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Gaon observes Yohan with great analysis from where he sits on the couch, a cup of tea tightly held between his hands. It's getting cold, but the drink became a second thought in his head the moment he smelled it. Yohan's scent: cedar wood, musk and a hint of sweetness, the underlying scent of caramel that only Gaon can perceive, symbolizing the bond they share, filling the study room. Strong and overwhelming, but oh so mouthwatering in Gaon's nose.
It was obvious from the moment Yohan finally marked him as his mate during his last rut and Gaon had gone feral at the newly discovered smell.
But Yohan has been acting weird these past few days, never straying too far from Gaon and never letting him out of sight for longer than he considered necessary. At work, it became an unnecessary hassle, but whenever Gaon tried to speak about Yohan's odd behavior, the alpha would just smile, close the distance between them and make Gaon forget by pressing his nose against his scent glands, licking and nibbling on that sensitive area of his neck before sending him back to work with a strangely satisfied grin.
Gaon tilts his head, eyes narrowing at the new wave of Yohan's scent surrounding him. Yohan is just sitting there on his chair, rapidly typing away on his laptop, going over the case reports Gaon sent him twenty minutes ago, nothing weird about that. He has a mug of coffee there on the desk and a half eaten plate of pastries Gaon placed there when he came back from the kitchen, nothing weird about that either. Then why is it that Gaon feels like there's something different about his alpha? Something Gaon has never seen before, some kind of restlessness on the way Yohan sits up with his back impossibly straight, shoulders tensed and the vein crossing his own scent glands periodically throbbing. The posture looks uncomfortable, but Gaon says nothing, passing it as just stress from the last case they had and lost.
It was Yohan's first time losing one and he had not taken it very well. The alpha didn't talk to anyone for two days, opting to stay all night in the study room instead of going to bed with Gaon and eating alone once everyone else was done.
Gaon had to take a deep breath and give Yohan his much needed space. The alpha had abruptly come back on his own on the night of the second day, pressing his body against Gaon and burying his face in his neck, deeply inhaling the citrus of Gaon's scent. The bitterness in Yohan had not completely gone away and the excessive scenting had begun.
Gaon's human side is slightly annoyed, but his omega revels in it: thrashing and turning like a praised puppy, baring its belly and neck in submission. His nostrils flare with every heavy breath he takes, lungs filling and mind calming.
So Yohan scenting him on a daily basis, even sometimes at the most inappropriate moments, turns into a routine for the next following days. It happens at home, when they're sitting on the couch reading, when Gaon is cooking, while they shower, while making love. It also happens at work, when Yohan randomly calls him to his office just to pin him against a wall and nose at his neck, whenever he's feeling particularly stressed and of course, when Gaon has had contact with other alphas for prolonged periods of time.
Yohan's possessive streak seems to peak higher whenever that happens and Gaon gladly takes it, enjoying the way his alpha's hands grip at his hips and grinds against his thigh while nibbling on his scent glands.
Gaon is getting used to it and all seems to be okay, until one day isn't and Gaon wakes up with the urge to vomit every single thing he ate the night before. And that's how Yohan finds him, bent over the toilet retching his guts out.
"Ugh stop." Gaon groans, moving aside and pushing Yohan away when the alpha tries to get access to his neck. "I'm all sweaty and I stink."
Yohan hums. "I think you smell… really good." He's speaking almost mindlessly, attracted to Gaon's scent like a moth to a flame.
It didn't go unnoticed to Yohan, the moment Gaon's scent drastically changed from the usual sharpness of oranges and lime, to a softer scent of milky orange with a hint of honey; similar to the soft toffee-like candies Elijah liked to eat. It had hit him like a wrecking-ball and it had made his stomach clamp and churn with the need to let everyone know this omega belonged to him, to imprint himself on every inch of Gaon's skin.
"Hyung, I'm serious." Gaon whines, starting to feel heated.
"So am I. It's hard to be away from you." To prove his point, Yohan presses closer.
Gaon is conflicted, not knowing exactly how to feel. A part of him wishes to remain like this, with Yohan this close, wrapped around him in every way possible. A more rational side of him keeps telling him to move away, embarrassed by how bad he thinks he smells, but Yohan doesn't seem to care, still with his nose pressed against his neck.
"I'm gonna shower." Gaon attempts to move, but Yohan grips his arm to stop him.
"Just a few more minutes." The alpha grumbles.
"Yohanㅡ"
"Gaon-ah." Yohan suddenly looks up, making Gaon jolt back a little, mirroring Yohan's expression of wide eyes and lips tightly sealed.
"What?" Gaon asks, nervous, when Yohan doesn't say anything else.
"I think you're pregnant."
Gaon blinks, silence fills the large bathroom as everything clicks into place. Yohan's need to keep him close, Gaon's change in his scent, the sudden morning sickness.
They scramble to their feet, Gaon rushing to place an order with the AI butler's help at the nearest pharmacy for six pregnancy tests.
It takes forty minutes, but when Gaon gets his hands on the plastic bag, he doesn't wait another minute, locking himself in their bathroom and leaving Yohan to fret and bite his nails outside.
Around fifteen minutes later, he comes back out, all six of the pregnancy tests pressed against his chest. He's biting his lower lip anxiously, the bitter smell of his scent catches onto Yohan and his first instinct is to reach out to him.
"What? What is it?" Yohan asks, hands gently holding onto Gaon's arms.
"I haven't looked at them yet." Gaon shakes his head. "You do it."
"Together."
Gaon sighs. "Okay."
They sit on the bed and with a deep inhale, Gaon uncovers the first one. It reads Positive on the small screen. Gaon gulps, looking at Yohan, who nods encouragingly to go on with the next one.
Positive. And so is the next and the next until the six sticks are laid out over the mattress.
"I'm pregnant." Gaon mumbles, more to himself.
"We can still get a blood test to be a hundred percent sure." Yohan suggests.
Gaon nods and once again traps his lower lip between his teeth.
"Do you want to do this?" He asks a moment later. "We said we would wait."
"I want it, if you want it." Yohan reaches for his hands, wrapping them in the warmth of his own.
Gaon remains silent for a whole minute. A child was in their plans, some time in the future. Their relationship is still relatively new, but the idea of a child that is both his and Yohan's thrills him beyond belief.
"Iㅡ I want it." Gaon nods, sniffling. A small smile spreads on his lips at how true his words are.
"Okay, then. We're having a baby." Yohan smiles back, a little wider and pulls Gaon in for a kiss, short but sweet.
"Should we tell Elijah?" Gaon speaks.
Yohan is now moving from his lips to his jaw and down his neck, where he presses his nose and delights himself with the new sweet scent Gaon emanates, now that he knows the reason why the alpha finds it even harder to pull away.
Mine. His alpha growls. Mine.
"In a moment." Yohan wraps an arm around Gaon's waist and scoots closer to him. Mine.
He doesn't want to share yet, his instincts completely against the idea of going out of their bedroom to present his pregnant omega to another alpha, even if that other alpha is his own niece.
But that is something Gaon doesn't need to know and Yohan promises himself to work on it.
For now, he's going to enjoy this as much as he can.