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“Hanbin is in heat,” Jiwoong says dryly, not knowing how to explain it in a nicer way.

There is a pause on the other end of the phone line.

“Don't you dare go near him, hyung,” Zhang Hao says through gritted teeth.

“Hao—”

“Don't even think about it!”

“He's desperate, Hao. He fainted. He's been crying for hours, and I fear it'll be worse when he wakes up,” Jiwoong tries to explain in a conciliatory tone. He can't stop pacing the hallway, nervously checking Hanbin's room door, and anxiously running his worried hands through his hair.

How to explain to Zhang Hao that Hanbin is really sick?

“I'll arrive from Shanghai tomorrow, you can surely manage until then,” Zhang Hao says firmly.

“Hao, please listen to me. He’s crying, calling your name. He—He has scratched his wrists. I’m not joking, he needs an alpha with him now. Please allow me to help. I’ll respect him—”

“Respect him?! How?! BY FUCKING HIM?! You’re so clever Kim Jiwoong!” Zhang Hao shouts.

“HE’S SUFFERING! I know you’re his alpha. You kindly remind me every other day! But please, I’m begging you,” Jiwoong feels the tears pricking his eyes. “I love you, please, Hao—”

“Hyung…” Hao’s voice is softer on the phone.

“I know I can’t have any of you. I’m not asking for your love in return, or his, for that matter. Just—let me help him,” Jiwoong's throat tightens.

Jiwoong catches a faint sob. Is Zhang Hao crying? He briefly entertains the hope that Zhang Hao's tears might be shed for him too, for his petulant broken heart. Yet, he's not that delusional.

“Please don't lie to me. Is Hanbin’s heat that bad?”

“Every time I hear him cry, my heart hurts. He's out of himself.”

“Okay.”

“What?” Jiwoong asks, startled.

Zhang Hao sighs. “I said it's okay,” he clears his throat. “But if you even think about putting your cock inside him, I’ll kill you. You can take care of Hanbin, but wait for my knot.”

Jiwoong swallows hard. He's okay with that, he can make it work.

It's almost prophetic how Hanbin chooses that moment to wake up. His cry of “HAO-GEGE!” echoing throughout the dorms, chilling Jiwoong to the bone.

It's clear that Zhang Hao has heard him through the speaker. “Let me talk to him,” he requests, with a tone that brooks no argument, and Jiwoong is not one to deny him. After all, he's Hanbin's alpha.

Jiwoong gathers his courage and enters the room. He’s hit by the pheromone-laden air and the strong scent of the omega in heat, and nearly loses his balance.

He sits next to Hanbin, brushing some wet strands of hair out of his eyes. The omega is drenched in sweat, and at the same time, shivering from the cold. Febrile.

Zhang Hao speaks. “Hanbinie? It’s me,” he says with the softest voice Jiwoong has ever heard him.

Hanbin shudders upon hearing Zhang Hao's voice, his eyelashes fluttering and his breath catching. He starts to cry.

“Hao-gege? Why aren’t you here with me? I can't do this without you,” Hanbin whines, hugging himself and drawing his legs into his chest.

Zhang Hao sounds composed, but Jiwoong can hear a hint of concern in his voice.

“Listen to me, my love. My flight is in five hours. I'll be with you tomorrow at noon.” Hanbin is crying harder, shaking his head, and Jiwoong seriously wants to die. Zhang Hao continues. “I'm going to need you to be brave. Jiwoong-hyung will take care of you until I arrive, okay?”

Hanbin blinks, disoriented, and looks at Jiwoong, finally realizing he’s in the room with him. Jiwoong feels a pinch of nerves in his stomach.

“Jiwoong-hyung?” Hanbin asks in a soft whisper.

“I’m here, Hanbinie. Listen to Hao,” Jiwoong says, holding his warm hand.

Zhang Hao says goodbye, although it's clear that's the last thing he wants to do.

“I love you, Hanbin. I won’t be long,” and then he speaks to Jiwoong. “Please take good care of him, hyung. He’s my everything,” Hao ends up saying, voice defeated.

When Zhang Hao hangs up, the silence in the room is overwhelming. Hanbin, still trembling, shyly looks away from Jiwoong, though he doesn't let go of his hand.

Zhang Hao has given him his blessings, and at the same time imposed an almost cruel limit, but Jiwoong can do this respecting those terms. No matter how nervous it makes him to have Hanbin, vulnerable and in heat, all for himself.

He caresses Hanbin's blushing cheek. “Can my sweet leader look at his hyung? I'm here for you, Hanbinie.”

