jisung needs a bigger closet
Jeongin starts crying into the sweatshirt. He doesn’t want their help, doesn’t want this stupid omega biology and heat cycles, and he doesn’t want to have sex at all. But they will get in the room and he will have to and he can’t fucking breathe. “No! Go away! Please, just go away.”
“Hyungs need to help you Jeongin,” he hears Chan’s voice, “alpha needs to help you.”
Jeongin is hit with the visceral memory of Chan helping Jisung and Felix through their heats. Them, desperate and panting on the bed. Chan, above them, moving back and forth and-
He throws up, all over the floor of the closet. He’s still crying in between his retching because now he’s sitting in vomit, and the blankets are covered in it, and his throat hurts, but he still can’t breathe, and everything is wrong.
In the distance, he hears the click of his doorknob but doesn’t realize what’s happening until he’s hit with their scent.
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Or Jeongin is asexual and goes into heat. After some panicking, cuddles ensue.
In Russian: https://ficbook.net/readfic/11633299/29883549#part_content