“Ah, so he finally went home.”

“Yeah.” Jihoon held a hand out to catch some droplets of rain. “I’m all alone again.”

“Don’t say it so depressingly.” Seungcheol’s arm around his waist tightened a little. “I’m still here, and it just so happens that I adore you. Buck up.”

Jihoon chuckled a little, leaning in a bit. “This is true.”

Seungcheol smiled in the dark of the evening. “Want to go out and catch a movie?”

Jihoon sighed a little. “I don’t feel like staying out. Can’t we watch something on Netflix at your place?”

“By not feeling like staying out, what you really want is to be cuddled and snuggled under the blankets while it’s raining outside, don’t you?

Jihoon grinned. “That’s exactly what I want, sir.”

Seungcheol leaned down to give his boyfriend a sweet, fervent kiss on the lips. “Okay,” he smiled. “I can provide that.”

Jihoon was comfortably set between Seungcheol’s legs, back up against the alpha’s chest, watching the brand new musical with some interest. His boyfriend’s hands were folded on his stomach, as per usual. It was a very comfortable setting for them both.

But eventually, Seungcheol’s lips began to wander to Jihoon’s neck; the barista let out a little breath, slowly moving his head a little to give his lover more room.

Seungcheol’s hands began to unfold on Jihoon’s stomach before his fingers began to slide up, playing along the barista’s throat before letting one hand move to his chest, and the other further down south.

It took him a moment.

“. Sorry, Jihoonie.”

“…what?” It took the barista a moment to pull himself out of his happy daze to turn to his boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

“I got carried away, touching you.” Seungcheol’s expression was apologetic, and a little fearful. “Sorry. I know you’re not ready. I didn’t mean to get carried away.”

“Hey.” Jihoon all fours on the bed and leaned in to kiss Seungcheol deeply. “Don’t worry. If I wasn’t enjoying it, I would stop you. Believe me.”

Seungcheol flushed pink. “E…enjoying it?”

Jihoon turned around again so his boyfriend wouldn’t notice him turning pink to match. “Sh.”

Seungcheol stared at the back of his barista’s head for a moment before experimentally pulling an arm over to caress up the inside of his thigh. The little twitch the omega gave was more than enough encouragement.

“You’re kind of y,” Seungcheol whispered, lips catching on the barista’s earlobe.

Jihoon gulped, breathing hard already. “…this is probably a bad time to tell you I’m a ?”

Seungcheol paused. “You what?”

Jihoon went bright red. “I… I’ve… I’m… I ne- uh… never… um…”

Seungcheol didn’t move for a couple of seconds and Jihoon began to get a little nervous. “Um… Ch-Cheol?”

He didn’t respond.

Jihoon began to slide away, heart doing something in his chest – whether it was beating or breaking, he couldn’t tell. “I should go,” he whispered, going red to the tips of his ears in shame.

“No!” The sound Seungcheol made was so frightened, it made the omega jump. His alpha gathered him back into place, crossing his arms across Jihoon’s shoulders. “No, no, no-no-no, baby. Precious. Precious Jihoonie. Most precious Jihoonie. Don’t leave me. Precious baby.” Seungcheol’s forehead pressed against Jihoon’s back. “Don’t go.”

The omega froze, confused.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“S-sorry. I know it’s not… um. But there’s nothing I can… I mean… I could always pay for a service if you didn’t want to-”

“Shut up.” Seungcheol pulled the boy around to face him, rattling him in the process. “Don’t you ever say that again. Jihoonie… I love you.”

Jihoon froze for a single second.

“I love you, Jihoon. I’m sorry I was insensitive. I didn’t know you were still a .” Seungcheol closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against his omega’s. “I will cherish you forever, if you’ll let me. You mean a lot to me, Jihoonie. I don’t want your first time to be a rough and tumble in front of Netflix, if that’s alright with you.”

“…L-love me?” the poor barista repeated slowly.

“Shhhhh,” Seungcheol cooed. “I love you, Jihoonie. I’ll do anything for you. I’m sorry. Why would you say you’d pay a service? Do you think I wouldn’t want you if…? How could something like that make me love you less, want you less?” He saw the downturned look on his lover’s face and dropped his jaw a little. “…Jihoon, are you ashamed?”

“Of being a in my twenties? yes!” the poor omega broke out.

“No, no no no no no no no!” Seungcheol’s fingers gently swept down the sides of Jihoon’s face and neck. “Don’t feel shame over something like that. My beautiful, beautiful Jihoonie. I love you. And the only thing about… this… is that now I get to make sure your first time is the best experience you ever have. Do you understand?” His large, brown eyes held Jihoon’s for a long time. “Alright?”

“…alright,” Jihoon answered in a small voice.

“Alright.” The alpha broke out into a smile. “That’s my baby.”