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Pack Smut

Niki let out a soft gasp, the sound catching in his throat as Jungwon’s hands gripped his hips tighter, dragging him closer, grinding him down like he was sculpting him into place. Their mouths moved slow—dangerously slow. No rush. No mercy. Just heat. Just claiming.

Jungwon kissed like a man starved, like every version of Niki who'd ever teased or looked away was owed this moment. And he took it. His mouth was confident, unyielding, tongue sliding with sinful precision. His hands gripped Niki's waist like they were already bruised. This wasn’t a kiss. It was possession.

Niki moaned, already unraveling, his fingers clawing at Jungwon’s shirt like it could anchor him. But there was no staying steady. Not when his brain was static. Not when his knees threatened to give out from the pressure of Jungwon’s thigh grinding up between his own.

Across the bed, Jake stared like he couldn’t breathe, thumb absently tracing circles against Niki’s ankle. That single touch made him shiver. He didn’t know if it was from the contact or the attention.

“They’re so—” Jake whispered, voice haze-drenched.

“Pretty?” Heeseung filled in, lounging back against the headboard like a sin given form, eyes on Niki like he was something to savor. His tone was lazy, but the hard line in his jeans gave him away.

Jay watched silently from the armchair, legs crossed, his grip around a glass tight enough to crack it. Sunghoon stood near the bedframe, arms folded, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“You gonna keep kissing him,” Sunghoon asked, voice dry and amused, “or are we getting involved tonight?”

Jungwon didn’t stop kissing. Didn’t stop the slow roll of his hips. But he did glance up, meeting Heeseung’s eyes like it was a challenge.

“Depends.”

“On?” Jake asked, already breathless.

Jungwon finally pulled back. Just a little.

Niki whimpered. Hated himself for the sound. For how empty he felt with the loss of heat. Jungwon didn’t go far. He tugged Niki’s bottom lip between his teeth, just long enough to make him ache, then let go.

He sagged against him, head thrown back, lips swollen, skin flushed, instincts screaming mine mine mine and more more more.

Jungwon stroked his thumb across Niki’s jaw, reverent. “On how long I get to keep him like this,” he said softly. “Before the rest of you try to pull him away.”

Pack laughter followed. Indulgent. Dangerous. Full of promise.

“We share, remember?” Jake murmured, sliding closer.

“But we let you start first,” Heeseung added, dragging his fingers along Niki’s spine. The touch burned. Niki arched into it without even thinking.

Jay abandoned his drink. Sleeves rolled higher. And walked toward them with the kind of predatory calm that made Niki’s stomach clench.

“We’ll all get a turn,” Jay said, voice calm. Final.

Sunghoon tossed a pillow into the middle of the bed like he was laying down a gauntlet. “Just don’t rip the sheets.”

Niki laughed. A wild, broken sound. It dissolved into a moan as Jungwon bit his throat. Not hard—just enough to promise.

The lights dimmed. And hands found him.

Jake’s mouth on his neck, whispering how perfect he looked. Heeseung’s fingers tracing every vertebrae. Jay’s hand tilting his jaw, mouth stealing his breath with a kiss so deep it hurt. Sunghoon behind him, pulling his shirt over his head like unwrapping something holy.

Jungwon never let go. His mouth stayed close. Whispering over Niki’s skin.

You’re mine.

Niki didn’t say it back. He showed him.

Later, it was Jake in Niki’s lap.

Niki’s thighs ached from where they'd been forced open for hours, bruises blooming like proof of how wanted he was. But when Jake sank down onto him, slick and slow, all Niki could do was moan. His hands trembled against Jake’s waist, desperate to grip something—anything—as heat bloomed through his chest and up his spine.

Jungwon was underneath them both, half-reclined with Jake's knees bracketing his ribs, and his hands were everywhere—guiding Jake’s hips, supporting Niki's back, controlling the rhythm like he owned it. Which, in a way, he did.

“You feel him, baby?” Jungwon murmured into Jake’s ear, his voice thick with command and something dangerously fond. “Feel how hard he is for you? He’s shaking.”

Jake let out a whimper that sounded sinful enough to echo. “He’s—fuck—he’s so deep. I can feel everything. I—I’m not gonna last.”

Niki was drowning in it. In Jake's weight, in Jungwon's gaze, in the press of lips and teeth and tongues against sweat-slick skin. The room blurred around him, thick with heat and hands and hunger.

Heeseung leaned down from behind, lips grazing Niki’s throat, biting just enough to make him jolt. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice like oil and silk. “Taking care of him like a good boy.”

Niki groaned, overwhelmed. Jake was riding him slow but greedy, his back arching with every grind, every shift of angle that made them both keen.

“You’re being so good for us,” Heeseung continued, one hand sliding between Niki and Jake to palm the space where their bodies met. “So fucking good.”

Behind them, Sunghoon was mouthing down Niki’s spine again, slow and reverent, like prayer. “You should see what you look like from here,” he murmured. “Completely ruined. Gorgeous.”

Jay, still shirtless and all sharp edges softened by arousal, was curled against Jake’s side, fingers tangled in his curls. He murmured praise between kisses. “You’ll break for us, won’t you?” he said softly. “You’ll let us see you fall apart.”

