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My mind is easy to read
You can read through it as well
A lonely heart that can’t be soothed
Stay for a while before you go
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Throughout his 20 years of life, never has he thought that he will be leaking (is it pee…? cum…? slick!?) as he makes eye contact with one of his friends’s friend's boyfriend with his tight button up leather jacket that enhances the features of his strong shoulders, and is that collarbones even real? On one of the many Christmas parties Jongdae, his best friend, invites him - more like dragging him along as the supposed alpha stumbled along throngs of people dancing against each other on the first floor of the house. He’s not even sure whose house it was. Maybe Jongdae did mention it to him once yesterday but Chanyeol might have misheard it because he felt kind of sweaty…. And the light is too bright at the cafeteria of his university. You can’t blame him for not paying attention because Jongdae yammers too much every time they meet. And that is everyday.
Fast forward to now. What is this feeling? Chanyeol felt foreign. He felt like he’s not in his real skin and simply stared foolishly at the boy whose hands wrap loose on small waist, eyes so intense and lips shining plump under the dim lights. He didn’t know lips can be these enticing. Never has any omegas lips or features bewitched him this much. This guy must be an alpha because of how strong his pheromones can be smelt even at the corner of the house where the guy and his boyfriend? Is standing while the latter was chatting with his friends and the guy… the guy with the leather jacket is still staring at Chanyeol. Is there something on his face? No… he left the house making sure he looks fly with his white studded jacket, and leather pants. His hair slicked back with pomade, fragrance as manly as an alpha could be. (No, that’s just Acqua Di Parma Colonia Essenza sprayed all over him).
Oh no, he’s moving. The guy’s moving! Chanyeol's heart leaps up in fear. Or excitement? Anyway, he couldn’t let this happen. This guy stared at him like he wants to devour his soul like a maneater and Chanyeol is not even half drunk to let this happen to him. Absolutely not on Christmas eve. Hence, begging God to save his life, the 6ft tall man ran away to the upper floor, banging doors like crazy to see any empty rooms he could hide before finding one at the most secluded and furthest room from the stairs. He locked himself up inside, ran to the bathroom and dry heaved. His whole being is warm with sweat, thrumming with anxiety and adrenaline that kicks in once the guy started to move his way to Chanyeol earlier.
He’s not sure why he’s feeling this way… Never had he felt so foreign, sick, and absolutely hot (not even physically!) after a guy, an alpha that is, looks at him in some kind of way that feels good. He’s aware and heard of relationships between alphas and alphas, omegas and omegas before, never really experienced once before but he has heard of it. At first, he thought it was strange because all throughout his life, he has been told, taught, and drilled inside his brain that alphas belongs to an omega and omegas belongs to alphas similar to what his parents, his sister, his grandparents, his uncles and aunts, his cousins experienced before.
So why… why is it happening to him? He felt lost. Drained mentally, he slumps against the wall, feets planted sluggishly above the cool tiles of the bathroom. Now he’s cold. The house is vibrating with warmth due to the amazing, super expensive heater that Jongdae’s rich friend’s parents installed in their house so why… why is he feeling so cold and afraid? His heart is thrumming with anxiety like never before. All his life as an alpha, his father and mother, his grandfather, uncle and aunts have taught him that alphas are meant to be the strongest kind of their own. Since he was a child, even if his little heart drums fast against his ribcage, even if he wants to give up and lose, even if he wants to fall and cry, he could not because he was taught that alpha is born strong, born brave, and born ready to lead.
He has always swallowed down his fear, his insecurities in fear that people will smell it on him and called him out because he wasn’t supposed to feel that way. He has seen some of his alpha schoolmates ganging up on people, bullying them until many of them transferred schools, high thrums of emotionally constipated alpha and beta teens that think they owned the school just because they are at the top of the food chain. What foolish thoughts.
There’s this thing Chanyeol learned in his Psychology class many years later… He was introduced by his professor during one of his classes where they learned about Spiral of Silence, where the theory has stated that the media has the powerful effect of making the people make assumptions about what the public opinion on a subject is, which results in silencing minority opinions. The phenomenon is because of fear of isolation that causes a huge number of people to not want to be alienated from others in their social life. Chanyeol agreed that he might have succumbed to peer pressure that makes him feel alienated and observes quietly instead of helping those people who were trying to stand for themselves and rejects social pressure just because they were good at something — instead of owning their rights for being skilled.
He admits, teenagers do suck. He sucked during high school. He’s just grateful his friends aren’t as jackass as other jocks that spend more time outside of class and depletes hard after graduation. Karma indeed is a bitch, Chanyeol thinks.
Chanyeol does not want to be that kind of person. He completely cuts himself out from each and everyone’s lives…. Moved to another city and accepted into a good university far from his old place.
He swallows an incoming bile, releasing a shaky breath before washing his face at the sink wishing the coldness of water will wake him up from whatever feeling… he felt just now.
Deeming it’s fine and he got his emotions and also his dick? under control, he exited the room, walking slowly downstairs where the party was still thrumming with people, drunk out of their minds dancing to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas.
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“Oh god, I love this song!” Jongdae’s girlfriend, Yumi shrieks before jumping excitedly, pulling his boyfriend's shirt.
“I know, love. We karaoked this song even if it’s not yet Christmas,” He said, exasperated. His eyes are fond of adoration. Yumi rolled her eyes, “You just don’t appreciate good music, JD. Who cares even if it's not Christmas,” she stuck her tongue out. Jongdae playfully tries to bite them off.
Chanyeol has been standing like a statue beside his friend after his inner turmoil and whatever the fuck he is feeling earlier. The guy with the leather jacket has seemingly gone… with his boyfriend, Chanyeol assumed. He’s glad. At least he can breathe a little easier with the guy not within his eyesight. He needs a drink. Or 10.
