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It's like clockwork, Yoojin goes into a dungeon, gets hurt, and nurses his wounds at home like a lone wolf.

Hunt. Hurt. Heal. Repeat.

Only this time he must have miscalculated somewhere (no surprise there, Yoojin sucks at anything math related) because he wakes up somewhere he can only describe as a public toilet in a 0% rotten tomatoes horror movie.

Dragging his legs closer to his chest, Yoojin tries to become one with the wall behind him. The skin around his scent glands burns and itches thanks to the heavy iron collar around his neck which keeps him nicely in place with the chain connected to the wall behind him.

His unlucky streak never seems to run out.

Outside of the shack, cage, bunker, or wherever the fuck he woke up, he heard people speaking. They are betas from what he can detect from the lack of scent drifting in. They’re the people who brought him here against his will, may he add, kidnapping him in the middle of a dungeon raid to ship him off to a — of all things — illegal mating run.

Truly the cherry on top of the metaphorical pile of shit that's his life.

Under no normal circumstances would Yoojin willingly participate in a mating run. Not only because he finds such traditions completely outdated and barbaric but also because he has no interest in binding himself to some knothead. He doesn’t remember if he ever felt an inkling of interest in an alpha or maybe even a beta, but thinking back he can’t recall one.

Too bad that he can’t simply walk out of here and leave. Like he said, he’s the personification of unlucky.

Yoojin’s head throbs where he got hit on the back of his head during the ambush. Dried blood sticks to his temple as well as his hair, a low throbbing pain making its home on the right side of his face. Touching the wound only makes the pain worse so he quickly drops his hand with a hiss.

Outside, the alphas continue their conversation. Thanks to the thin wall between them Yoojin can hear every word, “The guy you brought here, his legs are completely busted. Can he even run? The fuck did you do?”

“We did nothing! He was already like that when we found him. Does it even matter?” another one says, Yoojin recognizes the voice, it belongs to one of the men he went into the dungeon with, “He has a hole to fuck and a neck to bite, that should be enough.” A round of laughter follows the lewd words.

Yoojin feels the intense need to bite the asshole’s neck clean off for talking about his body like that. No way will he just roll over during the mating run and let some disgusting alpha mount him, busted legs or not!

“That face though... where did I see it before...” another one muses. There is the sound of clothes rustling followed by a hurried tapping on a screen as someone searches for something on the phone. The guy lets out a surprised gasp, “He’s the older brother of the Haeyeon guildmaster! You brought the older brother of that psycho here?! Are you insane?!”

Yoojin doesn't know how to feel. He and Yoohyun are no longer in contact, yet hearing such cruel words directed at his younger brother ignites fury inside his chest that is hard to ignore.

He may no longer have contact with his powerful and successful dongsaeng, might have been left behind by him, abandoned, but he won’t tolerate anybody bad-mouthing his precious Yoohyun whom he raised with love and care. He still loves Yoohyun even if those feelings are not reciprocated.

“Ugh, calm down! Don’t you follow any news? That guy doesn’t give a rat's ass about his older brother. Left him in the dust from what I heard. It was all over social media a few years back.”

“What for real?” a low whistle, “Wow that’s pathetic.”

“Abandoned by his brother for being a weak F-class.”

All anger leaves Yoojin at once. Like a puppet with torn strings, he slumps against the wall behind him. As much as he hates to agree with the assholes, they’re right. Yoohyun doesn’t care about him. He showed it on multiple occasions whenever Yoojin tried to come into contact with him after their fallout.

Their last encounter ended much the same. He couldn’t even bring Yoohyun to look him in the eyes, much less talk to him before he was thrown out of the lobby and up on the streets outside the Haeyeon building.

His heart still stinks recalling the memory.

Maybe his kidnappers are right. He is pathetic. A failure of an older brother.

Yoohyun thinks of him as a nuisance, a cockroach that he’s unable to get rid of no matter how hard he tries. He’s sure that Yoohyun won’t even care where he ends up, won’t care if Yoojin gets forcefully mated to an alpha, or killed during the illegal mating run. If his kidnappers thought they could blackmail his brother and win a pretty penny for his safe return then they are out of luck.

But maybe... somewhere inside Yoohyun’s uncaring heart he still has a soft spot for his hyung...

As if.

“Good. So there is no way he’ll show his face here and interrupt our business,” one of the men says with a triumphant voice, “If you didn’t find that guy in the last second we wouldn’t have enough omegas for the run. I forgot how fussy fucking alphas can be. So what if there isn’t an omega for each alpha? It’s not like all of them will survive anyway.”

“You’re right. Remember last run? Half the alphas died in the beginning, mauling one another off like some feral dogs. And yet they still complain as if there won’t be enough omegas left. Assholes.”

“That’s what you get for dealing with high-ranking alphas, man. Those guys have an ego the size of the sun.”

“And a dick too.” another adds, chuckling over his own bad joke.

Yoojin feels his gut sink. Sounds become unclear muffled like he’s underwater, as he realizes the full scale of the situation. His fingernails scratch across the dirt, leaving behind small imprints as he stares down with a hazy vision.

High ranking...?

Does that mean this run only consists of alphas that have a rank above C maybe even B-class? No way will he outrun any of them, not with his low stats and broken leg. Let alone the sex, his frail little body won’t survive being attacked by a B-class alpha. The last time a hunter hit him in the stomach he almost puked out his guts, and that guy was a D-class! If someone with a greater class would lay a hand on him... Yoojin doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen to him.

No, no.

What should he do? What could he do? Really?

Maybe Yoohyun was right. He should have kept out of trouble long ago, given up on becoming a hunter and to regain his place at Yoohyun’s side. He should have stayed home, kept quiet, and accepted his younger brother’s loveless money like some dog waiting for his absent owner to come home.

Accept the reality that his dongsaeng feels nothing but contempt for him.

As if the universe wants to punish him more he remembers the last conversion that took place between them. Even now, just thinking about their last meeting leaves a deep ache in his chest. The words that Yoohyun threw at him still ring in his ears like a mantra, a curse.

It seems so long ago now, but it left a mark on Yoojin that he can’t brush off like so many other things. He remembers every part of their meeting in painful detail; Yoohyun’s cold eyes piercing into him with contempt and disappointment; Yoohyun’s dismissive attitude, his disinterest, as if dealing with Yoojin was beneath him. The way he turned his back towards Yoojin at the end as he told his men to throw Yoojin out.

Yoojin is an F-class.

He’s miles beneath Yoohyun’s greatness that it’s laughable. His brother is a shining star and Yoojin hates him for it, envies his greatness while he’s stuck on earth only able to look at him from a distance, not even allowed to touch him, to occupy the same firmament as him.

Yoojin’s light went out the second Yoohyun walked out of their home and left him behind to rot.

There is no longer a place for Yoojin at Yoohyun’s side and he has to force himself to accept that reality no matter how painful it is. They may have been unbreakable brothers once but that relationship no longer exists.

Yoojin is no longer useful to his little brother but maybe some of those sleazy alphas will find some use in him, even if it’s only to be a hole to fuck until he dies. He no longer gives a fuck.

It takes hours for his kidnappers to show their ugly mugs, and if it were up to Yoojin he would love to never see them again. As the three men step forward Yoojin watches them with sharp eyes promising unnamed consequences if they dare to step closer.

The shortest of the bunch, a blonde beta with an unkept beard, still carries the nasty bruise Yoojin left on his cheek, the skin now swollen and dyed a deep purple. The color clashes horribly with the guy’s dyed blonde hair. Seeing the ugly mark he left behind he can’t help but feel satisfied. Even if his life was about to make a turn for the worst at least he gave one of them a painful memory to remember him by, if only temporarily. It’s a small victory but he will take it.

Something must be showing on his face because the tall beta with a scar over his lips growls at him as if he just killed his pet rabbit. Sinking deeper into the floor, Yoojin averts his eyes. He hates himself for showing weakness but his inner omega has been going crazy ever since he woke up in the dark shack with an iron collar around his neck and his pride crushed to dust. He can only revolt so much against his inner instincts until he has to give in to them at one point.

“Yo, Han Yoojin! Sorry about what happened in the dungeon. But really, it’s your fault for going hunting when you’re so weak!” One of them mocks.

