“Um. Yeah. I guess we did,” Myungsoo says, breathing out deeply and looking over at Sungyeol on the other side of the bed, face first in a pink pillow with muffled screams coming out of it.

 

He’s only known Sungyeol for maybe a few hours now, going from bumping into him at the convenience store to somehow ungracefully squeezing himself through Sungyeol’s 3 room apartment door, flopping down on a couch with little heart pillows by the arms.

 

Myungsoo blames the hormones. And going into heat. And Sungyeol magically being there for him, warm body during the cold winter snow, smelling like coffee and chocolate and sweets Myungsoo doesn’t usually eat.

 

Mating as werewolves for the first time wasn’t as…clean as Myungsoo had hoped it would be. He’s heard about how frenzied new mates were, and how they usually marked each other before or during the , but Myungsoo hadn’t even thought about that at all.

 

It was awkward, he went into heat, Sungyeol was there and he was a werewolf and Myungsoo should be considered lucky, despite what Sungyeol’s torn up apartment says, stuffing from one of the little heart pillows thrown down on the floor by Myungsoo’s foot.

 

He’s bonded to Sungyeol now, whether he likes it or not. The only way the bond could actually be broken was if the alpha held a ceremony for it, and Myungsoo had heard how painful and emotionally scarring it could be. He didn’t want that. He didn’t think Sungyeol wanted it either, considering how he was already writing out a letter to his parents telling him how sorry he was for mating before their consent, pathetically rambling to them that Myungsoo was a good guy, based off the few hours he’d known him.

It was an accident. It was unexpected.

 

Myungsoo could’ve been locked up in a bathroom stall somewhere, painfully shivering as he waited for the arousal to pass, hoping and hoping and hoping that no one would walk in on him.

 

They could make it work. They had to. The world was more modern now, new fashion and different living styles, but werewolves still had packs and still mated and still had to fit in with all these people, going to school and getting jobs and living their lives as normally as they could.

 

They’re taught that when they’re young, vulnerable, careless; Myungsoo’s used to trying to fit in already. He hopes Sungyeol is too.

 

 

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He gets Sungyeol’s phone number and leaves, clumsily apologizing over and over again while he tries not to trip over his feet by the door, promising to give him a call.

“Take all the time you need, Myungsoo,” Sungyeol had said, a gentle smile on his face and features soft, almost calming. Sungyeol’s handsome and kind and although ridiculously over dramatic, Myungsoo really likes him. Sungyeol’s taller than him too, which was new, so he finds that even more charming.

 

“It’s attraction,” Myungsoo tells Sunggyu, pushing his hyung’s face away from his cheek, the prying eyes almost irritating.

 

“I don’t really know him yet, but he’s certainly caught my attention.”

 

“Just know you’re lucky, Myungsoo-yah,” Sunggyu says, eyeing a cake in the little display shop to Myungsoo’s left. “This whole relationship could slump in the end, the discussion to break off the bond could arise, and then what? You suffer the consequences? It’s not that easy.”

 

Myungsoo just sighs and grabs his hyung’s shoulders, steering him clear from the petite cake shops. Sunggyu just smacks his hands away, grumbling about being hungry again

 

He calls Sungyeol that night, nervously tapping his thigh and playing with his overgrown fringe. He stumbles on his words a bit, but Sungyeol still laughs and teases him as if it were nothing. Myungsoo doesn’t think he’s ever been so thankful before.

 

They make plans to meet the next day, some coffee shop Sungyeol says is good and Myungsoo ends the call with a lame “goodnight” and immediately hangs up. There were more accidents these days, hormonal teens and drunken stupidity, but Myungsoo doesn’t want to think of what he did as an “accident.”

 

He decided to call his parents. It was late evening but they still answered and listened to him thoughtfully. His mother had cried and his father had wished him luck, inviting his son and hopefully his mate to come back home when they had time. His younger brother had just congratulated him, wishing Myungsoo all the best with his new “boyfriend.”

