Hyunjin's seven pet wolves (SKZ werewolf AU)- OT8

Hyunjin sleepwalks (again)

Maybe they were right about trying to force him out of his apartment before the worst of the weather hit, because a day later when Hyunjin tried to leave for his morning art class- he could hardly see his fingers in front of his face with just how aggressively the wind was whipping snow right into his eyes.

He made it about halfway to class before he couldn't feel his fingers or his toes and he had to trudge the walk of shame all the way back to his apartment complex and email his professor from his phone (because he didn't own a laptop of any sort and he couldn't send him a messenger pigeon.) that he couldn't make it.

So he remained cooped up in his apartment for the rest of the week, the weather utterly unforgiving. It was frozen on the inside of his sad apartment and even if the crack in his window was leaking stale air and frost, he would stay because he paid for the apartment with his own small salary.

What even was the point in paying for his own apartment if he didn't actually use it?

He spent the week huddling underneath piles of blankets in his small bathtub because the restroom was the warmest smallest area in his apartment, especially when he had three layers of fuzzy socks on and was rubbing his feet together to create friction.

Jisung had jokingly called him a cricket at the habit.

He occasionally texted the others, just to let them know that he was alive and not 'frozen under the snow somewhere' as they all worried.

Though, honestly, Hyunjin wasn't too sure if he was alive himself because that night, when the snow momentarily stopped and the clouds cleared enough for him to bundle up and sit on the patio to catch up on his art, the pain started.

It began as a dull itching underneath his skin as he as he looked up and painted the pretty full moon- then quickly transformed into an unbearable pulsing ache that made Hyunjin feel so hot that he was tempted to strip his jacket.

He really needed to get out of these clothes.

He was burning.

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Something was wrong. Something was utterly wrong and Chan could feel it in his bones, like a tug to his gut that he couldn't ignore.

Any other day, and Chan would have chalked up the weird feeling to it being a full moon- but he'd lived through many full moons and never felt like this before. His rut had already passed a month ago, along with the others, so it couldn't have been that, either.

He kicked his sheets to the side and made a beeline straight out of his room to find the source of his worry. They had all already gone for a run as soon as the moon was up, and normally they would stay out running all night as a pack, but they had all been exhausted and lingered more towards the house until the restless energy under their skin dissipated.

Weird, and rare, but not alarming.

More uncommon was for the restless energy to come back twice as strong so late that it could be considered early in the morning.

He shuffled around their warm den to check the other rooms, and when he first stumbled upon Jisung's empty room, it wasn't too strange because he slept with Minho in his more often than not. But then, when Minho's was empty...

Chan hadn't noticed that he was letting out an anxious scent as he checked the rest of the room until he smelled a combatting chocolatey one from the living room, purposefully strong to calm him down. There were noises too, but Chan's brain was too much in overdrive for him to make them out as he entered the living room.

Immediately, the tension left his body when he saw everyone lounging about, all looking just as anxious as he was. Felix wrapped him in a warm hug a moment later and Chan bent his neck to nose at his scent gland.