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Taehyung After dinner, Hoseok shows me around the kitchen to help me familiarize myself with the chores he expects me to complete while he's at work . "Plates and cups are up here" he instructs, pointing to the top cabinet. "Min-jun has his plate and cups down here. Always use his plates and cups to feed him. He will break the glass ones and hurt himself. Also, he will try to help you with the dishes. It's just an excuse to play with the water. You can let him wash his own dishes but give them a good rinse yourself when he's not looking," he chuckles softly, my heart fluttering at the gentle sound. I wish he would laugh more... I wish I could make him laugh... "You can find all the cleaning supplies under the sink here to clean the kitchen. There's also a supply closet in the hall with other things like bleach and floor cleaner. The closet is locked so min-jun can't get into it. Keep it locked at all times ," he says, opening a small kitchen drawer to reveal the key to the closet. Hoseok thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what other information I need. "Oh, here's a list of contacts!" he exclaims, rushing the room, "which reminds me, I will need to clear you to pick him up tomorrow." He writes a note to himself on the sheet. "This is the extension to the clinic where I work so you can reach me, this is my phone number, and this" he points to the last number hesitantly, as if struggling to decide if he could tell who that phone number belonged to. "Look, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone what I am about to tell you." I raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs at himself . "Oh right. You don't talk" he mumbles sheepishly. "You get what I mean though so promise" he demands. Unable to actually give him my word that I would never tell a soul his secret, I cross my heart and he nods in approval. "This is the number to the bookshop jimin hyung works at. He's a witch" he whispers. "If min-jun is ever hurt you take him to jimin hyung. Forget the hospital. They won't know what to do with him. He's not human. "The blood drains from my face. Hoseok is in alliance with a witch, the mortal enemies of half werewolves? I turn to the little boy watching playing with his wolf. He's not human? "He's a wolf" hoseok mutters in distaste. "But he won't ever become one of you. I'll make sure of that." His words sting but I ignore his comment as Mark's voice fills my head. So he's had a mate before ... Mark whispers, remembering what he said about he can't do this again. It must have not ended well for him to hate mates so much. The thought of him being hurt by another wolf angers me. Who could be so stupid to have given up a life time with him and min-jun? "Jimin hyung is currently on a trip but he should return soon" hoseok says, interrupting my thoughts. "I know witches and wolves don't get along but he is family. You will treat him with utmost respect. Am I clear?" I don't like the idea of a witch being near him but I nod at his request. He finishes the tour of the house and takes min-jun to bed. I unpack the shopping bags from my trip with ji-won and I hop in the shower to get ready for work. It's nice to have a little moment to myself after feeling suffocated by Hoseok's constant glares. He didn't like me yet, but he could at least try not to give me a murderous look every time our eyes met. Steam follows me as I step out of the shower and I walk into the bedroom, wrapped only in a towel. I rummage through the drawers and pull out a black t-shirt, jeans and underwear. As I slip on a pair of boxers, the faint scent of vanilla and lavender fills my nostrils and I hear a gasp from behind me. I turn immediately to find Hoseok staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. My mind becomes flustered and I scramble to cover my manhood, tripping over the towel and crashing onto the bed with a groan. Words cannot express the sheer embarrassment that courses around my thighs, my dick on full display for him to see. Hoseok bolts away from the door, muttering an apology as he scrambles out of the room. Mark howls with laughter at my display of idiocy, unable to contain his sheer delight at my fumble. You are such a dork, he wheezes uncontrollably. I lay on the bed, unable to muster any strength to move, every muscle in my body frozen from the mortification. Not only had he seen my dick, he had likely seen the scars on my body, I realize, my heart rate soaring. Would he be disgusted by them? Mark stops his laughter and sighs. I don't know. Feeling sick to my stomach, I contemplate not going to work at all but I remind