┋apt 103

@ᵃ kim jiwoong. *smiles and hugs you tightly when your arms wrap around me, though it lasts much shorter than I'd like*
Look at you getting everything set up~
*Steps inside, slipping my shoes off by the door*
You must've been excited for me to come over.
*says with a teasing tone, glancing over at you*
But you forgot something, sweet pup.
*Taps my cheek*
I didn't get a hello kiss~
You should probably know that Im going to want as many kisses as possible. I love kisses.
*Flashes you a bright smile*

@ᵇ han jisung. his phone vibrates in his pocket just as he’s about to finish preparing everything. many colorful packets of ramen are spread on the counter and several pots on the stove in case they want to try different ones.
the lights around the apartment are dimmed to a soft, warm tone and he’s made sure to clean a little bit. he fishes his phone out of his pocket and smiles brightly to himself, he sends a quick reply consisting of a cheery emoji and a quick snap of the decorated counter.
he hangs around in the main living area, scrolling his phone until there’s a knock on the door. he nearly jumps from his seat and hurries over to the door, opening it and instantly perking up as he sees you.
hey!
he smiles and goes in for a big hug, one arm wrapping tightly around you and giving you a squeeze. once he releases you he opens the door a bit more and gestures.
come in, come in. I’ve set everything up, already.

@ᵃ kim jiwoong. *sends you a quick text saying I'm free and on my way over. After stopping at my own apartment to shower and change into fresh clothes after a long day, it only takes a few minutes before I'm approaching your apartment door*
Sweet pup ~
*sings out playfully as I knock on your door, bouncing on my feet as I wait for you to open up*

@ᵃ park wonbin. *listening to you with fleeting attention, I don't want to rethink of that moment, especially when the subject of that moment is together with me in this small space. Pushes the drawer closed unnecessarily forcefully when you go on teasing me, this time going more irritated because for once I have no comeback for you nor can I deny it. Not sure if Im irritated with you more or myself for lacking self restraint even though it's my rut and thats expected, as the typical control freak with pride issue that I am, I hate losing control during my cycle*
I rather get sick than have my freaking control me. *spits out the trail of my thoughts out unfiltered. The poking of your face into my own from right and left had to be the last straw for me. Despite, the "annoying" tactic works well to keep going with the nonchalant me, I cant seem to appreciate it this time around*
If you could just take your ing face- *snaps as I turn around to grasp your face with one hand in one swift move, my fingertips tightening on your cheeks as I tilt your head up for me, brows drawn together, eyes glaring into your own but just as fast my voice dies down in my throat as my glaring gaze falls to your plump lips pushed together with my grip, the knot of my brows easing and my glaring gaze soften into anxious waver as they now dart between your eyes and around the face. The same face I remember catching my interest the first time I saw, now with invitingly apart lips that I always wondered of how perfect would they fit between my own. Amidst the whirlpool of emotions and my cycle fogging my sound judgement, I lean in impulsively to engulf your upper lip between my own, my tongue impatiently darting out to push into your mouth with senses of urgency*

@ᵃ kim bobae. though the look on your face doesn’t change, I could sense your cautious nature, carefully thinking about your next move with my presence. I see your nose moves a little to take in your own scent and I laugh at the amusing sight. I can’t help but continue to tease you despite what you’re going through at the moment.
yes, yes. I see that now. and here I thought you were purposely off put by my scent. when I realized what I was doing, you were already gone from my arms. I thought you just hated it. ah-
grunts softly when you bump my shoulder and take the suppressants away, my tongue poking the inside of my cheek to keep from lashing out.
tsk. all I’m hearing is that I’m making you hot and bothered. you know it’s not great the keep being on suppressants, right? might make you sick and all that. sorry for teasing, let me make it up to you. what do you need? hm? hM? HM??
follows you around, poking my head left and right of you, purposely trying to annoying you all while trying to be of use— typical of how their friendship was thus far.

@ᵃ park wonbin. *when you ask me that, I use my all to maintain my facial expression unchanged and unfazed as I wonder if you also saw the pathetic look of suppressants as well with how you throw the question back at me that I conveniently ignore. Standing my grounds stubbornly, I look down at you unamused as you come closer to me, the annoyed look never leaving my face. Though, when you cover your nose with palm even, I frown and my nostrils crinkle as I try to take deep whiffs of my own smell, getting self conscious about it due to your reaction*
Oh dear, here we go. *my tense shoulders deflate as I gesture and wave with my hands in the air and dramatically rolls my eyes at your teasing and calling me kitten which only tells me you understand whats going on with me*
I'm an alpha in my rut what do you expect??? *scowls, being in my emotional state, I feel somewhat offended by how surprising would it be for me to go feral. I walk past you but not without bumping shoulders with you again, to collect the bottles of suppressant to cap and tighten them sealed, putting them aside in a drawer*

@ᵃ kim bobae. the look of confusion makes my brow twitch once I realize I was thinking random thoughts and worrying all on my own. but the need to pull your hair doesn’t last long when I realize what was going on.
the question is, what are //you// on?
takes a few steps towards you, sniffing, and slapping a palm over my nose quickly after, wide eyes flickering around your place until my eyes land the big bottle of suppressants on the table. bites down onto my bottom lip, trying to suppress an amused laugh, looking back at you as I snatch the bottle from the table.
wait. don’t tell me. did my luscious scent send you into a bit of a frenzy, //kitten//. who would have thought.

@ᵃ park wonbin. Ehh??? *brows drawn together even more in heightened confusion as to why you are asking me that, and as being not in the best brain power, I do not realize you noticed me smelling you and related my leaving to it*
What are you on?! *shuts eyes tight with a shaky deep exhale when you bump with my shoulder as you pass me inside, slowly creeping on my irritation even more and I slam the door shut and turn around, ready to confront you but seeing you covering your nose, my eyes dropping to the bottle of suppressant pills left on the table and realizing that I was worried you'd see that when I forgot the room reeks of my smell, being the source of the scent and be it my own, I do not realize that*
What-!

@ᵃ kim bobae. never one to dwell on certain situations for too long, the mutt was irritated as to why he was so… irritated. even as the door swings open, wonbin doesn’t flinch, his eyes flickering up to bobae’s as he rolls his jaw.
because I can. why? do I STINK or something?
he tilts his head mockingly before pushing past the alpha and bumping his shoulder in the process. but before he could make it far, he stops right in his tracks, a huge whiff of green apple and mint invading his senses. he lifts up a finger to cover his nose and whips his head towards bobae.

@ᵃ park wonbin. *settling down on the couch in my boxers and tank top, manspreading to allow more breeze into my heated skin from the wave of rut clashing with the suppressants, which has me thinking Im probably growing a resistance and adaptation to them as I feel they are not as effective as they used to be. I hear the barbaric knocking on my door which instantly shoots my irritation and aggression through the roof due to the state Im in and I shoot up on a whim, storm toward the door to curse whoever at the door*
The you knocking this-...! *pauses when my eyes register who it is by the door and instead of scowl, my face supports confusion*
What are you doing here?

@ᵃ kim bobae. knocks aggressively at apartment 103’s door and takes a step back, a small huff leaving his lips. even if he //did// release his scent on accident and their friendship wasn’t an affectionate one, wasn’t bobae’s reaction a little bit rude? he couldn’t have stunk THAT bad.
I swear, I’m going to scent everything he owns for that. I know you’re not sleeping, open up.