Yoojin squeezes his hands into fists, feeling them tremble against his thighs from the sheer anger floating through him like lava.

Feeling sweat drip down his neck, Yoojin makes a move that he’ll surely regret in the future. Good thing that he no longer cares about consequences. He’s pissed and tired mentally and physically. So, throwing his self-preservation to the side, he lets a wobbly smirk fall over his lips and shoots a glare at the three men, “Here for a second round, bastards? Maybe I can leave a second bruise on your other cheek as well,” Yoojin taunts, eyes flashing in challenge, “Getting wounded by a weak little F-class. That's pretty pathetic!” It takes all of his self-control not to spit at the beta’s feet too.

It would be a God's act since the guys shoes are as ugly as his face.

Unsurprisingly his smart mouth earns him a kick to the rips hard enough to make him tumble to the ground. Putting a hand over his aching side, hissing at the light touch, he hopes that nothing is broken. Spitting out the blood gathering in his mouth thanks to the accidental bite to his own tongue, Yoojin tries to gather his arms underneath him and lift himself up. His body screams at the motion but he refuses to keep lying down beneath the grinning faces of his kidnappers.

He may be broken but he’s not a corpse.

Before he can gather the strength, a hand takes a chunk of his hair and pulls him up.

A sharp cry leaves his lips at the unexpected pain racing across his scalp.

He tries to get free, clawing at the bastard's arm like a feral animal but it does nothing. Their class difference is too great, leaving Yoojin feeling like a little kid in the maw of a lion. Another rough palm captures his chin, jerking his head up until he has no choice but to stare at the ugly blonde beta.

Apparently, the guy must find his murderous glare hilarious because he chuckles like some kind of stereotypical villain ripped straight out of a comic book. “Not so brave anymore, huh?” he says, moving Yoojin’s face from side to side, taking in the several bruises hidden under dirty bandages. The beta clicks his tongue and looks over his shoulder. “He’s all beaten up and used. Still think anyone will wanna fuck that?” addressing one of the men standing behind them.

“Once the drug dissolves and he starts smelling like a cheap whore, alpha's won’t care about that shit. This isn't a real mating run, man. They seek nothing more than the adrenaline of a hunt.” a long sigh escapes the tall beta, “Still, try not to fuck his face up even further. Our clients still expect a hunt and that can’t happen if the omega is too weak to even walk.”

“Eh? But his legs are already fucked, what does it matter? He won’t be able to run one way or another,” the guy holding his hair whines as if the act of not beating up Yoojin into a bloody mess is a crime against humanity, “Come on, at least let me have a little fun. The little bitch ruined my beautiful face!”

The blonde beta pulls him closer until their faces are inches apart, he watches Yoojin struggle in his hold with an amused glint in his eyes. This close, Yoojin can smell the man’s revolting scent attacking him. It reminds him of overripe oranges and asphalt. It’s a horrid combination and it burns in Yoojin’s sensitive nose even after the guy moves back a little.

“No. Stop ruining the merchandise. Now, do you have the injection or not? I wanna be done here.” sidekick #2 says, holding out an impatient hand.

“Tch, you’re no fun. Here,” the blonde throws a syringe at the tall brown-haired beta who catches it with ease.

Looking at the translucent liquid inside the syringe, the beta shakes it a few times before nodding, “Looks good, now hold him still.”

Yoojin watches the exchange with wide eyes, wondering and not wanting to find out what kind of substance is inside the syringe. It looks clear, and from this far away he can’t pick up any strange scent coming from it. Still, simply seeing it makes Yoojin’s heart race in panic. It could be anything, from poison to some kind of drug that will make him lose his bodily control.

Backing into the wall, Yoojin moves his arms close to his chest, trying to shield his body from his assailants. It only earns him another harsh tuck to his hair before the guy forces his neck back until Yoojin swears it will break.

The remaining two men move closer. Yoojin's inner omega goes into a panic, forcing its way to the forefront of Yoojin's mind. He hates it. Hates how his body starts to shake and the high-pitched whine that escapes his throat. It's an omegan cry, pathetic and weak, reminding him far too much of the last time he broke down drunk in front of his TV on Yoohyun’s birthday —calling out to a boy that won’t arrive.

Tears spring to his eyes as one of them forces his arms away exposing his neck, and not a moment later he feels sharp pain right against his scent gland followed by a cold sensation spreading through his veins.

His body freezes for half a second before another louder cry tumbles from his lips and he begins to trash against his capture's unforgiving hold. A burning pain erupts from the spot where the syringe has entered his neck and it slowly travels through the rest of his body until Yoojin feels like he’s on fire.

The hands disappear from his body and without the unwanted support, Yoojin crashes to the ground. His limbs are shaking like he’s coming down with a fever, and no matter how hard he tries he can’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. Black dots dance around his vision, mocking him yet promising the sweet relief of unconsciousness- Yet he refuses to follow their call, not wanting to fall asleep right under the noses of the bastards who snatched him away.

Panting and shaking against the ground, he glares over his shoulder at the three betas.

“Hm, still awake? Most omegas pass out from that dose. You’re a stubborn one, huh?” one of them says. With his vision this blurry, the betas’ faces melt into one another like a nightmarish art piece —simply a mass of colors and wobbly outlines.

Getting nauseous from the sight, Yoojin averts his gaze. Another rush of heat overcomes him and he whines into his forearm, trying to muzzle the sound to the best of his abilities. It still rings through the air causing his capturers to laugh at his misery.

“You think his brother will search for him?”

“Eh? No way! And even if he did his brother will be mated or dead by then.”

“A fitting end for a weak F-class.”

After Yoohyun moves out of the house, leaving behind a gap the size of a little brother, Yoojin often finds himself wandering the halls of their apartment. For weeks, Yoojin doesn’t know what he is doing, opening every door and inspecting each room, in search of something unknown.

His inner omega grows restless, scratching against the walls of Yoojin's iron will. Yearning for something that Yoojin can neither name nor find.

It’s an unknown desire that only becomes clear to Yoojin when he enters his first heat after Yoohyun’s abrupt departure.

It’s a horrid event one that Yoojin doesn’t like to think back to. He vaguely remembers calling out for an alpha— to his brother —during the peak of his heat. Of course, each of his pathetic whines is left unanswered as their home stays undisturbed by any outside force. There is no Yoohyun bursting into his room, offering him another ice-cold water bottle, or feeding him rice porridge when he’s sure that Yoojin can keep it down. No big, warm hands stroking through his sweaty hair or a gentle voice telling him about their school day. There is no Yoohyun.

Because the alpha left. Left him alone to become a guild master.

His little brother left him because Yoojin wasn’t enough, too weak in the eyes of a newly turned S-class hunter.

Sometimes Yoojin wonders if Yoohyun ever felt content at his side or if he always planned to leave Yoojin at some point. Of course, Yoojin expected Yoohyun to leave their nest someday. His dongsaeng is a strong, handsome-looking, and intelligent alpha and also one of the sweetest people Yoojin knows. It would be strange for him not to get mated sooner rather than later and leave Yoojin for his future wife. Yoojin prepared himself for the eventual day his little brother brought home a stranger and introduced them to Yoojin as his future mate.

His heart always ached at the thought of Yoohyun leaving him but he dismissed such selfish feelings in favor of wishing only the best future for his little brother. He can’t cling to his brother forever. It’s not healthy.

Yet he never thought that the day Yoohyun left their little home would come so soon.

Delirious, Yoojin buries his face deeper into the nest. It could barely be called one, not with the way Yoojin simply dropped a mountain of his clothes and every pillow he could find in the apartment onto his bed without arranging any of it. The nest wasn’t comfortable and barely functional. It didn’t give him the sense of safety he oh so craved. Nor did it carry the right scent.

Scent.

That’s right.

After weeks of walking up and down the empty apartment, Yoojin understands what he’s been desperately searching for like a maniac.

Yoohyun’s scent. His little brother’s sweet, comforting scent that used to fill every room in their apartment. Its absence is staggering now that he’s aware of it. There is nothing left of it.

