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this night together - chapter sixteen (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter sixteen: a new normal

chapter summary: you're just starting to settle into your new home when wooyoung's heat strikes, unexpected and full of life changes for everyone.

warnings: anxiety, panic, traumatic heat allusions, but also almost entirely smut including: extreme horniness and neediness, grinding, fingering, oral f receiving, squirting, absolutely wet as fuck sex, cum/slick as lube, heavy makeouts and sexual awakenings, dvp and dp, (basically reader is double stuffed until she sees jesus), creampies, excessive orgasms, excessive cum, knotting, frottage, ball play, excessive use of praise b/c we know our boys love a 'good girl', size kink / reader is described as 'little omega' but it's more in a she's shorter / it's flirty way

notes: thank you all for waiting, i truly hope this chapter doesn't disappoint especially considering it's almost entirely smut. i think this will have ~2 more chapters, and they are already in flight! so more to come soon. thank you all. 💖

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 14.2k

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before we get started, a couple new terms for those of you that are new to omegaverse!

nest / nesting: we've talked about this before, but as reader's nest actually features in this chapter i wanted to clarify that omega's nests are usually considered sacred and private spaces that belong to them / that they invite pack members into. her instincts to rearrange and make it her own are kind of primal, deep seated instincts to make the space hers. prime / prime alpha: this is called a lot of different things in different a/b/o universes, but the idea of a primary alpha is essentially like a pack leader. in packs of wolves for instance you may have many males or dominants (i.e. alphas) but only one would be the top of the pack / leader. it's not as literal within my a/b/o universe, but you can think of it more like which one of them fills that 'leader' role more often and kind of takes that burden onto their shoulders. spikes / heat spikes: this is something that can happen to omegas where they kind of go through a mini-heat or like a sudden wave of heat that's disconnected from a full heat that would have multiple days etc. this can be triggered in many different ways as you'll see, but i wanted to emphasize that this is not a full heat, and these spikes usually go away after a knot or after the omega is sexually satisfied and they 'cool off' so to speak.

okay! onto the chapter.... i hope you all enjoy!!

Few things feel as good as sleeping in on a Saturday after the week you’ve had, but sleeping in next to your boyfriends, your mates? That was another type of good all together.

The choreography had been nothing less than intense this past week, actually challenging in ways that made you irritated at your lack of instant muscle memory. Your body aches and you’re exhausted, but at least you have no alarm set and the warmth of your alphas surrounding you.

Sun peeks in through the slits in the blinds, finally hitting that perfect position in the sky to cast a swath of bright light over your eyes, and you shift in the sheets, tucking your face into the pillow with a little groan.

A warm hand slips over your lower back, curling around until it’s splayed wide over your belly, and then suddenly you’re pulled back into Yunho’s arms with one tug. He’s still half asleep, gathering you up and enveloping you like you’re nothing more than a body pillow, something grumbled and inaudible from his lips as he sighs against your hair.

You shift in his hold, “Babe, I need to breathe,”

He sighs, arms loosening a fraction.

Across the pack bed, Mingi groans and rolls over, blinking and searching for his glasses on the side table with one hand before reaching for you. His hand closes around your wrist and he tugs you towards him, but Yunho holds you tight.

“Only one of me,” You laugh.

Mingi blinks, eyes opening properly and he smiles sleepily, his hair a chaotic haystack, “Morning,”

“Morning,”

“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “what time is it?”

“Almost ten,” Mingi says through a yawn.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Yunho buries his face in your hair, yawning too.

Today was supposed to be the day Yunho finished his project, and the moment you remember that, anticipation thrums through you in a wave of silly giddiness, and you wriggle in his arms.

“Baby,” He groans.

“Yunho,” You exaggerate out his name, shifting again in his hold.

“Fine,” He relaxes his arms, “I’ll cuddle Mingi,”

Mingi snorts a laugh.

“Yun,” You murmur, trying to keep the excitement in your voice to a normal level, “don’t you remember what today is?”

“Saturday?” He yawns again.

“Saturday,” You nudge him in the ribs.

He smiles, cracking an eye open, “If it’s Saturday,” he says, “why are you waking me up?”

“Because,” You nudge him again.

“Because why?” He opens his eyes properly, looking down at you, an amused expression on his face.

You grin, “My surprise,”

“Baby,” He shakes his head, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “I said it might be ready to show you this weekend,”

“Oh, come on,” You sigh, “please?”

“Sweetheart,” He tries, but you’ve made up your mind.

“Yunho,” You sigh, “I know it’s a nest,”

He rolls his eyes a little at your persistence, “I know you know,”

“Mingi,” You turn to him, “get him to let me in,”

Mingi grins, running his hands through his messy locks and sitting up, “What do you think I’m going to be able to do?”

“You’re both no fun,” You groan, your forehead dropping to the mattress.

It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho exhales, “Fine,”

Your head snaps up, “Really?”

“Yes, really,” He concedes.

He’s about to say something else, but you’re climbing out of bed already like you’re a kid on Christmas morning, and Mingi laughs as you slide over him and reach back into the bed to pull them up.

“Now?” Yunho grins.

“Yes, now,”

“Just remember it’s not totally finished yet,” Yunho says, “almost, but,”

“Come on,” You groan, pulling at his hands and trying to get him out of the bed.

Yunho pushes himself up to standing, yanked forwards by your momentum and you both stumble down the hall, Mingi following behind with a lazy morning smile on his face.

“Bro,” Mingi laughs, “you caved in like two seconds,”

“Whatever,” Yunho shoots him a look.

“Please,” You laugh, stopping in front of the tightly shut door in the hall, “you’re both too easy,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yunho drops a kiss on the top of your head and reaches for the door handle, “alright, close your eyes a second,”

You follow his instructions, eyes shut tight and a stupid smile on your face.

You hear the door open, and as subtly as you can you crack one eye open. Yunho’s reaching inside the room, the door barely ajar enough for his arm to fit into the space, and he’s fumbling to find something before he opens the door fully.

Mingi clears his throat, soft but pointed at catching you spying, and your eyes close again.

Reduced to just listening again, you hear the door open wide, and the shuffle of slippered feet as Yunho steps behind you.

“Alright,” He says warmly before he touches your arms, “a few steps forwards,”

You slowly follow the push of his body behind you until you’re in the right spot.

“Okay,” He sighs, kissing your hair once more, “just remember we can change anything you don’t like, we just wanted to give you a starting place,”

You nod eagerly, stomach flip flopping in anticipation.

“I love you,” He murmurs, and then takes a step back from you, “now open your eyes,”

A sharp gasp leaves you the second you open your eyes and see what he’s been working on for the past few weeks. The room is unrecognizable from what it used to be, and you take a few steps deeper into the room to get your eyes on it all, “Oh my god,” you breathe.

There’s nothing unfinished about it, at least not to you considering you’ve never had a proper nest before. You take in the details in a rush, your eyes flicking over everything, a hand pressed over your surprised lips.

There’s no bed frame, but there is a large nesting mattress big enough to fit the three of you during your heats or for you to get lost in when you need to be alone. Layers and layers of blankets in soft blues and purples that all look deliciously soft, pillows of varying shapes and sizes making the mattress more of a literal nest, and more set to the side on the floor so you can truly make it your own.

The lights are low, shades drawn to minimize the natural light, but warm fairy lights are draped above the bed and small lamps and nightlights are set around on shelves and the floor alike to create a cozy, soft energy to the space.

Along one wall you notice Wooyoung’s influence immediately, details you remember from his own heat sanctuary, a small fridge and shelves stocked with all the essentials.

“Oh my god,” You echo, chest tight with emotion, “you did all this?”

“We did,” Yunho says, “Wooyoung was pretty instrumental in the design choices though,”

You smile, turning back to find your alphas, “It’s perfect,”

“You like it, baby?” Mingi asks, a smile spreading across his own face.

“So much,” You spin on your heel to take it all in again, “I just, fuck, I can’t believe it,”

“Yeah?”

“I have a nest,” You laugh, “a real one,”

Something flickers in your chest, your omega instincts crackling to the surface. You take a few more steps into the room, up to the edge of the bed and drop your hand over one of the soft pillows. You give it a tentative squeeze, and then you feel something you haven’t felt properly in years. Your chest starts to tighten, your hands itching, and an anxious tug from deep inside has you suddenly operating on instinct alone.

Your alphas had done beautifully, they had given you such a canvas to work with, but it was up to you to make it whole.

In a haze, you change the blanket and pillow configuration, a flurry of down and cotton as you toss pillows from one place to another and rearrange, exploring every texture and finding its proper home. When you move from one side of the bed to the other though, you stumble over a large plastic laundry basket that stops you dead in your tracks.

The whisper in your brain that something was missing quells as you look down to see a mix of Yunho and Mingi’s shirts and sweatshirts, all crumpled from wear and doused with their scents. You find their homes too, tucking them into their new homes, finding places for their comforting scents so that even when they aren’t physically present they are with you. You set one of Mingi’s hoodies aside, saving it to wear, and then you pick up the last item in the basket.

Yunho’s blanket, the soft gray one that they wrapped you up in during your heat.

With the blanket in your hands, you turn back to find them, your omega instincts telling you something completely different this time.

When you turn, you realize they’re still standing in the hall at the doorway, watching you with warmth.

“Oh,” You blink, “why aren’t you in here with me?”

