The Misconceptions of Fate
Title: The Misconceptions of Fate
Author:wishunew
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references.
Pairing/Focus: JongTae, onkeyho
Summary: AU, Jinki copes with what happened in the last chapter as more on Jonghyun comes to light
beta'd by Deepgashes after i forced her into doing it for me.
but she was being pushy so she deserved it.
Jinki was the first to regain consciousness, shifting and going rigid, eyes snapping open as he felt something slide out from inside him. He groaned and closed his eyes once more, pressing his forehead lightly into someone’s collarbone… Key’s, from the smell of the other, not wanting to wake the alpha as the eldest boy tried to get a handle on the situation. Key looked mauled. Both sides of his neck black and blue from being bitten, hard, it looked like. Frantically, Jinki reached a hand up to run over his own neck and shoulders, sighing in relief when he didn’t feel any such marks, but guilt twisted up in his stomach. He’d marked the young alpha, but Key had had the restraint to prevent himself from doing so. Betas couldn’t initiate bonds, though, so they were safe, from that, at least.
With a deep inhale, Onew knew it was worse than it looked; Minho’s scent permeated the stagnant air as well. He was curled behind key, nuzzled into him possessively. Jinki bared his teeth at the sight, moving away from the dozing alphas as fast as his sour body could, blinking back the wetness in his eyes. This was so messed up, everything was wrong now. He’d messed up again.
Clumsy and shaking, blushing bright red as he crawled to his pants, sticky and dripping and hot on the inside. He needed to get away, lock himself away somewhere that he could wait out the last hours of this and think about what he was going to do. So instead of waking the alphas up, Jinki stumbled, shamefully, out if the dance studio, running away and he knew it, but he bit his lip and tried to keep from crying as he leaned against the elevator door.
He could still feel the cum dripping from him sluggishly, mixed with his own natural lubricant. He shivered and curled a hand into his shirt, trying to force himself to keep some kind of composure as he stumbled out of the metal box and towards their dorm. The echoes of memories, how familiar this whole thing was haunted him, made him press harder into the wall, forced him to walk faster. If he could just get out of sight for a few hours, could hide and wash everything away…
It took him a while to key in the correct code to their door, hands shaking so badly, but as he dragged himself though the threshold and into the hallway, he kind of wished he’d just stayed in the studio, the feeling of safety that washed over him as the door clicked shut cut short as he turned to see their manager gesticulating wildly at Taemin, who looked scandalized and angry. Their conversation, already in soft voices, hushed to silence as both eyes fell on him, and the alphas sniffed the air.
Their manager turned a shade of purple that mimicked the color he had when Taemin locked them out of the hotel room that night. The older man’s jaw clenched as he quickly moved towards Jinki, grabbing the beta by his arms tightly. “What have you done?”
Jinki shook violently as he stared at the man, opening and closing his mouth. What had he done? God, what hadn’t he done? Key looked like he’d been attacked, body covered in bruises, as Minho curled up behind him, just as untouched as Jinki was.
The thought of the alphas made his arousal spike, wanting to be back with them, pressed close and filled, and it was like their Manager suddenly remembered that Jinki was in heat, dropping the beta, who let out a weak sound as his legs gave out and he fell to the floor, whimpering.
“Clean yourself up,” the man ordered, wrinkling his nose, before turning and glaring pointedly at Taemin, stabbing his finger at him. “You, find Minho. Taemin, Get Jonghyun out of his room. When your leader has composed himself again, we are all going to have a nice long chat about what it means to be a singer under SM entertainment.” With that, he stepped over Jinki and slammed the door shut.
Jinki shivered and curled into a ball, trying to hide the tears that welled up in his eyes from Taemin, who shifted awkwardly in the living room, before making his way over to the leader.
“H-Hyung?” the dancer asked hesitantly, reaching out to touch the elder, who shrank back away from the claimed alpha instinctively.
“Don’t,” Jinki muttered, biting his lip and wiping at his cheeks, “Jjong’ll get mad.”
