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Getting tipsy wasn’t something they did often—or at least, that’s what they claimed. But tonight, they were alone, without any hyungs or managers interrupting, and surprisingly, things didn’t seem to be leading to sex. They just looked like two very drunk friends; Minho laughed at everything the omega said, even the smallest things, far too loudly for Kibum's taste.
"Minho-ssi~ What time is it? Our kids must be asleep by now," he muttered, glancing at his glass, fiddling with it a bit, wondering if it would be acceptable to smack him if he said no.
Minho sprang up from his chair instantly, and Kibum took a tiny step back in surprise.
"Yeah, you're right," he said quickly, as if realizing there was something very important to do, his voice almost shifting into a military tone.
"Should we go to bed, too?" Kibum looked at the mess in the dining room with a lazy glance. No matter; that was a problem for Future Kibum.
"Wait." Minho finished off the bottle of soju he’d been drinking, sighing in satisfaction with a grin. "Come on, hyung."
"Mnh? Hyung? Am I your elder, Minho?" Kibum chuckled a bit because, come on, it was Minho—drunk—calling him "hyung." The elder took him by the arm, pulling him in for a kiss, unashamed. It wasn’t common for him to ask for this kind of affection, let alone give it freely, but he figured he wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway, so it didn’t matter.
"Alright, let’s go, then." After what was probably more kisses than he’d like to admit, he finally let him go, Minho now sporting a bit of Kibum's lipstick on his face—cute.
He got up and headed to the bedroom. It was a spacious room, with a large bed waiting for them, cozy and clean, just for the two of them.
"Hyung, wait." Kibum looked at the alpha sitting awkwardly on the bed and tilted his head. Fatigue was starting to creep in, and all he wanted now was to sleep for twelve straight hours.
"Why have you never made a nest for me?"
At the unexpected, intrusive question, Kibum laughed, surprised. "What are you talking about?" he said, still laughing at how serious his partner looked.
"Why hasn’t my omega made a nest with my scent? I’ve never seen you in one," he mumbled, keeping a serious, somewhat annoyed expression, as if the alcohol weren’t affecting him and the idea had just now come to him.
"You want me to stink of your pheromones?" Kibum teased, flashing a smile. He had always thought alphas had some kind of nest fetish, just wanting to see an omega surrounded by their scent, which really wasn’t his style.
"Yes," Minho replied confidently, not realizing how absurd he sounded. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and he was starting to sweat. "Don’t you want to?"
Kibum raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, and let out a sigh as he weighed his options. Finally, a slight smile curved his lips, and he nodded.
"Fine, get up and give me your clothes... But don’t take off your pants," he clarified quickly, his tone somewhere between confidence and curiosity.
Without further ado, Kibum went to the closet, grabbing some sheets and extra pillows, tossing them onto the bed carelessly. Then he took Minho's clothes and dropped them onto the bed without ceremony. His omega side squirmed in distaste, but it was three in the morning; he was tired, slightly tipsy, and the last thing he was going to do at that hour was make a high-quality nest.
"There, there's my fantastic nest. Happy?" Kibum said, lying down on Minho's jacket with a soft smile. Of course, he was happy; now he was wrapped in Minho's scent, like a dog marking its territory.
Minho watched every move with near-devoted attention, as if it were the most interesting show in the world. He quickly pulled out his phone to capture the moment in photos, grinning foolishly.
"It’s amazing, the best nest, there’s never been a better one."
Then, without asking permission, Minho lay down beside Kibum, covering his face and neck with soft kisses and nibbles. His lips gave special attention to the mark he’d left on Kibum long ago. Finally, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him with all his strength, as if wanting to meld into him right then and there.
"Minho-ah, let me breathe, or I’ll kick you out of my house," Kibum murmured with a mix of exhaustion and amusement.
He shifted a bit, just enough to get comfortable by his side. He mentally thanked his earlier self for already having changed into pajamas, as he had no intention of doing anything but sleeping now. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift off while Minho pampered him with soft caresses and whispered words, surrounded by the warmth and comforting scent of his partner.