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Assistant: Title: Peach syrup and honey-glazed bread
        Author: hyunsaturn hyunsaturn 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Jeongin turns onto his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his body still tense. The idea that those two might somehow be interested in him seems absurd, yet impossible to ignore. Every interaction with them seems carefully crafted to break down his defenses and leave him exposed. As much as he tries to deny it, there’s something in the way they look at him, the way they say his name, that can’t be mistaken for simple kindness between cousins — especially when Jeongin is sure they saw, at some point, his rock-hard erection throughout the whole conversation.OrJeongin plays with his omega cousins, Felix and Hyunjin, who are secretly f@ck@ng.
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              Jeongin turns onto his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his body still tense. The idea that those two might somehow be interested in him seems absurd, yet impossible to ignore. Every interaction with them seems carefully crafted to break down his defenses and leave him exposed. As much as he tries to deny it, there’s something in the way they look at him, the way they say his name, that can’t be mistaken for simple kindness between cousins — especially when Jeongin is sure they saw, at some point, his rock-hard erection throughout the whole conversation.OrJeongin plays with his omega cousins, Felix and Hyunjin, who are secretly f@ck@ng.
            
        

        
  Notes:





    
      Hiiiiiso here’s a fanfic that’s a bit different from the usual hyunchan and minsung sh@t I’ve been serving lately hahaha. I’m a huge fan of jeonglix and hyunin /and of hyunlix too, especially when they’re two delicious little bottoms f@ck@ng each other/ SOOO I decided to mix business with pleasure, and voilà, here’s this masterpiece. enjoy!
    

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  Jeongin wishes he could be like everyone else and enjoy Christmas. All those cliché Netflix rom-coms and the overly melancholic songs echoing in every d@mn place warm the frozen hearts of nearly the entire population, who yearn for this time of year, but for the young alpha, it's like hell. It would be much easier if he didn't keep tripping over the empty boxes wrapped in gift paper under the huge tree his father insists on placing right in the middle of the living room, or if his entire family didn't travel to Busan every year and occupy every room in the house — his included. On top of that, the repetitive songs, especially that one by Mariah Carey, make Jeongin wish he could skip straight from November to January.

  To top it all off, he still has to hide his manga collection so his little cousins don't scribble all over them when they come into his room without permission — because privacy at Christmas is nearly nonexistent. Even with two guest bathrooms, they're always occupied, and Jeongin has lost count of how many times he's had to ask Julie, his older sister, to use the bathroom in her room. He wonders why his parents have to be so welcoming to relatives and always offer their house as the meeting spot for Christmas Eve. It's not like their family is small. There are a lot of them.

  Adding to everything else is the fact that he's turning nineteen in two months and has never introduced an omega to his family since his maturation at fifteen. Julie has already brought three omegas home, and they’re not that far apart in age — she’s just started college. Truth be told, Jeongin hasn’t even had s@x in his life, let alone dated someone to bring home that year.

  "Kid," Julie opens Jeongin’s bedroom door without even knocking. He hates when she does that, playing the bossy older sister role. "Come downstairs. Our uncles just arrived."

  "Why do I have to come down?"

  Jeongin is lying upside down on his bed, staring directly at Julie. His legs are propped up against the wall, and in his hands is his cracked-screen phone open on Spotify.

  "Because you’re not a socially inept caveman. Hurry up before Dad comes to drag you by the ear."

  Jeongin rolls his eyes as Julie slams the door — an obvious sign she won’t repeat herself. He gets up, exhaling hot air in frustration. He looks out the window and sees that despite the cold weather, it isn’t snowing. That disappoints him a little, since one of the few things he likes about the season is the snow, but he lives in Busan, where snow isn’t exactly abundant.

  He heads downstairs expecting to find every possible member of his extended family, including the little cousins who will barge into his room searching for something to break to officially kick off Christmas. However, he's pleasantly surprised when he reaches the last step and doesn’t see all those relatives crammed into the living room drinking the hot chocolate his omega father usually makes, but instead just his aunt Moonyoung and uncle Gangtae. Sitting on the couch beside them are his two cousins — Hyunjin, their son, and Felix, the eldest son of his aunt Mina, who isn’t there. Jeongin frowns, confused to realize that only four people are staying at their house this year, a stark contrast to previous ones.

  "Oh, Ayen!" Moonyoung jumps from the couch the moment she sees him. Jeongin gives her a shy smile and approaches, pulled into a tight, affectionate hug.

  The living room is decked out in full Christmas spirit, and Jeongin wishes he could be an ornament on the blinking tree just to avoid the awkward moment of greeting relatives he hasn’t seen since he was twelve — including his cousins.

  "Look how much you’ve grown! I don’t even remember the last time I saw you!" She turns to Jeonghan, his omega father, addressing him. "How old is he now? Sixteen?!"

  "Actually, I’m nineteen," Jeongin says. She really hasn’t seen him in a long time.

  "He’s eighteen," Julie corrects from the arm of the other couch. "He won’t be nineteen until February."

  "Same difference," Jeongin rolls his eyes, annoyed at how his sister has this almost motherly urgency to make him seem like a baby.

  Come on!

  "Wow! So I’m the one getting old," Moonyoung laughs, as does her husband, Gangtae, a sweet-smiling omega who is much less invasive.

  His cousins stand to greet him, and Jeongin is surprised by how close they get, as two incredibly sweet scents waft into his nose and blend together into one. He can’t tell if the honey scent is from Hyunjin or Felix — or the peach one, for that matter — but he knows that together, the two of them smell like the best thing he’s ever inhaled.

  Hyunjin is tall, with black hair brushing his nape. A pretty fringe frames his forehead and face, drawing attention to his delicate nose. His cat-like eyes are striking — deep, dangerous, and innocent all at once. He’s wearing a red sweater that contrasts with his white pants and shoes. Jeongin thinks he might be the most beautiful omega he’s ever seen… until he looks to the side and realizes that, in fact, Hyunjin is one of the two most beautiful omegas he’s ever seen.

  Felix is slightly shorter, with hair longer than Hyunjin’s, dyed a very light blonde. His face is sprinkled with freckles, a charm all their own — especially when he squints his eyes into an adorable smile that seems to scream, "Nice to see you, cousin!" His sweater is white and pink, giving him a delicate vibe that matches the scent of honey — or peach — that Jeongin still can’t quite place.

  The young alpha swallows hard and bows quickly, mumbling a fl@stered "hello." He’s truly nervous in front of two omegas so...

  "Didn’t Hyunie grow up too?" Moonyoung says as soon as Jeongin overcomes his shyness and shakes Hyunjin’s hand as fast as if it were on fire. "I can’t believe he’s already in college."

  "Mom still refuses to believe I’m twenty," Hyunjin laughs with his hand in front of his mouth. Jeongin tries to smile, but he’s so shocked by his cousin’s age that he can’t hold it for long.

  "Because you’ll always be my baby," Moonyoung says.

  "And Felix?" Julie asks, looking at him with a side smile. "How old are you?"

  That nosy alpha, Jeongin thinks, noticing how she’s practically devouring the blond omega with her eyes.

  "Oh, I’m twenty too," Felix replies, looking at their cousin. "Hyunie and I were born the same year."

  "So we’re the same age too," Julie says, running a hand through her hair. "We should hang out sometime. You know? If you want."

  You, she said — not you guys. She’s… flirting with Felix? In front of everyone? In front of Jeongin?

  "That sounds great!" Felix says cheerfully. "We can all go out for hot chocolate sometime in the next few days."

  Julie seems to deflate a bit at his answer. Jeongin can’t tell if he just brushed her off or simply didn’t catch the glaringly obvious subtext in her invitation.

  Their parents call Moonyoung and Gangtae into the kitchen to chat more comfortably away from the kids (Jeonghan’s words). Julie, still slightly sulky from Felix’s response, joins them, leaving Jeongin, Felix, and Hyunjin alone in the overly decorated living room, sitting on the long couch in an awkward silence.

  "Well," Hyunjin is the first to speak, his voice low and smooth as he adjusts a pillow on his lap, his eyes playing with Jeongin’s. He’s sitting between Felix and the alpha, and there’s a subtle glint in his gaze — just a trace of mischief. "What’s fun to do around here this time of year?"

  He directs the question at Jeongin. The two omegas haven’t visited Busan since they were very young. Jeongin barely remembers them, apart from the photos he’s seen on Instagram, and he never expected them to spend the holidays at his house this year. If he’d known in advance, he definitely would’ve planned something for them to do together.

  "Ah, I don’t usually do much," Jeongin shrugs, trying to sound casual, though the warmth rising up his neck betrays him. "Now that I’ve finished school, besides going to the gym, I just stay in my room watching TV or browsing the internet, you know? I’m kind of a homebody."

  "Hm," Hyunjin hums, brushing a strand of fringe behind his ear with two fingers. Jeongin is hypnotized by the gesture. "Then I guess we’ll have to ask cousin Julie to show us around, huh, Lix?"

  Felix nods, a sweet smile on his lips.

  "Julie only goes to the weirdest places," Jeongin says quickly, his voice a bit louder than he intends. "She’s kind of emo, you know? Goes to strange clubs and hangs out with even weirder people. You guys wouldn’t like it."

  "Why not?" Felix laughs, his voice soft but with a teasing tone. "Everyone’s a little emo."

  Hyunjin laughs too, and the two share a knowing look that makes Jeongin feel even more out of place. He tries to laugh as well, not quite getting the joke, just so he won’t feel left out.

  "It’s just that…" Jeongin clears his throat, trying to regain some control of the conversation. "She hangs out with a bunch of alphas. I don’t think it would be cool, um, you guys… in the middle of so many alphas."

  "We’re with you now," Felix says, tilting his head to the side, almost like a curious kitten. "You’re an alpha."

  "Yeah," Jeongin chuckles nervously, "but it’s different. I’m your cousin."

  "And you’re a baby," Hyunjin adds, his voice a mix of amus@m@nt and challenge. "You haven’t even turned nineteen yet."

  Jeongin’s smile falters, discomfort creeping into his expression. Great. Exactly what he didn’t want — to seem like a baby.

  "It’s practically like I’m already nineteen," he argues, crossing his arms defiantly. "My birthday’s in February. It’s not like I’m underage."

  "Still, don’t his cheeks make him look younger, Lix?" Hyunjin points at Jeongin’s cheeks. Felix leans in, inspecting Jeongin’s face with exaggerated attention, as if searching for something that isn’t there. The warmth rises even more in Jeongin’s face, his already winter-pink cheeks now burning.

  "Absolutely," Felix agrees.

  "It’s not that bad," Jeongin tries to roll his eyes, but the nervousness turns the gesture into more of a shy retreat from their gazes. He rubs his face with both hands, trying to erase the embarr@ssing blush. "You’re only twenty yourselves."

  "Yeah," Hyunjin nods thoughtfully, "you’re right. I guess we can treat each other like we’re the same age, right?"

  Felix doesn’t say anything at first, but the smile he shares with Hyunjin says it all.

  "Of course," he says eventually. "I think we’ll get along just fine these days, Jeongin. Wait… what was that nickname Aunt Moonyoung called you?"

  "Oh no," Jeongin shakes his head repeatedly. Anything but that nickname from when he was five and couldn’t pronounce his own name properly.

  "I think it was…" Hyunjin starts, mimicking his mother’s excited voice. "Ayen!"

  "Perfect, Ayen-ah!" Felix grins mischievously, like a kid who just got a new toy — as if Jeongin were that toy. "We’re going to have fun this Christmas, even if our host is a bit of a homebody."

  "Yeah," Hyunjin agrees in a conspiratorial tone. He leans in just enough for his leg to brush against Jeongin’s, as if he doesn’t want to call attention to the contact — but also doesn’t plan to pull away. "You’re going to love having us here, cousin."

  The touch sends a shiver down Jeongin’s spine, but he forces himself to keep his composure. With a bead of sweat slipping down his temple and a chill crawling up his back, Jeongin swallows the lump of nerves in his throat and says,

  "Yeah, I bet I will."

  🎄🎁

  Jeongin
  

   5:35 pm
  

   dude i swear i’m about to lose it

  Seungmin
  

  5:36 pm
  

  let me guess your cousins drew all over your manga
  

  lmaoooooo

  Jeongin
  

  5:36 pm
  

  no
  

  i wish that was it

  Seungmin
  

  5:36 pm
  

  jesus
  

  what happened then?

  Jeongin
  

  5:37 pm
  

  i thought the whole fam was coming over like every year
  

  but SURPRISE
  

  only my aunt Moonyoung her husband and two cousins i haven’t seen in like forty years

  Seungmin
  

  5:37 pm
  

  little brats?

  Jeongin
  

  5:38 pm
  

  no
  

  HOT af

  Seungmin
  

  5:38 pm
  

  EXCUSE ME
  

  aren’t your cousins like EIGHT years old??

  Jeongin
  

   5:38 pm
  

   not these ones, dumb@ss
  

   they’re adults

  Seungmin
  

  5:39 pm
  

  ohhh sh@t okay

  Jeongin

  5:39 pm
  

  bro
  

   anyway
  

   lucky me they’re both omegas
  

   i think they’re twenty?
  

   idk
  

   i was too busy staring at their lips

  Seungmin
  

  5:39 pm
  

  ooooh older and s@xy huh 😏

  Jeongin
  

  5:39 pm
  

  ugh yes
  

  and like
  

  god i don’t even know how to describe them they’re so pretty
  

  Hyunjin and Felix — cutest names ever
  

  literal dreamboats

  Seungmin
  

  5:39 pm
  

  hook me up with one

  Jeongin
  

  5:39 pm
  

  ??

  Seungmin
  

  5:40 pm
  

  kidding bro
  

  so
  

  who’s the chosen one? 👀

  Jeongin
  

  5:40 pm
  

  ??????

  Seungmin
  

  5:40 pm
  

  don’t play dumb Jeongin
  

  they’re two hot older omegas
  

  and you’re painfully virgin
  

  best you’ll get is a j@rk-@ff session thinking about them

  Jeongin
  

   5:40 pm
  

   you’re so f@ck@ng unnecessary wtf

  Seungmin
  

   5:41 pm
  

   am i wrong though?

  Jeongin
  

   5:41 pm
  

   bye i’ll text you later
  

   (tbd)

  Seungmin
  

   5:41 pm
  

  JEONGIN
  

   i was kidding
  

   you’re no fun 😭
 
  🎄🎁
 
  Dinner that night is prepared by Jeonghan as if they’re already celebrating Christmas Eve. The omega puts an entire chicken in the oven — and Jeongin didn’t even know the kitchen’s oven could fit a bird that big — makes seaweed soup, kimchi, and several other things that no one besides Jeonghan himself can pronounce correctly.
  

   Julie is still sulking, but every now and then she throws a look of interest at Felix and makes a point of curling her pink lips into a seductive half-smile. Jeongin rolls his eyes because she’s ridiculous and so obvious. Felix, on the other hand, returns her smiles as if she were just a dear friend, and the alpha starts to believe that he would smile like that at any creature that crossed his path. He suffers from what Jeongin likes to call chronic friendliness, which can be either a great quality or a peculiar flaw.

  During dinner, they eat while engaging in casual conversations about relatives they haven’t seen in a while. The memories come with smiles and small chuckles as plates p@ss from hand to hand. They also talk about Hyunjin’s and Felix’s college majors — dance and fashion, respectively. The two cousins describe their projects with restrained enthusiasm, but it’s clear there's pride between the lines of every word when they talk about their courses.

  Jeongin, having finished his final year of high school (which he unfortunately had to repeat due to terrible grades the previous year), faces a barrage of questions about his future plans. The young alpha, sitting right between the two omegas, tries his best to answer without sounding bored or nervous. He constantly adjusts his posture, trying to appear relaxed while avoiding prolonged eye contact with his cousins. Being that close to them makes him strangely anxious, as if every one of his movements is being analyzed by their pretty, attentive eyes.

