The Nose Blind Wolf.

Chapter 8.

The omega looks a little worse for wear - his eyes sleepy and a bit swollen, hair in complete disarray, and a slight limp in his steps. However, he does look more alive, healthy even. More importantly however, his heat is finally fading. All of them, sans Bobby, can smell it receding.

"Oh, well look who's finally awake," Jinhwan greets the younger with a smile.

"I'm hungry," Junhoe mumbles, patting his stomach.

"Well lucky you. I was just about to run out to get a few things. I'll make dinner tonight. You just rest." Jinhwan pats the younger on the shoulder before turning to Hanbin and Donghyuk. "You two, come with me why don't you?" He grabs both of them by the collar of their shirts, dragging them towards the front door without any further protests.

"And I'll head back home," Bobby announces in murmur, attempting to flee the apartment behind the beta and his posse.

But Jinhwan refuses him passage. The elder stomps his foot down in front of the Alpha, effectively stopping him in his tracks with a sweet, sweet smile on his face. "Sit down. Relax. I'll make you dinner just like I promised, okay?"

Bobby swallows thickly and nods his head meekly in agreement. Jinhwan waits, watching, until the Alpha mechanically turns around and heads back into the kitchen where Junhoe is practically falling asleep against the counter. The beta leaves with the other two then, leaving Bobby standing in the middle of the kitchen, across the table from Junhoe who has his hands braced on top of the table, eyes fluttering open and shut as he tries to fight off sleep.

"You...you should sleep if you're still tired," Bobby suggests, scratching at his chin.

Junhoe looks up at him with tired eyes before stubbornly shaking his head. "My sheets are disgusting. Don't want to sleep on it," the omega grumbles, picking up one of the half empty glasses of water on the table to sip at it. He just so happens to pick up Bobby's.

"Where do you keep your extra sheets?"

"Hallway closet," Junhoe answers, taking another sip of water.

Nodding his head, Bobby gratefully takes the opportunity to escape. He pulls out a clean set of sheets from the closet and drags them into Junhoe's room where he proceeds to replace them with the soiled sheets on the bed. He dumps the soiled sheets into a laundry hamper in the corner of the room and claps his hands together in satisfaction as he takes in the newly made bed.

"Hey, Junhoe," he calls for the omega, poking his head outside of the room. A moment later, the younger comes shuffling down the hallways, still looking more asleep than awake. The Alpha smiles sympathetically at him, motioning for him to come inside. "I changed your bedsheets so it should be more comfortable now," Bobby says.

Junhoe hums, crawling into bed without preamble and curling up into his pillow. He sighs at the nice, clean smell, eyes slipping shut again. "How are you feeling?" He cracks one eye open to stare at Bobby.

"Tired," he mumbles, eye sliding shut again.