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Doyoung’s sigh was so heavy it practically echoed through the office, the kind of exhale that carried both annoyance and weariness. It made Johnny pause at the doorway, brows lifting in curiosity as he stepped inside with a neat stack of folders balanced in his arms.
“Rough call?” Johnny asked, his voice light but his eyes tracking Doyoung closely.
Doyoung didn’t even bother to answer right away. He leaned back in his chair, lids pressing shut as his fingers came up to massage his temples, as though the mere act could chase away the persistent headache that had started the moment his mother’s voice had filled the line.
“What’s got you like that?” Johnny tried again, dropping the folders onto Doyoung’s desk with a soft thud. His mouth quirked into a knowing grin. “Pretty sure it’s not work-related.”
Doyoung cracked one eye open, his expression sour. “Well, you know how it goes. My mom. She’s at it again… asking if I’m finally willing to attend that blind date she’s planning.” He rolled his eyes so hard it looked like it physically pained him, then went back to pressing at his temples as though he could knead the conversation right out of existence.
Johnny chuckled, sinking into the couch positioned near the desk. “I think your mom would never stop doing that. It’s like her full-time job at this point.”
“And I will never stop turning her down,” Doyoung shot back, shrugging as though to brush it off. He reached out for the nearest folder, flipping it open, his gaze scanning over the first page even though his mind was clearly elsewhere.
Johnny leaned back against the couch cushions, folding one ankle over the other with an easy air. “You know, Taeyong says he misses you,” he mentioned casually, watching for Doyoung’s reaction.
Johnny chuckled under his breath. “Would you like me to give you a ride, then? We could go together.”
Doyoung finally glanced up, shaking his head with a polite smile. “I’m good. My driver’s already with me.”
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The door hadn’t even swung fully open before Taeyong’s entire face lit up like the sun breaking through storm clouds.
“My Doie—!” he exclaimed, voice bubbling with delight as he immediately launched forward, wrapping his arms around Doyoung’s slender frame. The embrace was tight, almost desperate, and it startled a soft laugh from Doyoung, who carefully returned the hug with his own arms winding around his best friend.
“I really missed you,” Taeyong mumbled into his shoulder, lips pouting the way only Taeyong could pull off.
Doyoung let out another chuckle, gentler this time, his hand patting Taeyong’s back as though soothing him. “Me too,” he replied softly. The words drew a radiant smile across Taeyong’s face.
It was only then that Taeyong’s gaze dropped to the paper bags dangling from Doyoung’s hands. He blinked, curiosity taking over. “What’s all this?”
“For little Haechannie and little Jisungie,” Doyoung answered, eyes curving with a fond smile. “And I also have something for this little one here…” With his free hand, he reached out to gently rub the swell of Taeyong’s belly, fingers lingering with care.
Taeyong’s cheeks warmed, though his expression softened. “You know, you didn’t have to,” he said, voice thick with both gratitude as he stepped back, ushering Doyoung inside.
“Yeobo!” Taeyong called as he waddled further into the living room, his steps slow but full of excitement. “Doyoungie’s already here!”
From the far end of the room, Johnny appeared. He had both of his hands full—literally—cradling five-year-old Haechan on one side and three-year-old Jisung on the other. The sight of him juggling two squirming children would’ve been comical if not for the way Johnny made it look so effortless.
“Uncleeeeeee!” Haechan’s squeal rang out like a bell the moment he spotted Doyoung. The boy wriggled free from his father’s hold with the sheer determination of a child who saw his favorite person in the world.
Doyoung’s eyes softened instantly. He dropped the bags to the floor without a second thought and crouched down, arms already open in anticipation. Haechan barreled into him with a force that nearly knocked him over, small arms wrapping tight around his neck.
“Whoa—” Doyoung laughed as he caught the boy, rocking slightly on his heels from the impact.
Not to be outdone, Jisung scrambled down from Johnny’s other arm, his tiny legs carrying him in quick, wobbly steps until he collided into Doyoung’s side. Soon, Doyoung was sandwiched between both children, little arms clinging to him as if they hadn’t seen him in months.
“Uncle missed you too,” Doyoung whispered, pressing his cheek against the crown of Jisung’s hair while ruffling Haechan’s.
From behind them, Johnny’s laugh rumbled, low and amused. “Seems like it wasn’t just Taeyong who missed you.”
“These three are acting like I didn’t visit just last week,” Doyoung teased, rolling his eyes, though the broad, genuine smile tugging at his lips betrayed the affection pooling in his chest.
After the initial excitement of hugs and laughter, Doyoung finally managed to hand over the gift bags to the two boys. Haechan and Jisung received them with wide, sparkling eyes, their little hands digging eagerly inside before turning to him in unison.
“Thank you, Uncle!” they chirped, each pressing quick kisses against his cheeks.
The affection made him chuckle, his chest loosening in a way it rarely did. “You’re both welcome,” he said, ruffling their hair before easing himself onto the couch with a small sigh of contentment.
“I was actually hoping you hadn’t eaten yet,” Taeyong said as he waddled back into the living room, balancing a small tray of neatly cut fruits. He set it down carefully on the center table, his movements deliberate with the extra weight of his belly. “I made dinner for you earlier, but Johnny already told me you had a meeting with your business partners.”
Doyoung reached for the remote that sat lazily on the table, his hand moving with the ease of someone far too familiar with the household. He clicked on the television, flipping through the channels without much thought. “Well, it’s true. I’ve already had dinner,” he admitted.
Taeyong, perched on the armchair across from him, plucked a slice of apple and popped it into his mouth, his eyes dancing with amusement. “And… a little birdie told me your mom’s trying to set you up on another blind date.”
Doyoung’s gaze snapped up, one eyebrow arched in disbelief. “And this little birdie’s name wouldn’t happen to be Johnny Suh, would it?”
“Hey, I don’t keep secrets from my husband,” Johnny called from the other side of the room, where he was busy helping the kids with their toys. His voice was laced with mischief, and the corners of Taeyong’s mouth lifted into a satisfied chuckle.
Doyoung groaned, slumping further into the couch as though the weight of his life choices had finally caught up to him. “Remind me why I made your husband the COO of my company again?”
Taeyong smirked, eyes glinting with triumph. “Because you decided to make your best friend the Chief Marketing Officer, and you chose your best friend’s husband as the Chief Operating Officer. You can’t blame anyone but yourself.”
“And now that best friend is on long-term leave because he’s pregnant,” Doyoung muttered, clicking his tongue as though scolding the universe. “So I’m left to deal with his husband at work every day.”
“Poor you,” Taeyong said with mock sympathy, though the laughter in his voice gave him away.
“Anyway,” he continued, leaning back with both hands resting on his stomach, “what made Auntie so persistent this time? What’s the rush?”
Doyoung sighed, tilting his head back against the couch as though the answer itself exhausted him. “Do you remember my cousin, Minjeong?”
Taeyong nodded.
“She just got married recently. And now she and her wife are expecting. My mom’s been nagging me nonstop ever since, telling me I should get married too, so I can give her a grandchild. She keeps insisting I should hurry up before it’s too late.” Another heavy sigh slipped past his lips. “Honestly, good luck to her. Did she forget I’m already thirty-five? I’m past my prime. Not exactly the shining young omega anymore any alpha would go crazy for.” He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “And does she also forget I’m a decade older than Minjeong?”
Taeyong’s eyes softened. “It’s not like she doesn’t already have a grandchild. Gongmyung hyung gave her one years ago.”
“Exactly.” Doyoung rubbed his temples, the familiar ache settling in. “But apparently, one isn’t enough.”
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Kim Doyoung was thirty-five years old, and by society’s standards, he was already well past the age where omegas were expected to settle down and raise a family. But if anyone were to look at him now—seated behind the expansive mahogany desk of his office, sharp gaze flicking across reports while sunlight glimmered against the gold lettering of Aureum Couture Enterprises engraved on the glass walls—they would know that marriage was the least of his priorities.
Aureum Couture was his empire, one he had built from the ground up with nothing but determination, sleepless nights, and an iron will. Though Doyoung was born into wealth, a son of a family with old money and influence, he had never once leaned on that privilege. To do so would feel like living under the shadow of someone else’s legacy, and Doyoung hated being defined by things he had not earned himself. No, Aureum Couture was entirely his—his vision, his risks, his blood, sweat, and tears poured into every single seam of its creation.
