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When Jeno wakes up the following morning, he never would have expected to find himself having to press his thumbs against the curve of Jaemin’s hipbones in an attempt to keep him upright as the hybrid straddles him on their make-shift bed.
“Jeno!” Jaemin’s cries fill the room.
His pink hair bounces as he leans his head back between his shoulder blades. The skin along his neckline is smooth and completely void of any moles, but Jeno can’t wait to mark it up with his lips and teeth.
Jeno hisses as Jaemin’s hips roll against his pelvis, a rapid rhythm that has Jeno tightening his hold on the latter’s hips to steady him. The rhythm makes Jeno shift upward towards the backboard, but he keeps his hold on Jaemin who continues to whine on top of him.
With his arms otherwise preoccupied, Jeno didn’t have any other way of keeping Jaemin quiet for the sake of the slumbering members in the rest of the house. So, Jeno does the only thing he could think of.
He uses his strength to push himself up and shove Jaemin down onto the mattress instead. The new position forces Jeno’s groin further into Jaemin’s ass which immediately draws a brand new noise to slip past his lips. Jeno clamps his hand down on top of those beautifully lush pink lips before the sound could penetrate the air.
Jaemin tries to fight him off in the hope of returning to their prior positioning, with him on top and Jeno stuck beneath him. However, Jeno manages to press his hips against Jaemin’s pelvis to keep him against the mattress which allows him to capture Jaemin’s wrists and pin them above his pink hair with a single hand. Jaemin huffs in defeat, his heated eyes glaring up at Jeno’s triumphant smirk.
“Nice try baby.” Jeno whispers, which causes a pink blush to explode onto Jaemin’s cheeks.
Jaemin gets his revenge by rolling his hips right against Jeno’s groin. The new sensation makes Jeno groan and lower his head in a failed attempt to control himself. He can practically feel Jaemin’s smile press against his palm.
When they had finally pulled themselves away from each other in the kitchen the previous night, Jeno and Jaemin arrived at the movie night with armfuls of snacks and enough popcorn bowls to suit everyone’s personal tastes.
They had just sat down to start watching the chosen film when Jisung suggested that they morph the couch into a bed for ‘maximum comfort’. It was met with an unanimous agreement that Jeno didn’t take part in, as he sat happily on the coffee table watching the chaos around him with the accompanying popcorn.
Renjun and Haechan rushed off to gather the supplies, while Jisung and Jaemin worked on pulling out the extension hidden in the base of the couch. Again, Jeno didn’t want to overstep so he simply remained on his perch, crunching on his beloved popcorn. Jaemin playful glared at him for his lack of assistance but didn’t voice out any disapproval.
Shortly after Jisung had ensured that the bed was stable and wouldn’t recoil back into the base of the couch, Mark’s parents stopped in to say their goodnights. They were initially surprised to find the younger ones alone in the living-room with the lights dimmed and snacks all over the coffee table, but Jaemin had taken it upon himself to explain their movie-nights were slowly becoming a tradition.
The couple grinned from ear-to-ear before leaving them alone, following after Jisung who had been the one to allocate them a room upon their arrival. Mrs. Lee did linger in the doorframe, giggling quietly to herself as she watched Jeno stuff more popcorn into his mouth much to Jaemin’s veiled disgust. She took a photo of the moment to look back on when she returned to Canada, her heart feeling full at the sight.
Renjun and Haechan returned with enough blankets to keep a small village warm throughout the winter. Haechan threw the majority of them onto the make-shift bed before allowing everyone to take their own individual blanket. Jeno even found himself spoiled for choice, pausing for a moment to evaluate his options.
He finally landed on his choice when the room decided to divide themselves into seating arrangements. Mark quietly slipped into the room, creeping in like an intruder. His eyes were surveying the room in case his parents had lingered, Jisung returned to reveal that they were long gone with a happy smile on his face.
Mark quietly squealed in excitement at the sight before him. Without a word spoken into the room, he snagged the spot on the armchair, pulling a small display table beneath his feet which he then used as a footrest. He snatched a hold on a bag of marshmallows before making himself content on the chair.
Haechan supplied him with a combination of blankets before joining Renjun on the two-seater. Renjun’s head lay against one armrest with his back resting against around Haechan’s socked feet. Haechan’s head lay against the opposite armrest with his own arms wrapped around Renjun’s legs.