“Giving you time to acclimate,” Mingi notes, nodding towards the reworked bedding, “this is your space, what you say goes,”

“This is,” You sigh, holding the blanket closer to your chest, “I can’t believe you did all this, it’s too much,”

“It’s not,” Yunho insists softly, “it’s what we should have done from the beginning,”

You soften at that, “Yunho,”

A small smile pulls at his lips, and his eyes flick to the floor, blush creeping up his neck, before meeting your eyes again, “I had a lot to learn when you spent your heat here,” he explains gently, “I probably still have a lot to learn,”

Your heart quickens in your chest.

“But I want to be a good alpha to you,” Yunho murmurs, “I wanted to do this for you,”

Mingi smiles, straightening up with pride and clapping Yunho on the shoulder to give him a squeeze of approval, “You’re a good prime,”

Yunho’s head turns sharply to the side to look at Mingi in wide-eyed disbelief, “What?”

Primes, prime alphas, in packs aren’t just common, they’re essential. In a group of alphas, it’s necessary and healthy for the good of a pack to have a leader, but those dynamics usually don’t reveal themselves clearly until a pack is much more established, with time and often with claims to solidify things.

Despite that biological truth, Mingi shrugs, “Don’t look so surprised, of the two of us, you were always going to be prime,”

“I, I mean,” Yunho stumbles over his words, “we don’t know that for sure,”

“We do,” Mingi smiles, “don’t lose your head over it,”

Your chest warms, and with a soft clear of your throat you bring their attention right back to you, “Can you both please get in here?”

Mingi grins, but Yunho still looks unmoored and all he can manage is a flustered blink at you, “Are you sure?”

You sink back onto the bed and nod, “Yes, I’m sure,” you smile, “now, please, Alphas, will you come in or do I have to drag you in?”

Both of their eyes sharpen in on you at your tone, and they’re across the threshold and at your side in seconds.

Mingi crouches in front of you, his large hands sliding up and down your thighs, “So,” he murmurs, “you like your present, baby?”

Heat stirs, something primal and hungry awakening in your belly.

“Yes,” You murmur.

“Yunho,” Mingi looks up at where Yunho’s still standing, something dazed in your lover’s eyes.

“Hmm?” He looks down.

Mingi nods, gesturing for him, and Yunho follows instructions, sinking to his knees.

“I think I scared him,” Mingi huffs a laugh, nudging Yunho with his shoulder.

“I’m good,” Yunho blinks back whatever thoughts he was spiraling in and smiles, looking up at you, “I’m sorry, you just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Mhm,” Mingi smirks.

You glance between them, and it’s like you can see the thread of tension holding Yunho’s mind somewhere else, his shoulders painfully straight.

“Yunho,” You reach for him, sliding one hand along his forearm, the other on his neck, “baby,”

He studies your face, “Hmm?”

“I love my present,” You tell him softly, honestly.

His hand covers yours, giving you a squeeze.

“And I know we’ve all had our ups and downs getting here,” You add, “but you have always been a good alpha to me, you didn’t have to do all this for me to think that.”

His shoulders start to soften.

“I do love it though,” You add, “I’m keeping it,”

Yunho grins, your levity breaking the tension, and he dips forwards to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

You sigh, nuzzling him nose to nose, “You take such good care of me,” you mumble against his lips, finding his hands and bringing them to your hips so that both of them are touching you, holding you.

Yunho makes a soft, pleased hum.

“Both of you,” You shift back, pulling Mingi closer until all three of you are touching.

Mingi’s eyes flick over you, biting his lip absently as he does, fingers tightening a little on your thighs.

A bloom of your perfume soaks the air and both of your boys groan.

“You do like your gift,” Mingi teases, one hand slipping between your thighs and squeezing properly.

“Yeah,” You nod, breathless already.

Yunho’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and his lips quirk, amused at your sudden neediness, “Can we come into your nest, little omega?”

A knot forms low in your belly at his deep tone, and you nod, sliding back in the bedding to make space for them.

Slowly, they crawl in to settle on either side of you, and you waste no time in pulling them in, all but yanking Mingi’s mouth to yours.

“Mm,” He deepens the kiss, matching your hunger, “fuck, babe,”

“We’ve got nowhere to be,” You kiss him again, “no plans,”

“A little morning sex never hurt anyone,” Yunho jokes as he moves closer.

“Exactly,” You hum as Mingi kisses over your neck, “a perfect start to the day,”

Yunho laughs and slides a little further down, his hand smoothly pushing up the fabric of your loose tank top until it’s pooled on your upper chest, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air.

“Yes, please,” You breathe.

He dips forwards, fingertips skating over your sensitive skin.

Your hand knots into his hair as he starts to press hot, open mouthed kisses to your skin, peppering teasing licks around your hardening nipples.

“Oh,” You gasp, “god,”

Mingi pulls back to drink you in, and you must look like a needy mess, because his pupils dilate hungrily. In a snap, your legs are pushed open and Mingi is half hovering over you, his thigh slotting firmly between your legs as he captures your mouth again.

“Mm!” You shudder at the sudden pressure against your cunt.

Yunho chuckles, nipping once at your breast before taking your nipple in his mouth and softly sucking, his hand joining Mingi’s in your hair.

“N-Need it,” You moan, rocking your hips to grind yourself on Mingi’s thigh.

“Of course you do,” Mingi murmurs, cupping your cheek and kissing you again.

You grind against him a steady rocking rhythm, pleasure starting to spike up and down your spine.

“That’s our girl,” Mingi pants.

“So pretty,” Yunho says as he kisses up your neck.

From the bedroom down the hall, you hear the sudden and sharp sound of your phone ringing, but you let it ring out, focused on their mouths, their skin.

When it rings again you shake your head, “It’s not important,”

“Whoever it is can leave a message,” Mingi pants, pressing you back into the bedding and securing a hand on your backside to drag your hips into him.

“Oh, fuck, right there,” You moan, threading your fingers tighter into Yunho’s hair, pressing him against your breast as he flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipple.

Your phone rings a third time and you groan, falling back into the lush bedding of your nest, “It probably is important,”

Yunho lifts off as your hips slow, “I’ll get it,”

He throws you a quick smile and jogs out of the room, and you sigh under Mingi.

“Hmm,” He squeezes you, “you were getting close,”

“I know,” You breathe, cheeks warm and heart pounding, “but three calls in a row feels like an emergency,”

He nods, opening his mouth to say something, but Yunho’s back in the room with your phone in hand.

“I didn’t catch it,” He says, a worried expression on his face, “but Seonghwa called five times,”

That gets your attention, and you sit straight up, Mingi rolling off you as your shirt slips back into place.

You’re dialing back immediately and the call connects after one ring.

“Hey,” You start, but you barely get another word out before he’s talking.

“Who is Yeosang?” He doesn’t sound angry, but he does sound strained.

Shock passes through you, and both your alphas read your expression change immediately, bodies going tense on either side of you as you try to find the right words.

“Wait,” You stammer out, “what’s going on?”

“Who is he?” Seonghwa asks again, “Wooyoung is in heat, and he won’t let us touch him,”

“He what?” You lean forwards, pushing out of their arms and pressing the phone closer to your ear.

“He just keeps crying,” Seonghwa sounds lost, distressed and tense in a way you’ve never heard him, “and fucking apologizing, but he won’t tell us why,”

“Seonghwa,” You steady your voice, “he’s in heat and he doesn’t want an alpha?”

You feel the bed shifting on either side, Yunho’s warm hand sliding up your back and Mingi shifting so that he’s in front of you in a crouch, watching you carefully and listening to your side of the phone call.

“Oh, he does,” Seonghwa corrects, “he just keeps saying he’s sorry, saying we shouldn’t touch him until he can explain,”

“Fuck,”

“Exactly,” He sighs like you should have already known, “and now he’s in the middle of spike and he just keeps calling for Yeosang,”

You’re silent, your best friend’s secrets heavy on your tongue.

Mingi finds your hand and holds it tight.

“Sannie and I aren’t stupid,” He keeps going, “we know it must be the guy he’s seeing, but we can’t get anything else out of Youngie. We can’t get him here to help if all we know is his first fucking name,”

There’s a muffled voice on Seonghwa’s side, and then you hear San, “His passcode, does she know it?”

Even if you did, you wouldn’t offer up all of Wooyoung’s privacy like that.

“y/n,” Seonghwa says, but you cut him off.

“No, but I do know Yeosang. I have his Instagram,” You tell him, “but are you two alright? You have a hold of yourselves?”

Yunho and Mingi exchange a look.

“What are you asking me?” Seonghwa sounds shocked.

“I’m asking if you two have your heads on straight,” You stay focused, for Wooyoung, “I’m not sending a stranger over to you with an omega in heat if you’re going to make this harder for Woo,”

Seonghwa stays silent.

“Yeosang is a beta,” You add quickly, “that should help keep things calm, but just… tell me you’ll let him in, and you’ll let him be what Woo is asking for,”

“Of course we will,” He says, “You know me, you know us. We’ve got him,”

There’s a whine on Seonghwa’s side of the phone, a heady sob, the sound of an omega in deep distress and your heart aches.

“I’ll message him now,” You say, “keep your phone on you, I’ll keep you updated.”

Seonghwa sighs heavily, “Thank you,”

“Let’s just hope he responds quickly, I’ll text you,”

As you drop the phone from your ear and quit the call, Yunho squeezes your thigh, “What’s going on?”

You keep your eyes on your phone as you make short work of navigating to Yeosang’s profile and click on the button to send him a direct message, “Woo was supposed to tell them about his new boyfriend before his heat started,”

“But he didn’t?” Yunho surmises.

“And now he’s a mess and won’t stop asking for him,” You nod.

