Fate is the Hunter
Title: Fate Is The Hunter
Author: Wishunew
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jongtae, Minkey, Onkey
Summery: Its days like this that make Kibum hate being the dominant Alpha in the group. But then again, they've never really HAD days like this
Beta'd by Celiimess
As Fate Would Have It/ A Twist Of Fate/ The Seeds of Fate/ The Misconceptions of Fate
The silence that echoed around the dorm after Jonghyun slammed his door was near deafening. Jinki, still naked save for the towel around his waist, blinked at where Jonghyun had been, eyes darting to Taemin’s face then to the floor, then back to the alpha. Taemin, on the other hand, gaped openly, blinking so rapidly Jinki wondered if he was unconsciously trying to transmit an SOS.
“Taemin?” Jinki said cautiously, taking a hesitant step forward, but not touching the alpha, should the younger man lash out. Jinki wouldn't be a match for him in his current state. The dancer turned to him, eyes a little wet as he opened his mouth, gaping like a fish for a moment before he pointed after the lead singer.
“Pregnant. J-Jonghyun’s pregnant? I’m going to be a... a father?” Taemin seemed elated, smiling brightly despite the clear confusion etched into his features, but then just as suddenly his face fell and he looked back in the direction the moody singer had stalked off in. “He’s going to... but that’s...” Taemin’s eyes widened and he took off running down the hall, not even bothering to finish his sentence, not that Jinki thought he was even talking to anyone but himself.
The leader sighed and tightened the towel around his waist as he walked out of the bathroom, biting his lip as he shut the door on his dirty clothes. He’d thought about changing back into them, but they stank of pheromones, his, Key’s, and Minho’s, but he didn't want to attract the other alphas’ attention, not with everything that was happening lately. He prayed they were still in the living room, and he could sneak to his bed and hide for the rest of the day, but the moment he shut the door, he was pressed up against it.
“Hyung,” Minho’s deep voice rolled through him like thunder and Jinki couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips. He was suddenly so hard, so hot on the inside, could feel himself getting wet as the young rapper pressed close to him, his scent permeating the air around the band leader as the taller boy crowded him into the door. “Smell so good, Hyung. So ready.”
“P-Please” Jinki tried to say, his whole body shivering as Minho fitted his teeth against the leader’s neck, not biting down, but making sure the beta could feel them, “W-We can't... Jonghyun.”
Minho chuckled darkly against his flesh, laving his tongue over the back of Onew’s neck, “Jonghyun isn't going to get anymore pregnant between now and tomorrow, hyung.” he purred, then pressed closer, fitting his hips against the beta’s. Jinki mewled again, soft and needy because, god, he could feel the rapper’s cock though his towel and whatever pants the other man was wearing, feel the heat, how hard it was. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, spreading him open, knotting him.
“You, on the other hand,” Minho growled, as he yanked off the towel Jinki barely even cared about anymore, tilting his ass up eagerly into the big alphas hands, spreading his legs as he bent forward, presenting for the other man as Minho grabbed at his asscheeks, spreading them open and rubbing his bare cock over the betas dripping hole, “Can still get very, very pregnant.”
Jinki didn't have time to think about how Minho got so naked so fast, and despite the fact that he was way more clear-headed on his second day of heat, he did not feel anymore in control of himself than he did yesterday as he pressed back into the alpha, a desperate mewl falling from his lips as the tip of Minhos cock caught on his rim, grinding back against the man and moaning.
Suddenly a possessive and enraged growl echoed around them, and the beta’s knees gave out, whimpering as Key walked closer. His body trembled, getting so wet his slick ran down the inside of his thighs as the testosterone in the air spiked, two dominant Alphas ready to fight over... over him. He gasped as intense heat flooded through his body, stomach tightening, cock aching and hard and dripping. Oh god.
"Back off, Minho" Kibum’s voice was low and menacing, an air of authority filling every syllable. Onew could feel his presence like a furnace as he drew closer, "This isn't what he wants, you know that. Help me get him to his room, let him wait the rest of this out." he spoke slowly and deliberately, as he placed himself closer to the fallen beta.
"This isn't what he wants?" Minho's voice was heavy with confusion, his nostrils flaring widely as he tried to take in as much of Jinki’s scent as he could. "God, he's so wet, Kibum." he made to move closer, but Key growled sharply, making the younger freeze. Kibum was the oldest, the dominant alpha, so Minho stayed where he was this time, whining as his cock, still exposed though the fly of his pants, twitched at the scent of wet beta filling the air, "He needs me."
Key’s growl took on a darker tone, as Jinki finally managed to turn to face his suitors. Minho had moved closer again, lips parting to drag a lazy thick tongue over his lips, like he could taste the beta’s heat. The older alpha moved so fast Jinki couldn't keep up with him, one moment standing right next to Onew, the next, slamming Minho into the wall across the hallway. The beta let out a soft moan, a flash of white hot heat radiated from his dripping core at the display of aggression. "What he needs," Kibum hissed, right in Minho's face, "Is for you to back the fuck off. Right now. Do you get that? He's in heat, he doesn't know any better, can’t know any better. You are an Alpha. Its your job to protect him. If you can get that through your thick, pheromone addled skull, then know that the best thing you can do for him is walk away. Now."
He stepped back, still keeping himself squarely between the alpha and Jinki, waiting as Minho swayed, blinking around the hallway before briefly meeting Key’s eyes. He held them for a moment, then turned around and casually fled to the living room. Kibum sighed, rolling his shoulders to try and relax, gear himself up for his next trial. With a deep sigh, he turned biting into his cheek as he stared down at the leader. Jinki was flushed a delicious pink from the tips of his ears all the way down to his stomach. When he felt the weight of the victorious Alpha on him, Jinki whined, letting his head fall back, exposing his throat, spreading his legs wide, submitting. It made parts of Key, that the younger man was hoping would stay out of this, stand up and pay attention.
He moved slowly, crouching before the naked man, "Oh, honey, look at you." He muttered softly, reaching behind himself to tug his shirt off. Jinki’s skin prickled as he he eagerly followed the cloth with his hands, mapping the young alphas torso by touch. He felt Key shiver under his ministrations and purred, leaning forward to lick at the alphas throat and jaw line, wrapping his legs around jean encased hips.
The shock of cloth over his hypersensitive skin almost made the beta scream, twisting to try and get away from the offending garment.
"Stop" Key warned, putting all the strength of an alpha in his command, and Jinki went limp under him, still making annoyed noises. "I'm gunna lift you up, okay? Get you to bed." He gathered the protesting beta up in his arms, damn near biting though his cheeks as he fought to ignore the way Jinki curled up against him, how the beta nuzzled into his neck, licking at his jaw and neck, to ignore the full on pheromones as Jinki wiggled in his arms. It was like swimming upstream after a downpour, but if salmon can do it, so can Kim Fucking Kibum, he decided, holding Jinki closer as he walked down the hall, towards Jinki’s bedroom. The smaller beta seemed to realize what was happening as Key kicked open his door gently, struggling against the shirt on his raw, oversensitive skin once more, making agitated noises in the back of his throat as Key continued to refuse him.
