Scenting.
Weeping Monsters
“We need to mask your scent.”
I heard Jongin say while we were busy walking through the trees, and since his voice was near my ears, I knew he was specifically talking to me. I looked up while pushing a stray branch of a tree away from my face, blinking at the younger boy wondrously. That is, until I figured out what he meant and widened my eyes.
“What? No one here is going to volunteer for that.” Sehun said what was on my head before I could, and I nodded along to his words vigorously. Jongin gave me a disappointing look, as if he couldn’t believe I agreed on Sehun’s incredulous words. What did he expect anyway? Hiding someone’s scent needed an intimate, continuous physical contact with another wolf, preferably strong enough wolves, like Alphas; for their scents are ten times more intense. I have gone through these ‘scenting’ experiences before, when it was one hundred percent important for me to be out of the house, and usually I would have an awkward, one minute cuddling session with either my father, or one of my brothers.
I shuddered at the idea, and the fact I would have to.. rub myself on someone else now. I peeked a look at Baekhyun, and I found him looking at his fingers with a weird look flashing by his face. My heart raced.
Jongin must’ve followed my eyes with his own, as his face brightened once he saw Baekhyun, having remembered he was my mate, originally; and no one was better than him as an option. His eyes and Baekhyun’s eyes connected so suddenly, and Baekhyun’s entire face paled in seconds.
“Not in a million year, not gonna happen, Nu-ah.” Baekhyun declined harshly, shaking his head; and my heart fell. I looked away with a crestfallen face, sighing heavily.
“But her scent is so overwhelming, and Suho said we need to cover her up before we venture into the city.” Jongin persisted, pointing that out and giving Baekhyun a murderous look that looked odd on his bright, easy-going face. I furrowed my eyebrows; it would have been better if Jongin was my mate instead of Baekhyun, he was one hundred times more understanding.
Since their house was somewhere in the midst of this thick forest, we had to walk a few miles to reach the main road that led directly to the city. From here, I could already hear the soft sounds of horns and people’s footsteps, even though they were faint. We had been walking with heavy silence until Jongin broke it with his statement.
“She smells a bit of Suho,” Minseok offered in a docile, careless manner, sniffing to make a statement, and I immediately retaliated.
“He offered me his shirt.” In emphasis, I raised the hem of the shirt. His face flashed with understandment and he stopped sniffing. At my statement, Baekhyun’s head shot up to meet my eyes, and for the first time since I was here, Baekhyun’s eyes were filled with clear emotions. Unfortunately, they flashed for a period too small for me to comprehend each and every one of them, but there was one emotion that he failed to mask.
Dislike.
His obvious dislike towards the fact I was wearing Suho’s shirt made my heart thump in excitement; and I realized maybe he wasn’t as oblivious to the mating pull he and I have towards one another as he wanted me to believe. He was just a little stubborn.
“Suho’s scent is small, I need to be at least close to her to smell him out,” Sehun, surprisingly, said with a leveled tone, gathering all of our attention. “Someone still needs to cover her natural scent with his. Jongin, you do it.”
“Why me? Shouldn’t it be better if Baekhyun did it? He’s almost an Alpha and we know how strong Alpha’s scents are. She’ll be more protected like that.” At Jongin’s protest, we all looked at Baekhyun; my eyes holding the more excitement. They were practically twinkling in joy, and I was a bit ashamed he’d be able to witness it. Baekhyun’s face distorted, all kind of emotions flashing through his expressions, from dissatisfaction and annoyance, to hopelessness and a small tinge of vulnerability. I think Baekhyun was feeling a lot more of the bond than I gave him credit for, what if he actually felt absolutely excited with touching me (just as I was) but felt scared to indulge himself with such new, and raw expeditions? My heart skipped a beat.
“I’ll pass. I think Jongin should do it.”
My heart stopped beating.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” Jongin rolled his eyes in utter annoyance at Baekhyun, before stomping his feet towards me and enveloping me in a giant embrace.
His scent was suffocating, and it was rubbing all over me with a gross kind of way. Unlike my family, Jongin’s scent was foreign to my sensitive nose, with no blood bonds or mate bonds to soften it’s horridness. He smelt of a wet dog, wild raspberries and a harsh tinge of sourness that was too familiar to me. All werewolves smelt the same.
Except for Baekhyun and Suho. They smelt heavenly.
I felt Jongin’s large hand creep up to the back of my neck, lifting my head so he could nuzzle his nose into my neck, spreading his scent all over me. I closed my eyes shut, squeezing; and hoping he’ll be done with it immediately. I sensed him taking a deep whiff of my own scent, and wondered just how I smelt to him. Was I as gross to him as he was to ms?
Suddenly, he was pulled away from me, and I was allowed a breath of fresh air. I looked at Jongin with a questioning mark all over my face (because he took less time than my father had to take) to find him in Baekhyun’s clutches. Before I could even acknowledge Baekhyun’s small jealousy, Jongin spoke.
“She smells utterly nice.” Jongin even breathed out of his nose like he took a scent of something he’d like to devour, and I could see Baekhyun’s hand – that was wrapped around his bicep – whitening at the harsh strength he was using in his grip. Jongin didn’t notice, too busy admiring my scent. But I did, and I felt.. overwhelmed with positive feelings.
“Really?” Sehun whipped his head to me; eyes curious. “That’s strange, isn’t she a werewolf?”
“Maybe because of her human mom, because there was a trace of a human scent in her too.”
“We all smell a bit human because we are not from a full breed of wolves.” Baekhyun gritted out, seeming a whole lot more annoyed than he was a few minutes ago. I bit my lips not to grin at his wandering feelings getting loose.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t explain why she doesn’t smell as gross as us.”
“So she does smell a bit gross? Just not like us?” Jongdae, who had been silent the whole time, asked with a raise to his eyebrows, his eyes flickering over Jongin and I. I felt self-conscious.
“I guess,” Jongin answered, he himself looking unsure. “I didn’t concentrate on that werewolf scent because it’s gross and I don’t want to take a deep whiff of that. But there’s something for sure and that is, she smells wonderful.”
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