𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

002

Soobin's house isn't far from Beomgyu's (only a street away) which is convenient because, on restless nights like this, he tortures his best friend with all the buzzing thoughts keeping his brain awake no matter how random.

One thought Soobin won't ever let him forget is Beomgyu admitting he wants to know what scenting feels like.

Growing up with an unaffectionate father that he admired meant he wanted to mirror him the best he could, leading to him pushing away his mother's attempts at comforting or scenting him.
And it worked because as he got older, it's said he got his independence from his father, who willingly avoided comforting his child at all costs and was happy to see when Beomgyu would wipe a snotty nose and push away a hand aiding him if he ever tripped and fell, insisting he was fine.

That is the reason why as a twenty-year-old omega he can't remember the feeling of it at all. He doesn't have the faintest memory of the rush of pheromones running through his body and clearing his mind, but he wants to know if it's as good as others say. He's overheard plenty of conversations about scenting and how much it was raved about, and he doesn't understand the rave.

It can't be that good, right?

Soobin had offered to show him-probably a part of his alpha wanting to please the omega and help him in any way he could-and although that was Beomgyu's intention, he put on a hesitant demeanour to not look desperate for attention, which he swears he wasn't, he was just curious.

Soobin's soft hand had grabbed Beomgyu's wrist (the safest option given Beomgyu's violent track record) and turned it over so the centre of his wrist was turned upwards. His eyes slid to the omega's for confirmation before he pulled the wrist closer to his nose, remaining cautious, giving Beomgyu time to decide against it. As his best friend, Soobin hadn't wanted to risk scenting anywhere else and overstepping a boundary. So, he placed his nose on Beomgyu's wrist when he made no indication of pulling away, nuzzling small circles into the untouched gland.

At first, Beomgyu stiffened. His shoulders rose towards his head and his fingers curled into an uncomfortable claw. Soobin was ready to pull away when the younger's body softened, shoulders dropping as a sigh of relief passed his pouty lips. A wave of relaxation washed over his body, cleansing the once adamant worries and stress sticking to his skin. His pent-up irritation died entirely, ridding him of the memory of his hellish day. He had a love-hate relationship with it. He loved how calming it was, but hated how alphas could have such control over him with a simple act.

However, something was missing. No tinge of electricity ran through his body like he'd heard others describe. He didn't feel uncomfortable melting into a puddle and cuddling into Soobin, letting the final hours of the day pass. He was satiated but not satisfied.

He thinks maybe it's different for everyone, some feel static electricity and a wave of comfort, some notice a release of their troubles. Beomgyu was grateful it had some positive effect on him, even if he couldn't ignore the scratchy feeling that there was meant to be something more to it.

That was the first time he'd done it, but he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't like to do it again. And maybe if he ever did, he'd find that missing piece.

"Beomgyu!" Soobin snaps his fingers in front of Beomgyu's face, watching as the latter retracts his head, eyes widening as he comes to reality.

"What?" Beomgyu almost bites from being disturbed but resists it considering it is Soobin, his dear friend.

"You were spaced out." The other chuckles, turning back to their video game.

Beomgyu looks at the game in time to watch his character be killed off and the words 'game over' written over his side of the split screen.