seventeen oneshots

hunger (jicheol)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11645895

Summary:

Seungcheol has been helping Jihoon out with his heats for some time. Jihoon wants to return the favour, but it's a little more complicated than that.

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Jihoon is an assertive, new age, independent Omega—who doesn't need an Alpha in his life.

All his life he's been told he's going to have to work extra special hard to get an Alpha interested in him.

And what for? So he can roll over, stick out his ass and beg to be bred?

No thanks.

The stubborn adherence to tradition just doesn't track with logic. Not Jihoon's logic anyway.

Jihoon is going places. He's a musical prodigy and he's got his life all planned out and there isn't a whiff of an Alpha in it.

He just wants you to know that, before you start getting all judgy-judgy.

Seungcheol has been helping him out during his heats, and the sex is good.

Better than good, actually. If pressed, Jihoon would probably have to admit that it's the best sex of his life, fierce and urgent and spine-meltingly hot.

Seungcheol knows Jihoon's heats dangerously well at this point, can persuade Jihoon's body to betray him with nothing more than a well-practiced twist of his wrist or a scrape of sharp teeth in the hollow of Jihoon's throat.

So the sex during his heats is pretty much spectacular; it's far and away the easiest part of his interactions with Seungcheol.

That's never been the problem. Not that there is a problem.

Outside of Jihoon's heats, away from Seungcheol's bed—they're good friends. That's it.

It's an easy enough balance to maintain, and Jihoon's got plenty of worries far more urgent than this.

(He's got two full years of college left, he needs to find a new roommate for next year when he moves out of the dorm, and then there's the ever growing mountain of student debt.)

Not that there is anything to worry about. Remember—there isn't a problem.

Except somewhere between his second and third heat, something changes.

Jihoon starts feeling possessive, jealous, and needy; things he hasn't felt before.

There's no decisive moment to push Jihoon over the edge. There's only Seungcheol, dragging him farther and farther into his orbit, tangling him up inside and throwing Jihoon steadily off his stride.

The dreams should maybe surprise him, but they don't. It's not rocket science to work out why suddenly he keeps waking up riled and overheated in the middle of the goddamn night. It's even worse when he can remember the dreams clearly, because then he can't stop thinking about the fierce hazel of Seungcheol's eyes or the strength in his hands.

Those moments—when he wakes up hot and hard in the stifling darkness—are the worst, because all Jihoon wants is to call Seungcheol, invite him over and ask him to goddamn do something about it.

Instead he lies there in the claustrophobic darkness, waiting in mute frustration for his hard-on to subside, every fucking time.

He never planned for this, so it must be temporary. He keeps waiting for something to happen, for one of them to slip up, for Seungcheol to say he's found somebody he wants to date and can't take care of Jihoon anymore.