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“Are you okay in there?” He hears Kai ask, shuffling around outside the stall, probably trying to peek in with how tall he is. “You’ve been in there for like ten minutes.”
Beomgyu huffs, a little annoyed but more nervous above anything. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, just hold on.”
He looks at the pregnancy test in his hands, shaking it vigorously as if it were a developing polaroid and he really wanted to see the results. Well, that half of it was accurate anyway. He checks his phone for the time. 12:15 pm. That means it’s been over five minutes since he took the damn test in the first place. Was it supposed to take this long? It’s not like he’d ever had to take one before now. Beomgyu’s leg bounces from his seat on the toilet lid, whether from impatience or anxiety he can’t tell. Most likely both.
With a deep breath and his heart pounding loudly in his ears, he takes another look at the test. He almost wishes he hadn’t. A gasp leaves his lips before he can stop himself, and he understands now why people in movies always react so dramatically to these sorts of things, it just can’t be helped. Beomgyu wonders if this is how all expecting parents feel, or if it’s only him who is overcome with a suffocating feeling of dread, because looking back at him from that stupid little piece of plastic was probably the beginning of his worst nightmare. The test was positive. Fucking positive.
“Gyu, we’re going to be late for class! Are you taking a dump or something?”
Beomgyu quickly snaps out of it, wadding the test up in tissue before exiting the stall and rushing past Kai. He tosses the ball of tissue into the trash. “Come on, let’s go,” he offers before Kai even has time to say anything. I’m so fucking screwed, is all he can think as he heads to his last class of the day.
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Four weeks ago
“Beomgyu, hurry up!” Kai shouts at him from halfway up the driveway. “We’re already super late!”
He rolls his eyes. Beomgyu didn’t even see the point in worrying over tardiness, it was just a house party. It’s not as if anyone were waiting around just for them to show up, he highly doubts anyone would miss their presence if they didn’t come at all. Kai is excited though, so the least he can do is humor his friend for once.
“Alright, I’m coming! No need to yell.”
Beomgyu catches up with his friend, long legs having carried him to the front door ages before him. “Remember, I’m only doing this because you’re my friend and I actually like you,” he reminds. “Otherwise I wouldn’t even be here in the first place.”
Kai puts a lanky arm around his shoulder, having to tilt sideways a bit to accommodate his shorter height.
“Thanks buddy, I owe you one,” he answers apologetically. “I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu laughs. “Someone’s going to be doing my math homework for the rest of the week.”
His friend’s piercing laugh almost shatters his eardrum as they enter the house, loud music taking its place and drowning it out. There are too many people here, at least for Beomgyu’s liking. He’s never been interested in these types of things, but his friends are, so he wound up enduring it for their sake more often than not. He probably only knows about half of the students he sees littered around the halls, and the other half he doesn’t care to know. Kai removes his arm, gesturing with an excited grin at something in the distance.
“Oh, look, it’s Yeonjun hyung!”
The taller is racing off toward the boy in question before Beomgyu can respond, being dragged behind him by the wrist. Yeonjun smiles charmingly as he spots them approaching, waving cutely as his ponytail bounces a little.
“Hey! You managed to convince Gyu to come?” Yeonjun questions in wonder, eyes sparkling as he looks the younger omega up and down. “Wow, you look pretty good too! Is that a freaking skirt?! Did Hyuka dress you or did you actually decide to put in effort for once?”
Beomgyu makes an offended sound at the accusation. “I dress perfectly fine for your information,” he insists. “Not everyone shows up to school like they’re going to be on a runway you know.”
Yeonjun laughs, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. “I’m just kidding, Gyu,” he teases. “You seriously look great though, I wasn’t joking about that. Maybe you’ll get laid tonight, I sure as hell would tap that if I weren’t already taken,” he winks.
Beomgyu is sure his face is bright red with how warm it gets all of a sudden. He hadn’t even really given his outfit, much thought honestly, it was just something he didn’t ware often, usually opting for more of a skater aesthetic. Maybe it was because most of the time he would wear whatever he felt comfortable in, their school uniforms were so annoying that he just wanted to be in his pajamas when he got home. Beomgyu’s mildly worn plain white t-shirt was soft, therefore pretty comfy, and he’d thrown on a black leather form fitting skirt to go with it, nothing fancy. A silver half heart chain necklace hangs from his neck along with a thin black velvet choker, the entire outfit hadn’t really required much effort. Even his makeup was pretty basic, a light smoky eye look with a pink tinted lip-gloss coating his lips. So, he can’t understand why his friends are saying he looked so hot. Even Kai had done a double take when he picked him up, whistling approvingly at him as he’d gotten into the car. He thought it was just Kai being Kai.