  When they finish eating, Julie volunteers to do the dishes while her parents and uncles remain at the table, now diving into more serious topics that hold no interest for the remaining three young people.

  "Julie said you have a manga collection, Ayen-ah," Hyunjin says just as Jeongin is about to head up the stairs and lock himself in his room to escape the cold sweat that trails down his neck whenever he looks directly at one of the cousins.

  He suspects all this nervousness is just lingering teenage hormones, worsened by the fact that he’s never been this close to such good-looking and sweet-smelling omegas before. During the day, he manages to distinguish the scents that were initially all mixed up. The honey scent comes from Hyunjin, while Felix exudes a peach aroma. Jeongin can’t say which of them smells better, or who’s more attractive, or who’s more delicious, and dear god… He’s pretty sure he won’t last long near them without getting an involuntary erection.

  "Uh…" Jeongin pauses on the first step, turning to his cousins, who stand side by side. "Yeah, I do."

  "Really?" Hyunjin’s eyes shine at the confirmation. "I love manga! Can you show me?"

  "You want to see my collection?" Jeongin asks, even though it’s obvious. "Okay," he nods, swallowing hard.

  "Can I come too?" Felix grabs Hyunjin’s arm, and the other nods twice. "Hyunie always tries to get me to read the manga he likes, but I already read so much for school, I don’t have the patience."

  "You’d probably like it," Jeongin says, heading back up the stairs, now accompanied by the two. "I think, anyway."

  "I do watch the anime," says Felix, "but I guess I can consider a few of your suggestions, Ayen."

  "And why don’t you consider mine?" Hyunjin fakes indignation, his pretty pout gleaming on his flushed lips. Jeongin laughs silently.

  "Because you only like melodramatic stuff, Hyunie."

  "That’s a lie!" Hyunjin protests. They reach the hallway leading to the bedrooms, and Jeongin guides them to his.

  "You’ll see, Ayen," Felix says to the alpha, "he’s only going to talk about those sad manga he likes."

  "A good dose of drama is never too much," Jeongin laughs, opening the door.

  As they enter the room, Jeongin is hit by a sudden realization: he hasn’t tidied up as his father asked him to a week ago. A chill runs down his spine when he sees the pile of clean clothes abandoned on the desk chair, patiently waiting to be put away. The bed, with its messy blankets, looks like a reflection of the inner chaos he always feels in the presence of his cousins. The scent of pine — his signature alpha scent — permeates the space in an almost overwhelming way.

  He glances hesitantly at Hyunjin and Felix, searching their faces for any sign of discomfort, worried that his scent might be invasive or unpleasant. However, all he sees are small smiles. The two remain calm, still linked arm-in-arm.

  Hyunjin lets out a soft giggle as he looks around, but he doesn’t seem judgmental, and Felix, with his warm expression, looks more curious than anything else. Jeongin watches the way they interact — so in sync, so at ease with each other — and feels a sudden pang of admiration. There’s something so endearing about their closeness, as if they live in a world of their own, completing one another.

  "Sorry about this," Jeongin says. He starts grabbing some clothes from the carpet and stuffing them haphazardly into the already crammed wardrobe. "I kind of didn’t, uh, have time to clean today. Just ignore it."

  "Don’t worry, we’re family," Hyunjin says, finally releasing Felix’s arm and sitting comfortably on Jeongin’s single bed. Felix follows and sits beside him.

  Where, for god’s sake, is Jeongin supposed to sit?

  "Here," says the alpha, grabbing a black box on top of his wardrobe, filled with his manga collection.

  Among other well-known titles, Jeongin collects Nana, One Piece, Attack on Titan, and Boku no Hero Academia. The neatly arranged spines in the box reflect his p@ssion, and his heart skips a beat when Hyunjin spots the first volume of Nana and parts his lips in disbelief.

  "You collect Nana!?" the omega exclaims, pulling the box into his lap.

  "Yeah," Jeongin scratches the back of his neck. He pulls out the desk chair and sits facing the two omegas on his bed. He grows even more nervous at the thought that their scent, both of their scents, will linger on his sheets. "You like it?"

  "Do I like it?!" Hyunjin is admiring all the volumes, amazed. "Nana is my favorite manga! Gosh, it’s so cool to find someone else who loves it too."

  Felix, still seated beside Hyunjin, leans in to peek at the volumes the other omega is examining so eagerly.

  "I’ve heard Hyunie talk about this manga so much that I think I know half the story just from him."

  Hyunjin shoots him a mock-offended look, hugging the first volume to his chest.

  "That’s because you never bothered to read it, Lix. You have no idea how amazing the story is."

  Felix laughs carelessly, raising his hands in surrender.

  "Hey, I said I’d think about it, okay? But honestly, Nana sounds more like your kind of story, Hyunie."

  Jeongin lets out a nervous laugh but can’t hide his satisfaction at seeing Hyunjin so excited about his collection.

  "Well," Jeongin scratches his neck again, realizing he’s doing that a lot. "If you want, I can lend it to you, Felix. I’ve got all the volumes that came out before the hiatus."

  Hyunjin’s eyes widen, clearly happy to have someone encouraging Felix to read his favorite manga. Felix also widens his eyes, but hesitates, pressing his full lips into a straight line.

  "Are you sure, Ayen? I mean, it’s your collection…"

  Felix is so sweet… Jeongin’s heart pounds, the same way it did when he saw Hyunjin’s sparkling eyes looking at his collection.

  "Of course." Jeongin shrugs, trying not to sound too smitten, even though he’s bursting inside. "Just don’t crease the pages, okay?"

  Hyunjin giggles, swinging his feet in red slippers. He’s wearing a different sweater now — white this time — and sweatpants that look incredibly cozy. Felix has on a matching blue sweatshirt and shorts, his legs exposed except for the tall socks reaching just below his knees.

  "Ayen-ah," Hyunjin says through a smile, "you’ve just become my hero. If Lix finally reads it, he’ll understand why I can’t shut up about Nana."

  Felix tilts his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looks at Jeongin.

  "Alright then. I promise to take good care of them." He places a hand dramatically on his chest, like he’s making a solemn vow. "But if I cry, I’m blaming you for dragging me into this."

  "You’re definitely going to cry," Hyunjin chimes in, placing one of the volumes back in the box with care. "But it’ll be the kind of crying that’s totally worth it."

  Jeongin tries to laugh, but his shoulders remain stiff. He doesn’t know if it’s the hormones, but being with them makes his stomach twist in a good way. He wants to breathe deeply, to let the peach and honey scents flood his lungs, but every time he smells them and looks at their necks, he feels like he might die of… No, it can’t be — but it is.

  He feels like he might die of arousal, and they’re only talking about manga!

  But every gesture from Felix and Hyunjin, every casual word, every Ayen that leaves their lips makes the young alpha feel like he’s one step away from coming in his pants just from being near them.

  Jeongin averts his eyes, but they inevitably drift back to the omegas, now laughing together over some inside joke he didn’t catch. Hyunjin’s cheeks are slightly flushed, likely still thrilled about sharing his love for Nana with Felix, while Felix nudges him playfully on the arm, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement.

  "And you, Ayen?" Hyunjin’s voice pulls him back, making his heart jump. "What’s your favorite moment in Nana?"

  Jeongin blinks, nerves intensifying as both of them look at him, expressions filled with genuine interest. He scratches his neck again, the motion nearly automatic by now.

  "Ah…" he begins, voice lower than he expected. "I think it’s when the two Nanas start supporting each other, you know? It’s so… sincere."

  Hyunjin lets out a dreamy sigh, clasping his hands together like he shares the feeling described by the alpha.

  "Yes! That’s what I love most. Their friendship is so real, full of ups and downs, but they never give up on each other. It’s like us, Lix," he says, looking at the other omega affectionately, and Felix smiles, resting his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

  "You two are really close, huh?" Jeongin asks on impulse.

  "We are," Felix answers, still with his cheek pressed to Hyunjin’s shoulder. "We grew up together, went to the same elementary and high school, and now we’re in the same university, even if it’s in different programs. Hyunie and I are like two halves of the same whole."

  Jeongin then catches a flicker of something in Felix’s eyes, and then in Hyunjin’s. He watches as they hold hands — so delicate and beautiful — their fingers intertwining with affection. Jeongin swallows hard. There’s something incredibly beautiful about their friendship, something that goes beyond a typical cousin bond. They seem to truly love each other like siblings.

  "It’s great that you’re so close," Jeongin says. "If you keep this up, you’ll probably end up getting married on the same day."

  "Can you imagine?!" Felix exclaims, and they burst into laughter. "For that, we’d need to find an alpha first."

  Jeongin realizes that Felix has just answered, albeit indirectly, something he’s been wondering since the cousins arrived — whether they already had alphas. Apparently, both of them are single, and that stirs a deeper warmth inside Jeongin. It’s a foolish hope, as if he might actually have a chance with one of them. Or both, his mind insists on imagining.

  "That shouldn’t be a problem, right?" Jeongin laughs, teeth perfectly aligned thanks to years of orthodontic braces. "I mean, you’re, um… such good omegas."

  "Good?" Hyunjin laughs, rolling his shoulders. The movement causes Felix to pull away slightly, but he soon snuggles back in like a puppy seeking affection. "I was expecting more adjectives than that."

  "Hyunjin loves compliments," Felix comments casually, earning what seems to be a warning look from the other omega, which quickly turns into a mischievous grin.

  "Oh yeah?" Jeongin forces a laugh. "I’m sure he gets plenty of them, then."

  "Why?" Hyunjin bites his lower lip, looking up at Jeongin. The alpha notices that he seems eager for genuine praise.

  "Because… You’re handsome and, um…" Before he can scratch his neck again, Jeongin grabs his own wrist. "Your scent is really goo — I mean, good. And your hair… your hair’s really nice."

  He sees Hyunjin’s cheeks flush immediately and a pleased smile spread across his lips. Felix rubs his nose on the same shoulder he was leaning on moments earlier. Jeongin’s throat tightens.

  Something about how much Hyunjin seems to like those nervous, bashful compliments makes him feel unsteady, because it doesn’t seem innocent, even though his eyes gleam with an almost angelic innocence.

  “Nice and handsome” don’t even begin to describe Hyunjin properly, but Jeongin can’t seem to put into full words what he sees in that omega. Just like Felix, there are so many beautiful and captivating traits that he literally loses his breath.

  That’s it: Hyunjin and Felix take all the oxygen from his lungs.

  "Thank you, Ayen-ah," Hyunjin murmurs, locking eyes with the alpha. "You’re really handsome and good-smelling too."

  He goes straight to the point, leaving no room for hesitation. Jeongin swallows hard and looks away from him, whose eyes feel like lasers burning into his face.

  Hyunjin presses his palm against the mattress he's sitting on beside Felix, gripping the wrinkled sheet tightly next to him. What he does sends a direct jolt to Jeongin's c@ck, who feels such intense arousal he swears he could come just from watching that scene. Carefully, he brings the sheet to his nose and inhales deeply the scent of the alpha that's soaked into it. He closes his eyes and twists his face into an expression of pleasure that drives Jeongin over the edge. He throws his head back and lets out a disbelieving laugh. This can’t be real.

  "Pine," Hyunjin whispers, bringing the sheet to Felix, who does the same — inhales deeply the scent of Jeongin on it. "Isn’t it good, Lix?"

  "Yeah," Felix answers in the same tone. His voice is thick and hoarse, like he’s just woken up from a deep sleep.

  Jeongin freezes. How had an innocent conversation about manga turned into this?

  "We usually don’t like the scent of alphas," Felix says, placing Jeongin’s blanket back where it originally was. "But yours is good."

  "What’s different about my scent?" Jeongin asks, more out of curiosity.

  Hyunjin chuckles softly, and the sound seems to float through the room. He speaks while looking down at his lap:

  "It’s... warm." He seems to choose his words carefully, trying to sound both gentle and seductive. "Usually, alpha scents are harsh, overpowering... Yours feels, hm, comforting, I’d say."

  Felix nods beside him, crossing his partially exposed legs on the mattress and resting his chin in the palm of his right hand.

  "It’s soft, in a way that doesn’t get sickening or aggressive," he adds, with a half-smile.

  Jeongin blinks a few times, trying to process those descriptions. His scent had never been a topic of conversation before, let alone described with such... precision. He swallows hard, feeling the air between them grow increasingly heavy.

  "That’s... good, I guess," he tries to smile, but it comes off forced. "I didn’t know you guys paid that much attention."

  Hyunjin lightly bites his lower lip, looking away for a moment before locking eyes with him again, this time with intensity.

  "It’s impossible not to notice," he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. "Especially when we’re this close and in a space that’s so yours, like your bedroom. Everything here looks like you, and your scent is everywhere."

  "Well, now ours is too," Felix comments, noticing that the scents of honey and peach have mixed with the pine.

  Jeongin swallows down a lump of acid in his throat, wondering how on earth he’s supposed to sleep in that bed soaked with the scent of those omegas.

  "You must be special," Hyunjin says almost casually, but his eyes gleam like there’s much more behind that sentence.

  "Special?" Jeongin repeats, the word sounding strange in his mouth.

  "Yeah." Without hesitation, Hyunjin confirms. "It’s not every day we find an alpha who makes us feel like this."

  Jeongin looks back and forth between Hyunjin and Felix several times. Even though they’re complimenting him — or at least praising his scent — he still can’t believe this is really happening. They’re older, probably experienced, and god, so stunning, that it seems unlikely they’d show interest in an alpha like Jeongin. As Julie often said, he almost smelled like milk, and he was so absurdly virgin that he couldn’t even say it out loud.

  "You guys... are messing with me, aren’t you?" Jeongin asks, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

  "Messing with you?" Felix questions, shaking his head several times. "Of course not, Ayen."

  "Julie didn’t tell you to mess with me? Like, as a prank or something?"

  "What?" Hyunjin laughs. "What are you talking about?"

  Jeongin fixes his gaze on the ceiling. He needs to breathe. He can’t think straight with those two in front of him, on his bed, looking like they’re ready to devour him at any moment.

  "I think you should go to the guest room," Jeongin says, throat dry. "It’s getting late and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. My dad likes to wake up early to prepare everything."

  "Oh," Hyunjin whispers, looking at Felix with disappointed eyes. "Alright."

  "Yeah, we probably should," Felix replies in the same tone, letting out a soft sigh.

  Jeongin watches Hyunjin glance one last time at the box where he keeps his manga and get up from the bed, followed by Felix. They hold hands and smile in sync at Jeongin. They don’t say anything else except for a barely audible "Good night, Ayen" before leaving the room.

  The alpha almost leaps out of his chair and falls face-first onto the bed, inhaling the mixed scents in the sheets deeply, almost desperately. Each deep breath sends a shock down his spine and makes his c@ck throb hard inside the sweatpants he’s wearing. He’s going insane. He’s so turned on and at the same time so confused, because what just happened doesn’t even feel real.

  In that position, he can hear each beat of his heart sounding loud like a drum.

  "This was just... a coincidence," he repeats to convince himself. "They were just being nice and returning the compliments."

  But the memory of their intense gazes is still vivid in the alpha’s mind. It’s explicit and subtle teasing in equal measure, and they alternate just enough to not seem obvious.

  He turns onto his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his body still tense. The idea that those two might somehow be interested in him seems absurd, yet impossible to ignore. Every interaction with them seems carefully crafted to break down his defenses and leave him exposed. As much as he tries to deny it, there’s something in the way they look at him, the way they say his name, that can’t be mistaken for simple kindness between cousins — especially when Jeongin is sure they saw, at some point, his rock-hard erection throughout the whole conversation.

