Smell of Freedom//vminkook

16

The walk to the art room feels longer as it usually does.

Somewhere along the way Jimin had grabbed onto my arm and clung to it like a little kid afraid of getting lost in a grocery store. The gesture making my wolf stand up a little taller. All the while he rambled on about how he had always wanted to take art, but because of his schedule, he could never work it in.

"And then this year I had so many student council things that I just didn't have the time." Jimin sighed.

"Well if it means that much to you, I could always teach you." I tell him. Looking down to see his twinkling eyes.

"Really? That would be amazing!" He cheers, bouncing a little in excitement.

There's a feeling in my chest that blooms seeing him so happy. A feeling that I could most definitely get used too.

We continue walking untill I hear something like foot steps behind us and the smell of Cedar floating in the air. Or at least I thought I did. I stop to turn around, but no one was there. The uneasy feeling still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Tae? Is everything alright?" Jimin asked looking spooked. He didn't hear it? I guess I was just imagining things. I try to brush it off.

I hear my wolf growl lowly, which isn't helping anything.

"Yeah, let's just get going," I tell him, pulling him close with an arm around his shoulder, continuing on the way to the art room.

"Tae, are you sure everything is OK? Your being kinda weird." Jimin speaks up after a while.

"What makes you say that." I deadpan, still trying to listen for any more foot steps.

"I don't know, you're just, being more..." he trails off.

"Aggressive?"

Once I hear him say that I loosen the grip I had on his shoulder, not realizing how tight it was and sigh.

"Sorry, Chim. I guess I'm just a little on edge right now." I reply running a hand through my hair.

"What? Why?"

"I though i heard something. Don't worry it was probably nothing."

"Well what does your instincts say?" He asks reaching a hand up to rest on mine on his shoulder as we walk.

My wolf continues to growl.

"Nothing, I'm sure we'll be fine." I mumble not wanting to alarm the Omega. Last thing we need is to make the alpha worry right now. And I'm sure if Jimin was worried about something, the alpha would sense it.

Soon enough we reach the art room. The door is unlocked but the lights are off meaning that the teacher had went to lunch.

"Eww, it smells." Jimin says wrinkling his cute little nose.

"Someone was probably painting last class." I reply going over to the cabinet where I keep all my works.

I pull out the large stack and set it on the table before sitting in a chair next to them.

"So, not all of these are finished. I have a lot of just plain pencil sketches that I haven't got to, but there are a few-" my work get caught in throat when Jimin take a seat.

On my lap.

"I-I, umm," I start as he reaches for the pile, picking up the one on top which is a sketch of an old stone bridge with leave falling and a cloudy sky off the top of the stack. I started it a few day aho but I have only painted the back ground for it.