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Fear coursed through Jisung’s body, heart pounding in his chest, legs shaking as he tried to cram himself tighter into his hiding spot.
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know, but I can smell him around here somewhere.”
Jisung stifled his cry in his hand, trying not make any sounds that would give him away. He couldn’t do this, not again, he had just gotten away from the last pack, squeezed through the window in the middle of the night before he could be mated against his will, forced to carry pups that he didn’t want, to pleasure alphas that he loathed. Jisung knew that the streets were dangerous for unmated omegas, that alphas were always on the prowl, but he didn’t think that he would be found so fast, that the alphas would be brave enough to venture into a crumbling building just to chase after an omega.
“Hey sweetie,” one of the alphas called out. “Why don’t you come out of where you’re hiding? It’s not safe here for an omega.”
And being with the alphas wouldn’t be safe either. Of that, Jisung was certain.
“I think he’s over here,” a voice said, closer to Jisung than he was comfortable with. “Chan, he smells terrified.”
“I know, he must’ve had some bad experiences with alphas in the past.”
Who hadn’t? Alphas lived only to hurt omegas, to capture them and keep them locked up as one would fine china. If only they handled omegas as delicately as one would fragile dishes. For as rare as omegas were, alphas didn’t seem to mind beating them into submission. Jisung had the scars to prove it.
There were footsteps right next to where Jisung was hiding, crouched under some fallen debris, wedged as far back as he could manage and Jisung had to bite down hard on his arm to muffle his cries. His cheeks burned as the salty tears cascaded down his face, but Jisung couldn’t stop. They were so close to finding him and Jisung didn’t think he was strong enough to survive being abducted by another pack. His body was still littered with bruises, aching from where he had been abused by the last pack.
“Oh here he is.” A head peeked into the small crevice Jisung was hiding in and Jisung couldn’t hold back his scream as he tried to scramble backwards. Jisung’s heart was beating so fast that its pounding was all he could hear in his ears.
“No,” Jisung cried. “No. Please don’t.” Jisung tried to breathe, tried to gasp for air to continue his begging, but his lungs refused to fill. The terror that grasped Jisung’s body was unlike anything he had ever felt before. These alphas couldn’t take him. They couldn’t. Jisung couldn’t take any more pain, couldn’t live every day in fear.
“Hey, we won’t hurt you. It’s okay. You can’t stay in here, though. It’s too dangerous.” Jisung could barely hear the alpha over the roaring in his ears. It was over. Jisung short bit of freedom was soon to be dashed.
One of the alphas popped his head into the crack and reached for Jisung. Jisung screamed and kicked, but it was no use, the alpha easily grabbed his ankle and started to drag Jisung out from the hole he had hidden in.
“No!” Jisung screamed, finding his voice again as he clawed at the ground. “No, please. Please don’t.”
His begging did nothing to deter the alphas, but Jisung should have known better than to expect that it would. Alphas liked it when omegas screamed, when they begged for the pain to stop. They liked to feel powerful and apparently abusing an omega was the best way to do it.
“Stop fighting and relax.” The command reverberated through Jisung’s body, his screams and thrashing coming to an abrupt halt, as his muscles relaxed against his will, allowing the alpha who had the grip on Jisung’s ankle to finally pull him out from the safety of the hole he had crawled into.
Once in the open air, Jisung was met with the sight of four alphas staring down at him. They were all buff and big and enough that they could crush Jisung with just one hand, and Jisung would have been terrified if it wasn’t for the alpha command forcing an artificial calm over Jisung’s body. Jisung could usually fight alpha commands to some extent, but this alpha was powerful, more so than any of Jisung’s previous alphas. It was something that was going to worry Jisung in the future, but for now, all he could do was stare up at the group of alphas looming over him, mind fuzzy and limbs weak.
“Chan, can we keep him?” the alpha who had grabbed Jisung’s ankle asked.
“Only if he’s not claimed,” the alpha who had commanded Jisung to relax replied.
“I don’t see any bite marks on his scent glands.”
“Yeah, just everywhere else,” one of the other alphas said, voice full of distain.
“We’ll take him home for now,” Chan decided. “It’s not like we could leave him out here.”
Jisung wished they would. He wished the alphas would just shove him back into the hole they had dragged him out of, let him curl up and die in this dilapidated building. Instead, one of the alphas picked up Jisung, one arm behind his shoulders and the other under his knees as if Jisung was a child.
