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The only thing that Minho can think as he walks out of his room where he'd just dropped off all his things and into the living room of the dorm he is supposed to be sharing with seven other guys is that there has to be some kind of mistake. Standing in the living room, pulling in a rolling suitcase with a carry on bag on his shoulder is someone that definitely is not supposed to be there. The new entrant seems to realize the mistake, too, because he freezes in place while staring at Minho. “What are you doing here?” the guy asks. His voice is a bit thick from not using it in a while because of a long flight. His blond, curly hair is a bit unruly, showing how little sleep he'd gotten on the flight. But he remembers clearly enough from talking via KKT to his upcoming roommates throughout the summer that none of them has a partner.
Minho remembers the same thing, since they'd been in the same chat the conversation had happened in. “I should be asking you that,” he huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest.
There’s a look of confusion on the other man’s face that is quickly replaced by something akin to familiarity. “Minho?”
Minho's expression becomes guarded as he takes a step back, putting more distance between himself and the other man. “Yes?” It takes only a few moments more before he realizes who the other person is. “Chan? You're an alpha?”
“Yeah. You're not.” It wasn't a question because they both know it’s true. While Chan does not think less of omegas like some old-fashioned alphas do, it doesn’t stop him from knowing that the other man isn’t an alpha or beta like he'd assumed throughout the time he and the others had been talking.
The university takes care only to room omegas with other omegas. It lessens the chance of something awful happening. Of course, a bunch of alphas in one place can be just as bad in different ways. There’s often a lot of fighting and territory disputes when a bunch of alphas are together. That’s why they try to filter in plenty of betas to lessen some of that tension. Of course, betas can be just as bad sometimes.
Just then, the door bursts open and two other guys come tumbling in, arguing over who was first and who got to pick their room first. They nearly trip over the suitcases they are wheeling in. They both stop before they run into Chan's back. “What's going on?” asks the one wearing a bucket hat. “Why's there an omega here?”
Minho huffs out a breath and narrows his eyes but doesn't comment. Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “We need to contact the university,” says Chan. He then turns to look at the other two. “Just get your shit in here.”
The two of them move their stuff to the side of the room where Chan puts his suitcase, too. Then they sit around awkwardly on the couch while Chan attempts to reach someone at the university on the phone. Half-way through the conversation, Minho walks over and takes Chan's phone from his hand in order to take over. During the long conversation in which the phone changes hands between Chan and Minho multiple times, the door opens four more times to bring in four more people who are most definitely not omegas.
The entire apartment is tense and on edge, growing more and more uncomfortable at the intense waves of anxiety that Chan and Minho each emit. Eventually it seems to come to an end, though, because Chan hangs up the phone. The silence that follows hangs heavy on the air until Chan says, “There was some sort of mix-up in the system. Minho can't move into a different dorm until the end of the semester.”
There’s no question from any of them why Minho needs to leave the dorm in the first place; they all know already. “Why didn't you tell us you were an omega? We could have figured something out weeks ago,” Seungmin, who had come in last, says. His voice is dripping in accusation.
Minho scoffs while narrowing his eyes at Seungmin and says, “It's not like any of you told me you were an alpha or a beta either.”
Seungmin opens his mouth to say something else, but when he realizes that he doesn't have anything else to say, he closes his mouth again. “We all just assumed the university didn't fuck up,” Felix says with a shrug of his shoulders. “None of it is anyone here's fault.”
“But it'll be fine,” says Jeongin from where he is leaning against the wall near the door to the kitchen. “I don't have any issues living with an omega. Besides, it's not like we're strangers. We've been talking all break.”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin agrees with a nod of his head before he tucks a strand of his long hair behind his ear. “I kinda thought we were all friends by now.” There are collective nods around the room while Felix mumbles to Hyunjin that they are friends.
“Are you okay with this?” Chan asks Minho.
Minho scowls as he crosses his arms over his chest again, lifting his chin in a defiant manner as everyone in the room turns to look at him. “I'll be fine. I can take care of myself; and, pretty boy is right. We are friends, so we shouldn't have any problems anyway. It's not like anything has changed,” he says.
The apartment remains a bit tense as their conversation turns to actually introducing themselves (it's different getting to see everyone in person for the first time, having had no real contact before other than messages back and forth in a group chat), and choosing which of the remaining rooms everyone will get. Minho had chosen the one at the end of the hallway already, but as he makes his way back there once they decide they should take time to unpack and get settled in, he almost wishes he hadn't. Despite his words earlier, he is a little nervous about having so many alphas and betas between him and the door. Another part of him is glad about it. That puts seven betas and alphas between him and the rest of the dorm building that is likely to also be filled with only alphas and betas. Though he tries not to judge people on their subgender, he isn't naive enough to think that there aren't people around who are those assholes who give the stereotypes a source. He just hopes none of them are in the dorm with him.
Minho tries not to think about it as he starts to unpack his things. He can hear quiet music coming from some of the others’ rooms since none of them has closed their door. He thoughtlessly hums along with the song that he likes best as he sorts through his clothes, putting them where he wants them in the shelving and closet supplied by the university. He has just finished putting his school things on the desk along the wall when there is a knock on the door frame. Minho is too focused on what he is doing to realize anyone was approaching the door, and he jumps at the sound. Chan gives him a sheepish smile and rubs the back of his head as he says, “I’m gonna order dinner for everyone. Got any requests?”
“Oh, uhm…” Minho replies as he finishes placing the last thing he was unpacking that evening - a clock for his bedside table so that he won't have to rely on his phone for an alarm. “Anything’s fine, really. I’ll just have whatever everyone else is having.”
“Okay.” Chan nods his head. “I’ll let you know when it’s here - unless you’re gonna join us before then? I think we’re just gonna chill, maybe play some games in the living room.”
“Oh. Yeah… yeah, I’ll join you guys.”