Mingi hums, acknowledging your words and Yunho gives you another squeeze.

Quickly you tap out the best message you can - Hi, Yeosang, you don’t know me but hopefully Wooyoung has mentioned me, I’m y/n and dance with him at BBT. I’m messaging you because Wooyoung’s heat started early and apparently he’s very distressed and asking for you. Please let me know when you receive this message.

The message sends, delivers, and stays unread as you stare at it.

Nervous energy bubbles in you. Wooyoung can make it through his heat unassisted, but you know better than anyone how painful and how awful that experience is.

“Hey,” Mingi closes his hands over yours and directs your attention away from the screen, “babe, he’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” You sigh, “but,”

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you scramble to see the notification.

A phone number and a clear response - Call me, please.

“Thank fuck,”

Mingi squeezes your thigh as you dial, and Yunho wraps an arm around your back.

Yeosang picks up on the first ring, “Hello?”

“Is this Yeosang?” You check.

“Yes, y/n?” His voice is warm, gentle, but laced with concern.

“Yes, thank you so much for messaging me,”

“Of course,” He breathes, “Wooyoung?”

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, “I don’t know how much he’s told you about his heats,”

“Some,” He replies, “I didn’t know he was due,”

“I told him to talk to you,” You sigh, but refocus, “it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry if I’m about to overshare, I just want him to be okay,”

“Anything,” Yeosang stammers out, “tell me anything I can do,”

“He went into heat,” You explain, “he’s with our friends San and Seonghwa,”

“His alphas,” Yeosang says, like it’s obvious.

You stumble over Yeosang’s use of the word ‘his’ but you keep going, “Right, well, Seonghwa called me, Wooyoung is in heat but won’t let them help, and he’s been asking for you.”

“Where is he?” The desperate tone of his voice makes the knot in your gut release.

“He’s at his apartment, do you know where that is?”

“No, he always comes to my place,” He says, “we always meet at the studio, or out,”

You sigh, “Alright, can you meet me at the studio? How quickly can you get there?”

There’s a rustle on his side of the phone before he says, “Fifteen-twenty minutes?”

“Meet me there, out front,”

“I’ll be there,”

The call ends and you scramble up to your feet.

“We’re coming with you,” Mingi jumps up.

“I’ll drive,” Yunho presses a fast kiss to your hair jogs out into the hall.

“What a mess,” You pull your hair back into a bun and head towards the bedroom to find something quick to change into.

Your phone buzzes again and you see another frantic message from Seonghwa - Tell me you have good news.

“Fuck,”

You quickly throw on a bra and start searching the closet for a hoodie as you call.

“Hey,” Seonghwa’s voice is clipped, and you hear the distant sound of Wooyoung crying.

“I got him,”

He lets out a heavy sigh, “You’re an angel,”

“I’m meeting up with him and bringing him over, put me on with Woo,” You rush through the apartment, past your boys to get your shoes on.

“He’s a mess,”

“Put him on, Hwa,”

“Fine,”

You listen as Seonghwa goes back into the room, Wooyoung’s crying getting louder and more clear through the phone.

“Wooyoungie,” San’s voice comes through, “jagi, Seonghwa-hyung is here,”

“Yeosang,” Wooyoung babbles, “you don’t unders-stand, I need him,”

“Woo,” Seonghwa says softly, “we found Yeosang, okay? Okay, baby?”

His cries quiet.

“Can you talk to y/n? She’s on the phone,”

Things get muffled, like the phone is held to Seonghwa’s chest, and then you hear him.

“y/n?” Wooyoung sounds so small, so scared.

“Hey, you,” You keep your tone nice and soft, “I heard your heat’s been hard,”

A sniffle, “Yeah,”

“I’m bringing Yeosang to you, okay?” You murmur, “Is that what you want?”

Another sniffle, “I miss him so much,”

“Okay, okay, of course,” You croon, “is it okay if he meets Sannie and Seonghwa?”

He’s quiet for a long beat, and then his words come out in one nervous whisper, “I don’t know,”

“I’ll be there to introduce okay,” You remind him, “I won’t come to your nest, but I’ll help everyone get comfortable with each other before they come to you, is that okay?”

You hear a rustle and then he sobs, “Please, please, this hurts,”

“Oh babe,” You soften, feeling Mingi wrap his arms around you from behind, “I know it hurts. Let your alphas help you, Yeosang will be there very soon, very soon,”

Woo sniffles again, “‘Kay,” he says softly.

There’s a rustle, and then San’s voice, “y/n?”

“Hey Sannie,”

“Thank you for doing this,” He sounds tense, “please hurry,”

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” You tell him, “you call me if you need anything in the meantime,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, “see you soon,”

The minute you hang up you’re back to rushing, “We’ve got to go,”

They’ve both thrown on sweats and hoodies, and Mingi grabs a beanie while Yunho pulls down his ball cap, both of them hiding their bed head so you can rush out the door.

You’re overwhelmingly nervous, knee bouncing and biting the inside of your cheek, concern for your best friend buzzing under your skin. You think about the last time you went through a heat unassisted and you shiver. For all your big talk about being able to get through it with toys, an unassisted heat is awful. They’re painful, messy, and exhausting, and when they’re over you always feel like there’s some kind of deep pit in your gut, something left unsatisfied, sure to come back with a vengeance the next time you go through a heat.

You don’t want Wooyoung to have to go through that, and you don’t want San and Seonghwa sounding as stressed and helpless as they did on the phone.

When you finally make it to the studio, Yunho’s car skidding into an illegal loading zone out front, Yeosang is already waiting.

Your seatbelt is off and you’re out of the car before Yunho’s even thrown it into park.

Yeosang is handsome, that much you already knew from seeing him on stage at Hongjoong’s listening party and his Instagram, but in person up close he’s actually startling. His skin is clear and very nearly poreless, eyes a rich, chocolatey brown only accented by his birthmark, a shock of blush pink next to one eye. His hair has changed too, a few weeks ago a longer platinum blonde but now somewhat shorter and a richer dark red.

His eyes widen when he sees you, “You’re y/n?”

“Yes, hi,” You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. Shake hands? Bow? Offer a hug to the man about to go and rescue your best friend from abject horniness?

You settle on a smile, “Sorry for the weird meeting,”

“It’s fine,” He shakes his head, returning your smile, “how is he?”

“Not great,” You admit, “I told him you were coming though,”

“Yes,” He nods, “I mean, I normally wouldn’t rush meeting you, but should we go?”

“Absolutely,” You nod.

Yeosang’s eyes flick up and you feel the presence of Yunho and Mingi at your back.

“Ah,” Yeosang says, “are these your alphas? Hello, I’m Yeosang,”

“Oh!” You say as they step to either side of you, “Yes, this is Yunho and Mingi,”

He nods, “I’ve heard about you both, it’s nice to meet you, even if this is kind of strange.”

Yunho smiles, “You too,”

Mingi simply nods, his hand resting on the small of your back, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You look to Yeosang, “Yunho can drive us? If that’s alright,”

“Whatever’s quickest, let’s go,”

You pile back into the warmth of Yunho’s car, and the minute the doors are shut he starts to drive.

“It shouldn’t be more than five or ten minutes,” Yunho comments.

Your fingers fidget nervously in your lap.

“You work for KQ right?” Mingi asks, looking at Yeosang through the rear-view mirror, “I think I’ve seen you around,”

“Mm,” He nods, “Yes, in creative direction for New World’s albums,”

“Cool,” Mingi nods.

“You’re all dancers, right? Choreographers?” Yeosang makes conversation as best he can, but you can see the nerves plain as day in the way he holds himself, his mind somewhere else.

“Mhm,” Yunho says, “we all work together,”

“With San and Seonghwa too?” Yeosang asks.

It occurs to you that for all the talking Wooyoung can do, he must have conveniently skipped some key details about his life if Yeosang is verifying this information with the three of you.

“Yeah,” You respond, “Yeosang, do you,”

Your voice trails off as you try to find your question, and he turns his head to regard you, eyes sharp, “Do I?”

“Has Wooyoung talked about San and Seonghwa much?”

You see your own alphas eyes flick up to watch the conversation, but they stay quiet.

“Some,” He offers, “I know they’re close, and I know they help with his heats,”

You nod.

He studies your expression and then nods, as if some kind of answer has revealed itself to him, “There’s a history here,”

“A bit,” You confess.

“I’ve been waiting for Youngie to feel comfortable opening up to me,” Yeosang clears his throat softly, “he seems… guarded,”

“He can be,” You agree, “but he has his reasons.”

“Everyone does,” He nods.

“If you like him as much as I think you do,” You offer, “I wouldn’t worry,”

Yeosang nods and takes a deep breath, “Listen,” He says, “I know San and Seonghwa are your friends, but is there anything I should know before I go in there?”

You shake your head, “They’re not like that,” you quell his fears, “they want what’s best for Wooyoung, and if that’s you, they’ll do whatever they can to support that.”

Yeosang looks down, swallowing tightly, “Okay,”

“We’re here,” Yunho comments, pulling into the garage of Wooyoung’s building.

“Alright,” You take a deep breath, “I’ll take you up and introduce you to San and Seonghwa, but yeah, the rest I’ll leave to you.”

“Thank you,” Yeosang says earnestly.

The car slides into park, and Yunho turns, taking your hand, “Do you need to go up?”

Your brow knits together, “Yeah,”

His thumb rubs a line into your palm, and you see the concern across his face, “You sure?”

Yeosang waits quietly, watching the interaction, and Mingi turns in his seat, “They did sound tense on the phone.”

