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The bar arcade was as crowded as Taki had ever seen it. A part of him--actually, no, scratch that. A big part of him—despised the fact that their little hangout spot had been discovered by tourists. This arcade had been a part of their team since—well, forever. It had always been there.
And no, Taki isn't immature or naive enough to think they truly owned the arcade, but hell, the owners knew them by name, and for years, it had only been their pack who occupied it and spent every Saturday there.
But, perhaps Taki is being too judgmental, or paranoid—paranoid, yeah. That sounded like an accurate word to describe how he felt right now as he played air hockey with Maki on the other side, who had just made the last score and was gloating about it to Fuma as he set up the puck for the next round.
It didn't help that a pounding headache grew in Taki's mind, and being surrounded by strangers laughing, chatting, talking, and drinking, he found he was extra sensitive to their mixed scents today.
Which, in itself, is pretty weird. Since he hasn't presented yet, others scents normally don't affect him much. Of course, naturally, he's always been able to smell them, but it wasn't anything intense.
Today everything smelt too much.
So much so that it was beginning to grow difficult to pay attention to the game right in front of him. The pounding in his head grew even more insufferable and the sounds and scents around him became unbearable. Even something as simple as two glasses of beer being clapped together in cheers made Taki wince, and every scent disgusted him. The foul scent of alcohol, stale pizza, and overpowering musky scents coming from other wolves almost sent him reeling. His vision grew blurry and he missed the puck Maki sent flying across the table which ended up crashing right into his unsuspecting hand.
He hisses and drops the mallet to cradle his hand. Fuma stands immediately to check on him, and Maki quickly rushes across the table and wraps his arm around Taki comfortingly.
"Are you alright?" Fuma asks, voice warm with concern.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shoot the puck so harshly. I thought you had it." Maki apologizes.
Taki thought he had it, too. But something was wrong.
He could smell the others too much. Their scents were overpowering, overwhelming—wafting through his nose and mixing with others. He didn't understand—he had never smelled them this strongly before. It made him nauseous.
"I'm—fine," he barely manages to breathe out before desperately trying to pull out of Fuma and Maki's arms, their alpha scents becoming too much for him to handle all at once. "I need to go to the bathroom." He blurts before breaking away from them and rushing to said space.
They had found the arcade while wandering the streets of Tokyo during Taki's freshman year of high school. Nestled in a quiet, more quaint neighborhood, shrouded by dark green trees hiding it from view if you weren't necessarily looking for it. They came across it by miracle, and the elderly couple who owned it were happy to welcome them, though they kept them away from the bar on the other side, which was endearing.
Now though, after years had passed, half of them were legal to enjoy the bar, though Harua, Maki, and Taki mostly kept to the arcade. Whether that was due to the law or personal preference, they would never admit.
He knew this arcade like the back of his hand, and loved it like a second home, but now, walking through the illuminated building felt like trying to find his way out of a maze. The flashing lights of Dance Dance Revolution and the loud stomping of teenagers feet against the tile only made him feel worse, and he could barely handle himself pushing past the busy, jammed area. People crowded the arcade in groups, making it nearly impossible to get through without shoving past—and Taki wanted nothing more than to avoid skin on skin contact.
"Hey, need some help?" Someone stops Taki in his tracks with a hand gripping his bicep. He looks up, startled and out of breath, and only then does Taki notice that he's running a cold sweat.
The man who had grabbed him reeks of alpha, his scent drowned by the putrid scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes, and alcohol drips off of his tongue as he leers down at Taki. He takes a moment to look Taki up and down, taking all of him into account, before he sniffs the air and smirks.
That—Taki doesn't like that. Not at all.
Lifting his chin defiantly, despite feeling every bone in his body screaming at him to obey, he says, "I-no. I'm-I'm fine." He snatches his arm out of the others grasp, and luckily the alpha doesn't deem him worth it to start a fight over it, or drunk enough (yet) and he allows him to get away.
As he dodged random arms jutting out as others cheered for their friends winning DDR or a game of ping pong, the rambunctious noises of Pac-Man and the blasting music of guitar hero does nothing but aid his hammering headache until he blearily escapes the noisy arcade, now faced with the bar, with just as many people, if not more as the arcade.
Most were too busy watching a soccer game, crowded by the television, while some still sat at the bar counter, watching from afar.
Taki took that as his advantage to maneuver through the bar without detection, eager to get away from prying eyes, but there was one he could never cheat.
