Archive of Our Own

1.

Changbin stood at the front of the lecture hall, hands clasped behind his back, watching over the class like he was definitely paying attention.

Totally not zoning out.

Totally not staring again.

But inevitably, his eyes drifted—like they always did—back to the two oemgas sitting front and center like they owned the room.

Felix was practically in Hyunjin’s lap.

Not quite. But close enough that there wasn’t daylight between them. Felix leaned into Hyunjin with that sleepy, syrupy smile that made Changbin forget what he was saying half the time, and Hyunjin—Hyunjin was smirking. Whispering something low against Felix’s ear. His hand was resting just behind Felix’s hip, his fingers tapping the rhythm of something slow and sinful against the chair.

Changbin cleared his throat and immediately looked down at the notes on the podium. He could feel heat crawling up the back of his neck.

Focus. Focus on vectors. Or derivatives. Or literally anything that isn’t Felix licking his lips or Hyunjin’s smug mouth.

He flipped a page in his notebook that didn’t need flipping.

It wasn’t fair.

Just a few weeks ago, those two looked like they were going to kill each other. Hyunjin used to glare at Felix like he was waiting for an excuse to pounce, and not in the fun way. Changbin had actually debated asking Professor Kim if he needed to file a campus safety report. It wasn’t just tension; it was war.

But now?

Now they walked into class together.

Felix curled into Hyunjin’s side, both of them practically purring, and covered in each other’s scent like it was the most natural thing in the world. They shared pens, whispered between notes, and wore each other’s para like it wasn’t a big deal. But it was a big deal. Even Changbin knew that much about frat politics, and he barely kept up with his own laundry.

He only knew which brotherhood each omega belonged to because he had friends in both.

Totally not because he was obsessed with everything the omegas did.

And sure—he’d admit it. He’d fantasized. Not in a creepy, take-advantage-of-students way. He hated that. TAs who flirted with students to boost their egos? Garbage. Professors who slept with omegas for power? Disgusting.

But still.

He’d imagined it.

If he were ever lucky enough to be with them—either of them, both of them—he’d make it special. Not some fast, fumbling one-night thing. No secrets, no shame, just a warm apartment, candles maybe, or takeout because he sure as hell couldn’t cook. He’d lay them out on clean sheets, touch them like they deserved, and take his time.

Then he’d fuck them until tehy forgot their own names.

Changbin’s pen slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor.

He bent down to get it, blinking fast, cheeks burning, trying to get his breain back on something safe. Anything safe.

Then the door swung open and Professor Kim walked in, similing apologetically.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, slinging his bag onto the desk. “Where were we?”

Changbin straightened up too fast, his heart hammering in his chest.

Right.

Teaching. He was teaching.

Not fantasizing about letting two gorgeous, bratty omegas crawl into his lap and ruin him.

Definitely not.

Professor Kim had taken over the lecture with a smile and a calm voice, his notes already up on the board. Changbin gratefully sank into the chair off to the side, pulled out his grading folder, and tried to distract himself with the student’s homework.

Numbers. Logic. Partial derivatives. Clean, safe, emotionless math.

He made it through two papers without issue.

Then, he got to Hyunjin’s.

The work was solid. Only a few errors, nothing major. But, at the bottom, written in unmistakably confident handwriting, was:

“You grade too hard. Maybe you should try bending me over instead. I bet I’m better at taking that than taking a C.” xoxo, H💋

A perfect, glossy lipstick print sealed the message.

Changbin blinked.

Then he flushed so hard he thought his ears might explode. He pressed his thighs together beneath the desk and cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as discreetly as possible.

Focus. Grade. Ignore the horny note from the bratty omega who absolutely knows what he’s doing.

He quickly logged the grade—an A, for academic reasons, obviously—and reached for the next paper.

But a sound pulled him back.

Felix was giggling again, quiet and breathless, that little hiccup of laughter that hit Changbin like a punch to the ribs. He glanced up before he could stop himself.

Hyunjin leaned in to murmur something against the shell of Felix’s ear, and Felix blushed, his fingers fluttering around his lips as he tried to suppress another laugh. Then—casually, almost innocently—he reached into his backpack.

Changbin’s gaze followed the motion automatically, and what he pulled out made Changbin’s blood run hot.

A banana.

Changbin blinked.

Don’t go there. Don’t go there. It’s fruit. It’s potassium. He’s just hungry. Omegas have fast metabolisms. It doesn’t mean anything—

Then he saw Hyunjin watching Felix with that look.

Lips pursed, eyes dark with pure, feral amusement and heat flickering behind every inch of his expression. The smirk deepened when Felix slowly peeled the banana, delicate fingers sliding the skin down with exaggerated slowness.

And then Felix leaned forward and licked the tip.

Changbin’s brain flatlined.

It was a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, big doe eyes flicking up toward Hyunjin, who just smirked and tilted his head like he was watching a performance. Then Felix opened his mouth and took the banana in.

All the way.

In one go.

Changbin’s jaw dropped slightly as he watched the omega deep-throat a banana in the middle of a lecture, like it was something he did every morning. Like it was nothing.

And then Hyunjin reached out, placed a hand gently at the back of Felix’s head, and pressed forward, feeding more of the banana into his mouth. Felix gagged softly, a quiet khh of breath, but didn’t stop. He relaxed, swallowed, and somehow managed to take it deeper.

Changbin’s cock throbbed, hard and hot in his pants. He shifted in his seat again, pressing his thighs together, nails digging into his own palm to ground himself, but then Hyunjin looked up.

He clearly caught Changbin watching them, he smirked at the older, then winked. Winked at him. And Changbin felt his whole body threaten to revolt.

He was about to break—about to do something, anything—when Professor Kim’s voice cut through the moment like a whip.

“Felix-ah,” the professor said, glancing over with raised eyebrows, “if you need to step out for a snack, feel free—”

Felix looked up, cheeks full, and gave a bright-eyed smile that made him look like the picture of innocence. He bit down, swallowed, and beamed.

“Sorry, sir,” Hyunjin said smoothly, sliding his hand off the back of Felix’s head with faux apology in his tone. “He tends to take in more than he can chew.”

He turned and winked at the professor.

Professor Kim’s face flushed instantly.

Changbin’s growl was very real this time, low in his chest before he could suppress it, barely audible but undeniable. He watched as Professor Kim stammered, looking away quickly, almost like he couldn’t pull his eyes off Felix’s lips.

Changbin clenched his jaw, teeth grinding slightly as he dragged his attention down again, desperate to escape before he embarrassed himself further. He flipped to Felix’s paper with a trembling hand.

Only to find another lipstick print waiting for him, along with a note:

“Need a little help understanding the homework, sir. Maybe we can arrange a private session?” 💋

Changbin dropped his head into his hands. He’s proud to say he didn’t groan, but he did bite down on the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.

-

2.

Changbin was walking Seungmin home after their seminar, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, still nursing the last of his iced coffee. Seungmin, ever the dutiful pain in the ass, was complaining.

Loudly.

“And then the guy tells me that I ‘misread’ the reading assignment? Like, maybe I misread it because he assigned seven chapters and one of them was from a book that’s out of print, but sure, blame the beta—”

Changbin didn’t respond. Not because he disagreed. Just because… he hadn’t heard a word past “the guy tells me.”

His mind was drifting. Again.

Hyunjin’s little smirk as he handed in his homework. Felix’s ridiculous wink when he handed over his own paper with a glitter lipstick print on the corner. Hyunjin in Felix’s letterman jacket, one size too small and looking like he’d stolen it on purpose. Felix in Hyunjin’s oversized hoodie, the sleeves dangling over his fingers like he’d been claimed.

His brain was soup. Hormonal, omega-slicked soup.

A sharp smack landed across his shoulder.

“Hey!”

