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Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One (3/3 - FINALE)

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Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (2 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (3 / 3) - FINALE

Author: spookyhyuck

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung, or Hoshi / Reader

Rating: 18 + (Part 3 AKA THIS PART includes NSFW smut, swearing throughout)

Genre: Supernatural AU / Fluff / Angst / Smut / General A/B/O goodness heh

Warnings (Other): Swearing used throughout; smut mentioned only in part 3 but sexual/adult references throughout. Mentions of heat, A/B/O power play, etc. Mentions of being cornered by males in the first part. One night stands. Let me know if you want me to add anything else here!

Warnings (Part 3 Smut): A lot of power play, consensual throughout. Slight use of bad-mouthing and downgrading. Hand restriction, spanking. Fluff at the end. Mentions of the usual A/B/O filth!

Synopsis: Bitten by a stray dog, you thought you would be able to sail through this weird illness, no problem. Well, you thought wrong. Got scared, changed your biological path and found love along the way. Oh, fate. You cruel, cruel mistress.

Word Count: 14,845 (14.8k / Total Approx. 40k)

Special mentions: @slightlymore / @slightlymore-main, literally everyone I coerced into proof reading this and not expressing its 101 page length , @smileysuh, @chocolvte , @jonghan / @latejulys ,@puppywritings , @lucas-wongs , and lastly @raibebe for simply being a furry. We see u sis

/ SMUT BEYOND THIS LINE / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THIS LINE /

After about twenty minutes or so, the two of you and the quiet driver arrived at the packs’ tall suite-turnt-apartment building, just past 2:38 AM.

Due to the winter sky, it was pitch black and ice cold to any passer-by. Most people were fast asleep in their homes. Only creatures of the night and city misfits were out at this hour. Which side would you fall into, you wondered?

Hoshi helped you wiggle out of the black car that rushed you both there, bothering you like a mother-hen about your aching muscles. He scooped your legs up bridal-style until you reached the doors, dropping you gently.

It was endearing, and a little embarrassing, but you were grateful for the saved struggle of battling with every steep step up towards the huge glass doors.

“Do you think you can walk alright? Everything’s marbled in here, so it might be a bit cold, but - oh yeah, Jeonghan brought those slippers...”

You nodded up at his caring voice. “Soonie, thanks, I should be alright. Promise. As long as we don’t have to go too far? I might have a bit of a different answer for you if we’re going up to the top level on only stairs?”

“No, no, God no - there are two lifts. We should be fine.”

Even though you weren’t exactly sure what ‘fine' meant in this context or what exactly it entailed, you didn’t press him for an answer. He was tired. You could tell by the dip in his voice and the way he stretched his arms out, hands immediately resting on your body to support your hips and back.

So you let him breathe a few huffs of steadying winter air, waiting for Jeonghan to make it back down to the entrance. Hoshi had explained along the way that the security guards were called somewhere else for the rest of the week; hence the slim opportunity to sneak you in and not cause a whole breaching issue.

Thankfully - ironically - neither of you could feel the biting air on your skin. Hoshi’s thick coat kept him covered and your heat acted as a thermal pump inside of your body. It did help clear your mind a little though.

“Soonyoung,” You started with a curious tone. Hoshi looked up at you, flicking his phone into his pocket after sending a final text to his brother. “You might have failed to mention that I look absolutely ridiculous in this get-up.”

Hoshi laughed in shock, shaking his head at your scrutinising eyes in the glass doors reflection.

“Stop it, you look cute.”

You squinted up at him. “Cute?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled, placing a surprise kiss on your nose with a pout. He moved before you could poke him away and you blanched at his action. “Cute! That hoodie suits you. You can have it if you want.”

Well, now you felt sick.

“Have - Soonyoung, it’s a Balenciaga hoodie. I am never taking this out of your sight.” He laughed fully, cracking through the noise of cars in the night's endless city street percussion.

“Why not? You look good in my clothes, pup. You should wear them more often.”

Jeonghan couldn’t have opened the doors at a better time.

With a firm hand pressing to your back, you were guided by Hoshi out of the chilly air and into the building’s wide entry hall.

The floor was covered in obnoxiously expensive white marble, with one lift to the right and one to the left, as described. No one else was here, so you presumed whoever did work here, did so during the day.

Once inside, you acknowledged Jeonghan’s presence. As he did, yours.

“Hiya. You must be Y/N? My name’s Jeonghan, I’m Soonyoung’s older brother. Welcome.”

“Hi.” You mumbled, clearing your throat to project your voice more confidently.

“Yeah, my name’s Y/N! Thank you for having me, and sorry for any inconvenience.”

“No worries, nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Smiling politely, you both bowed your heads.

Standing back up, you took in each other’s appearances. A few tense seconds felt like an eternity. But strangely, you weren’t met with the coldness you had expected. He was judging your character, and it was revealing.

Jeonghan was tall and uniquely slender with long bleached hair tucked behind his hairs. It suited him. He wore joggers, but you knew that if Hoshi was anything to go by there weren’t any high street items in either of their closets. Yellow eyes were apparent and a thin iris had settled to indicate the pick-up of your heat-deep scent, but his smile persisted.

He had seen the way you had reacted when opening the door. Shifting closer to his brother’s body and dipping your eyes from natural politeness. But your daring glances humoured him greatly.

You looked tired. With your hair loose and eye bags very much prominent he immediately felt a fondness towards you. Your eyes hadn’t even settled yet; one fully seeped in a honey colour while the other struggled to choose. It looked a little painful, and he pitied you.

It was endearing. Seeing you struggle between reaching for support and deciding you could do it alone. You were brave, especially for a human. To transform mostly without aid and at the last moments be welcomed into the middle of a wolf den.

He could only imagine the brainwashing humans had infected you with your whole life, having to fight what you knew and loved to find a new home.

Of course, he could tell you were in the midst of the heat.

Hoshi’s kind hands trembled as Jeonghan’s gaze swept over you. Your scent truly was like the sweetest flower Jeonghan had ever smelt. But he had his own mate, he was older and Hoshi trusted him maybe the most out of every sibling. So he knew he was of no threat.

That didn’t mean your body's natural reactions didn’t affect him, however.

Soonyoung was resisting the innate urge to step between the two of you, ending the standoff and taking the heat. He hated how anxious you looked. It shook his bones into a terrible desperate mess. But he resisted.

Jeonghan was here to help, and he wouldn’t harm you, not without good reason.

Smiling even deeper and genuinely kindly, (which Hoshi was not exactly accustomed to seeing so soon into his older brother's interactions), Jeonghan brandished the thinly furred tiger-face slippers and placed them gently into your awaiting palms. You cooed immediately, missing Hoshi’s red ears as you thanked the older male and kicked them onto your feet.

As you stood, Jeonghan nodded towards the lift.

“Shall we get going then?”

You nodded, holding Hoshi’s arm wrapped securely around your hip to walk towards the lift.

“Are you okay? I can carry you if it still hurts?” Hoshi whispered, despite the two of you knowing Jeonghan could hear you even from outside.

You shook your head firmly. “No no, thank you Soonie, it’s okay. I just feel a little sore is all.”

Jeonghan opened the lift doors, walking in to lean on the right wall, next to the buttons. He listened out of concern for his pack, but he was met with the sweetness of his younger sibling’s courting. How sweet, he thought. He was really beginning to care about your wellbeing.

“Are you sure? You were complaining you were in agony, not much less than like, an hour ago?”

You groaned in appreciation, coming to stand in the lift. You moved so that Hoshi stood to your right, creating a distance between the other male and placing Hoshi in the space between you. A subconscious move on your part, but the wolves noticed.

In usual canine body language, this could offend the host. You were openly displaying that you intended to cower from Jeonghan, and Hoshi would have to speak on your behalf. However; he knew from experience that this was simply not the case.

You were nervous, and Jeonghan potentially could be a threat in a closed space in his own home. He had accepted this as soon as you had arrived.

The two boys shared a look, but Jeonghan casually shook his head.

‘No worries. She’s nervous.’

Hoshi nodded and recentered his attention towards your voice.

“Yeah, I feel a little better actually. It’s odd, but umm, good I guess? My eyes still hurt...”

The lift door chimed shut, starting the gradual ascent towards the tenth floor.

Hoshi nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. That will go soon too, hopefully.”

Despite yourself, you looked around the space, nose twitching and pulse steadily rising. There was that same feeling you had felt oncoming like cold dread at your office before being cornered by a bunch of mutts.

It was like something had put a pole in your body and started moving it around your gut, lungs and heart.

Shuffling towards him, you gripped Hoshi’s strong bicep. With a small whine, your irises contracted, blinking into what looked like a painful yellow transition.

Jeonghan watched with a small smile as you tried to find comfort. He had seen this behaviour before, with his own mate. He chose to speak to grant you some form of distraction, or space.

Floor 1

“So, little brother, Y/N - ” Jeonghan started with a mischievous smile. “How did you two meet?”

Hoshi groaned, flicking out his phone with a pout. Curiously, he seemed more like a boy than an independent charming man in the presence of his older brother. You laughed softly at their bickering.

“Yah quit it. You sound like Grandad.” You giggled at Jeonghan’s face mocking his brother for your amusement.

He looked to you for some form of answer as Hoshi sulked.

“Umm, Soonyoung helped me out, in the District 53 office… Then helped get me out to a hotel. But umm - we’re umm - not a thing… Not yet at least? I don’t - yeah.”

That hurt you just as much as it hurt Hoshi and he laughed without emotion at his screen. Jeonghan was more cautious than before when considering his answer. He simply nodded.

“Cool. Well, at least you didn’t meet at a family breeding auction or something stupid like that. Then I would have appreciated a bit more of an explanation.”

Hoshi shook his head with a scrunched nose. He looked up from his phone with a tutt.

“Hyung, that’s grim. I don’t do that shit.”

Floor 2

Jeonghan, visibly pleased, shrugged off his brother’s pointed eyes with a smile and charming wink at you. You smiled, dipping your head. He was conventionally attractive, but his actions were purely platonic.

You only had one wolf on your mind right now.

Plus, you didn’t hate the feeling of seeing a lot of familiar features in him. He seemed like someone you knew, and he was not directly threatening enough that his jokes stuck. You liked Jeonghan, you decided.

The three of you settled into a comfortable ambience in the slow lift. The two boys discussed their next week's agenda, while they just happened to be conveniently together in the lift.

You were grateful for the time they gave you to think.

Your muscles had begun to ease from the fire that had pumped under your skin back at the hotel. And even though you were exhausted, you felt safe sticking close to Hoshi.

You placed your cheek to his arm with a stifled yawn and he smiled down at you.

He reached his fingers to press the back of his phone-occupied knuckles against your forehead. Jeonghan watched with slight worry, which you appreciated. He eased at his brother’s statement as Hoshi dropped his hand back to his side.

“You’re not as fired up as earlier, pup. Are your eyes starting to feel any better?” You nodded, shying away from Jeonghan’s watchful eye.

“Yeah, the pain has mostly gone. Still there a little, though...”

Floor 3

At your timid response leaving the air open-ended for speech, Jeonghan continued the pair's itinerary discussion.

If you hadn't known better, you would’ve listened to that inkling in your head that told you he was either distracting Hoshi to give him something other to concentrate on than you, buying you time to think, or both at once.

Tutting, Hoshi flicked his phone on. You tuned back into the conversation when annoyance started melting into his aura.

“Three days straight, Hyung? That’s a bit much for Dino’s first placement isn’t it?”

Jeonghan shrugged, releasing a tight exhale.

“The board is pushing to see how far their training has gotten him. He’s surviving, for the most part. You know how tough the Pledis Security training can be, especially at his age.” Hoshi seemed to understand, nodding with a tutt and soft shake of his bowed head.

“Yeah - bastards.”

“Yeah, well. His behaviour around females is -”

You and Jeonghan caught eyes, a lopsided apologetic cheek pinching at the crescent in his eyes.

“Strained, at best. I’ve asked Woozi to keep an eye on him for a while.”

Hoshi peered up at this, seemingly sharing a tense moment with his brother, before shaking his head and flicking back through his phone.

“He needs space, not coddling. When’s the evaluation? I’m presuming there is one.”

Intrigued, you peered at Hoshi’s phone. Familiar colours and the layout of a calendar greeted you. Ah, Google Calendars. You were taken back to your office life for a second.

Dino must be a younger brother of his, you also realised. Hoshi tapped onto the specific day’s reminders, scrolling until he found ‘Dino’s intro’ in dark green.

Hoshi tapped a message into the info section that made you smile.

‘Good luck Dino-ahh~! LMK IF YOU NEED ANYTHING! Fighting :D!

Love 🐯’

He was too sweet.

He flicked through others, but you grew bored and defocused onto the space around you.

Floor 4

Jeonghan paused, his hesitance telling both you and Hoshi that he had hit the mark and revealed something the older wasn’t too happy to be sharing.

“Hyung?”

“It’s in two months. That was as far as I could stretch it. They - well, they didn’t exactly give us much of a choice. It’s fine. He’ll pass. We’ll make sure of it.”

Hoshi paused his insistent tapping to raise his head. “Yeah, or else, right Hyung?”

But once more, you grew distracted. Their voices turned into background noise as your eyes focused then de-focused on random objects. Your ears, too. They were bickering, but not about something important to this moment, so your mind wandered.

You didn’t know as an ex-human how to label what was happening, but essentially you were checking for scents and other things in your environment that could indicate a threat.

The phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’ struck you; because upon sniffing the air and looking at the faded numbers on the lift’s power board, you realised just how deep into a den you had wandered.

The feeling of safety next to the two wolves began to dwindle in record time. And your gut squelched into cold dread at what you were being pulled into.

Oh God’s, what were you doing? Would you ever come out of here alive?

Floor 5

Hoshi hadn’t caught onto your intense change in mood yet, in the middle of emailing someone via phone.

Jeonghan was a little brighter in this respect, however.

Forever the sharpest knife of the bunch. Hence his joint position; Seungcheol brought warm familiarity to the business while Jeonghan dealt in backhands and cold cut-offs. Not to say that either one couldn’t switch roles - they did so frequently - but they had their strengths and used them to their fullest.

Like right now.

Jeonghan tilted his head as he watched your body sway - as you tried to decide between moving away into the corner, or rushing into Hoshi’s side to hide, completely.

He was amused at the struggle but also concerned for you. His partner had been bitten. And the state he had found her in was much of a publicity story that would plague him to his end days; causing havoc at an auction and outwitting every bidder there to end up stealing her from her ‘adopted’ home.

The city wasn’t as sick as the old days, but it still had its moments.

So he watched your two interactions like a mirror as to what he and his mate must have looked like together.

Lost, confused, afraid, a little disjointed. Crashing hard and fast into that beast called love.

After a little to-and-throwing, you managed to grip onto the sleeve of Hoshi’s coat with some desperate spur to your movements. In as much of a subtle movement as possible, you tried to tug him back into the corner of the elevator.

Backwards - away from the smells, people. And into the corner, into safety.

Floor 6

Hoshi’s body barely moved, but he clicked away his phone to turn slightly towards you in consideration, pocketing his phone in his coat.

"Y/N?" He asked curiously. "What's up?"

He was so naive sometimes.

Interjecting quickly and for your own sake, Jeonghan took no offence to the way you jolted at his voice, or how your eyes darted over him as a potential threat. If anything, he appreciated that you trusted him enough to be near you in this state. In this lift, this early into the relationship.

He wasn’t sure if you were incredibly stupid; or ridiculously smart.

"It probably stinks in here. A little more closed off than you’re used to right? Can be a lot to take in at first. Maybe a little overwhelming."

Hoshi frowned. “Y/N? Is that true? You should’ve said if you were feeling anxious?”

With both eyes set on you, your body began to tremble. A scorching heat prickled against your neck and you tugged Hoshi’s arm back with you until your back hit the corner. You released a long nasal whine, stuttered into breaths. Hoshi watched you in slight shock before moving.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't get upset." Hoshi whispered, reaching towards your body.

His arms found your hips and he pulled you towards him. On edge, your body resisted. He felt the resistance of the tug in his gut and immediately his heart dropped.

"What's going on pup? Talk to me. Is it Jeonghan? He won’t hurt you, Y/N. You’re safe in here, I promise."

"No, no, it’s not that...I can't breathe Soonyoung, I-I don’t know what’s happening - it was fine downstairs! I would’ve said something!"

Your voice was stuttered into whines in probably the most desperate pitch he had heard from you yet, eyes brimming with tears.

"I tried to ignore it and like bottle in, or something, but as soon as we hit another level… it starts all over again and I just feel worse Hosh, I feel sick… it’s like I can feel that there are people up here and I can't… I can't breathe, I'm… I can’t do this..."

Jeonghan growled, but not at you. At Hoshi.

‘Soon, you're going to have to mark her. Remember that conversation we had before you left the hotel? Time to step up, cub.’

Hoshi grew stiff, nose scrunching in disgust as he looked towards his elder.

‘What the fuck? Scent her?! Weren’t you the one who taught me to be better than that?’

Floor 7

It was true, Jeonghan and his older brothers often had to correct their younger pack members' instinctual behaviours as their elders had done so before them.

Scenting - no matter on a newly turned or naturally conceived werewolf - was considered to have the same effect as a very mild sedative or more similarly, an aphrodisiac. Depending upon the scenario, the sentiment could be entirely comforting and loving or terrifying in its ability to make another comply with the marker's wants for up to half an hour at a time.

‘Hosh, this isn't the time to second guess. Look at her. The poor girl is terrified and is reaching for your help, your security. The longer you resist, the worse she'll get. I'm telling you, it only gets worse from here. Make the decision, or watch her fall apart.’

Hoshi huffed weakly.

His hands were tied. Jeonghan was right, and you weren’t giving him much of a reason not to help.

Your whines grew more persistent, legs trembling to the point where the bannister now supported most of your weight. Feeling Hoshi hesitate to comfort you only heightened these feelings, a tight twisting in your gut making you curl over in long whines of pain.

"I feel sick. It smells like a dog in here Soonyoung, like tons of dogs, and I can't - I can't take it, it's getting stronger up here like something's pushing on my chest…"

Hoshi caught you as you curled over, shushing you gently before pulling you into his embrace. Your nose hit his arm and you were as stiff as a board. Curling there you whined at length in repeating patterns, like a canine in pain.

"Y/N, look at me," Hoshi ordered. Your body buzzed with resistance before your head lifted to look at him. You hadn't even registered the tears against your cheek, but he wiped them away with patient hands. Holding your face and looking at you like the most precious item in the world.

“Focus on me. You need to calm down, pup. You’re freaking yourself out.”

Fingers against your neck and thumb heavy on your cheek, Hoshi kissed you with intent. He swallowed your whines, trembles, and breath. Until all you could think about was him.

Him.

It eased your brain and body enough that Hoshi could pull back, pleased. Starting to kiss your cheek. As your hands curled into the edges of his coat your gulps of air were met with shushes against your skin, a grumble passing through his chest that vibrated up your arm.

Pulling his kisses south, he groaned. His lips and tongue met your neck, the spot between your jaw and your ear. Your scent was strongest here.

Floor 8

"Fuck." He swore under his breath, laboured to stay in control. His canines scraped against your skin and your painful cries had turned into wantful ones. “Don’t move, Y/N. I’m going to scent you so you can calm down, okay? If you move - I-I might not be able to stop.”

Hoshi placed a hickey under your ear, kissing the spot before nuzzling your entire neck. It took all the emotional resilience in existence to not sink his teeth into your neck, but it was worth the look on your face at the end.

He nipped, licked and pecked the thin skin over your pulse until you were dizzy with sudden lust. It was so carnal, so instinctive, that Hoshi’s head swam with filthy-loving images of you beneath him, absorbing your pain away in a multitude of different ways. He knew when to stop as your pulse slowed; he could smell himself on you and your body had released its tension, resting against his torso.

As he pulled away, your head whooshed with… him.

It was like he had placed a part of himself onto you. The anxiety in your chest fizzled out to a fuzzy, familiar and affectionate sort of feeling. Thinking about it, you started to feel a little silly for panicking so much.

They weren’t there to harm you. Hoshi was pulling you into his arms and his own place of safety; not the jaws of some ferocious and blood-hungry feral dogs. You were a welcomed guest here, and you prayed your actions hadn’t directly offended him, or his brother.

"Better?" He panted, reaching to push hairs from your face. Dazed, you nodded. Hearing Jeonghan snicker, Hoshi curled his arms around you, pushing you to burrow into his chest. He laughed softly, pushing his oversized hoodie over your head and tugging the strings.

“Silly pup. You should tell me when you feel anxious. Tell me next time?”

You were aware you looked ridiculous, but to be honest, you didn't care. What distracted you was Hoshi's breath. The barely noticeable hard-on pressed against your thighs and his voice rumbling against your cheek. You nodded subtly, loving the chin that rested on the top of your head.

You peered up at him, shuffling further into him. He grinned back down at you, before settling his eyes into a half-smile.

"What?"

His eyes. God, his eyes grabbed that stick in your gut and slowed it down so much. You huffed, a million words being shared as he watched your face. Thank you, it read. Hoshi’s smile replied; you’re more than welcome. Grateful, you collapsed into his chest. Your smaller arms reached around his waist to hold onto him. He smiled at the gesture, tucking you into his body.

Floor 9

"I give you my blessing."

Those five words made Hoshi stiff, eyes turning to scan his elder. That would be an awfully cruel thing to say if he was lying, or attempting to make a joke.

"What?" Hoshi bit with a slight growl.

"You heard me. I said,’ I give you my blessing’.”

‘I like Y/N. The two of you make a good match. Plus, Hosh, she's incredibly brave to have followed you this far. Or maybe you’re just naive enough to bring her home and hope this isn’t happening.’

"Are you being fucking serious right now?" Hoshi snarled, keeping your head to his chest.

‘Easy tiger. Don't forget what you're holding onto.’ Looking down at you nuzzling firmly into his chest, Hoshi softened immediately, looking up with desperation in his eyes.

"Besides, it's truly no one else's decision to make. I love you brother. We all do. So by extension, we will all learn to love your mate."

Hoshi peered down. His mate. God's, if it ever got that far. He didn’t even know where or what this relationship was steering into. What was he going to do with you?

"Seungkwan included." Jeonghan smiled.

Hoshi groaned, tipping his head back with a laugh and a scoff. Seungkwan would chew his ear off about this - about you. Feeling the empty space above your head, made you peer up at him. He met your eyes as he looked back down. Smiling. For the first time, he was truly smiling. He brightened the space, like a kid.

Kissing your nose, he peppered your mouth before nuzzling your cheek. You whined at his sudden clinginess.

"I'm going to eat you alive, little flower" Hoshi laughed, chest and voice rumbling into your ear as he hovered at ear level.

You whined loudly, pushing him away from your face, but you were unable to hide your smile. He snickered. Hand snaking lower down your back to keep you close.

Jeonghan simply rolled his eyes.

Floor 10

"This is your stop."

As Hoshi helped you walk out, a little stiff on your joints, Jeonghan offered his hand for a handshake.

When you reached for his hand, your body faltered. Freezing still, mid-air. Your mind was telling you that you couldn't touch this stranger - it was wrong, one hand on Hoshi and one on another man.

Jeonghan simply smiled, retracting his hand to push back into his pocket, leaning against the elevator door with a slight bow instead.

You copied this action quickly, apology written all over your face.

“See you both soon. Have a good night, be safe and shout if you need any help. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Glad you’re starting to feel a little better.”

“See you, Han.” Hoshi nodded.

“Bye, and thank you - for everything!” You followed.

And with that, your first meeting with Jeonghan had come to an end.

Hoshi watched as you released the biggest sigh he had ever seen from your little frame when the doors closed on Jeonghan's thoughtful features.

“You’re cute, pup.”

You pouted at him as you began walking down the hall, towards one of two opposite doors. Hoshi’s apartment was to the right.

“Jeonghan’s even taken a liking to you. That’s pretty rare, this early into the game.”

A small almost illegible copper plaque read ‘Floor 10, Suite 2. Kwon Soon-Young’ off to the side of his door.

“Thank you - for whatever it was you did. I feel a little lightheaded. But - Soon’ - I’m so embarrassed! I hope I didn’t offend either of you. I am really, truly sorry. I was just so - nervous?”

Hoshi shook his head with a tinkling laugh, twisting the keys in the door and stepping in to throw his keys and wallet rather haphazardly into the entryway bowl.

Huh. An entrance table. That was very domestic of him. Curiouser and curiouser.

“It’s cool, don’t stress about it pup. It’s pretty easy to spot when a wolf is offended; usually, violence is involved. So I think you’re fine.”

Stepping in behind Hoshi into his low-lit apartment, the first thing that hit you was how characteristic the design was. And clean. Cluttered, bright, but clean.

“Plus, I think Hannie would understand better than anyone else in this whole building what it is you’re going through. So, you’re good. Promise”

As soon as he closed the door and turned to face you - coat shuffled off and onto the nearest hook on the free-standing coat hanger - you stepped away from him to pad forward down the joining of the hallway to look around the open planned kitchen, before spinning around and edging back into his orbit.

Hoshi giggled, pinching your cheek. He kicked his shoes off before tucking them into a box near the door.