It isn't as awkward as Minho thought it would be. The eight of them quickly fall into conversation and easy banter as they wait for their food and take turns playing some racing game on someone's console that was set up in the living room. Maybe things won't be as awful as Minho had been fearing.
The following day on campus, Minho gets through his morning classes without incident, and he decides to meet up with a couple of his omega friends for lunch. Wonjin, Yeonjun, and Sunghoon stare at him in shock when he mentions the situation with the dorms. “Why didn’t you call me?” asks Sunghoon. “You can crash at my place.”
“Why would he do that?” Yeonjun replies, crossing his arms as he leans against the top of the table. “Now he’s got seven hot guys to help with his heat.”
“Yeonjun!” Wonjin chastises, earning him a snicker from Yeonjun. “Not everyone is as interested in bagging multiple alphas like you.”
Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders and Minho frowns as he eats one of his french fries. “I’m not going to sleep with them,” he insists. “The university will fix the mistake when they can, and we’re friends. Sex will just complicate things.”
“Will it, though?” asks Yeonjun. “I’m just friends with my boys. Sex just makes it better.”
Sunghoon clicks his tongue against his teeth and steals Yeonjun’s strawberry latte from him. “You can’t keep leading them on, Junie. They really like you.” He takes a drink out of the cup he had just stolen after he finishes speaking.
Yeonjun’s responding smile is tight, but he just hums as he steals his drink back. “It’s fine. They’ll forget all about it once they find a better omega.”
“J-”
“I believe we’re talking about Minho’s situation, not mine.” Sunghoon sighs but he takes Yeonjun’s dismissal for what it is. “Which one has the biggest dick?”
“Yeonjun!” all three of the others shout, making him smirk and shrug his shoulders.
“Well, if you don’t want them, can you introduce me to them?”
Minho doesn’t know what to think of it when he finds that he absolutely does not want to do that. He doesn't want Yeonjun meeting his roommates, knowing that he’d end up in bed with one of them - or all of them. Minho doesn't really care what Yeonjun decides to do with his sex life. He just doesn't want his roommates involved. Which maybe was a weird thought, but Minho isn't willing to think about it too heavily. He had more important things to worry about, like making sure he doesn't get lost finding his next class.
He blames Yeonjun for the way that he finds himself distracted during dinner that night. All of his roommates are home, and the apartment is filled with loud conversations. Minho finds his gaze drawn to things like Hyunjin’s pretty fingers or the way that Jisung takes a drink of beer out of the bottle in his hand. He notices the way that Changbin’s muscles flex underneath his too-tight t-shirt, or the way that Chan's pants hang almost too low on his hips. His eyes narrow in on the way that Seungmin casually drapes himself over the armchair, and the way that Jeongin's sharp eyes always seem to lock onto his whenever he looks in that direction. He mentally slaps himself when he realizes what he is doing, hoping that no one else has noticed. They all seem too busy teasing Jeongin about something to have noticed Minho's increased attention on all of them, though; so that's good. Minho sighs and takes a drink out of his glass. He’s going to strangle Yeonjun when he sees him next.
That night he dreams. He dreams so clearly of hands pinning him to the bed, of the slow, steady rhythm of someone thrusting into him. It's slow but quick in a way that makes him gasp for breath. He doesn't see who it is, the person's face is hidden by shadows - but Minho knows it's one of them, one of his roommates. He hears incomprehensible praises and commands that curl and grow in his stomach, making him feel like he's burning from the inside out.
When he wakes up, he's alone in his bed but he's a shaking mess. He's covered in sweat, slick, and cum. He's not had a wet dream in years, especially not over some alpha. Silently cursing Yeonjun again for putting ideas into his head, Minho gets up so that he can shower and start to get ready for his day.
He almost forgets about his dream, but then Chan comes stumbling out of his room. Chan's hair is a mess; his sleep pants are nearly falling off of his hips and he's clearly not wearing anything underneath them. Chan finishes rubbing his eye and stops when he sees Minho staring at him. Minho blushes and he quickly turns to leave while making some sort of excuse to do so.
Minho forgets about it, the way that Chan looked with bedhead and the dream, until he's on campus and suddenly there's a hand holding a cup right in front of his face. The fingers around the cup are thin and long, larger than his own easily; but, still pretty with black paint on the nails. Even before he looks, Minho knows it’s Hyunjin. Minho glances up while Yeonjun scowls from next to him. “Who are you?” Yeonjun asks.
“This is Hyunjin,” introduces Minho. “He's one of my roommates.”
“Oh.” Yeonjun smirks and gives Hyunjin a once over, making Hyunjin silently arch a brow. “You didn't tell me he was so pretty. Are you sure you don't want him, Lino?”
“Shut up, Yeonjun.” Yeonjun just shrugs his shoulders and Minho sighs as he looks back up at Hyunjin. He’s sitting at a table with Yeonjun while Hyunjin stands behind him but off to the side just enough that it doesn’t hurt to look up at him. “Thanks, Jinnie. What’s this for?”
“Just because,” Hyunjin answers with a smile. “I know you were here early this morning, so I thought…” Hyunjin shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to not appear flustered; but his cheeks are dusted with a pink color and he looks a bit shy in a way that Minho thinks is adorable. He can’t help but wonder if Hyunjin remains that shy in the bedroom. “I’ll see you at home?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you there.” Minho smiles and he nods his head before he has to watch Hyunjin walking away. Minho looks back down at the drink in his hand and takes a sip before he looks over at Yeonjun.”
Yeonjun is staring at him with an amused smirk on his face. “He likes you.”
“We’re friends.”
Yeonjun snorts out a laugh. “He’s trying to take care of you.”
“Because we’re friends. Your friends would do the same to you if you hadn’t threatened to withhold sex if they tried.”