“I’ll be perfectly safe,” You assure them, “it’s just Sannie and Hwa, you know that.”

Yunho releases a breath and nods, “Yeah,”

“Do you want us to come with you?” Mingi offers.

You shake your head, “Mm-mm,” you grimace, “that would stress things, I think.”

You can already see the bristling alpha tension if they were anywhere near Wooyoung while he’s in heat, just like they would be if anyone was near you. It’s a recipe for disaster, and you just need this to go smoothly.

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” You promise them.

They nod, and Yunho releases your hand.

“Let’s go,” You say to Yeosang, climbing out of the car and leading him to the elevators.

It’s quiet for a moment, but then he glances at you, “Your alphas are protective of you,”

“Mm,” You nod.

“Because of what happened?” He asks plainly.

Your head snaps to the side, “Woo told you about that?”

He shakes his head, “Not exactly,” he replies, “we were together when he got the call you were hurt,”

“Oh,”

“He’s very protective of you,” Yeosang says as the elevator starts to rise, “I’m glad to see you’re the same for him. You’re a good friend, y/n.”

“Thank you,” You manage weakly.

Yeosang’s quiet for another beat and then he laughs, a huff of breath and a shake of his head, “Fuck,” he says, “this is ridiculous, but do I look okay?”

You grin, “Yeah,” you laugh with him, “yeah, Yeosang you look great.”

“I feel like I’m about to meet my in-laws or something,” He confesses.

“They’re really nice,” You tell him, “I promise,”

“Oh, I know,” He exhales a nervous breath, “it doesn’t make me less nervous.”

“You really like Wooyoung, don’t you?” The elevator slows to a stop, the doors pulling open.

“Yeah,”

You lead him down the hall towards Wooyoung’s apartment door, “I was planning on telling you that if you ever hurt my best friend, I’ll kill you,”

Yeosang laughs again, your joke helping cut some of the tension.

“But,” You smile, “I don’t think I have to, I can see how much you like him. I don’t think you’d hurt him on purpose.”

“Never,” He says with a flash of conviction.

Anything else you’d have to say is cut short though when the apartment door a few feet in front of you swings open, San and Seonghwa are both anxiously in the doorway looking about as disheveled and stressed as they sounded on the phone.

“God, thank god,” Seonghwa says, “he’s crying again,”

You open your mouth to reply, but as you and Yeosang make it to the threshold of the door you watch the sudden silent exchange. The air shifting and changing around you is palpable, something strong enough that renders them all speechless.

You recover first, “Well,” you awkwardly gesture between everyone, “Yeosang, this is San and Seonghwa, guys, this is Yeosang,”

“Right,” San says, a dazed look in his eyes, “of course,”

“It’s uh,” Yeosang blinks, “well it’s nice to meet you,”

Seonghwa only nods.

“I’m sorry,” San steps back, “come in, please, come in,”

Yeosang steps in first, and you’re about to follow until the wave of scents hits you like a brick wall. It’s a cascade of distress, sharp and bitter, but underneath that is the syrupy warmth of arousal. Something tightens and wrenches in your gut and you stumble back.

“I probably should leave you to it,” You shiver.

That snaps Seonghwa out of his stupor and he turns, “You alright?”

“Mhm,” You nod, “Yunho and Mingi are downstairs, but there's a lot of scents in here, I shouldn’t confuse things for Wooyoung.”

He nods, “I’d hug you, but yeah, Wooyoung wouldn’t like it.”

“Of course,”

A sharp, pained sound cuts through the introductions though, Wooyoung’s cries building again. Your heart beats heavy in your chest, instincts buzzing under the surface. An omega in distress is never a good sound, you’ve made those noises yourself, and your expression softens in sympathy.

“Oh,” Yeosang looks immediately pained.

Wooyoung begs for something in the background, but you hear Yeosang’s name threaded in his pleas.

Time to go.

“y/n,” Seonghwa says, his eyes locked on Yeosang, “thank you for all your help,”

Your cheeks heat, “Absolutely,”

“P-please! Please,” Wooyoung’s tight cries come from the back room and you take another sliding step backwards into the hall.

“I have to,” Yeosang stumbles forwards, “where is he?”

As Seonghwa moves to shut the door, barely a backwards glance at you with their renewed focus, you watch as San’s hand gently touches Yeosang’s back, steering him forwards.

When the door finally shuts, you sink against the wall and recover your breath.

Through the door you hear another whine, and you shiver, immediately jogging for the elevator.

You want your own alphas now, some kind of mirrored neediness in your gut just from being in the room for a few seconds, but your mind turns over the interaction between Yeosang, San, and Seonghwa.

When you get back to the car, it’s with a pit of something twisting in your gut. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s there, and you find yourself tugging open the passenger side door and sliding right onto Mingi’s waiting lap.

“Hey, hey,” He steadies you as you crawl onto him, “what’s wrong, what happened?”

“Nothing,” You assure them both, “but it was like a pheromone bomb in there, I just need you for a second,”

“Mkay,” Mingi laughs, shifting you into a better position and closing the car door.

You take a deep, steady breath and let their combined scents wash over you.

Yunho smooths his hand over your thigh from the driver’s side, “How’s Wooyoung?”

“Better now,” You let your head loll onto Mingi’s chest, snuggling into him, “they’ll be just fine,”

“Oh?” Yunho quirks a brow.

“Mhm,” You shift in Mingi’s lap a little, “the vibe was heavy,”

“Heavy bad?” Mingi looks down at you.

“Definitely not in a bad way,” You laugh a little, “I think they’re about to have a wild three days,”

Mingi snorts a laugh and Yunho grins, “Oh,” he smirks, “that kind of heavy,”

“Yeah,” You sigh, shifting again to get comfortable, breathing in Mingi’s rich scent again.

“Babe,” He kisses your hair, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” You nod, “my back’s just achy,”

Mingi makes a soft, displeased sound with his tongue against his teeth and his broad hand finds your lower spine, rubbing firm circles into the offending spot.

You groan softly and nod, your eyes drifting shut a second.

They’re quiet, but after a beat you look up at Yunho, “Can we go home?”

“Sure,” He nods, studying your face, “you want to get in the back?”

Your hands tighten on Mingi, “Do I have to?”

Yunho’s brows knit together in confusion.

“It’s not safe with both of us in the front seat, babe,” Mingi offers softly, “and someone could pull us over,”

You don’t know why, but that idea makes you deeply upset, almost unsettled, and you feel tears prick at your eyes.

Noticing your distress, Mingi offers an alternative, “I’ll come sit in the back with you,”

“No,” You shake your head sharply, hand darting out to grab Yunho’s forearm.

Yunho glances up at Mingi, something imperceptible in his expression, but then he looks back to you, “Honey,” he says softly, incredibly gently, “when is your heat due, again?”

“A couple of weeks,” You remember the exact thought you had this morning looking at your pill pack of suppressants, “we’ve got time,”

You squirm again in Mingi’s lap, cheeks flushed with warmth, and Mingi gently touches your chin to draw your eyes up, “You sure about that?”

“Yeah,” You nod, “I just missed you, it’s just, I’m not in heat,”

Mingi’s opposite hand slides from your hip across your low belly, hand splayed wide and possessive across your abdomen, and you feel the snap response of your body; perfume blooming thick in the air, and you moan and twitch at the sudden contact.

Yunho’s eyes widen.

“Oh fuck,” You shiver, “oh, Jesus, am I in heat?”

“Breathe,” Mingi soothes you, rubbing your abdomen softly and kissing your hair, “it’s okay,”

Yunho reaches across the car to touch your cheek, his cool hand feeling so good against your skin, “You’re running a mild temperature,”

A whine bubbles out of you.

“Yunho,” Mingi says calmly, shifting you on his lap until you’re properly positioned with your back to his chest, “get us home,”

Yunho nods, “Buckle her in,”

Mingi stretches the seat belt around both of you and clicks it into place.

”It’s early,” You shiver, your body starting to clench and tighten.

“I think Woo’s heat this close to yours triggered a spike,” Mingi murmurs, soothing you with his broad hands, “it’s too quick of an onset for real heat,”

The car’s moving, but it all feels kind of blurry around you, “Feels real enough,”

“We’ve got you,” Yunho assures you, his hand steady on your thigh as he weaves through the back streets of Seoul to make it home.

The first strong pulse rocks through your core, and slick pools in your panties, “Fuck,”

“Shh, shh,” Mingi’s hands travel over you, kisses on your temple, “we’ll be home soon,”

Your hands find his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats, “Want my nest,”

Yunho grins, looking down at you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You bite down on your cheek, trying to breathe through the sudden onset of pain and arousal thrumming through you.

Yunho keeps his eyes on the road, but his hand cups the back of your head, soothing fingers on your scalp, “I love you,” he says with warmth and pride, “I’ll get you home, just hold on for a few minutes,”

You nod into his hand, but another cramp rips through you and you whimper, “This is too fast,”

“Definitely a spike,” Mingi soothes you, “go easy, babe, breathe,”

Your body aches, skin hot and tight, and you fumble for the zipper on your hoodie, “Need this off,”

Mingi takes over, unzipping the hoodie and opening it up, helping as you try to shimmy it off your arms while still being buckled to him.

“Mingi,” You whine as you settle back on his chest, panicked emotion pulsing through you, “what’s happening?”

“You’ve had spikes before, right?” His hands close over yours, trying to still your panicked movements.

Of course you had, they’re not uncommon at all, but it doesn’t change the fact that in this headspace with how fast it came on, your emotions are thrumming through you fast and hard like you were just dropped directly into the center of your heat. It makes your heart pound, your hands shake, and your head, your head is so dizzy.

