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Yunho sequestered himself safely in the apothecary shop, feeling comforted by the strong smell of herbs that chased away the lingering scent of pheromones. He quickly walked over to his desk and flopped down into the chair, tipping his head back against it with a heavy sigh. God, he hated this time of the month. As much as he loved his job, pushing through his own symptoms to care for others was taxing. In spite of self medicating, he was sore all over and barely got any sleep. Still, he was in the home stretch. He just needed to get through the latter half of the day.

@youngjun j. ᵒ Yifan pushes off the chair, holding back the brief sadistic michief that glimmers in his eyes; he takes steps to meet Youngjun half way across the small, stuffy room. “Rogues are never easily swayed,” he whispers, toying with the idea of scaring Youngjun with provocative gestures but he reigns himself back, and instead breaks into a humored smile. “I was a /pup/, only,” he pauses a long moment, “two summers old perhaps. You could have told me a goose and a duck make a chicken, and I would have believed it. But Brother Namjoon...” Yifan sobers quickly, a well timed sniffle adds to the effect, “Brother Namjoon gave me what the rogues couldn’t: a home, food, and protection. The Holy Mother brought him to me.”

@toni m. ᵃ Without a second word, the omega turned and walked out of the room. He took a moment to right himself, doing his best to ignore the instinctive calling of his blood. in deep breaths to breathe in the fresh air from his surroundings, he heaved a sigh of relief when he finally calmed. He truly despised being an omega.

@felix l. ᵒ I think of myself as a passionate lover. *He sighs. He's not as overwhelmed by the mixed scents of alphas in the room. Toni lets the omega help wiyh his registration and he takes the clipboard and pen.* Thank you for helping me. *He writes his information on the clipboard.* Yes, sure. You can go right ahead, I will see you in a bit.

@toni m. ᵃ bring them pain–? why do you say so?
he didn't think it would be a bad idea until he walked into the room, as the scents of the other alphas in their rut immediately fills his sensitive nose. biting back a whimper before disguising it as a cough, he wills himself to ignore it and walks up to the counter, helping the other male with his initial registration before turning back to him.
they need your details, and then we'll have to wait for your turn. if you don't mind... i will be outside. it's overwhelming in here.

@felix l. ᵒ I pray to the Goddess that he will help me. Otherwise, I will have to suffer through this pain. *Toni thinks of considering the offer the omega gave to him, but then again he didn't want to act upon it. He was a stubborn man, only thinking of the consequences rather than the resolution it could bring him. He hadn't stray far from that mindset of a stiff-necked child.* If I rut with someone then I will bring them ultimate pain and I just know it. I haven't rutted with anyone here yet, and with the way my body is behaving, then I will have to do it soon.

@toni m. ᵃ huh.
he snorts softly at the comment, nodding his head in agreement as if he had heard it before. his steps slowed as he finally reaches the entrance of the apothecary and he gives the alpha another look from behind his shoulders to silently tell him that they were here.
like i said, it's no problem. i wouldn't want anything to happen to anyone. plus, it's one way to help to get over an alpha's rut, yeah? the doctor would know best.

@yifan w. ᵃ “He was... he was different. Militant almost, it wasn’t like him to be so... serious. It scared me.” Youngjun opened his heart to the other a little too soon, not realizing his mistake when the alpha mentions he was a rogue pup. Quickly, the omega turns to Yifan, eyes widened and almost fearful. “There have been stories telling of the gruesome killings of rogues. I luckily was not born at the time but still, rogues are to be feared, they aren’t to be trusted. How...” Youngjun pauses to take slow and careful steps towards the alpha, “how did namjoon concert you? Rogues aren’t easily swayed.”

@youngjun j. ᵒ “... What was he like when he joined the rogues?” Yifan asks without much though, and when he does give it second thought, he stammers. “P-Pardon me, Jun. I only a-ask—,” the words sit on his tongue for a long moment before he’s able to spit them out in a hushed whisper, “I fear if I was to grow as a rogue. I was a rogue pup before... before Namjoon—, well, the past is the past. Blesséd be our Holy Mother.”

