a world on fire

visitor

Namjoon leans his head back so he can rest directly in Jinyoung's lap, and he purrs happily when the alpha starts rubbing at his scalp, brushing his fingertips through Namjoon's soft, fluffy hair. The omega greedily sucks in the tangy sweetness of Jinyoung's blackberry scent, and he licks at his plush lips, still able to taste where Jackson and Jaebum kissed him earlier before leaving for work.

He sighs happily and taps away at his phone, playing a Japanese game that BamBam downloaded on his phone earlier. It's adorable and brightly coloured, and makes cute sound effects as Namjoon slides the little hamsters along the screen. He puts them in their new mushroom shaped house which he'd spent the entire morning crafting, and he's feeling pretty pleased with himself.

He can hear Jinyoung groaning under his breath as papers rustle above his head, and he locks his phone, putting it down on the coffee table, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Joonie, it's just this script is awful. Can you actually believe my character is getting killed off soon?" Jinyoung shakes his head, glaring down at the script as though his heated stare will be enough to burst it into flames.

"How does he die?" Namjoon curiously asks, smiling warmly up at the alpha even if he isn't looking at him.

"It's so stupid! He literally falls off a cliff. Other characters get cool deaths, like arrows to the heart and shit, but oh no, not me! My character falls to his death like some sort of loser," Jinyoung sighs, throwing the script away and staring down into Namjoon's doe-like eyes.

"That actually sounds like something I would do, I'm pretty clumsy," Namjoon beams, flashing off his dimples because he knows that the alpha is completely weak for aegyo.

"I'm well aware of that," Jinyoung grins, poking Namjoon's deepest dimple, "but you didn't put all of these bruises on you, did you sweetheart?"

"N-no," Namjoon stutters, whining and closing his eyes so he doesn't have to see the amusement burning in Jinyoung's dark eyes.

"Thought not," the alpha hums, "I wish I could have been here to see that."

The omega flushes, tugging down at the edges of his pastel yellow crop top. His tanned skin has been completely painted by the deep bruises left behind by Jinyoung's pack alpha. He's a kaleidoscope of purple, blue and yellow, but Namjoon likes seeing them there on his golden skin. It feels exactly like a claim, and he guesses in a way that it kind of is.

All of the pack is here now, and each member is courting him. They do it in their own way. Jaebum's was through the mating, and the pack alpha touches the bruises he'd left on Namjoon's golden skin whenever he gets the chance. He sleeps in Jackson's strong arms every night and is constantly carrying his scent. Jinyoung seems fascinated with Namjoon's purple hair, and they almost match, the alpha's hair a slightly paler shade of pretty purple, and Namjoon's hair always smells of blackberries now. Youngjae makes sure to always ask before pulling him into hugs and before grabbing his hands. Yugyeom is shy and prefers gently touching Namjoon's neck, and BamBam is the exact opposite, latching himself around Namjoon's shoulders so he can bury his face into his scent gland.

And Mark. His scenting technique had been a little bit different from the rest of the pack, and Namjoon has to stop himself from blushing when he thinks about it. The older omega had swept Namjoon up in his strong arms from the very moment he'd stepped back in the apartment, kissing him sweetly on his cheeks and taking his very breath away. His scent is intoxicating and intense, rich ylang ylang, and it's almost way too erotic for Namjoon to stand.

The doorbell suddenly rings then, pulling Namjoon out from his thoughts of kissing Mark. He locks eyes with Jinyoung and the other boy's thick eyebrows knit in confusion, telling Namjoon that he wasn't expecting any visitors today. It's just him, Jinyoung and Mark in the apartment today and he briefly wonders if one of the other boys had been stupid enough to lose their keys when Mark shouts down at them from the top of the stairs.

"Namjoonie! Can you get that? It might be the clothes I ordered!" Mark practically screams, and Jinyoung hisses under his breath.

"Can't you just answer it yourself?" Namjoon yells, groaning as he gets up and stretches his back painfully.

"I'm naked!"

Namjoon doesn't reply this time, instantly flushing at the image and cursing the older omega. Mark seems to be deeply against the idea of wearing clothes when they're home and Namjoon doesn't think he's ever going to get used to it. The younger omega sighs and shakes his head, ignoring how Jinyoung laughs and slaps his butt directly over the cute embroidered cherry on his short's pocket as he walks passed him.

He's sulking as he walks towards their front door, kicking away the shoes that crowd the entrance. It's his turn to tidy today and he isn't looking forward to it. Even though the pack's apartment is huge they somehow manage to make a complete mess of the house. He's been told he doesn't need to clean the place up, Jinyoung earns enough money from being an actor so that they can hire a cleaner, but he wants to feel like he's contributing when he's the only one who doesn't have a job yet.

He's been looking, and is going to an interview at the library nearby soon but Namjoon pushes the thoughts aside before he can fall back into a nervous panic. He unlocks the door then and tugs his crop top down, suddenly aware that it shows off his belly button, as well as all of the deep bruises Jaebum left behind. Namjoon's ready to accept the package but he stops moving, stops breathing all together as he sees who exactly it is that's standing behind the door.