Jake was gasping now, chest heaving, lips parted in a perfect moan. His hips rolled faster, less in control, less deliberate. Niki could feel the tremble in Jake's thighs, the desperate clench around him.

“Harder,” Jake panted, voice breaking on the plea. “Niki, harder—fuck, make me forget my name.”

Niki bit down on Jake’s collarbone, growled against the skin there. “Beg prettier, sweetheart.”

And Jake did.

He begged like sin. Like salvation.

He begged until Niki was fucking up into him with shallow, brutal thrusts, Jungwon beneath them groaning into his neck. Until Sunghoon was mouthing filthy encouragement against Niki's shoulder. Until Jay reached down and stroked Jake through every roll of his hips, and Jake's voice cracked from the overstimulation.

Heeseung whispered filth in Niki’s ear, slow and sticky-sweet. “He’s going to break. You’re going to make him come so hard he forgets how to speak.”

Niki was barely holding on, but he did. He held Jake tight and thrust harder, faster, until Jake choked out a moan and collapsed forward against Jungwon, trembling, wrecked, ruined. His orgasm hit so hard he sobbed Niki’s name like a prayer.

And Niki followed.

Shaking. Clawing at Jake’s waist. Buried so deep it felt like the world split open inside him.

When it was over, all three of them collapsed in a heap of limbs and slick, gasping breath.

Jake trembled in Niki’s arms. Jungwon exhaled a satisfied, amused sound. Niki kissed Jake's temple, then Jungwon's cheek, unable to speak yet.

He didn’t need to.

They knew.

He was theirs.

And they were his.

—

Jungwon didn’t ease in.

He flipped them like he’d done it a hundred times before — Jake ending up flat on his back, legs still wrapped weakly around Niki’s waist, with Niki still buried deep inside him. Jungwon was behind Niki, pressing flush against his back, his grip already bruising where it curled around Niki’s hips.

“Jungwon—” Jake started, breathless, but the words died in his throat.

Because Jungwon thrust in.

Hard. Deep.

And Niki was driven straight into him.

Jake screamed.

He felt it. Every inch of it. Every grind of Niki’s cock inside him, forced deeper by the relentless snap of Jungwon’s hips. His body jolted with it — overstimulated, overwhelmed — his breath catching like a sob.

“Oh—fuck,” Niki gasped, voice trembling. “He’s—he’s in me so deep, I can’t—Jake—”

Jake whined, clutching at Niki’s back, the sweat-slick skin beneath his fingers trembling with every punishing thrust. “I—I can feel it,” he gasped, voice high and wrecked. “You’re inside me, but he’s—fuck—he’s fucking us both.”

Jungwon growled low behind Niki, biting down on his shoulder, possessive and brutal. “Good. Feel it. Every thrust. Every second. I want you both ruined.”

And he delivered on it.

He fucked Niki like he was trying to break him in half — and every time Niki’s hips rocked forward from the force, Jake got the aftermath. Deeper, rougher, more than he could take — and yet not enough.

Niki was falling apart in the middle, voice gone ragged, body trembling from both ends. “Please—please I can’t—he’s hitting so deep—I can’t think—”

Jake couldn’t speak. Just nodded, desperate and glassy-eyed, clinging to Niki like he was drowning in pleasure, in heat, in pack and bond and want.

And Jungwon? He didn’t stop. His rhythm was brutal — each thrust a full-body quake that wrecked Niki and sent shockwaves through Jake.

“You’re both gonna come like this,” he growled, biting into Niki’s neck now, leaving a mark. “One inside the other. Used. Mine.”

Niki whimpered, grinding harder, hips caught between force and need. “Please—please, I’m so close, I can’t—Jake—baby—”

“I’m there,” Jake gasped, arching into him. “I’m there, please—just a little more—just—”

Jungwon slammed into Niki once, twice—

And Niki shattered.

He came with a broken moan, spilling deep inside Jake, and Jake went with him — the feeling of Niki pulsing inside him, filling him while Jungwon’s cock kept driving them forward, sent him straight into blissed-out, writhing release.

Jake’s whole body shook.

Niki collapsed onto him, trembling, twitching.

And Jungwon fucked them both through it — dragging every last drop of pleasure from their bodies, until he finally stilled, low groan rumbling from his chest as he came deep inside Niki, teeth still sunk into his shoulder.

It was too much.

Perfect.

Wrecked.

None of them moved for a long time.

Only the sound of panting. Sweaty skin on skin. Jake’s fingers still tangled in Niki’s hair. Jungwon’s hand curling over both of their hearts, grounding them.

They were messy. Sticky. Sore.

And utterly, completely theirs.

—

Sunghoon was trembling before they even touched him.

He was flat on his back, legs already spread by force of habit, breaths shallow. The moans from beside him—Niki’s gasping sobs and Jake’s breathless whines—were a symphony of overstimulation, echoing off the walls like a siren song. Jungwon had both of them ruined. Filthy. Sweating. Open.

And Sunghoon?

He was hard just listening.