"You're such a nosey pup." He teased, but your rebuttal was swallowed when his hands reached for yours, fingers intertwining. He moved purposefully and intended to take things slow.

You needed a space to rest, alone. No longer riddled with anxiety that you had been left to fend for yourself. The thought pained him.

"Come on, I'll show you around." He spoke quietly, patrolling you first around the kitchen, then the lounge space.

⁵"Hoshi?" You mumbled, nose twitching so much you had to squeeze it to gain some composure.

"Hmm?" He responded.

"It - it smells like you. In here. Like, a lot? Is that normal?" Hoshi grinned, a playful look on his face.

"Well, err yeah, Y/N. I do live here." He teased, not minding and actually admiring the low growl and push that came from you. The push and pull.

He laughed; "No but really, it would probably be weird if it didn't stink of me. It’s my space and I’ve lived here alone for… years, so. My scent is probably all over. It’s normal." He shrugged humorously.

Hoshi’s nose wrinkled with joy at your pointed gaze.

"At least you don’t smell like a dog. That lift was awful.”

Hoshi's smile softened at the yawn joining the end of your sentence. You seemed to have calmed down here pretty quickly, weirdly enough. Or maybe, he thought, you were just that exhausted.

Hoshi giggled, following your yawn with his own.

"Come on, pup, I’ll take you to the spare room to get you settled in. I'm pretty tired too, you know."

He offered his strength, which you gladly accepted. Reaching to be lifted once more.

Heading back towards the door you hit the wall that split the space right to the spare room and left towards his.

Hoshi gently dropped your feet to the floor. Prepared to let you get settled into your new space alone. He thought you would have appreciated the privacy.

But you faltered. You looked to the door, then to him. Back to the door, then to him. Then again and again, until Hoshi had to make the unanimous decision to guide you there.

“Come on, we’ll both go.” His hand pushed at your lower back as he walked with you, egging you on and towards the door frame.

Entering the room felt... odd. It was too clean. Your nose twitched and ears ached to hear threats, a creaky floorboard making you jump at first. Hoshi laughed softly, watching you from the door as you stood stiff as a board in the middle of the room.

Hoshi moved to stand, but you panicked.

"Wait!" You yelped, hands flying out towards him before being retracted towards your body, fisted into tight balls.

"Wait. Please don’t leave me alone in here." Softer this time. Hoshi cocked his head.

"You don't want to get settled in here, flower? I thought you would've wanted a room of your own to burrow in, that's how Omega's usually work?" You thought about it for a second. He had given you a word to label this emotion.

"Oh - is that what this is? This feeling is the need to burrow?” Eventually, you joined the dots, linking your new ways to canine behaviours you had been taught in human-biased werewolf biology classes as a kid.

“So this room - I can use it like - like a den?" Oh, you looked so adorably clueless. Hoshi nodded with an enthusiastic grin.

"Yeah, a den. Usually, it’s somewhere safe, quiet and secluded. It’s odd to see more than two people burrowed in the same room at once. Unless it’s family or your siblings, I guess"

The image of Hoshi and his little brothers all snuggled into one room was incredibly adorable to you, but you remained unconvinced.

You tried to want it. You tried. You truly did. Considering the room in its entirety before turning, to meet his eyes. He smiled, understanding in his heart at your desperate emotions.

"How the hell is it meant to be a safe place, without you in it?" You whispered under your breath.

Hoshi smiled. He smiled until his cheeks reached his eyes. Stepping forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, the corner of your lips then eyes.

"You're so sweet, Y/N. I can stay here tonight if you want?" He offered patiently. "It's important you find a place to stay alone, though. You can come here when things get too much. But you don't always have to sleep alone." Hoshi permeated this by tucking hairs away from your face and neck.

You nodded. "Okay. Yeah, please, thank you."

"Come on then, let's get comfy. Think of it as a sleepover!” He offered, so youthful in spirit. “Are you more of a blanket or a pillow person?"

You grinned. "Blankets."

Hoshi gave you a wink before turning to reach into a cupboard.

He tugged out three very large and very fleecy looking bed throws, chucking them onto the bed and beginning to layer them up.

"It's almost like you expected this to happen." You teased, earning a scoff.

"Yeah, right. Expected to gain a beautiful pain in my backside...” You giggled, butterflies flying all over your belly.

“Are you hitting on me?” You accused.

“Maybe,” Hoshi stated with a huff of effort, standing to look at his den-making skills being put to the test. You came around him, a yawn immediately escaping your body at the image.

“What do you think? Not bad, huh? I had to make one for my cousin, once. Us Alpha boys are a bit different, we don’t really burrow as much as we do create a den.”

“It’s beautiful, Soonie” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with yet another rapid yawn escaping. “Bury me in this please.” You said in a cute voice, pointing towards the bed.

Hoshi laughed, head tipped back until you felt a kiss pressed to your temple. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

“Mmmm~” You hummed, looking away. You shuffled out of your tight skirt without much thought.

Unrestricted and with only Hoshi’s hoodie and underwear covering your body you practically clambered in, shoving blankets up and around you until you were comfortable, leaving only your head to poke out the top.

Hoshi watched you, dazzled with emotion.

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable, Y/N. Please let me take a pic - you need to see yourself right now.” You nodded, cheeks burning for the grin that stuck there.

Hoshi’s phone flicked out, snapping a photo of the covers piled on top of you with only your head poking out.

The rest of the night went in this order exactly;

Hoshi’s chest became a bookmark in your mental diary of favourite places you had ever slept.

You kept each other awake with laughter, long chats about who you both were, who made you the way you were today and why. For Hoshi, it was his family. For you, the people that surrounded you in childhood.

He showed you pictures of his family.

Told short stories about the harmless trouble he and his two closest siblings - Dokyeom and Seungkwan - had gotten into.

Explained the concept of hierarchy, what it meant, why it was important for them.

The only reason the two of you fell asleep was due to your overwhelming yawns, putting a deep ache into your cheeks and starting Hoshi’s yawns like an endless circle.

And in each other’s arms, in a cold room underneath fleece blankets, you had never felt so held before.

For the first time in almost three months, both your minds remained blank throughout your sleep.

Remaining healed and energised by each other, constantly.

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Heavy steps pressed against the marble floor as you waited in the open planned room.

You had been waiting for hours.

And Hoshi was eager to just get home before he ripped someone a new hole in the centre of their chest.

Quietly, he entered his apartment. Closing the door behind him while his eyes maintained a steady gaze on your awaiting figure stood underneath the dim light at the end of the hall.

You knew he was coming, his message unread on your new phone laying on the sofa.

Hoshi’s car keys and phone hit the entryway bowl with a loud clatter.

He must have driven himself today, you realised. He also didn’t seem particularly pleased. Not his usual, chirpy, happy self.

His eyes had an edge to them tonight. Almost as if he was cautious of your body. Watching your every move as if you were a potential threat. A cold stranger, stood waiting for him in the hall.

He had avoided direct skinship since the first day you had arrived into his space and frankly, you were pulling your hair out at the sexual tension escalating into nothing and settling into clouds of scent within this glass-house of an apartment.

It smelt like a perfume factory.

Even Vernon, his floor partner and brother across the hall, had commented how your scent clung to Hoshi's clothes like a light cologne. It made the young males around him very distracted; moreover, confused as to why Hoshi smelt like a female deep in heat. Following the smell only to come face to face with an agitated Alpha, not a female standing in front of them.

As Hoshi shrugged off his blazer you immediately felt his mood hit the space. The muscles beneath his fitted black shirt moved in tense ways and his blazer was thrown onto the hanger with lesser care than the price tag it probably carried.

He seemed… agitated.

Well, you were too.

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Jeonghan had sent out a call as the two of you had started making breakfast.

It had been two days of getting to know each other. Playing games, ordering food, watching films and talking about life. Peaceful. Just what the two of you had needed.

That particular morning was full of skimming touches that never settled and the smell of fresh toast made you feel like you were floating.

Hoshi had received a text as he placed a coffee on your side of the table, pressing an innocent hand to your scalp.

You had smiled up at him, missing his presence as he stepped away to take the phone call.

Having had an insane amount of deep, restful sleep in almost two weeks, it was fair to say your head was pretty bleary. This meant that the heavenly taste of freshly made hot food hitting your tongue was way more important to your mind than listening to Hoshi’s private phone calls.

At the rate you were going, he was bound to tell you if something important had happened, anyways. Which he did.

Coming back into the room he seemed rushed and pressed to find something. Taking a guess you pointed towards his seat, where his ring sat. He had been explaining it to you as he had made food for you what the ring represented, and how much it meant to him. It was sweet.

“Shit, thanks Y/N.” Hoshi thanked you with a sigh of relief.

“Is s’m’thing h’pp’ning?” You managed with a mouth full of food. He laughed at you, struck by the health flushing your cheeks. It amazed him how quickly you were recovering.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta run. I’m not sure how long I’ll be... Jeonghan has called an emergency meeting with some business partners. There’s been a breach in one of the accounts and we need to figure out who’s leaked the funds into the outer city packs. It could get pretty heated. I’m sorry, I hoped this wouldn’t happen again so soon, but he needs me there Y/N.”

Hoshi’s voice was pleading, eyes worried as you swallowed your food with a heavy heart.

“Oh.” You mumbled. Looking around the open plan kitchen, frightened at being left in such a lonely open space. Your sanctity had been ripped from under your feet. A sharp whine distracted you, looking up at Hoshi as he rounded the table.

“Y/N, please. Promise me you won’t try and leave, or do something stupid while I’m gone? There’s plenty of food in the cupboards. I’ll be as quick as I can, Jeonghan knows you’re still here, but I gotta go. Like, now.”

Pressed to react, you blurted out a rushed answer.

“Yeah, no worries! Of course, go! Please, stay safe... I’ll wait for you here?”

Hoshi nodded, a little relieved.

“Thanks, flower, you’re the best!”

And with that he hurried to get ready, the midnight shower taken to try and wash you out of his brain last night serving to have him clean and prepped. Ready to wear his cleanest black suit, with a fitted blazer on top.

He looked amazing. And as you padded to the door he gave one last pause, watching the way you caved in on yourself. It laid heavy in his heart. So heavy that between his option to stay and lengthen the pain or leave now and shoulder off the emotions for the day, he chose the latter.

It was selfish. And he knew it. Feeling the effect of his aching heart as soon as his apartment door clicked shut.

The silence in the hallway was all-consuming and pointed his guilt right back at him.

But he had to go.

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Alone, and bored, you had paced in every which direction.

You had tried to relieve the anxiety in your body by any means available to you.

Food, films. A random murder-doc series on Netflix. Books, sexual acts, a shower.

Hell, you even tried a shot of Hoshi’s very expensive-looking cabinet whiskey. Fuck him and his cold shoulder; he had plenty of alcohol to spare, anyway.

Truth be told, you were mature enough to see why he didn’t approach you on the way out.

But it didn’t make you feel any better.

Your ego had been pierced and your sadness stewed over a steady eight hours into a cocktail of fed-up-ness, sexual tension from your heat, and anger, pure anger from his inability to make a move.

You had been dancing around each other like leaves in the wind. Innocent affection edging into something more until - he stopped, moved away, and blamed it on his inability to make a decision.

Well, you had your own brain, and you were willing and ready to use it.

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What Hoshi hadn’t expected to have to immediately confront was you, standing defiantly in the hallway as soon as he entered the apartment.

He had forgotten his rude exit the whole day

He had pushed it to the back of his mind to stay purely focused on business - but your face was full of fury. So strong in presence compared to the other times you had interacted that it was going straight to Hoshi’s head.

He noted the silence of the apartment.

No TV, like the nights before. No shy batting eyes or thumping nervous blood rushing beneath your skin. He could taste the airflow from open windows that had washed the apartment in a neutral scent of crisp clean air.

Above all, he could tell from the sixth sense that your body was about to burst from the seams with emotion.

He wasn't sure he'd be able to hold his composure if you pushed him tonight.

As Hoshi stepped to begin his stride to walk past you and down to the open living space; you cornered his step, mirroring his gate but off to the side. Your behaviour caught his attention and his surprise flattened into annoyance relatively quickly.

As he stepped forward, so did you. Your face remained stoic but Hoshi wasn’t convinced.

The two of you circled each other in that hallway. Like two wolves, wrestling for dominance.

Whether your body acted upon instinct or it was a premeditated act, Hoshi simply couldn't ignore your confrontational body language. A warning of a snarl rippled up his torso and against his tongue, pressing you to back off. Teeth not yet bared.

“Watch it Y/N.” Hoshi warned, not accustomed to that look on your face. Or how you kept walking; pushing him into smaller and smaller circles in the entryway of the dimly lit apartment.

You continued, winding smaller and smaller until you stood just beyond arm's reach.

This close, you could now see that Hoshi’s black suit was creased in multiple places from head to toe. Having had some altercation within the day. He finally kicked off his shoes without breaking eye contact, electricity sparking in the air.

His blonde hair was beginning to curl from agitation and it stuck to his forehead. His shirt collar lay unbuttoned and you could see the wolf’s pulse beating deeply with adrenaline from here. The shirt tie tugged loose on his elegant neck, was undoubtedly done to breathe easier when entering the building.

His eyes reflected a brighter blood-red than the usual maroon film over his natural dark brown ones, and his irises were pinched impossibly tight. Along with the slim fangs that snuck from his lips; his body was slowly beginning to tell you all that you needed to know.

He was pushing his inner lust down and it was starting to eat away at his body like an infection. And he looked terrifying in only the best way possible.

You took one steady stride, then paused.

Hoshi, quick on his feet, mirrored you.

He breathed a furious pace through his nostrils. Eyes darting to your exposed shoulders, body covered in a thin satin set of pyjamas and a satin robe skirting against the floor, then back to your face. Down, then back again. You couldn’t help but smile at his obvious trail of thoughts.

With such a threatening aura he could eat you alive, but he would never, and you loved it.

“What game do you think you’re playing, Y/N? I told you, we can’t do anything-”

“No, Hosh,” You interrupted Hoshi’s voice, speaking through gritted canines. You noted how stiff his hands were at his side.

“You won’t do anything. And I can’t seem to figure out why. Your eyes already tell me what you want, now I just need your mouth to do the same."

Hoshi squinted at you with an aggravated scoff.

“You know why, Y/N. Stop playing cute. Have you maybe considered that this decision isn’t just about you? There are more important things going on in my life than mating with you, for fucks sake. I told you, we’ll have to wait. I’m not in a great mood, step down Y/N. Before you make me do something we both regret.”

Wow, an empty threat? Oh, you could see right through him and you could see his trembling reaching into his eyes and fingertips like a shaking dog. What a shame, you had never been one to step down from most anything.

Despite the jab in his tone, you couldn’t hide the smirk bubbling across your cheeks, blooming from your chest.

"There are more important things on your mind?"

Stepping forward into his bubble, you dimmed your smile to trace your fingertip against the dip in his collarbone, looking back up with a bitten lip.

Hoshi all but scowled down at you over his cheekbones, unamused and pissed.

“So is that why you texted me over thirty-five times today?”

“What?” Hoshi frowned.

Biting a smile down, you stepped closer. Not missing anywhere his eyes left for. You flattened your hand to his deeply beating chest. He was killing himself and you intended to push him until a final decision was made. Good, or bad.

“I said; you have more important things going on than me, so that must be why you couldn’t stop thinking about me all day? You’re avoiding me because I'm on your mind? Soonyoungie, that’s only going to make it worse. Your brothers have even told you that.”

Hoshi all but shoved your shoulders away from him.

But you knew this face. He was pissed by all intents and purposes; but also very hurt. You had caught him. A bullseye straight to the heart. You continued quickly before he managed to say something he may regret.

“Is that why your hands always hover at my hips - is it nerves? Are you that anxious to touch me? Or are you holding yourself back - wishing it was something more? You know that the time is right, but before you can help it - you're stalling from nerves all over again?"

Oh, if looks could kill. You pressed a hand to his chest against his attempt to step into your space.

That was not how this was going to go.

Hoshi stopped, but you could practically feel the air around you buzzing. The growl in his chest created a vibrato up into the bones of your wrist.

You lowered your hand, pleased to see that the male had at least chosen to wait.

“You’re too busy for me? There are other things on your mind?

“So that must be why you check on me constantly? Is that why you make my food or keep your door open at night, just in case? Whine, when I leave the room?

“Buy me new clothes, a new phone, pay for my shit, take me into your apartment because you couldn't stand to see me alone and in pain?

“What was it Hosh - were you unable to ignore your actions when faced with what you had left behind? Did the guilt eat away at you while you were gone?"

You let him process for a second. Hoshi’s neck ticked from anger, his hands twitching to do something, anything to stop you from talking down to him, but you beat him to it.

Hooking your index finger underneath the loosened black silk dress tie, you tugged his face down abruptly. He let you move him with the patience of a saint; lip curling as you challenged him up close. A growl curled over his tongue and ricocheted up his throat. But it had the opposite reaction than intended.

It made your head whizz and finally, finally the thrill of pushing his buttons was turning you on in a way you could only wish to describe.

“I can see right through your bullshit, mutt."

You were challenging him. In his home. His space. Your shared space in which his position was being directly challenged. This close, your breath fanned hot against each other’s skin and you had mere seconds to act before he moved to attack.

Oh how you had the nerve, he would never know.

“If you’re ever going to lie straight to my face, Kwon Soonyoung; make sure I don’t already know the truth first.”

That hit him hard. Hoshi’s irises pinched and his lip quivered. His hands reached to grip harshly at your hips, shoving them against him and very much keeping you there. Satin bunched up between his knuckles and his nose pressed to your cheek in so much tension you had to grip his scalp to keep him there.

Now was the time to strike.

"If you don't fuck me hard enough - like you’ve been absolutely dying to do - I'll be walking out of those doors tomorrow, straight into another Alpha's arms. To someone who’s prepared to act. Move, wolf, before I make you."

A tense silence that lasted milliseconds felt like minutes.

You’re not sure what happened first. But the band snapped and you were torn into each other’s emotions.

Your hand tugged Hoshi down by the collar to your face, only to meet lips, teeth and tongue. It was so desperate, so devouring, that your lungs burned upon impact.

Hoshi’s arms and body pushed you back until you hit the table, pinning your hip between the edge and his own. His hip pressed against you, erection pressing against the soft of your belly and riling you up further to stop any attempt of you dipping out of his hold.

The kiss was pure energy; frenzied and entirely devouring. Though it slowed, tongue caught between his teeth until your breath was sucked from your lungs, hands gripping hungrily against Hoshi’s scalp.

Finally, his lips detached, placing hot and heavy kisses on your jaw. Moving lower to leave hickeys and bruises and biting folds of skin on your neck and shoulders until his hand reached under the satin trouser waistband to squeeze your cheek in one of his palms. It fit so perfectly in his palm.

"You want another man's scent sticking to your pretty little pussy?" Hoshi growled into your skin. He squeezed harshly at your ass, stopping only when you yelped and tried to pull his hand away.

"You're such a filthy pup.” He spat, biting and palming and moving against your skin so passionately you felt you could scream.

“You should know better than to speak to an Alpha like that. In his home. In his face. You're lucky I'm patient, otherwise, your attitude could have ended you in so much shit you don't even know."

"Then do something about it, coward." You taunted, eyes shaking at the adrenaline of answering back.

"I'm going to fuck you into next week if you keep talking to me like such a heat-struck bitch." Tone tense, Hoshi snarled as you wiggled, thigh slipping between your own and pressing up against your crotch to pin your hip against the desk before you frustrated him any further.

Though initially you registered his comment as an insult; it was a statement that wound the core deep within your belly. Your heat had made you act differently, and in canine terms, you were classed as a bitch.

Thank fuck, he was finally starting to act on his instincts.

You whimpered at the fingers that wrapped around your throat, pressing against your airways until you gasped, moaning at the intake of air coupled with the hard-on rolling against your hip.

“God, you couldn’t even wait till I had come home, could you Y/N?

“I could smell you from the hallway, pup. I know what you've been doing, where you've been doing it. What would’ve happened If I left you here for two days again? Would you have let someone in, just to fuck you? God, I can’t believe you.”

With his hot mouth biting, sucking and nibbling at your neck and earlobe, your moans and pleasure distracted you enough for Hoshi to grab your wrists, pinning them behind you in one of his tight fists. Gasping softly, you pulled back.

"Soony-mmmf-"

"Shut up." He growled softly, turning your body in one fluid motion so that your face touched the wall.

But his actions grew juxtaposed from his words. Hoshi pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, allowing you to relax a little into the new position and not hurt yourself against the table.

Hoshi gripped your chin, only to slip his fingers into your mouth. You accepted them, whining at the thigh tensing and rolling against your core. Already, your legs twitched to draw him closer. One solid shiver shooting down your spine.

"I can't believe your nerve. Ignoring my messages all day just to act like such a brat when I get home. I can already smell you all over that silk. Did you need my attention, pup? Bet you couldn't get off at all, could you? Poor thing."

To your surprise, the hand fell from your mouth, presumably wiped on his legs before the same hand moved your robe to the side, connecting quickly and firmly with your right ass cheek. A cry slipped past your mouth when his hand stayed there, kneading so close to where you needed him, but not nearly close enough.

“Please, please Hosh, I’m -” Hoshi pinched your chin, bringing your neck up so you heard him better.

"You've got so much to learn, my messy little girl. So here's your first lesson. Most wolves bare their teeth and show their eyes as a threat, as a display of aggression, or to challenge someone’s leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat.

"I want you to think of this next time you try to threaten me, instead of using your words. Do not corner me in our shared space, ever again. Understood?"

His palm squeezed your cheeks as his hips pressed against you. It was a painful taste of relief and you were begging for more.

You nodded softly. What he was asking for wasn’t unreasonable.

“Hosh-” You released a low whine, riling him up further.

“I don't want to hear another pretty word coming out of your pretty little mouth until you're asking permission to cum.” Hoshi snarled against the shell of your ear as he pulled your spine up by holding your neck and chin up; pressing your rib cage against his chest. His cock fit snug between your ass and at that angle, it pressured your core too.

It felt like all the blood rushed to your head when for the first time, Hoshi’s fangs felt solid and truly threatening against the thin skin on your neck. Like an actual weapon and not just a pricking tooth.

It terrified you; that he could rip your throat out if he so pleased. But you knew you were safe. Your filthy brain registering the emotion as pure exhilaration.

He responded as your pulse rushed; thrusting up against you so agonisingly slowly. You whined and moaned embarrassingly wantonly. Hoshi himself sighing at his quickly growing cock pressed against your clothed core.

But, he wasn’t being mean.

Despite his anger, he was still trying to be delicate with you.

He paused to move some hair from your neck, nose running up against your hairline and hot, slow kisses pressed against your spine. You moaned softly, another shiver shooting down your body as your hips began twitching for more. So overwhelmed, you could barely think.

You held onto his arm that rested softly on your throat, keeping your back pressed against him.

“Soonyoung, please.” You moaned airily, choked in tone.

He hummed. Spanking you once again before pulling back and gently loosening the hold on your wrists. You didn't care to move.

“Ouch.” You growled with a pout. He chuckled into your cheek with you before moving to take your robe off fully.

Flung to the floor, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the silk trousers.

Hoshi’s body suddenly dipped behind you, trousers pulled down and over your hips in one solid motion down.

He anticipated your movement to face him, grasping your hands to your tailbone and gripping your hips. To show tail to another wolf was to show vulnerability. And in this scenario, trust was key to overcoming this instinct.

“Easy, flower.” He mumbled on your thighs, nuzzling there before speaking. Nipping at the skin lightly.

“I’m right behind you. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Shout chocolate, if you want to stop at any point, Y/N.” He waited until you had settled; having guessed that with him out of sight, you would panic.

He had guessed right, memorising your body and its nuances like an old lover. You nodded, touched by the obvious gesture of consent.

With your body staying still above him and trousers flung to the side he hummed, pleased.

"You look like such a feast from here, Y/N. I would love to eat you out until you cry, baby. Would you like that, my messy little pup? To get absolutely spoiled? Eat you up; inch, by inch."

Hoshi moved his hands up to squeeze at your sore ass and upper thighs, kneading them while spreading your legs further apart. The position made your heart flutter in your belly.

He saw how wet you were already; the dark stain on your satin clothes must have caught his nose way before you had even realised yourself what was happening.

When you twitched, your body spoke to him. It said Yes. Yes, please. Ravish me. Just do anything.

"Maybe not tonight though, pup. I'm desperate to feel you."

Sudden wetness pressed firmly to your core from behind and you were momentarily dazzled; a broken sob released from your lungs before you realised Hoshi’s mouth was covering you over your underwear.

Plain black lace.

Admittedly, they cost maybe less than a cafeteria’s meal deal, but Hoshi really couldn’t care less. You were priceless.

Hoshi’s tongue and lips pressed up against your covered core until your hips moved in tandem, arms flying out against the table to stop yourself from slipping.

"Fuck, you even taste floral. You're so beautiful Y/N. Can't believe I managed to keep my hands off you for so long."

He breathed a low rumble that shot up into your core before pulling back. His thumb joined his mouth in the onslaught. And at this angle, Hoshi was circling both over your hole and pushing amazing pressure onto your clit all at the same time.

