress" for months. In the middle of another sleepless night, he suddenly smells the most delicious scent of his life, ending up at a bandmate's bedroom door nose-first🌕

NJ was known as a fairly patient leader. Calm, level-headed, generally able to handle stress well. But over the last few months, even as they had shifted from packed public schedules down to private ones and personal time off... He found his stress levels rising. Rapidly.

'Maybe I just need to keep myself busier' he thought, chewing a midnight snack aggressively. Which is how he did most things these days. Aggressively. He even hugged TH aggressively just a few days ago, to the point the younger man had to tap his shoulder to release him.

Practically his brother, and he had to /tap out/ of a /hug/.

Ridiculous.

As if aggression in every micro-action wasn't enough, his sense of smell and taste were going bonkers. He'd attributed that to delayed reaction from a cold and moved on. But that was almost 3 months ago. And it was Autumn, so it wasn't allergies.

Aggression, physical senses, and then there was the sex drive.

Now, NJ was a healthy young male, with a pretty healthy appetite for sexual urges. He was absolutely no stranger to it, despite what most fans probably assumed.

All the bandmembers were pretty healthy in that regard, if the number of times they'd kept each other up at night with stray sounds was anything to go by.

But the levels it had been up to for NJ lately? Incredulous.
Insufferable. Indescribable.

At least 4 times a day he had to coax his own erection down with the most absurd thoughts he could imagine... and he was beginning to run out of terrible material.

Groaning, he quietly set his plate into the sink, promising to wash up later when it wasn't 1:30am and the house wasn't completely asleep. Which is what he /should/ be as well.

As he crawled into his bed, and covered himself with his comforter, the moon's gaze drifted onto his face through the window. The blue light twinkled at him, and for a moment he thought it must be winking at him in mirth. He swore he could hear soft laughter on the wind.

His eyes blessedly began to drift closed under the moonlight, and his face turned like a sunflower to seek its cool comfort.

Amber. Roses. Vanilla. Fresh and musky. Warm, romantic, and...

NJ's eyes shot open as his body stiffened like he'd been electrocuted. Every cell in his body was vibrating with the scent invading his nostrils.

Amber. Musky and alluring.
Roses. Soft, wafting in like a bouquet on the counter.
Vanilla. Warm and thick, like your Eomma baking.

What is that smell? Where is it coming from? Who the fuck is lighting candles at 3am??

NJ pads out of his room quietly, but with a brisk step, all bare feet and chest with only loose hanging pajama bottoms hanging for dear life off his hips.

He heads to the kitchen and living area first, but the scent fades. He whips his head 180 immediately and pads nose-first back towards the bedrooms and studios. Passing a couple studios first, the scent is weak, but there. He pads further, and it fades again.

Cold. Back the other way.

Heading to the bedroom hallway, the scent is thicker. How can a scent be thick?

His nose presses to the first door, and he smells JM's favourite perfume. Bright, zesty, expensive. Not what he's looking for.

TH's is across. Woodsy and floral, like country grass in the wind. Weakly scented, probably leftover from his trip through the countryside a day or so ago.

HS's room smells of cherries and leather, a byproduct of his recent shopping purchases.

He pauses at SJ's, smelling the scent stronger but not through the door. All he smells here is clean sheets.

It's getting harder to figure out where the scent is, as it's starting to invade his mind. His cock is stiffening in his pants, causing him to frown in confusion.

Why? What the fuck why now??

He closes his eyes and sniffs again. Amber. Roses. Vanilla. Cinnamon? No... cloves? There's a sweet Christmas scent permeating with the other, like a tin of sugared fruitcake left on the table. It works with the other scents, but it's confusing.

Why is it so arousing?

Nose to YG's door, NJ shakes his head. Smells good, like whiskey and citrus. He probably was up late working, with a whiskey sour or two to help the process. NJ smiled fondly, eager to tease him into spilling what project he was working on.

Only one room left. If it wasn't here, NJ was going to lose his mind.

Hesitantly, he pressed a hand to the door to brace himself for the sniff, and jerked back as the door gently swayed open. When the interior air sucked out into the hallway, he nearly fainted.

AMBER. ROSES. VANILLA. CLOVES.