His older brother, Gongmyung, had never understood why Doyoung refused to take the easier path. Gongmyung was an alpha, four years older, comfortably married for thirteen years now, with a ten-year-old son who carried the family name forward. He embodied everything their mother expected: the dependable heir, the dutiful son, the father who provided the next generation. In comparison, Doyoung—an unmarried omega at thirty-five—was the one who constantly fueled their mother’s anxiety.
And she never let him forget it.
Calls from his mother had become a routine. Each conversation was laced with gentle nagging that barely masked her disappointment: When are you going to settle down? Don’t you want to give me more grandchildren? You’re not getting any younger, Doie.
He could practically recite her words by heart at this point.
The reality was harsh, though Doyoung had long accepted it. At thirty-five, the odds were stacked against him. Society had never been kind to omegas beyond their twenties; whispers always carried the same refrain—that older omegas were undesirable, their prime years wasted, their bodies no longer reliable for bearing children.
And in truth, it wasn’t entirely wrong. Male omegas past thirty often faced difficulties conceiving. The biological clock that alphas and betas brushed off so easily ticked louder for omegas, cruelly unforgiving. Even if by some chance he were to marry, there would be no guarantees. The possibility of bringing a child into the world was slim, and who would want an omega who couldn’t give them pups?
It wasn’t that Doyoung despised the idea of marriage or children. On the contrary, when he was younger, the thought had been something of a quiet dream—a picture of warmth and stability he had often tucked away in the corners of his heart. He had once imagined himself coming home after a long day of work to someone waiting for him, imagined the sound of laughter filling a house that wasn’t quite so silent, imagined small hands tugging at his sleeves, calling him dada with bright, innocent eyes.
But reality had a way of dulling those tender dreams. Work became his anchor, his passion, and his burden, consuming the years he had meant to spend building a family. The relationships he did try to nurture never lasted long—broken off by alphas who balked at the idea of loving an omega who stood taller than them in status and influence. To them, Doyoung’s success was intimidating, emasculating even. He was too independent, too self-sufficient, too powerful. And though he never said it out loud, deep down, Doyoung had begun to wonder if there truly was no space in anyone’s heart for an omega like him.
One by one, his peers began settling down. Wedding invitations filled his mailbox, and baby announcements trickled into his life until it became almost routine. Smiles on social media, families captured in golden frames—it all served as a reminder of the path he had once longed for, and yet never quite reached. And Doyoung… Doyoung remained alone.
It saddened him, of course it did. Sometimes, on the quieter nights when exhaustion seeped into his bones, he allowed himself to ache for the things he didn’t have. But sadness could only last so long before resignation took its place. By the time he turned thirty, he had forced himself to lock away those fragile dreams and bury them deep in the unseen crevices of his mind. If fate had decided he wasn’t meant for love, wasn’t meant for a family, then so be it.
Instead, he threw himself entirely into his work, polishing Aureum Couture until it gleamed like the empire he had envisioned. He told himself he was content. That the satisfaction of success would be enough. That he didn’t need a spouse, didn’t need children, didn’t need a home filled with laughter to feel whole.
At least, that’s what he tried to believe.
If there was one thing Doyoung could never deny, it was his soft spot for children. He adored them. Yet despite how much he loved the thought of having children of his own, Doyoung had long since accepted the reality that it simply wasn’t going to happen for him.
So instead, he poured all that affection into the children around him. His nephew, Minhyung, was often the recipient of his boundless care. Doyoung made it a point to attend school events whenever he could, always showing up with little gifts tucked under his arm, much to his nephew’s delight. The boy had grown used to his uncle spoiling him—whether it was a new set of sketch markers for his drawings or an extra allowance.
But it didn’t stop there. Taeyong and Johnny’s children had also become extensions of his heart. To Doyoung, they weren’t just his best friends’ kids. They were practically his own nephews, and he treated them as such.
If fate had decided that he would never experience the joy of having children of his own, then Doyoung had long resolved to pour all his love into the little ones already in his life–Minhyung, little Haechan, little Jisung, and the child Taeyong and Johnny had been expecting.
For Doyoung, it was enough. No, it wasn’t the family he once dreamed of building for himself, but it was still a family. And whenever those children’s arms wrapped around his neck, whenever their bright eyes lit up upon seeing him, Doyoung felt that maybe, just maybe, this was enough to fill the quiet ache inside his heart. He could live with that.
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“That asshole,” Doyoung spat through gritted teeth, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as the city lights blurred past the car windows. The usually smooth hum of his luxury sedan couldn’t drown out the irritation coursing through his veins.
The night had begun with promise. A charity gala. An event Doyoung actually enjoyed attending despite the suffocating air of pretension that typically filled the venue. At least in these gatherings, beneath the sparkling chandeliers and empty smiles, money was being channeled toward causes that mattered. Hospitals, scholarships, shelters—things that made a tangible difference. For Doyoung, that alone made the evening tolerable.
Normally, he would have gone with Taeyong and Johnny for such social functions. But with Taeyong in the later stages of pregnancy, he had flat-out refused Johny to accompany him so that he wouldn’t leave Taeyong’s side. He had insisted he stay home and let him manage with Sooyoung, his ever-capable secretary. He could handle a few hours of meaningless chatter and glasses of champagne. Or so he thought.
The night had soured the moment he appeared. An alpha from a well-known conglomerate. Doyoung hadn’t even cared enough to remember his name when he had cornered him near the buffet table. At first, Doyoung had been polite, even though he wasn’t remotely interested in the man’s attempts at flirting. He smiled thinly, answered curtly whenever he was asked a question, and even let out the occasional forced laugh. Anyone with half a brain would have noticed his disinterest. But this alpha, apparently, was too dense—or too arrogant—to take the hint.
And then came the moment that snapped Doyoung’s patience like brittle glass.
The alpha’s smile had curled smugly after learning that Doyoung wasn’t just attending the gala, but was the CEO of Aureum Couture Enterprises itself. That’s when the unsolicited opinions began spilling from his mouth like poison.
“An omega leading a company? I mean, sure, you’re doing well, but honestly, don’t you think omegas are better suited for family life? For raising pups?” His tone had been dripping with condescension, as though he were doing Doyoung a favor by pointing out what he believed to be “the natural order.”
Doyoung’s jaw had tightened, but he held his composure. “Funny, because last I checked, Aureum Couture was outperforming your company’s fashion division by a solid thirty percent. Should I still go home and bake cookies?”
But the alpha only smirked, clearly not deterred. “I’m just saying, it’s the alpha’s duty to provide, while omegas should nurture and care for their household. That’s how it’s always been. You can’t fight nature, Doyoung-ssi.”
The gall of it. As though Doyoung’s success was some kind of accident, as though his sleepless nights, his relentless ambition, his blood and sweat meant nothing. His irritation boiled over. “Nature,” he snapped, his voice cutting like ice, “doesn’t excuse ignorance.”
The argument escalated quickly after that, Doyoung no longer bothering to hide his contempt. He wasn’t about to waste more of his evening listening to an insecure alpha preach outdated nonsense. With a curt nod to Sooyoung, he had turned on his heel and left, their exit swift and unapologetic.
Now, back in the car, the tension still lingered in the air. Doyoung’s knuckles were pale from gripping the wheel too tightly, the memory of that smug face replaying in his head.
Beside him, Sooyoung broke the silence first, her voice calm but laced with disdain. “I feel bad for the poor person who’ll make the mistake of marrying him.”
A humorless laugh escaped Doyoung’s lips, his eyes fixed on the road. “If there’s any justice in the world,” he muttered, “he’ll stay single forever.”
Sooyoung smirked, glancing at her boss with amusement. “Well, if he keeps talking like that, I doubt anyone will last long enough to put up with him anyway.”
“Boss,” Sooyoung suddenly piped up, breaking the silence. “How about we blow the steam off? Let’s head to Neo Velvet Bar.”
Doyoung blinked, startled out of his brooding. He turned his head slightly toward her, one brow arching. “The—what?”
