Chapter thirty-four

"That's because they can't sense that scent."

It takes Minho a second to get what the boy, who was kneeling down in front of him while touching his leg, was indicating.

"So your friends are...?"

"Most of them. The only non-werewolves are the few human mates. Well, and I before I turned. I Guess II was the only one who wasn't part of that world. Until, well, until I became..."

Minho lets this sink in.

So I just sat down with my rival species and didn't even know. But then again, are they still? I mean...am I not part of them too now?

"I guess you are," Jisung speaks up from his place on the ground.

"I'm what?" Minho answers with a puzzled look.

"You're also part of...us now. I mean, when humans get mated to werewolves it's obvious they become part of this whole thing. I guess the same goes for your kind. It's only confusing since you're already part of a different thing."

"Wha…did you ju…I wasn't thinking out loud, Sung?"

"You don't need to. I can hear your thoughts and feel your feelings. Don't tell me you can't," Jisung says while he now finally gets his hand off Minho's thigh and places it right next to it to push himself up and onto the bed, "I can't read everything. But sometimes I'm able to. Like this evening I could feel your craving."

He was now on hands and knees hovering over Minho, "Just as I can sense your craving now, only it is another one this time," he reached down and kissed Minho on the lips.

When he draws back he looks the boy in the eyes, "Please try to only be around my friends if I'm there too."

Minho tugs the boy closer by his hair and answers after a kiss, "Your wish is my command."

Jisung looks at his shirt, "Then…can you take it off?"

A smug smile appears on Minho's face, "Why?" answers he.

"I like seeing the bruises. It's a kind of physical reminder that I really hustled a sexy demigod who happens to be a bottom too," Jisung answers with that innocent smile of his.

In the beat of a second Minho turns them over and asks, "What made you think I am?"

Jisung laughs and rolls his eyes. "I don't know, maybe it was those looks on your face when I took you in my mouth Friday? Or the flustered and shy way you acted afterwards and how you literally fled? Or how flustered you are every time I do anything to you? Or how needy you get over every little thing," and then Jisung reaches up, "Or how I literally topped you Friday night?"

Minho sniffs and looks away, "That was just because of the full moon, you were acting weird so I just let you for the hell of it." 

Jisung leans up even more, leaving Minho no other choice but to sit up. "You seemed really much enjoying it." Minho's face gets a red flush while the other continues, "Maybe you're a dominant bottom?"

"I'm no bottom."

"Yes, you are."

"Says the boy who gets red all the time too, even more than I do, probably. And just a second ago you seemed pretty much bottoming in that kiss."

"Tch, nonsense," answers Jisung to the boy sitting on his lap. 

"I'm no bottom. And you're no top, a switch at most."

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that. The best of both worlds, isn't it?" Jisung asks while pulling Minho closer by his waist. The boy hooks his legs around Jisung's waist and loses his hands in his hair while kissing the boy. 

Minho draws back and takes his tank top off. It doesn't matter how many times Jisung sees it, he's sure that body will tingle every nerve in his body again and again. 

He touches the bruises one by one and smiles. Minho turns them around once again, laying down on the bed, "We should really sleep now, we're expected for breakfast at seven."

"Wow, so our first time sharing a bed is on a school camp. How romantic."

"Well, if I should take your words literally this isn't the first time we shared it for something." Jisung looks Minho straight in the eyes, "You're so weird." and rests his head on the boy's bare chest afterwards and throws his leg over Minho's. I love that about you. 

And that's how they fall asleep. Clinging onto each other and Minho playing with Jisung's hair. 

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Jisung wakes up the next morning to the sound of conversation in the living room. He yawns and stretches while sitting upright and looking at the boy who's still lying on the bed. Bare-chested. And smiles. 

He kisses Minho on the cheek and gets up to wash his face. He hears a faint shifting sound in the bed and sees a body joining his in the bathroom mirror. 

"You know," Minho starts, "I could get used to sleeping with you in my arms. And waking up by a kiss on my cheeks." 

"You know," Jisung answers while putting toothpaste on his toothbrush, "I could get used to your morning voice," and continues after turning and leaning on the counter, "It's such a shame you never talk in the dorms. The whole world's been kept in the dark about the sexiest sound ever." He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and starts brushing. Minho kisses his cheek and leaves to change his clothes. 

Or better said, to change his pants and put on a shirt. Jisung catches himself watching the other get changed but he doesn't bother to look away when he gets busted, instead, he locks eyes with him and then turns around to spit out his toothpaste. 

Then the roles change, Jisung changes his clothes and Minho brushes his teeth. 

When Minho leaves the bathroom Jisung halts him just before he leaves the room. He puts a hand on the other's left cheek and smiles. "Your face looks more...coloured."

"Some moron insisted on me biting him. I don't know who'd do that."

Jisung leans in and kisses Minho. "A real moron," He says while pulling away. Literally. He pulled Minho's lip with him while drawing back.

As they step out of the bedroom they see Heeseung and Yeonjun on the couch. Heeseung hands Yeonjun a five-dollar bill. When he sees Jisung's quizzed look Yeonjun answers smilingly, "I told him you would leave in less than five minutes before we have to get there. And together. I was right." 

"Oooookay," Jisung answers, "That's a weird bet. Anyways let's get going, I'm starving." In a matter of seconds, they're all out of the cottage and in a heated discussion about what they think the activities will consist of as they're walking to the cafeteria. 

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Felix's sitting at a table with the rest of their friend group, and Minho's three friends who somehow got part of it in the last night. 

He takes a look at his hand which is holding his fork. It's trembling. 

His breathing is also uneven and hitched. He tries his best to calm it but it doesn't work.

He's biting his lip in the hope he gets to calm down if he concentrates enough on the conversations happening around him but he can't register any words. 

"...IX!" He shoots his head to the right and sees Jisung who, apparently, has been shaking his shoulder. 

"What?" He tries to calm his voice but he knows that his beta had heard the crack in his voice. Even if he wasn't his beta, he was his best friend before all, and best friends know it when something's wrong.

"You're feeling it again, aren't you?"

"What?"

"Those attacks?"