Hanbin blinks once, twice, and finally fixes his gaze on Jiwoong. He looks so fragile, lying there in his disarranged nest. It disarms Jiwoong. There's a certain quality about Hanbin that captivates him—given his usual composed demeanor and strong leader facade, it's easy to overlook the fact that he's an omega.

But he is undoubtedly an omega. And what an omega! He’s painfully beautiful, and his scent is more delightful than a rose garden in spring. He’s Zhang Hao’s mate. Zhang Hao’s perfect treasure. Jiwoong feels nauseous, whether it's because of love or heartbreak, it's hard to tell.

“It hurts,” Hanbin sobs.

“I know, Hanbinie. What do you need, baby? Lead me as you lead dance practice. Hyung wants to make you feel better.”

Hanbin's eyes are unfocused. “I can’t be that person right now,” he says, shedding a tear and wiping it with the back of his hand. “I hate that you’re seeing me in this state. I’m sorry, hyung.”

His remorse touches Jiwoong. Hanbin is sweet and polite, even in the clutches of heat. Odes have been written about less perfect omegas.

Jiwoong unfolds his own scent, praying for its fresh touch to comfort Hanbin. 

Hanbin's pupils dilate, and he arches off the bed. “Alpha,” he moans, then covers his mouth in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I’m so sorry.”

Jiwoong caresses his hair. “You don't have to feel sorry. I’m not your Hao, but I'm an alpha nonetheless, and I’m yours.”

Jiwoong is experienced, but his hand still shakes as he holds Hanbin's hip and goes up his waist to his chest, pushing up his shirt, thinking about all the dirty things he wants to do to this pretty boy.

He gently pinches one of his pink nipples. Hanbin shudders at the touch, so Jiwoong caresses the bud once more with his thumb. The moan that escapes his mouth awakens the wolf inside Jiwoong.

He helps Hanbin to his knees on the bed. He’s so dizzy that his forehead automatically rests on his shoulder, as Jiwoong gets rid of their clothes.

Seeing him naked in front of him, Jiwoong feels like he has committed sacrilege. He has to remind himself that he does, in fact, have Zhang Hao's permission.

Zhang Hao. The perfect alpha for this perfect omega. Strong headed and determined and sweet. Full lips, narrow waist, and sexier than red lipstick. A cruel temptation for Jiwoong's wolf.

Trying not to think too much, Jiwoong applies himself to Hanbin’s nipples again.

He gently pinches and strokes, and starts again.

Hanbin pants under his ministrations, gripping Jiwoong’s forearms to stop himself from falling.

“I feel so empty, hyung. It's not enough,” he cries, thrusting his hips into the air. Wet lips, flushed cheeks.

Jiwoong clenches his teeth. This Hanbin is doing things to his alpha core, and he can't even fuck him properly.

“Look at you, so desperate,” Jiwoong says, reaching for a pillow and placing it between Hanbin's thighs. The omega freezes, looking scared at Jiwoong, who chuckles. “Rub yourself against it. Show me. That's what bitches in heat do.”

Hanbin closes his eyes. “Don’t say that, please,” he begs, even if he can't help but thrust a little.

Why does Jiwoong humiliate Hanbin when he loves him so much? Maybe in revenge. Guilt pinches his guts, and he grabs Hanbin’s hip firmly to encourage him to keep thrusting. He guides him slowly as an apology, holding Hanbin by the back of his neck.

“That’s right. Slowly. There's nothing to be ashamed of,” encourages Jiwoong.

“That’s not true,” Hanbin says, looking at him with doe eyes. “You said—”

“Forget what I said, I’m an idiot. Hyung just wants to watch you, hmm?” Jiwoong confesses. “I'm sorry I didn't talk to you nicely. You’re such a proud omega,” Jiwoong says.

“He made me like this,” Hanbin says breathlessly, as he thrusts harder. He loses himself in heat in no time, seeking relief, rubbing his cock against the pillow, but Jiwoong can see the frustration in his clenched eyes and the tense expression on his face. It’s not enough.

So Jiwoong makes his decision. He manhandles Hanbin onto his lap.

The omega fucking cries out of pleasure when their cocks meet. He holds onto Jiwoong's neck tightly with both hands, and buries his face in his scent gland. It’s almost too much.

“I miss him, hyung. It’s killing me,” Hanbin sobs in his neck. “Please, make it stop,” he begs, rubbing against Jiwoong desperately.

“Hanbin-ah, why aren’t you touching yourself?” Jiwoong asks in his ear, softly kissing the earlobe. He finds it curious that, given his desperation, Hanbin hasn't grabbed his own cock to finish himself quickly.

Hanbin moves away from Jiwoong's neck and stops all movements. “A–Am I allowed?” He asks surprised, looking at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Yes,” Jiwoong's breath catches, amazed. “Of course, baby. Do it.”