His mind and cock were screaming now, and the only thing he could process was this scent. This sweet, mouthwatering, musky scent permeating his very soul. His mouth started to hang open, tongue lolling out to taste the air. /Taste/ the /air/?? How is that even working?

His eyes adjust immediately to the darkness of the room, another development he's had recently. Tongue and nose leading him, he sniffs and huffs his way to the source of the smell.

A sleeping figure, dark hair splayed around the pillow like a halo as the moonlight kissed the man's lashes. Legs pulled up like a napping babe, blankets long since kicked off, JK lay there, blissfully unaware of the hungry gaze fixed on him.

Had he been awake, he would have been the first to tell NJ his eyes were glowing right now.

And had he been awake, his open eyes would have been glowing in response.

Mind hyper focused on the scent, NJ nosed towards JK's sleeping form, starting near his feet. Strong, but he could feel the scent rolling off his body from elsewhere. Up, up he sniffed.

Hotter. He's getting hotter.

He braces his hands on the bed gently, as not to wake his bandmate, and sniffs his abdomen where open skin is taunting him.

Hotter. HOTTER.

But not quite there.

Getting frantic with the proximity, NJ hovers his body over the sleeping form, head streaking left, right, left, right, going up the body.

Nose prodding into JK's jaw, NJ freezes.

HOT HOT HOT.

He plunges his head down, and licks a wet stripe against JK's throat, and a strange sound rumbles from deep in his chest. His cock is leaking profusely now, and suddenly he smells pine in the room.

Whipping his head around, eyes widening, he defensively crowds JK's body with his own, expecting to see someone else with them. He pushes aside the intrusive 'Mine' chanting through his head, and turns his head around, sniffing.

Sniffing his own armpit, he realizes the pine is him. He's emanating a pine and... mint? Spicy and cool and woodsy, with a strong musky undertone.

'Oh... well that's new...'

JK shifts underneath him in his sleep, letting his head fall backwards as it misses the pillow.

His scent collides with NJ's nose and mouth again in waves, and he finds himself shoving his nose into the crevice of the man's throat again. He was to suckle on it, and inhale every drop of this scent. He wants to know why it smells so fucking good.

And he wants to know what the cloves means. Why did the scent change, what does it MEAN. Why did it trigger his own scent like that?

NJ doesn't know how long he stays like that, half crouched and half caging JK's sleeping form. The sun begins to rise rapidly, and his mind is hazy, muddled with screams of Amber, Roses, Vanilla. The cloves had weakened through the night clinging now only to the sheets and walls.

He knew he had some time before JK woke up, so he lowered his body to the bed and groaned at the aches of his muscles. He was definitely going to be stiff later.

'Oh well' he thought as he finally drifted to sleep.

He woke up only a few hours later, stiff, groggy, and with a slight headache. He groaned and tried to roll over to sleep more. What he got instead was an alert to his brain that his body was a lot heavier than usual. He couldn't roll over.

Eyes shooting open, he realizes quickly it's no sleep paralysis, but rather a body.

JK is straddling his hips, arms on either side of his head, face inches away from his own.

"Yahhh what the hell Kook" NJ starts to scold his maknae, stopping when he looks into his eyes.

His brilliant golden eyes. They shift back to brown as JK jerks
backwards in shock.

"H-hyung.. your eyes..."

"MY eyes? Kook yours are... were... fucking golden!"

JK blinks rapidly, head tilting adorably like a confused puppy.

"Really? But yours... Hyung yours were red. Pretty pretty red!"

"What?"

JK nods, hair bouncing around his face messily.

The motion sends a shiver down NJ's spine, as he realizes his erection is coming back full force, a direct result of JK's movements. Half pressure on his groin, half distributor of that godforsaken scent, NJ stood no chance.

JK's eyes go wide slowly as he freezes. His eyes shift golden after a second, and then NJ's pummeled with that scent.

Cloves.

Cloves CLOVES CLOVES. The other scents are there, but they're drowning in the thick smell of sweet cloves. Suddenly his peppermint and pine is back, mingling with the other scents, and JK is shivering.

Shit, JK is shivering!

"Kook, you okay?" NJ manages to grind out in a husky tone.

"Hyung... You smell... why? What... Your eyes again. You're... I want to bite you. Why do I want to bite you??"