Yeonjun looks amused but thoughtful at the same time. “Yeah, maybe. It’s better that way for them, though.”
Minho just sighs and takes a drink of what Hyunjin brought him. It’s good, whatever it is, and Minho spends the rest of the break sipping on the iced coffee until he and Yeonjun go their separate ways for class. Once he reaches the dance department building, Minho sees Felix. Felix is chatting with some girl as they stand outside the front doors on the landing of the staircase. Minho definitely doesn’t feel jealous at the way that Felix smiles at her - that would be silly. The two of them chat until Felix looks over at Minho and sees him. He says something to the girl, ignoring the way that she frowns at his sudden departure, and he goes over to Minho. “I thought I had seen you have class here this block,” Felix says, referring to the time that they’d all shared their schedules. “Walk with me?”
“Mn,” Minho agrees with a nod of his head. Felix opens the door and holds it open for both of them. He lets it close behind him and he quickly catches up with Minho so that they’re walking side-by-side toward the locker rooms. “What class do you have?”
Minho listens as Felix explains that he’s in a class that focuses on connected movements, to make the dancing more fluid. Minho and Felix change into their workout clothes in the locker room and then head to their classroom’s. Minho’s class is closest to the locker rooms, and when they get there, Felix gives Minho a quick hug before rushing off to his own classroom. Minho stands there, staring blankly after him for several moments before he actually goes into the classroom.
Things slowly start to change after that, but Minho tries not to focus on it. He reminds himself that it’s his mind playing tricks on him. Changbin didn’t really stare at him as he bent over to pick up the books he dropped. Chan didn’t actually place a warm hand on the back of his neck, thumb pressing against his pulse point on the side of it. Felix didn’t stare at him after he exited the bathroom post-shower with clothes sticking to his body. All of it was just his imagination. Yeonjun keeps telling him that his roommates are trying to hit on him - “Maybe they’re trying to see who you’ll fuck first,” Yeonjun teases before Minho throws some french fries at his face while Yeonjun just cackles in response. There are lingering touches, glances from across the room that feel heavy enough that Minho feels like he’s drowning. Still, it doesn’t mean anything. That’s what Minho tells himself so that he doesn’t overthink it.
It doesn’t mean anything when he's cooking dinner with help from Seungmin and Jeongin that Seungmin stays close to his back as he shows Seungmin what to do. Seungmin is close enough that Minho can imagine what he feels like, but he still doesn’t touch Minho. It takes all of Minho’s self-control to focus on dinner and not the warmth radiating from the body behind him. When he showers later, he imagines Seungmin pinning him against the counter and he’s glad that the spray of the water and pressing his mouth against the arm he’s got braced against the wall helps to muffle the sound that escapes him when he gets himself off to the thought.
“This is all your fault,” Minho grumbles to Yeonjun. It’s several weeks into the semester now and he’s reached a point that he can barely stay at home anymore because his thoughts are consumed with his roommates and how thoroughly they could wreck him. Yeonjun laughs while their friends just shake their heads at him. Minho huffs as he crosses his arms on the top of the table. “Don’t look at me like that, I’ve not done anything. I’m not that desperate.”
“It would be okay if you did, you know,” Sunghoon comments, making Minho raise a brow at him. Sunghoon simply shrugs his shoulders.
“He’s right, though. I mean, I know we give Yeonjun shit - but that’s because he’s stringing his alphas along,” says Wonjin. “If you want to hook up with one of your roommates-”
“Or all of them,” Yeonjun interjects.
“Yes, or all of them, and they’re into it, too, then why not?”
Minho sighs and runs his hands through his hair a few times. “Because we’re roommates. And it’s hard enough for them to take me seriously. Do you really think they would if we slept together? They’d just see me as some pathetic omega.”
Sunghoon idly stirs the ice in his cup with his straw as he says, “I don’t think they would.” Minho scoffs out a laugh and Sunghoon sets his cup down. “I’m serious. I’ve seen you with them.”
“Hyunjin’s all but trying to court you. So is Chan,” Yeonjun points out, which Minho just shakes his head at despite the way he finds his heart constricting with the feeling of want at Yeonjun’s words. “I’m not sure about the others; never seen them around you before. None of them have tried anything have they?”
“No,” answers Minho with another shake of his head. “Not really. I mean, there’s been a few times when I thought there were signs but then nothing really happened.”
“Maybe they’re waiting for you to make the first move,” suggests Wonjin.
The comment haunts him all the way home, distracts him to the point he’s not entirely sure that he didn’t accidentally bump into anyone on his way back. It’s why he doesn’t notice the alpha sidling up to him as he starts to punch in the code to the door until there’s an arm around him and a greasy voice in his ear saying, “Aren’t you a pretty thing? Who left you all alone?”
“Ugh,” Minho groans and quickly shoves the guy’s arm from around him. He’s an alpha, not much bigger than Minho but big enough that Minho is already on alert. He’s never liked alphas that act as though they have a right to any omega simply because of their biology. “Fuck off, I’m not interested.”
“I’m sure I could show you a better time than whatever alpha you’re here to see.”
“I already said that I’m not interested. Leave me alone.” Minho decides he’s just going to leave until he’s sure one of the others is home in case the guy tries to do something dumb and he doesn’t finish punching in the code.
He starts to walk away but he suddenly finds himself pushed up against the wall. Minho quickly spins around and throws a punch at the alpha’s face, making the guy stumble backward. He growls at Minho before the two of them start fighting. Minho’s more focused on just holding his ground to really keep track of who does what; but, he is aware enough that he knows he’s going to have a few bruises later. “What the fuck is going on?” demands Chan when he steps into the hallway from the elevator. He quickly rushes over and yanks the alpha away from Minho. The guy stumbles away as he tells Chan to back off. “I don’t think so. You back off. He’s not interested in you .”