  The next day, December twenty-fourth, will be Christmas Eve, and he needs to survive not only the unbearable day he’s hated since childhood, but also the presence of the two omegas under the same roof without completely losing it.

  🎄🎁

  It had snowed overnight. Jeongin knows this because he stays awake the entire night, eyes dry as he stares at the ceiling after spending hours texting Seungmin, who offers no useful advice whatsoever. All his best friend keeps saying is that he’s being stupid and that the cousins are clearly into him, but the alpha can’t accept that so easily.

  He doesn’t know if he’s just conditioned to think he’s not interesting enough or if the idea that his two omega cousins are hitting on him really is insane, but the whole thing manages to rob him of sleep.

  It must be freezing outside, but his house has always had a good heater, so every room is warm and cozy — including his bedroom. Besides that, the sheets on his bed still carry the scent of honey and peach, and that only adds to the sleepless night.

  When he sees the night give way to small rays of sun veiled behind light clouds, Jeongin decides to get up. He brushes his teeth and walks through the house to the kitchen. He’s wearing black sweatpants and a matching tank top, his brown hair, in dire need of a cut, messy and shapeless. His plan is to get to the kitchen, drink a cup of tea, and eat a few cinnamon cookies his dad baked — just enough to fool his stomach until breakfast time.

  What he doesn’t expect is to find Hyunjin curled up on one of the kitchen chairs, feet on the seat, knees pulled to his chest; a steaming mug held in both hands while he blows gently on the steam with a small pout.

  Jeongin turns pale and his first instinct as he reaches the doorway is to turn on his heels and head back to his room. He doesn’t want to run into Hyunjin, talk to him, or smell that sweet scent after spending a sleepless night thinking about him and Felix. He’s not socially skilled enough to mask his nerves.

  Before he can leave and pretend he was never there, Hyunjin seems to notice him.

  "Do you want some tea?" Hyunjin asks suddenly, making Jeongin freeze with his back turned. The alpha squeezes his eyes shut and slowly turns around to face his cousin.

  Hyunjin is wearing a pair of blue cotton shorts better suited for summer than a winter morning like this. His legs are covered up to the knees with long white socks, similar to the ones Felix wore the night before. He suspects it might be the same pair. His hair is tousled, full of waves that make his face look even prettier. On top of that, he’s not even wearing a shirt, but because of his leg position, Jeongin can’t see the omega’s torso.

  "Aren’t you cold?" Instead of answering Hyunjin’s question, Jeongin asks his own. Hyunjin shrugs and takes a sip of his tea.

  "I get really warm," he says after swallowing some of the hot liquid from the mug. "Do you want some?"

  "What?" Jeongin asks, now fully facing the chair where the omega is.

  Hyunjin chuckles softly before replying,

  "The tea, Ayen. Do you want me to make one for you?"

  Jeongin looks around. Everyone else is still asleep, and the silence practically echoes. He doesn’t hear footsteps, not even nearby breathing — just Hyunjin’s, right in front of him.

  His biggest mistake so far is looking down at the omega’s legs. They’re long and slender, but Jeongin notices a bit of definition in his thighs, especially the back part, which is more exposed. The shorts, very short, reveal a large patch of smooth, silky-looking skin. An involuntary urge to run his hands along Hyunjin’s thighs overwhelms Jeongin and makes the tips of his fingers tingle.

  "I’ll make it," he says, walking quickly to the sink. He’s avoiding Hyunjin like he’s the devil himself.

  Jeongin looks up at the small cabinet where they keep tea, coffee, and spices. He opens both little doors and blindly feels around for the first tea box he can find — but he finds nothing.

  "Arn... Where did you put it?" Jeongin asks, still fumbling through the cabinet but finding nothing but spice packets.

  "The box?" Hyunjin answers. His voice is hoarse and low. "I think it might’ve fallen to the back."

  Jeongin feels a shiver run down his spine, but he ignores it and keeps searching for the tea. He stretches his arm as far as it can go, but still can’t reach the back of the cabinet. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips, and just before he can think of climbing onto a chair, he hears light footsteps approaching.

  "Let me get it," says Hyunjin, already by his side.

  Jeongin doesn’t have time to look at him, much less at the bare torso now exposed with him standing. Hyunjin could easily lean over from where he is and reach into the back of the cupboard, right next to the alpha, but he does something else. The omega slides in front of Jeongin so that his back presses against his chest.

  The sudden closeness sends every cell in Jeongin's body into high alert. He freezes. The heat of Hyunjin's back against his chest radiates like fire, and the scent of concentrated honey at the nape of his neck, right at nose-level, sends Jeongin into a sort of trance.

  Hyunjin stretches up to reach the tea box. The motion makes his @ss press against Jeongin's pelvis. Press against Jeongin’s c@ck. And he’s doing it on purpose.

  Jeongin’s breath stutters the moment he feels the heat of the omega’s @ss against him, and the fabric of Hyunjin’s shorts is soft enough to feel like there’s nothing separating them. His back is firm and fragrant, and his neck — so close to Jeongin’s face that he could kiss it.

  The alpha swallows an excessive lump in his throat and breathes deeply. He could pull away. He could run out of the kitchen and pretend he never came downstairs that morning. But he knows he never could — not when his c@ck is hard against Hyunjin's @ss, not when he feels the omega deliberately pushing his hips back into him.

  At this point, Jeongin can’t lie to himself and say Hyunjin is doing it unintentionally, or that he hasn’t noticed how hard Jeongin is. Hyunjin knows. And, apparently, he wants this.

  Jeongin tenses his shoulders, arms stiff at his sides. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands — whether to rest them on the marble counter or slide them down the omega’s hips, encouraging him to grind harder. Hyunjin lowers the arm he had stretched out for the tea, and there's nothing in his hand. Instead of handing over the box with that ever-dangerous smirk on his lips, he grips the edge of the counter and presses his @ss into Jeongin’s c@ck again, so that the stiff erection, with no underwear to restrain it, slides easily.

  Hyunjin lets out a soft moan and tilts his head back, letting the nape of his neck fall against Jeongin's shoulder. That’s the last straw for him.

  Jeongin grabs Hyunjin's hips tightly and starts pushing into him, feeling his c@ck slide between the omega’s subtle but mouthwatering @ss cheeks, only covered by the soft blue shorts. He can feel Hyunjin arching for him, his sock-covered feet giving tiny jerks.

  He’s never been in a situation like this with any other omega. Jeongin doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act. Shouldn’t they have started with kissing, touching in innocent places, and only then move to this? Everything is backwards, but Jeongin isn’t complaining — not one bit.

  His body tingles, his hands trembling with desire as he grips Hyunjin’s hips tightly. He lets his fingers roam down to his thighs, squeezing whatever he can reach. The scent of honey fills the kitchen, the omega’s arousal clearly overwhelming, and Jeongin realizes just how turned on Hyunjin is when his own scent can’t even overpower his.

  Jeongin breathes in the black strands of hair, the jawline, the nape — whatever is within reach of his face. While Hyunjin keeps rubbing against him, he hears, low and hoarse, his voice whispering:

  "Do you feel it?" Then, a breath full of l@st. Jeongin doesn’t answer. "Can you feel how wet I am?"

  Jeongin realizes his c@ck is sliding far too easily. Just like him, Hyunjin is probably not wearing any underwear either, which means all his slick is soaking through his shorts thanks to the thin fabric. Jeongin lets out a moan that sounds more like a growl in his ear and thrusts forward, scraping down the omega’s right thigh. Hyunjin moans again before bending over the sink, chest flat against the cold marble. He arches even more, balancing on the b@lls of his feet. Jeongin nearly loses it.

  From that angle, he can see the entire length of Hyunjin’s back, the dip of his lower spine, and the full curve of his @ss. The alpha never imagined he could see anything so mouthwatering in his life.

  He can’t help but slide his right hand down the deep line of Hyunjin’s back until it reaches the nape of his neck, just to trace the same path back and grip both hips again.

  Jeongin feels a jolt in his stomach and knows he’s dangerously close. The delicious friction sends shockwaves through his body, the scent of Hyunjin flooding his senses, and the moans — low and restrained (because he really is trying to hold back) — turn everything inside Jeongin into pure chaos.

  "Pull my shorts down," says Hyunjin, turning his face toward him. His irises are clouded with l@st. Jeongin’s eyes widen.

  "What?"

  "I want you to…"

  Jeongin jumps back like he’s been electrocuted when he hears quick footsteps coming down the stairs. Hyunjin, like him, straightens up and fixes his hair.

  "Pretend you're fixing something under the sink," says Hyunjin, trying to steady his breathing.

  "What?" Jeongin repeats, confused, and Hyunjin points to the two small doors beneath the sink.

  "Hurry, or they’ll see that," he says, nodding at the visible bulge in Jeongin’s pants — a hard-on that’s impossible to ignore.

  Jeongin drops to the floor and opens the cabinet doors beneath the sink, thankful to find his dad’s toolbox right next to him. Hyunjin stays put, back facing whoever might walk in.

  "Good morning," says Julie, entering the kitchen with her eyes barely open from sleep.

  "Hey, Julie," Hyunjin replies, turning to face her, still leaning against the counter. "Do you want some tea?"

  "Tea?" she asks with a sleepy laugh. "Nah, I just came for a glass of water."

  Julie grabs a glass and opens the fridge, still unaware of her brother’s presence in the kitchen. She downs the water in one gulp and sets the glass on the table, right next to Hyunjin’s tea mug.

  "What… What’s this kid doing?" She finally looks over at the sink and sees Jeongin crouched down, appearing to fix something.

  "I was washing a cup when suddenly one of the pipes started leaking," Hyunjin says casually. "Ayen was here and said he could fix it before Uncle Seungcheol wakes up and sees the mess."

  "Oh," Julie replies, skeptical and still half-asleep. "Didn’t even know Jeongin knew how to fix stuff like that."

  "I think I’ve discovered a new talent," says the alpha, his voice muffled.

  "Yeah, big talent," she says, already heading toward the door. "I’m going back to bed."

  "Sweet dreams," Hyunjin says with a gentle smile.

  When Jeongin hears the door close, he breathes a sigh of relief and stands up, facing the omega. Hyunjin has a smug half-smile caught between his teeth, eyes full of mischief. Jeongin swallows hard, unsure of what to do next.

  "What were you going to say?" he asks, desperate. He’s still so hard he thinks he might die.

  "Me?" Hyunjin replies, staring at him. "Nothing."

  "You told me to… uh…"

  "I should head back to the room," says Hyunjin, running his tongue across his lower lip. "Felix doesn’t like waking up alone when we sleep together."

  "Sleep together?"

  Jeongin’s world crashes. What is he supposed to do with that information?

  "See you at breakfast, Ayen."

  Without answering any of Jeongin’s questions, Hyunjin walks out of the kitchen, leaving the alpha with a million doubts — and an arousal that might just ruin him for the rest of the day.

  🎄🎁

  Jeongin, who was always hungry, ate very little for breakfast.

  While everyone laughed and chatted as they ate cakes and Christmas breads prepared the day before by their parents and Hyunjin's parents, Jeongin could only think about what had happened earlier. When he went back to his room after the incident, he masturbated so hard that he thought he was going to explode. Even so, he still felt his whole body burning as if his sheets were made of lava.

  He thought Hyunjin would get shy, like him, avoid his gaze, and his cheeks would turn red like ripe apples, but no. He was acting as if he hadn’t literally grinded on his c@ck a few hours earlier and asked him to… Jeongin still had trouble believing it, but asked him to pull down his shorts. What did he want to say after that? “I want you to… f@ck me?” Eat me? Each possibility seemed even more desperate and made the alpha feel even more out of place at that table.

  Felix, sitting next to Hyunjin at the table, was eating a piece of sweet bread while laughing at some lame joke made by Julie. Jeongin observed how she shamelessly flirted with him, even though she had been rejected the day before. She said something that should have been funny, and her eyes were fixed directly on the blonde omega, who squinted his beautiful eyes and showed all his teeth in an adorable, friendly laugh. Hyunjin also laughed with them, but more contained, and every now and then he would stare at Jeongin, who made sure to look away at the first opportunity.

  “Today we’ll spend the whole day in the kitchen,” said Jeonghan, rubbing his forehead. Jeongin looked at his omega father, who seemed to sense how much work the Christmas dinner would bring. “I ask those of you who can’t cook,” he pointed at Jeongin, Felix, and Hyunjin, “not to make our lives harder today and behave, without making a mess in the house.”

  “Don’t worry, Uncle Jeong,” Felix said, biting another piece of bread. “We’ll stay out of your way.”

  “Hey, Julie can’t cook either,” Jeongin pointed out, looking at his older sister. She rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you going to ask her to behave as well?”

  “Your sister is going to be in charge of going back and forth to the market,” Seungcheol said, pointing at the older daughter. His deep, firm voice sounded intimidating, but the alpha was as polite as the husband. “Did you hear, young lady?”

  “Fine,” Julie rolled her eyes. Sometimes Jeongin thought she was more childish than he was, even though she was two years older. “Don’t want to help me with this, Felix? That way you can get to know the neighborhood a little.”

  “Oh, it’s just that…” He began, but Hyunjin interrupted him.

  “Felix feels really cold in the winter,” the other omega said. “And the weather is terrible. I think he might catch a cold.”

  “But isn’t it just about dressing warmly?” Julie insisted. Jeongin pushed his tongue into the inside of his cheek. Was she never going to give up?

  “I think it’s better not to, Julie,” Felix shrugged, and inside his red sweater, which was much larger than his own size, he looked tiny. “I’d rather stay here, where there’s a heater.”

  Everyone laughed, but Julie just raised an eyebrow, annoyed.

  “It’s funny,” said Moonyoung, taking a sip of tea. “Felix feels really cold in the winter, but Hyunjin, no matter the time of year, is always hot.”

  Jeongin then remembered that Hyunjin had only worn a little pair of shorts and socks earlier, even though it was very cold, and what he had said about feeling hot. His mind betrayed him, imagining him sweaty, his skin glowing after having s@x, panting and red from the heat. Besides, how did he look when he was going through heat, that time when all omegas felt even hotter? Jeongin tried to push those thoughts away, otherwise, all the arousal would come back with even more strength, and the breakfast table was nowhere near the right place for that.

  “That’s why they’re always glued together,” Gangtae said with a laugh. “Hyunjin is Felix’s human coat.”

  “Yes,” Felix nodded, rubbing his nose on Hyunjin’s shoulder, who was now wearing a white t-shirt that covered the same little shorts, which Jeongin already knew too well, almost entirely.

  “By the way, boys,” Jeonghan said, looking at the omegas, “what do you think of the room? Is it good for you?”

  “Of course, Uncle,” Felix was quick to reply. “It’s great. The bed is really comfortable.”

  “Why are you sleeping together?” Jeongin couldn’t hold back the question. When he realized what he had said, his eyes widened. What was his problem?

  “We always sleep together when we’re traveling or spending the night at each other’s house,” Hyunjin said. “Right, mom?”

  “Yes,” Moonyoung said. “Besides, they’re omegas, there’s no problem with sharing a room or a bed. If my baby Hyunie were sharing a room with Julie or with you, Ayen, then I’d worry.”

  Hyunjin and Felix laughed. Julie rolled her eyes playfully, and Jeongin, well, Jeongin wondered if Moonyoung knew that her baby Hyunie liked rubbing against alphas in the middle of the kitchen.

  Breakfast ended with Jeongin managing to eat a portion of fruit and an omelet. Julie still questioned him about the mysterious sink repair, but he managed to dodge it. When everyone was starting to get ready to begin the dinner preparations, Jeongin approached Hyunjin when the omega was on the second step of the stairs.