Sooyoung smirked knowingly, wriggling her eyebrows in a way that almost made her look mischievous. “Neo Velvet Bar. It’s all the rage these days. The owner’s a good friend of mine, so we can just slide in. It’s right along our way home, too.” She leaned back against the seat, lips quirking. “I could really use a drink. And honestly, boss, you look like you need one too.”
“Drinking. Relaxing. Maybe even dancing if you feel like it,” Sooyoung replied easily, like she was listing off the most obvious things in the world. “Don’t give me that excuse about age either. And besides, when was the last time you did something for yourself? Something outside of boardrooms and charity halls?”
Doyoung opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again, thoughtful. It was true. His days were carefully carved into schedules, obligations, and responsibilities. Even the events he attended for “fun” had hidden agendas, filled with business talk and societal expectations. Somewhere along the way, he had buried his youth and spontaneity under the weight of being a CEO.
He exhaled quietly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. The truth was, the idea tempted him. The thought of loosening the knot of frustration in his chest with a glass of something strong was almost too appealing to resist.
Finally, without overthinking, he muttered, “Fine. Tell me the directions.”
Sooyoung’s eyes widened before she let out a little squeal of triumph, clapping her hands together like a child who had just won a prize. “Knew you’d say yes! Trust me, boss, you won’t regret it.”
Doyoung shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips at her excitement. Maybe, just maybe, tonight could still be salvaged.
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Sooyoung hadn’t been exaggerating. Neo Velvet Bar was indeed buzzing with life. The place was alive with warm neon lights, a blend of red and gold bathing the interior, and music pulsed steadily through the floor, the kind that made one’s chest vibrate with the bass. It was full, yes, but not suffocating. Just enough to feel the energy of the crowd without drowning in it. Couples leaned close over their tables, groups of friends cheered with clinking glasses, and strangers laughed together like they had known each other for years.
At the entrance, a woman with a radiant smile greeted them warmly.
“Sooyoung!” the woman exclaimed, pulling her into a friendly hug.
“This is Seulgi,” Sooyoung turned to Doyoung, her hand gesturing between them. “Owner of this place, and the reason this bar’s as famous as it is.”
Doyoung inclined his head politely, only to be met with Seulgi’s easy grin.
“Don’t be so formal, please. Any friend of Sooyoung’s is already a friend of mine,” she said. Her tone carried the sort of friendliness that put Doyoung instantly at ease.
They were soon joined by another woman, petite with bright eyes and an infectious laugh. “Seungwan,” she introduced herself, sliding effortlessly into their circle. She cracked a joke within minutes, and to Doyoung’s own surprise, he laughed along easily, as if he had known her for longer than just a few minutes.
The hours slipped by faster than Doyoung anticipated. Alcoholic beverages arrived at their table, and they started drinking. To be honest, his tolerance was infamously high. Years ago, in his twenties, he had gone through enough youthful nights of binge-drinking with friends that his body seemed to have built up a certain immunity. So while Sooyoung was giggling more freely than usual and Seungwan’s cheeks had turned pink, Doyoung remained clear-headed.
Then, in an instant, Seulgi slapped her palms against the table and stood. “I wanna dance!”
Her declaration was met with Seungwan’s quick agreement. “Me too.” She turned to the two still seated. “Are you guys coming?”
Sooyoung swirled the last of her cocktail and waved them off. “Wait, I’ll follow in a minute. Let me finish this first.”
That left all eyes on Doyoung.
He leaned back slightly, raising both hands in mock surrender. “I’m good. I’ll stay here.”
Sooyoung’s voice turned playful as she reminded him, “Come on, boss—I mean, Doyoung.” She rolled her eyes with a laugh at the slip. They had agreed earlier that he wasn’t allowed to be “Boss” inside the bar. Tonight, he was just Doyoung, no titles attached.
But he still shook his head. “I don’t know how to dance,” he said firmly, tone almost defensive.
Immediately, the three women groaned in unison, their exaggerated whines rising above the music.
“You don’t need to know how to dance!” Seungwan insisted, her words slightly slurred with laughter. “You just move. That’s the whole point. Nobody’s judging here.”
Before he could protest further, Seulgi swooped back in, slipping her hand around his arm with surprising strength. “No excuses.” She tugged at him with a grin. “Let’s go.”
Caught off guard, Doyoung tried one last weak resistance. “Wait—I—”
But it was useless. Between Seulgi’s determined pull and Seungwan’s encouraging gestures, Doyoung found himself being dragged toward the dance floor, leaving his half-empty glass behind on the table. The music grew louder as they approached, the beats syncing with his reluctant footsteps.
The crowd swallowed him whole the moment he set foot on the dance floor. Lights strobed above them, painting their faces in shifting shades of violet and blue. Doyoung stood stiffly, awkward in the sea of swaying bodies, his hands hovering at his sides as if unsure of what to do with them.
Seulgi and Seungwan immediately started moving to the beat, laughing and twirling, hair flying as though they had no care in the world. Even Sooyoung, who had caught up with them a moment later, was already moving in rhythm, eyes closed and arms raised as if the music itself were carrying her.
Doyoung, however, remained the picture of hesitation. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, lips pressed together tightly. He told himself he was too old for this kind of thing, too busy for it, too… something. But then Seungwan leaned close, shouting above the music, “Just move, Doyoung! No one’s looking!”
He almost laughed at that, because wasn’t everyone looking? Yet, the beat pulsed insistently, the bass reverberating in his chest until he gave in just a little, tapping his foot in rhythm, swaying his shoulders. It was barely anything, but Seulgi cheered like he had just performed on stage.
“There you go!” she shouted, gripping his wrist and spinning him around with surprising force. He stumbled, caught himself, and for the first time in a long while, he let out a genuine laugh. It bubbled out of him unexpectedly, a sound he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe this was what he needed.
The music throbbed harder, vibrating through the soles of Doyoung’s shoes. He had given up resisting completely now—if not exactly dancing, he at least moved with the rhythm, swaying enough to blend in. The warmth of alcohol in his veins helped loosen the tension in his shoulders.
Then, as though the air itself shifted, his gaze landed on him.
The man was leaning against the table, casual yet impossibly striking under the dim lights. Broad shoulders framed by a perfectly fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His dark hair fell slightly over his brow, the faint glint of a silver watch catching the light as he lifted his glass. His presence wasn’t loud, yet somehow it commanded attention without asking for it.
Doyoung found himself staring before he could stop. The stranger’s lips curved just slightly as he spoke to his friends, a quiet chuckle slipping out, low and smooth. Something about that sound cut straight through the pounding bass in Doyoung’s chest, pulling him in like gravity.
And then, like fate playing tricks, the stranger’s eyes lifted, meeting Doyoung’s across the crowded floor.
It wasn’t one of those fleeting glances people brush off. This was deliberate. Lingering.
Doyoung felt his stomach flip, heat crawling up the back of his neck. He quickly averted his gaze, pretending to be too absorbed in Seulgi’s wild twirling, but the damage was done. That look had branded itself in his memory.
“Doyoung, why’d you stop moving?” Sooyoung teased, nudging him with her elbow. “Ohh… wait. Don’t tell me you saw someone?”
“I didn’t,” Doyoung denied too quickly. His voice was sharper than intended, and Sooyoung only smirked knowingly.
Across the room, the stranger had tilted his head, as though amused by the flustered reaction he’d just caused. He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never quite leaving Doyoung.
Sooyoung’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way Doyoung’s attention lingered across the room. She followed his line of sight and, the moment she spotted the man, a knowing grin tugged at her lips. Leaning closer so her words wouldn’t be drowned out by the music, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear, “Are you… interested in that guy ?” Her tone was sing-song, mischievous, the kind that instantly made Doyoung’s ears burn.
Doyoung nearly choked on his own breath, jerking back as if she had accused him of a crime. “W-what? N-no!” he stammered, far too defensive to sound convincing. His fingers twitched nervously, and he looked everywhere but in the direction of the guy. “Besides, what if he’s… I don’t know… way younger than me?” he added in a rush, hoping to end the conversation quickly.
But Sooyoung wasn’t alone in her teasing. Seungwan leaned forward from her seat, her smile bright, her words loud over the bass of the speakers. “Doyoung, please. You don’t even look old yourself. And one thing’s for sure, that guy is definitely not a minor. Seulgi runs this place too tight for that. No one underage gets through those doors. If he’s younger than you, most likely it is not by much.” She gestured toward Seulgi for confirmation.