Taemin scoffed at him and reached to grip his shoulders, rolling his eyes at the older man’s words. Like that was a legit reason not to help the clearly suffering man.
“He’s already mad,” Taemin clarified as he guided the eldest to the bathroom. “At least now there’ll be a reason for it.” He gently helped the elder onto the toilet seat before flitting around the bathroom feeling a bit useless. “Should I run you a bath? Jonghyun took a shower, but he was a bit more… with it, than you are.” He blushed and tried to keep his eyes away from the beta, playing with his hands, “I’m just… not sure what to do here.”
Jinki took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Taemin was a good alpha, trying to help and Jinki didn’t want to make it harder on him, trying to ignore the hole it ripped in his gut, because Taemin wasn’t his alpha, so he smiled as best he could. “A bath would be nice,” he said finally.
The younger boy eyed him carefully before he started one up, adding salts to soften the water and staying until it was full, before turning it off and hesitating once again.
“Are you gonna be okay?” The youngest asked, sucking on his lip as his fingers twitched to reach out to help more, but Jinki waved him off with a gentle smile, a real one now.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, standing slowly, “but I would appreciate it if you could leave so that I can get in.” he chuckled a little at the blush that bloomed over Taemin’s face as the boy nodded wordlessly and scurried from the room.
Jinki sighed heavily when he was alone, and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. There, easy, he thought as he reached for his sweatpants, fumbling with them as he pushed them down, hissing as he was exposed to the cool air of the room. He clenched his eyes shut and forced himself to step out of the pants, his heat was ebbing, and as long as he didn’t focus too much on the cum that was still slowly drooling out of him, he would be fine.
Showers were generally better, washed everything away and down the drain, but Jinki didn’t think he could stand, feeling sore and cleaved open, weak beyond belief. His legs felt like rubber and his back burned. The heat was ebbing from him, and the pain was more pronounced, and he hissed as he slid into the hot water, stinging at his entrance but he forced himself to relax into it, leaning back and enjoying it as best he could.
He tried not to let himself think of the bad that was waiting for him on the other side of the door as he let the heat from the water carry the ache in his muscles away, slowly washing his limbs, taking his time because he didn’t want to get out. He hissed as he pressed a finger into himself, sore from overuse, wriggling as he worked the cum out of him. The water was cloudy with soap and cum and he sniffed, pouting and turning the water on, opening the drain to clear it out before he washed his hair.
He’d just turned everything off when the door clicked open. Panic shot though him as he dragged his knees to his chest, hiding everything as he looked wide-eyed at the door, thinking Taemin, or the manager, or, god forbid, Minho and Key, had come to interrupt him.
He relaxed immediately when it was Jonghyun who entered, frowning at the tight faced boy. The singer didn’t say a word however, just took one look at him and slid down to his knees before the tub, taking the shampoo and working it into Jinki’s hair. The older boy opened his mouth to say something only to be shushed by the smaller beta, a gentle tug on his hair the only communication they had as Jonghyun diligently massaged his scalp, and Jinki hummed, relaxing into the water.
It wasn’t until after the singer rinsed his hands from working conditioner into the leader’s hair that they said anything to each other, the smaller boy sitting beside the tub, resting his chin on the forearm he had draped over the tub lip, watching the leader.
Jinki wiggled under the gaze and looked down at the water. They’d seen each other naked too many times to care about modesty, but Jinki was in a weird place, and Jjong had never just watched him when he was naked before.
“How’s Kibum,” he found himself saying and shrank further into himself at the snort that erupted from the younger beta.
“I wouldn’t say he’s fine since he looks like he was used as a chew toy, but he’s coping far better than Minho is. The frog keeps giving him these weird eyes and kind of, hovering at the other end of whatever room he’s in. Key’s ignoring him, which seems to be some kind of relief to the tall idiot, who has some kind of melt down every time someone says anything to him. But I could send him in, if you’d rather talk to your alpha.” There was a slightly hurt tone in the younger’s voice, but Jinki didn’t care as he grabbed for the man’s arm, eyes wide.
