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@ᵃ gong yoo. The omega sealed his lips, nonplussed with his suggestion and rethinking if he should shed some help for his friend amid their rut. Would it paint the wrong idea, or could it lead to misunderstood feelings? That was the biggest issue, feelings. He worshipped the friendship he was gifted and the thought of losing it because of and the entanglement of love and crushes...He didn't tread further on his train of thought and closed it shut when he curled his fingertips into his palms.

They were both adults and knew how to communicate; Jiyong assumed highly of Jichul, that he was a man who didn't indulge in unnecessary dramatics, unlike the many people he had dated in his past. He cleared his throat, registering his prolonged silence and how his lips began to fuse, forcing him to peel them apart, "Not for me...for you...But perhaps I should take it, too; I know how messy pheromones can be between an alpha and an omega. We need at least one of us to have a clear head on their shoulders." A signature gummy smile peeked through till a wave of the alpha's scent collided against him, tempting to lure Jiyong in a distasteful, lewd manner, but he held his ground.

Jichul's scent, more potent, made the younger man paint an esplanade of the beach meeting the ocean, with a clear blue sky reflecting onto the endless amount of rippling water. Usually, Jiyong felt at ease with his friend's scent; this time, with the implication of the rut, sirens were beckoning for the slight man to stroll into the cold waters, to be drowned in a mesmerizing state.

Jiyong took the bottle of suppressants out of his friend's hand, the simple exchange of touch was enough to capture the heat that radiated off the older man. Twisting the cap open and tilting the bottle on an angle so pills would fall onto his open palm, he premeditated the situation once more. A decision was set in stone as he threw his head back, throwing the pills and taking them without the supply of water, something he was skillful at but not the most interesting brag out there.

The younger man motioned the bottle back, a resolute expression stuck on, he felt he had a duty to fulfill, to ease Jichul through the annoyance of a rut. "There are many ways I could help, my hands, my mouth, my thighs...I would have brought my fleshlight....ing hell..." He cursed, jerking his head to the side to avoid eye contact as his roots changed color due to embarrassment. "Sorry, that's a bit....too much to suggest." The cold-blooded hybrid rubbed his nape, with his gaze slowly rekindling with Jichul's, only to drop to see the dark stain in his sweatpants, making him clear his throat as his face heated up. "Heh...did you already....?" He teased the poor man at the suggestion of premature , knowing how much it makes people go into a fit of defensive argument.

"So....where shall this help of mine take place?" His dark orbs traveled over the older man's broad shoulder, looking down into the hallway, wondering which room or perhaps a few rooms they would spend time together. "Should we get you cleaned up first~?" His question was tainted with playfulness and rumbled with the lowness of gravelly voice.

@ᵒ kwon jiyong. "It's not here... yet? Are you..." The older male could feel his skin growing warmer and warmer. He'd never discussed his rut with Jiyong; it just seemed like a conversation that didn't suit their friendship. His eyes trickled down the omega's exposed neck for a brief moment, finding it's smooth consistency somewhat attractive on a night like tonight.... probably due to pheromones. The fact that the other was offering himself up in the first place was a bit surprising. Sure they flirted with one another, but this was something entirely different.

Jiyong must've known to some degree that the alpha couldn't say no, right? So close to rut and already unable to control his body. "I... do? You want to suppress your scent...?" It was uncharacteristically sweet today, typically his scent was accompanied by the overwhelming scent of something burning. Clearly, he was unaware of just how strong his own scent was... Though it was no doubt a strong mixture sea salt and sandy oak, and even more so now that there were omega pheromones in the air.

Nevertheless, Jichul liked to think he had more control than most.

He turned and made his way down the hallway, returning with the bottle of suppressants squeezed between his large palm. "How do you plan on helping me? I..." He thought about it for a moment, all of the things they could do that didn't involve going all the way, and realized he had many ideas that fit that filter. With that being said, they consisted of soft things like kissing skin or being close. Jichul hadn't realized that all the excitement had once again caused him to soak through the front of his sweat pants. He glanced down upon noticing it, cursing under his breath and feeling a bit embarrassed by how involuntary his body could be.

