Got my claws in you

Chapter 4- a clash of instincts

(Y/N) POV:

I stand there looking at the abashed, guilty officer, orange ears, and fluffy tail wilting- drooping with guilt and sigh. Whilst he seems to realise how his presence, as a predator, has suddenly caused whatever stirring hope and progress to crash, right now the priority isn't consoling and letting him know nothing can be done. Not when these next few moments are crucial and so, so fragile. I turn back to the startled cub, at how he seems to have hidden himself protectively within the blankets at the presence of another predator and slowly edge close- hearing a whimpered growl at my approach.

"Min Jun sweetheart, it's just me. No-one will hurt you, come on darling- you were doing so well. You liked the fruity scent didn't you?" I say softly, trying to urge him into unwinding again, mention of the fruity scent however does get a raise of his head and tentative, wide eyes peering at me.

I nod eagerly, invitingly leaning forward to arch my neck close.

"Baby do you just want to nuzzle and scent?" I ask, holding my arms out for him, bent towards him.

Scenting. A basic instinct. One of the first things any hybrid learns, is guided into by a parent. But his eyes express confusion. 

And my heart crumbles for him.

That he's never been able to indulge in it, perhaps doesn't even realise why he'd felt the urge to tuck his head in close to my neck. Had been driven instinctually but hadn't been able to give a name to. But he nods hesitantly nonetheless, crawling closer- in even slower and smaller motions than before carefully scampering onto my lap, claws now no longer in sight- just slightly sharp unkept nails. He's light, painfully so. Especially for a growing child, for a growing bear cub and I mentally note to add nutritional supplements to his meals- to allow him to regain lost essential nutrients without upsetting his stomach- I wasn't yet aware how much he was fed, but given the light and slightly bony dig of his bones as he nestled close, it didn't amount to much.

And again he brings his head close to the crook of my neck, a spot where scent naturally is carried strongly, and rests his head there- breathing me in. Hurried sharp sniffs as if he's afraid the source of the fruity floral mix will be torn away quickly, hands fisting into my top. But over a long few minutes his breaths slow down, become unhurried, slow and deep- nose brushing carefully against the line of my throat, small, tiny licks given to my skin- as if trying to taste the scent that's so tempting to bears, my hand brushes down his back, up and down repeatedly- slow unhurried strokes as I try to calm him down, try to get him to relax against me.

I carefully shift close to draw the blanket around him more firmly, giving him that feeling of safety, of familiarity- ignoring the way my cheek burns and the flames of heat make me want to itch it. I slowly rise to my feet, legs wobbling for a single instance before stabilising and I cradle him close, softly smiling at the way his legs wrap around me, on either side of me as he snuffles- leaning into the touch and hold and tightening his grip- scared that he'll be torn away.

I turn, unfazed to see Jimin still standing there, clutching at his hands, and peering anxiously at the scene, and as I get closer- he hastens to the door, rushing out so his scent doesn't trigger another reaction from the poor dear.

It's policy for staff to wear scent blockers which is why Min Jun isn't bombarded with clashing scents when we step outside. I slowly walk towards my office, knowing it'll be better to get Min Jun there to eat rather than the large dining space, gently asking for honeyed warm milk and a bowl of fruits, some other light foods that shouldn't upset his stomach. 

I don't realise Jimin is still following me until I catch sight of his scent- an overlapping of two strong scents merging together when he moves a bit closer.