“But Hao-gege won't like it. He never likes it when I touch myself,” Hanbin explains, flushed. Jiwoong can’t help but imagine Zhang Hao deliciously pounding into his mate, grabbing his wrists, denying him gratification. 

It's not like Hanbin needs to be restrained when he's such a good omega, but Jiwoong is sure that Zhang Hao loves to wreck him. He can almost see the smirk on his face, and his beautiful eyes filled with lust.

Jiwoong is going crazy with desire.

“Do you want me to help you, so you don't have to do it yourself?”

Hanbin nods effusively. “Please, hyung.”

Jiwoong wastes no more time and grabs both of their cocks in his fist, pumping slowly but hard. Hanbin moaning in his arms feels like heaven, and they’re both on edge in no time.

The orgasm takes over Hanbin like a tsunami, he arches his back and neck backwards, unintentionally exposing his gland and releasing his scent. Jiwoong stares, mesmerized, wondering what it would be like to bite a mated omega. There’s no doubt that Zhang Hao would kill him.

Jiwoong is already on edge, but when he feels Hanbin's slick spilling on his legs, he comes too. 

They stay like this for a while, forehead against forehead, panting hard. Jiwoong draws circles on Hanbin's back, trying to soothe him, although perhaps the one who needs to calm down is Jiwoong himself. 

Hanbin is still trembling in his arms, but ever the polite boy, he smiles shyly at Jiwoong. “Thanks, Jiwoong-hyung.”

He’s beautiful. Everything about him is angelic, soft, made of clouds and candies. The world hurts people as kind as Sung Hanbin, and for an omega, being a people pleaser is almost dangerous. Thank goodness for Zhang Hao.

“My pleasure,” Jiwoong says, softly kissing Hanbin for the first time. As expected, he tastes sweet as nectar, and Jiwoong's love for him grows stronger than ever. When they part, Hanbin is unable to look him in the eyes.

“I make you sad, hyung. I don’t want to hurt you,” Hanbin says, always perceptive. But Jiwoong isn’t willing to let this moment slip away because of someone else's guilt, not even Hanbin’s. It's more than he ever dreamed of.

“Look at me, Hanbin-ah,” Jiwoong asks him. “You know I’m in love with both you and Hao, right?” Hanbin nods, biting his lip in embarrassment. He looks devastated. “I made peace with this months—”

“This isn’t fair to you, hyung!” Hanbin protests.

Jiwoong kisses him again. “You’re talking as if this is a burden for me,” another kiss. “But having you in my arms is a dream come true.”

“I can’t—” Hanbin starts.

Jiwoong places a finger over his lips. “Shhh. I know you can't love me back, but at least I still have your affection.” Jiwoong gulps, suddenly insecure. “I do, right?”

“Yes,” Hanbin smiles sadly and strokes a lock of Jiwoong’s hair. “Yes, of course. Mine and Hao's. I'm sorry it's not enough, hyung.”

“Don’t—” Jiwoong stops himself. Hanbin is shivering before him. It's easy to forget that he's in heat when he speaks so eloquently, but his knuckles are white, his breathing heavy, and he looks ready to cry. Heat is a cruel wonder of nature.

“You’re in pain,” Jiwoong says worriedly. 

“Don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just came, but it’s not enough,” Hanbin shakes his head. “It’s burning inside,” he sobs, pressing his belly with both hands.

“It’s fine, let me help you again.”

“I want Hao!” Hanbin blurts out angrily, suddenly losing control. Jiwoong feels a pang in his heart. He gets it, really gets it, and it's nice to witness Hanbin's bratty side for once, even if it hurts his pride a little. Hanbin is looking at him, ashamed.

“I’m sorry, hyung. I'm not usually like this.”

Jiwoong rubs his forehead with his hand and sighs. “Enough talk. Lie down, Hanbin-ah,” he urges, with a markedly alpha tone that allows no reply.

Hanbin rushes to silently obey. “Don't be angry, please,” he asks with a small voice, before lying restless and feverish on the mattress. Clearly on the edge, the omega tries to restrain his tremors by grabbing one of his wrists with his hand and digging his nails into his gland.

It’s painful to watch, and if Jiwoong doesn't stop him, new scratches will accompany the old ones, so he separates Hanbin’s vice grip with a gentle but firm tug.

“I can’t help it, hyung! It hurts!”

“You’re making a mess on your skin,” says Jiwoong as he holds Hanbin's wrists away long enough to offer him his own wrist.

Hanbin’s soft lips on his scent gland feel heavenly. He’s not kissing it, just breathing against it, with his mouth half open and teary big eyes.

