Jeong Yunho left his home and everything he'd ever known. At 24 years old, he was yet to present and life under his Uncle's thumb was getting worse as the years went on. Yunho knew he had to get as far away as possible. When he found himself in the...
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Yunho felt like he was both suffocating and floating through space at the same time. His body was actively trying to tear itself apart and put itself back together again with no instructions. His limbs felt incredibly sluggish and heavy. As if he were trying to wade through already hardened snow or mud. Voices around him were muddled with only a few words reaching his mind here and there.
Hands touched Yunho with gentle caresses. Familiar scents that used to be muted were suddenly assaulting him to an almost overwhelming degree. It wasn't quite like being scent drunk before, but almost. He whined when Yeosang pulled away from him, not understanding why. He wanted more of his meadow flowers and lavender.
"Sh...Yunho, let Doctor Park have a quick look." Hongjoong caught Yunho's hand and rubbed his thumb over his wrist.
Yeosang curled up in Seonghwa's lap nearby so that he could watch. Despite everyone's worries, he was determined to stay close for Yunho's presentation. Yeosang trusted him, just like he trusted the others. Yunho was too gentle of a person for his presentation to change that. He only moved because Doctor Park needed room to work.
Yunho groaned at another searing pain and rolled toward Hongjoong's voice. Alpha...safe...protect. Something inside him spoke calmly and Yunho believed it. Even with their rocky beginning, Hongjoong had never truly harmed him. He had acted out of instinct to protect his Pack and Mate. Yunho respected that and sought him out even when he felt so vulnerable. Instinct seemed to draw him even closer. The need to be near the Head Alpha felt almost unbearable.
"Try and get him to lay flat for me, please." Doctor Park spoke over Yunho as he placed a cool hand against his forehead.
Yunho flinched at the touch but felt soothed at the same time. He wasn't sure when his hair had gotten so wet. Perhaps someone had dumped a glass of water on him when he wasn't aware. He followed Hongjoong's directions and slowly laid on his back again. Yunho was eager for more praising fingers through his hair and a part of him was convinced he would get it if he listened to the doctor.
"Yunho, how are you feeling?" Mingi's voice seemed to cut through the haze for a moment.
"Mm...hurts...hot?" Yunho forced himself to focus. He managed few words around the thick feeling of his tongue in his mouth. It felt like he'd swallowed cotton that somehow managed to make it's way into his brain instead of his stomach.
"That's normal, puppy. You'll be okay, promise." Seonghwa said from somewhere to his right.
"His symptoms definitely seem to align with presentation." Doctor Park pressed his fingers against Yunho's wrist to gather his pulse then shifted the collar of his shirt to get a look at his scent glands.
A low rumble surprised Yunho. He wasn't sure who was growling or why someone else was suddenly stroking the side of his face. He let out a sigh and the sound stopped. Confused, Yunho tried to pry his eyes open again but groaned at the bright light.