“Hey, Yeol! Where did you go? You’ve just missed the huge loveshot challenge with Myeon and Sehunnie new champagne they bought. It tasted pretty good for a 500,000 won bottle,” Jongdae puckers his lips in an O shape.
“I… I wasn’t feeling very well so I went to one of the rooms to rest.” The taller replies, sheepishly. Jongdae widens his eyes, hitting the tall man softly on his shoulder.
“Why didn’t you say!? I wouldn’t even dare to bring you if I know… Are you feeling okay? You want to go home? Let me tell Yumi so we can move,” The smaller man tries to move forward, only to be stopped by Chanyeol hands on his arms.
“No… it’s fine, Jongdae. I’m feeling a lot better now. Did they still have those champagne you mentioned earlier?”
Jongdae looks at him for a second, eyes calculating before sighing in defeat. “If you say so. Nah, I don’t think the one we just drank is still around though I think there’s still a couple of beers and some fancy wine at the back. You want me to get it for you?”
“It’s fine… Thank you. I’ll go check it in the kitchen. Where’s Sehunnie?” The taller man looks around, trying to locate the dark-red haired man with his lover. They called them two peas in a pod. If there’s Junmyeon, there will be Sehun.
“Of course with Myeon. You ask such obvious questions sometimes. I’m pretty sure they are around here, if you close your eyes and listen with your ears, you’ll find his loud, dumb laugh soon enough.” Jongdae muses.
Chanyeol lets out a small laugh, patting his smaller built friend on the shoulder. Jongdae grunts, not saying anything even if he wants to pinch the taller man on the neck. Don’t ask him, he suddenly feels irritated that he has to look up to maintain eye contact with his friend.
Chanyeol offers one last pat before maneuvering to the kitchen, finding any cold beers in the fridge. His head is kinda buzzing from adrenaline and mild anxiety, only because the energy from the people still partying hard at 9 pm in the evening has depleted his energy greatly. Maybe beers would help.
Rummaging through the fridge with a couple of people hanging out on the big kitchen counter, Chanyeol picks out a beer, without noticing a pair of eyes watching his every move behind him.
Turning his back, he absentmindedly opens a tin can of beer that lets out a small cracking sound,
before his eyes widen on the person sitting right in front of him, holding the same can of beer on his right hands, his leather jacket loose around his shoulders, his eyes dark black and those eyes are straight on Chanyeol’s pair of eyes.
Letting out a small, embarrassed yelp, he looks away, cheeks reddening while trying to have his first gulp of cool drink that he prays can ease his loudly beating heart. No way the other man can hear it, right….? No… it’s too loud… and embarrassing!
Before he gets to move out from the kitchen, the guy, the guy with the black hair, black leather jacket and even darker and yet… bright eyes calls out his name. Somehow, the single letter of his name sounds so loud and clear to his ears.
“Chanyeol,”
Chanyeol whips his head, eyes widening and straight to the other man's pair of eyes.
“Yes! I mean… yes?” He stammers, cheeks redden, even his ears can’t be helped anymore.
The man, though smaller than Chanyeol in height, is so well proportioned, with strong shoulders and collarbones displayed under his tight white t-shirt, his thighs…. looking so luscious under his pants. The taller man tries his best not to look at other places in fear that his friend… his friend down there isn't too excited for nothing.
The eyes are still looking at him.
“You are Jongdae’s friend, yeah? From S university.” He asked. His voice…. Why does it have to sound that way!? It did absolutely nothing to calm his palpitating heart. It’s getting maddening!
Chanyeol tries to focus on his question. It’s such a simple question from the man… but why can’t he focus other than how strong those shoulders look and his smell… he has never smelt someone this otherworldly before. Not even the prettiest omega in his class has ever smelt this enticing to him before. Chanyeol is under a spell.
It’s getting harder to answer him.
“Y…Yeah. Yeah I am. I’m his friend. Are you close with him?” He’s sweating, now. Somehow, he’s glad that he got to ask about the guy's relationship with his best friend. Jongdae never really talked about this guy before when they hung out - which is most of the time - thus he felt a little curious on how this guy got to know his friend… and also his name.
The guy tilts his head, giving a second before he replies, “I’m his distant cousin. Our family has connections with each other. Also, he talks about you quite a lot.. saying that his alpha friend treats him better than the ones in his previous school in Siheung. I wonder who that guy was…. only to see a little- ah , should I say a big puppy following his every step once he got here? A cute one at that too.” He’s teasing him. He is but his eyes look nothing but deadly. If looks could kill, he would be long dead.
Chanyeol sweats even more, slowly feeling the drumming pain of an oncoming headache.
“Um.. Ah… Wh-What should I say to that.. Thank you? I mean… Comparing oneself to a puppy… I consider that as a compliment but if not… well… Still a thank you, I guess.” Shit. He completely lose himself to a dying embarrassment. If someone can actually shove him under a rock he would say thank you and please.
“I’m Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun.” He offered a hand to be shaken, but Chanyeol is too dumbfounded to give a proper reaction. Hence, he stares.
The other guy with the leather jacket raises a brow at him with a small amused smile, before Chanyeol realizes at how stupid he’s being right now. And uh oh. What is that..? What is..? What is happening to him?
He felt an immense amount of heat coming inside him, the pain slowly grabbing him by the neck, with a full blown headache and eyes getting hazier, dilated.
Before he can say anything, the smaller guy comes forward, touching him softly on the arm.
“Hey, are you okay? You look pale. Are you listening to me? Chanyeol?”
Chanyeol can’t hear anything. All he can feel is pain. From the inside. It’s like burning him so hotly but it doesn’t feel like he will die, just uncomfortable. A shitton of uncomfortable.
“Hnngh… I don’t know. Wha- What is this… I don’t know anything… Please… Please.” He begs, to what, he doesn't know. His studded jacket is thick, since it’s supposed to protect him from the harsh weather of December, but somehow Baekhyun’s touch on his arms felt soothing. His heart… What is happening to his heart? Why does it feel so right?