Jiwoong can see that his alpha pheromones are working like a drug on Hanbin's weary system. While he seems calmer, his pupils are dilated, and he’s moaning incoherently against Jiwoong’s gland, looking intoxicated.

Seated next to him, Jiwoong is trying not to lose his mind—it’s difficult to reconcile this wanton creature, avidly inhaling his scent, with Hanbin’s reliable leader persona.

Scared it’s being too much, Jiwoong removes his gland from his mouth, and although Hanbin does nothing to stop him, he looks at him as if he doesn't understand. Jiwoong accommodates his hair and kisses his forehead. “It’s ok. I’m gonna give you my fingers.”

Hanbin is impossibly wet. Not just his entrance, but his whole ass and thighs are soaked in slick. He’s sinfully ready to be fucked.

Trying to ignore his own painful erection, Jiwoong wastes no time and puts not one, but two fingers inside Hanbin at once, without finding any resistance. The intrusion causes a new wave of slick, which runs down Jiwoong's hand and soaks the sheets.

Hanbin isn't coherent enough to say anything, he just moans and writhes in pleasure as his hips thrust frantically against Jiwoong's fingers.

This is how he reaches his second orgasm, and from here Jiwoong establishes a certain routine for their night. Although most of the time he’s fucking Hanbin with his fingers, there’s also time to scent or drink water.

Hanbin is painfully obedient in this state, but even being high on alpha pheromones to soothe his fever, he still calls for his Hao from time to time.

It’s evident that any alpha isn’t enough to calm the burning heat of a mated omega, and Jiwoong can’t help but wish for Zhang Hao's return. He can’t stand Hanbin’s suffering anymore. 

As time goes by, with Hanbin's scent rising to his brain and his neglected cock hard as a rock, Jiwoong starts to doubt himself, too overwhelmed to be rational.

He finds himself between Hanbin's bent legs with four fingers hitting Hanbin's prostate mercilessly. Jiwoong pushes a little further every thrust, and when he almost has his fist inside, the bedroom door finally opens.

Zhang Hao's dark eyes inevitably land on the hand inside Hanbin's ass. Jiwoong’s heart takes a leap, pounding madly as he withdraws his fingers from Hanbin. A rush of burning shame rises up his spine.

Jiwoong’s gaze meets Zhang Hao’s. His eyes shine red, and his usually soft magnolia scent rages deep in the air, hitting Jiwoong’s overworked senses.

“I trusted you,” Zhang Hao growls, and lunges at him as a madman, knocking him down onto the bed and straddling his thighs. “Are you a beast, Kim Jiwoong?” He spits, squeezing Jiwoong's neck with both hands.

Jiwoong's wolf recoils. “No,” he moans faintly.

A feral alpha is to be feared, yet Jiwoong is so in love with Zhang Hao that he finds himself unable to challenge him. Instead, he can't help but admire him, remembering why he’s an alpha despite not fitting the stereotype.

He’s magnificent right now—his beautiful face is tinted by rage, his luscious mouth open in a scowl. Jiwoong wants him with the same passion he wants Hanbin, but with none of the gentleness.

He wants to fight, to conquer. But the truth is that against Zhang Hao, it’s a losing battle. He's always better—better idol, better alpha, and better at fucking Hanbin.

“ Hao ,” Hanbin calls him hoarsely. His voice is a spell taking over Zhang Hao, who releases Jiwoong without realizing it, immediately focusing on Hanbin.

The omega makes an obscene sight right now. He has his knees bent and spread, and his dripping ass exposed and raised. Fuck . He is presenting himself to Zhang Hao.

He reaches an arm toward him in a silent call. “ Hao ,” he repeats. Rosy cheeks, half-closed eyes, feverish skin.

Zhang Hao, still on top of Jiwoong, unfastens and takes out his cock. He's stunningly elegant even there, hairless like an omega yet deliciously powerful in all his alpha glory. Jiwoong wants to lick his budding knot.

Without wasting another second, Zhang Hao throws himself on Hanbin, adjusting his hips and rocking into him in a single thrust.

Hanbin screams like a wild beast, arching in pleasure and trapping Zhang Hao’s slender waist between his thighs. As his mate fucks him fast and hard, Hanbin is finally being satisfied after the long withdrawal.

They fit beautifully together, like a puzzle. The peak of perfection. His heart rejoices and hurts at the same time. He would give anything to have the right to kiss them right now.

But this unbridled moment still belongs to them, and Jiwoong respects their bond.

The frenzy ends with both of their orgasms and Zhang Hao biting Hanbin's scent gland, drawing blood from his neck.

Hanbin lies spent on the bed, sobbing and hiccuping. His tears bring Zhang Hao to his senses, who caresses his cheek with infinite tenderness.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers as he wipes away his tears. “Shhh. Please Hanbinie, don’t cry. I’m here, baby.”