myself that I have a responsibility to ji-won and now to hoseok. I could not skip out on work even if I felt like fainting. I finish dressing and after a useless pep talk from mark, I slowly make my way towards the kitchen, finding hoseok reading on the couch. "A - are you alright?" Hoseok asks, his voice soft as a blush flushes on his cheeks. I sigh in relief that he doesn't bring up my scars and nod, looking away in my own embarrassment. Just then, Namjoon hyung knocks on the door, ready to take me to work, Hoseok does not spare me a glance so I simply go to ji-won's room and kiss her goodnight. "He doesn't want to murder you." Ji-won says as she kisses my cheek "Easy for you to say" I groan. "Be patient." I nod, kissing her temple and running out of the house to Namjoon hyungs car. Work at The Moon lounge is uneventful, only a handful of drunk clients attempting to bother the servers and dancers. Several of the strippers offer me a dance as a thanks for my service but I refuse. I had hoseok to think about. He had made it clear I could not speak to other women or fem-males and I would not disrespect his wishes, no matter how challenging they were in my line of work. Him, min-jun and ji-won came above anyone else. Relief fills my muscles when the clock strikes four am and I hurriedly clock out, Namjoon hyung, Jin hyung and I groaning with exhaustion. I'm dropped off at the house and I tiptoe quietly inside. Having not slept at all in the past 36 hours, every muscle in my body screams for a warm bed. There's no way he'll let me share the bed with him, I sigh. Are you an Alpha or not? Mark growls, his mind also tired. Only by blood, I remind him, recalling all the names my father spewed at me for my lack of spine. Hoseok will never take you seriously if you let him walk all over you like everyone else has in your life . "Well what do you suggest, mutt?" I growl in annoyance. "I'm doing everything in my power to please him. This is HIS home after all." Which he agreed to share with YOU, he growls back. So by default, you have some say here too. I still don't understand what he means and he heaves a heavy sigh. Grab a pen and paper, he says, instructing me to write a note for his plan. With the note in my shaking hands, I quietly sneak into the bedroom, finding the pillow and blanket folded neatly on the floor for me. Not a chance, mark snarls. We deserve a warm bed tonight. I gulp nervously and begin to undress down to my boxers and find the pair of pajama bottoms I had bought to make Hoseok more comfortable around me. Now dressed for sleep, I pace back and forth, unable to bring myself to climb in with him. Just fucking do it. I'm tired! Mark snaps l inhale a large breath of air and let it out nice and slow. With whatever confidence I can muster, I tiptoe to the left side of the bed with the most space left and lift the covers up slowly. At a snail's pace, I take a seat and swing my legs under the covers. At the sudden shift in bed. Hoseok reaches for the bedside table and turns on the lamp, the room filling with dim yellow light. There's a small dagger in his hand pointed at me but when he sees it's just me sitting beside him, a glare of death settles on his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarls, throwing the dagger back in its place in the bedside table. "You're supposed to be sleeping on the floor." Don't give in ... Mark warns. Hand her the note. Determined to look like the strong Alpha Mark made me believe I could be, I hand him the note which he rips out of my grip and reads aloud. "You can either share the bed with me or take the floor yourself. Either way, I'm sleeping on the bed." he looks up at me with fire in his grey eyes. "This was not part of the agreement!" Hoseok snaps. Mark tells me to stand my ground and I point to the paper again, unwilling to move. He stares angrily at me, refusing to move an inch himself. Seeing that neither of use was willing to move and he was not going to attack me, I settle into the bed and pull the covers to my chin. His breathing goes heavy and he lets out a frustrated scream into his pillow before smacking me with it and shoving it between us. "You better fucking stay on your side of the bed or I swear to god I will take that fucking dagger and shove it up your ass!" he screams, turning his back to me and turning off the light. I turn to the side to hide my grin, unable to believe Mark's idea had worked. See? Mark snaps. It's not that hard to take a stand. Just shut up and take the win already, I sigh sleepily, just grateful to not be on the floor again. I curl up on my side and after a few minutes, I let myself drift off into the darkness.
