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It had been a long day. Everyone in the pack had individual responsibilities that kept them apart for their entire day. Seonghwa collapsed on the couch and turned on the tv, not really caring what was on. He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped himself with it, taking a deep breath. It smelled like the whole pack. It was pretty rare that they would have a day where none of them were together and the oldest omega was starting to feel lonely. He considered getting either Yunho, Jongho or Mingi to snuggle, but they had looked so tired when they got home he didn’t want to disturb them.
The feeling didn’t last long, however, as he heard the front door open and close. He looked over the back of the couch to see San kicking his shoes off. They made eye contact and San was drawn to him like a magnet. Seonghwa moved the blanket as San straddled his lap to shove his nose right against his scent gland. Seonghwa chuckled as Sans deep breathing tickled his neck, “Long day, baby?” He asked.
San whined as he nodded, wrapping his arms round the elders torso. Seonghwa sighed as he grabbed the remote. “Do you want to watch something or just cuddle?” San mumbled something noncommittal so Seonghwa just tossed the remote on the couch and idly ran his fingers through the omega’s dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.
San’s hands went under the hem of Seonghwa’s shirt to feel his skin. Seonghwa pulled back and clicked his tongue to get the younger’s attention. “Arms up,” he said.
It took a second until the request clicked in San’s head before he eagerly raised his arms for Seonghwa to pull his shirt off. Seonghwa removed his own before opening his arms again, letting San glue himself to his chest. He knew the young omega craved skin on skin contact on a good day and was in desperate need of it now. He pulled the blanket over both of them so they would stay warm and ran his warm fingers up and down San’s spine. San began to purr loudly right next to his ear. Seonghwa felt a smile pull at his lips, even though it was hard to hear the tv now. No sound made him happier than his packmate’s happiness.
His hand paused as he heard the door open and close again. Yeosang and Wooyoung were quietly talking about something as they came in. Wooyoung’s face split into a grin as soon as he saw the two of them on the couch. He hopped over the back of it to join them. He pressed a firm kiss to each of their cheeks before settling in beside them, leaning heavily on the head omega’s shoulder. “Hi,” he finally said.
Yeosang quietly disappeared into his room as Seonghwa leaned his cheek on top of Wooyoung’s head, exposing more of his neck to San who parted his lips to softly suck on it. Seonghwa’s breath hitched as he felt a tongue on his scent gland. His neck was always very sensitive. Wooyoung pulled his head away from his shoulder to smirk at him. “You’re one to talk,” Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at him.
“I didn’t say anything,” Wooyoung laughed. They were both the most common victims of San’s tendency to suck hickeys into any exposed skin he could get his mouth on.
Yeosang exited his room holding a pillow and blanket as he silently settled himself on the floor between Seonghwa’s legs. He sat on the pillow, wrapped the pack scented blanket around himself and leaned into Seonghwa’s thigh, heaving a heavy sigh.
Seonghwa resigned himself to his fate of being everyone’s pillow. Yeosang, Wooyoung and Seonghwa all turned their attention to the drama playing on the tv, making comments occasionally about the story, trying to figure out what they missed.
Seonghwa felt the moment when San fell asleep, his breath on his bruised neck evening out. The smell of pack contentment was strong as they all took deep, slow breaths.
Yeosang looked up from his position on the floor when he heard snoring above him. Seonghwa had fallen asleep with his head against the back of the couch. His lips were parted slightly as his face went slack. He made eye contact with Wooyoung who was suppressing a laugh. Yeosang couldn’t help but chuckle a little as a particularly loud snore caught him off guard.
Yeosang pulled his blanket around himself as he hugged the older’s leg, letting his eyes drift shut. Between the sound of slow rhythmic breathing and the strong scent of pack happiness it was a struggle to stay awake.
Hongjoong was exhausted as he opened the door to his home. He had been at the company writing music and had completely lost track of time. It was nearing 3 in the morning. He ran his hand through his hair as he kicked his shoes off. He entered the living room and was surprised to find the tv on. He wasn’t expecting anyone to still be up.
When he rounded the couch his heart neatly melted. All of his omegas were snuggled in a pile, fast asleep. Seonghwa spread out, his head leaned back on the back of the couch, San was straddling him, arms hugged around his torso and face hidden in his neck. There was a blanket tucked around the both of them. Wooyoung was leaned heavily into their side, drooling onto Seonghwa’s shoulder. Yeosang was on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows, hugging Seonghwa’s leg, face pillowed in his thigh.
The smell of contentment was thick in the air as Hongjoong crept closer, unwilling to disturb them. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the scene, sending it to the alphas only group chat.