The alpha scoffs then before he says, “Claim your omega before you let him wander around here.”
“He’s not an object.” Minho quickly looks up at Chan, nearly thrown off balance. He expected Chan to start spouting typical alpha posturing where he’d have to remind them both that he wasn’t something to be owned. “He’s my friend, and he’s clearly not interested in you, so just leave him alone.”
Chan wraps an arm around Minho’s shoulders, then, and leads Minho over to the door so that they can go into the apartment before the other alpha can say anything else. The apartment is quiet when they go inside. “Thanks,” Minho says through the lump in his throat as the two of them take their shoes off. He freezes when Chan takes his chin in hand and inspects his face. “What are you-?”
“You have a scrape from where he hit you,” Chan says. Despite his calm tone of voice, there’s an anger to his eyes that nearly makes Minho cower from the intensity even though he knows it’s not directed at him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“I can defend myself.”
Chan nods his head with a faint smile tugging on his lips. “I know. I’m still sorry. Nobody else has given you shit, have they?” Minho shakes his head as well as he can with Chan still gently holding his face. “Good. Maybe you should start wearing something of one of ours so that doesn’t happen again.”
Minho wets his lips. “I can t-”
“Take care of yourself, I know.” Chan laughs softly with another small smile, but then his brow furrows. “But I don’t want you to have to fight someone off just to get into our home. And if it helps…”
“Are you sure you just don’t want to see me in your clothes?” Minho teases. He had meant it as nothing more than a joke, a way to try to ease away some of the tension in the air, but it backfires because Minho thinks it only adds to the heaviness in the air - especially when he notices the way that Chan’s eyes darken.
“And if I said ‘yes’?”
Minho opens his mouth to reply but the moment is broken by Jeongin and Seungmin coming into the apartment. “Movie night!” Jeongin exclaims. “I get to pi- What happened to your face?”
His comment is directed to Minho, who finally moves away from Chan. “Nothing,” Minho insists. “I’m going to shower before everyone gets here. Use my card to order pizza. It’s in my bag.”
Minho doesn’t really wait for anyone’s response before he rushes off to his room to get a change of clothes before his shower. He doesn’t take too long in the shower, mostly he’s just wanting to get rid of the lingering feeling of his skin crawling from where that annoying alpha had touched him. He also needs to take care of the abrasion on his face; but he decides to do that after he showers and changes into something comfortable.
There’s a knock on the door while Minho looks for the first aid kit he knows that they have somewhere. Felix has used it a few times after his martial arts classes, and Minho isn’t sure where it’s gone to. “Come in,” Minho says as he closes the cabinet doors.
Changbin comes into the room and he’s holding the first aid kit that Minho’s been looking for. “Chan said you might need this,” he says.
“Oh, yes,” replies Minho with a nod. “I was just looking for that.”
Minho holds his hand out for the box, but Changbin sets it on the sink counter and opens it instead of handing it to him. Minho freezes in place, practically holding his breath when Changbin starts to clean the cut on his face. “Who was it?” Changbin asks, though most of his focus is on what he’s doing.
“I don’t- I don’t know,” Minho answers.
Changbin hums to let Minho know that he heard him, but otherwise doesn’t say much else until he finishes. “Let me see your hand.”
“Huh?”
The chuckle that Changbin makes is quiet but he smiles and holds his hand out anyway. “Your hand. I know you didn’t let him hit you without taking a swing, yourself.”
“Oh.” Minho nods absentmindedly but shows Changbin his hand. Changbin takes a hold of it gently and inspects the back of it. There’s already some bruising on his knuckles, but the skin isn’t broken anywhere. “He was worse off than I was.”
“I’m sure.” Changbin’s tone is honest, not wanting Minho to feel like he was being teased or that Changbin didn’t believe the comment. “Everyone’s waiting for you so we can start the movie.”
“Did you order pizza yet?”
Changbin shakes his head. “No one’s hungry yet. We figured we’d order later.”
Minho nods his head but neither one of them moves to leave the bathroom yet. He wets his lips and notices the way that Changbin’s gaze flicks down to them, lingering when Minho bites his lower lip gently. For a few seconds, Minho thinks Changbin is going to lean in and kiss him, but then Seungmin is shouting at them to hurry up. It makes Changbin chuckle before he uses their joined hands to lead Minho out to the living room.
The other boys look at them as they walk into the room, and it takes all of Minho’s self control to not blush - which he almost wants to laugh at because it’s silly. He’s done nothing to be embarrassed about. Changbin lets go of his hand once they reach the couch and Minho sits down on it next to Chan. Minho almost expects Changbin to join us, but Changbin goes over and sits down on the floor next to Hyunjin in front of the chair that Seungmin is occupying.
Jeongin tells them that he was about to start the movie without them while he uses the remote to start the movie that was paused on the TV. Minho settles into the couch more, getting comfortable and trying not to focus too much on the fact that Chan’s sitting closer to him than is necessary. “Jeongin picked some action movie,” Chan tells Minho, leaning in enough that he can whisper the words to him.
Minho nods, thankful that Chan can’t hear the way his heartbeat picked up with him being so close. Chan might not have been able to hear that, but Minho hears the way that Chan laughs softly when Minho jumps as Chan’s hand rests on his leg. Chan doesn’t do anything with his hand, just rests it there - his skin is warm against Minho’s and even though Chan isn’t moving his hand Minho can’t do anything but stare at it. Minho had put on shorts after his shower and the feeling of Chan’s skin against his own nearly makes Minho’s mind short circuit as he can’t help but think back to everything his friends have been telling him.
After several long moments where Minho doesn’t move Chan’s hand away, he starts to press his fingers into the supple skin beneath them. Minho almost thinks it’s an accident at first; Chan’s attention is on the screen and not the way his fingers press into Minho’s skin. But then his hand shifts a little higher, making Minho gasp inaudibly. Minho is sure his scent spikes - the others in the room shift in place slightly but none of them look away from the TV - and Chan pauses, giving Minho the chance to tell him to stop. Minho bites his lower lip and lifts his leg to press into Chan’s touch more.