Yoojin loves Yoohyun’s scent, it reminds him of a distant fire on a crisp winter morning, threatening yet promising warmth and comfort. Just like his dongsaeng, his scent seems harsh from the outside but if one looks underneath and gives it time, a warm, soft core reveals itself.

Usually, Yoojin would ask his brother to give him some of his clothes during his heat, preferably ones that Yoohyun wore just recently, to place in his nest. Nothing else could calm his inner omega down better than rolling around his nest and soaking in the familiar warm scent. No wonder Yoojin has been more out of it than usual.

Suddenly, feeling no longer comfortable in his nest, Yoojin staggers to his feet. Naked and with slick dripping down his backside he stumbles through the empty apartment, an unknown destination in mind. Soon he finds himself in Yoohyun’s old room, now bare with nothing left in it but an empty bed and a closet. He blinks a few times wondering how he ended up here of all places. He hates the room, it only causes bad memories to resurface.

Yet, instead of walking out and returning to his room, Yoojin’s hazy vision falls on Yoohyun’s old closet. As if he’s following the call of a siren, Yoojin staggers towards it. Pulling it open he’s met with pure emptiness. Of course, what did he expect? For Yoohyun’s clothes to magically appear in his time of need?

With a self-deprecating smile resting on his sweaty face, Yoojin is about to slam the cursed closet shut when his eyes fall on a plastic bag peeking out from one of the top shelves. Curious, Yoojin stands on his toes to reach the damned thing, internally cursing his brother for becoming such a giant and outgrowing him. He lets out a triumphant noise when his fingers grasp one of the plastic bag’s corners and not a second later it falls against Yoojin’s chest with a dull thud.

Yoojin has barely opened it when the familiar smell of distant wildfire and winter morning assaults him. He stumbles, back hitting the corner of the closet as he struggles to stay on his feet. His inner omega roars to life, whining, keening, and begging to get more of the familiar scent. Unable to fight against the unbearable need, Yoojin opens the bag fully and pulls out a familiar black t-shirt. It’s one of Yoohyun’s shirts he likes to wear to bed. What is it doing inside the plastic bag? Did Yoohyun perhaps forget it?

Putting it against his face Yoojin inhales. A drawn-out mewl falls from his lips. He melts against the closet, vision going fuzzy, and his legs starting to shake the longer he breathes in his baby brother’s scent. Nose twitching and cheeks gliding over the fabric, Yoojin soaks himself in his beloved dongsaeng’s scent.

God, he misses this. Missed Yoohyun’s scent so much.

Feeling tears gather in the corner of his eyes, Yoojin whines into the soft, well-worn cotton. He remembers buying the loose t-shirt long ago after Yoohyun had his first massive growth spurt at the sweet age of fourteen. Back then, Yoohyun would cling to him whenever he had the chance, his small hands hugging Yoojin’s waist while his big brown eyes would stare up at him with sparkles in his eyes as if Yoojin himself hung up every star in the night sky. Remembering their sweeter times, Yoojin can no longer stop the tears from streaming down his face and he slowly slumps to the ground.

Still, he keeps the shirt closely pressed to his face, seemingly trying to disappear into the fabric. If only he could.

He shivers when a cold gush of wind comes through the open door. Peeking over his shoulder a strange sense of fear overcomes him. Logically, Yoojin knows that he’s safe inside his house yet his inner omega feels exposed and vulnerable sitting naked in the middle of Yoohyun’s old room. With no alpha close by that belongs to his pack, Yoojin feels like a deer abandoned by its herd.

Not wanting to sit here any longer yet not wanting to return to his lackluster nest, Yoojin crawls into Yoohyun’s closet. It’s barely big enough for his frame but if he squeezes his legs close to his chest he has enough space to lie down on his side. It’s not comfortable but it's miles better than the loveless nest he built in his own bed.

Here he feels closer to Yoohyun, his precious little alpha brother.

Shutting the closet doors, Yoojin greedily inhales more of Yoohyun’s perfect scent.

He spends the rest of his heat, three days total, inside of the closet. Afterward, he carefully stores the t-shirt back into the plastic bag without washing it beforehand. Hoping there will be enough of Yoohyun’s scent left on it that he can use it for his next heat.

Yoohyun’s alpha musk remains on the t-shirt for two more heats before it fades away and is replaced by Yoojin’s heat pheromones.

At last, all of Yoohyun’s scent is gone from their home, and with it, Yoojin's inner omega renews its aimless search.

Yoohyun’s old closet becomes Yoojin’s favorite place for the duration of his heat, his inner omega does not feel safe anywhere else in the house but the change in the location doesn’t fill the hollow emptiness inside his chest that comes with losing Yoohyun’s scent.

Yoojin blinks open his eyes, the last pieces of his dream drifting away like smoke.

It takes him a second to realize that he's no longer inside the cramped shack, but kneeling in a moonlit clearing, surrounded by soaring spruce trees. Above, the twinkle of distant stars greets him, it is nighttime. Bewildered, his eyes dart around anxiously as he takes in the starry night sky and unfamiliar surroundings.

He is no longer alone. Omegas are lined up on both sides of him, kneeling on the dirty ground with their head turned to the ground as an armed beta patrols the ground behind them. The silent forest is filled with their whimpers and soft cries, the smell of slick so thick in the air it is nearly suffocating.

Yoojin is in a similar state. He can feel a fire burning beneath his skin, a familiar thirst crawling through him, a yearning so strong it drives him crazy. He doesn’t know for how long he was unconscious but with the way he’s already at the edge of a full-blown heat, it must have been hours. Whatever those fuckers gave him it’s working fast.

Growling, he bonders about making a run for it but the body of a dead omega lying on the ground not far away makes him rethink his foolish decision. It must have happened just moments ago, the gunshot wound to their head still spilling blood.

So no running away. He takes a closer look at his surroundings. Including himself, there are at least twelve omegas. None of them seem in any condition to run.

Behind them one of his kidnappers stomps around, taking watch over the group of omegas. The man appears uneasy, his eyes darting to the watch on his wrist and then scanning the shadowy forest with a worried look. His other hand rests on the hilt of a dagger at his hip, fingertips tapping a nervous rhythm against the metal as if ready to draw the blade at a moment's notice.

Yoojin follows the man’s gaze towards the tree line. Though the darkness of night obscures his vision, he hears inhuman noises echoing from afar—howling and growling that conjure thoughts of lurking monsters.

But that would mean...

“What the hell is going on...” Yoojin mutters.

Turning to the panting omega to his right, he bumps their shoulder together to get their attention. It’s a woman, younger than him and seemingly on the edge of another breakdown. When she turns toward him, her eyes can barely focus on his form. He takes pity on her, but there is nothing he can do, “Do you know where we are?”

For several seconds she simply stares at him, swaying from side to side like she is about to fall over. At last, she mutters, “Dungeon,” before falling silent, her gaze drifting toward the ground once more.

Fuck.

So his senses weren’t misleading him.

He really is inside a dungeon. So the noises he heard were most likely the sounds of monsters roaming around the forest. Did the assholes who organized this shit show plan to hold the mating run inside a forest full of dangerous creatures? Not only are they unarmed —not a single omega carrying a weapon, but their bodies are weakened due to the heat.

It’ll be a massacre.

When Yoojin heard that he’ll be forced to participate in a mating run of all things he just hoped to be fucked to an inch of his life and maybe mated. It would be a shitty outcome but at least he would be alive and breathing. But this- no way will he get out of this situation with all his body parts attached. He’s lucky if he survives with only a leg or an arm missing!

Falling forward until his forehead touches the soft blades of grass, he sucks in hurried breaths. Chest heaving, Yoojin tries to get his bearings but it feels like he’s burning up from the inside the longer he sits here surrounded by the unfamiliar scent of other omegas’ heat pheromones. Their scent burns in his nose like smoke making it hard to stay focused, to keep the needy whimpers spilling from his lips.

After many years apart, Yoojin thought he would become accustomed to the absence of Yoohyun's soothing alpha scent, but now more than ever, he yearns for it to mask the offensive odor of the other omegas.

Suddenly, in the distance, the sound of a gunshot rings through the night.

Looking up, he watches red sparks flicker and fade against the night sky. Someone had fired a flare gun.

A signal.

The start.

