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"You—" Hyeongjun bites off, startled. He doesn't even need to finish his words— Jooyeon only whines again, embarrassed, burying his face further into Hyeongjun's skin.
Fuck. Fucking— he hates having a beta's nose sometimes. He smelt him in the kitchen because his scent was so damn strong it seeped out of his room. It's so obvious— the scent alone is ridiculous, fuck him for thinking it was just him in a mood— but Jooyeon's also practically burning up, skin hot through his shirt, arms tense where they wrap around Hyeongjun.
Jooyeon's in his rut.
"Sorry," Jooyeon mumbles against his spine. A shudder runs through him and his hands press a little further into Hyeongjun's stomach, but he doesn't move any closer. He continues to ramble, fast, like he needs to get it out. "Sorry, I thought— maybe just, laying… but— can you— just one, one thing? Please? And I'll leave you alone, it just isn't the same, not anymore, not by myself—"
Hyeongjun helps Jooyeon with his rut.