As he speaks, NJ rolls him to the bed and covers them both in the blanket. His arm reaches around JK's form instinctively to press them as close together as possible, legs automatically tangling.

"I dunno Kook. I think I'm feeling the same urge. How long have you felt like this? What.. What exactly have you been feeling?"

JK flushes pink, dipping his gaze down to his fingers.

"I don't know, really, just. Lately I've been... I wanna be in my room all the time. Don't feel safe out there. Last night was the worst, I... I was so..."

He blushes deeper red, nervous to continue.

NJ pets the hair from his face and nuzzles their noses together. It's not where he wants his nose but he doesn't want to scare his maknae any more than he is.

And he waits.

After a moment, JK takes in a big breath of air and wooshes it out. "IwassohornyhyunglikeSOHORNYITHURT"

NJ groans, his dick jerking in his pajamas.

"Did you take care of it?"

JK nods, and adds softly, "Yeah, and it felt so good I fell asleep right after. Slept so good..."

Eyes darting around JK's face, NJ pieces together all the information, mouth popping open as his theory strikes like a match in his mind.

"Kook... When you were sitting on Hyung a moment ago..."

"Mm?"

"Were you... Did you get turned on?"

JK averts his gaze sheepishly, fiddling with the blanket's edge like it's the /most/ interesting thing.

"Don't feel weird Kook, I'm just trying to put some information together here..."

"Yes... I felt you underneath me, and... and you felt hard... Were you?"

JK looks through his lashes hesitantly to see NJ's response.

NJ nodded, lip between his teeth. "I was, yes. Very. I've also... been ah... hornier than usual lately. Last night when you touched yourself, I think... I think I smelled it. Just now, too, your scent changes."

"My scent?"

Nodding again, NJ explains, "Your sense of smell is super strong right now right? You can smell me? The coffee Hobi-ah is making in the kitchen? You smell someone in the shower, right? Who is it?"

JK frowns and closes his eyes to focus on what he can smell. He realizes with an excited gasp that, yes, he /can/ smell the shower!

"Strawberries? Oh! TH-hyung is in the shower! And... Mm... Smells like electronics? What's that?"

With a chuckle, NJ strokes JK's hair again. "Probably YG-ah in the studio. I think he's inspired right now, passing his room last night it smelled of whiskey and lemon."

JK hums, he knows what that means too.

"So what is this? Why do our eyes change? Do the others feel it too?"

NJ thinks, and shakes his head. "I don't think so. None of them have... their own scent. I mean they do, but it's not... I can't name it. It's just, faintly, something that smells like them. But you... You smell so fucking good JK-ie"

JK blushes and nuzzles his nose to NJ's neck, causing him to freeze.

"You too Hyung. I could eat you right now you smell so good."

At that visual, NJ's cock jerks again, and he feels an ache in his mouth. Faint, but present, like a cavity that needs seen to, or like...

Like he aches to bite something.

He looks down at JK and meets golden eyes. Faintly, he sees red reflected in them, and both of them are punched with their scents combining all around them.

The cloves and pine are back, strong as NJ rolls JK onto his back and presses him into the mattress with his fully body weight. JK does nothing to buck him off, only turns his head to show his pretty neck as wide as he can. NJ's nose falls to it, pressing and rubbing desperately.

He licks at it again, the sweet vanilla musk flooding his mouth and nose. He moans, rubbing and licking harder, hips bucking against JK's without realizing it. The younger is whining needily, legs wrapping instinctively around his hyung's waist and ruts their erections together.

It's enough, for now, but JK desperately wants more. As peppermint and pine and something sticky smelling, like sweet sap, permeates his mind, he feels a rumble in his chest.

He lets it out and NJ jerks back just enough to meet his gaze again, slurring out a husky and drunk sounding reply.

"Y'ok Koo? S'wrong?"

JK wiggles his wrists, asking to be freed. When they are, he pushes NJ over and straddles him again, shoving his own nose to NJ's neck.

"Need... You smell too much like you. Need you to smell like me... Can I? Hyung?" his eyes are glued to NJ's neck, who only nods and turns his head slightly.

He wastes no time diving his nose to NJ's throat, inhaling deeply. His head starts to float, and he exhales slowly. As he does, he realizes he can smell his own vanilla and roses even stronger. He opens his mouth and laves his tongue all over NJ, not stopping at his neck.

