𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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Iseul purposefully leaves his and Kwangsoo's son alone once they reach his home. (As much as he hates bringing him in here, it's the closest and most private place they could go.) Kwangsoo may not choose to believe his own suspicions, but if he doesn't, he's sure proof will be waiting for them.

He doubts an alpha's going to want to stay away from their potential omega after seeing their life threatened, even if Yeonjun was aware he wasn't really going to kill him.

And his doubts are reasonable because once his dad and Kwangsoo are out of sight, Yeonjun rushes to Beomgyu's side. Though, Beomgyu's quick to push him away-albeit half-heartedly-as he plops down onto the couch.

"I don't trust him," Beomgyu says, staring at the wall their fathers disappeared behind like he could burn holes through it. "How do I know he doesn't plan on killing him?" Beomgyu turns his head towards Yeonjun, looking at him with a mixture of expectancy and sass.

"My dad's a reasonable guy, he's not going to leave you all without a clan leader." Yeonjun huffs, brows lowering and lips pulling into a pout.

Despite his annoyance at the accusation—and the incredulous look Beomgyu is currently giving him—Yeonjun sits in the space next to the omega, where he can't help but flicker his gaze downwards. He doesn't like that he cares, but he wants to make sure there's no marks along his neck from his dad's rings.

So he checks, brings his middle and index finger up to hold Beomgyu's chin (who surprisingly doesn't bat him away), and runs his eyes along the omega's neck. Ignoring the saliva that laves his mouth when he catches the sight of Beomgyu's scent gland peeking out from under his shirt.

He frees Beomgyu's chin and drops his hand to his lap, clearing his throat and staring back at the crystal glass decoration from earlier. "Sorry I couldn't help you." He sighs, disappointed noted in his voice.

"I didn't expect you to," Beomgyu replies bluntly, his monotone words increasing Yeonjun's disappointment in himself.

They sit in silence until Beomgyu clears his throat. "What do you think they're talking about?"

He's staring back at the wall when Yeonjun looks up at him before following his gaze. He fills his cheeks with air before letting it go. "If we're bonded..."

Beomgyu furrows his brows, shock widening his eyes go as he faces Yeonjun, meeting his side-profile instead.

Yeonjun spares him a glance before he continues, "my father thinks we're bonded, that's why he checked your neck."

"That's not possible... we didn't-"

"I know," Yeonjun interrupts, sighing and looking down at his hands in his lap. He presses the pads of his fingers together gently, repeating the action a few times to distract himself. "Have you heard of an accidental scent bond?"

Beomgyu snorts, it's meant to be distasteful but it comes out woeful. "That's not a real thing." His sentence dies down as it approaches its end, a bond would explain their behaviour but it makes no sense... In the small chance of that bonding type being real, surely they'd have to scent each other a lot more than they had to form it.

Yeonjun shakes his head. "It's rare. Extremely rare, in fact, but it's real..."

"What happened at the opening..." The opening a colloquial name for the landscape where he'd first scented Beomgyu while they were sitting in a tree.