He felt Yudai's gaze before he even met his eyes. Sitting at the counter on a stool, the older watches him carefully as Taki darts across the bar. The younger gives his best attempt at a reassuring smile, but he fears that if he spends one more minute out here with the scents of strangers and disgusting alphas then he will simultaneously combust.
Finally, he makes it to the bathrooms and rushes to an empty stall and slams it shut, hands shaking as he slips the lock in place. He leans against the cold, metal door and allows a shudder to take its course. His breaths come out in short spurts, and his skin feels clammy and disgusting. The music from outside is muffled here, but he still feels like it was too much.
He doesn't understand. This is like his second home, why does he feel so out of place?
Suddenly, he feels something strike him deeply in his abdomen, except nothing hit him. He crouches to the floor, legs shaking and hands trembling as he desperately feels around for something to hold onto—something to anchor him.
It's only then when he finally crouches, taking a deep breath, does he feel something drip between his legs.
And just like that, a deafening ringing sounds throughout his ears as realization dawns on him.
He's in heat.
He's an omega, and he's finally presented.
In a fucking sports bar arcade with a crowd of people out there.
Just then, he hears the bathroom door open and close and footsteps pat against the cold tile, and his breath catches in his throat.
"Taki?"
He released his choked breath in relief.
"K-hyung." He breathes, sliding further against the stall door.
He feels Yudai's weight leaning against the other side of the stall. It's silent for a split second, enough time for Taki to process the cold air sending a shiver down his spine despite how hot he felt.
"...Are you alright?"
Hesitation bubbles in his throat, his mouth agape and brows furrowed, filled with way too many emotions right now to even process how he feels. He finally presented, after all these years of waiting to see what he would be, and he's a...
Taki can't even bear to say it.
It felt demeaning. To have waited this long just to be something he never wanted to be.
A small, faint whimper crawls up his throat threateningly, but he quickly closes his mouth so that only a small noise escapes instead. He places a hand over his mouth and winces, fighting off the tears.
"Taki?" Yudai presses against the door further, his voice laced in concern and his scent deepening with worry.
The younger sighs softly, shakily, before he manages to respond, "I'm fine, hyung. Just feel a little sick."
"Are you sure? You--"
"I'm fine," he nearly begs. He can see Yudai's shadow stiffen. "I'll be out in a minute."
Hesitantly, he says, "Promise?"
His soft tone almost makes Taki fall apart.
"Promise." He nods, even if Yudai can't see him.
The older stands at the door for another second, as if debating something, before he finally walks out of the bathroom.
It takes Taki a dreadful five minutes to get over the new, foreign, desperate feeling between his legs and shakily haul himself up and stumble out of the bathroom stall.
Somehow, within those five minutes, he managed to feel even worse. Every symptom he had felt earlier now heightened, and the ringing never went away.
He staggers out of the bathroom and nearly crashes into the wall in the hallway, hands barely able to catch himself. He can hear the cheers and hollers and yells from the bar, presumably from overly-excited grown men getting too drunk and much too invested in their stupid sports game, and the rumbling of the speakers connected to the television shakes the walls. Or maybe Taki is just seeing things. Maybe he's the one who's shaking.
Taki has no fucking clue.
Hands dragging against the wall, because that was the only stable thing he could seem to hold onto, he attempts to make his way through the bar again. He isn't exactly sure where he's going, especially since he can't really see---black dots are beginning to swarm his vision, and the searing heat and pain in his abdomen are beginning to make it really difficult to breathe normally, and his legs feel like lead and it takes every ounce of strength in him to lift them and—oh! The wetness dripping down his legs doesn't help either which, is that an actual thing, or is he hallucinating? How can he be physically wet?—but all he knows is that he's reaching for any sense of normality.
It's almost pathetic. His whole life, Taki had been waiting, begging to present. And now that he finally has, he's desperate to pretend that it never happened.
He barely makes it to the bartenders counter before he feels it all crashing over him. He crashes into the corner of the sharp counter and takes in a sharp breath, whimpering loudly and now, everyone in the bar is looking at him, and he has no choice but to meet Yudai's eyes desperately, and suddenly he's falling, falling, falling—
When his vision returns, he's tucked against something sturdy and is suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of wild mint and patchouli, which he had never smelt before. Not nearly this strong, anyway. But unlike all the other scents in the room, this made his rapidly beating heart slow down in pace and clears his head just slightly. Enough to process whose arms he was currently in.
