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"Has anyone seen my coat?" Kim Dokja said across the living room - where most of KimCom were relaxing in.
Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung peeked over the back of the couch, "Did hyung loose it?"
Gilyoung huffed, "Ahjussi would never loose his coat."
"You don't know that!"
"Yes, I do!"
They practically growled at each other, then, they attacked. Biting and scratching and punching as they rolled around into a ball of chaos on the couch.
"So," Dokja brought the others attention to him. "Anyone seen it?"
Jihee, with a face full of snacks, shook her head from the carpeted floor. A gurgled sound arose from her mouth as she was barely able to pronounce, "Have you tried looking in your room?"
"Ugh," Jung Heewon grimaced, "finish chewing before you speak."
Jihee glared indignantly at Hewon as she opened her mouth even wider, showcasing the mouth mush of half-chewed food.
Heewon winced, instinctually sticking out her foot and pushing her as far as her legs could go. Midway through her journey, Jihee ended up falling on her side and pouting.
Heewon - part guilty, part justified, fully disgusted - simply said, "Gross."
Han Sooyoung cackle like a witch while Yoo Sangah held a gentle smile, her shoulders trembling microscopically.
Kim Dokja sighed. "It's not in my room."
"Is it in the clinic?" Sangah piped in, hopefully.
"I...haven't checked. " Just as Dokja was about to pivot in the clinics direction a voice interrupted him.
"Don't bother." Lee Soelhwa put her mug down on the coffee table. "It wasn't there last time I was, which was 20 minutes ago."
Sangah and Dokja simultaneously deflated, the former leaking gloom and defeat.
Han Sooyoung clicked her tongue, rolling her lollipop around her mouth, seemingly irritated. "Have you tried asking that violent bastard?"
"Joonghyuk?" Dokja shook his head, "I haven't seen him today, why?"
Sooyoung crunched down on the lollipop with her teeth, murmuring curses. A slight putridness laced her citrus scent, "Well, go do it."
Dokja rose an eyebrow, squinting. "Why are you so confident that he knows?"
Han Sooyoung scoffed, waving her hand flippantly. From then on she ignored him, unwrapping her seventh lemon lollipop of the day.
Dokja slowly walked up the stairs to the dorms, deliberately hunched and squinting suspiciously at Han Sooyoung.
Once he left the room, the kids finally fell off the couch and onto the floor, Shin Yoosung ending up on top.
A brief pause overtook the lounge.
"Think he'll figure it out?" Sangah asked.
Heewon leaned back on her hands, staring at the ceiling. "Who knows, he's a beta so he might be kicked out before he notices."
"Knowing those emotionally constipated bastards," Sooyoung chimed, "he could walk through Joonghyuks' entire room and still not realise it."
"Don't be so sure." Soelhwa commented; her only comment about the situation for the rest of the night.
A wooden door loomed over Kim Dokja, suffocating his confidence and conviction. All his instincts were screaming at him that if he went in there, something irreversible would happen.
Yet...something sung in his very soul; asking, begging, for him to be in there. To enter, lock the door, and never leave again. To flood everything with his pheromones. To claim.
Fourth wall is shaking.
Dokja let out a halted breath, calming down with the help of the Fourth Wall. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hissed lightly before, finally, knocking on Yoo Joonghyuks door.
And he waited...and waited...
He stood at the door for five minutes before he knocked again, waiting for any sign of life behind the door.
No voice.
No shuffling.
Kim Dokja knocked one last time as he pushed the door open, unlocked, and welcomed to pitch black.
"Yoo Joonghyuk?" he said cautiously, almost pacifying.
He heard the rustling of blankets and quick, sharp breaths from the bed. Dokja took two steps in, shutting the door, before he instantly flushed bright red - looking so much like the tomatoes he hates.
Smoke, sawdust, spices; the smell of cooking, of creation, clung to his nose. Flooding his sinuses.
