» baekho

@α baekho The blond was, perhaps, a little too used to being thrown around because the moment he was roughly dragged into the house and pinned against the door and the scent nearly choking him registered, his body was already on board with what was happening. Baekho was hardly the first alpha to take what he wanted from Hyunjin, and the omega couldn’t find it in him to mind the treatment. There was nothing like a little danger to get his blood singing, and that rush of adrenaline making him feel alive. “Not dying, just . Got it.” Turning his head as much as he could go see the alpha behind him, he spread his legs slightly in a silent show of surrender. He hadn’t come here looking for a good , but he wouldn’t complain if one was being offered. His heat was due any time, and he could think of worse ways to trigger it than this.

@ω hyunjin By the end of the day, there might not be a single piece of furniture left in Baekho’s house, as he had been smashing everything he laid his eyes on since first thing in the morning. His rut had hit the night before and yet the one he wanted to spend it with had disappeared into thin air. The frustration was fueling his rut like gasoline on fire, no amount of breaking could make up for not knotting his partner. At least the previous night, before he lost it, he was able to call some of the students to let them know the classes were canceled for the next few days, and as usual the news quickly spread among parents and pupils alike. There was however one student who hadn’t been showing up in a while, and who wasn’t acquainted with the others to be informed. The voice of that very same wolf could be heard between Baekho’s smashing noises, luring the alpha to the door. Once he opened it, his thick, accumulated scent spread outside his house, and before Hyunjin could react to it, he was already grabbing the omega by the wrist and pulling him into the shack. The next moment the door was closed and the blonde was forcefully facing the wooden surface, with Baekho’s stronger frame behind him and keeping him in place.

@α baekho For once in his life, Hyunjin was actually on time. He'd managed to get an earlier bus, and actually made it across town and to the lesson five minutes early even. But, it was empty. No students, and definitely no teacher. After all the sass Baekho had given him about learning to be on time, and needing these lessons after he was healed, for him to come all this way to an empty space was flat out frustrating. Stomping his foot at absolutely nothing he grumbled a few choices words under his breath about the alpha. Turning on his heel he stormed off, heading back towards the bus station since, apparently, there were no lessons happening. He had half a mind to just go home, or off and see what kind of mess he could get himself in to. At the last moment he decided to take a different route entirely, and made his way towards a familiar cabin. He remembered the way to Baekho's house from their previous memorable encounter, and Hyunjin was just frustrated enough to want to be annoying. So when he arrived he walked right up to the house and started to bang on the door. "Yah! You better be dying! I showed up early you know."

@ω hyunjin “Add it to the list of things you should learn. Along with arriving on time,” replied Baekho without taking his eyes off the wound. After that, he remained in complete silence. He wasn’t one to talk much to begin with, and the task at hand required his utmost attention. It had been a while since he had needed to stitch someone up and he had never gotten any proper training. Despite his effort, it was inevitable that the sutures were irregular, the resulting scar probably wouldn’t be the best looking either. He tied a knot after finishing closing the wound, cutting the ends of the thread and taking a brief look before concluding he had done a satisfying job. “Done. And don’t come to the classes until you’re healed.”

@α baekho “So sorry for being unable to control my natural bodily functions and trauma responses.” Hyunjin deadpanned with a straight and unfazed expression. If he got upset every time an alpha was mad at him he would have ended up as nothing more than a pathetic whimpering mess of a wolf. He didn’t really care if Baekho was mad at him, it wasn’t like he could control his scent. He knew from past experience that he smelled like honey and roses, and the sweet honey scent got thicker when he went into heat or was actually distressed. He could only assume this alpha didn’t like sweet smells, which wasn’t Hyunjin’s problem to deal with. Though he did as he was told, straightening up and holding still despite the hiss of pain that escaped when the needle pierced his skin the first time. It was a very familiar feeling though and he was always a little mesmerized seeing the thread pulling his skin back together.