Hongjoong couldn’t help but gingerly sit on the couch next to them, an endeared smile pulling at his lips as he picked up the remote and shut off the tv. He noticed a couple of shirts haphazardly laying on the floor under the coffee table. He looked closer to find Seonghwa and San were shirtless. Hongjoong could already imagine San wrestling Seonghwa out of his clothes so he can get the skin on skin contact he always craved.
He gently ran his fingers through San’s hair. The omega slowly started to quietly purr at the touch. His lips were pressed against a prominent bruise on Seonghwa’s neck. His head gently pushed into the hand petting him revealing a large collection of similar bruises trailing from Seonghwa’s jaw all the way down to his collarbone. Hongjoong chuckled quietly at the sight. He knew San had a habit of absently marking his packmates when he was in a comfortable headspace. He leaned in to kiss his temple.
As his nose pressed against the omega, he closed his eyes, breathing in the calming scent emanating from the cuddle pile. He instinctually slowed his breathing. He knew he should get them up and in bed so they didn’t all wake up sore from their precarious positions, but he was so tired. He could just close his eyes and enjoy the moment for just a little longer.
Yunho woke up to an empty bed. He sniffed the air lightly. He opened his eyes and checked the clock on his nightstand. It was going on 9:00. Normally he was woken up much earlier by San crawling in his bed for early morning snuggles before they started their day. He couldn’t see or smell the omega anywhere, indicating he never made it to his bed that night. Yunho yawned and sat up. He felt a little weird starting his day without his morning cuddles.
Everything clicked when he checked his phone to see the picture Hongjoong had sent to the group chat. He smiled as he zoomed in on his pack’s sleeping faces, heart clenching with affection. He still found it odd that Hongjoong wouldn’t have sent his omegas to bed.
He exited his room to the living room to find the pile exactly as the picture showed except of the addition of their pack alpha snoring lightly into San’s shoulder. He sighed heavily. The smell of sleepy content was pretty intoxicating and he knew Hongjoong was particularly susceptible to smells.
He walked around the back of the couch and cupped Seonghwa’s sleeping face, pressing firm kisses to it to rouse him. The head omega frowned and jerked his head as he slowly surfaced from his deep sleep. He tried to stretch his sore, stiff limbs, but couldn’t due to them all being held captive. His eyes flew open and he jerked hard in panic, feeling trapped. Sounds of protest arose all around him as his sudden awakening jostled the entire pile.
Seonghwa blinked hard, and groaned at how stiff his neck was. Yunho’s big hands found his neck and shoulders and started to work the knots out of them as the others began to rouse themselves. Seonghwa sighed and leaned his head back, blinking up at their tallest alpha. “Good morning,” Yunho smiled.
“Morning,” Seonghwa answered, voice gruff with sleep. San blinked up at him as he stretched from his position on Seonghwa’s lap, joints popping loudly. “What time is it?” He asked, looking around for his phone.
“It’s time to get up,” Yunho chuckled, ruffling his hair. San huffed as he peeled himself off of his head omega, who hissed when his bare skin hit the cool air of the apartment.
Yeosang handed him his shirt from the pile on the floor, which Seonghwa accepted gratefully. San just shrugged when he was offered his shirt back as he struggled to make his legs work. He managed to crawl off Seonghwa’s lap but couldn’t get his legs to work enough to stand up. He huffed as he flopped down, head in Hongjoong’s lap. “You did that to yourself baby. You should go to bed if you’re going to sleep.”
“You slept here too,” San stuck his tongue at his leader.
“That was an accident,” the alpha chuckled, cracking his neck. San rolled his eyes at him.
Jongho opened the door to his room and paused when he saw the disheveled group on the couch. He smirked to himself and made his way past them to make coffee. “You’re not better than us!” Wooyoung yelled at him.
“I’m not sore this morning,” Jongho shot back.
“You could be,” Wooyoung shot him a wink that Hongjoong immediately shot down.
“No, nope, we are having breakfast first,” the alpha insisted.
Wooyoung shrugged and climbed over the back of the couch, “I can wait.”
“Why am I not part of this negotiation?” Jongho sighed.
“If you’re going to be ungrateful I’ll bother Mingi instead,” Wooyoung said as he strutted his way to the alpha’s room. It took Jongho one second of hesitation before he was chasing after him. The door shut behind them and the group could hear muffled commotion from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m starting breakfast without them,” Hongjoong sighed as he got up, a little unsteady on his feet. Seonghwa was rubbing the blood back into San’s legs as Yunho resumed his massage on Seonghwa’s shoulders.
It was a lazy morning for most of them.