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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where presenting triggers an avalanche of unknown roles. And Minho was definitely not meant to be a scientist.

The Twenty Third Installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!Skz, Omegaverse, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Y/N, SKZ!pack prequel, Pack!Prequel, prequel series, new, update, Skz drabble

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of vomit

Title: Scientific Method

“What do we do? Is there someone we should call?” Jisung paces frantically, his fingers buried in his hair, his expression panicked.

Hyunjin scoffs from his spot on the couch, his arms folded over his chest, his whole posture stiff and screaming anger still. “What do you think there is? Some sort of ‘Presentation Police’?”

“Hyunjin.” Changbin warns in a low tone from beside the omega, eyes flashing to the distress obvious on Jisung’s face, in the souring of his scent.

The distress flooding everyone at this point.

“He’s right though.” Seungmin comments from his spot against the wall, watching everyone warily, as if he’s studying you all. “We will have to get the appropriate paperwork from the Heat Clinic to excuse him from studies.”

The beta shifts slightly, clearing his throat. “And delayed presentations, from what I’ve read, are like a heat, but on steroids. So whether he knows it or not, he’s gonna need an alpha-a knot-sooner rather than later.”

You don’t miss the way Changbin and Chan stiffen at his words, a muscle flinching in Chan’s clenched jaw.

Minho sighs, reaching out a hand to stop Jisung’s endless pacing, tugging the beta to him and tucking him beneath the safety of his chin.

Jisung’s body stills, but his foot still taps anxiously against the floor.

“What do we do now though? At this exact moment?”

Seungmin shrugs. “We’ll have to ask him-what he needs, what he wants. Every omega-especially newly presented ones-are different. No two are the same.”

Hyunjin snorts from his position on the couch, anger flaring to life in the dark recesses of his eyes.

“He’s in no fucking condition to talk, Seungmin. Kid can’t even keep water down. He’s miserable.”

You know why he’s angry-and he has a right to be-but your alpha growls warningly in response at the slight bitter flare to his scent, as if he’s challenging you.

You discreetly put a hand over your nose and breathe through your mouth, because the scents colliding in the room right now-heightened by uncertainty and rampaging emotions-are threatening to overwhelm you.

You can feel a headache starting to pound behind your eyes.

“He’s probably scared.” Felix whispers, eyes large and dark, expression grave and worried. He’s picking at a string on the blanket across his lap, and Hyunjin breaks his inactivity to reach out and place his fingers comfortingly over the other omega’s.

Felix gives him a grateful look before he continues.

“Someone needs to be there for him. I don’t know what late presentations are like, thank god, but I do know what heats are like, and he’s not going to want to be alone.”

Chan clears his throat, resignation in his eyes as he steps forward, glancing between you, Changbin, and Minho.

“We have responsibilities as the alphas of this pack to take care of our own. We need to ask him who he wants, before he suffers needlessly.”

“He’s already suffering.” Hyunjin mutters bitterly beneath his breath, and Chan turns to him, eyes suddenly flashing, but his voice steady.

“Hyunjin, you have a right to be angry on Jeongin’s behalf, we were boneheads, I get that, but no matter how stupid we’ve been going about it, we’ve always, always put this pack first, and that’s what we’re trying to do now. Please give us a little slack, and if you don’t have anything helpful to add, find somewhere else to be until you can get control of your emotions.”

You see Felix squeeze Hyunjin’s hand, and finally the omega nods once, curt and short.

Chan blows out a long breath and glances back to all of you, and you see the dark circles forming beneath his eyes, slowly bruising the tan skin.

“Okay. How do we do this?”

You feel something heavy sink into the pit of your stomach at his words, and you immediately hold out your hands, your voice quiet as you announce, “Well, he definitely doesn’t want to see me. So I’ll take myself out of the running.”

Chan opens his mouth to say something-maybe to agree with you, maybe not-but Seungmin beats him to the punch.

“Not necessarily.” The beta pushes off the wall and comes toward you, studying you with a sharp gaze that seems to look right into everything you’re so desperately trying to keep hidden. “You may have been a straight up alpha asshole, and Jeongin may be upset with you right now, but his omega is an entirely different story.”

You stare at him, and he gives you a slight smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he shrugs.

“Biology’s a bitch, remember?”

You sigh. “So you keep telling me.”

“I’ll just go and talk to him.” Hyunjin announces sharply, pushing up from the couch with a slight glare. “He’s used to my scent since I helped him down here to his apartment, so it shouldn’t trigger him too much or make him too territorial if I enter his nest-”

Suddenly, the omega sways on his feet, and Changbin is up in a flash, steadying him with an arm around his waist.

“Jin.” Changbin murmurs, his face pinched with worry and confusion as he stares at the omega. “You good?”

“Fuck, I don’t-” Hyunjin starts to say, shaking his head slowly, before he groans and leans over to clamp his arms around his midsection.

“Fuck.” He repeats again, and it’s a whimper this time, as Changbin takes all of his weight with a grunt and holds him upright.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chan asks, voice tight, as he kneels down in front of Hyunjin and tries to look up into his face, his hands going steadily on the omega’s hips.

There is the sudden sharp scent of lemons flooding out all the other smells in the room, and saliva starts to pool behind your teeth.

