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Much to Junhong’s joy, Yongguk dropped him home that night without any hassle from his parents.

When he entered the house, he realized they didn’t come outside because they were arguing aggressively about something in the contract. They didn’t spare him a glance as he snuck into his room, going to wash up.

 

Yongguk didn’t contact him for the rest of the week. Junhong wasn’t too bothered though; he knew the other had to work, and with exams coming up, he was pretty distracted with studying anyway.

“Can we take a break?”

Junhong looked up, pen still in his hand. From across the table, Jongup was sprawled out, head on his book and pens in a mess around him.

“You haven’t even started,” Junhong accused.

“I’m drained,” the alpha replied earnestly, closing his eyes. “If Mochi was here I’d be able to re-energise though.”

The omega didn’t know why his best friend had such an obsession with his dog, but he waved him off, wanting to focus on his studying. Jongup cheered and ran out of the room, footsteps thudding down the hall as he went to search for the puppy.

Junhong sighed as he looked at the list of things he still had to cover in his study timetable. The course wasn’t hard, it was just extremely boring – Junhong had already learnt everything before, back in high school. Still, he knew better than to underestimate the difficulty of the course; his economics teacher seemed rather sadistic when it came to exams.

Before long, Jongup appeared through the door of his bedroom and padded in, holding a whining Mochi in his arms. At the sight of Junhong though, the puppy yelped and wriggled in Jongup’s hold, making the alpha huff.

“I’m a guest but he still wants to be with you more,” the elder pouted, placing the dog on the floor. Mochi ran over to Junhong and nuzzled into his leg, before settling down.

Junhong looked up at Jongup, “Now Mochi’s here, are you ready to study?”

The alpha ignored the question, “Hey, what’s happening with Mochi when you move in with Bang? Is he going to come too?”

The boy sighed again, placing his pen down. “I’m not sure, but I’m hoping I can take him with me… If not, Junseo-hyung can look after him and I’ll come visit once in a while.” He reached down to tickle Mochi’s belly, making the dog pant happily.

“I’m sure Bang will let him stay. How could anyone refuse such a cute puppy – that’s what you are, so cute~” Jongup cooed, reaching for Mochi again. The dog reluctantly left Junhong to receive pats from the alpha, and was immediately lifted up into his lap.

“Maybe he’s allergic,” Junhong said logically, but he couldn’t stop himself from saddening. If he had to separate from Mochi, he’d definitely be upset, but he could still see him once in a while. He snapped out of his daze when Mochi placed his paws on the table, “Don’t let Mochi up on the table, Jongup. He’ll sit on my laptop.”

Unfortunately, Mochi had already launched himself off Jongup and onto the table, scampering to Junhong. The puppy narrowly avoiding his laptop and sat on his notebook instead, whining for pats. Junhong reached over, and he began to yip in excitement, only for the omega to pick him up and place him on the floor again.

“He’s so attention-seeking...” Jongup muttered, bitter that the dog abandoned him.

“He’s just used to having me around; he doesn’t have anyone else but me,” Junhong shrugged, picking up his pen. “Now, are you going to study or did you just come over because you wanted to play with my dog?”

 

On Monday, Junhong was in a bad mood, and not just because it was a Monday. The omega knew and understood that Yongguk was busy and had a life on his own, but when the whole week passed and another began without even a text from the other, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. His parents came to an agreement about the contract and delivered it to Yongguk’s building the day before yesterday, so Junhong knew the elder couldn’t have just forgotten about him.

He grumbled to himself as he got ready for school, pulling a beanie over his dark hair. He glared at himself in the mirror, not happy with his appearance, but he couldn’t bring himself to care either, really. His mother would scream if she saw him going out in a black T-shirt and shorts, but he wasn’t going to see anyone important today anyway. Rubbing his eyes, he ran down the stairs and towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

As he reached for the toaster, his phone started ringing and he growled, practically ripping it out of his back pocket.

“Hello?” he snapped, leaning against the kitchen counter as he slipped two pieces of bread into the toaster.

“Oh, antsy. Is your heat coming?”

Junhong almost groaned. “Jongup, don’t talk about my heat. What do you want?”

“Just calling to let you know I’ll be over soon; I’m leaving my house now,” the alpha informed.

“Great.” The omega said bluntly, before hanging up.

He knew he shouldn’t have been so rude to the other, but he also knew Jongup would forgive him. In fact, Junhong wasn’t sure if he was very happy with the alpha – not because he interrupted his toast-making – but because he’d asked about his heat.