Changbin yelped and nearly dropped his coffee, stumbling sideways as he turned to glare. “Seungmin, what the fuck?!”

Seungmin snorted. “At the rate you were going, you were gonna walk into traffic. You didn’t hear a single thing I just said.”

“I was listening!”

“What was I complaining about then?”

“…A professor.”

“Uh-huh.” Seungmin rasied an unimpressed eyebrow.

Changbin huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Seungmin just shook his head, amused by the older. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” Changbin replied, too fast and too defensively.

Seungmin didn’t even humor the lie. “Is it Hyunjin or Felix?”

Changbin’s whole body stuttered. “Wha—no—I—what—why would—” His cheeks flushed scarlet, and to his horror, he felt the heat crawl up the tips of his ears. “That’s not—I didn’t—”

Seungmin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you even an alpha?”

Changbin growled under his breath, reaching out to pinch Seungmin’s ear, making the younger flinch. “Respect your elders, punk.”

Seungmin swatted him away. “Then act like one! If you want them, just ask them out. Jesus.”

“I can’t,” Changbin muttered, voice suddenly quieter. “They’re my students. That’s—wrong.”

Seungmin shrugged. “Didn’t stop Felix.”

That made Changbin freeze mid-step. He grabbed Seungmin’s sleeve, halting him. “What do you mean?”

Seungmin’s shoulders tensed immediately. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No—what do you mean, Seungmin?”

The beta looked away. “Can we just walk?”

“Seungmin.”

Seungmin sighed, cheeks turning slightly pink. He glanced around like someone might overhear. “There’s a rumor. A dumb one.”

“About Felix?”

A beat.

“Yeah,” Seungmin muttered. “That he’s, uh, slept with professors. Or a professor. No one knows who.”

Changbin stared and felt his pulse roar to life in his ears.

Hope and jealousy slammed into his chest at once, bright and sickening. His hands curled into fists as his mind reeled through possibilities, scenarios, half-imagined daydreams, and past interactions.

That’s why he’s so confident. That’s why he winked like he’s done this before.

Seungmin started walking again, but Changbin didn’t move.

He blinked a few times, stunned, his breath shallow. Then—

“Kim Seungmin!” he called out, breaking out into a jog.

“Do you think I’d actually have a chance?” Changbin asked before he could stop himself. His voice came out softer than he intended. “With Felix, I mean. Or Hyunjin. Either of them. Both of them?”

Seungmin laughed, dry and immediate.

“Do I think you’d have a chance with two omegas who practically eye-fuck you across lecture hall rows? Who leaves lipstick on their homework and calls you ‘sir’ with a smirk? Yeah, Bin. I think you might have a shot.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, but his heart pounded.

“I’m serious,” he muttered, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. “I’m not… I’m not like other guys. I don’t want to just sleep with them. I want—” He stopped.

Seungmin tilted his head.

“I want them. Like—really want them.”

There was a pause.

And then: “You better not be thinking of only asking one of them out,” Seungmin warned, raising a brow. “That’s a death wish.”

Changbin’s eyes widened. “I wouldn’t! I’d ask both of them!”

He winced at how loud that came out. A passing car honked in response, and Seungmin groaned, muttering something about “volume control”.

But Changbin was on a roll now. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

“Hyunjin…” he stared, voice soft, “Hyunjin’s so sharp. Everything about him feels intentional. He walks like he owns every room, even when he’s late. He’s witty, terrifying, and so confident it makes me want to either run or get on my knees—sometimes both.”

He swallowed.

“But he’s more than that, too. He takes care of people. I’ve seen it. How he pulls Felix in when the room gets too loud. How he rolls his eyes at everything but always makes sure no one’s left behind.”

He sighed, cheeks pink, staring ahead.

“And then there’s Felix.” He smiled, hopeless.

“Felix is the sun. He’s chaotic, sweet, flirtatious, like he knows he’s hot, but he never uses it to hurt anyone. He laughs like it’s the only thing that matters. He acts like he’s playing around, but I think… I think he feels things really deeply. You can see it in his eyes when no one’s looking.”

Seungmin blinked, slightly stunned.

Changbin kept going.

“I want to hold both of them. I want to take them out dancing or skating, or something stupid. I’d split myself in two if I had to, just so they’d never feel like I was choosing one over the other. I want to treat them like they deserve. Not like some college fling. Like—like they’re everything.”

There was silence after that.

Seungmin stared at him.

“…Okay,” he finally said. “So ask them out.”

Changbin nodded, more to himself than anything. His hands fidgeted again, clutching the now-empty coffee cup. “I need to plan something good. Maybe a dance night, they both like that, I think. Hyunjin always taps his foot to music, and Felix mentioned something about dancing in high school. Maybe Minho could sneak me into one of the classes, just so I don’t make a fool of myself. Or maybe I could—”

“God,” Seungmin groaned. “If I had known you would recite Shakespeare, I wouldn’t have said anything.”

But Changbin barely heard him, because the sound of barking cut through the quiet.

Changbin’s head snapped up, and his brain promptly stopped working.

There, sprawled on the front lawn of Hyunjin’s frat house, were the two sources of his current obsession.

Felix sat on the grass in a blue snappback turned backwards, wearing a pale crop top and a pleated navy skirt that showed off way too much thigh. His sneakers were untied. His cheeks flushed from laughing, glossy lips parted around another bark. His legs were kicked up lazily in front of him, and his sweet omega scent was so strong on the wind that it made Changbin dizzy.

Next to him, Hyunjin lounged like a panther, shirtless, skin golden under the porch lights, a red cap tipped low on his brow, crimson sweatpants hugging his waist with that telltale deliberate slouch. His collarbones were prominent, his chest lean and toned, and his lips parted slightly as he barked along with Felix: casual, hot, and dangerous.

Changbin swallowed so hard he nearly choked.

He was hard. Like, actually hard in public.

And they were barking at him.

Seungmin sighed beside him. “I’m so sorry for them,” he muttered. “Thanks for the walk.”

He patted Changbin on the back like a tired camp counselor and made his way up the path.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Seungmin called, annoyed. “You’re barking at my friend?!”

Felix giggled. “How can’t we?! Look at him!”

Hyunjin looked him up and down like a piece of meat.

Changbin’s brain blue-screened.

He opened his mouth, wanting to be cool, wanting to flirt, wanting to say something smart and slick. Instead:

“…You guys sound cute when you bark.”

Silence.

Felix blinked.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

Changbin winced. “Fuck me.”

He turned and walked away. Fast.

The sound of laughter followed him down the street. But under the flush of humiliation, he smiled.

Because maybe… they would.

-

3.

Changbin spotted Chan as they finished a third set of heavy chest presses, the clang of metal mixing with the faint thrum of the gym’s overhead speakers. His shoulders burned with the good kind of ache, the kind earned from focus, but his mind hadn’t been focused in days.

Chan exhaled hard and sat up, towel draped around his neck, shaking out his arms. “You’re quiet,” he noted, grabbing his water. “That’s unusual for you.”

Changbin shrugged, pretending to count the plates on the bar, before feigning nonchalance. “How’s Felix?”

Chan gave him a look. Not suspicious, but amused, soft, and a little knowing. “He’s good. Hyper as ever. I haven’t seen much of him lately, though,” Chan said, wiping sweat from his face. “He’s always off with his boyfriend.”

There was no venom in the word, but there was something else beneath it. Not bitterness, but worry, a sort of quiet unease.

“Does that bother you?” Changbin asked before he could stop himself.

Chan blinked at him, then huffed a soft laugh. “No. Not like that. Felix isn’t mine.”

He paused, his gaze drifting to the floor between them.

“But… he’s kinda like my pup, you know? I’ve known him since his first semester here, when he was scared out of his mind and wouldn’t stop apologizing for existing.”

