The omega wakes in the arms of the warm alpha, blurry eyes widening when he remembers their predicament.
He shoots up, knocking the top of his head off Yeonjun's jaw who wakes up with a loud groan of agony. At the same time, the younger clambers out of the bed and turns to him, horrified.
If he'd become aware of the situation a little later, he would've been able to bask in the warmth and comforting scent of the alpha, but he's come to his senses now that the thunder is over and he's disgusted that he'd allowed himself to give in to it, again.
"What the fuck?" Yeonjun groans, massaging his jaw as he stares at Beomgyu in confusion.
He's lucky if it doesn't bruise, and if it does, he'll be lucky if no one from his dad's clan questions it with the intention of avenging him. He supposes he can tell them he'll deal with it, but it's still frustrating being bombarded with questions
Honestly, he probably would've had a similar reaction to Beomgyu if he'd woken up first, being on the receiving end is just unfortunate.
Beomgyu clutches his chest like a woman finding out she's widowed and extends his other hand, his index finger points an accusing finger at Yeonjun and the bed.
Yeonjun's confusion grows, furrowed brows and inquisitive pout showing it.
"Out," Beomgyu orders without providing context for his dramatised reaction, not that Yeonjun's particularly surprised: Beomgyu's always been a drama queen.
Though he takes it too far when he clicks his fingers and points at the door like Yeonjun's some untrained dog. The action sends a wave of irritation down his spine, and even in his tired state it takes all his will not to retaliate.
He shakes his head to clear his foggy head and check Beomgyu really did that. "What? -" He huffs and surveys the sheets he's entangled with after he rubs his heavy eyes.
"No," Yeonjun concludes and shoves his face into the pillow on Beomgyu's side, throwing his own pillow over his head so the light can't disturb him. It smells like honeycomb and comfort, which shouldn't be possible but he's rudely aware it is.
He does his best to remind himself of who the scent is associated with, while Beomgyu's mind runs over different desires.
Beomgyu wants to use the pillow to smack him repeatedly until Yeonjun rushes out of the house and away from his rage.
"No?" Beomgyu scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over to one of the windows in utter shock. Yeonjun's treating this place like it's his own, and frankly overstaying his welcome.
The omega regards the older boy in his bed, distastefully pouting away at the stubborn alpha that listens to no one. He hates the way his eyes linger over the toned arm that keeps the pillow over his head in place and rushes out, "You need to go-"
No reply. He's not sure Yeonjun's awake, either he's fallen back asleep or he's being ignorant. Both plausible, but probably the latter.
"Listen, thanks for staying with me-" Beomgyu believes playing grateful will convince the elder to budge sooner. "But it's time for you to leave."
"Beomgyu, the day has barely even started, no one wakes up this early." Yeonjun grimaces as he cracks an eye open, head aching from the rays of sunlight breaking through the gaps between the curtains.
Yeonjun holds back his huff, it'd be much easier sleeping if Beomgyu would shut up. He's going to get cranky now the sleep he craves has been taken away from him, and he's not a nice cranky person, though he's not nice to Beomgyu anyway.
Well... lately he's been a lot nicer.
"Well, I do, and you need to leave when no one will see you... which would be now." The younger crossing his arms as he commands the alpha.
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun
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