They snuggled down into their respective pillows and cuddled close in their own individual blankets. Haechan lay closest to the back of the chair but Renjun still had plenty of space to lay without falling over. It was Renjun who snatched a bunch of the snacks from the coffee table, tossing a few to Haechan who quite literally moaned at their presence.
Jeno remained sitting on top of the coffee table, popcorn bowl still in hand. He munched on the salty treat as Jaemin and Jisung turned their attention to him.
When neither of them appeared to be moving to claim their own positions, Jeno decided to take the leap himself. He tightened his hold on his popcorn bowl before tossing himself down onto the mattress, he let out a content sigh as he nuzzled down against the plushness. He fluffed a pillow by his head and rearranged himself comfortably against it, a perfect position to continue watching their film.
Jisung was the next to move.
He quietly squealed as he jumped up onto the mattress, crawling against it to rest on Jeno’s left. He had brought his own pillow from his room so he grew comfortable fairly quickly. He practically cocooned himself into his blanket and rested his head against Jeno’s left shoulder.
Jaemin, on the other hand, lingered on the ground near their make-shift bed. Jeno watched as Jaemin’s fingers played together against his waist. He looked uncertain. There was still plenty of space next to Jisung’s noodle form, but his eyes kept scanning the remaining space beside Jeno.
Jeno decides to give Jaemin the space to let him make his own decisions, though Jeno does fool around with Jisung just enough to close the space by his side and widen the spot closer to Jeno. It doesn’t open either side up by a lot but Jaemin could still choose to sit next to Jisung if he wanted to.
Whether the fool around had any factor in Jaemin’s decision making will remain unknown, but the hybrid did carefully situate himself down next to Jeno with the veiled distraction of snatching his popcorn bowl clean from his lap.
The movie started and they all watched it together.
When Jeno fell asleep that night, he can still vividly remember that Jaemin had turned onto his side with his back facing Jeno. Jisung had untangled himself from his noodle-form and was sprawled in a semi-starfish style along his side of the mattress, the blanket resting against his waist.
It was an entirely different arrangement when Jeno woke up.
Jeno’s favourite sleeping position was on his back because it stretched out all his valued muscles so they weren’t stiff when he woke up in the mornings. It also didn’t bring about that awful sound of his heartbeat against the pillow, like when he laid on his side.
When Jeno awoke the first time, he was still on his back. However, Jisung and Jaemin had moved. Jisung was pressed against Jeno’s left arm, his nose squished against Jeno’s elbow. Jaemin’s head was resting comfortably on Jeno’s chest, his hand curled lightly beneath his chin.
They both looked adorable in the sunlight creeping in through the curtains. Jisung’s light brown hair looked golden in the sunshine, while Jaemin’s pink locks glowed like a pink flame.
Jeno settled back against his pillow, raising his left arm to pull Jisung closer against his side. The youngest hummed in quiet approval, snuggling closer and completely relaxing. Jeno realised that his other arm had slipped beneath Jaemin’s neck and had fallen against the hybrid’s side of the mattress, so Jeno curled his elbow upwards so his fingers came to rest against Jaemin’s back.
He allowed himself to gently rub calming circles into both of their backs, smiling slightly at their gentle purrs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jaemin so well rested.” Haechan comments as he passes by the couch on his way towards the window. He battles with the curtains and blocks out the treacherous sun, releasing a quiet sigh of relief when the darkness refills the room. “He says that he doesn’t sleep well most nights, so it’s nice to see him so calm and peaceful… He doesn’t join pack bonding time often.”
“What time is it?” Jeno wonders, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t disturb the two slumbering against him.
“Six.” Renjun groans from his spot on the two-seater. “Plenty of time to get more sleep!”
“You guys look really comfortable…” Haechan admits, smiling longingly at the sight of the trio on the couch. “Do you think that maybe you have room-”
“Wolves like to sleep together sometimes.” Renjun yawns from across the room. “It strengthens the pack-bond that they share while also making their wolves register the scent of friends, so that there aren’t as many fights. Do you think we can join in on the cuddles?”
“Oh… sure.” Jeno agrees, somehow able to retain the information despite still being half-asleep himself. “Just try not to wake them up?”
Haechan quickly returns to the two-seater and snatches the blanket that had kept him warm throughout the night. Renjun stumbled up from the couch, trailing behind as they approached the mattress.