His fingers clenched in the sheets, neck slick with sweat, lips already bitten red from anticipation. He could hear Jake’s breath hitch every time Jungwon slammed forward. Could hear Niki’s strangled “more, please—more,” on repeat like a prayer.

But it wasn’t envy curling in his stomach.

It was want.

Hot and thick and gnawing at the base of his spine.

“I can take it,” he rasped, almost to himself.

“You better,” came Jay’s voice—low, amused, dangerous—from where he knelt between Sunghoon’s legs. His hands were already on him—thumbs tracing slow, burning circles into the inside of his thighs. “You begged so pretty for it earlier.”

“Still begging,” Heeseung said from behind, voice closer now, breath warm against Sunghoon’s nape. “He’s shaking, Jay-ay. He needs it.”

“Hyung,” Sunghoon choked out, voice high and needy. “Hyungie—please—”

Jay laughed. “There it is.”

That word.

That filthy, precious word.

Sunghoon could take a lot, but that was always what cracked him open. The way Jay’s voice softened and sharpened at the same time when Sunghoon said it. The way Heeseung’s grip turned possessive.

Heeseung’s teeth grazed his ear, breath thick with heat. “You want your hyungs to break you open, baby?”

Sunghoon moaned. His legs tried to close, trembling, but Jay kept them wide, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.

“Use me,” Sunghoon whimpered. “Both of you—together. Please—I want to feel all of it. I want to—fuck—I want to scream.”

“You will,” Jay said, slicking his fingers without ceremony. “And everyone’s gonna hear.”

From the bed beside them, Jake let out a broken cry, followed by a wet slap of skin and Niki’s high-pitched whine. Jungwon groaned low, like a fucking animal, and the sound sent shivers straight through Sunghoon’s spine.

Heeseung was already working him open—two fingers deep and curling, slow and precise. Jay joined a second later, sliding one in beside Heeseung’s, stretching him in tandem.

Sunghoon arched with a cry. “Too much—too fast—”

“You’ll take it,” Jay murmured, biting gently at his jaw. “You wanted this, remember? You begged to be stuffed full like a toy. You called us hyungie like a good little brat.”

Heeseung added, voice thick. “They got wrecked already. Now it’s your turn.”

And Sunghoon?

He nodded, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“I want both,” he whispered. “At the same time.”

“Good boy,” Heeseung groaned.

Jay slicked them both with care—but not much patience. He lined himself up first, positioning between Sunghoon’s legs with one hand gripping his waist. Heeseung moved behind, pressing kisses to the back of Sunghoon’s shoulder, murmuring filth between each one.

When Jay pushed in, Sunghoon let out a broken gasp, head falling back.

And when Heeseung followed, thick and steady—stuffing in beside Jay inch by inch—Sunghoon’s entire body tensed, then shattered apart.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck—it’s too much—hyung—hyung—”

“You’re doing so good,” Jay said through gritted teeth, breath ragged as he bottomed out beside Heeseung. “So fucking tight like this. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Sunghoon could barely speak.

His hips writhed between them, split open and shaking, clinging to the sheets like he’d fall off the edge of the world if he let go.

“I can feel you both,” he gasped. “So deep—I can’t think—”

“Don’t think,” Heeseung growled, snapping his hips forward.

Jay matched the rhythm instantly.

And that was it.

They moved in tandem—fucking into him with the kind of merciless, practiced precision that only hyungs could deliver. One would thrust in as the other pulled out. Then they’d both grind together. Their cocks rubbed together inside him, stretching him impossibly wide, filling him past any limit he thought he had.

Sunghoon screamed.

The good kind of scream.

The kind that had Jake whimpering beside him and Niki gasping, “Is that Sunghoon—?”

“Hyung—hyungie—oh my god—please don’t stop—”

“Never,” Heeseung promised, fucking him harder. “You take us so fucking well. So hot, so tight—your whole body’s shaking.”

Jay bent over him, lips brushing Sunghoon’s ear as he whispered, “Gonna keep going until you can’t say anything but ‘hyung.’ Gonna fuck you dumb, pretty boy.”

“Already dumb,” Sunghoon slurred, tears in his eyes. “Already—already gone—”

Heeseung kissed the corner of his mouth. “Not yet, baby. You haven’t come yet.”

And that’s when they changed the rhythm.

They started slamming into him together. Same pace. Same brutal rhythm. Skin slapping. Sweat dripping. The sound of it echoing through the room, layered over the moans from Jake and Niki, still being destroyed just an arm’s reach away.

Sunghoon could hear Jake crying out “Niki, Niki—please—” and Niki answering with a sobbed, “I feel everything—Jungwon—please—”

But Sunghoon wasn’t coherent anymore.

He was a wreck—writhing between two massive, relentless cocks, whimpering “hyungie” every time they bottomed out.

“Touch yourself,” Jay ordered.

Heeseung slammed in deep and growled, “Now.”

Sunghoon’s hand obeyed.

It only took two strokes.

He came with a cry that ripped his throat raw, whole body shaking like his soul was being pulled out through his skin. Hot, messy, loud.

Jay cursed.

Heeseung moaned and bit his shoulder as they both followed—fucking him through it, riding every twitch of his overstimulated body until he was limp and useless between them, tears streaked down his cheeks, lips trembling.