“Yeah right,” Beomgyu dismisses, brushing the comment off. “Like anyone would be stupid enough to want me.”
“Hey, you’re super cute,” Yeonjun insists. “You would get a lot more attention if you didn’t wear baggy hoodies all the time, they cover up that tiny waist and thick ass. Not to mention your pretty lips, this is the first time I’ve ever seen you with makeup on.”
“Oh my god, Yeonjun!” Beomgyu yells, embarrassed by his friend’s bluntness. “I never want to hear you say that again.”
Kai damn near chokes from how hard he’s laughing, and Beomgyu really regrets being nice for once, He should have stayed home, he could be watching Stranger Things instead of being teased by the assholes he calls friends.
“I’m just saying,” Yeonjun mumbles, earning a whack from a still flustered Beomgyu. “Well, I’m gonna go look for Soobinie,” he informs, the smile on his face growing fonder with the mention of his boyfriend. “He went to the bathroom like fifteen minutes ago.”
They nod, watching as the older disappears into the crowded hallway. Beomgyu is a little relieved, maybe now he could breathe for a second without dying of embarrassment.
“Actually, I’m gonna go too, I wanna find that cute omega girl from my chemistry class,” Kai reveals.
Beomgyu’s jaw drops. “Is that the only reason you wanted to come?” he asks incredulously. “For that you could’ve came alone and I could be in my pajamas!” he complains.
“Hey, I’m not going to be gone all night, I just want to talk to her for a little,” Kai admits. “And maybe get her number. Plus, it won’t kill you to mingle and hang out with other people your age for once.”
With a roll of his eyes, Beomgyu waves the younger off, more than a little irritated. “Whatever, go hit on your new girlfriend,” he retorts, coming off a little saltier than intended. “I’ll be fine.”
“You never know, maybe she’ll actually like me, and then you can go find a boyfriend too and we can all go on double dates!” Kai shouts enthusiastically.
“You’re delusional,” Beomgyu laughs. “You could probably score a girlfriend, even though you’re like a large overdramatic puppy, but nobody even looks at me other than overly horny alphas, and that’s just their hormones talking.”
Kai gets serious all of a sudden, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Listen, you’ll find someone someday, Gyu,” he insists. “You’re only seventeen.”
“You say that like you’re not a year younger than me.”
With a laugh, Kai pats his shoulder, a little rougher than necessary. “I guess you’re right. Anyway, I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Good luck!” Beomgyu yells after his friend’s retreating form as he also disappears into the crowd of people. He huffs, glancing around as he surveys his options. It’s not like he has very many, his friends are all busy doing their own thing, and he doesn’t really know anyone else. The smell of everyone’s mingling scents is a bit overwhelming to him, and he thinks maybe going someplace where there isn’t so many drunk and horny teens is a great place to start.
Some Alpha he doesn’t know eyes him suggestively as he passes, winking when Beomgyu meets his eyes. Glaring, Beomgyu walks off toward the stairs that lead to the second floor, shuddering uncomfortably as he feels the other’s eyes follow him. Yeah, this is exactly why he doesn’t dress like this often.
Maybe Yeonjun is right, maybe he is a little better looking than he gives himself credit for, but he still doesn’t like all the unwanted attention. As an Omega, he had to do what he could to avoid being preyed upon like some poor defenseless animal. A lot of the Alphas he goes to school with are perverted assholes who always think with the wrong head whenever they see a pretty Omega. Rarely ever does he come across a tamer Alpha, that doesn’t always act like some lust fueled douche, like Yeonjun’s boyfriend, Soobin. Beomgyu often finds himself feeling a little envious of his friend’s relationship, wishing that he could find someone who treated him with as much respect, though he’s still happy for him.