Haechan gently settles himself down on Jaemin’s opposite side, snuggling up next him with his head resting gently against Jaemin’s shoulder blades but far enough away for Jeno to continue his ministrations against the hybrid’s back. Renjun slips in behind Jisung, covering the youngest with some of his own blanket.
“He doesn’t join you guys often when you do this?” Jeno wonders, looking down at Jaemin’s peaceful face. His left cheek is squished against Jeno’s chest, which causes a flutter to erupt into Jeno’s stomach.
“No.” Haechan yawns, pulling his own blanket up to his chin. “He never liked physical touch until you showed up, we’re still getting used to the fact that he doesn’t growl at us anymore. It feels nice to finally be close to him now, he isn’t as isolated as before.”
Jeno remains awake for a little while longer, using the time to continue drawing circles on Jaemin’s back. He hears a delicate groan come from across the room. He watches slightly amused as Mark pulls himself up from the armchair and stumbles towards the couch.
He doesn’t say anything as he stalks closer, eyes half-open and mouth twisted in sleep. He grumbles to acknowledge his best friend, before collapsing next to Haechan and stealing his blanket. Haechan groans in protest, slapping Mark’s shoulder and trying to snatch his blanket back. It fails and Mark barely registers the hit, throwing his arm over Haechan’s waist and pulling him closer. Jeno watches with pursed lips as Mark throws the blanket over the both of them.
However, the sudden addition of his best friend, made the mattress strain under their combined weight, while also limiting the space for the others to sleep. Jeno feels how Jaemin is now squished between him and Haechan, constricted by their unrelenting bodies. Half-asleep he groans his distaste, pulling himself up from Jeno’s chest to glare in the direction of Mark’s sleeping form.
“I was so comfortable!” He softly cries, tossing his head back towards the ceiling. Jeno tries to keep his laughter to himself, especially when Jaemin begins to whimper in quiet frustration.
Before Jeno could even think of a solution for this unfortunate situation, Jaemin seems to have made up his mind. Still in his half-asleep state, he climbs out of the sliver of space he had between Jeno and Haechan and decides to climb on top of Jeno.
Jaemin’s head collides against Jeno’s chest as his entire body weight comes crashing down on Jeno’s limbs. The air is ripped from Jeno’s lungs, which makes him groan from the harsh pain inflicted by Jaemin’s actions.
“‘m sorry.” Jaemin mumbles against his neck, snuggling closer with his nose. His touch sends a shiver down Jeno’s back. “‘m sleepy.”
“Go back to sleep.” Jeno whispers once his lungs refill with air.
Jaemin nods against his neck, his breath tickling Jeno so much that his toes curl at the sensation. He has to physically re-adjust Jaemin’s positioning before he could be comfortable, the hybrid shifting willingly.
Once his breath was gone from Jeno’s neck and Jaemin’s breathing had finally laboured out again, Jeno finally managed to settle himself back down to sleep. He quickly realised that they no longer had a blanket to snuggle into, so Jeno grabs hold of the one that Jaemin had been using before Mark’s addition and gently settles it against Jaemin’s back. It falls down to cover Jeno too.
“Do that again.” Jaemin’s voice vibrates against his chest.
“Do what?”
“Your hand swirly things,” Jaemin raises his hand to replicate the gesture, but he fails terribly since he’s still riddled with sleep. “They feel really ‘ice.”
Jeno can’t help but quietly laugh, gently wrapping both of his arms around Jaemin’s body. One arm slips beneath the blanket and comes to rest against Jaemin’s waist, he pauses to gently pull the hoodie back down from where it had risen up in his haste to go back to sleep.
The warmth of Jeno’s hand against his hips makes Jaemin melt against him. Jeno’s other arms come to rest between Jaemin’s shoulder blades on top of the blanket. His thumb immediately starts to gently rub against the material of his stolen hoodie, the rhythm lulling them both back to sleep.
“Raise and shine kiddos!” Sehun announces loudly to the room. He strides in from the front hallway and darts straight over to the same curtains that Haechan had fixed earlier that morning. Jeno has just enough time to prepare himself for the sudden burst of sunshine.
The others weren’t so lucky.
