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Admittedly, this is not how Minho saw his day going.
The plan was to spend most of the day with the long, grueling flight overseas, check into their hotel, and go out for dinner with his members. Simple, routine, normal .
What was not in the plan was the sudden ache in his lower back in the last half hour of their flight, an eerily familiar heat beginning to crawl up his spine on the car ride to their hotel. A sense of dread grows in his stomach as he frantically searches his medicine bag once in his hotel room, suddenly glad to be alone as he finds the pills he was looking for. Quickly unscrewing the cap, he dumps them into his hand, counting the pills remaining. His heartbeat quickens, thundering in his chest as he notices there’s one too many.
Minho forgot to take his heat suppressant and was at most hours away from being in full-blown heat.
“Shit,” he mumbles, hand clenching over the pills in his hand. He hastily pours them back into the bottle, nothing those pills could do for him now thanks to his own stupidity. The omega stumbles backward, legs hitting the edge of the bed and Minho just drops down on it, holding his head in his hands. Fingers pull at his hair, the slight pain somewhat distracting him from the growing sensations in his body.
“Fuck,” He says louder when a sharp cramp hits his pelvic region, hand moving from his head to circle around his abdomen, leaning back onto the bed and curling up as much as he can. Minho has no idea how no one smelled a change in his scent, but the truth is they were all too tired and jet-lagged to probably notice his snickerdoodle scent turned more sugary sweet in the airport surrounded by thousands of other scents.
Minho’s mind starts to wander, thinking about their upcoming concerts, interviews, the last-minute album recording, all having to be moved around just because he was so busy and fucking exhausted to remember to take one tiny pill.
God, he was so damn stupid. He knows if his pack were here - oh how his omega yearns for their presence - they wouldn’t put the blame on him, hell they wouldn’t even find fault in him going into heat, despite their busy schedule.
Minho doesn’t know how long he was laying there lost in thought before he hears his phone start to buzz periodically on the table, the members probably trying to figure out where they were going to eat tonight. Minho was honestly in too much pain to try and uncurl himself, let alone try and get up off the bed to get to the damn thing. His fever spikes and another cramp hits him, a whimper leaving his lips as his eyes slip shut.
His jacket was starting to feel suffocating, and Minho knew he doesn’t have much time till he was fully under, the thought made the omega whine. Oh, how he wishes he would have remembered to take that stupid pill…
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A knock on the door wakes Minho from the light doze he managed, another whine leaving his lips making the person pause.
“Minho?” Chan's concerned voice filters through the door. Alpha , His omega whispers in his head, making the omega blearily open his eyes.
“Hyung,” He croaks out, cramps and aches forgotten as he turns towards the door, not quite getting up yet. He thinks he can smell his pack alpha’s sharp mint-evergreen scent even through the scent-proof material in the door and his gland throbs at the phantom comfort it needs but isn’t getting. “Chan hyung, alpha .” He calls out louder, and Minho can almost hear Chan’s inhale even from here.
“Lino, are you alright?” Minho’s honestly not sure how to answer that. While yes, they’ve all been eagerly awaiting the day they could spend a cycle together as a newly bonded group, there’s also a reason they’ve all been on suppressants since November. They’re just too damn busy the spend almost a week fucking each other’s brains out, no matter how thrilling it sounds.
Chan must have taken his silence negatively, Minho too lost in his head to notice how long he had kept the alpha waiting. “Can you open the door for me sweetheart?” And oh.
Minho knows logically how bad of an idea that would be, there’s a high chance his heat pheromones could trigger Chan into a pseudo-rut, and without one of their betas there to monitor them it could end badly . His inner omega, on the other hand, one he was starting to listen to more and more was screaming in his head a mantra of yes alpha, yes need alpha here, alpha would help us so well.
With that thought in mind, Minho fumbles off the bed, pointedly ignoring his slightly shaky legs and aching middle as he stumbles to the door. He flings the door open in his haste, Minho relishing in the alpha’s fresh scent hitting him square on, eyes slipping shut as it washes over him pleasantly, soothing his inner omega for the time being. He misses Chan’s shocked face at being hit with the harsh wave of heat pheromones.