Wandering aimlessly around the halls of the second floor, Beomgyu peeks inside a slightly open door, hoping to find it empty. What he finds instead, is none other than Kang Taehyun and his other jock friends, all sitting around on the floor. Some of them are smoking what appears to be a joint, passing it around to whoever is willing to take a hit, while others, like Taehyun himself, are drinking beer. It’s almost weird seeing them in regular clothes instead of school uniforms, especially Taehyun, who is wearing jeans and a black and white baseball style long sleeve shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“Jungkook, that’s disgusting!” one of the boys, Heeseung giggles as the other throws his head back, laughing even harder than him. “You got your fucking saliva all over it!”
Heeseung tries his hardest to look annoyed, but being that he’s a little high, it comes off way less genuine than he probably intended. Jungkook is having a full-on giggle fit now, barely able to keep himself upright as he slouches on Wooyoung, one of the other pretty omegas at their school. Wooyoung laughs with him, clearly amused as he watches Heeseung struggle to wipe the joint off without unraveling it, a task seemingly too difficult for him in his current state. The boy almost drops it in the process, causing Jungkook and Wooyoung to erupt into more laughter, cackling loudly as they lean on each other for support, Wooyoung attempting to keep himself from knocking over his bottle of beer.
Taehyun rolls his eyes at them, taking a long sip of his own drink. “You guys are dumb,” he retorts with a shake of his head, trying to hide the entertained smirk on his face. “This is exactly why I refuse to get high with you.”
The others pay him no mind, still practically dying as they gasp for breath through fits of laughter. Heeseung passes it back to them after taking another hit, apparently having given up on wiping it off as smoke curls out of his mouth and into the air. “I think you’ve got the right idea Tae,” he mumbles grumpily, side eyeing the other two boys with narrowed eyes.
“Aww, you’re just sulking because your precious Sunghoonie didn’t want to come, Seungie.” Wooyoung teases, pinching the younger boy’s cheek as he passes the joint to Jungkook again.
“Yeah, because he’s smart, unlike you assholes,” Heeseung jokes, watching Jungkook carefully as he blows the smoke out of his nose instead.
Beomgyu coughs, the haziness of the room finally getting to him from where he’d been watching by the doorway. All of their eyes move to look at him, looking him up and down as if scrutinizing him for something. His face pales as Heeseung squints at him through the smoke. “Who is that?” he asks no one in particular.
“Dunno, but he’s cute,” Wooyoung jokes with a laugh, winking as Beomgyu flushes. “You literally have a boyfriend,” Heeseung comments, shaking his head unbelievably at him. Beomgyu turns around, about to back out of the room and find somewhere else to hang out when Taehyun speaks up.
“Wait,” the blonde calls, watching as Beomgyu slowly turns around to meet his eyes. “You’re in my English class, right?”
Beomgyu blinks dumbly at the hot senior, surprised a jock and class president like Kang Taehyun could ever remember his face. “Yeah,” he answers slowly. “You sit next to me.”
The only reason he remembers that, is because he may have a tiny crush on said football captain. Taehyun nods, like he’s just remembering this bit of information. “Ah, that’s right.” He confirms. “Why don’t you come sit with us?”
Beomgyu’s eyes widen. “Uh, I don’t know,” he hesitates, “I came with my friends, I should probably get back to them.”
“Come onnn,” Wooyoung insists, “Stay for a bit, we won’t bite,” he pouts.
“Yeah, we could use another mostly sober person,” Heeseung admits, “Assuming you are sober that is.”
Beomgyu studies each of their faces, eyes lingering on Taehyun for a beat longer than necessary. They seem to be genuine, but these are the popular kids, so that doesn’t do much to subdue his anxiety. “I-,” he begins hesitantly, “I guess I could. Just for a little bit, my friends will come looking for me at some point.”
“They can join too!” Wooyoung insists. “This is a party.”
Taehyun scoots over, making a spot for him to sit between himself and Heeseung. Beomgyu slowly makes his way over, easing himself into the empty space as Taehyun smiles at him. He feels like he might throw up, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Calm down, don’t be stupid.
“So, what’s your name again?” he asks. “I kind of forgot.”
“Beomgyu. Choi Beomgyu.”