Jisung immediately starts to whimper his distaste for the abuse, while Renjun actually hisses in frustration. They both flee from the mattress with a blur of movement, Jisung stumbling against a blanket that had fallen to the floor during the night. He collapses to the floor with a muted grunt. Renjun, on the other hand, can’t stop laughing from his perch against the doorframe.
Mark audibly groans at the noise, pulling his head up from his pillow long enough to send Renjun a glare before the weight of sleep physically drags his head back down. Haechan whimpers between him and Jeno, trying but failing to cover his gaze with his pillow.
Sehun appears by the end of the mattress within blinking speed, snatching the pillow from Haechan’s hands and using it to lightly slap Mark on the head. Jeno lightly shakes his head, still growing used to the whole super-speed ability.
“You’re not supposed to be up here, remember?”
Sehun’s words immediately pull Mark from the trenches of his slumber. Jeno watches slightly amused as his best friend throws himself up from the mattress, Sehun having to balance him to prevent him from falling over. They both walk from the room arm-in-arm. With the loss of Mark’s heat, Haechan whimpers in defeat. Jeno feels him shove his blanket off and shift so that he’s no longer laying against his pillow.
“To be fair, his parents are upstairs,” Jeno admits, which immediately earns him a glare. “If they came down and saw him in here with the rest of us, how would that have looked for our cover story?”
“He has a point.” Jaemin’s eyelashes tickle his chin. “We need them to think that we’re slowly introducing Mark back to the world after his injury, that would have been a massive leap if they came down and saw him with us.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion… I’m mourning my lie-in. He was really comfortable…” Haechan whimpers.
Jeno didn’t have anything to say back to that, he had never been on the receiving end of Mark’s cuddles. He had only ever been the one to provide them.
“I understand completely.” Jaemin echoes, sighing in contentment as he burrows deeper into Jeno’s chest.
It makes Jeno wheeze from the sudden abuse of his lungs, but he’s capable of gathering his breath back fairly quickly.
“This is so unfair!” Haechan pouts, arms crossing against his chest. “Why is your boy-toy still here?”
“I quite literally can’t go anywhere.” Jeno deadpanned, gesturing with his fingers to Jaemin’s entire frame. “And I’m no one’s boy-toy.”
“Oh that’s true,” Jaemin yawns. “He was extremely different last night. Haechan, he was actually the one to start flirting with me!”
“Oh really?” Haechan’s eyes widen. He turns to look down at Jeno who groans under the pressure of Jaemin but also beneath the intensity behind Haechan’s gaze. “Well that really is something.”
“In my defense I only did it to see if he was actually interested in me.” Jeno explains. Haechan’s eyes swirl with mischief. “I’m not used to people actually wanting to get to know me, much less flirt with me.”
“Please tell me that his entire face flushed!” Haechan shrieks, rearranging himself on the mattress so that he was sitting cross-legged next to Jeno’s right arm.
“It was pretty pink.” Jeno admits which earns him a light punch to his opposite arm.
“Obviously I was surprised!” Jaemin shouts, pulling his head up from Jeno’s chest. His legs fall on either side of Jeno’s pelvis and his ass presses against his thighs. Jaemin whips his head to look at Haechan. “You try and listen to him flirt, you’d do it too!”
“I would have folded to my knees if he tried to flirt with me,” Haechan admits with a shrug of his shoulder. “I still don’t know how you haven’t gotten on your knees yet, I mean-”
“Haechan!”
“What? I like getting dominated.” Jeno blushes beneath his intense gaze. “Jeno practically oozes Dom material, maybe not, like, the Christian Grey level of contrasts and whips but definitely but the quiet, caring and adventurous type!”
“I am literally right here, please stop talking like I’m not right here.”
“You’ve literally been acting like a brat in front of him ever since he got here!” Haechan determines, removing his intense gaze to focus on Jaemin instead. “He seems to know how to tame a brat though, so that will definitely come in handy in the bedroom.”
“Stop objectifying him!” Jaemin hisses, his vampire eyes flashing in his frustration.
Jeno watched starstruck as Haechan’s mouth continued to move.
“I know that wolves mate for life, but do you think you can let me have him for a few hours? I promise that I’ll bring him back in more-or-less pristine condition… he might be too tired to satisfy you during the first round though-”
Jeno latches his fingers against Jaemin’s hipbones, keeping him stable against Jeno’s pelvis despite his lunge for Haechan who quickly departs the mattress with a proud smirk on his lips.