“S-soonyoungie!” You cried out in a blur of moans. “T-too much! I’ll cum - hnngh -”

Hoshi slowed down and released his pressure, kissing your thigh in apology. He watched as you struggled to stay up on the table. Body quaking with desire. So, he made the executive decision to hold you against his body and walk you both down the hall into his bedroom.

You grunted a little at his strange ways. The feeling of suddenly being picked up sending you for a spin. You laughed in shock, despite the mood. The position was a little awkward, but he was strong so carried you with ease.

“Hosh- Soonyoung! I can walk, you know? I’m not a little dolly! Put-put me down!”

Silence.

That was what surprised you the most.

Hoshi’s emotions were only portrayed by the rumble against your back, the door shut firmly behind him with his heel as he half guided, half pushed you to the bed. You moved to sit up once you had hit the sheets belly down. But instead, he gripped your ankles; dragging you back down onto your belly.

Smack. You presumed that one was for talking back.

You yelped, growling in frustration when Hoshi used his knees to pin your thighs down to limit your movements, pressing against his crotch for a moment just to be able to think.

“Give me a reason not to absolutely break you, Y/N?” Hoshi snarled, upper body moving behind you. But, again. Despite his tone; Hoshi’s movements were smooth, and his hands were caring.

"Because you're a big softy..." You whimpered softly into the sheets.

Well, you weren't lying.

With a few moments free of Hoshi’s touch - Hoshi removing his blazer, buttoned shirt and belt from his trousers - your head got incredibly busy.

Your mind whirred with so many thoughts.

Your nose had finally registered the intense and wholly enveloping scent of Soonyoung in this room. You were in every sense surrounded; the feeling of becoming cared for settling into your gut.

Who were you to bite at the hand that fed you?

Hoshi had given you little reason to.

Sure, he had needed a push.

But from here on out, it was an equal game. And if you had learned anything about Hoshi by now, you knew he never moved with the intent to harm.

So despite his threatening aura, you knew better than to resist.

Unlike the first day you had met, you breathed him in. One whole lung of scent, pinching your irises and sending blood straight to your pulsing core. Finally, you had accepted him. And it sparked like party-poppers inside of your veins.

Sensing that your body had begun to ease, then react to what was happening, Hoshi softened a little. He had been selfish. Letting you fend for yourself but under his scrutiny. He wanted to help you. Guide you. It was time to put an end to this dangerous game of push and pull.

You hadn't noticed, but as Hoshi stripped behind you; you had begun to react to his body, scent and aura. Small whines and moans filled the air as you got off almost from the smell alone.

He moved back to release the pressure on your thighs, nuzzling at your shoulder blades before kissing at the nape of your neck. He was being sweet with you.

“Do you smell that, pup?" Hoshi growled softly against your skin blades. The feeling of stiff fabric, much like his silk shirt tie, was being firmly - if not very considerably - tied around your wrists.

You nodded softly, whining at the loss of contact as he moved back to tie the final knot. You ground down onto the knee between your legs and immediately praised his perceptiveness.

He kissed down your body, hands caressing your curves until he met your calves. Missing the one place you truly needed him and rumbling a slow growl against your skin.

Hoshi was, by now, in a different headspace. His thoughts were sinful but clear. Not jumbled like usual. He could be a little unpredictable, but he was the one deciding on what happened next. Leading the direction, with your permission.

"Can you tell why I didn’t let you in here those other nights, pup? Why I warned you that it might be dangerous for you to stay in here for too long?”

You took a second to respond, but you followed a low whine with a firm nod. You knew exactly why.

Everything that was happening pointed like a big red arrow down to your sopping wet core, soft moans falling from your lips as you grew more and more restless.

You could taste him in the air. Loved the way his scent settled against your skin.

Hoshi was also greatly affected by you.

Like the first day you had met, he was enamoured by you. Not only had you pushed him to a point, but you also held enough courage to push him over and make him face his actions. Unlike the first meeting, however; he now chose to feed his desires.

He had secretly loved the way members and business attendees had been attracted to him all day. Their sharp senses found notes of a light aroma all over him that lasted the entire day. Eyes watching him as he seemed ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

The feeling of unconditional, possessive, yet giving love, had started to bloom inside of him. Something carnal. It made not only his cock throb but his heart beat a little faster too.

Hoshi kissed, bit and kitten licked at your inner knees and thighs before working himself back up towards your core.

Before you could react, Hoshi had reached up to tear your underwear straight across the crotch, then once across the body. The fabric was putty in his hands and you sighed, no want nor will to complain as Hoshi’s mouth made contact with your awaiting pussy.

He took it slow, feeding his own flame. Working up a crescendo between his tongue, nose, fingers and teeth. Dipping in and tasting you with want, passion.

Your hips moved on their own and he didn’t find the want to correct you; palms too busy holding your hips forward and cheeks apart. Occasionally, he pulled back to give you air. Only to kiss or bite at your thigh, ass, or suckle far too lightly on your clit.

He was such a shit, honestly.

When you reached a point, however, Hoshi tipped you over with great care.

And you realised suddenly like a drop of clarity what you had been missing from all those unsatisfying self-nut sessions.

Him.

Hoshi felt the same way as you. A quickie in the shower was no longer that; finishing too early or not at all was driving the two of you insane.

He continued holding you in euphoria until he heard your whines from over sensitivity seep over your moans. Pulling up to swipe at his lips and chin, he pulled back to kneel above you on the bed.

He peered down as you rolled onto your back. You were breathing deeply and your lips had been bitten red. You moaned softly as he smoothed his hand over your belly. Reaching for him as his trousers were tugged over his strong thighs; lifted then thrown to the ground.

Hoshi laughed softly at your face.

"Already so fucked out, pup? What happened to all that barking earlier, hmm? All bark and no bite is it?"

You whined nasally, huffing up at him, about to talk back.

“Ah - ah.” He raised his brows with a taunting smile.

You chose the wise option; not to bark directly at his stupidly handsome face and receive another hard spank. Hoshi followed your face inch by inch back as your eyes kept steady defiance until your scalp hit the bed.

"Good thing one of us knows how to bite or we'd both be bottoms." He whispered, giggling despite the pure sexual tension in the air. You growled softly, but he merely smiled.

He was reaching his limits in terms of patience and honestly, you didn't mind.

His solid body and chest pressed against your own. You couldn’t breathe, eyes and face not sure where to go as you took in his toned but slender torso, arms, shoulders.

“Y-you’re hot…” You mumbled as he kissed hotly against your jaw. Hoshi laughed softly, shaking his head. Dragging open kisses to the swell of your breast.

He peered up at your blissed-out face as he groped at one breast, finger and thumb twisting and releasing in tandem while his mouth made work on your other side.

“You’re cute. But still not in my good books.” He mumbled into your skin.

Noticing that you had barely noticed his words, Hoshi gnawed at the side of your breast with sharp teeth, reaching to tug a knee up and spank the direct underside of your thigh.

“Soonyoung! Play nice!” You cried out, gripping to the bed under you as Hoshi raised to kneel. He pinched your chin, forcing you to make direct eye contact.

"Lesson two. Pay attention when an Alpha is talking to you, pup. It's basic manners."

Once more he was an entire oxymoron. His words bit and yet didn't stick; voice silky as he turned you back onto your belly.

“Bite me.” You bit back. Your light growl was met with the unamused kissing of his teeth and another swipe across your backside.

He pumped himself first before tugging his underwear off and to the floor.

“I might.” He growled into your cheek, reaching under your belly with his arm to lift you to your knees. It was such a power move that honestly you were a little dazed.

"Can I play with you like this, pup?" Hoshi asked gently.

He held you as you wobbled, all the blood rushing to your head causing your head to become slightly fuzzier.

"Y-yeah… Hold on, my legs…"

Hoshi giggled. "Easy pup." Holding you until you adjusted, stronger in stance.

"You ready?" He whispered.

You nodded eventually, stable on your knees. "Mmhmm."

"So fucking ready." You moaned dumbly, forehead back against the sheets while his fingers ran up and down your slit, his free hand pumping his cock. This would have to do for tonight.

“Do you think you're good to go, or do you need stretching out?"

Three days of being highly strung meant fun nights were ahead; tonight, he wanted this coupling to happen as hard, fast and passionately as physically possible.

"Don't know…" Hoshi heard you mumble, sighing deeply as his thumb circled your clit.

Hoshi slid his middle finger straight into your core, completely accepted and sucked into your tightness. He hummed in appreciation, licking his lips as another came to play, hooking down towards your belly.

He moved at a slow but harsh pace, fingers hitting deep and slow until your hips twitched for more, irrelevant of the need for stretching out.

"Soonie - please, I'm ready…" You whimpered, leg twitching to not grind back onto his palm. Hoshi reached down to plant a gentle kiss onto your shoulder blades. He had heard your request.

He tapped his dick against you a few times - mostly for his own sadism, but also to see you try to behave and stay patient - before easing in with a gradual movement. Thrusting in and out with the utmost care until your pain burned into pleasure.

His breath hit heavily against your skin, standing your senses to attention. You were enveloped; tight but ready, willing and able to accommodate his girth. But God, it was such a beautiful stretch.

"O-h my fuck, Kwon Soonyoung." You managed to cry out as Hoshi stretched you out, one arm next to your shoulder and the other intent on arching your back as much as possible.

The way he stretched you out - well, it was burned into your memory. He was not the thickest and not the longest; hitting just nice on the scale.

The two of you moaned and moved and worked on easing together until he bottomed out. Hoshi's hand found your hair, reaching to tug your head up.

"Hoshi!" You yelped at the slight burn.

What you didn't expect was the quick exit and thrust into your gut that made you cry out immediately. He was testing the waters.

"Fuck, please move!" You moaned, hips starting to grasp any movement possible. Before it struck you; he wasn't moving because he was waiting for you to give in. To release the tenseness in your muscles.

So you released it all with one big gasp of a breath, Hoshi's hand slowly releasing its grip on your hair and scalp as he rested on his knees and hands. Your toes curled at the pressure pressing up against your bladder.

Placing angel-like kisses on your back, shoulder, neck, Hoshi pecked his way up to your shoulder.

"Stop fighting my presence, Y/N. You're safe. Nothing will happen here that you don't want to happen. I care about you and want to make you feel good. I can't do that if you don't let me in."

Your heart thumped heavily in your stomach and you cried out.

Fuck. He was right. And being finally able to accept him truly felt like a miracle.

With your defences successfully lowered, Hoshi began to pull out. Only to thrust solidly back into you in one slick motion. A pattern of one tap, two soon became a rapid three tap, five.

His adrenaline took over, pounding you and your pussy so completely down into the sheets you could do nothing more than whine, moan and cry out his name.

"H-Hoshi I’m - so close -" You managed to garble, trapped as his torso lowered to your back. At this angle, it hurt good and pleasure swelled in your gut faster than expected.

"Hoshi please, I need - please, please -" Hoshi moaned softly, reaching to slip a hand under your belly to fumble at your clit. However clumsy, the release of tension was appreciated.

Hoshi rumbled a growl against your back so deep you felt it against your tailbone.

‘You can cum, beautiful. Hurry.’

Wherever his voice was, it echoed like an instruction clear and sanctified inside your brain.

You came once around his cock, pussy clenching down as his nimble fingers danced against your bud. Unlike the hips that caused that deep body sweeping ache in the pit of your womb.

Hoshi started to reach his crescendo shortly after; his body language and stuttering pace served as a fair warning that he was going to ride you through this together, no matter how much noise you both made.

"Y/N - I won't - I won't last much longer. If you're sure you want me to mark you. If you’re sure you want this. To be linked for life. Now's the time to yell. Quick, Y/N. I want to hear you say it."

Hoshi's panted and parted words against your cheek were hot and dove straight through the lust into your brain.

Nodding with conviction your garbled one last plea, your Omega features finally found a home in your brain. For you weren't just taking this, you were actively involved. An equal, with a kind teacher.

"Please, please Soonyoung, I want this - I'm so ready, please, fuck -"

You sobbed, pleasure turning into mind-numbing sensitivity as his thrusts slowed, becoming shallower and shallower until his teeth buried into your shoulder. The poison in his gums sent sparkling cracks like live electricity into your body through your bloodstream until it hit your brain.

Your body tipped over the edge one last final time and milked him for all that he was worth.

Soonyoung sang your praises as he licked and kissed the sore wound at your skin, nuzzling your neck. The scenting served to ground you from the poison mixing into your blood, your teary cheeks met with kisses and loving fingertips.

"Such a pretty pup, Y/N. You did so well. Shh, you're alright."

You almost cursed at the feeling of Hoshi pulling out, missing his cock already. But you were spent. Slowly coming back into the space with tears, sobs and panting breaths.

“F-fuck, Soonyoung - what’s happening? It hurts, f-fuck, please -”

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Don't fight it. Breathe, pup. You'll start to feel a little differently in a minute. Focus on my voice."

You hadn't passed out due to your orgasm, thankfully.

But your new issue was that the reaction your body had to Hoshi's bite was so strong you had to be held together. Body trembling in a foreign kind of chemical pain that mixed with the quivering aftermath of an amazing orgasm.

Oddly, the tingling spreading in your every cell was sadistically pleasant after a few seconds.

You understood now, why wolf bites were associated with sinful lust. If you weren’t so spent, your body would have been raring to go all over again.

Hoshi lowered your torso to the bed, loving hands undoing the tie around your wrists and shushing your noises.

"I'm all yours now, Y/N. We’re bonded. Try to relax - I’ve been told it tends to hurt more if you fight it. Breathe. You’re so brave pup, let it settle."

He placed kisses on your skin, tentative to listen to your noises. You sniffled, sobbed and hiccuped. So overwhelmed by emotions and feelings that the post-nut clarity made you cry with such relief it was hard to calm back down.

Hoshi collapsed on his side with a grunt. Gently guiding you to your side as he lay beside you. He reached for your skin with care, pulling your body towards him.

"Give it a second, keep remembering to breathe. You got this."

"It hurts Soonie -" You gulped against Hoshi's chest, finally feeling the chemical beating in your chest.

It felt as if popping candy had been poured into your bloodstream. Causing you to curl into him as the poison hit your heart.

A few solid and laboured pumps of your heart later - coupled with a few loud cries and panted breaths - your mind caught up and you began to calm down.

"Easy, pup. I'm here. You're okay. Focus on me."

Feeling the aftermath of your activities, Hoshi breathed heavily over the top of your head. His chest and rib cage moved against you, your trembling hands pressing against his skin.

In the afterglow, Soonyoung kissed your forehead. Granting you space to think before talking. You wiped your eyes, slipping your arms under his and pulling closer against him until you were truly enveloped.

You both felt whole, for once. It was the strangest thing.

'Are you good, Y/N?' Hoshi's voice prompted softly.

Before you realised it was received mentally you just nodded. But then it struck you. You frowned as you moved to look up at him, sparks still whooshing underneath your skin.

"What the fuck, Soonyoung? Were you just in my head?" You mumbled with pinched brows.

He all but burst into laughter, giggling at your reaction. He nodded.

"Yeah, we can do that now. You might also be able to talk to others like that, now. I'm not really sure how it works with Omegas though. Guess it depends on the scenario. Think of it like whispering, I guess. I'll teach you how, sometime?"

With such a tired smile like that, you couldn't resist a nod and quick kiss to his chest.

"Please, and thank you."

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"Hey, Hosh?" You asked after a while, pulling back to see his gorgeous naturally dark brown eyes ready to see your face. He hummed in response, waiting for your question.

"Why is everything so loud, suddenly? Have I like, levelled up after mad sex, or have I gone legitimately mad?"

Hoshi giggled at you, pinching your cheeks. Shaking his head.

"Quit playing!" You quipped at him, laughing against his skin. "Seriously, like - even the air sounds different? Or is that - oh!” You gasped.

“That’s not the air. That’s your - pulse. Okay, great. I can hear your blood moving. Fantastic. This isn’t going to become distracting or anything. What if I start to hear everyone’s pulse? Oh my god, I might have to wear earplugs… What if I can never not wear them out in public again? Oh God, I’m not sure I want that Hosh?"

Hoshi shook his head gently, moving hairs away from your eyes with a shy giggle before explaining.

"Stop panicking, Y/N. You're not mad. It's just - your hearing might be a little more sensitive than before. Like this -" He traced the outside of your ear, giggling as you flinched away from the sudden intense sound of a finger sounding next to your brain.

"Or this." He whispered, flicking his fingers together at an arm’s length away from your head.

"Huh." You scoffed, amused at the clarity. Such a minute sound but when you strained to listen to it, it was almost as if it was right next to your ear.

“You'll learn to tune it out, but honestly it does come in handy sometimes. It might take a while to get used to. No biggy. We'll figure it out together."

You peered up at him, intrigued as he grew timid.

"Cause like, we are kind of together now if you think about it? I mean, aren't we? Like, I don't want to pressure you into making a decision or anything, but umm, it would be a little tricky if you wanted to pull out now, so..."

Wow, you had never seen such a shy emotion run through a man before. With a reassuring grin, you hugged him closer with the small strength you had left. He held you back, hand splaying over your spine.

"Of course we're a thing now, idiot. That was the best sex of my life Soonyoung. My ears have legitimately expanded. I'd say I love you if I wasn't so mad at you for biting me in such a sensitive spot, clown boy."

At your accusatory tone, Hoshi scratched his neck apologetically. You pulled back to watch his beautiful smile.

"Ahh, sorry about that. You look hot as shit though. Or at least, you will when it heals. Sorry, not sorry?"

You scoffed at his direct hit on you for maybe the first time but settled into a silent agreement.

This was good. The two of you had bonded and your hearts were tied together with tight strings of fate. All tangled up and delightfully warm.

“How does any of this extra sense help you guys, though? Isn’t it super overwhelming?”

Hoshi stalled at your innocence, scratching his head and rolling onto his back.

“Err, well, that’s hard to explain, to be honest?” He let out a large exhale, hand drifting to your shoulders as you shuffled onto your belly. Leaning against his side, your hip sat on top of his. You placed your chin on your hands on top of his chiselled chest, enjoying this new skinship.

He was hot as fuck.

“You can generally read a room a lot faster and clearer when things like smells and small actions are involved? I’m not really sure how to explain it.

“It's not something you like, have to verbally explain - usually you just kinda get it? Sorry, I know that's not very helpful."

You nodded, open to understanding.

You presumed it was a lot like asking a multilingual person what language they thought in. It depends on the situation and mood.

"Wolves tend to act a little differently depending on what time of the month it is, or their place of hierarchy in a pack.

“Maybe I'll ask Jeonghan to introduce you to a Beta soon? You might be able to feel it a bit better then. Meeting the pack won't be for a while yet though, flower. That might be a lil' much.”

You hummed in thought before nodding.

“Sure, that would be nice. I think I kind of get it, though. When I can feel you near I feel a lot more… stable in myself? Like a missing piece has returned?

“You smell nice, I guess. If I know you're in the room then I can do things more carelessly, I guess. I'm not sure I would be able to put a finger on why I feel this way though. Don't let it go to your head."

Hoshi smiled, running a thumb between and over your eyebrows.

He had never mentioned it, but you had grounded him to this earth. The incessant threat and anxiety surrounding his disease had gone; the symptoms eased into nothing but an old memory when he was around you.

"You make me feel safer too, Y/N. Please don't forget that."

Oof. That shit hurt.

"I get scared too, sometimes. Especially when I know there's a possibility someone I love is in agonising pain, and I can't be there to support them. Like at the hotel - I was stressed for literal hours, Y/N."

Your smile became playful, tongue poking your cheek. Hoshi quirked his brow.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, just you saying that you love me. It's cute."

Hoshi scoffed before laughing from his belly, eyes crescented against plump cheeks. He held you closer, chin atop the crown of your head. You smiled against your hand.

"Stop it." He giggled as his bashful side started showing.

"Say it again." You hummed, almost purring. Hoshi groaned playfully.

"Fine, okay. I guess I like, love you. Like, a lot?"

And he did. Truly. Over the past few days, the consistent ache in his bones that he had known his whole life due to Moon Fever, had diminished almost entirely. He did not doubt that if the two of you truly did stick together, it would dissipate into a memory.

You pulled your body up on your elbows with a mockingly angry face.

"Kwon Soonyoung! That was barely half an effort! Give it some conviction wolf, Christ!"

Hoshi erupted into nervous laughter, hiding his face as he grew beet red.

"Ahh shit. How else am I meant to say it? I think you've got me good here. I'm fucked up, long term."

You snorted. "That makes two of us."

"I love you, Y/N. Seriously, whatever happens, let's be there for each other."

"That was cringe as hell and definitely quoted from somewhere you humongous nerd," You poked, ignoring his offended noises above.

"But, obviously, I love you too, Soonyoung.

“And of course I'll always wait for you. Always."

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Author: spookyhyuck

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung, or Hoshi / Reader

Rating: 18 + (Part 3 includes NSFW smut, swearing throughout)

Genre: Supernatural AU / Fluff / Angst / Smut / General A/B/O goodness heh

Warnings (Part 3 Smut): A lot of power play, consensual throughout. Slight use of bad-mouthing and downgrading. Hand restriction, spanking. Fluff at the end. Mentions of the usual A/B/O filth!

Word Count: 14,786 (14.7k / Total Approx. 40k)

PART TWO / THREE

Two days.

Two days you had been stuck in this stupidly expensive hotel room.

Every time you had tried to leave - against Hoshi’s instruction to ‘Sit tight, I’ll be back soon’ - a supernatural kind of sickness had settled into your gut and you drowned in an unreasonable amount of anxiety. Cancelling your Ubers' as soon as they arrived.

Your last dash to grab some more pre-paid suppressants from the pharmacy dock resulted in your limbs quite literally freezing up as soon as you hit the open reception area. An embarrassing altercation with a nurse and a stretcher was something that you would never live down.

In your mind, it was fairly obvious to the staff members what must have been happening.

A panicked and delirious young female paired with a disappearing high-profile Alpha male… Well, it was a little more eyeball-grabbing than the average coupling in the hotel.

You couldn’t imagine that the werewolf hospitality industry was clean of pimps, but heavens above you hoped they didn’t see Hoshi as one. He was far too kind.

Well, from what you had gaged in the short time of knowing each other, anyways.

Hell, you were surprised your hall-mates hadn’t filed a legal complaint against your k-drama style crying so late into the first night. You were sure that by now the whole floor had heard you sob so much they could splice the sound and make a mixtape.

Body burning up from the inside out, Hoshi had run you a bath in a rush to leave. He left you to scramble in there with some dignity - the cold water barely scraped off the heat surfacing out of your muscles though, which was pretty alarming. You had to dip your scalp under as you held yourself, bawling like a child, just to get some sense of relief. You’d suffered from the flu as a teenager, but this shit was truly beginning to hit differently.

Hoshi had messaged you occasionally. Ordering suppressors to your door when needed. He had asked a specific nurse to be on call to you on your coupled entrance; numbers exchanged between the three of you and suppressors pressed into your hands.

Having this arranged on your behalf, meant that you could avoid an embarrassing and clueless conversation with a canine sex-ed nurse that had the potential to embarrass you for the rest of eternity.

And for this act of kindness, you were eternally grateful.

The two pills came in a small branded box. One for before a meal to aid in the ‘speedy recovery’ of your body after the heat had begun (aka the equivalent of birth control for human women, shortening the window in which your symptoms appeared and allowing you to regulate them after the first two months or so). And another to suppress ‘sexual inconveniences’. Whatever the hell that meant. You were due to portray signs of ‘lust’ according to the questionably serious medical sheet.

Brilliant. So you were due to become disgustingly ill and horny. Well hey, when it rains it pours, right?

You were meant to take at least one three times a day - of which you ended up taking both because well, fuck it - and you had safely doubled up under the nurses’ careful instructions, just to be able to sail through the transformation smoothly, apparently.

The nurse was lovely. She explained what the bite meant biologically; why you had attached to Hoshi so quickly. She explained how the suppressors worked, how they would aid in your body's recovery in about two weeks. They sounded great and all, but fuck, they did nothing to ease the pain. Only your symptoms. Your dose had barely even been able to contain the heat bubbling under your skin.

Conversations with Hoshi were short and abrupt, but considerate. Constant small checkups. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, but you were on his mind at least once every hour.

You were growing on him.

Having to choose between nursing a fated stranger versus dealing with a security breach involving his younger pack members, truly tore his moral-heavy heart in two.

He had explained to you as he left, with pain behind his eyes, why he needed to leave.

His pack needed him in the furthest southern building for important security division meetings. A younger member had been attacked by a rival pack, half a city over. Smaller in size, but twice as vicious as their group had ever been.

As much as you appreciated the millions of dollars and people’s honours that were at stake, you also considered how much you wanted his job to go fuck itself. Politely, and with respect.

You wanted - no, needed - him there, with you. If voiced, Hoshi would have agreed that the sentiment was selfish but true.

After being dropped off at the hotel, Hoshi had left to grab your belongings from your apartment. But he never returned.

Hoshi - Y/N!!!

He texted suddenly, around midnight that Friday eve. Through tears in your eyes, you held your cracked phone over the side of the bath.

Hoshi - I’m sorry, I won’t be able to join you for food tonight!!