Your wolf begins to pace in agitation.

“I think I-” Hyunjin starts to say between gritted teeth, before doubling over once more.

And then you smell it, clear as day.

It makes your jaw ache, spit flooding your mouth, your wolf suddenly at full attention, hungry.

Slick.

“Aw, fuck.” Minho growls out, dark eyes growing more serious as he stares at Hyunjin. “Are you in heat?”

Hyunjin shakes his head violently, as Changbin helps him toward the door with slow, unsteady steps. “No! I’m diligent with tracking, I’m not even close-” “Wait.” You say, hurrying after Changbin and helping Hyunjin slip his feet into his sneakers. You glance up at the pained look on the omega’s from where you’re kneeling and suddenly, you feel stupid for not putting it together sooner.

“The same thing happened when Felix experienced his first heat as part of the pack.” You glance at Felix for confirmation, and he gives a quick nod, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin’s crumpled frame. “And now Jeongin-”

Seungmin’s eyes light up like he’s just put the puzzle pieces together too.

“Oh my god. We’re so fucking dense.”

You nod, and Hyunjin lets out a harsh breath, glaring as much as he can between the two of you.

“Spit it out. I’m dying here.”

You smooth a palm down his thigh, and the muscle trembles a little less beneath your touch, your pheromones blooming in the air between you.

“You’re our Luna.” You murmur, and your wolf growls with the rightness of it all. You can’t believe you hadn’t realized it sooner. You glance back up to Hyunjin’s pinched face. “You’re the Luna of the pack.”

Understanding crosses Hyunjin’s face, followed by panic.

“Fuck, I think I’m going to be sick-” He chokes out, and you don’t know whether it’s the sudden news of his position in the pack, or the impending heat, but he does suddenly look a bit green.

You stand, and open the door so Changbin can usher him into the hall.

“Take care of him, yeah?” You say softly as they pass you, and Changbin glances at you, nodding stiffly.

“I’ve got him, baby girl. Don’t worry.”

You nod back, holding his gaze. “I know.”

Hyunjin whines, and you have to tamp your wolf back down from answering the call.

You lean over once more to glance at his face, smoothing a hand over his hair.

“If you need me, baby-” You assure quietly, staring at him unwaveringly, your scent backing your firm words. “-I will be there immediately. Okay?”

Hyunjin nods, whimpering slightly beneath his breath, clutching his middle, and then you let them go, watching as Changbin helps him down the hall and out of sight.

You glance back in through the open doorway, to where the rest of the pack is still discussing how to help Jeongin, and now Hyunjin, and feel something heavy and forbidding settle into the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck.” You mutter beneath your breath, just to yourself and whatever God may be listening, before you go back into the apartment and shut the door.

***************

In the end, you all come to the decision that it’s for the best if the two betas go in to talk to Jeongin and see what he needs from all of you.

“Our scents are soft and faint, they won’t trigger him like the alphas’ or Felix’s would.” Seungmin had assured, looking between all of you seriously. “We’re also neutral ground, so his omega shouldn’t feel the need to be territorial over its nest either.”

And now Jisung was looking like he wanted to follow in Jeongin’s and Hyunjin’s footsteps and promptly hurl his guts up in the bathroom.

“I’m having a fucking panic attack.” He chokes out, leaning over the sink, palms flat against the cold marble of the counter, face red and sweaty.

You shut the door quietly behind you and approach him slowly, watching the way his chest heaves as he breathes in and out.

Well, gasps in and out.

“Jisung.” You murmur gently, coming up behind him and carefully sliding your hands over his, pressing your chest against his back, if only to ground him a little. “Breathe.”

“I can’t-” He stutters out, fingers clenching beneath your own, his whole body trembling, as he drops his head and gasps for breath, repeating again desperately, “-I can’t.”

“Jisung.” You echo, voice firmer this time, pressing more tightly against him, pinning him against the counter, hoping to settle him with your body weight. “Look at me.”

He lifts his head, just enough to meet your eyes in the mirror from beneath the dark fringe of his bangs, and you hold him steady with your gaze, watching the panic swirl in the depths of his eyes.

“Breathe.” You admonish again, softer once more, and Jisung manages to take in one deep, shuddering breath. You nod, squeezing his hands. “Good. Again.”

He takes in another breath, followed by another, and you wait in silence, until his heartbeat is no longer thundering through his back and into your own.

“Good boy, baby.” You praise quietly, rubbing your fingers over his own, as he ducks his head once more and takes a few more calming breaths. “That’s it. You’re doing great.”

You watch him carefully in the reflection of the mirror, gauging his condition, and after another beat of silence, he lifts his head and says hoarsely in a halting voice, not quite meeting your gaze, “I’m sorry.”

You immediately shake your head, snaking your arms around his waist now that he’s a tad calmer, squeezing him to you as you continue to both stand in front of the mirror.

“You have nothing to apologize for, ever. Not with me, not with any other member of the pack. We love you, baby. That will never change.”

You squeeze him once more, just for good measure, and he finally meets your gaze, his own large, dark eyes still slightly more shiny than normal.

“Thanks.” He whispers back, taking in another long, trembling breath.