Do it fast, Key told himself as he gently laid Onew down on the bed, absentmindedly brushing some of the older man’s sweat-slick hair out of the leader’s face, gently tracing his cheek, cupping the beta’s jaw and leaning in, nostrils flaring as he took in more of that heady scent, before pulling back quickly, stumbling away from the bed, “Shit” Kibum hissed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to breathe through his mouth, ignoring the almost painful whimpers Jinki was letting out, “Like a bandaid” he muttered, turning and forcing one foot in front of the other until he was slamming the door shut behind him. The young alpha leaned back into it heavily, taking deep breaths to try and clear his head, he had more shit to deal with than Jinki drunk on heat.
“I think we need to talk” Minho’s voice was soft and careful, but it still made Key jump, hitting his head on the door as he struggled to stand up. He rubbed his face with his hands as he huffed pointedly at the younger alpha, of all the fucking shit that had to be happening right this instant, they had to talk now?
“Now?” he repeated out loud, as he tugged on his hair and looked up at the taller man, “With everything else going on right now, you want to do this now?” Minho took a step forward and Key hissed at him, moving first to press the younger alpha back into the wall, away from Jinki’s door, “I told you to leave him the fuck alone.”
“This isn’t about him.” Minho said carefully, holding his hands up and away from his body, tilting his head up to show submission, he didn't want to fight, "Well, not really about him. It’s just that I think we should..." he trailed off as he looked down, eyes focusing on a barely visible scar on the left side of the older alphas neck. Without thinking, he leaned closer, forgetting his submissive gestures in lieu of pressing his nose against Key’s throat and inhaling. Key shivered and tried to step away, but Minho held him close, his turn to growl.
"I marked you?" It was more of a question than a statement, but there was no doubt that it was Minho’s teeth that made this mark. It smelled like him "Wh-Why did I mark you? How? Why you and not..." he trailed off and looked at the door behind them, standing solemn in its duty to keep them out.
Key pushed him away with a grunt of displeasure, blushing as he rubbed a hand over the mark, “You thought it was me” he said slowly, careful to look at Minho without making eye contact, "The heat... The beta. You thought it was me."
He watched as the color drained from the taller man’s face, the look of horror slowly creeping into his handsome features, and he knew that this was it. Minho was going to hate him, beat him, vilify him. Key was an affront to the nature of alphas, taking it like a beta. His genetics made him superior, his knot made him dominant, to submit to anyone sexually is not something good strong alphas, real alphas, did. He'd heard it all before, curling into himself slightly to try and protect himself. Minho didn't even seem to notice, caught in his own swirling emotions.
"I'm so sorry" he said suddenly, pulling the older man into a tight hug, "Kibum, I'm so sorry. That never should have happened to you. I should have been in control of myself." He spoke into the smaller man’s neck. Kibum couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his body, his half naked body, that was pressed so deliciously close to Minho he could feel the other alpha’s body heat through his clothing. At least the younger man had the presence of mind to put his dick away at some point. Being in his arms felt like being in the eye of a hurricane. He was okay for now, but for how long was that going to last? So Key snarled after a while and pushed away.
“Don't get all sappy on me, Choi.” he muttered, subconsciously rubbing the bitemark, “You knotted me instead of Jinki-hyung. Apology accepted, I’m over it. Let’s just not talk about this again, okay?” he ignored the weird twist to Minho’s face and stood, not quite staring at him. He should move to get a shirt on, but Minho can get strong when hyped up on pheromones, and that door wasn't built to keep a super alpha out. So he stayed put, waiting for Minho to move away so he could as well. But minho didn’t move. He just stood, staring at Key like a big, attractive tree of awkward facial expressions, before holding his hands up and walking closer, ignoring Key’s bristle as he gently put his hands on the older alpha’s shoulders and shook him a little.
“Does this make me the dominant one now?” he asked with a boyishly cheeky smile, only to yelp when the older alpha grabbed his throat and pushed him forcefully back into the wall behind them. Key was shirtless and almost tiny compared to Minho’s height and muscles from working out, but rank was everything in a pack. Minho could be the strongest man in the world and Key would still be stronger than him.
“Do you feel dominant?” Key asked, voice dark and critical. Minho pouted at him, physically drooping under the rebuff. He’d knotted the oldest alpha in the pack, but he was not the dominant male. The fashion conscious alpha watched Minho carefully until he was sure he got the idea, before slowly moving away again. "You need to go to your room and stay there" he ordered, trying not to sound like an overbearing parent, "I have to go see to Jonghyun but I can't trust you by yourself out here. Do you understand?"
With a put-out expression, Minho nodded, straightening himself up and walking to his room with a posture that tried to say this was his decision. Key stayed where he was as he watched him go, not moving a muscle until he was sure the younger man was safely behind the door. Satisfied he ran a hand through his hair, tugging hard at the ends, there goes putting a shirt on.
That was the least of his problems, taking a deep breath to settle himself, he headed into the living room and across, to the beta’s bedroom, where Taemin stood awkwardly outside, not making a noise as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. It looked like he was waiting for an invitation in. The sight infuriated Key for some reason. What kind of alpha just stands around when their pregnant mate is upset? This is exactly why Taemin didn't deserve Jonghyun; he was young and incompetent. Key could do so much better than him as a father, he should just take Taemin out of the picture and-
Sit down. He should sit down. Collapsing onto the couch with a deep groan, Key tried to rid his body of tension, tried to relax. Taemin shot him a weird look from across the room, no doubt picking up on the spiking pheromones coming off the older man, increased adrenaline and testosterone from two showdowns with a larger alpha and contact with Jinki’s persistent heat.
"You reek." Taemin informed him curtly, shifting his position subtly, in preparation for a confrontation from a new enemy. Key scoffed at him turning and shooting him a dirty look through his fingers.
"Are you planning on standing here until the door gives up and disintegrates?" the oldest alpha snapped. Taemin growled at him but Key gave no move to challenge, leaning further back into the sofa.
"He knows I’m here." the dancer snarled defensively, baring his teeth at the elder man, "But he locked the door. What the fuck is your problem?"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Key forced himself up onto his feet, heading towards the closet by the door, "My problem is that one time in my life I decided I wanted to be famous" he said, voice bone tired. He grabbed for a metal hanger and twisted it out of shape, walking back to Taemin, and ducked his head at the warning growl, "Chill out, I'm just going to open the door." and he stuck the metal rod into the lock, wiggling it around a little before a click was heard, and the door opened. Key held his hands up in mock humility, grinning at the dark look Taemin shot him before the younger slipped inside.