“Don’t!” he hissed, tugging the shorter boy back. “What if he… What if I… You can’t,” he added lamely, looking down at the water and letting go of Jonghyun, turning away to hide his embarrassment from the outburst. God, he was normally more collected than his. He jumped slightly when a hand rested on his knee under the water, and turned back to face Jonghyun, who gave it a small squeeze before pulling his hand back and flicking some water at the older man.
“Relax, okay? I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” As If to prove his point he settled back against the tub and hummed. “Key isn’t going to judge you because you’re not a virgin, Hyung,” he said as he stared at the crumpled clothing on the floor. He rocked back and forth slightly with boredom, his slightly hyperactive tendencies not happy with him doing nothing, “He’s super open-minded about that kind of stuff and he respects you. It’s not like you’re going to have to talk about what hap-”
“That’s enough” Jinki cut him off sharply, snarling slightly. Jonghyun tensed, a soft, challenging growl coming from him as well, but he didn’t turn to move, and Jinki forced himself to calm down, taking a deep breath. Jjong’s shoulders sagged when the older boy let out a long sigh, slipping into the tub. “Sorry” he muttered uselessly, blinking up at the ceiling. “How long have I been in here?” he asked, changing the subject, looking down at his pruney fingers. It hadn’t felt that long…
“A bit,” Jjong answered with a shrug, “Manager Hyung came by a few minutes ago yelling something about how unreliable betas can’t be leaders.”
Jinki flinched, clenching his eyes shut as he fought a wave of despair that tried to claw its way up his throat. It tasted like a scream.
“But both Minho and Key ripped into him about that, saying how it’s only the medication that has you off kilter and that if we didn’t have to take it in the first place, none of this would have happened. Which brought him around to what happened with Taemin and me.” Jonghyun trailed off for a second, biting his lip. Jinki knew that he felt guilty for everything that had happened after he’d giving in to the younger boy.
Jinki reached out a wet hand and ruffled the younger’s hair, silently urging him to continue. Jonghyun tilted his head to try and hide his smile.
“Key yelled something about how alpha-dominant thinking was making the world unsafe for betas, how it’s wrong to make us ashamed of our heats, and how incredibly stupid he is for saying that the heats aren’t our fault, that we can’t control it, so we have to be locked up for our safety, but then also blaming us for affecting alphas and causing trouble. Then Manager started to say something and Minho punched him so hard he almost fell over.” Jonghyun turned to look at Jinki at that, trying to gauge his reaction to the normally reserved alpha’s actions. “And said how, you and I were really important to them and that they won’t tolerate us being talked down to anymore.”
Jinki blinked, sensing the confused and slightly flattered feelings coming from Jonghyun, mirroring them in his own inner turmoil. Minho was going to get in trouble for what he’d done. They’d probably cancel his TV appearances for a while and take his phone; ground him or something to the apartment, but the fact that he’d even done such a thing clearly meant he didn’t care about the repercussions. Jinki bit his lip as Jonghyun reached for his hair, guiding him down to rinse the conditioner from it.
“So don’t think you’ve ruined anything,” Jonghyun said at last, as he helped the older boy out of the tub, drying off his hair. “Whatever’s happened, Minho’s freaky attitude about Key notwithstanding, I think we’re closer because of it.”
Jinki flushed and nodded, grabbing for the towel and wrapping it around his waist, shooing the younger boy’s hands away, with a slight giggle before pulling the younger into a hug. He sagged into the muscular beta when Jonghyun returned it, squeezing him tightly. Jinki nuzzled into him, crooning with happiness when he tensed, sniffing carefully, and he could feel Jonghyun stiffen against him, trying to pull away from the hold but Jinki just gripped him tighter, pressing his nose right into Jonghyun’s neck and taking a long inhale, senses heightened by his lingering heat, before pulling back suddenly eyes wide as he searched the youngers face.
