𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

025

The third day of his dry heat is the easiest for Beomgyu so far. He wakes up in a good mood, with the sun caressing his closed eyes and the chirping of birds in their trees. The alpha's body is a warm and gentle grace beneath him, and the firm grip around his waist is welcomed by the omega and his growing smile, pleased with how right Yeonjun's fingers mould into his soft skin.

Beomgyu exhales through his nose, satisfied, and peers up at the sleeping alpha. "Yeonjun," he whispers through a voice no longer raspy-not even with it being early morning. His head has cleared too, he notes, no longer throbbing or hazy.

"Yeonjun!" he repeats when the latter shows no evidence of lucidity, voice a tad louder. Yeonjun's eyes move beneath his eyelids but he refuses to open them, grunting at the omega in protest and turning so his right cheek rests against his pillow defiantly.

"It's morning," Beomgyu whispers with excitement, glancing towards the window that reveals the clear blue day perfect for an outdoor activity like hiking or a small picnic.

He turns back to Yeonjun who hums an unenthusiastic sound and gazes out the window before facing the younger who's resting his chin on his chest. "I can see that, Beoms." He snorts a laugh, squeezing the hand at Beomgyu's waist.

Beomgyu almost chirps in surprise, red pigmenting his cheeks.

He briefly remembers his first encounter waking up with Yeonjun in his bed. He wasn't so casual about it back then, he'd been so alarmed he'd almost broken Yeonjun's jaw when clambering out of bed.

The idea of finding the alpha sleeping under or besides him now isn't something that disturbs him anymore; He likes it, Yeonjun's always warm and his fingers set Beomgyu's skin on fire where they linger. The fire's appreciated though, it's like warming up a cold house during the winter. Perfect and right, occasionally even necessary.

His chest puffs out as he laughs at the memory of almost knocking Yeonjun out when they'd woke. up together and Yeonjun's expression turns quizzical in response. Brows furrowed and pouty lips sticking out further.

"I'm thinking about the first time I woke up next to you."

Yeonjun laughs too and removes his left hand from Beomgyu's jaw to rub at his jaw, the phantom touch of his injury ghosting his skin.

"Oh, you mean when you attacked me?" Yeonjun jokes through a gravelly voice that turns Beomgyu's stomach into a tall wave that overthrows an innocent surfer.

He ignores the lingering thought of how lonely his hiked leg feels without Yeonjun's hand there to support it, and the way his insides crave the alpha's purr of his name-all from hearing his morning voice-suppressing a shiver and clearing his voice.

His heat has a powerful impact on his vulnerable mind.

"I did not attack you." Beomgyu rolls his eyes in amusement, not surprised by Yeonjun's dramatic retail of the events.

Also, side note: proud of how stable his voice was since he expected it to come out all flustered and pathetic.

Yeonjun hums in disagreement, shaking his head. "You did." His eyes meet Beomgyu's as the light brush of his fingers run up the length of Beomgyu's spine, leaving behind a trail of tingles only shuddering can rid. "You used me for protection then proved to be the real danger all along," Yeonjun recalls, watching contently as Beomgyu intakes a breath of air and closes his eyes.

"You're so dramatic," he replies through a shuddered breath, the same one he'd successfully fought off earlier.

Everything about his body suddenly feels unsettled and it's hard to keep still when he's buzzing with whatever electricity is crackling under his skin, egging on a sense of desperation that he didn't expect to hit him. His fingers lock around Yeonjun's top in a suffocating white-knuckled grip. He's sure the alpha's picked up on the change in his scent, though he shows no evidence of it.