“Shit, Jjong” Taemin cursed, which drew the diva into the bedroom. At first Key didn't even see where the older man had gotten to, he wasn't exactly in plain view, but then he saw the large bundle of blankets in the corner of the room. Kibum clicked his tongue as he thought, was this the beta’s natural denning instinct or was the older boy just scared? And not even just that, but so frightened that he had to hide from the world? He’d only ever seen the older boy scared twice in his life; when they were trainees, and his first heat hit and Key had to guard the door to their shared dorm room, and the night before their debut stage.
Taemin didn't seem the least bit intrigued about why the singer had tucked himself away, instead fighting through layers of cloth and stuffing to reach his mate, easily pulling the older man out and onto his lap. Key felt like he was intruding, watching as Jonghyun's slight frame shook with sobs, the way Taemin crooned softly into his beta’s ear. The diva realized with a start that he wanted that as well. Wanted his mate, his Jinki, pregnant and in his arms, needing reassurances for what was to come. He shook his head to chase the thought away as he took a seat on one of the naked beds. They were not appropriate. Ever. But definitely not right now of all times.
"Jonghyunnie," Kibum said at length, when the sobs had subsided somewhat, "You’re my friend, my brother, and I want you to know that if you want an abortion, I will support your decision, but there are some things we have to talk about first."
"It’s dangerous" Taemin cut in, cupping Jonghyun's tear-stained cheeks, not even seeing the face the older alpha made at being interrupted. He tried to get the older singer to look at him, to understand that his first priority was always Jonghyun’s welfare. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"He’s right" Key said before Jonghyun could retort, "Female abortions in this country are hardly pleasant, having to sneak about so much, having to be awake while it happens," Key shuddered, "There has hardly ever been a case of a male being pregnant in this country, let alone aborting, you think just any clinic would take you?" He shook his head, ignoring the glare Taemin was sending him. This had to be said.
"You'd have to go to America, and even then the risk of death due to complications is quadrupled for men." He sighed and let the silence speak for how serious his words were.
"Carrying this thing to term isn't any easier." Jonghyun said at last, exhaustion sapping the venom from his words as he rested his head against Taemin's shoulder, "They'd have to cut it out of me. I looked it up. Attempting natural b-birth has left all four men who'd attempted, and their child, dead. The website said that 25% of male c-sections end in death from blood loss, and then theres-"
Taemin kissed the panicking man to shut him up, rubbing circles into the dip of Jonghyun's spine, "Jonghyun. You're my mate, if you think the best option you have is to terminate, I'll fly to America with you. Why don't you relax for a bit, hmm? Let’s not make any rash decisions just now." Jonghyun growled, nipping sharply at Taemin's neck, he wasn't making any rash decisions. He'd looked this shit up, didn’t he listen? “Alright, let’s just wait until tomorrow either way, okay?"
Jonghyun nodded, licking lightly at the corner of his Alpha’s mouth, almost purring with how content he suddenly was, a relief like nothing he'd know flowing through him, knowing that the most important person in his life would support the toughest decision he'd ever make. The beta wiggled and Taemin groaned, reaching down to squeeze the pregnant singer’s ass tightly.
Key cleared his throat pointedly, looking anywhere but at the mated pair on the floor. Well, this was awkward. Sheepishly the pair on the floor separated, but the way that Taemin's hand lingered on Jonghyun's wrist, the undeniable scent of arousal that filled the air. Even if they couldn't keep the child, the fact that his omega was pregnant seemed to ignite something in Taemin that the lead singer was readily yielding too.
“I’m just gonna” Key started standing up and making a hasty retreat to the door, because it wasn’t going to be long at all until Taemin whipped himself out and bust his knot all over Jjong with or without Key in the room and he didn’t wanna see that, “Yeah” he added, completely unnecessarily, slamming the door pointedly behind him and exhaling loudly into the calm of the rest of the dorm. Three crises in one day, that was an accomplishment. And half of them he did without a shirt on, bigger bonus. Bonus enough, Key told himself, to warrant eating the entire carton of chocolate ice cream in the fridge. He deserves this. But because he’s still a hard working SOB, he grabs a cushion off the couch and sits his ass down in front of Jinki’s door. The Minho issue should have been resolved, but you can't be too careful. He finished the ice cream without much todo. No sound from inside the room, or down the hall. Suspicion had made him check to see that Minho was still in their room, and he was, dead to the world as he drove his virtual race car all over creation.
Sitting back against the door, he let himself nod off, just a little nap, Key told himself. If a six foot tall alpha tried to get passed him he would definitely wake up.
Or so he thought. The next thing he knew he was tucked into bed in a room that smelled almost overwhelmingly of warm vanilla sugar and cinnamon, with an underlying note of stale beta heat. Panic shot through him, had he given in? Forced himself on their leader in his time of need? Physical sickness washed over him, stomach rolling at the thought, he'd guarded so hard against Minho, and he was the one that gave in? His mouth tasted like acid, bile churned in his stomach, he was gunna be-
"Relax." Jinki’s voice was calm, soft, and yet a little amused, as Key flipped himself over to look at him. The older man was dressed, lying on top of his covers, hair damp and face a little flush from a fresh shower. He had his glasses on along with his light gray sweats, and a book. He was reading. What?
"What?" He repeated out loud, sitting up slowly as he looked around, he was still shirtless and he wrapped his arms around himself, it was cold in the older mans room, he must have been venting the air, "Shit, Hyung... what happened, did I... do something?" he gulped, worrying his lip as he curled into himself a little. Key would probably just quit living if he forced himself on Jinki a second time.
But the older man was smiling, as he marked his page and put his book aside. Kibum frowned at him, this was a serious situation. If Key couldn't control himself around Jinki now that they'd fucked, it could cause serious issues with the group dynamic, he could endanger not only his career but also the career of the others. And Jinki just smiled at him, like this was the funniest thing he'd seen all day. So the young alpha just huffed and scowled at him. "Stop smiling you asshole, this is serious!"
The older man nodded, face turning somber as he drew his legs closer to his body, eyes downcast. Now Key felt like an ass, yelling at the beta when he hadn't done anything. He picked at the soft brown fabric of his pajama pants, fidgeting for a second before clearing his throat, "I get that, Kibum-ah. I do. Its just, you've done so much for me today, with Minho and everything, I just-" he paused, and did Kibum's eyes deceive him, or was the leader blushing? "You were asleep against my door when my heat passed, it’s well past midnight, you should have been in bed. It was... cute." He added shyly, eyes firmly planted on his lap. He reached over and patted Key’s upper thigh in a gesture that meant nothing up until two days ago, waiting until Key looked him in the eye before continuing, "I want you to know that I appreciate all that you've done for me. Really."
The alpha just nodded, swallowing hard as he gazed at the older man, eyes traveling over his features. They had a bit more of a fine boned delicacy to them now that the older man had lost weight, and the need to protect Jinki churned heavy in Key’s gut. Subconsciously, he reached up and rubbed at the mark on the right side of his neck, Beta’s couldn't initiate bonds. Jinki followed his movements, mimicking it, before dropping his hands to his lap and definitely blushed this time, sheepishly looking down at his legs once more.