His throat, collarbone, shoulder, all are coated in saliva as they dry in the air. Even his stubble-ridden jaw gets stroked with a tongue, and NJ is the one shivering now.

As JK's licks turn small, and kitten like, NJ looks over to see that he's completely out of it. His eyes are golden, but dark and amber toned as his pupils have dilated. He looks high.

NJ strokes his head, and lays him down on the bed again, pressed firmly again his own body as he cages him in his arms and legs. Leaning in to sniff his neck, his chest rumbles happily, like a purr, as he smells a beautiful mixture of the two of them roaring through the air.

His rumble is met and matched with JK's as they drift off to a foggy sleep together.

When they wake again, they instinctively curl into one another, noses nudging each other's necks as their chests vibrate against each other again. They only pause when they hear a throat clear beside them.

Looking over NJ's shoulder, they both see the room full of bandmates, all looking down at the pair with ill-hidden confusion and aw.

HS is the first to speak, broad smile on his face lighting up the room. "You... you guys are PURRING? You can DO that?"

JM bounces over to the bed and lands on both of them, as he does to wake them up sometimes. Totally normal.

What isn't normal is the growl that bubbles from both of them simultaneously, causing them to look at each other with wide eyes, and then at JM, who looks just as confused as they are.

"Uh... Sorry? I think?" he says, pushing to sit up.

NJ is quick to comfort him, "No no you're fine. I don't... know what that was exactly. It's fine. Good morning!" he finishes, pulling JM in for a hug. JK follows suit, apologizing softly.

The others share glances, which don't go unnoticed by NJ.

"Why does this suddenly feel like an intervention guys....?" he voices the question that needed to be asked. HS is the one that answers.

"Well, see, it... it kind of is." He looks to the other members for support.

When they all nod, and JM arranges himself on NJ's lap with an arm loped around his neck, HS continues.

"We came to talk about you, NJ-ah, but I guess maybe JK too? If that... whatever that was, is anything to go by?" He waves at the two on the bed and NJ knows what he means.

The possessiveness. Growling at their own bandmate for doing what is absolutely normal for a bandmate to do. They've done it for over a decade now, they're close, they're FAMILY. He glances over at JK, who can't take his eyes off JM's arm around his neck, and sighs.

"Yeah alright... yeah..."

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs again.

"I'll start I guess. You might want to sit down for a minute though."

And so he tells them the whole truth, everything he's been feeling. JM strokes his neck soothingly, earning a huff from JK.

When NJ glances over while speaking, JK's eyes are shimmering gold, and he instinctively pulls him to his body. JM makes room for him and adjusts his arm around JK instead, which seems to placate him.

"So that brings us to last night..." he trails off and rubs JK's back.

HS exhales. "Wow, okay, alright... that's... a lot. And last night? What happened then? Did you two...?" he lilts up and waggles his eyebrows.

JK blushes, eyes shining bright gold.

NJ's eyes burn red as he shakes his head.

They both speak, but NJ is first.

"No"

"Not yet"

"Yet? So, you want to JK-ah?" JM poked JK's side jokingly, smiling softly.

JK's golden eyes seemed to pulse slightly as he turned to regard JM with them.

"I /will/. I..." His eyes faded back to brown, unsure of himself suddenly. "I... can't explain it but..."

"Feels like you aren't complete until you do..." NJ finishes for him, arm smoothing JK's back again. JK could only nod, blushing.

"So, what... What exactly is this? What's happening?" HS asks.

YG tacks on, "Your eyes are glowing, and you're purring... Are you two like... fuck I don't know. This is some fanfiction shit you know?"

"What do you mean?" NJ's eyes drag over to YG as he asks, "What kind of fanfiction shit?"

Shifting a bit nervously, YG rubs his neck. "You know, werewolves and shit. Alphas and knots and Omegas getting knotted and... you know..." He flushes scarlet as HS jabs him with his fingers, grinning.

JM laughs, rocking on NJ's lap a little as he does, not noticing the man wincing as he does. "YG-ahhhh that stuff isn't real"

Face still flushed, YG counters, "Yeah? Well eyes don't exactly just glow either do they?"