  “Hey,” Jeongin said, touching his hand. He looked around and saw no one nearby. “About this morning…”

  “What about it?” Hyunjin asked casually with a small smile.

  Why the hell was he acting as if nothing had happened? They had almost had s@x!

  “You’re, um, not going to say anything?” Jeongin scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed.

  “What’s there to say, Ayen?”

  “Like, we, you know… did that, and now you’re acting like it didn’t happen?”

  “I’m not acting like that.”

  “No?”

  “You worry too much about everything, Ayen,” Hyunjin laughed, touching his cousin’s cheek. Jeongin frowned. “You need to relax.”

  “How am I supposed to relax after that?” He gripped Hyunjin’s wrist a little more forcefully. “I almost lost it.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?!”

  Jeongin laughed without an ounce of humor. “Because you’re driving me crazy, that’s why.”

  “Really?” Hyunjin bit the corner of his mouth, a dangerous smile spreading on his lips, lips so red and beautiful that they made Jeongin want to drown in them.

  “I swear,” Jeongin responded, almost in a whisper, his breath quickening. He didn’t know if he wanted to press Hyunjin against the wall or run away before losing control completely.

  Hyunjin tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with something Jeongin couldn’t decipher. Was it provocation, or just his natural way of making everything seem like a game?

  “Then tell me, Ayen,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice low and seductive. He took another step up the stair, coming almost to Jeongin’s face. “What exactly did I do that made you feel like this?”

  “You know what you did,” Jeongin shot back, trying to sound firm, but his voice faltered at the end. He released Hyunjin’s wrist, feeling his skin burn as if he were holding a torch.

  “Was it because I asked you to pull down my shorts?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips growing. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but there was something more there, something that left Jeongin even more confused and frustrated. “Or was it because I almost asked you to f@ck me, and if Julie hadn’t shown up, you would have?”

  Jeongin swallowed hard. He was really saying outright that he was going to ask Jeongin to f@ck him. How was he supposed to react to that?

  “You act like it’s a joke, but it’s not for me,” Jeongin let out, his voice now filled with a mix of anger and desperation. “It’s not just… nothing.”

  Hyunjin looked at him for a moment, and the smile faded a little. He sighed, stepping back down the step he had just climbed, coming a little closer to Jeongin.

  “It’s not a joke for me either, Ayen,” he said, his tone serious for the first time. “I really wanted to do that.”

  Jeongin’s heart beat so fast that he thought it would explode. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, he heard a voice echoing from the hallway.

  “Jeongin! Where are you?” It was Julie, calling her brother in a high-pitched voice.

  “We… We need to continue this later,” Jeongin murmured, looking away and stepping back.

  Hyunjin didn’t say anything, but the small smile returned to his face.

  “Later, then,” he replied, turning back to go upstairs as Jeongin walked away, trying to sort his thoughts before facing his sister.

  🎄🎁

  One of the things Jeongin hated about Christmas and family visits was the lack of privacy. Of course, this year, the number of relatives was much lower, but still, they managed to occupy both of the house's bathrooms.

  It was almost time for everyone to gather in the living room to talk about the same things they talked about every day until it was time to eat absurd amounts of food they had been cooking all day. Therefore, they should be ready soon so they could take photos as mementos for next year and exchange presents (not those fake ones under the tree).

  When Jeongin knocked on both bathrooms and saw they were occupied, but Julie was already ready, he went to her room to take a shower. He would remember to complain to his parents again about why he didn’t have a bathroom in his own room.

  He entered his sister’s room and tried not to pay attention to the mess the room was in. Clothes scattered on the floor, makeup taking up the entire vanity, and a pile of books and magazines falling off a shelf.

  “Later, I’m the messy one,” he rolled his eyes.

  With the towel thrown over his shoulder, he opened the door to Julie’s bathroom, ready to jump under the hot shower and relax from all the tension built up during the day.

  Jeongin’s eyes widened at the scene he saw. He had expected to find wet bras hanging in the shower or another pile of clothes on the toilet, but he was definitely not expecting to find Felix there, spreading what seemed to be lotion on his legs.

  He had his right leg up on the toilet, apparently because it was easier to apply the lotion in that position. His body was leaning forward, and he was only wearing the towel wrapped around his waist, pulled up to his thighs to give him full access to his skin.

  Jeongin swallowed hard because he couldn’t believe this was really happening. It felt like a bad joke from the universe, whose purpose was to take the rest of the sanity he still had left.

  “Ayen!” Felix laughed when he saw his cousin standing in the doorway, stunned by the scene. “You going to use the bathroom?”

  “I… I… Wow, sorry, I didn’t know that…”

  “Relax,” Felix said, still rubbing the lotion on his legs. “I’m done.”

  “Done?” That was all Jeongin could say, still completely lost.

  “Uh-huh,” Felix nodded, adjusting the towel around his waist and turning to face the alpha.

  Jeongin could see how perfect Felix was in every detail. His hair was wet, his face flushed from the hot water, his bare torso showing how lean and well-defined he was, much like Hyunjin.

  Jeongin bit his lower lip, trying to contain his own thoughts while the image fixed in his mind. He looked away, trying to focus on anything else.

  “Can I come in then?”

  “Sure,” Felix said. “Actually, can you help me with something before I leave?” Jeongin nodded, apprehensive. He didn’t know what could come next. “Can you put the lotion on my back? I can’t reach it. If I don’t, my skin gets really dry because of the cold.”

  The request seemed simple, but the low, almost seductive tone in which it was made made Jeongin even more uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, feeling the tension in the air grow.

  “Okay,” he murmured, taking the lotion from Felix’s hands. The omega turned around so Jeongin could begin, but the alpha took longer than necessary looking at his back, so beautiful and firm.

  Felix chuckled softly when Jeongin began to spread the lotion, the skin warm and soft under his fingers, filled with little freckles, just like the ones on his face, making the alpha’s heart race. He tried not to pay too much attention to Felix’s skin and how soft it felt, focusing only on the mechanical action of spreading the lotion, but it was impossible to ignore the heat emanating from the body in front of him.

  “Is this good?” Jeongin asked, his voice trembling.

  “Perfect,” Felix replied, even quieter. “Keep going.”

  Jeongin felt his hands tremble discreetly as he continued, his mind scrambled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, l@st and desire being the most dominant. He had never felt so virgin in his entire life.

  He wanted to stop, run away from the situation, but he couldn’t. Every inch of skin he touched seemed to make his heart race even more, as if it were about to explode.

  “I think I…” he started, trying to create some space, some kind of excuse, but his voice failed before he could finish.

  Felix leaned a little farther back, allowing his cousin to have more contact with his back, then turned his face so he could look at the alpha. The look he gave Jeongin seemed to carry an intensity that couldn’t be ignored.

  “Don’t worry, Ayen,” he said softly, almost a whisper in Jeongin’s ears. “No need to rush.”

  Those words, spoken with such naturalness, almost made Jeongin lose control. He wanted to leave, but it felt like he was trapped, unable to move.

  Finally, he finished applying the lotion, his hands still warm from the touch.

  “That’s good,” he murmured quietly, his throat dry and his breath heavy.

  Felix turns slowly, a light and disarming smile on his beautiful lips.

  "Thank you, Ayen," he says, placing the cream on the sink. "Oh my God!"

  Felix's exclamation makes Jeongin tremble his shoulders in shock. He can't think about what's happening, only feeling the omega suddenly jump into his lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders. Jeongin almost loses his balance, but manages to steady his body in his arms by gripping firmly at the back of Felix's thighs, noticing that he isn’t heavy enough to be unmanageable.

  He starts pointing to somewhere repeatedly, his eyes wide.

  "Look! Look at how big that spider is!"

  Jeongin, breathing rapidly, makes a move to release him to see the spider Felix is pointing at, but Felix tightens his legs around his waist.

  "Don’t let go, Ayen, I’m so scared of spiders!"

  Jeongin’s heart pounds uncontrollably in his chest, his hands still firm on Felix’s thighs, the towel nearly falling from his body, unable to find an adequate response. He feels every muscle tense, every nerve alert to the dangerous proximity.

  "But how am I supposed to get the spider out if I don’t let go of you?" Jeongin manages to say after a few moments, his voice barely escaping.

  "Look," Felix points again, his tone still urgent.

  With some effort, Jeongin turns his face to see the spider near the shower. It’s a small spider, with thin little legs, very different from what he’d imagined because of Felix’s scream. For sure, it’s harmless. The spider walks quickly from the shower onto the wall, reaching the sink, then disappearing into the drain.

  Jeongin sighs in relief, but the tension still lingers in his muscles. He holds Felix in his arms for a few more seconds, Felix seeming not even to have the intention of getting off immediately.

  "Alright," Jeongin says, helping Felix down slowly, almost reluctantly, from his lap. "The spider is gone."

  Felix smiles in relief, his eyes still shining with fear, but his expression softens a little. He’s still so close that Jeongin can feel his fragrant breath against his face.

  "Thanks again," the omega says, biting his lips as his cheeks turn a vibrant shade of pink. "You’d be brave to try and get it out of here," he looks away.

  "It was a harmless spider," Jeongin laughs, still nervous. "It wouldn’t hurt me, or you."

  "I didn’t want to take the risk, Ayen. My skin is really sensitive, if those little legs touched me, I’d turn red right away."

  Jeongin’s whole body shivers. He finally realizes that Felix is blushing, not just his cheeks but his entire torso, probably due to the hot water. The information that his skin is sensitive and that he blushes easily stirs something inside the alpha that he doesn’t even know what it is.

  "Well, I’m glad I held you then," Jeongin forces a laugh. Felix squints, nodding.

  "Yeah, I’d be running if I were alone," Felix says. "And I didn’t know you were this strong."

  "S-strong?" Jeongin swallows hard at the compliment.

  "Yeah," Felix nods, getting even closer. Their torsos are now pressed against each other. "You’re really strong, Ayen… You managed to hold me so easily, like I didn’t weigh anything."

  "You are... hm... light."

  "Don’t be modest," Felix laughs, and his next move makes Jeongin widen his eyes.

  Felix places both hands on Jeongin’s chest, covered by a tight black t-shirt that outlines his muscles built in the gym. Felix bites his lower lip, sliding his hands over it, then moving to his shoulders and biceps.

  Jeongin struggles to keep his composure, feeling each movement like a small flame igniting a fire inside him. He wants to question it, but the magnetism between them is irresistible, making it impossible to break contact with the omega.

  The bathroom is filled with the scent of peach, just like the kitchen was filled with the smell of honey. This can only mean one thing: Felix is turned on, which is why his scent is so strong.

  "Ayen," Felix whispers, his tone soft and inviting, his eyes meeting his with an intensity that makes Jeongin’s heart beat uncontrollably. "You’re nervous."

  Jeongin swallows hard for what feels like the thousandth time, unable to answer. The proximity between them keeps intensifying, and the space between their bodies is almost nonexistent. He can feel Felix’s heat so close, so tempting, that breathing becomes harder with every passing second.

  Then, he sees Felix’s eyes close, his eyelashes fluttering gently. The freckles scattered across his face fade from Jeongin’s view as Felix moves closer, until he feels the omega’s nose brush against his cheek. Jeongin’s legs almost turn to jelly and his c@ck stiffens painfully inside his pants. He can’t take it anymore.

  "Felix, please God, I..."

  "What?" Felix whispers, pulling him closer.

  Felix steps back two steps, pulling Jeongin with him, until his back is pressed against the wall.

  "There’s no spider now, but can you hold me again?" he asks, pouting. Jeongin swallows hard and, without even responding, pulls the omega’s legs up, until they’re wrapped around his waist again.

  Felix sighs with his lips slightly parted. The bathroom is hot from the steam of the water that was used in the omega’s shower, making everything feel even hotter and more exciting.

  "You're so strong, Ayen," Felix moans, squeezing his biceps again. Jeongin presses his fingers into Felix’s soft thighs under the towel.

  "What do you want from me?" Jeongin asks softly, feeling the peach scent cloud his senses.

  Felix doesn’t answer, he just goes back to smelling Jeongin’s face, tracing his jawline and neck. Then he moves up again, and the smells turn into small wet kisses. Jeongin’s c@ck pulses as he feels something wet and slippery as he lifts his hand a bit until it’s near Felix’s ass.

  Jeongin might be a virgin and inexperienced, but he’s sure he could f@ck Felix in this bathroom. He just has to pull down his pants a little and put everything inside him, in the same position they’re in right now. After all, Felix is already so wet and so ready, Jeongin doubts he would have any difficulty.

  "I want everything," Felix says. Jeongin only understands because he’s staring at his mouth.

  Jeongin tightens Felix’s thighs harder when he feels the first wet kiss on his mouth. It’s just a peck, full of saliva and tasting like peach. He didn’t know that omega kisses taste like their scent when they’re turned on, but now, after feeling the sweet flavor on Felix’s lips, he wonders if Hyunjin’s kiss will taste like honey in the morning.

  Before Jeongin can formulate anything to say, he feels another kiss on his mouth, and then another, and another, interspersed with heavy breaths. Jeongin can’t take it anymore, he needs to release everything he’s been holding in for these past two days, whether it’s on Hyunjin or Felix. Both of them drive him crazy, so he really has no power to choose, nor does he want to.

  "Let me put my c@ck inside you," Jeongin asks, pleads.

  "Put it inside me?" Felix repeats in a whisper.

  "Mm-hmm," Jeongin breathes on Felix’s mouth, giving him another quick kiss. Felix bites his own lip and tightens his grip on the alpha’s shoulders. "Just a little."

  "What’s the fun in just a little?"

  "Then let me put it all in."

  Felix gives a mischievous giggle and pushes Jeongin’s chest, forcing his legs to drop from his lap.

  "You need to take a shower," Felix says, now on the floor. "We’re running late."

  Jeongin’s head spins, and he feels like he might fall. He can’t believe this. This can’t be happening.

  "Oh, come on," Jeongin tightens his grip around Felix’s waist, pulling him closer again, but the omega pulls away.

  "I think one of the bathrooms in the hallway must be empty," Felix bites his lips. Jeongin can see how he’s rubbing his legs together, as if to relieve his own arousal, and it almost makes him c@m.

  "Don’t do this to me," he says, swallowing hard and reaching out to touch Felix again, but the omega evades his touch once more.

  Insisting is useless. Felix says that after this, he’ll need another shower, and Jeongin can’t stay in the bathroom with him. The alpha resigns himself and leaves the bathroom more angry than anything else.

  He feels like a toy in the hands of these two, as if they can tease him until he loses control, then simply stop everything without any explanation. The desire grows inside him, fueled by the intense memory of Felix’s wet kisses, still warm on his lips.

  Jeongin feels cornered, lost, and above all, his c@ck is rock-hard.

  🎄🎁

  Jeongin walks down the hallway and can still hear the two showers running. He wonders if the people in there aren’t feeling their skin peel off from being under the water for so long, but he can’t even bring himself to be upset about it like he used to be in the past. All he feels now is an internal desperation that seems to eat at his insides like pure acid, burning him every time he thinks about how close he was to having s@x with Hyunjin this morning, and now, with Felix.

  He still believes that it’s all just a dirty game the two of them are playing, probably having fun talking about how their virgin alpha cousin is melting for them, but the truth is, Jeongin doesn’t even think about that when he’s with them. His mind goes cloudy, thoughts evaporating like smoke, and all he can think with is his c@ck, which commands the flood of hormones coursing through his body.

  Jeongin slams the bedroom door, the towel still over his shoulder. Eyes closed, he leans against the closed door and takes a deep breath, hands in his messy brown hair, his c@ck still so hard inside his pants. He’s thankful that he didn’t run into anyone on the short walk, because it would be hard to explain why he’s like this.

  When he opens his eyes, Jeongin feels like he’s stepped through a portal straight into hell, because he can see the devil himself sitting on his bed.