@minhyuk l. ᵒ "Mint. Sage. Lemongrass." Jinhwan scribbled the names into his notebook. He'd have to go gathering this week for supplies again it seemed. He could always ask another employee, but he figured that it would be done best if he did it himself. Rosy lips pursed in thought as he roamed around the numerous shelves within the establishment, recording inventory and noting shortages as he went along. As he got closer to the front, something hit him. An unfamiliar scent containing the strong sweetness of honey but the gentle caress of rose petals. He knew they carried honey in the store, but not rose petals. At least, not that he was aware of.

Cautiously, he approached the front desk in time to hear a soft voice. He wasn't alone. The beta quickly tucked his notebook into his jacket and readjusted the glasses resting upon his nose. "Hello?" He inquired, making his way over to the counter and leaned over to see the new presence analyzing a few of the books they kept in stock. Upon closer inspection, it was a presence he had seen once before...once several years ago. "My apologies for the wait. I was in the back counting inventory and never heard you come in. You could say I could've smelled you but with all the things we carry here, you get nose-blind more often than not." He elaborated to break the ice, raising a hand to rub at the nape of his neck. "Now, what can I do for you today?"

@jinhwan k. gently pushing the front door open, minhyuk took quiet steps into the seemingly cluttered store, his brows furrowing as he glanced around. he's been here numerous times-- the apothecary, but the overwhelming smell of spices, herbs, flowers and-- unidentifiable things, always seemed to throw him off gaurd. giving himself a moment to adjust to the various smells, the omega eventually made his way up to the large front desk, leaning over it a bit as if attempting to peek into the backroom as it seemed to be oddly quiet.
hello..?
minhyuk called out in a soft tone, wondering if anyone had sensed his presence yet. at not hearing a response right away, the omega's lips tugged into a small frown as he contemplated on leaving and coming back another time, but the sharp pain that shot through his left him convinced him otherwise, and, instead, he decided to linger a bit, moving to examine the small library of books on the far right wall.

@yifan w. ᵃ "Yes wolves outside the clan," Youngjun repeats in a somewhat peeved tone. The memory was still jarring to the omega, meeting his friend a year after he was taken. He tried to recruit Youngjun but he couldn't due to the fact that he had a close relationship with the high priest. Namjoon had given him everything and then some, he couldn't betray his saviour. "He joined the rogues two years ago, came back a year later and tried to get me to join him. I told him I couldn't. I never saw him again."

@youngjun j. ᵒ 'Before the rogues got him.' Something in Youngjun's tone possessed Yifan to blurt out the question, "Rogues? Wolves outside the clan?" Yifan knew he too was a rogue, and his family was the clan, but he hadn't heard anyone talk about rogues ever before. He wanted to pry, see what he could find out. Even if he had no desire to find his parents, whoever they maybe, he couldn't stop himself from asking. The curiosity had him picking at a scab that could prove painful.

@yifan w. ᵃ Youngjun had eventually stood from his spot to scan through the shelves of dried herbs and shriveled up animal parts. He’s forming ingredients for a tea, a very pungent tea that could easily burn the hairs off one’s nostrils if consumed. “My friend was an alchemist, before the rogues got him he taught everything he knew about alchemy. Tonics, potions, and teas. I know almost everything in that book he used to have on him all the time.”

@youngjun j. ᵒ youngjun j. ᵒ [A] 20 hours ago Reply
@yifan w. ᵃ you took dandelions to the face, i doubt that's "a-okay", dear.
youngjun shakes his arm in an attempt to get most of the snot off before it dries. he then looks to the alpha as he shifts back but at the last second turns his head to give the other some privacy so he can change.
you're alright, no harm done it's just snot.
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[im just gonna envision that this happened in the apothecary, including the hair stroking - just assume yifan is stubborn bc he IS]

Yifan had been far too accustomed to bare ness: in the wild, in their home, the lands the Mother had blessed them with, there was no shame in becoming bare. Wolves were born bare. The soft clink of his belt signals his pants coming up above his hips and a cotton shirt was swiftly pulled over his head. "Ready," he announces, leaning against on of the stools in the apothecary. He looks around, examining the countless shelves filled with endless boxes and displays; he's swaddled in sights and smells he's only dreamed of. "How do you keep track of it all...?"

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