"I bit you." he said in a casual tone that sounded forced, and Key wondered if the Beta knew he could smell how anxious he was as he nodded, moving his hand out of the way as if to try and tell Jinki it’s not a big deal, "I'm sorry. About... everything. How out of control I was. I never should have bit you, I should have left the studio and gone to bed. It just... It happened so fast and I should have had a few more days." he shook slightly, biting his lip as his eyes misted with frustration. Maybe he wasn’t as completely over his heat as he smelled, Key wondered, reaching out awkwardly to try and comfort the older man. Emotions need to level out and such, right? "I never should have put you through that. This. Any of this. I should have... I should've-" he broke off with a small hiccup and Key couldn't stop the coo from leaving his lips, couldn’t help but pull the man closer, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry."
"It’s okay hyung" he whispered into the man’s neck, nuzzling into him, and yeah, maybe he was scenting him but Jinki was still wearing his shirt so it’s not like the beta found his scent offensive or anything. "You're going to make yourself sick worrying about this, so just relax, okay? I'm right here. I... Minho, Taemin and I won’t let anything bad happen to you, or Jonghyun, okay? None of this is your fault." He didn’t know if he was helping or not, rubbing his hands up and down the strong, slender back of the leader, holding him close, silently imploring him to take all the comfort he needed, "If it makes you feel better, you can think it as me just... helping you out, yeah? One friend to another?"
In his arms Jinki tensed sharply, pushing away from the alpha quickly with a dark scowl, Key barely caught a look at his face before the older man turned away, a frustrated growl out of the man’s mouth instead of any real answer. "No" the leader said sharply, tone dark and dangerous and filled with an old, lingering sound of pain, "No, I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all. I’ve done that before, I'm not doing that again. Not with you...not with anyone" his tone was bitter, jaded. "Not again" Key had know that Jinki wasn’t a virgin, virgin betas weren’t wet, but he'd never really given much thought to who Jinki's first had been, it wasn’t his place. But now he couldn’t help but wonder.
"Hyung," Key muttered, sliding across the bed to sit beside the distraught beta, "Was there someone... do you want to talk about it?" He hesitated before wrapping an arm around the older man’s shoulder, but Jinki didn’t fight as he tucked himself into Key’s side, resting his head on the young alpha’s collarbone. Key was burning with a desire to know what had happened, but he would wait as long as he had too. They were idols, staying up all night was something he had on lock.
"I started my heats early." Jinki said at length, sighing out the first few words like he was forcing himself to say it, "A couple days before my 14th birthday. It hit when I was walking home from being out with my friends, a short cut. It wasn't as bad back then, cramps, the heavy, flush feeling, weak and needy. I thought I was sick. I hadn’t noticed that I was being followed." He paused to catch his breath, rushing the words out like if he slowed down he'd never say it again. Key fought down the growl, pressing his face into the beta’s hair to keep himself sane, even as he tightened his grip on Jinki, fearing what had almost undoubtedly happened.
Sensing Key’s thoughts, Jinki quickly backtracked, patting the younger man’s knee gently, "It’s not like that. I mean, it was close, he'd cornered me against a wall, saying really mean things, just... really nasty. He had his hand up under my shirt before I knew what was happening and I just kept getting hotter. It was close, but then some kid, only a few years older than me, had just... thrown himself into the creep, chased him off. He helped me home, must have gotten my number from my mother or something because he called a few days later to see if I was okay. It was so... heroic, like right out of a movie. God, I was so in love." he chuckled, as if to ridicule his younger self, bitter hindsight of what was to come.
"I didn’t see or hear from him again until after I joined up with SM. And my god, how my awkward hero could turn into something like Lee Joon, I'll never know" Key gave a start at the revelation. He'd known that the two friends had gone way back but that was crazy. "I wasn't sure if he still remembered me, but I didn't want to be known as the beta that had almost gotten raped in an ally to him, the one he had to save. But I wasn't, not to him. Never to him." he whispered the last part, and Key figured out where this was going, inhaling deeply to keep himself calm, though his actions seemed to make Jinki all the more tense, shoulders rigid with it even in his relaxed posture.
“A couple years ago, after everyone had left here for the heat, He'd come by at a bad time. I wasn't to far into it, I could have asked him to leave, but I... I begged him, to stay, to help. I-I can't even remember what it was like, but he always said I was good, never bit me, never marked me at all, helped me out the morning after. And I... god, I was so stupid. He didn't think it was anything, just helping me out, mutually beneficial relationship." He spat out the words, "He was a bit of an idiot, thinking betas without a knot were in some kind of agonizing pain, like I hadn't gotten through it by myself for years" he growled and straightened, curled into himself a little bit, chewing nervously at his fingers "Helped me out for almost two years before I figured out that we were on different pages of the relationship.
"I just... couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed... wanted more, beyond having sex with...my body once a month. And just... I don’t know, maybe it’s the hormones, the heat... maybe my beta status really does make me overly emotional, but fuck it I get attached, okay?" Key blinked, taken aback at Jinki’s outburst, but it feels like it’s been building, the pressure and the stress building up and now he'd erupted like a volcano. Just like any other force of nature, Key was powerless to stop it, couldn’t even get out of the way, all he could do was watch and pray and hold on tight. So despite the fact that he could, and probably would, get burned, he pulled Jinki back towards him, wrapping the beta in a tight hug.
The older man hissed and dug his nails into Key’s arms, holding him so tightly Key struggled to breathe before he relaxed, going all but slack in the alpha’s arms, wet face pressed into the right side of Keys neck, "I can’t do that again, Kibum" he whispered, "I can’t go through it again. I... I can’t." his voice broke, shaky, wet.
Key crooned softly into the older man’s ear, running a soothing hand down his back, "It’s not your fault." he said gently, trying to keep his voice controlled and even, not betraying the anger he felt towards the MBLAQ member, who probably wasn’t even aware of how deeply Jinki is hurting because of him. Two years of misunderstandings was almost unforgivable, no matter how busy their schedules were, they should have at least talked about it.
"If you say that one more time I'm going to rip your throat out." Jinki grumbled with a soft sniffle, sounding more like a pouting child than a strong and independant leader. Key didn't call him out on it though, just nodded and nosed into the beta’s neck, scenting him, holding him tighter as he gently maneuvered them until they were laying down, "I'm serious, don't baby me" he hissed, as angry and intimidating as a wet kitten.
"'I’m not" the young alpha said softly, grinning brightly at the older man as he reached up and plucked the glasses from his face, setting them gently down on the bedside table next to his book and shut the lamp off, "I'm taking care of you. It’s been a rough couple of days for y- us both, and we should rest. We missed an entire day of rehearsals so you know they'll just work us harder to make up for it." He was too tired to think about what that would mean for anyone other than himself, as he nuzzled deeper into the beta's neck, a soft rumble of content slipping from deep in his chest as Jinki curled up into him. Kibum stroked the older man’s hair gently until his breathing evened out, tension leaving his body as he succumed to sleep, and only then did Key allow himself to do the same.