@ᵃ gong yoo. The little gap was enough to let the alpha's pheromones seep out, putting the unexpected omega in a chokehold. Jiyong cupped his hand over his mouth and nose as a reflex, cursing behind his palm at the timing of wanting to see his friend. Thinking he had adjusted to the overwhelming fumes, he revealed a lopsided gummy smile and picked a strand of his mint green hair between his thumb and index finger, "Mm what do you mean? It looks fine, no~?"

His eyes narrowed with a sly grin to match, mentally cooing to himself at how red the alpha was becoming, but realized...maybe it wasn't a good idea for an omega to visit an alpha during their rut. "I did..."He trails off, twisting his hand to twirl the plastic handle a few times, watching it unspin itself back to its normal state. "But I think I should just drop this off, I can visit anoth-" His sentence ended abruptly with laughter, raising a brow at the playful comment. "You think I wouldn't hang out with you till then? God, that's a long way of not seeing you..."

Jiyong extended his hand, gifting the bag of food while his orbs kept studying Jichul, a thought digging inside his skull. "Do you need any help?" He instantly regretted blurting his unfiltered thoughts, a rosy hue dusted over his cheeks and gradually, the roots of his dyed hair were turning pink. Being with an alpha during their rut would be insane and out of pocket for the omega. Heck, he didn't know what his friend preferred in the ual department, and it would be hard to tell someone during their cycle, 'no, I can't bottom for you.'

Not only that, the cold-blooded hybrid made a pact that he would never do anything ual with a friend; it gets messy afterward and ruins a good friendship with lust and feelings. "I don't mean....all the way ....I can help in other ways." The more he talked, the more he dug deeper into the hole of regrets, and his roots were now two inches pink, competing with the green. "But...scent suppressants....do you have those?" If he were genuinely thinking of helping his friend, there would be some precautions to be placed.

@ᵒ kwon jiyong. Jichul frowned at himself in the mirror. This was the fourth pair of sweatpants he'd changed into in the passed 14 hours. He couldn't help but wonder when is rut would finally make an appearance and when it would stop AFFECTING his appearance :( After sighing in defeat and tossing the pile of dirty laundry into the washing machine, his large frame shifted to the front door upon hearing the unexpected knock. However, upon pulling it open and seeing his friend grinning a Cheshire cat, his eyes grew wide. The last thing he needed was a sweet smelling omega in his apartment... not that his friend smelled especially sweet.

Unfortunately, the older male always had time for the Jiyong and couldn't bare to turn him away, no matter how red his skin became. "What on earth happened to your hair...?" He opened with a smile, hoping that pretending not to be bothered would keep him from getting even more red. "D-Did you come all this way to see me?" His eyes shifted to the takeout in tow. It was actually very sweet that the other had missed him enough to bring him something in the first place. Thinking about how good that felt, did help to alleviate some of his involuntary responses. "And here I thought we wouldn't be going on our date until springtime~"

@ᵃ gong yoo. It was late in the evening, Jiyong wasn't in the particular mood to be glamoured up in his high-fashion clothing. Today's choice was simple and down-to-earth, an oversized white t-shirt that could efficiently serve as a short dress with small graphic flowers embedded on his right chest. The sleeves rolled twice, his slender wrists decorated with casual leather bracelets and then there were his pants, checkered magenta print.

In his hand was a bag of Chinese takeout; it had been too long since he ate something like this with a friend, unsure if Jichul was in the mood for food. He knocked at the door, shifting his weight to one side as he waited patiently for his friend or his roommate to answer. His mint green hair is disheveled, god this 30-something-year-old was terrible with styling his hair, and it was evident that he spent the day lounging at home without a care.

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