TH finally speaks up, voice low and measured. "I think... we should hear him out JM-ah... None of this makes any sense, so why not look to fiction for a little bit of reality?"

"I agree." HS nods, hands clapping, "What are you two feeling? Our resident Wolf expert here can see if any of it lines up".

"I'm not a-whatever. Fine."

NJ nods, slowly, painfully aware of the erection he woke up with, and that it hasn't gone away. Not with JK pumping out his scent so fucking strong right now. Like he was trying to push JM off his lap with scent alone, except JM couldn't smell it. Only NJ could.

"Yes. That's... a good idea. Can we do it in a while? O-over breakfast? I think I need a minute to talk to JK.... alone" he says, pointedly.

"Right right, yes. I'm sure you do have to /talk/" HS says, waggling his eyebrows and herding the other members with outstretched arms.

"Come along JM-ahh let the two lovebirds... er wolves... have a moment"

As everyone leaves, JK's head hangs, face flushed.

"Hyung I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said tha-"

He's interrupted by NJ's whole body shoving him flat onto his back, arms locked above his head. His full weight rests between JK's legs, pressing him deep into the bed beneath.

When he looks up to NJ's eyes, they're glowing fierce bloody red, so dark and foggy that JK feels something inside him crackling.

He can't look away, gold flashing back in the reflection of NJ's eyes.

"You want me, JK-ie?" NJ asks, voice husky and low with restraint.

"Yes" JK replies, his own voice barely a whisper.

"I'm gonna ask one more time, because... I feel that way too. Incomplete. Like... Like I need to /take/ you. I need to /have/ you. I need to... to..."

"Make me yours?" JK supplies.

NJ replies with a growl, nose diving to JK's neck, where he smells the sweetest, the strongest, the most heady. JK moans, arching his body upwards, pressing his neck against NJ's open mouth invitingly.

"Do you... Do you want this JK. Please god stop me now, I can't..." His voice is so strained, he sounds like he's in pain, and the crackle inside JK becomes a searing inferno.

'No, no my... my hyung he hurts it's my fault... my fault, FIX IT... I have to fix it, fix it now... FIX it'

JK keens high in his throat and grasps against NJ, pulling on the clothing around him desperately.

"Off. Please off."

NJ is panting already, and stands up to shove his clothing off as quickly as he can, hearing JK whimpering at the loss of contact. His own voice rumbles in response, trying to appease him as he flings his clothes to god knows where.

Leaning one leg on the bed, he looks once more into JK's eyes, noses his neck, and whispers softly, "Once more, Kook... I need to be sure... Will you let Hyung have you? Only me, mine. Wanna make you mine baby."

JK nods, lifting his hips to signal for NJ to take his pajama pants off. Without looking away, NJ does just that, kissing each inch of skin as it's exposed. Internally, the inferno has turned into a simmer. Calm, still hot, but not as urgent.

The smell of NJ's minty pine has increased tenfold, spiking with a mouth-watering syrupy spice he can't place.

His own scent is swirling around him, beckoning NJ to continue.

When he feels NJ crawling back up his body, warm chest sliding up his own, he feels a tingle in his body like an itch. He shivers, imagines scratching it, and his neck flexes a little, like a throbbing.

Suddenly his scent is screaming in the small space, billowing around him like a fog, clinging to every movement.

NJ growls, thrusting his nose into the bend of his neck, tongue licking broad stripes repeatedly. JK moans and turns, exposing his neck instinctively.

"Please hyung, yes... please... I need you there right there"

"I know baby, I know, I feel it too. I don't know how far we should take this though..."

Panic bubbles in JK's gut.

'No... no... NO...'

He locks his arms and legs around NJ, clinging tightly, whimpering against his cheek. "No no no... no... no hyung no"

NJ leans back, causing JK to panic and squeeze him tightly. "Baby stop, hold on, talk to me! Talk... words baby words what's wrong? Tell me what you're feeling"

Tears burn down his cheeks as JK hiccups trying not to sob. "Y-you're leaving aren't you? Please... I can't... It hurts hyung it hurts I can't... Don't go please, I can't explain it just /hurts/"

NJ cages JK with his arms, pressing his neck against JK's face.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not. I couldn't leave you right now if you begged me to, it's okay."