“Go to sleep,” he urged. “When you wake up, you’ll be safe in our pack house.” There was no command in his voice, but Jisung felt his eyes fluttering closed anyway, his eyelids suddenly feeling as if they were impossibly heavy. How weak Jisung was that an alpha voice wasn’t even needed.
Jisung was comfortable when he woke up, laying on a bed with a blanket, aches and pains feeling muted. Either someone really fucked up or Jisung had somehow gotten on someone’s good side. He never got to sleep on a bed, usually relegated to a mat on the floor. Jisung cracked his eyes open, ready to figure out whose bed he had ended up in, but the room didn’t look like any he recognized. The walls were painted a sterile beige color and the only furniture was a nightstand and set of wooden drawers. Jisung blinked in confusion until the events of the past couple of days suddenly came rushing back. Jisung had gotten out of his old pack only to be abducted by another.
At least this pack seemed willing to let Jisung sleep on a bed. For now at least. The privilege probably wouldn’t last long. Only good omegas got nice things and Jisung was far from a good omega.
The door opened and Jisung snapped his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. In his experience, alphas were less mean when they thought omegas were asleep. The few times Jisung had ever enjoyed gentle touches had been when his eyes were closed and breathing even.
“Oh, you’re awake now.”
Fuck.
Admitting defeat, Jisung cracked open his eyes. The beta who had walked through the door smelled like the earth after rain. Jisung hated to admit that it was a good scent, belonging to a beautiful beta. The beta looked more like an omega with his thin stature and long, shoulder length hair that framed his face in layers. His lips were plump and Jisung was sure that the alphas loved to bite at them when kissing.
“My name’s Hyunjin.” The beta crossed the room to sit on the side of the bed. It took all of Jisung’s power not to flinch away.
“Are you scared?” Hyunjin asked, tilting his head as if the thought puzzled him.
Jisung thought it was a stupid question. Hyunjin could smell the fear in Jisung’s scent, could see the slight shaking of his body. Of course Jisung was scared. He had been dragged out of his hiding spot by Hyunjin’s alphas and alpha commanded to stay calm. Now, Jisung was in a strange pack’s house with a beta sitting on the bed he was lying in, close enough touch, close enough hurt.
“You don’t have to be scared, our alphas are really nice.”
Jisung doubted that. Maybe the alphas were nice to Hyunjin, as good looking of a beta as he was, but Jisung was a broken, abused omega. Alphas were never nice to him.
“Your last pack wasn’t nice, were they?” Hyunjin reached towards Jisung’s face. Jisung froze in fear, not even daring to breathe as Hyunjin’s thumb traced over the bruise marring the corner of his mouth. The touch was surprisingly gentle, Hyunjin didn’t dig his fingers into the bruise like Jisung was expecting, but Jisung didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to make a sound. Betas weren’t as mean as alphas, but they could still be cruel. The betas in Jisung’s last pack enjoyed picking on him. He was the only one lower on the totem pole and they never let him forget that.
Jisung wasn’t sure what Hyunjin wanted. Was he trying to befriend Jisung for some reason? Maybe grateful that Jisung was now going to be taking up most of the alphas’ time and energy?
Hyunjin pulled away and stared down at Jisung. A part of Jisung found himself missing Hyunjin’s touch. It had been gentler than Jisung had felt in weeks and his omega craved more, wanted Hyunjin to smooth over all of his hurts, promise him that everything was going to be okay. More than anything, Jisung’s omega just wanted to be comforted, just wanted to be loved.
Jisung pushed down the desire the best he could, locking his omega back away in the room he kept it in. His omega was safe there, locked away deep inside. Jisung’s omega couldn’t be hurt if it was buried, kept under lock and key. Jisung knew it wasn’t healthy, knew that it only hurt him in the long run, but it would hurt even more if his omega was there as alphas slung insults and fists at him, called him names, called him a terrible, good for nothing omega. Hearing that would break Jisung’s omega’s spirit and without that, Jisung would be gone, a husk of an omega, all of the fight drained out of him. It was what the alphas wanted, but Jisung wouldn’t be able to bear that. Being separated from his omega was better that having a broken one.
“You haven’t told me your name,” Hyunjin said as he studied Jisung. Jisung wondered what he saw, what Hyunjin thought of the bruised omega lying on the bed in front of him.
“Jisung.”
Hyunjin smiled, dimples decorating his cheeks. “What a cute name for a cute omega.”