“Ah, right.” Taehyun takes another sip of his beer, wiping the access that drips a bit from his lips. Beomgyu watches in awe of how utterly gorgeous the guy is. It’s one thing to simp over him in class while nobody is paying attention, but it’s a whole different story when he’s right in front of him, eyeing the younger like a damn lovesick schoolgirl.
“Do you want one?” he offers suddenly, holding the beer up in question.
“Uh, sure,” Beomgyu finds himself agreeing. Normally, he doesn’t really drink, at least not often, but he definitely doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of the hottest guy in school and his friends. He takes the room temperature beer that the other pulls out from a box on the other side of him, holding it out for him to take.
“Thanks,” Beomgyu mumbles awkwardly.
“You can take a hit of our joint too if you want,” Jungkook adds, holding it out toward him as more smoke puffs out from his mouth. From this close, Beomgyu can see the redness in his eyes, and the hazy unfocussed way they move. He almost wants to laugh at just how high he is, but thinks better of it. These guys still aren’t his friends.
“I think I’ll just have the beer.”
“See, even he doesn’t want your slobbery ass joint,” Heeseung teases.
“Shut uppp.”
They all laugh at his whining, including Beomgyu himself this time. Taehyun leans back, supporting his weight with arms, palms flat against the floor, as Wooyoung leans on Jungkook from laughing so hard. “You never talk much in class.”
Beomgyu notices the way the alpha’s eyes casually drag down the length of his body and then back up to his eyes again, like he’s judging him or checking him out. Probably a little of both.
“Yeah, I tend to keep to myself,” he admits.
Taehyun nods lazily, like he’s slowly taking in the information. “I can tell.”
“Why don’t you hang out with us more often?!” Wooyoung pipes in, having recovered from his laughing fit. “We need another cute omega in our group considering I’m the only one.”
“You’re the only omega in our group, jackass,” Heeseung reminds.
“Yeah, but I’m also the only cute person in the group, so then there’d be two omegas and two cute people.”
Heeseung rolls his eyes, taking the joint from Jungkook again as Wooyoung cackles.
“Dude, you’re not even on the football team,” Jungkook remembers suddenly, pausing like he’s had some sort of revelation. “You only hang out with us because you’re dating San.”
“Yeah, but you guys love me anyway,” Wooyoung blows a kiss.
“Where is San anyway?” Taehyun finally joins in, having just been watching the conversation unfold. “You did say he was coming, right? I’m not that drunk?”
“Yeah, he just had to wait for the right moment to sneak out of his house, his parents don’t want him to party so much this year, it being senior year and all,” Wooyoung informs. Taehyun’s about to say something else, when Wooyoung’s phone dings with an incoming message. He squints at the screen, either due to impaired vision from the marijuana or the fogginess of the room. Beomgyu thinks he might actually wind up getting high just off of the sheer amount of smoke in the air, his head already feeling a bit fuzzy. “Speak of the devil,” Wooyoung laughs. “He’s here!”
Struggling to scramble to his feet, Wooyoung attempts to get up and make his way to the door, stumbling and almost falling flat on his face as he braces himself on his hands and knees. Jungkook is cackling again at the scene, Heeseung shaking his head disappointedly for the hundredth time that night.
“Woo, let me go find him, I’m probably the most sober one here anyway,” Taehyun offers.
“Nooo, I got it,” he insists. “I’m just a little disoriented, I got up too fast.”
He wobbles, now on his feet finally, and Heeseung sighs, getting up from his spot as he gives the joint back to Jungkook. “At least let me go with you so you don’t break your neck when you fall down the stairs.”
Wooyoung doesn’t object, letting him grab onto his elbow and guide him out. “Be right back,” he grumbles. “Hopefully.”
When he’s completely out of sight, Jungkook stretches lazily, careful not to drop the joint, as he also makes his way to his feet. “Bathroom,” he mumbles, staggering in the direction of what was hopefully an actual bathroom.
Beomgyu, realizing that he is now alone with the Kang Taehyun, suddenly wishes he hadn’t stayed. He sits there in silence for a few minutes, too afraid to turn and look at the other. He doesn’t even really have the beer as a distraction anymore, pretty much having finished the bottle by now. He thinks momentarily that he should have another one, maybe then he wouldn’t be so on edge.
“Do you want another beer?” Taehyun asks, almost as if he’d read his mind.
