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“A fox never betrays his mate!”
Yeon rarely raised his voice, but he was losing his patience. He could only put up with her selfish ways for so long. No matter how many times he rejected Hong-ju, he’d never expected her to go this far-- to force herself on to him, and tear away his clothing-- intent to take him whether he was willing or not.
It made him sick to his stomach.
He had to get away.
Yeon stumbled, falling over everything in his path. He was disoriented, scared and confused-- longing for the comforting embrace of his mate. But he felt so lost without his eyesight. He relied solely on Rang to keep him safe, and out of harm’s way.
To think that Hong-ju would take advantage of him at a time like this just added to his ever growing disgust.
Yeon collected thoughts, calming his nerves, focussing on the sounds around him. He retraced his steps, making his way back to his room carefully so as not to hurt himself further. He’d sit in their room, and wait patiently for his dongsaeng to return to him.
Collapsing to his futon, Yeon settled upon it, crossing his legs. His palms were sweating, grasping on the fabric of his pants, tugging at it absentmindedly in fear and frustration. He was so anxious, shivering as nerves continued to get the better of him.
He had to get a hold of himself, but his encounter with Hong-ju was all he could think about.
Then, his words echoed in his mind--
A fox never betrays his mate!
And yet, he felt like he had.
Hong-ju’s hands ghosted on him, as if she were still there. Yeon grit his teeth, leaning forward, wrapping his arms around himself. He hated this feeling, these lingering touches, unable to shake them off. Only Rang’s presence could tear his mind away, to return Yeon to his senses.
He wanted his mate!
As if sensing his stress, the door to his room opened, and Yeon startled back to reality. He recognised that scent, unmistakable-- belonging to the man he desired.
“Rang-ah!”
Yeon nearly tripped over himself in the process, rising to his feet faster than necessary. Unable to see, he crashed into the other man-- nearly knocking them both off balance, but not caring. All Yeon wanted was to wrap his arms tightly around Rang, and hold him impossibly close.
Rang was taken aback, but was quick to return the embrace. A smile tugged at his lips. He missed this, this feeling and warmth-- having not thought Yeon was capable of returning his affections until their recent reunion.
But something else was amiss. Yeon was upset, and in distress. He sounded on the verge of tears, and Rang knew that by the time he calmed down, Yeon would open up to him.
“Hyung?”
Yeon didn’t respond. He only held him closer, and Rang’s brow furrowed. His mate was terrified, and Rang’s first thought was to find whoever caused Yeon to feel this way, and threaten them with his blade.
“Rang-ah…” Yeon mumbled, trying his best to calm his voice, and control his breathing. He hated how panicked he felt, as if Rang would die if he let him go.
Rang was the one he cared for. Rang was the one he loved. Rang was his mate-- in the future, past and present. Rang kept him safe.
“It’s alright, hyung,” Rang said gently, running a hand through his amber locks. “I’m here now. Everything’s okay.”
Rang’s soft words and delicate touch was all it took for Yeon to calm. This was the reason he came here, this was the reason why he refused to return to the present, and why he would never allow harm to come to his dongsaeng.
Yeon’s home was wherever his family was, where his mate lived, and where Yeon should be by their side. Rang was here, and so Yeon was home, with the most important purpose of all--
A fox always cherished his mate.
There was nothing else that mattered; Yeon’s mind dispersing all negative thoughts as the two of them lost themselves in each other’s arms well into the night.