Yudai has one arm wrapped around his shoulder protectively, hand covering the back of Taki's head and is pushing him into the warm crevice of his neck and is—
"K-Hyung?" Taki attempts his head only to be gently shoved back down, but the rumble coming from Yudai's chest is clear.
A growl rips from the elders throat as he slowly backs away from the bar, away from lingering eyes and leering stares. Taki manages to catch the gaze of a few predatory alphas who had stood from the bar, licking their lips and a devilish gleam in their eyes that made Taki whimper even louder in fear, in shame. One even steps closer to them and grazes Taki's overheated arm and purrs at the sight of him, the touch making every part of Taki's body react involuntary until Yudai slaps the alphas hand away and yells,
"Nobody touch him!"
At the intensity of his voice and his strong scent souring the room, it sent the other alphas back, sneering in discontent.
Then he met Nicholas' worried gaze, and Fuma's, and Yuma's, and he found himself hiding even further into Yudai's neck.
"Taki, are you okay?" Harua, who had found them after the commotion asks softly.
"Where are you taking him, Kei?" Fuma asks disconcertingly, brows furrowed as he sniffs the air, obviously taking in Taki's new scent of honey, apple-cider and sandalwood, the only remnant of his old, previous scent.
"Somewhere safe," Yudai growls again, his protective grip on the other tightening. "We'll be fine. I promise."
EJ takes one step forward, seeming to reach out for Taki before faltering, "We're not going to leave you two alone."
Taki wants nothing more than to hug his hyung and reassure him that he'll be okay, but instead he winces and his cheeks flush with heat and he whines, leaning into Yudai in an attempt to hide his face. "Please. I'll be fine." He murmurs into the olders neck and can feel him stiffen slightly.
Something akin to pain and dejection takes over EJ's expression, and if Taki wasn't feeling like the world was exploding inside of him, he'd feel terrible. He does, but he can't focus on that right now. Thankfully though, EJ nods and Yudai takes that as his cue to get them the hell out of there.
Yudai had called a taxi for them to take them back to the dorms and never let go of Taki during the entire ride, and made sure to snarl at the taxi driver any time he risked a yearning gaze towards the younger.
When the taxi finally came to a stop in front of their dorms, Taki was whimpering and shivering from a cold sweat and could hardly stand from the car.
Yudai had already stepped out, and was now leaning back into the car and placed the back of his hand over Taki's forehead.
"You're heating up." He tsked, and Taki used all his strength to lift his head and glower at him and hissed,
"Really? I never would have guessed." Then he huffs, all the energy in him dissipating. The only thing keeping him from just passing out right then and there in the car was his grip on the back seat.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back and the taxi driver asked, "Hey, kid, need some help?"
Yudai immediately snatched him and glared at the driver, "He's fine."
Then, Yudai's pulling him out of the car and lifting him bridal-style in his arms, kicking the car door shut with the back of his foot and rushing into the dorms. Taki swallows down a surprised yelp and wraps his arms around the others neck and closes his eyes tightly, moaning in pain.
They make it into the dorms, and Yudai never lets go of him even as he kicks his shoes on and brings him into their shared bedroom. The two bunk beds were left a mess with blankets sprawled across the mattresses and random articles of clothing scattered on the floor.
Not even bothering to turn on the lights, darkness consumes them as they enter the room. The lowering sun is shielded by the grey-blue curtains, casting the room in a cold haze. Taki wonders vaguely how Yudai is going to climb the ladder to get him to his own bunk, but to his own surprise, the older places him gently in Yudai's bunk.
Taki shivers, and he can't help but hum contentedly at the overwhelming scent of his hyung, sprawled all over the very sheets he had slept in.
Writhing in the sheets, he unconsciously moans, stretching and morphing his body—anything to get rid of the heat pooling in his very core and sweat dripping down his back. The edge of his shirt slips as he rubs his scent into Yudai's sheets, desperate to intertwine the two scents like some kind of unholy matrimony, revealing the tan skin of his hips and waist, and he lets a breath of relief loose at the feeling of bare skin against the cold sheets and air.
The mattress dips and then Yudai is sitting beside him, and his thigh is against Taki's side and he wants to cry at the contact. The olders hand cards through his sweaty brown hair, nails digging into the scalp, scratching, massaging. Any attempt to soothe the other.