“They come on fast and leave fast,” Yunho notes, downshifting and pressing the gas, “you’ll be just fine,”

It’s easy for him to say, but you’re the one swimming through a pool of overstimulation. The car too loud, the light too bright, the fabric of your shirt too scratchy.

A panicked sob bubbles in your throat, “Mingi,”

“Right here,” He wraps his arms around you more tightly.

“I’m dizzy,” Your breath comes in little fits and starts.

“I’ve got you,” He promises.

“We’ll be back to your nest so soon, sweetheart,” Yunho says, and you feel the way the car surges forwards.

“Too fast,” You manage again, “it’s too fast,”

“Omega,” Mingi’s voice is warm, close to your ear now, “close your eyes for me,”

You press them closed, hands still white knuckled on his pants.

“Trust us,” He soothes softly, “just listen to the sound of my voice. Nothing else is here, okay? It’s just you and me and Yunho, and we’ve got you.”

You answer him with another hitched breath as you try to center yourself through the fast moving waves of sudden heat.

It takes fifteen minutes to get home, and Mingi softly speaks to you the entire time. He holds you close, soothing you with just the sound of his voice, talking about everything and nothing at all.

When you’re home, he picks you up against his chest and cradles you to his chest, murmuring to keep your eyes closed while the two of them make short work of getting you inside as quickly as possible.

You only let your eyes flutter open again when you hear the comforting quiet of your apartment.

Mingi walks you directly into the nest and Yunho follows close behind.

A cramp ripples through your belly at the sudden scent of arousal in the room, still thick and lingering from earlier this morning.

“Here we go,” Yunho says softly, taking off your shoes as Mingi settles you into the mattress.

You whimper at the touch of his skin, “I’m going insane,”

“It’s okay,” Yunho slides your sweats and underwear off next as Mingi works on your top.

“I d-didn’t know I’d react like this,” Your body clenches, a wave of slick rushing forward to prepare you for a knot.

“We didn’t either,” Yunho says, “but we have nothing to do today but make you feel better, okay?”

You watch as Mingi strips off his hoodie and tank top, giving you a gentle smile.

Now, stripped bare in the center of your new nest, all you have to do is whimper and you watch as both of your alphas drop back to their knees for you.

“We got you,” Yunho’s hand smooths over your skin from the curve of your foot up your calf, your knee, your inner thigh, “don’t we Mingi?”

Mingi mimics his movements, his hand finding a home on your opposite thigh, “‘Course we do,”

You nod, flushed and frantic, “Please, please,”

They’re hands push you open wide, and Yunho sighs, “Oh, baby, you’re so wet,”

You could tell even before they undressed you, your inner thighs were sticky with slick, and you can feel it pulsing and dripping between your thighs.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says appreciatively, fingers grazing your mound.

“Touch me,” You whine, “please,”

Yunho licks his lips, his index and middle fingers settling on either side of your slit, pressing open to reveal all of you.

You’re panting under them, your cunt spasming with need.

Mingi smirks, this thumb finding the apex of your cunt, pressing down and dragging up to effectively pull back the hood over your tender clit, “Look at that,” he sighs, his eyes hungry for it.

“Mm,” Yunho slides a little lower in the bed, “your little clit is so swollen, pretty girl,”

Your hips buck, but their hands on your thighs keep you folded open and in place.

“Aw,” Mingi teases, “it’s throbbing,”

Your hands fist the sheets, “Please,”

“Needy girl,” Mingi murmurs.

They haven’t even touched you yet, not properly, but you feel like you could combust. Your breath is coming in sharp pants, and you squirm under them in hopes that they’ll finally, finally give in and give you what your body so desperately craves.

“Come here,” Yunho says, and you blink, looking down at him to see where he wants you.

You realize in a snap though, his words weren’t meant for you, and you watch Yunho and Mingi both sidle down onto their fronts between your splayed thighs.

Their fingers spread you open and you shudder, “Oh my god,”

“Soaking wet,” Mingi sighs, his warm breath tickling your inner thigh.

“Making such a mess,” Yunho agrees, and then you feel his finger brush a line from your clit to your entrance, teasing your hot center with just the slightest bit of pressure.

A cramp ripples through you and you whimper, “I need,” you swallow, trying to clear some of the dryness, “I need more, please, I can’t wait,”

“She can’t wait,” Yunho observes, kissing your thigh.

Mingi hums, “I don’t know if I can either,” he says, “look at her,”

Your hips buck again, and they exchange words you can’t quite hear through the blood rushing in your ears.

The next thing you feel sends you arching in the sheets with a shout as both of their tongues swipe a hot line through your folds.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever felt, but when you look down, it’s surely the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, that much is clear. Each of them has one hand hooked under a knee and folding you open like you’re a meal. Mingi grips your ass cheek with his free hand, effectively lifting you to their mouths, while Yunho’s opposite hand is still between your legs, holding your pussy open wide, the pad of his middle finger teasing your hole with tiny brushes.

Pleasure sparks and blooms in waves through your body, and your eyes roll when you hear them groan, hands tight on your skin, the sides of their faces pressed together so that they can both get the access they need to your cunt.

“Tastes so good,” Mingi pants as he takes a breath, his hips rolling once against the mattress.

“Feels so good,” You pant, breath sharp in your chest.

Mingi pushes into you with the firm muscle of his tongue, little thrusts into your sweet spot, and Yunho shifts to closing his lips over your sensitive clit, sucking sharply in rhythmic bursts.

With a gasp, one hand flies down to knot into his hair, your hips rocking back and forth to get every ounce of feeling coursing through your body.

“Oh, oh,” You moan, sounds staccatos with every suck and thrust, “oh, yes, yes,”

Yunho sucks a sharp breath in through his nose and buries himself closer, Mingi following in tandem, both of them losing themselves in the lewdness, every wet sound, every moan, their own hot skin against each other.

“So hot,” You moan, craning your neck to watch them pleasure you, “god, I’m so lucky,”

Yunho groans, his hand landing in the center of Mingi’s back to brace himself, both of their tongues together now as they work your throbbing pussy.

When Mingi moans at the contact though, the air shifts.

Something changes, an initial accidental connection of their lips, and then all at once they’re snapping together like magnets, heady wet kisses that leaves Yunho’s hand slipping off your thigh and Mingi moaning into his best friend’s mouth.

“Oh shit,” Mingi pants, but he doesn’t pull away.

Yunho sinks into him, his hand cupping Mingi’s cheek now, their tongues tangled, bodies pressing more together between your trembling legs.

Your fingers find your clit in a second, rubbing firm circles as you watch them in awe, your mouth hanging open and your body tightening up with more arousal. You don’t know where this is going, but all you know is that it’s good, you can see that in the smile on Yunho’s lips and the dopey pleasured haze in Mingi’s eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Yunho groans as their hips connect between them, “Jesus, you’re so fucking hard,”

Mingi pants a laugh, “Uh-huh,” is all he can manage before pulling Yunho into another frantic kiss.

Hot need sparks through you, and you rub yourself faster, a whine pulling sharply from your chest.

The sound of your whine breaks them apart suddenly though, and Yunho’s head snaps up to you, “Oh, jagi,” he looks pained, “sweetheart, I’m sorry,”

“D-don’t stop,” You shudder, “I just, I just,”

Thoughts don’t come, you’re just a wet mess, reaching desperately for an orgasm you can’t quite touch on your own.

Yunho and Mingi share a fast, heated glance, but Yunho shifts back and then you watch as he pushes his hand into Mingi’s hair, “Help our girl,” he says breathlessly, pushing his head forwards, “she needs to come,”

Without a word, Mingi wraps himself around your thighs and pushes away your hand, his tongue diving back to work on your aching clit.

Yunho watches, stepping out of the bed to shuck off his clothes, and your mouth waters as you see his cock spring free from his boxers, hard and leaking beads of precum.

You reach for him, beckoning him back into the nest, needing both of them close.

“I’m here,” He soothes, shuffling back between your thighs on his knees, “come for your Alpha, sweet girl,”

You moan, arching, pushing your pussy into Mingi’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it,” Yunho coaches, “she likes that, just like that,”

Mingi doubles his efforts with his tongue and your muscles start to lock up, the knot in your belly tight and hot. Your mind spins as you watch Mingi moan into you, Yunho pulling Mingi’s sweats and boxers off in two smooth tugs.

“I’m c-close,” You pant, the now familiar pressure growing in your belly, “Mingi, baby, I’m g-gonna, oh god, I’m, I’m,”

“Come,” Yunho holds your gaze, “come, let go,”

It slams into you, your body jerking sharply on its own, clear fluid pulsing out of you, and Mingi pulls back to rub at your clit and prolong the pleasure, covering himself in your slick wetness in the process.

“Oh, baby,” Yunho says appreciatively, “good girl,”

Your mind is still exploding with little pops and sparks of pleasure, body shuddering, but you watch as Mingi pulls away, his chest flushed dark pink and shining with your slick.

Yunho tugs him without any hesitation, crashing their mouths together once more.

Mingi’s one hand flies to Yunho’s waist to brace himself, the other still anchored on your inner thigh, and he moans sharply at the contact.

Yunho leans back with a groan though, finding your eyes, “Jagi,” he says, voice low with desire, “you taste so sweet,”

You shiver, words failing you. Normally after an orgasm like that you’d be at least a little sated, but instead you’re thrown back into the deep end of your heat spike. A desperate sound slips from your lips, and your eyes are shiny with pleasured tears.

