‣ garden

@☁︎┊lan gahyun ᵒ ¹⁹⁰¹²⁵ younghoon’s exams were just around the corner, and the weight of the looming deadline pressed heavily on his shoulders. biology was the main culprit behind his stress, and he was certain jia was going to make his life a living hell with her endless questions and teasing. determined to escape the chaos, he grabbed his books without a second thought and set off for his secret sanctuary.

the library was out of the question - it was packed to the brim with students scrambling to prepare, and he had already studied there more times than he could count. he needed somewhere quieter, somewhere that felt like his own.

walking out of the building and heading straight to the garden, younghoon reached his hidden space, a spot tucked away and blissfully (mostly) forgotten by the rest of the school. he pushed open the door, the familiar creak welcoming him like an old friend. with a relieved sigh, he dropped his bag onto the floor - only to stumble over something soft and unyielding.

' yah!' he yelped, his voice sharp with surprise. his heart raced as he stumbled back, trying to steady himself. his gaze darted down to the floor, where a figure lay sprawled out, completely unexpected and out of place. for a moment, he froze, his brain scrambling to process the situation.

@☁︎┊lan younghoon ᵃ Gahyun needing a peaceful place to work decided to go to the garden. She went to a hidden part where people rarely go to aka her hiding spot. She was planning on taking a short nap once she reached a good point in her work to stop at.

It was a hour later when she took off her glasses putting her work back in her bag then use the bag as a pillow as she lay down. She then stared at the sky wondering where to do for the upcoming holiday. She refused to go back home especially if it means seeing her parents knowing full well they will once again try to force her under their control.

It was when her thoughts wander off to her younger brother Younghoon. As much as she acts so emotionless around him deep down she still cares for him somewhat. They still are siblings, and both innocent victims of their parents. She let out a bitter laugher at the thought of her acting like some secret bodyguard. She as much as she tries knew she wasn’t a great sister not when she couldn’t fully free him. She drifted off to dreamland soon after as she barely had any sleep with planning the upcoming events.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

he thought that taeyong looked like a little kitten, nuzzling his hand and leaning into the touch. he smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead. at the silent question, he was confused for a bit. what did the other mean?
it took him around two minutes to understood it, mouthing. my room?

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong briefly chased after jaehyun's lips, a barely audible whine escaping his throat. he settled down when the latter ran a thumb over his glistening bottom tier, quiet exhales coming out as misty puffs. he leaned into the gloved hand on his cheek, almost nuzzling into the gentle caress. his eyes were glazed over, unsure of when that had happened, and it took him a moment to return to his senses.

he shivered from the soft whisper, meeting jaehyun's eyes. he tilted his head, inquisition imbuing his half-lidded eyes. it was a silent question, asking the taller alpha: 'where to then?'

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

when taeyong had deepened the kiss and even pushed him against the wall, the kiss became rather sloppy. a soft chuckle left his lips, him not pulling away. it was amusing how needy the younger was. honestly, he was too.

but it was too risky. the male pulled away, looking down at taeyong’s lips. he slid his thumb over the moist yet swollen lower tier, cupping his cheek with his gloved hand. we can’t. he whispered. not here.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong gasped against jaehyun’s lips as his hands were guided to the latter’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. a shudder wracked his body from the warmth emitted by the taller alpha’s body, the skin beneath his palms almost burning. and yet, the heat compelled him to keep his hands in place, feeling the rhythm of the other’s heartbeat.

ba-dump. ba-dump. ba-dump.

the consistency was grounding, keeping taeyong to the present. it was a testament to their current exchange, a constant reminder of their mutual interest in each other.

taeyong tilted his head, deepening the kiss. with a slight push against jaehyun’s chest, he led the latter against a wall. he swiped his tongue over the taller alpha’s lower lip, enticing him to open his mouth.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

his skin glistened in the bright light of the moon, like small diamonds shattered around. he held him possessively against his lean chest, feeling the tremble of the younger male, him being like a fragile leaf.

