tamed - nct, shotaro x nct

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"i-it's okay, i can do it..." the omega spoke in a low voice, his eyes looking at his feet as he fidgeted with his fingers, too intimidated by all of the pairs of eyes that were on him.

"you really don't have to, if it bothers you." kun patted the boy's back gently. "we don't want you to feel forced."

"i know, b-but i don't mind..." shotaro assured.

"really?" taeyong crouched in front of the omega to look at him in the eye. "we can ask the makeup artists to draw them on us if you feel uncomfortable."

"n-no, i d-don't want you t-to appear with f-fake marks..." shotaro stuttered more than before. "i-i want p-people to see m-my marks on y-you..." he finished; his cheeks as red as tomatoes as all of the nct members stood frozen on their spots at the words that had left the boy's lips.

i want people to see my marks on you.

shotaro wanted people to know the nct members were his.

he wanted everyone to know that they were taken.

he wanted to claim them by marking them.

omegas were the least territorial beings on earth, far behind betas, and even further behind alphas. this secondary gender was known to be the weakest, and so, they weren't supposed to be able to claim their territory. if anything, they were the ones to be claimed as someone's territory or belonging.

but there was one exception; omegas could become territory towards their alphas. and this wasn't exactly territorialism, it was more possessiveness or not wanting to share what had been declared yours. and the omega's mark on an alpha was a claim from the omega that the alpha was theirs and their only, meaning that no one could think about doing anything with that alpha again. and this was shotaro's exact comportment right now.

"excuse me to interrupt, but..." the photographer approached the omega, catching the attention of the alphas. "...he's your mate?"

"yes." chenle replied simply.

"oh my god, i didn't know!" the photographer exclaimed. "hello, little guy! i'm the photographer." he introduced himself, holding his hand out for the omega to shake.

"h-hello..." shotaro shook the beta's hand shyly.

"aww, you're a cutie pie. i wonder how you're surviving with those 22 angry alphas that are always hor- "

"yeah, he's ours, stop harassing him." ten pushed the photographer away, standing between shotaro and him.

"of course." the man chuckled. "overprotective alphas, i should have guessed."

"yeah." jisung raised a brow, his arms crossed over his chest.

"okay, i'll let you figure out whatever you need to figure out, and we're starting the shoot again in ten minutes." the photographer declared. "don't hesitate to go and see the makeup artists if your mate thinks he's not ready to mark all of you."

the photographer and the other crew members that were there walked away, leaving the 23 mates together alone to figure out what they should do in peace.

"so... w-who wants to start...?" shotaro asked with a cough.

"do you really want to mark us, pup?" yuta questioned, making the omega blush at the pet name he loved so much. "we won't be mad at you if you say you don't feel ready."

"i-i do feel ready." shotaro nodded. "y-you all marked me... a-and... and i-i want to mark you too..."

there was a long silence during which the omega looked successively at all of the boys.