Seulgi nodded vigorously without missing a beat. “Exactly. We’re careful here. And also, hello? He’s ridiculously handsome. If I were you, I wouldn’t be sitting here questioning it, I’d already be halfway across the room.” Her voice carried a playful bite as she added with a sly grin, “Go for it, Doyoung. Maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight, and you’ll get that dick.”
Doyoung’s face heated instantly, the tips of his ears turning crimson. He nearly dropped his glass, his jaw falling open at Seulgi’s bluntness. “Seulgi!” he gasped, scandalized, his voice almost squeaking with embarrassment. His hand instinctively reached to cover part of his face, as though that would hide his reddened cheeks. “You can’t just… say things like that so casually!”
Seulgi only laughed, tossing her head back, clearly entertained by his flustered state.
Sooyoung, ever the instigator, leaned in again, her grin widening with mischief. She nudged his shoulder, sing-songing in a teasing tone, “Come on, Doyoung. Why don’t you go and talk to him?”
Against his better judgment, Doyoung’s eyes drifted back toward the stranger across the room. Just one more glance, he told himself, quick and harmless. But the moment his gaze connected, his breath caught in his throat.
The man was still looking at him.
Not just a fleeting glance, not the kind of accidental eye contact people make before shifting away. No, this stranger’s dark eyes were steady, intent, unwavering as though Doyoung was the only person in the entire bar worth noticing. The realization made a jolt of nervous energy run through his chest, and Doyoung immediately averted his gaze, snapping his head back to his friends.
He gulped, throat dry despite the drink, and exhaled shakily. “No. I can’t. I cannot do that,” he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to the women egging him on. He shook his head firmly, trying to dismiss the very thought, though the pink creeping across his ears betrayed him.
Sooyoung leaned in closer, catching his muttered denial, her grin widening in amusement. “What do you mean you can’t? You talk to people every single day, what makes him different?”
“That’s exactly the problem,” Doyoung whispered back, the words rushed and flustered, as if afraid the stranger across the room could somehow hear him. “I don’t even know why.”
Normally, conversation came naturally to him. He was used to exchanging pleasantries, handling clients, entertaining friends, and navigating social events without breaking a sweat. But right now, with one unfamiliar man looking at him like that—like he was worth all the attention in the world—his practiced ease crumbled into a nervous mess.
“Please, don’t fire me for what I’m about to do,” Sooyoung muttered under her breath, though the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed that she was dead serious.
Before Doyoung could even ask what she meant, Sooyoung gave a subtle signal with her eyes. Miraculously, Seungwan and Seulgi seemed to understand it instantly. Doyoung barely had time to process what was happening before Sooyoung’s hand closed firmly around his wrist.
“Wait—what? Sooyoung!” he hissed, trying to resist, but she was already tugging him forward with surprising determination.
In what felt like a blur, Doyoung found himself standing in front of the very table he had been stealing glances at just moments ago. His stomach lurched, his pulse spiking.
“Hi!” Sooyoung chirped, voice smooth and bold as ever. “I’m Sooyoung. This is Seungwan, and Seulgi.” She then turned to Doyoung with a flourish, as if presenting him like some prized guest. “And this… is Doyoung.”
All Doyoung could manage was an awkward, wide smile, his gums showing as heat crept to his ears. He hated how obvious he must look, like he’d been caught off guard in the worst way.
Then the stranger smiled.
And just like that, the noise of the bar seemed to dim. The man’s lips curved, revealing deep-set dimples that etched themselves instantly into Doyoung’s memory.
“I’m Jaehyun,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a confidence that made Doyoung’s stomach flutter. He gestured to the three men seated with him. “This is Jungwoo, Yuta, and Winwin.”
Doyoung forced himself to nod politely, though he was sure his smile looked more like a grimace of nerves than anything else.
“So,” Sooyoung jumped right back in, ever the fearless instigator, “do you all want to join us at our table?”
Jaehyun glanced at his friends briefly, then back at her, his dimples flashing once more. “Uhmm, if we’re not intruding?”
“Of course you aren’t!” Sooyoung insisted without missing a beat. “Come on.”
The small group shuffled together, merging tables. Doyoung, already regretting allowing himself to be dragged into this, sank into a chair, only to realize too late that Sooyoung had very deliberately orchestrated the seating arrangement.
Because there he was.
Doyoung tried not to let it show, but his senses betrayed him the moment Jaehyun leaned ever so slightly closer. The faint trace of his alpha scent lingered in the air—warm sandalwood mingled with amber, deepened by the faintest whisper of musk. It was subtle but heady, like the kind of cologne that clung to someone without ever overpowering the room.
And strangely, impossibly, it suited him.
Doyoung’s own scent: a softer mix of citrus brightness layered with gentle floral undertones, seemed to blend into the air, intertwining with Jaehyun’s in a way that felt… natural. Harmonious. As though they were meant to be woven together from the start. The realization sent a strange heat rushing to his cheeks, and he quickly busied himself with fiddling with the rim of his glass, praying no one would notice.
But then Jaehyun tilted his head slightly, dimples flashing as he broke the silence first. “So… Doyoung, right? You looked like you didn’t want to be dragged here.”
Doyoung blinked, startled at being addressed so directly. “Ah—was it that obvious?” He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “My friends can be a little… pushy.”
“I can tell,” Jaehyun said with an amused chuckle, his voice smooth and teasing but never unkind. “But I’m glad they did. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have met.”
The words, simple as they were, made Doyoung’s stomach do a flip. He glanced at Jaehyun, who was watching him with a calm, open expression that was neither overbearing nor forced. For someone who looked so effortlessly handsome, with broad shoulders and an easy confidence, Jaehyun’s presence wasn’t suffocating at all… it was inviting.
And before Doyoung even realized it, the awkward stiffness in his posture began to melt.
Their conversation started with the usual safe topics—favorite drinks, favorite movies, the kind of music they were into—but it didn’t take long before it flowed into something more natural. They laughed about the antics of their friends, shared stories of embarrassing moments, and discovered small similarities that felt almost uncanny. Jaehyun admitted to loving late-night drives to nowhere, and Doyoung, laughing in surprise, confessed he did the same whenever he needed to clear his head.
“See?” Jaehyun leaned in a little, a playful spark in his eyes. “We’ve already got something in common.”
“Or maybe you’re just making it up to sound cooler,” Doyoung teased back, surprising himself with how easily the words slipped out.
Jaehyun grinned, the dimples deepening again. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”
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Doyoung wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. One moment, he was sitting at the table, laughing at something Sooyoung said, and the next he was in the middle of the dance floor with Jaehyun, moving to the heavy bass thrumming through the speakers. Maybe it was the alcohol loosening his nerves, maybe it was the way Jaehyun’s dimpled smile seemed to coax him out of his shell, or maybe it was just the magnetic pull that had been tugging at him since the moment their eyes first met.
Either way, here they were, bodies pressed far too close for strangers.
Jaehyun’s hands had somehow found their way around Doyoung’s waist, firm and steady, guiding him through the rhythm of the music. The warmth of his touch seeped through the fabric of Doyoung’s shirt, sending sparks down his spine. Doyoung’s breath caught when Jaehyun leaned in just a little, their faces hovering dangerously near. Close enough that Doyoung could see the fine curve of his lashes, the faint sheen of sweat at his temple, the playful gleam dancing in his eyes.
His heart hammered against his ribs, loud enough that he swore Jaehyun must hear it. And before he could stop himself, the words slipped past his lips in a voice barely above the music.
“I… I really want to kiss you right now.”
Jaehyun’s lips curved into a smirk, his dimples deepening as he let out a soft chuckle—low, smooth, and far too enticing. Instead of answering immediately, he leaned in closer, close enough that Doyoung could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting against his skin. His mouth brushed against the shell of Doyoung’s ear before his teeth gently grazed the tip, just a light bite that sent a shiver coursing through Doyoung’s body.
“Then why don’t you kiss me?” Jaehyun murmured, his voice a challenge wrapped in velvet.