They pulled out slowly.

Sunghoon collapsed onto the mattress beside Jake, body humming.

And as Heeseung gathered him close, Jay pressed a kiss to his temple and whispered, “You did so good for your hyungs, baby.”

Sunghoon—eyes fluttering, ruined and satisfied—murmured one last breathless, “Hyungie…”

—

The room was quiet now.

Not silent—never truly silent—but muffled. Heavy. Like the air was still thick with sweat and sound and pleasure, only now everyone had stopped fighting it. The haze of heat had faded into something softer. Slower. A quiet glow that shimmered off skin and stayed behind the eyes.

Jake was the first to go still—trembling, limp, flushed all over. His thighs were quivering, his chest still heaving from the last orgasm Jungwon had coaxed out of him without even touching. He made a soft, broken sound as he collapsed sideways into Niki’s chest.

Niki was barely conscious. His mouth parted, lips kiss-swollen and wet. His chest stuttered with breath after breath, pulse visible at his throat. He didn’t even flinch when Jake’s body slumped against his, just let him cling like gravity wasn’t real anymore. His arm lifted weakly, cradling Jake’s head against him, even as his eyes fluttered shut.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was still twitching.

He was on his back, knees loose, breath catching every few seconds like his body didn’t know it could stop. His skin was littered with bite marks—red and dark and blooming into purples. His thighs were a mess, wet and shining, trembling with every soft exhale. A single, ruined sound slipped from his lips when Heeseung traced his fingers down the inside of his thigh—barely touching, just grounding.

“Shhh,” Heeseung murmured, soft and low. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

Sunghoon whimpered. “Hyung.”

Jay knelt at the edge of the bed, one palm smoothing across Sunghoon’s belly. His other hand held a warm cloth, wiping gently between his legs, slow and careful.

“You did so well for us,” Jay whispered. “Let us take care of you now, yeah?”

Sunghoon’s hips flinched but didn’t move away. He was too gone for that. His body trusted them more than his voice ever could.

Across the bed, Jake whimpered again, shifting closer to Niki like he could burrow under his skin.

Jungwon was already beside them, his hand stroking down Jake’s spine in long, soothing lines. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered. “You’re okay. Breathe.”

Jake did. Barely. His cheek pressed to Niki’s chest, lips brushing his collarbone like he was mouthing gratitude he didn’t have the strength to speak.

Niki stirred faintly under him.

“He’s asleep,” Heeseung said from the other side of the bed. “Out cold.”

“Jake’s halfway there too,” Jungwon added, brushing Jake’s hair off his forehead.

Jay leaned forward and kissed Sunghoon’s knee. “We ruined them.”

“Good,” Jungwon said.

That got a soft laugh from Heeseung, even as he reached for the balm and started dabbing gently at the angriest bites on Sunghoon’s neck.

“I’ll get the clean sheets,” Jay said, already standing. “Grab some water and new towels.”

Jungwon nodded and rose with him. His back ached—he didn’t care. He draped a clean blanket over Niki, Sunghoonand Jake first, then leaned down to press a kiss to Niki’s damp curls.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against Niki’s forehead. “Always mine.”

Niki didn’t respond. Didn’t need to.

Across the room, Jay returned with the water. Heeseung helped lift Sunghoon gently, whispering quiet praises with every shift.

“So good,” Heeseung said. “So fucking beautiful. You were perfect, Sunghoon-ah.”

Sunghoon blinked at him, dazed, lips parted. “Hyungie,” he whispered again.

And Heeseung melted—just a little. Pressed a kiss to his temple. “I know.”

Jungwon placed a water bottle beside each pile of limbs. “They’ll need it when they wake up.”

Jay passed the last cloth to Heeseung and went to smooth Jake’s hair next, fingers tender. “You still breathing, baby?”

Jake gave a hum. Didn’t open his eyes. But he curled closer to Niki and whispered something soft—maybe a name, maybe just thank you—and it was enough.

The room smelled like sex and skin and pack. But also love.

Searing, overwhelming, aching love.

Jungwon sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled slowly. “We’ll need to air this place out before morning.”

Jay snorted. “Sunoo’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“Worth it,” Heeseung said.

They didn’t speak for a while after that.

Just cleaned. Just tended. Just laid there with the pieces of themselves they’d given away—wrapped in sweat, kisses, praise, and softness.

By the time the lights dimmed for good, Sunghoon was nestled into Heeseung’s chest, Jake and Niki were tangled under a fresh blanket, and Jay was stroking slow, soothing circles into Jungwon’s shoulder.

No one moved.

They didn’t have to.

Because for now—they were whole.

And this was what it meant to be pack.

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toescapetherealityoflife · 1 month ago

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Poker Extra Scene

It had started like most things in Jungwon’s world did: quietly, and with intent.

The arcade had banned them.

Not outright, not with signs or words—but in the way the guards sneered at Jake’s laugh, the way the bartender refused to serve Niki anything stronger than cola, the way Jay’s credit card “conveniently” got declined after he called out the rigged slots.

It hadn’t even been about them.

It had been about who they were.