  “Holy sh@t!” he exclaims, spinning around. He’s starting to panic. “What do you want?”

  “What way to treat me,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, closing the manga he was pretending to read and carelessly tossing it on the bed.

  “Why are you here?” Jeongin asks from where he stands. He can’t believe he’s even able to get close to him without losing his mind, especially when Hyunjin isn’t even ready for Christmas dinner, wearing the same clothes from the rest of the day that are probably soaked in the scent of honey.

  “I saw you going into Julie’s room to take a shower, and I knew Lix was in there,” Hyunjin says, standing up. He sneaks toward Jeongin, who’s still leaning against the door and still praying that God will take him out of this situation. “I thought you might need me.”

  “What?” Jeongin asks, his lips parting in disbelief.

  “I was right, wasn’t I?” Hyunjin looks down, spotting the painful erection clearly outlined in Jeongin’s pants. “Look what he did to you.”

  “What do you want with me?” Jeongin asks again, just like he asked Felix in the bathroom, but this time he needs an answer and is determined not to let the omega leave without it. “Huh?”

  “Why are you so mad?” Hyunjin laughs, so close to him that Jeongin can feel his honey-scented breath (and his theory is confirmed at that moment) right near his nose. “You don’t like it?”

  “You two are playing with me,” Jeongin says with conviction, seeing Hyunjin furrow his brow and shake his head twice.

  “We’re not playing with you.”

  “No?” Jeongin laughs softly, gesturing out of nervousness. “You provoke me, and then leave me like this,” he points at his erection, which Hyunjin is always staring at when he lowers his eyes. “What do you want me to think?”

  “It’s just that you’re so eager, Ayen,” Hyunjin slides his hands down Jeongin’s chest, just like Felix did minutes ago.

  “I’m not made of steel,” Jeongin says, a little more composed, but the nervousness is still clear in the way he stammers. “F@ck, I’m going crazy with you two. I’ve never… I’ve never been around omegas this much, so I’m… Going insane! If you don’t intend to do anything beyond this, stop torturing me like this.”

  Hyunjin smirks to the side, as if savoring every word that escapes Jeongin’s lips. His eyes sparkle with something between curiosity and mischief, but there’s also a hint of sincerity there, something that makes Jeongin feel even more lost.

  “What did you two do in the bathroom?” Hyunjin asks, ignoring all of the alpha’s ranting. Jeongin looks up at the ceiling, his tongue running between his teeth, in disbelief. “Was it like what you did to me in the kitchen? Did he keep rubbing himself on you?”

  “Why do you want to know?” Jeongin tries to be rough, distant, hoping Hyunjin will leave him alone, even though he knows he doesn’t want that.

  “Curiosity,” Hyunjin shrugs.

  “No, he didn’t do that,” Jeongin says. “I don’t think he’s as libertine as you are.”

  Hyunjin laughs at Jeongin’s words, meaning he wasn’t offended by them, but found them amusing. The omega bites the corner of his lip and squeezes Jeongin’s shoulders, getting so close to his mouth that he whispers against his lips:

  “He’s worse.”

  And Hyunjin kisses him, so hard and fast that Jeongin thinks his body will turn into a mass of liquid blood and merge with the door he’s leaning against.

  Jeongin’s trembling hands go to Hyunjin’s slim waist beneath his loose t-shirt and tighten, until Hyunjin’s body is bent backward from the force applied. It’s not a delicate kiss like the ones he shared with Felix in the bathroom, but furious, full of l@st that seems to drip like sweat from their pores. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, his tongue wrapping around Jeongin’s as they savor each other’s saliva. Jeongin can feel it, without a doubt: honey.

  “You smell like him,” Hyunjin says when they pull apart, just for Jeongin to sniff and kiss his neck desperately. “The smell of my Felix.”

  Jeongin bites a piece of satin-soft skin, feeling Hyunjin stiffen in his arms. One of the alpha’s knees spreads Hyunjin’s legs until he’s positioned between them. The omega kisses him again, messing up Jeongin’s brown hair and tossing the towel from his shoulder far enough away not to get in the way.

  The alpha had never kissed an omega so delicious and dangerous. He feels like Hyunjin could destroy him if he wanted, like he’s the type of person who makes you fall madly in love and then disappears, as if none of it mattered. That thought scares Jeongin, but in a delicious contradiction, it excites him even more.

  “Do you want to kill me?” Jeongin asks in the middle of the kiss, feeling Hyunjin push his hips against his knee. He’s hard in his shorts, his skin hot under the t-shirt, and his long hair messy, falling like a beautiful waterfall over his face.

  “No,” Hyunjin answers, biting Jeongin’s lower lip hard. “I want to suck your c@ck. Now.”

  Jeongin looks up at the ceiling again, Hyunjin’s kisses trailing down his jaw and neck. He can’t believe it. He doesn’t believe it enough to discreetly pinch his own thigh to make sure he’s awake. Jeongin swallows the excess saliva down his throat and, with one swift movement, locks the door he’s leaning against, because it doesn’t matter who’s outside; if Hyunjin has his c@ck in his mouth, he’ll pretend he’s dead in there and won’t respond to even an earthquake warning.

  Hyunjin begins to lower himself down Jeongin’s torso. When he reaches the hem of the tank top Jeongin is wearing, he lifts it and holds it firmly against his chest, exposing Jeongin’s defined abs to the omega’s l@stful gaze. Jeongin grabs his own t-shirt and, a moment later, pulls it off, throwing it in the same direction as the towel. Hyunjin licks his lips, looking up, already kneeling. Jeongin sees the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

  “You’re not going to stop, are you?” Jeongin asks, his breath ragged. “Please, tell me you won’t stop until I c@m in your mouth.”

  Jeongin grabs Hyunjin’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently caressing it. He wants to slap that beautiful face until he can see the red mark of his fingers on the omega’s smooth cheek, but he can’t. At least not now.

  Hyunjin doesn’t answer the question, he just licks his red lips once more and pulls down the pants Jeongin is wearing. The alpha’s c@ck, hard and leaking pre-c@m from the tip, so close to c@mm@ng, hits the base of his stomach before being captured by Hyunjin’s long fingers.

  “Wow…” Hyunjin says in a breath. He’s staring at Jeongin’s c@ck and the viscous liquid dripping from it. “I knew you were big.”

  “Did you like it?” Jeongin asks. Suddenly, he feels his ego inflate knowing Hyunjin is admiring his c@ck. “Did you like my c@ck?”

  “I’ll know after I choke on it,” Hyunjin replies, still full of himself. He grins to the side, but the smile doesn’t last long, as Jeongin grabs his hair at the back of his head and pulls hard. The mischievous pull of the smiling lips turns into a silent moan, and then the air is pulled between his teeth. “I didn’t know you were the type who liked this.”

  “You have no idea the things I’d like to do with you,” Jeongin says. Hyunjin grins again and grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from his black hair.

  “You know a lot of things for a virgin little sh@t.”

  Jeongin isn’t surprised by his impudence. In fact, it only makes him more aroused.

  “And you’re talking too much,” he retorts.

  Hyunjin seems to get the message. He leaves his lips nice and moist, saliva almost dripping out of them. Jeongin takes a deep breath as he feels Hyunjin bring his c@ck close to his lips, still swollen from the kisses, and lightly rub it against the tip of his tongue, enough to make Jeongin moan and feel his stomach tighten. Jeongin won’t be able to hold out much longer.

  Hyunjin’s tongue starts to trace the tip of Jeongin’s c@ck, teasing him just enough to make him bury his hands in the omega’s hair, looking for something to hold on to. When Jeongin lets out a low groan that signals an imminent @rg@sm, Hyunjin finally swallows his entire length, burying his nose in the neatly trimmed hairs. Jeongin feels the hot back of his throat, the vocal cords trembling from the sudden intrusion, the reflex of possible gagging sending jolts throughout his body. Hyunjin grips the back of Jeongin’s thighs and pulls his head back, only to swallow again and repeat the movement a few times. With each back and forth, Jeongin finds himself going to both heaven and hell in milliseconds. He’s never felt an omega’s mouth before, and it’s so hot, so soft, and comfortable that he wonders if it would feel the same inside him.

  Hyunjin pulls the alpha’s c@ck from his mouth and strokes it a few times before letting go and pushing his hair out of his face, which had fallen over his eyes and cheeks.

  “C@m in my mouth,” Hyunjin says, looking up at Jeongin from below, his eyes sparkling. At that moment, he almost looks innocent, but Jeongin knows he is the personification of malice.

  Jeongin brings his left hand to his c@ck and with the other, gathers Hyunjin’s long hair into a messy ponytail behind his head. He presses the tip of his c@ck against Hyunjin’s parted lips and watches as the omega closes his eyes and sticks his tongue out. It takes just a few more strokes, aided by the softness of Hyunjin’s tongue on the head of his c@ck at the end of each one, for Jeongin to finally come.

  He comes hard, his toned abdomen contracting as he struggles to hold back the moans that want to escape his throat, keeping his eyes open to watch his c@m stain the omega’s red tongue with pearly white. That scene sends an electric wave through his body, his skin tingling, fingers clenching, mouth dry as if he’s been deprived of water for hours. His spine suddenly aches, his legs shake, and with every fleeting second of the @rg@sm, he feels himself getting closer to losing his mind.

  When the ecstasy begins to fade, his breathing is still erratic. Jeongin swallows nothing down his throat and blows hot air through his parted lips. Hyunjin is still on his knees, his hair held by the alpha’s hand. When Jeongin looks down, he sees the omega playing with his c@m on his tongue a few times before swallowing it all, sticking his tongue out to confirm what he’s done.

  “You’re a demon,” Jeongin says, closing his eyes. His body is against the door, completely numb.

  Hyunjin laughs and stands up. He looks at Jeongin, now at the same height, and gives him a quick kiss on the mouth, which still tastes like honey, but with lingering alcoholic traces of semen. He grabs the door key to unlock it, but Jeongin suddenly grabs his hand.

  “Wait,” he says. “D-Did you... Do you not want anything? You know…”

  “Do I want you to make me c@m?” Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. The silence from Jeongin is his answer. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “But…”

  Hyunjin silences him with another quick kiss.

  “If you don’t get ready in ten minutes, you won’t be here next Christmas,” the omega says.

  Then, Jeongin lets him leave. When he finds himself alone, he pulls up his pants and squats on his heels, burying his face in his sweaty hands.

  “F@ck, I’m so f@ck@d,” he says, already accepting his d@mnation.

  🎄🎁

  That year’s Christmas dinner was like all the others before it. Everyone stayed in the living room, talking and laughing about things that had happened too long ago for anyone other than the adults to remember. The lights on the Christmas tree blinked rhythmically, reflecting on the metallic ornaments and spreading soft, colorful glows across the walls. A sweet smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate filled the air, coming directly from the kitchen.

  When it was his turn for the gift exchange, Jeongin tore open the shiny wrapping paper and found a white sweater with a cute fox figure knitted on it, a gift from his Aunt Moonyoung. He laughed, embarrassed, but made sure to thank her with a warm hug. He felt the firm touch of her hands on his back and the familiar perfume that always made him think of childhood parties. Despite the affection in the gesture, Jeongin was absent from the moment. He didn’t even notice the quiet laughs around him when Hyunjin commented on how the sweater suited him, nor the excitement of the others opening their gifts.

  All that went through Jeongin’s head while they were in the room full of Christmas decorations was how he was losing his mind after what he had done with Felix in the bathroom and, soon after, with Hyunjin in the bedroom. The memories came like flashes, uninvited, intense and jumbled, and he desperately tried to bury them under the mantle of a cozy and innocent family moment. His fingers gripped the fabric of the sweater in his lap, and every now and then, he pinched his own thigh, just like he had done in the room, trying to convince himself that this wasn’t a dream. But the heat rising in his neck betrayed him, showing that it was all too real.

  Felix was sitting on the floor, not too far away, wearing immaculate white pants and a sweater with blue-green stripes. His blonde hair was carefully styled, with soft waves at the ends, giving him an almost ethereal look. His cheeks were flushed, his nose slightly red from the cold, and he smiled easily while helping Julie figure out the pieces of the puzzle she had received from Uncle Gangtae. It was a stark contrast to the intensity Jeongin had seen in his eyes hours earlier, when the silence in the bathroom was only filled with the irregular sound of their breaths and the wet, heated snaps of their kisses.

  Hyunjin, sitting on the adjacent couch, watched the scene with a lazy smile. He wore a t-shirt and black pants, the casual look hidden under a heavy denim jacket, which almost seemed out of place on him. Jeongin had never seen him wearing such closed-off clothes, and the contrast with the natural elegance of his movements made everything even more mesmerizing. Occasionally, Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the bangs from his face, and his eyes swept the room as if searching for something — or someone. When he made that movement with his hair, Jeongin remembered how he had tied those black strands high on his head so that his beautiful face would be free to suck his c@ck.

  Jeongin felt that every detail about the two of them was a silent provocation. Felix, with his seemingly innocent softness, and Hyunjin, with his carefree self-confidence, seemed to conspire to drive him even crazier. When their eyes met, Hyunjin’s lips curved into a slow, intentional smile. Jeongin quickly looked away, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. He tried to hide it by focusing on the sweater in his lap, but the heat that rose to his face betrayed him, showing that he wasn’t as okay as he wanted to appear.

  No matter how hard he tried, the memories kept coming back: Felix’s touch, Hyunjin’s smile, the hurried whispers. Everything seemed as surreal as the blinking lights on the Christmas tree, and Jeongin just hoped the dinner would end soon so he could bury himself in the sheets of his bed and lament his own stupidity for being so affected by it all.

  When dinner was finally served, there was still about an hour and a half before midnight, but the growling stomachs and the anticipation to taste all the dishes prepared throughout the day were the perfect excuse.

  Jeongin tried to focus on the plate in front of him, on the bitterness of the cuc@mber salad or the slightly sweet-sour taste of the roasted meat with sauce, but nothing seemed to pull him out of the spiral of sensations that pulsed under his skin.

  Felix was sitting on the other side of the table, his beautiful smile lighting up his freckled face while Julie showered him with compliments. Jeongin’s blood boiled when he saw his sister tuck a strand of Felix’s blonde hair behind his ear. The alpha’s eyes wandered over the scene, the memory of the omega’s warm and urgent body against his making his fingers tighten the edge of the table. Felix leaned forward to grab something from the serving platter in front of him, and the way his sweater lifted slightly with the movement, revealing a strip of pale skin near his navel, was enough to make Jeongin’s stomach churn. He looked so carefree, so adorable, so sweet and graceful, that it almost felt like a sin to think such s@xual things about him, although Jeongin knew he wanted it, he had asked Jeongin to hold him on his lap and it was him who kissed Jeongin first. In Hyunjin’s words, Felix was even worse, so the alpha didn’t know what to do with all these conflicting thoughts.

  Hyunjin, on the other hand, maintains his relaxed posture, now leaning back in the chair next to Jeongin, holding a glass of wine offered by Seungcheol, who didn't even let him taste it. "Wine only after nineteen, Jeongin," he said. Hyunjin isn’t talking much, but his eyes constantly wander across the table with almost calculated precision, lingering on Jeongin long enough to make him uneasy. Hyunjin has that subtle way of teasing, the corner-of-the-mouth smile that makes Jeongin's heart stumble every time he sees it. When he brings the glass to his lips, his long fingers holding the crystal with elegance, Jeongin feels a shiver. Those same lips had slowly descended on his skin hours before, and now they seem to carry a silent and dangerous invitation to repeat the gesture, especially when Hyunjin discreetly runs his tongue along the rim of the glass.

  "Are you alright, Jeongin?" his aunt Moonyoung’s voice pulls him back to reality. He needs a moment to process that he’s being observed while staring at Hyunjin.