That made Changbin’s chest ache. He hadn’t known that version of Felix, the timid one. He only knew this Felix. The flirty, unbothered one. The confident omega who could turn heads with a smile and cause chaos with a wink.

But Chan clearly remembered a different boy.

“I tried to look out for him,” Chan continued. “Especially with how people talk about him now.”

He didn’t need to elaborate. Changbin knew the rumors. Everyone did.

The whispers about Felix sleeping around. About how easy he was. How he always landed on his feet. That he never got attached. That he couldn’t.

“But they don’t really know him,” Chan said, his voice low now, more serious. “Yeah, he’s slept around. I won’t lie about that. But the thing is, Felix didn’t always bounce back, not the way people think. He’s just really fucking good at pretending.”

Chan’s jaw tensed.

“I’ve seen him come home, cheeks stained with tears he’d swear were from the cold. I’ve seen him break down over texts he said didn’t matter. He wants to be wanted so bad sometimes that he lets people take pieces of him, thinking it won’t hurt. But it always does.”

Changbin swallowed hard, his throat tight. God.

“I think that’s why he’s better now,” Chan added after a beat. “With Hyunjin-ah. That boy would burn the world down for him.”

He said it with a smile, something proud in his voice. “But anyway—why do you ask?”

Changbin tried to answer, but he wasn’t sure where to start. His mind was spiraling, looping back to every moment he’d seen Felix smile and wondered if it was real. If there were bruises behind it, emotional ones that no one ever noticed.

“I just…” he started. “I guess I was curious.”

Chan gave him a look. “Don’t bullshit me, Bin. You’ve been circling them like a moth to a flame since they walked into your class holding hands.”

Changbin flushed, scratching at his jaw. “Fine. Maybe. I just… I don’t know. I didn’t think Felix was—available.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “He’s in a relationship, yeah. But that doesn’t mean he’s untouchable. Especially not to the people who treat him right.”

Changbin blinked at that. “You think…” he traied off. “You think someone like me could actually… have a chance?”

Chan was queit for a beat. Then: “I think someone like you, who sees them, really sees them—not just the way they both look in short skirts and gym shorts—yeah. I think you’d be good for them. Both of them.”

Before Changbin could respond, a sudden rush of scents hit him.

Bright, sweet, and spiced.

His head jerked up instinctively, and there they were.

Felix and Hyunjin had just stepped into the gym, and it was fucking unfair how good they looked.

Felix wore navy compression shorts that clung tight to his thighs, his baby-pink cropped tank top riding high on his waist as he adjusted the hem. A glint of shimmer highlighted his collarbones, and his soft blond hair was tied back with a pink scrunchie. His cheeks were flushed before he even broke a sweat, mouth pulled into an impish smile.

Beside him, Hyunjin was shirtless, his red mesh shorts riding dangerously low on his hips. His new muscle mass was hard to ignore: strong, defined shoulders, cut biceps, and lean abs that flexed as he lifted his arms over his head to stretch. His typical red cap covered his shaved head, turned backward, and he looked like a goddamn magazine ad come to life.

They laughed together as they headed toward the treadmills. Felix bumped his hip against Hyunjin’s, who caught him by the waist and whispered something into his ear.

Felix giggled, ducking his head.

Fuck.

Changbin’s throat went dry, and predictably, his pants tightened, his whole body buzzing with desperate want.

They’re beautiful. Fucking untouchable.

But then he glanced sideways and caught Chan’s raised brow again.

“So,” the older alpha said, one corner of his mouth lifting, “you want to ask out my little and his boyfriend, huh?”

Changbin’s heart stopped.

Chan just smiled wider.

Changbin sputtered like he’d swallowed a dumbbell whole. “Wha—I—What are you?! No! I mean—not like that—I wasn’t—!”

Chan just grinned at him, wicked and amused, “C’mon, it’s obvious to everyone you know? Just by the way you look at them! Especially when they walk in like—”

He paused dramatically. “Like that.”

Changbin barely had time to register what that meant before Chan cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled across the gym.

“Felix! Hyunjin! Come over here!”

“Hyung—!” Changbin hissed, eyes widening in horror. “Are you insane?! What the hell are you doing?!”

But it was too late. They were already on their way over.

Felix all but skipped across the gym floor, hair already falling out of where he had pulled it back. Hyunjin followed behind him, shirtless and smug, his red cap tilted just so, and his gold chain catching the light with every fluid step.

Changbin forgot how to breathe.

“Hey Channie,” Felix chirped sweetly, voice a little breathless from the jog over, his cheeks flushed pink. He bounced on the balls of his feet before giving Chan a hug that turned into more of a cling, then turned to Changbin with an expectant, wide-eyed smile. “And hi, Changbin-hyung.”

“Hey,” Changbin squeaked. Squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hey.”

Chan barely contained his grin. “Thought you two might want to say hi to your favorite TA.”

Hyunjin chuckled under his breath. “Oh, he’s our favorite, alright.” He gave Changbin a slow, obvious once-over that had the alpha standing straighter and pulling his tank top down nervously. Hyunjin tilted his head, then stepped forward. “Think you could help me stretch a bit, hyung?”

Changbin nodded quickly, his voice temporarily missing in action.

Hyunjin turned around, offering his back, and Changbin swallowed thickly before kneeling slightly to brace the omega’s arms and guide him through a series of slow shoulder and tricep stretches. His hands trembled ever so slightly as they met Hyunjin’s skin, the omega’s muscles taut and warm beneath his fingers.

“Don’t be shy,” Hyunjin teased, peeking over his shoulder. “You can touch me harder than that. I won’t break.”

“I—um—okay,” Changbin mumbled, ears bright red.

Once they finished, Hyunjin turned and leaned in closer, grinning lazily. “Thanks, hyung.” His voice had dropped into something flirtier, rougher around the edges.

Before Changbin could process that, a pop cracked through the gym, making him jump. Felix had opened his water bottle and taken a deep swig, some of it dribbling down the side of his mouth and onto his chest. He let it drip, exhaling a little moan, then glanced at Changbin through his lashes. “Oops.”

“Jesus,” Changbin hissed under his breath.

Chan snorted beside him. “You okay there, buddy?”

“No.”

Felix walked over, bottle still in hand, and stood next to Changbin, who was trying very hard to stare directly at the ceiling. Felix pouted slightly. “Aren’t you going to ask what flavor I’m drinking?”

“I—I don’t—uh…”

Felix stepped closer, fingers lightly brushing the inside of Changbin’s bicep. “It’s peach.” He gave the alpha a wink. “You like peaches, right?”

Changbin was going to die.

Felix giggled, and then, without warning, placed both hands on Changbin’s arm and squeezed. “Holy shit, you’ve been lifting.”

He proceeded to grope at Changbin’s biceps, then his chest, running his fingers down his pecs with a fascinated expression. “Can I feel them flex?”

“I guess?” Changbin choked.

Felix gasped in delight. “Hyunjin-ah! Come here, we’re doing a flex-off!”

Hyunjin threw down the challenge like a gauntlet, grabbing a dumbbell and immediately posing like he was center stage at a competition. Felix joined him, lifting both arms above his head and twisting his hips like he was on a runway, making exaggerated grunting noises between giggles.

Hyunjin’s biceps actually popped when he curled them, and Changbin—who was supposed to be competing—was too distracted by the sight of them to do anything except blink rapidly and try (and fail) not to get hard in public, again.

“You’re losing,” Hyunjin purred, curling a dumbbell with one hand like it weighed nothing. “Better show me what you’re working with.

Changbin blinked, temporarily stunned by the pure chaos of it all, then joined in, flexing hard, rolling back his shoulders, and showing off the cut of his chest. The sleeve of his workout shirt ripped slightly.

