Work Text:
binnie 💍🐽[12:01pm]
hyung
hyuuung hyung
where are u
[12:01pm] me
??
at work u know this already
silly
binnie 💍🐽[12:03pm]
oh ㅠㅠ
[12:04pm] me
i’m on break soon
ten minutes
i’ll call u then
😘
Ten minutes is too long for Changbin. He’s lonely and feverish and sulky without the presence of his sweet omega.
He was doing fine, he had the day off from work and spent it in bed, asleep. It wasn’t until he woke up from his second nap of the day that he started to feel off. His limbs were heavier and his eyes were teary right off the wake, the only thing on his mind was Chan, omega. Which is why he decided to text his mate, but instead of instant coddling he was met with the command to wait. Ten minutes.
He can wait ten minutes, he’s not some clingy, snobby alpha. He’ll let Chan work in peace for the next eight minutes, he’s probably having a good time. His omega works at the local bakery, which is a very suitable job for him. He’s friendly and sweet, two perfect characteristics for a pretty baker.
[12:15pm] me
ten minutes up
need u
chanhyungie 💍💞[12:15pm]
im here baby
walking to the break room rn
u miss me that bad?? ㅋㅋ
[12:16pm] me
yes ㅠ
call me
Changbin doesn’t let his phone reach the second ring before he answers the call.
“Finally, thought you were gonna leave me alone again,” he sulks into the mic. He’s curled into the bed on Chan’s side, his face shoved into his mate’s peach scented pillow. His phone is resting on the pillow next to his head so he doesn’t have to hold it up.
Chan’s sweet giggles fill the room, making Changbin whine.
“Let me see you,” Chan requests. It’s then that Changbin realizes that his omega is video calling him. He gasps, reaching a weak hand to lift his phone up.
“Are you okay, yeobo? You look sleepy.” Chan asks. He’s in the break room now and he props his phone up against the napkin box on the table. He’s grinning into the camera, hopelessly endeared by his sulky alpha.
“M’fine, just miss you. When’s your shift over?”
Chan sighs. “Four, baby. I won’t be home for a while.”
Changbin whines again at that, long and pitiful. Chan frowns, taking a bite of his sandwich. He hums, lifting the brightness up on his phone and staring at his mate. Changbin’s eyes are wet and his cheeks look red, there’s faint bags under his eyes that are only half opened.
“How’s your day going?” Changbin asks. His voice is beginning to wobble and he swallows over the lump in his throat.
“Good, I made cupcakes! I’ll bring you one later, they’re really good,” The omega responds. “What about you? Is your day going well?” He asks.
The alpha whimpers, whimpers. “No, my stomach hurts. And I miss you,” his voice breaks towards the end of his sentence and he drops his phone, embarrassed at his dramatics.
Chan forces the last corner of his sandwich into his mouth with a frown, quickly chewing before responding to his clearly distressed mate. “Your stomach hurts? Have you taken anything for it yet?” he asks. The alpha whines a shaky nuh-uh, sniffling. “Are you crying? Let me see you, Bin,” Chan asks.
The camera moves, and Changbin is visible again. Well, partially. He’s got the blanket up to his eyes, covering his pout. He is crying, his eyes are steadily leaking into the fabric of the blanket.
“Alpha, what’s wrong? Is the stomach ache that bad?” Chan pouts.
“No, it’s not! I just- I don’t know, I woke up and I just wanted you but I can’t have you, ‘cause you’re at work,” Changbin sniffles and hiccups through his words, lifting his free hand to paw at his wet eyes. “Want you here.”
“Mmm, it’s okay, baby. I’ll be home soon, yeah? I’ll-”
“Chan-hyung, your break’s almost up, we need you at the register in two minutes,” Another voice emerges from Changbin’s phone. He recognizes it as Felix, Chan’s coworker. His alpha coworker.
“Jus’ go, hyung. I’ll be fine,” Changbin steadies his voice enough to get the words out. Chan’s head quickly whips back to his phone after nodding at Felix, and his frown deepens.
“Are you sure? You should really take some medicine, you’re probably coming down with something.” Chan worries. He places his phone flat against the table as he clears his trash, making sure to keep an eye on the screen as he does.
“I’m okay-”
“You’re not, you just told me your stomach hurts,” Chan cuts him off.
“You have to get back to work, Felix said so.” Changbin sulks, and he hangs up.
He lets his phone drop again and lays in almost silence, his sniffling breaking it. Chan is busy, he has to go work with other alphas that aren’t Changbin. The alpha continues to cry, writhing around in bed and shoving the pillow into his face to get as much of Chan’s peaches as he can.
[12:27pm] me
hey >:(
call me back
i didn’t kiss u goodbye
helloooo
[ calling: binnie💍🐽 …]
[call failed ❌]
[12:29pm] me
changbin
pick up
!!! are u okay??