"Hyung—" He whines, eyes clenched shut and mouth left open desperately. "I don't feel good."
Yudai's lips jut out in concern as his eyes rake over Taki's disheveled form in pity. It made Taki curl up in shame.
"My poor baby." He coos, his hand now caressing the youngers cheek. Taki leans into it, shoving his cheek into the palm of his hand, desperate for the cool touch that could only be provided by an alpha. What a curse. "You're burning up, sweetheart."
Taki whimpers at the petname. Yudai was always so good to him, but he was used to Yudai's teasing, the being forced into a headlock, the rough horseplay; that sort of thing was natural between them. It was what was expected, but this—Taki presenting, Yudai being the one here—wasn't what was expected, and the sound of something fond and gentle coming from Yudai's mouth as he writhed in pain tugged all the special heartstrings connected right to Taki's inner omega.
So tender, so sweet. Taki's body was begging for Yudai to take care of him.
That was the thing: Yudai has always taken care of Taki. Ever since they first met, it felt like they were two halves of one soul meant to find each other. But the way Yudai took care of him was not the same way Taki needed him to take care of him this time.
This time he needed more.
His shaky hand reaches up and circles around Yudai's wrist that was cradling his cheek. Eyes fluttering open, heady under his heavy eyelids and dark lashes lining his gaze, tongue darting out to wet his lips desperately, he mouths at Yudai's wrist, desperate for his scent. "What's happening?" He cries.
"You're presenting, baby." The older replies, an empathetic smile gracing his lips.
Taki crumbles further into the mattress, wishing it could just swallow him whole. "I don't want this, hyung." He sobs.
Everything felt wrong. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, pooling around his lips and intermingling with the drool threatening to drip from his mouth as he moaned, clenching his eyes shut. His skin was flushed and burned everywhere, and pain etched its way up his stomach to his throat until he could no longer bare it.
"I hate it," he sobbed. "I hate being an omega." Tears trailed down his cheeks, swirling around his flushed flesh.
Suddenly, Yudai's hands were all around him. They were gentle, and warm, and big as they wrapped around his waist, suddenly pulling Taki into an embrace. Taki's groan is muffled as his face is shoved into Yudai's neck, inhaling his comforting scent. His hands somehow found every pressure point in his back, resting over his shoulders and massaging comfortingly, while the other rests on the center of his lower back, right where it hurts. His hands cool his skin, providing a sense of relief he otherwise couldn't have achieved on his own.
More tears fall, now pooling in Yudai's collarbone, but at least it wasn't pain now. Rather from sputtering relief and gratitude.
Yudai's fingers massaged his lower back as he shook his head. The action sends cool waves of air down Taki's skin, and he hummed contentedly.
"Don't say that." Yudai scolds, and Taki whimpers at the sound of his stern voice. Yudai quickly corrects himself, sensing the youngers' arising stress by the way his scent sours, and presses a reassuring kiss to the tip of his ear. Taki hums, eyes fluttering shut as he presses his entire body weight onto the older. Yudai can handle it, he knows it, because he's his alpha. "It's not bad to be an omega, baby. Do you think any less of Euijoo? Or Harua?"
"No," Taki whimpers, rubbing his nose further into Yudai's skin. "But they're good omegas. I'm disgusting, hyung." He admits, and he wants to run away and hide as he shifts, his blatant hard on pressed against Yudai's inner thigh, and the way that sickly sweet wetness drips down him. Before he can stop himself, he grinds down slightly, desperately. "Isn't it your job to help me, hyung? Please?"
Yudai stiffens, hands halting the massage he had started. "You don't understand how it works, sweetheart."
"I know Nicho-hyung helps Juju through his heats, doesn't he? Please, hyung," he settles down against Yudai's thigh once more, hands grasping desperately at his shoulders. A part of him, the last semi-conscious part of him, was screaming at him. He knew this wasn't right, but he had no choice. It was only nature.
He must have said that out loud, a blubbering mess as heat swelled at his core, face flushed and hair splayed across his sweaty forehead, because then Yudai says, "That's because Nicholas is Euijoo's alpha." He brings his hand up to run it through Taki's wet hair, who sighs in relief at the feeling of the fresh air that hits his forehead. "It is only nature, but you're not in the right state of mind. You can't control yourself, so it's Alpha's job to protect their omega and make the right decisions for them in their time of need."
