𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 22 | chensung

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When Chenle woke up again, the room was humid and stuffy. The blind was still down and the door was closed, but hot sunlight poured through the gaps in the synthetic material — light that was too intrusive to be early morning. It must've been the afternoon.

He sat up. The bed was empty of Donghyuck's presence. He flopped back down almost immediately, holding his head with the headache from hell afflicting him. Downstairs he could hear voices talking and going about the daily routine of the Lee household. Oh my god, he thought and squeezed his eyes shut, Mr. and Mrs. Lee must feel so put out.

After a few moments, the soft thud of feet ascending the stairs alerted him that someone was obviously on their way up. He pulled the covers up even though he was too hot. His bottoms were merely tartan shorts and the top was a button-up matching tartan, long-sleeved, and blue. They were Donghyuck's, not his.

And then it was someone most unexpected who opened the door. Jisung knocked, didn't get a response since Chenle was not in proper clothes, and inched the door open. He had stopped by half an hour ago to see if the omega was okay, but Mr. Lee had reeled him into a long conversation about Jisung's ambitions to become a policeman like his dad. Apparently it had been Mr. Lee's lifelong dream to join the police force when he was eighteen as well, but there was a height restriction. Being a short beta, he wasn't quite tall enough. Then he grew another little bit in college but wasn't assed to take the physical exam.

And that was long story short.

The lovely man had then asked Jisung to take a glass of water up to Donghyuck's room, which he explained (without necessity) was the room with the name 'Donghyuck' on the door, painted on when the boy was fifteen and taking supplementary art classes. He was to leave it on the bedside table if the omega wasn't awake.

Donghyuck had met him on his way out to the shops to stock up on suppressants while Jisung was on his way into the Lee residence. They exchanged mutual greetings, the alpha received a brief on Chenle's current condition, and Donghyuck received an explanation as to why Jisung stopped by. He had not needed an explanation to let him into the house. He trusted Jisung.

"You awake?" Jisung called softly, not wanting to disturb Chenle. As soon as he opened the door, the scent of the omega pulled him in and he couldn't help stepping inside. Finally he pinpointed that gorgeous scent. It was marshmallows. "Chenle?"

The said boy rolled over to face him with his hands over his face, embarrassed of his awful state yesterday. "Jisung, I-" Before he could apologise for the events, he was wrapped in sturdy, protective arms. The glass of water was beside him on the table and the alpha was consumed by the scent and his own relief.

"You're okay," he breathed.

Chenle felt his way to the boy's back to return the hug. He felt so small in the embrace, and for once, he didn't mind identifying as an omega if this hug gave him such reassurance. He flopped like a rag doll.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like the living dead," he chuckled dryly and breathed in deeply the aroma that calmed his nerves so much. His mind began to fog as the scent egged the omega part of himself to submit to the alpha aroma. He breathed out with a quiet whimper and clung tighter to the hug, not wanting to fall back into a heat-induced state of mind. "Jisung," he murmured, "thank you. Yesterday, I- Well, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't been there."

The younger pulled away and lay the omega down, not missing the small fistful of his shirt that he grabbed to feel connected to him. Jisung knew it was probably only part of the alpha-omega dynamic, but it felt very intimate.

Chenle pulled at Jisung to lie beside him. He knew it wouldn't be appropriate if Mr. or Mrs. Lee walked in to see it, but it felt necessary that he cuddled up to the alpha. He didn't know why, but it wouldn't feel right if he didn't. Thankfully, Jisung understood and complied. The elder lay his forehead against the alpha's chest with his fingers still holding onto the front of his shirt. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he sighed, referring to the scene in the toilet. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what it was that Jisung saw but he knew it mustn't have been good. After all, he could feel one of the hickeys bruising on his neck.

"Don't say that."

"..."

He pulled the omega closer. He had no sense of how his usual intensity of scent and pheromones were like an overload to an omega in heat. Chenle felt himself go all gooey in the limbs. In turn, he released stronger pheromones himself.

"Ji," he mumbled and tried to sit up. His eyes were clouded and his senses fogged by the aroma. He moved to straddle the unprepared boy and placed his hands on either side of Jisung's head.

At first Jisung was surprised by the action. He's not going to do anything, the younger mentally decided. He could see that Chenle was going off the fuel he had left and was probably about to conk.

"Ji, it's too hot," he complained, hips moving down to sit him on the alpha's waist. His hands slid down the pillow along the taller boy's chest to settle neatly just above his bellybutton. He leaned down, indefinitely holding the attention of Jisung, who was also being influenced by the relaxing pheromones. Chenle hovered over his lips, itching to taste them, itching to connect with them and lose himself. The omega part of himself willed his stable side to let go. Just indulge. He could feel the other's breath.

Jisung couldn't tell if he wanted it to happen or not. Under any other conditions, he wouldn't mind, but under the influence of a heat...

Chenle's face pulled away and went past his lips, pressing his forehead against his shoulder. Jisung sat up with the omega in his lap, whose arms heavily moved to hold himself up by wrapping around the alpha's shoulders and neck. "What do I smell like, Jisung?" He hummed almost inaudibly, lips slightly parted to pant through the strain.

"...Marshmallows," he answered in an undertone, smiling against the omega's shoulder.

"...That's good. You... like marshmallows... don't you?"

Jisung then enquired, intrigued, "How did you know?" But when there was no answer and only rhythmic rises and falls of Chenle's chest against his own, he realised that Chenle had dozed off. He lifted his hand to run it through his black locks soothingly.

He looked over at the bedside table. Chenle hadn't managed to drink some water...