“More?” Yunho asks, already knowing the answer.

You nod, canting your hips, begging with your body language.

“Does it hurt, babe?” Mingi takes in your expression, his hand smoothing over your skin.

As if your body can hear him, a cramp ripples through you and you jerk, hands flying to your tense abdomen as you nod.

“I’ve got her,” Yunho slides closer to you, “sweetheart, I’ve got you, okay?”

“Y-Yunho,” You sob, “please,”

He doesn’t wait this time, doesn’t tease, he just pushes two fingers deep into your pulsing channel and curls his fingers to find your g-spot.

You moan low, back arching.

His other hand covers yours, holding it tightly and keeping it situated solidly over your lower stomach where the cramps were pulsing just a moment before. When he starts to pulse his fingers, a steady pumping rhythm that drags against your sweet spot, you surrender completely to it all and go limp, letting him draw out your pleasure with precise pumps of his long fingers.

Mingi laces his fingers with your other hand, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles, “That’s it, pretty omega,”

“Fuck,” You arch, hips aching from pressing yourself open even wider.

Yunho pushes a third finger into you without warning and you gasp.

“Mingi,” Yunho says, his voice a pant, “clit,”

“Yeah,” He replies, hand breaking from yours and thumb locking over your pulsing nub.

A hot knife of pleasure slices through your body as he starts to rub, your mind a shuddering mess, babbled pleas on your tongue.

Mingi’s fingers rest over Yunho’s hand and yours, and it feels like the temperature in the room has gone up and up with the way you’re all slick with sweat and getting lost in this cloud of need.

The knot of pressure is back, and you keen, “Gonna come,”

“Yes,” Mingi sighs, “come babe,”

You moan.

“Come omega,” Yunho says, his voice breathless as he works his fingers into you, “come babygirl,”

“N-need it,” You beg.

“Make a mess, jagi,” Yunho presses down over your belly, “that’s it,”

“Come,” Mingi demands softly, and your body complies.

Your body jerks on its own, the rush of your release hitting even harder than before and you crack open under their combined hands, legs trembling and body shaking as you sink into the pleasure.

“Oh,” Yunho chuckles appreciatively, “good shivers,”

“So beautiful,” Mingi breathes.

Their hands slow just before things get sharp and overstimulated, and through the haze you feel them settle your legs back down and soothe you with soft touches.

“Hey,” Mingi’s voice has you blinking your eyes open, but you see he’s not talking to you, “uh,”

Yunho brushes back Mingi’s hair, “It’s us,” he reminds him, “everything together, right?”

Mingi nods, a relieved breath sighing out, “Right,”

“It felt good,” Yunho continues gently, his hand shifting to cup Mingi’s cheek, “you feel good,” he corrects.

Mingi nods.

“It feels right to me,” Yunho confesses quietly.

Mingi manages a small nod, “Yeah,” he says, “me too,”

Slowly, you shift up in the bed, pulling Yunho’s blanket around your body but careful not to disturb their moment. On their knees in the center of your nest, they come to this new truth quietly and with surprising ease.

“We’re okay,” Yunho offers softly.

Mingi nods again, but you see the way he’s fidgeting with his hands, nervous and unsure on his thighs.

It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho dips forwards to press their lips together.

It stirs something inside you to see them so intimately close, but it also feels like another link in the chain of your pack connecting and getting stronger, and your chest warms with affection.

Their lips part, eyes studying each other, and Mingi smiles, “This is weird,”

“Bad?” Yunho checks affectionately.

“Good,” Mingi corrects, “weirdly good,”

Yunho smiles, nodding, “Yeah,”

Mingi takes a breath and leans away a little so he can look down to you, “Our girl seems to think so too?”

“M-me?” You stumble over the word.

“Yes, you,” Mingi slides down into the bedding on your one side, “come here, how are you feeling?”

“Okay,” You snuggle into him, “love you,”

“Love you too, baby,” He kisses your forehead.

Yunho settles on your other side and wraps an arm around you both, sandwiching you tightly together, “Do either of you need anything?”

You reach and find his hip, tugging him, “Closer,”

He shifts in, and Mingi covers you all in the blanket.

“How’s the spike?” Yunho kisses your hair.

You snuggle more into Mingi’s chest with a murmured reply that doesn’t make sense, you’re just feeling soft and sated.

“y/n,” Mingi’s voice is soft, a knuckle brushing against your cheek, “talk to us, baby,”

“She came hard,” Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “give her a minute,”

“I’m okay,” You blink, stretching your limbs between them, “little dizzy,”

Yunho intertwines your hands and gives you a squeeze, “We’re right here,”

A wave of emotion passes over you and your hands tighten, “Stay close?”

“Not going anywhere,” He assures you.

Your fingers grip down on Mingi’s chest, “A-are we sure I’m not in heat?”

“You know your body,” Mingi says, “but I don’t think so,”

You sniffle, trying to clear the potential wave of tears you’re suddenly feeling. It’s like someone cranked all your hormones to eleven, and you’re ping ponging between every feeling in a normal heat at record speed, all at once.

“No pre-heat,” Yunho kisses you again, “and this came out of nowhere, it’s going to clear up soon, sweetheart,”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying.

“Plus,” Yunho offers softly, “heat spikes usually have high highs and low lows,”

He’s been doing his research, and that’s the thought that inexplicably makes a sob bubble out of your chest.

“Oh, babe,” Mingi shushes you, rocking you gently, “you’re okay,”

“I feel crazy,” You admit, “I was f-fine this morning,”

“Mhm,” Mingi soothes, “and you’ll be fine again after a knot,”

“I’m not ready for my heat,” You feel panicky, stressed at all the things that come with that.

“Breathe,” Yunho rests a palm over your chest and with a push presses your back to his chest, “breathe deep with me, okay?”

As Yunho draws in a long breath of air, Mingi finds your palm and rests it over his chest, matching Yunho’s breathing rhythm so that they’re cocooning you in the same, steady pattern.

“There we go,” Yunho nods against your hair as you exhale, “now, breathe in,”

You draw in a long breath, Mingi nodding in encouragement.

“Out,” Yunho prompts, and you all let the breath go.

“Again,” Mingi says softly, and you all sync once more.

“Keep breathing with Mingi,” Yunho says softly, “good girl,”

Your tears have faded, the panic in your chest starting to subside.

“This is just a spike,” Yunho murmurs, “and I know it feel scary and overwhelming, but remember where you are,”

His warm words start to settle you and you take another breath in time with Mingi.

“You’re home, safe in your nest,” Yunho rests his cheek against your hair, “safe with your pack,”

You manage a nod.

“We love each other,” He says tenderly, “we’re here to take care of you, of each other,”

Mingi nods, “We won’t let your be in pain,” he adds, “or be alone, we’re here,”

“Another breath,” Yunho murmurs, taking an exaggerated inhale to model it for you, “in, in,”

You follow it, until your lungs expand as much as they can.

“Good,” Yunho says, “out,”

You let the air go in a controlled exhale, things feeling steady again.

“Feeling better?” Mingi kisses you.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “I’m sorry, everything’s just so overwhelming,”

“It’s okay,” He kisses you again, “that makes sense for a spike,”

“You’re right,” You sigh, logic starting to click in your brain as the panic passes, “definitely a spike.”

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Yunho asks, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder, referring to the casual way he opened you up on his fingers not even ten minutes ago.

You shake your head, “Felt so good,”

Yunho hums warmly.

You all cuddle close a little longer, and then you pull both of their hands in so you’re all twined together, Mingi and you palm to palm, Yunho’s larger hand closing over both of yours tenderly.

“I do like this,” You confess, “whatever’s happening here,”

“Yeah?” Mingi asks, but you notice the blush on his cheeks.

“Mm,” You sigh, offering a little more quietly, “I used to worry I was going to hurt your friendship,”

“You did?” Yunho looks down at you.

“I knew I was in love with you both,”

They’re quiet, taking in your words.

“I never wanted to come between you,” You murmur, kissing Mingi’s chest, “but I also knew I couldn’t choose,”

“Oh, pretty girl,” Yunho softens, his body cradling yours.

“Having you both, and like this? It’s a dream,”

Mingi nods and draws you both in tighter with an arm.

“Listen,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “I’ve only felt my whole world change twice in my life.”

His thumb strokes a warm line over you and Mingi’s combined fingers.

“First was when we met in school,” He says to Mingi, “I just knew we were always going to be in each other’s lives somehow,”

Mingi nods.

“The second was when you started at the studio,” Yunho confesses into your hair, “I wanted you the moment I saw you,”

“Me too,” Mingi murmurs.

“This pack,” Yunho confesses, “you’re it for me, for as long as I’m breathing.”

Warmth blooms in your chest.

“It took us too long to get here, but now that we’re here, I’m not letting you go,” Mingi says softly, “either of you.”

Shifting in their arms you pull Mingi’s mouth down to yours and kiss him warmly, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss before rolling to the side and pulling Yunho in just the same. As you break apart, Mingi reaches across the space between you and kisses Yunho once more, an amused laugh on both their lips as they break apart.

“I like our little pack,” You grin up at them.

Yunho smiles earnestly, looking more relaxed and content than you’ve ever seen him, and he tugs the covers back up over the three of you, cozying you all in the nesting blankets.

“Any questions about who’s prime, now?” Mingi grins, nudging Yunho’s side.

You giggle, but Yunho doesn’t find any words.