Taki halts all movement, brows furrowed and mouth agape. He looks down to meet Yudai's gaze, tears pooling in his eyes yet again. "You're rejecting me?" He whimpers. Everything hurts, and he can feel his heart threatening to split in two as his omega shrinks away.
The worst feeling for an omega was to be rejected in their time of need.
"No, no," Yudai quickly sits up, hands falling on top of Taki's hips, squeezing them reassuringly. Taki feels the immediate relief in his touch. "Of course not." One hand cups his face, and Taki leans into it. "You're my omega," the younger nearly mewls at the confirmation. "You're our omega. That's why this is a day to celebrate, baby. When you're all better, you'll officially be ours. You'll take Euijoo's bite, won't you?"
Taki gasps. "Yes," he answers desperately. "Yes, yes, yes. But I want you, hyung." He furrows his brows. "Want you now." A whine escapes his lips.
Lips pursed, Yudai shakes his head, "Not like that, baby. You don't want that."
"I do!" He cries. "I want you to help me, hyung. Please. It hurts." His voice cracks at the last word, his face soaked in tears, and Yudai's facade crumbles as his expression breaks at the sight of his maknae's pain.
His hand cups the back of Taki's neck and brings his lips to the younger's jugular. "How about this, then?"
Taki whines, arching his back and shoving his neck closer to Yudai's lips. Pheromones sauntered throughout the cold room, the overbearing warmth seeming only to be radiating from Taki's tanned skin and trapping them in sweltering heat between the two of them, enough so that he could feel the sweat begin to form as he desperately cling to Yudai and carded his fingers through his hair.
Halfway on the older's lap, patchouli and honey stifle together like the remaining dust of a shooting star settling over the galaxy as Yudai grazes his teeth over the younger's neck. His tongue darts out, coating the long, outstretched tendon in his neck as Taki tilted his head back, mouth opened in desperate relief with saliva.
Taki let's out a choked moan, and tears fall from his eyes and coat his cheeks from the amount of relief he feels.
"Please hyung," he finds himself begging, barely even aware of the words falling from his mouth as he writhed against Yudai's lap, arching into his touch. "Please please please, mark me. Mate me. Take me, please. Hyung, you have to help me."
He feels Yudai's entire body shudder, the only sign showing that this might be harder for him than he was letting on. After all, it was all just nature at the end of the day. Yudai was showing an insane amount of self control right now by not just taking this omega for himself.
And if Taki were in his right mind, he'd be incredibly grateful for that. He would know that that was the utmost sign of love—restraint. Selflessness. But all his omega was telling him was that this meant he wasn't good enough.
It was as though Yudai could read his thoughts, or perhaps he had become so stunted to Taki's heartbeat that he felt the pain throb through his chest just from the mere thought.
"I'm so proud of you baby," his teeth graze at the scent gland again before he nestles his nose against it, humming in approval at the sweet scent of apple-cider taking in the sharp scent of his mint. "Hyung is so proud. You're doing so good, you know that, right?"
More tears flow down his cheeks, and at the very least, his skin is starting to cool off from Yudai's comforting touch, and his heart is able to slow down slightly and he feels a bit calmer now that Yudai is holding him and scenting him.
His fingers gently thread through Yudai's hair, and he slumps in his lap with an exhausted exhale, skin still sheen with sweat and now shivering.
Yudai gives his neck one final nip. Not enough to leave a mark—Euijoo would kill him, but enough to give it a little sting to mimic the feeling of a bite, and enough to make his own alpha scent stick on the omega for hours.
"You made it through your first fever." He murmurs, finally escaping the crook of Taki's neck only to press a warm kiss against his forehead.
Taki smiles underneath it. "What happens now?"
"Well," Yudai grabs his hand, rubbing soothing circles into his palm. "This is only your first fever out of many," Taki whimpers, and Yudai pouts in his stead. "I won't lie to you, I'm sorry baby. Some omegas heats last up to 3-5 days. Only time will tell how long yours does. But now we know, and Fuma and Euijoo will be here to help you through the next few fevers, I promise."
Taki looks up into Yudai's eyes concerningly. "And you will too?"
Yudai coos. "Of course hyung will."
Seemingly satisfied by that, Taki let's put a long, quiet huff, still fighting off the after affects of that first fever and the anticipation of knowing that there are more to come that he'll have to deal with for God knows who long.
