Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Shen Wenlang x D4: {Packed Comfort} [F]

TW for: Past/Present domestic abuse

POV: 3rd Person

  Wenlang had known going back to that stupid house was a terrible idea. Which is why he was now wondering why he even came to begin with - ah, maybe Hua Yong was right, he really did have only air in his head. He should've stayed as far away as possible because it wasn't like his father wanted to see his face.

  That was made obvious when all he did to greet his own son - who he had known never saw of him as one, because Wenlang knows for a fact he was born just for his dad to baby-lock that abusive Alpha Shen Yu - was throw harsh insults at him and beat him like he had always done.

  There was definitely a reason why all that man did when Wenlang came home from school, away from Gao Tu's safe presence, was avoiding him like a plague or seek him out to throw his anger on Wenlang. Like he had been the one to kill his dad. As if it was all Wenlang's fault that Ying Yi had left the both of them.

  Ying Yi had been the reason why Wenlang had even stemmed his hate on Omegas in the first place. Seeing each one of them had made his blood boil yet grow cold at the same time. Because it had pained him to remember how he had been left behind by the only one who showed him warmth and light. Abandoned him in the dark manor with a father who had not cared, who had yelled him for dirtying the floor with his blood when he was still a pup. Omegas were selfish indeed, that was what Wenlang told himself, even if he knew that if he were in the same shoes as his dad, he would've run away too.

  He always had bad luck, so as he came into the house, there was already a stench of alcohol. Even when he wanted to turn back, for some reason he did not. He just wanted to understand what had happened to Ying Yi. He needed to.

  Wenlang knows he's misplaced his hate on innocent biology, grouping them all, even when he knew not all were terrible. His dad was kind as the sun itself, so if he had wanted closure, and to love Gao Tu more now that he's learned the truth, to love all three of them without hindrance, he has to do this.

  His pack loves him, and Wenlang had walked in with their scents all over him. The calm of Sage, Orange Rum that comforted him, and Ghost Orchid that protected. He felt confident that he would at least come out with a few bruises.

  But now he had curled on the white marble, remnants of glass cutting into his face. Alcohol burning his nose and hard stings on his ribs. He would fight back, but his Omega dad had always told him to obey his father no matter what. His loyalty would be the death of him, listening to everything of those he trusts without second thought, even if it landed him where he was now. Even if he had wronged himself for the sake of Hua Yong pursuit of their pack mate.

  Wenlang listened for so long, he never fought back. Even to those people in high school, he had never wasted his breath because Gao Tu would do it, and no one would dare lift a finger to do any real physical harm to an S-Level Alpha who could bring them to their knees without even sparing a glance. It wasn't like Shen Yu cared enough about him to teach him how to defend himself in those situations anyway.

  He was thrown out of the manor without any grace. Staggering back home to his pack, he had tried his best to not draw any attention to himself. With his head down, he slid off his shoes and put them on the rack, like Tu had always told him to do. He showered right away, despite the sting of soap on the wounds, like Shaoyu had always wanted. Wenlang put on the softest knitted sweater that covered yet a soft color like how Yong would like.

  But the scent of his distress had been too easy to notice by Yong, his nose picking up on the tinge of blood and antiseptic when he entered the penthouse. "Something's wrong."

  No matter what Wenlang did to stall them, locking the door and pretending he was asleep, nothing could stop Shaoyu from barreling in. Bringing him close without trying to hurt him. All three scents had wrapped around him like the home he wished he had when he was younger. Comforting and lulling him pliant. "Are you okay?" Tu's by his side, too. The Omega had placed him on his lap, planting soft kisses on him, Sage directly put on his gland aiming to soothe.

  "You're with us now, you're okay." Shaoyu pulled his head to his chest, the velvety tie and the smell of Rum creating a comfortable spot to lay.

  "Who did this to you?" Yong had always skipped the soft parts, jumping to the solution to their problems with fifty steps in his head already planned out. Ghost Orchid, overwhelmingly hostile, yet wrapped around the three of them with the type of protectiveness that only an Enigma could manage.

  He knows what they'll do if he says it, and he can't. Because Ying Yi had loved his husband even if he treated him badly, he can't do it. Hua Yong is capable of things that should not be said, Wenlang knows. After all, they were the first two of their pack. "Hua Yong, you're scaring him right now." Shaoyu had clicked his tongue, and nuzzled Wenlang even closer to his chest.

  Without looking, he knows those eyes are going pink with fury. "I really won't do anything. I promise. Just a little bit. Barely anything."

  "Let's not worry about that right now." Tu rubs his eyes from behind his glasses, face still pushing into the crook of the Alpha's neck.

  They don't bother to wash for longer than they should, taking turns and coming back to Wenlang's side. They build a nest. Rubbing their scents on every fabric on Wenlang's bed, and squeezed in like they normally would.

  They're careful to sooth his sides, they fed him small amounts of food, and nuzzled. Close and warm, packing up with comforting pheromones as they plant multiple kisses on his head.

  The alpha doesn't notice when it happened, but he had already fallen to a peaceful slumber. Something that was rare to come by before they had formed this pack. He cherishes it as much as they do.

  And that was enough for him.

   Wenlang doesn't hear much about his father, but from the look on Hua Yong's face after coming home late one night in the following week, he could only feel a little bit of a relief.

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Author's Note: W in Wenlang stands for WHUMP