Doyoung’s breath stilled in his throat. The teasing bite at his ear left his knees weak, and he almost forgot they were surrounded by a sea of people, music, and flashing neon lights. Jaehyun’s words were still warm against his skin, the challenge lingering like smoke in the air.
His lips parted, but instead of responding, Doyoung let instinct take over. He tilted his chin just slightly, closing the already small gap until their mouths brushed. Soft at first, testing, then firmer when Jaehyun responded immediately, hungrily. The kiss was electrifying, a jolt that made the rest of the world vanish.
Jaehyun’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush, heat pressed against heat. The kiss deepened, lips moving in sync, tongues teasing and daring. Doyoung felt dizzy, intoxicated not by alcohol but by the taste of Jaehyun, by the way he kissed like he had been waiting all night for this moment.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and grinning against each other’s lips, Jaehyun kept him close, forehead resting against Doyoung’s.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” Jaehyun murmured, his voice low, roughened with want.
Doyoung’s laugh came out shy and breathy, though his hands betrayed him as they slid up Jaehyun’s chest, fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt as if testing how far he could push. “You imagined it?” he teased, though the flush creeping up his neck gave him away.
“From the moment I saw you,” Jaehyun admitted shamelessly, his dimple flashing as he smirked.
Another song began, faster, heavier, but their movements slowed, grinding more than dancing. Jaehyun’s grip was possessive at Doyoung’s waist, thumbs pressing into the dip of his hips as though memorizing the shape. Doyoung matched him, his body moving in time with Jaehyun’s, hips brushing, igniting sparks every time they pressed too close.
“You keep looking at me like that,” Jaehyun whispered near his ear, “and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
Doyoung shivered, a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”
That made Jaehyun chuckle, low and dark, before he pressed another kiss against the corner of Doyoung’s mouth, trailing down to his jaw, dangerously close to the pulse beating at his throat. Doyoung tilted his head back slightly, giving him access he probably shouldn’t be giving a stranger, but every nerve in his body screamed yes, more, don’t stop.
Their touches became bolder—Doyoung’s fingers tangled in Jaehyun’s hair, tugging lightly as Jaehyun’s hand skimmed down his back, settling lower, dangerously close to his ass. The press of their bodies left no space between them now, heat pooling low in Doyoung’s stomach with every subtle grind to the rhythm.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jaehyun finally murmured, lips brushing Doyoung’s ear again, voice filled with the kind of promise that made Doyoung’s chest tighten and his body ache all at once.
For once, Doyoung didn’t second-guess. He only nodded, lips curving into a grin he couldn’t hold back. “Lead the way.”
Jaehyun’s hand never left Doyoung’s waist as he guided him through the crowd, weaving between dancing bodies until they were outside, the humid night air a sharp contrast to the cool, alcohol-scented bar. The city lights shimmered around them, neon bouncing off the pavement, but all Doyoung could focus on was Jaehyun’s palm, steady and firm against the small of his back.
“Your place or mine?” Jaehyun asked smoothly, leaning closer, the corner of his lips curved into that devastatingly confident smirk.
Doyoung’s breath hitched at the bluntness, though he tried to play it cool. “Do you always say that to strangers you just met?”
“No, only you.”
Heat crawled up Doyoung’s neck, but he forced himself to keep eye contact. “Then… yours. I don’t want my friends nagging me tomorrow if they find out I brought you home.”
Jaehyun chuckled at that, low and warm, before lifting a hand to flag down a cab. The ride was a blur of stolen glances, knees brushing together, Jaehyun’s fingers idly tracing circles against Doyoung’s inner thigh as if he couldn’t stop touching him. Each little graze sent sparks straight to Doyoung’s stomach, anticipation curling hot and tight inside him. He could even feel himself starting to leak.
By the time they stumbled into Jaehyun’s apartment, Doyoung’s pulse was already racing too fast for him to pay much attention to his surroundings. The place was leek, dimly lit space and smelled of Jaehyun.
The door had only just clicked shut behind them when Jaehyun pressed him back against the wall, the impact softened by the way his broad body closed in on him.
Their mouths crashed together again, hungrier now, all teeth and tongue, each kiss spilling over with the kind of desperation that came from holding back for far too long. Jaehyun’s hands roamed shamelessly, sliding beneath Doyoung’s shirt, skimming over smooth skin and making him arch into the touch.
“God,” Jaehyun rasped against his lips, voice low and rough as though pulled from the very pit of his chest. His teeth caught Doyoung’s swollen bottom lip in a playful nip. “You’re even softer than I imagined.”
A breathless laugh tumbled out of Doyoung, muffled by the kiss, his hands already clutching at Jaehyun’s shoulders as if anchoring himself. “So you’ve been thinking about me this whole night?” he teased, though the tremor in his voice betrayed how easily Jaehyun’s touch was undoing him.
“Yes,” Jaehyun growled, the sound vibrating hot against Doyoung’s mouth. His hand slid boldly lower, cupping the curve of Doyoung’s ass in a firm squeeze that drew a sharp gasp from him.
“Jaehyun—” The name fell from his lips somewhere between protest and plea, but the rest of his words broke apart when Jaehyun’s mouth began its descent. His lips traced a burning path along Doyoung’s jaw, down the slope of his neck. Teeth grazed delicate skin, and when Jaehyun sucked directly over his scent gland, Doyoung’s fingers shot up into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. Heat shot through him so intensely he thought his knees might give.
They barely made it to the bedroom. Clothes littered the path behind them, shirts tugged impatiently over heads, shoes kicked off without care, belts clattering against the hardwood floor. Every step was punctuated by a kiss, a brush of lips to bare skin, a low laugh breaking between their gasps. Doyoung’s skin prickled with the sharp contrast of cool air and Jaehyun’s searing mouth, every deliberate press of those strong hands sending another wave of heat straight to his core.
By the time his back hit the mattress, Doyoung was already dizzy from the sheer intensity of it. Jaehyun everywhere, all at once, and still not nearly enough.
“You’re gorgeous,” Jaehyun whispered, his voice low, almost reverent, as though the words had slipped past his defenses before he could stop them.
Doyoung’s breath hitched. For a fleeting second, the weight of that word sank deep into his chest, anchoring itself there. Gorgeous. He bit down on his lower lip, trying not to tremble under the way Jaehyun’s gaze devoured him. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him like that. Like he was wanted. Needed. His fingers curled in the sheets before he reached up, hooking them behind Jaehyun’s neck to drag him down.
“Then stop staring,” Doyoung murmured, a teasing edge softening the vulnerability that lingered in his voice, “and kiss me again.”
Jaehyun didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, lips crashing back onto Doyoung’s with hungry precision, his body settling flush against the omega’s. Their hips ground together instinctively, friction sparking heat between them that made both of them groan into each other’s mouths. Every kiss was a crescendo, every touch a spark catching fire, pulling them closer to the inevitable with no thought of hesitation.
Between kisses, Jaehyun’s voice broke through, softer but suddenly serious. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, his breath brushing over Doyoung’s lips.
Doyoung’s eyes flicked open. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen from being kissed too hard, too often, and his pupils were blown wide with want. There was no space for doubt in him. Not when his body was trembling with the rush of need, not when his chest was already rising and falling too fast. His voice cracked, but the conviction in it was undeniable.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
And Jaehyun didn’t.
Jaehyun’s hands moved with unhurried purpose, tracing the outline of Doyoung’s body as though he wanted to memorize every curve and dip by touch alone. His palms slid over the omega’s sides, up his stomach, until they reached his chest. His fingers circled slowly, teasing, before rolling over Doyoung’s nipples with just enough pressure to make the omega’s body jolt.
The reaction was immediate and uncontrollable. Doyoung’s back arched off the mattress, his head tipping back as a sharp gasp tore free from his lips, dissolving into a broken moan.
“J-Jae…” he panted, voice cracking as waves of pleasure rippled through him. His hands gripped Jaehyun’s shoulders tightly, nails digging into firm muscle as though that could ground him.
But Jaehyun was far too absorbed to answer. His lips trailed hot and hungry kisses along Doyoung’s throat, teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to leave reddened marks blooming against pale skin. He sucked and nipped along the column of his neck, down to his collarbones, painting him with bruises that promised to linger well into the next day.