Flinging his hands over his nose, he attempted to breath through his mouth. An even worse idea.
Stir fry, spaghetti, stew. His mouth was filled with all the tastes he could think of, an entire buffet laid out for him.
Dokja growled, loosing control of his legs and crawling away from the epicenter of the sensory bombardment. Said epicenter rose from the bed, towering to unimaginable heights. Snarling.
Dokja desperately inhaled his own, weaker, scent off his wrists and sleeves. Cowering in the corner as he tried to make himself smaller and less threatening.
Yoo Joonghyuks piercing eyes followed him to the corner. A harsh golden glow visible thing from the blanket mound. Dokja whimpered, burying his away and into his wrists. Grasping at any semblance of rationality within him.
He should have known the futility of his actions, the utter helplessness he's willingly been trapped in.
"Kim Dokja."
Deep, raspy, breathless, Yoo Joonghyuk addressed Dokja like a cornered animal that would run at the smallest opening.
Dokja whined, heaving through pheromone soaked air. Ripping one of his hands through his hair, he tugged harshly to regain control.
"Dokja." The covers began to shift as Yoo Joonhyuk unraveled the sheets, slowly extracting himself of the blanket dome.
Kim Dokja didn't dare look.
'Fourth Wall is thinning.'
Eyelids clenched so tightly, they seemed to fuse.
A whine ripped through Yoo Joonghyuk, his entire figure shaking. His ears were a bright red that spread to a pink dusting on his cheeks, panting from exertion and desire.
Barely able to make out the figure in the corner, his insides cried out for him, instinctually recognising Kim Dokja.
His body burned against the air, seemingly frozen against his burning skin. He moaned.
The shadow stiffened, folding into himself impossibly further.
Joonghyuks eyebrows furrowed, frustration building in his chest and nether regions. Swallowing his pride, he built up the strength to say: "Please."
Kim Dokjas head finally shot off his knees, bearing witness to Yoo Joonghyuks beauty in the dark of his room.
...He found his coat.
Clinging to Yoo Joonghyuks frame, drenched in various fluids that darkened the fabric. Besides that, it was the only thing Joonhyuk was wearing.
'Fourth Wall is dangerously thin.'
His bare chest was dyed red, sweat ran down his chiseled stomach and thighs as his dick stood, painfully pinned to his navel.
His body shuddered under Dokjas watchful gaze, expectations growing monstrously as slick slid down his thighs.
Joonghyuks breath stuttered like a broken car, excitement surging through him at the thought of getting stimulation from something other than his hands. Only, it didn't.
Kim Dokja stared blankly, disbelievingly almost. He just couldn't comprehend the sight before him, his protagonist was in his bed, his nest, and wearing his coat.
He saw the twitch of those sculpted brows and snapped out of his stupor in time to hear the most heavenly sound, thick with desperation.
"Dokja."
Staggering to his feet, Dokja slowly shuffled to the edge of the bed, kneeling down beside Joonghyuk. For the first time since entering, he spoke.
"Joonghyuk~" A sensual whisper stuck a cord down the omegas back. "What do you need?"
Blissed out black eyes stared into Kim Dokjas soul as he shuddered, "Alpha."
A satiated smile spread on Dokjas face, a thick wall of calming pheromones of stone and morning dew sprung forth from his scent glands. Thicker than any betas, revealing his true secondary gender. "Good boy."
Joonghyuk hastily inhaled the air, feeling the gut wretching cramps ease into a slight pang. He was so focused in drowning himself in this scent that he panicked when a hand brushed against his own.
"Joonghyuk," Joonhyuk swears he could cum to just this voice saying his name. "Joonghyuk, may I enter your nest?"
A high pitched whine escaped his throat, messily grabbing at Kim Dokjas' face, attempting to tug him closer.
"Ah, ah~" A chiding tone slipped out as Dokja placed his hands on top of Joonghyuks'. Stopping him from ripping his head off his neck, even in his weakened state. "I need your permission, darling."