when taeyong pulled away, he wanted to say something, however, taeyong surprised him as he slid his thumb over the scar, leaving goosebumps behind. he had frowned at how cold the male’s palms were. so when taeyong leaned for a kiss, jaehyun took his hands and tucked in his shirt as he ed right above his heart. he didn’t even shudder at the contact as his inner germaphobe screamed at him, keeping taeyong’s hands close to his heart and his mouth occupied with his.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

it felt like a scene straight out of a romance movie—multicoloured fireworks lit the night sky in the background, and at the front were the two of them, arms holding each other close as they kissed deeply. it was soft, from the setting to the action itself, their deepest desire poured into this simple gesture. they lay their heart bare before each other, despite the dangers of their affair; in this very moment, it didn’t matter that they were student and professor, because right here and now, they were just two people yearning for each other.

when they parted, their breaths were heavy, clouding in the space between their lips. his cheeks were flushed, lashes fluttering as his gaze flickered to meet jaehyun’s pair. lit by the distant fireworks, he could see the hint of hazel beneath the harlequin hues. for once, his eyes did not look like the depths of the ocean, and yet, taeyong still found himself drowning in the intense gaze.

his arms slid off from jaehyun’s shoulders, opting to cup the latter’s cheeks instead. he ran his thumb over the scar on his cheek, eyes fleeting low and landing on the other alpha’s lips. a sudden urge gripped taeyong and he kissed the other again, this time with a different emotion from before—he was hungry, greedy, and frantic. he did not know how long this moment could last, so he wanted to make the most of it.

while he had jaehyun in his arms, he wanted to be selfish and claimed the other alpha all for himself, nibbling his lower lip playfully, perhaps possessively.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

he didn’t expect the male to pull him down and yet alone pressing their lips together. his eyes were wide, him shocked from it, however, he relaxed against taeyong’s touch, closing his eyes. his hands fell down to his sides, before he wrapped arms around the smaller alpha, pulling him undeniably closer. tilting head to the side, he deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth. for a moment it felt magical, as if the only thing that mattered was them two.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong did not dare to look at jaehyun, afraid some invisible wall would crumble if he did. when the jacket left his hand, he turned, ready to leave.

only for his eyes to go wide as he was pulled back, spinning around to face jaehyun. the latter’s jacket was back on his shoulders, and his breath hitched as fireworks painted the night sky, illuminating them and the garden in a glowy ambiance. the words falling from the professor’s lips, so full of yearning and want, made his heart pound, ears filled with the rush of adrenaline.

taeyong should be cautious, he should think all of this through.

yet, his own longing screamed louder. so, throwing caution into the wind, he let his beating heart that resonated as loud as the fireworks in the sky guide him—he wrapped his arms around jaehyun’s shoulder and pulled him close, crashing their lips together and giving what both of them wanted that whole evening.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

jaehyun read what he said. it was true, but it didn’t hurt less. he stressfully run fingers through his perfectly made hair, exhaling shakily. he took another cigarette and put on his jacket. however, the stick tucked between his teeth, he pulled the male back. looking down at taeyong, he wrapped the jacket around his shoulders once more.

as the fireworks were sent off behind them, standing near a beautiful pond with moonshine over them, he whispered. ‘ it doesn’t change how i feel about you. it doesn’t change how my heart aches for you. and it doesn’t change that for the whole evening all i wanted was to kiss you.’ the larger alpha said, looking down at taeyong’s dark orbs, looking at the sparks inside of them and for a moment - he felt lost in them.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong looked at jaehyun with surprise as he was called out. so the professor had been watching? the revelation brought a frown to his face. he knew, yet, he still did all those things in the ballroom. he looked away with a silent huff, crossing his arms. unbelievable!

but jaehyun was right—he was a student, and the other was a professor. it was against academy rules for them to date. his shoulders drooped and he glanced at the floor, toeing a few loose rocks and fallen petals. he tapped the side of his phone in thought, then brought it up to look at the screen.

‘then even now, you shouldn’t be here with me.’ taeyong chewed on his bottom lip, thinking about what else to write but drawing a blank. ‘in that case, i’ll just go back to the ballroom. sorry for troubling you, sir. you can have your jacket back.’ he shoved his phone in his pocket then slid off jaehyun’s jacket, holding it out for him to take.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

jaehyun didn’t mind the cold, in fact, he welcomed the new feeling. it felt like a fresh wave, cleansing away his troubles. his shoulders relaxed, puffing air of warmth in the cold air, it creating fumes in the air.

he leaned to read the message. a soft chuckle left his lips as he looked at the garden, trying hard not to look at the smaller alpha. ‘ well. it was suffocating. and please. i know what you meant by that. you don’t want me to be next to someone else. but you know that you and me cannot be seen together. you are a student and i’m a professor.’