JK nuzzles NJ's neck as he smells sweet mint over the other scents. It calms him, clears his head, and he inhales deeply.

"Mmmnnn... hyung please. I just want to do what feels right... Can we? No stopping, just... what feels right please?"

Sighing, NJ licks JK's neck again, slow, meaningfully, tasting as deeply as he can.

"Baby don't say that okay? You don't... You don't know what I want right now, what it feels like I need to do to you"

JK's voice is low, raspy, /needy/ as he hums. His fingers trail through NJ's hair, tugging him to his lips.

"I do hyung. I don't know the words, but I know. I feel it too. I need you to... To take me. All of me. I want to be yours. I want... I want to bite you, here, so fucking hard. I want it to show for everyone, I want it to scream you are mine, just as I am yours." he thumbs NJ's-

-neck, where his scent is strongest.

NJ feels like the air is punched out of him. That's exactly how he's feeling, in not as many words. He has this scorching need in his belly, in his mouth, in his cock. He needs to be in, and around JK at all times.

He needs no one to touch him until he does.

That's the thought that hits the hardest. When JM touched JK, his belly flared like this then, too. Possessively. Protectively.

And while JK was sleeping, he remembers how he smelled his own scent for the first time and thought someone else was coming into the room to take JK.

To claim him before he could.

The only people in this house were the other members, would he have fought them over JK?

His breath hitches, and he looks down at the pretty pink flushed boy underneath him.

Yes. Yes he would. With every tooth in his aching mouth, he would.

"Fuck..." he groans.

Back in the kitchen, the other 5 members busy themselves.

SJ's hips sway as he scrambles eggs in the pan, making this American dish he'd seen and wanted to try. 'Corned beef hash and eggs' they'd called it. With kimchi, obviously, he wasn't a monster.

TH and JM were tickling each other, trying to pour the juice for everyone and set the table.

YG straddled a stool, nursing a freshly brewed mug of steaming coffee silently.

And HS is dicing the potatoes SJ asked for.

They don't speak, for a while, but it's not unpleasant. They do this often, just soak in the presence of the other members. It's such a unique form of bonding that they'd learned to love over the years.

"I think NJ-ah is the Alpha... JK-ie is the Omega" YG breaks the silence.

The others turn to him, TH and JM moving to stop their antics and join the others directly in the kitchen.

"Go on?" HS offers, returning to the potatoes.

YG grunts and sips his coffee.

"Just, their behaviour. I guess in theory one could be a Beta, but... I don't think so. NJ has been... aggressive lately right? On edge, a little more demanding at dance practice... You've all noticed right?"

They slowly nod, looking around at each other. They just collectively thought he was having a rough go, it happens. They learned years ago not to take it personally, they understood the stress of being the leader.

YG grunts again. "Exactly. & our little golden baby, he's been...

"Quieter" TH supplies.

Nodding, JM adds on, "He's been a little more restless. Like he's anxious to be out of his room."

"And he seemed threatened by you sitting on NJ" SJ adds, looking at JM.

"Yeah... that was weird. Neither of them have ever done anything like that before, and they did it at the same time..." JM sulks a little, until TH snuggles him into a back hug.

After a beat of silence, TH speaks up, eyes on YG. "So, what can we expect? If this... this wolf thing is really happening? Is this some kind of sickness? Are they gonna be okay? What... What's the difference between the two?"

YG thumbs his coffee mug, and thinks a moment.

"Well. Okay, bear in mind all this is like... Some collective piece of fiction humans have kind of... agreed on some base rules for, right? So... Alphas are usually the big strong dominant types. -

-Protective, aggressive, but not always a bad aggressive, just... Passionate. They're passionate. Most people write them to not be very... friendly towards other Alphas, like it's some chest thumping thing, and it gets worse when an Omega is involved. I think... -

-we saw a bit of that possessiveness in there. Omegas are the softer balance, usually. Protective in a gentle way, subdued, care-takers that want to please the Alphas around them, especially their mates, if they have one."

They all think on what he's said so far, as SJ starts plating the food.

"So, what about the B in that? Betas?" He asks.

YG nods and continues, "They're the real balance usually. Not as swayed by pheromones as Alphas and Omegas. Don't have ruts or heats like they do. Usually level-headed and kind of a mix of the other two. Or, idk, like the in-between, you know?"