Behind him the beta lets out a relieved sigh, "Took them long enough" the beta mutters under his breath before walking over to an omega at random and kicking them violently in the back, knocking them to the ground. “Okay, whores, times up. Better start running, if you’re lucky maybe you’ll be unmated and unharmed until tomorrow!” he shouts into the open clearing not only getting the attention of the omegas but also the monsters lurking not far away.

Asshole.

Some of the omegas cry harder, overwhelmed, while others hurriedly try to stand, shaken by the situation. They stumble to their feet like newborn fawns, legs unsteady and weak yet determined to disappear into the forest as fast as possible. With their heat running havoc in their body, it’s not an easy feat, Yoojin respects them for the effort but can’t help but frown at their stupidity.

Running blindly into a monster invested forest isn’t the smartest move but what other choice do they have? From what little he knows about monsters thanks to years of entering low-class dungeons, the monsters surrounding them are most likely hunting in a pack. They’ll tear down the first few omegas that will stumble into the forest before they’re satisfied and retreating with their harvest.

For now, Yoojin stays back with the few omegas still fear-struck and crying on the ground. Unlike the others, Yoojin doesn't remain seated out of fear.

He’s watching.

Observing.

Analyzing the situation for the best outcome.

Yoojin's body is in a pretty bad condition, with his legs too damaged for him to run at the speed of the others, and as an F-class hunter, he lacks the strength to battle whatever lurks in the forest. He has no way to activate his skill either. None of the participants have any connection to him he can exploit for his own gain.

He has no trump cards up his sleeve.

Overall, his circumstances appear dire.

After he’s sure that enough time has passed Yoojin pulls himself up, trying to keep most of his weight off his broken leg. Without anything to lean on, it's difficult to stand, but he hopes to find a sturdy branch in the woods to use as a crutch. If he can make it that far into the forest, he will have a chance of survival. If he’ll come that far, that's it.

To his right, a high-pitched scream echoes through the woods, followed by the erect footfall of whatever is lurking in there with them.

Relaxing his breathing, he forces himself to move in the opposite direction, ignoring the pain crawling up his legs like ants. He’s already panting when he passes the first row of trees yet he forces himself to continue. Staying near the clearing where he awoke is dangerous, as the area is saturated with the scent of omega heat pheromones that will attract alphas like a beacon. The further he distances himself, the safer he will be.

With his mind set, Yoojin treks through the forest, pausing periodically to listen for any signs of pursuit. Though he can't mask his heat scent that betrays his path, he tries to confuse his trail by zigzagging, doubling back, and changing direction randomly.

He's certain his slick-soaked pants are leaving a wet trail behind him. Like some fucked up rendition of Hansel and Gretel. But he stubbornly keeps on moving.

The further he runs the quieter his surroundings grow. Soon he can no longer hear the distant cries of other omegas or the sound of monsters lurking in the dark.

Just as he thought he might finally have some luck in his miserable existence and get out of this deathly game alive, he collided face-first into something unseen. The impact throws him forcefully to the ground.

Groaning under his breath, he looks up and searches for the thing that stopped him in his tracks. Seeing nothing, he crawls forward. As expected his cheek touches something smooth and cold yet invisible to the naked eye.

A barrier.

This close, he can see the multicolored sheen of it, revealing its location. The forest beyond the barrier looks blurred like atmospheric haze. The barrier stretches far in both directions, clearly indicating that it must encircle the entire parameter of the mating run, trapping the participants inside.

What a troublesome skill...

Of course, they wouldn't just let them escape.

Gritting his teeth he gets to his feet with the help of the barrier wall. He stays close to it, walking along its path in the hopes of finding a hole to slip through. It's really his last hope.

By now, the heat has hit him in full force. Every step hurts and if it weren't for the barrier Yoojin is sure he would have collapsed.

He's unaware of how much time passes with his surroundings never changing. One tree after another with no end in sight.

Lost in thought he doesn't notice his pursuer until the sound of a stick snapping in two freezes him in his steps. He ducks behind a tree, straining to listen over the pounding of his heart.

The scent of an unfamiliar alpha fills the air, followed by a deep growl that makes the hair on his neck stand up. It's so thick, easily overpowering the soothing scent of the forest in seconds.

The unknown alpha stalks closer. The sign that they're not saying a word must mean that they're deep in their rut, more animal than human.

Suddenly a hand appears around the bark trying to grasp the fabric of his stained T-shirt. Yoojin jerks out of the way just in time to escape the greedy hands of the person.

Turning around he comes face to face with the alpha. The guy is big, at least a head taller than him, and twice as strong, clearly above C-class.

It'll be difficult to outrun someone like that.

The alpha stumbles forward, swaying like he's drunk, “You ran far,” he growls, his elongated incisors peaking through raw-bitten lips.

Yoojin's heart skips a beat. His legs are trembling, afraid to move in fear of making the stronger predator bounce.

Rooted to spot they fall into a battle of silent submission.

Yoojin grits his teeth when he notices the alpha's scent growling thicker. Of course the asshole would try to use his scent against him. He refuses to give in to his inner instincts, swallowing down the need to present himself with ease.

The guy may be an alpha but his scent is revolting. It's nothing like Yoohyun's.

“You look like a drooling dog!” Yoojin taunts with a nervous smirk. He never learned when to shut up.

The man looks seconds away from ripping his throat out but a sound from behind the barrier catches both their attention.

With the alpha's face turned away, Yoojin uses the opportunity to make a run for it.

The moonlight filters dimly through the dense forest canopy as Yoojin runs for his life, breath burning in his lungs. Sharp branches tear at his clothes and skin as he crashes blindly through the underbrush, driven by sheer terror.

Behind him, just out of sight but drawing ever closer, comes the sounds of snapping branches and guttural grunts as his pursuer gives chase. Yoojin didn't dare to look back, focusing only on putting one foot in front of the other as fast as he could, trying to stay close to the edge of the invisible wall so he wouldn't lose the one thing that could free him from this hell.

With his legs on fire, he dodges between bushes and behind trees to evade the grasping hands of his pursuer. From the corner of his eyes, he can see long nails scratching against the bark where his head had been seconds ago. The wood snaps under his grip like a toothpick.

It comes as no surprise when at last his damaged leg gives out underneath him, causing him to stumble with a hiss. Karma, it seems, has caught up with him at last.

In an instant, the alpha is upon him, tackling him to the ground with crushing force knocking the wind out of his lungs. The alpha's breath is hot on the back of his neck, each exhale making Yoojin shiver in fear.

Desperate, Yoojin thrashes and struggles, trying to wriggle from the alpha's iron grip, but the man's claws dig into Yoojin's shoulders, pinning him. Yoojin cries out in pain and fear as the alpha leans closer, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his mating gland.

Yoojin's face turns pale.

Suddenly hands are everywhere. Crawling under his clothes and creeping along his skin like snakes. The alpha's hands are rough, uncaring, and vicious in their victory. Manhandling him like a toy to be discarded at dawn.

“So scarred,” the alpha spits out above him, nails digging into old scars decorating his back. Each one of them earned by entering dungeons with his low class and even lower reputation. Warm spit falls from the alpha's open maw where it drips onto Yoojin, staining him.

Yoojin flinches, hands scraping across the ground. Desperate to get away.

It's a useless struggle as the alpha presses down between his shoulder blades.

His heart beats rabbit quick as the alpha's hands move lower and lower, fingers touching the elastic band of his ripped pants, “You're soaked, pretty little thing,” they breathe out, thumb wandering around the wet spot on his pants where the slick has leaked through.

A stray tear falls from his eyelid as he feels the alpha's hand move under his pants and underwear.

He doesn't want this— he doesn't—!

He wants his alpha—! His brother—! Yooyhun! Yoohyun!

The sound of glass breaking alerts both of them. Glancing to his right Yoojin watches as the barrier that stood so stubbornly between him and freedom bursts apart in a shower of multicolored shards that dissolve slowly like twinkling stars taking their last breath.

Something—someone has broken the barrier that even kept A-class hunters trapped like mice. But that would mean—

A vicious snarl rips through the air that sounds more beast than human. It sends chills down his spine.