Felix shrieked in delight. “Hyungie! Look what you did!” he giggled, reaching out to run his hands across Changbin’s now-exposed shoulder. “That’s so hot.”

As if things couldn’t get worse—or better, depending on perspective—Felix, in his excitement, tried to climb on the gym bench beside Changbin, but ended up tripping on the strap of Chan’s gym bag. He let out a surprised yelp and landed right in Changbin’s lap.

“Oh my god,” Felix laughed, twisting to look at him. “Guess you caught me.”

Changbin froze, arms full of soft, warm omega, with Felix squirming innocently on top of him. His nose was full of sweet, syrupy peach and sunshine, and his thighs twitched under the weight. He was absolutely certain he was going to combust.

“Hope this is okay,” he said innocently, but the smirk on his face gave him away.

Hyunjin came to sit on the bench beside them, arm slung over the back of Changbin’s shoulders, and fingers playing lightly with the edge of his collar.

“You’re warm,” Felix murmured, nuzzling into his chest. “And comfy. You always this solid?”

Changbin had forgotten how to speak. His hands hovered mid-air like he didn’t know where to put them, and his face was burning brighter than the sun.

Across from him, Chan was howling with laughter.

-

4.

The low thrum of the speakers hummed through the studio floor as Changbin leaned back in his seat, eyes lazily watching the scene in the recording booth. Seungmin and Minho were bickering again, loud enough that their voices cracked through the intercom without even turning the mic on.

“You’re flat,” Minho snapped, arms crossed.

“You’re controlling,” Seungmin shot back. “Not every song needs to sound like a funeral march.”

Changbin snorted. Chan had certainly picked the most entertaining group of individuals he knew for his little battle of the bands competition. Not that he minded, though; it not only let him spend more time with the two omegas he’s head over heels for, but he’s also not constantly cooped up in his office working anymore.

Jisung, beside him, twisted a dial before flicking his gaze over with that too-knowing grin. “So,” he said casually, leaning back in his chair. “You gonna ask them out while we’re all playing happy band family or what?”

Changbin blinked. “What?”

Jisung snorted. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You’ve been spaced out the past few weeks. Felix giggles, and you short-circuit. Hyunjin smirks, and you look like you’re gonna have an aneurysm.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, but the flush was already creeping up his ears. “I’m not—It’s not that simple.”

“Why, because you’re nervous?” Jisung tilted his head. “Or because they’re… them?”

“They’re intense,” Changbin admitted. “Like, Hyunjin especially. He’s so fiery and confident. He walks into a room and everyone knows he’s going to say something clever or dangerous or both. And the way he carries himself… it’s like he dares people to look down on him, just so he can burn them alive.”

Jisung’s expression shifted, something softer sliding behind the smirk. He glanced at the booth before sitting up properly. “Yeah. He wasn’t always like that.”

That got Changbin’s attention.

Jisung looked at him for a long moment before sighing, his voice quieter now. “We went to the same high school, so when we first came here, we were always together, you know. But then, Hyunjin dated this upperclassman. An alpha, older, popular, all that crap. That guy had Hyunjin wrapped around his finger, used him like some trophy, like fucking arm candy, and when people started whispering about it, he turned on him.”

Changbin’s jaw tensed, his heart sinking in his chest.

“He called Hyunjin clingy and dramatic, and said he was embarrassing,” Jisung continued. “Dumped him right before finals and acted like Hyunjin was the one who should be ashamed. I’ve never seen him so broken. He stopped dancing, he skipped class, and stopped showing up to our friend group stuff. He was… gone. For a long time.”

There was a thick silence between them. The light from the booth flickered, Seungmin rolling his eyes dramatically as Minho shook his head at him.

Changbin gripped his coffee cup a little tighter, staring down at it like it could anchor him. The image of Hyunjin—all fire and sharpness and untouchable grace—now came with a raw ache in his chest. It made sense now. The guardedness, the cutting remarks, the obsession with control. He wasn’t just confident, he was protecting himself.

Jisung added, voice even softer, “That’s also why he’s so protective of Lix-ah, you know. The way some of Felix’s past alphas treated him? You wouldn’t believe it, guys slept with him like it was a prize, like he was some campus conquest, and then tossed him aside. Pretended it never meant anything. I think Hyunjin sees a lot of himself in that. That kind of hurt sticks to you, you know?”

Changbin felt something hot and sharp flicker in his chest. Rage, maybe. Or guilt. Or longing. All he knew was that it made him want to reach out and hold both omegas somewhere quiet, somewhere safe, and never let anyone touch them like that ever again.

“I just…” he murmured, more to himself than to Jisung. “I don’t want to be another alpha that hurts them.”

Jisung looked at him, really looked at him, and after a moment, smiled. Not in the teasing way he usually did, but something more grounded. “Then don’t be.”

Before Changbin could reply, the studio door creaked open, and the warm hum of the hallway slipped in.

Felix entered first. He was in a soft blue oversized sweater, sleeves bunched up to his elbows, black shorts peeking from beneath the hem, and those thigh-high white socks that always did something unholy to Changbin’s brain. His hair was in soft waves, and he was beaming like he had every right to exist and be admired.

Hyunjin followed behind him, all legs and muscle in a sleeveless black mesh shirt tucked into tight red leather pants. His mouth was parted just slightly as if caught mid-laugh, a hint of sharp canine peeking out. The confidence in his walk was unmistakable, deliberate, effortless, and magnetic.

Jeongin followed after them, and Chan brought up the rear, grinning like he’d just orchestrated a coup.

Changbin didn’t know how to breathe for a second. He felt the familiar rush hit him like a truck: desire, panic, awe, and the tiny, treacherous hope that maybe, maybe, he could be someone worthy of them both.

Changbin tried not to stare. But then Felix was suddenly beside him, plopping down on the arm of the chair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hi, Bin-hyung,” Felix grinned, his voice syrupy sweet and warm like melted sugar.

Before Changbin could respond, Hyunjin sank into the other chair at the console, only to shove it aside a little too aggressively, muttering that the height was wrong. And then he was sitting directly on the edge of Changbin’s other thigh, not quite in his lap, but just close enough that Changbin’s brain promptle melted.

He froze, clutching his coffee like a lifeline as the two omegas leaned into his space, as if he wasn’t actively trying not to combust.

“We brought you something,” Felix said, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket and placing it gently on Changbin’s knee. “Thought you’d wanna see what we’ve been working on.”

Changbin blinked, trying to focus. It was a half-written song, only a hook verse, and bridge. Smooth, sultury lyrics about longing and obsession, about someone too hot to handle, someone you couldn’t get out of your head. There were scratchy little hearts doodled in the margins. The title? TAKE ME (interlude).

His heart nearly lept out of his chest.

“You like it?” Hyunjin murmured beside his ear, and oh, that tone was sinful.

Changbin nodded a little too eagerly, his throat dry. “It’s, uh… yeah. Really good.”

Felix leaned down closer, brushing against Changbin’s shoulder. “Wanna help us finish it sometime? You know… like a private session?”

Changbin whimpered. Actually whimpered.

“Oh no,” Felix giggled, hand over his mouth. “We broke him.”

“I think we did,” Hyunjin agreed, clearly pleased.

Before Changbin had a chance to recover, Felix gave a dramatic sigh and dug into his little side bag. “Ugh. Dry lips.”

He twisted open a tube of lip gloss and pouted, mumbling about forgetting his mirror. Hyunjin smirked and reached over, gently gripping Felix’s chin.

They acted like they weren’t doing this directly over Changbin’s lap as Hyunjin raised the tube of lip gloss.

“Don’t move,” Hyunjn said, low and amused, applying the gloss with absurd precision, his thumb brushing Felix’s lower lip. The younger boy blinked up at him, lashes fluttering, then grinned.

Then—without warning—Felix turned and kissed Changbin on the cheek, slow and sweet, leaving a shimmering lip print just beside his jaw.