Hands suddenly grab his shoulders, Minho’s eyes snapping open as Chan pushes him back into the room and quickly closes the door. Being in the enclosed space with the alpha makes his omega swoon, Minho notices how Chan’s pupils have dilated and knows his own irises must be shining a bright blue from his growing heat.
“Minho, baby,” He rumbles, hands squeezing his shoulders. “How did this happen?” The omega’s scent turns a bit, the cinnamon sugar becoming burnt which has Chan moving a hand to palm Minho’s cheek, the alpha soothingly stroking the younger’s cheekbone. “I’m not mad sweetheart.”
“M’own stupidity though,” Minho mumbles, nuzzling the alpha’s palm as his scent drops the burnt note, the omega is pleased his pack alpha isn’t angry at him even if the rational part of him knew Chan wouldn’t be.
“Nonsense, my Minho is never stupid.” Minho whines at that, leaning forward to bury his head in the alpha’s neck. The omega stuffs his nose into Chan’s scent gland, nuzzling against it as he breathes in the calming minty evergreen. The alpha chuckles fondly, raising his hand to card his fingers through the omega’s hair.
The younger shakes his head, mumbling, “Even if I forgot to take my suppressant?”
Chan hums. “We’ll get through this like we always do.”
Minho whines, his hands gripping Chan’s shirt in an attempt to self-soothe because that wasn’t a no because of course his hyung was angry, hell probably even disappointed with him. He fucked up royally, messing up everything the company and even Chan planned all because-
“Shh, sweetheart. Listen to me,” Chan hushes, moving Minho away from his gland, and locks eyes with the omega. Even through his slight panic, Minho can tell his pheromones are starting to heavily affect Chan. “I could never be angry at you, okay?”
Minho nods his head, mouth parting open to respond before a sharp cramp hits him, the omega doubling over as his body reminds him of its current state. Chan cups his face with suddenly cool hands and Minho’s eyes must have slipped shut in his pain as when he opens them, his eyes meet the steadily growing red of Chan’s. A distant part of Minho’s mind is ringing alarm bells at the sight, and he should probably be more concerned than he is, but that thought is quickly brushed away when one of Chan’s hands slips down to his gland, digging his nails into it slightly making the omega whine.
“Sweetheart,” Chan rumbles, sending shivers down the younger’s spine. “I need to know if you want me here or if you would rather have one of the betas-”
“
You,
alpha please,” Minho pants, “Please make the ache go away.” Chan growls, irises glowing vividly red, a clear sign he’s fallen into a rut.
“Fuck, Minho,” Chan groans, before crashing his lips against his own in a messy kiss. Minho couldn’t care less, a moan slipping from his lips as the alpha pushes him backward. His legs bump against the edge of his bed, Chan breaking their kiss momentarily the push Minho’s jacket off, the rest of their clothes soon haphazardly joining the floor. Chan’s eyes rake up and down Minho’s body, the alpha growling approvingly before pushing Minho onto the bed and climbing over him to lock lips again. Minho felt like he was in heaven, feeling high from the way his sugary cinnamon scent mixed perfectly with Chan's now strong evergreen, as the alpha’s hands roam his body, never once breaking their kiss.
“God, you’re so perfect,” Chan growls, moving his head down to Minho’s gland, inhaling the omega’s scent like it was pure oxygen he needed to survive. Minho mewls when Chan sinks blunt teeth into it, eagerly sucking a dark bruise and eliciting gushes of slick from his hole. The alpha snakes his hand down his side, fingers circling around Minho’s cock, finally giving the poor thing some attention he so desperately needed. The omega moans, throwing his head back in his pleasure as Chan starts pumping his cock.
“C-chan,” Minho whines, hands gripping the sheets as his stomach tightens. “Close.” Moans slip through his lips unabashedly despite how embarrassing close he is when Chan had only just started.
The alpha leaves his spot from his gland to slot their lips back together, trapping Minho’s bottom lip between his teeth before he pulls back, rumbling “Cum for me, sweetheart,” never once slowing down his strokes. A high pitch moan fills the room as Minho cums, release flowing over Chan’s fingers as he pumps him through it. “Such a good omega.
“H-hyung-”
“Shh, I know sweetheart. Alpha will give you what you want,” Chan soothes, hand moving towards his hole, a pleased rumble escapes his lips at the amount of slick he finds.