The Parks. Wolves. Unwelcome in a den that didn’t recognise whose territory it really was.

Jungwon had said nothing.

Hadn't even flinched.

Just stood there, quiet in his pressed coat and expensive silence, and watched.

Then he'd scheduled a poker night.

The private room of The Void reeked of cigars, desperation, and too much cologne. It was luxury on paper, but underneath the gilded wallpaper and imported whiskey, it was still a predator’s den.

Five men sat at the round table. All older. All dangerous in their own ways. And yet they kept glancing at him—the teenager in the leather gloves, too quiet, too clean, too young.

They were already underestimating him.

Perfect.

A man known only as Kang sat across from Jungwon, fat and loud, with gold chains that jingled every time he laughed. He owned the arcade at 24th and Guro—the place dripping with illegal tech and dirtier business—and he was bragging about it like it wasn’t already on the line.

“You sure you wanna do this, pup?” Kang jeered, sloshing whiskey over the rim of his glass. “You're barely legal. And you're gonna bet what, your allowance?”

Jungwon smiled politely, folding his hands together. He didn’t touch the drink in front of him.

“I’m betting my silence,” he said simply.

That got their attention.

Kang’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Jungwon leaned in slightly, eyes cool and unreadable. “Your arcade’s a front for smuggled code keys. Half your staff are double agents, and three of your VIP clients are on Interpol’s watchlist. I’ve known this for six months.”

Silence fell like a guillotine.

Jungwon set a single black chip on the table.

“This buys your secrets.”

Kang’s face darkened. He barked a short laugh, angry and rattled. “You little shit. You bluffing me?”

“You’re welcome to call it,” Jungwon said mildly. “Or you could fold. Let the cops find out instead.”

Kang’s hand shook slightly as he slammed a stack of chips down.

“Let’s play.”

Twenty Minutes Later

It came down to two hands.

Kang had a full house. His fingers were already reaching for the pot, a triumphant snarl curling on his lips.

But Jungwon wasn’t moving.

He just tapped his fingers once. Twice. Then slowly turned his cards over.

Royal flush.

Red hearts. Polished. Pristine. Like they’d been waiting for this moment all night.

Kang’s mouth opened. Closed. His face turned the colour of old brick.

“You—”

“I didn’t cheat,” Jungwon said, standing smoothly, already pulling on his coat. “You just didn’t watch closely enough.”

He slid a document across the table, an ownership transfer. Signed. Dated. Already notarised.

“I’ll take the arcade.”

Kang exploded out of his seat, but one of his men stepped forward from the shadows behind Jungwon, resting a hand lightly on his holstered gun.

The room froze.

Jungwon turned once, just long enough to meet Kang’s livid eyes.

“No hard feelings,” he said, calm and cordial. “But you shouldn’t gamble with something you can’t afford to lose.”

And then he left, the door swinging shut behind him.

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Now, he walked back into the penthouse with the deed.

Tossed it onto the glass coffee table like a gauntlet.

Jake stared at it. “Wait—this is real?”

“It’s ours,” Jungwon said, removing his gloves one finger at a time. “Effective immediately.”

Niki nearly choked on his protein bar. “You bought the VOID?!”

“I won it,” Jungwon corrected, already heading for the kitchen like it was just another Tuesday.

Jay picked up the paperwork, flipping through the fine print with wide eyes. “This is… everything. Property rights. Licensing. The liquor permit?”

“Transfer of management, too,” Heeseung noted, impressed despite himself. “Effective tonight.”

Jake blinked, his Omega instincts struggling to catch up with the information bomb. “But I thought—you hated that place?”

“I did,” Jungwon said simply. “Because they hated you.”

That was it.

The room went still. Tense. Heavy.

Jake’s lips parted slightly, breath catching. Niki froze mid-crouch on the couch. Jay, uncharacteristically silent, looked away like the words had scraped against something too personal.

Jungwon poured himself a drink, lifted it, and said with no ceremony at all:

“Now they can’t even walk in without my permission.”

That’s when the yelling started.

“YO—WE’RE HAVING A PARTY RIGHT NOW,” Niki declared, grabbing the remote and cranking up the music so fast Heeseung had to catch the speakers to keep them from toppling.

Jake tackled Jungwon in a hug that nearly made the glass slip from his hand. “You petty, perfect man,” Jake muttered into his shoulder, and Jungwon just huffed a laugh.

Jay already had the kitchen island covered in top-shelf bottles. “We’re doing it right this time. No red ropes, no smug bouncers. We’re gods in our own temple.”

Niki started yelling about installing a karaoke system and “hot pink lighting that burns your retinas.” Jungwon just sipped his drink and let the chaos swell.

It wasn’t about the arcade.

It was about what it meant.

For them to be seen. For them to be welcome. To never again have to stand outside the glass, waiting to be let in.

Later that night, Jake would kiss Jungwon on the cheek—quick and flushed and tipsy—and whisper, “You didn’t have to do that for us.”

Jungwon would just shrug and say, “I didn’t. I did it for me.”

Because no place that humiliated his pack deserved to exist without answering to him.

And now? They answered.

—---------------------------------

It was late.