Where once stood an impenetrable barrier is now a gaping hole. From within the shadowy depths, a figure slowly emerges. It's hulking body and crude sword engulfed in sinister black flames that flicker and dance dangerously catch Yoojin's attention like a moth.

Those flames, Yoojin thinks, hands shaking against the ground, those are Yoohyun’s Black Blood Flames!

The flickering firelight reveals a familiar face filled with feral bloodlust. Eyes filled with silent rage turn their baleful gaze across the terrified onlookers. A low grumble fills the forest, it booms like rolling thunder, drowning out the erratic rhythm of Yoojin’s breathing and striking primal fear into the alpha's heart still holding him down.

With fists clenched around the burning sword and teeth bared, Yoohyun stomps forward. Years of endless yearning and anger directed at his reckless older brother fuel each thunderous step as he closes in on his target —the alpha that dared to lay his dirty hands on his precious hyung.

The alpha looks up, stupid enough to keep kneeling over Yoojin in the presence of the intense man now standing above him, “The fuck man!? You ruined my rut! This is a private event, get lost! Do you know how much money I paid to get here?! Get your own omega to fuck! This one is mine!” he presses a hand around Yoojin’s neck and squeezes until the omega chokes.

Yoohyun stays silent. If Yoojin didn’t know what to look for he would have missed the telling switch of Yoohyun’s eyebrow and the slight downturn of his lips, Yoohyun is burning with anger.

Before the alpha could spit more idiotic declarations, Yoohyun violently swings his sword in a wide arc, severing the man's head from his body in one swift motion. The head tumbles to the ground with a sickening thud, coming to rest several feet away from the twitching corpse, still alight with the remnants of dark flames. The man's face is frozen in an expression of utter terror and disbelief, his lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead. Blood spurts from the stump of the man's neck, spraying in all directions like a gruesome fountain. The man's headless body remained kneeling upright for a brief moment before toppling over, the neck stump still spewing thick, dark blood that began pooling on the ground around it.

Meanwhile, Yoojin, who has been pinned down by the now-deceased man, was spattered with the warm blood that rained down on him after the decapitation. Blood coats his face and clothing, contrasting starkly with his pale, horrified expression as he witnesses the gruesome scene. He remains frozen in shock and dismay, unable to move or look away from his younger brother, who stands before him breathing heavily with his sword in hand —his rage not yet diminished.

Without a word, Yoohyun kicks the corpse of his brother. It crashes into a tree several feet away.

Then, with an expression filled with fear, Yoohyun crouches down over his older brother and takes him into his arms, hugging him close enough to feel his heartbeat and bury his face into Yoojin’s neck, “Hyung,” he breathes out in a heartfelt voice that it takes Yoojin’s breathe away.

It's a complete switch to the murderous alpha from before.

“Yoo...hyun...?” Yoojin’s replies slowly, sounding lost and small so unlike his usually brash self. Carefully as if unsure if he’s allowed the familiar touch, Yoojin settles his hands against his dongsaeng’s back —returning the hug, “W-what are you...” his voice cracks, eyes threatening to spill tears as he processes the sudden turn of events.

His younger brother, his sweet younger brother who he missed like his own heart somehow found his way here! But how —? Yoohyun shouldn’t know —shouldn’t care about where he is!

As per Yoohyun’s wishes, they split years back. Their last confrontation months ago ended in a nightmare. And now —now of all times —Yoohyun dares to show his face here, cradling Yoojin close like he is something precious, something to keep safe when he didn’t care about Yoojin for years!

“Hyung, you’re okay,” Yoohyun whispers, his breath tickling Yoojin's neck making the latter shiver. Without moving his face away from his spot, Yoohyun lets his hands glide up and down Yoojin’s body, checking for any potential injuries. Only after he’s sure that nothing is amiss does let himself relax a bit.

Yoojin should push him away, scream at him for suddenly crashing back into his life out of nowhere after years of absence but instead, he lets out a soft keen when he feels Yoohyun’s warm nose nuzzle deeper into his neck, right above his scent gland.

Ah, Yoohyun’s scent... he missed it so much.

This close he can smell him faintly, his scent barely overpowering the other alpha’s scent that’s clinging to him like an unwanted perfume. It’s like a breath of fresh air, faint but powerful.

His omega springs to life, taking over for a split moment as the scent Yoojin yearns for washes over him. He hears himself whine out, a high-pitched sound full of sadness as he rubs their necks together, desperately trying to force out more of Yoohyun’s soothing alpha smell.

Next to him, Yoohyun lets out a surprised sound but Yoojin doesn’t pay it any mind.

Yoohyun is not in rut like the alpha participants, of course, he wouldn’t smell as strong. Yet his inner omega doesn’t seem to understand the lack of familiar scent as he continues to search up and down Yoohyun's neck, but even then he barely smells him.

Strange.

The absence drives his inner omega crazy, not understanding why he can’t smell his sweet brother when they’re so close.

At last, the tears spill from his eyes as he hugs his younger brother close, wishing that he could just carry Yoohyun inside his chest where he would never leave him again.

“Yoojin! Are you in pain?!” Yoohyun tries to push his brother away so he can get a closer look but the man refuses to let him go, his trembling hands grip the fabric of his brown jacket tightly, “Why are you crying?” he asks after his useless attempt to pry them apart. He settles a hand on top of Yoojin’s head, finger gliding through the dirty strands.

“I-I’m not—!” he denies pointlessly in between muffled hiccups.

What is he doing crying in his younger brother’s arms like a little baby? Does he have no shame left?

For a few moments, they fall into silence in which Yoojin soaks up Yoohyun’s affection like a dry sponge. Then, as if a switch was flipped inside his dongsaeng, a menacing aura surrounds them. Yoojin freezes in his arms, afraid that Yoohyun has come back to his senses and will throw him away once more.

“Yoohyun...?” he calls out in a small voice.

This time it’s Yoojin who tries to separate them, but Yoohyun's arm holds him tightly to his chest. But Yoojin manages to catch a glimpse of Yoohyun's expression, which immediately drains all the color from his face.

“Hyung, tell me, how did you end up here?”

Yoojin averts his eyes. He sniffs and quickly rubs away the remaining tears and snot, “Ah, you see... it’s a funny story...” he trails off, not sure how to continue.

Would Yoohyun even care? He’s here, yes, (somehow, miraculously) but Yoohyun didn’t give a rat’s ass about him for years. Why should he suddenly care?

But then what is Yoohyun doing here?

“You’re in heat,” Yoohyun states the obvious.

Yoojin huffs, he doesn’t need the reminder. Whatever the bastards injected him with it's doing a damn fine job throwing him into an early heat. His pants are ruined and he can feel continuous blobs of slick drip from his hole with every intake of Yoohyun’s alpha musk.

It’s only because Yoohyun is an alpha —or that’s the lie Yoojin told himself for several years. He had known even before Yoohyun left their home that he harbored inappropriate feelings for his dongsaeng. But just because he’s in heat and has missed his baby brother desperately doesn’t mean that Yoojin will throw himself at the alpha. They already have a strained relationship, and if Yoohyun finds out how Yoojin really feels about him, it would be the final nail in the coffin.

It’s sick.

Yoojin is sick in the head.

Maybe it was for the best that Yoohyun left him. It was always hard to control himself around his baby brother, and it only got worse when Yoohyun turned eighteen at that time.

But Yoojin is also a selfish bastard who won’t throw away the opportunity to be with Yoohyun no matter what way.

His brother looks at him with unfiltered worry, one of his big hands squeezing Yoojin’s shoulders while the other rubs away the blood from his cheek with his sleeve, “Does it hurt, Hyung? We should leave now, this place isn’t safe. I need to get you home- prepare your nest and food, a bath too. How much time does Hyung have until his first wave...?” Yoohyun trails off, muttering under his breath.

Home? Home does sound good —one where their combined scents have filled every corner.

Yoojin wants it so desperately, yearns for it with every bone in his body.

He wants to lie down in his nest and cuddle with Yoohyun. Press his dongsaeng against his chest and stroke his soft hair until they both fall asleep. Maybe he could even get away with kisses? Just on the cheek, Yoojin promises, only his cheek and maybe Yoohyun’s neck too, right against Yoohyun’s scent gland. Maybe if he licks it more of Yoohyun’s beautiful blazing-cold scent will come out.