Hoshi - I actually

Hoshi - I won’t be able to grab your clothes from your apartment either…

Hoshi - I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’ll make it up to you I swear :((

Hoshi - Boss has asked me to stay with our younger brother (Mingyu, the rascal I told you about) until things have cooled down over here.

District 25. Half an hour down the coastline in his fast black car, but a hell of a lot longer if you ever tried to make it there.

Not that you could even consider that in your current condition; body shaking as you struggled to dry yourself off and enter the cold duvet.

You struggled even just trying to shovel down the expensive room service food, that was ordered purely out of the necessity of having enough energy to deal with this stupid infection. The once appealing meal was now just cold, dead noodles.

You recalled the mention of Hoshi’s younger brother, Kim Min Gyu. Otherwise called Mingyu by his family. He often found himself in tricky situations that involved defending his members as they reached out to make offers of unity to smaller packs. He was a big guy with a short temper and a heart too soft for his own good.

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Night two of your stay had been the hardest.

You had used the last of your strength to push your room's furniture into the corners of the room as a sort of mania set in. Part of your conscious mind was scared you had finally gone insane. With unruly anxiety making you unable to stay still, you had felt the sudden need and want to push all the obtrusive wood as far away as possible.

The room left a bad taste in your mouth you couldn’t shake off, and you opted to leave the windows wide open and blinds half shut. The steady waft of the cool night’s breeze settled your form hiding beneath the cocoon of night sheets and was welcome in this space.

You hoped Hoshi wouldn’t be much longer.

You found yourself thinking about him in that quiet room. Burnished with forest patterns and dark blue accents glittering with silver stars. It was as garish in design as it was stylistic and oddly comforting.

Hoshi - Y/N?

Your phone pinged. Looking down to see who it was that had texted you, well… you swallowed the smile that ached to show. Were you falling for a stranger so fast? It made your head spin. But even from so far away, you knew you were connected. Your gut said that much.

Y/N - Soonyoung? Is everything okay over there, was worried

Hoshi - Hi petal, all good over here, not much to report tbh

The nickname distracted you from the cramps in your muscles, forcing you to wipe away your tears just to see the screen.

Hoshi - How are you? Any better? I’ve been worried ….. :(

Hoshi - Send me your card details, I’ll transfer money for food into your account

Hoshi - I won’t be able to join you tonight, either…

He was being honest, at least. You smiled -you could almost see his frown through his texts.

Y/N - Don’t be silly!!

Y/N - You’ve paid for so much already

Hoshi - Y/N… please. Send the deets.

You smiled, hearing that tone of a whine in your mind. What was happening to you?

Y/N - Careful, or the hotel staff might start thinking you’re holding me hostage

Y/N - actually, on second thoughts

Y/N - pretty sure they already think you’re my escort or something

Y/N - pls clear that up with them when you come back, I don’t need that on my conscience!!

Hoshi had thrown his head back with a short laugh. Your humour was addictive, making him shake his head as your bank details came through a little while after.

Y/N - !!!!!! SOONYOUNG !!!! TOO MUCH !!!!!

Y/N - !!!!! FCK A DUCK !!!!!!!

Y/N - I'M A STRANGER !!!! OH MY lord

Y/N - is this blood money istg

Y/N - pls take some of it back, thank you but omg, Hoshi

Y/N - oh lords above

Y/N - I’m sure I’ve just been put on a government watchlist because of this

Y/N - Soonyoung... thank you… it's too much …. :,)

Mingyu had teased his friend. The smile on Hoshi’s cheeks had creased his eyes to his cheeks as he received the notification that eight hundred dollars had been successfully transferred to your account.

He had barely blinked when transferring the money into your account, but you were enamoured. (And actually, you were sort of disgusted that he could even transfer that amount of money with minimal pain.).

Hoshi - I’m sorry I can’t be with you yet…. Please eat well 🌼

Hoshi - Do you need clothes ?

Your tears were back. Sniffling furiously from the sadness of remaining alone tonight, but most likely being hit with a wave of hormones, your emotions were being pushed to the extreme.

At that moment, that was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for you.

Hoshi - I won’t be able to get there till tomorrow earliest, but I could order some?

Hoshi - or you could, with the money. Sorry, I hope that didn’t come across pervy 😓

Y/N - haha, ur good

Y/N - I’m not really wearing much rn anyways, so I'm good for now, ty though :)

Y/N - Ty for the food!!! And the blood money !!!!!!!!

Typing before thinking through what you were doing, Hoshi received the innocent text. Only, his brain registered it and sent blood rushing straight through his chest and down to his crotch.

Hoshi - ahh, I see

Hoshi - No worries :)

He typed back simply. Sweating mentally. A pause happened before he had to tear himself away from the phone, leaving you to order your own food and cry into cold noodles once again. You had money in the bank, your phone. But your health was ‘fucked’ according to google and you had spiralled into complete and utter loneliness.

Hoshi - Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I’ve gtg

Hoshi - S coups is calling

Hoshi - Please, eat well without me!!! Stay safe and message if you need anything 🌼

Hoshi - I’ll be there soon, I promise

Staring at your phone, you sobbed louder than the night before. Now you had a reason to. Your one line to security was being cut off. You managed to type back with shaking hands before throwing your phone to the side, damaging it further. It slipped off the side table and onto the hard surface floor with a loud crack.

Y/N - night, see you soon… please stay safe

The screen flickered on the floor, before fuzzing out entirely. You never received his final messages, sobbing now you had broken your one last security. He was never coming to see you and you were going to be thrown out of this hotel on Monday morning. Broken, and afraid.

Hoshi - !!!

Hoshi - Of course… <3

Hoshi, undelivered - Please tell me how tomorrow goes, I couldn’t sleep thinking how much you must be in pain. How shitty it is that I left you there without a friend :(

Hoshi, undelivered - I’m sorry

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be there tomorrow, if everything works out

Hoshi, undelivered - Please wait for me, Y/N. Goodnight

Hoshi, undelivered - Sleep well 🌼 - 🐯

Sunday 7:15 am

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Hoshi, undelivered - I should be over tonight at about 8 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Shall I stay? We could order some food :)

Hoshi frowned. Immediately concerned as to why nothing was being sent properly. Not being an expert at technology he shrugged it off at first, presuming that it was the messaging app just fucking up again. Last month they almost leaked everyone’s numbers so this was barely any different to him.

Sunday 12:48 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Hoshi, undelivered - Hope you’re getting these even if you’re not responding

Hoshi, undelivered - Stupid messaging server probably has a bug in it again

Sunday 2 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be over at 9, things got pushed back a bit. Let me know how things are going. What food to bring later

Sunday 2:28 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - ???

Sunday 4:11 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N, is something wrong?

Hoshi, undelivered - I’m starting to get worried

Sunday 4:55 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Please message back? Are you okay????

Hoshi was concerned. This was the first instance in which you had seemingly outright ignored him.

Along with his messages not sending, Hoshi could feel in his body that something was off. For the rest of his security detail, he was pissy and miserable. Dokyeom only irritated his mood further, a slight altercation unknowingly being watched by his older brother, Joshua.

He managed to catch Hoshi as he headed out to get some food from the vending machine, grabbing his bicep to lead him quietly into an empty meeting room.

“Hyung?!” Hoshi had yelped, surprised. But ultimately he silently accepted his older brother’s ambush.

Once in the empty meeting room, Joshua leaned on the edge of the expensive and very wide mahogany table. Arms crossed over his chest before nodding to the younger wolf.

“What’s going on, Soon’? You’ve been distracted since lunch and your whole aura has been reading as off for the whole day. I’m not the only one who’s noticed, you bit at DK earlier for practically no reason.”

Hoshi blanched, shocked. Fear and upset bubbled up into his chest and transformed his anger into confusion. His rush to defend himself showed his vulnerability, which was a huge sign something was going on.

“I-I’m not - This job is so stupid and I’ve been called out for practically no reason other than to look pretty, when I could be anywhere else -” Hoshi started to shout, tears springing to his eyes.

His brother stood, walking into the flood to ground him. He saw the pain behind the anger in the way his eyes shook, barely a light red. Something was hurting his heart.

“Easy, Hosh. Take a breath.” He uttered patiently, keeping an affectionate hand on his brother’s arm.

Hoshi submitted, head dipping as he dipped to sit in the nearest chair. He wiped at his eyes with a whine, shoulders tensed.

Joshua, the calm and gentle soul he was, chose not to react to his anger. Instead, he moved to sit in front of his brother. Reaching a hand to the back of Hoshi’s neck, squeezing there reassuringly.

His younger brother was in pain, he could read that much. But he was having a little trouble understanding where it was coming from.

“Is it the company?” Joshua asked gently. Hoshi shook his head, heat rushing to his neck as he held in his tears. Joshua hummed in thought.

“The security position?” Hoshi was slower to shake his head this time, but his blonde locks swooped side to side. Joshua carded his hands through the back of his hair lovingly, placing them back to their stylised spot.

“Your brothers?” Another shake.

“Is it something you’re willing to talk about?” Joshua tried in a final attempt. Hoshi thought for a moment before looking up, shaking his head with teary eyes.

“I can’t Hyung. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I can’t tell anybody right now. I’m sorry, Hyung.” Joshua simply smiled, standing up to reach towards him with open arms. If Hoshi says he’s not able to share the burden, then Joshua believed his younger brother entirely.

Hoshi rose to hug his brother. Long enough to give Hoshi the support to continue until the end of his assignment.

“Alright,” Joshua spoke kindly as always, voice like cream to the ears. Ruffling his brother's hair as they exited the room. “Well you know you can always come to us for help, right? I mean it, all of us.”

Hoshi nodded, keeping his eyes low. “Of course.”

His mind was immediately pinned onto your body. How he had left you, scared and afraid in a distant hotel. Something about this arrangement was hurting him, in a way he couldn’t control. That was what scared him the most. Not being able to keep his emotions in check. And the guilt that was eating away at him.

Sunday 7:36 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N, not sure if you’re getting my msg’s, but I thought I’d send this anyways

Hoshi, undelivered - I’ll be on my way home to change out of this stupid suit first, 8 pm sharp

Hoshi, undelivered - Then I’ll be over

Hoshi, undelivered - Shall I get us some food

Sunday 7:48 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Y/N?

Sunday 7:53 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - :(

Sunday 8:56 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - OMW!!

Hoshi, undelivered - There’s been no traffic all night, so shouldn’t be long

Hoshi, undelivered - I didn’t get any food, thought we could order in?

Sunday 9:23 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Almost there 🙃 room 21, floor three right?

Sunday 9:40 pm

Hoshi, undelivered - Here, omw up!

With your face smushed into your pillows, you were mostly dead to the world.

Feverish dreams and the inability to reach a deeper state of sleep meant that your body was being pushed to a point of exhaustion; a pounding head coaxing you into a light semi-conscious state of rest, simply to subdue the pain.

Your head spun in this position but at least the breeze on your naked back kept you cool.

Your underwear had begun to start sticking oddly as you wrestled with the waves of sensation in which your body told you you were unreasonably horny, but your mind refused to give in to such a stupid and animalistic sense.

One moment you were down in the dumps; the next you were ready to hump any surface like a rabbit.

Then, the hunger came.

And worst of all; the rippling pains deep in your muscles that felt like a whole-body menstrual cramp. What a joy!

Thankfully, you had managed to ignore the sexual tension for the most part. The threat of becoming a werewolf, funnily enough, outweighed the need for a quick wank.

Well... You weren’t above trying at least once.

But it had left you even more frustrated than before. Something was missing from this equation and it frustrated your tired brain like a winding spring. You had never been unable to satisfy yourself before.

What the actual fuck? You were never going to experience a glorious orgasm ever again….

The sudden noise of the electric lock on the large heavy hotel door being released woke you in an instance.

The door beeped loudly before accepting the card being swiped on the other side. An aggressing green light circled the handle before fading.

A light rapping on the door told you that the intruder was at least polite enough to knock, but dizzy, you struggled to link two and two together.

Room service, at this hour? You cursed mentally. But the voice on the other side of the door spoke before you could, quietly filling the space.

“Y/N?” Hoshi whispered, your dark room indicating from his slither of a view that you could very much be asleep. As he attempted to step in, you called back from the other side with an immediate tone of alarm.

"Soonyoung?" You croaked, rushing up faster than you expected in an adrenaline rush to push the door closed as soon as the handle creaked downwards. "Soonyoung stop, stop, stop, please don't open that door!"

Hoshi paused for a moment, hearing you panic against the door. "Y/N? What's wrong? A-are you not dressed?"

Upon trying to nudge the door out further he realised you were using your body weight to keep it shut. If he wanted, he could barge in with no issue. There was little physical reason why not to. But instead, he pulled back with a frown. What had gotten into you?

"Hoshi please, just stop. Go away, get away from here…" The pain in your voice betrayed the attempt at threatening the only being you would possibly trust to see you and comfort you right now. Well, maybe other than Jen.

Hoshi cleared his throat, placing his hand on the door handle. Your scent had been spoiled with fear - sour and distasteful to the nose. It made his spine stiff as his body stood to attention.

“Y/N, seriously. What the hell is going on? Is somebody in there?” Reacting without thought, Hoshi’s blood boiled with the threat of someone other than himself being in the room with you in this state, this deep into your transition.

"N-no,” You stuttered. Hoshi eased upon hearing the weakness in your tenor. A tired person doesn’t tend to lie.

“I-I just don't want you to come in. I don't think it's safe anymore… for you to see me like this. I’m sick, Hoshi and I don’t want it to affect you too. Please just go away..."

Hoshi didn't respond immediately. He kept quiet as a puzzled look swept over his features.

"Why won’t you let me in, Y/N? Did something happen while I was away? I can come back later if you want? I can go get us some food if you need to get dressed, or -"

"No.” You bit. “Please, Soonyoung. I want you to leave and never come back! I’m too dangerous and unpredictable to be around."

The fear in your voice struck his heart.

"I'm a monster, I've turned into something disgusting and I can’t even think straight…"

He now felt the guilt of leaving you here, alone, for all this time. The hours left you stewing in this disgustingly silver and dark blue furnished hotel. Beyond the door, the subtlety of your heartbeat was there, erratic and full of grief.

Once again, your body was fighting his presence.

Unmarked and unmated your hormones were making your head boil up in confusion, leaving your heart far behind. Hoshi groaned instantly at the noise that floated out from under the door. A long, high pitched whine of fear. Thumping his head against the door as he took a breath to steady himself.

Letting go of the door, you stepped back. Once. Twice. Before hitting the bed. Reaching back to crawl into the soft cave you had pulled together in a complete frenzy.

Slumping back against your accumulated pile of bedding from pure emotional exhaustion, you began to whimper like an animal. Such a desperate noise. A cold sweat lay over your skin and your muscles rippled like an anxious hound without its owner present.

"Please Hoshi… Just leave…" The conviction in your voice was non-existent and Hoshi was pained.

Shit. For once in his life, he had had the option to choose opportunity over familiar comfort. He could only now see what choosing the route of familiarity had cost him.

Left alone, you had researched an unreasonable amount of human-biased information available to you from over the internet. Almost every human forum you found told you of the sins it took to change a human into a werewolf.

How you'd die within hours. How if left ‘unmated’ you would be torn apart by feral beasts. Like the ones that had hunted you in the office.

There it was again. That overwhelming prickling heat that swept up the back of your neck and over your scalp and held your lungs until you couldn’t breathe. Hoshi couldn't see you, but he could tell something was off.

"Y/N, I'm not sure what's wrong, but I promise, we’ll get through this together. I won’t leave again without good reason. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t leave you like that again."

Silence. Hoshi gave you a second, before entering into your space.

At this point, you were shaking. Tears blotted your cheeks. God's you wanted him to run. But away from you or into your arms; you weren't entirely sure.

“I’m - I’m going to open the door now, Y/N. Please don’t push me out.”

In the slowest manner he had ever mustered in his life, Hoshi pulled down the cool metal handle. Pulling it downwards and pushing away from himself, before stepping in slowly. He closed the door behind his body and used the bolt lock for extra closure.

The first thing he checked was your condition. You were sitting with the covers pulled up to your shoulders, hands covering your body in a protective defence, knees tucked to your chest.

Then Hoshi took in your environment. Eyes sweeping over the room.

It had been rearranged in disarray. The clunky modern furniture was moved and shoved towards the farthest wall from the bed. The windows were cranked open despite the very present chill in the room and the floor-sweeping blinds were pulled haphazardly across the heavy railing.

Hoshi realised quickly that the lack of lights had probably been due to the sensitivity of your shifting eyes. The neon signs on the streets below and above the rooflines, paired with the waning full moon sat largely in the sky, provided plenty enough vision for the two of you now. It was odd, he noted, that his symptoms had been unnoticeable since Friday.

Your clothes were thrown onto a far chair, bra also, but no underwear indicated that they were still being worn - he thanked you mentally. The luxury bed sheets, pillows and velvet blankets had all been piled and layered into a cocoon big enough to fit one. Your phone was on the floor - a deep crack and lifting screen telling him why you hadn’t been receiving his texts.

Finally, he noted that the bathroom door was closed. Towels hung on the handle. Lock twisted in the old-style keyhole and kept in there for reassurance.

The whole room resulted in the blueprint of a makeshift den that your human mind was struggling to make. Hoshi's heart sobbed internally at the pain you must have gone through in here, all alone.

Your body was shaking. In absolute cold dread that the man would throw you back out onto the streets after causing such a mess. You couldn't help any of it, something like a new consciousness was slowly moving into your psyche and moving everything around. The intense need to burrow was taking root in your heart. But without the knowledge to put a label on the newly-instinctual behaviour, you were convinced you were going mad.

"Well, it looks like you've already had a party in here without me, huh Y/N?" The male whispered in a kind voice. His smile reached his eyes, and it made your belly flutter in an unspoken tone.

It was like you could feel his smile against your skin. So kind. So comforting. Without a response, Hoshi instead relied on your body language cues on when to move.

After a small while, the shaking rippling across your body slowed, then came to a stop. The small whines and huffs easing enough to gasp some breath. Eventually, your hands dropped from your shoulders, dropping to grip at the bare mattress.

Hoshi took this as his signal to start trying to calm you down.

"Y/N, can I move closer? Maybe come sit with you on the bed?" His voice was kind and soothing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I left you alone for so long, like this. It must have been pretty scary. Have you eaten at least? Did you take all your suppressors?"

Once, twice, three times you nodded.

Allowing him to take careful steps to approach the edge of the bed, towards you. Everything he did was methodical. Calm. Patient. In any usual scenario, this method of moving may not have been his strong suit. But right now, he was tempering himself for you.

This close, Hoshi's body reacted to your own. His pupils dilated and then settled into thin cuts on a maroon red canvas. You listened as his breathing cut short, then resumed through his mouth.

This close to you, even with the windows open, your scent went straight to his brain. (And his crotch). Shooting images across his brain that he fought with images of bubbles and rainbows. He intended to take things slowly and refused to move unless you gave him the metaphorical green light. Consent, trust and loyalty were key here.

"Y/N," He breathed, clearing his throat and tugging the hoodie around his neck loose, before continuing. "Can I move closer? I promise I won't bite." His cheeky smile threw you off for a second. Wiping tears away from your cheek.

The slight humour made you smile for a moment, lips twitching into an awkward smile. You nodded, thankful for Hoshi's kind nature and his watchful effort not to overwhelm you.

"Ok…" You whispered, eyes moving to avoid him. "Sure..."

"Ok." He repeated, keeping the smile on his face. “I'll move closer now Y/N.”

Despite the tenseness in approaching you, shuffling around the mattress on his ass to scoot closer to your body, he felt the need to comfort you. One being to the next. Respectfully, he left a small space free between the two of you.

Resting his elbows on his knees, Hoshi tilted his head in curiosity. You were attempting to hide your face from him. This was odd behaviour for an Omega. They were shy usually, sure, but to defy eye contact was a big thing. It was just yet another thing that sung to him.

While Hoshi moved closer at a calm pace, your head was rushing from adrenaline. Your thoughts flit from how you looked, to what he must have looked like at the door - an angel sent to save your hurting soul - until your mind ran a ring of anxiety surrounding the furniture.

If only you could keep your hands to yourself. If only you hadn't gone out of your apartment to get bitten in the first place. If only you had never gone to work two days ago -

Following your subconscious gaze and listening to the space, Hoshi caught onto your fears.

"I'm not angry - about the room and stuff. Just so you know."

Your body stilled, resisting the urge to look at his face, or even further than the bedsheets you had now buried yourself in, knowing you would crumble at one glance.

"It can all be moved back. Or not. The hotel won’t care either if nothing’s damaged. Whatever makes you comfortable. It's your space to use, from now until we decide what to do, or you find somewhere you want to go. You won’t be able to go home - not for a while at least. I’m sure the hotel won’t mind if we asked for a bigger room, maybe?."

You nodded solemnly, shuffling the sheets up against your neck. Back exposed to the cool air, you focused on the feeling of your hot skin cooling in waves. And surprisingly; fear of judgement from the male was not even thought of. You twisted under the sheets to face him more, surrounding his back in the beautifully long duvet.

Hoshi brought his thumb up against the point of his canine, a little unsure of how to handle this. He frowned, trying to reach a conclusion on why you were still uncomfortable despite the slow development of your relationship.

"Are you scared of me, Y/N?" Hoshi voiced out loud, looking down at his rough hands. It wouldn't be an unfamiliar feeling, for someone to push him away.

Head flying up on instinct to deny such a thought, you were finally met with his stunning frame.

Hoshi was becoming your only security. The solid, dependable unchanging figure. You weren’t sure what would happen if he accepted his fears, then left. So you fought to shut down the chance of that happening.

"No!" You managed to quip back immediately. Blinking at him with sore eyes. “No, I do not think that…”

The word was firm and close to yet another defiant bark. Hoshi couldn't resist the smile that tugged at his lips. Looking down, he laughed softly. Fiddling with the open zipper of his coat for a moment.

He looked smaller than in that building; that suit. So much more relatable. A boy. Not that cold man with sharp eyes. He wore a black hoodie with the Balenciaga logo printed across the front in a small font, mostly hidden by a black puffer coat with a high collar. His matching black joggers hugged at his thighs and dipped to trainers he had thrown on so fast he hadn’t even bothered to tie one completely.

"You sure?” He threw playfully through his teeth, still smiling. “I can be pretty scary, you know! A real meany!"

He beamed up at your face, but the joy of naive chivalry quickly flooded out at your features crumpling into a mosaic of grief. Any rebuttal was swallowed, stuck dead in his throat.

He was like a robin on a winter's day. His presence stilled you, and you were afraid to push and have him never return. His scent filled your spirit with a settlement you simply couldn't comprehend and you thanked the gods for the health flowing through his veins.

Both his human features and canine ones were impregnated in the space behind your eyes and you swore never to let them leave.

"Y/N?" He prompted tentatively. Unsure whether your face read as shock, awe or horror.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. Dishevelled entirely. Vulnerable. Granted, your relationship had been brief in the meeting and rapid in maturity, but it felt as if you had met in a previous life.

And it was the first time you had seen him like this; so rough and yet so fresh. He wore all black and yet he was impossible to miss - attractive, yes, but gentle looking. So violent, yet so smooth.

He knew you, could judge your reactions like a sense of Deja Vu. And you knew him too; a future memory you couldn’t yet grasp.

He watched your irises, enamoured by the golden honeycomb that seeped in, much deeper in colour than the day you had first met. He smiled, despite himself.

Cheeks swollen, you dipped your chin. You must have been crying not so long ago, he realised.

"If you can’t tell me what's wrong, I'm not going to know how to help you, flower." Hoshi whispered.

He closed his eyes for a mere moment to treasure that slight increase in pulse; the reaction slowly becoming clockwork to your interactions. Looking away, his eyes granted you space.

"Tell me what’s going on Y/N.” He whispered. “I’ll help if I can."

Choking, you struggled to form the right words. But when you did manage to speak, they all seemed to slot into place. Like a wave crashing into the patiently accepting sand.

"I-I'm so scared Hoshi. Of myself, of what’s happening. I don't know what I've become - even my body doesn't feel like my own anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't trust myself, I can’t even leave this room by myself without freaking out! Believe me, I’ve tried! I'm scared I'm becoming a… a monster, Hoshi."

Your confidence trailed. Voice dipping into a weak tone that made Hoshi’s heart ache.

“I don’t want to die like this, Soonyoung. Scared and in pain. I have no family out here and I’m so, so afraid of what’s happening...”

Sucking in a harsh breath you looked down at the pointed nails sitting snug in your nail bed. Hands trembling on top of the sheets. Your nails had become grotesque. Foreign. Your canines had begun aching in your gums, and the intensity of every movement sent signals into your brain so strong you had barely been able to sleep.

Hoshi opted to listen, quietly. He simply watched you from the corner of his eye, stray hairs falling against his forehead. Hoshi wasn’t very good at things like this; emotions.

His brothers blamed it on him being a middle-aged Gemini, but he didn’t necessarily have a reason for it. He had just never been good at talking about shit when it hurt. But he couldn't resist the sympathetic smile tugging at his cheeks, or his hands that sat in his lap so desperate to reach out and provide some comfort. Fuck, he was being pulled to you like a magnet.

"Like, my hands -" Hoshi couldn't help his immediate response, acting on impulse to protect you.