The kind of late that blurred into early. Most of the pack had crashed where they fell—Jake curled like a cat into the couch cushions, Jay passed out half-upright with a glass still in hand, and Niki tangled in a blanket fort he'd declared “VIP Lounge Only” before promptly falling asleep mid-sentence.

The penthouse was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the fridge and the flickering city lights outside.

Jungwon stood at the window, arms crossed, eyes trained on the skyline. The celebration glow still shimmered faintly in the air, but his expression had dulled into something heavier.

Pensive.

Heeseung watched him from the doorway for a beat before stepping into the silence.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly, his voice warm but unobtrusive.

Jungwon didn’t turn. “Didn’t try.”

Heeseung walked over, slow and careful. He didn’t press—he never had to. He just stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, gaze following Jungwon’s like a quiet echo.

They stood there for a while, the silence easy. Familiar.

Then Heeseung spoke again. “You didn’t win that arcade for business.”

Jungwon’s jaw tightened a fraction.

“No,” he admitted. “I didn’t.”

Heeseung glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “You could’ve burned it down. Or bought out the owner. You chose poker. Why?”

Jungwon exhaled, slow and steady. “Because they humiliated Jay. Called Niki a liability. Treated us like background noise. I needed them to invite me in—so I could take everything.”

Heeseung nodded once, quiet approval in the tilt of his head.

“I know they don’t always say it,” he said after a pause, “but they felt it, Jungwon. Tonight. That you saw them. That you protected them without asking for thanks.”

Jungwon didn’t answer. He just kept staring out at the city, something brittle dancing behind his eyes.

Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, softer now. The kind of tone he only used when the walls were down and the room was dark.

“You carry a lot for us.”

Jungwon swallowed, the sound too loud in the hush. “I don’t mind.”

“I know,” Heeseung murmured. “But I see it. Even when you don’t say anything. You always watch. Always know.”

A pause.

Then—

“You’re twenty-one, Jungwon.”

Jungwon blinked. “I’m also the strategist.”

“And that shouldn’t have to mean you forget how to be twenty-one.”

Something in Jungwon’s throat caught, but he didn’t speak.

Heeseung stepped closer, just enough to gently nudge his shoulder. “You ever wanna forget for a bit... You don’t have to carry the world alone.”

Jungwon’s voice was quiet, frayed at the edges. “But if I don’t—who will?”

Heeseung smiled, soft and sad. “We will. We’re not just here for the wins. We’re here for you.”

For a long moment, Jungwon said nothing.

Then, with slow movement, he leaned sideways—just enough to let his temple rest against Heeseung’s shoulder. Not quite a hug. Just contact. Silent trust. Permission to be still.

Heeseung didn’t move.

He just stood there, warm and solid, anchoring the boy who never let himself stumble.

And outside the window, Seoul shimmered, oblivious to the small, sacred quiet of two wolves sharing the weight of an empire.

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JakeWon Smut

The faint scent of saltwater and heat curled around the edges of the room before Jake even stepped inside. Sunshine after a storm. Reckless comfort.

He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching Jungwon from across the room. The overly bright map table lit his sharp features in shades of ice blue and shadow, highlighting the faint curve of his smile.

His eyes, usually so full of easy laughter, were serious as they took in every detail—how Jungwon braced himself against the window, knuckles white against the cold glass, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt.

“You’re not sleeping again,” Jake finally said, voice low, nearly gentle. The words carried a weight of familiarity, a shared history.

Jungwon didn’t turn around. “Sleep’s for people who can afford mistakes.”

Jake’s steps were slow, padded, and deliberate. The kind of movement that came from someone who knew exactly how to get under your skin without trying, was a deliberate invasion of personal space. "And you think you can't?"

“I’m not,” Jungwon snapped. Then, quieter, like it physically pained him to admit it: “Not in here.” He tapped two fingers against his chest, right over his heart. “Not anymore.”

Jake stopped just behind him. Close. So close his breath stirred the edge of Jungwon’s collar, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, a stark contrast to the icy chill of the glass against his back.

“You’re burning out,” he said. “You act like if you stop for even a second, the whole world go up in flames.”

Jungwon finally turned his head slightly. Eyes dark, unreadable, locked on something only he could see. “Because it will.”

Jake didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped closer—invading the last inch of space like it was owed to him. He slid a hand up Jungwon’s spine, slowly, fingers grazing the knot of tension there before curling around the nape of his neck, thumb running lightly over the sensitive skin.

His voice was soft but deadly steady. “Then let me help you hold it up.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched.

Jake leaned in further, chest pressed flush against his back. One arm wrapped tight around his waist now, fingers digging in slightly—like anchoring him in place. Like daring him to let go.

“You think you’re the only one who bleeds for them?” Jake whispered near his ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Jungwon's body. “You think I wouldn’t burn with you if it meant keeping them safe?”

Jungwon turned abruptly. Their chests collided, breath to breath. He could feel the frantic beat of Jake's heart mirroring his own.

“Don’t,” he warned, voice wrecked. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Jake just looked at him. Unmoving. His eyes were intense, searching, filled with a sincerity that punched the air out of Jungwon's lungs. “I mean every word. You just don’t want to believe them.”