You nod silently, still watching him, and then ask softly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jisung blows out the breath he had been holding, and his fingers tighten again against the lip of the counter, his knuckles whitening.

The scent of drying laundry filling the bathroom grows slightly moldy.

His body tenses beneath your hold, and you sink your chin onto his shoulder, just to remind him you’re there.

“I-” Jisung starts, biting his trembling bottom lip. “-don’t think I’m the right person for this job.”

You say nothing, waiting for him to continue.

He sighs, and releases his hold on the counter finger by finger, as if he just now realized how tightly he was clenching the stone for support.

“I don’t know what to say, or what to do, and I’ve never even dealt with someone during their cycle before-well, that’s not true, I’ve been with Minho-hyung for rut, but a heat is completely different according to Seungmin-and a whole lot is riding on this going well, and I-” His panicked rambling dies off into a groan, and he leans over the sink once more. “-Fuck, I think I’m going to be sick-”

You cling to him more tightly, and try to pull him back from the brink.

“Jisung.” You say firmly, keeping your voice calm and steady, your expression never wavering from his as you stare him down in the mirror. You mimic a deep, long breath. “Breathe, baby.”

He manages to pull in another breath at your words, and then another, and when he looks at you once more, he doesn’t look quite so intent on vomiting up his breakfast.

You let him calm down in silence for another beat, and then you ask quietly, voice firm, “Who made you feel like that?”

Jisung’s eyes flick up to yours, and there is surprise written on his face, mixed now with the panic.

“Like what?”

It’s your turn to take in a deep breath, something cold and final settling between your ribs now that you’re truly paying attention, as if your wolf knew what was happening before you did, growling low and threatening, ready to protect the beta enclosed in your arms with its final breath.

“Like you’re not good enough. Like you’re somehow lacking.”

You’re not just talking about the anxiety attacks either. You’re talking about the fact that someone made him feel as if he didn’t have anything to contribute to serious situations.

The thought makes you see red.

Jisung visibly winces, and you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Jisung.” You say firmly, reaching up a hand to cup his chin, so he can’t duck his head and avoid your gaze any longer, your palm against his throat, the rapid flicker of his pulse speeding up beneath your touch.

His eyes are large and dark, and a silent tear rolls down one of his cheeks.

“You are an important, valid, loved member of this pack. When I say you can do anything you set your mind to, I mean it. And there is no one, no one, better for this job than you.”

His bottom lip quivers and you swipe your finger tip across it gently.

“You were the first one to make Innie feel welcome. The first one to help him get comfortable. The first one to invite him to hang out in a casual setting. You were the only member of the pack he trusted from the absolute very beginning. You, Jisung, no one else, you. And he needs you now. And we wouldn’t have asked you to do this, if we didn’t believe that you could.”

Jisung takes in one more deep, shuddering breath, and then nods, straightening his shoulders with a determined look.

“You’re right. I can do this.”

You give him the hint of a smile as he turns in your arms, and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, swiping away the track left behind by the rogue tear.

The scent of laundry is cleaner now, giving hints of a warm summer day and fresh detergent.

“Yes, baby, you absolutely can.”

*********

“Stop pacing.” Minho snaps out, glaring at Chan, as he takes another circle of the room.

Chan shoots him an apologetic look and flops down beside you on the couch. “Sorry, Min.”

He glances at his watch and then to the empty hallway.

“They’ve been in there a long time. Do you think they-” “No.” You shake your head, knowing where he’s going, and let your hand rest on his jiggling thigh, stilling the nervous movement and hopefully keeping him place for a moment longer. “They’re okay. Jisung and Seungmin have got this.”

Chan sighs and nods, sinking back into the couch, but he doesn’t look happy about it.

The hand he covers your own with is trembling slightly.

“God, you’re like a nervous mother hen, hyung.” Minho remarks with a slight smirk, though you can tell, by his grip on the arm of the couch, that he’s not as relaxed as he’s pretending to be.

This whole thing has put everyone on edge.

“I can’t help it.” Chan protests, throwing his hands out helplessly. “He’s always on edge, but today it’s like ten times as bad.”

You know he’s talking about his alpha, and something in his words catches your attention, making you think for a moment.

Hyunjin being the Luna of the pack made sense after you’d put everything together, maybe Chan-

Your train of thought is interrupted by the reappearance of Seungmin and Jisung, and a fresh wave of a scent you’ve never smelled before.

Something yeasty, like rising bread? And spiced with cinnamon around the edges.

Your wolf immediately pricks its ears, growling possessively.

At the same time, Chan covers his nose beside you, pupils going wide and dark almost immediately.

“Fuck.” Jisung goes directly to Minho, curling up into his arms and snuggling his head against his chest, and Minho rears back, hissing slightly between his teeth.

Jisung glances up, expression offended. “What the fuck, hyung?”

Minho carefully deposits the put out beta onto his own cushion of the couch, and scoots closer to you and Chan, his own palm going up to cover his nose and mouth.

“No offense, Sungie, but you’re gonna have to shower before you come near me again.”

Now all three of you are crushed onto the furthest end of the couch, and Seungmin is watching from the doorway, open amusement on his features.

Jisung glances at the other beta with annoyance on his face, and Seungmin takes pity on him, coming to sit beside him as he pats his hand once in sympathy.