But Hanbin only cries harder. “I love you. Don’t leave me ever again. I promise I’ll be good.”

It takes Jiwoong a few seconds longer than Zhang Hao to recognize what's happening, and his heart breaks. Hanbin's omega felt neglected by his mate, and their bond is strained.

Zhang Hao is kissing Hanbin, babbling sweet nonsense against his lips, swearing eternal love.

“I love you, Hanbinie. You’re fine now,” he says, pressing Hanbin's head against his neck. Unlike Jiwoong's, Zhang Hao's magnolia scent is a balm for Hanbin, who is soon breathing evenly.

Zhang Hao detaches himself from him and sits up. In this position you can see the bulge of the knot into Hanbin's belly. Jiwoong is dying to touch himself, but it seems inappropriate right now.

In his senses for the first time in hours, Hanbin caresses his lover's lips, smiling angelically. “Thank you, Haohao.”

"You're welcome." Zhang Hao reaches out and kisses his knuckles, furrowing his brow when he notices the red scratches on Hanbin's forearms. "Are you okay?" He asks.

“I’m fine now, just a bit tired,” sighs Hanbin. “It was hell without you, but Jiwoong helped me a lot. Please don't be angry with him,” he pouts.

Both Hanbin and Zhang Hao turn their attention to him, and Jiwoong feels weirdly embarrassed. Naked and still pathetically aroused, he can't stop his eyes from filling with tears. He looks away. 

It's unexpected when Zhang Hao turns and gently grabs Jiwoong’s cheeks to kiss him. He kisses even better than in his dreams, his full lips demanding his mouth with the same confidence he brings to the stage. He's like a cold fire that consumes you without you even realizing it.

“Thanks for helping him, hyung,” he says, giving Jiwoong one last peck.

Hao and Hanbin are still joined and it doesn't look like that's going to change anytime soon. Hanbin looks serene, rubbing his own belly bulge while enjoying Jiwoong and Zhang Hao's show.

Zhang Hao beams with happiness. “You’re such a cute omega when you’re filled to the brim, Hanbinie.”

“I'm not the only one who looks cute freshly fucked, gege ,” Hanbin pouts.

Still weak and somewhat trembling, Hanbin wipes his hand in his own slick from his thighs and reaches for Zhang Hao's ass, who smirks mischievously and nods. Hanbin laughs playfully, his aegyosal peeking out under his eyes, and puts the tip of his finger into Zhang Hao’s entrance.

“So good, Hanbinie,” Zhang Hao moans, closing his eyes in blessed pleasure as Hanbin slowly inserts his entire finger. “Your juices always work so fine inside me, baby,” he praises.

Now it’s Zhang Hao who collects slick from Hanbin's ass, right from his muscle ring, where his cock is still stuck inside, knotting him. Hanbin whines softly under him.

Zhang Hao offers his fingers to Jiwoong. “You should try it, hyung. Our leader tastes like ambrosia,” he smiles slyly, seeking to provoke Jiwoong.

And Jiwoong knows that he doesn't joke when it comes to Hanbin, so he licks Zhang Hao's slender fingers, dripping with slick, one by one. To say that the omega pheromones go to his head is an understatement. He almost goes feral.

In the meantime, Hanbin works hard to stretch Zhang Hao, scissoring him with two fingers. The alpha throws his head back and closes his eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

“You should help Hanbinie, Jiwoong-hyung. My baby is so tired,” Zhang Hao asks with hazy eyes. “He's doing all the work.”

If Hanbin is an angel, Zhang Hao is a fucking siren—shy and silent by day, but unpredictable and sensual in bed. This behavior should be banned.

Zhang Hao may think he's calling the shots, but right now he's trapped by his omegas' warmth and his pants half pulled down, just enough to expose his ass.

And Jiwoong had enough of his game. He caresses Zhang Hao's throat and unbuttons and discards his fluffy cardigan. “I'll give you more than my fingers if you keep challenging me like this.”

“Good,” Zhang Hao smirks devilishly. “Hanbinie can't do it himself right now. Isn't that true, kitten?”

Hanbin nods, dozing off. His hand has slipped from Zhang Hao's hole and he can barely keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, gege . I wanted—”

“Shhh. It’s fine,” Zhang Hao unfolds his scent. “You’re still in heat, my love. You should rest. I'll still be inside you when you wake up.”

His alpha's cozy magnolia scent works like a lullaby on Hanbin, who is asleep within seconds. Zhang Hao strokes his hair affectionately, with a soft yet concerned look that disarms Jiwoong.

“I’m sorry he’s exhausted,” Jiwoong apologizes.