“Jjong-”
“Shut up Jinki,” the younger boy growled back, snarling softly, and backing up to the door. “Don’t you fucking say anything. You fucked with two different alphas at the same time; don’t you fucking dare.”
The leader flinched only slightly at the comment that was supposed to get him to back off, throw him off track, eyes raking down the younger boys frame, “Jonghyun… How can you… expect me not to say anything? That’s… its Dangerous! Does Taemin even know?”
The younger boy flinched like he’d been hit and looked down, picking at his shirt and baring his teeth at the ground. “Why would he even care?” Jonghyun whispered, flashing angry eyes up at Jinki before looking down at his feet again. Jinki sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was in no mood to deal with this shit now. But then again, life never cared about when they were in the mood for something.
“Jonghyun, Taemin cares about you and you know it. You’re just a little crazy right now. Hell, we’re all crazy right now,” Jinki declared, throwing his hands up to as if the gesture encompassed the whole band. “But just because you think he’ll like… hate you or think that you’re useless now, doesn’t matter. He loves you, and you have to tell him.” He growled and ran a hand though his wet hair, shaking his head. “I mean, Goddamn it Jonghyun, Taemin has a right to know!”
The bathroom door swung open before Jjong could open his mouth to reply. The younger beta was leaning so heavily into it that he stumbled as it suddenly moved, would have fallen if not for Taemin’s arms suddenly wrapping around him, pulling the small beta close to steady him. Jinki and Jonghyun both stared at him like he’d grown a second head, and he blinked back, just as confused.
“What do I have a right to know?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at Jonghyun.
The singer just struggled out of his grip with a snarl and stepped away, his hackles up, and Taemin shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing the agitated beta wearily. “Jjong?”
“I’m getting an abortion,” the singer declared with as much venom in his voice as a cobra.
Taemin froze at the words, eyes going impossibly wide as Jonghyun stalked past him and back into his room, the slam of his door echoing through the dorm.
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Author:wishunew
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references.
Pairing/Focus: JongTae, onkeyho
Summary: AU, Jinki copes with what happened in the last chapter as more on Jonghyun comes to light
beta'd by Deepgashes after i forced her into doing it for me.
but she was being pushy so she deserved it.
Jinki was the first to regain consciousness, shifting and going rigid, eyes snapping open as he felt something slide out from inside him. He groaned and closed his eyes once more, pressing his forehead lightly into someone’s collarbone… Key’s, from the smell of the other, not wanting to wake the alpha as the eldest boy tried to get a handle on the situation. Key looked mauled. Both sides of his neck black and blue from being bitten, hard, it looked like. Frantically, Jinki reached a hand up to run over his own neck and shoulders, sighing in relief when he didn’t feel any such marks, but guilt twisted up in his stomach. He’d marked the young alpha, but Key had had the restraint to prevent himself from doing so. Betas couldn’t initiate bonds, though, so they were safe, from that, at least.
With a deep inhale, Onew knew it was worse than it looked; Minho’s scent permeated the stagnant air as well. He was curled behind key, nuzzled into him possessively. Jinki bared his teeth at the sight, moving away from the dozing alphas as fast as his sour body could, blinking back the wetness in his eyes. This was so messed up, everything was wrong now. He’d messed up again.
Clumsy and shaking, blushing bright red as he crawled to his pants, sticky and dripping and hot on the inside. He needed to get away, lock himself away somewhere that he could wait out the last hours of this and think about what he was going to do. So instead of waking the alphas up, Jinki stumbled, shamefully, out if the dance studio, running away and he knew it, but he bit his lip and tried to keep from crying as he leaned against the elevator door.