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Author: Wishunew
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jongtae, Minkey, Onkey
Summery: Its days like this that make Kibum hate being the dominant Alpha in the group. But then again, they've never really HAD days like this
Beta'd by Celiimess
As Fate Would Have It/ A Twist Of Fate/ The Seeds of Fate/ The Misconceptions of Fate
The silence that echoed around the dorm after Jonghyun slammed his door was near deafening. Jinki, still naked save for the towel around his waist, blinked at where Jonghyun had been, eyes darting to Taemin’s face then to the floor, then back to the alpha. Taemin, on the other hand, gaped openly, blinking so rapidly Jinki wondered if he was unconsciously trying to transmit an SOS.
“Taemin?” Jinki said cautiously, taking a hesitant step forward, but not touching the alpha, should the younger man lash out. Jinki wouldn't be a match for him in his current state. The dancer turned to him, eyes a little wet as he opened his mouth, gaping like a fish for a moment before he pointed after the lead singer.
“Pregnant. J-Jonghyun’s pregnant? I’m going to be a... a father?” Taemin seemed elated, smiling brightly despite the clear confusion etched into his features, but then just as suddenly his face fell and he looked back in the direction the moody singer had stalked off in. “He’s going to... but that’s...” Taemin’s eyes widened and he took off running down the hall, not even bothering to finish his sentence, not that Jinki thought he was even talking to anyone but himself.
The leader sighed and tightened the towel around his waist as he walked out of the bathroom, biting his lip as he shut the door on his dirty clothes. He’d thought about changing back into them, but they stank of pheromones, his, Key’s, and Minho’s, but he didn't want to attract the other alphas’ attention, not with everything that was happening lately. He prayed they were still in the living room, and he could sneak to his bed and hide for the rest of the day, but the moment he shut the door, he was pressed up against it.
“Hyung,” Minho’s deep voice rolled through him like thunder and Jinki couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips. He was suddenly so hard, so hot on the inside, could feel himself getting wet as the young rapper pressed close to him, his scent permeating the air around the band leader as the taller boy crowded him into the door. “Smell so good, Hyung. So ready.”
“P-Please” Jinki tried to say, his whole body shivering as Minho fitted his teeth against the leader’s neck, not biting down, but making sure the beta could feel them, “W-We can't... Jonghyun.”
Minho chuckled darkly against his flesh, laving his tongue over the back of Onew’s neck, “Jonghyun isn't going to get anymore pregnant between now and tomorrow, hyung.” he purred, then pressed closer, fitting his hips against the beta’s. Jinki mewled again, soft and needy because, god, he could feel the rapper’s cock though his towel and whatever pants the other man was wearing, feel the heat, how hard it was. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, spreading him open, knotting him.
“You, on the other hand,” Minho growled, as he yanked off the towel Jinki barely even cared about anymore, tilting his ass up eagerly into the big alphas hands, spreading his legs as he bent forward, presenting for the other man as Minho grabbed at his asscheeks, spreading them open and rubbing his bare cock over the betas dripping hole, “Can still get very, very pregnant.”
Jinki didn't have time to think about how Minho got so naked so fast, and despite the fact that he was way more clear-headed on his second day of heat, he did not feel anymore in control of himself than he did yesterday as he pressed back into the alpha, a desperate mewl falling from his lips as the tip of Minhos cock caught on his rim, grinding back against the man and moaning.
Suddenly a possessive and enraged growl echoed around them, and the beta’s knees gave out, whimpering as Key walked closer. His body trembled, getting so wet his slick ran down the inside of his thighs as the testosterone in the air spiked, two dominant Alphas ready to fight over... over him. He gasped as intense heat flooded through his body, stomach tightening, cock aching and hard and dripping. Oh god.
"Back off, Minho" Kibum’s voice was low and menacing, an air of authority filling every syllable. Onew could feel his presence like a furnace as he drew closer, "This isn't what he wants, you know that. Help me get him to his room, let him wait the rest of this out." he spoke slowly and deliberately, as he placed himself closer to the fallen beta.
"This isn't what he wants?" Minho's voice was heavy with confusion, his nostrils flaring widely as he tried to take in as much of Jinki’s scent as he could. "God, he's so wet, Kibum." he made to move closer, but Key growled sharply, making the younger freeze. Kibum was the oldest, the dominant alpha, so Minho stayed where he was this time, whining as his cock, still exposed though the fly of his pants, twitched at the scent of wet beta filling the air, "He needs me."
Key’s growl took on a darker tone, as Jinki finally managed to turn to face his suitors. Minho had moved closer again, lips parting to drag a lazy thick tongue over his lips, like he could taste the beta’s heat. The older alpha moved so fast Jinki couldn't keep up with him, one moment standing right next to Onew, the next, slamming Minho into the wall across the hallway. The beta let out a soft moan, a flash of white hot heat radiated from his dripping core at the display of aggression. "What he needs," Kibum hissed, right in Minho's face, "Is for you to back the fuck off. Right now. Do you get that? He's in heat, he doesn't know any better, can’t know any better. You are an Alpha. Its your job to protect him. If you can get that through your thick, pheromone addled skull, then know that the best thing you can do for him is walk away. Now."
He stepped back, still keeping himself squarely between the alpha and Jinki, waiting as Minho swayed, blinking around the hallway before briefly meeting Key’s eyes. He held them for a moment, then turned around and casually fled to the living room. Kibum sighed, rolling his shoulders to try and relax, gear himself up for his next trial. With a deep sigh, he turned biting into his cheek as he stared down at the leader. Jinki was flushed a delicious pink from the tips of his ears all the way down to his stomach. When he felt the weight of the victorious Alpha on him, Jinki whined, letting his head fall back, exposing his throat, spreading his legs wide, submitting. It made parts of Key, that the younger man was hoping would stay out of this, stand up and pay attention.
He moved slowly, crouching before the naked man, "Oh, honey, look at you." He muttered softly, reaching behind himself to tug his shirt off. Jinki’s skin prickled as he he eagerly followed the cloth with his hands, mapping the young alphas torso by touch. He felt Key shiver under his ministrations and purred, leaning forward to lick at the alphas throat and jaw line, wrapping his legs around jean encased hips.
The shock of cloth over his hypersensitive skin almost made the beta scream, twisting to try and get away from the offending garment.
"Stop" Key warned, putting all the strength of an alpha in his command, and Jinki went limp under him, still making annoyed noises. "I'm gunna lift you up, okay? Get you to bed." He gathered the protesting beta up in his arms, damn near biting though his cheeks as he fought to ignore the way Jinki curled up against him, how the beta nuzzled into his neck, licking at his jaw and neck, to ignore the full on pheromones as Jinki wiggled in his arms. It was like swimming upstream after a downpour, but if salmon can do it, so can Kim Fucking Kibum, he decided, holding Jinki closer as he walked down the hall, towards Jinki’s bedroom. The smaller beta seemed to realize what was happening as Key kicked open his door gently, struggling against the shirt on his raw, oversensitive skin once more, making agitated noises in the back of his throat as Key continued to refuse him.