“Yu,” Mingi says affectionately, “you’ve been taking care of me our whole lives, now you’re taking care of your pack, it’s a good thing,”

Yunho nods, but deflects the attention a little, “Easy to do when we found such a perfect omega,”

“Please,” You roll your eyes, but your belly flips at his words, the low ache in your gut returning at the sound of your designation.

“I don’t lie,” Yunho murmurs, a little teasing edge to his voice.

You hiss softly as Mingi squeezes your hip, feeling your body responding like clockwork. The back to back orgasms gave you a little break, but the heady feeling of your mini heat starts to swim over you again. Your nipples harden against Mingi’s chest where you’re pressed together, and you feel another rush of slick between your thighs.

“Mm,” You reach for Mingi’s shoulders, “hold me,”

Mingi lets you press yourself against him, but he chuckles, “We can’t get any closer, babe,”

“I can think of one way,” Yunho says with an audible smirk, and you feel his hand slide under your thigh to start to part your legs.

Mingi picks up on the movement, drawing you knee up onto his hip to open yourself up again and you sigh pleasantly into Mingi’s neck.

“Yeah?” He croons.

They shift seamlessly on either side of you, adjusting so that their hips are lined up perfectly with yours, and then you feel it, the hot sensation of their cocks just resting on your inner thigh.

Need thumps inside you and you push your hips down, seeking stimulation.

“Let me,” Yunho leans back, trying to angle himself, but it leaves a cool gap between your bodies and you whine sharply.

“Stay!” You reach back for him, frantic.

“Right here,” He soothes, pressing against you tightly again, “we’re both right here, little omega,”

Your heart is fluttering in your chest, and your nails grip Mingi’s shoulders, “Please,”

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Mingi murmurs, hands gentle on your skin.

You take in a deep breath of them, chocolate and smoke and wet earth, shivering between them, “Just want to feel you,”

“Feel us where, jagi?” Yunho murmurs.

“Everywhere,” You confess.

Keeping you tight between them, they kiss whatever parts of your skin they can reach, and it isn’t long before your stomach tightens again with need.

Slowly, rock your hips, seeking the friction of them.

Mingi hums in pleasure, pressing his hips up to nestle his cock against your slick folds.

You reach behind you with one hand, finding Yunho’s hip and sliding your fingers over his backside, pressing against his skin to communicate what you want so badly.

He groans as his cock slides up against you too.

Your hips roll on their own, hungry little juts of your hips to try and feel them, hot and hard and pulsing against the slick heat of your cunt.

It’s impossible like this to know whose cock is whose, which one of them is dragging along your clit, which one is nudging against your entrance, all you know is that it feels good.

A cramp pulses in your belly and your movements grind to a halt.

“Fuck,” Mingi hisses.

“Inside,” You pant, “knot,”

They don’t have to discuss it, you feel the shift between your thighs and the way they adjust without leaving you.

A thick cock spears you open and you gasp sharply, and when Mingi shudders in your arms you know it’s him that’s inside you.

He thrusts a little, getting himself seated in the perfect spot, and you moan, fingers lacing into his hair.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Mingi pants, “oh, Jesus,”

“More,” You grip Yunho’s hip again, “more,”

“Fuck,” Yunho’s hand rubs a line up your thigh and then he kisses your shoulder, “you want me too?”

“Inside,” You nod, frantic for it.

“Alright,” He murmurs, “okay, baby,”

His fingers dip between your thighs, gathering slick and swiping it over his cock, and then with slow movements he probes to find the right spot.

It’s slippery though, slick and messy, and his cock catches on the rim of your already stretched channel.

You gasp sharply, and he pushes in just a little with a nudge of his hips.

Impossibly, you feel yourself stretch wider.

“Fuck,” Mingi shakes his head, “wrong hole,”

Yunho groans, his hips shifting back just enough that you start to lose the stretching sensation, but with it goes the sudden flush of pleasure that it sent up and down your body in a cascading wave.

You whine, shaking your head, “No, no, don’t go, please, please, that feels so good,”

The delicious pressure returns, “Baby, are you sure?”

“Yes,” Your voice is hoarse but clear, your need perfuming in the room.

“Hold her,” Yunho instructs, and Mingi’s hands grow solid on your back and your thigh.

“Slow,” Mingi pants, and you realize through the blooming fog of your own want that he can feel this too.

With deliberate patience, Yunho allows the head of his cock to press inside your cunt, sliding slowly along the back seam of Mingi’s rock hard length like a guide. Your slippery wetness from the heat spike makes the slide easy, but it’s still a snug fit for Mingi’s cock, let alone both of them.

“How’s that feel?” Yunho checks before he moves another muscle.

“So fucking good,” You nod, “more, please,”

“Okay, baby,” Yunho shudders, adjusting his hands so that one is anchored on your waist while his other arm remains a steady cushion under your head, his hand on Mingi’s neck for purchase.

This time, he thrusts, and you and Mingi both see stars, holding each other and stifling each other’s pleasured sounds in a sudden, heady kiss.

“Almost there,” Yunho pants, and then he rolls his hips once more, the stretch blooming into something completely new.

“God, oh my god,” Your head falls back, against Yunho’s shoulder.

“Doing so good,” Yunho praises you softly, “aren’t you omega?”

Your cunt clenches hard around both of their cocks and they groan.

“Taking both of your alphas in that pretty pussy,” Yunho sighs, kissing your head, “aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” You sigh, trembling, “oh God, is this real? You’re both inside me?”

Yunho nods, his cheek brushing against yours.

“Is it too much?” Mingi checks, his thumb stroking your thigh where he has you held open.

“No,” You sigh, smiling, “I just feel so full,”

Yunho hums, pleased, “Good girl,”

You shiver in their arms and Mingi’s hand slides to travel over your skin, coasting over your hip, your waist where Yunho holds you, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach. As his hand passes over your abdomen he sucks in a sharp breath, “Holy shit,”

You blink, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“Is that?” Mingi’s fingers ghost over your belly, and then he reaches for Yunho’s hand, dragging it from your waist to your front, tucking it in the small space between your bodies, “Feel,”

Yunho slides his hand across you, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin. His touch slows though just below your navel, passing back and forth over the slightest distension.

“Yeah,” Yunho breathes, “fuck,”

Heat sparks in Mingi’s eyes and he tugs you in to crash his lips to yours, “So perfect,” he pants, “taking us so well,”

Your core flutters, clenching and relaxing on them again, and Yunho presses down over the spot on your stomach.

Hot pleasure licks up your spine, a sharp zing from the deepest parts of you straight up through your chest and your lips break from Mingi’s to moan sharply, “Oh f-fuck,”

“Need to move,” Mingi groans, “please,”

“Fuck me,” You nod, letting yourself go limp in their arms, “do it, I can take it,”

They exchange a quick look over you, a silent conversation about how they’re going to manage this, but when they move they move together.

They start with a little pulse, a slow pull out just a few inches and an even slower push back in. It’s perfect, divine, something you know you’ll be begging for again and again after today is long over. Feeling them like this, it’s unlike any pleasure you’ve ever touched.

Your bodies move in tandem, a sensual dance just for the three of you. Shallow thrusts, their cockheads nestled together in the deepest parts of your cunt, your body rocking, grinding, acting on pure instinctual bliss.

When you beg for more, Mingi sinks in deep and locks his hips in place, giving you a firm body to hold onto while Yunho adjusts his position and starts to drive into you with more force and longer strokes.

Mingi curses at the sensation, his chest blushing pink and eyes hazy, “This feels insane,”

You nod, moaning and gripping his shoulders.

“Y-Yunho,” Mingi pants against your lips, “you feel so good,”

Yunho shudders, his hips stuttering in their pace for just a second as he groans, “Fuck,”

Mingi kisses you deeply, tongue flicking along yours as you hold onto each other, “God, pretty girl, you’re still so tight,”

You can barely respond, just an incoherent mess of staggered moans.

Yunho’s hand locks back over your belly, “That’s it,” he pushes his hand down, “let us hear you, baby,”

Your eyes slam shut tightly, nails digging into your alpha’s shoulders as a pleasured scream rips from your lips, tears pricking at your eyes.

Yunho groans again, fingers flexing over your abdomen, his palm centered over the place that stretches and contracts with every hot thrust. He keeps pressure there, and drags in a ragged breath, “That’s it,” he moans, “look at you both taking it so good,”

You and Mingi moan in tandem, your forehead pressed to his.

Your orgasm rushes to the surface in a surprising wave and you jerk in their tight hold, “Gonna,” you manage, “oh f-fuck,”

Mingi’s hand tightens on your thigh, his mouth hot on your forehead as you shudder, “Come, just like that,” he begs you, “come for your alphas,”

“Yes, yes,” You feel it, just in reach, just the edge of pleasure creeping through your body.

Yunho presses down again over your lower belly, his fingers dangerously close to your clit, and you fall apart, ears ringing and brain snapping in white hot pleasure.

“Oh, oh,” Mingi moans, scrambling, his hand sliding down Yunho’s sweat slick side as he tries to communicate through his own sudden rush.

“Knot,” The word slips out of you, “knot, alpha, please, please,”

The desperation in your voice leaves them both dizzy.

The rest happens in what feels like a split second to your mind as you ride out the waves of your pleasure. Yunho draws his cock out with a hiss, and Mingi’s arms wrap tight around you, holding you to his chest as he pumps his hips up hard, his knot sliding in and swelling to lock in place.

You whine at the sudden sensation, at the loss of Yunho, at the blinding extension of your orgasm, and then Yunho moves and all your nerves explode like a live wire.

With a choke, hands shaking against your body, Yunho’s cock nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass and slides home, his cock still dripping well enough with your slick to make the slide smooth.