Minho practically climbs on top of you and Chan to get away.

“It’s Innie’s scent, hyung. It’s all over us.” Seungmin says, glancing over to the three of you with humor in his dark eyes, his brow arched. “He didn’t have one before, but now that he’s presenting, it’s kinda strong.”

“Kinda?” Chan chokes out, trying to breathe through his mouth, and you have to agree with his outrage.

You literally can’t take a breath of the yeast laden air without your entire body prickling with want.

“Well, fuck me, I guess.” Jisung grumbles, lifting the hem of his shirt to his nose as if to smell what Seungmin is talking about, then letting it fall in open disgust.

“Oh, I will.” Minho retorts back, his hand never leaving his face. “But only after you shower.”

“Well?” Chan asks impatiently, and Seungmin gives him a sharp look, to which he slumps back on the couch. “Sorry.”

“Wow, first you say we stink, now you’re taking tones with us?” Jisung wails dramatically, flinging himself over Seungmin, even as the other beta wrinkles his nose and tries, unsuccessfully, to shove him off. “The pack is being torn apart by this!”

“You don’t stink-” You start carefully, glancing at Chan and Minho, who look just as desperately frazzled as you feel. The saliva in your mouth echoes the truth of your words. “-quite the opposite actually.”

Jisung immediately ceases his wailing and sits up right.

“Oh?” He arches a brow, and a saucy look comes over his face. “So you’re telling me I shouldn’t do this-”

He makes a move to playfully lunge toward the three of you, piled on the end of the couch, and swear to god, you all visibly flinch.

“No!” You all shriek at the same time, and Minho’s elbow hits you square in the face and Chan takes your knee to his ribs as you all scrabble to get away from the smirking beta and the overwhelming, incredibly tantalizing scent of warm bread.

“Fucking hell, Jisung.” Minho groans, pinching his nose and screwing his eyes closed as if he’s getting a migraine. “Do you have a death wish?”

Jisung’s smirk grows wider. “Death by fucking? It’s my ideal way to go.”

“Yeah, well-” Chan sighs deeply. “Don’t play with fire right now, okay? Or our alphas are liable to jump you and never let you go. They’re-” He shifts uncomfortably beneath you, and you feel his hardness between your legs. It makes your mouth water more. “-incredibly riled.” He finishes lamely, and Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes at the obvious understatement of the century.

“Speaking of,” You turn to Minho, who is practically sitting on top of you, Chan on the bottom of your unfortunate dog-or wolf-pile. “Can you get your boner out of my face?”

He levels you with an even gaze. “Only if you get yours out of mine.”

Chan groans. “Seungmin, for the love of god, please just tell us who Jeongin wants so the other two of us can get the fuck out of here.”

Jisung’s face grows serious, and Seungmin lets out a long breath.

“He doesn’t know.” He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, even as your stomach plummets at the grave words. “You’ve all gotta go in there and see who his new omega responds to the most favorably.” Seungmin’s face darkens slightly. “But hurry up, because even if he doesn’t know it, he’s gonna need a knot, and soon.”

Chan nods resignedly. “All right. Do we get Changbin?”

“We can’t.” You immediately shake your head. “You know how Jinnie is in heat. He won’t let anyone else near him for the first twenty four hours.”

“Guess we’re the lucky Three Musketeers then.” Minho grunts, shoving himself up from the couch and offering you and Chan a hand. “C’mon Porthos and Aramis. Let’s get this over with.”

“How come you get to be Athos?” You grumble beneath your breath at the other alpha, but allow him to pull you to your feet regardless.

Minho arches a brow at you and gives you a look that brooks no argument as he pulls Chan to his feet as well.

“Because I said so. Now quit your whining and c’mon. Let’s go.”

********************

When you enter Jeongin’s bedroom, the first thing you’re hit with is the wave of scent.

It’s so thick you can taste it, warm and spicy on your tongue, saliva instantly pooling, teeth aching.

Your wolf is instantly pacing your insides, whining long and low, begging you to do something.

You clench your hands into fists at your side and glue yourself against the wall, because you’re not sure you can trust yourself to take another step.

Not yet.

Minho files in after you, his expression neutral, the only signal he’s taken notice of the new omega’s scent a slight flaring of his nostrils as he steps inside, leveling his gaze on the curled boy on the bed.

He crosses without hesitation, and crouches down beside Jeongin, careful not to disturb the carefully curated nest of blankets and pillows surrounding the omega, lining the edges of the small twin bed.

You admire his calm confidence, back hard against the wall.

“Hey, pup.” Minho says in a low, gentle voice, and Jeongin cracks open an eye, staring at Minho in slight confusion before recognition dawns on his features.

“Hyung?” He croaks out weakly, not moving from the fetal position, his arms curled around his middle.

His scent flares in response to Minho’s presence, and you grit your teeth, willing yourself to remain firmly in place.

Chan appears at your side, the last to come through the door, and you glance sidelong at him, noting the immediate change in his demeanor as the scent laden air washes over him.

His whole body stiffens, and you can see it, the alpha coming to life in the depths of his eyes, erasing the dark circle of his pupils as fiery gold washes in.

“Chan-” You start to say, not sure if you should reach out and touch him in his current state.