“It’s not your fault, hyung. I'm sure you lent him a hand ,” Zhang Hao giggles, a renewed glint in his eyes. “I’m jealous.”

Jiwoong traces a finger along his spine. “Of whom?”

Zhang Hao sighs as Jiwoong teases his entrance. “Of him. I also want your fingers inside me,” he pouts, moaning softly when Jiwoong puts the first finger in him. “I’m jealous of you, too. Allowing another alpha to touch Hanbin was—I cried the entire flight back.”

“Please, don’t waste your tears.” Jiwoong kisses his cheek in apology and confesses what has been tormenting him. “I don't know if I helped much.”

“You did,” Zhang Hao says, gaze unfocused and slightly out of breath. “I couldn't allow him to be like one of those abandoned omegas who spend their heat alone in a shelter. He’s too precious. He—” Zhang Hao moans when Jiwoong presses three fingers against his prostate. “Oh god, hyung! Just there.”

Zhang Hao is ready. “Can I?” Jiwoong asks.

“Yes, go ahead,” he answers, rearranging Hanbin's legs on both sides of his hips to make it easier for Jiwoong to enter him from behind.

He can't believe he's going to fuck Zhang Hao of all people. Not only that, he's going to fuck him while he's still inside Hanbin. Butterflies swirl like crazy in his stomach.

Zhang Hao just sighs in satisfaction as Jiwoong's cock bottoms out in one push. He turns his head to look at him, and Jiwoong can't help but kiss him messily and bite his lower lip.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Jiwoong says, thrusting once. Zhang Hao shudders with pleasure. “Me fucking you raw like I would fuck your prized omega. You naughty alpha. You’re even leaking his slick from your ass.”

Zhang Hao laughs breathlessly. “I'm not less alpha because I like to take it in the ass. And this is the closest you'll get to fucking Hanbin, so enjoy!”

Jiwoong doesn't even feel upset, because Hao is right. And he’s definitely enjoying it. This is his beloved Zhang Hao, after all.

“You’re just like him,” he said, going at a steady pace.

“Like him how?” Zhang Hao asks.

“Proud. Beautiful,” Jiwoong kisses his earlobe. “He doesn't let himself be humiliated either, not even a little.”

Zhang Hao reaches back and grabs onto Jiwoong's neck. He can barely move, trapped by Hanbin, but he happily meets each thrust.

“He wasn't like that at first, you know? Hanbin wanted to please me so badly that I could have done anything to him. He's too nice, Jiwoong-hyung. You understand that I can't let just anyone get close to him.”

“I love listening to you talk about him.”

“That’s because I love him. He’s my life.” He stops, biting his lip. “And because you love us,” he says, somehow apologetic.

Jiwoong sucks Zhang Hao’s neck, painting it dark, eliciting another sweet moan from him.

Zhang Hao, drunk in pleasure, picks up a sleeping Hanbin's wrist and inhales his rose scent. “Tell me about him. How was he?” He asks Jiwoong.

“Delicious,” Jiwoong isn't sure if it's safe to talk about this Hanbin to his alpha. But it’s at Zhang Hao's request, so he continues. “He was trying not to lose face, but he was so wet, so desperate screaming your name.”

“Please faster, hyung!”

Jiwoong goes hard and fast on him. “I feel like you could get off just thinking about him.”

Their wild pace is waking Hanbin up. He shifts uncomfortably under Zhang Hao, pushing his hips against the cock in his ass. “ Gege ?” He asks, innocently clueless, looking up at his alpha beneath his lashes. And that's when Zhang Hao comes with a strangled cry, so hard that Jiwoong has to hold him up. 

Two more thrusts and Jiwoong also reaches orgasm, silently coming outside of Zhang Hao’s hole. He didn't know if he had the consent to cum inside.

“Fuck,” Zhang Hao swears, trying to catch his breath. 

Zhang Hao carefully moves and flips Hanbin and him. Hanbin looks relieved at the change. Now on top, he sighs, resting his head on Zhang Hao's chest, still sleepy. He must have been uncomfortable, and the second knot didn't help.

“Go back to sleep, Hanbinie,” Zhang Hao asks, stroking his back.

“But—”

“Give me some time, baby.” He kisses his hair.

Hanbin closes his eyes again. Zhang Hao extends his hand and Jiwoong squeezes it, smiling.

If Hanbin is the omega in his heart, Zhang Hao is the alpha. They complete him as one yin and yang, in perfect balance.

“I love you. I couldn't even choose, you’re one.”

“You’re right,” Zhang Hao smiles brightly at him. Then he gets serious all of a sudden. “I'm glad you're here, hyung. But I fear this is too much. I can't promise you a place in my heart, nor can Hanbin.”