He watched as hint of rage - from the pet name or the rejection - came and went from his face, quickly replaced with a building frustration.
Joonghyuk bit his lip, "You can enter." A desperate hiss, "Just get in here."
He was rewarded with a rumble from Kim Dokjas chest, purring like a car. Dokja slowly stood up, removing Joonhyuks hands from his cheeks and just holding them, settling into the pile of cushions and blankets on the bed.
The muscular man curled into the alphas space, burying his head into his neck, nipping at the scent gland. A paradise of old pages and stone dust assaulted his senses, protecting him in a fortress of words.
Dokjas breath hitched at the little nibbles, teeth barely scraping the surface of his skin. Slowly, he stretched his hand around the solid waist of the nude man.
Joonghyuk moaned into his ear, hot breath fanning his neck.
"You're doing so good." Dokja whispered into his ear, rubbing circles on Joonghyuks waist with his thumb. Excitement sparking to his core.
Joonhyuk spread his legs further apart, exposing his erection for all to see, twitching pitifully at the light petting. He winced at the lack of friction.
"Dokja," he huffed against his neck. "Hurry!"
A shiver ripped through the older man, clenching his teeth. Slowly, he changed his pheromones from aroused to relaxed, releasing a wave of soothing scents.
Reaching his other hand to the back of Joonghyuks head, he gently caressed the silky black strands of hair, his nails scraping down Joonghyuks scalp. His wrist scenting Joonghyuks nape, "Shh, you're so sweet."
Joonghyuk involuntarily grumbled - no, he didn't purr. Burying his nose impossibly closer to Dokjas skin, trying to melt into it. Unable to hold back, he rutted shamelessly against Dokjas knee, "Hurts."
Loosing control of his breath, he heavily panted as he rocked back and forth, leaking heavily on Dokja trousers. He bite harder into the scent of pages, "Hurts."
Kim Dokja bit into his lips, beads of blood painting them a bright red. Using his grip on Joonghyuks waist, he pressed him harshly against his knee.
Joonghyuk gasped, throwing his head back, and shuddered. Kim Dokja watched as Joonghyuk heaved, large chest quickly falling up and down.
Grinding his knee harder against Joonghyuk, he tugged his head further back and leaned into him.
"Cum."
After an entire day of suffering alone, the tiny amount of stimulation was enough for him to tip over the edge. His vision whited out, his consciousness ascending into a land of pleasure. Stripes of cum spurting erratically, cock jolting from relief.
Kim Dokja kept the pressure for a little more, riding Joonghyuk through it, gliding his hand up and down his hip in praise.
"So good, darling. Rest now."
When the weight he had to support increased, he confirmed Joonghyuk fell asleep. Putting the larger man down as carefully as he can with his noodle arms, he grabbed a piece of fabric from the nest, wiping down Joonghyuk.
Looking at the cloth after cleaning up the sleeping omega, he saw a slimer black shirt that wouldn't fit the muscular man.
It was his shirt.
His...shirt...
Throwing a blanket over the nude Joonghyuk, he bolted out the door as silently as he could, the tent on his crotch straining.
Damn it, damn it.
Opening and closing the bedroom door behind him he called out for the Dokkeabi.
"Bihyung! Open the Dokkeabi Bag, now!"
A translucent blue screen popped up in front of him, countless of other worldly items appearing in the shop.
But that wasn't what he was here for today.
Tapping the search bar he typed, 'Alpha Suppressant', 'Scent blocker' and 'Scentless Air freshener'.
Unbothered by the price, he purchased without restrain.
The second he got his items, he uncapped the suppressant and stuck it into his thigh like an epi-pen. Slapped a scent blocker on his hickey ridden neck. Then sprayed the air freshener around him like a teen boy with deodorant.
Finally, the strength in his legs ran out and he fell straight on his ass, crotch still straining against his trousers.
Damn it.