Jisung couldn’t help the blush that warmed his face at Hyunjin’s words. It didn’t matter that Jisung knew that Hyunjin was lying, knew that no one thought he was a cute omega. His old pack had hammered that into him. Jisung knew he was undesirable, but Hyunjin’s words still made something jump in his chest, made his omega want to come out for the second time in such a short conversation. That never happened. Jisung’s omega usually was subdued, happy to stay in its dark, safe spot.
“I can’t wait until you meet Felix, he’s our pack omega.”
Jisung blinked in surprise. This pack already had an omega? Was even allowed for a pack to have two? Omegas were rare these days and Jisung had never heard of a pack having more than one. In fact, a lot of packs didn’t have any.
“He wants to meet you so bad, but Chan wouldn’t let him until they knew if you were stable or not. The alphas are very protective over him and they would never risk Felix getting hurt. You seem stable to me, though, right?”
Jisung stared at Hyunjin in shock. Was that a question Jisung was supposed to answer?
“You wouldn’t hurt Felix, would you?”
Jisung shook his head. No, he would never hurt an omega. He had only met one since he had presented, the omega of one of his pack’s friends, but he had felt such an instant connection, such a desire to be close and comfort. That desire had just made things worse when he had been forced to watch the omega be caned for disobedience.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Hyunjin cooed, reaching out to stroke Jisung’s hair. Jisung didn’t even flinch away this time, too caught up in the thought of being able to see another omega. “You’re such a good omega.”
Jisung melted into the sheets, the tension and fear leaking out of his body. Jisung’s omega was so close to the surface, closer than it had been in months and Jisung was helpless to stop it. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to.
“Aw, look at you, going down so easily for me.” Hyunjin’s thumb brushed over Jisung’s cheek, touch light and gentle. “You’re so close to omega-space after just a few touches. Your old pack didn’t know how to treat you properly, huh?”
Omega-space? Jisung knew that omegas had to go into omega-space regularly for their health, but it had never felt so calm and gentle before. The only times Jisung had experienced omega-space before had been after a particularly rough punishment when Jisung lost control and his omega came to the surface to try and save them. Those time, omega-space had felt scary and confusing, like Jisung was trying to navigate twisting maze while blindfolded. This felt nothing like that.
Jisung was warm, sinking into the sheets, brain feeling comfortably fuzzy. All of his worries and fears seemed to have evaporated, his only focus was the feeling of Hyunjin’s hand in his hair, gently stroking through the stands, careful not to tug. As Hyunjin stroked Jisung’s hair, he whispered soft reassurances, called Jisung a good omega, said he was perfect. Jisung preened at the kindness. He never wanted Hyunjin to stop, wanted to keep feeling this way for forever. Hyunjin said Jisung was good, no one had ever called Jisung good before.
“How could anyone ever hurt you? Your old alphas were so mean to you, weren’t they?” Jisung’s eyes burned at the reminder. They were mean, so mean to Jisung and Jisung had only ever wanted to be good, he didn’t want to be bad. “Aw.” Hyunjin used his thumbs to gently wipe away Jisung’s tears, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands. “You didn’t deserve that, sweetie. You deserve to be loved and to be treated gently like the precious omega you are.”
Jisung whined at that, body filling with warmth. Hyunjin thought he was good. Hyunjin thought he was a precious omega. Hyunjin was taking care of him.
“Oh baby. People have been so mean to you, but that’s all over now, we’ll take care of you like you deserve.”
Please, please, please. Jisung wanted that. He wanted that so bad. He wanted these soft, gentle touches to continue forever. He wanted to be good.
Hyunjin kept gently stroking Jisung’s hair and face, murmuring soft reassurances the whole time and Jisung started to drift. His omega was free now, basking in Hyunjin’s touch and Jisung couldn’t even bring himself to care that the part of himself he kept so tightly locked away was now in the open, vulnerable to any attacks. Hyunjin wasn’t going to hurt him, Hyunjin said that Jisung was good. Hyunjin said that Jisung deserved love.
Someone knocked on the door, but Hyunjin told Jisung not to worry about it, so he didn’t. Jisung was vaguely aware of someone else entering the room, but he only had eyes for Hyunjin who had carefully cupped Jisung’s face in his hands, blocking out the view of the rest of the room.
“Don’t worry about that, no one is going to hurt you. You’re safe here with me.”
Safe. Jisung was safe.
“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job of staying calm and staying here with me.”