"Let me see." You blinked for a second. His palm had lifted, resting gently in the air.

When you had gotten over the shock of his offer you sucked in a steadying breath, reaching out your hand toward him. The back of your fingers hovered with a steady shake over his palm.

A crease appeared between Hoshi’s brow, as an indicator of deep consideration. He closed your hand in between both of his, gently turning your wrist so it lay on his other palm.

Hoshi hummed to himself in thought for a moment, before his face lit up - shuffling to shrug off his puffed coat behind his lap, and roll his baggy sleeves up to his elbow, all without letting your wrist drop - body shifting towards you until Hoshi’s attention was devoted solely onto you and solely you.

His attention was making your head spin.

Delicately taking your hand, Hoshi began to massage the cuticle around your thumb and thumbnail. Then he reached to smooth out the muscles of your palms. Then he glided to support and soothe the ache in your wrist. He reached for every finger, the steady and firm pressure greatly needed. His hands wandered after a while, supporting your wrist and smoothing firm strokes into your lower arm. By the end of it, you had relaxed; sharp nails back to normal and nerves lulled.

Placing your hand on the bed, the cool fabric awoke you a little. Retracting it to your body, Hoshi watched as you looked over it in awe. Your nails had returned to their natural human state, pink ovals looking back up at you. For once, they also looked healthy. A side effect of changing an entire biological class, you laughed mentally. At least your skin was gonna look great.

"You're a little tense. That's all." Hoshi whispered. Bringing you back to earth.

He gave you a moment, itching his neck shyly before offering a slender hand for your other wrist. "Next one." He spoke with a shy smile. A little lost, you let him guide you.

No resistance was made when he reached for your other arm, hands gliding to hold your wrist. It struck a shiver up your spine, and you stifled a yawn into the opposite shoulder. Once your palms lay together again, Hoshi began working from the cuticles to the thumb, down to the muscle, up to the wrist, then finally your forearm

Your hands were impossibly clammy, but he didn’t seem to mind. If it did bother him, he certainly wasn’t letting on to it. He looked to be chewing his gum, eyes trained solely on your muscles and the way they eased at his massaging touch.

He glanced up at your face as he made it to your arm, to check you were comfortable with what was happening. What he saw pleased him.

A silent yawn and trust replaced the sour look of fear. He had been there less than twenty minutes and already he had helped more than anything else you had tried.

His body reacted in kind; a familiar low rumble of a purring growl vibrated from his chest; a nonverbal sign of trust, that washed you with a shiver from head to toe. Your ears didn’t register the sound, but your body did. Immediately, you released another yawn and the tension between your shoulders released, letting you slump forward. Hoshi chuckled at your reaction, letting go of your hand after massaging each finger, palm and wrist. This time you were slower to bring it to your chest.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, watching as the boy’s eyes slipped into beautiful crescents, cheeks lifting into a toothy smile.

“No worries. Our bodies can act up and be a little weird sometimes. Just - let me know if you have any other issues. I’ll try and help, but I’m no doctor.”

Smiling coyly, you nodded. He seemed relaxed here, in comparison to every other scene you had interacted in. It showed in how he slouched; one thigh tucked up against your duvet-covered side. Unbothered by the hair that sat out of centre.

Still getting used to your body's own language you peered up at the male sitting beside you. Unable to speak without embarrassing yourself, your face read as an eager child waiting to ask a stall for some candy.

At your expression, Hoshi laughed softly. It was obvious that you wanted help with some other ailment, and he was happy to provide it, given you could tell him what it was.

"What is it? Something else?"

Hoshi's smile faltered at your lack of response, but the aura had suddenly changed.

He admired your eyes, curious to the world, peering from his lips to his face. He simply smiled, a shy laugh popping his shoulders. He knew what you wanted. To satiate that gnawing ache that your canines provided, drumming deep into the skull. And he let you come to him. Awaiting the crash of the steadily predictable wave. He was growing accustomed to the ebb and flow of your interactions.

Oh God, what were you thinking? You were going to get choked and stoned to death by a sudden mob of internet-forum humans as soon as you divulged such a sin.

Flicking your gaze from his eyes to his lips, his eyes to his lips, you inched forwards with the covers over your chest. Your brain hotwired slightly. The desperation to ease the pain in your body melded into the overwhelming want to feel his skin against your own.

In such a sudden change of mood, your head took too long to catch. You raised to your knees, duvet covering your chest but revealing your shoulders as you matched his height.

Hoshi anticipated your movements, supporting the hand that rested on his strong thigh, the muscle tensing as your head tipped forward.

Within a breath, he met you. Delicately supporting your jaw as you tipped forward to press your lips to his. Hoshi practically hummed, thumb grazing against your cheek and fingers light on your pulse. He opened his eyes to slits as you hesitated, pulling back as he predicted you would; only to crash back in.

Again, he let you follow the movement. Supporting your neck as he deepened the kiss, a heat rushing to his ears.

Your lips were soft and moldable as you got lost in his movements, body closer than you had originally positioned and the introduction of Hoshi's tongue against your gums; yours against his teeth - he ate up your small whines with an appreciative moan. You reached to hold the duvet to your chest, the other fingers curling into the nape of his neck.

If you hadn't known better, you could’ve sworn you had heard an appreciative grumble bubble up from deep within his chest.

Your lip caught between Hoshi's teeth when you pulled back to breathe, the hand sat firmly around your neck making your head spin.

God, he was addicting. You could kiss him for hours.

Much to your surprise, Hoshi had made no move to ravish you like the feral beasts the internet had warned you of.

If anything, your greed and hornness had gotten the better of you, not him

Once again, you had acted differently than he would have expected from an Omega. He never knew them to make a move first. But he was beginning to appreciate the way that your human-ness made you act as you pleased, not completely numbed to only instinct.

As you leaned back to sit on your heels, Hoshi cocked his head with a toothy grin. Laughing at you but in good sport. His shoulders shook as he smiled, shaking his head before looking back up at your confused expression. Your gums still ached, the same as before.

"Shit Y/N, you're cute. But I can't help with your teeth if that's what you're after."

Oh. You slumped a little in the bed. But he smiled still, shrugging.

Hoshi reached into his pockets to pull out his annoyingly solid wallet and keys, placing them on the bedside table past your body.

"Sorry, flower. Mine ache too." His nickname for you was starting to stick.

"They will hurt until you're either too exhausted to feel them or until you can find a partner that will claim you."

He sighed as he moved back, thumping his phone on a nearby pillow. He also made a mental note to buy you a new phone when you both got the chance.

Solemnly, you nodded.

For a moment there was silence. The two of you settled, finally having the time and trust to fully accept each other's presence. Hoshi looked like he was elsewhere, thinking about work, or life maybe.

"Soonyoung?" You whispered, stomach-lurching as you faced what you were about to do.

He blinked away his last thoughts, focusing back on you with a surprised face, like a little shocked animal.

“Y-yeah?” He responded, faltering with the look you were giving him.

He wet his mouth, ruffling his hair as you considered the heavy favour you were about to ask. He could still taste you. Your heartbeat now thumping heavily made his eyes dilate, before settling. Comforting white noise. He had calmed down too, since seeing you. Bad mood, finally gone.

Shit, he was such a nice guy. You only hoped this didn't get spat back into your face.

His head rose as your voice did; eyes unknowingly glued to your fatigued features. His hand strayed to your neck, moving some hair there before pushing hairs from your cheek. His fingertips splayed across your jaw.

You closed your eyes, reaching your hand to slip up his wrist, holding his hand to your skin.

On the next exhale, you breathed out your thoughts. Worries. Remaining tensions. A desperate grasp at whatever this was, blossoming between the two of you. Hoshi’s thumb circled the height of your cheek, delicate to your wants.

"Please, Soonyoung. Please make the pain stop. I know that you can, and I know that you know how. And I know, it's incredibly selfish to ask, and we’ve practically only just met, but -

"My whole body feels like it's so hot and I can't breathe when you’re not near. Every time you leave it feels like someone has put a spear through my lungs and I have no right to be this attached to you so quickly -- but, please, Soon’,”

His ears perked, eyes softened around the edges. Only his pack members called him by his real name, Soonyoung. The shortening of that familiar sound echoed around his brain like soft chimes. As if he could just reject you.

Hoshi shuffled closer so that his palm supported your cheek. He felt like he couldn’t blink like he needed to savour this exact moment forever - and you were grateful for the support, tipping your head down.

“I-I don't why, but I trust you to make the right decisions. On my behalf. Literally, since the moment, I met you. I’ve never let anyone control my life like you have the past few days Soonyoung, not even my parents."

"Whether it’s now, or never, I trust you like I know my bones ache when you aren’t near. I trust you as much as I know I reach a fever when you’re at your furthest and I feel the need to run, run straight in your direction.”

“I trust you as much as I can hear your heartbeat from across every room. I-I don’t believe in fate as I said before. O-or at least, I didn’t.”

You faltered, Hoshi’s lopsided smile supporting you as your voice ebbed and flowed, voice rushing back in to fill the space.

“To be honest - fate - she hasn’t been very kind to me. But Hoshi - "

Hoshi peered over your face, reading your trust.

“This feels like a new start. Like - like a trust I've never felt before. We have so much to learn about each other - but we instinctively know so much already. Please, please tell me if you don’t feel this way too. Please, don't lie. I-I can’t do this alone, please." Wavering at the end, you left yourself open.

"Shit… Come here, silly pup…" Hoshi mumbled.

Hoshi’s eyes never left your body as his other hand danced over your skin.

Bouncing up, inch by inch, until his hand reached your neck. He shuffled his body forward until your foreheads met; breath fanning over your cheek and heart pumping underneath his hoodie.

He didn’t want you to close away from the fear of rejection, but right now his head was spinning. Swallowing your words, his eyes closed and face pinched into deep consideration. Accepting whatever was about to come back your way, you closed your eyes.

Your lips brushed, but you were content with giving him a second to think, simply enjoying his presence. You knew what you were asking for was a lot. And you held onto his wrists as he struggled, humming quietly. A weight had been lifted from your shoulders. And you had the liberty of absorbing his presence closer than ever before. He - him, just him - he was beautiful.

It took a hot second, but finally, Hoshi pulled back.

His eyes met your own as he nodded. Beautiful red swimming in your vision as he pressed his lips delicately to your own, fingertips gentle on your pulse.

The kiss deepened once again, your hand curling into the neck of Hoshi’s hoodie and pulling him closer. He swallowed any words that threatened to spill out from either of you; a hand pressing the duvet safely up against your shoulder, just over your heart. The other safely cupping your jaw and cheek.

The kiss was a delicate dance of feelings, tempered by the anxiety of learning each other’s ways.

Finally, he pulled back for air. Answering your plea with an avoidant gaze. Not because he wasn’t speaking truthfully. But because he was too timid to look you in the eye. Your noses brushed into an Eskimo’s kiss. And you adored the uniqueness of his voice, thumb brushing over the bumps and veins on his hand for reassurance. He looked like he needed it.

“I hear you. And I feel the same way. Y/N, please don't think I ever want to just... leave you. To deal with this alone. It was brave of you to ask for help, so thank you. But...” His nasal exhale forced your ears to pique.

“It’s not a light decision to be made. In terms of - well, what you’re asking, it’s a lot. As much as I’d love -” Your soft reach for his skin broke his sentence, train of thought taking a second before it found its way back.

Hoshi grew distracted by the palm gliding up the exposed skin of his arm. Your touch made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. He released a low whine. Of want, of need and equality. Hoshi held your elbow as your fingertips splayed beneath his slipping hoodie sleeve.

He gulped with a dry throat, blinking away stars before breathing through his mouth.

“As much as I’d love to do that, to help you, settle this ache right here and now for you - I can’t make any major decisions before consulting my brothers first. The pack has to give their blessing before we go ahead - with anything.”

Hoshi looked desperate, brow creased in careful consideration of his words.

“This decision, it- it affects everyone, Y/N, like a domino effect. I’m willing and honoured - don’t get me wrong I feel this pull too - but I'm sorry, we'll have to wait. For our elders - or, or for when the time feels right... I don’t even really know how long it could take. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Hoshi dipped his head. Ready for you to voice your expectations and how badly you had been let down. Instead, he felt your weight slide then thump against his torso and shoulder. Body falling onto his.

You simply couldn't speak. So exhausted and not wanting to upset him with the wrongly chosen words, you chose to show your intentions instead. They always said actions speak louder than words.

He caught you in a gentle embrace, arms looping around your body as he twitched at the new feeling of his cheek being tickled by your hair and palms moving to hold the back of your rib cage. Your soft skin was the only thing in his mind and he felt… Fuzzy, on the inside.

For a while, Hoshi forgot how to breathe. It felt like you had accepted him at that moment. Like you had simply sighed, accepting his words and dropping any arguments. That was not something he had come across often. It was an early development of unconditional love he had only seen with his brothers.

Remembering how to breathe again, he huffed out a warm breath over your back. Hoshi’s hands linked loosely above your spine, thigh supporting your hip. And cheek resting on your head, he was finally able to sit with his thoughts.

You breathed him in. His scent and easing presence. Letting it surround you as you held onto each other. You may have cried if Hoshi got pulled away at that moment. The delicate hands against your skin told you who this werewolf truly was.

He wasn’t some beast who would eat you alive. But a kind soul. A little lost, like the rest of us, but hey. It was humbling.

Hoshi didn’t want to let you go, either. You smelt like home. Comfort. Despite your scent having a twang that let him in on the fact you were reacting to all this touching; Hoshi couldn't find the words to describe what was going through his head.

So he kissed your head instead of speaking, trailing thumb circles into your skin. Lips resting on your shoulder, nuzzling dangerously close to your scent. Planting kisses on your neck, up behind your ears.

He tried not to tease you, he did. And there was a fine line between being affectionate and scenting. But he was drawn to you like a bee to a flower. Fangs scraping against your bare neck, the sensation caused Hoshi to go dizzy from lust. You whined softly, gripping the hand that wandered down to squeeze your behind. He kept it there.

"Please don't leave." You whimpered into the space behind him.

Hoshi choked. Brought back into the room by your voice. The gentle rustle of curtains wooshed a breeze against your bodies.

"I don't think I can do this without you Soonyoung. I was so scared. Please, stay. Even if it’s just for the night..." Your plea was merciful. The roles had reversed; now you were asking him to accept you.

Though you had originally meant to ask for him to stay only for the night; you weren’t sure exactly for how long you were asking for. And Hoshi didn’t dare to clarify.

Shit - you were breaking him. His heart and soul was caving.

"I'm right here, Y/N." Hoshi swallowed, resting his cheek against your head. He held you tighter, puffs of breath over your shoulder and a caving chest told you how much he cared.

“I'm sorry. I'll try not to leave like that again. I’ll stay with you tonight. The next few days. Or, until it doesn’t hurt as much. I’ve got you. We’ll figure this out, together. Whatever this develops into, I'm only going to be happy if you are, Y/N.”

He was happy to hear that your heart was beating just as frantically as his own.

“And what if that takes weeks?” You questioned with a heaviness. Hoshi scoffed slightly, clearing his throat from emotions as he stared into space above your head.

“I’ll be near you, I can promise you that much. I can’t say we’ll always be together, that would be a little odd, but - I never break a promise when I decide on it. So like, yeah. I’ll be here. I promise. Double promise. Plus, I've got to make it up to you. Eating in here alone - that was mean!”

You smiled into his shoulder, nuzzling there with a small lilted laugh. Weak, but there. Hooking your pinky finger into his, you were comforted.

“Okay, I believe you.” You whispered, content with the silence that settled. His mouth and nose rested on your shoulder. And you sagged against his side. Duvet kept up between your bodies. He was so comfortable that you surprisingly didn’t care for your appearance at all.

Hoshi was too much in his head to communicate right now anyways. Thinking about your proposition. You swore sometimes you could hear his thoughts. You thought better than to question it, drifting into sleep. Finally, two days of fatigue had hit you like a freight train and you were grateful Hoshi didn’t acknowledge the large and final beast of a yawn that passed through you.

Hoshi thought of many things that looped into more questions and dug deeper into anxiety that he didn’t want to deal with right now. But - you gave him space to think, unlike the rest of the world. So he toyed with it.

For example, he thought about what it meant for him, his position.

To take away your fever and bond like his body so screamed at him to do. Where he could help you find a place to live - you would have to move into a werewolf District. District 29 came to mind.

Maybe a house between Hoshi’s men. Or, maybe closer to him? Who said you would even want that? He would arrange it with you, obviously, but that was a future concern.

Maybe you would end up hating each other?

Maybe you hadn’t realized the weight of what you had asked him? To link, for life. It had been three days.Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.

A small snore distracted him, eyes darting to the source of the noise. Your tired eyes, shut and resting against his shoulder. Nose pressed into the dip of his neck, hands loosely gripping to the fabric on Hoshi’s soldier.

Hoshi chose to stay with you. Willing to stay here with you for as long as you needed. His job schedule was free for the next week and he intended to make the most out of it.

He held you to his body as he dropped his expensive coat to the floor, tugging out of his hoodie with a little difficulty not jolting you around, before kicking off his shoes. He lifted you to his lap and tugged the covers over both of you - just one of the layers - appreciating the cool breeze of the open windows on the exposed skin you both had, mixed with your light breaths against his neck. It assured him of your status.

For now, you were in a healing deep sleep.

Laying you down on his chest, you managed to shuffle half-asleep into a comfortable position. Your face found the exposed skin of his neck to nuzzle into the crook of, cheek against the collar of Hoshi’s cotton shirt, the fabric cool against your skin.

While you lay dead to the world, Hoshi's mind wandered. Fingers draping across your skin. Shivers rippled over your muscles. He dared not to wander, resisting the want to kiss your pain away to stare straight up at the ceiling instead.

Ah, how fitting. A full-sized mirror in the shape of a star. A little dirty for such a famous hotel, enough to make Hoshi scoff. But he could see the appeal. Peeling his eyes away from your face and from beneath the sheets, Hoshi chose to watch the curtains dance against the breeze instead. Quickly, the thoughts returned. He reached somewhat of an objection-itinerary.

Omega's needed a space. A space to call their own. To nestle, burrow. Call home. Somewhere they can go to recoup energy or hide away.

Regardless of what you were to each other right now, he could still help in other ways.

Like bringing you into their very security-heavy apartment. Into his apartment, sacrificing his spare room for you. It was a big step. And he wasn't sure if you were ready. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he was ready.

But you couldn't burrow here, in a hotel.

Whether you knew it or not, it smelt of too many different smells, people. In about a day or two, you would be settled into your new body. Infections stew for around 6-7 months then as the first heat ends, the body settles. This time was crucial in setting up your evolving life and he intended to help.

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Suddenly, you startled. Thighs tensing against his leg, torso twitching as you grunted. You had been awoken from your dream by a nightmare. You shuffled up Hoshi’s chest, disoriented. Hoshi giggled.

"Hi, petal. You good?"

You groaned, blinking until your irises settled into almond shapes, vision bleary and a tension headache strapped over your head like a tight rubber band.

"Hosh?" You managed, tongue heavy in your mouth. He smiled. Your eyes were adjusting and your body was likely pushing you past the brink of exhaustion. “My eyes - ouch…”

"It's me, flower. You can go back to sleep, you're safe. Looks like your eyes are settling petal, your irises look a little painful though. You might get a headache from the pinch. Try and sleep it off." You moaned airily from pain, Hoshi humming in response. Finger pushing hairs away from your eyes, before placing his knuckles to your forehead. The heat was still clearly there.

Not even registering his touch, you fell into his chest. Groaning at the sensation of your body becoming so heavy.

"Owwwwww." You whined, whining even more at the laughing chest beneath you.

"You big baby." He whispered, gripping your thighs to scoop you up higher. "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere, all the time." You whined nasally. The position was so intimate that if you were sane, this naked, in this position, you would be freaking the fuck out.

But you weren't. So he babied you while he had the chance.

Cooing, Hoshi nudged your forehead onto his shoulder, arms wrapped over your torso. You felt encased and protected, whining intermittently at the pain. Weirdly, his patterned breathing was enough to anchor you after a while. His heartbeat pushed a percussion of deep breaths into your lungs. You were bonding.

"Y/N, I was thinking…" Hoshi started, trailing his fingertips up and down your spine. Unable to articulate without major effort, you groaned in response.

"If you came to my place, to the packs’ apartment, you could maybe stay with us. The pack." This was serious. Unable to respond with as much conviction, you moved to rest your cheek on his chest, groaning with a frown. It said enough.

At this angle, the boy looked cute as all hell. Smiling at your tired face. He chuckled, brushing hairs from your face.

"Sorry, I know it's unfair to talk right now. But I need to air my thoughts." Closing your eyes you thumped your forehead to his chest and groaned. Loudly.

He laughed, hiking one knee to stop you from sliding off the bed before intertwining his fingers into your hair. Instantly a moan slipped past your lips and he smiled. You were so captivating, he could toy with you for hours.

"It would be tricky, getting you in there like this. You smell so strong Y/N, my younger brothers might… Well, it’s dangerous. With respect, you’re anyone's game and I’m not sure I’d be able to choose between you or the pack if it came down to it.

“Jeonghan could either reject us entirely or be the most likely one to help."

He looked down at your yawns melting into wisps of breath. You were falling asleep again. Hands curled up against your chests, tucked underneath your chin. He smiled, smoothing the skin next to your eyes before continuing.

"Fuck it. If I don't get you out of here you'll have a stress-induced stroke or worse, female blue balls for literal months." With that in mind, Hoshi reached for his phone on the furthest pillow.

Dragging it towards him with some skill, he began texting Jeonghan.

Hosh 🐯 - Han, are you asleep? I could really use your help right now. I'm in deep shit.

Hannie 🦁 - Hey little bro, how do you mean? Something come up? Meeting's not till next Wednesday kiddo, don’t freak out on me yet

Hannie 🦁 - You could always ask Wonwoo to cover you, the bastard’s got a skill for last min microsoft powerpoints. You see those gifs scattered throughout last week's report? The only thing that kept me going tbh

Hosh 🐯 - This isn't about the meeting, Han

Hosh 🐯 - Something's come up

Hosh 🐯 - Something much bigger

Hannie 🦁 - oh

Hannie 🦁 - well, okay

Hannie 🦁 - what the hell have you done this time Soon-youngie

Hannie 🦁 - ???

Hannie 🦁 - I'm not getting a decorator for your lounge again istg you should learn not to drink soju on a weeknight. Your tolerance is embarrassing

Hoshi snorted, memories flashing back to him. In his laughter, he knocked you awake, apologising immediately as you huffed up at him with deeply blinking honey eyes.

"Hey, shhh, shh. I'm sorry, go back to sleep. Sorry flower." Huffing to yourself, you curled tighter into a ball on top of Hoshi, using him mostly as a very solid duvet at this point. He didn't mind.

Hannie 🦁 - Hosh ?????

Hannie 🦁 - God's what have you done

Hannie 🦁 - speak to me, child !!!

Hosh 🐯 - back, sorry. Got distracted

Hoshi peered down at you, sleeping a lot more comfortably than before, curled around his chest. What a distraction you were becoming.

Hannie 🦁 - np, what's up? Not like you to text out of the blue

Hosh 🐯 - yeah, sorry, but it's serious

Hannie 🦁 - I get that, what's up??

Hoshi took a deep breath before diving straight in. Biting the bullet, for your sake.

Hosh 🐯 - the other night after the D-53 meeting… I ran into a bitten female… in the office, confused and being hunted in broad daylight. Took her to a hotel, here with her now. I need to take her to my place, or I think she might get worse than she already is

Hosh 🐯 - I don't know what to do here, Han. I can't just leave

The dots next to Jeonghan's username dotted in and out for a second, Hoshi anxious for his reply. Sensing this in your sleep, you whined softly, a frown fluttering against your brow.

"Hoshi?" You mumbled, eyes firmly shut. He shushed you, taking a second to take some deep breaths. His heart was pounding. No wonder it woke you up. His hand smoothed up and down your exposed upper arm and shoulder, drifting to the nape of your neck.

"Sorry flower. I'm here. You're good, we're safe." Once again, your head spun. Heavy on his chest, before drifting into a light feverish dream. He sighed, head flopping back into the pillow. Fuck, he was losing control of himself. He looked back at his phone.

Hannie 🦁 - ….. shit, Hoshi

Hannie 🦁 - that meeting was like, three days ago?

Hannie 🦁 - don't tell me you've bonded already ???

Hoshi chewed the inside of his gums, typing then deleting, typing then deleting. His heart pattered, unsure whether to admit the truth. The two of you were getting attached. And yesterday, he almost couldn't stand not being able to feel you near him.

Hannie 🦁 - say the truth Soon, I won't be able to help you otherwise

Hosh 🐯 - yeah

Hosh 🐯 - I'm not sure how but, yeah, I would say we're bonding

Hosh 🐯 - we haven't like, done anything... I explained we have to wait

Hannie 🦁 - 👀I don’t think I needed to know that much, kwonyoungie

Hosh 🐯 - Hyung, seriously

Hosh 🐯 - I don't know what to do. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't shit scared out of my mind

Hannie 🦁 - …. Jesus

Hannie 🦁 - well, I guess we all knew this was coming. I expected something soon, but not this fast Soony, Christ

Hannie 🦁 - I guess patience really is a virtue nowadays. Ahh, you kids

Hoshi chuffed through his nose. Stressed but happy he hadn't outright rejected him at least.