Do it fast, Key told himself as he gently laid Onew down on the bed, absentmindedly brushing some of the older man’s sweat-slick hair out of the leader’s face, gently tracing his cheek, cupping the beta’s jaw and leaning in, nostrils flaring as he took in more of that heady scent, before pulling back quickly, stumbling away from the bed, “Shit” Kibum hissed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to breathe through his mouth, ignoring the almost painful whimpers Jinki was letting out, “Like a bandaid” he muttered, turning and forcing one foot in front of the other until he was slamming the door shut behind him. The young alpha leaned back into it heavily, taking deep breaths to try and clear his head, he had more shit to deal with than Jinki drunk on heat.
“I think we need to talk” Minho’s voice was soft and careful, but it still made Key jump, hitting his head on the door as he struggled to stand up. He rubbed his face with his hands as he huffed pointedly at the younger alpha, of all the fucking shit that had to be happening right this instant, they had to talk now?
“Now?” he repeated out loud, as he tugged on his hair and looked up at the taller man, “With everything else going on right now, you want to do this now?” Minho took a step forward and Key hissed at him, moving first to press the younger alpha back into the wall, away from Jinki’s door, “I told you to leave him the fuck alone.”
“This isn’t about him.” Minho said carefully, holding his hands up and away from his body, tilting his head up to show submission, he didn't want to fight, "Well, not really about him. It’s just that I think we should..." he trailed off as he looked down, eyes focusing on a barely visible scar on the left side of the older alphas neck. Without thinking, he leaned closer, forgetting his submissive gestures in lieu of pressing his nose against Key’s throat and inhaling. Key shivered and tried to step away, but Minho held him close, his turn to growl.
"I marked you?" It was more of a question than a statement, but there was no doubt that it was Minho’s teeth that made this mark. It smelled like him "Wh-Why did I mark you? How? Why you and not..." he trailed off and looked at the door behind them, standing solemn in its duty to keep them out.
Key pushed him away with a grunt of displeasure, blushing as he rubbed a hand over the mark, “You thought it was me” he said slowly, careful to look at Minho without making eye contact, "The heat... The beta. You thought it was me."
He watched as the color drained from the taller man’s face, the look of horror slowly creeping into his handsome features, and he knew that this was it. Minho was going to hate him, beat him, vilify him. Key was an affront to the nature of alphas, taking it like a beta. His genetics made him superior, his knot made him dominant, to submit to anyone sexually is not something good strong alphas, real alphas, did. He'd heard it all before, curling into himself slightly to try and protect himself. Minho didn't even seem to notice, caught in his own swirling emotions.
"I'm so sorry" he said suddenly, pulling the older man into a tight hug, "Kibum, I'm so sorry. That never should have happened to you. I should have been in control of myself." He spoke into the smaller man’s neck. Kibum couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his body, his half naked body, that was pressed so deliciously close to Minho he could feel the other alpha’s body heat through his clothing. At least the younger man had the presence of mind to put his dick away at some point. Being in his arms felt like being in the eye of a hurricane. He was okay for now, but for how long was that going to last? So Key snarled after a while and pushed away.
“Don't get all sappy on me, Choi.” he muttered, subconsciously rubbing the bitemark, “You knotted me instead of Jinki-hyung. Apology accepted, I’m over it. Let’s just not talk about this again, okay?” he ignored the weird twist to Minho’s face and stood, not quite staring at him. He should move to get a shirt on, but Minho can get strong when hyped up on pheromones, and that door wasn't built to keep a super alpha out. So he stayed put, waiting for Minho to move away so he could as well. But minho didn’t move. He just stood, staring at Key like a big, attractive tree of awkward facial expressions, before holding his hands up and walking closer, ignoring Key’s bristle as he gently put his hands on the older alpha’s shoulders and shook him a little.
“Does this make me the dominant one now?” he asked with a boyishly cheeky smile, only to yelp when the older alpha grabbed his throat and pushed him forcefully back into the wall behind them. Key was shirtless and almost tiny compared to Minho’s height and muscles from working out, but rank was everything in a pack. Minho could be the strongest man in the world and Key would still be stronger than him.
“Do you feel dominant?” Key asked, voice dark and critical. Minho pouted at him, physically drooping under the rebuff. He’d knotted the oldest alpha in the pack, but he was not the dominant male. The fashion conscious alpha watched Minho carefully until he was sure he got the idea, before slowly moving away again. "You need to go to your room and stay there" he ordered, trying not to sound like an overbearing parent, "I have to go see to Jonghyun but I can't trust you by yourself out here. Do you understand?"
With a put-out expression, Minho nodded, straightening himself up and walking to his room with a posture that tried to say this was his decision. Key stayed where he was as he watched him go, not moving a muscle until he was sure the younger man was safely behind the door. Satisfied he ran a hand through his hair, tugging hard at the ends, there goes putting a shirt on.
That was the least of his problems, taking a deep breath to settle himself, he headed into the living room and across, to the beta’s bedroom, where Taemin stood awkwardly outside, not making a noise as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. It looked like he was waiting for an invitation in. The sight infuriated Key for some reason. What kind of alpha just stands around when their pregnant mate is upset? This is exactly why Taemin didn't deserve Jonghyun; he was young and incompetent. Key could do so much better than him as a father, he should just take Taemin out of the picture and-
Sit down. He should sit down. Collapsing onto the couch with a deep groan, Key tried to rid his body of tension, tried to relax. Taemin shot him a weird look from across the room, no doubt picking up on the spiking pheromones coming off the older man, increased adrenaline and testosterone from two showdowns with a larger alpha and contact with Jinki’s persistent heat.
"You reek." Taemin informed him curtly, shifting his position subtly, in preparation for a confrontation from a new enemy. Key scoffed at him turning and shooting him a dirty look through his fingers.
"Are you planning on standing here until the door gives up and disintegrates?" the oldest alpha snapped. Taemin growled at him but Key gave no move to challenge, leaning further back into the sofa.
"He knows I’m here." the dancer snarled defensively, baring his teeth at the elder man, "But he locked the door. What the fuck is your problem?"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Key forced himself up onto his feet, heading towards the closet by the door, "My problem is that one time in my life I decided I wanted to be famous" he said, voice bone tired. He grabbed for a metal hanger and twisted it out of shape, walking back to Taemin, and ducked his head at the warning growl, "Chill out, I'm just going to open the door." and he stuck the metal rod into the lock, wiggling it around a little before a click was heard, and the door opened. Key held his hands up in mock humility, grinning at the dark look Taemin shot him before the younger slipped inside.
“Shit, Jjong” Taemin cursed, which drew the diva into the bedroom. At first Key didn't even see where the older man had gotten to, he wasn't exactly in plain view, but then he saw the large bundle of blankets in the corner of the room. Kibum clicked his tongue as he thought, was this the beta’s natural denning instinct or was the older boy just scared? And not even just that, but so frightened that he had to hide from the world? He’d only ever seen the older boy scared twice in his life; when they were trainees, and his first heat hit and Key had to guard the door to their shared dorm room, and the night before their debut stage.