That seems to be all the invitation that Chan needs before his hand is shifting higher and toward the inner part of Minho’s thigh where he’s more sensitive. The movie continues to play on the TV and the others seem focused on it, but Minho squirms, unable to follow what is going on as Chan shifts Minho's leg over so that it is draped over his thigh. It makes it easier for Chan to press his fingers into Minho’s skin, to stroke the soft, exposed area in nonsensical patterns that makes Minho drop his head back against the top of the couch.
There’s some explosion on the television, but Minho isn’t focused on it at all. Instead, he’s focused on the way that Chan draws him in closer to his side after slipping his left arm around Minho’s waist. His right hand is still touching any part of Minho’s thigh that he can reach. Chan ducks down, shifting how he’s sitting just enough that he can brush his lips against the side of Minho’s neck. Minho whimpers softly, the sound drowned by the TV and he tilts his head to give Chan better access. Chan runs his tongue over the sensitive skin there on Minho’s neck before he kisses and gently bites the skin, working it between his teeth enough to leave a mark. Minho usually hates those, but he finds that he suddenly wants them everywhere - he wants Chan’s mouth and hands everywhere, and he knows the scent of his arousal at the thought alone can be sensed by everyone in the room. “You smell so good,” Chan mumbles as he slides his hand up from the inside of Minho’s thigh to cup him through his shorts.
The movie isn’t enough to muffle Minho’s whine this time, as he rolls his hips up against the touch that is still too gentle for Minho's liking, catching the attention of the others in the room. Minho knows that they had to have heard him, but none of them react. They continue to watch the movie as Chan manhandles Minho onto his lap so that Minho is sitting facing the front of the room. Minho lifts his arms when he feels Chan start to pull up on his shirt; the material is quickly discarded and Chan presses kisses along Minho’s spine followed by sharp teeth and swipes of his tongue that makes Minho grind down against him. “Chan, please,” Minho whines. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah? Gonna make it good for me, omega?” Chan replies. Minho’s hips jerk against his own accord and he whines as Chan refers to him as ‘omega’. It wasn’t something he’s ever enjoyed in the past, but hearing the way Chan says it nearly makes him cum already.
Minho quickly helps Chan get the rest of his clothes off, and Chan’s shorts and boxers are tugged down out of the way. Minho’s covered in slick, which makes it easy for Chan to slip a finger inside of him after he instructs Minho to lift himself up on his knees enough to let Chan do so. He doesn’t take too long prepping Minho, but he does make sure to get three fingers inside of him and is able to easily slide them in and out of Minho before he grabs Minho’s hips and helps the omega sink down onto his length. Minho’s moan is long and drawn out as he settles into place, taking all of Chan easily.
Minho breathes shakily through his nose, taking only a few seconds to adjust before he lets Chan direct him up onto his knees more only to sink down on Chan’s dick again. The others have finally stopped the movie and are watching the two of them; Minho whimpers as he realizes that he can see them watching him. Some of them have a hand on their own dick, while others are simply watching almost in awe as Minho rides Chan. He should feel embarrassed or ashamed, but all he feels is the need for more . “Fuck that’s hot,” groans Jisung. Minho whines out a moan, arching his back as he watches the way that Hyunjin wraps his hand around Jisung’s length across the room.
Hyunjin chuckles as he smirks, watching Minho continue to move on top of Chan. “Don’t worry, pretty,” Hyunjin says, “you’ll get your turn with this one, too.”
The promise in the words makes a shudder travel down Minho’s spine. A part of him knows that they should probably talk before things go any farther than they have already, but he’s too caught up in the feeling of Chan pressing into him, in the heady scent of sex mixing with the unmistakable scents of alphas and betas surrounding him to care much about that just yet. “Fuck, look at him,” says Seungmin, groaning as he simply presses a hand against himself through his jeans. “So desperate for an alpha inside him he doesn’t care that we’re still here.”
Minho’s breath catches in his throat and he whines. He blushes deeply but he doesn’t try to argue. Chan grips his hips tightly, stopping him from moving only to hold him in place so that Chan can thrust up into him. It’s quick and fast and the slick sound of Chan sliding into him fills the room along with Minho’s little gasps and moans at each movement. “Bet he would’ve bent over for us that first night,” says Jisung.
Minho shakes his head, his pride wanting him to insist that he wouldn’t have, that he wasn’t that desperate; but then Chan’s hand wraps around his length and gives him a few careful strokes and he’s crying out as he cums. He hears some of them laugh at him and he collapses back against Chan’s chest. Chan just wraps his arms around Minho’s waist and continues to thrust up into him until he spills inside of him. Minho whines and presses himself down on Chan’s length completely, wanting to feel the alpha pressed into him completely.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jeongin says, sounding almost bored, though the way his eyes track Minho’s movements as Chan lifts him up and off his dick says otherwise. “He’ll let us now - our pretty omega.”
Minho whimpers but nods his head frantically with soft and breathy repeated gasps of, “yes” passing his lips.
“Someone take him,” Chan instructs them and again Minho’s pride almost wants to shout, to tell them to stop speaking about him like he’s some sort of object; but the feeling of want that curls into his stomach and makes him want to be whatever they want of him makes him start pleading until Changbin has him bent over the arm of the couch and is thrusting into him in one swift action.
Minho’s back arches more when Changbin grabs his hair and pulls; it’s not quite enough to hurt, but it’s enough to make Minho move to where Changbin wants him. “Fucking hell, he’s still tight,” groans Changbin. HIs pace is less forgiving than Chan’s had been, and Minho nearly finds himself being knocked over the arm over the couch completely each time.
