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Part 23

Yong-gi

"If you keep giving me bedroom eyes while I'm driving, we might get into an accident," I deadpan.

Nam-gi continues to look at me with those dark eyes of his, running his thumb over his bottom lip. He's zoned out, checking me out. The beta has been eyeing me since we finished our fly. Although he looks excited, I know he's also nervous.

"Baby," I say, waving my hand in front of his face.

He grabs my hand and drags his lips over my fingertips, giving me that blank stare: eyes blown out and cheeks flushed. Slowly, he takes my fingers into his mouth and begins to suck.

My eyes blow wide and my left hand tightens on the steering wheel. "Tink, stop. I need to focus."

With a few blinks, Nam-gi releases my hand. I wipe it off on my shorts before trying to focus on the road again.

"Lee Nam-gi."

"Hmm?"

"Please calm down."

He cocks his head to the side slowly, blinking innocently. "Calm down? Am I doing anything, Red? I'm just admiring you."

My face warms up. "We're almost there. Can you last until then?"

"Can I blow you?"

I swallow. "Of course."

His hands approach me and I gently smack them.

"Lee Nam-gi! You will not give me a blowjob in the car!"

He whines. "I wanna take care of my Yong-gi. I want you to come at least three times. If I blow you in the car, then it should be fine. Your argument is always that we'll make a mess, so I'll be sure to swallow every last drop."

The tightness in my shorts grows and I shift, shaking my head. "What if I have to suddenly stop and end up choking you on my dick? What if we get pulled over? What if someone takes pictures, they circulate, and then Jungkook sees them?"

Nam-gi doesn't seem to care until our boss's name leaves my lips. Suddenly, the idea of blowjob in a moving vehicle no longer sounds appealing to him.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" he asks, eyes downcast.

I reach to pet him. "Of course. Remember, you're the only one I want to take care of me."

"But I'm the only one you've been with," he grumbles.

"And you're the only one I feel comfortable with taking control."

"Does that mean as much if I'm the only one?"

I look at him. "The way I was brought up... yeah, I think it does. My parents are great, but they're really... heteronormative and take part in gender roles. And the people I surrounded myself with, the rappers, they always tried to be what was considered 'alpha-like.' It was pushed that if you like guys as a guy, then it better be an omega, otherwise, you're just weird. Having an omega would be a status boost."

Exhaling, I park the car once we arrive. "Bottoming was always treated as a sign of weakness—something too feminine or omega-leaning. Only male omegas could bottom in their eyes. 'Real men' are givers, not takers. They're active, not passive."

Nam-gi watches me silently, rubbing my arm with a small frown.

"But I knew I was just naturally drawn toward other betas. Yet I always fought against it, ignored it. Until you."

My boyfriend blushes when I cup his face.

"I just wanted you. In the beginning, I tried to play it off as anything but romantic interest, but eventually, I just couldn't take it anymore. We ended up kissing before you left. You being on the ace spectrum didn't bother me because I wanted you regardless of that, but I also thought my only role would be with me... controlling. So if you didn't want it, then I wouldn't give it. It was that simple."