Minho reaches out to swipe a hand across the sweaty hair plastered to Jeongin’s forehead, and Chan growls, low and threatening in the back of his throat, the dangerous sound filling the room and making your every hair stand on end.

Minho glances over his shoulder at the other alpha, expression hard, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Christopher.” The name Minho always uses for your mate must snap him out of his alpha mindset for just a moment, because Chan is suddenly back, stumbling backward to plant his back firmly against the door beside your own, his eyes wide and dark, chest heaving, expression panicked.

A harsh wave of thunderstorm, so thick it threatens to choke you, rolls over the room.

This time, you reach out and lay a hand on his arm, and his frantic gaze snaps to your own.

“I can’t be here-” He chokes out, eyes flicking around the room, as if he’s looking for an escape route. He clutches at the fabric of his shirt covering his chest, as if his heart is pounding so hard he has to stop it from escaping. “-not with the two of you. Fuck, I need to go-”

Minho stands, slow and certain, staring Chan down.

Behind him, Jeongin whimpers.

“Do you want to rip my throat out, Christopher?” Minho asks so calmly, you have to double take on his words, his fingers pinching the skin of Chan’s wrist, his whole body stiff once more. “Rip it out for touching your little omega?”

Chan gulps, the sound loud in your ears.

“Minho, don’t.” You warn in a low voice, hand tightening to keep the alpha beside you in place.

Minho ignores you, cocking his head and arching a brow at Chan, completely relaxed.

“C’mon then. I won’t resist.” Minho smirks, baring his throat for Chan and going completely still.

Beside you, Chan freezes, and when you glance at him worriedly, his entire pupil is swallowed in a sea of roiling gold.

Minho snorts. “Oh? So you don’t care if I-”

He holds Chan’s gaze steadily, and reaches out to swipe a hand once more across the sweaty, pink skin of Jeongin’s flushed forehead.

A low growl emanates from Chan, and all of his muscles coil, as if he’s readying himself to pounce on the other alpha.

“Minho.” You repeat, harsher this time, and Minho finally looks at you. You stare him down. “Don’t.”

“I’m testing something, sweetheart.” Minho murmurs back, his gaze flicking back over to the other tense alpha practically vibrating beside you.

You have the silent thought that he could probably ‘test something’ when none of your lives are in danger, but you don’t say it out loud, choosing to keep a steadying hand on Chan instead.

“He’d just as soon rip your throat out too, you know.” Minho remarks, taking a step forward now, his searching gaze scanning Chan’s face. “Just because you’re his silly little moonmate or whatever Seungmin insists on calling it, it won’t stop him from turning on you with teeth bared if you so much as touch that omega currently on the bed, sweetheart.”

You glance to Jeongin, still curled into a ball, and then back to Chan, eyes wide, every breath a pant through his parted lips.

“Minho.” You try one more time, staring down the other alpha, who looks triumphant now. “Please stop.”

Thankfully, Minho listens to you this time, shrugging his shoulders easily, before he steps away from the bed and Jeongin and back toward the door.

Chan’s hackles slowly lower.

Minho smirks. “C’mon, sweetheart. I think I’ve proved my point.” He takes your hand off Chan’s arm and leads you around him to the door. “We’re not needed here.”

You stumble after him, still in a partial daze from Jeongin’s scent and Chan’s behavior, and let him pull you from the room, glancing over your shoulder as the door shuts behind you.

In the hallway, your head clears, and you’re whirling on Minho in an instant.

“What the fuck was that?” You demand angrily, the other alpha leaning against the wall and holding your gaze steadily, ignoring your obvious fury.

“What, you don’t know?” Minho inquires cockily, arching a brow, and you suddenly want to punch him in the face. He jerks his chin toward the room where you’d left Chan and Jeongin. “That, sweetheart, was a little test for Christopher, just to prove my theory right.”

You stare at him, something itching at the back of your brain, and Minho rolls his eyes at your silence and sighs, like he needs to walk you through it.

He pushes off the wall and closes the gap between you, reaching up to take your face in his hands and shake you a little.

“Sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.” He slows down his words dramatically and you glare back at him, even as his lips curve upward into a smirk. “Christopher is a Head Alpha. More specifically, our Head Alpha.”

It clicks into place, and you remembered wondering, briefly, earlier.

You continue to stare, and Minho sighs again, releasing his hold on you.

You instantly miss the warmth of his skin and the sweet smell of bergamot in your nose.

You realize with a start that you’re still slightly riled from Jeongin’s overly strong scent, your wolf pacing restless, relentless heat slowly building beneath the surface of your skin.

“Minho.” You say as he turns to walk back to the living room, and he pauses, glancing over his shoulder at you with a raised brow.

The itch is growing, spreading over your body in prickling waves.

Staring at the full swell of Minho’s lips, bitten slightly between his sharp white teeth, is certainly not helping.

“Yes?” Minho goads, and you realize you’ve gotten lost in your own thoughts again.

You shake away the cobwebs and stare him down.

You can feel the gold creeping in, your alpha emerging.

You glance past his shoulder to the living room where the betas most likely wait, then back toward the spare room of Jeongin’s apartment.

Minho follows your gaze, and something predatory comes into his own.

“Oh?” You shrug a shoulder and take a step backward, toward the empty bedroom.