Jisung hummed at that, nuzzling his face into Hyunjin’s hand. Hyunjin smelled good. The scent gland on his wrist was so close to Jisung’s face, but Jisung didn’t dare touch it without permission, so he did the next best thing and nuzzled his face into the palm of Hyunjin’s hand, feeling like he was drowning just on the bit of scent he got. How nice it would be to be able to cover himself in Hyunjin’s scent and make Hyunjin smell like him in return.
In his last pack, the alphas would rub their scent into Jisung’s scent gland, but would never let Jisung do the same. It was shameful to let an omega mark you in any way, but Jisung wanted to so bad. He just wanted someone to smell like him, to feel like he truly belonged.
“Oh baby, do you want to scent me?”
Jisung whined, too out of it to form words.
“Okay.” But instead of moving his wrist closer to Jisung’s face, Hyunjin moved away. “First you have to eat something, can you do that for me?”
Jisung whined again. He wanted scenting, not food.
“I know honey, but if you scent me, you’ll be too out of it to eat and we need to get some food in you.”
Jisung butted his face into Hyunjin’s hand, trying to communicate that he didn’t need food, but he did need the scenting.
“How about this? Eat a couple of spoonfuls of soup for me, and then you can scent me as long as you want. You’re such a good omega, Jisung, you listen to me so well.”
Jisung stopped butting his face into Hyunjin’s hand and turned to look up at Hyunjin. He was good. He could wait to eat food before scenting if that’s what Hyunjin wanted.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Jisung preened. Beautiful. He wasn’t sure if anyone had ever called him that before.
Hyunjin shifted on the bed, pulling away from Jisung. A pitiful whine tore itself out of Jisung’s throat at the movement. Hyunjin was leaving him. Did he not want Jisung anymore? Was Jisung too needy? Of course Jisung had messed up, he could never do anything right. He should have known better than to ask so much from Hyunjin.
“Oh honey,” Hyunjin sighed, pulling Jisung into his lap so that Jisung’s back was resting against Hyunjin’s chest. “I’m not leaving you. I just had to grab the soup, okay?”
Not leaving? Hyunjin wasn’t leaving? Jisung relaxed back into Hyunjin’s chest with a small whine. It was okay. Hyunjin wasn’t leaving him. Jisung hadn’t done anything wrong.
“There you go,” Hyunjin soothed, stroking a hand over Jisung’s hair. “Everything’s alright. You’re still my amazing, gorgeous omega.”
The words made Jisung’s head go pleasantly floaty as he sunk into Hyunjin’s touch. He rather like the security that being in Hyunjin’s lap provided. Usually Jisung was terrified of being caged in, but when Hyunjin did it, it made him feel safe and secure. Hyunjin wouldn’t let anything happen to Jisung.
A spoon nudged at Jisung’s lips and Jisung opened up obediently. Normally, Jisung wasn’t so trusting when it came to food—his alphas had liked to drug his meals, saying that if Jisung wasn’t going to take it like a good omega, then they were going to make him. But Jisung trusted Hyunjin. Hyunjin was nice. Hyunjin said that Jisung was a good omega and stroked his hair and paid him compliments. Hyunjin wouldn’t drug Jisung’s food.
Jisung ate spoonful after spoonful of the soup until Hyunjin declared him done. “You did a great job, do you want to scent me now? Or I can scent you, whichever you prefer.” Hyunjin leaned back against the headboard, leaving his neck wide open for Jisung to do what he pleased. Jisung couldn’t help but blink in surprise, coming out of that fuzzy headspace just a bit. Necks? Hyunjin was going to let Jisung scent his neck?
Tentatively, Jisung leaned in to rub his face against the scent gland on Hyunjin’s neck, spreading Hyunjin’s earthy scent on his skin. Jisung waited to be pushed away or scolded, but Hyunjin stayed still, let Jisung do what he wanted.
As Jisung breathed in more and more of Hyunjin’s scent, his brain started to cloud over again. Hyunjin was happy and content so why wasn’t Jisung? Hyunjin’s scent seemed to seep into Jisung’s skin, filling him with contentment. He was okay, he was safe. Hyunjin was going to take care of him. With that thought, Jisung let the last of the tension seep out of his body and he collapsed, completely boneless into Hyunjin’s side, head still buried in his scent gland.
Fuck.
Hyunjin hadn’t been supposed to put Jisung in omega-space. His job had just been to make Jisung relax a bit so that he didn’t freak out as much when Chan came in to ask him a couple of questions. Hyunjin hadn’t expected Jisung to go down after just a few touches and kind words. It took a lot more than that to bring Felix under.