  "Yes, yes, I was just thinking... about the sweater you gave me! It's really... comfortable," he responds with a forced smile while adjusting the gift still in his lap. Moonyoung laughs softly and goes back to talking to Jeonghan, but Jeongin can't help but glance at Felix, who seems to be holding back a smile after hearing the excuse Jeongin used to avoid the obviousness of the situation.

  Felix lifts his eyes, just for a moment, and the look they exchange is quick but sharp. There’s something there, an almost challenging reminder. Before Jeongin can react, Hyunjin leans toward him, as if wanting to reach for the wine bottle on the table, and murmurs quietly, just for him to hear:

  "You're thinking too much." His dragged voice and seductive tone carry a hint of amusement, as if Hyunjin knows exactly what's going on inside Jeongin’s head and is enjoying witnessing his despair.

  Jeongin doesn’t respond, he just swallows hard and looks away, focusing on his plate. The air around him feels heavier, thick with tension that only he seems to feel. The blinking lights of the Christmas tree now seem almost suffocating.

  He knows he needs to escape. The dinner is almost over. From the corner of his eye, he sees Hyunjin lean back in his chair again, satisfied, and Felix bring a bit of food to his lips gently. They know. And more than that, they seem to be enjoying the fact that Jeongin can’t hide how affected he is.

  The dinner ends, but the tension remains on Jeongin’s shoulders, like a stubborn shadow that the alpha knows will follow him until the two of them leave his house.

  🎄🎁

  Jeongin doesn’t bother checking the time on his phone when he gets up in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen. His throat is dry, almost painful, and although he wants to stay tucked under the covers, hoping that the sleepless night will pass, he forces himself to get out of bed.

  Stumbling, he leaves the room and shuts the door. His plan is to pass through the hallway, go down the stairs, drink a glass of water in the kitchen — hoping it’s empty this time — and return to the warm comfort of his own hideaway.

  His bare feet, despite the cold, touch the frozen wood, and with every step he takes down the hall, a voice whispers in his ear something he would rather ignore for the sake of his sanity.

  The guest room where Felix and Hyunjin are sleeping is close, almost at the beginning of the stairs, far enough from his parents’ room and Julie’s, as well as his own. Jeongin stops a few meters from the door, pressing his eyes tightly shut. It’s always them teasing him, it’s always Jeongin who’s the victim of their crafty and almost cruel provocations, and even though he tries to convince himself that none of that really means anything, he can’t control the heat rising up his spine whenever he thinks that, for the first time, he could be the one leading that dangerous game.

  But what is he thinking? Jeongin runs his hand through his messy hair, frustrated with himself. The two of them are inside, probably sleeping peacefully, unaware of the storm of feelings that’s been consuming him for two days. It’s foolish, he thinks. There’s nothing to be done, nothing to say. He can’t just walk into that room. He can’t do anything, especially when it’s not just Felix or Hyunjin, but both of them.

  Jeongin lets out a long, muffled sigh while biting his lower lip tightly, as if that could hold back his impulses. The idea, besides being absurd, is dangerous. He knows deep down he can barely handle one of them alone, let alone both. Reality hits him like an unexpected blow, and he shakes his head hard, trying to push any trace of that insane thought before it consumes him entirely.

  He starts walking again, determined to ignore the door to the room where the two reasons for his constant disturbance are, and get his water, so he can go back to being consumed by his tangled feelings in the warmth of his blankets.

  But Jeongin stops. He has to stop in front of that door, especially because it’s, strategically, slightly open. The tension intensifies around him, the darkness subtly contrasting with the soft yellow light of the table lamps, like beacons in the midst of the dimness. Jeongin knows this is a mistake. He knows he shouldn’t even be thinking about doing what he’s already doing, but the desire is uncontrollable, a force he can’t resist. In two days, he’s been incessantly teased, every glance, every word, every insinuating touch bringing him to the brink of explosion. And now, with that opportunity in front of him, the impulse to cross the door becomes irresistible. Even so, he hesitates.

  He doesn’t enter the room. Instead, Jeongin peeks through the crack in the door. What he sees sends a mix of aggressive sensations through his body, ranging from cold disbelief to electrifying desire.

  Jeongin’s legs shake as if made of jelly. The floor opens beneath his feet, the air feels thin. He swallows a dry lump of saliva in his mouth and blinks his eyes several times, trying to reason. Once again, he pinches his own skin, this time with much force, and the realization of reality, for the first time, seems blurry.

  In the bed, directly in front of the door, are the two omegas. Contrary to what Jeongin assumed, they aren’t sleeping peacefully, but rather, very much awake. They’re lying side by side, their bodies very close, pressed in a dirty friction, their legs intertwined and naked. The wet sound of their kisses echoes through the room, filled with the soft light from the lamps, reflecting off their bodies, covered by nothing but small and short silk shorts, which look like sleepwear sets. Hyunjin, Jeongin notices, is wearing a blue pair, slightly darker than the one he wore during the day, and Felix, a very light pink.

  Jeongin doesn’t realize how fast his heart is beating. Everything from here on out is about Hyunjin and Felix, lying in that bed, kissing each other with their legs entwined while rubbing their hips together.

  With his attentive eyes, the alpha watches as Hyunjin breaks the kiss with Felix. He starts to sniff the other omega’s neck, who moans softly at the contact. Hyunjin pushes his hip harder against Felix’s, so similar to what he did to Jeongin in the kitchen, and rubs his hand across his smooth chest. Felix, with his eyes closed, bites his lip in a clear sign of pleasure while enjoying the path Hyunjin is tracing with his nose along his neck. The yellow light reflects on the two of them as if they were the protagonists of a theatrical scene on a stage filled with darkness, where only they matter.

  Hyunjin climbs on top of Felix with fluid movements, positioning himself on all fours over the smaller body beneath him. The sound of kisses returns, more intense now, almost crackling in the air, as Jeongin watches in silence. From where he stands, the alpha can tell Hyunjin is trailing kisses down Felix’s torso. He pauses for a few seconds, and the gentle shift of his head makes it clear he’s pressing soft kisses against Felix’s nipples. Felix moves his hands eagerly along Hyunjin’s arms, his breath coming faster, the desire between them thick and unmistakable.

  Jeongin never thought he’d witness something so beautiful. The way their bodies move  — toned but delicate  — the sweet sounds of their moans as they share slow-burning pleasure, the golden sheen on their skin under the warm light, the way their hands explore one another’s bodies… It’s so beautiful it borders on obsession.

  He knows some omegas get involved with other omegas, just as some alphas do the same. It’s completely normal. Still, even though both of them have clearly dropped hints before, he never imagined that could be the case  — especially when they’ve been so shamelessly hitting on him, a definite alpha.

  After teasing Felix’s nipples, Hyunjin returns to his neck, ass still arched high in the air, facing directly toward the door. Jeongin watches as Felix slips his hand into the front of Hyunjin’s shorts, starting to stroke him through the cloth. Hyunjin moans  — high-pitched and drawn out  — tossing his head back. His black hair falls over the nape of his neck and just barely grazes the top of his spine. Jeongin wants to run his fingers through those dark strands again, to make sure not a single inch of skin goes unnoticed.

  Felix keeps up the caresses inside the shorts, looking at him with glazed, almost shadowed eyes  — so different from the bright, innocent ones Jeongin is used to seeing. Hyunjin’s shorts are bunched up, probably from the way he’s positioned. It’s just enough for Jeongin to glimpse the bottom curve of his sculpted ass, where it meets the defined lines of his thighs. Because the short’s fabric is so thin and soft, clinging to his body like a second skin, Jeongin clearly sees a glistening trail of slick sliding down Hyunjin’s thigh.

  He’s wet, Jeongin realizes, just like he was for him in the kitchen  — so wet he soaked through the shorts he wore that morning. But unlike before, this isn’t because of Jeongin. It’s because of Felix  — another omega  — who’s touching him like that and whispering into his ear, his mouth hot against his skin.

  Jeongin is already hard, leaking, and he can’t look away.

  "F@ck me with your fingers," Hyunjin pleads, and Jeongin hears it clearly when he speaks to Felix, who raises a brow at him. "And with your tongue…"

  Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut, breath unsteady.

  Felix smirks and flips Hyunjin over on the bed. That surprises the alpha. Around him, Felix is usually so reserved, always acting like Hyunjin’s the one in charge. But now, that seductive air Hyunjin always carries seems to shift to Felix, who climbs on top of him and presses the red marks of his knees  — Jeongin suspects they’re from a bl@wj@b  — to the sides until Hyunjin is spread open.

  Felix pulls his shorts down, but Jeongin doesn’t get to see Hyunjin’s naked body because Felix is blocking the view. All he can see is Felix’s slim form lying on his stomach between Hyunjin’s legs, his feet up in the air as he grips his calves.

  That head of blond hair lowers until Jeongin sees him take Hyunjin’s c@ck into his mouth, making him throw his head back into the pillows and bite his lower lip. A moan tears out from deep in his throat, and his torso shudders from the heat of Felix’s mouth.

  Felix teases him with his tongue, grazes his teeth gently along the shaft, then holds him deep in his throat for a few seconds, eyes locked on Hyunjin’s face like he’s waiting for him to beg.

  "Please," Hyunjin gasps, voice breathless, brows furrowed like he’s in pain or on edge  — or maybe both. "Please, Lix, baby…"

  Jeongin, helplessly watching, can’t stop gripping himself through his pants. He doesn’t know what else to do.

  Felix seems to grant Hyunjin’s plea. Jeongin sees him release one of Hyunjin’s calves and bring his hand down between those long legs. Hyunjin’s expression softens for a moment, but then twists again  — Felix has two fingers inside him, sliding in easily, slick, giving Hyunjin nothing but pleasure. He’s always been so good with his fingers, so skilled with his mouth, with everything he does, that Hyunjin can’t help but love him for it.

  "This how you want it, Hyunie?" Jeongin hears Felix’s voice for the first time. It’s deep, husky  — so low it makes the alpha’s skin prickle even from afar. "Want me to f@ck you up with my fingers nice and deep?"

  Hyunjin nods desperately as Felix’s elbow moves with steady rhythm, the wet sound of it filling the room and echoing in Jeongin’s ears. Felix adds another finger, pushing in as far as he can, and Hyunjin arches up off the bed. That’s when Jeongin finally sees him  — exposed now, chest lean and defined, nipples hard, c@ck flushed and pressed against his stomach. He’s so perfect, Jeongin thinks he might die. Literally.

  "Lix," Hyunjin whimpers, tugging at Felix’s blond hair. "Your tongue…"

  He wants it so badly  — this is the second time he asks. But Felix yanks his hand away from Hyunjin’s hair, shoving it aside with force. Jeongin’s eyes widen.

  "Why?" Hyunjin whines, still moaning around Felix’s fingers.

  "Because you always want everything the second you ask for it," Felix replies, pulling his fingers out without warning.

  Hyunjin’s brows draw together, lips trembling into a pout, and Jeongin swears he sees tears in his eyes.

  "Please," Hyunjin begs again, reaching for Felix desperately. He leans forward, but the other omega dodges his touch.

  Now Jeongin understands what Hyunjin meant when he said Felix was worse.

  Felix grabs Hyunjin’s wrists and pins them above his head, straddling his lap. He sits squarely on his hard c@ck, still clad in tight shorts. Hyunjin parts his lips in a moan. Felix moves his hips slowly  — so slow Jeongin has to focus to catch how his thighs shift for momentum. Beneath him, Hyunjin starts to sweat, helpless to do anything but moan.

  "Is this how you ground against his c@ck?" Felix whispers, pressing down harder with his hips. "Did you push your ass back and let him f@ck you through your shorts?"

  Hyunjin doesn’t answer. Felix stops moving entirely.

  "Yes!" Hyunjin cries out, nodding frantically. "Yes, yes, yes."

  With that, Felix starts rocking again.

  "I bet you bent over for him," he teases. "Begging him to f@ck you."

  Hyunjin doesn’t deny it. Felix’s movements are so controlled, so commanding, he’s left with no strength to lie.

  "Lix," Hyunjin moans again, this time undoubtedly crying. "He smelled like you."

  "And that’s the only reason you did all that?" Felix asks, though it’s not really a question. Hyunjin shakes his head, unable to lie  — he did it because more than anything, he wanted a taste of him.

  Jeongin hears it all, stunned, hand on his rock-hard c@ck but frozen. He can’t move. He can’t even think.

  Felix keeps riding Hyunjin slowly, back muscles flexing, slim waist rolling with perfect control.

  "So you wanted him to f@ck you," Felix says. With his free hand, he grabs Hyunjin’s cheeks firmly. Hyunjin nods, tears still streaking down his flushed face. "I get it, Hyunie. He’s so f@ck@ng hot," Felix murmurs, drawn-out and breathy. "Hot and strong."

  "And his c@ck is so big," Hyunjin adds as soon as Felix lets go of his face, pushing his hips upward for more contact. "I could barely take it."

  Felix chuckles before replying,

  "I know you. Don’t try that 'I could barely take it' line on me. You suck that c@ck so good, didn’t you? Until he was brushing your throat. Isn’t that right?"

  Hyunjin can’t speak. Felix has him so undone, the words vanish before he can form them.

  "Isn’t that right, Ayen-ah?"

  Jeongin, still standing in the doorway, feels his heart stop.

  Felix turns his head over his shoulder until he’s looking directly at Jeongin, half-hidden behind the door. Jeongin sees that same bright smile  — so innocent and delicate  — stretch across his face. Hyunjin is breathing heavily while Felix looks at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world, as if they’re just talking about manga and random things again, and not as if Jeongin is witnessing an intimate moment between the two  — and worse, gripping his c@ck over his pants.

  Jeongin thinks about running away, bolting back to his room and locking himself in there until they leave in two days. He wants to hide from both of them, wants their presence to stop pressing down on his shoulders like a weight he can barely carry. The fear of facing them, of hearing their voices or feeling their eyes on him, seems unbearable. Jeongin knows running is cowardly, but right now, it feels like his only option.

  He swallows hard. Just before he can spin on his heel and retreat into his own bubble of shame, Felix speaks again:

  "Come in, Ayen!" he calls, laughing lightly. "I think Hyunie will only admit it if you’re here as a witness."

  Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut. He can’t even begin to measure how deep in trouble he is right now, but somehow, as if his feet move on their own, he steps through the half-open door and closes it behind him. Now, he’s inside the room, staring through the partial darkness at Felix’s body still straddling a breathless Hyunjin, who looks startled to see him.

  "You left the door open?" Hyunjin whispers, eyes fixed on the other omega in his lap. Jeongin barely hears it. "What if someone else saw, Lix? You know my mom..."

  Felix laughs, leaning down to silence Hyunjin with a kiss.

  "Relax, Hyunie. No one saw," Felix replies, his voice light, as if the whole situation is the most natural thing in the world. He licks his lips, his eyes glinting. "Besides, now we’ve got Ayen here. He’s not gonna tell anyone, right?"

  Jeongin feels the weight of both their eyes on him, a knot forming in his stomach. He opens his mouth to answer, but no words come out. The lamplight seems like a veil, barely masking the tension hanging between the three of them. The air is thick  — not just because of what just happened, but because of the flood of emotions surging from within Jeongin, aggressive and unnamed.

  "Right, Ayen?" Felix presses, smiling as if it’s all a joke, but his eyes are sharp  — almost challenging.

  Hyunjin, still holding Felix’s thighs in his lap, finally turns his eyes toward Jeongin. His expression is a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, but he says nothing. Jeongin realizes it’s on him to break the silence, and that only makes him more nervous.

  "I… I didn’t..." Jeongin stammers, feeling his face heat up. He wants to disappear, but there’s nowhere to run now. The room feels smaller, the air heavier. "I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just... I just got here, I..."