He could still feel the cum dripping from him sluggishly, mixed with his own natural lubricant. He shivered and curled a hand into his shirt, trying to force himself to keep some kind of composure as he stumbled out of the metal box and towards their dorm. The echoes of memories, how familiar this whole thing was haunted him, made him press harder into the wall, forced him to walk faster. If he could just get out of sight for a few hours, could hide and wash everything away…
It took him a while to key in the correct code to their door, hands shaking so badly, but as he dragged himself though the threshold and into the hallway, he kind of wished he’d just stayed in the studio, the feeling of safety that washed over him as the door clicked shut cut short as he turned to see their manager gesticulating wildly at Taemin, who looked scandalized and angry. Their conversation, already in soft voices, hushed to silence as both eyes fell on him, and the alphas sniffed the air.
Their manager turned a shade of purple that mimicked the color he had when Taemin locked them out of the hotel room that night. The older man’s jaw clenched as he quickly moved towards Jinki, grabbing the beta by his arms tightly. “What have you done?”
Jinki shook violently as he stared at the man, opening and closing his mouth. What had he done? God, what hadn’t he done? Key looked like he’d been attacked, body covered in bruises, as Minho curled up behind him, just as untouched as Jinki was.
The thought of the alphas made his arousal spike, wanting to be back with them, pressed close and filled, and it was like their Manager suddenly remembered that Jinki was in heat, dropping the beta, who let out a weak sound as his legs gave out and he fell to the floor, whimpering.
“Clean yourself up,” the man ordered, wrinkling his nose, before turning and glaring pointedly at Taemin, stabbing his finger at him. “You, find Minho. Taemin, Get Jonghyun out of his room. When your leader has composed himself again, we are all going to have a nice long chat about what it means to be a singer under SM entertainment.” With that, he stepped over Jinki and slammed the door shut.
Jinki shivered and curled into a ball, trying to hide the tears that welled up in his eyes from Taemin, who shifted awkwardly in the living room, before making his way over to the leader.
“H-Hyung?” the dancer asked hesitantly, reaching out to touch the elder, who shrank back away from the claimed alpha instinctively.
“Don’t,” Jinki muttered, biting his lip and wiping at his cheeks, “Jjong’ll get mad.”
Taemin scoffed at him and reached to grip his shoulders, rolling his eyes at the older man’s words. Like that was a legit reason not to help the clearly suffering man.
“He’s already mad,” Taemin clarified as he guided the eldest to the bathroom. “At least now there’ll be a reason for it.” He gently helped the elder onto the toilet seat before flitting around the bathroom feeling a bit useless. “Should I run you a bath? Jonghyun took a shower, but he was a bit more… with it, than you are.” He blushed and tried to keep his eyes away from the beta, playing with his hands, “I’m just… not sure what to do here.”
Jinki took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Taemin was a good alpha, trying to help and Jinki didn’t want to make it harder on him, trying to ignore the hole it ripped in his gut, because Taemin wasn’t his alpha, so he smiled as best he could. “A bath would be nice,” he said finally.
The younger boy eyed him carefully before he started one up, adding salts to soften the water and staying until it was full, before turning it off and hesitating once again.
“Are you gonna be okay?” The youngest asked, sucking on his lip as his fingers twitched to reach out to help more, but Jinki waved him off with a gentle smile, a real one now.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, standing slowly, “but I would appreciate it if you could leave so that I can get in.” he chuckled a little at the blush that bloomed over Taemin’s face as the boy nodded wordlessly and scurried from the room.
Jinki sighed heavily when he was alone, and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. There, easy, he thought as he reached for his sweatpants, fumbling with them as he pushed them down, hissing as he was exposed to the cool air of the room. He clenched his eyes shut and forced himself to step out of the pants, his heat was ebbing, and as long as he didn’t focus too much on the cum that was still slowly drooling out of him, he would be fine.
Showers were generally better, washed everything away and down the drain, but Jinki didn’t think he could stand, feeling sore and cleaved open, weak beyond belief. His legs felt like rubber and his back burned. The heat was ebbing from him, and the pain was more pronounced, and he hissed as he slid into the hot water, stinging at his entrance but he forced himself to relax into it, leaning back and enjoying it as best he could.
