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After Mingle, everybody had lined up for voting as usual, but their expressions said otherwise. Their faces and hands were still splattered with the blood of their dead friends, their minds still wandering back to the memory of seeing some of the few people they had liked in this hellhole get shot and dragged away by the guards. 

They were all so physically and mentally spent from being trapped in the same area as a bunch of moody Omegas, horny Alphas, and angry Betas. The only reason that nobody had gotten their rut or heat yet - despite the amount of Alpha and Omega pheromones in the place - was because of some weird injection that the guards had given them when they were asleep. Nobody knew for sure that it was an injection, but everybody had the same bandaid on their left arm and the same aching arm.

Myung-gi was especially tired. He was tired of Namgyu and Thanos. He was tired of Jun-hee ignoring him and treating him like trash. And he was especially tired of having to play these games, so when it was his turn to vote, he didn’t hesitate to press X, ignoring Thanos’ glare from behind making a dent in his back.

He was also scheduled to have his heat in a few days, and he did not want to test if the injection they had been given was really going to work or not. 

So when the last person voted and it was in X’s favor, he almost cried from joy. He looked around for Jun-hee before seeing her hug Dae-ho happily, a big, sincere smile on her face. Oh. She really had moved on. If she had moved on, Myung-gi guessed that it was his turn to do so as well.

The bad part about the X’s winning was that they had to wait until the next morning to go home, and Myung-gi didn’t want to deal with Thanos’ bullshit at the moment. He just wanted to go home and lay in his bed - oh wait. He was supposed to pay his overdue rent yesterday. His landlord probably kicked his stuff out already. Shit.

He stayed in bed until the morning, luckily not being approached by Thanos or his little sidekick Namgyu. In that peacefulness away from them, he just thought. Thought about his future when he got back to the real world. Player 456 had promised to contact as many people as he could find and give them money if they needed it, so Myung-gi didn’t need to worry about his debt. Jun-hee was definitely going to leave him for good and have the baby on her own. He could easily get a new apartment with the money though, so he didn’t have to worry about his annoying landlord again.

But his mind kept wandering back to Thanos. His fluffy purple hair and sharp black eyes. Myung-gi wanted to be his Omega so bad…

Wait. What the fuck was he thinking? 

Thanos was his mortal enemy. The man would probably beat him up, not treat him lovingly like a proper Alpha.

With all of these weird thoughts, Myung-gi decided that it would be best to try and sleep. He was pretty exhausted already, so it didn’t take much time for him to drift away on the hard mattress.

Myung-gi woke up to frantic screaming and a strong grip on his wrist. What the fuck was happening? He looked up to see… Thanos? Why was Thanos holding his arm like he was going to disappear if he didn’t?

“Let go of me.” Myung-gi said firmly, squirming in Thanos’ sturdy hold. “I said let go of me goddamnit!”

Thanos rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m not letting go of you, so don’t even try.”

“Why?! What the fuck do you want from me? Isn’t that enough money for you?” Myung-gi then added sarcastically, “Oh, my bad, I forgot that you’re a greedy bastard.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Thanos said it so harshly that it genuinely made Myung-gi shut up and get worried about whether or not he was going to be able to go back to the real world or not. “I’m only holding onto you because I heard that you get transported back with the person closest to you.”

Hearing this made Myung-gi frantically try to get Thanos away from him even more. “I don’t wanna be dropped off with you, let me go!” His cries were useless, however, because soon the guards approached him and Thanos, injecting them with something that made him go unconscious immediately.

“LEE MYUNG-GI!” Thanos yelled at the smaller man, whose eyes fluttered open after a few more desperate screams from Thanos.

His eyes were immediately met with a black void, only small bits of light from what he assumed were streetlights peeking into the blindfold. His arms and legs were tied up, his bare skin against the pavement - wait. Where were his clothes at? He started panicking, not wanting to be in his underwear in front of Thanos of all people, and also because he didn’t want Thanos to know that he was trans… at least not yet. 

Thanos seemed to feel Myung-gi’s squirming and silent panicking and kicked him in the stomach lightly to get his attention. “Calm the fuck down and untie my wrists with your mouth.”

Myung-gi hated that idea. “I don’t want to put rope in my mouth!” He protested weakly, not sure if he was yelling at Thanos or the concrete. “And I also don’t want you to see me half- naked.”

Thanos audibly sighed at the man’s arguments and groaned. “We’re not gonna be able to get out of here if you don’t untie me Myung-gi. I won’t look, I swear.”

Myung-gi thought it over for a few moments and begrudgingly agreed, shimmying his face closer towards Thanos’ hands and biting down on the rope, slowly pulling it and untying it. When the rope was finally loose enough for Thanos to take his hands out, he untied his legs and then turned around, feeling Myung-gi for something.

Myung-gi recoiled as much as he could, his bonds making it hard to move. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Thanos sighed irritably, as if Myung-gi was supposed to read his mind and know why he was feeling the other up. “I’m trying to untie your hands without looking, since you’re so particular about me not seeing you in your underwear.”

“Well, yeah. Who wouldn’t be particular about that?” Myung-gi tried to say it with attitude, but he just sounded like a whiny puppy.

“Just turn around.”

Myung-gi obediently did so, wanting to get out of this awkward situation as quickly as possible. Thanos’ hands moved down his back before finally finding his wrists, getting dangerously close to the fabric of Myung-gi’s underwear, making the other gulp. He untied Myung-gi’s wrists and let him untie his legs, keeping his blindfold on.

“Uh…” Myung-gi hesitated before fully taking off his blindfold. “Can I take off my blindfold?”

“Yeah. I don’t care because I’m not a pussy like you.”

Okay. That was harsh, but true. Myung-gi took off his blindfold and scanned the road they were on for his clothes, putting them on haphazardly, so eager for his comfortable baggy jeans and white shirt after being in a stinky tracksuit for so long.

“You can take off the blindfold now.”

Thanos almost ripped off his blindfold and took a gasp, sucking in as much air as possible as if the blindfold was restricting him from breathing. Thanos’ weird reaction made Myung-gi look at his half-naked body. He was toned. Very toned. Myung-gi had to turn his head back to the pavement awkwardly before Thanos noticed and pretend to fiddle with his dead phone, hoping that Thanos didn’t see Myung-gi's obvious gawking at his figure.

“So, uh…” Thanos was fully clothed now, allowing Myung-gi to look up without shame. He was wearing a black t-shirt, grey baggy jeans, the jewelry that he had on before, and a chain on his pants. “Where’s your place at?”

“I… don’t really have one anymore. And besides, I thought you said you wanted to go back with me.”

“Well, I kinda just wanted to freak you out a little bit.” Thanos was lying. He did want to go home with Myung-gi. He caught a whiff of Myung-gi while in the bathroom earlier, noticing that the other was about to go into heat and therefore getting deadset on going home with the Omega. 

“Oh. Can we… go to your place then?” Myung-gi didn’t really want to go to Thanos’ house, but he also did at the same time. He hated how conflicted his brain always felt around every Alpha whenever he was about to go into heat.

“Yeah, I guess.” Thanos pretended to not like the idea that much, but inside, he was doing jumping jacks and cheering. “Also, you can call me Subong. Since we’re gonna live together and stuff.”

“Okay, but we’re not living together.” Myung-gi said firmly. “This is just until I find a new place.”

“Alright.” Subong was going to make him stay. No matter what. He knew that Myung-gi was his destined mate the minute he first smelled the little Omega, and he wouldn’t let that go without a fight.

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Subong’s apartment was big. Like really big. It was almost the same size as Myung-gi’s mom’s house. Myung-gi just took in the sight, in awe at how spacious it was. There were big windows on the walls, allowing him to look at Seoul from above like some sort of evil supervillain in a movie. It made him feel like a little kid again, not just because of how everything was so big that it made him feel small, but also because he felt giddy just walking around.

“How’d you even afford this with your type of debt?” Myung-gi asked, still admiring the fancy furniture, sitting down on the soft, velvet couch along with Thanos, who sat on the one across from him.

“I bought it before I went into debt.” He looked at Myung-gi before continuing. “Then your whole crypto thing failed and I had to take out loans just to be able to keep this place.”

That stung Myung-gi, but instead of defending himself like he usually did, he just looked at his hands and fiddled with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.” He really did mean it. 

“It’s okay.”

After a few more moments of silence, Thanos moved from his seat on the couch, standing up and walking over to the smaller man, tugging at his arm. “C’mon. Let me show you your room.”

Myung-gi got out of his seat and followed Thanos, catching a whiff of the Alpha’s scent. The strong pheromones radiating from him almost made his knees buckle, but he managed to stay upright and mentally slapped himself for having such a reaction to someone that he should hate.

Thanos led him to a small but cozy room, with a bed big enough to spread out on but small enough so that it would only fit one person, a desk in the corner, and a dresser to store clothes. 

“Thanks.” He smiled at the Alpha feebly, unsure how to react to the sudden hospitality that his enemy was giving him.

Thanos just nodded and walked out, leaving Myung-gi to explore the room as he wanted. In the dresser were a few pairs of clothes, surprisingly for both men and women. But after taking a closer look at the clothes, Myung-gi realized that these weren’t just regular clothes that Subong bought for the comfort of his guests. No, they were clothes from random hookers and flings that Subong got, which was made obvious by the promiscuity of the clothes - dresses that barely reached the upper thigh even if you pulled them down, shorts that cut off right at the butt, crop tops made for men that sometimes even had stains on them, and underwear. Lots and lots of underwear. Subong collected them as if they were trophies, apparently.

Myung-gi observed all this with disgust. Sure he knew Subong was weird, but this weird? The guy acted normal enough on the outside, but he was secretly a freak. 

After a little more digging, Myung-gi found a hoodie to wear. It was comfortable, clean, and smelled nice - well, actually, it smelled like Subong. But Myung-gi convinced himself that it smelled nothing like Subong and just smelled good.

He put on the hoodie and scornfully put on a clean pair of panties that he had found. He was sure that it had been worn by someone else, but it was washed thoroughly enough that he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of his current, stinky clothes. He put the really small shorts over that, not even caring about how they were centimeters away from revealing the fact that he was trans.

Myung-gi was a little scared, though. He felt frightened by the fact that he, an Omega about to go into heat, was sleeping in the same area as an Alpha. He knew that Subong already knew he was about to go into heat. Heck, he could smell it on himself, since the new injection they were given also seemed to cancel out the other one that made them not go through heat, allowing their pheromones to go even wilder than they were before. It wasn’t that obvious before, but it was obnoxiously obvious now.

He wanted to take a shower as well, but after sitting on the soft, cushiony mattress, he couldn’t bring his exhausted body to move and lay down fully, falling asleep before he could even put the blanket over him.