  "No need to lie, Ayen," Felix says, swinging one leg over and then the other to step off Hyunjin.

  Jeongin takes in the sight of Hyunjin lying on the bed, legs spread, his lean, sweaty torso exposed, black hair spilled across the pillow. His face is flushed, cheeks and nose so red it’s obvious he’s been crying from Felix’s teasing. His c@ck drips with prec@m, and Jeongin can clearly see the shimmering, translucent slick pooling on the sheets beneath him.

  The room smells like the same mix of peach and honey, and the alpha salivates at the thought of tasting those flavors on both of their lips.

  "I knew you’d come," Felix says, now standing close to Jeongin. He reaches out and takes the alpha’s hand, pulling him closer to the bed where Hyunjin lies.

  "You… you knew?" Jeongin asks, dazed, still trying to make sense of what’s happening.

  "I think I’ve got a sixth sense," Felix laughs, covering his mouth with his free hand.

  How can he be like this? Jeongin wonders.

  "Ayen," Hyunjin murmurs from the bed.

  He looks different from the past few days. Hyunjin usually presents himself to Jeongin as a bold, daring omega  — maybe even reckless, if he were to put it plainly. But now, he looks so fragile that Jeongin feels the urge to test his limits, to see just how far he can go  — the same way they did with him.

  "Tell him, Hyunie," Felix says, bringing it back to the reason Jeongin ended up in that room in the first place. "Tell him you wanted to choke on his c@ck, and that it wasn’t just because he smelled like me."

  Hyunjin runs his tongue over his lips, and Jeongin sees a small smirk form at the corner of his mouth.

  "I really wanted to," he admits. "I’ve wanted to suck your c@ck since the moment I got here, Ayen."

  "See?" Felix laughs, glancing at the alpha. They’re still holding hands. "I knew he wouldn’t deny it in front of you, Ayen. He’s just so… stubborn with me, you know?"

  "I…" Jeongin starts, drawing in a breath so he can finish his sentence. "I don’t know what you guys want. Did you bring me here just to watch you having sex? Like… God! You’re both omegas and doing all this, I never would’ve imagined!"

  "What’s the problem with us being omegas?" Felix asks, brow furrowed. "It’s not like you’ve got some kind of prejudice, right?"

  "What?! No! I thought… F@ck, it’s amazing. You’re so… So f@ck@ng hot… I could watch you like this all night."

  The silence that follows is heavy, but it doesn’t last long. Felix arches an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile, while Hyunjin stays frozen in place  — eyes glazed with lust and cheeks flushed red.

  "Seriously?" Felix laughs, tilting his head, disbelief dancing in his voice. "You’re being serious, Ayen?"

  Jeongin’s throat goes dry, but something in Felix’s defiant gaze makes his resolve falter even more. He looks away, scratches the back of his neck, then shrugs like he’s already accepted there’s no turning back.

  "Yeah," he mutters, voice hoarse, almost inaudible. "You’re both too d@mn beautiful and I’ve been losing my mind for two days. So if you two don’t want to take this any further, just let me go and I’ll try to move on. But if you do"  — he chuckles nervously at the thought of staying  — "then I’m gonna be the luckiest d@mn alpha in this city."

  "You think you can handle it, Ayen?" Felix asks, leaning forward, eyes fixed on Jeongin like he’s ready to devour him whole. "You think you can take care of me and Hyunie? Both of us?"

  Jeongin swallows hard, not quite sure how to answer. He’s never imagined himself in a situation like this  — about to have sex for the first time, and with two omegas. With his cousins, no less.

  "I… I don't know," he admits, with an uncomfortable honesty. "Maybe? I… damn."

  "You can do this, Ayen," Hyunjin says, reaching out for him and spreading his legs a bit more. Jeongin holds his breath when he feels his hand being pulled up onto the bed.

  The alpha places one knee, then the other on the mattress, positioning himself beside Hyunjin. Felix follows suit, stopping close to him. Hyunjin lifts his upper body, his face filled with anticipation. There's a small damp spot on the gray comforter, a clear sign of how h@rny he is.
 
  Jeongin's heart begins to pound faster. His stomach churns, and his arousal is already firm and straining against his pants, eager for the slightest touch. He tosses his black tank top aside, and that makes Felix, grinning, follow by slipping out of his pants, dragging them down over his toned legs. By the time Jeongin realizes it, he's in nothing but his underwear, on the bed, with the omegas from his dreams  — on the verge of f@ck them.

  "Alright," Felix says, crawling over to Hyunjin’s side on the mattress, both now facing Jeongin. The alpha’s chest rises and falls heavily, almost like it might cave in under the pressure. "Hyunjin talked about your size so much, now I want a taste too."

  Jeongin throws his head back. Nervous, hands trembling, he lowers his underwear, finally revealing himself. Felix and Hyunjin glance at each other, and Jeongin thinks they’re deciding who’ll go first. He couldn’t be more wrong — they’re not choosing anything.

  At the same time, both lie on their stomachs on the mattress, their faces just inches from him. Jeongin breathes heavily, running his hands through his tousled brown hair. He's sweating. Looking down, he meets their eyes, shining with dirty lust, cheeks flushed with heat.

  Felix’s freckles stand out even more now, bright against his blushing skin, just like Hyunjin’s cheeks. Their lips, red and glistening, seem to signal what’s about to happen — and when it does, Jeongin feels his whole world shift.

  Almost in sync, Felix and Hyunjin kiss the sensitive tip of him. Their tongues swirl around the glistening skin, then slowly trail down the length, following every warm vein. Felix keeps his eyes open, gazing up, while Hyunjin closes his, brows knit in pleasure — as if he's feeling just as much as Jeongin is.

  "God, you two are going to ruin me," the alpha says, gripping handfuls of their hair. The long strands get in the way a little, so Jeongin makes sure to brush them aside, not wanting anything to come between those beautiful mouths and him.

  They move lower, down to the base. Felix teases gently, trailing his tongue around his c@ck, nearly brushing lower, while Hyunjin plants slow, wet kisses along the veins. They move together, taking turns going up and down, one on each side. As they move back up, their tongues meet at the top, and that’s enough for them to start a kiss  — with Jeongin in the middle of it all.

  He struggles to hold back, feeling himself twitch, nearly losing control. To break the spell, he glances away from the indecent scene — the two omegas kissing with messy tongues, Felix biting Hyunjin’s lower lip, both of their ass arched beautifully in front of him, tempting and delicate.

  When they finally break that messy, wet kiss, Hyunjin is the first to take him in again. Jeongin feels a flash of déjà vu from earlier, when Hyunjin knelt down and showed so much hunger. It’s the same warm, soft pressure, the same flickers of sound vibrating through him. He bites his lip hard, almost to the point of pain, doing everything he can not to let go…

  "Wait," Jeongin tugs Hyunjin's hair gently to guide him away from his c@ck. "I don't want to c@m yet.”

  "Sorry," Hyunjin says, wiping a stray trail of moisture from his chin with the back of his hand.

  Felix doesn’t seem fazed by Jeongin’s warning. Now it's his turn. He leans forward, on all fours in front of Jeongin, back arched toward Hyunjin. Carefully, he takes the Jeongin’s c@ck into his mouth and lowers himself until he's pressing deep. Jeongin feels his stomach flip. Felix's mouth is a little smaller, a bit snugger, and — heaven help him — maybe even warmer than Hyunjin’s.

  Felix works with care, his tongue curling expertly, hands gripping Jeongin's thighs. Behind him, Hyunjin lowers the shorts Felix is still wearing, bringing the three of them to an equal state of undress.

  Trying to keep his eyes open, Jeongin watches as Hyunjin places both hands on Felix’s hips and buries his face between them. The sound Felix lets out sends vibrations through Jeongin, making him suck in a sharp breath.

  "God," he mutters, fingers twisting into Felix’s blonde hair. "I’m… I’m gonna c@m."

  Felix can’t answer — he couldn’t even if he wanted to. His hips rock gently against Hyunjin’s mouth, while Hyunjin, looking over Felix’s back, locks eyes with Jeongin.

  "Is he as good as he looks?" Jeongin asks, a bit more at ease now. Hyunjin nods, squeezing Felix’s hips, as Felix continues with determined focus. "Yeah… I’m getting close."

  Hearing that, and feeling Jeongin begin to tense, Felix quickly pulls away. Jeongin freezes.

  "I want to see you c@m while you're inside Hyunie first," Felix says, still leaning forward, feeling Hyunjin's tongue lick behind him. "Then I’ll ride you while he sits on your face. Got it?"

  Jeongin gulps and nods quickly, following Felix’s lead, just as Hyunjin had before.

  Hyunjin lifts his head, more flushed than before. His lips and chin are damp, the scent of peaches filling the air. He crawls to Jeongin and, all of a sudden, kisses him hard, making him taste Felix on his tongue. Jeongin, who was already on edge seconds ago, nearly loses it as the sweetness hits his mouth. Hyunjin holds his face with both hands, desperate for his kiss  — and for all of him.

  "Can Ayen f@ck me now?" Hyunjin asks between kisses. For a moment, Jeongin thinks he's asking him  — but no, he’s asking Felix, who's watching them from where he sits.

  "Of course," Felix answers. At his word, Hyunjin beams and grabs Jeongin’s neck.

  "Please," Hyunjin whispers, climbing into his lap. "I need you to put all it inside my hole, Ayen."

  "Wait," Jeongin tries to dodge Hyunjin’s trail of kisses. "I don’t… I don’t have a condom."

  "I don’t want one," Hyunjin murmurs.

  "What? But… No, I can’t."

  "You’re really going to stop because of that?" Felix, now on his knees, leans forward until he’s on all fours, staring into Jeongin’s eyes.

  "It’s unsafe," Jeongin says, his eyes nearly closed as Hyunjin’s kisses move down his neck.

  "It’s not unsafe," Hyunjin counters. Now in Jeongin’s lap, so close to the hole he’s craved for days, the alpha feels like he might throw all caution to the wind. "It’s just warm and tight."

  "God," Jeongin swears again, sweat dripping hot from his brow. "Fine. I’ll f@ck you now."

  Hyunjin smiles and lifts his chest until it presses against Jeongin’s, both of them slick with heat. The omega feels like he’s burning up, and being in bed with Felix, his greatest love, and Jeongin, the alpha he’s wanted so badly, only fuels the fire surging through him.

  "How do you want him, Ayen?" Felix whispers into Jeongin’s ear, teasing with a flick of his tongue. "Bent over? Sitting on your lap? Or do you want to see his flushed little face while you f@ck his ass slow?"

  Jeongin lets out a dry laugh. Did he really have to choose? It was his first time  — he didn’t even know what would feel best. But then he thinks of Hyunjin in the kitchen, the way he bent over, how his back looked tight and graceful. He imagines holding his hair, gripping his thighs, pressing his face into the pillow.

  "O-On all fours," Jeongin manages after steadying his breath. He looks into Hyunjin’s eyes. "I want him on all fours for me."

  "You heard him, baby," Felix instructs.

  Hyunjin nods immediately at Felix’s voice. He climbs off Jeongin’s lap and turns around, lowering his chest to the soft mattress and arching his hips high, giving the alpha a full view — not just of his back, but of the soft, warm, wet and inviting space between. Felix had done a good job preparing him, Jeongin thinks. Hyunjin looks more than ready, so much so that Jeongin doubts he’ll need much effort to put inside him at all.

  Jeongin kneels behind the omega. Felix lies beside Hyunjin, brushing the dark hair from his flushed, tear-streaked face. He presses a tender kiss to his trembling lips, a comforting gesture.

  The alpha swallows hard, places his hands on Hyunjin’s ass, and parts him gently. When he sees the tasty hole before him, he nearly finishes right then. Gripping his d@ck, he presses in slowly, stopping as the heat envelops him.

  "Holy f@ck," Jeongin exhales, pushing his c@ck inside Hyunjin as he moans, clinging to Felix’s neck. "Oh… I’m gonna — "

  "Don’t c@m yet," Felix warns, sharp and commanding, with a hint of smugness that makes Jeongin want to wipe that look off his face.

  Jeongin stands still for a few seconds, trying to hold back his climax as long as he can. Felix and Hyunjin keep kissing, and when Jeongin finally comes to, Hyunjin is already grinding his hips against his length, until he takes him in fully. The alpha grips his ass firmly, feeling how warm and tight it is inside.

  He’s imagined his first time countless times. He thought it would be awkward, a complete mess, and that he probably wouldn’t even be able to enjoy such a huge moment in his life. But this… this is so much more than he ever wished for. Jeongin is completely delirious just from being inside Hyunjin. He feels his c@ck throbbing in him. The sight of the two omegas kissing so sweetly, one impaled on his c@ck and the other waiting eagerly to be taken, makes Jeongin’s ego swell more than ever.

  This is for him. Just for him.

  He starts experimenting with his movements, slow and measured, thrusting into Hyunjin in between pauses to regain his sanity. Each time he pushes his hips forward, Hyunjin meets him halfway, as if craving more of that contact. Felix and Hyunjin break their kiss, and Felix lies down in front of him, spreading his legs and guiding Hyunjin’s head toward his c@ck. Hyunjin takes Felix into his mouth without needing a single word. As Jeongin f@cks him, he sucks the other omega off, lost in his own pleasure, completely surrendered, like he no longer has control over his own actions. It’s as if he’s nothing more than a vessel for raw pleasure, and he loves every bit of that thought.

  "How does it feel?" Felix asks, locking eyes with the alpha, who begins thrusting harder.

  "He’s amazing, isn’t he?"

  "Yeah," Jeongin swallows a moan. "He’s perfect."

  "I can barely handle it when I’m the one f@ck@ng him. Our Hyunie is so tight and so..." he moans, voice deep and low, when Hyunjin drags his teeth along the sensitive head. "And his c@ck feels incredible, too. It’s thick and big and fits so well in my mouth. You should see how much fun we have, Ayen... When we press our c@cks together and rub against each other, so wet and warm... I love riding him so much when we’re still fully dressed, feeling the slick dripping from his little hole just because of me. F@ck, sometimes I wish I were an alpha, just to breed him the way he deserves."

  "F@ck, stop talking," Jeongin growls, landing a hard slap on Hyunjin’s ass. He lets Felix’s c@ck slip from his mouth just to moan, long and drawn out, then gets right back to work.

  "Are you close?" Felix asks, caressing Hyunjin’s cheek as he sucks him off. Jeongin nods rapidly.

  Jeongin leans down to grab a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair. He wraps his hand around the dark strands and pulls his head back, making him let go of Felix’s c@ck with a wet sound. Now free, Hyunjin moans without restraint, and for a split second, Jeongin worries about the people in the house. He quickly reassures himself (or just stops caring) when he remembers the distance between rooms is decent and the door is shut tight.

  "A-Ayen," Hyunjin moans, clutching the blanket as his body rocks forward and back. Jeongin is thrusting hard, still a bit unsteady from inexperience, but definitely doing a good job.

  Jeongin nearly growls when Hyunjin buries his face in the mattress and muffles a painful whimper. Felix is stroking him while he’s getting f@ck@d.

  "I’m gonna c@m," Jeongin says, pushing Hyunjin’s ass forward to pull out, but Hyunjin stops him. He suddenly lifts his torso and grabs Felix’s hand to do the same. He presses his back to Jeongin’s chest, one hand gripping the alpha’s neck, elbow pointed upward.

  "L-Let me take it off... I can’t c@m inside you."

  Jeongin’s eyes roll back, stomach tightening. Every time he threatens to stop, Hyunjin pushes his ass back against him.

  "C@m inside me," Hyunjin begs, so needy Jeongin thinks he sees stars. "Please. Please, Ayen... I want all your c@m inside me."