Hannie 🦁 - I'll help. You know I met my mate the same way.

Hannie 🦁 - you owe me take out till we part ways soonyoungie. Seriously!

Hannie 🦁 - two seconds I'll call you

Before he knew it, his phone lit up like the night sky. Fumbling to not awaken you yet again, Hoshi pushed the answer button without truly thinking.

"Hello?" He whispered, trying to turn his head with you nuzzled under his chin.

"You're in so much shit when you get home Kwoon Soonyoungie." A voice, the voice of his older brother Jeonghan immediately scolded him. But it was light in tone. Thank the heavens, he was open to talk. Hoshi tapped the volume down a few pushes before responding in a hushed voice.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate, man." Jeonghan groaned at the other end, exasperated and surprisingly awake at this hour.

"Jesus Hosh, I can't believe you. What the fuck happened that got you involved so fast? Are you out of your mind?" Hoshi sighed softly, trying to stay quiet.

"Maybe, a little. I'm not sure what happened. We ran into each other after the meeting, as I said. I'll be able to speak more when I see you."

"Why?" Hoshi frowned.

"Why what?"

"Why can't you speak now?"

Hoshi groaned at his elder. Forever the vigilant one, spotting loopholes before they’re ever created.

"I can't talk properly right now because she's asleep. She's burning up a fever and I don't really want to go waking her up. I don't think you'd appreciate it either. Remember last summer?"

Jeonghan was quiet for a second before sighing.

"Right."

The line buzzed, Jeonghan shuffling out of what Hoshi presumed was his bed. It was 2 am after all.

"Only idiots are up at this hour." Hoshi giggled, looking down to find himself playing with your hair. Well, that was new.

Jeonghan groaned playfully from his end, fabric shuffling and a light switch being flicked on. "Hence why I'm talking to you."

"Yeah, well. No other being would be stupid enough to help."

Hoshi scoffed, brushing your head with his cheek. His heart was beating with adrenaline.

"Can you get her here within the hour?" Jeonghan sighed. Hoshi peered down at you. He took too long to answer, so his comrade carried on.

"Fine, whatever. I'll send a driver to the hotel you're at, just send me the address. I'll meet you both outside but you better be quick 'cause it's cold as hell out there and I won't hold the door open for long."

Hoshi couldn't help but smile.

"Hell's not cold, Hyung." Hoshi chuckled.

"Yeah, and you're not cute. Hurry up." Jeonghan spoke with a smile.

"Thanks, I love you man."

"No worries, you too."

"Hey Hosh, before you go -" Hoshi brought the phone back to his ear.

"What's her name?"

Hoshi choked, distracted for a second.

"Y-Y/N." He stated, softer than usual. It made Jeonghan smile.

"That's a pretty name."

"Yeah." Hoshi breathed in response, chest tight.

"How is she holding up?" He asked sensitively.

Hoshi brushed his knuckles over your forehead. The heat was still there, but not as bad. But regardless of fever, your body told him more than you probably ever verbally could. Such is being an Alpha, sometimes you just feel the truth before it’s known.

"Not good Han," Hoshi whined, readjusting the phone to his other cheek.

"It's like - she seems better since I got here. But she's burning up, Hyung. It only gets worse if I leave. I've tried everything I know. Suppressors don't seem to have helped at all and she seems… exhausted.

“The nurse said she’s having the worst symptoms she’s seen in a while, but not enough to be hospitalised. Her appetite is okay at least. But her eyes haven't settled yet…And Hyung, without being TMI, it smells like she’s in heat. Which, I guess she is, so it makes sense. But like, it’s more than I thought was normal?"

Jeonghan breathed the deepest sigh he had let out in a while. But it ended with a smile. Oh, younger brother, what have you gotten yourself into, Jeonghan thought humorously,

"I'll admit you're stupid, but not entirely."

Bit of an odd time for an insult. "What the hell man?" Hoshi frowned.

"No, shut up, listen. You're an idiot for getting attached so quickly - not that it's directly your fault -"

Hoshi scoffed, fingers tucking hair behind your ear. Your breath faltered as he brushed your neck, but continued as his hands drifted away.

"But you're right, for the most part. Bringing her home - to your apartment - will get her accustomed to a smaller space with new sharper senses. Your presence, your scent. It will give her a familiar wolf, Alpha, to grow comfortable with. Usually, it would be with the head of the pack regardless, so.”

Jeonghan sighed once more.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. If you lead her on and lie, you could kill her with heartbreak. I’ll help you bring her to safety. Whatever happens then between the two of you, happens. I don’t want to know unless it affects the pack. Also, don’t ask me for sex advice Soonyoung because it’s almost two am and I would honestly rather die."

Hoshi snorted but nodded to himself, fiddling with the bedsheets. Jeonghan’s experience was talking now.

“Sure thing, Hyung. Thank you, for everything. You’re the best.”

"Of course, Soonyoungie. Anything for you. On the other hand, there is something you need to seriously consider.” Jeonghan continued with a grunt, getting dressed on the other side of the line.

“With so many werewolves in one building, the majority being Alpha’s - due to their smell and being able to sense everybody’s presence from sixth sense, she’ll probably be able to tell the difference - the whole thing could seriously freak her out. Seriously freak her out, Soonyoung.

“Are you prepared to calm her down, if it comes to that? Resist your instincts and act with compassion; put her before your needs?" Jeonghan asked kindly.

He was assessing the connection. Figuring out if this was a weirdly developing friendship that could end up with you getting terribly hurt, or if it was a genuine connection in which his younger brother would lay his life on the line to protect both of you. If it came between you and his family; would he be able to strike in his best interest.

Hoshi paused.

"Yeah, I would. I would do all of that, Hyung." He breathed, a deep whine following.

Jeonghan was convinced. Even from here, he could hear the strain in his chest. He understood the pain in having to even consider making that choice. But he had to be sure.

"Alright little man, make her wear an item of clothing - preferably yours - that covers her scent as much as possible, and I'll meet you guys in the foyer, pronto. Good luck. Stay safe. Try to comfort her. She’s going through more than either of us could ever imagine, so she has a right to be anxious."

Hoshi smiled. "And you man. I will, of course. Thank you so, so much Han. I could kiss you right now."

Jeonghan sucked on his teeth. "Aww no need, you can kiss me when you see me. Now hurry up and send me the address. Okay, bye."

"Yeah, bye." Hoshi confirmed, quickly texting his brother the Hotel's address.

He chuffed one big intake of breath before kissing softly at your shoulder, squeezing the flesh of your thighs gently but intermittently.

"Y/N, flower, we need to move. Come on petal, I'm sorry, I know you're in pain." With a groan, you blinked up at his bright phone, then the bright lamp switched on to his side. You decided it would probably be better to keep them shut at this rate, it wasn’t like you could make much out anyways.

"I’m sorry to wake you up but we gotta go. Come on. I'm taking you home." Hoshi's heart throbbed at the word.

"Home?" You mumbled, sitting up with aid. He kissed your forehead before rising from the bed to grab his hoodie from the floor. "My home?" Your arms lifted to protect your modesty, but Hoshi paid no mind. You were both adults.

"No petal, mine." He whispered, shuffling the hoodie around until he found the bottom and rolled up to the tip of the sleeves.

"Jeonghan, my older brother and head of the group will be meeting us. Helping us to get in swiftly and easily. Arms up, Y/N." You let Hoshi hold your wrists, shuffling the roomy hoodie down your skin. It enveloped you in his scent and it gave you a small high as you groaned slightly. Unable to ignore the slickness starting to appear between your thighs.

"But-" You grunted, head swamped by material, tugging it back from your head. "This isn't exactly a great time for family introductions, Soonyoung." You whined, reaching for his touch. He scoffed, leaning to peck your lips in reassurance.

Only he caught himself lingering, sticking to you like velcro. Mouth memorising your lips until his tongue knew the exact way to rile you up.

He pulled away after placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, apologising for riling you up and reaching for your skirt. Returning with the item to wiggle the material up your knees and calves.

"I know." He assured, kissing the inside of your knee as he reached for your hips to help you stand. “But you’ll be fine. Hannie’s - well, he’s softer than he might seem at first. He really cares. You've just gotta trust me here, Y/N, to get us both out safely. Do you trust me?”

"Of course." You mumbled with a pout. As if at this point there was any other option.

Lifting your hips, Hoshi tugged the fabric up onto your hips before swatting away your hands to zip the fabric. Pulling the hoodie over the skirt, he placed a kiss on your lips. Smiling before moving to stand up and away from you, looking around your room for something.

"What if I throw up?" You sulked.

"Then I'll clean it up." He said walking around the bed.

"Yuck. That’s disgustingly nice of you."

"Yeah, well, try not to throw up, silly. Come on, where are your shoes?"

Rubbing at your eyes with the fabric sleeves you yawned loudly, stretching sore arms above your head. Settling, you shrugged with a slap of your lips.

"I don’t know, I didn't bring any. They took the heels I had been wearing. My best work shoes, in fact."

“They... What?” He laughed slightly in shock. “They took your heels away? What - who's they, Y/N?"

"The nurse. Apparently, they were classed as 'threatening items'. They took them when they came in to check I wasn’t going to end it all over my room service noodles. Must have cried too loud, oops.

“Those heels cost me a fortune as well! I gave them up in the end otherwise she wouldn’t have given me the suppressors. Or the noodles, mean lady."

Hoshi scoffed, coming back round to face you. He brushed hairs away from your sleepy forehead, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Those kisses were cute, and you wouldn’t mind a few more for the journey. He laughed in disbelief. You were becoming his little issue.

"The only threatening item I see in this room is that ass misses. Come on, I'll have to carry you." He whispered humorously, reaching for your hips.

“That was hot, but - I’m heavy, Soonyoung. Like, a full-grown woman's weight. I can walk. I’ll walk out there, it’ll be fine.”

Hoshi raised his eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

Biting your lip you swiped the air with a snort after a short standoff of raised eyebrows and looks that said ‘yeah, sure you can’.

“Yeah okay, never mind. Thanks, Soonie.” Hoshi smiled kindly, ruffling your hair before leaning down to help shuffle your body forward.

“My pleasure. Shuffle forward a bit for me? Thanks…”

Before you knew it, your legs rested around his hips and you clung to him like a drug addict's next fix. You yelped loudly on the lift and he laughed, your arms looping around his neck.

Oh god. He was fit. Like, physically strong and handsome. The God’s really do have favourites, huh?

"You good? Feeling any better?” Hoshi asked as he dipped to pick up his phone, wallet, and keys from the dresser. Voice a little pressed but still considerate to your adjusting ears.

Tired and being carried to safety by a handsome boy; you could die happy right now.

"Mmhmm, for the most part." You whispered, relaxing into his strong arms. Chin and neck flopping to rest against his strong shoulders.

You admired the strong curve of his back muscles, seeing his shoulders tense and roll over his back from this angle. Hoshi had to will every cell in his body not to think about your scent and how close you were right now. Standing up was starting to hit a little different.

“I don’t feel as sick. My eyes hurt though and my vision isn’t great. I could probably do with a feast tomorrow, also. To get some energy back...”

"Good.” He grunted, shuffling his grip to place the key card into your lap and hitch you deliberately not onto his screaming crotch, but instead firmly onto his hip.

“We can order food all day if you want. Can you hold the key card please, pup? We’ll give it to reception on the way down."

You curled a brow at the pet name but chose not to comment, holding it in your hands as you adjusted your grip on his shoulders.

“Your eyes will settle, in a few hours or so. I’m not one hundred percent sure but, it’s got something to do with the light sensitivity so - try not to do anything stupid like, stare into the sun tomorrow, please.” You snorted, shaking your head. Silly boy.

“You should be able to see better soon, though. The headache will go away too. Let me know if it gets any worse, I’ve got tons of suppressors at home.”

Hoshi walked over to the windows, shifting you so that he could pull the two windows firmly shut with one strong arm. Looking around, he shook his head.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You have permission to yell at me for my decisions next time.”

“Hosh, please. What’s done is done.” You yawned again, resting your eyes. You could care less about the room now that you were being held like a baby. A very big, cute baby, mind you.

“Do you want to bring your phone?” He asked gently.

You shook your head. “Not much point. That phone’s done. Finished. Finito.”

“Right.” Hoshi nodded to himself as he took you both out to the hallway, using a hand to lock the door shut.

It was very possible that you had begun to fall asleep, as he walked down the long corridor towards the lift. Your breath had begun evening out and your eyes remained firmly closed. Your body relaxed, so Hoshi adjusted his grip, rounding you both into the lift.

“You know,” He stated out loud, testing the waters. Ahh, you had fallen asleep. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so cute and ridiculous all at the same time, Y/N. You’re pretty special like that, I guess.”

Your peaceful snores answered him, a heavy feeling pressing against his chest. God, you made him feel so heavy and weightless, all at the same time.

You stirred only as Hoshi spoke to the amazingly helpful employees at reception.

At first, you thought you had gone blind, but after a second you understood what had happened. Hoshi’s unreasonably soft hoodie had been tugged over your head, giving you an extra layer of security. And protecting your eyes from the blinding hobby chandeliers.

At your body being tipped into the back of a cold white leather car, you stirred once more.

You guessed heaven could only last so long; releasing Hoshi’s neck so that he could close the door and come round the other side, removing the hood from your head as he slid in with an annoying ruffle of your hair, instructing the driver to move off.

The car didn’t come with seatbelts, otherwise, you would’ve put them on. Hoshi shuffled next to you, present in body, but his tired eyes were stuck to his phone screen. You puffed your cheeks, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He smiled to himself, reaching to fumble with a loose fray at the end of your skirt.

“That tickles.” You smiled, loving his small pause before continuing.

“What are you reading?” You asked faintly, aware that it could be private and confidential from the driver. Had your eyes not been getting used to better nocturnal vision; you would have been surprised at his ease, displaying his screen to you freely. Thankfully, he had the brightness down. He wasn’t a heathen, like some people you knew.

He looked down at you, then back to his phone as you caught eyes. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush sweeping across his face.

“Umm, nothing much pup. Texts. Jeonghan said he’s ready waiting and I asked if he could get you some slippers.” You smiled into his shoulder, squinting at the screen before giving up.

“Thank you, Soonie, that’s very kind.” Hoshi beamed at your compliment, eyes creasing.

“No worries.”

“So, to be clear; you asked him to get me shoes after he had gone all the way down to the lobby?” You yawned, looking up at his guilty smile.

“Ahh, well - yeah, I did. I wasn’t thinking.” You hummed in amusement at him. Better Jeonghan than you, truly.

“And did he?”

Hoshi bit his lip. Shit, Jeonghan had set him up. “Umm, yeah. He brought down a pair of my slippers. Umm - do you - do you like tigers, Y/N?”

Hoshi was definitely blushing. In fact, his ears were a burning red. You squealed up at him.

“Of course! Tigers are amazing, sexy and cute. I’m sure I’ll love them, chibi or otherwise.”

But you had embraced his weirdness completely.

“Err - cool.” He finished, unsure what to say, but buzzing with butterflies internally.

The rest of the drive was taken in comfortable silence. Hoshi texted back and forth with Jeonghan and was oddly comforted by your body pressed against his side. Oddly because Hoshi almost couldn’t believe how hard and fast he was starting to develop feelings for you.

He just prayed that this feeling would last.

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Freeze Frame (NCT Doyoung)

Kim Doyoung X Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, and Fluff

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: sex industry (cam boys), masturbation, drinking, suggestive dancing, oral, unprotected sex, and some swearing

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Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One (1/3)

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Author: spookyhyuck

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung, or Hoshi / Reader

Rating: 18 + (Part 3 includes NSFW smut, swearing throughout) Genre: Supernatural AU / Fluff / Angst / Smut / General A/B/O goodness heh

Warnings (Other): Swearing used throughout; smut mentioned only in part 3 but sexual/adult references throughout. Mentions of heat, A/B/O power play, etc. Mentions of being cornered by males in this first part. One night stands. Let me know if you want me to add anything else here!

Warnings (Part 3 Smut): A lot of power play, consensual throughout. Slight use of bad-mouthing and downgrading. Hand restriction, spanking. Fluff at the end. Mentions of the usual A/B/O filth!

Word Count: 13,166 (13k / Total Approx. 40k)

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PART ONE / THREE

Hoshi's evening started with a very long sigh.

He peered impatiently at his watch, flicking it from underneath his black blazer to note the time. Two solid silver hands pointed to dead-on 6 pm, Hoshi’s impeccable timekeeping matching up with even the second hand. He looked around before readjusting, to sink back lower into his chair.

His aura was menacing to those who did not know him; handsome elongated features on a wide-open face, complemented by a set jaw and eyes full of fire. Quite literally. His irises rose and fell between narrowed almonds and slithers of fury against a blood-red canvas.

Using his elbows, he rested his weight onto the low-armed fancy office chairs and kept his hands tucked into fists on his lap.

Hoshi’s sigh was nasally exhaled and pointed in departure. The sudden noise forced the male beside him to glance his way.

His vigilant friend held a head of dark brown hair, a sloped nose, a sharp jawline and a sleek figure. But donning their company's tailored black suits; his shoulders appeared broader than usual.

'Hang in there!' His companion blinked with a less than subtle double thumbs up.

Hoshi smiled back mockingly, not missing the bare flesh of his pinkie finger flashing past his face in the dim light.

His company ring was missing.

The pack identified each other by their matching solid silver rings. Mainly given to the males; with other more ambiguous items for their partners. The rings were mostly smooth, with a moonstone embedded into the centre of a star-shaped engraving that sat atop the single flat plinth.

The inscription on the inside was simple; home. It reminded them of how far they had come. And how one loose end could crash everything around them at a moment’s notice.

Hoshi nodded to his friend's bare hands with a shit-eating grin. 'Check yourself first, DK'.

The male jumped a little in his seat, rushing to find it immediately. A pink heat spread across his nose. He found it tucked into his blazer pocket, no doubt placed there by his sharply intelligent mate, and placed it onto his pinkie finger with a grin of joy.

The call-out was a little sour on Hoshi's part, but given his predicament and the three painful hours the group had spent in the room together, it was to be expected.

Hoshi shuffled in his seat. The warm air of the closed-off meeting room coupled with the fan off to his right meant the smells of mould and dust were being shared around from male to male, not to mention the constant almost silent hum of the lights above them irritating Hoshi’s brain to a new degree.

Before the interruption of thirteen men scuttering into the dim business room, the air in here had remained stagnant for many days. Hoshi could tell by the dust settled on the surfaces and floating specs in the air. He even caught sight and smell of someone's under-desk quickie lingering on one particular leather seat, scrunching his nose in immediate disgust.

The longer Hoshi stayed seated in any one position the worse his predicament was becoming.

Sat at the back of a long line of chairs, thirteen people total, he had the freedom at minimum to bring his thumb to his mouth; pressing the flat fleshy pad against the sharp canine that persisted past his lips without being watched by scrutinous eyes.

It was a habit of his. Gnawing his teeth on his thumb, pressing against the point to ease the pressure strung across his forehead. Maybe he was a sadist, but the tension of feeling the point against his skin while never piercing it helped his mental focus. Others saw it as mildly crude.

It did little to ease the heat washing over his body, however.

One of the younger members of the group, Seungkwan - Hoshi S close friend and partner in crime along with younger brother Dokyeom. Clicked the space bar of a laptop off to the right of the large flat-screen displaying intricate maps and data to the room.

Seungkwan was humorous, and at least sufficiently more engaging than some other members when it came to presenting data.

Average height, kind eyes and permanent bold expressions set him apart from the rest of the group.

All things considered, Seungkwan was doing a pretty great job at keeping the younger boys at the front entertained. Hoshi himself even scoffed at his friend's impression of the group's leader, Jeonghan, when discussing last month’s foreign relations trip.

Seungkwan reenacted a drunken night of idiocy in a matter of seconds with some witty anecdotes and well-placed stationery props.

The whole act was very cute but did nothing to ease the burning itch spreading like wildfire within Hoshi's veins.

He huffed through his nose, leaning forward to rest his face against clasped knuckles, elbows perched on the edge of the tall ebony table and slender fingers masking the majority of his face. The pressure on his gums caused him to emit a painful whine, his friend shuffling forward to obscure him further.

The noise of Dokyeom’s chair easing its wheels into motion disturbed one of the older members, Joshua.

His eyes darted towards Hoshi and Dokyeom, with offence written all over his features.

Usually a calm soul with the beauty and grace of a dove; Joshua remained one of the last members within the pack to maintain a cautious cold shoulder to his little brother’s condition.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love him (obviously he did, very much, but his run-ins with fevered wolves had usually been after vicious security breaches at hotels. He had seen the worst side effects of the disease first hand, and it frightened him. His interactions had left a sour taste on his palette for life.

Joshua looked over them both with a frown as he assessed the scene and very quickly realised what was happening.

'He shouldn't be here.' Was the immediate thought, shot straight at Hoshi’s companion, Dokyeom.

Dokyeom shrugged. 'A misjudgement of time.'

Joshua scoffed. ‘Yeah, right. What, the special ops guy just happened to misjudge the timing of something so important?’

Hoshi peeled his thumbs away from his cheeks, scowling at Joshua’s accusatory face.

'The weather has been overcast for the past week. You should know that, considering you’re the one arranging for private flights out of the city. No one could tell when Fever Hour was due to start. It’s happening now, so I’ll deal with it.’

Wary but content with the truth, Joshua turned his attention back to the flat-screen TV at the far end of the table. It was now illuminated with one large citywide map in a birds’ eye view, encasing the main area in which they dealt business.

Their kind dealt in what the Humans often avoided. Protection, money, assets and anything with profits in mind; one of the few successfully werewolf owned businesses' made by his pack investors after a mass unity, three generations back.

Old money, in a newly built city in which money flowed through their accounts like a beating heart.

The number 53 was in black bold writing across the top left of the map. Underneath were the dates of when data had been recorded. Then those responsible for relations in the area. Hoshi's was third after the gold highlighted titles of both Jeonghan and Seungcheol. His name read black, colour coded for arms & security.

"And so, if you see here, in the top-left edge of map 53, " Seungkwan pointed enthusiastically towards the screen, taking the liberty to pause and check eye count before continuing.

"We can see a total lack of data."

The members grumbled amongst themselves, Hoshi himself twitching his attention up to subconsciously fight the feeling of perspiration down the back of his neck.

"Meaning," Seungkwan continued in a low theatrical voice. His eyes darted around the room.

If he was in a better state of mind Hoshi may have even rolled his eyes at his friend.

"there have been absolutely no canine related incidents in the past 365 days!" He finished with a high pitch, chest puffed.

It was at exactly this point Hoshi checked out mentally, flopping back into his seat with a small whine and unfocused eyes, beads of sweat matting his fringe. Thankfully the noise of the other boys gave him a free pass to slump against the seat.

The head of this meeting and one of the smartest people he had ever met, a fellow named Jeonghan, laughed softly at the loud people around him throwing ideas around in shock and almost horror.

Dokyeom, the sharp-featured male beside Hoshi, watched him through his peripherals. His hands gripped at the chair if only to ground the haze that stuck over his head.

"That's bull Seungkwan and you know it!" One of the younger members - Mingyu, with pleasant features and a gently angry voice - called across the table, coming to stand. Well, Seungkwan yelled back twice as loud, but only half as passionately.

Jeonghan spoke up quickly from the centre of the opposing table edge, his calm and steady, almost sarcastic voice gilding the group to look in his direction immediately.

"Thank you for that, Boo." He started with a pinched smile, coming to stand from his chair.

The boys around him mimicked his actions, Dokyeom grabbing Hoshi by the back of the collar of his suit and giving a sharp tug upward. His collar acted like the scruff on a figurative canine's body.

Hoshi's body unfurled, head rising from his hands and ankles weak underneath the table. Hands shaking at his sides, he kept his head low and just prayed to whoever may be listening that he didn't break.

Dokyeom let go of his neck, masking his action by patting and then grasping onto his companion's shoulder. He was immediately worried by his friends' appearance growing more untamed by the second. Eyes deep red, pinched irises and heavy breath indicating that all but his willpower remained.

Hoshi was grateful that at least one person had his back. In the back of his mind, he made a note to treat Dokyeom to some drinks later.

This life had been rough. Not many werewolves experienced the true pull of the moon as Hoshi did. Around 10% of the population still suffered from some variant of the illness.

He suffered from a hereditary disease most commonly known as Moon Fever.

Discussing the illness remained somewhat taboo in the Werewolf community. As these individuals had, in the past, become immune to their pack's holistic medicine and exposed their species' violent capabilities onto nearby villages. They were the traditional bad guys in every fairy tale story.

As a strong young male, to have your body shoot from ground zero to the sky and upwards in terms of senses, emotions and feelings - well it was almost painful.

He could hear every small breath of his other members, every change in a heartbeat and tapping hands - an Alpha could hear this anyway. But in Hoshi's case, the dial got bumped up to the top.

