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Yiseul just couldn't believe it. What were the damn odds? The odds of having so many soulmates at once? Astonishingly low,but she'd long since come to terms with the fact that she had so many more soulmates than most people. Of so many of them all being in the same idol group? Astronomically low. This was impossible, and yet living proof of it was in front of her in the form of three incredibly attractive (all in different ways, but let's not get into that or else Yiseul's mind is going to become incredibly distracted) men in front of her, not even including the other TWO equally as attractive men not currently present.
What kind of absurd, fanfiction-esque, k-drama-like, shitty romance novel of a life was Yiseul even living at this point? This was so unreal, but it was real.
Yiseul's own panic and confusion and incredulity is obvious as the distress forces her scent to sour in the room, to which all three alphas are quick to pick up on. A usually subtly sweet apple blossoms turns tart and sour, almost vinegary in its aroma.
"Hey, Yiseul, darling, why don't you sit down." Changbin is quick to act, pulling her back and allowing her to sit down on the couch. His and Chan's scents are quick to overpower hers in the room, pumping out an incredibly relaxing and calm mixture of their sandalwood and eucalyptus scents.
The third black cherry scent is notably absent in the air. Though Yisuel doesn't have enough mental cognitive capacity to make more than an absent observation of that fact. She can't further question it, whether perhaps this new soulmate of hers was good at hiding his scent to not distress the overwhelmed omega in the room, or if perhaps he wasn't as pleased with finding her as the others had been.
"I'm sorry," Yiseul eventually says softly, voice weak from her shock. She'd finally reeled in her scent, softening it from its formerly acrid state to its usually soft note of sweetness, allowing it to be willingly overwhelmed by the dominant scents in the room. "I'm usually able to control my scent better."
"It's understandable," Chan says gently, "it's not everyday you meet your soulmate... though less so for you, I imagine, as you've been meeting them in increasingly quick succession recently. So I imagine that's been pretty overwhelming and stressful in its own way."
Yiseul sends Chan a weak smile, feeling the refreshing eucalyptus relax her tense muscles, appreciative of his light humour to diffuse the tension, but also his quick understanding of the situation.
Yiseul nuzzles into Chan to show her appreciation and to get more of his scent, which she finds the best stress relief. He seems equally enamoured by her scent as it sweetens back to its regularly fruity-floral scent of apple blossoms, by the way his chest vibrates with that pleased rumbling sound most alphas make, which had definitely pleased her and her omega's ego. Before she gathers herself enough to take a peak over at the third alpha who'd been silent sitting in shock— his scent absent from the air other than having stained the walls from excessive presence and use of the room, clinging to the furniture he frequented (the couch, which she imagined he'd sat or laid in many times over the years). He's dressed in a comfortable hoodie, which hides most of him, his face also hidden a bit by his unstyled hair.