The Omega woke up to an empty apartment, the only remnants of Subong being the strong scent that the apartment developed due to the Alpha living there for so long. It hit him like a truck, body even more sensitive now that he was closer to his heat, and he quickly retreated back to his room, taking a nice, long shower and changing the sheets on the bed. They looked clean, sure, but Myung-gi knew better than that. He was just too tired the night before to do anything about it. He didn’t change his clothes, however. He liked the scent of Subong on them, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

After taking a few deep breaths and mentally preparing himself to step outside and get bombarded by Alpha pheromones, he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to be met with an almost disappointing array of food. There was a lonely, half-empty carton of eggs, milk, and a singular sausage. Not even wrapped in plastic. Just a bare sausage.

Myung-gi genuinely almost cried at this pathetic choice of food. After having to deal with the shitty food he got in the games, he was now met with eggs, milk, and a singular sausage. It almost made him wish to have food from the games again.

Sighing sadly, he cracked open an egg and made himself scrambled eggs for breakfast, seasoning it with the only two things Subong had in his kitchen cabinets beside plates and utensils, salt and pepper. The two most basic things ever. He didn’t even have paprika. Just salt and pepper. 

He pathetically ate his sad meal, scrambled eggs that tasted like shit because he was trying to ration the small amounts of salt and pepper left in the containers.

When Subong came back at 1 am, Myung-gi could almost smell the alcohol on him, mixed with the strange clinical scent of drugs and the earthy scent of weed. The Alpha stumbled towards Myung-gi, who was sitting on the couch and scrolling through social media while waiting for Thanos to come back. 

“Hey!” That yell startled Myung-gi, making him look away from his phone and at the crossfaded Alpha. “MG Coin.” He slurred his words, still stumbling awkwardly while trying to walk. 

Myung-gi’s head started pounding from the amount of pheromones that Subong was accidentally releasing, and he got up to help the other lay on the couch, covering his nose and keeping his arm as extended out as possible, trying to keep his distance.

Subong suddenly keeled over, one hand clutching his stomach while the other covered his mouth. “I needa throw up,” he said pathetically, looking up at Myung-gi expectantly.

Myung-gi groaned before dragging the man towards the bathroom, rubbing circles on his back comfortingly while the usually intimidating Alpha threw his guts up into the toilet bowl. When he finished, he helped Subong to the sink, letting him wash his mouth while Myung-gi closed the toilet lid and flushed.

“Subong.” The man paid no attention to him, but instead clutched his head dramatically. “Hyung.” That caught his attention. Subong looked at him with a new fire in his eyes, as if saying ‘hyung’ unlocked something in him.

“Yeah?” 

“You need to eat something. Follow me.” Subong nodded obediently and followed Myung-gi to the kitchen, watching intently as the Omega took out an omelette he had made earlier from the fridge and placed it in front of him. “Eat.”

He gobbled it up almost instantly, stomach feeling content with real food after being tortured by Thanos the entire night. Sure, it tasted bland, but it was made by his Omega, so who cared?

Myung–gi sat on the couch, looking back at him every now and then before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone. After Subong finished eating, he swiftly put the plate in the sink before stumbling over to the couch and laying on Myung-gi’s lap sweetly. Myung-gi didn’t say anything about it, but it was clear that he was startled by the sudden affection from the Alpha.

They both fell asleep like that, Subong’s head on Myung-gi’s lap, one of Myung-gi’s hands in his hair, with the other hand on the armrest. It felt oddly domestic for people who had tried to beat each other to death just a few days ago, but Thanos didn’t mind. He could live like this with Myung-gi forever.

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Subong woke up to the comforting feeling of small hands in his hair and a soft surface that his face was laying on. He almost went back to sleep, changing his position to a more comfortable one, before realizing that there weren’t just any hands in his hair. No, it was Myung-gi’s hands. The same hands that clicked the ‘post’ button on all the videos that made Subong invest in crypto. The same hands that ruined his life.

He immediately scrambled away from Myung-gi, regretting that decision slightly because moving too fast made his head hurt. His sudden movement also seemed to wake up Myung-gi, who looked up at him groggily, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled. He looked so cute like this…

Get it together, Subong. This is Lee Myung-gi, the man who made you go into crippling debt. This is a man. You don’t like men like that. You just like fucking them.

Sure, he did want to have sex with the Omega. But he also wanted something more. Something deeper than what he wanted from his past girlfriends, who he always broke up with after a few months because he got bored. 

He did really want to be mates with him, but maybe they could be mates without having a romantic relationship? It sounded insane, but he had heard of people who only had mates for sexual relief. He and Myung-gi could be like that.

“Subong?” Myung-gi’s drowsy voice broke him out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong?” He looked at the man on the couch, the one who was looking up at him so sweetly, the one who had called him ‘hyung’ last night in that naturally seductive voice of his, and he freaked out.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” Sexual mates weren’t meant to get this close with each other, and Subong knew that from the articles he read. Not that they were mates yet, but he was just preparing for the future, and his future didn’t include having a romantic life with Lee Myung-gi. “I’m… I’m not gay, okay? I’m only into female omegas like that.”

Myung-gi didn’t say anything for a few moments, but his eyes said everything. He was hurt. “I didn’t say you were.” He tried to make his words sound sharp, but they just sounded weak, making him seem like a hurt puppy. “I’m not gay either.” He had never really concerned himself with labels, but now that Subong was forcing one onto him, he felt compelled to deny it no matter what. 

“Then stop acting like a fucking faggot.”

Subong’s harsh words made Myung-gi flinch, like physically flinch, closing his eyes as if bracing for impact. His reaction made Subong’s heart ache with regret, but he decided that it was too late to feel bad. 

“Just… Leave me the fuck alone.” Subong stayed standing stiffly in front of Myung-gi for a few seconds before continuing. “Be grateful that I even gave your pathetic ass a place to stay.” He turned on his heel, back to Myung-gi, and walked away before waiting for a reaction. He didn’t want to see Myung-gi’s reaction either way, because if he did, he was afraid that he would give in.

Myung-gi didn’t know why Subong freaked out on him like that after he had looked at him so tenderly just the night before. He also didn’t know why he was crying, arms wrapped around his knees in a tight hug, feet on the couch as his whole body shook with each violent sob. 

He wiped away his tears, mentally scolding himself for looking so pitiful while Subong was just in the next room, and decided that he wasn’t going to put up with the Alpha’s bullshit anymore. He walked over to his room determinedly, packed a few clean and appropriate shirts into a suitcase he found under the bed, took a shower and put on his baggy jeans from the games since they were the only clothes appropriate enough to wear in public, and peeled off Subong’s hoodie in a fit of rage before putting it back on shamefully, having nothing else to wear.

He quietly dragged the suitcase out of the door, not even bothering to eat breakfast, his hunger overpowered by anger. 

The day before, he hadn’t left because he didn’t have a spare key to Subong’s house and didn’t want to get locked out, not knowing when the other would come back. Now, he didn’t want to come back and didn’t care if he got locked out. So he made his way down the elevator and out of the apartment building, not even glancing back. 

He whispered random nonsense to himself about how much of a bitch Subong was and about how much he wanted to choke him, only snapping out of it every now and then when the Google Maps voice in his ear told him to make a turn somewhere. 

When he finally reached his old apartment, he almost sighed in relief. His muscles ached from walking so long and he hadn't even noticed it because of how mad he was at Subong. He dragged his suitcase into the building and walked to his landlady’s room.

“Hello?” He knocked once. Then twice. “Ms. Eom?”

The door was yanked open, revealing an old lady with a sour expression on her face. “Oh, it’s you, young man!” She immediately smiled. “Sorry for kicking you out, it’s just that your rent was overdue and we had somebody who wanted the space.” The smile stayed plastered on her face despite the reality behind her words. Myung-gi hated her fake smiles so much, but he didn’t really mind today, since he would finally escape her.

“Yeah, it’s okay, but can I have my stuff back?” His tone did not hide the fact that he was irritated right now, but that didn’t seem to bother Ms.Eom.

“Of course,” she smiled sweetly before disappearing into her messy room. After a few minutes, she reappeared with a suitcase, his suitcase, full of his stuff. “Here you go young man. Did you finally find a pretty girlfriend to move in with?” She laughed at her own question before adding, “Oh who am I kidding, with such a handsome face, you definitely did.”

Myung-gi swiftly dodged the fingers that were about to pinch his cheek and quickly said his farewells before leaving the building, letting out a sigh of relief when the daylight finally hit him. He continued trudging around the city, arms aching from the weight of two suitcases as he walked into a cafe for breakfast.

While eating his breakfast, his arms still sore from carrying two suitcases around, he finally decided to give in and catch a cab back to Subong’s place with the few bills he had in his pocket. He could never walk around the city safely as an omega rapidly approaching heat, and he could especially not go scouring for apartments while his pheromones filled every room he went into, and he had to accept that. 

So he walked out of the cafe defeatedly and called an Uber to Subong’s house, the driver immediately making a face when Myung-gi sat in the car, and he knew why. His scent just screamed “I’m about to go into heat”. He should’ve bought scent inhibitors, but he knew they were unhealthy when you were in heat or about to go into heat.

The ride to Subong’s house felt like a humiliation ritual, the driver sneaking weird glances at Myung-gi whenever he could and the embarrassment of going back to the Alpha’s place after he had just thrown a fit seeping in. He couldn’t even say thank you to the driver properly, just threw some extra cash onto his seat as a tip and awkwardly walked away.

Standing at Subong’s door felt like standing at Death’s door, but instead of signing away his life, he was signing away his dignity. Myung-gi sighed before ringing the doorbell. Thump. Thump. Thump. Was Thanos running? Damn, he didn’t know that the other was so eager to see him.

“Hey Namgy- oh.” Subong’s face immediately fell at the sight of the Omega before him, just making Myung-gi’s embarrassment seep further into his skin. 

“Hi.” He sounded so pathetic, god it was so humiliating. 

“Hey.” Subong let him in and took his suitcases. “Do you need help unpacking?”

“Uhm… Sure.” The whole interaction was so awkward that Myung-gi wanted to dig a deep hole into the Earth and never come back out until he rotted to death. It also didn’t help that Subong’s pheromones were stinking up the entire house, which let him physically feel his heat coming faster.

He dragged Myung-gi’s suitcases to his room and started unzipping one suitcase, Myung-gi unzipping the other. They both quickly got to work, carefully folding each piece of clothing that Ms.Eom had messily thrown into the suitcase, and then placing it into the dresser, taking out the old clothes and reorganizing the whole thing. They worked in comfortable silence, silently stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Myung-gi heard Thanos chuckle and looked up from the t-shirt that he was folding, mouth gaping in horror when he saw Subong observing his underwear like it was some sort of alien specimen. 