He tried not to let himself think of the bad that was waiting for him on the other side of the door as he let the heat from the water carry the ache in his muscles away, slowly washing his limbs, taking his time because he didn’t want to get out. He hissed as he pressed a finger into himself, sore from overuse, wriggling as he worked the cum out of him. The water was cloudy with soap and cum and he sniffed, pouting and turning the water on, opening the drain to clear it out before he washed his hair.
He’d just turned everything off when the door clicked open. Panic shot though him as he dragged his knees to his chest, hiding everything as he looked wide-eyed at the door, thinking Taemin, or the manager, or, god forbid, Minho and Key, had come to interrupt him.
He relaxed immediately when it was Jonghyun who entered, frowning at the tight faced boy. The singer didn’t say a word however, just took one look at him and slid down to his knees before the tub, taking the shampoo and working it into Jinki’s hair. The older boy opened his mouth to say something only to be shushed by the smaller beta, a gentle tug on his hair the only communication they had as Jonghyun diligently massaged his scalp, and Jinki hummed, relaxing into the water.
It wasn’t until after the singer rinsed his hands from working conditioner into the leader’s hair that they said anything to each other, the smaller boy sitting beside the tub, resting his chin on the forearm he had draped over the tub lip, watching the leader.
Jinki wiggled under the gaze and looked down at the water. They’d seen each other naked too many times to care about modesty, but Jinki was in a weird place, and Jjong had never just watched him when he was naked before.
“How’s Kibum,” he found himself saying and shrank further into himself at the snort that erupted from the younger beta.
“I wouldn’t say he’s fine since he looks like he was used as a chew toy, but he’s coping far better than Minho is. The frog keeps giving him these weird eyes and kind of, hovering at the other end of whatever room he’s in. Key’s ignoring him, which seems to be some kind of relief to the tall idiot, who has some kind of melt down every time someone says anything to him. But I could send him in, if you’d rather talk to your alpha.” There was a slightly hurt tone in the younger’s voice, but Jinki didn’t care as he grabbed for the man’s arm, eyes wide.
“Don’t!” he hissed, tugging the shorter boy back. “What if he… What if I… You can’t,” he added lamely, looking down at the water and letting go of Jonghyun, turning away to hide his embarrassment from the outburst. God, he was normally more collected than his. He jumped slightly when a hand rested on his knee under the water, and turned back to face Jonghyun, who gave it a small squeeze before pulling his hand back and flicking some water at the older man.
“Relax, okay? I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” As If to prove his point he settled back against the tub and hummed. “Key isn’t going to judge you because you’re not a virgin, Hyung,” he said as he stared at the crumpled clothing on the floor. He rocked back and forth slightly with boredom, his slightly hyperactive tendencies not happy with him doing nothing, “He’s super open-minded about that kind of stuff and he respects you. It’s not like you’re going to have to talk about what hap-”
“That’s enough” Jinki cut him off sharply, snarling slightly. Jonghyun tensed, a soft, challenging growl coming from him as well, but he didn’t turn to move, and Jinki forced himself to calm down, taking a deep breath. Jjong’s shoulders sagged when the older boy let out a long sigh, slipping into the tub. “Sorry” he muttered uselessly, blinking up at the ceiling. “How long have I been in here?” he asked, changing the subject, looking down at his pruney fingers. It hadn’t felt that long…
“A bit,” Jjong answered with a shrug, “Manager Hyung came by a few minutes ago yelling something about how unreliable betas can’t be leaders.”
Jinki flinched, clenching his eyes shut as he fought a wave of despair that tried to claw its way up his throat. It tasted like a scream.
“But both Minho and Key ripped into him about that, saying how it’s only the medication that has you off kilter and that if we didn’t have to take it in the first place, none of this would have happened. Which brought him around to what happened with Taemin and me.” Jonghyun trailed off for a second, biting his lip. Jinki knew that he felt guilty for everything that had happened after he’d giving in to the younger boy.