"Heats? Ruts? The hell are those?" JM prompts, brows furrowed.

YG continues, holding his mug up to his lips to sip as he goes.

"Well, the cycle length varies, again it's... it's all fiction, we all just kind of adapt from what we've read when we choose to write about it ourselves. But, Heats are what Omegas get... It's like a woman's cycle, they have a period of time every so often where their nature is-

-amplified, and they're most fertile. They're usually most sexually active then, and often have an Alpha to "assist", because their inner wolf needs the knot that only an Alpha can pop, to sate the pain and symptoms. -

-And, Ruts are the Alphas' equivalent. Usually written to happen less often than a heat, but can be spurred to arrive sooner if their Omega IS in heat. Ruts are when Alphas are most virile, and also the most aggressive. -

-A lot of writers write these as if the Alpha loses himself to his 'inner wolf', he runs on only instinct. Same for Omega heats really. The purpose is for the Omega to get pregnant."

"What if the Omega is a boy though? Like... like you say our JK-ie is?"

HS furrows his brows and nods as TH asks the question he was thinking.

YG shrugs. "In fanfiction? They can still get pregnant. When they present, they... Their internal shit adjusts. It can be painful to present as an Omega sometimes. Other writers though, they write like the Omega always has... uh... androgenous parts, or...-

- maybe both reproductive sets. But we've seen JK-ie naked, we know... we know that isn't the case. So, if this shit IS happening... I don't know. I honestly don't know."

They're silent as they all sit down to eat, deep in thought and concern for their bandmates.

What does this mean for them? For all of them? Will they all go through this, is it inevitable?

🔞NJ's groan rolls straight to JK's belly, sparking the simmering burn. He moans back, bucking his hips upwards and threading his fingers into NJ's hair.

"Hyung... Please... I just wanna make it feel right, please make it feel right?" He feels tears prickling behind his eyes, desperate for the relief he knows his hyung can offer.

When NJ looks back up into his eyes, the foggy red is back, taking, drinking him in. He knows his own are gold, he doesn't have to look. He feels himself surrendering his mind and body to whatever that little voice inside him is trying to do. He can tell NJ is doing the same.

"Yes baby. Anything. Anything you need, I will give you. Say the word."

JK keens, head thrown back, pulling NJ tighter against him. "Pleeeeease. Make me yours hyung, I need you... Your baby needs you..."

NJ growls and dives forward, capturing his lips in a rough kiss. His tongue licks into JK's mouth like he owns it, and JK whines.

'He does, he owns it, it's all his everything is his'

They rut their stiff erections against each other, pre-cum sliding between them. NJ feels his thighs getting slick as he grinds into JK, and pulls back to look, hands under JK's thighs keeping his legs folded in the air.

"Shit, JK-ie, baby... You're... you're /wet/? How..."

JK blushes and turns his head, embarrassed. "Sorry hyung I don't know, just... you make me feel like this"

NJ lunges to pepper his face and neck in kisses, laving his tongue over his neck soothingly.

"No no don't misunderstand sweet thing, it's so hot... I love it, I love it so much... You're so wet for /me/?"

JK nods, causing NJ to moan into his shoulder.

Their lips find each other again, as NJ threads a hand between them to press a single finger gently at JK's weeping entrance. It flutters, grasping at the digit until NJ slides it inside carefully. There's resistance, but only slightly, as JK's wet heat seems to draw him in.

Slowly, slowly he pulls it back and thrusts it inside over & over, eyes roaming for any discomfort on JK's face. When he sees none, he adds a second finger, carefully.

JK moans, arches his back, hips rolling down to meet NJ's thrusting fingers. "More hyung please... fuck, more"

He's met with a growl and a third finger sliding into him, fucking deep, filling the room with lewd squelching noises, but it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"No hyung MORE... pleaseee more..." he thrashes underneath NJ, desperately searching for relief from the overwhelming heat that feels like it's boiling under his skin.

"Shit... okay... Okay baby"

And with that, NJ leans back, cock in hand, and gently presses the tip to JK's entrance, no time to tease now. The heat in his own skin is scratching, prickling, like he's rolling in thorns.