He was absolutely right.

Junhong despised his heat. Its approach made him feel pissed, always, and he thought he’d made it clear to everyone that talking about its approach was off limits, when it was near. Clearly not.

Just as he’d sat down with a plate of delicious, warm toast in front of him, his phone rang again and he answered it irritably, “Jongup, I’d really just like to finish my toast and have you shut up about my heat.”

“Junhongie?”

Junhong’s eyes widened at the deep voice and he looked at the caller ID to check.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself, panicking already. Can I just hang up, bury myself in a deep, dark ing hole and never resurface for air?

“Hyung – ohmygod – I’m so sorry I – I’m – I think – I thought that you were Jongup I didn’t mean to snap at you really I’m so sorry I’m really moody see my heat is coming soon and I just – I get really annoying, hyung I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Yongguk said slowly, and the omega gulped so loud that the other could probably hear. “Your heat is coming soon?”

“Um, oh, yeah. I’m on suppressants, and one of the side effects is headaches when heat approaches, so... It’s nothing too bad,” Junhong mumbled, his dumb mistake already making him lose his appetite. “Sorry again, Yongguk hyung.”

“Don’t apologise, Junnie. I should be the one apologising,” Yongguk paused, and Junhong hummed, encouraging him to continue. “I’m really sorry I haven’t contacted you for this past week. It won’t happen again.”

“Ah, that’s okay too,” Junhong shook his head. “You’re busy, I know.”

“Well, yes, but the reason is that my sister flew in from America last Thursday and I’ve been pretty occupied entertaining her. Long story short, she seems to have… well, taken an interest in you, Junhong. She says she wants to see her future brother-in-law at least once before she flies out tomorrow, but…” Yongguk’s voice died down. “We didn’t know your heat was coming. Natasha shouldn’t have left her wish to the last minute. I’ll tell her that you’re too busy to come to dinner tonight.”

Junhong knew his mother would eviscerate him if he passed up this opportunity, even if his head was killing him.

“I can come,” he insisted, even though every atom inside of him wanted to refuse. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, he just didn’t know if he could handle it. Still, his mother would force him to go even if he was going to pass out in the middle of the dinner.

“Are you sure, Junhong…? I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to your toast. See you tonight. Stay safe until then.”

“You too, hyung.”

When he hung up, Junhong sighed and stared at the plate in front of him, with toast still stacked on top of it. He grinned widely and finally began to eat, having waited too long for hot, toasty goodness.

By the time he had devoured his breakfast, Jongup had texted him that he was outside and waiting, so Junhong quickly ran upstairs to grab his bag before making his way to the familiar car outside.

“Hey Himchan,” he greeted the man leaning against the car, getting a stiff nod in reply.

“Good morning, Junhong-ssi,” the other smiled warmly and opened the back door, a body immediately jumping out and trapping him in a fierce hug. Junhong, after realising who it was, only shrugged.

“I’m really sorry about the joke I made this morning!” Jongup said quickly and took a step back. “I didn’t think before I said it. And I know that doesn’t excuse it or anything, but—”

“Forget about it, Jongup,” the omega brushed it off and moved past him to sit in the car. Jongup sat next to him, and Himchan closed the door, before walking to the driver’s seat. The car began to move, and Jongup narrowed his eyes, scrutinising Junhong’s ‘lazy’ outfit.

“Not even a proper shirt…” Jongup pinched the sleeve of the younger boy’s T-shirt. “You don’t dress this lazily, ever. Does this have something to do with Bang?”

If Junhong wasn’t suffering through the most piercing headache he’d ever had (he claimed that every three months), he would probably tell Jongup how impressively accurate his guess was, but he was suffering through the most piercing headache he’d ever had, so he just nodded and rested his head on the alpha’s shoulder. “I dressed before he called this morning, but… I’m going to dinner with his family tonight.”

Jongup clenched his jaw, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Don’t know,” Junhong replied nonchalantly. “But I do know that if I turn up wearing this ugly, plain outfit, I definitely won’t be,” he cracked a weak smile. “Death by mother’s wrath.”

Jongup smiled as the omega closed his eyes. “Do you want us to drop you off back home so you can nap instead of coming to school today?”

“That’s another way of getting killed by my mom. No thanks.”

“We’re almost there, anyway,” Himchan piped up. He watched them through the rearview mirror, but returned his focus to driving. “Will we be returning you home after school today, Junhong-ssi?”