“What’s this MG Coin? Didn’t know you had this kinda game.” Thanos held it with one hand in the air like it was contaminated.

Myung-gi was genuinely considering jumping out of the window and plummeting to his death, but he instead just buried his face in his hands and groaned. “It’s mine.” He reached his hand out to grab it but Subong pulled back. “Give it back.” He growled, trying to seem intimidating but just looking like a puppy with its fangs bared.

Subong gave it back with a judging look on his face. Was Myung-gi some sort of hidden pervert? But then he thought back to that time on the street, when Myung-gi didn’t want the other to look at him, and how Myung-gi always peed in stalls, patiently waiting his turn even if every urinal was free and he really needed to go. Oh. Myung-gi is trans.

Myung-gi continued folding clothes, still flustered from the incident before, blush on his cheeks that he desperately tried to hide by holding the clothes he was folding over his face.

This feeble attempt at hiding his blush was quickly caught by Subong, who snatched a shirt away from Myung-gi as he put it over his face. Myung-gi looked down, embarrassed, and grabbed another shirt, trying to keep his head down while he heard the other laugh at Myung-gi quietly.

“I have to ask,” Subong started, breaking the silence again. “How’d you get that girl pregnant if you’re both omegas?”

Myung-gi stayed silent, debating on whether or not to answer Subong’s question. It was pretty personal, but he answered either way. “We wanted a kid together, so she got like… y’know those artificial fertilization things?” Subong nodded, and Myung-gi continued. “Well we decided to get that, despite not being married, and then the whole crypto fail happened and I had to go off the grid, abandoning her and the baby. She never really forgave me for that.”

“Oh. I see.”

Myung-gi nodded pathetically. He could acknowledge that he was a shitty father to their child.

Before the silence between them became more awkward, a loud knock was heard at the door. Subong went to answer it, Myung-gi trailing behind awkwardly. 

“Namgyu?” he called out. Oh, that’s why he thought Myung-gi was Namgyu at first. They had probably scheduled to meet up at around the same time that Myung-gi arrived at his door.

“It’s me, yeah.” A voice came from behind the door, a very recognizable voice. Myung-gi just realized his situation. He was in his enemy’s apartment and his other enemy was also about to enter. If they chose to beat him up, he would have no way of escaping.

Subong opened the door, and the look in Namgyu’s eyes when he saw Myung-gi just confirmed the Omega's anxious thoughts.

“Why the fuck is this bastard here?” Namgyu started to walk towards him, but Subong surprisingly stopped him, extending his arm out to block Namgyu’s body.

“It’s none of your business.” Subong said sharply. “Now go. We can meet up another time. I’m busy right now.”

Namgyu looked at Myung-gi, still in the Alpha’s hoodie, and then back at Subong, whose arm was still blocking him from moving any further. He scoffed bitterly, eyes radiating jealousy, and then walked away before the tears threatening to leak in his eyes finally poured out.

They went back to Myung-gi’s room after Subong shut and locked the apartment door, Myung-gi’s never leaving Subong, as if trying to decode why he just shut the door in his best friend’s face for his enemy.

“Why’d you do that?” Myung-gi blurted out, eyes drilling holes into Subong’s body.

“He was gonna beat you up. I know he was.” He continued folding clothes normally, putting the last piece of clothing into its respective place in the dresser and shutting it firmly before leaving Myung-gi alone and going to his room.

What the fuck?

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Myung-gi woke up with slick running down his thighs, his head pounding, and his gut swirling with that all-too-familiar feeling of pure arousal. He was in heat, and he knew it. It was very obvious that he would get his heat almost immediately after the games ended, but he never really thought about what would happen when he actually went into heat. At Subong’s place. 

He started panicking, putting on new pants since his pants from the night before were wet from slick and bolting out of his room, only to be met with a shirtless Subong, towel wrapped around his waist, torso wet and shiny. Myung-gi had to close his gaped mouth to stop from drooling at the sight, his new pants already starting to get wet again from slick. Fuck, he looked like a god. 

Myung-gi just stood there, a few steps away from his room door, staring at Subong, lips slightly parted despite his efforts to keep them closed. The Alpha was minding his own business, airpod in his ear and drying his hair with a towel leisurely while Myung-gi almost melted at the sight of him. He felt eyes on him and snapped his head towards Myung-gi, who was still awkwardly standing there and openly staring.

He caught a whiff of Myung-gi’s strong scent even from so far away, immediately being able to tell that the little Omega was in heat. “Need help with your heat?” He smirked knowingly, watching the blood drain from the other’s face as he scurried back into his room and locked the door. “I’ll give you help if you want it!” He called out to Myung-gi, but he didn’t get any response. He did mean it, he was more than willing to fuck Myung-gi into oblivion and watch those pretty doe eyes look at him with tears wetting them as those soft lips enveloped his cock…

He had to stop himself from daydreaming any further, going to the couch and putting on a show to distract himself from the fact that there was a cute Omega just a few feet away, all pliant and wet, ready to be fucked.

This was the worst heat that Myung-gi had ever had. He never expected his reaction to Subong to be this intense, and frankly, it was scaring him. Apparently, Omegas only had big reactions to their permanent bonding mates, and he didn’t want Subong, of all people, to be his permanent mate.

His body was telling a different story, however. Every time his mind wandered off to how Thanos had stood there, nonchalantly drying his purple hair, his defined abs all wet and glimmering in the light, he felt more slick pool, staining his pants even more.

He finally gave up, getting too uncomfortable with the way that his pants stuck to his thighs, and took the sweatpants off, leaving his grey panties with a little black bow, the bottom now darkened from slick. His thighs were covered in slick, almost reaching down to his knees. He groaned into the pillow, half out of arousal and half out of embarrassment at how his body reacted to the purple-haired Alpha.

He had never masturbated before, and while he knew his way around a pussy after his time with Jun-hee, he still didn't know how to properly touch himself down there. Jun-hee sometimes used to do it with him, but he was inexperienced and to be frank, she was bad. Something told Myung-gi that Thanos would know exactly how to please him, and he wanted that something to shut the fuck up and leave him alone.

After a few more hours of dry humping his mattress and getting so much slick on it that it became genuinely uncomfortable to lay on, he lost all remaining dignity and grudgingly walked over to the door, slowly opening it and walking out, his sweatpants long forgotten on the floor and Subong’s hoodie still on him, offering him the comfort of an Alpha’s scent. He waddled over to Subong, who was sitting normally on the couch, scrolling absent-mindedly on his phone and paying no mind to Myung-gi’s suffering.

“Subong.” Myung-gi pleaded pitifully. “Help me. Please.”

Subong casually glanced at Myung-gi’s pathetic state, slick coating his bare thighs and staining his panties, eyes begging silently. Fuck, he looked so perfect. It took all of his self control to not drag Myung-gi to his bed and fuck him senseless right then and there. 

He finally looked up at Myung-gi’s eyes, lips curling into a cruel smirk. “Help you with what?” He asked with faux innocence.

Anger flashed in the Omega’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by genuine surrender. “Subong. Hyung. Please… Please touch me.” He fell to his knees, head in between Subong’s spread out legs, face right at his crotch and tears starting to spill involuntarily.

Thanos didn’t respond, just cupped Myung-gi’s face with both hands, fingers reaching out to wipe away the man’s tears.

Myung-gi was so desperate for a response. So desperate that he reached a hand out to the waistband of Subong’s sweatpants and started to tug, asking for permission to tug them down. The Alpha nodded in response, letting the other slide down his pants and boxers just enough to let his erect cock spring out. The Omega’s eyes widened, now unsure if he was going to be able to fit all of that in his mouth.

“Hyung… Can I…” He pointed to Subong’s dick, which just got impossibly harder when Myung-gi said ‘hyung’ again, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yeah.”

Subong didn’t mind that Myung-gi was inexperienced. His sweet eyes, which kept staring right into the Alpha’s with every head bob, even when tears started spilling again, made up for everything. He tangled one hand into Myung-gi’s hair, not guiding, just holding. Holding his soft black waves that felt like clouds around his hands as he moaned Myung-gi’s name.

"You're doing so great Myung-gi, just like that - ah..." Subong praised Myung-gi softly in between moans, making the other try to get more of the Alpha's dick in his mouth with more motivation. "You like it when I praise you, huh? Such an eager little bitch..." Myung-gi blinked innocently, eyes already starting to water.

Myung-gi also made up for the space he couldn’t fit in his mouth by stroking it with both hands, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Every moan that spilled from Subong’s mouth felt like a tiny reward, motivating him to continue.

“Myung-gi.” Subong’s breath was ragged, his voice barely a whisper. Myung-gi stopped moving as a sign of acknowledgement, looking into the Alpha’s eyes innocently while patiently waiting for him to continue talking. “I’m gonna cum, okay?” Myung-gi nodded to the best of his ability, mouth still full of cock. “You’re gonna swallow it all like a good boy right? Be good for your hyung.” Normally, the words would’ve made Myung-gi recoil from cringiness, but right now, his eyes glazed over with lust and mind clouded by his heat, he just blinked his eyes and tried to nod with Subong’s dick still in his mouth.

With a firm tug on his hair, Myung-gi went back to work on Subong’s cock, his small fingers wrapping tightly around the base and stroking at the same pace as his mouth. Subong was about to cum and he could feel it. He started going faster, the insides of his mouth starting to burn, pleasure overwhelming pain. 

And with a deep, guttural moan, Subong released his cum into Myung-gi’s mouth, thick and creamy ropes painting the inside of his small mouth white. Myung-gi let go of his cock with a small pop noise before swallowing it all obediently, a little bit of cum and spit drooling down his chin.

Subong almost came again just from the sight. Myung-gi, his eyes glazed over and pink from crying, lips red and swollen, and Subong’s seed spilling out of his mouth like a mark saying that he was Subong’s. 

He wiped Myung-gi’s mouth with his finger before tugging his hair slightly with his hand. "This time, I'm gonna be in charge, okay." Myung-gi nodded submissively, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Say yes or no. Use your words.”

"Yes, hyung. Please." A single word made his cock harden again even after just releasing everywhere.

He swiftly shoved his cock into Myung-gi’s mouth again, fucking it like a cocksleeve while watching intently for any sign of discomfort on the other’s face. Myung-gi didn’t look uncomfortable at all, but he instead looked perfectly blissed out, eyes half-lidded and mouth releasing muffled moans. He had broken the contact, now staring straight at Subong’s balls, hands gripping the purple-haired man’s hips like they were his anchor to reality.

Subong just kept fucking into his mouth at a brutal pace, hitting the back of his throat and watching him gag satisfactorily, hair bouncing with every thrust and silent tears already streaming from the Omega’s pretty black doe eyes.

Myung-gi frantically tapped Subong’s thigh, making him come to a halt and let go of the smaller’s hair. “Hyung,” Myung-gi panted, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t… It hurts. Can we do something else?”