Doyoung should’ve cared. Should’ve worried about hiding the evidence tomorrow. But he didn’t. If anything, the thought made his chest twist with a forbidden sort of thrill. He wanted those marks. He wanted to see them the next morning in the mirror, wanted the sting of Jaehyun’s claim burned into his skin.
Proof that for one night, at least, this was real. Proof that someone wanted him.
By the time Jaehyun’s mouth descended lower, Doyoung was already trembling with anticipation. His lips brushed across the curve of Doyoung’s chest before finally finding one of his nipples. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub, slow and deliberate, then bit down gently until it hardened under his touch.
“A-ahh…” Doyoung’s voice cracked, high and breathless. His hands gripped the sheets at his sides, knuckles blanching, as his back arched helplessly.
Jaehyun smirked against his skin, the sight of Doyoung undone fueling something possessive deep in his chest. He bent again, closing his mouth over the sensitive peak, tongue swirling before he gave it a gentle nip. The shiver that wracked Doyoung’s body nearly made him groan.
“God, you’re so sensitive,” Jaehyun murmured against his chest, his voice roughened by arousal. He latched on as though he could draw some milk out of him, lips tugging, tongue swirling, while his free hand reached across to tease Doyoung’s neglected nipple. His fingers pinched and rolled it between his fingertips, creating a maddening contrast to the steady pull of his mouth on the other side.
It was torture, exquisite and slow. The heat pooled low in Doyoung’s stomach, spreading until it curled his toes and made his thighs quiver. He writhed against the mattress, every nerve lit aflame by the double assault.
“J-Jaehyun… please…” Doyoung’s broken plea slipped past swollen lips, his head tipping back against the pillows. His voice cracked with desperation, a whimper that made Jaehyun’s cock throb painfully against the confines of his pants.
Jaehyun didn’t let up. He alternated between licking, biting, and sucking, drinking in every sound, every arch, every shudder that fell from Doyoung’s body. He refused to rush. He wanted to see Doyoung unravel first.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun pulled back with one last wet suck, his lips parting with a faint pop. His mouth was slick, a thin strand of saliva still clinging between him and Doyoung’s reddened chest. Both nipples stood swollen and sensitive now, marked by his teeth and tongue. The sight made Jaehyun’s eyes darken, hunger written across his face.
Jaehyun’s hand trailed lower, moving toward Doyoung’s pants. He tugged at the waistband, his fingers curling around the button as he leaned down for another kiss.
But just as he was about to undo them, Doyoung’s trembling hand shot out, pressing against his wrist.
“W-wait…”
Doyoung’s voice came out shaky and breathless. He sat up slightly, his hair messy and his lips swollen from their kisses, his chest heaving with every shallow breath. His pupils were blown wide and hazy.
Jaehyun immediately stilled. He pulled back slightly, enough space opening between them for him to study the omega’s face. Concern pinched his brows together, the soft glow of the lamp catching in his eyes as he searched Doyoung’s expression for regret. His hand, warm and steady, lingered where it cradled Doyoung’s own, thumb stroking over knuckles with quiet reassurance.
“Do you… want us to stop?” Jaehyun asked, his voice low, hesitant, careful in a way that tugged at something deep inside Doyoung. He looked ready to pull away at the smallest nod, the faintest word.
Doyoung shook his head, biting his lower lip before reaching forward. This time, it was his hands that went to Jaehyun’s waistband, fumbling with the button as his voice came out small, breathless, but unwavering.
“No,” he said, his lips curving into the faintest smirk despite the blush burning on his cheeks. His fingers tugged insistently at Jaehyun’s pants. “I… I wanna suck you first.”
The way Jaehyun’s breath hitched at those words was enough to tell Doyoung he’d made the right choice.
Doyoung’s hands moved before his nerves could catch up. Slender fingers slid down to Jaehyun’s waistband, hesitant at first, then firmer as he worked at the button. The metallic snap echoed softly in the heavy quiet, followed by the slow rasp of the zipper lowering.
Fabric parted under his touch. His knuckles brushed against the heat straining beneath the last thin barrier of cloth, and Doyoung inhaled sharply, the contact alone enough to jolt through his body like fire. Even through the material, he could feel it—thick, hard, the outline of something so solid it made his pulse skip. The realization hit him all at once: what he was about to do, what he was about to take into his mouth.
He shivered, lips falling open around a shaky breath he couldn’t hold back.
With a swallow, Doyoung hooked his fingers into the waistband, pants and underwear both, and began tugging them downward. The movement was slow, almost reverent, as though he was unveiling something forbidden.
When the fabric slipped past Jaehyun’s hips, Doyoung froze, his breath catching audibly. His eyes widened, pupils dilating further as they landed on what had been hidden. The sight alone left him speechless, his mouth suddenly dry and wet all at once, as though his body couldn’t decide whether to choke on his nerves or salivate with want.
God. He had been right.
Jaehyun was big—impossibly so. The thick, heavy length curved upward proudly, veins standing out along the shaft, the flushed tip already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Doyoung’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, but it did nothing to hide the way his tongue darted across his lips instinctively.
He had seen men before, touched them, and had his share of fleeting experiences. But this? This was something else entirely. Nothing had ever made his body clench with such raw, urgent want. His fingers curled against his thighs, trembling with the need to reach out and confirm that what he was staring at wasn’t a fever dream.
Jaehyun smirked above him, his voice low, rough with satisfaction at Doyoung’s awestruck stare. “Like what you see?”
Doyoung’s breath hitched. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His voice abandoned him completely, leaving only heat in his cheeks and a frantic hammering in his chest. All he could do was nod, eyes locked shamelessly on the alpha’s cock, his face aflame with helpless desire.
Almost in a trance, his hands lifted and wrapped around it. Or at least, they tried to. His fingers couldn’t even meet when he enclosed one hand around the girth, and the realization made his breath stutter. Out of instinct, he brought his other hand up as well, both palms sliding over the hot, rigid length.
The size was overwhelming in his grip, heavy and pulsing, demanding his full attention. Doyoung’s chest rose and fell quickly, the heat in the room intensifying as he licked his lips once more, anticipation building inside him until it nearly drove him dizzy.
Jaehyun’s breath stuttered above him, his chest expanding with a sharp inhale. His hands flexed at his sides, knuckles whitening as he resisted the primal urge to guide Doyoung closer. Watching those slender fingers struggle to cover him was intoxicating enough to drive him half-mad.
Doyoung, lost somewhere between awe and hunger, could only think one thought: he wanted to know how Jaehyun tasted.
He leaned forward, lips hovering just a breath away. The heat radiating from Jaehyun’s cock made his mouth water, his pulse thrumming wildly. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pressed the softest kiss to the swollen crown before teasing it with a kittenish flick of his tongue.
The effect was immediate. Jaehyun’s chest seized with a sharp rise, a low, guttural sound rumbling up from his throat. The rawness of it made Doyoung’s lips curl faintly, a spark of pride igniting at how quickly he could unravel him.
He lingered at the head, savoring the taste that spread across his tongue. Salty, musky, addictive—exactly as he had imagined, yet somehow better. Rather than rushing, he wrapped his lips around just the swollen crown, sucking gently while his hand slid lower, fingers curling around Jaehyun’s heavy balls. He rolled them carefully in his palm, applying just enough pressure to make Jaehyun grunt. The sound tore straight through him, thrilling in its rawness.
“Fuck…” Jaehyun’s voice was ragged, his knuckles whitening as his fingers clenched into the sheets. His hips twitched forward before he forced himself back down, not daring to break Doyoung’s pace.
Doyoung pulled back briefly, licking a slow path along the underside before swallowing him down again, deeper this time. His throat strained, eyes prickling with moisture as his jaw stretched wider than it ever had before. A small gag escaped him, and Jaehyun’s hand twitched toward his shoulder in alarm.
“Doyoung—don’t force yourself—” Jaehyun hissed, concern bleeding through the pleasure.
But Doyoung only shook his head, grip tightening stubbornly around the base. His body protested, his throat burned, but he pushed through. When he finally came up for breath, saliva coated his lips, shining under the dim light. He inhaled sharply, then dove back down, determination etched in every line of his face.