[ calling: binnie💍🐽 …]
[call failed ❌]
[12:31pm] me
baby pick up
seriously
[12:33pm] me
i’m coming home
ur worrying me
Chan sighs, quickly packing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. He pulls Felix aside and relays his situation, apologizing for the inconvenience. Felix doesn’t mind, of course, and he wishes Chan the best of luck. After that, Chan quickly walks out of the bakery, the wind chimes on the front door singing above him.
His alpha was acting weird. Changbin never cries so easily, especially not over something as simple as a stomach ache. Chan walks down the sidewalk, eyebrows furrowed as he thinks. Changbin was very whiny, he was needy. He only really gets like that when- oh.
His alpha is in pre-rut.
[12:42pm] me
you’re in pre-rut baby
no wonder you don't feel good :((
i’m almost home
hyung will make it better 😘
A few minutes later, Chan arrives at his apartment. He lets himself in, drops his bag onto the floor, and toes his shoes off. He makes a beeline for the bedroom that he shares with his mate, his peach scent riddled with stress. Pushing the door open slowly, he strains his ears for any sign of crying, sniffing the air for a better read. He doesn’t hear anything, but the room smells like overly ripe strawberries: Changbin’s pre-rut indicator.
There’s no visible movement on the bed, so Chan gets closer. Upon further inspection, his alpha is asleep. His phone is on the pillow and he’s tangled in the blankets, a pout on his face.
“Alpha, I’m home,” Chan whispers. When Changbin doesn’t budge, the omega sighs. He remembers that he’s still in his work uniform and feels a sudden surge of gratitude; Changbin wouldn’t have allowed him to change if he was awake, he’d have definitely thrown a fit.
Chan quickly changes and returns to the bed, crawling in beside his snoozing alpha. The bed dips, startling Changbin awake with a whimper.
“Shh, you’re okay, s’just me,” Chan soothes.
“Hyung, what’re you doing here? Thought you- you need’ta work,” Changbin mumbles, his voice raspy and cranky. His scent instantly levels out when he locks eyes with his omega, filling the room with sweet strawberries.
“I couldn’t just leave you by yourself. You’re in pre-rut, lovey. Did you know that?” Chan whispers, carding his fingers through the alpha’s tussled black hair.
As if on queue, Changbin’s stomach begins to churn again. He winces, crawling over to the omega and tangling himself into him. He’s draped over Chan’s chest, his head resting between his pecs and his legs tangled with his mate’s.
“No, I didn’t know. Forgot it was close,” He says, voice muffled into Chan’s chest. “You smell, like- like him.” The alpha forces himself up on one elbow, growling by accident and startling himself and Chan.
“I smell? Like what, yeobo?” Chan questions. He pouts sympathetically at Changbin, endeared at his fussy state.
Changbin sniffs Chan’s tank top again and growls, longer and deeper this time. “Like Felix, that stupid alpha, makin’ my omega smell like shit,” he gags.
Chan giggles, “Felix doesn’t smell like shit, Bin. Your nose is just sensitive.” He sits up slightly, tugging his tank top off and throwing it across the room, leaving himself bare chested. “Is this better? Maybe you can help me, yeah? Make me smell like you, alpha.”
Changbin blushes and wastes no time, shoving his face into Chan’s neck and huffing his bare skin. Chan squirms, but the alpha holds him in place by the shoulders, continuing his scenting and rubbing their cheeks together.
“Mine, all mine,” Changbin hums, flopping back down onto his omega’s chest. He brings one of Chan’s hands up to his face, shoving his wrist against his nose and inhaling deeply, letting his eyes flutter shut from pure bliss.
“Of course, m’all yours,” Chan responds, rubbing his free hand over the mating bite that sits on his alpha’s collar bone.
The touch against the sensitive area makes Changbin whimper, reminding him of his current state. “Will you help me, omega? S’too hot, make it go away, please?” He begs over a yawn.
“Of course, alpha. Hyung will make it go away, yeah? Just relax, I’ve got you.” Chan soothes.
His alpha falls asleep like that, huffing the scent of his mate straight from the source. His face relaxes as he rests, and Chan mentally lists what he’ll need to prepare for when his mate’s rut hits. Changbin has always been clingy, needy during his ruts, so they’re in for a hot handful of days to follow.
Chan pulls his phone out of his pocket, careful not to jostle the snoring alpha on his chest. He leaves a kiss on the crown of Changbin’s head, stifling a giggle when the alpha purrs from the contact.
[1:22pm] me
Lix
i’ll be out for the week
Changbin’s rut is close😮💨
Felixlix ☀️🍪[1:25pm]
oh
kay
have fun 😝
[1:26pm] me
ty
he said u smell like shit btw
might wanna get that sorted out 😬LOLL
Felixlix ☀️🍪[1:27pm]
fuck u
and him
😒
[1:29pm] me
love you too 😘