Jungwoo clung from his boyfriend as they got off the private jet, their combined scents of ylang ylang and geranium rose creating a small blanket over them. Chenle liked the smell, but he always thought that his scent would mix better with his mate's.
Jisung smelled of clean sheets, which wasn't bad, but Chenle didn't think their scents meshed very well. He was drawn to the younger boy though, which could only mean that they were connected in some way.
Maybe platonically?
No way. Jisung was too cute for Chenle to just be friends with him. He'd probably want to kiss him before the end of this weekend.
But did Jisung mean what he said? Chenle was scared that Jisung was just being nice because Renjun threatened to disembowel him with a spork.
"You're distracted." He heard a voice say teasingly, and Chenle started to see Kunhang grinning widely. Somehow he'd gotten off the aeroplane and was now standing in front of Yukhei's brother. "Hi Chenle."
"Hi Kunhang," Chenle responded.
"Thinking of your no-good mate?" Kunhang asked, and Chenle looked at him quizzically. "The entire family's heard. Uncle DingXiang was about to fly to Korea and slap some sense into him."
"Father was?" Chenle was shocked at that. But granted, Chenle was the pride of the family. He was the only one who had turned out as a true alpha, making him the heir to the entire Zhong-Huang fortune. So it wasn't too far fetched.
They got into the luxury car, Chenle pulling out his phone to call Renjun, only for it to go straight to voicemail. Worried, Chenle dialled the number again, but it went straight to voicemail again.
Dialling Sicheng's number, the boy answered with a groan. "Yes?"
"Do you know where Renjun is? I've called twice and he hasn't picked up."
"He's on a hiking trip," Sicheng said before sighing. Chenle could hear a needy whine, and immediately his senses craved to go back at the sound of what seemed to be an omega in distress.
"Who was that?"
"A friend. Bye Chenle." Sicheng hung up, leaving Chenle worried beyond belief.
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Sicheng rolled over to pull Taeyong closer, the smaller boy practically shaking. He was feverish, a side effect of being on suppressors for too long. Sicheng hadn't heard anything from Jaehyun, telling him that Jaehyun was truly scum of he wasn't worried with Taeyong being gone for three days.
"I want Jaehyun," Taeyong whimpered, his mark feeling like it was clawing through layers of his skin as heat rolled like tides through his body. "I need him Sicheng, I need Jaehyun."
"I don't think he's coming," Sicheng said softly, the heartbroken sob escaping from Taeyong's lips breaking his own heart.
Sicheng didn't know that Jaehyun hadn't eaten or drunk anything besides coffee since Taeyong had disappeared. He got his work done before going home and curling up on Taeyong's side of the bed, the soft smell of juniper that he loved causing him to sob.
He wanted to know what was wrong, but he didn't want to push his husband. He was terrible at describing, showing, doing anything involving emotion.
He kept feeling pulls to his husband. He tried not to follow them, but that night, he found himself in front of a little bakery that he recognised as where Taeyong and him had gone as a first date.
To his surprise, the door opened slowly to reveal another alpha, the smell of almond blossoms cascading out.
"It's about time," Yuta growled, opening the door to reveal an absolutely wrecked Jaehyun. "He's upstairs, third floor."
Jaehyun practically ran up the stairs and opened the only room on the floor. He was slapped with the underlying smell of sweat, cum, and heat, but more importantly, Taeyong's scent had changed.
When he went into the room, Taeyong shot up, his eyes wide with terror, shame, and want. "Please d-don't hate m-m-me," Taeyong whimpered as Jaehyun easily pinned him down on the bed hard, Taeyong begging for Jaehyun not to hate him.
"Why did you hide this?" Jaehyun asked, his voice hard, and Taeyong adverted his eyes.
"You'd hate me and besides I can't work if I'm an Omega and my diploma is void so I'm useless, and you hate someone useless you told me that -"
"You did this for me?" Jaehyun asked, his voice slipping into something softer, and Taeyong bit his lip.
"I just want you to love me."
"But I do," Jaehyun murmured, releasing his wrists and lowering himself into a passionate kiss.
It had been too long since he'd kissed his perfect husband.
"Now I think that I've been patient long enough, fuck me." Taeyong said, and Jaehyun chuckled.
"Yes baby."
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Ten lounged on the couch, bouncing up with their four dogs as the door opened, and he flew into Johnny's waiting arms. "Hi baby," Johnny said, pressing a kiss to Ten's forehead as the smaller boy wrapped his legs around Johnny's waist and sighed in contentment. "How was work?"
"Boring," Ten whispered, kissing Johnny's neck softly. "I just wanted cuddles."
"You'd think you were going through a heat," Johnny laughed, kissing Ten's forehead.
"I'm close to one," Ten responded.
Johnny knew that Ten was an omega from Ten getting drunk out of his mind one night and sobbing about how much he hated the smell of cardamom and that he hated being an omega.
Johnny had simply helped him get through college and sealed their house, moving out further in the country and buying a lot of scent blockers to put in the drywall.
Which is why Ten only needed perfume when he went out. He loved the fact that his lemongrass scent mixed so perfectly with the scent of cedar, and that Johnny let him adopt as many dogs as he wanted.
Johnny didn't know about Neo though. Ten didn't like keeping it from him, but it was a club and a haven for omegas. He couldn't risk something getting out.
"Don't worry," Johnny laughed softly when he felt Ten pouting. "I'm here to help you through it all okay?"
"Of course," Ten giggled as Johnny drew him into a deep kiss, making the omega smile even wider. "I love you Johnny."
"I love you too Chittaph -" Ten laughed, putting a finger over Johnny's mouth and rolling his eyes.
"Don't even try."
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Gossamer - Discontinued
FanfictionEveryone is connected by strings - sometimes they're steel, but sometimes they're gossamer.