Taemin didn't seem the least bit intrigued about why the singer had tucked himself away, instead fighting through layers of cloth and stuffing to reach his mate, easily pulling the older man out and onto his lap. Key felt like he was intruding, watching as Jonghyun's slight frame shook with sobs, the way Taemin crooned softly into his beta’s ear. The diva realized with a start that he wanted that as well. Wanted his mate, his Jinki, pregnant and in his arms, needing reassurances for what was to come. He shook his head to chase the thought away as he took a seat on one of the naked beds. They were not appropriate. Ever. But definitely not right now of all times.
"Jonghyunnie," Kibum said at length, when the sobs had subsided somewhat, "You’re my friend, my brother, and I want you to know that if you want an abortion, I will support your decision, but there are some things we have to talk about first."
"It’s dangerous" Taemin cut in, cupping Jonghyun's tear-stained cheeks, not even seeing the face the older alpha made at being interrupted. He tried to get the older singer to look at him, to understand that his first priority was always Jonghyun’s welfare. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"He’s right" Key said before Jonghyun could retort, "Female abortions in this country are hardly pleasant, having to sneak about so much, having to be awake while it happens," Key shuddered, "There has hardly ever been a case of a male being pregnant in this country, let alone aborting, you think just any clinic would take you?" He shook his head, ignoring the glare Taemin was sending him. This had to be said.
"You'd have to go to America, and even then the risk of death due to complications is quadrupled for men." He sighed and let the silence speak for how serious his words were.
"Carrying this thing to term isn't any easier." Jonghyun said at last, exhaustion sapping the venom from his words as he rested his head against Taemin's shoulder, "They'd have to cut it out of me. I looked it up. Attempting natural b-birth has left all four men who'd attempted, and their child, dead. The website said that 25% of male c-sections end in death from blood loss, and then theres-"
Taemin kissed the panicking man to shut him up, rubbing circles into the dip of Jonghyun's spine, "Jonghyun. You're my mate, if you think the best option you have is to terminate, I'll fly to America with you. Why don't you relax for a bit, hmm? Let’s not make any rash decisions just now." Jonghyun growled, nipping sharply at Taemin's neck, he wasn't making any rash decisions. He'd looked this shit up, didn’t he listen? “Alright, let’s just wait until tomorrow either way, okay?"
Jonghyun nodded, licking lightly at the corner of his Alpha’s mouth, almost purring with how content he suddenly was, a relief like nothing he'd know flowing through him, knowing that the most important person in his life would support the toughest decision he'd ever make. The beta wiggled and Taemin groaned, reaching down to squeeze the pregnant singer’s ass tightly.
Key cleared his throat pointedly, looking anywhere but at the mated pair on the floor. Well, this was awkward. Sheepishly the pair on the floor separated, but the way that Taemin's hand lingered on Jonghyun's wrist, the undeniable scent of arousal that filled the air. Even if they couldn't keep the child, the fact that his omega was pregnant seemed to ignite something in Taemin that the lead singer was readily yielding too.
“I’m just gonna” Key started standing up and making a hasty retreat to the door, because it wasn’t going to be long at all until Taemin whipped himself out and bust his knot all over Jjong with or without Key in the room and he didn’t wanna see that, “Yeah” he added, completely unnecessarily, slamming the door pointedly behind him and exhaling loudly into the calm of the rest of the dorm. Three crises in one day, that was an accomplishment. And half of them he did without a shirt on, bigger bonus. Bonus enough, Key told himself, to warrant eating the entire carton of chocolate ice cream in the fridge. He deserves this. But because he’s still a hard working SOB, he grabs a cushion off the couch and sits his ass down in front of Jinki’s door. The Minho issue should have been resolved, but you can't be too careful. He finished the ice cream without much todo. No sound from inside the room, or down the hall. Suspicion had made him check to see that Minho was still in their room, and he was, dead to the world as he drove his virtual race car all over creation.
Sitting back against the door, he let himself nod off, just a little nap, Key told himself. If a six foot tall alpha tried to get passed him he would definitely wake up.
Or so he thought. The next thing he knew he was tucked into bed in a room that smelled almost overwhelmingly of warm vanilla sugar and cinnamon, with an underlying note of stale beta heat. Panic shot through him, had he given in? Forced himself on their leader in his time of need? Physical sickness washed over him, stomach rolling at the thought, he'd guarded so hard against Minho, and he was the one that gave in? His mouth tasted like acid, bile churned in his stomach, he was gunna be-
"Relax." Jinki’s voice was calm, soft, and yet a little amused, as Key flipped himself over to look at him. The older man was dressed, lying on top of his covers, hair damp and face a little flush from a fresh shower. He had his glasses on along with his light gray sweats, and a book. He was reading. What?
"What?" He repeated out loud, sitting up slowly as he looked around, he was still shirtless and he wrapped his arms around himself, it was cold in the older mans room, he must have been venting the air, "Shit, Hyung... what happened, did I... do something?" he gulped, worrying his lip as he curled into himself a little. Key would probably just quit living if he forced himself on Jinki a second time.
But the older man was smiling, as he marked his page and put his book aside. Kibum frowned at him, this was a serious situation. If Key couldn't control himself around Jinki now that they'd fucked, it could cause serious issues with the group dynamic, he could endanger not only his career but also the career of the others. And Jinki just smiled at him, like this was the funniest thing he'd seen all day. So the young alpha just huffed and scowled at him. "Stop smiling you asshole, this is serious!"
The older man nodded, face turning somber as he drew his legs closer to his body, eyes downcast. Now Key felt like an ass, yelling at the beta when he hadn't done anything. He picked at the soft brown fabric of his pajama pants, fidgeting for a second before clearing his throat, "I get that, Kibum-ah. I do. Its just, you've done so much for me today, with Minho and everything, I just-" he paused, and did Kibum's eyes deceive him, or was the leader blushing? "You were asleep against my door when my heat passed, it’s well past midnight, you should have been in bed. It was... cute." He added shyly, eyes firmly planted on his lap. He reached over and patted Key’s upper thigh in a gesture that meant nothing up until two days ago, waiting until Key looked him in the eye before continuing, "I want you to know that I appreciate all that you've done for me. Really."
The alpha just nodded, swallowing hard as he gazed at the older man, eyes traveling over his features. They had a bit more of a fine boned delicacy to them now that the older man had lost weight, and the need to protect Jinki churned heavy in Key’s gut. Subconsciously, he reached up and rubbed at the mark on the right side of his neck, Beta’s couldn't initiate bonds. Jinki followed his movements, mimicking it, before dropping his hands to his lap and definitely blushed this time, sheepishly looking down at his legs once more.