Nothing makes sense. He wants to lay down and hold something. Someone.
He can feel Baekhyun grasping hard on him, but his mind and his body are too floaty, too warm for him to focus on what is going on with himself. He wants to say something, anything that can make the pain go away, but he’s feeling too warm, like having a bad, real bad fever.
And… what is that feeling inside him? why… why does his ass feel like it’s leaking slick!?
Gasping, Chanyeol tries to flaunt away from the other man, to try to run away and find his friend but unknowingly to him, they are almost at one of the empty rooms upstairs, where Baekhyun is trying his best to hoist his bigger self inside the room.
He whimpers, eyes losing focus and his temple, his nape, and his whole being is drenched with sweat and confusion.
“W-Wait, what are you doing? I-I need to find Jongdae… I need to leave,” He gasps, trying to calm himself with steady breathing despite wanting to fall down and cry.
“I know you’re in distress now, Chanyeol. You’re okay… You’re fine. You’re just in shock now. You will be okay and I’m not here to hurt you.” Baekhyun tries to pacify, both hands holding up as if trying to calm a distressed animal.
Which… Chanyeol is. Sort of.
“You’re not? Why… Why are we here? Why is it so hot? I want to… I want to strip!” He cries, pulling his jacket off his body, his t-shirt feels heavy on him, feeling damp with sweat.
Baekhyun rushes onto him, holding his wrist firmly. “Chanyeol… Chanyeol, can you hear me? You are experiencing your first heat, Chanyeol. This is a symptom of heat. Are you aware of it, omega?”
Chanyeol's head snaps up.
Omega….? Wait… He’s probably mistaken. No, Chanyeol is an alpha. He has been an alpha since he was born into this world, has been raised as an alpha, almost every identified man in his family is an alpha. How can he… how can he be an omega?
“You must be mistaken. I… I am not an omega. I’m an alpha and I’ve always been one. What... What are you talking about?” He feels breathless, hazy eyes trying to focus on Baekhyun’s face, who’s wearing an expression that Chanyeol doesn’t seem to recognize.
“If you’re an alpha, why the hell since the moment you come through the door, your smell… your damn smell has been flooding the whole house like a broken dam? And you expect me to believe that you’re an alpha? Just because you’re tall… you don’t look like an alpha, honey. You are. an omega. ”
Then, when night comes
We will carve our own secret
I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing
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Chanyeol opens his eyes.
He looks around his surroundings, eyes bleary with fatigue, head feels heavy as he feels an incoming headache the longer he strains his eyes to open.
He’s at home. That is one thing he can confirm with. He’s in his room, his four-squared rooms with grey walls and his guitar at the corner, draping messily after his last use of it - two days ago.
He looks beneath him, chin jutting down a bit as he’s still wearing last night’s party clothes, the jacket he observed is folded neatly on his work chair, his black t-shirt felt cool due to the sweat that has accumulated profusely last night.
What happened last night?
He was well aware that he had drunk a couple of drinks before the shit show. He remembers Baekhyun… the guy with the leather jacket telling his name and how he was so fixated on the guy’s face, specifically his eyes before Chanyeol embarrassingly drops down and gets called an… omega?
No. That can’t be happening. No way.
How can he be an omega when he doesn’t look… nor feel like an omega? That’s a lie.
Perhaps Baekhyun’s right. Now that he realizes. He’s not really in touch with his alpha emotions too much like his alpha peers throughout school and also in university, it doesn’t help that almost all of his good friends are beta and omega alike, just because he felt more comfortable with the two kinds than his own.
He had never felt comfortable mingling around with alphas.
Groaning, he took a glance at the clock in parallel with his bed, noting that it is already Saturday afternoon. His phone, on the other hand, is dead with no juice as he staggers to plug in to the cable beside his footboard, washing himself and seeing himself out to the kitchen to replenish his stomach that is croaking in hunger.
“Hello? Chanyeol! Where the hell are you and why haven’t you replied to my messages or calls since yesterday, you dumbshit!?” Jongdae's shrill of a scream can be heard through the speaker of his phone as he multitasks to clean (according to his own standard) his room after yesterday’s shenanigans.
“Slow down, asshole. I’m at home. My phone ran out of juice so I just got to charge it once I woke up. It’s not even an hour yet since. Calm your ass down.”
“Calm-“ He took a sharp breath before continuing, “-Calm your ass down, he said. He didn’t even tell his best friend where he went last night while his best friend was panicking thinking he was finally abducted by aliens… or anything worse than that.” Jongdae grumbles.
Finally abducted? Chanyeol was puzzled. He did not want to imagine what goes on in that beta head. Sometimes, his best friend can be peculiar and asking would be a waste of time. He’ll just get even more confused.
“No… Nothing of some sort. I remember drinking… and going upstairs at Myeon’s house and I blanked and now I’m at home. I don’t even know who brought me.” Chanyeol lied. Of course he knew who brought him home. How did he manage to get in while bringing Chanyeol lanky, 6ft tall of a stature is something that should be in Buzzfeed Unsolved.
“Oh, I know who brought you home. You know my cousin Baekhyun? He texted me this morning saying he brought you home and that he didn’t get to tell me last night because his phone’s dead too. Huh. Why you all never bring power banks is something I’ll never understand. This is why I’m always superior to you alpha lots.” Jongdae boasted to himself.
Shaking his head, Chanyeol clears his throat before replying. “Baekhyun huh…. did he say anything weird… or anything at all to you other than that?”
“The only weird thing here now is you bro. Glad you’re feeling okay now. And hey! don’t you dare bail on me this Monday. You know we got that super asshole of a professor class presentation. And I’m not even done on my part. Sucks.”
Thank Jongdae for successfully distracting Chanyeol from thinking anymore about Byun Baekhyun.