Euijoo and Fuma hyung will be here, and so will Kei-hyung. It will be okay.
He places his forehead against Yudai's shoulder. "I'm so tired, hyung."
"You need rest. It's important for omegas to get a lot of rest and hydrate during their heats. C'mon," Yudai hoists him up on wobbly legs, but the older does a good job of steadying him.
Taki clings onto his back like a koala, and they make it to the kitchen where Yudai digs for tylenol, ice water, and rags. Taki pauses and looks up from where he previously had his cheek smushed against Yudai's back, perfectly content until he caught the scent of the others.
They weren't home yet—he's positive Yudai asked them to stay back a while longer to give him time to adjust to the first fever; to save him the embarrassment of them having to see him like that. Again, Taki is unsure if he wants to thrash out or cry, a seemingly common feeling during this newly discovered presentation of his that he doesn't know how he feels about.
Still, their scents are stronger than ever before. He lifts his head, sniffing in the air, before latching off of Yudai and wobbling over to the living room, where numerous discarded clothes lay.
He picks up Yuma's beanie from the couch armrest coated in his sweet, cotton candy scent. Then Harua's plushie that smells like yellow daisies, Nicholas's shirt drenched in smoked amber, and Fuma's sock, which, in any right state of mind, would be disgusting seeing as they live in a dorm with nine boys, but his heat-muddled brain didn't care, and his omega mewled at the evergreen scent of his hyung.
That's when he spotted Maki's hoodie tossed over the couch.
With Yuma's beanie already slipped over his own head, Harua's plush and Nicho's shirt tucked under one arm and Fuma's sock shoved into his pocket, he snatches Maki's hoodie and inhales it, humming in delight.
Maki doesn't have much of a scent yet. Well, a real scent, seeing as he hasn't presented yet either, but the hoodie smells like his cologne and a little bit of the waffles flooded in chocolate syrup from breakfast this morning, and it's just enough. A noise sounds from the back of his throat that he was unaware he could, and the best he could describe it as is a content hum as he throws the hoodie over him, and revels in the way it drowns him.
Yudai coos from behind. "Are you nesting, baby?" He sounds so proud.
Taki's cheeks flush as he turns around, decked head to toe in his packs belongings. He pouts and stares at the ground, which only makes Yudai coo harder and pinch his cheeks.
"Come on," he reaches for his hand and takes him down the hall, back to their shared bedroom. "I'll help you make the perfect nest. I may not be an omega, but I have some experience."
And that they do. Yudai helps him collect even more of the members stuff—they find Jo's trench coat, which makes a great base, and numerous shirts belonging to different members, and even snatch Euijoo's blanket off of his bed, and soon they gave the most perfect nest that makes Taki's omega chirp happily.
Yudai helps tuck Taki in, explaining, "Everyone will be back soon, and Euijoo will talk to you. We'll take care of you, baby. I promise." And just as he's about to leave, the younger reaches out for his hand. His voice is shaky and unsure, a little nervous, a little scared, as he asks,
"Will you stay with me?"
Yudai turns over his shoulder, eyes raking across Taki's form with concern wavering in his ear, and Taki's omega fears rejection until Yudai smiles and nods. "Of course."
And so he climbs into Taki's perfect first nest, without even realizing how much it meant to share such a safe space with an alpha, and tugs the younger into his arms and pulls him against his chest and pats his head lovingly.
"Hyung?" Taki asks, not even bothering to look up. Instead he stares intently at Yudai's chest, watching the rise and fall of it as he gnaws on his bottom lip.
Yudai hums.
"Do you think I'm disgusting?"
The older freezes for a split moment, as if shocked, before he forcefully cups Taki's face and looks him in the eye, brows furrowed. "No. Never. Why would you say such a thing?"
Taki tries desperately to avoid his gaze, cheeks flushing. "Because of the things I said. I didn't-I didn't mean to put you-in that—in that situation."
Yudai sighs. "I told you. It is Hyung's job for protect you. You weren't in the right state of mind, baby, and I will never judge you for that." He says softly, thumb rubbing circles into the hollow of Taki's cheek.
An immense sense of relief courses through Taki's body, all sense of guilt disintegrating at the reassuring touch of Yudai's thumb, and he's about to thank Yudai for everything he's done, for making his first heat feel so safe, when the door slams open and Euijoo stares at them with wide eyes.
A growl sounds from the hallway, and then Euijoo pants, "Maki started his rut."