You’re a panting mess, words flooding off your tongue you don’t even register except you think you’re begging for more, chanting their names, holding onto them for dear life as another wave of pleasure rises up and crashes down over you.

Dazed, Mingi grinds his hips up, and you feel the warmth of his release spreading deep inside.

“Oh, god,” Yunho shudders, losing himself entirely as he pumps his cock hard and fast into your ass, “oh, g-god,”

All it takes is a second, one perfectly angled thrust, and when Yunho pumps his hips one last time, you feel his knot push in, stretching you to your limit and locking in place.

Mingi takes in a sharp breath, and your own gasp stretches into a hoarse moan, breath thready and quick in your chest.

Heat rushes inside you once again, and Yunho drops his lips against your hair as he comes, his body shaking behind yours.

It takes a moment, all of you utterly boneless and trembling, but Yunho’s soft fingers on your jaw bring you out of your daze, blinking your eyes open.

“Jagiya,” Yunho says, his voice rough in his chest, “are you alright? Are you in pain?”

“Mm-mm, ‘m so good,” You shake your head, voice a little slurred.

“Holy shit,” Mingi’s chest shudders, his own breath ragged.

You swim through the sensations, realizing what you’re feeling, and then your lips spread into a smile, “Did you just knot my ass?”

“Yeah,” Yunho looks a little sheepish, and he kisses your temple, “I didn’t mean to, it happened so fast,”

“Mm,” You nod.

“Babe,” Mingi gets your attention, his eyes soft and concerned, “you with us?”

You blink again, swallowing and shaking your head to clear some of the fog, “I think so,”

“How do you feel?” He murmurs.

“Um,” You search your brain for something, but everything’s still sluggish, “pretty fucking perfect,”

Mingi lets out a breath, and Yunho drops his head to yours, “Oh, fuck,”

“We’re doing this again,” You laugh softly, leaning into them, “I think I saw God,”

Mingi laughs earnestly at that, and you shudder at the way his slight movement jostles everything, pressing their still swollen knots against your tender walls.

“Ah, fuck,” You grip him, “don’t do that, I’m still sensitive,”

“It still feels good?” Yunho checks.

“Too good,” You breathe, softening in their arms, “I don’t know if I can come again though,”

“You don’t feel warm anymore,” Mingi comments, “the spike’s passed?”

Despite the normal post orgasm fogginess, you feel clear headed, “Yeah,”

Yunho kisses your shoulder and exhales warmly against your damp skin, “You did beautifully, sweetheart,”

His softness, his praise, it all leaves you melting.

Mingi massages little circles into your hips, “When our knots go down, we’ll get you into a nice warm bath,”

You nod, smiling up at him.

“It might take a bit,” Yunho huffs a laugh, careful not to jostle you, “you’re so tight around me, jagi,”

“And I can feel your knot,” Mingi says.

Yunho swallows tightly, and his hand slides down behind you, reaching between your legs to satiate his own curiosity. You suck in a sharp breath as his fingertips glide over your skin, the connection of his hips tightly to yours and your slick cunt stretched and sensitive around Mingi’s knot.

Mingi makes a soft sound as Yunho coasts his fingers around the rim, brushing along your tight skin and Mingi’s still swollen knot where it peeks out of you.

“You’re so stretched,” Yunho breathes, “this really doesn’t hurt?”

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, “omega, remember?”

“A perfect match for our cocks, hmm?” Yunho smiles, his fingers still exploring.

Heat blooms in your belly, but you just nod.

“Next heat,” Yunho nips at your shoulder, “I’m keeping you both locked like this for an entire day,”

Mingi gasps sharply, and you watch his eyes widen, Yunho’s fingers sliding back to brush over his balls, exploring him slowly.

“Oh,” Mingi’s hips pulse softly, driving his knot deeper and you both moan, “d-don’t, I’ll come again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Yunho smirks, snaking his other hand out from under your head and tucking it between your bodies, “sweetheart, lean into me, okay?”

It’s not a question, not really. No matter how soft and gentle Yunho’s tone is, you know a command from your alpha when you hear one, and you lean back into his shoulder so that he can get his hands where he wants them.

For a second you think it’s a blessing he has such long arms, one hand reaching back behind and under to cup Mingi’s balls, and the other smoothly between your thighs, fingertips pressing down over your tender clit.

“Grind,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “use my hand,”

You shudder, experimentally rocking your hips once, but this position sandwiched between them on your sides is a difficult one, without enough leverage, and it leaves you whining, “I can’t,”

“Yes, you can,” Yunho nods, “come on, baby,”

Your eyes connect with Mingi’s and he nods, helping you hook your leg more properly over his hip so you can dig your heel in for leverage, and then he grips the plush curve of your ass and slowly drags you forwards into a grind.

It’s a collective moan, all three of you sinking into this new feeling together.

You can’t move much, but it doesn’t matter, little tiny rocks of your hips is enough to grind yourself over Yunho’s fingers and milk Mingi’s knot with your overstimulated cunt, perfect pops of pleasure spreading through you.

Mingi presses in deep, his knot bumping over your g-spot as Yunho fondles and squeezes him, and in under a minute he’s coaxed a final orgasm out of you both.

Mingi shudders, another hot rope of his cum bursting inside you, and you tremble into another ecstatic wave, this one softer and more languid than the last.

“Good,” Yunho croons softly, “oh, feels so good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is shiver, whimpering your response, Mingi’s heaving chest bumping against yours with every inhale.

Yunho’s knot softens first and he gently uncouples your bodies, soothing you gently when you hiss at the sudden loss of him.

“Shh, shh,” Yunho kisses you shoulder, “I’m not going far, just stay with Mingi, baby,”

Mingi wraps his arms around you and gingerly rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re perched on his knot and laying across his broad chest.

Yunho pads out of the room, and Mingi strokes your back with tender care.

“Mingi?” You murmur into his skin.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” You let your eyes drift shut.

“I love you too, babe,” He murmurs.

You drift a little, only coming to when there’s a renewed sound of shuffling feet in the room and Mingi’s knot is soft enough to pull out, holding your hips still as he draws out.

You groan, eyes fluttering back open.

You’re messy, dripping and sore, but a warm washcloth passes between your thighs.

Yunho’s smiling down at you both, a towel slung around his hips though you can tell from his messy hair that he hasn’t showered yet.

“Hi,” You offer weakly, reaching for him.

“Hi, baby,” He murmurs.

You push up on Mingi’s chest, but quickly realize how weak you feel, almost like you ran a marathon, your muscles shaky and your body aching.

“Okay,” Mingi braces you, “go slow,”

“Can I,” You nod towards the center of the bed, and they slide you down into your soft nest and onto your back, tucking a blanket around your naked body, “thanks,”

Yunho sinks onto the mattress, passing water bottles to you and Mingi both, “I ordered some lunch too,” he says, “Japanese, some of everything,”

You melt into the crook of Mingi’s arm and smile, “Perfect,”

“Is there anything I can,” Yunho starts to say but you shake your head.

“Just need you close,” You tug his hand, “please come back to bed,”

He shifts over you, cuddling up on your opposite side, wrapping his arms around you both, “This okay?”

You nod, and Mingi hums, “It’s nice,”

“Good,” Yunho pulls the blankets up over the three of you.

With shaky hands you lift the water bottle and take a long sip of cool water.

Yunho gently stabilizes your wrist with his hand wrapped around your arm, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Exhausted,” You confess, letting Mingi take the bottle, “and I can’t feel my legs, but in a good way.”

Yunho nods.

Mingi meets your eyes and smiles, “Happy?”

“Mhm,” You sigh, “I love my nest,”

“Good,” He smiles.

“Can we stay in here today?” You yawn, body boneless as you sink into the sheets.

“Whatever you want,” Mingi nods, “it’s Saturday,”

You smile, relaxing against them.

It’s quiet for a bit, but then you yawn again, “You think I’ll spike again?”

“Probably not,” Mingi replies, “unless you have to see Woo again,”

You blink your eyes open, “Do you think he’s okay?”

Yunho nods, “San and Seonghwa are taking good care of him, I’m sure,”

“And Yeosang seemed good for him,” Mingi offers, “I like him.”

“Everything seemed okay when he met the guys?” Yunho asks.

“Mm,” You find his hand, playing with his fingers as you think back, “it was intense, it was like the air was thick,”

“Hmm,” Yunho nuzzles you, “sounds like your first heat here,”

“Yeah,”

“That was intense,” Mingi smiles.

Your boys keep you tucked in the nest, soothing you through the rest of the day after your sudden spike, but your mind drifts back to your best friend again and again.

San’s stunned face, Yeosang’s shocked expression.

Seonghwa’s stumbled words, the way he followed San and Yeosang down the hall like he was being pulled along, the door swinging shut in your face.

You wonder if Wooyoung was just as curious about you when you disappeared for your heat all those months ago.

You wonder what kind of new normal would be waiting at the studio for you this time.

Those thoughts eventually drift though, your own alphas fussing over you for the rest of the weekend. Over the two days you christen the nest another three times, marrying your scents together exactly the way they’re meant to me.

After weeks of transition, their home is finally yours.

#holy shit?????#now this is just perfect damn it i missed these three so much #like honestly the way yungi are so tender and so in love? i could cry #and listen we all knew it would come down to this the love between them and that confession😭 my twin tower #whatever comes after this is just going go be as sweet and soft and i refuse to confirm that it's coming to an end #i can't lose more fictional men in my life (yes across stardust yunho #im talking about you too bUT anyways #yet again another amazing piece #tnt

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