This time, his body adjusted more smoothly. Inch by inch, he swallowed around Jaehyun’s cock, establishing a rhythm. Down, then back up with a swirl of his tongue, wet lips sealing around the crown with each pull. Every slick pop, every obscene sound filled the air, punctuated by Jaehyun’s guttural groans.
The alpha’s restraint began to crack. His head tipped back against the headboard, sweat dampening his hairline, lips parted around curses he barely managed to choke out. His thighs trembled, the muscles straining as shallow thrusts betrayed his control.
“Doyoung—fuck—wait,” Jaehyun gasped, his hand finding its way into the omega’s hair at last, fingers curling tight. His voice cracked as he tried to warn him, tried to stop what was inevitable. “I’m—gonna—”
Doyoung’s eyes flicked up, lips stretched wide around him. He pulled back just far enough to speak, his voice hoarse, defiant.
“Then cum.”
Before Jaehyun could protest, Doyoung swallowed him back down, his hands stroking in rhythm with every bob of his head. That was Jaehyun’s breaking point. A ragged, guttural groan tore through the room as his hips jerked, his body seizing with release.
Hot streams spilled deep into Doyoung’s mouth, and the omega didn’t flinch. He took it all, swallowing greedily until Jaehyun sagged above him, every muscle taut and shaking.
When Doyoung finally pulled back, his lips were slick, cheeks flushed. He opened his mouth slightly, tongue peeking out to show he had swallowed everything. The smug gleam in his eyes nearly undid Jaehyun all over again.
“Fuck—” Jaehyun hissed under his breath, grabbing Doyoung by the waist and dragging him upward in a heated rush. Their mouths collided with a force that knocked the breath out of both of them, the kiss instantly turning wild, messy, and desperate. Jaehyun’s tongue shoved past Doyoung’s parted lips with no hesitation, tangling with his in a feverish clash. He didn’t care about the faint taste of himself that lingered there. If anything, the reminder only spurred him on, made him harder.
Their mouths moved feverishly, tongues clashing in a battle for dominance neither wanted to concede. Jaehyun nipped at Doyoung’s lower lip, sucked it between his teeth until the omega gasped. In that moment, Jaehyun’s hands were already working lower, fumbling with the waistband of Doyoung’s pants.
The kiss never faltered, not even as Jaehyun shoved the fabric down with rough hands, underwear sliding along with it in one swift motion. Cool air licked at Doyoung’s newly bared skin, drawing a shiver up his spine, but the sensation was immediately eclipsed by the scorching press of Jaehyun’s palms against him.
The alpha’s palms gripped Doyoung’s ass firmly, spreading him apart. His thumbs pressed into soft flesh, holding him open before one teasing fingertip began circling his rim. The touch was deceptively gentle, a mere trace of pressure, but it sent a violent shiver through Doyoung’s entire body. His lips broke away from Jaehyun’s for the first time, parting on a sharp, startled inhale. His face flushed hot, eyes dazed, betraying how sensitive he was to every brush of Jaehyun’s touch.
A smirk tugged at Jaehyun’s lips, rough amusement curling in his voice. “Didn’t even realize you’re already naked, did you?” he murmured, pressing a little more insistently against that slick heat. His finger dipped, not quite pushing in, just enough to make Doyoung’s thighs quake where they straddled his hips.
Doyoung sat astride him, thighs trembling as they framed Jaehyun’s hips, his whole body grinding unconsciously forward as if begging for more.
“J-Jaehyun—” Doyoung whimpered, his body betraying him as his hips rolled forward, grinding down unconsciously, as if begging for more friction, more anything.
Their mouths found each other again, wet and frantic, kisses tasting of desperation. In that heated haze, Jaehyun finally pushed a finger into him.
Doyoung broke into a muffled sound, half-gasp, half-whimper, his walls clenching tightly around the intrusion before slowly easing, adjusting. Slick coated Jaehyun’s digit, making the glide easier than expected, his body already so ready for him it nearly drove Jaehyun insane. The slow rhythm of that finger thrusting in and out left Doyoung trembling, small sounds spilling helplessly from his throat.
When Jaehyun slid in a second finger, Doyoung’s entire frame jolted, head falling back as a louder moan tore from his lips. The sharper stretch was enough to make his thighs tremble where they bracketed Jaehyun’s hips. Instead of pulling away, he rocked down against the alpha’s hand, greedily chasing more, shamelessly trying to take everything Jaehyun offered.
“God—Jaehyun,” he panted between kisses, his voice breaking with want. His cock rubbed against Jaehyun’s firm abdomen with every roll of his hips, the friction only intensifying the maddening pleasure building inside him. Precum smeared across Jaehyun’s skin, slick and hot, and Doyoung’s whines only grew louder.
Jaehyun’s free hand roamed up Doyoung’s back, gripping the omega close as his fingers worked him open. “So fucking eager,” he growled, biting down on Doyoung’s lip hard enough to make him whine into his mouth.
Every thrust of Jaehyun’s fingers curled perfectly, grazing that sweet spot deep inside until Doyoung was shaking, thighs quivering as if they couldn’t support him. He ground down shamelessly, moans tumbling out uncontrollably as the pace pushed him closer and closer to unraveling.
“More—please, Jaehyun, I need more,” Doyoung begged against his lips, desperation coating every syllable as his body clamped down on Jaehyun’s fingers, urging him closer to the inevitable.
Jaehyun’s fingers scissored inside him, stretching him open with deliberate, careful thrusts, but there was nothing patient in the way Doyoung moved. His hips were restless, chasing friction, chasing more.
“Please,” he begged again, voice breaking into a needy whimper. His nails dug into Jaehyun’s shoulders, clinging like he’d drown without him. “Jaehyun—I need it, I need you inside me.”
The alpha’s eyes darkened, hunger flashing sharp and possessive as he withdrew his fingers, leaving Doyoung gasping at the sudden emptiness. He dragged his hand down, wrapping it firmly around the base of his cock, lining himself up against that slick, stretched entrance. The blunt head pressed insistently against Doyoung’s rim, the heat of it making his whole body tremble.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Jaehyun rasped, his voice breaking with the strain of holding himself back. The blunt head of his cock pressed insistently against Doyoung’s entrance, nudging just past the rim before slipping back, teasing but never fully breaching. The omega’s gasp rang out sharp in the humid air, his body instinctively clenching around nothing, slick spilling freely and coating Jaehyun’s length.
“Don’t—” Doyoung’s words tumbled out in desperate pants, lashes fluttering as he tried to rock down against him, searching for more. His hips rolled clumsily, needily, every nerve lit with impatience. “Don’t tease me. I can take it, Jaehyun, please—” His voice cracked into a breathy whimper, half-beg, half-demand. “Just—don’t make me wait.”
The plea shattered whatever fragile restraint Jaehyun had left. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as he clamped his hands around Doyoung’s narrow waist, anchoring him still. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward.
The stretch was immediate and sharp, every inch a blaze of overwhelming sensation. Doyoung’s breath broke into a cry, fingers clawing at Jaehyun’s back as he arched forward. It was too much—burning, dizzying, bliss so tangled with ache that it stole the air from his lungs. Inch by inch, Jaehyun buried himself deeper, steady and relentless, until he was fully sheathed inside, seated flush.
“Fuck—” Jaehyun’s breath hitched, his jaw clenching as he fought for control. “You’re so fucking tight… so fucking good.”
Doyoung’s head lolled forward against his shoulder, his body trembling violently, lips parting on soft, helpless noises. “S-so full,” he whimpered, voice cracking as his nails dragged over warm skin. “Jaehyun… you’re too big—”
Jaehyun kissed the corner of his mouth in answer, his lips brushing against swollen ones before biting down gently, grounding him with the sting. He shifted, testing, pulling back only to thrust shallowly back in. The friction tore a needy moan from Doyoung’s chest, his body clenching tight in response.
The alpha smirked against his lips, voice gravelly. “That’s it. Ride me, Doyoung. Show me how much you want it.”
Doyoung whimpered but obeyed, lifting himself shakily before sliding back down, the movement drawing a choked gasp from both of them. His body adjusted quickly, slick easing every thrust, and soon his pace grew faster, more desperate, grinding down hard to take Jaehyun even deeper.