“Tough luck, bro. I gotta go. My house’s a mess. See you.” And he disconnects the call.
He proceeds to clean whatever mess that he made… two weeks ago (maybe three?) worth of trash and the subject of a certain white-haired man with his leather jacket and his even darker eyes escapes his room of thought.
It’s Christmas Day, and he’s supposed to spend it with his family back in their family home but his sister, Yoora has brought tickets to Jeju for their whole family sans Chanyeol (because he got class the day she brought tickets, and inconveniently forgets to tell him about it until a week later! He’s still upset about it-) hence the reason he’s all alone in his two bedroom apartment.
He used to become roommates with Jongdae before he moved out to his girlfriend’s house, so the spare room has become a closet for his never ending clothes and instruments that he had brought from his family house.
At least the pup stays with me, Chanyeol warily eyes their family puppy, Toben. Two days ago, his mom came with their family puppy not wanting to leave the pup to a daycare or a pet hotel, since Chanyeol isn’t coming with them to Jeju for their short family trip. He thought having Toben with him would lessen his loneliness of spending Christmas alone, but the puppy basically ignores him and makes a mess out of his living room.
“You ungrateful little shit,” He mutters, cleaning after shreds of bitten rolls of tissues Toben successfully brought out of his bathroom. The pup sniffs, laying belly up in his little corner where his mom set up a dog bed comfortably for the little black fluff to nap. Maybe he thought wrong. He feels regretful now for daring to hope that Toben would cheer him up.
“What a shitty Christmas. What did I even do to deserve this,” He looks up upsetly, heaving a sigh before continuing to clean up his mess of an apartment.
He deserves a hot chocolate. Maybe he will make one after this.
He absolutely will.
I can’t throw away my growing feelings without looking at it
Being in pain from missing you is better than having lingering feelings because the embrace I’m rushing towards is warm
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It’s not more than two weeks later that he finally meets the guy who brought him home in the state where he was vulnerable and that if it’s other guys that were to smell Chanyeol at that time, he would be done with.
He gulps, as he eyes the man this time wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his hair ruffled messily by a friend, Chanyeol assumed, and even if he is far away from the group of people that surrounds the man, he can vividly hear the twinkling, yet firm sound of Baekhyun’s laughter from his seat.
And he’s wearing glasses. A thin pair of glasses that probably doesn’t even have glass on the rim. Why does it look so good on him?
“Is that Baekhyun? Hey Baekhyun!” And cue his best friend, his bestest buddy in the whole wide world calling the man from afar. Chanyeol can see his eyes which initially focuses on the person who calls his name, then slowly darts on Chanyeol’s pair of eyes then stops.
He feels sweaty under his thick pair of hoodie.
Baekhyun turns his gaze to his companions, probably saying goodbyes and see you laters before slowly walking to Jongdae and his seats at their school's huge compound.
“Hey Jongdae, Chanyeol.” He greets his friend with a small smile, acknowledging Chanyeol with a nod with his smile still intact sheepishly.
“Here is your lord and savior, Park. You should be more thankful for him. If not for him, who knows what omegas that will bring you into their beds quietly thinking they score the Park Chanyeol in their beds.” Jongdae cackles, embarrassing the taller man even more in front of the man with droopy, enticing dark eyes.
“What are you even talking about, Kim… You are just wasting Baekhyun’s time here. Hell, you are wasting my time.” He hisses softly. Jongdae laughs, hitting him on the arm. He can feel the other man stares on the hand that stays there.
Why is Chanyeol nervous?
“Calm down, Park. I just want to say it’s finally time that you meet Baekhyun because I’ve talked shit about you to him and him, you. Your time is always so shit because of so many obligations that you put yourself into and now both my kkanbus is finally here! Can’t a man be excited for some small happiness? Jesus,”
Jongdae shakes his head, continuing to blabber whatever more to make his taller friend cowers under the blazing gaze of a certain guy with glasses. To Jongdae, he just looks like a disgruntled puppy with unresolved feelings to his other taller bestfriend and while they are both alphas….
It’s not like it’s unheard of. Love is love, am I right? He’s just waiting until his idiot of an alpha best friend with the long lanky legs realizes what is literally in front of him. He’s a big guy… he can figure it out himself, Jongdae silently snickers, amused at what is unfolding in front of him.
“You are making the guy afraid of me, Kim.” Baekhyun smirks, head tilting a bit, strands of hair covering one eye.
Chanyeol's heart thunders. Why is he so affected in the first place?
“Well…. The guy can be cowardly, if I may say. It took him 2 years before I could even steal his underwear when we did sleepovers, am I right pal?” Jongdae nudges him on the shoulder, wiggling silly.
“Anyway! You two alphas jock can hang out… I don’t know, talk about your amazing best friend by the name Kim Jongdae and his amazing attributes or… hell, League of Legends cause Baekhyun’s good at that. Chanyeol, you can get a little help there, you got the spirit already. I gotta go. See y’all… never!” He pats his other alpha best friend on his cheek before sprinting off leaving the two standing awkwardly besides each other… 5 feet apart because they are not gay for each other.
Or is it just Chanyeol who feels that way?
“So… Chanyeol. I assumed you remember me from that night at the party. Before you assume the worst, no, I did not tell anyone about what happened then because I respect that you probably are not ready for the predicament of events… that may have happened once you came to admit it yourself.”
Chanyeol frowns, hands unknowingly tightening and trying to make himself appear small. Baekhyun, who is standing right in front of the taller man, sees this and feels his heart ache for this man.
It must’ve been hard to come clean with the fact that your whole life was a lie. Baekhyun understands this. The guy… while looking tall, with balanced lean muscle and strong bones, does not appear to be looking like your stereotypical omega with soft pudge and fair skin.
Imagine telling people that this whole time you were an omega while looking like a proper, typical presented looking alpha.
