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To the public eye, Stray Kids are a kpop group comprised of alphas and betas. They’re marketed as such, and their secret is kept by the company. Omegas cannot mingle with alphas, so they usually get their own omega-only or beta-omega group to keep them safe.
Betas are common, whereas alphas and omegas are a very small percentage of the population. Sixteen is officially age of presentation, though some present early and some present late. If you don’t present by the time you’re eighteen, you’re classified as a beta and treated as a normal person.
But those that present as alphas and omegas, their rules change. Their job opportunities change. In the world of kpop, alphas and omegas are under a stricter rule to prevent mating and unplanned pregnancies. Companies won’t allow them to even share a floor in case of pheromones.
A few years after debut, Han Jisung finally presented and was no longer a beta like two of his fellow members. In the middle of their 5-STAR comeback, several years after the presentation threshold, Jisung presented as an omega. His body was put under high stress, and he went into heat and needed a break. He was tired and felt drained and got sick so easily. The other members took care of him—some needed to be held back when his pheromones got so strong he triggered Hyunjin’s rut—and did what they could to keep him comfortable.
He bonded a lot with Felix and Seungmin, who got very protective of Jisung when he was in heat. They wouldn’t let a single alpha in the room until Jisung’s heat was over.
There is a theory that when a beta spends too much time close with a dominant alpha, the strong alpha pheromones can force a beta into an omega presentation. The theory was never proven, not on paper, but the members of Stray Kids know that it’s true. Everyone knew of the bond between Lee Minho and Han Jisung. The way Minho would wrap Jisung in his arms or pull him into his lap, the way he’d aggressively scent him until Jisung smelled only of the alpha’s pheromones.
It was unsaid, but Jisung belonged to Minho. If Jisung had been an omega, Minho would have mated him already. So when Jisung presented, Minho had to be locked in his room to be kept from breeding Jisung during his first heat. They were so young still, Jisung only twenty-two at the time, and they had their idol careers ahead of them. Chan and Changbin stood post outside Minho’s bedroom door to fight him off if he managed to get himself out.
They dealt with it from there. They told the company, knowing they were locked in a seven-year contract and getting popular globally so JYP wouldn’t break them up. The company covered it up, plastered Jisung in scent patches and pheromone inhibitors, and told him to continue as if he was still a beta.
They kept up the charade for three years; they were careful and kept him on suppressants to keep his heats in check with their long, hectic schedules. But then the company made a mistake. They allowed the members to choose their new roommates and approved Minho and Jisung living together. Anyone who looked at them could tell they were mates, and the company was not going to take a dominant alpha’s omega away from him.
But it was only a matter of time before the dominant pheromones would break through and negate the suppressants.
They found out when they filmed their SKZ Code content. It was supposed to be routine checkups for fun. All the members got ultrasounds done, mostly as a joke because it would make STAY laugh. It was fun. Jisung joking about Minho’s soft tummy and pork belly. The nurse trying not to laugh on camera. Then it was Jisung’s turn, and he pulled up his hospital gown and showed his little tummy, his beautiful side tattoo on display on his hip. The gel was put on and the wand was pressed to his stomach and the nurse let out a gasp and dropped the wand.
Minho didn’t know what he saw on the screen since it was there for such a brief moment, but he was immediately on alert, worried something was wrong with Jisung.
“What is it?” he asked frantically. “Is Jisung okay?”
The nurse slowly put the wand back on Jisung’s stomach and the image came on the screen right away. Minho has never seen an ultrasound before today, but he was pretty sure Jisung’s wasn’t supposed to look like that.
“Is—” he pauses, swallows. “Is that a—?”
“Hyung?” Jisung asks, voice trembling. “Is everything okay?”
“Jagi, you’re—”
The nurse finishes, “Pregnant. You’re pregnant, Han-ssi.”
For legal reasons, Jisung’s ultrasound was never put in the final edit of the episode, which they knew would cause a lot of questions, but they could easily play it off as his tattoos being the reason.
But now they have a pregnant omega and a comeback to start worrying about. They put Jisung in baggy shirts for the fanmeet, but the alphas of the group were still unable to hide their excitement. Whether the omega is theirs or not, alphas feel a protective urge over pregnant omegas, and Chan and Jeongin were no different. They would put their large palms on Jisung’s belly gently and just look at him, proud.
Minho was the proudest. Jisung was practically glowing onstage, dancing the girl group dances and looking so in his element. Minho couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
When they went home that night, they showered together, Minho on his knees so he could mouth against the very small baby bump with his pup inside, the pup he put inside Jisung. He kissed it softly and then stood up and washed his mate, and then himself, and then they climbed out and made the decision to wear their couples’ shirts, Minho with Jisung and Jisung with Minho, and took a silly mirror selfie for STAY.