 

He’s truly grateful for the support he receives, the texts from his other friends and even Sunggyu’s “don’t screw up <3” lulling him to sleep. The bond makes Myungsoo feel almost empty, Sungyeol’s presence now an important factor in Myungsoo’s life. He almost misses the auburn hair and the strong feel of his hands as he lent Myungsoo some clothes, the ones he was wearing before full of scratches and rips.

 

Myungsoo feels like he should be worried, like their bond should putting more of a toll on him than it already was, but Myungsoo wants to trust Sungyeol. Trust that they could be mates without any problems.

 

He sure likes Sungyeol a whole lot, although he isn’t sure why, but they had and it was meaningful and now all Myungsoo wants is to just press up against Sungyeol’s back and sniff his neck, despite how creepy it sounded.

 

He hoped Sungyeol liked cuddling. Or could at least deal with cuddling.

 

Myungsoo practically lived on skinship and falls asleep to the idea of being curled into Sungyeol’s chest and holding his hand and waking up to his smile, bright and gummy like Myungsoo remembers from earlier that day when he had tripped over a chair.

 

He wants to make this work. And he wants to make this work with Sungyeol.

 

 

-

 

 

He finds out the next day that being touchy touchy isn’t really Sungyeol’s thing. He tolerates it, but Myungsoo can see the way Sungyeol flinches when his nerves get the best of him and wraps a hand around Sungyeol’s shoulder, or grabs his arm excitedly like a little kid because “Sungyeol, they have ice cream!”

 

They met at the café and then walked around aimlessly through the crowded streets, chatting about useless things. He now knows Sungyeol’s favorite color and his favorite food and his favorite movie and, finally, his surname.

 

Lee Sungyeol was hard to describe. Myungsoo thinks he’s sweet and caring but he can also tell how irritated Sungyeol can get, how he has a short temper and how he can only tolerate the touching for so long.

 

Myungsoo doesn’t even usually hang off of people’s backs that much until he’s comfortable around them, but with Sungyeol it feels sonatural. He guesses that it’s because of the bond.

 

Sungyeol calls him a living furnace though, smirking about how he doesn’t even need to wear a jacket because Myungsoo’s body heat is enough to keep him warm outside. It’s winter, almost Christmas time and Myungsoo laughs, wondering if Sungyeol was his present.

 

It’s twisted, in a way. Mating meant being bonded for life and endless love and all the cuddles Myungsoo could ever want, but Sunggyu’s nagging “don’t screw up” is still penetrating his mind. He hopes Sungyeol can at least deal with his clumsy self. Deal with the love gravity has for him and how he can’t cook because he tends to burn things and how awkward he could be. Deal with how he stares at things for hours without realizing it and then scares people away because apparently it’s “not normal” and too “intense” for people to handle, as Sungjong says.

 

Myungsoo gets it. He’s a bit weird when it comes to people. He doesn’t think about himself enough and thinks about other people a little too much.

 

They all tolerate it; Dongwoo hyung gives him hugs and kisses on the forehead while Sungjong just rolls his eyes, calling him a parasite and telling him to get out of the house more. Hoya…well, Hoya’s really quiet and Myungsoo likes his quietness, so he just slithers up against his arm and reads his book or plays with his camera. Hoya’s never seemed to mind. Woohyun’s too invested in getting what they all need that the food he puts out for them is enough to warm Myungsoo’s heart, and he eats each meal that Woohyun cooks happily because it was sorare now a days (Woohyun’s rather secretive, always clawing away from others and hiding in his room, getting snappy at Sunggyu hyung and brushing off Dongwoo’s kindness).

 

He’s known Sunggyu for too long for Sunggyu to even care anymore and just receives a pinch in his cheeks, Sunggyu embarrassingly rubbing them and squishing them and telling him to “stop being such needy baby.”