But Chanyeol… Chanyeol is different. Baekhyun knows this because he felt the guy. Being an alpha himself, he doesn’t necessarily hang out with the typical alpha jocks that hang around at the center table of their university compound because - that’s what they are and that’s their nature.
Alphas always felt the need to be the center of attention to attract potential mates like peacocks spreading their tail feathers looking large and almighty as they strut beautifully to attract potential mates during courtship.
Chanyeol from what he had observed, are more submissive like. Just like an omega. The night where they first met just confirmed his curiosity and basically called him to talk to the guy. He’s sweet, that much Baekhyun knows.
He had heard stories from other guys and girls from different departments who had nice things to say about the tall brown-haired man from Interior Design, so good with his hands and so helpful to his classmates. Perhaps, too good until one can say he has been taken advantage of.
Baekhyun is sure the man himself is aware of this. He wonders why.
He sees the guy huffing a breath, preparing to say something to him before a low buzz coming from his pocket successfully distracts him from arguing with the smaller alpha.
He looks again at Baekhyun, a wry smile on his face before walking away to pick up the calls.
Baekhyun stares at the taller, wondering what’s inside his head before deciding it’s best to leave.
He walks away.
He arrives home, opening the front door quietly knowing his puppy, Mongryong is still sleeping at this time and only will be awake once the pup realizes Baekhyun is inside the house.
Releasing a tired breath, he slips off his shirt and walks around the kitchen only in his jeans, taking out a cold bottle of water and drinking it, wetting his lips that have been dried for quite some time since the weather is still too cold and he forgot to bring a chapstick.
Thinking that it’s still too early for dinner, he plops on the couch, hands busy with his phone scrolling down Instagram and that is when he sees Jongdae's new post from the last time – the day he met Park Chanyeol.
It was a video, but Jongdae’s girlfriend is posing in front of the camera as in taking a picture, the loud noise from the party overpowered Jongdae’s shrill laughter and wide smiles at the camera, hands around his girlfriend's shoulders, ready to pose.
“Yeol! Yeol, come here. Let’s take a picture!” The girlfriend scrambles to hold Chanyeol’s shirt in one hand, face bright with happiness as she tried to mush all of their faces to the camera.
Chanyeol has that kind of starry eyes, glistening lips on a small pout, and eyes questioning both of his friends but as he sets his eyes on the camera, he smiles with his all face.
Thumps. Thumps.
A weird sense of emotions rushed into Baekhyun, he was not even sure how to describe what he was feeling.
A smile and he’s sold. Can’t believe how easy it was to be attracted to a guy. An omega. His heart strums love songs and everything good in this world. His wolf is content. He said, this is it. This is the guy we have been waiting for. His wolf jumps around, nudging his self-consciousness.
“This is a video! Oh my god baby, has it been recording since the beginning? This is gold!” Jongdae laughs, after fully inspecting the phone by putting his face too close to the screen, eyes brightening up that indeed it’s recording. He laughs again and Chanyeol joins in, probably because of the hilariousness of the situation.
“Is it really!? I’m really drunk! Haha.” The screen shakes for a moment before the video ends.
Baekhyun checks the comment sections, Jongdae post captions being, The baby is drunk. But this was precious. Merry Christmas to my favorite people in the world! @yumidbal @cypark
Without thinking, he presses on Chanyeol’s profile, a soft smile slowly creeping up on his face, most of the photos he posted are of his puppy, some photos with Jongdae and his girlfriend, Yumi, some of food, random selfies here and there and the latest one being a video of him in black and white playing guitar, slow strumming of the instrument can be heard while Chanyeol’s eyes are somewhere far, his gaze away from the camera recording the video.
His thumbs gently caress the man in the video, heart so fond and warm looking at that face. Maybe he was hypnotized but he’s certain that the tall omega is his mate. What other explanation can he make when the heart certainly knows what it wants?
It doesn’t help that his alpha wolf has been whining and whimpering like crazy after their last meeting with the omega. He puts a hand on his heart, willing it to calm down because it’s beating like crazy, and it kind of hurts.
He lets out a breath.
This cannot go on, he deducts. He needs to make the omega realizes that he’s safe, no matter what his second sex is. It doesn’t matter to him because he oaths to protect the tall omega, he’s sure and he’s never been this confident.
He wants to love the omega properly, showing that no matter how prejudiced the world is to omegas, and even if people will ridicule him for not being the stereotypical omega, he’s here and he will be beside him at all times.
He wants to spend time with the omega, and knows what his likes and dislikes are, his favorite food, his favorite places, his favorite songs…. so many things. They may have an eternity together, but he knows the first step of courtship is not always the easiest.
Never mind trying to convince someone that has been identifying himself as an alpha his whole life.
He looks at Mongryong whose loud pitter patters of furry feet scramble on him after eating his food. He plops down on Baekhyun’s feet, whining lightly and staring at him with unblinking eyes.
He can do this. He can absolutely do this.
He stands up, fingers thumbing the lock screen button on his phone, without realizing that his fingers slipped on the heart of Chanyeol’s post, before the screen went dark.
He walks to the door of his bedroom, retiring early because his head hurts thinking too much of a tall, handsome and so, so endearing omega.
Then, when night comes
We will carve our own secret
I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing
🎄
Byun Baekhyun likes his post.
Chanyeol gulps. At first, he was just absent-mindedly scrolling on Instagram, liking Jongdae’s post of an accidental photo of him, Jongdae, and Yumi that turned out to be a video before a notification pops up on his screen,
@B_Hundred_Hyun liked your post.
Anyone with eyes will know that it’s Byun Baekhyun’s Instagram. The guy has been tagged and mentioned so many times by fellow schoolmates of theirs for Chanyeol to not know what his Instagram ID is.
