𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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Beomgyu's a cheat.

While Yeonjun's at home slowly draining his bloodstream of Beomgyu's lingering phero-mones, he's locked himself in his bedroom with Yeonjun's hoodie tucked under his nose.

In his defence, he was instructed to stay in his room until he's taken to a facility tomorrow. The fact he was smart enough (or not) to save his irritability for then—by greedily breathing in Yeonjun's scent—isn't his fault.

Freshly showered, the thin veil of earthy scent no longer coats his skin, and the hoodie is the best he can do to keep the alpha around when he
can't physically.

Beomgyu buries his nose deeper into the hoodie lying across his arms and inhales deeply, muscles slumping under his skin as the pheromones enter his nose. It's incredibly faint, almost torturous with the way it teases him, but it's also enough to sedate him.

He doesn't know how, considering he knows it's Yeonjun's scent set Jiseob off into his horrendous frenzy. But he can think of one reason it has a positive effect on him.

"This whole thing's ridiculous; we're obviously bonded." Beomgyu mutters to himself with a roll of his eyes, voice quietened by the calmness that overtakes him along with the alpha's scent.

He has no doubts, doubts are stupid at this point. The evidence is right in front of their eyes. He hates that they have to be certain in case there's the chance of their bond being close, but not ye, to the threshold. With how much has happened within this day alone, he can't see it being an almost formed bond.

He flipped out when he heard about Yeonjun's courting; Yeonjun freaked when Iseul had his hand wrapped around Beomgyu's throat (despite being in on the plan), and the scenting to calm each other down working unsurprisingly well.

It all leads to one thing... Beomgyu knows it.

He doesn't know how it happened, but he knows their bonded.

A set of knocks on his bedroom door startles the young omega and he instinctively hides the hoodie beneath his arms, pretending he was resting his head on his arm.

"Yes?" he calls out and the person on the other side doesn't open the door, aware of the rule not to.

"Honey?" His mother calls out and Beomgyu sees the door handle shift the smallest amount, as if she's resting her hand on the one on the other side of the door. It must be hard for her not to come to her child when she knows he's going through something like this, it's a mother's instinct to comfort her child. "I came to check on you and make sure you're alright, you've been through a lot today..."

"I'm sure you're overwhelmed with how every-thing's seemed to come crashing down on you within a few hours... If you need someone to talk to- -Anyone, you know I'm here for you?" she says more like a question, hope in her voice for her child to confide in her.

Beomgyu's eyes prick with tears that he forces away and he takes a moment to steady his breathing.  "Yeah," he answers without a wilt.
"I know..." His voice falters and he swallows the lump in his throat, hitting his forehead off his forearms.

The tip of his nose meets the hoodie he'd hidden and he gratefully inhales, closing his eyes as tears spill.

"I-I'm okay though..." He laughs joylessly, hoping it's convincing enough for his mother to believe. "I've never been one to let things get to me, but if I ever do, I know I have you."

And Beomgyu knows he does, he's well aware his mother would sit and listen to him for hours if he could ever trust himself to open up to her with his problems. It's hard enough to imagine being vulnerable like that with someone—maybe he could overcome that reason alone—but when combined with the idea that whatever upsets him will burden the person he told from then onwards stops him from ever confiding in anyone.