He lifted a hand again, knuckles grazing Jungwon’s jaw—then cupped it, thumb brushing beneath his lower lip like a secret promise.

Jungwon’s hands were on Jake now too—one curled around his waist, the other gripping the back of his shirt like he didn’t know whether to pull him closer or shove him away, torn between wanting and the fear of needing.

“You’re not made of stone,” Jake said, quieter now. “And I’m not leaving.”

“You should,” Jungwon breathed, the words barely audible.

Jake didn’t budge. “Too late.”

Silence fell. Thick. Shattering. The hum of the lights overhead seemed deafening.

Then Jake whispered, “Let me in, Jungwon.”

And it was that.

That crack in the wall he'd been so carefully constructing.

That sentence felt like a key turning in a rusted lock.

Jungwon surged forward and kissed him—desperate, furious, aching. Like they’d both been holding their breath for too long, waiting to drown in the other's touch.

Jake kissed him back like it was war.

The kiss ended only because Jungwon had to breathe. Even then, his lips dragged along Jake's cheek, to the hinge of his jaw, down the column of his throat like he couldn't bear to part for long.

Jake huffed a shaky laugh, still catching his breath. "You okay?"

"No," Jungwon said, voice low, rough. "Not even close."

Jake blinked-and then he felt it. The spike of alpha pheromones, sharp and bristling under the surface like claws unsheathed. Tension ridded Jungwon's shoulders like a beast. His hands gripped Jake's hips too tightly, jaw clenched like it hurt to speak.

And Jake got it. He always did.

Without a word, he rolled his hips forward and pulled Jungwon in by the collar. "Then take what you need."

Jungwon exhaled shakily through his nose, already sinking to his knees like instinct had snapped its fingers.

"Spread."

Jake obeyed, sitting on the couch like a goddamn throne and opening his legs wide-no teasing, no pretence. Just skin. Skin and trust.

Jungwon tugged down his pants with shaking hands and pushed them to his knees, exposing the pale inside of his thigh.

There. Faint now, but still visible. The bond mark.

"I should've redone it months ago," Jungwon muttered. "Should've done it the second you walked into that meeting room smelling like heaven and trouble."

Jake smirked. "You were too busy pretending you weren't gonna bend me over the map table."

"Shut up," Jungwon growled, but his mouth was already on Jake-tongue dragging over the old mark, lips hot and reverent. "Let me do this."

Jake's hand threaded through his hair, grounding, pulling him closer.

Jungwon bit.

No hesitation. No mercy.

Jake gasped, eyes flying open as fangs punctured his skin. Pleasure-pain cracked down his spine, sharp and hot, flooding the bond like lightning in a storm. His entire body jerked, thighs twitching, breath shattering.

"Oh-fuck, Jungwon-"

Jungwon moaned against his skin, sucking deep like he could taste the omega's marrow. Like this was his version of a prayer. Jake's scent spiked-sweet, unfiltered omega, dripping down his thighs.

The bite wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was claiming.

Jungwon licked over it, lips stained with blood and want, then leaned back just enough to see it fresh, red, glistening. His.

"You're mine. All 6 of you," he rasped, eyes wild and glowing. "And I don't care how many fucking contracts or meetings or enemies I've got waiting-I'll burn them all before I ever forget that."

Jake, flushed and trembling, pulled him up by the collar again until Jungwon was caging him on the couch, pressed chest-to-chest, thighs bracketed between his own.

"You never forget," Jake whispered. "But sometimes you need reminding."

Their mouths met again, filthy and breathless, all teeth and tongue. This time, Jake kissed back like he wanted to be wrecked like he wanted Jungwon to feel it in his bones.

Jungwon groaned into his mouth. "You smell like home. Like fucking peace."

Jake smiled against his lips. "And you smell like war. But you're mine."

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Jungwon didn't wait.

There was no patience in him, no strategy-just raw, undiluted want. He got out a growl in his throat before he was on Jake-yanking him off the couch with both hands clenched in his shirt like he might rip him open just to crawl inside.

Their mouths smashed together-wet, messy, more tongue than lips. It wasn't a kiss. It was a warning. A possession. A claim.

Jake laughed into it, breath hot and wrecked. "You could've just asked."

"You'd run your mouth."

"I'd say please," Jake breathed, too smug for someone already breathless.

Jungwon shoved him down, lips ghosting over his jaw, his throat, down his collarbone like he was measuring where to start devouring. Jake didn't land soft. His back hit the ground hard enough to knock a grunt out of him-but he didn't care. He just spread his legs like his body remembered this.

Thighs wide, flushed, waiting. His heat scent already blooming.

The bond between them pulsed-low, electric. The mark on Jake's thigh throbbed like a second heartbeat, hypersensitive and aching.

"You good?" Jungwon asked, voice thick, rough, hands already trailing lower like he didn't really care what the answer was.

Jake looked up at him through dark lashes, smirking, fingers sliding into Jungwon's waistband. His voice dropped, sinful and soft.

"Do I look like I'm asking you to be gentle?"

Jungwon's response was a curse, low and sharp, as he hauled Jake's legs around his waist and ground down hard. Jake's breath hitched-head tipping back, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering.