“For good luck,” he whispered.

Changbin was seconds away from dying, he was sure of it. He had barely processed the feeling of Felix’s lips on his skin when Hyunjin leaned in from the other side and, with a lazy smirk, bit his earlobe, gently, playfully, but very much deliberately.

Changbin made a sound that wasn’t entirely human.

Hyunjin pulled back with a satisfied hum. “Still with us, Professor Binnie?”

Jisung, from across the room, cackled loudly. “Oh, he’s gone.”

It was only then—while Changbin was still half-frozen in his chair, heart slamming against his chest—that Felix tilted his head and said, voice light, “So… do you wanna go out with us?”

Hyunjin was still smirking, but there was something soft around the edges of his eyes now. “Like, on a real date. Just us three.”

Changbin’s heart actually skipped. “I—you—wait, I was—I was gonna ask—”

“We know,” Felix said sweetly. “But you were taking too long.”

“So we helped,” Hyunjin added, crossing his legs like a satisfied cat.

Changbin stared at them for a moment, absolutely speechless, before finally breathing. “Yes. Yes, absolutely. Fuck, yes.”

Felix giggled, practically vibrating with happiness. “Yay! Told you he’d say yes!”

Hyunjin just leaned in again, brushing his fingers along the edge of Changbin’s ear, his voice like silk.

“Better start planning, alpha,” he whispered. “We’ve got very high standards.”

And with that, they both stood, leaving Changbin flushed, flustered, and already disgustingly in love.

-

5.

Changbin was going to die.

No, scratch that, he was going to spontaneously combust, then be reincarnated as a ghost who would haunt this damn apartment forever, doomed to wander the halls whispering, “Do they like cats…?” to every poor soul who crossed his path.

He groaned loudly, arms full of outfit options as he dumped them across the floor of his room. “This one’s too formal. This one’s too casual. This one makes me look like I’m trying too hard. This one makes me look like I’m not trying hard enough—!”

Jeongin, sprawled across his bed and sipping a soda, barely looked up. “You’ve officially entered spiraling mode.”

Minho, sitting at Changbin’s desk like he owned it, flipping lazily through his phone. “He’s been spiraling since he made that damn reservation.”

Changbin spun to face them. “Okay, but you don’t understand. I booked the entire cat cafe! Just for the three of us!” He paused, tugging at his hair. “What if they don’t even like cats?! What if they think it’s cheesy? What if they hate the smell of fur, or they’re allergic, or—”

Jeongin blinked. “Wait. Aren’t you allergic to cats?”

Minho looked up with a sudden smirk. “He is.”

Changbin waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve been getting allergy shots for the past three days, thank you very much. I’ve taken antihistamines. I’ve trained my immune system like it’s a goddamn Olympic athlete. I’m not letting a few hives get in the way of love.”

Jeongin barked a laugh and nearly choked on his soda.

Minho snorted. “You absolute pabo. Lucky for you, both Yongbok and Hyunjin do love cats. Like, obsessively. Yongbok literally used to sneak strays into the house until Chan threatened to turn him into a public health risk.”

“Hyunjin has a folder on his phone just for cats he wants to adopt someday,” Jeongin added.

Changbin sagged with relief, only to immediately spiral again. “Okay, but what if they think I’m too much? What if the date’s too extra? What if they think I’m just another pushy alpha trying to buy their attention?”

His voice cracked on the last word.

Minho stood and crossed the room, giving him a surprisingly gentle pat on the shoulder. “Yongbok-ah is dramatic,” he said with a small smile, “but he’s not heartless. You’re not some random frat alpha douche trying to get laid. You’ve treated him like a person since day one. He sees that.”

Changbin glanced toward Jeognin, eyes wide and a little glassy. “But Hyunjin, he’s been hurt before. He’s… intense. Smart. Sharp. He deserves someone who won’t hurt him.”

Jeongin stood up now too, setting his drink aside. “Hyunjin-hyung is intense, yeah. But he’s also loyal, and honest. He knows how to protect himself, and more than that, he knows what he wants.”

Changbin swallowed. “You think… you think I’m what he wants?”

Minho smiled. “I think you’re what they want.”

“And for what it’s worth,” Jeongin added with a sly grin, “Hyujin-hyung told me yesterday that if you didn’t try anything soon, he was going to eat you alive. So. You know. Be brave.”

Changbin blushed violently, muttering something about disrespectful younger alphas whils diving back into the pile of shirts.

Eventually, they helped him settle on a soft black turtleneck under a slim-cut jacket, dark jeans, and boots that made him look taller than he actually was. Minho adjusted his collar, and Jeongin gave him a playful thumbs-up.

He looked at himself in the mirror and exhaled slowly. He didn’t feel entirely calm, but he felt ready.

Checking his watch, Changbin’s heart kicked up a notch. “Shit. I gotta go pick them up.”

Minho ruffled his hair. “Go get your omegas, Romeo.”

Jeongin smirked. “Try not to die from cat dander before dessert.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, but the grin tugging at his lips was impossible to hide. He grabbed his keys, gave them both a shaky little salute, and rushed out the door.

Tonight was either going to be the best night of his life… or the start of a very attractive allergy attack.

The ride over was quiet for once, not because any of them were shy—Hyunjin had already called Changbin “muscle daddy” twice, and Felix had spent five minutes complimenting Changbin’s cologne—but because the anticipation had settled in thick between them.

Felix was practically bouncing in the backseat, while Hyunjin kept throwing side glances at Changbin, trying to guess where they were going.

“You’re being so cryptic,” Hyunjin teased, playing with the alpha’s fingers a bit where his hand rested on the center console. “We’re not going to a gym, are we?”

“God, no,” Changbin said, horrified. “I’m not that predictable.”

They pulled up to a quiet side street just off campus. String lights glittered around the windows of a cozy storefront, the sign reading “Paws & Whisers Cafe.” Felix’s eyes widened. Hyunjin blinked. The door was locked, but just as Felix was about to comment, Changbin stepped forward, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a key.

Hyunjin stared. “Did you—”

“I rented it out,” Changbin mumbled, unlocking the door with a click. “I figured… first date. I wanted it to be special.”

Felix made a gasp that sounded like a kitten being startled and flung himself at Changbin, throwing his arms around his neck in a sudden, tight hug. “You soft, stupid, thoughtful alpha,” he whispered into Changbin’s ear, voice fond and breathless. “You rented out a whole cat cafe for us?!”

“I—yeah,” Changbin stammered, his face already red. “Just for tonight.”

The inside smelled like coffee and vanilla and the faint scent of fur. Dozens of cats lounged on climbing towers and in windowsills, a few furious ones padding forward to meet their new guests. The lights were warm, casting golden halos around the space, and the soft music made everything feel like some kind of disney movie.

Felix slipped off his jacket (Hyunjin’s jacket) and immediately beelined for a cluster of cats, letting out the softest coo. “Oh my god, look at their little faces—Binnie, Binnie—”

Changbin had barely sat on the floor next to Hyunjin before Felix crawled right into his lap, holding a tiny orange kitten up in his hands like a gift. “Look at this one,” he whispered, eyes glowing. “She matches your hair.”

Changbin blinked, stunned. Not just from the weight of Felix in his lip, but the scent of the omega curling around him, warm and sugar-sweet. He instinctively brought his hands up to steady Felix’s waist, swallowing thickly as the kitten meowed in his face.

Felix leaned closer, breath hitting Changbin’s cheek. “You’re gonna make the best cat dad.”

Hyunjin, from where he had moved to the snack bar, looked over with a smirk. “If you two start making out with kittens between you, I am getting it on video.”

Felix giggled but didn’t move from Changbin’s lap. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a lap of your own.”