“You two are too worried about me. I just want to be with you,” he sighs. “Maybe I'll regret it later, but I’m happy now.” Jiwoong gets out of bed. “I don't want to intrude anymore, though.”

Zhang Hao isn’t having it. “Don’t go.” He grabs Jiwoong's arm and squeezes it. “It wouldn't be fair for you to leave!”

Those words mean the world to Jiwoong. Because what right does he have to stay in this room? And yet Zhang Hao is offering him to stay.

“You said you didn't want to share, you said—”

“I know what I said. But now that you're here, it would be nice if you stayed until the end, if you want.” Zhang Hao requests softly. He’s sure about this, and Jiwoong can see it.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Jiwoong smiles.

While Hao and Hanbin rest in the room, Jiwoong takes a shower. He needs to sort out his head. He resigned himself to being a mere witness to their love, but now he had a taste of their warmth, he doesn't want to stop.

When he comes out of the bathroom, soaking his hair with a towel, he’s greeted with a deliciously domestic scene—Zhang Hao is finishing changing the sheets while Hanbin watches him, curled up on the desk chair.

“Hi, hyung!” Hanbin smiles. In his clear moments, he handles his heat with so much dignity. He’s adorable.

Jiwoong walks over and kisses his cheek. “Hi, my prince. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Hanbin answers, looking away. “But it's not over. Hao-gege says you’ll stay. I… Thank you.”

“Done!” Zhang Hao says, sitting on the bed and patting his side twice, an inviting smirk on his face.

And who is he to keep Zhang Hao waiting? Jiwoong carries Hanbin over bridal style, who gasps in surprise and grabs him by the neck, blushing. He puts him on his knees on the bed, and Zhang Hao hugs him from behind. Jiwoong stands in front of them.

Zhang Hao goes straight for Hanbin cock, pumping hard a few times. Hanbin throws his head back, burying broken moans in his alpha's neck as he slides his nail along Hanbin's length, ending up pinching the tip.

“You're so hard already, baby. Let these two alphas take care of your heat.”

They go on Hanbin like animals. Scratching, sucking. For every bite from Zhang Hao, Jiwoong matches it with a hickey. They work on his skin in perfect alpha brotherhood, until every inch is painted with bruises.

This newfound connection is a gift for Jiwoong. Zhang Hao and Hanbin are mates, but Jiwoong feels like part of their pack, something he never felt with anyone, not even his ex-girlfriend.

Zhang Hao pushes his palm against Hanbin's chin, throwing his head back and sticking three fingers into his mouth. Hanbin sucks them obediently, looking at his alpha with such adoration that Jiwoong ends up understanding why Zhang Hao didn't want to share at first.

What the hell! Jiwoong couldn't stand it if any other alpha besides them saw him like this.

Hanbin is drooling. And crying. His diamond-like tears first settle on his eyelashes, and then fall down his porcelain face to his neck. Like any other alpha, Jiwoong has seen his fair share of omega porn, but every scene pales in comparison to Hanbin right now, helpless in their arms.

The moment Zhang Hao takes out his fingers, Jiwoong fondly kisses Hanbin. 

“You’re such an angel Hanbinie, I often wonder where you keep your wings,” Jiwoong praises Hanbin, who blushes furiously.

“Aw. You got hyung babbling,” Zhang Hao smiles. “Why don't you show him how good of an omega you are, Bingbing?”

“Jiwoong-hyung! I want to thank you!” Hanbin says between sobs, cute and wrecked. Zhang Hao suggests something in his ear that Jiwoong can't hear. “Can I?” Hanbin asks him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Zhang Hao nods.

Under Zhang Hao's intense gaze, Hanbin delicately hangs on Jiwoong's neck and first licks his face like a kitten. He’s unable to move as Hanbin goes down, licking his torso. It was to be expected, but when Hanbin’s hot mouth closes over his cock, he lets out a guttural moan.

Hanbin is too good, and Jiwoong is a mess in seconds. He can't help but rush him, grabbing his head and thrusting faster. Hanbin gags a little, but keeps up without complaint.

Zhang Hao grabs Jiwoong by the hair. He looks furious, but calm. He’s a beautiful contradiction in himself, threatening Jiwoong as he kisses him softly on the lips.

“Think carefully about whose mouth you have on your cock, hyung. He isn’t just any omega. He’s Sung Hanbin. You should feel honored.”

“I do,” Jiwoong says between moans. “I promise. I—God, Hanbinie!”

“Our hyung is so handsome, baby. He’s being so nice to us. Make him cum. I want to see it,” Zhang Hao tells Hanbin, as his palm runs down his spine. He fucking knows what he’s doing, because that praise alone makes Jiwoong wants to explode.