If it were up to him he would have skipped this meeting entirely and stood under a cold shower inside his apartment for as long as ethically possible, knocked back some suppressors (a werewolf sedative much like a bulletproof version of human antihistamines), eaten half the cupboards and gotten rid of the almost painful hard-on tugged and tucked under the rim of his pants.

In Hoshi’s mind, there was no doubt that this whole incident would be reported back to his older brothers later after everyone had arrived home. Just another nag that he could truly do without.

Jeonghan and his older male companions had sat Hoshi down once, after a particularly badly timed string of celestial events, to try and persuade the young Alpha to seek relief.

His secret of ten years was kept only between certain members out of his fear of hurting the people he loved. But a problem shared is a problem divided, so word spread. Some were more active in support than others.

Little did he realise that the people around him would most likely die for him, scared or not.

"If you're practically normal around the group compared to your frenzy when left alone on fever day - imagine how much better you would feel with a partner - mate or otherwise - the next time fever day rolled around. Maybe you should go to a hotel?" Woozi had suggested.

Easier said than done. Hoshi's morals had never dipped enough to admit that it was becoming a problem. To hire someone to sleep with him. There was nothing wrong with that; he just didn’t see the point.

What didn't kill him made him stronger.

It was strange somehow; most wolves born of natural strength (both the parents having carried the blood of a wolf line) usually gained from the lineage. Hoshi just seemed to carry the ability to sense when the moon was close and the tide was high, lost to the world in the moments of full enlightenment. Such as what was happening now.

Everything about his nature piqued during the week up to the big moon's naked taunt across the sky.

In opposition to popular belief, werewolves aren't usually affected by the moon. They have hormonal changes, sure. But more specifically; their natures are largely unaffected by the movement of the floating rock and they have the ability to fully shift whenever pushed to do so.

In the modern age, shifting was almost unheard of.

Hoshi recalled seeing a full transformation of their youngest member, Dino, shift out of fear after an ambush about seven years ago. Hoshi himself hadn't felt the need to shift for over a decade.

Hoshi was brought back into the room by Jeonghan's voice. It had a certain kind of calming quality to it. Dokyeom held his friend steady by the arm, watching him in his peripherals to monitor his condition.

The moon only becomes fully enlightened for around a minute, but it sure felt in that moment like the blood in his veins pumped through liquid iron straight from hell.

"Please send us the slides and your references; me and Seungcheol will look over them shortly. We have a meeting scheduled with the 56 team in around two weeks. We will make a decision after that meeting has been finalised, and as a pack, we will decide on whether to resume hunts or not."

Jeonghan's mouth pursed, looking around the table. Thankfully, Hoshi was hidden from view, or he might have commented on his peers' transgression.

A pause. All members looked towards the two leaders before they nodded, allowing them all to leave.

"That'll be all. Thank you for attending." Seungcheol spoke clearly, his gummy grin appearing for the brief second that Hoshi regained his vision.

All men bowed to each other out of respect, lifting after the main two did.

Hoshi waited agonising seconds for those closest to the door to leave, before making his exit.

Without much thought for his friend, Hoshi lurched away from the table, pushing past the chair and leaving his pack a little alarmed from behind. Buckling out of the door rather erratically to stride semi-calmly towards the only exit of the building.

Three floors up and with the stairs being the only viable option of escape - his sense of smell overwhelmed his ability to taste, with the imprisonment of the cramped elevator simply not an option - he flung open the stairwell door and breathed short huffs of breath.

For a moment, he just breathed. Letting the haze over his brain and the ache deep in his gums subside.

The moon's highest point at 6:15 pm was over. As soon as his thoughts started flooding back in he dipped to skitter down the stairs in open desperation. He needed to get to their apartment building immediately.

He made it down in a matter of seconds. Fuck. Two flights of stairs barely scratched his adrenaline, the liquid courage pumping furiously past his eardrums. All that was left now was to fling open the stairwell door, take the marble steps down to the reception area and walk out the front door -

That was his plan.

Until Hoshi managed to smack directly into you.

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Your day had started, well, about the same as every other morning this week.

You awoke to the city sunrise glinting against your third-floor apartment. Having grasped a meagre four hours of sleep before waking to the growing feverish heat that was inside your body.

Your body had been waking you up like this for around the past week. Less violent symptoms had persisted for over a month. And to be honest, the whole cycle was throwing you for a loop.

At first, it had started as almost faux flu; until the sensitivity on your skin made you google-self diagnose yourself into chronic migraine.

You had grown up within the confines of human walls, in a quaint farming village. Down here in the back alleys of city streets, things ran a little different than the tame village centre.

People were usually running away from something, or someone, down here.

Moving out at the age of 21, your grapple in small department roles quickly snowballed into overwhelming Administrative positions in which you purely had to stay in the business to survive another rent date.

You did what you had to do to survive.

And that included kicking the boy out that had slept round last night.

You groaned, body heaving up from under the hot bed sheets. You had sweat through them again, for the fifth night in a row. God, you hoped the doctor was right. That you were in fact just experiencing the pains of being oddly human; and not about to die next to a stranger in your bed.

The boy - you hadn't grasped his name and frankly didn't care too - occupying the other side of the bed, hadn't seemed to notice the intense heat radiating from your skin, and in fact, appeared to be in a pretty deep sleep.

Such a shame.

With a firm thwack to the body, your weapon of choice being a satin puff pillow, the boy was up in a daze.

"What - what's happening?!" He garbled, blinking in your bright apartment with a groan before finding your figure.

Maybe it was harsh, but you just wanted this male out of your space, pronto. The bonus of your skin being literally on fire meant that similar to menstruation, your patience was running thin.

Your smile towards the male was… obviously strained. Lips pulled thin and eyes in a squint. Clearing your throat, but making no intent to move, you pointed towards the door.

"Good morning. We slept together last night. And right now, you're in my bed, inside of my apartment building.

“Floor three, district fifty-three to be exact. Building furthest to the South. I'd appreciate if you could, erm -"

Your confidence wavered. Maybe you were being a little harsh. You could make him breakfast?

The stranger's eyes reached from your shoulder to your fingertip, to the door, then back to yourself. He seemed troubled with the haze of a slight hangover. Normally you wouldn't be much better off, but your body was sweating out toxins like a scrub-mommy sponge at this rate.

"- get out." You barked eventually, at an oddly high pitch. It pushed your gums to begin their persisting throbbing again, as per the cycle of the last week, and this stranger being in your space was making you anxious.

After a moment, he nodded, shaking his head with a slight laugh.

"Err yeah, sure. Can't say I haven't kicked girls out after a one night stand but, I guess now I know what it feels like."

The stranger’s sarcastic comment was enough to force your body into motion, unbolting your four almost ancient bolts to tug the heavy door towards yourself in one big motion.

The male quirked an eyebrow at the whole manoeuvre. You were stark naked. But at that moment, frankly, you couldn’t give a fuck.

"Reckon this old place needs a makeover. You could call this company -" Upon the stranger outstaying his welcome by pulling out his very own business card, you pulled the fakest smile you maybe had in your life and practically used your entire body weight to start closing the door.

"The place is about as stable and depressing as me, what can I say!" You managed to quip before the door successfully thumped shut in the strangers face.

For a moment, you were sure you could hear his heartbeat. But his footsteps echoing down the hall made you shake your head with a scoff.

Maybe you were losing your marbles.

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Upon checking the clock, your phone and flicking on the TV to have the news on as filtered background noise, you concluded that if this wasn't your first week at this fancy new office you would have bunked the rest of the day off happily.

Unfortunately for you, it was your first week.

And being late in a company like this was almost sure to leave a check on your name. Or a cross. Or a flag. Whatever, point being it was in your best interest to get your tight little skirt and heels onto the third floor of District 1's biggest office building, pronto.

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The bus was late. As usual. And the amount of nausea you were feeling even after the nondescript prescribed medication, an usually large portion of food and an arctic cold shower, was alarming to you.

Your usual 12-8:30 shift was quickly turning into a 2 pm start. And during the frantic happenings of the previous evening, it turned out you had not only smashed your phone from one corner to the next across the screen but plugged in the charger without switching the plug socket on. Classic, Y/N.

Luckily once inside the office, scanning your card at the front desk, you brisked past your manager's office right as a meeting was wrapping up.

It was lucky you did decide to show up. Today was the day you had been warned about. The company stakeholders were upstairs in the sky-bar and sometimes wandered down to scrutinise workers. Fucking fantastic timing then.

"Funny seeing you here, Y/N." One male, James (a co-worker and one of the five guys you vehemently avoided in this grimy hunting ground of an Administrative Office), eyed you from head to toe.

"We thought you had called in sick. Looks like maybe you should have."

Lack of makeup aside, your hair was free against your shoulders and suit clothes un-creased. As it was, (despite feeling the impacts of rough sex and an illness on your brain), you looked pretty damn presentable. You looked clean, only with an illness settled behind the skin.

Ignoring the insistent urge to push your knuckles into the side of James’ skull, you began your usual routine. Checking your schedule, calendar, emails, tasks. Thankfully your position didn't involve phoning customers, but you nearly threw up at the thought.

Looking around, you realised something.

Something about the aura in this building was pulsing a steady heartbeat into your stomach, this floor particularly. You were disgustingly anxious, in a way you never had been in your life.

Things were beginning to smell different. But the rational part of your brain played it off as just another symptom.

The rational part of your brain hadn't helped when it felt like walking onto your floor; sets of eyes tracked you from door to desk. Not all, just certain males. Your mother had always said you were attractive, but for goodness sake, this was getting a little ridiculous.

"Hey Y/N, what time do you call this?" Oh, thank the heavens. A friendly voice.

In your state, you hadn't even registered the bickering laughter from males about your appearance or attendance. Your mind had gone into auto piloting. Staring at your double screen set-up in a daze, fingers trembling over the mouse.

"Y/N?" Finally, the voice registered. Closer than before and above your cell wall.

"Hi, Jen, yeah sorry I'm umm - miles away! Sorry yeah, we were meant to buddy up for the meeting tomorrow. I'm going to have to pull out."

Jennifer laughed softly, beautiful beaded hair flicked over her shoulder. You could listen to that sound all day, it was so soothing.

"Hey, no worries chica. I kinda had a feeling you would pull out - not feeling well and all - no hard feelings." The statement was permeated with a wink, your colleague leaning with her hip on the wall and elbows on the ledge.

Within an instant, she was overcome with a grin.

"So; how was last night?" She managed to say before the manager's door opened. Three assistants filed out into the corridor.

Jennifer pulled a mockingly shocked face, eyes widened and teeth grit together. She straightened her body theatrically before striding down casually two cells from your own.

"Bye Jen." You whispered, giggling like school girls at the wink and click sound coming from your comedic colleague. She was on the phone lines tonight, by the looks of things, so you probably couldn't see her again until Monday if you didn’t plan to go out again this weekend.

Truth be told, you intended to spend the rest of your Friday evening alone, and very much asleep.

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Your shift went relatively fast, but it was a quiet day.

You knew this office shit like clockwork by now though, hence the decision to go out on a Thursday night. Accidentally bringing a stranger home for a surprisingly good drunk-fuck was able to pass you into a deeper sleep than you had previously been having, but lord knows it wasn't nearly enough to satiate that new persistent hunger.

Staring at the computer monitor, you poked and pulled at your eye bags. They were darker than usual and puffy from lack of sleep. You could swear your eyes - uh-uh. The last thing you needed to think about was the possibility of having a liver infection. Yellow tinted irises blinked back at you from the screen, no matter how hard you tried to blink them away.

Fuck it! You’d check again tomorrow, after a decent night’s sleep. For now, though, you made a mental note to avoid reflective surfaces like the plague, at least until you got home.

You massaged your gums, allowing a yawn to be muffled by the sleeve of your blouse. Wanting nothing more than to rip these God awful tights off -

"Y/N." A gruff voice huffed, followed by a thud of documents landing square on your busy little desk and jamming your keyboard. It was just Jerry, being considerate as always.

"We need these scanned in. All of them. Sent to the Architectural branch by Sunday."

Immediately, your eyes bugged. The pile was like three dictionaries worth of A4 paper and A3 blueprints stacked directly on top of one another. No binders, no clips. You imagined you would have to create some kind of order to this mess.

"Fuck, Jerry! I thought the company was going paperless?!" The rather large, bearded and unfamiliar colleague grunted. Face stoic as always.

"Sorry, manager's orders. You know how he likes his notes. Handwritten." With that, Jerry turned and strode slowly and with minimal effort down into another cell. You didn't care to count which one. And flipped him off as soon as he sat down.

With a deep sigh, you slumped in your chair.

"Yeah, right." You scoffed at the task placed literally into your lap. Poking at the paper with the end of your pen. “I’ll have to work overtime for this shit.”

The last stack of notes had taken roughly, let's see, four hours to process. And that was on caffeine pumped Monday night. So honestly, you had lost hope of leaving early. Accepting your fate as soon as you scraped it all up into your arms and headed for the hall.

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Immediately upon standing, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. A sick, sixth sense inkling up your spine.

Panicked, but bearing a heavy load in heels, you walked swiftly out of your cell and down the side row with your head tucked, not standing tall as usual.

In the hallway, you stopped to breathe. Gulping a lump in your throat as you peered behind. Your instincts were right; you were being followed.

The accurate term may have been hunted. You walked quickly out of the office to go right towards the hallway, heels tapping quickly at white marble, to turn left into the photocopying room.

The comfort of security cameras in here was immediately squashed; an already awaiting male turning to you with a wicked grin. His canines stuck out from his lips as he did so. Eyes an alarming shade of orange.

Every step he took towards you, you took back. What the fuck was happening, today of all day's, for this to happen. Your mind was compromised with a fuzz of sickness and you clung the papers to your chest before fumbling for the doorknob behind.

"Well, well, well." The male started, loosening his tie before licking his gums, dragging his gaze over your every inch and undressing you from the ankles up.

"The office slut has wandered into a pack of animals. And just when we thought this building had run dry. Which one of us will get you first, bitch?" That statement filled you with dread, and you knew you had to leave immediately. You managed to tug, then push firmly at the door to open the dodgy lock.

Alas, another male was ready to catch you from behind, his clammy paws gripping your forearm at an awkward angle. It made you jolt in pain, a yelp emitting from your throat.

"You stink of heat, mutt." The second growled with a hot stinking breath into your cheek, licking up the length of your neck.

Despite yourself and in utter shock, you sobbed out, unable to do anything but stumble backwards. Spinning at the sound of the stairwell door opening, with two males about to grab you from behind, you prepared to run.

That is, until your body slammed into a black wall of flesh, bouncing off in a daze. This was it. The final hunter from their trio.

You were going to be eaten alive.

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Hoshi's solid chest created a firm impact on your face, knocking you back a step with even more of a daze.

Hoshi's hands flung out to hold your shoulders at arm's length. He caught you in time, processing the whine of pain and desperation that slipped up your nasal passage directly into his eardrums.

Something about him - his body, his aura - this stranger screamed safe place.

Stumbling immediately - a scramble to get out of the situation as soon as possible cluttered thoughts in his mind, hands gripping stiffly onto your shoulder to steady both yourself and him.

It took a second, but Hoshi bowed his head in apology.

But you couldn't move, couldn't react. You just stared at him with trembling wide eyes, unsure whether to dive into or away from him.

Was he part of their group, or an accidental hero?

Straightening his spine, Hoshi breathed deeply in an attempt to steady himself. Poor thing, it only ended up impaling him with the exact opposite of clarity.

Lust smacked his brain like a life-sized sledgehammer, the veins in his neck rose to the surface as his neck flushed pink. His eyes shot up as his face did, the shocked O expression of his mouth contrasting to the narrow lines of black irises against a red sky, seeping into the dark brown of his eyes.

The heat-thick air seeped into his lungs like a foreign chemical, blowing out his pupils and blood vessels enough to cause Hoshi to step backwards with a soft whine. He watched as your hands shook out of what he perceived to be fear, frozen in shock.

His mouth dried from the effort of mouth-breathing, body temperature making it hard to think.

Across the floor, around half a meter between the two of you; he grasped two things immediately.

Even in his cramped up state, you smelt like candy. A freshly unwrapped, life-sized, multi-coloured lollipop straight from a stand in a theme park.

And secondly, the two males behind you were about to pounce; immediately frozen with fear as soon as an Alpha had entered the space. Two Beta's, hunting in broad daylight? He needed to diffuse this situation and fast.

But beyond that your heartbeat had jumped upon impact; your panicked puffs of breath not falling deaf to his hearing, nor the way it fluctuated. He regained himself a little, only drawing in another long line of scent that hit a deep part of his psyche. He could feel your erratically paced blood from underneath his fingertips. Practically against his skin.

The only thoughts Hoshi could register fully were as follows.

What in the good hell was an Omega doing walking around like that, smelling like that, looking petrified from the hunting down of two males, presumably without consent?

Why was your neck laid bare to the world; stating a barren necessity of a mark that would prevent others from touching you.

These males were attempting to use your body as a bounty, but was it for their own sick benefit, or where you sold off as part of a hunt and this was the aftermath?

Immediately and without processing, his body barked out a demand. His Alpha mind was focused on isolating you from danger, stranger or otherwise, no matter the cost. Hoshi's octave was low and threatening and left no room to talk. You could've sworn you heard a snarl rip from behind his teeth, but you weren't sure. No… human could ever make a noise as powerful as that.

"Leave."

The two Beta's scrambled away, almost comically, down the marble hall. You squeezed your eyes shut and just prayed that the squeak of leather soles and fading breath was truly happening.

With the two males gone, Hoshi let go of your arms. Oddly enough, that only seemed to put you more on edge. Your eyes trembled as you peeled them open to look straight up at the stranger. The handsome, gentle-looking stranger.

Shit, if only he could think straight.

On a normal occasion, Hoshi would be laughing at his mistake. Flirting his way out of the awkward scenario in which you stood like you were now - lost and terrified of his stature - and continue on his way to his next meeting.

But just looking at you he could feel in his soul that that wasn’t right. You needed help, guidance from a wolf.

"What's your name?" He choked out, following that thought. Surprised by the sternness of his own voice.

Your pulse raised quicker yet again, blinking for a few moments before fumbling for an answer. Standing before you, was a hot-blooded male with pinched eyes asking a direct question.

After quickly recovering from almost being crushed by the nervously-energised taller gentleman, you had assessed his tailored suit, silver badge and white hair to match up to the description of a very important executive.

Pulling a blank on the spot you gaped your mouth like a fish, twitching from head to toe as he stepped forward.

Hoshi was fighting a delicate battle, averting his eyes from your neck to your face. The slope of it and the fact he could taste in the air you were seemingly unknowing open game to any of the lesser well-inclined pack members, made him dizzy with moral duty. His nose flared and he had to swallow every part of himself that screamed to eat you alive.

"Y/N!" You spoke up quickly, the proximity making you tremble

"Please stop, keep your distance." You pinched your eyes shut, expecting a form of push back from practically shouting your name at a superior; but he merely smiled. Re-opening them to the kind smile of a stranger.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Hoshi. Sorry for running into you, I was in a bit of a rush."

What the hell was going on? A man just spoke at you and you felt like you could faint. You pressed a hand against the wall next to you, your arms losing the strength to hold up the heavy folders laboured into your arms.

Hoshi watched with an odd sort of curiosity as your arm gave out; pages and loose pieces of documents splaying out across the marble white floor. If anybody caught you acting so clumsily in an office like this, you would lose your job immediately.

Given the fact you had just been hunted into a closed room; you were not to blame for acting on your senses. He debated moving closer, but remained still for a moment, allowing your body to acclimate to his presence.

An Alpha’s presence can often be overwhelming to those that grew up without much direct contact on guidance on how to act. They hold a lot of power over people and it can be tempting to use this in bad ways.

Hoshi hadn't realised it fully yet, but the heat in his neck had dissipated as soon as he saw the confusion and distress in your face. The way you stepped back from him and averted your gaze. It calmed him. Like concentrating on something outside of his own pain was easing him.

His eyes remained a fervent red, but that wasn't the first thing to hit you as your eyes followed his chest up to his face.

The first thing you noticed was the softness of his features. How dewy his skin looked. The smile and humour that bubbled up to the edge of his lips. His youth was stunning and well - he looked oddly like a tiger. The pages left in the air fluttered around in the breeze of the hallway and your pathway from your desk to the printer had been thoroughly abandoned.

"Y/N?" The male asked softly, clearing his throat as the taste in the air furled into his nostrils, the breeze floating directly past you towards the stairwell. "Are you alright?"

It was a simple question but still; you couldn't stop your hands from shaking. Feeling sick to the stomach at the swirl of emotions inside of you. The thrill of the chase versus the catch was so violently different and the aftermath lingered. You nodded, eventually.

"Did they hurt you?" He huffed, chest rumbling into a protective growl despite himself.

With maximum effort and chin dipped, you managed to shake your head. Lip wobbling at the prospect of what could have happened had this stranger not turned up.

He took your lack of verbal response as a cue; noting your clasped hands gripping to each elbow for comfort, knees shaking and unable to grasp anything to find comfort. You needed to move, but you physically couldn't.

Hoshi debated his options. Omegas in this life were sold, bought, traded, kept as treasuries by their families. A free Omega was a rare one. So for one to be so naively existing at this age; he was beginning to join the dots. Best to rip the band aid off quickly. At most, he risked offending your ego.

"Y/N, sorry to be so blunt but - do you know that you're coming up to your heat? Or that you're at least very close to it?" Hoshi asked in a hushed but gentle voice.

His question was pressed as he knew people on the upper levels were coming closer and if the wrong person caught you, it could be miserable for a multitude of different reasons. A tradition called a 'Feast Party' came to mind.

"With all due respect; you should be at home, or at the very least accompanied by someone from your pack."

Your lack of response made him frown.

"I asked you a question." Hoshi bit. His eyes pooling into a deeper-set red before he gasped a breath, apologising instantaneously for instructing you to answer. It wasn't right, using his power on you in this state.

You blanched mentally, taking your turn to pull an O face, emotions bubbling up until they split right over your muscles and twisted your expression into a deep-set face one only gets when they're about to cry. You looked up at him desperately.

"Sorry, I'm on edge. I didn’t mean to push. You don’t have to answer that." Hoshi swallowed thickly, gulping down a guttural sound close to a growl as you released a desperate whine.

"Y/N, do you -" The primal part of him that screamed deep down that you were open to transgressors was merely a backseat player and he refused to let his body say otherwise.

"Do you not belong to a pack?"

The question was simple, and with the way he paused to let you think (for a lot longer than a usual person would between speech), the man's aura told you he was of no harm. However, you still felt the immediate need to defend yourself.

This whole situation was so frustrating! You could shoulder him off and continue to try and survive, but you had no idea where to go or what to look out for. What had started as a cold was boiling up your insides.

"I-I-No! I didn't - I don't - I don't know! I don't know!" You yelped out, arms shaking as tears threatened to spill from your sore eyes.

"I don't know what the fuck that means and I don't know what you're talking about! I'm a human, not a wolf and I intend to stay that way!"

Seeing that you were unable to string together a solid sentence, Hoshi's heart lay heavy in his chest.

You were scared. So, so scared.

Little Omega, his wolf mind purred inwardly, so lost and alone in this big city. It's a miracle she's still in one piece. Lucky we've found her.

As much as his human side wished to comfort you right now, he was afraid he would snap.

For the moment, he could deal with being disgustingly distracted by sinful thoughts to concentrate on the bigger issue at hand.

As a senior of the company but also one of the older pack leaders here; he had a duty to protect as much as he did mind his own business.

Beyond that, with six prime males scowling the building it was only a matter of time before they made their descent to the front exit and well; Hoshi wouldn't be surprised if a younger member would follow the same route as those two male Beta’s, doing something so sinful and lost to greed they would be pushed out from the pack.

In today's day and age; overpowering a Beta or Omega, female or otherwise, could put you in confinement for life. Their society held the same idea as humanity in that consent is the only clear answer, but as Hoshi had seen a mere few moments ago, there were still leeches crawling around right under their noses.

You dipped your chin with a dizzy head and scrunched your palms in and out, to ease the trembling in your body. It helped, a little. But really you were just battling Hoshi's presence.

He gave you an odd sense of safety; allowing you to watch him, see him, take him in. You analysed every part of him. From his shoes to his slacks, to his blazer. From his flashing ring on his pinkie finger up to his long neck, his mouth - until you became distracted by the tip of a canine sitting snug in the corner of his mouth.

No matter how many times you opened your mouth to speak, to just push some noise out, it wouldn't budge. Instead, you relied on eye contact and a look of desperation to display your emotions.

Hoshi decided with a sigh that to help you get to safety was his newest prerogative.

"Y/N," He said sternly but gently, holding out his arms into the space between you to ease you. Palms up, to display vulnerability. Your brain may not have registered it in the same way as a wolf would, but it helped you accept his presence.

Looking down at your badge that read 'ADMINISTRATOR', he was able to make an executive decision on your behalf. Quickly too, as he was afraid you might combust.

"I'll inform your manager that you'll be taking the next two weeks off as paid mandatory leave." He swallowed the lump in his throat, wheezing through effort not to react to your increasing pulse. "If you need more, that can be arranged."

"You're going through the equivalent of a human menstrual cycle, only it works much like a beacon to any males in the area who haven't already found a partner and -" Hoshi swallowed thickly.