The drag of Jungwon's clothed cock against his bare skin made him shudder. So much heat. So much pressure. It wasn't enough-it hurt not having more.

Clothes were nothing. Jake's shirt was peeled off, flung away, forgotten. Jungwon's pants got shoved low, underwear pulled just under his cock, enough to free it but not enough to slow down.

Jake's back arched off the floor, skin lit up like fire where they touched. The room smelled like sex and sweat and bond-pheromones flooding the air so thick it was hard thick it was hard to breathe.

Cedarwood and slick and omega heat so sharp it could cut.

Then hands-one sliding under Jake's thigh, pushing it higher, spreading him wider. The other pressed into his chest, holding him down, keeping him still. Jungwon looked down at him, pupils blown, lip curled.

"You want it rough, huh?" he rasped.

Jake tilted his head, pretty mouth curved. "No. I want it real."

And when Jungwon slid in-thick and hot and deep-Jake gasped so sharp it cracked the silence. His heels dug into the small of Jungwon's back, pulling him in more. Closer. Deeper.

Every roll of Jungwon's hips was like being branded. Jake felt split open, wrecked, ruined-and fuck, he wanted more. Needed more.

Jungwon didn't fuck like someone in control. He fucked like a man chasing sanity. Like if he didn't keep moving, he'd lose his mind. His hands bruised Jake's hips, pinning him open, dragging him back into every thrust like he owned the pace. Like he owned Jake.

"F-Fuck-Jungwon," Jake moaned, voice cracking, "you feel-fuck-so good-"

"You're so fucking tight," Jungwon groaned, rhythm jerking, "like your body wants me to break you."

Jake's fingers gripped the floor. His whole body jolted with every thrust-deep and brutal, filthy-slick sounds echoing around the room like music.

His moans came soft and steady, needy and high. His legs trembled, clinging tighter.

"You gonna come like this?" Jungwon growled. "From getting used like a toy?"

Jake whimpered, nails dragging down his back. "I always do. You fuck me like I'm yours."

"You are," Jungwon spat, hips snapping harder. "Every fucking part of you."

The knot was swelling. Jake could feel it-pressing, stretching, dragging every nerve taut with anticipation.

"Please," he gasped, mouth brushing Jungwon's jaw, "don't make me wait -knot me, fuck-please-"

The sound Jungwon made was not human.

He slammed in one last time, knot pushing past tight resistance-and Jake screamed. A sound from somewhere too deep, too raw. The stretch tore through him, burned like fire, felt like heaven.

And when Jungwon locked in, knot swollen and pulsing, cock fully seated, Jake shattered. His body jerked with it, slick spilling, vision whiting out around the edges.

They stayed like that-tied, shaking, breath tangled.

Jungwon buried his face in Jake's neck, panting hard. "I love you," he said, hoarse and quiet, like it physically hurt to say it.

Jake blinked up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed, glowing with the high.

"I don't say it enough."

Jake, eyes glassy and still trembling from the high, smirked. "You just rearranged my spine. I think that counts."

“Can’t believe you knotted me on the floor,” Jake mumbled, voice sleep-warm and half-laughing against Jungwon’s mouth. “Now we have to stay here. Stuck. On this cold-ass tile.”

Jungwon didn’t move. Just huffed out a breath through his nose and nuzzled closer, still buried deep and locked tight.

“I told you to get on the couch,” he said.

Jake blinked up at him, dazed. “You pulled me off the couch.”

“Semantics.”

Jake giggled—actual giggled. The kind that made Jungwon’s chest do stupid things. The kind that made being stuck on a floor with your knot buried in your omega not seem like such a tragic fate.

Jake shifted slightly, muscles twitching around where they were joined, and Jungwon grunted.

“Don’t move,” Jungwon muttered, a little pained. “Unless you want round two.”

Jake grinned, all smug and sparkly-eyed. “You’re the one stuck in me, alpha.”

Jungwon gave him a flat look, but it was useless. Jake was already kissing his jaw, soft and lazy, pressing sweet pecks down his throat and along his collarbone like he wasn’t the reason Jungwon had temporarily blacked out ten minutes ago.

Jake’s fingers traced idle shapes on Jungwon’s back—hearts, maybe. Or rude words. Probably both.

The tension had finally drained out of Jungwon’s frame. No more clenched jaw or too-tight shoulders. Just warmth. Just Jake. Just the two of them, bonded and breathless on the floor like they didn’t run half the underground or hold the weight of the pack in their bones.

“Y’know,” Jake murmured, lips ghosting over his, “if someone walks in…”

“Then can just join in.”

Jake slapped Jungwon's chest lightly. “Fuck no. It's not your spine that was just rearranged, they can fine any of the so many mates we have”

Jake snorted and kissed him—slow this time. Tender. Sticky with heat but softened around the edges, like sugar after a burn.

They didn’t pull apart right away.

“I love you,” Jake said against his lips.

“I know,” Jungwon replied. “Now stop moving before I get hard again.”

Jake burst into laughter, loud and echoing and entirely too pleased with himself.

And just like that, stuck on the floor, tangled in scent and knot and love—they stayed.

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