@ω hyunjin Baekho looked away and sighed. If Hyunjin wasn’t a student, he’d have sent him off long ago, injured or not. Without bothering to reply, he applied some alcohol to his hands before closing the lid of the bottle to place it back into the cabinet. As he was looking for the thread and needle for the stitches, he sensed the change in the scent of the other wolf. It was intense like the one from an omega about to go into heat, but at the same time off-putting. Baekho had never experienced anything like that, his body was getting mixed signals from being and disgusted at the same time. He didn’t know how to deal with the conflicting feelings, and as a result, he was getting irritated. “I won’t stitch you up if you keep on spreading your scent in my bathroom. It stinks,” he said as he got close to Hyunjin once more, suture tools in hand. The alpha got down on his knees despite his words, to level his eyesight with the wound. “Straighten your back.” He soon pierced the flesh with the needle, his rough and amateur hands working on the stitches. It was a miracle he had gotten himself a curved needle and a proper thread, but he had no needle holder or anything fancy like that. It was just the basics and his experience stitching himself up.

@α baekho Hyunjin’s face scrunched up in pain and he hissed when the alcohol came into contact with the open wound. It stung and he clenched his teeth as he waited for the pain to fade enough for him to release the breath he had been holding. “I like pain.” He agreed, deciding not to get into the hows and whys he had become the ed up little psycho that he seemed to be. Sometimes he wondered just what was wrong with him, but other times the years of memories reminded him rather bluntly exactly what was wrong. He probably needed a therapist but he didn’t want to unpack his traumas, as long as he was happy, why should he poke the sleeping bear?

Poking at the injury again he couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at Baekho, tipping his head enough for his bangs to fall out of his face. “Promise you’ll stitch me up?” His tone was teasing, but he did rather like stitches. It was why he always went to visit his favorite doctor, why he didn’t mind when alphas bite a little too hard, used their claws, or even knives. His body was battered and bruised more often than it wasn’t, a work of art in his own opinion. Pressing his hand against the wound to apply pressure, he took a few slow, deep, breaths to combat the pain that flared up. He wanted to make the wound worse, but he was forcing his hand to stay still. It was horribly tempting though, if he wasn’t in a strange alpha’s bathroom, or maybe it was so difficult to control himself because he was in a strange alpha’s bathroom. If he didn’t know his schedule better he would worry he was on the verge of a heat.

@ω hyunjin Baekho ignored the complaints. He was trying to be nice keeping the injured one from straining himself, but he wasn’t so nice he would carry a brat like Hyunjin princess style. It was a relief once they got to the bathroom and the student decided to cooperate, Baekho couldn’t stand others whining around him - unless they were whining in bed. He leaned against the wall and watched the younger wolf strip, his eyes inspecting the wound. Blood was far from being off-putting to him, he was more than used to not only seeing it but making his ual partners bleed, yet there was something about that omega that bothered him. After carrying Hyunjin, it became clear that his scent was out of the ordinary, it was the sweet smell of an omega mixed with the stench of a human.

“You should wash your injuries with soap first. But if you wanna go the stinging route so be it, you seem to like the pain,” he replied before moving from his spot against the wall to open the cabinet, taking a bottle of alcohol 70 from it. “Stay still.” Standing in front of Hyunjin, Baekho poured a substantial amount of alcohol on the wound, washing away the blood into the bathtub. “See if you can make it stop bleeding to apply the ointment. If you can’t we’ll have to stitch you up.”

@α baekho Yelping in surprise as he was suddenly and unceremoniously thrown over the alpha's shoulder, he huffed out a mix of amusement and annoyance as he pushed the hair out of his face. "What is it with you alphas and assuming I'm incapable of walking, and being wholly unwilling to carry me in a more comfortable position?" He demanded, though he was mostly talking to himself. This was eerily reminiscent of Yongguk, expect when he was carried off by that particular alpha it hadn't been to tend to any injuries. Being used and abused was something Hyunjin got off on, and something that alpha had been happy to provide. This one, however? Well, Hyunjin had no real idea what was going to happen next, but being carried this way put pressure on his injury all over again and it steadily bleeding harder to the point it had soaked through the shirt by the time he was placed on a bathtub.

"Sir yes sir," He mumbled, only sounding partially sarcastic as he pulled his own bloody shirt off to inspect the damage. He didn't really care if Baekho saw him shirtless, he rather doubted the man was attracted to omegas covered in blood anyway. Though it would be far more fun if he was. Poking at the injury he noted that a few stitches had pulled loose and he sighed. Another trip to the doctor would be in order then. "Do you have alcohol or something? Body wash and shampoo aren't exactly good for an injury like this."