“Is that enough for you?” Haechan wonders, looking solely at Jeno now. He rolls his eyes before continuing, arms crossing against his chest. “To prove to you that he’s interested?”
Jaemin struggles against Jeno’s hold on him, his eyes murderous as he tries and fails to follow Haechan from the room.
“Jeno!” His cries fill the room.
His pink hair bounces as he leans his head back between his shoulder blades. The skin along his neckline is smooth and completely void of any moles, but Jeno can’t wait to mark it up with his lips and teeth.
Jeno hisses as Jaemin’s hips roll against his pelvis, a rapid rhythm that has Jeno tightening his hold on the latter’s hips to steady him and keep him away from Haechan. The rhythm makes Jeno shift upward towards the backboard, but he keeps his hold on Jaemin who continues to whine on top of him.
With his arms otherwise preoccupied, Jeno didn’t have any other way of keeping Jaemin quiet for the sake of the slumbering members in the rest of the house. So, Jeno does the only thing he could think of.
He uses his strength to push himself up and shove Jaemin down onto the mattress instead. The new position forces Jeno’s groin further into Jaemin’s ass which immediately draws a brand new noise to slip past his lips. Jeno clamps his hand down on top of those beautifully lush pink lips before the sound could penetrate the air.
“That’s my cue!” Haechan squeals, rushing from the room. He was kind enough to close the door behind him.
Jaemin tries to fight him off in the hope of returning to their prior positioning, with him on top and Jeno stuck beneath him. It would allow him to break free and follow Haechan. However, Jeno manages to press his hips against Jaemin’s pelvis to keep him against the mattress which allows him to capture Jaemin’s wrists and pin them above his pink hair with a single hand. Jaemin huffs in defeat, his heated eyes glaring up at Jeno’s triumphant smirk.
“Baby,” Jeno whispers, which makes Jaemin’s cheeks blossom pink. “Want to tell me what that was about?”
Jaemin gets his revenge by rolling his hips right against Jeno’s groin. The new sensation makes Jeno groan and lower his head in a failed attempt to control himself. He can practically feel Jaemin’s smile press against his palm.
“I’m going to lift my hand now,” Jeno speaks calmly, gesturing with his chin to the hand he had pressed against Jaemin’s mouth. “Promise not to scream the house down?”
Jaemin’s beautiful honey brown eyes calculate Jeno’s facial expression, his brows still furrowed in quiet frustration. Eventually he relents and nods his head, but not before playfully licking a stripe of salvia against Jeno’s palm. Jeno gets his revenge by sliding the wetness against Jaemin’s cheek.
Jaemin lays with his hips still pressed against Jeno’s groin, his pink hair looking like a halo against the pillow. His chest is heaving for breath, his flushed cheeks and Jeno’s stolen hoodie on his body seemed to stir something up in Jeno’s stomach, a feeling he was familiar with but hadn't felt in a long time.
He immediately pulls himself away and sits at the edge of the mattress. Jeno tries to settle his own breathing, forcing his mind to imagine a bunch of terrible images. Mark’s wound, Mark’s laundry hamper back in the dormitory, Mrs. and Mr. Lee having sex. He really didn’t need to fuel that train of thought, especially since the image of anyone having sex right now would force his mind to enter into the delicious possibility sitting right behind him.
“Hey,” Jaemin’s voice tickled his ear, making Jeno snap back into reality. He is sitting right next to him, cheeks a faded pink but a giant smile rests on his lips. “Don’t listen to what Haechan said, he would never force himself onto someone like that. He was just doing that to get a rise out of me, he knows that I’m interested in you so he’s just baiting me.”
“You really are,” Jeno whispers, turning to look at him. “You actually are interested in me, aren’t you?”
Jaemin’s cheeks remain pink as he nods. “I thought that was pretty obvious. We did have this conversation last night..”
“I didn’t get off you because of what Haechan said,” Jeno admitted, turning his attention back in the direction of the television. He couldn’t look at Jaemin now that he had admitted to it. “It didn’t have anything to do with Haechan.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Jaemin smiled, gently resting his chin against Jeno’s shoulder. “I’m dumping so much on your plate as it is.”
Jaemin hadn’t caught on to what Jeno had indirectly alluded to and Jeno wasn’t going to admit to it so soon, especially since he still had to understand everything for himself. So he takes the out.