“I mean, they’ll expect us to be gone a bit longer-” Minho smirks dangerously, taking a step in your direction, and your pulse picks up, anticipating the game as the spicy scent of amber hits your nose.

“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart.” He purrs, taking another step as you take a step back to match, watching him warily.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, making your core clench pitifully. “And lucky for you, kitten, I’m in the mood to take my time.”

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where volunteering sucks. And freshmen are just as bad for your health as energy drinks.

Or the seventeenth installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!Pack prequel series, new, update, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, fluff, skz fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: Orientation

“I can’t believe you let hyung talk you into volunteering. Let alone a whole day of giving tours to baby freshmen who have proven to be no smarter than a box of rocks and just as annoying.” Hyunjin scoffs as he catches sight of you, tugging on your ‘Department of Sciences’ hoodie.

Jisung makes a noise of annoyance in his throat, a nonverbal beratement at Hyunjin to stop moving around so goddamn much, and paints another coat of nail polish across the omega’s nail, his tongue stuck between his lips in concentration.

You sigh and roll your eyes. “You get a class credit for doing it. It’s an easy A.”

Hyunjin snorts, but stays still this time, giving you an unconvinced stare from the kitchen table. “Still can’t believe it.”

“And I still can’t believe that you all took bets on my kinks.” Chan enters the kitchen now on the tail end of the conversation, straightening his unruly curls with his fingers, already sporting his navy ‘Department of Music’ sweatshirt. He gives Hyunjin a sharp stare, only given away by the slightly amused twitch to his lips. “So I guess we’re even.”

Minho appears in the doorway, looking entirely too sleep rumpled for almost eleven in the morning, and scowls at all of you.

“What the hell are you all doing in my kitchen?”

“Hanging out.” Hyunjin offers unhelpfully, as Jisung finishes one of his hands with a flourish and an admonishment to blow carefully on the wet nails.

“I think the freshmen are cute.” Felix chimes in, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin and resting his head lightly on the other omega’s shoulder. “They’re precious, all wide eyed and innocent and excited for a new year.”

Minho looks downright exasperated now.

“Oh my god, is literally everyone here?”

Jisung scoffs. “You would. Leave it to Sunshine Angel Baby Felix to think the newest wave of fresh meat is ‘adorable.’”

“I hate the freshmen.” Changbin grunts, sliding carefully past Minho in the doorway, headed straight for the fridge, as he tugs open the door and reaches inside to pull out a bottle of orange juice. “They come into the studio spaces and fuck all the equipment up.”

He lifts the juice to his lips in an annoyed sort of motion and takes a swig right from the jug.

“Seo Changbin, I know you did not just drink straight out of my carton like some sort of bumbling, disgusting, uncivilized neanderthal.”

Changbin looks suitably apologetic as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Sorry, hyung.”

“The actual worst thing about freshmen though, is that they don’t know how to keep their stupid hands or thoughts to themselves.” Hyunjin continues with barely concealed annoyance, as Seungmin skirts around the still lurking Minho and tosses Changbin a cup from the cabinet with remarkable ease.

Minho sighs and scrubs down his face with his hand as if he’s about to commit murder, before he turns and disappears back down the hallway to his room without a word.

A moment later, a door slams shut.

“Yeah.” Jisung agrees with a vicious nod, digging around in Minho’s pantry and emerging victoriously with a bag of chips in his fisted grip, which he uses to point sternly in Hyunjin’s direction, then your own. “Noona is hella hot-goddamn fine even-and those little cretins are gonna be hitting on her alllllll day.”

Beside you, Chan makes a sound of betrayal in his throat.

“What am I, chopped liver?”

You grin and turn to the put-out alpha standing beside you, patting his cheek a few times, none too gently, with the open palm of your hand.

“You’re very pretty, Christopher. Now c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

********

You pop open a much needed can of Monster on your walk across campus, and Chan immediately gives you a judgmental side eye as you lift the energy drink to your lips.

“Energy drinks are bad for you, you know.”

You take a long sip, and stare him down boldly. “Funny, cause you know what else is bad for me? Children. And we’re about to spend the whole day with a fuck ton of them.”

Chan considers you for a moment, dark eyes thoughtful, and then reaches for the can, fingers curling around your own as he steals it and raises it to his own lips for a quick swig.

“Touche.”

You walk in silence for several moments, gravel crunching beneath your feet, and then Chan says, glancing sidelong at you once more, “You look cute, you know? In your department sweatshirt.”

You roll your eyes and hide the smile that’s threatening behind your teeth.

Instead, you turn to him and raise a brow, keeping your expression serious.

“I’d look cuter if it were off of me though.”

Chan chokes on the sip of energy drink he has just stolen, and you laugh as he hands you back the can once more, coughing, desperately trying to scrub off the spilled stain that now marks the front of his hoodie.

“Shit.”

You pull him to a stop, turning him to face you as you knock his fumbling hands out of the way and pat at the spilled energy drink with a napkin from the recesses of your backpack.

You’re aware he’s watching you, but you purposefully keep your gaze downturned, focusing more than is necessary on wiping away the stain from the navy material.

You finally chance a glance up at him through your lashes.