  Jeongin can’t hold back any longer. The @rg@sm that’s been building since he started peeking through that cracked door finally takes over. He bites into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he c@ms, still feeling him slowly grind on his c@ck. The alpha’s eyes roll shut, his hands tremble, and his fingers swell with the blood rushing through his body. The world spins around him, the heat inside Hyunjin gripping his overly sensitive c@ck. He c@ms harder than he ever has, even more than the times he came in Hyunjin’s mouth.

  Felix watches, clinging to Hyunjin, placing gentle kisses on his face and neck, his hand stroking Hyunjin’s rock-hard, still aching c@ck that hasn’t found release yet.

  When Jeongin finishes, he pulls out, and Hyunjin moans from the loss of contact.

  "Show him how full your hole are," Felix whispers in his ear.

  Hyunjin leans forward, getting back on all fours. Jeongin runs his hands through his hair, in disbelief at what he’s seeing. In that position, Jeongin’s c@m starts leaking out of Hyunjin, who pushes it out with soft moans. Suddenly, he sees Felix’s short fingers massaging Hyunjin’s stretched and slick entrance, coated in lube and c@m. The alpha thinks not even the dirtiest p@rn could match this sight.

  "Think you can f@ck me?" Felix asks, wrapping Hyunjin’s body in a tender hug. "Or did Hyunie wear you out?"

  "I can do this," Jeongin nods without hesitation. Maybe it’s the constant state of arousal over the past few days, but his c@ck isn’t completely soft. He still feels blood pulsing in that area, and he’s sure he can f@ck Felix.

  "Then lie down," Felix orders. "I’m gonna ride you."

  Jeongin can’t do anything but obey, even though deep down he knows Felix’s bossiness is something that’ll need taming eventually.

  He lies down with his head away from the headboard, and moments later, Felix climbs on top of him, placing both hands on his chest, which rises and falls with every breath.

  "Take a deep breath," Felix smirks. Hyunjin crawls toward them.

  Jeongin’s vision darkens when Felix, so effortlessly, slides his c@ck inside him. The alpha thinks he’s going to die, with no irony or exaggeration. His heart nearly stops, and his fingers start tingling, almost as if he’s having an anxiety attack. He’s even tighter than Hyunjin, so wet and hot. Jeongin feels his c@ck being massaged by that perfect grip, and everything intensifies when Felix rises and lowers himself for the first time, his hands wandering curiously over Jeongin’s strong torso.

  "Kiss me, Ayen," Hyunjin whispers, lying beside him.

  Jeongin pulls the omega’s nape toward him and kisses him with all his strength, feeling Felix roll his hips slowly on his c@ck.

  The two cousins really are full of surprises. It’s honestly incredible how different they are in bed compared to how they act in daily life. Hyunjin, who always carries himself with a provocative, commanding air, now waits for instructions and permission to do anything. He moans sweetly and begs, fragile between them. Felix, who has the softest, kindest personality — always smiling wide and fluttering like the biggest social butterfly Jeongin has ever met — is a little dominant in the making, someone who even f@cks Hyunjin. Jeongin feels deceived, but more than that, he feels thrilled by this drastic reversal of roles.

  He should’ve known, in the end. Hyunjin would’ve f@ck@d him right there in that kitchen if not for Julie. The omega had asked Jeongin to pull down his shorts, and God knows he would’ve done it and taken him right then and there. Felix, on the other hand, had deliberately stopped what they were doing in the bathroom. His self-control had been strong enough for him to climb off the alpha’s lap and tell him to leave. Hyunjin wouldn’t have been able to. He was already waiting in Jeongin’s room, desperate to taste his c@ck.

  Felix is the mastermind behind it all — this wicked little plan to drive Jeongin insane — even going so far as to leave the door open so he could watch them playing on the bed.

  While Hyunjin sucks on his tongue and teases his nipples with clever fingers, Felix bounces on his c@ck. He doesn’t just grind — he slams down hard, switching between fast and slow. With each motion, Jeongin feels his world flicker a little more. The sensations overwhelm him — the honeyed taste of Hyunjin’s kiss, the almost-cruel teasing of his nipples, the feeling of his c@ck sliding in and out of Felix as he moans…

  Jeongin dares to open his eyes when Hyunjin shifts his kisses to his neck. Felix looks like a vision. His satin skin glows under the light, slick with sweat and utterly flawless. His blond hair is damp, clinging to his face, and his eyes are shut tight, as if from pain or intense pleasure. When he bounces, his chest moves subtly with the impact — just like his c@ck, which bobs stiff against his belly, glistening with pre-c@m pooling at the tip.

  "That’s it," Felix moans. "Feels so good, Ayen… You feel so good inside me…"

  Jeongin grips his thighs and thrusts upward, deepening the contact. Felix brings his hand to his mouth, muffling a moan that almost bursts out as a scream, and stops for a moment to catch his breath.

  "F@ck, don’t stop," Jeongin says, still feeling Hyunjin’s kisses trailing down his neck, across his collarbone, to his nipples. "I want to breeding you up too… I want to see it dripping from your little hole."

  Felix smiles and starts rocking his hips again, this time more gently.

  "I thought it was dangerous… mm… to c@m inside."

  "I don’t care anymore," Jeongin says. "F@ck it."

  "F@ck it, Ayen?" Felix moves a little faster. "F@ck it as in just knock us up?"

  "Is that what you want?" Jeongin slaps his thigh hard. His theory is finally confirmed. The red imprint of five fingers appears instantly. Felix doesn’t answer. Neither does Hyunjin.

  "You said he was going to ride my face… I want that."

  "You’re such a perv," Felix smirks. "He wants to eat you out, Hyunie. Let him taste his own cum."

  Hyunjin, clearly eager, swings one leg over Jeongin’s torso, facing Felix. Jeongin swallows hard at the sight of the omega’s ass right in front of his face. He’s really going to eat him out — right there — while Felix bounces on his c@ck. This has to be a dream.

  Felix starts rolling his hips again, and Jeongin grabs Hyunjin’s ass. First, he bites one of those soft, beautiful cheeks hard, drawing out a moan that’s equal parts pain and pleasure. Then, finally, he sticks out his tongue and lets Hyunjin push back against his mouth.

  The two omegas, face to face, lean in for a wet, sensual kiss. Jeongin is losing his mind, tasting the boozy tang of his own cum still dripping from Hyunjin, mixed with the sweet honey of his slick. Electric waves still run through his body.

  Felix grinds on Jeongin's c@ck. Hyunjin grinds on his face. And in the middle of it all, they kiss and touch each other, jerking themselves off in perfect rhythm. It’s too much all at once.

  It feels like they’re in perfect sync. Jeongin feels the tingling return, spreading through his limbs as Felix and Hyunjin increase their pace, each riding a different part of him. Their moans grow more desperate, more needy, and before Jeongin realizes it, he’s c@mm@ng hard inside Felix while both omegas climax in each other’s hands.

  It’s suffocating  — not just because Hyunjin is literally sitting on his face, but because Jeongin isn’t used to this level of stimulation. Without any exaggeration, he almost passes out from c@mm@ng a second time.

  Hyunjin and Felix climb off his body and settle on either side of his chest, curling up there. Jeongin tries to wrap his trembling arms around them, his vision blurred. He starts to feel small kisses on his face, damp with Hyunjin’s slick. He can’t say anything — not yet.

  All he can think is that this feeling of completeness and closeness seems to fill him to the brim. The warmth of the omegas’ bodies against his, the gentle touches and affectionate gestures are disorienting, as if they’ve broken through whatever barrier of rationality Jeongin is still trying to maintain.

  His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, while he still feels playful tongues and soft kisses trying to comfort him after so much teasing and stimulation. His blurry eyes fix on the ceiling for a moment, trying to make sense of everything that’s just happened. It’s intense — almost too much — but at the same time, he doesn’t want it to end.

  Felix whispers something softly, but Jeongin can’t make it out. Everything feels like a blur of sensations, a mix of exhaustion, pleasure, and emotion. He lets out a shaky breath and finally catches what Felix is saying:

  "Kiss me, ayen..."

  Only then does Jeongin realize he hasn’t kissed Felix yet. At least, not the way he wants to. He’s kissed Hyunjin plenty, who seems to really enjoy it. Really enjoy it, considering he barely took his tongue out of Jeongin’s mouth. But Felix hasn’t given him his kiss yet, too caught up in all that cruel teasing.

  Jeongin leans in toward the omega, one hand dragging across the back of his sweat-damp neck. His own face is still slick with Hyunjin’s slippery fluid, shining under the low light of the room. Felix smiles, looking eager to taste his lips — and, on top of that, taste the remnants Hyunjin left on them.

  They kiss, finally. At first, it’s just a soft meeting of mouths, but soon Felix pushes into the alpha’s mouth with a skilled tongue. They deepen the kiss, both aggressive and lazy at once. Jeongin lets out a hoarse sigh at the contact, lost in the sensation of Felix’s lips on his. The scent of honey and peach still lingers in the air, intoxicating him with every breath.

  Felix moans into his mouth, tilting his head to change the angle of the kiss, his fingers digging into Jeongin’s sweaty skin like he’s afraid he might pull away.

  Hyunjin, still curled against the other side of Jeongin’s chest, slowly inches closer, until within seconds, the sharp angle of his nose is brushing against the alpha’s cheek. He’s jealous, Jeongin guesses, but he can’t tell if it’s jealousy over him or over Felix.

  Felix smiles when he notices what the other omega wants and pulls him in by the nape of his neck, guiding Hyunjin into the kiss. The three of them start kissing in a tangle of tongues and spit, and before they know it, they can no longer tell whose mouth tastes like what.

  When they finally pull apart, they laugh, drunk on pleasure, drunk on each other.

  The alpha watches as Felix tends to Hyunjin afterward. How he wipes his body and kisses his neck with tenderness. Hyunjin looks so comfortable in Felix’s arms, and Felix in his — as if they truly are each other’s other half.

  Jeongin smiles at their love. Smiles at what they are together.

  He looks away for a moment, as if such a beautiful love is something sacred, not to be stared at for too long. Still, a soft smile lingers on his lips. He doesn’t feel envy or unease; he feels joy. Joy at witnessing the strength of the bond between Felix and Hyunjin.

  It’s something rare, something special, and Jeongin knows he’s lucky to be part of it, even in a roundabout way. The thought brings a fresh warmth to his chest and he lets himself close his eyes for a moment, sealing the image in his memory.

  The sound of their quiet laughter fills the room, a gentle echo of happiness that seems to seep into Jeongin’s own skin. He moves closer slowly, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching them as their hands intertwine in a natural, easy gesture.

  "I’m gonna let you guys sleep," says the alpha, still naked, just like them.

  "Okay," Felix murmurs. Jeongin sees that sweet, gentle Felix return to his face — the one from the past few days — so different from the dominant personality that had taken over just minutes ago.

  Jeongin dresses quickly and turns back to them.

  "Sleep well, ayen," says Hyunjin with a small smile when he sees the alpha dressed.

  "You too," he replies, lightly touching Felix’s cheek and then Hyunjin’s nose.

  He turns to leave the room. Still facing away, he catches the soft sounds of their laughter. When he glances back one last time, he catches sight of the omegas rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss, a sweet, innocent gesture. Jeongin smiles and leaves the room, happy.
 
  🎄🎁

  Jeongin doesn’t even tell Seungmin what happened on that Christmas Eve. He once imagined that when he lost his virginity — especially under such circumstances — his best friend would be the first to know. But Jeongin doesn’t think it’s something he needs to share, especially after what he sees between Felix and Hyunjin.

  He knows that relationships between omegas are still heavily judged, and Jeongin doesn’t want to expose them like that. He imagines their love is something beautiful, and if it’s ever going to be shared with someone else besides him, it should come from them, not from an outsider. So Jeongin decides to keep that night just in his memory.

  "So... see you soon?" says Hyunjin, standing in front of Jeongin. He’s holding his backpack on one shoulder and wearing a small smile on his rosy lips. Before Jeongin can answer, Felix bounds down the stairs in little hops and stops beside his cousin.

  "Saying goodbye to Ayen?" he asks.

  "Yeah," Hyunjin replies. "I’m going to miss you."

  "I’ll miss you too," Jeongin answers with a sigh. "It was really nice having you both here."

  "Even after all the trouble we gave you?" Felix whispers, tilting his head toward the alpha.

  "Well, yeah — " Jeongin rolls his eyes playfully. "I usually don’t like Christmas, you know? Too many people in the house, no privacy, and all the chaos that comes with the season. I don’t feel happy during Christmas. But this year was different with you two here."

  "That’s great, Ayen," Felix says, sounding cheerful. "Green light to come back next year, Hyunie."

  "Of course!" Hyunjin exclaims, excited.

  "Coming back next year?" Julie, walking by with one of Moonyoung’s suitcases, perks up at the conversation. "You mean you’re planning to return?"

  "I think so," Felix says with a shy little laugh. "Would you like that?"

  Oh, no f@ck@ng way. Jeongin rolls his eyes again — this time, not joking.

  "Hell yeah!" Julie replies, flirting blatantly. "You’re more than invited, Lix. I mean... both of you."

  Hyunjin pouts and links his arm with Felix’s, pulling him closer. Jeongin smiles at the gesture, realizing that he’s not the only one who isn’t a fan of his sister’s shamelessness.

  They all walk to the front of the house, where the car waits to take them home. Their uncles and the omegas are finishing loading the luggage into the trunk with Julie’s help when something catches everyone’s attention. Jeonghan, standing in the doorway, lets out a high-pitched scream at the sight of a thin-legged spider, just like the one Felix saw in the bathroom days ago — the one that made him leap into Jeongin’s arms, trembling with fear.

  "Oh my god!" Jeonghan cries, curling up in his husband’s arms.

  Before Seungcheol can react, Felix — still linked arm-in-arm with Hyunjin — runs over and bravely reaches out his hand for the spider to crawl onto. Jeongin’s eyes go wide, and his jaw drops in pure disbelief.

  "No need to be scared, Uncle Jeong," says Felix, carrying the spider to a more distant spot in the garden. "She’s harmless."

  The spider climbs off his hand and disappears into the dewy grass. Jeongin is stunned — outraged!

  Everyone starts saying their goodbyes with warm hugs and kisses. When it’s time to formally say goodbye to his cousins, Jeongin gives each of them a quick hug, still feeling a little dizzy from that honey-and-peach scent.

  "Don’t you ever get tired of being like this?" Jeongin mutters to Felix while the others are distracted.

  "Like what, Ayen?"

  "Like this — sneaky," he growls through clenched teeth. "You told me you were terrified of spiders."

  "Oh, that?" Felix laughs with a hand over his mouth. "I’m not that scared. But it’s true what I said — if they touch me, I break out in red."

  Then he holds out his hand to Jeongin, who sees a few red welts on his skin from the spider’s touch. He probably scratched them, which made the marks worse.

  "Don’t mind Lix’s little lies," Hyunjin chimes in. "It’s all for a greater good."

  "Yeah, I bet it is."

  "Well, thanks again for lending me your manga, Ayen," Felix says before getting into the car. He’s the last one left to go.

  "You’re welcome, but... how are you going to return them?"

  "Next Christmas, duh," he laughs. "Hyunjin and I can’t wait to talk about Nana with you, right, Hyunie?"

  "Definitely," Hyunjin says, looking at Jeongin through the open car door. "We’re going to enjoy every second."

  Then Felix climbs in and closes the door.

  Jeongin watches them drive off and takes a deep breath, subtly sniffing his shirt.

  This Christmas really is different from all the others for Jeongin. He can say now that he hates the season a little less. More than that, he’s even looking forward to the next one — not for chocolate-chip panettone, but to taste that delicious peach syrup and honey-glazed bread again.'
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