𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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Yeonjun doesn't kiss him like he expected. He pulls back, causing Beomgyu to let go of him while he adjusts to face the omega.

He leans forward on his hands, hazy and clouded gaze meeting Beomgyu's fascinated one. He struggles under the weight of Yeonjun's stare, wide-doe-eyes unblinking. A curl of anticipation bubbles beneath his skin and heat rises on his cheeks, too enraptured to notice it. He waits for any subtle moves Yeonjun makes.

One comes and it's the flicker of his eyes on Beomgyu's neck, drinking in the slope from his throat to his collarbone. He looses a shivering breath and then holds it, trapped by his own invisible bounds, unwilling to move.

It's unknown what is different about today than most days because this isn't Beomgyu, at all.

The eyes of an alpha on him, especially ones that drink him up like he's theirs to claim, would usually drive him mad. In a violent way. Yet, here he holds back a whine and the urge to drag Yeonjun closer to him because he's too far away again.

Buried in Beomgyu's neck would be perfect; or vice versa.

As if by instinct, Beomgyu bares his neck. He tilts his head up and to the side to give Yeonjun a better look, hoping Yeonjun understands the silent invitation. Yeonjun's brows raise, eyes flicking to Beomgyu's for confirmation. And when the omega makes no effort to object, the elder uses one hand to keep Beomgyu steady in his place. Firm yet gentle, he holds one side of Beomgyu's neck as he softly grazes his nose from below his ear to the junction between his neck and shoulder.

A familiar yet forgotten rush shoots down Beomgyu's spine, similar to the buzz of electricity or a thousand fireflies. The omega doesn't understand the familiarity of the touch. Even then, the earth-scented pheromones that bind with his distract him from the thought and he finally releases the antsy breath trapped in his lungs, letting his eyes flutter shut. He bites the plush skin of his bottom lip and sinks back into the tree, melting from the alpha's touch.

He balls the bottom of Yeonjun's shirt into his hands to ground himself, pulling him that tiny bit closer with a slight tug of the material between his fingers, encouraging the alpha to be less timid.

Yeonjun presses closer. A deep breath entering his lungs sounds through the air and he tentatively licks the swollen gland, lapping up the omega's secreted pheromones. Honeycomb sticks to his tongue, sweet almost to the point of overwhelming but Yeonjun doesn't relent, developing a sudden sweet tooth.

The younger moans, back arching at the answering act he prayed for. His fingers clutch tighter onto Yeonjun's shirt, desperate for the comforting body heat he provides. His fever long forgotten.

However, the omega's moan acts like a break for Yeonjun's trance and he jolts away from Beomgyu like he'd been scolded, eyes wide. He looks horrified and Beomgyu's uncertain whether he's to blame, rolling his lips with concern. Beomgyu's confused eyes roam over Yeonjun's face, searching for an answer.

Someone's heart beats violently-he can't tell if it's his or Yeonjun's.

His eyes drop down to Yeonjun's chest, like if he looks hard enough he'll see his heartbeat, but it works to no avail. Yeonjun gulps and the lump in his throat is next to catch Beomgyu's attention. His scent gland's right there and he could've lapped at it, now it's radiating the damp scent of Yeonjun's fear, flooding his nose.

Beomgyu can't say it does much to ruin it, but that's his omega talking.

Before he has a chance to say anything, Yeonjun is clambering down the tree. Leaving him alone as the earth falls victim to the night, a dark shadow cloaking the land.

He watches emotionlessly as he sprints off. He doesn't try to stop him, there's no point. He's beginning to realise what they've done too, and he would've done the same as Yeonjun if he'd come to his senses first.