Fuck this. He couldn't believe he was giving someone his age a sexual health lesson in the middle of an office building.

"- that's how those males found you. I presume you were being hunted by those Beta's for sport. Only an Alpha can mark you as his own. Only an Alpha can invite you explicitly into a pack, but they weren’t accompanied by one, which is lucky. I have no doubt they would have tried to take you back to their den had we not bumped into each other."

He continued under his breath and very much in a rushed manner.

"Werewolves use their heat a little differently than humans. To attract a partner and have children, or otherwise find a sexual partner. That's about the gist of it. I don't have time to fully explain without taking you outside of the building, I'm sorry. It's a lot to take in right now I know, but we do need to get going."

You took a few long seconds to absorb your thoughts, before exploding into a response.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You half-shouted in defence. Surprising both yourself and Hoshi. You slapped a hand over your mouth in a panic.

A simple statement had ended up sounding much like a bark erupting from your throat as the backlog of effort from speaking was released in one strong spurt.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened, I didn't mean to shout -"

Hoshi couldn't help but blink in shock, his surprise melting into a quiet giggle.

He had never been directly barked at. Even if it was your untamed emotions spilling out, he had certainly never been directly defied by an Omega. It wasn't in their nature. But he reasoned with himself that you weren’t exactly like the pure-bred Omega’s he had been forced to interact with over the years. You had a fight within you, a spark in your soul that attracted him to you tonight.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." It was hard to believe that that gentle voice came from the same man that had scared two adult males half to death a few moments ago.

The tension broke a little between the two of you, and Hoshi almost moaned aloud at the sound of your heartbeat finally settling to an almost normal pace. It no longer ran in the forefront of his thoughts and he was able to finally wet his lips, gums and mouth.

"You're in shock." He assured in a steady, monotone voice.

Flicking out his watch in slow motion so as not to spook you, he released a soft sigh. The clock read 6:45 pm. Hoshi had the night off, so really nothing was keeping him from helping you, other than the fear of getting attached to a peaking Omega female in his own office building. There had been more shocking things.

He had been alone for so long, that the isolation was almost addicting. Loneliness was what kept him ice-cold in his job, able to make quick and fast decisions without empathy blocking his path. He faced his fears alone, enjoyed life alone, and found his pack when he needed companionship.

Finding a mate could put an end to that.

Still, you were just two strangers bumping into one another in the corridor of a large office building. Hoshi didn't believe in love at first sight, at least not one caught so easily.

Despite the obvious ease in hostility, the white-haired male remained an enigma to you. The deep crease forming in-between his brows indicated that he was somehow agitated, but in reality, he was deep in thought.

You watched as he crossed his arm over his thin torso, pulling a thumb up to push at the edge of his mouth. As if mimicking his body; an unfamiliar ache in your gums made your mouth feel like it was full of cotton buds.

As Hoshi swam in his thoughts, you tapped gently at an aching tooth. Only to your slight shock and horror, it was curved into a point. Pin that up with the eye concerns, that one. A tomorrow issue.

"I'm not sure how to say this without sounding crazy or rude, but," Hoshi's eyes flew up at your voice. Whatever confidence you had gathered dwindled at the pressure of such piercing devilish eyes staring straight through you.

As if hearing your exact thoughts, he averted his gaze. Instead, focusing on the marble patterns on the floor.

"you're making me feel sick. Like I've got some kind of fever. Not just you, but like other people in this office too. On the street." You practically whimpered the admission, an uncharacteristic nasal sound joining the unease in your stature.

Hoshi nearly popped a vessel in the effort not to physically comfort such a distressing sound, his body going stiff.

He moved forward to close the gap and hold your arm without properly thinking.

That small, minute movement toppled your body into another round of intense dizzying heat. In the blink of an eye, you had staggered back a step, crumbling against the heavenly cold marble wall.

"Stop! Stop, please stay away from me! You're making me sick." You gasped, looking around the hall quickly to check you hadn’t drawn attention, before stepping backwards to press your side further against the wall.

The cool of the marble pressing against the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck helped, but to a point. Your canines also throbbed, a hand reaching up to knead at your cheeks and press against your hot skin. Eyes covered in speckling lights.

What the hell was happening to your body? Were you having a stroke? The most intense liver infection known to man?!

Hoshi assessed the situation before nodding, calmly stepping back half a step.

"Alright, easy Y/N." He spoke with steadiness in his tone. "I'll back off."

You gulped some air, finally able to breathe as he stepped back. Hoshi's body was focused on attempting to ease into your space without scaring you; but he had missed the way your irises had begun contracting, pulse speeding and whooshing straight into your brain; your body had begun reacting once more to his proximity.

"Breathe through your mouth. It should be less offensive." Hoshi offered patiently, watching you blink the foreign feeling out of your system, pressed fully against the wall and processing the many emotions of vulnerability in this state.

"It's alright, it just takes a second. Don't fight it. Breathe, Y/N."

He had never been exposed to a female in heat before; having no female siblings or any in his pack, moving from his home to the city at a relatively young age. He was beginning to think it acted much like his fever. Of which, he had managed to ignore for a solid half an hour. A new record maybe.

You blinked away the sudden fog, a little dazed. Cautiously, following Hoshi's advice.

He was right. Whatever it was you had been reacting to (his scent), was replaced with your less sensitive sense of taste. It was still there, but not nearly as overwhelming. The air around you finally didn't seem so suffocating. The offensive intrusion of smells in your brain was now replaced with cotton mouth; the hint of mint in his cologne mixing with his body odour.

"It's - it's better. Easier. Thank you." Hoshi nodded, face back to being slightly withdrawn. His defences had softened to you, but they were still somewhat prominent.

"No problem." He affirmed. "What were you saying before? About your symptoms." Hoshi's tone had gone flat, the grinding of his teeth and breath fanning out of his mouth becoming increasingly painful.

"I might be able to help until we get you to a doctor."

But he would endure it as long as possible if it meant you would come with him to a hotel. He couldn’t pull a blind eye to innocent blood being spilt, not so close to home.

You nodded, opening your jaw to prod your tongue at the foreign obtrusion of canines that hurt much worse than days before.

"I thought it was just a really bad bug I had caught from work but now I'm not so sure… The doctor said I was fine and you're meant to believe them, right? I mean they're trained to do their job for years, you trust they should know what they're doing?"

Hoshi nodded quickly as your eyes fled up to him for reassurance.

"But, I-I keep getting these waves of what I thought were hormones, such strong emotions from out of literally nowhere." Hoshi nodded, taking a step back into your zone on an exhale, carefully watching your body for any reaction. You continued, unbothered.

"A-and my skin, the fever - it feels like it's on fire and I can't think straight, all of a sudden my head will just start throbbing… and my gums… all from about 5 pm, Sir, I'm-"

"Please, just call me Hoshi." He politely interjected with a rather pressed smile. You let out a short nasal exhale before continuing. It was curious, though, Hoshi thought. That was the time the males had entered the building.

You nodded before continuing.

"Sorry, Hoshi. I just, I don't - do you think I'm dying maybe? Is it an allergic reaction to something? You seem to know… more about this than I do. The doctors even." You rambled, totally embarrassed to be pouring your heart out to a stranger but finding relief in letting your mouth run all your worries into one string sentence.

Hoshi let you finish, content with the distance between the two of you. If he got any closer he was afraid he would pick you up by the neck and slaughter you. Respectfully.

"I mean, I was bitten by a dog not so long ago, so… Well I say not that long ago, it was like around six months ago, maybe -" Hoshi's face reacted immediately before he could stop himself, repeating your words in shock.

"Bitten? By a dog?" You stalled for thought, blinking up at him. You hadn't realised he had got so close, but you oddly didn't mind.

"Err, yeah. I mean it looked like a dog -" Hoshi choked at your innocence, a low grumble rippling through his chest. You blinked up at him. Oddly, your brain told you you should've been scared, and reacted to him in some way. But if anything the sound made your pulse pick up in the most peculiar of ways.

"What kind of dog?" Hoshi bit, bringing a hand to massage his temple. The rumble behind his voice posed the question much more like an order to answer than a suggestion to answer. Your mouth moved before your mind did and the result left you shocked.

"It attacked me in a back alley - downtown behind my apartment block. It was huge, like a malamute, but brown like a coyote. Or at least that's what I thought it was. The scar is basically non-existent, which is odd for humans." Your voice started strong and registered as a strong answer, before dwindling into a mumble as you regained control of your speech.

"How did you -?" You questioned in awe as Hoshi sighed, dropping his hand from his temple back down to check his watch. The time read 7 pm sharp. But truth be told, he didn't need to look at his watch to tell him he was running out of time.

Fuck this. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A rogue, in Area 53. Potentially another pack right under their feet. No wonder there was no data for crime on their map - nothing was being reported.

You couldn't help but look straight into his maroon eyes as they looked down, into your own. They were beautiful. Hoshi breathed patiently through his mouth until you spoke. The response time was getting quicker. And finally, something in your brain had clicked.

"Hoshi... that wasn't a dog, was it?" Surprised by your ease in finding out the answer, you watched his face. Maybe this was all a massive hoax. A great big hoo-ha arranged by that dickhead Jerry, or James.

The ease of Hoshi's expression, the gentle laugh that escaped him and the gentle shake of his head told you that "No, it definitely was not a dog." that had bitten you as you rationalised on the night. Nor a coyote stray in the city. Nor a prank played on you by the resident ass-hats.

It was in fact, the big muscular brown - though emaciated - canine that you had originally reasoned to have seen. A wolf. A werewolf.

What the fuck.

You yelped. "Holy shit." Overwhelmed, your mind pulled a blank, dissociating for a few seconds. "You're a werewolf. I'm a werewolf. I've been bitten. I thought that was a myth. What the fuck."

Hoshi was silent for a moment.

He chose not to react; having dealt with the bitten before. Many times if a pack wanted to fodder out their ranks, they converted people by bite (infecting the host with their saliva), leaving them to survive before luring you in with a false sense of security. The whole system was like a cult and the thought of you becoming a victim washed over his consciousness like cold dread.

Humans knew of wolves and vice versa. Societally, they ran alongside each other. They were aware of each other's movements to some degree, with of course general segregation keeping the species apart.

It wasn't a rare occurrence that a human was converted in the city, but it wasn’t exactly a regular event. Somewhat like a kidnapping; with the added crime of changing someone's entire biological path. Werewolves lived very long lives, with an average lifespan of anywhere up from two hundred years.

Vampires had also existed in some form many thousands of millennia ago, but if there were any left today they didn't integrate with humans and neither had reported any to the other side, so they remained in history books as common knowledge.

Bringing his thumb to his mouth and centring his mind, Hoshi closed his eyes.

With his eyes closed, he could hear the people on this floor moving around and your pattering heartbeat that almost matched his. The thick floor levels above the fourth floor (two floors up) blocked any other potential threats from being identified. His boys weren't too close, but the two of you were running out of time to leave without being intercepted and questioned.

Breathing through gritted teeth he re-opened his eyes.

What he didn't expect to see were the hot tears, three long strips, streaming down your cheeks.

His heart ached for a moment, piecing together your story with a clear head.

Confused, disoriented and suffering from a mildly heightened sense of smell, taste and body temperature; you must have gone to the human Hospital to report your ailments, only to find no aid there.

It was the city, it was packed, people had much more severe trauma than a young female with a high running fever, and with the rarity of a bite occurring; why would anybody think to ask?

Returning to your work you must have had no idea of the way your natural pheromones permeated the air.

You didn't have the knowledge to answer why seemingly random males in your perimeter were watching you like hawks.

Or why this stranger's aura was affecting you so much; the smell of warm mint seeping into your brain like a Deja Vu of familiarity that made you want to reach out to an absolute stranger for comfort.

Your sense of identity eventually dwindled until you were left with nerves and anxiety, much like when a fever fills you so full of ache you can't think; left to wander through your life numb to danger, open to attack.

Hoshi couldn't resist the low, deep grumble that tore through his gut. What disgusting, vile, unworthy beings to have ripped you of your given life.

Deep in thought, you didn't even flinch.

Hoshi very quickly realised that from making it this far through your day without knowing your predicament, meant you had no pack or anyone to teach you otherwise. Given the way you carried yourself, his only option was to presume that you were totally and fully alone.

God’s above, what was he getting himself into?

The pack better not kill me for this, he thought.

"I could help get you out of the building if you'd like?" Hoshi offered before he could think twice. Deliberately missing out on the option of leaving you here and living with the knowledge that his brethren may or may not eat you up alive.

Your eyes darted up to him then straight down to the papers. Still wildly in shock.

"Get you somewhere where they can shelter you, explain what's happening. Maybe give you some pills to help the fever. I really would need to go after that. Would you want that, Y/N?"

You considered his offer. It almost seemed like the universe was reaching out a hand and to deny such an offer would cause much pain in the future. Fuck it, you thought. The only thing keeping you here was the long term prospect of losing your job, money, then apartment.

"S-sure that's very kind.” You started warily.

“But I'm - I'm not done here - I mean Hoshi, look at all these papers. To be honest, I only started this job on Monday and I don't want to disappoint the business in any way shape or form-"

Hoshi watched your trembling hand point to the papers on the floors and he smiled softly. He was touched.

"Y/N."

There was that voice again. It rang in your head like a singing bowl. It washed out your thoughts with a fresh sense of clarity. He waited until you blinked up at him, a little dazed.

He hated to force his voice on you to listen, but he couldn't risk you panicking and making a run for it. In court heels, approaching deep heat, and radiating a sense of desperation only an Alpha could comfort. You weren't to blame for literally any of this, but there were too many variations at play.

Hoshi was doing what he naturally did best, as a leader. The values in which Seungcheol saw in him were slowly coming into play.

Their group was unusual, but modern. Word has it that a few cities over, a similar group of high ranking males co-existed. The adopted family that was Seventeen, worked a little differently, but

And whether he realised it or not, Hoshi was actively manipulating the situation. Warping the environment, controlling those around or near him to better suit his ideals. With the wrong intent of course that could become volatile, but with only compassion on his mind, his mere presence soothed your aching brain.

He breathed through his mouth, pacing himself.

"They're not precious goods, you are, Y/N. They will be fine here, you will not be."

Upon controlling your emotions down to a steady thrum of panic, the intensity wore him down relatively fast. His irises stopped their incessant pinching and a rim of chocolate brown could be seen in his eyes.

Thankfully, you weren't challenging him anymore. Otherwise this scenario may have ended up a little differently.

He considered your silence, watching as you tried to comprehend the situation evolving in front of you. Your crisis management training had never included this one in the handbook.

Realising you were frightening yourself further with inner turmoil, his demeanour immediately folded, becoming tender in approach.

"Hey, look at me." Hoshi swallowed his pride for a moment, relating to you not as an employee or newly bitten, but as a new companion.

The eyes that stared back up at him told him all he needed to know for now. It was the two of you dealing with this, together, from this point onwards.

"It's not so bad. You'll be alright. I promise. They have trauma centres for survivors, like yourself. They'll be able to help you set up a new life.

"I know it's a lot to take in and we've only just met, but I'm gonna need you to trust me here…" His usual playful smile made its first appearance and your face immediately pulled into its own little lilt, eyes searching for malicious intent. Your gut could tell; he simply didn't have any.

"I do trust you." You breathed, once again your body reacting before your mind could. "I'm not sure why, but - but I do."

A single slipping tear was swiped away by your trembling hand, only to rest back at your side a little easier than before. No doubt that Hoshi’s tempered approach had eased you.

He paused, allowing you the chance to change your mind, before accepting your trust and nodding. His illuminating expression stuck, even at the task at hand.

Hoshi tipped his head a little to the side. Before he confirmed a gentle; "Okay. Cool. I trust you too." with a giggle and wide smile at the end catching your eye.

You laughed softly at the statement, glancing up at him. What a silly thing to say. If he looked at you the wrong way right now, you'd crumble down and cry. Of course you were of no threat to this male. Human, wolf, demon or otherwise.

Your mind began spinning again. Sensing this, Hoshi pressed on. One last look at his watch. 7:10pm. He had mere minutes to get you out of here.

"Okay, well we'll need to be quick so something like before doesn't happen all over again. Only, it would be my own family this time and - well I don’t even really want to think about what could happen there."

You nodded. "Agreed, that would be terrible."

Hoshi laughed through his nose. Such a brave Omega.

"I'll help get you out of the building, then we'll get in my car waiting for me outside - my driver is human - and drive out to get some help. There's a hotel about five blocks south. Do you think you can make it?" He appealed the statement softly, offering his arm and a moment to think.

Not that he would ever admit it, but he was growing a little smitten for you already. He saw you fighting with yourself; so stiff and yet so full of energy. Mind struggling to pick the option your heart wanted, versus the logic of grabbing his arm and running. He could tell you had some fight in you.

After all; you had survived a wolf bite and downplayed it to act like a coyote had accidentally gnawed on your leg.

"But my job, I-I need this -"

"I'll put in a word for you. I promise it's not important. Conversions happen more often than you might think."

Well, he had got you. You thought about Jen, your desk. The huge task that had just sailed you right into the face of fate. What if you ran? Far, far away and back to your little village? The fever would end, surely?

"Y/N, are you coming?" Hoshi prompted gently once more. Thankfully, his willpower prevailed when choosing between giving you the option to follow and enforcing the act upon you.

You stilled for a moment before your brain clicked into place, staggering an arm and a step to clutch your hands tightly onto his bicep. He curled it inwards towards himself like a gentleman, a small smile still present.

"We don't have a lot of time, so please do try to keep up. It's dangerous here for you right now. I'll explain why later in more detail. Maybe after you've seen a physician, if there's enough time." Your smile softened the harshness of his demeanour every time it appeared.

Ignoring the fact he just called you precious goods and your whole life was crumbling in on itself; you followed his first few steps relatively fast.

"Where exactly are we going?" You quipped after a short while walking. For the most part, you were biting your tongue from spurting abhorrent possibly stupid questions. You watched from his side as his almost stunning profile twisted into thought, your heels and his voice echoing muffled sounds down the empty hallway.

Hoshi took a short breath in, daring you a glance before rounding the corner to take the last stairs down to the entrance hall of the very niche-ly expensive building.

"Have you ever heard of a Blue Night Hotel? Or at least seen one?" He asked a little sharply, grinding his teeth as your hair blew up a new waft against his face. His muscles tensed under your hand - you were in the eye of the public now, which you acknowledged probably meant he should act sharp again - his bodily reactions were making your heart flutter, fingers tensing and irises tightening.

He tried to bear your body's reaction in mind, using most of his willpower to focus on remaining calm and steady in order to be your guide.

"Y-yeah… Of course." You mumbled, a little disoriented.

You pulled back from his body as a wave of nausea flooded over you from entering the open hall/lobby space so suddenly.

The lights were much brighter than you remembered them ever being, peoples footsteps echoing louder than you remember and the open space was causing a headache to form. Sensing your body becoming uneased from behind, Hoshi slowed so you could catch a breath. He watched you with an odd emotion starting to bloom in the root of his chest.

"Is that the truth?" Hoshi asked with surprising softness, bringing you back to Earth. In reality, it was an instruction masked by a question, very plainly reading as a 'don't lie to me'.

Your eyes looked sore and puffy, lips dry from the effort of breathing with an open mouth, tongue occasionally prodding at your gums. He admired the way that you took a moment to absorb your surroundings, breathing it all in before recentering.

You could have openly cried at the overwhelming hustle of the outside flooding in and he wouldn't have blamed you. This life was so much. He couldn't imagine what it was like to go from human to supernatural in a matter of days. But you didn't cry; you took a step, nodded to yourself, and got a firmer grip on his arm, ready for his lead.

You may have looked like an odd couple on the stairs - a hard-cut high representative with a cold reputation, leading the new cute Administrator out of the building by arm - but the people around you barely batted an eye.

The look of panic on your face forced Hoshi to rest into a light smile. It eased you enough so that you could tell the truth, shaking your head. From underneath the suit of his blazer, he could feel your pulse against his body. It calmed him. To have you near - or at least be able to directly feel that you were calmer than when you had first met.

Despite the warning signs blinking across his mind, Hoshi was willingly pushing forward. Trusting instead the feeling in his gut.

"Blue Night Hotel's are for any of our kind who may need a place to stay during peak times of… 'heightened' hormonal changes, or fluctuations of any sort. It doubles as a pharmacy for areas that aren’t able to fund a full discreet hospital being built. If that makes any sense?"

The questioning lilt at the end of his sentence made you laugh internally. Such a strong man, yet not so sure of himself. You nodded, understanding at a basic degree of what he was hinting at.

"Okay, yeah, it does. So it’s like - a hideout? Or a shelter?" You repeated back simply.

The peppermint smell of his aftershave, or maybe his actual skin, was numbing the anxiety of your brain. You'd never admit it, but looking up at his undercut you almost wished you could nuzzle up against his neck. Fuck, now his presence was having the opposite effect to fear.

"Yeah, of sorts." Hoshi nodded, slowly continuing the descent down the stairs. “It is also, just a pretty decent hotel chain.”

Hoshi's self-control was unruly. He needed to get you, respectfully, as far away from him as possible and in due time. The two of you were already acclimatising to each other's presence. And he didn't miss the way you leaned into his body whenever anybody passed the two of you, holding your breath whenever a person came within a meter of your bubble. The way your eyes were pinned to his side for affirmation.

He was playing a dangerous game, so late into your turning.

Once on the floor, Hoshi pressed past the front desk without merely a glance. He forced himself to stay stoic in the face of possibly seeing his members here, but eased as soon as the two of you hit the pavement.

Two steps ahead and to your left Hoshi waved down a slim but very expensive looking car.

Luckily there was a slight cove in front of the building for valet, so you weren't hit directly by the city streets. It still dazzled you for a moment though, coughing at the new taste of petrol and general pollution sticking to your tongue.

Hoshi giggled. Like a full giggle, making you look up at him. Your unease broke into an instant smile. He leaned down to whisper, though not really. Just low and close enough that the likes of nosey humans couldn’t pry. Plus, the noise of the city masked the two of you.

“It’s a little scary at first, I’ve been told. This city smells and it’s loud. Too loud, maybe. But you’ll get used to it. I promise.”

Pulling open the back door in front of you, you hesitated as the reality of the situation struck you. A stranger runs into you, seems both intimidating and ridiculously kind, and offers to whisk you away in his private car? Were you willingly being kidnapped right now?

Hoshi stood back up, amused. He watched as emotions flickered over your face.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Pressing a feather touch of his fingers to your back you sparked, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Hoshi - who, or what are you?" You stated bluntly.

He laughed a little in surprise. Face wrinkling up cutely. When it was released he looked down for a moment in thought. Then back into your eyes. The centre of his eyes burned crimson. But the brown around the edges showed that now he was in fresh air, it was helping him think a little clearer.

"Good question. I’m head of the personal-security division that is run by this building's parent company. My full name is Kwon Soon-young, or Hoshi for short. I’m in charge of many things - but I'm mainly in charge of keeping the right people protected and armed at the right times.

“I’m also one of the eldest brothers of the family that oversees many werewolf owned properties in this city." Nodding your chin curtly, a moment of respect passed between the two of you.

"Who, or what are you, Y/N?" He returned softly. You scoffed, pausing in thought for a moment. Well, you had nothing quite as grand to offer.

"I'm a huma-” Wrong, your mind screamed. You cleared your throat before continuing.

“Someone who escaped to this city from the countryside, looking for myself, looking for answers and a new way to live. I’m also someone who got a little lost along the way. To be honest, I'm not so sure anymore. So much is changing. I’m sure fate has a plan for me. For all of us, right?"

Hoshi hummed softly in contentment.

“I’m sure she does. May fate be kind.” He finalised, dimples reaching his crescent eyes.

With a soft click of the handle, Hoshi pulled the car door apart from the body of the car. This conversation had ended. Dipping into the now less-than-complete-strangers’-but-still-cautiously-familiar car, you tried not to imagine the scenarios in which this could end you up.

Instead of drowning in those poisonous thoughts, you chose to follow your gut. You chose to follow the instinct that had tugged you together in the first place. The same one that made you ache from inside your bones when Hoshi stepped away and around the car to approach the passenger's seat, only to ebb when seating himself in front of your body and instructing the driver where to go.

You were so confused, but for once you felt safe. After almost a whole month of running around looking for answers, you may have finally found a lead.

And Hoshi was beginning to calm down too. After unbuttoning his collar, blasting the AC on cold and checking his phone, he relaxed into his leather seat. Before being able to relax completely however, he tugged down the passenger seat mirror to check his eyes. They could often diagnose a person before a complete medical exam.

They remained a stained red on top of the natural dark brown, but his irises had relaxed, at least for now. His fever was beginning to wane. He could feel that your presence - or the distraction of needing to help an Omega in general - had dampened his symptoms.

Before checking his phone, he smiled to himself. He captured your image in his brain; resting peacefully against the cool white fabric leather. You had fallen asleep after setting your own phone onto your lap, eyes drooping closed from pure exhaustion.

For the rest of the drive, Hoshi kept his mirror down. Not for any particular reason that he would actively admit. Not even to admire you.

But he kept it down, just in case.

Just in case you needed him.

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