“I have a question.” He admits, turning his head just enough to find Jaemin’s eyes.
The hybrid grins back at him. “Change of subject, okay, I can get behind that.”
“Last night, when we saw my arm?” Jeno rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and exposes his healed arm. “You said that you never gave me blood and neither did Sehun, what did that have to do with my injury?”
“Vampire blood has healing properties.” Jaemin explains, his fingers lightly tracing the invisible outline of the wolf bites that should have still been on Jeno’s arm this morning. “Our blood can heal a lot of injuries and help speed up even supernatural healing.”
“Seriously?”
“Care for a live demonstration?” Jaemin wonders, standing up from the mattress. He offers out his hand for Jeno to take. He smiles wider when Jeno does.
Once they’re in the kitchen, Jaemin speaks quietly to Sehun who he finds by the fridge. Jeno finds his usual seat at the breakfast table, where he piles a few pastries that Kyungsoo had prepared this morning.
He watches as Sehun nods his head and Jaemin rushes to join them at the table, a small but satisfied smirk on his lips as he winks at Jeno from across the table. Jeno continues to observe as Sehun slowly approaches Kyungsoo who is in the process of cooking up some bacon on the stove.
They exchange a few quiet words before the werewolf nods his head with a small fond smile on his lips. The chef shuts off the fire and sets the pan down on one of the cooler rings before joining Sehun on his journey towards the table.
“I understand that you and Jeno need to learn something important about our world.” Sehun explains, speaking to Mark but gazing at Jeno from the corner of his eye.
“Are you sure that this is an okay time to do this?” Mark looks nervous, his eyes flitting from the doorway to the ceiling. “My parents could be coming down at any minute-”
“They’re still sleeping in their bed.” Kyungsoo explains with a small smile. “I’ll keep an ear out for them, I promise.”
Mark nods, which allows Sehun to continue.
“As everyone already knows, I’m a vampire.” Sehun explains to the table, taking careful attention to Mark who still hasn’t completely gotten over that fact. “Being a vampire means that while I am different from you wolves, I still have a few abilities of my own that make me stand out.”
“Sehun operates like the rest of us,” Kyungsoo continues, linking their hands together. “He possesses the same abilities that us wolves have. However, one major difference is his healing abilities-”
“But don’t we have healing abilities too?” Mark wonders, stupefied. “How is yours any different?”
“Because your healing abilities only affect you and your wolf. Vampires have the ability to heal anyone, including humans. Supernatural beings have healing abilities of their own, but our blood could allow them to speed up that process, especially if you were wounded with a weapon specifically for you.”
“Like silver.” Jeno announces, recalling the gaping wound in the intruder’s neck the previous day. He hadn’t healed as quickly as he had expected.
“Exactly.” Sehun agrees, nodding his head like a proud teacher. “So, vampire blood can help you heal many injuries. Kyungsoo here has agreed to give you a demonstration.”
The chef reveals a smaller knife from behind his back. Jeno can already hear Mark’s whimper echo from beside him. Kyungsoo holds it up in the light and Jeno can recognise the handle; it’s from the same set of knives that he had used on the intruder. His cheeks burn at his sudden gaze, though it’s not intense or threatening. Instead, he simply observes Jeno’s reaction before proceeding.
Kyungsoo presses the blade of the knife against the palm of his skin, he whimpers as he cuts through the dermis and draws ruby red blood to the surface. He shows the wound to the members at the table, no one shows any major reaction - even Mark seems to stay awake long enough to see the experiment through to the end.
Jeno does notice how Jaemin quickly shifts his gaze from the blood pooling in Kyungsoo’s hand and turns his attention to the floor.
Then Sehun does the unimaginable.
He lets his sclera grow red and grey veins rise beneath his lower lid, his fangs elongate and he presses them into the depth of his wrist. When he pulls away, his teeth are tinted red from his own blood. Jeno sees the wound on his wrist before Sehun delicately passes his own wrist in Kyungsoo’s direction.
The werewolf gently takes it and raises his own hand to the group at the table. Together they watch as he draws Sehun’s wrist to his lips which coil around the wound, the ever so faint lines around his mouth indicate his suckling. Jeno’s breath catches when he watches the wound on the centre of Kyungsoo’s palm immediately stitch itself back up as if there was nothing there to begin with.
Mark’s head thuds against the table but no one turns to look at him.
