KAISOO ONESHOTS

AURORA

Author: glossymop
Description: Incapable of protecting Kyungsoo, a fresh omega, his pack surrenders him to the most competent alpha.

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, sex

Word Count: 8k
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The daylight makes its first greeting above the skyline, rendering the town with its usual glow; for Kyungsoo, it's a different morning ahead. Kyungsoo reevaluates the dawn, missing the crack of autumn leaves beneath his hold, and now inhales a lemon humidifier in place of burnt thicket in the woods.

Different. Kyungsoo's yet to know if it's a good or bad sort of a change. Though, his pack has told him it's the former. Kyungsoo smiled through his uncertainty, pushing away the image of his pack's tight-lipped gazes.

The breeze colors his cheeks red. Kyungsoo brushes his tongue on his chapped lips, clutching the silk scarf around his neck to cover the expanse. He rests his fingers on the clothe and feels the precarious sheet of material his leader has given him. It's a gift, and Kyungsoo was reluctant to accept it, when right before that, Chanyeol had also given him the most expensive luggage he's seen.

"You want me to leave, right?"

The alpha lowered his head. No alpha should do that in front of an omega, but Kyungsoo understands. It's humiliating, and so he does not press on the issue. It's the figurative way to say the pack is not strong enough to protect a ripe and pure omega like him.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate. I'll write you down my number." Baekhyun picked up the last remaining sweater and folded the article neatly. "Never skip your vitamins, alright?"

Kyungsoo remained seated on his bed.

"Kim Jongin is... very capable. He may be serious and cold, but you'll be needing him better than us. I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo." Baekhyun gathered the omega in his arms. Kyungsoo will miss the warmth the regular kisses on his forehead gives him.

For now, Jongin is an enigma— a door he has to knock on, but not a puzzle he needs to crack. A seemingly distant alpha, but is always present as he bares his fangs to any aggressor. The name sends the big news tumbling, sounding too beyond reach. Kyungsoo wonders how he can manage.

It may be out of selfishness, but Kyungsoo refuses the negativity to dwell on him. The first time it happened was a havoc. His first heat had stricken in the middle of a hunt. The pain had sent him over the edge, shooting him down on the ground and his fingers twitching. His groans had muted his pack’s howls as they scrape eager alphas and betas in the vicinity itching to mate him. The day expectedly had ended bad, with two of their members gone and their alpha barely able to stand up. The rest of them had traded their tenderness with glower.

So now, Kyungsoo stands small beside the sofa with the luggage on his hold, unmoving. The apartment is homey enough, he’s certain, with the way the TV plays a melodrama film that fills the comfortable silence. The home’s garnished with artsy paintings of contrasting colors, and on the shelf sits car toys, which Kyungsoo presumes to be the alpha’s collection. Kyungsoo wonders if the alpha often stays, as he also notices unfinished bookmarked paperbacks placed in the consul. Most alphas find no time to spare for their private hustle, so Kyungsoo finds it different, as he sees the apartment filled with signed of life.