Just a little lick is not bad, right, right?

He won’t do much! He won’t!

Yoojin just wants to drown in the scent he missed so much.

“Ah-! H-Hyung?!”

Huh? When did he get on top of Yoohyun’s chest?

Looking down at his brother, Yoojin allows his eyes to wander over every inch of him. His long-awaited price finally in his hands.

Yoohyun’s neck is slightly wet, a sheen of sweat shining in the pale moonlight. It calls towards Yoojin like a siren. Unable to resist, Yoojin glides his tongue right over Yoohyun’s scent gland and promptly grimaces at the bitter taste of blockers.

Why is his alpha hiding his scent? Doesn’t Yoohyun want Yoojin to smell him?

But they are brothers- they love each other! Yoohyun shouldn’t hide from his hyung! Never!

Not one to give up so soon, Yoojin goes in with more force. He presses open-mouthed kisses against the perfect batch of skin, licking and sucking on it until he’s sure that all of Yoohyun’s scent blockers are gone. Then, finally, Yoohyun’s scent consumes the small clearing like a tsunami.

Yoojin can’t stop the moan spilling from his lips at the first inhale, face nuzzling into Yoohyun’s neck until he can smell nothing but alpha alpha alpha. Over and over again until he feels fuzzy, drunk on Yoohyun’s alpha musk.

“Y-Yoohyun-ah-- sweetheart, I missed you! Missed you so much!” Yoojin whines, fresh tears running down his face. This is what Yoojin longed for during all those painful heats. His dongsaeng’s scent, his dongsaeng’s presence, and his dongsaeng’s soothing voice and touch —A warm hand gliding through his hair, a familiar voice retelling stories about their day, and the only scent that ever managed to soothe his anxious omega.

Beneath him, Yoohyun swallows. His hands grasp the dried leaves beneath his hands, crushing and burning them as he struggles to keep control over his instincts.

Oblivious to his brother’s inner turmoil, Yoojin uses the opportunity to sit up and let his hands wander over Yoohyun’s broad torso, taking in his brother’s fully grown body, “My baby got so big!” he gushes with a bright, drunk smile as he maps out each muscle of Yoohyun’s biceps, “I’m so proud!”

While Yoojin would love to stare at Yoohyun longer, to make sure to remember each little detail, his pants have gotten uncomfortably wet, his clit rubbing against the rough texture, begging for attention.

Why is he still wearing clothes? And where is his nest? Didn’t Yoohyun want to take them home?

Everything is confusing and painful and yet Yoohyun does nothing! Can’t he see Yoojin begging for him? Smell Yoojin's slick in the air? His sweet alpha can be such a tease!

Hmm, maybe his Yoohyun-ie is shy?

A small teasing smile falls over Yoojin's lips as he stares at Yoohyun's flushed face. His dongsaeng can be so cute! His little angel doesn't know what to do, of course! How could he forget how clumsy Yoohyun-ie is? His brother had always been clueless when it came to human interactions.

There is no need to worry his pretty little head, Yoojin can show him!

He's no expert, far from it actually, but for his dongsaeng, he'll do anything.

He'll make it good for Yoohyun-ie.

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Mind set, Yoojin scoots back. He startles slightly when he feels the honestly rather impressive bulge pressing against his backside. Huh, of course, Yoohyun wouldn't be lacking in length in that department either.

He purses his lips, his dongsaeng was always an overachiever.

“My baby really has grown up...” Yoojin mutters a little forlorn. Sad to have missed out on so many prominent years watching Yoohyun grow up into the fine adult he is now.

Don’t think about it.

“Hyung!?” Yoohyun gasps out like a broken record. His hands are still scratching against the ground as if he’s afraid to touch him.

Wanting to encourage him, Yoojin crawls back until he’s sitting on Yoohyun’s thighs. He doesn’t waste a second to rip open Yoohyun’s pants and pull them down until his dongsaeng’s dick jerks free from its confinement.

Yoojin has to stifle a moan at the first sight of Yoohyun’s full-grown cock. It’s big and thick, with an angry purple vein running down its right side. It’s also unbelievably cute how it bends slightly to the left, squirting out pre-cum nonstop like a fountain. Yoojin wants to taste it, to run his tongue over the dripping tip and push it into his mouth until it reaches the back of his throat.

With trembling hands, Yoojin touches the hot dick and promptly lets out another whine when he notices that his hand can’t even fully encompass the base of Yoohyun’s dick where the knot is already starting to form.

Underneath him, Yoohyun lets out a stifled whimper. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his head thrown to the side he lets his older brother explore his body. Yoojin’s own breath comes out in short bursts as he stares at Yoohyun’s face with unblinking eyes. So cute—! Cute, so cute. His dongsaeng is perfect! His perfect little brother which he loves more than anything.

“Sweetheart— Baby, you’re so big,” Yoojin says in wonder and starts to move the hand around Yoohyun’s dick. Slowly at first, unsure of what to do and shy in his exploration, before he gains more confidence when he hears Yoohyun moan out underneath him.

No answer follows his words. Only their soft gasps fill the air.

Keeping his eyes on the dick, the sight of Yoohyun’s dick disappearing between his fingers too erotic to miss a second of it, Yoojin concentrates on giving the best handjob of his depressing life. Biting his tongue, Yoojin squeezes Yoohyun’s growing knot with both hands, a wobbly smile breaking out on his face when he’s rewarded with a groan.

“Does it feel good? Does it, Yoohyun-ah?” Yoojin slurs, his tongue peeking out to wet his dry lips. To be honest, his technique is clumsy and it's clear he doesn't know what he's doing but Yoojin can’t help but feel proud to make his stoic little brother lose his temper even a little bit.

He’s making his cute dongsaeng moan and isn’t that the greatest achievement for an older brother?

Yoojin sure feels like he’s at the top of the world.

If it weren’t for the unbearable need cruising through his body, Yoojin would have continued to worship Yoohyun’s cock for several more hours but the more he breathes in the alpha’s scent the more he starts to lose his mind. At one point his hands stop their movement, settling around the base of Yoohyun’s dick loosely.

Whimpering, Yoojin squeezes his legs around Yoohyun’s hips, “Yoohyun-ah...” With a shimmer of hesitation, he starts to rut against Yoohyun’s thick thighs, crying out when he feels the rough fabric of his trousers press against his oversensitive hole. In a haze, Yoojin continues to move his hips, chasing his own pleasure. He was already at the edge just from seeing and touching his dongsaeng’s pretty dick.

“Yoohyun— Yoohyun-ah! I-I love you! I love— AH!”

Suddenly, at the next thrust, Yoohyun pulls his thigh up, right against Yoojin’s clit. Yoojin cums with a startled cry, slick coating the inside of his underwear in waves.

Curling into himself he buries his burning face against Yoohyun’s chest as his hips make desperate little twitches, his empty head chasing the feeling like an addict. His hands accidentally squeeze Yoohyun’s length and he lets out a confused noise when he feels something hot and sticky drip over his fingers.

With his forehead still pressed against Yoohyun’s chest, he looks down between their bodies and watches his dongsaeng’s cute dick twitch in his grasp still squirting out thick drops of cum.

Huh, Yoohyun came too. Yoojin registers somewhat absentmindedly.

Then, euphoria overtakes him.

He made Yoohyun cum! Yoohyun enjoyed himself!

Drunk on pleasure and love, Yoojin sits back up, smiling down at his little brother like he's the sun. Not wanting to lose his newly won confidence, Yoojin looks down at his soiled clothes. His white t-shirt still carries the unpleasant scent of the other alpha, the guy’s blood staining most of the fabric as well as some of Yoohyun’s cum.

Why hasn’t his alpha taken off his clothes yet?

And why won’t he touch Yoojin? Stupid Yoohyun... making Yoojin do everything like always.

He's so spoiled!

Not wanting to carry the disgusting alpha’s scent for a second longer, Yoojin pulls the shirt up over his head and throws it in a random direction afterward. With that taken care of, he sits up and starts pulling down his pants and underwear as well. Underneath him, Yoohyun makes a surprised noise.