But then again, Felix was a well-cared for omega in a pack that loved him. Jisung’s old pack clearly didn’t know how to treat omegas correctly. Jeongin had warned Hyunjin that Jisung was in bad shape, but it still hadn’t prepared him for the sight of Jisung’s too-thin body dwarfed by the bed he was lying in, body covered in the mottled purple of bruises. It had taken all of Hyunjin’s self-control to stay calm, knowing that any anger or sadness in his scent would just serve to agitate Jisung.
It had been all too easy to shower Jisung with praise and compliments and gentle touches when it was apparent that his omega had been deprived of all of those things for far too long.
And then Jisung had dropped into omega-space and Hyunjin couldn’t bear to bring him back up from it. Jisung clearly needed it, was so affected by the tiniest bit of love and affection that Hyunjin felt like it would be wrong to do anything but show him what being cared for felt like. Chan and Changbin could wait until later to question Jisung, the omega’s needs came first.
When it was time for lunch, Seungmin had come in wearing scent-blockers and Hyunjin had blocked Jisung’s view of the rest of the room and showered him in praise until Seungmin was gone. The whole exchange couldn’t have gone smoother.
At least until it was time to eat lunch. Hyunjin had to shift away from Jisung in order to grab the bowl of soup and Jisung had taken that as a rejection, scent souring so quickly that Hyunjin had gotten whiplash. Luckily, it had been relatively easy to bring Jisung back up, but the fact that Jisung had started to drop so quickly left Hyunjin feeling shaken. It was a bad sign that just the slightest bit of perceived rejection was enough to send Jisung’s omega into such a spiral.
Hyunjin wished that Felix was here. He would know what to do better than Hyunjin. Felix would love Jisung. Hyunjin was certain of that. Most days, all Felix wanted was a cuddle partner, someone to curl up with him in his nest and play games with him. Jisung would be perfect for that. He seemed terrified of alphas and wary of betas, but when Hyunjin had mentioned another omega, Jisung had perked up, seemed hopeful at the prospect of being able to meet Felix. Hyunjin hoped that their alphas would get their heads out of their asses soon and realize that an abused omega was of no danger to Felix. Sure, Jisung had screamed and scratched at the alphas, but they had corned him and forced his hand. Jisung was simply acting in self-defense. It didn’t mean that he was a half-feral omega that needed to be separated from everyone else or whatever it was that Minho, Chan, and Changbin thought.
Jisung was just a scared omega who needed kind words and gentle touches, preferably without any alphas in sight.
Right now, Jisung’s face was buried in Hyunjin’s neck, breathing in Hyunjin’s scent. Hyunjin had no doubt that Jisung was scent drunk, but he couldn’t bring himself to move Jisung. Jisung’s scent had finally seemed to settle, the fear and sourness receding to reveal his sweet citrusy scent. It reminded Hyunjin of lemonade on a hot summer’s day or maybe like a cake with orange flavored icing. It was a nice scent now that it wasn’t polluted by fear.
Jisung whined and Hyunjin glanced down to see what was wrong, ready to remedy whatever had made Jisung upset. Hyunjin had only known Jisung for a couple of hours and he was already ready to do whatever it took to keep him happy.
Jisung still had his head buried in Hyunjin’s neck, but now he was holding up his wrist, offering it to Hyunjin. “Oh baby, you want me to scent you too?”
Jisung hummed in approval and Hyunjin did as was requested, bringing Jisung’s wrist up so that he could rub it against his face and nose, breathing in lungfuls of Jisung’s sweet scent. Unable to resist, Hyunjin licked over Jisung’s scent gland, causing Jisung to gasp into his neck, muscles tensing before going completely boneless. Jisung’s scent became sickly sweet and Hyunjin smiled in triumph, glancing down at Jisung whose eyes were closed as his head lolled against Hyunjin’s neck.
All Hyunjin could smell was happiness and contentment and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Jisung was so cute with how sensitive he was. Something like that wouldn’t even have phased Felix, the little gremlin that he was, but it had been enough to send Jisung completely under.
Hyunjin carefully settled more comfortably against the headboard and grabbed his phone. He was going to be stuck here for a while with Jisung in his lap, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
A couple minutes of mindlessly scrolling through a muted TikTok later, Hyunjin got a text message from Chan. He opened it up, narrowing his eyes when he realized Chan had created a groupchat of just him, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Minho.