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

much to taeyong’s chagrin, his heart fluttered when jaehyun extinguished the cigarette. the professor probably had enough smoke for the night, or just put it out since he mentioned the flowers. he quickly shook the thoughts away—why should he even bother the reason the other alpha chose to stop smoking? it wasn’t his business.

taeyong tried to be mad at jaehyun; remembering the incident in the ballroom certainly helped. yet, the moment jaehyun draped his jacket over his shoulders, his heart melted all over again. he pouted without even realising it, silently frustrated that every little action the professor did would get him weak in the knees.

accepting his own defeat with a sigh, taeyong finally responded. ‘i felt like getting some fresh air. it was starting to become stuffy in the ballroom.’ glancing at jaehyun, he added. ‘you seemed to be having fun back there. why are you here too?’ he bit his lower lip as the image of jaehyun kissing professor zi came to mind, glancing away. ‘don’t you want to spend time with your partner?’

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ – ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

he was lost in his toxic addiction, looking up at the moon. the moon was very bright today, illuminating the flowers around him. he liked how the academy had rare flowers that bloomed in winter. it was magical.

suddenly, he felt another presence and tensed up. he was in his fighting mode when someone snook on him, however, he relaxed as soon as he notice that it was taeyong - one of the people he tried to avoid. however, when he read his message, he chuckled and dropped the cigarette on the ground, extinguishing it with the snow and his sole.

‘ they are indeed. but today i deserve a cigarette. what are you doing here ? ‘ he noticed how the other was visibly shaking from the cold. jaehyun took off his jacket and wrapped around the alpha’s shoulders, tucking his own hands in his pockets, standing there coolly.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong caught the soft sound of movement, turning towards the noise. there was a click like a lighter, then the scent of tobacco hit him. he coughed, much harder than usual, and his throat ached from the action.

standing from where he had been on the ground, he walked to where the smell was coming from. when he saw the smoker, his eyes widened with surprise. what was jaehyun doing here?

taeyong hesitated for a moment on whether to approach the professor. after much thought, he pulled out his phone and used the text-to-speech function. ‘flowers have their own natural smell. inhaling a cigarette would drown out their fragrance, don’t you think?’

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ – ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

jaehyun had left the dance floor. it was rather suffocating there. he wanted to have fun, but all of the judging gazes. was he really a villain? the person he was interested in…it was forbidden. the person he engaged in ual desires with…he just didn’t let himself go beyond friends with benefits. and then there was a certain professor.

jaehyun shook his head, it was his own fault for not being able to say no. he mindlessly had wandered into the garden, looking at peonies. fishing a package of cigarettes from his pocket, he lightened one up. he usually didn’t smoke, but he was stressed out.

standing under the moonlight, he tucked his hand in his pocket and kept inhaling the scent, admiring the glowing garden.

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

taeyong sent the omega back into the building, telling him to return to the ball. he needed some time alone, so he stayed behind and wandered the premises. the night air was cool and refreshing, clearing his lungs with every deep inhale. he eventually found himself at the garden, admiring the beautiful florals under the moonlight. he stopped before a rose bush and knelt, brushing his fingers over the petals as he breathed the familiar fragrance that mirrored his own scent.

@☘︎┊nie jiaolong ᵇ Deeming his work to be completed at that moment, Baekhyun stepped into the garden at where his partner was. The janitor didn't have breaks — or even workshifts — like the conventional staff at the academy. He was basically on call 24/7, yet he liked it. Baekhyun was the one who determined his own work hours; the headmaster gave him free reign so long as the academy remained relatively the same as how one should look. Apart from the couple rats he'd squashed, he thought he did a damn excellent job for being the only cleaning staff.

He darted his eye towards the flower beds, seeing but not observing them. There was a pinched feeling in his gut — a general sense of unease after the younger had questioned him on his background. Nie Jiaolong had not taken interest in his personal life before. Not that Baekhyun had offered to share anything; their runs together mainly comprised of either silence or on hunting matters. Despite that, the pair was quite an effective one. Baekhyun had found the younger's personality alike to his own, enabling the missions to be completed efficiently.