The Alpha zipped up his pants, not wanting to go further after he just just used Myung-gi like a doll. “C’mon, let's get you to bed. That’s enough for now.” He really did want to fuck Myung-go right then and there, but just looking at him, all vulnerable and lustful from his heat, he felt like doing so would be taking advantage of the sweet boy, and he didn’t want to drive the other away.

“Wait, no! I want some too! Hyung…” Myung-gi knew Subong’s weakness was him saying ‘hyung’ and he abused it like crazy now that he was in heat and wanted Subong badly. 

So Subong just ignored him, picking up the thrashing Omega bridal-style to his own clean bed instead of the other’s slick-coated one. He kissed Myung-gi softly on the cheek, not paying attention to his protests, and carefully set him down on the bed. He made sure to flood the room with calming Alpha pheromones before he left, not locking the door, just closing it gently, knowing that Myung-gi’s legs would give out from pleasure soon.

“HYUNG!” Myung-gi’s cries got louder and more needy, and it took all of the self control in Thanos’ system to not give into the Omega’s siren-like calls and fuck him hard and fast. “Subong! Please, it’s not fair!”

Subong felt genuinely bad for the poor Omega and went back into the room to comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you after you calm down and get some rest, okay? You’re too excited right now and I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He walked back to the door, making eye contact with Myung-gi and whispered just quietly enough so that the other wouldn’t hear, “You’re too precious for that,” before closing the door on the Omega again and distancing himself from the room so that he wouldn’t feel bad.

Myung-gi whined loudly, not able to get off the bed because of how purely aroused he was, but his cries fell on deaf ears. He finally settled into Subong’s bed, taking in all the calming Alpha pheromones that the other left behind and curling into himself, desperately trying to ignore the heat between his legs that was basically pulsing Subong’s name.

He finally passed out from pure exhaustion, despite the lust coursing through his system. His head was buried into one of Subong’s many pillows, his mouth slightly open. He lay on his side, one arm falling asleep since he was napping on it. The other arm was hugged close to his chest, which was rising and falling with each deep breath. Subong opened the door slightly, just to check in on his soon-to-be Omega and release a few more calming pheromones, smiling at the sight of Myung-gi finally getting some rest. He pulled the blanket over Myung-gi’s small frame and filled the room with some more calming pheromones before tiptoeing out quietly, careful to not wake the sleeping and fragile Omega.

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Myung-gi felt like he was going to die. His body throbbed as if a bullet was shot into his torso, taken out, used to stab every other part of his body, and then used to tease his pussy. He couldn’t even move, he was so painfully aroused and after being left alone right as he could finally relieve himself, that arousal never went away, torturing his body.

“Myung-gi.” A familiar voice rang through his ears, one that would usually mean bad things, but right now just meant comfort. He would finally get his Alpha - wait, no. Just an Alpha. 

Myung-gi’s head perked up immediately, a weak smile appearing on his face at the sight of Subong, so handsome and tall - what was he thinking? He was just happy at the fact that there was an Alpha to put him out of his misery, not because that Alpha was Subong. 

“Are you okay?” The Alpha walked towards him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he observed the slick-coated sheets with a slight grin, as if seeing Myung-gi suffer was satisfying to him. “Do you need help with… Your uh… Y’know.” His tiny grin widened into a full-blown smirk with that last word, aggravating the Omega even more.

Myung-gi didn’t care about how angry he was at the other right now for leaving him just as he was about to get his fair share, he just wanted to be pounded by someone as quickly as possible, so he nodded sweetly at Subong’s question, eyes staring right into his. “Hyung, can you please fuck me?” His eyes blinked innocently, trying to seduce Subong.

It worked, but not because the Alpha hadn’t wanted to fuck him before. In fact, Thanos had been holding back in order to not take advantage of the other, trying to keep the little Omega as a fuckdoll for as long as possible. After all, that was the only reason he was entertaining Myung-gi, totally not because he actually felt love when those eyes made his knees buckle, or when his fluffy black hair fell perfectly over his face - what? Was he going crazy? Why was he thinking of these things? He just wanted someone to fuck for as long as possible, and that someone would be Myung-gi.

He lightly tugged at the sheets, ignoring his own overwhelming thoughts and taking them off of Myung-gi's body, exposing his half-naked frame. His thighs were coated with slick, the bottom half of his grey panties almost completely black from the wetness. Subong’s hoodie was still on his top half, and when the Alpha nudged the other to take it off, he was met with a smack on the wrist and a stubborn “I wanna keep this on”.

So he obliged, climbing on top of the smaller man and tugging at the waistband of his panties. “Can I take these off?” His voice was soothing and calm, a stark contrast to his usually aggressive demeanor.

“Yes.”

With that confirmation from Myung-gi he swiftly took off the fabric separating him from the Omega’s pulsing and wet heat. He almost tore off the rest of Myung-gi’s clothes and fucked him until they both saw stars just from the sight alone, but held back to ensure Myung-gi’s comfortability.

He bent down in between the other’s thighs, every move getting watched closely by the man whose legs he was between, and placed two hands on the inside of his inner thighs, spreading them apart slowly. 

Watching as more slick oozed out of the already dripping hole, he tilted his head up at Myung-gi, smirking obnoxiously. “This wet already just from seeing me, huh?”

Myung-gi blushed, annoyed at the Alpha’s unnecessary remarks. “Just do whatever and be quiet.”

Subong’s ears perked up at that. “Whatever? Like whatever I want?” He got up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows and staring at the Omega while waiting for a response from the flustered man.

“W-well…” Myung-gi stammered awkwardly, looking around the room as if searching for answers before burying his head in his hands. “Fine. Just stop when I tell you to.”

“Of course I will,” Subong smiled sweetly at the embarrassed man before whispering a small “I’d never hurt you” under his breath.

“Huh? What’d you say?” Myung-gi took his head out of his hands, put off by what he thought he heard from Subong.

“I said ‘of course I will’.”

“No I mean, like after tha-”

“Let’s get started, shall we?” He grinned foxily, steering the conversation away from what he allegedly said to Myung-gi’s current heat.

“Well, alright.” Myung-gi grumbled, but he was secretly eager to start after waiting for so long.

Subong got up to get some stuff from his walk-in closet, leaving Myung-gi all curious as to how much of a fucking freak this guy was. He finally emerged with a tall, wide mirror in one arm and a black bag in the other. He set the mirror up right in front of the bed, keeping it exactly where he knew that Myung-gi would be able to see how pathetic he was going to look in a few minutes. 

Myung-gi wasn’t completely oblivious either, he knew what that mirror was going to be used for, and to be frank, he kinda liked it. What he didn’t know, however, was what was in that weird black bag. “Hyung.” 

Subong’s sweatpants tightened at the nickname, and he knew Myung-gi could see it through the fabric. “Yeah?” 

“What’s in the bag?”

“Toys.” He glanced over at Myung-gi for a moment just to see his reaction to what he said. First, he looked confused, then he realized, and his eyes flashed a look of terror for a second before settling back to normal, lips slightly curling up into a hidden grin. He didn’t know Myung-gi matched his freak like that.

He slowly walked over to the bed after finishing propping up the mirror fully, plopping the bag onto the cushiony mattress and signaling for Myung-gi to look inside. He complied, unzipping it and pulling it closer to him. 

All that was visible on the surface was a few bottles of lube and a bunch of condom packets. Myung-gi quickly took them out and laid them aside, observing the vast array of differently colored and shaped objects before picking one up. It had a cone shape at the end that abruptly stopped and was attached to a thinner cylinder that led to a flat circle at the end. It was clear that this was a buttplug, but he knew Thanos too well for that. It obviously had some other sort of flair to it, because otherwise Thanos wouldn’t buy it. After clicking a small button that he found on the bottom, the entire thing starting to vibrate in his hand, it was clear why the other bought it.

“Damn,” Myung-gi exhaled, turning off the vibrator and setting the object off to the side. “I knew you did some weird things with people, Subong, but I didn’t know you were… this extreme.”

“These have never been used, actually.” Myung-gi’s head perked up at that, now facing Subong fully. 

“Did you buy these for… me?” He asked awkwardly, only to quickly be shot down.

“Nah,” The Alpha indifferently picked up one of the toys in his hand and twirled it around. “I just bought these in case someone said that they were okay with me doing ‘whatever I want’.” He ended that sentence with a grin.

“Don’t hookers usually let you do whatever?” Myung-gi was still trying to gaslight himself into thinking that this was especially for him.

“Well, yeah. But I don’t wanna use the good stuff on them. This costs a lotta money and they’re gonna be gone after a day.”

“Oh,” Myung-gi responded, trying to conceal how disappointed he was. “Okay.”

After a long bit of silence where Thanos looked for something in the bag and Myung-gi played with some toy he found absent-mindedly, Subong finally broke the silence. “Gimme your hands.”

Myung-gi was reminded about why he was having this conversation with Subong in the first place, and eagerly stuck his arms out towards Subong, wanting to relieve the ever-growing heat in his abdomen. Subong pinned his arms to the headboard, quietly focused on tying Myung-gi’s arms to it while the man below him stared in awe at the glorious sight. Thanos, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, abs sticking out from the bottom of his shirt, and the muscles in his arm flexing slightly. Myung-gi tried to not get too distracted, after all, this was just a transaction, nothing else.

Finally, he pulled back, drinking in the view of Myung-gi being tied to his bed, in his hoodie, and soon to be his little toy. He rummaged through the bag before taking out a dildo that was about three-fourths his current size and picking up the vibrator that Myung-gi was admiring before as well.

“Open up.” He pat Myung-gi’s thigh impatiently, the Omega obediently spreading his legs, knees bending, leaving his bottom half fully exposed.

The Alpha wasted no time in opening a bottle of lube and smearing it all over two fingers before pushing one into the Omega’s butthole. The slick coating it made it easy enough for one finger to slide in, only eliciting a few muffled moans from the smaller man. 

Inserting the second finger, however, was much harder. “Mhm - ahh!” Myung-gi squirmed at the stretch, pain and pleasure overwhelming him as he tried to muffle his moans helplessly.

Subong moved up from his position, fingers staying in their spot but his upper body moving, and grabbed Myung-gi’s chin firmly with his free hand. “I wanna hear every sound you make, okay? Don’t hide a thing.” After a weak nod from Myung-gi, he continued, thrusting the second finger fully into the man, making him release a sound that was a mix of a scream and a moan. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. Don’t stop. Please.”