“Oh please,” Hyunjin said as he brought over the snacks and settled beside them. “I’m saving mine for later.”

“This felt very us,” Hyunjin said softly, sliding onto the couch beside them and setting the plate down on the table. “Vanilla cake, with strawberry mousse and rosewater glaze. And edible glitter, obviously. Because we’re shiny bitches.”

Felix giggled, still nestled into Changbin’s side. “I knew you were gonna pick that one.”

Hyunjin just smirked, plucking up the fork and spearing a bite of cake. “I’m full of surprises.”

He turned to Changbin slowly, fork still in hand, the piece of cake practically glimmering. “Say ah,” he murmured.

Changbin blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” Hyunjin said, voice a little lower now, a little smoother. He leaned in, elbow resting on his knee, holding the fork between them like an offering. “Be a good boy and open your mouth.”

Changbin’s heart dropped into his stomach. He stared at the fork, then at Hyunjin’s smug, devastatingly gorgeous face, and then at Felix, who was watching with way too much delight.

Felix tilted his head. “You do like vanilla, right, Binnie?”

Changbin made a sound that might have been a yes or a desperate plea for mercy, but his lips parted anyway.

Hyunjin’s eyes glinted. “That’s what I thought.”

He brought the fork in slowly, guiding the cake into Changbin’s mouth with the precision of someone who’d clearly fantasized about this kind of thing before. Changbin took the bite, accidentally grazing his lips against the prongs of the fork as Hyunjin pulled it away, delibertately slow, like he wanted to make him feel every millimeter of steel and sugar.

The sweetness hit his tongue right before the scent of rose and Hyunjin flooded his senses.

“Good,” Hyunjin asked, licking a bit of icing off his thumb.

Changbin choked a little and nodded, feeling like he might melt into the couch.

Felix giggled again. “He’s blushing.”

“Of course he is,” Hyunjin said, smug and satisfied. “He’s being fed.”

Changbin still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d survived the cake moment. He’d spent half of it deperately clinging to his self-control and the other half trying not to moan like one of those guys in cafe mukbang ASMR videos. Hyunjin had gone back to pretending nothing had happened, looking entirely too pleased with himself, while Felix tucked himself even deeper into Changbin’s lap, purring in response to every brush of affection.

The three of them had shifted from the main lounge area to the cozier nook by the bay window, a low table filled with dainty cake slices, sparking waters, and coffee they had mostly forgotten about. A few of the cafe’s rescue cats had started snoozing nearby, lounging like little furry princes.

Felix had a half-eaten vanilla cat-shaped macaron in one hand and a pitiful expression on his face when he turned toward Changbin, lower lip jutted out in a dramatic pout.

“Hyung,” he whined softly, letting his voice go all breathy and soft, “if I sit in your lap and meow for long enough… will you adopt me?”

Changbin choked on his drink. “W-what?”

“I’m house-trained,” Felix added sweetly, batting his lashes. “Mostly.”

Hyunjin snorted into his tea, nearly spilling it as he laughed. “Don’t lie. You knocked over three of my plants last week and hissed when I tried to pick you up.”

“Exactly,” Felix said with a fake sniffle. “I’m a rescue. Don’t I deserve love too?”

Changbin was trying to think of a clever reply, but all his brain could do was short-circuit because Felix was now curling up against his chest, nuzzling into his neck like he really was a clingy little stray, and Changbin’s body was absolutely betraying him.

He cleared his throat, one hand coming up instinctively to pet over Felix’s hair. “You’re… very adoptable,” he muttered. “But, uh… I don’t think most people offer adoption with tongue.”

Hyunjin, now licking strawberry glaze off the back of his fork, just shrugged. “We’re not most people.”

Felix giggled like that was the most charming thing he’d ever heard and pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of Changbin’s jaw, sending another shockwave of heat right through him.

They settled into eating again, well, sort of. Mostly they just grazed and teased. Hyunjin had kicked off his shoes and pulled one leg up under himself, reclining like a prince beside a platter of colorful mochi, one eyebrow arched as he watched Changbin with a look that was equal parts mischief and calculation.

Changbin was reaching for another bite of the rosewater cake when Hyunjin leaned in again.

“Hold still,” he murmured, voice almost a purr.

Changbin blinked, fork still halfway to his mouth. “Huh?”

“You’ve got frosting,” Hyunjin said, tapping the corner of his own lips to show where.

Before Changbin could react, Hyunjin leaned in further, thumb brushing slow and deliberate across the corner of his mouth, and then, with piercing eye contact that made Changbin’s pulse slam against his ribs, the omega raised that same thumb to his own lips.

And licked.

Slowly. Like he wanted Changbin to watch.

Changbin did watch. He couldn’t look away if he tried. He felt like he might catch fire right there on the couch. Felix, of course, noticed the way his chest stilled and giggled wickedly, tapping the back of his fingers against Changbin’s chest.

“You okay, Binnie?”

Hyunjin smirked and leaned back casually. “You look a little hot.”

“I’m—” Changbin coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’m fine. Great. Really good.”

Felix hummed. “He is really good.”

Hyunjin nodded solemnly. “The best we’ve had all week.”

Changbin groaned softly under his breath and picked up his coffee again, gulping it like it might somehow cool him off.

It didn’t.

The date had reached that soft-glow stage, their bellies pleasantly full, and the sun dipping just low enough outside the cafe windows to paint them in amber light. One of the kittens was curled around Changbin’s ankle, purring like a motorboat, while Felix remained half-draped across his lap, batting at the little bell on the kitten’s collar.

It was warm, sweet, and cozy in the kind of way that made Changbin ache, just a little, because this felt dangerous. Like the start of something he’d want every weekend for the rest of his life.

Which is probably why HHyunjin’s next words made his heart skip.

“So,” the taller omega said slowly, tossing a strawberry mochi between his fingers. “You’re good at flirting, right?”

Changbin blinked. “Uh..”

Felix perked up immediately, still cuddled in his lap, his lips curling into a grin that should’ve been illegal. “That’s a challenge,” he said carefully. “We’re challenging you.”

“To… what?”

“To a flirt-off,” Hyunjin said smugly. “Loser buys the next round of desserts.”

Felix giggled, squishing closer. “I already know who’s gonna win.”

Changbin narrowed his eyes, heart pounding. “Wait, are you setting me up?”

Felix reached up and tapped his chin. “Maybe.”

But he wasn’t going to back down. Not when they were both staring at him like he was a particularly delicious snack on the menu.

He squared his shoulders and gave his best smirk. “Alright, bring it on.”

They took turns, of course. Hyunjin led with a bold comment about how good Changbin’s arms looked lifting dessert forks, “Bet they’d feel even better pinning me down.” Felix went next, gently tracing the veins on Changbin’s hand and murmuring that they made him feel so safe.

Changbin, flustered and fired up, struck back harder. A comment about Hyunjin’s lips, the way they moved when he spoke, how he wanted to trace their shape with his own. Then to Felix, low and warm, saying that he could barely look into those eyes without wanting to drown in them.

Felix squeaked. Hyunjin made a surprised sound that might have been a soft moan. They lost, spectacularly, and they knew it.

But they didn’t mind one bit.

Because the next moment was quiet. Felix was still curled in his lap, with Hyunjin sitting just beside them with a gentle tilt to his head.

Felix was the first to lean in.

His kiss was soft, tentative, even. Gentle in the way it stole Changbin’s breath without demanding it. He made a soft noise when Changbin’s hand cupped his waist, and the omega melted into him, all pliant and sweet, like the kiss was something sacred. Changbin returned it slowly, tenderly, savoring the press of Felix’s lips and the way the younger exhaled through his nose, completely lost in the moment.

When they broke apart, Felix blinked up at him, looking breathless. “You taste like strawberry,” he whispered.

Then Hyunjin was there, uncaring of the fact that Felix was still in Changbin’s lap.