He spotted the familiar figure at rest on the ground, with his legs lazily crossed and neck stretched upwards, leaning back on his palms, as if sunbathing. Within the premises of the academy. Baekhyun had half a mind to turn away, yet the uneasiness pawed at him; he knew it wouldn't stop even if he ignored it. Stopping before the professor, the janitor peered down over the bridge of his nose. "You look like . Have you not drank the healing potions i provided?"

@☼┊wen jackson ᵃ The garden was a sanctuary. The cherry blossoms swayed lazily in the breeze, their petals drifting to the mossy ground like whispers of spring. Hinata stepped through the arching trees, her book tucked securely under her arm, the weight of it a familiar comfort. The faint murmur of the creek nearby added to the serenity of the space, a soft backdrop that usually helped her escape into the worlds painted on the pages of her novels.

The female beta footsteps were light, instinctively careful not to disturb the delicate stillness of the place. The garden always felt like hers— uncharted territory where no one intruded. It was where she could think, read, and breathe without interruption. Yet, as she approached her usual spot beneath the largest cherry blossom tree, her steps faltered. A sound?

At first, it was subtle, a melody so soft she thought it might have been the breeze rustling through the leaves. But no, it was deliberate. Intentional. Music.

Her brow furrowed, her fingers tightening around her book as she tilted her head toward the sound. Each note wove through the air like threads of silk, haunting and beautiful. She couldn't help but follow it, drawn as though some invisible string tugged at her, pulling her deeper into the heart of the garden. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she moved, her sense of ownership prickling uncomfortably.

Rounding a cluster of blooming azaleas, she stopped abruptly, the source of the music now in clear view. There she caught a sight of a male sat beneath one of the trees with his violin cradled in his hands. His features seems relaxed yet focused, as though the music was as intrinsic to him as breathing.

Hinata's irritation flared, though she couldn't immediately decide if it was because he had invaded her space or because she had unknowingly followed him here. Her lips parted slightly as she took a step closer, then stopped herself. Something shifted in the air—a scent, familiar yet amplified. Her scent.

Moonlit lilies, soft and cool, mingled with the crispness of rain soaked wood. She blinked and sniffed the air, puzzled by how strong it seemed in the stillness of the garden. Had it always been this noticeable? Her hand rose to her blonde hair, fingers brushing lightly against a strand as though to confirm it was hers.

Her gaze flicked to Jackson. He was still absorbed in his music but something about the faint twitch of his nose told her he had already noticed. Of course, he had. His sharp senses were just like his attitude— always quick to catch something out of place.

"Do you have business here or do you just plan on staring at me all day?"

The words sliced through the tranquility like a blade, making Hinata blinked for a brief moment clearly caught off guard by the bluntness of his remark. For a moment, she simply stared at him, the faint trace of warmth in her cheeks quickly replaced by a sharp flash of annoyance. She sniffed the air one last time, shaking off the thought of her scent lingering too long and straightened her posture.

"Rude much alpha," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened slightly around her book as she stepped into the clearing, her movements deliberate and unhurried. "My bad, good sir," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Did I just interrupt your beautiful moment with your sweet little violin?"

@☁︎┊lan hinata ᵇ The young wolf sat in the garden between the trunk of the shadey cheer blossom tree. The strumming of melodic tune hummed in the air as he put string to cord. His fingers moved flawlessly, perfectly timed with every note. The garden’s tune, carried on a light breeze, vanished with the creek’s flowing water. As he sat amidst the soft moss, sunlight streamed through the canopy, captivating him in his music. Despite his age, Jackson looked princely as he got lost in the rhythm of his music. Music was always apart him, it was the one place he’d always felt at home. He was confident that he didn’t need to compete with anyone or limit his creativity. He never had to it. It always had come natural to him. Despite his desire to become the Captain of the Night’s Watch and the Pack Leader of Wen, music always seemed like a lifelong pursuit to him.

He had once envisioned himself a musician though he dear not admit it. Back when he received his very first violin at the age of six from his grandfather. It was an activity that they’d had eagerly engaged in for as long as Jackson could remember. While his grandmother watched, his grandfather played the piano, and she cheered on their private performance. When Jackson played his violin, the earth seemed to dance along to the orchestra. Suddenly his fingers came to an abrupt halt. A strange smell caused his ruby eyes to flicker open in narrow slits.

“Do you have business here or do you just plan on staring at me all day?”

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