“I think I’m good.”
Taehyun’s eyes trail across his face again, almost as if committing it to memory. “You know, you’re really pretty.”
It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in, because what? Beomgyu thinks he might be losing it, maybe all the marijuana in the air is finally getting to him, because there’s no way Taehyun just said that. Realizing that the other is staring at him intently, waiting for a response is the only indication that this is one-hundred percent real, and he definitely just said that.
“Um, thank you?” Great. Not what he’d intended on saying, but it’s the first thing that came out of his mouth.
Taehyun only laughs, a short breathy chuckle that shows he clearly isn’t phased by the response.
“Sorry,” Beomgyu apologizes anyway. “I’m just not used to compliments I guess.”
At this, the alpha looks surprised, eyebrows raising a bit as Beomgyu turns himself to face him fully now, legs still crossed.
“Really? That’s kind of shocking, not gonna lie.” He admits. “I mean, look at you.”
Beomgyu shrugs, face flushing slightly. Maybe he’ll think it’s from the alcohol in his system. “I don’t really look like this all the time, I just dressed up for the party.”
Taehyun’s eyes move down to his lips, and Beomgyu thinks he might actually die when he watches him lick his own, subconsciously moving closer. “I think you’re pretty either way.”
“Yeah?”
He moves even closer, their faces nearly inches away. “Yeah,”
He doesn’t know who moves in first, all Beomgyu knows is that their lips are meeting, and he’s kissing Taehyun. It’s slow and languid at first, slowly molding into something more heated until they’re desperate, breath coming out hot and heavy against each other’s mouths. Beomgyu briefly remembers that he’s wearing lip-gloss, but Taehyun doesn’t seem to mind one bit, tongue delving deeper into his mouth to lick inside. When they’re nearly panting, the need for air strong, they finally break apart, Taehyun grinning as he wipes the lip-gloss off his mouth.
“Wanna go somewhere more,” he pauses, looking fleetingly at the doorway, “Private?”
Beomgyu feels himself nodding faster than he can form coherent words. “Yes, please.”
In an instant, they’re up off the floor, Taehyun grabbing him by the wrist and leading him down the hall and into an empty bedroom, giggling as they lock the door behind them. Taehyun has him pressed up against the door before he can even say a word, molding himself against his body as he slots himself between Beomgyu’s legs, one of them coming up to wrap around his waist. Taehyun quickly picks up where he left off, kissing his lips again briefly before trailing them down to his jaw, then his neck, sucking at the soft skin there.
Beomgyu groans, head tilting back until it bumps against the wood of the door. “So pretty,” he hears the alpha whisper against his skin. One of his hands threads through Beomgyu’s long hair, the other slowly sliding up his thigh, the tips of his fingers just brushing under the hem of his skirt. It sends jolts of electricity through his body, his skin burning wherever Taehyun’s hands touch. The younger grabs his other leg, hoisting it around his waist as well, so the he’s completely holding Beomgyu. His crotch brushes over Taehyun’s in the process, letting out a groan himself as he continues to lick and bite at the other’s neck.
“Taehyun,” He whines, wishing the other would do something other than kiss him already.
“What is it baby?” His breath tickles Beomgyu’s skin as he stops for a second.
“Touch me already.”
He can feel Taehyun grin against the neck. “Whatever you say.”
The younger immediately spins them around, carrying him to the bed in the middle of the room, a lot more gracefully than he would expect from someone who has alcohol and potentially marijuana in his system. Dropping him on the end of the bed, Taehyun slides himself between Beomgyu’s legs once more, hands gripping at his bare thighs. He leans over him, kissing his lips a few more times as Beomgyu’s hands find there way to his belt, fumbling to get his pants open.
Taehyun’s hands slip Beomgyu’s skirt up higher, pushing them almost all the way up to his hips. “You sure you want this?” he hesitates, waiting to see if Beomgyu is still on board before they go any further.
“Taehyun, I swear if you don’t fuck me already, I might actually die,” he groans.
With a breathy laugh, the alpha continues, the other’s words all the confirmation he needs. “Hang on then baby,” he whispers gazing down at the other’s pretty face. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave until your throat hurts from screaming my name.”
Oh, God. Beomgyu thinks. This is going to be good.