He started scissoring his fingers slowly, stretching Myung-gi open slowly. The sweet sounds of his moans were like fuel to the fire in his pants. After he felt like Myung-gi was stretched open enough he removed his fingers, making the Omega whine from the loss of contact. He grabbed the vibrator from before, smearing it in lube before pushing it into the Omega slowly. Once it was fully inside, he clicked the button to make it start vibrating, and watched satisfactorily as Myung-gi, the man who got him into debt, was left tied up and flailing pathetically from pleasure.

“Want me to turn it down?” Sure, Myung-gi ruined his life, but he still wanted him for other purposes and didn’t want to scare the other away so early on. 

“Y-yes - ngh, please!”

Obliging, he pressed another button to turn the vibrator down to the minimum amount of power, which made Myung-gi moan softly instead of thrashing around.

He used the fingers that were fingering Myung-gi’s ass before to finger Myung-gi’s pussy now, both fingers sliding in with ease, Myung-gi’s breaths quickening and moans getting louder. He wiggled his fingers around, trying to find the other’s prostate, and after Myung-gi let out a mixture of a scream and a moan, he knew that he had found the right spot, fingers repeatedly rubbing against the bundle of nerves, making Myung-gi squirm in pleasure.

“A-ah! F-fuck, hyung, it’s - ah! So, ngh, good.”

He chuckled at the other’s weak attempt at making a sentence before bending down to insert his tongue, the sounds escaping Myung-gi’s mouth getting so loud that he didn’t know if they were screams or moans. 

Myung-gi was melting in pleasure, so glad that he wasn’t suffering and finally able to satisfy his arousal. He felt ashamed by the vile sounds escaping his mouth, but they never stopped, only getting louder and more obnoxious when Thanos added his tongue to the already overstimulating experience he was getting down there. It was starting to be too much, too much pleasure, too much vibrating, too much touching. 

With a loud moan that bordered a scream, he climaxed violently. Thanos’ tongue stayed inside of him, slurping up and swallowing the cum.

“H-hyung…” He weakly moaned, body even more sensitive after the orgasm, only continuing when Thanos stopped eating him out and looked back at him. “I-it’s too much, ngh, please… stop.”

He immediately sighed in relief when Subong took his fingers out of the Omega’s pussy and turned off the vibrator, carefully extracting it from his ass. His legs fell closed, pussy still pulsing.

“Are you okay?” Subong looked at him worriedly, eyes scanning for any other sign of discomfort.

“Mm…” Myung-gi was still drunk from the blissful experience. “Y-yeah.” He shuddered, body finally reacting to the coldness of the room. “You can continue now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Please.”

That was enough for Subong to hurriedly take off his pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his thick, erect cock that was already dripping with precum. Myung-gi’s lips slightly parted at the sight, eyes widening in shock.

“Like what you see?” Thanos asked smugly.

“Y-yes.” Myung-gi gulped. It was big. He wasn’t even sure if that was going to fit inside of him. “Will it… fit?”

Subong nodded, and Myung-gi trusted him for some reason. He seemed experienced enough. The Alpha reached for the dildo from before, gently pushing the head inside him. 

“A-ah!” He stopped, looking up to Myung-gi for approval to continue. The Omega nodded weakly in response, letting him continue further.

With a few more nudges, he fit the entire thing in Myung-gi, stretching his pussy out almost obscenely. Myung-gi looked down at the monster in between his legs and then looked at Thanos’ “little friend” before sighing defeatedly. If he was feeling so stretched out from something like this, then imagine how it would feel like with Thanos’ actual dick, which was much, much bigger.

Thanos removed the dildo fully, and the man below him let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Subong observed his face again, searching for any sign that he might not want this, before starting to open a condom packet.

“Wait!” Myung-gi stopped him from opening it fully, making the other stare at him in confusion. “Do it raw, please, hyung. You can pull out - or not. I don’t care. But please don’t use that.” He motioned to the condom with his head, hands still tied up above his head.

“Hm… okay.”

Subong smeared his dick with lube before lightly pushing its head against Myung-gi’s hole, eliciting a deep moan from the smaller man. He went deeper, adding a little bit more lube after every few thrusts, and finally, with one last, deep thrust, he bottomed out inside Myung-gi, making the other yelp and let out small whimpers while he got used to it.

He looked so perfect, all blissed out, eyes half-lidded, arms tied up, stomach slightly bulging where Thanos’ dick was, and his lips bitten red, slightly parted to let out small whimpers and moans. 

“Look at yourself.” Subong smiled, mouth slightly parting from the state of pure awe he was at how beautiful Myung-gi looked.

“H-huh?” Myung-gi managed to let out.

Thanos just moved his body to the side slightly, keeping his dick in the same position, but moving enough to let Myung-gi see how fucked-out he looked like in the mirror. The Omega tried to look away, but Thanos held his chin and roughly directed it towards the mirror.

Still to the side, one hand on Myung-gi's chin, the other gripping his hip, he started thrusting, going slow at first, but then quickly starting to go rough and deep. His dick would be almost all the way out of Myung-gi before he violently thrust it fully back inside. 

The sounds that Myung-gi was releasing were pornstar-level. He felt so ashamed of himself but also so blissed out that he didn’t even care about how pathetic he looked in the mirror. His eyes kept tracing the back of Subong’s shirt reflected in the mirror, however. It had a few sweat stains, making it stick to his muscles. 

“Hyung - ah!” Subong thrust extra hard, his knot starting to swell up inside of Myung-gi, becoming slightly visible on his stomach.

“Yeah?” Subong’s breath was ragged, eyebrows furrowed, concentrated on fucking Myung-gi for as long as possible. He didn’t stop his thrusting while Myung-gi talked, or while answering.

“Can you… ngh, take off your - ah! Shirt.” 

“Alright.” He took his hands off Myung-gi to take off his shirt, revealing his muscles for the needy Omega. 

Myung-gi’s eyes widened so much that they almost popped out of his skull, hands tugging at the restraints, trying desperately to touch Subong. The Alpha chuckled at his pathetic display and continued thrusting, harder and deeper this time. His knot swelled inside of Myung-gi, making the bulge on his stomach even more obvious.

He ran his fingers over the bulge, stopping his thrusts and just settling himself inside Myung-gi. “Look.” Myung-gi’s eyes moved from Subong’s abs to the bulge on his stomach. “I’m inside you. You’re all mine.” He started thrusting again, not giving Myung-gi time to breathe.

“Mhm,” Myung-gi nodded weakly, mind hazy from lust. “All yours, Subong.” That earned him a rough thrust from Subong, which seemed to be just enough to make him climax again, cumming with a loud groan.

Thanos felt his own orgasm approaching and hastily pulled out of Myung-gi, making the Omega whine from the sudden emptiness. He pumped his dick a few times in his hand, releasing his cum all over the bedsheets. 

“Why’d you pull out?” Myung-gi whined, still dazed from his two orgasms.

“I didn’t want to get you pregnant.” Subong replied frankly, making the Omega grumble slightly.

He untied Myung-gi’s hands before putting his own clothes on. Softly, he carefully cleaned up Myung-gi, wiping the slick off his skin and laying him on the floor for a few moments to change the dirty bedsheets with new, clean ones. He laid Myung-gi back on the bed and dressed him caringly, planting soft kisses on his thighs and cheeks.

“Go to sleep.” He kissed Myung-gi’s forehead soothingly, watching as the Omega closed his eyes and curled up under the blanket, eyebrows slowly unfurrowing as he lulled to sleep.

Instead of sleeping with Myung-gi, he took a long, hot shower, as if trying to wash off the memory of Myung-gi softly moaning his name and calling him ‘hyung’ in that siren-like voice of his. He kept trying to convince himself that the warm feeling he felt in his chest while watching Myung-gi peacefully sleep wasn’t love, but just chest pains. His dad sometimes got them. 

He didn’t even bother with drying his hair. He had already washed it this morning, but he always felt obligated to shower after sex. 

Stepping out of the shower, he saw Myung-gi, sleeping soundly, hair tousled and sticking up in weird places. He looked… cute. Subong hated using that word to describe people. It made them sound like puppies, and people were much more different than puppies. Myung-gi was kinda like a puppy though, with his eyes that just drew people towards him and how he nuzzled into Thanos all the time. A manipulating, crypto-obsessed puppy, sure, but still a puppy.

Subong put on new clothes; a plain black hoodie that he only wore at home and dark grey sweatpants. He wasn’t trying to look good, just trying to be comfortable. 

Crawling into bed with Myung-gi, he felt how hot the other was and immediately checked the man’s temperature by putting the back of his hand to the Omega’s forehead. He was okay, just warm from the sex.

This all seemed too domestic for them. He was spooning his sworn enemy, cuddling like his life depended on it. It seemed too… romantic. Too romantic for someone he swore would just be his fuckdoll. 

Maybe he did like men? No, that was impossible. Sure, he did like fucking them, but that was different from liking them. Then what was that fuzzy feeling in his heart whenever Myung-gi called him hyung? It definitely wasn’t just purely sexual.

What if Myung-gi didn’t fully count as a man, since he had girl parts? So, if he happened to like Myung-gi, that would be completely heterosexual, making him completely heterosexual.

Feeling content with this answer, he let go of Myung-gi, slowly crawling out of bed as to not wake up the sleeping Omega, and decided to go meet up with Namgyu to apologize for what had happened before.

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He called Namgyu once. Then twice. After ten missed calls, Namgyu picked up on the eleventh one.

“What?” His voice was so aggressive that it made Subong wince a little bit.

“Uh… I’m sorry about the other day.” He sounded so awkward since he wasn’t used to apologizing to people. He usually just let them stay mad at him, but this was one of his best friends. He didn’t want to lose that. “Do you still wanna meet up? We can like… catch up and stuff.”

“Oh.” Namgyu’s voice softened. “Sure.” He seemed in a good enough mood, which was all that Thanos needed to be able to tell him about his… plans with Myung-gi.

“How about that cafe right by my apartment in like… 10 minutes?” They used to get coffee here all the time together, always the morning after some party at Club Pentagon that left the both of them exhausted.

“Okay.” 

He hung up before Namgyu could, still wanting to upkeep his nonchalant reputation and not get hung up on first, he was too prideful for that. But on the inside, he was delighted over the fact that his friend forgave him.

Namgyu arrived in a t-shirt and jeans, looking at least a little put together in contrast to Subong’s overcasual hoodie and sweatpants. He was a bit late, but Subong’s place was right next door, and Namgyu’s was much farther. 

Walking over to the table that the purple-haired man was, he tried to act as casual as possible. “Hey.” He tried to act normal as if he wasn’t dying inside over the fact that his crush had another man in his home, but not just any other man, Myung-gi. 

“Hey.” Subong sipped on a cup of coffee and pushed another one to Namgyu. “I ordered it just the way you like it. Mocha with extra cream.”

“Thanks.” The whole conversation was so awkward that it made Namgyu want to crawl into a hole and never get out. Usually they would be chatting it up, talking so loudly and obnoxiously that it would make the entire cafe glare at them. Now, however, they were just giving each other one word answers.