“You’re just too easy, baby. I had to.” You give a little laugh and a shrug as you finally release your hold on him, but don’t step away. “Sorry.”

Something flickers across his gaze at your words, but you don’t catch what it is before it disappears, and then he says quietly, “Say that again.”

You tilt your head and stare up at him, confused.

“What? Sorry?”

He shakes his own head, curls falling into his eyes, and there is a thin ring of gold around his pupils now, bleeding into the caramel of his irises.

“No. What you called me.”

Understanding dawns on you, and you swallow, trying to ignore the sudden heavy scent of rain in the surrounding air.

“What, baby?”

Chan hums, a contented sort of rumble in his chest, and your wolf practically salivates at the way his pupils dilate in response to your voice, and that word.

“Interesting.” You muse, smirking now.

You take a step closer to him.

Chan lets out a long, controlled breath between barely parted lips, and shakes his head, and when he looks at you again, there’s no sign of the gold, of the alpha, that plagued his eyes, only moments before.

He offers you the hint of a sheepish smile as you feel your own wolf retreat a bit.

“Sorry. It’s been awhile.”

You study him for another long moment, and then put some space in between you once more.

“Changbin calls you ‘babe’ at the studio all the time. He told me.”

Chan grimaces as you both continue to walk once more.

“Yeah, but that’s not the same, that’s just in joking. Bros being bros.”

“Is it?” You query, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, and you see realization begin to cross his face.

“Isn’t it?” He repeats back slightly under his breath, brow furrowed.

You groan and roll your eyes, hurrying your steps so he has to catch up to you, still looking deep in thought.

“God, the music department is so gay.”

********

“Okay, any questions?” You clap your hands to get the chattering group of freshmen’s attention, as Chan does his best to round them up into one space outside the campus cafeteria.

One of the girls-Rheena? Raina?-raises her hand.

You point to her.

“Yeah.”

She glances at Chan like he’s put the stars in the sky, her pale pink lips slightly agape as she ogles.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Chan looks caught off guard, glancing at you with a hooded expression, one brow raised.

You sigh. “Yes.” You glance around the group, ignoring the crestfallen look on the omega girl’s face. “Any other questions?”

Another freshman raises their hand, this time, a boy.

You don’t like the cocky look in his eye.

“How’d you manage to bag another alpha? Isn’t that like, weird or something?”

You sigh again, longer this time, and mutter beneath your breath, “I meant questions about the tour, god.”

You force a smile onto your face and stare down the smirking little shit-newly alpha-as you say tightly, “It’s not weird. Perfectly acceptable actually.”

The boy looks like he’s about to say something else, but luckily, Chan jumps in before he can speak again.

“Okay!” He claps his hands loudly and grins at the freshman. “Lunch time! You can enter the cafeteria through the doors behind you, use the cards we showed you to pay for your meal plan, and then find somewhere to sit.” He glances down at the watch he wears and then back to the group of kids before you. “You’ve got an hour and a half, and then we need to meet back here for the final leg of the tour, okay? Everybody got that?”

There are several nods and murmurs of agreement, and then the group of freshmen disperse and disappear into the swinging doors that lead to the cafeteria.

You blow out the annoyed breath you’ve been holding and subtly flip little alpha man off behind his back as he leaves your sight.

Beside you, Chan chuckles.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t like kids.” You scoff and shoot him a glare. “It’s not that I don’t like kids, okay? I just don’t like that kid.”

Chan grins, all flashing pointed teeth, and hands you your sack lunch as you both settle onto the cement stairs behind you, a knowing look in his eyes as he watches you dig around for your sandwich.

“Fair. But you also have to remember-” He takes a bite of his own sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “-it sucks to present. He’s probably dealing with a whole slew of hormones from his alpha that he didn’t even have to think about before.”

You chew sullenly, unwilling to give Chan the point he deserves.

He takes a sip from his coke and glances at you sidelong, waiting.

You sigh and crush your own now empty can between your fingers.

“Fine. I’ll try to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

Chan grins, tossing his eaten lunch into the nearest trash can, before he leans over and pats your head in an altogether annoying way, which is why it catches you off guard completely when he murmurs in your ear, breath warm on your skin, voice dipping into deep alpha timber.

“Good girl.”

You swallow your bite of sandwich, now dry in your mouth, and try not to think about earlier, when he had asked you to repeat what you had said, in that same lilting, deep, commanding tone.

Say that again.

You repress a shudder and throw your own half eaten lunch into the same trash can.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite nerds.”

A familiar voice breaks through the tension of the moment, followed by a snap of Autumn in the air, and you both glance up as San, grinning ear to ear, comes into view around the corner of the cafeteria.

You immediately groan even as Chan stands to give the incoming beta a high five.

San’s face doesn’t lose its grin as they both settle back down beside you, the beta throwing his arms around the two of you and pulling you close.

“Sup, alphas?”

You roll your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that you’re here? Although-” You glance to where he appeared, half expecting to see Wooyoung rounding the corner at any moment. “-where’s your better half? I’d think your ugly mug would scare the children if he’s not around.”

You offer him a sweetly innocent smile.

San scoffs. “Please. I’m hot as fuck and you know it.”

A crisp, cold wave of early Autumn washes over you at his words, and you make a show of pinching your nose.

