𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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Yeonjun brings a book with him after he escapes the meeting with the clan committee, though he's not sure he'll be able to focus on the words, he hopes it will calm him and decrease the sudden violent urges he's been having.

His feet pick up into a light jog before turning into a full sprint.

His quick feet move against the solid ground until he meets an opening where a lone tree stands. He walks the last few steps taking deep breaths to regain the air that's been ripped away from his lungs, ending with a deep exhale as his breathing returns to normal.

It's when he's standing in front of the tree that he realises his brain has been quiet during his run. Quieter than it'd been all week and he seriously considers taking up jogging when he's stressed instead of relaxing in a quiet area. That's quickly scrapped, shaking his head in disagreement. The one physical exercise he hates most is cardio.

He puts his book between his teeth, hard enough to dent its cover and blames it on the little runt that takes up half his conscience too. His alpha's surprisingly hard to bargain with.

He climbs the tree effortlessly, the same way he does every time he comes here, with little thought and muscle memory.

He sighs as his back hits off a thick branch, wide enough to hold his entire back and still have room. He places his feet out on another branch in front of him, knees up and exposed to anyone who might go by, but the majority of his body is hidden by the tree.

He runs his fingers along the book's cover. A fresh bite mark on it makes him pout in shame, the book ruined by his new lack of control.

He distracts himself from the whispering annoyance about it and opens his book to the page that he recently dog-eared and scans the words. Again, and again, and again. He shakes his head, unable to read the words and repeats, looking over them again, he fails to process them.

He goes to throw a mini-tantrum and groan when he catches onto a noise and his head shoots up. He spots a boy with a messy wolf-cut and a slender figure covered up with a grey jumper and black joggers. Hands in his pockets as he looks around aimlessly.

"What are you doing here?" Beomgyu jumps at his harsh voice and spins on his feet, deer-like eyes meeting Yeonjun. Beomgyu doesn't usually flinch at the sound of irritation in his voice, surprising himself when he does.

Yeonjun forgets all about the book in his lap, holding it open with his hand while he watches Beomgyu with curiosity.

It looks like Beomgyu is internally fighting with himself too, before his look of distress (mixed with the slight fear Yeonjun caused him) turns into one of anger. It doesn't seem to be directed at Yeonjun, he's back to barely acknowledging him as he looks around his surroundings.

He lets his shoulders tilt up once, shrugging. He pouts, uncertain as to why his feet have taken him here.

He's so out of place Yeonjun almost feels bad for him, his puppy eyes blown wide.

Catching onto his insane thoughts, Yeonjun narrows his eyes at Beomgyu, but his head tilts against his will. Intrigued.

Don't be curious about him, he mentally curses. He rarely has control of his thoughts these days. Beomgyu is a runt, nothing to be intrigued about but everything to avoid.

"What are you doing here?" Beomgyu counters without the irritation the elder held, but with curiosity.

He meets Yeonjun's eyes after scanning the desolate area. It's the two of them in a quiet area only few people know about. Beomgyu hadn't known it existed until now, but he's a curious person so he guesses a part of him wanted to explore.