“So… who’d you get dropped off with?” Subong asked stiffly, trying to break the awkward silence between them.

“Park Min-su.” He scoffed at himself. He had given the pathetic boy a place to stay, but still pretended that he hated him. “He’s annoyingly sweet. Does all the chores even when I yell at him. He’s a Beta too.”

Thanos chuckled loudly, obviously not at what Namgyu said. Namgyu looked around, confused, trying to find the source of the man’s laughter.

“You won’t believe this, but…” He giggled to himself, taking a sip of coffee but then choking on it because of his non-stop laughter. After a coughing fit and finally swallowing the coffee, he continued. “Lee Myung-gi is in heat.”

They both burst out laughing together. It wasn’t that funny, but everything was funny when they were together. They were “like fire and gasoline”, as one friend had told them before. Thanos was the fire and Namgyu was the gasoline.

“No way!” Namgyu chuckled again at the thought. The thought of that pathetic crypto bitch begging for Subong’s dick was hilarious. “Wait… Is that why he was at your house?” He tried to hide the hurt in his voice, but failed miserably. Subong usually never lets his flings stay overnight, so why was Myung-gi special?

“Nah,” Subong waved his hand dismissively. “Actually, we were dropped off together. He didn’t have a place anymore and I decided to take him in.”

Namgyu scoffed. “Why would you do that for that useless, scamming bitch?” The words came out of his mouth with so much hatred that it almost made him wince at himself.

Subong pretended that he didn’t care about Namgyu’s words, because why should he? Myung-gi was a useless scamming bitch that he didn’t give one fuck about. But, fuck, was he good in bed. Or just good at existing. The way he walked, heck, even the way he talked always made Thanos feel like a teenager in love.

Except he wasn’t in love. Myung-gi was his toy. His to use. Not someone that he was in a romantic relationship with.

“I just wanted to fuck him.” That was the truth, sure, but not all of it. He had this deep yearning in his heart for something more meaningful, a relationship with Myung-gi that was more profound than just being fuck-buddies. “I could smell he was going to go into heat when we were in the games, and I decided that it would be the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.”

“Oh…” Namgyu acted like he understood, but in reality, he still didn’t understand why Thanos let Myung-gi stay at his place for a few days. “So, like, did his heat come after he moved in?”

“Yeah.” Oh. So Myung-gi had moved in.

“How was it like fucking him?” They usually told each other this stuff, so he thought that Subong wouldn’t find it weird - he never did.

“It was nice. Really nice. His eyes… Fuck, bro. His eyes look so pretty when they’re just filled with lust. His eyes just look pretty in general, actually, but they really stick out when he’s crying. He gave me a blowjob today and… Damn. His eyes were all teary and puffy, damn, he looked so cute. He swallowed all my cum like some cum dumpster too, it was so hot. And don’t even get me started on his lips. They were like reddish-pink and all swollen because he just deepthroated my dick, and dude, that was some of the best head I’ve ever gotten. Not just because of how good it felt, but also because of how good Myung-gi looked while doing it.” He paused for a few moments, trying to calm down his hardening dick by thinking of something else, but eventually giving up, his mind going back to Myung-gi over and over again.

“He’s like a different creature when he’s in heat, I swear. He calls me ‘hyung’ sometimes, and dude. I-I didn’t even know that I liked that. But… Bro. He makes it sound so effortlessly sexy. His voice is like a siren’s, I swear. His eyes too. He just looks so… gorgeous, y’know? Not just when I’m fucking him, but also when he’s just existing. And when I do fuck him…Dude. He moans my name like it’s a fucking prayer, I swear to god. It’s so hot though. I love it.” He was about to continue his rant about Myung-gi before realizing that he had just gone on a rant about Myung-gi. The man that he was supposed to hate, not… Love?

“Subong.” His head perked up at the mention of his name.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like Myung-gi?” The words sounded bitter on his tongue, but he knew that it was most likely true by the way that Thanos talked about him. It made him feel so immensely jealous, especially since this was their sworn enemy. The man that ruined their lives.

“I-” Subong started to talk, started to say no, but now, he didn’t know. “I don’t know, Namgyu. I don’t like boys.”

“I think you do, Subong. Nothing’s wrong with that.” Sure, it made his heart ache to tell Subong, the man that he’s loved for so long, how to pursue another man.

“But he has a pussy. Doesn’t that technically make him kind of a girl?” Subong was clutching at straws here, desperate to not be gay.

“No… No, that’s not how it works.” Namgyu scoffed at Subong’s pathetic attempt to pretend that he didn’t like men. “He’s still a man. You like men. There’s no way to change that. Just accept it.” His voice got sharper with each word. He was done with Subong’s homophobic bullshit. “So stop being a fucking loser, grow some balls, and admit that you like men, Subong!” His voice raised so loud that everyone in the cafe stared at him judgingly. He shot a quick glare at Thanos before snatching the coffee cup that he still hadn’t taken a sip of and storming out of the cafe, leaving a befuddled Subong in his wake.

Myung-gi woke up all alone, fully-clothed, and pussy aching. His head throbbed as he recollected the events that had happened during his heat.

Fuck. He had given a blowjob to Choi Subong, of all people, and then he had let him fuck him with sex toys. And he had liked and consented to all of it. 

He groaned, rolling over in bed and burying his face in his hands. His pussy still hurt from how hardly Thanos had pounded it just a few hours prior, and his body was still warm from their… activities together. He rubbed a finger over one of his wrists, feeling the red and irritated skin from where Thanos had fucking tied him up.

One part of him missed it, missed the feeling of being used like a toy by Subong. Another part of him missed him. He missed Subong too, for some weird reason. Maybe it was because of how he had been looked at like he was a precious piece of treasure, so elegantly and… Lovingly? 

Did Subong… Love him? No way, they were enemies, right? But he had still fucked Myung-gi, had still fucked him and helped him through his heat when he could’ve just left him there, suffering, and waited until his heat ended. He could’ve also left Myung-gi homeless. He wasn’t obligated to give Myung-gi a place to stay, but he still did.

But when he heard the door open, he didn’t dare voice a single one of his questions and feelings. He would genuinely rather die than ask his biggest enemy if he loved Myung-gi. 

“Myung-gi?” Subong knocked on the outside of the bedroom door, making Myung-gi hide under the covers from pure humiliation. He had just been exposed so vulnerably in front of Thanos, and now the purple-haired man was acting like nothing had happened, not treating him like one of his flings or even like someone he was in a proper romantic relationship with, but having this weird middle-ground between the two that made Myung-gi’s head ache when he tried to interpret it.

“Leave me alone.” He was holding back tears at this point and he didn't know why, all he knew was that he had to try to keep his voice stable as hard as possible. He didn't want Thanos to catch him in such a compromising state.

“Okay.” He heard a defeated reply from the door and then small, quiet footsteps that slowly faded off into the distance.

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It was 9 pm and Myung-gi still hadn’t eaten, just sulked in bed, crying his eyes out all day. He hadn’t even eaten a proper breakfast or lunch, so he was absolutely starving, but he would rather starve to death than go face to face with Subong again after what had happened in the afternoon.

“Myung-gi.” Subong knocked on the door again, voice more firm this time. He had left Myung-gi alone after he was told to, but he decided to make the Omega uncomfortable if it meant that he would eat something for the first time in the whole day.

“Yeah?” His voice was weaker, not from the lack of food, but from the amount of crying he had been doing. His eyes were already pink and puffy at the ends from it.

“I’m gonna give you some soup, okay? Eat it.” Myung-gi hated how he sounded so soft, like a parent talking to their baby in that stupid baby voice that adults use.

“No. Leave me alone.” The words stung even more the second time, temporarily making Myung-gi feel bad until he remembered that he shouldn’t even care about Subong’s feelings - this was his number one enemy.

Thanos didn’t leave him alone, however. Instead, he opened the door to a sad and pathetic-looking Myung-gi, eyes burning and puffy, hair tousled and sticking up in random directions. He was peeking his face out of the blanket, immediately going back to his little hideout under the covers once he fully saw Subong.

“What do you want?” He grumbled pathetically, secretly eager to see the other but also immensely embarrassed.

“You haven’t eaten at all in the entire day.” Subong walked over to the bed, a fancy ceramic bowl coming into view. Myung-gi didn’t even know that the Alpha had good dinnerware, nevertheless fancy ones. And why was he using it on his worst enemy, of all people? “C’mon, eat.”

Myung-gi got out of the covers, leaving the blanket on the bottom half of his body, hands reaching out for the bowl of soup. Subong handed it over carefully, making sure to not let any spill.

He took a few small sips with a spoon that Subong gave him, lips curling into a small, satisfied smile. “It tastes good.” He tried to hide his smile by pulling the Alpha’s hoodie over his mouth and under his nose, inhaling the woody scent of his Alpha - wait. Not his Alpha. He kept making that mistake. He put the hoodie back to normal to drink some more.

“I’m glad you like it.” Subong sat on the edge of the bed, watching Myung-gi eat with pure interest in his eyes. 

Noticing this, Myung-gi got flustered. “Stop staring at me.” Myung-gi blushed a little bit, hiding his face in the hoodie again. “You act like I’m some exotic creature or something.”

Not saying a word yet, Subong reached out to Myung-gi’s hair, petting the loose strands flat and tucking some behind his ears. Finally, after Myung-gi looked at him like he had a screw loose, he broke the tense silence. “It’s ‘cause you are. You're like one of those rare breeds of dogs that people pay a bunch of money for.”

Myung-gi scoffed playfully at that, the soup in the bowl splashing around a little. “Really?” He looked at Subong, finally initiating some eye contact after just staring into his soup for so long. “What breed am I? Huh?”

The Alpha grinned lightheartedly. “Crypto puppy.”

“What?!” Myung-gi set the bowl of soup onto the bedside table, face jokingly offended. “Well… You’re a… Purple puppy!” He couldn’t think of anything else, and finally saying the words made him realize that he was shit at comebacks.

“A purple puppy? That sounds cute.” Subong giggled joyfully, Myung-gi watching the other’s smile with slight awe in his eyes. He looked surprisingly… Handsome?

Shaking away the thought, he crossed his arms childishly, pretending to be deep in thought. “I think a crypto puppy would be cuter.” He grinned widely at Subong, trying to get on his nerves.

It didn’t work, however. Instead, Subong just pinched his cheek playfully and replied, quieter this time. “Yeah, you are cuter.” 

Oh. Wow. Had his mortal enemy just called him cute?

“Shut up.” That was his pathetic attempt at trying to make things less awkward. It didn’t work, but Subong still stayed at the edge of the bed, staring at him, thoughts appearing in his eyes that were too hard to decode.