Jinki reached out a wet hand and ruffled the younger’s hair, silently urging him to continue. Jonghyun tilted his head to try and hide his smile.
“Key yelled something about how alpha-dominant thinking was making the world unsafe for betas, how it’s wrong to make us ashamed of our heats, and how incredibly stupid he is for saying that the heats aren’t our fault, that we can’t control it, so we have to be locked up for our safety, but then also blaming us for affecting alphas and causing trouble. Then Manager started to say something and Minho punched him so hard he almost fell over.” Jonghyun turned to look at Jinki at that, trying to gauge his reaction to the normally reserved alpha’s actions. “And said how, you and I were really important to them and that they won’t tolerate us being talked down to anymore.”
Jinki blinked, sensing the confused and slightly flattered feelings coming from Jonghyun, mirroring them in his own inner turmoil. Minho was going to get in trouble for what he’d done. They’d probably cancel his TV appearances for a while and take his phone; ground him or something to the apartment, but the fact that he’d even done such a thing clearly meant he didn’t care about the repercussions. Jinki bit his lip as Jonghyun reached for his hair, guiding him down to rinse the conditioner from it.
“So don’t think you’ve ruined anything,” Jonghyun said at last, as he helped the older boy out of the tub, drying off his hair. “Whatever’s happened, Minho’s freaky attitude about Key notwithstanding, I think we’re closer because of it.”
Jinki flushed and nodded, grabbing for the towel and wrapping it around his waist, shooing the younger boy’s hands away, with a slight giggle before pulling the younger into a hug. He sagged into the muscular beta when Jonghyun returned it, squeezing him tightly. Jinki nuzzled into him, crooning with happiness when he tensed, sniffing carefully, and he could feel Jonghyun stiffen against him, trying to pull away from the hold but Jinki just gripped him tighter, pressing his nose right into Jonghyun’s neck and taking a long inhale, senses heightened by his lingering heat, before pulling back suddenly eyes wide as he searched the youngers face.
“Jjong-”
“Shut up Jinki,” the younger boy growled back, snarling softly, and backing up to the door. “Don’t you fucking say anything. You fucked with two different alphas at the same time; don’t you fucking dare.”
The leader flinched only slightly at the comment that was supposed to get him to back off, throw him off track, eyes raking down the younger boys frame, “Jonghyun… How can you… expect me not to say anything? That’s… its Dangerous! Does Taemin even know?”
The younger boy flinched like he’d been hit and looked down, picking at his shirt and baring his teeth at the ground. “Why would he even care?” Jonghyun whispered, flashing angry eyes up at Jinki before looking down at his feet again. Jinki sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was in no mood to deal with this shit now. But then again, life never cared about when they were in the mood for something.
“Jonghyun, Taemin cares about you and you know it. You’re just a little crazy right now. Hell, we’re all crazy right now,” Jinki declared, throwing his hands up to as if the gesture encompassed the whole band. “But just because you think he’ll like… hate you or think that you’re useless now, doesn’t matter. He loves you, and you have to tell him.” He growled and ran a hand though his wet hair, shaking his head. “I mean, Goddamn it Jonghyun, Taemin has a right to know!”
The bathroom door swung open before Jjong could open his mouth to reply. The younger beta was leaning so heavily into it that he stumbled as it suddenly moved, would have fallen if not for Taemin’s arms suddenly wrapping around him, pulling the small beta close to steady him. Jinki and Jonghyun both stared at him like he’d grown a second head, and he blinked back, just as confused.
“What do I have a right to know?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at Jonghyun.
The singer just struggled out of his grip with a snarl and stepped away, his hackles up, and Taemin shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing the agitated beta wearily. “Jjong?”
“I’m getting an abortion,” the singer declared with as much venom in his voice as a cobra.
Taemin froze at the words, eyes going impossibly wide as Jonghyun stalked past him and back into his room, the slam of his door echoing through the dorm.
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