The perfect companion | Sansang

C9

Nerves made his skin tingle as he paced around the small apartment. San's scent lingered inside the room, but it was almost overwhelming as he approached his bed. He licked his lips and decided to take a shower. He could smell it on his clothes and on his skin, even though it had been hours since he had left and he had no idea when he would return.

The bathroom was brand new, but there was no lock on the door. That made him hesitate about getting naked, but he wanted to get rid of San's smell and for his body to return to normal. Hunger made his stomach protest as the warm water ran over his body. He had skipped lunch and he had always needed to eat regularly. He quickly washed his hair and then dried it.

He bit his lip, looked at his dirty clothes, and then pressed his ear to the door to make sure San hadn't returned. He opened it slowly.

All of his senses seemed to have awakened upon coming into contact with the werewolves and it made him wonder if the traits, which he thought he had not inherited from his father, had only remained dormant because he had not before needed them. He approached the closet, opened it, looked at the nine drawers and debated whether he should look through his things or not. It only took him a few seconds to decide that he would rather face the wolf clothed than with a wet towel. He opened a drawer full of t-shirts, pulled one out, and dropped the towel. San's shirt was very large and reached the middle of his thighs. He opened another drawer to look for some underwear.

"Shit" he gasped.

His eyes widened when he saw the pile of boxes. There were hundreds of colored condoms. He closed the drawer and opened another. Why does he need so many? His next thought created a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. How many do you sleep with? The mental image of San with others made him feel uneasy and decidedly very bitchy.

He heard someone enter the security code on the door and Yeosang turned around, straightening up, fear taking over him as he watched it open. San took a few steps into the room and then suddenly froze, his head turning in his direction after sniffing the air.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took a shower and borrowed some of your clothes."

Yeosang didn't miss the tense expression on his handsome face or how his body hardened or how he balled his hands into fists at his sides as his intense gaze moved down his body. The color of his eyes darkened as he watched him. He didn't say anything, he didn't move, but he just stared at her bare legs.

"Have you found the men you were looking for? Can I go home now?"

He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at his face, "No, it seems that someone told them that he was angry and they have gone into hiding, I will find them. Tomorrow they have to attend a pack meeting and I will be waiting for them, I ... " he looked down at his legs again, "I thought you would be hungry, I am."

"I'm starving."

"At any moment they will bring us dinner, when I was coming here, I called the cook to prepare our food."

"Thank you, is something wrong with my legs? You're looking at them."

He looked at him with amusement, "Sorry."

"Can you tell me where you keep your underwear?"

"You don't need them."

This made him raise his eyebrows, "I need them, this shirt doesn't cover me much, I would be more comfortable if I wore something under it."

His nose flared and a soft growl escaped between his parted lips, "Aren't you wearing anything?" blush warmed his cheeks.

"I'm starting to realize that you have a bad habit of asking me personal questions, In which drawer do you keep your pants? I don't want to open any more blindly."