“Of course he is,” says Felix from somewhere off to Minho’s right. He can’t see Felix but he can feel the beta’s eyes on him anyway. Minho can hear the sounds of some of the others in the room touching, kissing, maybe even more; but he’s too unfocused to really look and see who’s doing what. All he can focus on is the sound of Felix’s voice and the way that Changbin’s bruising grip on his hip and the one hand in his hair keeps him exactly where he wants him. “Our pretty omega’s a perfect hole for us.”
Minho whimpers and nods his head as best he can with Changbin’s tight grip on his hair. “Y-yes,” he moans. He’s hard again and aching by the time Changbin’s buried to the hilt and releasing inside him with a groan in his ear. Changbin shoves him forward as he pulls away and Minho wants to complain at the careless action but he finds that it just makes him want to chase after Changbin again, to do better so that Changbin wants to stay inside him.
Before he can try, though, he’s maneuvered onto the floor by several hands. Felix settles himself between Minho’s parted legs and wraps one of Minho’s legs around him. His hand grips tightly to Minho’s thigh as he presses himself into Minho’s leaking hole. Felix is gentle and slow, the pace such a contrast to Changbin that it makes Minho whimper. Felix drags out each thrust into him while angling his hips just right so that he manages to hit Minho’s prostate each time. Minho chants Felix’s name as he hangs on tightly to the beta that’s kissing and sucking on the side of his neck. The change of pace is almost strange but it feels so, so good at the same time. He doesn’t want Felix to ever stop. Felix’s actions become a little less smooth and a little more frantic the closer he gets to climaxing. “Please, please, Lix, please,” Minho moans into his ear. “Wanna feel you.” Felix’s lips find his and Minho cums between them with a moan that allows Felix’s tongue to slip into his mouth through his parted lips. When the kiss breaks, Minho continues to urge Felix on. He can’t quite catch his breath and his voice is airy as he runs a hand through Felix’s hair while the other arm is wrapped around his shoulders to cling tightly to him. He gasps as he feels Felix cum inside him and he tightens himself around Felix, making him groan against the side of Minho’s neck.
He lazily thrusts into Minho a few more times, making him whimper at how sensitive he feels and then he gets up when someone insists it’s their turn. Minho’s a bit too out of focus to know who says it; but, then Jisung is groaning into his ear as he pushes himself inside Minho. Jisung says all sorts of filthy things in Minho’s ear about how good he feels. Jisung’s pace is frantic right off the start with no real rhythm to it, but he moves quickly and with enough force that it pushes Minho along the floor a little. Minho cries out and arches his back, quickly growing hard again as Jisung’s thrusts randomly have his dick pressing against Minho’s prostate. Minho chants his name over and over like a prayer until Jisung spills inside him as well, adding to the mess already there.
Minho’s panting for breath and clenching his hole around nothing after Jisung pulls out of him and someone guides him over onto his hands and knees. He sobs and lowers his forehead to the floor when someone else pushes into him before he can really catch his breath. Minho’s is a mess, he feels his body shaking, but still he encourages the man inside him to go faster, harder until they comply. Jeongin wraps a hand around his throat and squeezes - not enough to actually cut off his air supply, but enough that he can feel it. Minho gasps and whimpers as he pushes himself back into each thrust of Jeongin’s hips. He can feel Jeongin’s actions becoming more unsteady as he chases his release and all he can do is let Jeongin use him however he wants.
Jeongin lets go of Minho’s neck in order to wrap his hand around Minho’s length, instead. Jeongin strokes Minho in time to each of his thrusts, and Minho cries out as he spills over Jeongin’s hand. He whines as Jeongin pulls out of him to stroke himself until he releases on the back of Minho’s thighs. Minho doesn’t know when Seungmin had settled onto the ground next to them, but Seungmin barely waits for Jeongin to let go of Minho before he’s tugging Minho over to sit on him. Minho’s got one knee on either side of Seungmin as he drops down onto Seungmin’s dick once Seungmin lines them up correctly.
Minho cries out as he moves, not able to do much himself out of the exhaustion that he feels building in his body, but he lets Seungmin lift him up and pull him back down onto his length. There are hands holding him upright instead of letting him fall forward over Seungmin, and hands carding through his hair. Minho hears someone telling him how good he is, how perfect. It makes him keen as he rests his hands on Seungmin’s chest. “Our perfect omega,” Minho hears someone breathe into his ear. It makes him whimper. There’s a nip to his ear lobe before someone’s lips are on the junction of his neck and jaw. Minho tilts his head to give them more access as Seungmin starts to pound into him more quickly. It causes Minho’s breath to escape him in soft pants. Minho is yanked down onto Seungmin’s cock harshly, allowing Seungmin to be buried completely in him as he cums with a broken moan.
“Can you take one more?” asks the voice that has just been praising him, and Minho glances over to see Hyunjin looking at him with a darkened gaze. There’s concern there, but want as well and Minho pulls Hyunjin into a messy kiss that makes Seungmin groan beneath him. Seungmin hisses out of sensitivity as Hyunjin helps Minho stand up on shaky legs.
Minho wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulders and Hyunjin’s hands grasp his thighs. Minho gasps into the kiss as Hyunjin picks him up. They continue to kiss until Hyunjin pins him against one of the walls, making Minho gasp. “Hyun-Hyunjin, please,” Minho whines as he rolls his hips forward against him.
“You gotta hold still for me, baby,” says Hyunjin with a soft chuckle as he rests his forehead against Minho’s.