“ Please ,” Minho pants, eyes locking with Chan’s as the alpha circles his rim before dipping his finger in, meeting no resistance from the copious amounts of slick the omega was leaking at this point. The alpha quickly adds more fingers, steadily fucking them in and out of his hole, making Minho mewl, but it wasn’t what he craved - no, needed. “Give me your cock, alpha.”
An animalistic sound leaves Chan’s lips as he rips his fingers out of his hole, quickly grabbing his cock and lining it up to his entrance before slamming in, hips flush with Minho’s ass in one fell swoop, making Minho moan wantonly. Hands grip his waist, Chan wasting no time in setting a rough pace Minho so desperately desired, his moans, mewls, and whines slipping past his lips without shame.
If Minho thought he was in heaven earlier, he was lying to himself because this was everything he ever dreamed of during those years he spent his heat alone. Each powerful thrust the alpha made soothed the ache in his stomach better than any toy he had, he was truly lost in the sensation of the alpha before him. The pair didn’t need to say anything, their instincts driving them better than words could.
Minho started to feel Chan’s growing knot at the same time he felt his own release nearing, the omega letting out a whine. “Y-yes, please, I need-” Lips capture his own, effectively stopping his pleading.
“I know, omega. You’ll get it soon,” Chan growls, kissing the omega again, licking up Minho’s moans before they escape his lips. The alpha’s thrusts speed up, chasing his own release as he moves down to kiss Minho’s scent gland. The omega doesn’t notice the sharp teeth he feels graze at his neck, too lost in his nearing orgasm to focus on anything else.
Chan’s knot starts catching at his rim, the alpha now forcing it in and out in each rough thrust, making the omega see stars. “Please!” Minho doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but when a sharp thrust shoves Chan’s knot in, expanding fully in his rim, the omega’s release explodes, and Minho screams out his moan as it crashes over him. His ringing ears barely hear Chan’s roar before those sharp canines pierce through his gland making Minho see stars.
Minho comes to feeling soft licks at his neck, the omega letting out a soft purr at the sensation. A matching rumble fills the air, Chan pausing in his ministrations to nuzzle Minho’s head before locking their lips together. The alpha then moves them onto their side, the knot pulling deliciously at Minho’s rim making the omega mewl quietly. Chan starts rumbling again and Minho, content, falls asleep.
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A knock on the door rouses Minho from sleep, and not quite opening his eyes at his slight sense of deja vu, instead, he snuggles close to the broad chest in front of him. The omega hums happily as the arm draped over his middle pulls him closer, inhaling the pleasing scent of evergreen mint.
The knock returns louder this time. “Hyungs? Are you in there?” What sounds like Seungmin’s voice pierces through the door, making Minho whine at the disturbance and rousing Chan from his slumber. The arm that was draped over him moves to cup his cheek, Minho’s eyes fluttering open and meeting Chan’s fond gaze. The two pay no mind to the mumbled voice outside the door, lost in their own world as the alpha lovingly strokes his thumb across Minho’s cheekbone.
The omega takes in the presence of his new mate, Minho still too under his head fog to really understand the repercussions of what has happened, just smiling dopily at Chan before snuggling closer to the alpha.
The sound of the lock clicking open suddenly echoes in the quiet room, making the pair freeze. Arms circle around him protectively as a deafening growl fills the room, drowning out surprised gasps and shouts from their members. Minho, back to the door and head still buried against Chan’s chest, has no idea what’s going on, the scents now in their room disorienting.
“Oh my god,” Seungmin sounds out in disbelief. “He’s in heat .”
“Well, no shit, that much was obvious from the thick amount of pheromones in the air.”
“Not helping Hyunjin!”
“Wait!” Changbin yells out, all the voices stopping at his shout. “Is that a fucking mating mark -” Minho whines at the following alarming shouts and spikes in scents, making Chan’s growl turn downright thunderous, moving one of his hands to cup the omega’s head and shove it to his gland, Minho greedily drinking in the calming mint-evergreen like his life depended on it.
The shouts soon disappear from the room, Chan’s growl changing into a soothing rumble as he turns his attention to his mate. The alpha keeps a tight hold over Minho, not that the omega minded with Minho soon drifting off to sleep again before his next wave.