“Mhm, yes please,” Junhong yawned and stretched. “Thanks for everything, Himchan.”

The man smiled, “No problem.”

Even though Junhong had known Himchan since he had met Jongup (the man was working for Jongup long before Junhong and the alpha met), he honestly had no idea what the older man did. He knew he was kind of Jongup’s butler... but he also drove the alpha around and took him shopping. Their dynamics were weird too—a lot like Jongup, Junhong supposed—they seemed like friends, but Himchan worked for him.

Weird.

He would’ve asked Jongup what Himchan was to him ages ago, but when he’d gathered the guts up to ask, it had already been too long. It would’ve been weird to ask ‘hey buddy, what does Himchan do?’ when it had been six months since he first started following them around. Besides, Himchan wasn’t exactly unwelcome company. He was funny and generous, even if he was a few years older than the both of them.

“Call me if you feel like dying during the dinner,” Jongup said. “Himchan-hyung will come pick you up.”

“I feel like dying now.”

“Jeez dude, how many suppressants did you take?”

 

The omega worried he didn’t take enough. So, halfway through his classes, he walked out to take an extra two pills. He was certain they would cause him more pain later, but they were necessary. He didn’t want anything bad to happen during the dinner, and he could contain himself for a few hours.

To entertain himself during classes, and distract himself from the god-awful headache, he planned his clothes for the dinner, but that was over before it started. There was one major problem with suits, Junhong thought bitterly, and that was that they were so boring: just a shirt, jacket, tie, and pants. The pants and the jacket always had to match, so there were really only three designs Junhong could choose.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t concentrate on suit-picking with a splitting headache and an annoying lecturer. Jongup was being nicer than usual at least, and offered his snacks to the other.

“Jongup you idiot, these are extra crispy!” Junhong hissed to his seatmate, and Jongup glanced to check if their lecturer (nicknamed Mrs. Helldemon) wasn’t watching.

“Just on them until they’re quiet enough to chew,” Jongup whispered back, and Junhong did so bitterly.

As he swallowed extra soggy chips, he rested his head down on his desk, and took a nap.

 

“You really fell asleep,” Jongup laughed as both of them walked down the stairs towards his car. As usual, Himchan stood against it, nodding to them.

“Himchan-hyung,” Jongup smiled, eyes transforming into crescents.

“Master Jongup, Junhong-ssi.”

“Good afternoon, Himchan,” Junhong said, and squinted at Jongup. “Hey, why does he still call you master? After two years? It’s weird.”

Jongup shoved him, “Shut up, it’s part of his job.”

“I’m just saying...”

“Junhongie?”

Junhong raised a brow and turned his head, only to face the alpha he hadn’t seen for almost a week. Even though this morning he’d wanted to see him as soon as possible, Junhong took one look at Yongguk, and let out what could only be called a squawk before covering his torso with his bag.

“Y-Yongguk hyung, what are you doing here?” he stumbled over his words, ears reddening. Jongup was so going to make fun of him later.

“Picking you up for dinner,” Yongguk grinned, and took a glance at Jongup, his smile immediately dropping. “Jongup.”

“Yongguk,” Jongup pursed his lips.

“I thought I’d go home first…” Junhong glanced at Himchan, the only one who was staying silent. Neither he or Yongguk had planned the dinner out particularly well, but still – meeting Yongguk while looking worse than the last time he saw him (which was already extremely bad) was the icing on top of the cake that was Junhong’s bad day. It only got worse when Junhong realised he’d never even seen the alpha in a bad outfit – he just looked good all the time.

Yongguk shrugged, “I’m really early, so I thought we could go shopping?”

“Hyung,” Junhong whined, and Jongup sighed exasperatedly, seemingly frustrated as he was standing in the sun for too long.

“Well, loser, I’m not sending you home, so you’re either walking home or going with Yongguk. See you later nerd,” Junhong’s (ex) best friend waved as he opened the passenger’s door.

When he drove off with Himchan, Junhong nervously met Yongguk’s eyes, and the alpha smiled.

“Okay, I’ll come, but you have to pretend you never saw me in this,” Junhong frowned, slowly removing his bag from covering his body.

“No way, Junnie,” Yongguk laughed, and ruffled his hair. “You’re too cute right now.” Junhong’s lip corners curled up slowly, eyes practically sparkling as he followed the elder into his car. When they were seated, right next to each other, Yongguk spoke, “Feel So Good shopping mall, please.”