He picked up his bowl of soup again, eating slowly and savoring the flavor despite Subong’s watching eyes. Apparently, the Alpha was actually really good at cooking, despite the lack of materials in his fridge.

“Did you make this?” Myung-gi pointed to the soup, trying to make conversation again.

Thanos scoffed. “Of course not. I ordered some from this really good place downtown.” He smiled at Myung-gi before continuing. “How’d you expect me to cook with my desert of a fridge?”

The Omega just grumbled knowingly, muttering something about how a man as old as Thanos should know how to cook at his big age before speaking up. “Can I…” He paused, not sure if it would ruin the vibe to bring this up in front of Subong. “Can I get some nesting materials?” He cringed at his weak, stupid voice, but he needed to ask. He hadn’t nested all of his heat because of how exhausted he was from the games, but now, despite not even being in heat anymore, he still felt this strong urge to nest with Subong.

“Of course,” Subong reached out to pinch his cheek, but Myung-gi swiftly dodged, eliciting a scoff from the purple-haired man. “Do you want another one of my hoodies too?” He pointed to his own hoodie that Myung-gi was still wearing despite not even being in heat anymore.

“Yes…” Myung-gi was so ashamed of himself for asking, but the hoodie was starting to get uncomfortably warm on his skin and he wanted a new one with Thanos’ scent still on it.

Subong didn’t answer, just got up and went to his walk-in closet with a smug grin on his face. He came out with a plain grey hoodie and a bunch of blankets balanced on one arm, the other arm clutching multiple pillows to his chest. How big was that damn closet? 

“Here you go,” he released the stuff in his arm onto the bed with a small grunt. “I don’t really have a lot of nesting materials, so just use the blankets and stuff.”

Myung-gi nodded stiffly, grabbing the hoodie and motioning for Subong to look away. He didn’t look away, however, and just kept observing Myung-gi absent-mindedly. “Subong.”

“Yeah?” He responded, snapping out of his daze and making eye contact with Myung-gi.

“Turn around.”

Subong turned around, pretending to pick at his colored nails but privately wishing that he could see Myung-gi change. He had a secret wish to see if the Omega had breasts or got a mastectomy, and he knew that it would be too awkward of a question to ask, so he just wondered in silence. 

“You can look again.” He turned back around, drinking in the sight of Myung-gi in his - now clean - clothes. Myung-gi, on the other hand, was not clean at all. He still smelled slightly like sweat and cum, the scent being overpowered by the Omega’s sweet pheromones just a little bit, but still being visible.

“Do you want me to give you a bath?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, earning a weird look from the Omega.

“I can bathe myself…” Myung-gi muttered, annoyed. He could usually bathe himself, but right now it hurt too bad to walk. He didn’t want to admit that to Thanos, however, so he acted like everything was fine.

“Hm… Alright then.” Subong pointed at the floor beside the bed, looking Myung-gi dead in the eye with a knowing smirk on his face. “Stand up straight.”

Myung-gi looked at where he was pointing on the floor, then to his finger, and then back to Subong’s eyes again, as if it was an outrageous request. “You fucking suck.” He finally muttered, giving in because he knew that he would never be able to stand for more than a second in his state.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now, c’mon, lemme pick you up.”

“Pick me up to go where?” 

“The bathroom, duh.”

Myung-gi grumbled again, but conceded, holding his arms out and letting Subong hold him against his chest. It felt oddly romantic, like they were a normal couple having fun and not enemies who tried to kill each other in survival games just a few days ago. He still liked it though, drinking in Subong’s scent, face buried shamelessly in the crook of the Alpha’s neck. He was finally separated from it when Subong peeled him off and laid him on the edge of the bathtub.

“Take off your clothes.” Subong ordered, voice firm. He turned on the water, letting the tub fill up as Myung-gi started half-arguing with him.

“Like, all of them?”

“How else do you take a bath?” He replied sarcastically, making Myung-gi’s eyes roll.

“You can leave now.” Myung-gi pointed to the bathroom door, clothes still on. 

Thanos just scoffed, surprised by the audacity of this ungrateful boy. “How are you gonna get out? These doors are soundproof, so I won’t be able to hear you if you call my name.”

Myung-gi grumbled again, starting to take off his clothes, avoiding eye contact with Subong so as to not make things awkward. The Alpha didn’t seem to care about awkwardness, however, and kept checking Myung-gi out obviously, no shame behind his observant stare.

Myung-gi tried to get into the tub normally, but ended up flopping into the water, landing on his stomach with his ass sticking out, hands quickly going to shield his face from almost hitting the tap. Water splashed everywhere, hitting Subong a little bit, but he didn’t mind. He was too focused on the sight of Myung-gi in a bathtub almost triple his size, ass sticking out, all plump and ready to be fucked even after their little rendevous a few hours earlier.

The man in the bathtub didn’t seem to notice Subong’s blatant staring, however, and clutched his stomach, groaning in pain as he turned over slowly. “Fuck, that hurt.”

Subong’s gaze flicked from his ass to his bare torso, eyes drinking in the scars from the other’s mastectomy. So he had gotten one. 

“Stop staring at me, weirdo.” Myung-gi tried to make it come out seriously, but he ended up grinning slightly at the end of his sentence, swatting Subong away.

“Move over.” The Alpha quickly started undressing, stripping off his own clothes hastily, staring at Myung-gi with pure lust in his eyes. He didn’t care that he had already showered two other times that day; he just wanted to be with Myung-gi.

“Wait - what?” He didn’t have much time to react, Thanos’ tall figure suddenly fully naked in front of it. Myung-gi had to look away to stop his mouth from watering at the glorious sight. Sure, he had seen Thanos naked before - when they were having sex and Myung-gi caught some glimpses of Thanos while his vision went blurry with lust - but this was different. Now Subong was fully naked right in front of his eyes, nothing obstructing his view.

“You heard me. Move. Over.”

The Omega quickly obliged, shuffling forwards so that Subong could fit into the space behind him. He swiftly did so, arms hugging Myung-gi’s waist and large dick pressed into the smaller’s back, fully erect.

“You’re always so fucking horny, you stupid freak.” Myung-gi desperately wanted any sign of normalcy, for the man whose lap he was currently sitting on to insult him back like he was supposed to as his enemy.

“Mhm. Only for you.” He buried his face into Myung-gi’s shoulder, taking in the Omega’s sweet scent. Myung-gi half-heartedly tried to shove the clingy Alpha off, but he knew that he secretly wanted him to stay. Subong’s face felt like it belonged there.

Subong was the first to break contact, reaching to a counter behind the bathtub to grab bubble bath liquid. He grunted, arm almost bending backwards, but he refused to just turn around and take it normally. Myung-gi wouldn’t be in his lap anymore if he did that. 

After a few failed attempts, he finally looked back at what he was blindly grabbing at, head almost doing a full 360. Using his newly acquired visibility of the bottle, he snatched it off the counter and squirted an obscene amount into the clear water, hands soon following to mix it in and form the bubbles.

That was good for Myung-gi, since now he wouldn’t have to see the fact that he was on Thanos through the water, just feel it. “Add more!” He elbowed Subong’s chest, his other arm playing with the new soapy foam. 

Subong obediently complied, putting almost half of the bottle into the now sea of foam. “How’s that?” His breath was hot on Myung-gi’s ear, almost making the Omega shudder.

He still smiled contently, however. He was happy to be playing with bubbles in his Alpha’s bathtub, on his Alpha’s lap, and with his Alpha.

Wait - what the fuck did he just think?

Myung-gi stopped abruptly, a bubble that he was nourishing popping in his hand. His mind kept saying that Subong was his, but in reality, he knew Subong would never be his, or anyone’s for that matter. Remembering those clothes in the guest room was sharp reminder of that.

“Myung-gi.” Subong pulled the Omega’s back to his chest, the only thing keeping their bodies from fully touching being his erect dick in between them.

“Yeah?” He turned around in Subong’s lap to look at the other, snapping out of his thoughts from earlier.

“I love you.” The words sounded unfamiliar on Subong’s tongue, but after getting a few hours to himself after him and Namgyu’s conversation, he knew it was true. So what if Myung-gi was a boy? What he felt was pure love, and he couldn’t deny that. He would deal with his sexuality or whatever later.

Myung-gi stayed silent, turning back around and snuggling into Subong’s lap. He didn’t talk for the rest of their bath, quietly scrubbing his body while Subong bore holes into his back.

“Can you dry me off, please?” Finally breaking the silence, he spoke coldly, leaving Subong’s confession hanging in the air between them like an unwanted visitor.

“Okay.” The purple-haired man’s response wasn’t mad, just hurt. He tried to hide it, tried to sound casual, but it seeped through the way it said it, the way his eyes looked at the back of Myung-gi’s hair desperately, wishing for an answer even if the answer was no.

Holding the silent man in his arms, he got out of the bathtub and set the other onto the edge of it before turning on the drain. Myung-gi just sat there, hair dripping wet and covering his eyes that were trying to hold back tears. Truth was, he didn’t know if he liked Subong back or not, so he didn’t even know how to respond to the Alpha’s direct confession.

Subong dried himself off first, putting on his new clothes while secretly stealing small glances at Myung-gi’s face, searching for any sign of regret or guilt, but his eyes - the vessel to Myung-gi’s soul - were covered.

Finally finishing with himself, he moved on to Myung-gi, carefully drying the Omega with a new towel. He knew that Myung-gi was completely capable to do it by himself, but seeing no objection from the man, he did it for him either way. He put on the smaller man’s clothes as gently as possible before picking Myung-gi up and bridal-carrying him to the bed.

“I’m gonna eat my dinner, okay? Go to sleep.” He tried to look normal, but when he walked out of his bedroom he couldn’t stop tears from flowing. Why was this happening? He had gotten rejected before, but he always bounced back quickly. Now, Myung-gi seemed to have driven a hole so deep into his heart that it made him discover something new about himself.

Truth was, Subong had already eaten dinner. So he just sat there, crying into his hands like a teenager after their first breakup. He cried for so long that his eyes burned with the pain, the salty tears falling down his cheeks and into his mouth.

After finishing up his pathetic crying session that lasted almost an hour, he went back into his bedroom, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes were still pink in the corners - not like it was even visible in the dim lighting. Seeing a smiling and content Myung-gi, grinning ear to ear as if he hadn’t just torn Subong’s heart into pieces a hour before, he almost walked right back out to start another hour-long crying session, but Myung-gi spotted him before he could.

“Hyung!” The Omega exclaimed excitedly, waving Subong over. “Look at my nest! Its super comfy and pretty and, uh, yeah!” His voice was so perked up and joyful that it almost made Subong forget how he had broken his heart.

