•minsung oneshots•

The heat at home 🔞💕

Back with another omegaverseeee 🥰

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Standing in the middle of the studio, Minho stares up at the ceiling with his hands raised and his fingers jumping along to the beat. He's been envisioning different ideas for choreography while an unreleased track Chan had sent over a week ago plays quietly in the otherwise empty room.

It was only a couple of hours ago that he arrived at the studio hoping to be productive, but before he'd even arrived, there had been a strange itch tingling underneath his skin.

All of a sudden the audio cuts out and barely two seconds pass before a completely different tune starts to play, signalling that he's getting a phone call.

Minho drops his hands and waddles over to the sound dock at the side of the room. There's only seven other people who are able to contact him whenever he sets his phone to 'Do not Disturb' so he guesses whoever is calling may have a good reason for doing so.

When he sees that it's Jisung calling, his lips quirk up in a fond smile and he makes sure to turn off the bluetooth before he swipes to accept.

"Hey, jagi," He greets and sets a hand on his hip as he wonders what direction this conversation with his mate could possibly go in.

However, his eyebrows soon scrunch into a light frown when he hears nothing but quiet shuffling on the other side of the line.

"...Jagi?" Minho tries again, straining his hearing as nothing continues to be said.

A few more seconds pass before Minho huffs a soft laugh and plans to end the call and follow up with a text asking whether the rather clumsy Omega had accidentally butt-dialed him. But just as he moves the phone a little ways from his ear, his whole body freezes as he hears a high pitched drawn out whine.

"Jisungie?"

He holds his breath, determined not to miss any more indication that what he heard wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

"A - Alpha."

Minho's knees almost buckle at the breathy, pained whimper that sounds right against his ear, and he swallows hard as worry takes over his mind.

"Jisungie, what's wrong?"

It takes a little moment- only the sound of shuffling prevailing- until Jisung manages to speak again.

"Hurts, ahh," Comes a sharp hiss, "Need...Need Alpha."

Minho almost feels like he's been punched in the stomach as he realises.

Jisung is in heat .

"Fuck," Minho curses under his breath, quickly whirling around to see some of his belongings strewn across the couch stretching the wall across from him. "Okay, jagi. I'm on my way-alright? Alpha's coming, sweetheart."

The only response he gets is another soft whine, trailing off into a sharp gasp as what must be a harsh cramp renders him speechless.

Minho feels himself growing restless at the sound of his Omega having to deal with so much pain without his Alpha by his side. Since the two of them mated, Minho hasn't allowed for Jisung to go through a single heat without him, and he is not about to let Jisung suffer alone for any longer.

Without disconnecting the call, Minho rushes over to the couch and starts haphazardly stuffing his things into the bag he brought.

"... P -Please, Alpha."