“Seriously, Sannie, did he forget your leash? There’s no other way he’d let you wander around on your own.”

“For your information, I hold his leash, so jot that down-” San leans into you and runs his cold nose along your throat, even as you shove him away from you. He gives you a grin so wide his eyes disappear into crescents. “-and second, he’s rounding up our kids for the second half of the tour.”

“You let him do that on his own?” Chan asks with slight amusement, glancing down at his watch, even as he stands and stretches.

“Of course.” San shrugs, dark eyes gleaming now, as he smirks wickedly. “I wanted him to know what the rest of us have to deal with on a daily basis, living with him.”

“Cruel.” You remark, but there’s respect in your tone, and he knows it.

“Cruel, but just.” He gives you a wink, and you grin.

San stands, towering next to Chan, and stretches his own arms above his head, his maroon ‘Department of Dance’ sweatshirt riding up to reveal a tan swath of skin, and the beginning lines of the dark ink of his matching tattoo that he shares with his moonmate, sketched across his hip.

You stand as well, gathering up the last of your trash, and San gives you a questioning look.

“Where’s Minnie? Couldn’t convince him to come this year?”

You snort beneath your breath. “Lee Minho would rather pull out his own teeth than have to deal with freshmen-and you-all day.”

San makes a wounded face, always dramatic, as you all begin walking toward the cafeteria and the bustling groups of freshmen.

“Damn. Harsh.” He grins roguishly. “I was really looking forward to us wearing matching couple’s hoodies.”

“Pretty sure Minho burned that sweatshirt the first week of school. Something about ‘lack of school spirit and maroon isn’t his color.’” Chan remarks dryly from San’s other side, and the beta mocks a pout.

“He would.”

San glances over your head and waves wildly to someone, and you follow his gaze, finding a harried looking Wooyoung standing with a large group of gathered freshmen, tapping his foot impatiently and glaring at the beta beside you.

San whistles beneath his breath. “He looks mad.”

You nod in agreement. “You’re gonna die.”

Chan claps the beta on the back. “Hell of a way to go, man.”

San sighs, and then he perks up again, whirling to face the two of you even as he walks away, walking backward and somehow narrowly avoiding every freshman in his path.

He points to the two of you. “Oh, hey! We’ve got a freshie in our group that doesn’t belong. Not interested in Dance or anything down that alley whatsoever, but he’s still undecided major wise. Care if I send the little dude to you for the second half? Maybe he’ll dig science or music.”

Beside you, Chan shrugs.

“Sure. Send him over.”

San gives you an enthusiastic double thumbs up, and turns to run in the direction of the still waiting Wooyoung.

“Think they’ll accept a trade?” You remark sarcastically beneath your breath, as your own group comes into view, cocky little alpha shit right up front and center, your gaze immediately falling to him.

Chan nudges you warningly in the side, and you bite back a smirk.

He’s addressing the group of waiting freshmen, when San saunters over with the newest member of your entourage, pulling him up beside you quietly as Chan continues to go over the itinerary for the rest of the day.

You glance over your shoulder at the beta, and unwittingly, your gaze falls to the boy beside him.

He’s small, dark red hair falling over the tips of his ears, pointed features pretty and delicate, fox-like, the way he holds himself reminding you a little bit of Felix, unsure and hesitant.

San is saying something to you, but you’re not registering, because something deep inside-your wolf-is keeping your gaze pinned on the mysterious freshman at his side.

And then, it hits you.

He doesn’t smell. He doesn’t have a scent.

Whereas the rest of the incoming students haven’t quite learned how to control their pheromones yet, their scents strong in your nose, telling you exactly where they fall in the subgender way of things, the boy in front of you smells like nothing-nothing except laundry detergent and maybe a little bit of sweat from the high overhead sun.

He’s unpresented? Is that even still a thing?

Curiosity instantly rears its head, and your wolf simultaneously urges you forward without a second thought.

You hold out your hand, and San stops talking, looking at you curiously.

“(Y/N).” Your fingers don’t waver, as you watch the boy glance to you in slight surprise, and then down to your still outstretched hand. “And you are?”

After another brief moment of hesitation, he places his palm in yours.

“Yang Jeongin.”

San chuckles, giving you a knowing look, which you dutifully ignore, and claps the new student on the back once more.

“Well, you’re in good hands, Jeongin. I’m gonna get going.”

And then he’s gone, with one last pointed look in your direction.

It’s then that you realize your fingers are still interlaced with Jeongin’s, and you pull back abruptly, clearing your throat, even as Chan finally finishes his long winded speech to the other freshmen.

“Well, Jeongin.” You motion with your head to the group behind you. “Hopefully you think Music and Science are a bit more interesting than whatever those two goons had going on in your old group.”

Jeongin stares at you for a moment, and then he smiles, and something within you loses breath at the sight, his sharp teeth flashing, eyes disappearing into crescent moons within his cheeks.

“I’m sure I’ll fit in just fine.”

You swallow hard, and pull your gaze away from his own, glancing at Chan now, who is staring at the two of you quizzically, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

You shrug in the other alpha’s direction, and then turn back to Jeongin with a nod.

“I’m sure you will, Yang Jeongin. I have no doubt about that.”

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