 

 “Myungsoo hyung you’re not a teenager anymore, get your nose out of that sappy romance manhwa and actually do something with your life,” Sungjong had said in annoyance, trying to text someone and complaining about there being no signal.

 

He did get out that day, randomly bumping into Sungyeol with mumbled apologies floating from his lips and then BAM, Myungsoo’s in heat. Not quite as cliché, but it’s close enough.

 

Sungyeol’s holding his sweaty hand as they sit on a park bench, watching the sun go down and the children run around, parents accusing them of eating too much sugar. It’s comfortable. Comfortable in the way that makes Myungsoo want to bump his nose into Sungyeol’s neck and run his fingers through his hair.

 

They’re bundled under coats and scarves and hats but he can still see Sungyeol’s auburn hair glinting in the light, the smooth glow of orange from the sunset reflecting at the tips. He has a pretty nose, Myungsoo thinks. It isn’t really big or small, but there’s a mole-or was it a freckle?-and Myungsoo kind of wants to touch it. Except that’d be weird. And now Myungsoo also kind of wants to kiss him, finding his face really, really attractive in the magic orange light.

 

He’s being cheesy, Myungsoo reasons with himself. But it’s also the bond and Sungyeol’s attractiveness is undeniable and they already mated so why not and-

Myungsoo can’t help himself when Sungyeol turns his head at him to give him a small smile, eyes sparkling and shiny and Myungsoo wonders when they’re so big.

He kisses his mate, feels the plump pink lips on his and shivers at the touch of Sungyeol’s hand on his thigh, giddy when he realizes Sungyeol isn’t weirded out nor does he pull back.

 

He’s content under the winter sun, it’s orange hazy glow slowly turning to a bright pale white as they head back to Sungyeol’s apartment, hand in hand with the occasional kiss heating Myungsoo’s cheeks.

 

The elder offers to watch a movie, grabbing a few blankets and some hot chocolate (even though he knows that Myungsoo isn’t fond of sweet things) and pulls out a random movie from under the countless amounts of coffee packets. Myungsoo didn’t know it was possible to have that many.

 

It’s almost dreamlike for only knowing each other for a couple days, but Myungsoo easily falls asleep, curled under Sungyeol’s arms and perfectly content. It was just like he imagined it last night, except better and sweeter and real.

 

That night, he dreams of Sungyeol meeting his parents, having Daeyeol teach Moonsoo how to behave better and hopefully befriend each other.

He pecks Sungyeol’s cheek when he gets up the next morning, a welcomed gummy smile awaiting him.

 

It’s truly like a dream.

 

 

-

 

 

They rip a lot more heart pillows than is considered normal and Myungsoo thinks he might need to buy a whole new wardrobe but they were happy. So very happy, and Myungsoo knows it isn’t because of the bond.

 

It was because of love.  

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AN: This probably isn’t totally what you wanted, especially because I know there’s the whole alpha/beta/omega thing but I hoped you still enjoyed!! Everything was just kinda what I already knew and then a little of what I searched up. It was also really fluffy, but I hope it didn’t disappoint~

StarlightSpirit: I actually adore this more than words can explain. I usually wouldn't read something like this at all, but the MyungYeol is so perfectly written and the characters are done to a tee. Wow, this is amazing <3

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Comment from prompt giver;

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Whoever wrote this, Thank you so so much!
I'm in the middle of a stressed exam period(as we all), and I just really needed /this/. This fluffiness, this cuteness! 
It's perfect! 
I left it free completley to interpratation - alpha/omega is totally just an assumption - and let me just tell you - you nailed it! It was way, way better than I hoped it would be!
So I'm just sitting here, really grateful and thankful!

About the story itself: 
Oh, god, it feels like Yeollie is a seme here and that made me giggle so bad. I was literally all over the place the entire time! It's so y!
Clumsy!Myungsoo - */YES, Please/* perfect characterization, thank you!!! 
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I can't wait to know who you are, so I could build you a little temple as thanks!