Somehow Minho manages to do so long enough for Hyunjin to press his length into him. Minho’s moan is as broken as his voice and he kisses Hyunjin again as Hyunjin slowly pushes all the way in. Minho pants against Hyunjin’s mouth when Hyunjin starts to move, starting at a slow, gentle pace that reminds him of the way that Felix had been. Minho clings to him, breaking the kiss to chant Hyunjin’s name and beg him to fuck him harder. Hyunjin doesn’t comply at first, choosing instead to tease Minho with the way he rolls his hips forward without pulling out of Minho very far. It’s not until Minho gasps and says, “I need you, alpha,” that Hyunjin starts thrusting into him earnestly. Minho cries out with each well aimed thrust of Hyunjin’s hips. He’s shaking in Hyunjin’s arms but urging him to fill him up. Minho sobs as he releases between them, and there are still tears rolling down his face when Hyunjin starts to kiss and nip along his neck again. Minho’s unaware of the words that tumble past his lips, at the things he says that makes the others in the room want him all over again while he begs Hyunjin to mark him, to claim him, to knot him.
“Gonna fill you up like you want,” Hyunjin groans into Minho’s ear.
Hyunjin doesn’t knot him - can’t since they’re not in rut or heat - but he makes sure to pull Minho as close to him as possible to keep as much inside of him when he releases into his dripping hole. Minho seeks out Hyunjin’s lips again as it happens, whimpering and moaning against them as he feels full and sore and exhausted. He’s trembling again as Hyunjin holds onto him, riding out the waves of his orgasm while praising Minho all over again. With Hyunjin’s words in his ear, he’s sure that Hyunjin will keep him from falling to the ground, and Minho’s exhaustion takes over, causing Minho to pass out before he can do much else.
When he wakes up again, he’s in a room that isn’t his. He’s also wearing clothes that aren’t his. He starts to panic until he realizes there’s an arm around his waist with someone’s face pressed against the back of his neck. He takes a deep breath and finds himself calmed from the scent that surrounds him. Hyunjin. He's in Hyunjin's room. He looks around at the different pictures and paintings on the wall until he feels Hyunjin pull him closer. “You're awake,” Hyunjin mumbles. “How do you feel?”
Minho tries to take inventory of the way his body feels. There's some general aches and pains, and he’s still exhausted, but mostly he just feels… good. He feels relaxed in a way he's not sure he's ever felt. Hyunjin's hand is idly stroking over his torso and it's almost distracting, but it's more soothing than anything. “Did that actually happen?” he asks instead of really answering Hyunjin's question.
“You mean did you actually let all seven of us fuck you until you passed out?” His amusement dances in his voice, and he's smirking as he coaxes Minho to turn over so he's facing Hyunjin. “Yeah. Chan wants us all to talk once you’re rested.”
“How long was I out?”
“A while.” Hyunjin reaches out and plays with Minho’s hair with a soft smile. “We got you cleaned up, and they just ordered pizza a bit ago. It should be here soon.”
Minho nods, idly reaching forward and toying with the string of the hooded sweatshirt that Hyunjin’s wearing. Hyunjin waits - he wants to ask what’s on Minho’s mind, because clearly there’s something, but he waits so that Minho can say it whenever he’s ready. Minho slowly raised his gaze from the string that he’s fiddling with to Hyunjin’s eyes. Hyunjin smiles softly, which makes Minho smile as well; though his smile is much more hesitant. “That… wasn’t a one time thing, was it?”
Hyunjin shakes his head, pulling Minho closer with an arm around his waist. “I know that’s what Chan wants to talk about. We definitely should have actually talked about things before anything happened. I don’t know about the others, but for me, I don’t want it to be just a one off.” Minho doesn’t say anything and Hyunjin worries that maybe he misread everything. “Unless you don’t want that. I don’t want you to feel forced or anything.”
Hyunjin’s brow furrows and Minho hates the way that Hyunjin suddenly looks worried. Minho can’t find the words to say to tell Hyunjin that he really, really doesn’t want being with him - being with them - to be a thing that only happened once. So he grabs the front of Hyunjin’s hoodie and yanks him in close enough to kiss him. Hyunjin smiles into the kiss and returns it wholeheartedly. Minho laughs into the kiss when Hyunjin rolls them over so that Hyunjin is on top of him; and, the two of them continue to lay there trading lazy kisses. Minho’s hand sifts through Hyunjin’s hair a few times before he grips the long strands to keep them from falling forward. One of Hyunjin’s hands repeatedly strokes Minho’s thigh, making Minho realize he’s wearing shorts again, and he presses into the touch slightly.
“Hyunjin,” says a voice from the door. It makes them break the kiss and Hyunjin sighs as they both look to where Chan is leaning against the doorframe. Chan is trying his best to look irritated, but he just looks amused instead. “You’re supposed to bring him out to talk with us, not keep him to yourself.”
“I can’t help it,” replies Hyunjin. “He’s so pretty.”
Minho scoffs and shoves Hyunjin off of him, which makes Hyunjin laugh as he falls over onto his side. Minho scrambles up off of the bed, but then winces - there’s the ache that he was expecting. “Careful.” Chan mumbles the word as he reaches out and grabs Minho’s arm. “Are you okay?”
“Mn,” Minho replies with a nod of his head. “Sore, but… I’ll live.” Chan’s brows furrow together and Minho sighs, shoving at his arm gently. “I promise, I’m fine. Let’s go.”
Chan nods his head and starts to walk to the living room, the other two trailing close behind. Minho sits down on the couch next to Jisung with a groan, and Hyunjin squeezes himself in-between Minho and the arm of the couch. “TV off,” Chan instructs.
“You’re not the boss of-” Jisung starts to say (he’s in the middle of a racing game with Changbin and Jeongin, but Chan shuts the TV off for them. “Hey!”
“You might be an alpha, Sung, but he’s still older than you,” Changbin reminds Jisung. Jisung sighs but mumbles an apology to Chan anyway. “Are-”
“I’m fine,” Minho interrupts. He really doesn’t need all of them asking him the same question. Though he appreciates the concern, he doesn’t want to have to repeat himself anymore. “I am really, really okay - please, no one ask anymore.”