Minho gently pushed Jisung onto his bed and kissed him, his mate opening eagerly for him, whimpering into his mouth. He danced a palm down Jisung’s chest and side, before finding the hem of the shirt with Minho’s face on it and gently pushing it up to expose that cute little belly he loves so much. He smirked into the kiss and caressed his hand up his chest until he reached a nipple, causing his omega to arch into him and whine loudly, yanking himself away from the kiss. “Hyung!”
Blinking rapidly, Minho pulled back and looked down at his jagi. “Baby?”
“That—that hurt, hyung,” he whined, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.
“What do you mean it hurt? You love when I play with your nipples.”
“Hyung! You can’t just say that!”
He’s hiding his face now, but Minho can see how bright red his cheeks are on his sun-kissed skin. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“I’m embarrassing when I just love playing with my sweet omega’s nipples, hm?” He brings his hand back to the same nipple and gently squeezes it, eliciting that sweet little whine again. “Oh, Hannie’s sensitive today, isn’t he?” He pinches again and Jisung arches up, whimpering Minho’s name, which gets Minho a little worried. He slides further down the bed and pulls the shirt all the way up so it’s pooled under Jisung’s chin. His pecs are a little swollen, nipples looking tender. Minho gently pinches one between his thumb and forefinger and Jisung arches, back completely off the bed. “Jisungie,” Minho whispers, poking a finger on that same pec, “It’s like you have tits, baby.”
“What? I do not have tits, hyung!” He struggles when Minho grabs his hand and brings it to his chest, letting him feel for himself. He whines again at the contact but can feel the difference; his pecs are swollen and they feel tender to the touch. “What’s wrong with me?”
“I haven’t read enough about pregnancy, but I think your body might be getting ready for the baby. Let me—breathe for me, baby, I promise I won’t hurt you, okay?” Jisung nods and lets his mate do what he wants. He presses against one of Jisung’s pecs, pausing only when he whines to shush him gently, then keeps pressing. He slowly presses inward towards his nipple, massaging the tender skin. Jisung whines, body trying to thrash in Minho’s hold but his hyung is too strong, keeping him still as he finally makes it back to Jisung’s nipple and pinches it.
“Ah!”
“Jisung?”
“That—oh god, hyung, that—” he whimpers and arches into Minho’s hand. That’s when Minho feels it, liquid between his two fingers. He looks away from Jisung’s red face and sees a translucent white bead at the tip of Jisung’s nipple. “Hyung, that feels so good, like, it hurt at first, but it feels so good, can you—can you do the other one? Please?”
Blinking down at him in confusion, he doesn’t know what he’s thinking, but he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the drop of liquid and almost moans at the taste. It’s milk, but it tastes like Jisung. Like an orange creamsicle. He can’t help himself; he leans down and attaches his mouth to Jisung’s same nipple. Hands fly to his hair and an eager chest arches into his mouth as Minho sucks at his nipple, drinking every available drop. Jisung’s body undulates under him as Minho’s hand moves to Jisung’s other pec to massage the milk to the center while he sucks him dry. Jisung starts crying at the new pain, getting used to it all over again.
Once the nipple runs dry, he attaches his mouth to the other one, repeating the same action until Jisung is dry and no longer in pain. He lifts a leg and straddles one of Jisung’s thighs while he sucks, pressing hard against him while his body trembles and he gets himself off on Minho’s thigh while Minho milks him. He comes in his Calvin Klein underwear with a loud cry, one final burst of his milk flowing into Minho’s mouth causing Minho to come right after him.
He pulls back and they’re both panting and covered in come and milk. Minho can smell the orange cream scented slick and wants a taste. He wastes no time sliding down the underwear and throwing both legs over his shoulders, diving headfirst into Jisung’s slick covered hole. Jisung screams when a tongue slides right in, sucking up his slick like a man dying of thirst. Minho gets him off a second time that way, Jisung sobbing through his release as his alpha pleasures him and makes him come again. Minho comes a second time just from the taste and the sounds alone.
They showered a second time, Minho holding Jisung up face first against the wall as he eats him out again. He can’t get enough of his taste. He flips him around and lifts him into his arms, pinning his back against the cold shower wall, lifting, and lining him up with his angry red and swollen cock. Jisung screams his name as Minho pushes in and starts thrusting, clinging for dear life around Minho’s broad shoulders. They don’t last long; Minho feels his knot start to swell and gives one more deep thrust as it locks him inside.
Walking them back to his room knotted is not easy, but he manages to get them there without incident and they dry off as much as they can while being physically connected. They collapse onto the bed—Minho on his back with Jisung curled up on his chest—and Minho kisses his sweet omega’s forehead, whispering for him to go to sleep. They will deal with the new discovery (and kink) once the sun is up and they’ve had at least twelve hours of sleep.