He looks again at the video he posted three days after the Christmas party, his gaze far away while his hands absently strum the guitar with no particular song in mind.
He remembers that day. His heart was practically heavy with emotions, his mind a mess after that encounter with Baekhyun for the first time and he was feeling like he just recovered from a bad cold.
He’s not entirely sure why he decided to record this part of him and share it with the world, after thinking he doesn’t really look his best even if there are comments on his photo with fire emojis, heart emojis, and occasionally some flattering comments from people saying he looks dreamy.
He doesn’t feel dreamy.
Dread. That would be the best word to describe what he’s been feeling.
It’s weird to feel this angsty and sad over something you can’t control, I mean…. the universe and fate and whatever it is up there… how can they decide Chanyeol be an omega just now? When all of his life…. he dreads it.
How is he supposed to explain what he’s feeling and what he is to other people when admitting it to himself feels ridiculous?
On the other hand, the small part of him, the little, fragile, and warm part of him that has always been a little empathetic, the one he never shows to people because for an alpha, it means weak – feels relieved.
He feels like being an omega is truly what he is. After all these years of suppressed feelings, feeling absolutely like an alien on his own skin. Being an omega feels rewarding to him.
After acknowledging this part of him, most of the days when he feels restless and wants to snuggle warmly, making a small like nest for himself where he feels warm, protected, safe.
Chanyeol smiles to himself, feeling pleased.
He vows to himself. If nobody will love him, he will grow to love himself. This is a part of him. He needs to embrace it well. He feels like he’s finally getting along with the other part of himself, his omega wolf who’s looking at him with shining bright eyes.
He looked again at his phone, his heart grew even fonder at the small notification.
Maybe he should give it a chance. If Baekhyun can smell him as an omega… does that mean he is the one destined for him?
Somehow Chanyeol's heart thumps hard under his ribcage. His heart fluttered like crazy. It feels like a festival going on inside him.
Maybe it’s time for a change.
It is time.
It’s been approximately one month since their first encounter at that Christmas party. Somehow after the first two, or three encounters he had with Baekhyun, coincidentally, or not — they both grew to be closer to each other.
The smaller alpha, may look small but he is extremely dangerous. His eyes are always so sharp, but warm. He’s always teasing Chanyeol, that small, seductive little smile he gives to him that makes his heart flutter like crazy, making him sweat internally most of the time.
His broad shoulders, his strong thighs, his tapered waist…. an ideal alpha. Chanyeol now knows why people are obsessed with Baekhyun. He heard rumors about him bedding people and usually those who were in bed with him, begging for a second time only to be rejected.
Maybe Baekhyun doesn’t like committing, is what Chanyeol deduced. Either way, he respects the alpha lifestyle and how he chooses to lead his life.
Only one thing bothering him is that if they ever truly ended up together, he can’t help but feel hurt and conflicted if Baekhyun wants to be with other people while being together with him.
It’s not unheard of, especially for people who haven’t bonded with each other. They may have sex, but they don’t necessarily be each other mates and their necks bite-free from claim marks.
Chanyeol touches the side of his neck. The feeling of getting claimed… he wonders how that would feel.
Would it feel amazing as what Yumi said? Few years back when Jongdae and Yumi got together, Yumi couldn't stop gushing about how amazing it is to know what her partner is feeling. She said that she understands the man better, and empathizes with the beta emotions, his sadness, and his happiness. Same goes for Jongdae with Yumi’s feelings.
Chanyeol used to be blue with envy as he can’t help but feel a little upset and recluse as he never really dared to be with anybody except his destined one. He knows the person is out there… but is concerned if the person can accept that he’s not as alpha-like and was not as strong to protect them.
“Chanyeol, what’s on your mind?”
Baekhyun, who was sitting beside him at the park where they agreed to have lunch, stares at him with a concerned gaze.
It’s cold, since it’s still in the middle of winter, almost in the month of February, the both wearing their warmest hoodies and fluffy jackets, inside is even warmer with hot packs that Baekhyun gave to him to put inside his jacket. Chanyeol’s ears and nose are a little red but the sun is shining brightly, and it’s almost as if Chanyeol can feel the sun's heat on their skin. It’s pleasant enough to have their lunches outside and not worry about getting a cold.
“Nothing… I’m just– I’m just a little worried, is all.” He sends him a reassuring smile.
Baekhyun doesn’t drop his gaze away from Chanyeol’s almond eyes.
“Would it be okay… if you were to share your worries? I mean… I do not want to intrude but from your face, it looks pretty serious. And-“
He swallows deeply, eyes wandering elsewhere before looking at Chanyeol again.
“And if you don’t mind… maybe I can help you ease… whatever concerns that you may have. Two heads are always better than one, am I right?” He chuckles, a little nervous.
Chanyeol smiles, shoulders sagging a little and heart drumming a tad faster at how caring Baekhyun seems to be. He is. He’s getting to know this alpha and he likes what he’s seeing.
“Thank you for your concern, Baekhyun. I really appreciate it. I think you’re really sweet…. and caring. and nice.” He whispers the last part.
Baekhyun's eyes light up, forming an eye smile that literally kills Chanyeol inside and out.
The man looks unsure for a moment before his right hand slowly creeps up on Chanyeol’s hand that was resting on the mat they brought, softly clasping it and looking at Chanyeol for a sign.
Chanyeol clasps tightly, not wanting to let go.
They both unknowingly release a breath of relief.
Chanyeol starts, “I- I’m worried. The other day when I first met you at that party… For the first time in my life I was told I am an omega. At first, I was confused… scared… and lost. I don’t know what to do with that information. Because in my life I’ve always been treated like an alpha, taught as an alpha, hell- even brought up as an alpha. And it scares me to death because everybody sees me as this big alpha that plays sport, that studies well, that is well-mannered, and it has always been that way…”
“And it was tiring… for me. I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re tired of that stereotype being plastered all over you as an alpha. I’m not saying betas and omegas don't have it as bad, I know being an alpha is a privilege but you must know… what I’m referring to.” He licks his lips, eyeing Baekhyun.