"I bit you." he said in a casual tone that sounded forced, and Key wondered if the Beta knew he could smell how anxious he was as he nodded, moving his hand out of the way as if to try and tell Jinki it’s not a big deal, "I'm sorry. About... everything. How out of control I was. I never should have bit you, I should have left the studio and gone to bed. It just... It happened so fast and I should have had a few more days." he shook slightly, biting his lip as his eyes misted with frustration. Maybe he wasn’t as completely over his heat as he smelled, Key wondered, reaching out awkwardly to try and comfort the older man. Emotions need to level out and such, right? "I never should have put you through that. This. Any of this. I should have... I should've-" he broke off with a small hiccup and Key couldn't stop the coo from leaving his lips, couldn’t help but pull the man closer, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry."
"It’s okay hyung" he whispered into the man’s neck, nuzzling into him, and yeah, maybe he was scenting him but Jinki was still wearing his shirt so it’s not like the beta found his scent offensive or anything. "You're going to make yourself sick worrying about this, so just relax, okay? I'm right here. I... Minho, Taemin and I won’t let anything bad happen to you, or Jonghyun, okay? None of this is your fault." He didn’t know if he was helping or not, rubbing his hands up and down the strong, slender back of the leader, holding him close, silently imploring him to take all the comfort he needed, "If it makes you feel better, you can think it as me just... helping you out, yeah? One friend to another?"
In his arms Jinki tensed sharply, pushing away from the alpha quickly with a dark scowl, Key barely caught a look at his face before the older man turned away, a frustrated growl out of the man’s mouth instead of any real answer. "No" the leader said sharply, tone dark and dangerous and filled with an old, lingering sound of pain, "No, I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all. I’ve done that before, I'm not doing that again. Not with you...not with anyone" his tone was bitter, jaded. "Not again" Key had know that Jinki wasn’t a virgin, virgin betas weren’t wet, but he'd never really given much thought to who Jinki's first had been, it wasn’t his place. But now he couldn’t help but wonder.
"Hyung," Key muttered, sliding across the bed to sit beside the distraught beta, "Was there someone... do you want to talk about it?" He hesitated before wrapping an arm around the older man’s shoulder, but Jinki didn’t fight as he tucked himself into Key’s side, resting his head on the young alpha’s collarbone. Key was burning with a desire to know what had happened, but he would wait as long as he had too. They were idols, staying up all night was something he had on lock.
"I started my heats early." Jinki said at length, sighing out the first few words like he was forcing himself to say it, "A couple days before my 14th birthday. It hit when I was walking home from being out with my friends, a short cut. It wasn't as bad back then, cramps, the heavy, flush feeling, weak and needy. I thought I was sick. I hadn’t noticed that I was being followed." He paused to catch his breath, rushing the words out like if he slowed down he'd never say it again. Key fought down the growl, pressing his face into the beta’s hair to keep himself sane, even as he tightened his grip on Jinki, fearing what had almost undoubtedly happened.
Sensing Key’s thoughts, Jinki quickly backtracked, patting the younger man’s knee gently, "It’s not like that. I mean, it was close, he'd cornered me against a wall, saying really mean things, just... really nasty. He had his hand up under my shirt before I knew what was happening and I just kept getting hotter. It was close, but then some kid, only a few years older than me, had just... thrown himself into the creep, chased him off. He helped me home, must have gotten my number from my mother or something because he called a few days later to see if I was okay. It was so... heroic, like right out of a movie. God, I was so in love." he chuckled, as if to ridicule his younger self, bitter hindsight of what was to come.
"I didn’t see or hear from him again until after I joined up with SM. And my god, how my awkward hero could turn into something like Lee Joon, I'll never know" Key gave a start at the revelation. He'd known that the two friends had gone way back but that was crazy. "I wasn't sure if he still remembered me, but I didn't want to be known as the beta that had almost gotten raped in an ally to him, the one he had to save. But I wasn't, not to him. Never to him." he whispered the last part, and Key figured out where this was going, inhaling deeply to keep himself calm, though his actions seemed to make Jinki all the more tense, shoulders rigid with it even in his relaxed posture.
“A couple years ago, after everyone had left here for the heat, He'd come by at a bad time. I wasn't to far into it, I could have asked him to leave, but I... I begged him, to stay, to help. I-I can't even remember what it was like, but he always said I was good, never bit me, never marked me at all, helped me out the morning after. And I... god, I was so stupid. He didn't think it was anything, just helping me out, mutually beneficial relationship." He spat out the words, "He was a bit of an idiot, thinking betas without a knot were in some kind of agonizing pain, like I hadn't gotten through it by myself for years" he growled and straightened, curled into himself a little bit, chewing nervously at his fingers "Helped me out for almost two years before I figured out that we were on different pages of the relationship.
"I just... couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed... wanted more, beyond having sex with...my body once a month. And just... I don’t know, maybe it’s the hormones, the heat... maybe my beta status really does make me overly emotional, but fuck it I get attached, okay?" Key blinked, taken aback at Jinki’s outburst, but it feels like it’s been building, the pressure and the stress building up and now he'd erupted like a volcano. Just like any other force of nature, Key was powerless to stop it, couldn’t even get out of the way, all he could do was watch and pray and hold on tight. So despite the fact that he could, and probably would, get burned, he pulled Jinki back towards him, wrapping the beta in a tight hug.
The older man hissed and dug his nails into Key’s arms, holding him so tightly Key struggled to breathe before he relaxed, going all but slack in the alpha’s arms, wet face pressed into the right side of Keys neck, "I can’t do that again, Kibum" he whispered, "I can’t go through it again. I... I can’t." his voice broke, shaky, wet.
Key crooned softly into the older man’s ear, running a soothing hand down his back, "It’s not your fault." he said gently, trying to keep his voice controlled and even, not betraying the anger he felt towards the MBLAQ member, who probably wasn’t even aware of how deeply Jinki is hurting because of him. Two years of misunderstandings was almost unforgivable, no matter how busy their schedules were, they should have at least talked about it.
"If you say that one more time I'm going to rip your throat out." Jinki grumbled with a soft sniffle, sounding more like a pouting child than a strong and independant leader. Key didn't call him out on it though, just nodded and nosed into the beta’s neck, scenting him, holding him tighter as he gently maneuvered them until they were laying down, "I'm serious, don't baby me" he hissed, as angry and intimidating as a wet kitten.
"'I’m not" the young alpha said softly, grinning brightly at the older man as he reached up and plucked the glasses from his face, setting them gently down on the bedside table next to his book and shut the lamp off, "I'm taking care of you. It’s been a rough couple of days for y- us both, and we should rest. We missed an entire day of rehearsals so you know they'll just work us harder to make up for it." He was too tired to think about what that would mean for anyone other than himself, as he nuzzled deeper into the beta's neck, a soft rumble of content slipping from deep in his chest as Jinki curled up into him. Kibum stroked the older man’s hair gently until his breathing evened out, tension leaving his body as he succumed to sleep, and only then did Key allow himself to do the same.
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