@ω hyunjin The hint of pleasure amidst the pain was imprinted in Hyunjin’s scent and it was very well captured by Baekho’s sharp sense of smell. The alpha was used to inflicting pain on other wolves in the most varied scenarios, and identifying masochistic omegas was within his scope. Even if he couldn’t understand what led someone to enjoy pain, being able to bear it was a positive trait and the student had just made him slightly interested. “Fine,” he replied, immediately picking Hyunjin up and throwing him over his shoulder. “I don’t want you dying in my hands so I’ll fix you however I can. But you’re an adult so deal with your later.” Baekho didn’t like going to doctors himself, he didn’t have that option most of his life so he’d rather take care of his own wounds. However, once he had tried to tend to an injured student and it became a scandal among the parents, he was accused of being crazy and a child abuser. Hyunjin was much older so hopefully he would live up to his choices.

After they got to Baekho’s cabin, he headed directly to the bathroom, where he made Hyunjin sit on the edge of the tub. He untied his now blood-soaked shirt from the omega’s waist and held it in one hand as he the water with the other. “Clean the wound. There’s soap over there,” he said as he jerked his chin towards the soap and shampoo on the opposite edge of the tub.

@α baekho Hyunjin was well used to being injured it was par for the course with his particular extracurricular activities. When a young omega chose to wander around dangerous places in the middle of the night, injured was basically a guarantee. It wasn't anything that Hyunjin would let slow him down, or really even think much about, not even when the still healing wound began to bleed again. However, when his new instructor stopped and demanded to know what happened he really had no answer to give him. So he chose to stay quiet and let the man tend the injury using his shirt as a bandage. It wasn't a fun feeling, putting that kind of pressure on the wound just sparked a mix of pain and the inevitable unwanted pleasure that always seemed to accompany it. Now was not the time for those kinds of feelings though, and he did his best to suppress it, hoping his instructor would just mistake it for adrenaline or something.

"I don't need a doctor. The stitches probably just tore is all. It's not a big deal. I've had worse." He answered with a small shrug refusing to look at the man's face. He knew his instructor didn't like him, and Hyunjin could list five possible reasons for that right off the top of his head, but either way he didn't want to stir him up anymore than he already had. "Don't tell my mom please, she doesn't know. She'll worry if she knows."

@hyunjin The delivery Hyunjin was helping him with was for a couple of elder wolves that had lived in the woods for more years than Baekho had been alive. They couldn’t cut down the wood themselves because of their advanced age and would often ask for Baekho’s help for tasks that demanded strength. In exchange, they would give him produce from their greenhouse so it was a mutually beneficial relationship. The instructor easily carried a log on his shoulder and started walking ahead to lead the way, sometimes stopping to check on the younger wolf. Struggling was to be expected, so he kept on going even when Hyunjin almost lost his balance. What he didn’t expect was to smell blood, especially in an amount that was too large to have been from a small scratch on the wood.

“What happened?” Asked Baekho as he turned around, confused as he wasn’t sensing any person or human for it to have been an attack. His question was answered as he laid eyes on Hyunjin, the side of his shirt stained in blood without any damage to the fabric. “Are you injured? Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?” He tossed the log onto the floor and sighed as he walked over to the student. Then, he removed his own shirt and wrapped it around the omega’s waist, in a makeshift way to make the injury stop bleeding. At least it was one thing he was good at. “Let’s go back to my place. I’ll see what I can do for you while we wait for a doctor.”

@α baekho Hyunjin regarded the pile of logs, quickly realized he would have to make multiple trips and then sighed heavily. He was injured, this wasn't going to be a fun experience. The stitches in his side had held so far, but he knew very well that this type of intense workout was going to tear them open. His mother didn't know he was injured though, his mother didn't even know he was a werewolf, and she certainly didn't know exactly what happened to her son when he wandered around alone at night. "Alright." He answered quietly walking over to pick up the first log, it was heavy, and carrying it wasn't going to be an easy task. He adjusted his hold on it, nearly dropping it in the process but he managed to get a decent grip on it and started to make his way towards the house. It was about half way through when he adjusted his hold again that he felt the sharp pain in his side and the warmth of fresh blood indicating he had indeed torn the stitches. He ignored it though, continuing to struggle his way towards the house.