The other alpha nods, caressing Chanyeol’s hands, offering warmth and understanding.
“Yeah. So after thinking again… I think being an omega is a blessing. I feel closer to my wolf more than I ever did before this. I know better of my feelings, the things I want…. better. Does that make sense?” He chuckles drily.
Baekhyun stares at him for a while before breaking the silence with a huff of breath, “It does, omega. You are so brave…. and so true to your feelings. I’ve never met someone that is so true to themselves and accepted such shocking news to themselves this quickly. And to embrace it themselves so gracefully… you are amazing, omega. And you’re beautiful. You are so beautiful and it takes my breath away.”
Chanyeol lets out a silent gasp, forming a small circle with his mouth, in disbelief at what Baekhyun just said to him.
“Me? I’m beautiful? You are mistaken…. alpha. You are just trying to be nice. I am nothing. but beautiful.” He distressed, before looking away from the man.
“Hey, hey look at me. Chanyeol, look at me.” Baekhyun tries to tilt Chanyeol's head softly, his hand warm and so very gentle. He succeeded in getting Chanyeol’s eyes on him again. He smiles.
“I don’t lie, and I never do, especially when it comes to being honest with my feelings and what I feel… to someone I found lovely to me. You are wonderful, you’ve been wonderful since the day I met you and believe it or not, Chanyeol, I’ve known you for longer than you know me. I-“ he stops suddenly, eyes bearing so much weight that it look glassy as in whatever that he will say next will make him cry.
“I have liked you…. I have liked you for so long Chanyeol and now, I get you like this in my arms and so warm… you must know how absolutely bewitched I am… for you, Park Chanyeol. Forgive me for pouring my heart out to you like this… it makes me nervous… and scared for what you will say but let me say this first.” He gulps, eyes steel on Chanyeol’s, whose faces are rogue with shock and a tinge of thrill.
“Park Chanyeol, from the first day I saw you I know one day our paths will collide. It’s just a matter of time. You can call it alpha instinct, despite how corny it is to see alphas dangling around like idiots at the center table in our campus garden, it is absolutely the best spot to see our mates because that is when I see you for the first time.”
He looks so soft like this, another hand that was dangling uselessly now holding Chanyeol arms tenderly. His heart squeezes in exhilaration.
“There you are… with my useless cousin and his girlfriend, walking a little two steps behind them but still managing to catch up with their steps because you are so tall, but not domineering. I wonder why… you were walking as if the world has punished you for doing something bad, but then I realized how extremely enraptured I am for a mere stranger who looks like an alpha, but has a heart of like a gold.”
“How can I not like you? One would be absolutely lying to themselves to think for one second how special you are. I am aware… of the fact that you have numerous courtships from more… brazen, more confident omegas.” He licks his lips, looking away as his cheeks heat up in red.
“And at first I was fine looking at you from far away, I mean, even if you’re an alpha, I still think you are absolutely beautiful, strong, graceful, and considerate… you might want to glue your ears back because it’s gonna melt from all of the sweet, sweet things that I’m about to say to you.” He chuckles lightly, his voice a little raspy and husky.
Chanyeol whimpers a little, trying his best not to shed a tear or two, feeling completely overwhelmed with feelings.
“And if you are okay… Chanyeol, putting aside differences, because I believe we can conquer hardships together, I will like to properly court you, as my lover, my partner, and finally the love of my life that I’ve waited for so long and so worth for. I know… words can be deceiving, it’s easy to trust now because of how convincing it may sound, but I’m willing to row our boats against every obstacle out there trying to separate us two… only if you are willing to be at my side for as long as I can wish for.”
His eyes shiny with unshed tears, his hands clasping Chanyeol’s other hands so tightly, never wanting to let go of his now, found, significant other that he has waited so patiently for.
Chanyeol sobs into tears of happiness and relief, his head ducks a little and rests at Baekhyun’s wide shoulders, his other hand still clasping tightly on Baekhyun’s other one.
Baekhyun holds him as strongly and yet not trying to choke him in his embrace. He holds him until he’s okay again. Until he finds himself looking back again at those eyes he loves so much.
He’s truly, never been happier at this moment. This is it, his late Christmas gift. A gift for him. And he will cherish these moments, these precious times with his beloved for a long, long time.
Even if that day comes again someday
Let’s not rush
As we’re facing each other, lets take a step back and say our goodbyes
🎄
They sweetly caress each other, when they got back home at Baekhyun’s cozy and humble apartment, the low sniffing of Baekhyun’s puppy can be heard outside of the bedroom door. Chanyeol feels bad, as he wants to snuggle with both of them on the bed on his alpha warm bed, but there are other things to be taken care of first.
“Are you okay with this, my love? We can take it slow… there’s absolutely no rush when it’s making love with you.” Baekhyun said, his warm hand cusping Chanyeol’s red cheeks softly, looking at him with so much love Chanyeol can burst.
He looks determined, his eyes lit up with the thought of surrendering himself wholly to his alpha, nothing holding him back as he knows Baekhyun will accept everything that he isn’t, and anything that he is.
“Let’s do it now, alpha. I… I want you so badly. I want you to mark me.” He whispers at the last part, heart drumming so fast against his ribcage.
Baekhyun looked again at his eyes one time before tilting up to kiss his tall omega puckered, a bit chapped, lips, giving him a kiss that they will both remember from years to come.
Chanyeol moans softly, chasing those lips and inhaling those scent that he grew to love, as he felt protected and safe under his alpha arms. Slowly his clothes were being taken off him, thrown away carelessly under the bed, as Baekhyun's hands went everywhere to touch him, finally and deservingly getting the chance to make love to his destined one.