Chan:
Is it okay if we come in to talk to Jisung now?
Hyunjin frowned at the message. He had texted the pack groupchat earlier telling them that only betas with scent blockers and omegas were allowed in Jisung’s room because he was in omega-space. Why were the alphas texting now asking to come in?
Hyunjin:
No, he’s under rn, you’ll make him drop if you come in
Minho:
Now is the best time to talk to him because his inhibitions will be lowered
Did Minho not understand what Hyunjin had said? The alphas absolutely could not come in the room right now. Jisung was finally settled and feeling safe.
Hyunjin:
No. You’ll make him drop.
Minho:
We need to find out if he’s a danger to the pack
A danger to the pack? Jisung? Hyunjin was able to answer that question. He knew that the alphas were worried about Jisung’s pack coming after them for omega-napping since omegas were such a rarity these days, or that Jisung had been driven feral from abuse, but Hyunjin was pretty sure he knew the answer to both of those questions.
Jisung had looked as if he’d been on the streets for several days when he was brought in, and he was unclaimed. His old pack had no legal claim on him anymore, especially if Jisung testified that he wanted to stay with Stray Kids. And as for being feral, the fact that Jisung was calmly buried in Hyunjin’s neck right now was answer enough to that question.
Hyunjin:
Jisung is a danger to no one.
If you guys come in here, he will freak out and drop.
Changbin:
We need to make sure, plus if he’s going to stay, he needs to properly meet the alphas of the pack.
It was Changbin who responded this time. He was from a more traditional pack than some of the others, and Hyunjin knew that he was closer to his instincts. However, that didn’t excuse coming in and scaring an abused omega and making them drop. The safety of the pack was important, but so was Jisung’s wellbeing.
Knowing that he wasn’t going to get through to the alphas, Hyunjin created a new groupchat with him, Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix.
Chan, Changbin, and Minho are planning on barging in here and Jisung is in omega-space and will drop if they do that
Felix was the first to respond.
WTF??? How’s Jisung rn?
Calm and relaxed, he’s so cute
I’ll stop them, dw
Hyunjin breathed out a sigh of relief, he knew that he could rely on Felix to have his back.
There was a knock on the door and Hyunjin barely had enough time to press Jisung’s head closer to his neck before the door was opening, revealing Chan and Changbin standing in the entryway.
Hyunjin forced himself to stay as calm as possible, knowing that any changes in his scent were going to affect Jisung. “You guys need to leave.”
“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We just need to ask Jisung a few questions.”
“He’s going to drop.” Hyunjin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. It apparently wasn’t good enough because Jisung started to stir.
“It’s okay, Sungie,” Hyunjin whispered, running his hand through Jisung’s hair. “Just stay where you are.”
Unfortunately, Chan decided to take Jisung’s return to semi-consciousness as an opportunity. “Hey Jisung sweetie, do you think you could answer some questions for Changbin and I?”
Hyunjin was helpless, unable to stop Jisung from turning his head to see who was talking to him. As he turned his head, Jisung caught a whiff of Chan and Changbin’s scents for the first time, neither alpha had been smart enough to wear scent blockers.
Jisung went from calm and relaxed to panicking in a couple of seconds, scent souring so fast that Hyunjin’s nose burned.
“No!” Jisung screamed, scrambling out of Hyunjin’s lap and falling off of the bed, colliding hard with the wood floors. The fall didn’t stop Jisung though as he frantically crawled into the corner of the room, wedging himself between the nightstand and the bed. Jisung’s entire body was shaking, breathing coming too fast and Hyunjin could only watch helplessly as Jisung worked himself into too much of a panic for his body to handle, suddenly going limp as Chan took another step towards him.
“I told you,” Hyunjin said, staring at Jisung’s unconscious body. “I fucking told you that Jisung was going to drop if you came in here.”
Felix chose that moment to enter the room, out of breath, looking as if he had just sprinted across the house.
“He dropped,” Hyunjin deadpanned.
Felix turned to Changbin and Chan, fury in his gaze. “Get out.”
“But—”
“Get. Out. We tried this your way, now we’re doing mine.”
Chan and Changbin retreated like puppies with their tails tucked as Felix headed to Jisung’s side, cursing softly. “Let’s get him to my nest and we’ll see what happens. I’m not talking to a single alpha in this pack other than Jeongin until Jisung is better.”