As the car began to move, Yongguk moved closer to Junhong, letting the other rest his head on his shoulder. “So how’s your day been?” he asked, patting his head. “Has your headache been really bad?”

“Kind of,” Junhong mumbled.

“You don’t have to come to the dinner…” Yongguk said, eyes full of worry. “I can drop you home right now, if you want.”

“No, I can go,” the omega shook his head. “Migraines are just a stupid side effect of the medication. I just... have to deal with it.” As much as he made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, he really felt like dying at that very moment.

“Can I see the package the suppressants came in?” Yongguk asked suddenly, and Junhong blinked at the other, tilting his head.

“Okay… Why though, hyung?” He pulled his bag up onto his lap and began rustling through it to find his prescription. Digging through his bag busily, he scrunched his face up before pulling out the small box triumphantly, a grin on his face. “Here!” He handed it over to his hyung obediently, blinking cutely.

“Side effects are nausea, drowsiness, chills, anxiety, vomiting, soreness in limbs, nosebleeds, fevers, headaches, restlessness, rashes, fainting, hallucinations...?” Yongguk trailed off, “This is ridiculous.”

“They don’t...really do that, they just have to put it there or people will sue,” Junhong chuckled weakly, avoiding the other’s eyes. He clutched his bag nervously and stared at the back of the seat in front of him. Yongguk let out a sound of dissatisfaction, and returned to examining the warning again.

A second later, his head snapped up, “Death is a side effect?!”

“All medicine has death as a side effect,” Junhong mumbled quietly. “Don’t you have a medical degree, hyung?” he asked, hoping to distract the man from the suppressants, but the man only nodded.

He glanced at Yongguk, slightly afraid of what would happen – alphas could get aggressive when angry. He didn’t think Yongguk would, but no matter how elegant and controlled the elder seemed, it had been proven that instincts sometimes overtook personality.

Yongguk asked, voice strangely calm, “How many of these ‘side effects’ have you experienced, Junhong? Except death.” His eyes pierced into Junhong’s and the omega stiffened, knowing he couldn’t lie.

“All of them, but it really isn’t that bad...!”

Yongguk exhaled, but didn’t seem to relax, his shoulders only stiffening. “I’m going to take you home. And have a discussion with your parents. This medication,” he waved the box, “seems unnecessary. I don’t want to compromise your health.”

“I don’t disagree, but... my mother has never even told me why I take them, so...” Junhong’s eyes widened when he finally understood what the other said, “H-Hyung, you can’t take me back home, my mother –”

“Don’t tell her we were going to dinner in the first place,” Yongguk said, and ordered the driver to turn around.

“Fine, but you can’t tell her either though,” Junhong’s nose scrunched as he stared at the elder. The driver turned them around sharply, causing the younger to press up against Yongguk, but the elder held him tight with a hand around his shoulders.

“Of course,” Yongguk’s expression was affectionate, and his anger dissipated at the sight of the younger boy being adorable. “We still have a few hours until your mother comes home though.”

Junhong’s eyes lit up, “Hey, hyung, can we hang out for a bit at my house then? I-I’ll put on a movie or something, or we could play with my dog, or...” he stopped, “I don’t really know what we can do, but I want to spend time with you...”

“I’d love to,” Yongguk smiled, and Junhong beamed.

 

Back at Junhong’s house, the omega quickly made sure no one else was home before showing Yongguk around. The alpha refused a meal, but Junhong insisted on making the other coffee, even though he wasn’t entirely sure how to make it himself.

“It’s fine Junhong, I don’t really need a drink…”

The omega side-eyed the elder and turned back to his coffee-making. “I’m doing this no matter what.”

It became increasingly obvious that the younger didn’t know what went into coffee, let alone how to make it. He walked from one side of the kitchen to the other, visibly flustered, and trying to recall what his father did when he made it himself. He’d never drunk coffee in his life (excluding the cold drinks from Starbucks, but they didn’t really count), so he really had no clue what he was doing.

Having gained enough entertainment from seeing him struggle, Yongguk finally spoke up, “I don’t mind water.”  He wore a smile that was threatening to break out into a grin. “You don’t drink coffee, do you?”

“Energy drinks taste better,” Junhong responded, pouring a glass of ice water and handing it over.

“Coffee tastes just as good if you like bitter drinks.”

“I don’t.” The glass was lifted to Yongguk’s lips as he took a sip, and Junhong couldn’t help but watch. He inwardly berated himself for being weird. “I don’t like alcohol either, to be honest,” he added uselessly, wanting to distract himself from staring at the alpha.