Jaehyun met every movement with upward thrusts, their rhythm turning frantic, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing between broken moans and gasps. His hands gripped Doyoung’s waist tightly, guiding his movements, helping him find that perfect angle that had the omega crying out in bliss, head thrown back.
“Right there—ah, fuck, right there—” His voice pitched high, strangled and broken, his cock smearing slick precum against Jaehyun’s abs with every grind.
Jaehyun’s mouth found his throat, sucking bruises into the pale expanse of skin, leaving hot, possessive marks that bloomed under his teeth. “So good like this,” he growled into the rapid beat of his pulse. “All mine.”
Doyoung couldn’t answer, his mind unraveling as he chased pleasure with every frantic bounce of his hips. His body spasmed, thighs trembling with effort, but Jaehyun’s grip held him steady, forcing him down hard onto his cock again and again.
“Fuck—squeezing me so tight—” Jaehyun’s voice cracked, his thrusts sharper now, faster, chasing the edge. “You’re gonna drive me insane—”
“I—ahh—Jaehyun—” Doyoung’s breath broke into sobs of pleasure, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “I’m—close, I’m so close—don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
Jaehyun shifted suddenly, thrusting up at a new angle, and Doyoung screamed, his whole body arching as white-hot ecstasy tore through him. His release hit in violent waves, his cock spilling across Jaehyun’s chest and stomach, his muscles clenching down mercilessly around him.
“Fuck, Doyoung—look at you, so gorgeous falling apart for me—” Jaehyun groaned, his eyes dark with hunger as he thrust through his orgasm, prolonging every twitch and cry.
It was too much. The sight of him shaking, the feel of his body milking him tight. Jaehyun’s own control was shattered. With a guttural sound torn from his chest, his thrusts turned messy, desperate, until he buried himself deep one last time. His climax hit with brutal force, hot release flooding into Doyoung, filling him until it spilled back out, wet and obscene between them.
“Doyoung—fuck—” His voice cracked, raw, as he held him flush, grinding into him shallowly through the aftershocks.
Doyoung collapsed against him, boneless, trembling. His cheek pressed to Jaehyun’s sweat-slick chest, arms wrapping weakly around his shoulders as he clung to him, panting, wrecked. Every pulse of heat inside him made him whimper softly, but he didn’t pull away. He only held tighter, as if Jaehyun’s body was the only anchor left.
For a long moment, only their uneven breaths filled the silence, the rhythm of their hearts pounding in sync. Jaehyun pressed a kiss to his damp temple, still buried deep, holding him tight.
Doyoung hadn’t even recovered from the high still wracking his body when Jaehyun shifted their positions with a sudden, powerful roll. The sheets bunched beneath them as Doyoung was pinned flat against the mattress, his arms spread, breath coming out in shallow, uneven gasps. Jaehyun’s cock slipped free with a slick, obscene sound, and their release smeared hot and sticky against Doyoung’s inner thighs. For a brief second, Doyoung thought—hoped—that maybe the alpha would give him a moment’s reprieve. But no.
Jaehyun’s hunger burned hotter, fiercer, as though one climax had done nothing to sate him. His chest heaved like a man who had been starved for years, pupils blown wide and gleaming with a raw, primal need.
“I’m still hungry for you,” Jaehyun growled, his voice gravelly and unrestrained. His teeth scraped along the pale column of Doyoung’s throat, the sharp sting sending shivers through his overstimulated body. “You’re not done yet, are you?”
Doyoung’s wide eyes betrayed him, trembling lashes fluttering as his body struggled to keep up. His muscles still quivered from the force of his climax, yet the edge in Jaehyun’s tone sparked something sharp and hot in his chest. He barely had time to process before Jaehyun’s hand slid between his cheeks, smearing their mess carelessly against his entrance before two fingers pushed back inside without warning.
“Ah—fuck, Jaehyun!” Doyoung’s voice cracked, high-pitched and broken. His fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them as if that would ground him. His body was far too sensitive, every nerve raw and exposed, slick dripping freely from him. But instead of retreating, his hips jerked forward, shamelessly rocking back against the intrusion, chasing after it even as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. “Y-you’re insane—”
Jaehyun only pressed harder. He forced their foreheads together, trapping Doyoung’s gaze with dark, possessive eyes, while his free hand gripped both of Doyoung’s wrists, pinning them firmly above his head. His fingers pumped mercilessly, stretching him open again, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet of the room.
“Fuck” Jaehyun hissed, his voice thick with lust. “You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
Doyoung bit down on his lip so hard it nearly bled, but the pressure did nothing to keep the desperate moan from escaping him. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his body arching beneath Jaehyun’s hold. “Y-Yes,” he sobbed out, his voice trembling. “I want it—fuck me again, please, Jaehyun—don’t stop—”
That plea broke Jaehyun’s restraint entirely. With one swift movement, he withdrew his fingers, lined himself up, and slammed back inside with a brutal thrust that knocked the air from Doyoung’s lungs. His mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling back at the sheer force of it.
“Fuck, you really take me so well,” Jaehyun groaned, hips snapping forward again and again, each thrust harder, faster, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. His voice dropped to a ragged growl against Doyoung’s ear. “This hole was made for me.”
Doyoung’s sobs filled the space, muffled against the mattress. His cock, pressed and dragged against the sheets, leaked helplessly, every rough stroke of Jaehyun’s length against his sweet spot sending bursts of electricity through his overstimulated body.
“Ahh—Jaehyun—fuck—I’m gonna—ahhh—” His cries dissolved into moans, his body straining as he fought against the overwhelming tide.
“Already?” Jaehyun sneered darkly, reaching up to yank Doyoung’s head back by his hair, forcing his flushed face into view. “You’re that needy?” His eyes gleamed as he leaned in close, his lips brushing the corner of Doyoung’s mouth. “Cum for me again, then. Make a mess for me, Doyoung.”
The words sliced through whatever thread of control Doyoung had left. His body seized violently, orgasm ripping through him for the second time, tearing a scream of Jaehyun’s name from his throat. White spilled across the sheets beneath him in thick streaks, his body trembling uncontrollably, utterly undone.
Jaehyun didn’t slow down. Instead, he got rougher. He fucked him through it, pounding harder, chasing his own release. His teeth sank into Doyoung’s shoulder, a growl vibrating against his skin as he emptied into him once more, filling him to the brim until it overflowed.
Their bodies finally collapsed together, trembling, slick with sweat. The room reeked of sex, heavy and intoxicating. Doyoung’s chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the crushing weight of exhaustion, while Jaehyun buried his face against the crook of his neck.
And Jaehyun kissed him softly—slow, gentle, almost tender, as though he was Doyoung’s lover. The harshness of moments before seemed to melt into nothing, leaving only the warmth of his lips moving delicately against Doyoung’s.
Jaehyun held Doyoung against his chest, his hand lazily brushing along the omega’s damp back. His lips lingered at Doyoung’s temple, pressing soft, fleeting kisses as if to soothe away the roughness of what had just passed. Doyoung’s breathing was shallow, his lashes heavy against flushed cheeks.
For a fleeting moment, Jaehyun thought he felt him relax into the embrace. Thought he caught the tiniest trace of surrender in the way Doyoung’s fingers ghosted over his collarbone. But as sleep weighed down Jaehyun’s own eyelids, he didn’t notice the quiet shift of Doyoung’s body, the way he slowly, carefully untangled himself from the alpha’s arms.
The air turned cold where Doyoung had been. The sheets rustled faintly, but Jaehyun was too far gone, lost to exhaustion. He didn’t stir when Doyoung slipped off the bed, didn’t see him gather his discarded clothes with trembling hands.
By the time the first light of dawn spilled pale across the curtains, the room was empty. Only the tangle of sheets, the faint echo of their scent, and the lingering ghost of a kiss remained.
When he stirred hours later, his hand moved instinctively, reaching across the mattress for the body that had lain pressed against him through the night. Instead of soft skin, his palm brushed only the cool stretch of linen. His brows furrowed as his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the muted light. Confusion crept across his face as he scanned the room, searching for movement, for proof that he had not simply dreamed it all.
“...Doyoung?” His voice cracked, low and husky with sleep. But the silence swallowed the name.
No clothes, no trace of movement, no note. Nothing.
It was as if Doyoung had never been there at all.