A little surprised, he felt something wet glide through his hole, looking down with red cheeks and trying to cover them up with his right hand before Baekhyun catches them and holds it with his, clasping it together above Chanyeol’s head. They look at each other before Baekhyun dives down to kiss him again.
He uses his other hand and thumb the wet, puckered hole, teasing him lightly by fucking two fingers inside him as softly as he can. Chanyeol closes his eyes in acute pain, not used to having anything near there. Not even a finger. He felt inexperienced, but Baekhyun's soft lips that caress him all over his face, his neck, his chest and sweetly sucking on his nipple makes him feel reassured.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous boy. Don’t ever cover yourself from me, omega. Do you understand that?” Baekhyun pulls his mouth away from his nipple, looking him in the eyes again with such dangerous gaze. Chanyeol can only moan and nods his head, his hole throbbing with want.
By the time Chanyeol feels at ease and loose, Baekhyun pulls down his pants, the outline of his cock can be clearly shown through his white-colored briefs.
“Ngh, alpha, please. Let me take care of that for you,” He begs through his broken voice, body grows alarmingly warmer and desperate for touches. With another look at his alpha’s cock, he pulled down the brief and it bounces a little before standing stiff against Baekhyun’s stomach. He touches it lightly before stroking it, earning a rough grunt from Baekhyun. His alpha hands encourage him to stroke it harder, as his hand and Baekhyun’s jerk his cock faster before precums start to drip on Baekhyun’s stomach.
He groans out loud, “Baby, I don’t think I can’t hold it longer… Move your hands baby,” He tries to push Chanyeol’s hands away from his cock but Chanyeol refuses, he shakes his head and continues to stroke it even faster.
Baekhyun groans and comes, hard. He had never come this hard from a simple handjob. His omega sweet, alluring scent and the taste of his skin makes him feel wild, like an animal on a rut. Surprisingly, he’s not. Maybe it’s just Chanyeol that makes him feel that way.
They both heaves hard, catching their breath before smiling to each other, giving kisses as a reward of a good job. Baekhyun’s hand goes over to Chanyeol’s waist, kissing him deep and long. He will never get tired of this.
“I’m ready, Baekhyun. Just… put it inside. I’ll be okay.” He looks at Baekhyun’s eyes, promising him that he’s going to be okay.
Baekhyun caresses his hair, playing with the strands.
“Okay, baby. I love you. I just realize that I’ve never say it out loud before but I’ve always been saying that in my head everytime I look at you… From now on I’ll say it so many times you’ll grow tired of it.”
Chanyeol gives him a sweet smile, “How can I ever… I love you too Baekhyun. I love you too… very much.” He moves his head forward, giving him yet another kiss that he’s so fond of.
Baekhyun enters Chanyeol glistening hole, ready and warm for him slowly. At first, Chanyeol face scrunches in slight pain before Baekhyun distracts him by peppering kisses all over his chest, mouth latching on to a nipple before slowly sucking on it like a thirsty baby.
Chanyeol moans loudly, his senses overwhelmed with the sensation he feels on his chest and Baekhyun’s warm cock in him. The smaller alpha slowly thrusts, holding on to Chanyeol’s waist with one hand, another flicking his omega’s puffy red nipple to distract him. His scent drives him crazy as it gets even sweeter as the hours go by.
They both moans in unison whenever Baekhyun thrusts shallowly, not wanting to hurt on Chanyeol by going too fast, only for Chaneyol go grow alarmingly frustrated at the pace his alpha is going.
“Alpha, I can take it. Come on, make love to me like you mean it. I can take it. I’ll take whatever you give me alpha… let me in. Please.” He begs, squeezing Baekhyun’s bicep while looking at him with his droopy almond eyes.
Baekhyun grunts, he cants his hips faster, obeying his lover’s wish. Chanyeol moans again, holding Baekhyun tightly in an embrace, circling his arms all over his chest as they rocked together to reach for climax.
Baekhyun holds Chanyeol’s thighs apart, kissing his shoulders as he goes faster and faster, shuddering his breath as he feels closer to coming.
“Baby, I’m close… Fuck, I can’t keep going longer like this, you are so warm… so fucking hot.” He licks his lips, closing his eyes as he feels that spiking white hot sensation coming once he spills his cum.
“Come inside, alpha. It’s okay.” Chanyeol encourages. Baekhyun kisses him again before going for another shallow trust, spilling his cum inside Chanyeol’s hole, covered in his slick and cum.
He groans, eyeing Chanyeol’s neck before licking it lightly, “You sure about marking you up, baby boy?” He asks for another confirmation. Chanyeol chuckle lightly, “I have never been more sure, alpha. Mark me. Make me yours.” Baekhyun smiles at him before dunking a little, sniffing his scent deep in him, before diving down and bites.
It hurts, just like any other claim bites when people are mating with each other, it doesn’t help that his alpha knot that has become swollen locks them both together, making them unable to move anywhere before it becomes flaccid once he cools down.
The sheets have become wet but he can’t help but make it even dirtier.
They catch their breath, warm bodies embracing each other as Baekhyun lays down beside Chanyeol on his bed, looking at each other's eyes with silly smiles after their sweet first love- making. Chanyeol wants Baekhyun to mark him… but he’s not so sure how to say it to his alpha without sounding foolish. Maybe next time… next time when they get to lay besides each other like this after their love-making, or just mindless fucking to let out steam, he will tell him. Either way, he’s positive that the time will come. Baekhyun makes him feels whole, and it can be scary, not knowing what tomorrow will bring, but with his mate by his side, he is sure. He is sure that everything will be fine even if worse comes to worth.
He’s got Baekhyun by his side. He’s claimed. For life.
He has never been surer than this moment.
I know the heart that blossoms and falls, and the returning season too
In spite of it all, my love has the same dream
I will fully blossom for a while before I fall, once again, forever.
END