With his pants dangerously low on his hips, Yoojin stops to take a glance at his brother’s face. Long neglected instincts rearing its head to make sure his precious pup is alright.

Yoohyun’s face is flushed, looking like a tomato ready for the picking. His eyes are staring at the place where Yoojin’s pants are hanging on his hips by sheer luck alone, tracing the lines of Yoojin’s hip bones with hunger, “Hyung... what are you doing?” he asks in a strained voice but Yoojin can hear the underlying growl.

“Undressing,” Yoojin states like Yoohyun is the one lacking brain cells between them. His dongsaeng can be such an airhead, sometimes. They’re about to become one and Yoohyun’s still asking meaningless questions.

Feeling Yoohyun’s gaze burning into him, Yoojin shies away a little. Must he spill everything out loud? “I-I hated the alpha’s scent on me. And I want you to put it in already...” With that, he continues to pull down his pants like he's on a mission or else he loses all of his remaining confidence.

“... put it in...” he hears Yoohyun mutter before the alpha lets out another long groan at the sight of Yoojin’s cunt on full display.

Yoohyun stares at the line of slick connecting Yoojin’s folds to the bottom of his underwear before it snaps apart as Yoojin pulls it down the rest of the way. It’s flushed a dark red, half buried under neatly trimmed pubic hair, and smelling like the gates of heaven itself. Then his eyes trace Yoojin’s cute little clit which quivers from the cold night air, begging for somebody to abuse it until his Hyung squirts all over their bodies.

Yoojin is absolutely soaked. Slick staining his inner thighs and lower stomach, and a seemingly endless amount leaking from his hole.

As if to entice him more Yoojin traces a hand down his stomach and between his folds, unknowingly showing off his dripping hole to his younger brother, “I'm so empty...” he pouts.

“Hyung... I don't think...” Yoohyun swallows, unable to avert his eyes from the view in front of him. This feels like a dream. The one thing Yoohyun wished for the most.

But

But...

If he surrenders then all his effort to keep away from his brother, the heartbreak, the hours and hours of crying for his Hyung’s love, all in the name of keeping Yoojin safe —would be meaningless.

Yoohyun shouldn't.

Yet his hands still hover in the air between them, trembling with the need to touch his dear Hyung.

“We shouldn't...” Yoohyun repeats in a hollow voice.

Yoojin tilts his head and interlocks their hands, palms pressed together. Fingertips gently caressing the back of the other's hand, “You don't want me?” He sounds close to tears.

“No! I love Hyung!”

“Then why?” Yoojin levels a glare at Yoohyun.

No answer.

“Are you afraid to make your Hyung pregnant?”

Yoohyun stares at the omega in helpless shock, not believing the words that just left Yoojin’s lips.

A sly smile creeps up the omega’s face and he leans down to kiss his brother on the nose. It was a far too innocent gesture for what they already did. “Don't worry, your hyung can’t get that easily pupped up,” he whispers into Yoohyun’s ear before leaning back to stare at Yoohyun with a love-drunk gaze, “and you're the only pup I'll ever need. My cute little Yoohyun-ah.”

Beneath him, Yoohyun's dick twitches, alerting the omega to the alpha's growing problem. A breathless laugh escapes Yoojin, “Did my pup get hard again?” He grinds against Yoohyun’s dick, sliding the huge alpha cock between the wet folds of his dripping pussy.

“Hyung...” Yoohyun whines. It does something to him hearing Yoojin call him his pup. That's right. He is Han Yoojin’s pup. The only one his Hyung will need. Yoohyun doesn't want competition, the only one on his Hyung’s mind should be Yoohyun.

Yoohyun finally gives in and settles his hands around Yoojin’s waist, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of Yoojin’s stomach hard enough to leave bruises. A pur that sounds more like a growl vibrates deep within his throat.

Yoojin leans into the touch, allowing Yoohyun to grind against Yoojin’s pussy like he pleases. His dick slides along Yoojin’s needy hole, coercing moans out of the omega whenever the wet tip catches against the opening. Yet Yoohyun is unable to thrust into the promising heat due to his uncoordinated movement. Too excited and frantic to properly concentrate.

Yoohyun feels like a clumsy pup. He couldn't think past the wet heat touching his dick, the sweet smell of his hyung's slick sticking to the back of his throat, and the erotic mewls echoing in his ears.

Their bodies make a wet noise as Yoohyun's dick slides through the soaked folds of his hyung, making the older man blush a deep red down to his neck, “My -ah -my sweet baby is so excited,” Yoojin’s voice is mellow as he guides Yoohyun's dick against his opening, “I-is this how you wanted to fuck your hyung all those years? To stuff me full and make me yours?”

Yoohyun nearly sobs when the burning heat surrounds his tip. Yoojin's wetness streams down Yoohyun's shaft, earning himself another needy growl from the alpha. Yoohyun's hips twitch with the need to thrust all the way in, to stuff his brother full and breed him like he wanted to for years.

He can feel how his instincts slowly take over his mind, the pheromones of his beloved brother finally influencing his own circle.

Yoohyun presses further in, Yoojin encouraging him by grinding down.

They moan in unison when the tip of Yoohyun's cock slides in with little resistance, the omega’s walls opening up to the alpha's length like it's second nature.

Eyes tightly shut, Yoojin grinds his teeth together from the sensation of being filled up for the first time. It's only the tip but Yoojin already feels so full, “So...so big...!” He moans again as he feels the dick inside of him pulse against his walls, “M-my baby boy really grew up s-so fast!”

“Hyung! Can I move? Please! Please! I want— I need—!”

Before Yoohyun can finish his pathetic pleas, he watches the omega grind down on his lap. In one swift movement, he thrust onto Yoohyun’s dick all the way down. They both cry out at the feeling.

Yoohyun's fingers squeeze Yoojin's hips, desperately grinding the omega’s pussy further down his cock until he can feel the tip of his dick grace against Yoojin's cervix.

Above him, Yoojin throws back his head, a long keen falling from his raw bitten lips, “S-so deep—!” Yoojin’s breath stutters at the unexpected feeling, mouth hanging open as he tries not to lose his mind from the sharp painful pleasure that travels up his spine like a snake on fire. His tight, hot walls constrict around the alpha's cock, earning him another rough thrust from his dongsaeng who seems to have lost his self-control, completely subcoming to his inner instincts at last.

“Does it feel good? Does it, Hyung?” Yoohyun asks with a crazed voice, unblinking eyes staring up at the omega perched on his hips, “Tell me.” he demands, sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight.

“It- ah! -feels so good! More! Fill me up!”

“Does Hyung want to be filled up with my cum?”

“Y-yes! I need it! Deep inside! Please!”

“Hyung is so cute. Don't worry, Hyung, I'll make sure to shoot it all the way here,” Yoohyun touches the omega's lower stomach, fingers resting above his womb right where his cock makes an obscene bulge against Yoojin’s stomach. He lightly rubs his thumb over the protruding skin, shuddering at the sensation. Without another word Yoohyun grinds against the body above him, ramming his length deeper into the whining omega until his cock stabs into Yoojin’s cervix with every thrust.

With starry eyes, Yoohyun watches his dick disappear into his brother’s hole, “You’ve such a pretty pussy, Hyung. I can’t believe I can have you like this.”

“Yoohyun! I need, I need—!” Yoojin moans incoherently. He couldn’t think straight with the monster cock wrecking his insides.

“What do you need, Hyung?”

One of Yoohyun’s hands slides between their bodies to play with Yoojin’s swollen clit, rolling it around his thumb until his brother turns into a sobbing mess, tears dripping down his face. It’s the most beautiful sight Yoohyun ever witnessed.

Far too soon Yoohyun can feel his knot start to latch against Yoojin’s hole with every movement. Grabbing the omega’s hips he rolls them around, careful to keep a hand behind Yoojin’s head as the man’s back collides with the uneven ground. Yoojin looks up at him with a dazed look, arms reaching up to settle around Yoohyun’s shoulder.

The omega welcomes the change in position.