Jeno raises his own hand and gazes down at the flawless skin. Everyone seems to take notice of the fact that his bandage had been removed. Only, now his skin was spotless. There were no signs of a werewolf bitemark evident.
“Jeno…” Kyungsoo gapes, his teeth stained with red. His owl eyes are wide and terrified as his gaze flips between Jeno and Jaemin.
“Jaemin, did you give him your blood?” Sehun actually sounded frustrated, like it was the worst thing that Jaemin could have ever done. “You know that we have my blood stored downstairs for reasons like this, you didn’t have to let him drink from you, that’s far too intimate for someone so young-”
“He didn’t.” Jeno stammered, flustered to find that yet again there were far too many instances where intimacy could bleed into simple gestures. “He never gave me a drop, that’s why he asked you for the demonstration, to see if you did.”
“Of course not!” Sehun deadpanned, gazing down at Jeno’s healed arm. “And I’m certain that Yixing didn’t give any to you. He doesn’t like using our blood very often, especially since the consequences are so high…”
“How is it healed?” Jisung wondered.
Jeno finds himself shrugging his shoulders.
“We were both in here last night talking, and then he started complaining that there was like a tingling sensation on his arm. I ripped his bandage off and we saw that.” Jaemin explains to everyone, his pointer finger gesturing across the table at Jeno’s clear arm.
Kyungsoo observes them both but never says anything.
“Well this just keeps getting better.” Haechan giggles from his new position next to Renjun. He had taken the opposite seat so he wouldn’t be in Jaemin’s line of fire.
Before anyone could say anything, Chanyeol slid into the room with a panicked look on his face. He walked straight up to the table and stopped right beside Jeno, he took one look at Mark’s slumped over expression. Jeno shakes his head and Chanyeol decides to continue on with his rant.
“We have a problem.” Haechan and Renjun clink glasses from further down the table, taking a shot of orange juice like it was an alcoholic one.
“Is this about those dickheads yesterday?” Jisung wonders. Even Jeno finds himself snapping to attention at that. Jisung blinks innocently, smiling politely at all of the shocked faces staring back at him.
“I think an angel just lost its wings…” Haechan didn’t even try to whisper to Renjun.
“Anyway,” Chanyeol snapped them all back into the elephant in the room. “Yes it does relate to those dickheads yesterday.” The word sounded strange coming out of Chanyeol’s mouth. “It turns out that there were actually six of them.”
“Six men who came into the territory?” Renjun gapes.
“I only fought against five.” Jaemin looks terrified when he turns to look across the table at Jeno who can practically hear his heartbeat racing in his chest. “I only managed to get five, I never seen the sixth-”
“Jaemin, relax.” Chanyeol leaned forward and gently placed his hand down onto the boy’s shoulder. “You never would have known about this one.”
“Where did he go?”
“He made it to Leeteuk’s territory but don’t worry, Leeteuk's pack took care of him. He didn’t know anything useful, he ran the second the fighting started-”
“Six guys?” Jeno asks again for clarity. “You’re sure that there were six?”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol’s brows furrow in confusion. “Five ATVs but six people in total.”
“Why?” Jaemin’s voice was rushed, his eyes blown wide as he stared at Jeno from across the table. “What’s wrong with the amount?”
“Because six guys are a recon team.” Mark groans, pulling his head up from the table. “Their purpose is to infiltrate territory and scope it out, get to know everything about it and report back. If there were six guys here yesterday, chances are that whoever sent them is hoping to follow.” At everyone else’s surprised expression, his cheeks redden. “I play CoD.”
“Do you actually?” Haechan gasps.
“What does this mean?” Kyungsoo asks, his grip growing insanely on the handle of the kitchen knife in his hand.
“It means that we have a problem.” Jeno admits, turning to look up at Chanyeol who had already craned his head to see him. “But I think we have some time before anything happens. Wolves have a keen sense of smell so they’ll know that the house has humans in it, and if memory serves werewolves don’t like shifting in front of humans so we should be okay until Mark’s parents leave.”
“Is that right?” Mark stares up at Chanyeol who nods his head.
“Yeah. The wolves will probably be circling the territory waiting until Mark’s parents leave to make their visit. That gives us about a week to prepare.”
“What about me?” Jaemin’s voice cracks, his eyes welling up with tears. “What are you going to do with me?”