Rogue

8

Mark paced his room, he had never felt this type of feeling before, it hurt, it felt like something was being trapped inside him trying to get out. He sat on his bed and let his head fall, thoughts running through his head like crazy, until he smelled that sweet, intoxicating smell.

He jerked his head towards the door where he saw the shadow underneath. He saw the knob beginning to turn but ran and grabbed it before it could be opened.

"Mark?"  God his voice was heavenly, sweet like honey and just reminded him of all things good and joyful.

"Yes?" Mark kept his head down, trying very had to not let the feelings overtaking him affect his voice. "My dad wants you to come down for dinner," Mark sighed, he was nervous about going to dinner with everything going on.

"I'm not really that hungry, sorry" He bit his lip, hoping the beautiful boy would leave him and his panicking heart alone. The pause lasted what seemed like minutes, but was really only a few seconds.

"You know, I would really like to get to know you Mark, I hear you're a great sparring partner, maybe tonight we could talk about training together?" Mark sighed again at the puppy dog eyes he pictured Yugeom making. How could he say no to that cute imaginary face?

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute, let me change." His body was stiff as he waited for his footsteps to disappear down the stairs. When he finally heard him gone he fell down to the floor.

I think I'm dying

A few minutes later Mark was approaching the dining room, he saw Jinyoung placing the food on the table, Jackson and Kunpimook helping, Jaejin and Yugeom sat at the table.

Jaejin spotted Mark and waved him over with a smile, "Mark, good to see you down, have a seat next to Yugeom, you two need toget to know each other."

Mark only nodded awkwardly, he avoided eye contact and Yugeom's smile as he sat in his seat. Jinyoung placed his plate in front of him, and he thanked him quietly with a small bow of his head. Dinner began once Jinyoung took his seat between his father and Kunpimook, as Jackson sat on the other side of Mark.

"So Mark are you and Yugeom going to train tomorrow,  he's one of our packs best fighters, a fight between the both of you would be very interesting to see." Yugeom's father smiled towards Mark, but it seemed more like a mischievous smirk, but he took a bite of food before Mark could see it clearly.

"I'd really like to spar Mark," Yugeom turned towards him, placing a hand on his knee and slightly shaking him excitedly, "Jinyoung told me you're really good, I always love a competition." Mark's knee suddenly felt warm, and he breathing felt quicker. He pretended to casually shift his leg in order to shrug off his hand.

"Yeah, I'd enjoy a worthy opponent for once." The table laughed, and casual dinner talk continued, and Mark became slightly more comfortable, but not any less aware of Yugeom's touches and quick brushes. He managed to hold a conversation with him about working out, and fighting techniques.

Once dinner was over, mark offered to help clean up,  but Jackson assured him he didn't need to, it was his turn to take housemaid shift.

Before Mark could make it to his door he was stopped by the shoulder, when he turned around he felt his chest tighten again, and the sweet, intoxicating smell hit him stronger than ever before.

"Hey, Mark, if I know you must feel cautious or un-trusting but you really don't need to have your walls up so much around me, my father has told me a lot about you and I really just want to be friends, it's hard making friends as the alpha's son you know?" Yugeom's eyes looked sincere, and Mark relaxed in them, watching the glint of light reflect in his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just tired, it's hard I get uncomfortable when it get hot sometimes." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Yugeom's face lit up for a split second, "Oh, wait right here one second." Yugeom ran into the direction of his room, mark could hear drawers opening and closing, and then footsteps approaching again.

"Here," Yugeom smiled towards Mark while he handed him a thin sweatshirt and shorts. "You look about my size so you can borrow my clothes in the meantime." Mark hesitantly accepted the clothes and thanked Yugeom as he left to his own room, yelling, "see you in the morning."

Mark watched Yugeom leave before going into his room and shutting the door. he began changing, putting on the shorts first which stopped half way down his thigh.

As he slipped the sweatshirt over his body, he imminently basked in the smell, and the warmth he felt from it. He fell onto the bed and  put the sleeves to his face, taking in a deep breath feeling no shame, only satisfaction from the sweet smell. Mark's never felt this way before, and it made him nervous. Even with the thin clothes his body felt so hot.