His kiss was different. Confident and assertive. He grabbed the front of Changbin’s shirt and pulled him in, tilting his head just right, taking his mouth with a heat that burned slow and sure. He licked into the kiss like he owned it, like he wanted to brand Changbin’s memory with it. Changbin groaned softly, leaning into it without hesitation, and Hyunjin let out a pleased hum, sucking on his bottom lip for just a second longer than was necessary before letting go.

When he pulled back, his thumb brushed under Changbin’s lip like he was proud of the way he’d marked him.

Changbin was positive he had died and gone to heaven.

And then Hyunjin gave him the final blow, low, smug, and devastatingly hot:

“Take us home, Alpha.”

-

+1 time Changbin flustered them

Changbin leaned against the railing of the second-story overlook, nursing a half-empty solo cup and scanning the pulsing crowd below with sharp and practiced eyes. The bass of the speakers throbbed through the floorboards. Hongjoong was on the DJ table tonight, and clearly, no one had warned him to pace himself. People were grinding on each other like the world was ending, and Changbin had already clocked three couples who might need to be peeled off each other before someone got pregnant mid-party.

He couldn’t even be mad about it. It was hot. Messy. College at its most chaotic.

And it was his job—unofficially but earnestly—to keep the chaos from boiling over.

Chan had been worried about this party for days, muttering about how certain frats barely tolerated each other, how beefs and ego could turn tequila shots into broken noses in under ten seconds. Hyunjin had echoed that, scoffing about how half the alphas from rival frats didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves, or worse, acted like omegas were trophies to be passed around like kegs.

Changbin had promised to watch out for his boys. All his boys. But especially his omegas.

And speaking of…

He glanced down at himself and smirked. He wasn’t exactly subtle tonight, not with his shirt carefully chosen to be both red and blue, no frat allegiance, just dedication to the two boys he was proud to call his partners. Lipstick kisses in both signature colors decorated his biceps, along with twin smudges on either cheek. His pants were tailored but just snug enough to highlight what he was packing, and his chain gleamed with a subtle charm that matched the bracelets both Felix and Hyunjin had given him.

He thought about them. About what they’d looked like earlier in the night, before the house crowded and the music got too loud.

Felix had all but strutted out of Hyunjin’s room wearing his blue frat crop top, which barely contained his pierced nipples, paired with the tiniest matching skirt and thigh-highs that squeezed his legs in the most unfair ways. His blonde hair had been fluffed and curled, a soft shimmer dusted over his collarbones, lips glossed in that sticky, sparkly stuff that Changbin still hadn’t tasted tonight.

And Hyunjin—fuck.

He didn’t bother with a skirt, just slung his red frat jacket over his simple cropped tank top, showing off his defined chest and new abs like he was the prize. Which he was. His belt hung open, just loose enough to make Changbin wonder if it was even threaded properly. Glitter lined his cheekbones, and a backwards cap perched on his head made him look like a walking thirst trap.

Changbin exhaled a shaky breath, pressing his thighs together slightly as he realized just how hard he was getting. Jesus.

Okay. Nope.

He finished the rest of his drink in one gulp, crushed the cup in his hand, and turned toward the stairs.

At first, he was just curious and a bit horny.

He’d made it down the stairs and pushed through the thick crowd with ease, nodding at a few familiar faces, ignoring the ones trying to pull him into another drink or another dance. But his eyes were sharp, scanning the room, searching for glitter and glow, for them. It had been long enough. He wanted to see them, needed to see them.

The dance floor was packed, bodies grinding to the beat like the air had been laced with pheromones, but there was no sign of red or blue in the pulsing scene of partygoers.

He checked the back deck next, stepping out into the humid night air. A few people were smoking, someone was crying on the stairs, and two omegas were making out against the fence, but none of them were his.

Still calm. He retraced his steps.

Kitchen—loud, overlit, someone had spilled jungle juice all over the floor, but no Hyunjin with his cocky smirk and sharp tongue, and no Felix curled into the counter like he owned the place. He started to frown.

The hallway near the front—no one.

The basement—no one.

Okay. Maybe they were just… somewhere together. Getting air? Making out in a closet? They were both teases. They could just be doing it to rile him up.

But something tightened in his chest.

He spun around and spotted Chan and Minho halfway down the hallway, clearly in the middle of making out against the wall. He aproached fast.

“Hey—sorry—have either of you seen Hyunjin or Felix?”

Chan blinked, lips red, Minho equally dazed. “No, I thought they were with you.”

“I haven’t seen them since the start of the party,” Changbin said, heart starting to beat faster. “They’re not on the deck, not on the dance floor, nowhere.”

That sobered them both.

Minho straightened instantly, pulling his phone from his pocket. “They’re not answering your texts?”

“I haven’t tried yet,” Changbin muttered. “I was just looking—”

Chan cut in, voice low and serious. “We’ll help. Let’s find them. When was the last time exactly?”

“An hour ago. They were dancing, I think. And then I went to get a drink, and…” He trailed off.

They pushed through the crowd again, searching. This time, Changbin’s hands were clenched into fists.

They found Jeongin, Jisung, and Seungmin sprawled on a beat-up couch in the sunroom, lazily passing a blunt back and forth, laughing at something on someone’s phone. Jeognin was the first to look up.

“Yo, hyungs. What’s up?”

“Have you seen Hyunjin or Felix?” Minho asked sharply.

All three boys froze. “No,” Jisung said quickly.

Seungmin’s eyebrows drew together suddenly, and he slowly turned to look at Chan, alarm rising in his eyes. “Wait… isn’t Xi Gamma here tonight?”

Chan’s entire body stiffened. “What?”

“You know, that one frat. Felix’s ex? That alpha who used to—”

“Who?” Changbin demanded, growl already starting in his throat.

“Park Joon,” Seungmin muttered. “He’s in Xi Gamma.”

Chan’s fists clenched at his sides. “He and his brothers have been harassing Felix for years since he broke up with him. Fucking entitled piece of shit couldn’t handle being dumped.

Minho’s eyes flashed. “He’s here? Tonight? They’re banned from campus.”

A low, deep snarl ripped from Changbin’s chest—guttural, primal, and furious—and it made every single person freeze.

They stared at him in stunned silence.

None of them had ever heard Changbin make a sound like that.

He was already moving. “Turn the lights on. Now,” he barked at Chan. “Clear out the house.”

Chan blinked. “What?”

“Get everyone out. I don’t care how. Just do it. We’re not playing fucking nice right now.”

And to Changbin’s surprise, the older alpha didn’t argue. He just nodded, pulling out his phone as he turned away, shouting something to one of the nearby brothers.

Changbin’s vision had narrowed into a tunnel. His blood burned in his veins. There was no more fear, just purpose. Just the single, unshakable thought:

No one touches my omegas and gets away with it.

The moment the lights snapped on, the party fractured like glass.

People blinked under the sudden brightness, music slicing off into silence, the baseline echoing one last beat before vanishing. Changbin barely registered the gasps or Jisung’s voice echoing through the house:

“If you’re not a brother or fucking one, get the fuck out of the house!”

That’s when it hit him, like a cold fist to the chest.

A wall of scent so sharp and wrong it made him stumble. The third floor reeked of sweat, cheap cologne, and alcohol, but underneath it was something that made every hair on Changbin’s body stand on end.

Felix.
Hyunjin.

Their scents were smeared across the hallway like blood. But they weren’t soft or playful or sweet like usual. They were twisted, frantic, drenched in panic and fear.

And worse, other alphas. Too many, bitter, aroused, and wrong.

Changbin’s pulse exploded.

He tore down the hall, instincts in full control now. Each step carried with a weight of dread he couldn’t shake, the sounds around him falling away until all he could hear was Felix’s faint whine and Hyunjin’s scream.