“You’re not old enough to drink yet,” Yongguk chuckled. “You might change your mind.”

“I’m turning nineteen in October,” he protested. “How much could my tastebuds change in less than six months?” Thinking about how he was going to be an adult kind of creeped him out.

“I guess we’ll see,” Yongguk said.

His drink was empty and the two lapsed into a silence that Junhong had been wanting to avoid.

“Do you want to come to my room?”

 

As soon as Junhong opened the door to his bedroom, a sleeping Mochi perked up from the corner of his room. The omega couldn’t stop his dog from following them and jumping on the stranger, excited to have someone new to play with.

Yongguk looked around as Junhong prepared a movie; he’d been wondering what the younger’s room would look like. To the right of the room, there was a double bed which was made neatly. To Yongguk’s amusement, a stuffed bunny was tucked into the bed.

“Bunhong!” Yongguk called teasingly, and Junhong spluttered, making his way over to stuff the bunny under the sheets.

“What’s his name?” the alpha teased even more, and Junhong scrunched his face up.

“He doesn’t have a name, why would you think I’d name him... I’m not a child,” he said indignantly. The alpha raised a brow, giving him a judging look. The omega lowered his head and mumbled in embarrassment, “It’s Zelo though.”

A smiled pulled at Yongguk’s lips as Junhong took Zelo out again and hugged him in one arm, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. Yongguk wandered around the room, finding small things which were so characteristic of Junhong it made him smile, like his light blue phone charger and his study materials sprawled on his desk.

A section in the middle of the room was cleared out – Yongguk knew from his Instagram posts that it was for his dance sessions – and he had numerous photo frames hung on his walls. On further inspection, Yongguk noticed something odd.

“You don’t have any family photos?” the man questioned, only seeing photos of Mochi, Junhong, and occasionally Jongup.

“Mhm, we don’t really take pictures together,” Junhong shrugged. Yongguk’s eyes furrowed when he noticed how sad the boy looked, and he quickly held up a frame of Junhong’s elementary graduation picture to distract him, “Hey, you’ve been cute your whole life.”

Junhong looked up and looked at the photo, eyes widening. He huffed and grabbed a pillow from the bed, hurling it at the alpha. Yongguk caught it easily and laughed as he made his way to the younger, sitting down behind him and pulling him into his lap.

“What movie are we watching?” his lips ghosted over Junhong’s ear. The omega shuddered and kept his eyes on the screen, willing himself not to look at the other or else all the blood in his body would rush to his face and he would die.

“Ah, uhm, it’s just… a mystery movie,” Junhong mumbled, grabbing a yelping Mochi off the floor and onto his lap. Unfortunately, Mochi was more attracted to the stranger and wriggled free, bounding to Yongguk’s side.

“Mochi likes attention,” Junhong was almost giggling when he saw the puppy try to clamber between them and onto Yongguk. “He’s a little bratty.”

“He’s cute,” Yongguk smiled, placing Mochi back on Junhong’s lap and tickling the puppy’s tummy. To do so, his arms were pressed tightly against Junhong’s sides. “Reminds me of my Tigger.”

“T-Tigger?” he repeated, finding it hard to think with Yongguk’s arms practically wrapped around him.

“My dog. He’s a little bit older than Mochi,” the alpha scratched under Mochi’s neck. “Are you going to bring Mochi to live with us? It might be good if Tigger had someone to play with when he’s home alone.”

Junhong nodded eagerly, wondering how Yongguk always managed to brighten his mood. He snuggled back into the alpha’s chest, resting his head on the crook of his shoulder. Instead of watching the movie, the both of them were more concentrated on each other, as well as the dog on Junhong’s lap.

“Oh yeah, about moving in,” Yongguk began, calming Mochi down on Junhong’s lap with some slow pats. “I looked over the contract draft your parents submitted, and I can’t see anything wrong with it so...”

Junhong lifted his head from Yongguk’s neck.

“If I haven’t missed any small details in the contract, we’ll be married at the end of this week. We can move in together immediately after that.”

 

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and the fluff continues

o ye i removed this story from the m rated section but that doesnt mean there won't be  its just the will only be in one chapter

im not rly sure how ratings work

clarification : junhong is 18 in this fic, but the legal age in korea is 19 which is why he doesn't consider himself an adult yet

comments are very appreciated!! ♥