There’s an awkward silence that follows. Minho knows that they need to talk, that they had already planned on talking with him once he was awake again; but it seems that none of them know where to start. So, Minho huffs out a breath and says, “If what happened is something you don’t want to happen again, that’s fine.”
“Are you kidding?” laughs Seungmin, an amused smirk tugging on his lips. “You’re hot - why would any of us not want to hookup again?”
Minho almost wants to wince. He’s not sure he wants things to just be a hookup - but he also doesn’t want any of them to feel like it has to be more. “What are the boundaries?” asks Jeongin, making the others look at him. “I mean if there’s going to be sex, we should make sure we’re all on the same page, right?”
“He’s right,” Chan replies with a nod of his head. “If anyone is uncomfortable with anything that happened tonight, or they have some ground rules for continuing, now’s the time to speak up. And things can always change, too. Anyone can change their mind at any time.” There are some murmurs of agreement to that and Minho looks around the room at everyone. They all seem fairly comfortable. Felix is sitting practically on Changbin’s lap while he leans back against Seungmin on the second couch. Jisung has a leg thrown over Jeongin’s next to him on his other side, and Chan’s occupying the armchair looking at all of them carefully while Hyunjin is still practically glued to Minho’s side. “I think we should all get tested.”
There are agreements across the room, nobody really finding any fault in that logic. They’ve all had other partners in the past; it wasn’t the smartest idea to hookup without condoms, but it was done already. They could just do better in the future. “So, is this just an everyone sleeps with Minho thing or is everyone cool with whatever?” Changbin asks the question so casually and Minho almost wants to hide away at how plainly he puts it out there.
He feels thankful that none of them are paying him too much mind. “I’m cool with whatever,” Jisung comments with a shrug of his shoulders. He’d already hooked up with Hyunjin and Changbin while the others were busy with Minho, after all. He’d never hooked up with another alpha before, but he had found that he didn’t really mind it as much as he probably should have.
“I’m not sure what I want,” says Jeongin. “I mean, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to hooking up with Minho again, but…” He eyes the others in the room almost warily.
“That’s okay,” Changbin insists. He gives Jeongin a reassuring smile that the younger man returns. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. But it’s better that we start the conversation now before anything else happens.”
“Is this… whatever exclusive?” asks Seungmin. “I mean, are we cool with anyone here hooking up with someone outside this group if we’re gonna be messing around?” Seungmin’s sure that all of them have partners that help them through their ruts and if that’s going to continue, then they should all know about it.
“That’s…” Minho starts to talk and he wraps his arms around his legs, hugging them to his chest after everyone looks at him. “I don’t… I mean…” He huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “Seven guys is a lot - I probably won’t hook up with anyone else.” His response earns a few chuckles from the others, which eases some of the tension that’s built in Minho’s shoulders. “But I’m not going to dictate what you all do. If you want to be with someone else, too, that’s up to you.”
“What if…” Hyunjin says, making the others look over at him. Hyunjin shrugs his shoulders before he speaks again. “What if we don’t want this to just be a hookup?”
“What do you mean?”
Felix chuckles and it makes Minho look over at him with a furrowed brow. “Things got pretty intense between you two,” he says as he gestures between Minho and Hyunjin. “Do you remember what you asked him to do?” Minho shakes his head slowly and Felix laughs again while Hyunjin mumbles at him to shut up.
Hyunjin’s face flushes and it reminds Minho of when he had brought him that coffee. “What did I say?”
“Are you sure you want to know?” Felix arches a brow and Minho nods his head once. “You asked him to mark and knot you.”
“Shut up, I did not.” Minho’s response is automatic and he can feel the way that his face heats up as he quickly turns to look at Hyunjin next to him. “I’m sorry! I did-”
“I liked it,” Hyunjin interrupts with a shrug of his shoulders. He’s trying to seem more calm than he feels as he wraps an arm around Minho’s shoulders. Minho isn’t sure what to think about it at first; he doesn’t ever ask for those things, he’s never wanted those things before. He’s always been of the mind that he’d never let an alpha claim him. He can’t help the way that his stomach twists with want at the idea, though. “I’m not expecting that to happen.” Hyunjin’s tone is soft and Minho can hear the sincerity in it; it makes some of his panic ease. “While I would love to have you walk around here wearing my mark-” He breaks off with an amused chuckle at the way that Minho’s face colors bright red again. Minho tells him to shut up and shrugs Hyunjin’s arm off of his shoulders. “I kind of want to take you on a date.”
“Oh.” Minho blinks slowly several times before he looks back over at Hyunjin. Hyunjin doesn’t look like he’s joking and Minho very slowly nods his head. “I… Okay.”
“Okay.” Hyunjin is smiling brightly, even though he seems to be trying to not seem too excited about the fact that Minho agreed to a date.
“So, just to put this all out in the open,” says Chan, making everyone look over at him instead of where Hyunjin has his arm around Minho, hugging him close again. “You two are dating and everyone is okay with everyone hooking up?” There’s agreements from everybody, and Minho can’t help but marvel at the fact that despite the conversation being awkward, nothing about the situation feels awkward. “Please make sure you discuss what you’re okay with and not okay with when it comes to sex with one another before there’s anymore of that.”
“Yes, dad,” Seungmin drones, earning himself a decorative pillow thrown at his face.
Chan is about to say something else, but there’s a knock on the door, announcing the arrival of their pizza and they all get distracted by food. Minho is instructed to sit where he is and he argues at first, but once they’re all sitting around the living room eating their pizza (Minho was given his slices by Changbin and brought a bottle of water by Jisung), he’s got a small, pleased smile on his face. Maybe it’s not so bad having seven people to take care of him. He might just have to thank Yeonjun instead of strangling him, he decides.