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@q. kun "Should I not be?" Yangyang asked back, struggling to comprehend the other's lack of fear and concern for himself. But seeing as the older didn't seem worried at all for his own wellbeing, the wolf could only pray to the heavens that his father would be too angry to look for him or maybe assume that he left home to cater to a client, the latter was probably an unlikely excuse, but it could get him out of trouble if he worded it properly.

Curling up in the passenger's seat, Yangyang hummed softly, constantly getting distracted by the blur of lights coming from every streetlight they passed by outside. "I hope he won't. Judging by the way he was practically seething, I think he's gonna be too pissed off to come looking for me. It'll give me some time... and a way to think of a reason as to why I suddenly left and why I have your scent in my room." The mention of scents had him a bit worried as to how he was even going to get rid of them, ignoring them wasn't an option because his father had always been one to notice things of the finest detail. It was, one way or another, very annoying.

He almost falls asleep from the silence, eyelids hevay but and drooping but not quite ready to close completely. When the purr of the engine came to a halt, Yangyang took that as a sign that they have arrived at wherever they needed to be, and that for once in quite a long while, he could finally breathe. Uncurling from his spot and soon following after the other were, Yangyang stayed silent, moving closer to the other as he still seemed to suffer from the initial shock from earlier.

Yangyang only lets the tension slip away from his muscles when they finally reach the older's apartment. In a way, it gave him some sort of nostalgia, reminding him of his younger days when he used to run away to his friend's apartment and disappear for weeks, and maybe even months, at a time. "Don't worry, just because I live in a big home doesn't mean that I'm not used to everything else. I'm not spoiled. I've even lived on the streets before." Yangyang breathes comfortably again once he was inside and the door was locked behind him. But just for an extra safety measure, he fishes into his jeans pocket for a little vial of clear liquid, taking a bit and dabbing it over his scent glands before sealing it up and shoving it back into his pocket. "It's a scent blocker, if you were wondering. Usually lasts a day or two."

@l. yangyang “Are you worried about me?” Kun asked with a quirked brow, a hint of amusement lacing his voice as the corner of his lips tugged slightly. “After being beaten up so badly, you’re still worried about what your father might do to me?” He chuckled as he stopped at a red light, pulling up the hand brake and sparing the rear-view mirror one last cautious glance, commenting, “I didn’t think you can find it in yourself to even bother about my safety when you’re in that state.”

“Still, thank you for the concern,” mused Kun as he looked at Yangyang, tone sincere when he spoke. “But if it means making sure you won’t get hurt, I could barely bother about the I’ll face from this.” The light turned green then, putting a halt to their conversation, prompting Kun to continue his drive. “My apartment is quite far from your home, so I don’t think your dad will come looking so far into the city.”

Half an hour passed in silence as he drove, finally turning into the underground parking lot and pulling his car up into his reserved spot, stopping the vehicle and killing the engine before nodding for Yangyang to follow him. “Right over here,” instructed the weretiger, locking his car once the other was out too before leading him to the elevator, pressing onto the button for floor number five.

“Come this way,” continues Kun once the lift arrived to the designated storey, guiding the werewolf to his flat door and unlocking it. “Not as fancy as your big ol’ house but, it’ll do. Cozy when necessary and spacious in summer,” commented Kun as he opened the door and entered, kicking off his shoes before turning on the lights to his apartment. “I guess- welcome to my home.”