His cock hits Hanbin's throat, who chokes and drools around it, and Jiwoong comes in his mouth, ruined and dizzy.

“Amazing,” Zhang Hao chuckles, picking up Hanbin in his arms and kissing his tears. “Have you swallowed it?” He asks, sticking his fingers in his mouth and opening it so they can see the whitish fluid on Hanbin's tongue. Hanbin shakes his head. “Then do it, baby.”

And Hanbin does, of course. He swallows Jiwoong cum like he’s drinking zero cola.

“Good boy,” Zhang Hao says, kissing his forehead.

It's too much. Jiwoong loves the impossible mix of tenderness and obscenity they make. He can't help but rush towards them, wrapping them in a tight hug.

He's not crying, or maybe he is. He kisses their lips, holding both of their waists, enjoying their closeness, even knowing they’ll never be his.

In turn, they shower him with kisses. ‘You did so well, hyung.’ ‘Thank you, hyung.’ ‘ Hyung .’ ‘ Hyung .’ Jiwoong feels blessed.

That is, until Hanbin suddenly convulses and falls against his chest, shaking uncontrollably.

“Hurts! It hurts a lot more! HAO! I don't know what it is. HAO, PLEASE!”

The heat is far from over, and Hanbin is terrified. Jiwoong has never seen anything like it, and from Zhang Hao's slight trembling, he hasn't either. 

The thing about alphas is that they're not made of stone, and Zhang Hao is lost right now, as terrified as Hanbin. Jiwoong can see it in his watery eyes and slightly hesitant behavior. He squeezes Zhang Hao’s shoulder to comfort him, as Hanbin sobs into his chest.

“Hao-ya, maybe you should scent.”

“Yes,” he whispers. “Yes, of course.” He pulls Jiwoong's arm. “Please help me, hyung.”

Zhang Hao sits leaning on the headboard, his cock is ready despite the mood, powered by Hanbin's strong pheromones in the air, and he gestures for Jiwoong to bring him his omega.

It’s Jiwoong who, as if carrying a sacrifice to a god, places Hanbin on top of Zhang Hao's throbbing erection, which slides smoothly inside Hanbin once again.

“Hanbinie, listen to me,” Zhang Hao asks. Hanbin nods with a tear-stained face, overcome with pain. “I'm going to bite you, and you're going to bite me. Alright? Like the day we became mates.”

Zhang Hao offers his wrist while tilting Hanbin’s head to reveal his gland, reverently caressing the area. They bite and suck at the same time, and Hanbin's sobs turn into tiny moans, growing calmer as Zhang Hao caresses his belly.

Shine returns to Hanbin's eyes, and he smiles tiredly when they part from the glands.

“It worked!” He smiles brightly. “It still hurts a little, but it's bearable. I'm sorry I scared you, that's never happened before,” he says, a little embarrassed.

“You've had to endure heat without your mate for hours, Hanbin, maybe that's why,” Jiwoong reassures him. “Are you okay too, Hao-ya?”

Zhang Hao smooches Hanbin's cheek, who giggles softly. “I’m fine now.”

No one seems to be in a hurry, and now that Hanbin's last wave of heat has subsided again, they just sit around chatting.

“I'm so embarrassed as a leader, hyung. I really didn't want you to see me behaving like this.”

“Hanbin,” Jiwoong says seriously. “You’re still my strong leader, but I’m your hyung and a closer alpha, you can allow yourself to submit to me once in a while. And I’m not talking about sex here, sweet omega.”

Hanbin looks at him with wide eyes, torn between amazement and indignation. Zhang Hao laughs beautifully, hugging him tightly against his chest.

“If there's one thing Bingbing is consistent about, it's denying his own needs. Don't be mad, my love, Jiwoong-hyung is right. Let your hyungs ease your burdens.”

Hanbin sighs. “We’ll talk later about that. I—”

Zhang Hao thrusts, drawing a surprised moan from Hanbin, who clings to his arm. “Don't talk mighty when I'm still inside you, baby.”

Hanbin rolls cuddly against Zhang Hao, seeking his warmth. As they kiss again, Jiwoong can only think about how beautiful they are together.

“I love you,” he says.

“Believe it or not, we love you too, hyung,” Hanbin pats his nose, smiling gently.

Zhang Hao nods. “You’re not our mate, but you’re pack. Maybe our love for you is different from yours, but no less sincere.”

Their words warm Jiwoong’s heart, and he's surprised to find that it doesn't hurt. He’s 25, handsome, a kpop idol, and finally found a family pack in his members. 

Intimately, Zhang Hao and Hanbin are his in some way, and that's enough for him.

Life is good.