“Get the fuck off him!”

“Let me go!”

Changbin reached the last door, the one where their scents were strongest. It was locked. Of course it was. Of fucking course it was.

From behind it, he heard another cry—Felix’s, soft and desperate—and something inside Changbin snapped like dry kindling.

With a snarl ripped from the depths of his chest, he threw his shoulder into the door.

CRACK. It held.
He hit it again.

CRACK. SPLINTER.
BOOM.

The door blew inward, crashing open in a storm of wood and rage. And then—

Hell.

The room was in chaos.

Hyunjin—his Hyunjin—was being restrained by two alphas, arms pinned back, with their smug grins curled against his snarling face. He was thrashing, kicking, and baring his teeth like an animal in a trap, but they only laughed at him. One of them leaned in and licked Hyunjin’s jaw, and the omega spat in his face.

Relief flickered in Hyunjin’s eyes when he saw Changbin in the doorway, but it was gone just as fast, replaced with panic as he screamed.

“Get Felix!” he shouted hoarsely. “Please—”

Changbin’s gaze shifted, and everything else disappeared.

Felix. His Felix was on the bed, pinned beneath a group of alphas, struggling uselessly with Park Joon on top of him, rutting against his barely clothed hips. Felix’s top was shredded, hanging off one shoulder. His neck was bleeding from bites, from fucking bites, and he was whimpering, soft and humiliated, with tears streaking down his flushed cheeks.

Rage, unlike anything Changbin had ever felt, coursed through his veins.

He stepped forward, a growl building, rising—roaring—as he bared his teeth at every bastard in the room. “You have one second,” he spat, voice low and shaking with fury, “to get the fuck off my omegas before I tear you apart.”

They laughed.

One of them holding Hyunjin mocked him—”What’s the short king gonna do? There’s ten of us—”

Joon bit harder, making Felix cry out. “Maybe if you beg, I’ll let you have a turn with the bitch.”

Changbin didn’t think.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t even breathe.

He moved.

With a roar, he tore one of the alphas off the bed by the back of his shirt, slamming him into the wall so hard the drywall cracked. Another tried to grab him, but Changbin elbowed him in the face, knocking out a tooth. A third lunged, and Changbin grabbed a nearby chair and shattered it over his head.

He saw nothing but red. Heard nothing but Felix’s broken gasps and Hyunjin’s shouts. Felt nothing but the heat of rage through his body.

When Joon dared to sneer at him and make a show of grinding directly against Felix’s ass, Changbin decided he was fine with going to jail tonight.

Joon barely had time to react before Changbin ripped him away from Felix and punched him—once, twice, three times—until blood gushed from his nose and lips and he hit the ground, coughing.

The others were scattering now, but Changbin wasn’t done.

He wanted them to bleed.

And he made sure they did, throwing them out one by one, smashing a fist into anyone who touched his boys, snarling like a beast.

He barely registered the sudden rush of help, Chan storming in with Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Jisung right behind him, fury burning in their eyes.

“Get these motherfuckers OUT!” Chan snarled, grabbing one by the back of the neck and dragging him down the hallway.

One by one, the other alphas scrambled out, too stunned to fight back, reeking of fear now that the full force of their enemies had arrived.

But Changbin wasn’t finished.

He hauled Joon up by the collar and slammed him into the wall so hard the guy choked. Blood was pouring from his nose. He was shaking now, and Cchangbin felt his fists clench again.

“If I ever see you near either of them again,” he growled low, voice shaking, “I swear to god, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body.”

He slammed Joon against the wall one more time for good measure before flinging him out the door. The fucker landed hard against the hallway wall with a strangled grunt before stumbling off, blood dripping from his lip and nose.

A heavy hand landed on Changbin’s shoulder. It grounded him instantly.

Seungmin’s voice was soft, firm. “We’ve got the door. Take care of them.”

Changbin turned just enough to meet his eyes, nodding once, wordless. He was still riding the tail end of his adrenaline high—heart pounding, hands trembling with leftover rage, jaw clenched so tight it ached—but his vision was clearing now, reality sharpening around the edges.

He turned back to the bed.

Hyunjin was there already, crouched beside Felix, coaxing him into his arms with gentle fingers and whispered comforts. The taller omega was shaking but steady, his voice low as he checked Felix over. A low growl rumbled in Hyunjin’s throat as he saw the bleeding bites along Felix’s neck. He carefully wiped the worst of them with the sheet, face twisted in fury and worry.

Changbin moved without thinking, dropping to his knees beside them. His gaze collided with Felix’s wide, watery eyes, and everything inside him shattered.

“Aegi…” he breathed.

Felix blinked slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The faintest tremble passed through his lips.

Changbin surged forward.

He cupped Felix’s face in his hands, thumbs trembling as they brushed under the omega’s eyes, scenting him hard and deep, desperate to reassure and to be reassured. His hands flew to Felix’s shoulders, then down his arms, checking for breaks, bruises, anything he might’ve missed in the chaos.

“Are you hurt? Tell me where it hurts, please, aegi—”

Hyunjin answered first, voice tight. “I’m okay. Bruises, nothing more. But Lix-ah—he—he hasn’t said anything yet.”

He quickly scooped up his jacket from the floor and gently draped it around Felix’s shoulders, tucking it close with a worried frown. Felix didn’t flinch, didn’t resist, but he also didn’t stop looking at Changbin. Big brown eyes locked on his with something shining in them.

Not fear. Not anymore, but something more dangerous, more potent.

Changbin furrowed his brows. “Yongbok-ah? Can you talk to me, baby?”

Felix swallowed. And then—voice barely above a whisper—he said, “I’m fine.”

Relief cracked through Changbin like thunder. He exhaled hard, forehead tipping to rest against Felix’s. But then—

His nose twitched.

Felix’s scent shifted—hard—rolling through the air thick and syrupy sweet. Aroused. Wanting. Needy.

Changbin blinked, head snapping up in confusion.

Felix was blushing now. Bright and blooming. Eyes flicking between Changbin’s face and—

Oh.

His hands.

Bloodied, raw-knuckled, bruised, and torn from the fight.

Changbin stared, and then slowly looked to Hyunjin for explanation.

The other omega’s lips twitched into a smirk, just as red started creeping up his own neck. His fingers slid through Felix’s hair with deliberate ease, petting softly.

“You found that hot, didn’t you, angel?” he cooed.

Felix gave a soft, desperate whine, burying his face in Hyunjin’s chest for a second before peeking back out at Changbin, looking mortified and hungry all at once.

Hyunjin looked up at Changbin then and reached for one of his hands. Blood smeared across his fingertips as he examined the bruised knuckles.

A soft breath escaped him. “Fuck,” he muttered, “you look so hot like this.”

Changbin blinked at him. “You’re both serious?”

“You beat up half a floor of alphas for us,” Hyunjin said plainly, voice lower now, almost purring. “Our big, strong alpha. You defended our honor.”

Changbin flushed, chest puffing with pride despite himself.

“Shit,” he laughed, scenting them both back, heavy and deliberate, the kind of possessive flood that would have any omega squirming in heat. “Can’t believe I turned both of my boys on just by cracking some skulls.”

Felix whined again, more desperate this time. “Please,” he whispered. “Can I—can I suck on your knuckles. Just a little—please, Hyung—”

Changbin choked on a laugh. “You’re such a slut—”

“HEY,” Hyunjin cut in sharply, scandalized, “If he gets to suck your knuckles, I get to suck your knuckles too!”

Changbin just leaned his head back and cackled, eyes shining with something a little unhinged, a lot relieved, and entirely in love.

And surrounded by two flushed, flustered, thirsty omegas still tangled in his lap, he couldn’t even be mad about the timing.

Not even a little.

Because they were safe.
They were his.

And apparently, violence made them really horny.