Myung-gi was happily rolling around in his circular nest, the ends being made of propped up pillows under blankets and the inside being a bunch of blankets being laid out over each other. There were two pillows, one for Myung-gi and the other for… Subong?

“Yeah,” Subong couldn’t help but smile at Myung-gi’s happiness. “It’s really nice.” After a long bit of silence between them where Myung-gi snuggled into his nest and wrapped a blanket around himself while Subong watched, the Alpha finally broke the silence. “I’m, uh, gonna sleep on the couch.”

Barely even making it one step, Myung-gi called out after him. “Subong!!” He squirmed around in the middle of his blanket that he wrapped around him like a burrito. “I made this for both of us. Look - there’s TWO pillows!” He motioned at the other pillow exaggeratedly with his head, making Subong’s heart warm uncharacteristically. “C’mon, please?” He looked up with those seducing eyes that he knew Subong could never say no to. “I need my Alpha for my nest to be complete.”

Ignoring the fact that Myung-gi called Subong his Alpha, he crawled into the nest, unwrapping Myung-gi from the blanket and putting it over the both of them. Myung-gi cuddled with him, head against the taller man’s chest, breath slowing down steadily as he lulled to sleep. Subong held him there, fingers in the hair at Myung-gi’s nape as his chin was propped up on the top of other’s head.

Maybe he was being delusional, but he swore he heard a small “I think I love you too, Subong” coming from the man snuggling him like his life depended on it. It may have been fake, but it was enough to convince Subong to stay, to hold onto hope for a bit longer.

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Myung-gi woke up to the woody, musky scent of Subong, but no actual Subong. His side of the nest was completely empty. He panicked for a little bit, not hearing Thanos’ usual ruckus in the living room as he watched TV with the volume all the way up, but calmed down once he saw that the Alpha had left a sticky note on the bedside table. ‘I’m going to the studio today to settle some of my music stuff after almost a week of doing nothing. I won’t be back until about 7 but there’s groceries in the fridge. DON’T DRINK THE SOJU AND BEER THAT I BOUGHT! THOSE ARE FOR ME ONLY!!!!”

He chuckled slightly at those last two sentences. Subong was really possessive over his alcohol, apparently. All that made him want to do was drink it even more, not that he was even a guy who liked to get drunk. He had made some rash decisions while drunk in the past, so nowadays he liked to stay sober and sane.

Stepping into the emptiness of the apartment, now able to walk freely enough, he couldn’t help but feel some strange sense of loneliness. Sure, he had been lonely before, like after the whole crypto incident when he was forced to go off the grid and not talk to anybody. But this was different. It felt more like… Yearning? He yearned for his Alpha, Subong. He didn’t even try to deny that Subong wasn’t his Alpha anymore. The way his body reacted to the taller man and the way that all his thoughts became fuzzy once Subong talked to him were proof enough that they were meant to be mates, but he still didn’t know if he loved Subong or not. 

He had heard of mates who didn’t love each other before, kinda like friends with benefits, but that wasn’t what he and Subong had. Subong loved him, which was proven by his confession the day before, and he… Didn’t know what he felt towards the Alpha.

Feeling exhausted by the emotional toll of yesterday and how much his Omega had been acting up lately, he made a rash decision and decided to drink a few bottles of the beer that Subong had bought. Just a few - that was it. Sure, it was noon, but he wasn’t in the mood to have a healthy lunch. 

After taking out a small shot glass from one of Thanos’ kitchen cabinets, he opened the fridge, being met with a bunch of soju and beer bottles that littered the first two shelves of the fridge. Looking down, there were groceries - Subong actually hadn’t been lying. They weren’t from the best brands or the best choice of groceries, but it was a start.

Looking at all of these alcohol bottles, he knew that Subong wouldn’t notice if a few were missing, and took 3 bottles from the fridge. He hadn’t drank in a while, so he didn’t know what his tolerance levels were and decided to just experiment with it. So he poured himself a shot, and then another one, and soon he lost count, his vision turning a little blurry at the edges and his face falling onto his arms, laying onto the counter.

“Subong… Hyung.” He barely registered his own voice echoing on the other side of the call. 

“Myung-gi, did you drink the alcohol I literally told you NOT to drink?” Subong’s voice was a mix of irritation and amusement, loud into Myung-gi’s ears.

“Mhm…” Myung-gi twirled an empty bottle around, admiring it quietly. “Soju is… good.”

“Listen, I’ll be back in an hour, can you just hold it togeth-”

“Hyung!” His voice wasn’t loud, just commanding and slurred, making Subong shut up. “I miss you.” He grumbled into the phone like it was Subong’s fault that he missed him. “Come back into the nest with me… Please?” He whined pathetically into the speaker as if Subong could just jump out of the phone and be there with him.

“Thanos, do you need to go back to your Omega?” Myung-gi heard an unfamiliar voice come from Thanos’ end. It wasn’t Namgyu, so who was it? Subong said that he had to do some music stuff today, so was it his producer or something.

“Um… Would that be okay?” Subong’s nervous voice was something that the Omega had never heard before. Was his producer that intimidating?

After a little bit of inaudible conversation on Subong’s side, he finally spoke to Myung-gi again, awakening the man who was about to drift off to sleep again. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Don’t drink more or I swear to god, I’m gonna kick you out - or something.”

Myung-gi didn’t listen, of course, and ended the call while pouring himself another glass. He did not want to remember what would happen once Subong came back, not because he was afraid of Subong, but because he was scared of what he would say to Subong.

Subong came home at 6pm, the door swinging open violently. It would’ve made Myung-gi flinch normally, but in his state, he just looked over at Subong, his eyes glazed over and in another world.

The Alpha was already pissed off from the day, not because his producer didn’t want to produce his music anymore, but because his producer was a passive-aggressive bitch that made everything sound like a personal insult.

So he just stood there, hovering right in front of the door and staring at Myung-gi while debating whether to beat the shit out of him, get drunk with him, take him to bed and make him sleep early, or just fuck him until he gets impregnated with their pups.

Myung-gi finally broke the silence, stumbling over to Subong and hastily unbuttoning the Alpha’s shirt, fingers fumbling with each button, making him grumble in irritation before continuing his pathetic struggle with stubborn perseverance. 

Subong peeled the needy Omega away from his shirt and picked him up bridal-style, carrying him to the bed because he knew that if Myung-gi continued what he was doing, Subong wouldn’t hold back. He threw Myung-gi into their nest, trying to walk away and escape the situation, but Myung-gi just had to call out after him.

“Hyung…” Myung-gi slurred, voice hazy. “It’s too early to sleep.”

It’s also too early to be drinking, you idiot. Subong didn’t voice his thoughts, however, and decided to entertain Myung-gi. “What do you wanna do instead of sleeping, then? Huh?”

“I wanna fuck you.” Myung-gi’s voice was clear, barely slurred. He looked into Subong’s eyes pleadingly, as if telepathically seducing him.

He thought it over for a moment. Myung-gi was drunk, and he didn’t want to take advantage of the man. Myung-gi also was not in the right mindset and couldn’t make proper decisions, obviously.

“We can’t.” He finally answered, taking off his shirt fully and replacing it with more comfortable clothes to sleep with Myung-gi in.

“What? Why?” Myung-gi whined drunkenly, voice louder now.

“You’re too drunk. I’ll think it over once you’re sober.”

Myung-gi grumbled arrogantly at that, having no way to object. He was drunk as shit and Subong was doing the right thing by saying that they couldn’t, but he still didn’t like it.

Thanos climbed into the nest with Myung-gi, new, more comfortable clothes on. The Omega responded positively to that, hooking a leg and arm around Subong and curling against him, burying his head in the crook of the Alpha’s neck, right where his scent gland was. It was soft and domestic, everything that two people who were supposed to hate each other weren’t supposed to be.

Obviously, it was quickly interrupted. Myung-gi pushed Subong away harshly, making the Alpha roll a little bit on his back before turning back around to look confusedly at Myung-gi.

“Get the fuck out of my nest.” Myung-gi’s voice was sharp and demanding, completely different from the Myung-gi that had spoken to him so softly and pleadingly just a few minutes prior.

“Uh… Okay.” Subong awkwardly got out, confused as hell. Why was Myung-gi kicking him out of their nest out of nowhere? “Did I… Do something?”

“Yes.” The Omega glared at him, clearly irritated. Subong felt bad, sure, but he didn’t even know why Myung-gi was so aggravated. “Climbing into my nest with another Alpha’s scent? You’re such a fucking bitch.” Myung-gi’s anger was just heightened by his drunken state, and he started going off on Subong, taking out all his anger on the poor Alpha.

“Gosh, I’m sorry!” Subong exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender after Myung-gi had just assaulted him with words. “I-I’ll take a shower, okay? I’m-I’m sorry. I should’ve been more aware of whose scent I got into your nest. I’m sorry.” He really did mean it, voice as sincere as he could possibly get it. The truth was, this Alpha that Myung-gi was so mad about was none other than his producer. That bitch was ruining every aspect of his life.

“Okay.” Myung-gi muttered, all his anger finally out, now starting to feel bad. “Can I come with you?” He was still horny, and this technically didn’t count as fucking but would still let him see Subong naked again. “I didn’t shower today.” He looked up at Subong with those puppy eyes that he knew the Alpha couldn’t say no to, words slightly slurring from his drunkenness. 

Subong sighed, rubbing his forehead while trying to think of how that could be wrong, finally coming up with nothing and being able to let Myung-gi shower with him. The Omega eagerly jumped out of their nest, almost falling over while getting out of bed but still making it to Thanos.

The two undressed and got into the shower silently, Myung-gi quietly gawking at Subong’s figure while Subong scrubbed himself clean. 

“Do you need me to wash you too, or can you still do that?” Subong smirked at the shameless man who wasn’t even pretending to clean himself.

“I can do it myself!” Myung-gi replied defensively, trying to hide the fact that his words were slurring and that he could barely hold himself up.

They bathed in silence, the Omega sneaking small glances at Subong’s body whenever he could. Shampoo got into his eyes one of these times, making him double over in temporary pain while he desperately tried to get it out with even more soapy hands. Subong came to the rescue, moving Myung-gi’s hair out of his face and cleansing his eyes with non-soapy hands.

“Subong.” Myung-gi broke their silence while washing the shampoo out of his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I think I love you too.” Myung-gi answered, slurring over his words. Sure, he was drunk, but he was the most honest when he was drunk. 

“Alright.” 

They didn’t talk for the rest of the shower, getting out to dry themselves in peaceful silence. Myung-gi felt his head aching from the alcohol, starting to finally sober up, but his heart felt as if a weight had been lifted off of it. He finally confessed.

Getting into their soft nest, Subong pulled Myung-gi close, spooning him. They didn’t exchange any words, just existed next to each other, and Myung-gi liked that. He wished things could stay like this forever.