@hyunjin “Words don’t mean a thing here. Only actions matter,” replied Baekho regarding Hyunjin’s half- apology. He was tempted to simply send the new student off and tell him to only come back once he was set on becoming stronger, but the image of the mother begging him to help her son affected even the cold teacher. Baekho had grown up without a family or anyone to care about him, it was him against the world. He had no choice but to become strong. Seeing people who took their families for granted made him want to punch them in the face, he better get moving before he actually did it. “C’mon, let’s work those muscles of yours.” Baekho had some errands to run and wouldn’t be able to teach Hyunjin a proper solo lesson, but as far as discipline went, there were other effective ways to get it across. After walking a few meters, he stood before a log pile and jerked his chin towards it. “I need to carry these to the next house, I carry five and you carry the other five.” Looking around there was no other house to be seen - the walk wouldn’t be a short one.

@α baekho Hyunjin's expression darkened into what might have been anger if wasn't sulking about it, so it came off as a unhappy out as he forced himself to sit up and watch the class. The movements were easy enough to remember, as an active dancer he was used to moving his body and he learned best by observing and mimicking anyway. So he paid attention despite the fact that all he wanted to do was finishing his drawing. He didn't know why he needed these classes, he didn't want to learn self defense. It didn't matter to him. It wasn't like he was in the habit of fighting for his life anyway. When he was attacked he just went with it. It was almost always from alphas who only wanted one thing from him, once they got it they left him alone. Sighing he picked himself up when the class ended and he was summoned by the teacher. "Sorry I was late sir. I missed the bus and I didn't want to be here."

@hyunjin As the effect of the new student’s arrival subsided, Baekho told the pupils to shift to different moves. The younger ones always had trouble following the instructions at first, so for some time he was busy helping the kids with the positioning of the arms and legs. Once they were all properly hitting and defending, he turned his attention back to Hyunjin, and his face instantly darkened. “What are you doing? Pay attention to the class,” he said from a few meters away, just to be completely ignored. “Hey.” His efforts didn’t seem to work for more than a second, so he walked over to the new student and pulled the sketchbook away from his hand, not caring if that would ruin his drawing or not. “I told you to pay attention to the class. Learn the moves, you’ll have to replicate them later.” Having delivered his message, he placed the sketchbook aside, far enough from Hyunjin that the alpha would notice any attempts to take it back. Fifteen minutes or so went on until the lesson was over, and once the other students started to leave, he finally motioned for the new one to join him.

@α baekho Hyunjin shrugged but walked over to where he was told to wait, setting his bag down and pulling out his sketchbook and pencils. Using the bag as a makeshift pillow he laid down, pulling his knees up to rest his sketchpad on them as he continued on a drawing he'd started while on the bus. It wasn't anything exhibit worthy, just the memory of a fairy circle he's spotted in the woods when he was wandering through the other day. The image had stuck in his mind and he finally decided to draw it out. Maybe later he would transfer it to a proper canvas, but for now the scratch of the pencil against the paper was soothing as he tuned out the sounds of the class happening around him. He had at least shown up, so his mother couldn't get upset with him. It wasn't like he really wanted to be there, self-defense wasn't really his calling. He was a runner, not a fighter. Occasionally the sound of the instructors voice would try to pull at his attention, but it only flickered away from his drawing for a second or two before it returned as he continued to work in his own tranquil little bubble.

@hyunjin It was halfway through the morning class and the students were exchanging predefined blows in pairs. The instructor, Baekho, was circling around them to correct the stances while also yelling at them to keep going. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the class - seemingly the new student who he assumed wasn't going to show up - and he gave the newcomer a look. "Sit there and wait," he said as he motioned toward the grass a bit further away from where the others were training. "Why did y'all stop? You keep punching, and you keep defending!" His attention was quickly shifted back to the students who arrived on time, trying to stop their curious eyes from focusing on the new face. What he didn't tell Hyunjin was how long he was supposed to wait. The warm-up was long finished and he wouldn't let someone join in out of the blue and hurt themselves, so the newbie had to stay on stand-by until the lesson was over to have his own - and after the terrible first impression, Baekho would definitely not go easy on him.

@α baekho Self-defense. That was the class Hyunjin's mother had all but strong armed him into signing up for. She had threatened to start charging him rent if he didn't either take a full time job, or take this class. He'd chosen the latter because he hadn't wanted to give up any of his part time jobs. Going full time in one meant not time for the others and that wasn't what wanted. So now he had a new obligation in his rather hectic schedule, an obligation that had started nearly thirty minutes ago that he was only just arriving at. It wasn't that he meant to be late, he'd just missed his bus... twice. "I'm Hwang Hyunjin, I have a class..." He said, fidgeting with the stray of his bag as he introduced himself, acting like he wasn't Vogue levels of fashionably late.