Destiny Decides (Minsung 18+)

Part 2

"We have no idea how late they'll be." Chan shakes his head as Seungmin and Hyunjin rush to set platters of food on the long table their meeting will take place in. The fabric and wood of the tent provide a soft pitter-patter of the drizzling rain outside, and Minho is organizing his small book of ironically unorganized notes- he can understand them, and that's all that matters.

"They could be right on time, Chan. Try not to stress." Minho speaks up, letting his sweet scent flow more freely so as to calm the alpha.

"I highly doubt the savages will be on time. They kill our pack and-"

"If they are the ones killing our pack, it's because we continue to force our way into the gray, which they've made clear they will guard and hunt in. We keep going out there with little training, little experience, and-"

"So their deaths are on me? We're back to that?"

Chan doesn't look angry, he looks hurt as he snaps his head toward Minho. The omega shakes his head immediately. He's been in a mood all morning, and that's not what Minho was trying to imply. He doesn't want a fight. Chan's shoulders are heavy, he knows that.

"I really don't mean to put that blame on you. I was trying to state the problem in a general way, not... point fingers." He can't help when his scent turns a little less sweet. He's tired of having to explain himself. He's tired of everything. Hyunjin and Seungmin look between each other before casting their eyes back to the set table and quietly exiting the tent.

"Is the pathing guard set up?" Minho tries to change the subject. The new atmosphere is his fault, but he can fix it.

"Yeah..." Chan mutters out, turning away from the omega. "Not that they'll probably need it. Four are coming- probably all alphas. Probably all meant to look intimidating and exert dominance and control."

"It's good that the guard is set." Minho ignores his last comments. He isn't predisposed to hating the "enemy" pack. He doesn't know for sure that it's their pack killing his own- if anything, he thinks they probably consider the gray their territory and he wants to learn why they do what they do. He imagines it's because of the desert that takes up half of their land, which is why they seem to be commandeering the neutral land between their packs.

But he doesn't want theories, he wants to know.

Seungmin walks back into the tent and looks between Minho and Chan. "They've arrived. The guard will be posted around the outside of the tent. They didn't leave people at the border, or anywhere close, as far as we can scent out."

Chan scoffs, shaking his head. "Cocky bastards. Not even setting up defenses."

Confident, likely not cocky. Minho thinks- but he knows not to say that out loud. He lets his scent pour from his gland again, watching Chan's shoulders relax immediately. At least he can do this. He may not be able to return the love that Chan wants and tries to give, but at least he can do this.

The alpha looks towards Minho, eyes traveling to the scent gland that will one day have Chan's teeth marks engraved into it, and then they travel to Minho's birthmark. A small crescent-shaped moon a few shades darker than his natural skin color, sitting above his collarbone near the base of his neck. His mother always thought it was a sign from the Moon. A sign of what, she didn't know, but a sign nonetheless. Chan's always loved it, told Minho he was special for it.

Chan's smile makes him feel like he's not special, though. His smile makes Minho mournful at what he can't provide the alpha. To be looked at with such love, care, and fondness in those eyes... Minho just feels bad. Like an imposter trapped in the wrong castle, high above ground.