“Want to come on your knot, pup,” the filth spilling from Yoojin’s lips is a hard contrast to the thumb gliding against Yoohyun’s cheek. Yoojin kisses his baby brother’s cheek and holds him closer, eyes never blinking as he watches Yoohyun resume his frantic pace. He doesn’t want to miss a second of his dongsaeng falling into mindblowing pleasure.

Swallowing, Yoohyun adjusts his hold underneath Yoojin’s knees, forcing them to bend further almost bending his brother in half. He watches his Hyung’s face contort in pleasure, a whine spilling from his lips as Yoohyun’s cock slides deeper into his sobbing hole, walls clenching around the base that was starting to swell.

Yoojin moans loudly as his back arches. Eyes squeezing shut as the alpha starts a brutal pace. Lewd squelching noises fill the clearing from the amount of slick dripping from Yoojin’s sobbing cunt. It streams down his thighs and off the base of Yoohyun’s cock where it mixes with the alpha’s precum.

It’s an obscene sight, and Yoohyun can barely keep his eyes away from it.

“Yo-Yoohyun~ harder, m’gonna...m’gonna—!” Yoojin’s eyes roll back, a wail falling from his wet lips as his back arches off the forest floor and his walls pulse and tremble around Yoohyun’s thick cock. Yoojin sobs through Yoohyun milking him, overcome by bliss from his orgasm, slick bursting from his hole and dripping down their bodies.

Yoohyun feels himself throb and pulse at the sight and smell. His hands are still keeping a death grip on Yoojin’s thighs, short nails digging into his soft skin. Then without warning, he starts pounding into Yoojin’s wet heat. Seeking his own pleasure he watches his older brother tremble underneath him, overstimulated yet unsatisfied without a knot filling him up. Yoojin whimpers and whines as the shaft relentlessly pounds in and out of his sweet little hole as he got taken. Despite that, he never complains about the rough treatment, finding satisfaction in the sign of his dongsaeng favoring his own craving.

Picking up his space, Yoohyun slams in and out of Yoojin’s pussy, making the omega's entire body jolt forward each time he thrusts into him.

Around them the forest is deadly silent, no other hunter or monster daring to come near with the suffocating scent of possessive S-class alpha soaking the clearing. Yet, Yoohyun doesn't dare to let his guard down. He makes sure to shield his beloved brother’s body as he pounds into him like a man starved.

And, oh, the sweet little noises tumbling out of Yoojin’s drooling lips are music to his ears. Whimpers and moans, begging Yoohyun to fuck him harder— to mark him— and fill him up!

It drives him half insane hearing his hyung call out to him like that.

So it comes as no surprise when after another few vicious thrusts his knot finally expands to full size, making it impossible for Yoohyun to pull out. Impaling his sweet omega on his cock.

Yoojin wails as hot liquid splashes inside of him, filling him to the brim. He whimpers in happiness as he feels himself getting knotted, his swollen walls forced to expand and take the massive cock, locking him into place underneath his dongsaeng. His body trembles as another orgasm washes over him, one that seems to go on forever.

Sniffing, Yoojin can feel cum leaking out of him, even with the knot holding most of it in place the sticky liquid still seems to find a way around his baby brother’s massive knot. His dongsaeng really came a lot. Expected of an S-class hunter.

His eyes winded and a stifled moan leaves him as Yoohyun moves inside of him, his knot pulling against his swollen entrance. “Y-Yoohyun! No- d-don’t move— eek!” his sentence ends with an embarrassing squeak when Yoohyun grinds into him.

As if he's trying to get even deeper — impossible!

Both of Yoojin's hands find their way to Yoohyun's shoulders squeezing them as hard as he can.

“N-no more, Yoohyun-ah! Pup— please!”

Instead of answering Yoohyun stares him down, hooded eyes piercing and cold. Yoojin's face pales.

Something is wrong.

“Yoohyun— Ah!” a loud moan is ripped from Yoojin's throat as the alpha grinds into his hole without mercy. Even with the slick and cum easing the way it hurts. His inner walls are overstimulated and his swollen entrance stretched wide around the fist-sized knot- so much so that Yoojin fears he'll tear open if this continues.

Weakly, with trembling hands, Yoojin pushes against Yoohyun's shoulders but of course, it does nothing to stop his brother.

Another hard thrust and Yoojin's vision goes out of focus. With unblinking eyes he stares at the moon peeking out between rustling leaves— Was it always tinted this red?

“Yoohyun...pup... I c-can’t...” He sobs in a soft voice, tears streaming down his face. His hands lose their hold around Yoohyun's shoulder blades, slowly sliding down his arms until they flop motionless to the floor next to his head.

“This is Hyung’s fault,” a voice says from above, dark and disappointed, “If only you would stop going into dungeons then you wouldn't have ended up here.”

“ ‘orry...” Yoojin slurs between hiccups, “I-I didn't—!” He doesn't finish his sentence as another hard thrust rolls him across the forest floor. The harsh pleasure that wrecks his body surprises Yoojin, he thought his body long went numb.

The sensation was unexpectedly pleasurable. It shouldn't, but it is. Yoojin can't help but cry out with every shove of Yoohun’s thick cock sliding in and out. It's good, perfect, and Yoojin never wants it to end.

“Look at you, not even able to say anything. What if I didn't come in time? That alpha would have taken you, hyung! Would have stolen you from me! I should be the only one who can see you like this! You're mine, hyung! Mine!”

Yoojin can barely make out Yoohyun's words under the heavy growl distorting his voice.

“Maybe I should knock you up after all, hyung. Just to give you a reason not to go out. I'm sure hyung would look good with a round belly.”

“Yoohyun- alpha- alpha- please! I want- I want it!”

Yoojin's heart swells with joy at the sight of his beloved brother's unsettling smile - a grin that would strike terror in most, but Yoojin’s heart bursts at the sight, ecstatic to see his beloved dongsaeng so happy.

He did that! He made his sweet pup so happy with his words! He's the best omega in the world!

“Yoohyun— Pup! Bite me!” Yoojin demands. He throws his head to the side, exposing his neck. He stares up at his brother from the corner of his eyes, waiting in anticipation for the beast to seize the bait.

Yoohyun’s eyes instantly fixate on the soft flesh, mouth-filling with saliva and elongated teeth biting into his bottom lip until he can taste blood.

Like a cat perching in the grass ready to jump, he slowly lowers his head towards his grand prize, eyes never leaving his target for a second.

When he bites down, technicolor bursts across his vision. Below him his hyung— his mate keens as another painful orgasm rips through him like a storm.

Tearing through layers of skin Yoohyun moans at the first taste of blood, the sweetest ambrosia to his inner beast. His hips grind forwards, once- twice until he comes for a second time deep inside his sobbing mate.

His teeth sink deeper into Yoojin's neck, eliciting a moan as he reaches the muscular layer beneath the flesh.

After releasing his grip, Yoohyun gazes at the raw, animalistic bite mark covering Yoojin’s neck. He is certain the injury will heal into a prominent scar that his brother will be unable to conceal.

The thought leaves a smile on his lips.

Glancing up he’s met with the sight of his hyung's snot and tear-stained face. The omega's eyes are hazy, pupils threatening to roll back into his head. Yet, he holds out trembling arms waiting for Yoohyun to meet him halfway in a loving embrace.

Cradling his brother's face, Yoohyun moves closer until their noses almost touch, “Hyung, you're mine now.”

“I...am?” Wet eyes try to focus on his alpha's face without success.

“Yes. Forever. I'll take good care of you, hyung. I love you. I always did.” Yoohyun kisses him, long but gentle, to seal the deal.

When they separate Yoojin's own lips are curved up in a wobbly smile, “I-I love you too. Missed you s'much. Can't- can't live without you...” he mumbles, eyelids fluttering, “Don't leave me again...” He breathes out before his eyes roll back and he finally passes out.

Rolling them over, Yoohyun squeezes his brother close to his chest, careful not to strain the place where they're still connected. His hyung's body is already a brutal artwork of bruises and Yoohyun would hate to make it worse.

Once his knot deflates and he carries his brother back to his place he'll help him settle in for a soothing, warm bath. Then, he'll prepare a nourishing, delicious meal — the best his brother has ever tasted. Maybe after that, they'll go for another round on Yoohyun's— their bed.

“Don't worry, hyung. I'll never let you go.”