He /itches/ to be inside JK right now, and it's taking every last ounce of sanity he has not to bottom out in one thrust. He isn't sure he won't hurt JK if he does.

He needn't have worried, though. Because the second the head of his cock slips inside, JK wails and throws his head back. He grasps NJ with his legs and YANKS him, forcing him all the way inside in one hard motion, hips bucking upwards immediately.

He uses his arms on NJ's shoulders to fuck himself upwards, eyes locking onto NJ's with pure lust.

NJ moans deep and low, quickly meeting each of JK's desperate thrusts. He grabs his arms and pins them to the bed, resting his weight on them as he grinds downwards.

They soon find a hard rhythm, that's aided by the bounce of the mattress below them, thrusting NJ so deep into JK that his eyes water.

No words are spoken for a while, just instinctive growls, and whines, and greedy gulps of air.

It isn't until NJ feels something different that he comes to his senses a bit. He feels... like JK is getting tighter? No, no... /He's/ getting /bigger/.

"Fuck... JK are you... ng... are you okay? F...fuck do you... need me.... to stop?"

His eyes search JK's but he finds only pleasure. JK's mind is elsewhere, his body running on instinct and ecstasy. When he says the word 'stop', though, he feels JK's nails digging into him, clinging to him.

Urging him to continue.

So he does, even as he feels himself getting impossibly thicker inside JK, he fucks harder into him. He can feel it, the tingle enveloping him, as his cock floods with blood and swells and swells. His teeth are itching again, and he remembers what JK said.

'No stopping, just... what feels right please?'

He lunges forward as the pressure in his gut coils, legs and arms jerking with electricity, and clamps his teeth on JK's neck. Hard. So hard he tastes the metallic tang of blood, which only makes him groan and clamp harder.

His mind floods with emotions instantly. Pleasure, adoration, helplessness, hunger. He feels the way JK feels comforted, and happy, and safe. He keens into the bite as he cums inside JK, hips rolling into him in small circles as he leans his bodyweight on top of him.

One hand slides between them again to help JK cum, but he quickly realizes his baby already did. He moans again at the thought, chest prickling half in pride and half in disappointment that he didn't notice it happening.

When he finally feels his release done, he tries to pull out and finds himself locked. Before he can panic, JK's hands pull him up into a kiss, a loving and expressive kiss. He feels a flood of emotions again, that don't feel like his own.

"Baby, you feel so much right now don't you?"

JK can only nod, humming contentedly, as a smile fills his cheeks.

They lay like that while JK comes down, locked by the swelling of NJ's cock. When JK looks back at NJ to ask a question, he flushes, shy to ask for what he wants.

"What is it baby?"

JK pokes his dimple and whispers, "I... My teeth... Can I?" his eyes drop to NJ's bare neck as the elder man's heart starts to race.

"You... you want to?"

"I /need/ to." he emphasizes back.

Nodding, NJ rolls them so he's on his back and JK is straddling him, whispering an apology when he sees JK wince at the movement. He must be sore, being so full.

When JK finally sinks his own teeth into NJ's neck, right where he smells the sweetest, the room seems to explode around them. Not dramatically, but in a way that makes it float away from them.

All the sounds of their bandmates in the kitchen, the traffic outside, the hum of a house in motion... gone.

Nothing exists but the two of them. The heaving of the air in their chests, the thrum of the blood in their bodies, the throbbing pulse of their two hearts colliding, where their bodies are joined.

They both moan, feeling a whole other kind of euphoria. They spend a few moments reveling in this new feeling, licking at each other's wounds, chests rumbling in tandem. JK has collapsed against his chest, ear to his heart, and so they lie and wait.

They doze off briefly, and are again woken by an intrusive cough.

NJ peeks an eye, sees his baby is still asleep and frowns at the intruder.

They are staring at the two, still joined by what will be known as the Alpha's knot, as they whisper "So it's true, isn't it... You're... You're his Alpha... he's your Omega... You two just..."

NJ frowns, even as the voice in his soul preens in pride at hearing 'your Omega', and whispers back, "Just what?"

"Mated" the voice replies, glowing eyes coming to life as they drifted across the two angry red marks on both necks.

A new scent joins the air as JK sleepily shifts on NJ's knot.

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