Scentless

FEAR

"Yeah, you're me and I'm you, you get it now, right? We're one body, and sometimes we will crash." – Interlude: Shadow – BTS

On the fourth day, Yoongi wakes tucked tightly between his pack mates. He's grateful for their presence as he presses his cheek closer to Taehyung's chest. He's also grateful for their warmth, aware that his fever has finally broken. He stretches, careful not to wake the omegas, and wiggles his way out from their embrace.

Jimin wakes long enough for Yoongi to reassure him that he's fine. "I'm going to take a bath," he whispers.

Jimin nods blearily and crawls into Taehyung's embrace. Yoongi takes a moment at the foot of the bed to gaze lovingly at the two omegas. They're exhausted. They must be after helping him through what he knew was a particularly taxing heat. Both of them had commented on it, noting how he was still raring to go long after either of them would have been passed out in his place. But he feels closer to them for it. Feels his pack bonds more vibrantly.

Taehyung twitches, and Yoongi realizes he'd been purring. It's something he's unused to, but the omegas assured him it's natural, although it only happens when an omega feels completely safe and loved. He exits the room so as not to wake them with his sounds. They deserve to rest, and he determins to make them breakfast after he washes off four days' worth of slick and cum.

Namjoon is still nowhere to be seen, and Yoongi feels a modicum of worry for the alpha as he makes his way downstairs to the bathroom. He knows why the alpha left and is infinitely grateful that he'd been able to pull himself away from Yoongi and summon his pack, but that only leads the pale wolf to worry more about the alpha now.

He turns on the water, gathering a washrag and towel from the small cabinet before stepping into the lukewarm tub of water. He sinks up to his neck, reveling in the luxury of it all as he lathers up with Namjoon's shampoo and soap. He'd spent too many days bathing in chilly rivers and lakes to not appreciate even the slight warmth.

Once he's clean, he dries and pulls on Namjoon's robe. The one the alpha usually lends to him will have to be washed. Content, he heads for the kitchen. He gathers ingredients for a simple breakfast, every intention of replacing them later, and moves to the sink where he finds a small, dead rodent. Sitting outside the window is a familiar feathered face.

"You can tell your boss it's safe to return," Yoongi tells the hawk, not sure if it can understand him. It blinks several times before taking off.

Yoongi smiles and returns to preparing breakfast, making and extra serving just in case.

By the time he's done cooking, he starts to feel as if something's not quite right. His wolf has been quiet ever since he woke. As he heads upstairs to wake his pack mates, he reaches inward. He visibly flinches when his wolf lashes out at him, eyes flashing red rather than their usual blue.

What is wrong with you?

All he gets is a feeling of simmering aggression, a flash of fear, and the distinct impression that his wolf is fighting something back.

"What the hell?"

He tries to reach for his wolf again, only to wince as pain shoots through his head. He snarls, the sound surprising him. Whatever was happening, it fills Yoongi with a sense of dread.

"Yoongi?" Taehyung's deep voice breaks his concentration.

He looks down the hall to see Taehyung and Jimin huddled outside the door to Namjoon's bedroom, both clad in the cloaks he'd fashioned for them. They look... good. Like, impossibly good with their sleep tousled hair and flushed skin.